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No thoughts, just Ray Stantz watching Phoebe Spengler stand up to Walter Peck with the biggest smile on his face because she reminded him so much of Egon.
He was so proud. And there was so much emotion in his expression. He missed his partner, but he was so proud that his legacy was living on through his granddaughter.
#ray stantz#egon spengler#phoebe spengler#ghostbusters#ghostbusters frozen empire#walter peck#spoilers#frozen empire#i love these three autistics more than i love myself#i just know egon was smiling right there with ray#they should have let phoebe run at him screaming “your mother-” before the scene cut though#that's my one issue with the scene
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So, I was wondering if it would be cool to request a Ray Stantz fic with either prompt 0.7 or 2.1?
Something strange(Ray Stantz)
Paring: Ray Stantz x Spangler!Reader
Summary: during a ghost bust ray gets possessed. This has never happened to any of them before and his girlfriend of just a few months may have to admit something she hasn't yet.
Prompt: 2.1) “i love you in every universe”
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It was late in the afternoon, Ray was working on the Ecto-1, music blasting. Between the booming sounds of the Beatles and the clinking of tools he didn't hear y/n sliding down the fire pole.
“Ray..” she said a little loud so Ray could hear her.
He didn't hear her and continued to tinker under the hood of the car.
“Raymond!” she shouted louder.
This time he heard the sudden noise startled him, making him smack his head on the inside of the hood when he heard a noise. “shi- HMmmm that hurt!” he mumbled, pulling away from the car.
She covered her mouth, trying not to sinker. “Sorry Honey, I didn't mean to scare you” she said, rubbing my boyfriend's head gently.
“Ah don’t sweat it Doll, and ya didn’t scare me too bad.” Ray pecked her on the cheek then turned back to the car, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and got behind the wheel. He turned the key, the car engine skipped and made sickly noises. “Dammit not again.” Ray sighed and got out of the car before slamming the door shut.
Y/n cringed at the sound Ecto-1 made. “So it's probably a bad time to say we just got a call to bust a class-5 ghost…”
Ray paused, throwing his head back in frustration. “Oh you’re kidding!”
“yeah… Peter wanted me to tell you and see how the car was doing”
Ray rubbed his forehead, frustrated. “Okay, don’t worry about the car… where was the sighting?”
“Just outside of the city... But if the car isn't working…”
“It’s alright babes, I'll get this old rust bucket runnin in 5! Just let me tinker with this a bit..” Ray took various pieces out, placing them on the hood, then he noticed a loose wire and chuckled. He quickly put the hood back on and the car roared to life, seemingly out of nowhere. “Damn I’m good.”
She smiled “okay, I'll tell the boys the car is runnin’”
“Good.. Hey do me a favor?” Ray Said, making y/n stop in her tracks, she climbed back down the steps and faced Ray. “What's up?”
“Kiss me.” he requested, giving his girlfriend his usual adorable smile.
Y/n laughed and playfully shook her head. “You're covered in motor oil” she playfully backed up and put her hands up in defense.
“So what? A few drops of motor oil has never killed anybody… And you've been covered head to toe in slime before” His voice was playful as he started walking towards her. She giggled and continued to back up away from him.
“Come on Honey” He followed her till he had her trapped between the wall of the garage and his body, “what ya gonna do now?” he smirked, placing his palms flat on the wall on either side of her, caging her in. He had her right where he wanted her.
She playfully rolled her eyes and leaned up and pressed her lips to his. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled them closer together, kissing her much more passionately.
The kiss didn't go very far because Peter slid down the fire poll that led to the garage In his Ghostbusters uniform. “Hey, less kissin' more bustin', that class five isn't gonna trap itself” Peter said to the both of them as Egon and Winston slid down the poll in their Ghostbuster uniforms as well.
“Damn Peter, you gotta have the worst timing ever” His voice was still lighthearted as he pulled away from y/n, a grin still on his face.
Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and left his arms to get her Ghostbusters uniform and proton pack, as she was getting her gear Peter spoke. “ya know the rules Bug, class-5 ghost... You stay home” Peter told her.
Y/n rolled her eyes at Peter. Peter and the boys were way over protective of her since she was the only girl on the team that actually busted ghosts.
Peter and the boys would always call her Bug. Mostly because she was the total opposite of her older brother Egon. As Peter would put it, y/n was always ‘buzzing’ around so the name kinda stuck.
“That's a stupid rule, I can take care of myself and a class-5 if I can take care of you boys” She said pointing at all four of the Ghostbusters. “... Hell, the four of you would starve to death in your dirty laundry if I wasn't around”
Ray laughed at this. “You know I think she might have a point” Ray had finished putting on his gear, and he and the team were preparing to leave, he walked over to y/n and gave her a quick kiss. “Just promise not to do anything dangerous, ok?”
“I promise…”
Ray smiled, nodding in appreciation. “That’s my girl.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and began walking towards the Ecto-1, he climbed in, taking off down the road.
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The team stopped outside of a run down house, “Now, this is a class 5, so watch yourselves.” Egon said in a serious tone as the rest of the guys made their way out the car. “Alright, Everybody keep your game faces on.” Ray added.
“We should split up... And keep your walkie-talkies on” Peter told us all.
Y/n and the guys all nodded in agreement, Ray and Winston went left towards one end of the house, while Egon and Peter went right towards the other. They could all hear Egon speaking into his radio “You guys hear me?”
“I can hear ya Egon” y/n told her older brother as she walked down the dim hallway. “Do you guys see anything?” y/n asked the four boys through the walkie-talkie.
Y/n could hear Ray through the walkie talkie yelling
“Oh yeah! I got a big bastard in front of me!” Ray said he was walking out of the room, suddenly a dark poltergeist tackled him. He fell to the ground and was grabbed by a dark, hissing ghost. Ray screamed into the walkie talkie* “Help me god dammit! It’s got me!”
“Ray!” y/n's heart pounded when she heard him struggling through the walkie-talkie, she ran down a few hallways till she found him on the floor struggling with the ghost. Before she could reach him the ghost turned into a puff of black smoke that surrounded him, then within a blink of an eye, Ray was panting and the ghost was gone. Ray looked down, darkness surrounding his eyes, he wasn't his normal self anymore. “Ray…” she said softly, touching his cheek.
“y/n don't touch him!” Egon shouted, running up to him. He pushed y/n back, not realizing the force he used. Y/n tumbled to the ground as Egon scanned Ray's body with his EMF reader, it screamed and blinked with ghost activity.
Ray continued to struggle, he was breathing very heavily and his eyes were dark and cloudy. The ghost had a tight grip around him, Egon aimed his phaser gun but hesitated to fire. “This thing is attached to Ray, move y/n! I don’t want to hit you by accident!”
She pushed the proton gun away so it wasn't pointing at Ray. “Ray's possessed! If you shoot him it could seriously harm him!” y/n said to Egon.
“And if I don’t shoot it’ll kill him!” Egon yelled back angrily. “I know he’s possessed! But the only way to free him is to destroy the ghost using the proton gun!”
“Are you willing to risk Ray's life!” y/n shouted back at Egon. Ray's eyes were dark and he just looked at us menacingly as the ghost took over his body.
Egon was getting frustrated, but he wouldn’t give in. “Look I know this is bad, but that thing is just using his body as a vessel. If we kill it, Ray will come back to his senses!” Egon said sternly while aiming the gun at Ray.
Before y/n could fire back at her older brother, Peter and Winston ran towards them in a panic. “What happened?” Winston asked.
Peter went to touch Ray but saw his eyes were black and immediately jerked back. “okay... This is bad” *
Peter said.
“We know!” Egon said angrily. “This thing won’t let go of him!”
Ray was struggling against the grip the ghost had on him, he couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was stare at them with those dark eyes.
“This has never happened before, what do we do?” Winston asked.
“He's too dangerous to touch,” Peter added.
Egon sighed, he knew he had to do something before the ghost took total control. “You guys, move back! I’m gonna shoot it, if Ray gets caught in the crossfire it’s the only way”
“Hold it!” Peter shouted.
“What?!” Egon shouted. “It’s the only way, I’m not gonna let this damn thing control him! We have to take the risk!”
“I'll be right back and don't go anywhere and don't do anything!” Peter said and ran out to Ecto-1.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Egon yelled at Peter as he ran out to the car. “I’m not waiting!”
The ghost continued to hold Ray in its evil grasp, Egon aimed his gun. Peter came back, he snapped some black gloves on and started to duck tape Ray's hands together as Ray struggled in Peter's grasp.
Ray struggled and fought against him, trying to get free, but with his hands tied he couldn’t do much. Egon hesitated.
““This thing is really making this harder than it has to, should I take the shot? Peter? Or do you have an idea!?”
Peter huffed and wrapped tape around Ray's middle, securing his arms to his side. “we're gonna take him back to headquarters and you're gonna check him out in the Lab” Peter told Egon.
Ray probably would have ran off had he wasn't tied up, but he had no choice other than to let this happen. Egon looked annoyed, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. He sighed. “Fine.. I guess that’s the best course of action now.”
“Good, Winston help me carry Ray to the car” Peter told Winston then turned to y/n. “Bug, you're driving... I'm not risking you sitting in the back and getting hurt” Peter told her.
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“Sorry, Janine we need this!” Peter called out and took her office chair. Before she could protest or ask what was going on, Peter had already wheeled the chair to Ecto-1. Janine's curiosity got the best of her and she followed Peter, her eyes widened when she watched Winston and Peter move a struggling Ray into her office chair.
The three men grunted and fought, Winston held Ray down and Peter quietly secured Ray to the chair with more duct tape.
Egon and Peter pushed Ray into the lab and started reading the ghost activity. Ray grunted and tried to break free from the duct tape.
“Ray…don't make me use this” Peter pointed the proton gun at Ray and spoke to him like he was a child.
“Will you guys stop with the guns already?” Y/n snapped and pushed the gun down.
“G-guys…. Y/n?..h-elp m-me” Ray grunted for the first time. Y/n's heart shattered and she ran to his aid just out of instinct. Egon tried to stop her but she broke free from his grasp.
“Ray? Honey, look at me” She said holding his face in her hands, she didn't see his brownish-green eyes when she stared into his eyes. They weren't his eyes and she wasn't gonna stop till she saw his normal goofy gaze.
“Ray… You gotta fight this” I said sternly, he fought in my hold but I wasn't gonna let him go. “I know you're in there”
“y/n… Honey, help me” Ray then screamed like he was in pain while he fought off the ghost’s deathly hold.
“Ray? I love you! Do you hear me!” she cried, just wanting him back. It would also be smart to note that's the first time she ever told him she loved him, even though they had been best friends since college they just only started dating.
“I love you in every universe”
Smoke then started to surround both Ray and y/n. The ghost started to pull away from Ray's body. Egon and Peter scrambled around from the back of the lab and quickly got a trap and the proton gun.
One last scream ripped from Ray's mouth and ghost cannonball out of Ray. The ghost screamed and hollered as it flew around the lab.
“I got it!” Peter shouted and pointed his proton gun at the ghost, he trapped it with no trouble then quickly kicked it away from Ray and y/n. I bounced off this wall and landed in a dusty corner.
“What happened?” Ray panted, he looked around confused. His brows knitted together when he saw he was covered in duct tape. “why am I covered in tape?”
Y/n immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. “it doesn't matter… your back, that's what matters”
She kissed both of his cheeks then his forehead. “I love you”
“I love you too” Ray mumbled and nuzzled his face into her neck. He kissed her cheek then looked at his friends.
“could ya untape me now?” the boys quickly nodded and set him free, relieved they have their fun loving friend back.
#Ray stantz#Ray stantz x reader#Ray stantz imagines#dan akroyd#Ghostbusters x reader#Ghostbusters imagines#Ghostbusters#80s#who you gonna call#Egon spengler x reader
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Weird Science | Chapter III
Egon Spengler x Reader
Notes; This is sort of poorly written at the end, but I think most of it is okay. Nothing else to add.
Warnings; Lots and lots of mentions of drinking and foul language.
Part 3/? | <Previous Chapter | Next Chapter>
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Music blared throughout the building, the clinks of glass and people talking and laughing added even more to the noise. The smell of cheap colognes and perfumes somehow overpowered the smell of alcohol.
You look around to see Ray sitting next to what you assumed was Peter based off of the way he looked, and another man sitting next to Peter right next to him, tinkering with something.
You walk up to the group and tap Ray's shoulder.
"Hey, Ray! Sorry I'm a little late, I underestimated how long the walk from my apartment was." You say, your voice louder than how a person would normally speak, trying to be heard over the noise.
"Y/n, hey! Don't worry, we've only been here for 10 minutes. You look great! Sit down. This is Peter, though I think you said you remember him, and that's Egon over there." Ray says, pointing to the man tinkering with some piece of metal and wires.
You go to shake your hand with Peter and he holds it, bringing your hand to his lips.
"Y/n, long time no see. You look just as beautiful as before, if not even more." Peter says flirtatiously.
You pull your hand away, grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping your hand off. "Yeah, uh, great to see you too, Peter. You haven't changed a bit I see." You laugh dryly.
You look beside Peter as he lightly slaps the man's arm to get his attention. "Take your hands off of that thing and say hi and introduce yourself, Egon." Peter says, sounding like a mother.
The man turns around to look at you and fixes his glasses before he extends his hand out to you, a slight look of annoyance on his face.
"Hi, I'm Egon." He says in a monotone voice.
Oh.
You do the same, shaking hands with him. "I'm Y/n, I used to study computer science and parapsychology at the University." You say, smiling.
You remembered him now. He often sat with Ray and Peter during lessons in the class that you took parapsychology in. That's where you met Ray and Peter. Though Egon wasn't much of a talker so you guess that might've been the reason why you didn't talk to him much.
You thought he was handsome and you'll admit that. You often caught yourself staring at him during classes or when you sat with the guys during lunch.
You release your hand and go to sit next to Ray, you look over at Egon to see he's gone back to tinkering with his piece.
"So, how's moving the stuff out of your lab been going?" Ray asks, taking a drink from his bottle.
"Well, it's been going. I don't really have any other place to put everything except for my apartment so it's cluttered in there right now, but regardless of how much I hate the Dean I'm really happy that he gave me a month to get everything out because it's going to take a good amount of time."
"We can always help you, you know. Just speed up the process. Oh! I almost forgot to ask you, I know it's only been a couple of days since we started talking to each other again, but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to join this thing that we're doing right now. I know you used to like doing the whole studying about phantoms and all, and we started this ghost busting business so-" Ray rants excitedly.
