Things Can Only Get Better

Summary: Meet-cute with Ray, thanks to a cat

Word Count: 890 // Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Warnings: None, unless Ray being baby counts (but it doesn’t)

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for as long as I can remember and as I work through my requests in the next two weeks, I thought this would be nice to finally publish :)

There was something about Ray’s