That's one thing you always liked about Ray. He was always so enthusiastic and passionate about everything that he talked about, easy to talk to. There was never a time that when you were talking to him you felt that he was bored or not interested in what you were saying. He always listened intently and responded well. And that's how you were when having conversations with him too, it's what made you grow close to him over the span of the 4 years that you hung out and talked to him regularly, and it feels like you still have that same closeness with him even after 7 years of not talking to him.
"Woah, woah, woah, now, Ray. We never talked about letting someone else in this biz." Peter says, interrupting Ray.
"Oh, come on, Peter. Y/n's one of the best engineers I know, we could use that kind of stuff for this." Ray argues.
"We have Egon for that, Ray. I th-"
"I would love to. It would be nice to have something to do and to get to work with you guys again after so long. I did miss talking with you guys, I'll admit." You cut Peter off, taking your bottle of beer from the bartender.
"That's great! Hey, in that case we could just move some of your equipment with us! This'll be fun, just like old times, right!" Ray says, patting your shoulder with a smile on his face.
You look at Peter as he shrugged his shoulders and took a drink from his cup, probably out of defeat.
"What do you mean move my stuff in with you guys? Didn't you get kicked out of the University, too?"
"Well, yeah. But we found a place where we could all do our stuff and run the whole Ghostbusters thing we've got. We could move some of your stuff in there and you could work with us."
"Really? How'd you guys find a lab that fast?! it's only been what, two days now?" You say, looking at Ray in shock.
"Well, it's not really a lab, more of an, old fire station." Ray shrugs.
"A fire station! That's cool! Does it have the pole to go down and everything?" You say, with wide eyes and a big smile on your face.
"Yeah it does! That's what I was most excited about too!"
"Don't encourage him, Y/n." Peter says, looking away from his glass as he gives you a disappointed look, to which you roll your eyes to in response.
It would be awesome to work with them again. And although when you were in college with them you never really got to work with each other all that much, you had fun doing so. The only hard part about working with them was that it would take forever to finish something due to the amount of time that was spent cracking jokes and talking to eachother about completely unrelated things.
You finish your bottle and order another, taking a long drink from it before continuing to talk to Peter and Ray.
Egon stayed tinkering with what he was working on, didn't really bother to get involved into any conversation and didn't bother to drink.
You were a little upset he wasn't talking but you were too scared to try to spark a conversation up with him. You kept glancing at him more than you would like to admit, just like you used to all those years ago, and you weren't being very sneaky about it unfortunately.
"You got your eye on something, Y/n? Or, someone?" Peter says teasingly.
By now you were already three drinks in, a little farther in than a buzz. Your tolerance to alcohol was way lower than it was when you were in college as you never got together with friends like now or bothered to drink that much when you started working at the University.
"What?" You slur.
Peter only gives you a wink and a smirk, and goes back to his conversation with Ray.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Was I really being that obvious? You sit and stare off at the other people playing pool to try to distract yourself.
"Y/n, we're gonna head out in a bit. Are you gonna need one of us to walk you back to your apartment?" Ray says, putting his hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance.
"Oh, okay. And yeah, if you guys could that would be great. I don't think I'll be able to make it there without getting lost." You laugh.
"Great, we'll send Egon with you then!" Peter says, butting in.
You look at him wide eyed and see Egon look up at Peter to give him a look.
"Alright, Egon. Be a doll and help Y/n get to their apartment safely. Me and Ray will be at the station. We'll cover your bill, Y/n. Our treat." Peter says, turning to look at you and smiling.
You'd be absolutely happy and thankful that Peter was covering your bill if it weren't for the fact he was going to have Egon walk you to your apartment *alone*. The only reason why you had asked for someone to take you was because you immediately assumed it would be Ray. This was 1,000% Peter's idea of a joke or some sort of torture. He really hasn't changed then in that case.
"We'll be on our way now, guys. It was nice seeing you, Y/n! Hopefully it'll be more often." Ray says, putting a couple bills on the table and then getting his jacket on. Peter and Ray walked out of the bar and left you and Egon there.
Assholes.
You sigh and grab your things to get ready to leave, putting a 10 dollar bill on the table for the bartender to have as a tip.
"So, where do you live?"
"Huh?" You say, looking up and pausing before realizing what Egon was asking. "Oh, uh, it's that apartment complex on 121st street."
"Alright then." Egon says, leading you out the door with the parts he brought with him in his hands.
You stumble a bit trying to catch up with him but to no avail you couldn't. The cold New York weather made you regret not putting your jacket on before you left, as the cold began to sting your arms.
"Egon, wait!" You pant.
Egon turns around and walks to you as he realizes how far ahead he was of you.
You continue to pant, trying to catch your breath as you put your coat on and button it up.
"Do you uh, do you think you could slow down a little?" You say, pausing every other word as you caught your breath.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that." Egon says,
After a couple of seconds to recover, you and Egon continued to walk to your apartment building.
The whole walk was quiet. You were too buzzed and awkward to even try to make any small talk, and Egon didn't seem to be much of a talker. It was very awkward for you at least.
"Thank you so much, Egon. I hope that this wasn't too much trouble for you, I really appreciate this." You say opening your apartment door.
"Of course, it was no trouble at all."
"Well, um.. I'll be going to bed now, sorry for keeping you up or anything because of this. Goodnight, Egon." You said, tapping on your doorframe nervously.
"No, you didn't keep me up, don't worry. Goodnight, Y/n." Egon says, looking at his trinkets and parts he was working on earlier.
You wondered what he was working on that had him so immersed in it at the bar. You could work with music, but all of the other noise like the bottles clinking and the people talking distracted you greatly. You have no clue how he could do that.
You close your door gently and lock it. You do the usual; throw your keys onto the kitchen island, hang your coat, navigate your way through the towers of boxes, brush your teeth, dress out into your sleep clothes and go to sleep. You fell asleep faster than you usually did, very obviously because of the alcohol that was still in your system.
I forgot just how handsome he was.
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I had done 3/4 of this in 2 hours, and then I pushed it off for a month or so, and I'm so sorry about that, guys 💀💀. This is far longer than the other two chapters though!
#egon spengler#egon spengler x reader#harold ramis#peter venkman#ray stantz#ghostbusters 1984#ghostbusters
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Oxytocin (ii)
Pairing: Egon Spengler x F!Reader
Summary: While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together.
Warnings: Some suspense. Mostly fluff.
The following weeks seemed to pass quickly and slowly all at once. Everything was such a whirlwind of excitement that time seemed to speed however you also found a way to enjoy every single moment, making it easier to savor your time on the Ghostbusters crew. Each and every team member had a special relationship with you. It was better than you could have dreamt it, exceeding your expectations.
With Winston, you two were the best of pals. You were always cracking jokes with each other and he was very protective over you. He was like your big brother. Peter warmed up to you pretty quickly and his flirting decreased the longer you were around. It wasn’t long before he had faith in your every word, considering you a colleague and a friend. Ray was like the best friend you never had. He was always such a beam of sunshine in your life. He was so encouraging and really helped to nurture your research. Despite your position as a research assistant, you had become inseparable from the group.
Then there was Egon. That relationship was something entirely different. It was almost impossible to deny the fact that your attraction to Egon had increased since you had started working there. Despite his outwardly awkward appearance he had quite a way with words. He always knew just what to say to make you smile or blush, whether he knew that part or not. No matter what was going on in the lab, he always had your back. If you wanted to test a theory, he would be all for it. If he needed anything at all, you were his go to person. It was all you could to try not to fall head over heels for him. Seeing him doing what he loved, sharing so much passion for science with you, it was more and more difficult by the day.
However, you knew the feelings were unrequited. Egon viewed you as a research assistant and only a research assistant. You didn’t dare push your luck on that. It was amazing enough that you got to spend nearly every day with him. You didn’t wanna risk jeopardizing that. Therefore all those thoughts of romance would stay in your mind.
“Y/N?” Egon’s voice brought you out of your daydreaming. “The PKE meter?” He asked again, pointing to the tool in front of you.
Snapping out of it you reached for the meter and passed it over to him. “Right, here you go. Sorry about that.” You said shyly.
“That’s alright.” After another moment of silence he shared a glance with you. “Are you feeling okay? You seem distracted today.”
“I feel fine, Egon.” You assured him.
“You know, if I’m working you too hard you can tell me. I know we’ve been going at this research pretty hot and heavy recently. If it’s too much, I can give you more time off. It’s not a problem at all.” Egon said, his concern for you very heartfelt and evident.
“I appreciate that but I’m fine. I’ve just got something on my mind, that’s all. Nothing big. Just ... life things, you know?” Egon swallowed thickly, knowing that you were getting into feelings territory. Usually during your time in the lab together you discussed science almost exclusively. There wasn’t much time for other topics of discussion with so much to get done. However, he wanted you to feel at ease with him. He couldn’t quite explain it but there was this overwhelming sense to make sure that you were okay at all times. The thought of you in any upset or pain made him feel horrible.
“You know, if you need to ... talk about anything ... you can talk to me. I want you to consider me ... a friend.” That was all he could manage to which you nodded. Somehow the word friend stung like a sharp slap. You knew you were being silly so you ignored your thoughts.
“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” You continued your work for a moment, not looking up at him. “Same for you.”
“What?” Egon prompted, not hearing you as he worked.
“You can talk to me too. If you ever ... need to.” You felt just as awkward as he did but you still meant every word that you said.
“Thank you, Y/N. I-- well, thank you.” You could tell that your statement had taken him completely aback. From there you both decided it was best to just continue your work. It was business as usual that day. He conducted experiments while you observed and took notes for him. When he was done with one study he would look over your notes, praising you on your work as he always did.
“This is really wonderful work.” He uttered as he looked over your handwriting. “Just wonderful.” He continued.
“Well, thank you Dr. Spengler.” With that, he gives you a look.
“I’m glad you have respect for my title but you know you can call me Egon.” As he said this he didn’t look up from the vat of slime.
“Yes, I know.” You couldn’t admit to him that the whole reason you called him that in the first place was because just saying it excited you. The fact that he was so highly educated, that he had earned that title. It just made you all the more attracted to him. It was a personal little indulgence. “It’s like you said, I just respect your title.”
“Well I appreciate that. But you can also respect me as a friend and call me by my name.” At this he turned to crook an eyebrow at you. This was his way of joking with you. Dry and sarcastic. You loved it.
“I can do that then. Egon.” You said pointedly.
As you looked over at the clock on the edge on the wall you could see that it was almost the end of business hours which meant he was about to send you home for the day. Not only that but tomorrow was Saturday so you wouldn’t be coming in. The weekends were the worst. You were always so ready to continue working that when you had to stop it was like torture, especially for two whole days.
As if by clockwork, Egon stretches and gives you a sideways glance. “Well, I think that just about wraps it up for today.”
“Right. Well, I’ll see you Monday.” Gathering up your bags, you head for the door. Before you can Egon clears his throat.
“Y/N ... have a good weekend. Try to get some rest.” You nod with a small smile before leaving for the night. Hailing a cab you make your way down to your apartment building, ready for a good night’s sleep.
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“Y/N? Can you hear me?” When you had picked up the phone you hadn’t bothered to check who it was, too tired to do so.
“What? Yeah, I can hear you. Who is this?”
“It’s Egon! I need you to get over here right away. I’ve just made an incredible discovery and I need you in on this.” When you finally turned over to look at the clock you realized that it was 3am.
“Okay. I’ll meet you at the lab in 20 minutes.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.” He hangs up right after that, leaving you to gather up your things and throw on a change of clothes.
When you finally arrived at the Firehouse it was almost completely black inside. You felt your way towards the lab, stepping into the lit room and letting your eyes adjust. You were sure you looked a mess but it had sounded like the matter was urgent so you weren’t too worried about that. Egon was standing in front of a door on the far side of the room, beckoning you over. He looked like he hadn’t even gone to bed yet and knowing him, he probably hadn’t.
Once you had jogged over to where he stood, he escorted you inside the tiny room. It was a darkroom, flooded with red light. Inside you could see that there were a number of pictures clipped up. They were all of the same subject. Vigo the Carpathian. It was a painting at the museum which exhibited high levels of supernatural activity. Egon was fully convinced that this painting was directly connected to the river of slime under the city. You just weren’t sure how yet. You and the others had visited the museum a few weeks back and had taken these pictures while you were there. It looked like Egon was done developing them. You had to admit, that Vigo was one ugly dude.
“I’m so glad you’re here. Take a look at this.” He steps inside after you, closing the door behind him. He points to the furthest picture and walks you down the line. As you go, the pictures get more and more distorted. Until finally you arrive at the final picture. Vigo’s face was completely different than the original painting and behind him there appears to be a river of the pink ooze that you had discovered.
“Is that--” You point to the slime and Egon nods enthusiastically.
“I imagine if we get Ray in on this, he’ll tell us that’s the river of slime he saw under the city.” You study it carefully, pulling out a notepad to begin writing down notes. When Egon sees this, he beams happily.
“Well this is great! What a discovery. Who knows what this could mean but it feels like we’re just one step closer to the truth.”
“Exactly!” He exclaims. The two of you turn to one another, all smiles and excitement. Something in the pit of your stomach prompted you to hug him but you decided not to give in to the impulse. As excellent a discovery as this was, you weren’t at the finish line quite yet.
Extending an arm towards the door, Egon follows you towards the exit. Just then something strange happens. The door doesn’t open. You immediately turn towards him, a concerned look painting your face. You pull on the doorknob again but it still doesn’t budge.
“Did you lock the door, Egon?”
“No. It locks from ... the outside.” That’s when both of you come to the same terrifying realization. Putting your shoulder into it you try to force the door open but nothing is happening. Just as you’re about to give up, you both take a whiff of the air. Something was ... burning. Turning around quickly you see that all of the photos have burst into flames. Your eyes widen and you begin shouldering the door again, hoping that some amount of effort will get it to open. As you do so Egon calls out for Ray as loud as he can. You join him, hollering for one of the other Ghostbusters that are in the building. The man beside you takes your arms, rushing you back into the far corner as far away from the fire as possible. He covers your body with his own, protecting you from the growing flames as he holds you close. Fear seizes your mind as you contemplate that this might be the end for the both of you. Something in you tells you to speak up since this may be your last chance to tell him your real feelings.
“Egon!” You holler over the roaring fire. He looks down at you, fear residing in his eyes as well. You’d never seen him like this before. “I--” Before you can begin to gather your thoughts there is a slamming sound from the other side of the door. You both turn to look, seeing a crack form in the door. Suddenly, just when you think it’s over for you both, the door comes flying off the hinges. Ray is standing on the other side, extending an arm to help you out of the room. Egon pushes you towards the door first, wanting to make sure you get to safety as soon as possible. Once you’re both clear, Ray uses the fire extinguisher he had busted the door open with to douse the fire.
Looking back into the room which was filled with white foam you felt yourself beginning to get choked up. You knew that this would potentially be a dangerous gig, seeing as the whole thing involved catching ghosts for a living. However, you didn’t expect to almost be burned alive. Turning back to the other two, they could tell how shaken you were. You opened your mouth as if to speak but couldn’t.
“Are you okay?” Egon asked, arms clasping your shoulders.
“I’m--” You couldn’t hardly gather your thoughts. He knew what was going through your mind since he had just shared the same experience. Pulling you in, Egon nestled you against his chest. Hugging you tightly, he realized that he never wanted to let you go.
Recognizing the severity of the situation, Ray joined in. Snuggling in on the other side of you, he hugged you tightly as well. The way they both enveloped you eased your mind considerably. It was enough to help you swallow your tears before they could leave your eyes.
“I’m okay, boys. Thank you, I’m okay.” They back off as you say this, still staying close by in case you should need them.
“I’m sorry. I had no idea. I never would have brought you here if--”
“Egon.” You place a hand on his arm, rubbing his bicep with your thumb. “It’s okay. Trust me. We’ll call it an ... occupational hazard.”
He searches your eyes for some sign of anger but finds nothing. Unable to contain himself he pulls you into him again, hugging you even tighter than before. God, he was so scared. He couldn’t admit to you how truly shaken he was but the thought of losing you had scared him more than anything in his life ever had. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He mutters against your shoulder.
After a moment he finally pulled away, giving you one last longing look. “Ray, I’d like to scan this room with the PKE meter. I just wanna see if there’s still a spike in activity.” The other man nods, going to fetch the tool. As he does so, Egon escorts you over to the couch. You follow him willingly, not complaining about the ability to take a seat after your ordeal. Once you’re sat down he pulls a small drawer out from under the couch, pulling out a blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You gladly accept the gesture. Once he knows you’re safe and comfortable he joins Ray in the darkroom.
You sit there for a few minutes watching the two men talk and scan the room. When they come back out they both share a knowing look. “Y/N.” Ray begins. “I think, if you’re up for it, we’d like to keep you here for observation tonight. Just to play it safe.”
“Observation?” You inquire.
“Nothing scary.” Egon adds on. “We just want to make sure you’re safe. We’ve got plenty of room upstairs. Not to mention it’s pretty late. Finding a cab at this hour would be a nightmare. Will you stay with us? Just for tonight?” If you hadn’t known any better, you’d think the man was almost desperate to have you stay. Surely not though. He just wanted to make sure his friend didn’t get in harms way.
“Um.” You contemplated for a moment. After all, this was Egon Spengler literally begging you to stay the night with him. How could you pass this opportunity up? “Sure, Egon. Whatever you think.”
“Good, good.” He says, helping you up. Ray, Egon, and you all made your way out of the lab, shutting the doors and turning off the lights behind you. They lead you up the stairs to the sleeping quarters on the second floor. Peter wasn’t there, staying at his own apartment with Dana. However, with so much work to be done, Egon and Ray had been staying the Firehouse. That meant there was an extra bed for you. The room was bare, only filled with the three beds. All three were already made and you were grateful, nearly ready to pass out.
“You’ll sleep here.” Egon gestures to the furthest bed. You follow his hand, plopping down on the edge of the bed. The man sits on the bed next closest to you, facing you as his hands rest on his thighs.
“You know, I’m really okay.” You reassure him, sensing his unease.
“I just feel so bad. I blame myself.” He replies. You reach out for him, resting a hand on his knee as you scoot closer.
“Don’t. It’s really alright. I promise it wasn’t your fault.” Egon nods, still not convinced. “Let’s just get some rest, huh?”
“Alright. I honestly need it.”
“Me too.” You chuckle. With that you turn over in the bed, laying down. The bed is almost too soft and too comfortable.
It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. However, your rest would not be peaceful. Within an hour of passing out, you were plagued with horrible nightmares. You weren’t sure if it was some residual supernatural presence leftover from your little ordeal back to haunt you or if it was just the fear you felt. Whatever it was though had you tossing and turning, nearly in tears with the terror you felt. When you were finally able to wake yourself up, you bolted upright in bed. You were unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the dark room. You were hardly able to see anything but the one thing you could see was Egon’s outline beside you. For a moment you hesitated. However the fright won out over your silly thoughts of embarrassing yourself. You simply couldn’t sleep like this. Pushing yourself off the edge of the bed you slunk down to the floor, crawling over to Egon’s bed. Placing a hand on his arm, you whispered his name. “Egon. Egon!”
“Y/N?” He inquired, rousing from his sleep. “Is something wrong?” As soon as he realized it was you he jumped immediately to concern.
“Yes. I mean, no. I just ... I had a nightmare.” You say, stumbling over your words. “I was wondering--” You cut yourself off, suddenly afraid to ask for what you needed. Noticing your hesitation he sits up in bed, reaching out to grab your forearm in an attempt at comfort.
“It’s okay. What do you need?” He always knew just what to say.
“Can I lay with you?” You finally ask. His hand tenses lightly on your forearm. Not much but enough that you notice the difference.
“Yes. Of course. Whatever will help you sleep.” You nod in gratitude. Egon begins to scoot over in the bed, making room for you. It was a particularly small bed so you knew it would be a tight fit. You weren’t even sure if it would be worth it but at this point, you had to try.
Once he’s moved far enough over to make room for you, you stand just long enough to lower yourself down into his bed. You are immediately very aware of his warmth beside you. Stretching out onto your side, you position yourself just right so that your back is pressed against his chest. You expect to feel his hand drape over your side but when you turn to look back at him you see it pinned tightly to his side. With a gentle hand you guide his arm over your waist.
“It’s okay, Egon. I want you to be comfortable.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to touch you in a way you don’t want.” Little did he know just how much you wanted him to touch you.
“I promise. I don’t mind.” That was all you wanted to say, afraid to give yourself away to him. You both laid there in stiffness for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Should you say good night? Did he want to talk? Or should you just go to sleep? You didn’t know the etiquette for this. Just as you were about to close your eyes, he whispered your name. You turned your head to face him.
“Yes?”
“In the darkroom, when the fire started ... you said my name. You said my name like you wanted to tell me something but Ray busted in before you got a chance to finish. What were you going to tell me?”
God, of course he’d have to ask you that. “I was just going to thank you for being so kind to me. You’ve always been so wonderful and I’m very grateful. I didn’t want us to ... die ... without getting a chance to tell you.” Hopefully that sounded convincing enough to him.
“It’s the least I can do.” He begins. “And frankly, you’re very easy to be kind to.” The two of you lay there in silence but you can practically hear the wheels turning in Egon’s head. There’s something else he wants to say and you would wait forever if you had to. “You’re ... not like anyone I’ve ever met before. From that first interview, I knew I wanted to keep you around. Oh god. That makes it sound like you’re my pet.” You swallow hard at the thought, not sure where he was going with this. “I don’t mean it like that, I just mean I thought you’d make a good addition to the team. I’m very glad that I was right. You’ve been invaluable to me. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself once this is all over.” He admits. You’re speechless. His tone sounded almost like he was confessing something to you. You knew he couldn’t mean it like that but you wished he did. He had just found a faithful friend in you. Nothing more. You knew that.
However, something he had said did stick out in your mind. ‘When this is all over.’ You hadn’t even begun to think about that. Once your research was complete, what would happen to you? Was he going to let you go? You didn’t even remotely want to think about that possibility so you pushed the thought away from your mind.
“Thank you, Egon. It’s nice to hear you say that.” You tell him. As you do so you suddenly notice that your hand has found its place resting gently on top of his. You’re so close that you could intertwine your fingers with his. However, you don’t. You just wait there, hoping that he hasn’t noticed. Or if he has, that it doesn’t bother him. It’s silent for a few more moments, the air heavy with your lack of sleep.
“Good night, Y/N.” He mutters sleepily.
“Good night, Egon.” You say back before letting your eyes shut, drifting off into a nearly dreamless sleep, much more at peace now.
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Light streams in through the window on the far wall of the bedroom. When you wake, you realize you’ve changed positions in the night. Your chest is now pressed against Egon’s, his arms wrapped around your body as he sleeps soundly. In the peace of the morning hours, you can’t help but smile as you rest calmly in his arms. In this moment, there’s nothing wrong in the world. No slime. No Vigo the Carpathian. No near death experiences in sight. Just you and Egon. In bed. Together. You thought you might still be dreaming.
After an hour, Egon’s eyes started to blink open. It took him a minute to realize what was going on but once he did you couldn’t help but notice the blush that rose to his cheeks. He let go of you, straightening his arms by his side. However, neither of you moved to get out of the bed. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of bliss.
“Good morning.” You uttered, voice still hoarse with sleep.
“Good morning.” God, Egon’s morning voice was certainly a sound you could get used to. “How did you end up sleeping?”
“Like a baby.” You say with a smile. “And you?”
“Best sleep I’ve had in a long time.” He admits. The two of you look into each other’s eyes, getting lost for just a moment. “We probably should get up. I’m sure you’d like to get back home.” Egon says, clearing his throat briefly. You push yourself onto your elbows.
“Yeah. Sounds good.” You finally fling your legs over the edge of the bed, standing to your full height and stretching. Egon does the same. You take in the sight of him as he does, noticing that he slept in his day clothes. You chuckled lightly, wondering what kind of pajamas he wore under normal circumstances. Once you were both good and awake, you headed downstairs. On the way out the door you saw that Ray wasn’t in bed. That must have meant he saw you and Egon when he had woken up. That was surely going to be a pleasant point of discussion this morning. You winced at the thought alone.
“Would you like some breakfast?” He asks over his shoulder.
“Breakfast would be great.” You say with a smile. Once you’ve made it into the kitchen area you can see Ray standing at the counter, making himself a bowl of cereal. Here it comes, you think.
“Good morning, you two. Sleep well?” Ray asks in a seemingly innocent tone. You’re immediately suspicious of him.
“Yeah. Slept really well.” Egon replies, pulling two bowls down from the cabinet. You exchange a glance between the two men.
“Yeah. I slept well too.” You add.
“Oh good.” Ray says with a tone of finality before sitting down next to you, bowl still in hand. Huh. Guess he wasn’t going to bring it up. You certainly weren’t complaining. Egon works in the kitchen for a moment and you suddenly remember your manners.
“Do you need my help with that, Egon?”
“Oh no, don’t worry. I’ve got it.” Soon enough he’s handing you a bowl of cereal, sitting down on your other side. As he does his knee brushes up against yours and you try not to blush. The three of you eat in silence, enjoying the peaceful moment. After you’ve finished Ray takes your bowl along with his own, piling them in the sink.
“Thank you.” You say in earnest.
“Of course.” He says, a bright smile on his face.
“Well.” Egon begins, wiping off his mouth. “You probably want to get headed home. You’ve had a long night.” You nod.
“A long night indeed. I think a shower sounds like heaven right about now.” You admit, gathering up your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. The two men escort you towards the main door. When you step outside it is blindingly bright. You shield your eyes with a hand, turning back to thank them. “Well, I appreciate everything you two have done for me. Thanks for keeping me safe. I’ll see you on Monday.” Egon stops you as you start to walk off.
“Why don’t you take Monday off. I’m afraid I’ve put too much strain on you recently. Especially after last night, you should take a break.” He says. With a smile you step forward and pat his arm.
“Egon. I will see you on Monday.” With that, you turn around and head for the curb to hail a cab. The man simply stands there and watches you, taking in the sight of you in the morning light.
“Spengs? Come talk to me.” Ray says, tugging him inside by his shirt sleeve. The two close the doors behind them and you give the Firehouse one last look as you get into your cab. That was the scariest and most exciting night of your life. You could do without the near death experience but it was honestly worth it to sleep in the same bed as Egon. You hoped for more nights like it in the future.
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He's Yours
There were several reasons Dana didn't want to see Peter again. She wasn't surprised when he pushed past Egon and Ray and stepped into her apartment. She knew how he would act, what he would say. That was one reason, and she was right. His smugness, his attempted groveling… Damn her for still loving him…
And then the other, more life-changing reason. The secret she’d been keeping for two years now. Part of her worried that he'd know as soon as Peter saw Oscar. That was probably silly, but between what had happened on the street with Oscar in his carriage and the threat of Peter finding out the truth… Dana was filled with trepidation. She thought maybe she could keep the two apart, but that was wishful thinking. The other part of her, the part that wasn’t worrying, wanted Peter to know. She wanted to tell Peter the truth so badly.
While Ray and Egon had been in Oscar’s room, Peter was alone with Oscar… Dana could hear Peter talking to him, but for the moment, she tried to help the others, wanting to give them all the information she could. But when she returned to the dining room, she froze upon seeing Peter holding Oscar. They might have been goofing off, but it made Dana choke up a bit. This is how it should be, father and son… Why didn’t I tell him sooner?
“Peter?” she murmured as she approached.
He glanced over his shoulder at her before turning to face her.
“He had some sort of clear liquid coming out of his mouth,” Peter said as if that explained why he'd been pretending Oscar had been biting his nose.
“Well, that happens,” Dana murmured, lightly rubbing Oscar's back.
Peter then moved to lean against the table, still playing with Oscar. He was a natural. I have to tell him…
“Well…” Dana began, the words fighting to get out. He’s yours, Peter. You’re finally getting to hold your son, and you don’t even know it. “What do you think?” she asked instead, managing to keep the trepidation out of her voice.
“Well, he’s ugly. I mean, he’s not Elephant Man, ugly, he’s not attractive,” Peter joked, a smile in his voice. “Was his father ugly?”
“Don’t listen,” Dana said to Oscar. If only he knew he was talking about himself…
“And he stinks,” Peter went on. “You’re ripe, senior!” Oscar giggled. Peter then glanced briefly at Dana. “Did his father stink? Yeah? Daddy was a smelly, huh? What’s your name?”
“His name is Oscar.”
“Oh, named after a hot dog! You poor man! You poor poor man!” Peter cried in exaggerated lamentation.
“But seriously, there’s nothing… there’s nothing unusual about him, is there?” Dana asked, half hoping he'd pick up on her trepidation and call it out.
Peter looked thoughtful. “Well, I don’t have a lot of experience with babies.” He then smiled at Oscar. “But you’re excited now because Mama’s here to take your stool sample! Right, Mama?” Peter said, handing Oscar off to Dana.
As their hands touched, Dana nearly gave in again. Oh, Peter, I've missed you so much…
With Peter helping Ray and Egon figure out what had happened to Oscar, Dana honestly felt better about all of it. Despite everything, and not just because she still loved him, she trusted Peter implicitly.
She should trust him enough to tell him the truth.
***
Maybe it had been a mistake going directly to Peter after her bathtub attacked her and Oscar, but Dana hadn't even thought. She just moved. And the one place she'd feel absolutely and totally safe was with Peter. That's just all there was to it.
Maybe he was just being his usual self, but she liked to think he was acting goofy as a way to distract her. Dana knew she was visibly shaken, and Peter seemed to be going out of his way to lighten the mood. She appreciated it. It made things feel a little more normal.
What wasn't normal was being back in his apartment. It felt like it had forever and yet no time at all. It was just as she remembered it, though messier. It was odd sitting on his bed again, too… The last night she'd been here was the night Oscar had been conceived…
That thought made her nervous. Dana was half worried Peter might be able to read her thoughts, that maybe his work with ESP finally paid off. But that was silly, she told herself. He'd probably know already.
But even so, she didn't want to share a bed with him. That was asking for trouble, no matter how much Dana missed getting to sleep in his arms.
“How about you on the sofa and me and the baby in the bed?” she said.
“It’s the way to go,” Peter said, scooting up to sit on the edge of the bed.
She hadn’t expected him to relent so easily. She also didn’t expect the smile he gave her. “It’s so late, I really gotta put him down…”
“May I?”
Dana blinked in surprise. “Yeah, if you want to.”
She should have known better, but Peter's actions still put a smile on her face. Peter leaned down closer to Oscar and pointed at him.
“You’re short, your belly button sticks out too far, and you’re a terrible burden on your poor mother.”
In all the time she’d known Peter, she’d never seen this kind of smile on his face when he interacted with Oscar. Even more surprising was when Peter reached up to lightly rub Oscar’s cheek with the side of his finger. It was such an affectionate gesture…
“Peter?” Dana murmured.
“Yeah?”
Peter looked up at her with that soft smile he used to give her back when things had still been good between them, the one that she convinced herself meant he loved her. She'd longed to see it again for so long…
She swallowed hard and looked down. “You're really good with him.”
“Ah, well, we're just a couple of big kids, aren't we, Oscar?”
“I'm serious, Peter. You'd make a great father.”
He looked genuinely shocked, blinking a few times as he processed the words. Dana smirked.
“Is Peter Venkman finally at a loss for words?” she teased.
He opened his mouth to respond, likely with some quip to defuse the seriousness, but then he closed his mouth, looking down at Oscar. Now, Dana was the one genuinely surprised.
“No one's ever said that to me before…” he admitted quietly.
“I have,” she said. “But I don't think you wanted to hear it before.”
It seemed he couldn't look at her, but she was used to that. When something serious needed to be said, Peter never wanted to look anyone in the eye. Gone was any smugness.
“I meant what I said the other day. You'd have been better off marrying me. I wouldn't have left you…”
Tears pricked Dana's eyes. “I know,” she whispered.
He finally managed to look up at her. They simply gazed at each other for a few moments, everything left unsaid weighing heavily between them.
“I guess I should let you get some sleep,” Peter finally said. “You two are probably exhausted after almost being eaten by a bathtub.”
Dana smiled. “Yeah, I'd like to get some rest.”
“Well, you know where I'll be,” he said, climbing off the bed and gathering up what he needed to sleep in. “You know, in case you get lonely.”
She nearly gave in, taking him up on his offer to sleep in the same bed again, but she wasn't ready for that. “Thanks. Goodnight, Peter.”
Peter gave her a genuine smile. “Night, Dana. And goodnight, Oscar!”
Oscar cooed quietly, smiling up at Peter. Dana waited until Peter closed the door before leaning closer to Oscar.
“Someday soon, he'll know who you really are. You deserve to have a father, and your father deserves to know about his son.” She kissed Oscar's forehead. “And your father deserves a second chance from me.”
***
Dana was thrilled that Peter had invited her out to dinner. More so than she thought she would be.
She had missed this, missed him. She couldn't help but kiss him. Peter gave her his signature smirk.
“You really did miss me, didn't you?” he teased.
Dana remained serious, a faint, smitten smile on her face. “Yes. Yes, I really did.”
To her surprise, his expression softened. “Don't tell anyone, but I missed you, too.”
Tell him. Tell him now. Dana took a deep breath. “Peter, there's something I need to—”
She broke off, interrupted by a sudden commotion from the other side of the restaurant. Maybe she shouldn't have been shocked to see Ray, Egon, and Winston show up, but the shock was more so at the state of their undress, coupled with the fact that they were covered in slime.
“Hold that thought,” Peter muttered, obviously annoyed at the interruption.
Dana sat back, half paying attention to what was being said until they mentioned the museum. And then Peter was gone, leaving Dana to go home alone. Home… how quickly his apartment became home.
But then Oscar had been taken, kidnapped. Aside from her frantic desire to get her son back, she desperately wished for Peter.
Peter, our baby needs you!
***
Once the dust had settled from the wildest — and scariest — New Year’s Dana had ever experienced, she stuck close to Peter because of course she did. He never even asked if she wanted to go home to her apartment as if it was some unspoken thing that she would return with him to his. Neither made a comment about it.
When Dana returned to the living room, Peter was holding Oscar, pacing the room and bouncing him a bit, talking quietly to him. Dana watched them for a moment. Now was the time; it had to be. This couldn't wait any longer.
Peter looked at her and smiled as she approached. “See? There's Mama!”
“Peter… I want to— I need to tell you something.”
“Okay, shoot. I'm all ears.”
Dana could only look at Oscar as she spoke and soothed herself by gently rubbing his arm. “He's yours.”
Peter didn't stop lightly bouncing Oscar in his arms. “He's my what?”
“No, Peter, he's yours. He's your son.”
Now, he stilled, and Dana glanced up at him, finding him staring at her. “My— Mine? He's my—” He looked down at Oscar. “Well, maybe you're not so ugly.”
He turned and wandered away, gazing down at Oscar. Dana watched, torn between feeling relieved and anxious. She hesitantly took a step forward.
“Peter?”
“Would you believe part of me hoped that was the case?” He was quiet for another moment before turning to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Dana looked away, ashamed. “With how you were acting about marriage… I didn’t think you’d want kids. And besides, we were no longer seeing each other when I found out I was pregnant. Oh, Peter, I’m so sorry… I didn’t want it to be this way, and that’s why I’m telling you now.” She stepped up to him and put a hand on his arm. “If I could take it back, I would. I want you in Oscar’s life, and I want you in mine.”
Peter continued to stare for a moment before looking at Oscar. “You both deserve better than me.”
Dana lifted her hand to his cheek. “I don’t want anyone but you. If I’ve realized anything over these past two years, it’s how much, despite everything, I still love you. I love you so much, Peter.”
Again, there was no smugness on his face. In fact, he seemed to get pretty emotional. Emotional for Peter. “You mean that?”
She nodded, unable to hold back her tears anymore. “Yes, I mean that. If anything, I want you to be Oscar’s father because you are. You deserve to know your son.”
Peter took Oscar’s hand and kissed his cheek. “I’d like that, too…” He then smiled a bit and shook his head, looking at Dana. “Only you could ever make me want kids.”
“Yeah?” she murmured.
“I mean…” Peter wrapped his free arm around Dana’s waist and pulled her close. “I guess that’s what love does to a guy.”
She took a breath. “Love?”
Peter leaned in and softly kissed her lips. “I love you, Dana. And I promise I’ll do better this time. For both of you. I’ll admit, I kinda sucked at it last time, but I missed you too much. I… I want this to work.”
“So you’re not mad at me for keeping this from you.”
He shook his head, making a face. “I probably would have kept it from me, too.” He then smiled at Oscar. “But we’re all here now! And I’ve got a little baby boy!” Peter got a little more serious. “I’ve got a kid… Huh, that’s gonna take some getting used to… Oh, and I take back everything I said about your father. He’s the most handsomest, best-smelling guy around.” He cut his eyes up at Dana. “Most of the time. Okay, so he has his moments.”
“Peter?”
He looked at her.
“You can sleep in the bed tonight.”
Peter grinned and kissed her again. “I promise to behave.”
“And yet, somehow, I don’t believe you.”
They made their way toward the bedroom. “No, I promise! I’ve changed, Dana. I’m a new man! Literally. I’m a father now; I gotta start acting like it.”
“Oh, good! Then you can start changing his diapers.”
“Whoa, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves!”
“Peter?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Dana.”
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OK OK OK LAST ONE J SWEAR
Idk if you’re ok incorporating my OC into this one, I made Ray a daughter, maybe a reader finding out Ray has a kid from a previous relationship, and he’s literally the dad everyone wants. He’s kind sweet caring, knows everything about a girls period and what helps what doesn’t, how to relieve cramps and stuff, rarely looses his cool
And don’t forget the dad bod
i'm absolutely okay with that !! i write better with a character than without a reader but i LOVE how you're incorporating a reader and your oc so i will absolutely do this !! (and i'll try to incorporate the dad bod <3)
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You're a Good Dad, You Know That?
Dad!Ray Stantz x reader
OC is Sal Stantz who belongs to the person who asked for this one shot! :)
WARNINGS : none! (unless periods count, then definitely periods. but if that grosses you out, read a biology book).
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YOU WERE AWARE OF RAY'S LAST RELATIONSHIP. You knew it had gone pretty badly. Which was heartbreaking on his end. Ray was the sweetest guy that you had ever known. He was someone that you could rely on whenever you needed help.
However, what you didn't know was that Ray had a kid. Well, of course he told you upon your first meet. But you ended up loving Sal. And eventually, you two end up being close. She's practically yours even though she's from a different relationship. That didn't matter to you, though.
You had noticed that Sal was feeling pretty awful. You knew exactly what it was. It was that time of month, and you just had your period a week prior. This was normal, since you two had been hanging around together for so long, you had synced together in the times you were supposed to have them.
You were about to send Sal chocolates and a heating pad their way, but Ray had already beaten you to it. There were a bunch of different candies on the bed. Almost any chocolate imagination. Kit-Kat's, Reese's, Hershey's ... Crunch, courtesy of Egon.
You were about to leave when you heard Sal call you over. Ray turns around, a smile appearing on his face, waving you over.
"Yeah, come join us!" He tells you, "I was just about to get to the part where Peter got slimed."
You couldn't help but to chuckle. You walk into the room. You lay next to Ray, immediately resting your head on his stomach. The dad bod just made everything so much better. His stomach was softer than the pillow you lay on.
"You're telling the Sedgwick Hotel story again?" You ask with a chuckle.
"Well, she wanted to hear it," Ray answered, "She said that it'll make her feel better."
You couldn't help but to smile at his response. That way Ray for you. He would do anything for his daughter and you admired him for that. This was your first experience at being a parent. But you had to remember that it was his, too.
You listen to Ray finish up the story. You can hear Sal giggle at a few of the parts. But by the end of it, she's asleep. You two stay with her in case she wakes up in pain again.
You look up at Ray. "You're a good dad," you say to him, "You know that, right?"
Ray looks down at you. For some reason that comment alone makes his heart flutter. His eyes soften as he looks at you. "You think so?"
You give a nod. "I know so," you answer.
He gives you a smile, slightly leaning down to kiss you on your forehead. "You're a good parent, too, you know," he says.
"Yeah, but not as good as you," you chuckle, "I'm still new at this."
"Well, me too," Ray told you, "This is my first and only kid. We're not gonna be experts."
"I know ..." You trail off.
"Hey," he says, "She loves you, you know."
"Does she?"
"Absolutely," Ray answers, "And we're learning this parent thing together. Everything is gonna be okay, alright?"
You give him a kiss to his cheek. "Alright," you answer.
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── ♡ ( AUTHOR'S NOTE! ) :
i decided to add some of the period stuff too. i hope you like it, though! :)
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so i heard you want requests 🙏 i suggest 17 with a Ghostbuster of your choice. pls?
“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”
"ghostbuster of my choice" is always egon sorry NOT sorry
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“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”
Egon pursed his lips in concentration. He stole a glance downward, realizing that his loose fist had inadvertently tightened around you. “Sorry, Asa,” he stated, keeping his strides long but stable. He adjusted his grip so his thumb was no longer pinning you down. You were injured, after all.
It had been a few months since you were discovered by the scariest group of humans you had ever seen. You knew something was eerie about the apartment whose walls you inhabited, and it all came to a head with the human who owned the place screaming, a disgusting green ghost running rampant and four men dressed in brown jumpsuits causing chaos as they tried to catch it.
After the dust had settled, the walls were left destroyed and you were left out in the open, hurt, confused and terrified. The Ghostbusters had found you, taken you back and patched you up, and you had been living with them ever since. You had built a strong bond with them – Ray, the one who had been so gentle when he first found you, had instantly gained your trust and was like your rock. Winston was the one you went to when everything became too overwhelming and just needed to feel normal for a few minutes. Venkman teased you all the time, but it was out of love – he was like an older brother, or a fun uncle to you.
The only one you couldn’t figure out with Egon. He had insisted on running countless tests and experiments on you, which was a borrower’s worst nightmare. He rarely ever smiled and always looked at you with this cold, stoic expression, like he was studying you instead of regarding you as a real person.
Truthfully, he terrified you, and you never wanted to be left in a room alone with him. Problem was, it was just you and him in the firehouse this afternoon, so of course today was the day that something had to blow up in your face.
Egon had stayed behind while the other three were off investigating something that Venkman had been complaining wasn't worth their time all week. He had a trove of experiments that he was behind on, and this call didn’t seem that serious. He was deep into some slime samples when he heard a small poof and subsequent thud come from upstairs.
You were working on your own experiment, just on a much smaller scale. Ray had asked you to make adjustments to your own mini proton pack so you could start going on ghost-hunting missions with the gang. He had done as much as he could, making something for someone four inches tall, and he trusted you to finish up.
You don’t know exactly what you did wrong – you always thought of yourself as handy and a quick learner – but a wire got crossed and BOOM! There was a bright flash of light, a deafening sound and all of a sudden, you were falling falling falling until you hit the ground with a thud.
Egon immediately abandoned what he was doing, ripped off his rubber gloves and sprinted up the stairs in a huff. He told Ray this would be a bad idea.
Egon burst into the room, eyes focused on the table he had last seen you on – but you were nowhere to be found. “Asa?”
You couldn’t move. You could barely speak. The wind had gotten knocked out of you, and you were honestly shocked that you were conscious right now. Egon’s massive form was more like a looming stormcloud than a person.
Egon’s eyes rapidly darted around the room until he realized something – maybe you weren’t hiding or embarrassed.
He softly gasped when he saw you on the floor. You had never looked smaller, even when they had first found you. Your hair was strewn across your face, making it near impossible to see if you were… no. No, you were alive. He knew that with your smaller mass, falls like that wouldn’t kill you – but they would surely hurt.
He bent down, and that oh-so familiar sinking sensation told you that someone was here. Your breathing picked up in your dazed state as you momentarily forgot who was here with you. It was like you couldn’t see his eyes through his lenses. It was just another scientist in a white lab coat ready to pluck you up before pinning you down.
Egon sucked the air through his teeth as he slid his hands underneath your fragile body, trying his best not to jolt you around too much as he stood up to his full height. His heart lurched when you struggled in his grip, clearly dazed and scared as to what was going on. Worried he was going to drop you, he curled his fingers loosely around you.
“Don’t move so much,” he mumbled lowly. “You’re hurt.”
His deadpan voice brought you back to reality. “Egon…?”
He looked down when he heard your strained voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He needed to get you downstairs.
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked around frantically for somewhere soft to put you down. If he were broken all over his body and had a giant carrying him, he wouldn’t want to be put down on a cold, hard table.
Eventually, he found a folded up cloth that was clean enough to plop you on. He tilted his hand and you unceremoniously tumbled down, breaking your fall with your one miraculously good arm.
You managed to sit up, clutching your head with a groan as Egon dashed off to who knows where. Thankfully, your breathing was getting better every second. Of all the questions Egon had asked you when they first discovered you, you still haven’t told him about –
You jumped at the sudden clattering noise next to you. Egon had grabbed a handful of supplies, including some sharp, shiny instruments you had only ever seen from afar. The giant scientist grabbed his scissors and a roll of gauze. “This will take a lot quicker if you don’t squirm,” he said as he carefully snipped off a piece.
You began to shiver. “Wh–what–wait, Egon–”
“Why are you sitting up? You’re hurt, Asa,” he said matter-of-factly. “I don’t know why Ray let you mess with a proton pack in the first place. That kind of power could blow a hole through the space-time continuum if you’re not careful. How far was that fall?”
“How am I supposed to know?” you snapped. You were going to pretend that he didn’t just insult you. “Human measurements don’t mean anything to me.”
Egon hummed. “You’re right. It was a few feet, at least. Scaled to you… probably 100 or so. Feet, that is.”
You stared at him. “...Is that far?”
He suddenly turned his gaze to you, eyebrows raised as if you just asked the dumbest question ever, causing you to shrink back. “Asa, that kind of fall would kill someone.”
“Oh.” You watched warily as he continued to snip pieces of that strange white cloth. “What are you–what is that stuff?”
“It’s gauze,” he said simply.
“...which is for what, exactly?”
Egon paused for the shortest of moments. He always struggled with the fact that you were a fully intelligent, fully functional person, yet you didn’t know about the basic mechanics of human society. Half the time, he had to stop himself from talking down to you like a child.
“Your leg is broken. Normal humans would get a cast made of much stronger materials like plaster or fiberglass, but this will do for you. Now, hold still.”
Your eyes widened as his hands descended on you. “No, w-wait–”
Your breath hitched when his hand made contact with your leg, which, for as badly as you wanted to believe it would heal quickly, still hurt like hell. You whined in pain, and it only seemed to worsen when he applied pressure while wrapping the gauze around you.
“How’s that?” he asked, voice surprisingly soft. It’s not every day he had to patch up a person no bigger than his thumb.
You managed to stand up, trying to get used to the strange feeling of your leg being constrained and stuck straight. You looked up at Spengler, uncomfortable underneath his awed gaze. He was gawking at you like you were some kind of marvel. “How am I supposed to do anything now?”
“We’ll just carry you to where you need to go,” Egon shrugged. “But hold on, I’m not done yet. Your arm–”
“–is fine,” you cut him off. “Seriously, it’s–”
“Look, Asa, you’ve probably got a lot of adrenaline pumping through you right now, but you shouldn’t even be standing.”
“I’m not kidding, I’m fine! I don’t need–”
“You need to listen to me, Asa. After that kind of fall, I’m surprised you’re even alright. Even being so small, it should have–”
“EGON!”
He stopped in surprise. You yelled with such force that you might as well have just shouted right into his ear.
“I know you–you’re just trying to help, but…” you paused to take a shaky breath. You hadn’t meant to yell, but you were getting overwhelmed. “But I’m already healing. I should be completely back to normal in a few weeks.”
Egon blinked. “Broken limbs take months to heal, Asa.”
“Not for borrowers,” you mumbled, almost ashamed. “We heal a lot faster than that.”
“Asa…” Egon was beside himself. Rapid healing? That was some real comic book stuff, even for someone who investigated the paranormal for a living. “How come you never told anyone that before? The kind of tests we could run, the things we could learn…”
“Because I’m a person, Egon! I’m not just some–some thing to study!” The normal restraint you had when talking to him was gone. “I’m grateful to you guys for saving me, and–and giving me a place to live. And I don’t mind telling you guys about borrower stuff. But you can’t just–you have to remember that I have feelings, too.”
Egon was lost in thought. Had he really come across as cold? Well, from your perspective, he supposed it made sense. He knew he was rather stoic and serious, and for someone so small in such a giant world, he must have been rather intimidating and scary to you.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Asa,” Egon sighed, pulling a chair up and taking a seat. “I suppose I just have a hard time…”
“Thinking of me as a real person?” you guessed.
“Yeah,” Egon smirked. “That.”
A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you ogled at each other. Truthfully, you were both in a sort of shock that you were this close to someone at such a different size than either of you were used to. You were still getting over your baked-in fear of giants, and Egon was still struggling to truly understand your intelligence, but maybe you just had to spend more time with each other to get over it.
“Well, I appreciate you making me this… cast,” you offered, gesturing sheepishly to the gauze. “It might not take months to heal, but it still hurts like a bitch right now.”
Egon cracked a smile. “You sure you don’t need any others?”
Truthfully, you could probably make do without any others, but if this was Egon’s way of helping…
“Maybe you could make me one for my arm,” you said, lifting the busted limb up as far as it could go.
“I can do that,” he started, rolling more gauze out, “but only if you tell me more about that special healing of yours.”
You chuckled, but something in the tone of his voice was sincere. He wouldn’t have a free hand to jot down notes at lightning speed like he usually does. Maybe he was asking… just because he wanted to get to know you more.
“Alright, Spengler. You got yourself a deal.”
#i'm kind of proud of this???#egon my absolute beloved#i like changed his characterization halfway through lmao#he has to learn to be soft damn it#obwrites#g/t#giant/tiny#giant tiny#ghostbusters
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Mood Slime (Ray Stantz x F!Reader)
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 527
Includes: mood slime, incredibly affectionate Ray, pregnant!reader
Summary: An uninhibited Ray shows his pregnant wife exactly how he feels about her
Notes: takes place right after the end of GB2
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You weren’t sure what had just happened inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You were standing at the very front of the crowd that had gathered. Despite being 7 months pregnant, you managed to push your way to the front just as your husband was walking down the front steps. “Ray!” you called out to him, before realizing he was absolutely covered in slime. Being the wife of a Ghostbuster, you were used to dealing with all matter of sludge, slime, and ooze. So, you didn’t even flinch.
He called out your name, the already delirious smile on his face growing wider. He practically leaped down the stairs in a single bound, scooping you up into his arms where he held you tight. “Honey bunny, sweetie pie, I missed you, I love you, I love you so much…”
You laughed, even though you, yourself, were being drenched in the nasty pink goo now. “Sweetie, Sweetie pie, be careful, you’re gonna squish the baby.”
“Oh!” He dropped you back to the ground. “Our baby…” He placed his hand over your swollen stomach. “Our sweet little baby, daddy loves you so much…” Despite the fact that he towered over you, he still tried to talk to your stomach as if the baby inside could hear him.
In spite of his better judgment, Egon approached the two of you. “Ray has been doused with positively charged psychomagnotheric slime." He informed you. "As a result, his behavior might be a bit unusual until he can dispose of the contaminated clothing.”
“Oh. Really? I hadn’t noticed any difference.” Ray was clinging to you like a koala, and one hand was still rubbing your stomach. He hummed softly while you absent-mindedly carded your fingers through his sticky hair, half of your attention on him and half on Egon.
“...Of course.”
As you all piled into the Ecto-1, Ray pulled you into his lap, pushing his face into your shoulder as he still cooed over you and your unborn baby. Peter and Dana had piled in next to you, with Winston and Egon in the front. “I love you…” Ray was kissing your neck. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” and you lifted his head to bring his still slime-covered lips to yours.
Next to you, Peter looked absolutely disgusted. ”Do you really need to be doing that now? Or, really… ever?”
Your head practically whipped around 180 degrees as you turned to stare down Peter. “My husband was just nearly killed by a thousand year old megalomaniacal sorcerer after being wrongfully committed to a mental institution to be locked away for who knows how many years AFTER being nearly thrown in jail while I was pregnant with his first born child. So yes, I need to be doing exactly this, right this very second.” And you turned back to Ray, who looked as lovestruck as ever, and seemed to have not noticed your little outburst, or did notice and only loved you all the more for it. You went right back to kissing him, moaning loudly into his mouth.
It was going to be a long ride to the firehouse for the other three Ghostbusters.
#ghostbusters#ghostbusters 2#ray stantz#ray stantz x reader#ghostbusters x reader#self shipping#selfship#i love this cutie so much and i dont care who knows it
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Life before
Pairing: Egon Spengler x Fem reader
Description: After an exhausting week and nightly call of ghost hunting you and Egon share a quiet and sweet moment
You were staring at the lights of New York and the night sky out of the window when you heard a door opening. Turning around you see Egon quietly close the door then looking up not knowing you were awake as well "Hey couldn't sleep" he asks as he walks into the kitchen grabbing a glass of orange juice as you look back at the window. "Yea not the first time" you didn't notice the look of realization and concern on his face as he comes and sits beside you handing you a glass of soda looking out the window "What causes it?" he asks as you take a sip of soda and sigh "A lot of different things...not just our job" you look at the floor as he looks at you with a patient and awaiting look. "I don't tell you guys a lot about my life before I met any of you...and there's a reason for that" you put the cup down getting up and walking away until you were across the room from him "I was abused by my family the only people who truly cared were my aunt, cousin, and sister...I came here after my aunt died with my cousin on one hip my sister on the other...My sister's 9 and my cousin's 12...I met you guys not too long after being here for a month working my old job at the coffee shop" you say as tears flow taking a picture of the three of you out of your pocket and handing it to egon. He looks at it smiling for a minute handing it back to you as you try not to break down taking a drink of your cup as you try to calm down until your cup was taken and ended up being held against egon's chest as he hugged and held you rubbing your back as you hug him back. The two of you stand there for half an hour laying beside each other on the couch as he talks about his life before and family as you listen dozing off until he started talking about his father "He was always disappointed in me...I don't think even now he would be proud of what his son has become" you hold and squeeze his hand rubbing your thumb up and down "If he can't be proud and accept the person you are...then he shouldn't be in your life" you say as he looks at you with a tender look "You know your right thank you" he says as he leans forward kissing you holding your face in both hands as you wrap your arms around his waist holding each other as you fall asleep until being woken up in the morning by peter saying he won a bet the other three made as well as ray taking pictures and winston eating a twinkie giving peter 20 bucks.
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You Look Tired, Egon
A quick one-shot in which Reader tries to convince Egon to get some much-needed sleep.
General info:
Egon x Reader, established relationship, fluff, no content warnings
Word count: 1.4k
A sleepless night.
You were wide-awake in bed, staring at the ceiling fan sluggishly rotating above you. The clock was just a few minutes past two in the morning, and you were certainly tired, but you just couldn’t seem to get to sleep.
So, you kicked off your blanket and headed downstairs to the boys' bedroom.
It was common for you or Egon to crawl into the other’s bed during the dead of night. The two of you usually opted to sleep in the upstairs girls’ room — Janine never stayed overnight at the firehouse unless she had no other choice, so you almost always had the whole bedroom to yourself. But, there were some nights where he opted for his own bed to not risk waking you up at an overly unreasonable hour. Other nights saw him too exhausted to even attempt making the two-story trek up the stairs, so he would just crash on the old, squashy couch in the back of the lab.
The bedroom door was ajar, and already you could hear the telltale noises of the boys deep into sleep as you ambled down the stairs. You poked your head inside the bedroom.
Peter was splayed out on his stomach and snoring loudly, his leg hanging off the side of his bed and occasionally twitching. Ray was cozily curled up beneath a nest of blankets and pillows, muttering gibberish in a vibrant, nonsensical dream. Winston was snoozing quietly in a serene slumber, stick-straight in his bed with his hands folded neatly over his chest, a vestigial habit from sleeping in cramped military bunks.
Egon’s bed was empty.
So, you quietly closed the door and went downstairs to the basement lab.
Egon was bent over his desk, writing in the chaotic mess that was his notebook. His ears perked when he recognized your gait and he sat up a bit straighter. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said pleasantly, his back still turned to you. “I thought you went to bed a few hours ago.”
“Yeah, but I got lonely.” You crept behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your chin on top of his head, partially flattening his fluffy hair. “Whatcha working on?”
“Just double-checking some calculations on the bacterial plasmids to see if there’s any statistically significant growth rate difference between them and our control cultures.” He put his hand over yours, idly caressing your hand as he scribbled t-test formulas in the messy margins of his notebook. “You seem sleepy, needless to say.”
“False.” You yawned. “Clingy.” You nuzzled your face into his hair, relishing the smell of his shampoo mingled with the light, natural scent that was so delightfully Egon. He set his pen down and tilted his head back, giving you the opportunity to plant a kiss on his forehead.
“You should try to get back to sleep,” he said quietly.
“I can’t. I’m scared of ghosts.”
He smirked. “If that’s the case then I have some very bad news regarding your day job.”
You lightly drummed your fingers on the sides of his face, the light sensation making him chuckle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You’re right. I don’t know why I was under the impression that your ghostologist position at the ghost research lab for Ghostbusters has anything to do with ghosts.”
“Me neither.” You kissed his nose. “No clue where you got that idea.” You put your hands on the sides of his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble as you caressed his cheeks and peppered light kisses on his forehead. He leaned back in his desk chair, soaking up the attention with a small smile. You pulled away a bit to glance over his face. He focused his dark weary eyes on you, looking up at you with placid adoration. “You look tired, Egon.”
“That can’t possibly be surprising to you after all these years past.”
“No, but I still have trouble getting used to it as your default.” You ran your fingers through his hair and a contented sigh rumbled in his throat. “Come to bed.”
"Not for a while, I'm afraid. As always you are welcome company. But, for the sake of your circadian health, I do ask that you reconsider sleeping alone tonight."
“Afraid not. As per the rules of my employment contractual agreements negotiated with the Occult Workers’ Union, I am entitled to a daily allotment of physical affection.”
He cocked an amused eyebrow. “I’ve never heard of such a labor union before. Especially in today’s political regressions. How long has it been in effect?”
“Janine and I started it a few hours ago.”
“And with whom did you negotiate these terms?”
“Peter. He said, ‘Yeah, sure, I don’t care. That’s Egon’s problem.’ And then he threw a wad of paper at Winston’s head.”
He snickered. “In that case, I’m sure I could spare a few minutes for the sake of implementing our new union mandates.”
You seized the back of his desk chair and spun him around to face you.
He was startled a bit by your sudden aggressiveness, blinking rapidly, his face burning hot, but almost immediately regained his composure. He reached up and cupped your face with oversized hands, pulling you in for a light, delicate kiss. After a moment he pulled back, stroking your cheek with his thumb and pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you, sweetheart.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his breath warm and pleasant on your face, and kissed you again. “I love you.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest, threatening to leap into your throat. A giddy grin spread across your face. “I love you, too.” You kissed his lips, his nose, his brow, and pulled him into a hug, cradling his head to your chest.
He took a breath and sighed deeply, allowing some of the tension in his body to unwind. He lazily wrapped his arms around your back, leaning into your embrace. You played with his hair, absentmindedly running your fingers through the thick, plushy curls, earning another deep sigh as he fully relaxed against you. He yawned. “I failed to ask you how your day was.”
“Janine went to the tailor to pick up Ray’s and Peter’s new uniforms, but they embroidered the names wrong. Their new names are ‘Ayy’ and ‘Skeeter.’ Ayy is fine with it but Skeeter had a bit of a fuss.”
He smiled a bit. “I’ll be sure to offer Skeeter my condolences in the morning…”
You fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying his presence in your arms and slipping your fingers through his hair. After a while, you said to him, “Okay, I’ll let you get back to work. Try to come to bed soon.” You pulled back a bit, but immediately froze when Egon slumped forward against you, his arms still loosely wrapped around your middle.
Egon had fallen asleep.
"...Shit," you muttered. “Egon.” You brushed your hands up the side of his face, tilting his head upwards. “Egon, wake up.”
“Mmm…?” He blinked sluggishly and looked up at you with groggy, unfocused eyes, his glasses askew and his hair a mess.
“Come lie down on the couch.”
He slowly rose to his feet, holding onto you a bit to steady his balance, and ambled over to the couch, heavily flopping onto his back.
You bent down and gingerly lifted the glasses off his face, setting them aside on the cluttered coffee table.
He reached up his arms to you, almost impatiently gesturing for your company.
You crawled onto the couch with him and carefully started positioning yourself into the tiny shared space. Once you settled in comfortably, he wrapped his arms around you, idly petting your hair, delicately stroking your cheek with strong, calloused hands. His jaw stretched into a wide yawn. "You've incapacitated me with your soporific affections…" he muttered.
“I don’t know what that word means.”
He grumbled some overcomplicated explanation under his breath as you laid your head on his chest. You closed your eyes, feeling the soft, muted thrum of his strong heart, the rhythmic, gentle rise and fall of his steady breathing. He finished rattling off his definition and yawned again. He tightened his grip around you, burying his nose in your hair and holding you closely against him, cozy and warm against the chilly winter night. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight.”
#egon x reader#egon spengler x reader#ghostbusters fanfiction#ghostbusters egon#fluff#oc#fic#one-shot#egon spengler#eeby sleeby#midterms are over and I can write again!
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Hello, I was thinking about Egon with a reader(They/them) whose love language is physical affection. It'd be cute to imagine him trying to hold their hands, ending up with just the little finger wrapped around theirs.
Small body, big affection
Pairing: Egon Spengler x GN!Reader
Warnings: none (if I miss anything please lmk)
Description- as above in request
It had been a day off and all of the ghostbusters were lounging around headquarters. Y/n and Egon had been in the lab, Peter and Ray doing whatever it was and Winston out with his family. “Egon, come on we seriously need out of this lab, for a day. Come on” Y/n was convincing Egon to at least take a break from the studies he had going on.
With a sigh, Egon stood up and stretched some joints popping louder than the others, a surprised look on his face before he looked back at Y/n who was looking back with a ‘I told you so’ face. With his lips forming into a thin line he began walking out of the lab, Y/n soon following behind. Going to the kitchen area, Y/n began to heat up some water, a coffee for Egon and a tea for themself.
“What we’re you working on in there?” Y/n asked as Egon stood to the side, glancing over at the almost empty box of twinkies. “I thought you were watching” “nuh uh, it got a little complicated and you were really concentrated so I started sketching” they explained, looking up at Egon. Their height difference was incredible, With Egon at 6 foot 2, and Y/n at 5 feet. He was their giant, and he always seemed to remind them anytime he used their head as a little arm rest or anytime he had to lean down a bit to meet them at eye level.
Egon shrugged in agreement, eyes still on the box of Twinkies. “Just grab them, I know you’re going to beat yourself up over it later if you don’t get them now” They grinned, beginning to pour the water in the two mugs. Egon simply nodded as he walked over, making Y/n smile to themselves before hearing the familiar voice of Peter.
“Oh who do we have here?” He teased as he walked over to the counter where Y/n was, not bothering to bother Egon, knowing how he would get if he decided to get too close. With a simple shrug, Y/n picked up the two mugs after making Egon’s coffee the way he liked before passing it to him, giving him a small warning that it was hot. “You guys do know that it is getting late right” Peter advised, grabbing himself a cola from the refrigerator.
“Yea. We’ll take another break eventually” Y/n spoke before they and Egon went back up to the lab, small laughs leaving them as they walked. As they got back in the lab, Y/n stood for a bit as they looked around before picking up their sketchbook. “I am hoping you are going to watch?” Egon blatantly asked, looking at Y/n through his glasses before back at his work. “Actually no, you need a longer break, come sit with me”
With saying that, Y/n grabbed Egon by the hand, though only being able to hold onto two of his fingers, because his hand was so big. Going over to the sofa, Y/n sat down, pulling him with them so that he could relax and lean back just enough. Coughing to himself, Egon turned away as his cheeks had flushed a light dusty pink before he turned to look back at Y/n who was looking around the lab before finally looking at him. “What’s up?” They asked softly, wonder all in their eyes, making Egon relax quite a bit.
“Nothing in particular” Egon replied and Y/n nodded. With a gentle motion, Y/n lifted Egon’s hand, basically beginning to compare their hand sizes. Placing their palm in Egon’s larger one, Both of their eyes widened at the size difference, leading Y/n to giggle quite a bit. “I never realized how small your hands were” Egon stated, making Y/n smile more. “It’s weird but, it’s not” Y/n added slowly moving their hand up to his fingers, wrapping their hand around two of his fingers.
Egon cleared his throat as y/n could only lean against him, continuing to play with his hands. Egon didn’t really mind, He found it rather cute how his partner laid against him, playing with his hands. He felt relaxed once again and let out a deep breath. Y/n smiled as they looked up at Egon to see him relaxed with hooded eyes as if he was going to fall asleep. With a little grin, they leant up and planted a small kiss onto his cheek, near his lips.
“Get some rest” They whispered, leaning against him once more.
This literally took me too long to post, because I was hit with writers block, even though I thought I could beat it. I literally hated how long it took me but omg it’s here and I’m glad. I really hope you lovies enjoyed this and if you did, I’m glad. I love you, I hope you’re having a good day/afternoon/evening. Love you!!
#ghostbusters#egon spengler#winston zeddemore#ray stantz#x reader#harold ramis#peter venkman#spenglerssweetheart#writing#imagine#gn reader
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Pheobe and Lucky if you feel up to it for the character analysis. (You don't have to do both if you don't want to btw)
Character Analysis ask game!
This is going to be long, so I'm putting it under a read more:
Phoebe:
My overall opinion on the character:
She is my favorite!!!💖 Even before we knew her name and all we had to go on was some vague information about casting, I was already obsessed. A little girl as the lead of a Ghostbusters movie? Who would've thought! She's the character I wish I had when I was her age, but I'm so glad to have her now. She's an inspiration to children, great autistic representation, and a worthy successor to Egon while being an interesting character in her own right!
One virtue they have:
She displays an aptitude for science and a natural curiosity for the world around her. It's what leads her to uncovering the truth and connecting with the past. This is tempered with caution, although she still has much to learn. She is very much the "brains" of the new team.
One flaw they have:
Her headstrong nature means that she's willing to stand up for herself, but it could land her in trouble if she's not careful. She's lucky the only punishment she got after the Muncher incident was losing access to the Ghostbusters gear, especially after she threatened a cop with the proton pack. She got the "Your mother!" instinct from her grandfather, it seems.
Favorite moment from their arc:
Hard to pick! Phoebe is funny, witty and brave. The finale is the culmination of everything that the movie is leading up to, with Phoebe completing what Egon started and facing off against Gozer. When Egon's ghost appears to give her that last bit of support she needs, he's passing the torch to the next generation. What a beautiful moment both in the universe of the franchise and for what it means to us fans!
Least favorite moment from their arc:
Callie getting angry at Phoebe is just hard to watch. Of course she's mad about her child getting in a dangerous situation and causing property damage, but when Phoebe asks why her mom never told her about Egon she calls him an asshole. It could've been worse though. Originally Callie was going to break the PKE meter but test audiences hated her for that. There was also a deleted scene where Phoebe said casually suggested Janine's grandma had dementia. So yeah, the Spengler women are really mean in the deleted scenes for some reason, glad those didn't make it in the final film.
One relationship they have with another character:
Her friendship with Podcast parallels Egon and Ray, but the difference here is that we get to see how they first meet. Phoebe and Podcast connect because they are both a little different. Podcast gets her dry humor and seems to be the first real friend she's made. When she introduces him to Trevor she calls him a "friend" like it's the first time she's said the word. The little smile she has when he laughs at her joke is so cute.
One relationship I'd like to see explored from this character:
There's a lot of relationships I'd like to see more of between Phoebe and other characters so it's hard to narrow it down. Through their brief interactions, we get a good sense of how close she and her brother are, even with the occasional bickering. It would be nice to see more of that along with how their relationship with their mother evolved after the events of Afterlife. I'd also like to know how she gets along with Ray, Peter and Winston. Are they going to be training her and the other kids?
What I would have liked to see happen with them in the media:
There was a cut scene that showed Phoebe firing the proton pack in a field of corn, making it pop in the air. She would have tried grabbing some and catching it on her tongue like falling snow. This was actually the first scene Jason Reitman imagined for the character before the story was written. It's really cute and imaginative! I understand why it was cut since there's already a scene of Phoebe testing the Proton pack at the foundry, but it would have still been fun to see as a featurette or something.
Lucky:
My overall opinion on the character:
It's interesting, When I read the casting call it was clear we'd have 4 lead characters, one of whom was going to be the love interest of "Teen Boy." I speculated a lot on what she'd be like, and somehow correctly guessed she'd be played by a black actor and that she'd get possessed in the final act. A lot of other ideas I had about her were just wild guesses. She's not very popular in the fandom since she didn't get to do a lot in the movie, but I was always more enamored with thinking about who she could be. I think she's got a lot of potential and hope to see that shine in future installments.
One virtue they have:
She has aspirations outside of Summerville and the desire to see more of what life has to offer. It's clear she's level-headed and rational, as shown when she corrects Podcast on the little factoid about fingernails. I get the impression she's someone who can step back and see the bigger picture.
One flaw they have:
What flaws? 💅✨
Honestly though, having only appeared in one film and having so little screen time means that she hasn't really had a chance to show any obvious flaws or make big mistakes. At worst, she's passive. She knew Shandor's name was on everything but didn't question it until Phoebe and co brought her into their adventure.
Favorite moment from their arc:
Her and Trevor sitting over the mine shaft and talking about their lives was a nice scene. It helped give some insight into both of them and revealed a bit more of what was going on in the town. I also enjoy seeing her suit up and use the proton pack!
Least favorite moment from their arc:
I have mixed feelings about the moment where Zuul possesses Lucky. On the one hand, it's a great way to raise the stakes and further display the Terror Dog's powers (They can switch from one host to another!) but it also undermines Lucky's impressive entrance and her attempts to fight Gozer don't amount to much. As it stands now, canon has a chance to build on this moment by showing us the effect it had her. Is she haunted by nightmares about being possessed? Does she feel the need to prove herself a more capable Ghostbuster?
One relationship they have with another character:
As contrived as the implied romance between her and Trevor comes across, I do like their interactions. He's smitten by her, but she responds to him with teasing. Later on she warms up to him and they talk about their lives. She's (rightfully) upset about him lying about his age to work at the same place as her, but after that we see little moments between them that show chemistry and understanding. I would like to see more of them together, even if only platonically.
One relationship I'd like to see explored from this character:
Her parents! We know the sheriff is her dad but don't get to see much of them together. I'd like to know what he thinks about his daughter getting involved in the supernatural or her new friends. I'm also curious about her mom, we never see her. I had the headcanon that her mom passed away due to cancer, but it's possible she's alive and will appear in a sequel. Only time will tell.
What I would have liked to see happen with them in the media:
I've gone over the the final battle in my head and tried to figure out other ways to do it, but I can't really think of a good alternative. Maybe it would've helped if Lucky was more involved in the story before that point, so the audience would be more attached to her. She could have done some more investigating after seeing the Terror Sentinel fly out of the mine.
#mera's answers#anon#long post#character analysis#ghostbusters#ghostbusters afterlife#phoebe spengler#lucky domingo#Thanks anon!!#sorry it took me a while I was tired#I love talking about these characters they mean a lot to me
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Happy Birthday E!
Summary: Carolyne finds a box of polaroids in Egon’s closet while making space for some of her things. The images she finds inside are making her consider hiding his hair products. Did I mention it is also his birthday?
(Happy birthday Harold!)
“I did start making some space for your things,” Egon stated evenly, the slight shake in his voice revealing his nervous excitement, “You can put those two boxes on the closet shelf until you can get settled better.”
“Thanks love,” Carolyne replied, happy smile on her face as she walked into his, no their bedroom, “It’s just these boxes for now Egon, the rest of my clothes can wait till later.”
“Lunch is almost ready,” he said softly, leaning against the door frame, staring at her tenderly as she put the two boxes on the bed.
He observed how tenderly she placed her belongings around the room starting with the bedside table. The two books she’s reading found a home in the drawer along with her journal. She then turned to the chest of drawers, where she placed a picture of them taken in front of the firehouse. He still in his flight suit, sans proton pack, her arms holding him close about the waist while he had an arm around her back pulling him close as he directed someone off camera with his free hand. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that she wasn’t looking at the camera, she was looking at him.
“You ok Egon?” She asked softly, Carolyne had felt his gaze as she moved, not at all bothered with his following gaze.
“Hm?” He replied still lost in thought as he gazed at the picture.
“Paging Dr. Spengler,” she teasingly said.
“What?” He said coming to.
“You mentioned lunch?” She asked kindly, wrapping her arms around his waist and looked up at him.
“Oh, yes! I’ll let you know when to come out for lunch,” he said, leaving the room, his cheeks red in embarrassment at having been caught unawares.
She pressed a loving kiss to the corner of his mouth and nodded moving back to the bed for the second box.
Carolyne opened the second box and took out what little clothing she brought with her to put in drawers and went to but the box away where Egon had said she could store it. What she didn’t expect was for a half taped shut shoe box to fall forward as she pushed her boxes in.
“Damn it,” she quietly swore, sitting the box right side up and picking up the polaroids.
Upon closer inspection, Carolyne recognized some areas in the pictures as some form of college campus. She recognized Peter and Ray in some, and saw them standing with a curly haired individual. Looking through the pictures, she realized it was Egon! Hair longer than he wore it now and not styled by any span of the imagination.
'Such glorious curls,’ she thought wistfully, clearly regretting having not been there for their heyday, ‘To have run my fingers through those curls.’
So engrossed was she in her inspection of the polaroids that she did not hear him call her or approach when she failed to answer.
“Lynn?” Egon called, walking into the room.
“Why?” She asked looking at him face distorted in stunned surprise.
Egon looked at her completely lost as to what she was referring to, “What?”
“Hair...why?” She asked again, pointing from the polaroid to him and back to the polaroid.
“Hair...Oh! It needed some cleaning up,” he clarified, hoping this would ease this new behavior.
“But...” she stood from her sitting position and went to him, “Curls.”
“They were messy and always in the way,” he pointed out, picking the box up from the floor, “Besides, this is a good style don’t you think?”
Carolyne pursed her lips, pondering her response. Shaking her head, she took a look at him before raising her hands to his head and shoving her fingers into his hair.
She felt the crunch of the hair gel as she forced his natural curls to come out.
Egon to his benefit stood still as she assaulted his head, if only for her to see his curls in all their glory.
“Now I think they look good,” she said, proud grin on her face.
Egon breathed out an agonized sigh and went to inspect the damage. And true what his Lynn intended, there they were. His curls in all their glory and Lynn standing behind him a proud smirk on her beautiful face.
“You are handsome no matter how you look,” she stated honestly, eradicating any self-deprecating thoughts on his end about his physical appearance.
He blushed at her compliment and hummed as she ran her hands up his chest.
“Besides,” she said, voice low and tantalizing, “This might get you your birthday present before dinner.”
“I like the sound of that,” he said, a now predatory grin on his face as he leaned forward to capture her lips with his.
Separating from their heated kiss, Egon held her close his nose to her neck as his long arms wrapped around her tightly. Lunch forgotten, the pair stayed basking in their embrace.
“Happy birthday Egon, I love you,” Carolynn breathed lovingly into his ear.
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Winston’s First Day! Continuing this fanfic…
Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bixiebeet/717969242153271296/writing-has-taken-longer-than-expected-per-usual
Chapter 2: A Million Questions
Ray took the boxes. “Ghost traps,” he said, as if this was standard issue equipment for any job. “We gotta clear these out before bringing in the rest of our gear. You *do not* want to know what Tobin’s Spirit Guide says about these Class 4 spirits mingling freely for too long. Can’t risk them getting loose. It’d be a huge psychokinetic mess.” Ray clinked the ghost traps together and smiled.
Tobin’s what? Class 4s? Winston wasn’t sure if Ray was speaking English. “Uh, I probably should learn what Tobin’s says,” Winston replied hesitantly. “In my Army days, I always read the manuals before using any new equipment.”
Ray’s face lit up. He didn’t know much–well, anything–about the newest Ghostbuster. But wanting to learn from Tobin’s was a good sign. Ray was giddy to teach Winston more. He quickly cleared the traps and practically ran upstairs, off to find his well-worn copy of the book.
“Ray can give you a tour of the place when he gets back. I have to leave for a *very* important client meeting,” Peter said, combing his hair with his fingers. “We’ll sign the paperwork in my office later. You know that there’s a blood oath, right?”
“Excuse me, a blood oath?” Winston gulped. He knew this was all too good to be true. Here’s where the scam was finally revealed.
Peter’s face cracked as he burst out laughing. He slapped Winston on the shoulder. “Nah, I’m just messing with you. Wanted to make sure that you’re paying attention. But there are some real strange things in this line of work. And strange people.”
At that moment, both men looked over as another Ghostbuster came down the stairs. Winston recognized him from the commercials–bespectacled, dark hair, and a serious look on his face. He grabbed a notebook off the basement desk and nodded to acknowledge Peter and Winston. Then he silently returned upstairs.
“What was I saying? Yeah, the strangest people at this job,” Peter laughed. “Anyway, I gotta meet my date–er, I mean, our client. I can’t help it that women find me irresistible.”
Winston awkwardly smiled. It wasn’t his style to mix business and pleasure. But he could see that Peter had a roguish charm about him, plus lots of confidence.
They returned to the lobby and stepped into Peter’s office, where there was a disorganized stack of papers intended to be a contract. Peter threw on his red coat and left. Winston grabbed a chair. He figured that he’d read the documents for the rest of the afternoon until someone told him otherwise. However, it was hard to focus on reading when he had a million questions on his mind. Where did spirits come from? Did all ghosts used to be living people? Was this a worldwide phenomenon, and was New York the epicenter?
Winston leaned back, lost in thought. He’d harbored a secret interest in the paranormal since childhood. By middle school, he’d read every book in the library about haunted places and ghost encounters. He learned about rituals to honor spirits from a distant cousin who practiced Santeria. Winston even considered using his GI Bill benefits to pursue a degree in parapsychology. But his parents disapproved of anything related to the supernatural. They never missed a Sunday at church, and they preferred that their oldest son fill his head with Bible verses rather than occult nonsense.
“Do you need help?” Janine said.
Winston looked up. From around a bookshelf, he could see her seated at her desk in the front of the lobby. She was talking to the bespectacled Ghostbuster…except his spectacles were currently missing.
“Egon Spengler,” Winston said silently. He finally remembered seeing this man’s name on the cover of some magazine.
“I misplaced my glasses,” Egon told Janine.
“I think I know where they are.” Janine stood up and motioned for him to lean down. She pulled the glasses off the top of his head, carefully freeing them from a pile of dark curls.
Egon and Janine lingered close together for a moment, their faces only inches apart. Then he plucked the glasses from her hand. “It was a long night,” he said with slight embarrassment.
“You fell asleep at your microscope again. You poor thing, working so hard. I made fresh coffee if you want some,” Janine said sweetly, putting her hand on his forearm.
Winston resumed reading as two sets of footsteps trailed off. Then suddenly, he heard Janine’s heels clacking back toward him. “Hey Winston! Do you need coffee? And have you guys met?” Janine was now standing in the doorway of Peter’s office.
#ghostbusters#ghostbusters 1984#egon spengler#janine melnitz#janegon#egon x janine#winston zeddemore#ernie hudson
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Chapter 9
a short while later, they were all let out of the institution.
while, getting their flights suit on louis told them about how oscar was taken away.
"what did dana do? where did she go?" asked peter.
"she said she was going to the museum to get the baby back." louis replied. he then continued to ramble on.
tara was off in the back, feeling bad for how she treated the boys earlier.
when they went through another door. tara felt it was right to apologize.
"uh, guys?"
they all turned to her.
"i'm sorry."
"oh, hunny don't be. we were under a lot of pressure when in there." ray forgave her.
"yeah. there's no need to be sorry." peter agreed.
she looked over to egon. "i'm sorry for pushing you away, egon."
"it's okay." he ruffled her hair.
"okay, we good?" winston made sure.
she smiled. "yeah."
"well, what are we waiting for? let's go!"
*
pink slimed covered the entirety of the museum. there was an entire crowd surrounding it, voicing their confusion on the slime covered building.
people got out of the way as soon as they saw the ecto 1A drive through.
everyone began to cheer.
they pulled up in front of the museum. they got out ready to face the slimified monstrosity.
"it's so ugly." tara cringed.
"it looks like a giant jell-o mold." ray commented.
"i hate jell-o." winston said.
"i do too." tara said.
"oh, come on, there's always room for jell-o." peter defended the strange food.
egon stared at the slime, he narrowed his eyes at it. he saw it pulsate and gurgle.
they stepped forward towards the slime.
"this better be an easy one." she hoped.
"pull 'em." ray said as he got out his netruona wand.
more cheers sounded from the crowd.
"full netruons."
they each turned them on.
the devices hummed as it loaded up with energy.
"let's cook!" ray declared.
they aimed their wands at the building and started to fire.
alas no luck, not even a single proton stream put a dent in the pink mood slime.
"what's the deal?" tara questioned, when putting a stop to her proton stream.
"save 'em." ray said.
the crowd booed.
steam came off from the slime.
"that slime wall is pulsating with evil." said egon. "it would take a tremendous amount of positive energy to crack that shell and i seriously doubt that there's enough good will left in this town to do it."
"what do you want us to do then? sing?" tara sarcastically suggested.
ray leaned on the front of the car, trying to think of a plan.
"you know, i just can't believe things have gotten so bad in the city that there's no way back!" he vented.
tara nodded. "yeah. i don't remember the last time i saw someone being nice to another person."
"i mean, sure it's dirty, it's crowded, it's polluted, it's noisy, and there's people all around who'd just as soon step on your face as look at you." ray listed off. "but, come on, there've gotta be a few sparks of sweet humanity left in this burned-out burg! we've just gotta figure out a way to mobilize it."
"he's right." egon agreed. "we need something that everyone in this town can get behind, we need..."
he glanced down at the license plate. on it was the statue of liberty.
the one that held new york together. the one that made new york, new york.
they all followed his gaze.
"a symbol." he started.
ray got it.
"something that appeals to the best in each and every one of us."
egon kneeled down, staring at the license plate.
"something good." he claimed.
"something decent." winston chimed in.
"something pure." peter added.
tara closed her eyes, with a smile. "food." she hummed.
"no." all four of the boys said in unison.
*
"she's big." tara commented when they were standing before the statue of liberty.
"kind of makes you wonder doesn't it?" peter inquired.
tara turned to him.
"wonder what?" winston questioned.
"wonder if she's naked under that toga." peter clarified.
tara scoffed. "you perv!" she smacked him.
"she's french, you know that." he added on.
"and you're a pervert." she stated.
he smirked.
they soon started prepping to bring the statue to life with the mood slime.
one small thing could make this go wrong, so they had to make sure they got every little thing in order.
"got it!" egon said, grabbing the rope. "ready with the speakers, ray. slime blowers ready?" he asked as he fixed one of the speakers.
"okay! audio's set, electric's set." ray got back to him.
"slimed blower, primed and set." winston said, having it on.
"oh god, this is heavier than the proton pack." tara complained.
"you better not be complaining into 1990." peter advised her.
"i'll try not to." she cracked a smile.
"winston, is our slime in a good mood tonight?" he asked, stroking the slime blower.
"i hope so. she's a lot bigger than a toaster." he expressed.
"all yours, venkman. let's go." egon said, handing him the microphone.
peter started testing it out, by saying a bunch of random shit into it.
tara couldn't help but laugh at her father.
"here with me tonight, is my beautiful daughter. want to give the audience a "hello"?" peter said pulling her over to him.
tara grabbed the mic.
"yeah. i'll say more than a hello." she told him. "mental institutions? overrated. get them out of here. we don't want them in the year 1990."
she handed the microphone back to peter.
"okay." he chuckled. "weird but interesting."
"it's slime time." ray declared. "here, tara. help us will ya?" he requested.
"yeah, i guess i'll help." she shrugged.
winston and ray clanked their slime blowers together before going off to the side to go and slime the shit out of the statue of liberty.
they turned on their slime blowers and started coating the statue with the pastel pink slime.
"beautiful!" ray expressed.
"very." tara nodded.
after they were finished, they went up to the inside of the statue.
egon took a controller which looked a lot like a game boy controller out.
"pilots controls are ready."
"all right. it's getting late, it's almost midnight. let's go, venkman." he said.
peter brought the microphone back up to his mouth. "here's something off the request line from liberty island!" he announced. "we gotta squeeze some new year's juice from you, big apple!"
tara switched on the walkman. higher and higher started to play.
the mood slime's favorite song.
they waited with bated breath for the statue to start moving.
tara held egon's hand, a little bit nervous about being so high up in the air.
egon gave her hand a small squeeze.
the slime pulsated with bright pink electricity as it brought the iconic statue to life.
electricity crackled as the slime pulsated.
the torch exploded into flames, the group looked over seeing the flames coming from the now lit torch.
metal squeaked as the statue of liberty got off from her stand. she stepped into the water, heading for the city.
"man, i can't wait to see people's faces when we come onshore!" ray gushed. "this should really get the city's positive energy flowing, huh venky?"
"keep kickin' libby!" peter told the statue.
"this is a story to tell the grandchildren someday." tara said to herself.
"what a story this would be." ray agreed.
"you make this work, we'll pop for a weekend in vegas with the jolly green giant." venkman said.
*
the statue made its way through the city, with people all over cheering.
"it's a love fest, new york!" peter exclaimed.
"sing it out!" ray cried.
the boys all shouted.
tara was silent. she was trying hard not to look down.
god, why did she want to look down?
'your love keeps lifting me, lifting me higher!' peter sang off key.
"oh god, ew." she cringed.
"come on, you sing!" winston encouraged the crowd.
"we're running out of time, ray." egon said to him.
"can't she go any faster?" asked peter.
"i'm afraid the vibrations will shake her to pieces!" claimed ray.
"yeah and we'll get mighty sued for that." tara chimed in.
"we should have padded her feet." stantz stated.
"i don't think they make nikes in her size, ray." egon sassed him.
"oh, don't worry. she's tough, she's a harbor chick!" peter assured them.
accidentally, the statue of liberty stepped on a police car.
tara opened her eyes right as it happened. she furrowed her brows.
"yikes." was all she could say to that.
"oh sorry, my fault!" ray quickly apologized.
"are we going to get sued for that?" she questioned.
"oh, god i hope not." winston prayed.
*
when they got to the museum..
"come on, baby, i love you when you roughhouse." peter encouraged it.
"hit it, mama!" egon yelled.
"drop the hammer on her!" ray cried out.
"don't be scared to break some glass, okay?" tara called out.
with a swift move of her torch, the glass roof shattered to pieces. the ropes fell down and in came the ghostbusters to save the day.
"happy new year!" peter cried.
"he's vigo! you are like the buzzing of flies to him." mocked janosz.
he looked over to the painting, his smile disappearing when noticing that vigo was no longer there.
"oh, johnny, did you back the wrong house." peter chuckled. "will you hose him, please?"
doing as they were told. they hosed him down.
"one down."
"on the ground." they said once he was unconscious.
dana smiled, coming over to them.
"boy, am i glad to see you!" dana expressed, before planting a kiss on venkman's lips.
tara smiled. she was happy to see them back together again.
"oh, oscar, oscar." peter said.
dana handed oscar over to him.
she looked over to janosz and asked "is he dead?"
ray shook his head. "this slime is positively charged." he confirmed. "he'll wake up feeling like a million bucks."
"whoa, this little gentleman is a little bit ripe." peter commented. "that's all right, my friend. i think i had a little accident too."
"TMI dad." tara laughed.
egon's PKE meter started to buzz.
tara looked over to him, a frown now on her face.
"that doesn't sound good." she shook her head.
peter stepped forward, holding oscar closer to him.
from behind dana, a black piece of metal of some sort slowly reached out towards her.
metal from behind egon crashed, causing him and winston to jump.
then, the black metal tied dana up. preventing her from moving.
she let out a surprised yell.
the boys and tara ran over to her, trying to free her. but it was no use. nothing could free her from her restraints.
"get him away!" dana pleaded, obviously referring to oscar.
peter went off to the side, looking for somewhere safe to put him.
"get a knife or something, we've gotta cut her out of this!" ray yelled.
peter grabbed a spare blanket from off of the table. he kneeled down, resting the blanket on the floor.
"all right, now listen. you've gotta stay right here, don't move!" peter instructed the infant. "uncle pete's gotta go help your mom for a second. you stay right here and don't say anything, okay?"
peter sighed.
they were still trying to free dana from her restraints.
"god, nothing's working!" tara huffed.
they then looked up just as a figure appeared.
it was vigo.
"uh-oh."
uh-oh was right.
"he's uglier in person." tara looked him up and down.
as he walked, he looked translucent. like he wasn't entirely there.
"hold it right there, deadhead!" ray stopped him. "you want a baby? go ahead and knock up some willing hellhound!" he threatened. "otherwise, i'm giving you three to get back in that painting where you belong!"
they aimed their wands, ready to fire.
"one." he counted.
"two!" peter jumped up.
vigo grinned.
"three!" they all yelled, firing at him.
vigo screamed in pain, as his body was being thrown towards the empty canvas.
"you've got him, you've got him!" stantz declared.
vigo let out a roar, pink electricity hit the group making them drop to the floor.
they all groaned in pain.
"that was really stupid." winston stated.
vigo growled as he made his way to the baby.
"ray, can you move?" he asked him.
"no." ray replied. "no. are you okay?"
"no. venkmans, how are you?" egon then asked.
"not any better." tara groaned.
"i'm fine." peter lied.
vigo was just mere feet away from oscar. the only thing separating them was the pieces of furniture that were in the way.
he held his hands out, having the pieces of furniture telekinetically pushed out of the way revealing the baby hiding behind it.
vigo made his way towards the baby with a sickening grin plastered on his face.
oscar looked scared.
"no!" dana cried, trying to free herself from her restraints. "no! oscar!"
vigo picked up oscar.
"please, do something!" she turned to the group.
"uh, we would if we could move!" tara said in a "duh" like tone.
vigo started to take the baby over to the painting.
"not so fast, vigo!" peter spoke up. "hey, vigo! yeah, you! the bimbo with the baby."
vigo snarled.
"didn't anybody tell you the big shoulder look is out?" he asked. "you know, i have met some dumb blondes in my life and before you ask, tara i do not mean you."
tara sighed of relief. she really thought she had to go and throw hands. well, if she wasn't paralyzed from the waist down she would.
"but you take the taco, pal."
vigo growled making the baby whimper.
"only a carpathian would come back to life now and choose new york." peter criticized. "tasty pick, bonehead. if you had a brain in that huge melon on top of your neck, you would be livin' the sweet life out in southern california's beautiful san fernando valley."
and guess what that got them?
being electrocuted by pink streams.
thanks a lot, peter!
tara screamed.
blood dripped down her nose.
"oh, darn. darn it." was all peter could say.
it was like he didn't feel anything at all.
vigo lifted up the baby. "now, we become one!" he declared.
the baby screamed and cried, thrashing about.
just as vigo was about to take his soul, the sound of singing coming from outside interrupted him. which caused him to keel over in pain.
"where's that singing coming from?" ray wondered.
"people outside." winston answered.
the singing was vigo's weakness.
"he's weakening." spengler pointed out. "the singing is neutralizing the slime!"
vigo thrashed in pain.
the pink hue disappeared from around the group. they could finally move.
"i can move!" ray cried.
"oscar!" dana yelled.
finally, being free from her restraints.
vigo dropped the baby, to which peter quickly caught him in time.
dana grabbed oscar from peter.
"oh, sweetie." she cooed to the baby.
ray got up. as well as the others.
vigo was back in the painting.
"he's back in the painting!"
vigo roared. his face turned distorted.
it was kind of funny.
"all right, go find a shady spot." peter told dana.
dana quickly ran off to go hide with oscar.
ray turned back over to the painting, he saw the red eyes.
those red eyes that put him in a trance before.
"viggy, viggy, viggy." peter played with him. "you have been a bad monkey!"
ray stepped towards the painting, fully entranced with it.
"ray, we'd like to shoot the monster now." tara said to him.
she tried getting his attention.
"uh, guys, ray is in a trance of some sort."
"ray!"
"ray!"
"no, i, ray, am vigo shall rule the earth!" demonic vigo declared.
"no, the fuck you not." she objected.
"now!" peter nodded.
they all shot at vigo with their proton streams.
winston and egon slimed the crap out of ray.
while, outside louis tully shot at the building with his proton blast.
vigo was nothing but a head now.
he screamed as the streams attacked him.
little by little, vigo's head shrunk turning into nothingness.
the painting exploded.
everyone shielded themselves from the said explosion.
the slime from the building disappeared along with the vigo painting.
everyone outside cheered.
"i did it! i did it!" louis cheered. "i'm a ghostbuster!"
inside.
"you alright?" winston asked ray as him and egon helped him up. "let's get this off you, there here we go." they wiped a good chunk of the slime off.
"how do you feel?" winston then asked him.
"groovy." ray said back to him.
"you alright?" peter asked dana.
tara stood off to the side watching them.
peter turned to her.
"come here!" he motioned.
she went over. peter wrapped his arm around her.
"you did great." he praised her.
"thank you." she smiled.
"yes, thank you peter." dana told him.
"spread out, shorty." peter handed oscar over to tara and pushed them out of the way.
peter and dana leaned in close, kissing on the lips.
tara covered oscar's eyes. "don't watch. too young." she said to him.
"i love you guys." ray said to egon and winston.
he looked over to tara.
"i love you tara, so much." he gushed.
"i-i love you too. just don't come over here, please." she requested.
"i love all you guys." he expressed.
"that's great, ray." egon nodded.
"and i love venkman." he listed off.
"we gotta live with this?" winston asked egon.
"real friendship."
janosz was still on the floor, but now he was singing.
"hey." winston nudged him.
"sir, are you alright?" egon asked, helping him up.
janosz groaned. "why am i drippings with goo?" (my favorite line out of the whole movie.)
"you had a violent, prolonged transformative psychic episode." spengler explained.
"huh?"
"sorry, we had to hose you there, but you were kind of out of control." ray apologized. "hey, man, let me tell you somethin'. i love you."
he barely even knew him. what?
tara stepped over to egon.
"how long is this going to last?" tara asked him.
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OC Pride Challenge: Day 13
You can find the challenge here
We're currently in LGBTQIA+ Tropes week and for today's prompt I decided to use...
Otherworldly and Sexually Ambiguous for Chandrah aka Charlie Drake
When Gozer is the example used on the website for this trope, you'd better believe that I'll use its minion Chandrah as my example for this. Have some post-adventure stuff.
“Do you really think I should tell her?” Charlie asked, his hands deep in the pockets of his coat. “I mean, it’s Janine.”
“Exactly, it’s Janine,” Egon said. “She knows more about ghosts than your average New York citizen.”
They were on their way to the firehouse. After that explosion, they’d have to clean it up and assess the damage. There were still ghosts running wild in the city, so they would have to get back to work as quickly as possible.
“Yeah, she knows about ghosts, but has she ever seen a ghost? No.”
“She’s seen the Keymaster,” Egon reminded him.
“A human possessed by the Keymaster.”
“Still, I’d say your demon form is a lot easier on the eyes than those terror dogs.”
“Thank you, thank you, I try real hard.”
Smiles on their faces, they turned the corner to see Winston, Ray and Janine already there. Just a few seconds later, a car stopped at the other side of the road and Peter got out, chewing on a croissant.
“Aw, c’mon, Peter, you could’ve brought me something, too,” Ray complained.
“You could’ve brought everyone something,” Janine corrected, “that would’ve been a gentleman.”
“And since when am I a gentleman?” Peter asked, taking another bite.
“Right, I forgot, you’re only a gentleman to Dana,” Charlie chuckled.
“So, are we gonna get started or what?” Winston asked.
“After you,” Egon said, motioning at the entrance.
So, they all walked into the firehouse. Immediately, they were greeted by a gaping hole in the floor that went through to the second floor and the roof. The fire pole had been swallowed by the explosion, as had Janine’s desk and equipment. Everything around the hole had been hurled around, was partially or fully burned, covered in ectoplasm or in another way ruined. For a while, nobody said anything. Everyone just looked around with various sighs or groans.
“Could be worse,” Ray finally said. “I think Charlie did a good job containing it.”
“Yeah, at least we still have a firehouse,” Peter remarked sarcastically.
“I tried my best, okay?” Charlie murmured.
“Speaking of the explosion,” Janine cut in, “Charlie, I have some questions.”
“Right, I’m sure you do.”
“First of all, how did you even survive? I mean, I’m glad you did, but I don’t understand how.”
“Well, uh…”
“Tell her, Charlie,” Winston encouraged him. “It’s fine.”
“Okay, uh, well…” Charlie stammered. “Let’s sit down somewhere, alright?”
He looked around frantically, only to find nothing to sit on.
“Don’t worry, I got her,” Peter said, taking Janine by the shoulders.
Janine, however, shrugged his hands off.
“Alright,” Charlie sighed. “Janine… I’m a demigod.”
To this, Janine asked. “Charlie, you were always a jester. Now, what really happened? Did a ghost save ya?”
“Yes, well, no- Janine, I am the ghost,” Charlie insisted. “Look. If I show you, you’ll have to believe me, right? Just watch.”
So, Charlie took a step back. The other Ghostbusters gathered around him in a circle.
At once, Charlie’s body started glowing, turning into light. It changed its shape, before becoming partially shrouded in darkness and finally manifesting itself again. Before Janine and the Ghostbusters stood Chandrah the Vanguard, a tall and slender creature with turquoise alabaster skin, a defined waist and a flat chest, shrouded in a cloak that looked like it was made of the night sky. Its pearl-white hair seemed to constantly be moved by a gentle breeze, flowing around long, twisted horns and pointed ears. Its soft, long-fingered hands, ears and horns were covered in silver jewelry and its eyes were black hollows with white irises.
Janine’s mouth gaped open and her eyes were widened like saucers.
“Pretty funky, huh?” Peter said with a smirk. “We got ourselves our own demon!”
“Demigod, Venkman,” Charlie corrected him.
“Gosh, Charlie,” Janine finally got out, “I always thought you were a man!”
“Good,” Charlie grinned. “That’s what I wanted you to believe.”
“And what are you really?”
Charlie wanted to answer but then the words got stuck in his throat. “Gee, I don’t know. I’m a demigod, so… Yeah, that’s just that. I’m only humanoid, not human, so… I’m just that. A demigod.”
“Do I still say ‘he’?”
“Absolutely, yeah. I prefer being ‘Charlie’ anyway, so… absolutely.”
“And are you dangerous?”
“No, not to you, no. But if you ever get in trouble with a creep, you tell me, alright? Then I’m gonna become dangerous.”
“Right now, it’d be better if you became helpful,” Egon suggested. “We need a way of getting down to the basement since the stairs are destroyed.”
“On it, boss,” Charlie said with a grin.
He walked over to the pit and started down into it. The basement was a mess. Bricks everywhere, parts of the old containment system scattered around, charred and deformed… With a snap of his fingers, a spiral staircase made of a silvery, crystalline substance appeared, curling down to the basement.
“After you, Dr. Spengler.”
Before walking down the staircase, Egon kneeled down next to it, examining it closely.
“What is this?” Janine asked, running her fingers along the handrail. “It’s cold.”
“It’s magic,” Charlie said.
“I’d like to look at a piece of this under the microscope,” Egon said.
“Sure, I’ll make you a piece small enough once we get around to it.”
“Oh, and those black tentacle thingies you can create,” Ray shouted, from the staircase leading upstairs, “I wanna take a look at those, too!”
“Will do!”
“Someone’s into tentacles, huh?” Peter remarked.
“You gonna run some tests on Charlie himself, too?” Winston asked.
“Definitely,” Egon said.
“If he consents to it, of course,” Ray added.
“Sure, I consent,” Charlie chuckled. “It’s not like you can kill me anyway. - Hey, Egon, what do you say we strengthen the new containment system with some of this, huh?” he asked, slapping the staircase. “It held up against Gozer’s lightning of doom, should probably do wonders against some regular old spooksters.”
“If you think we can actually build something out of it, that sounds like a radical idea,” Egon mumbled. “It seems pretty unlikely that we can use any materials from the old unit anyways.”
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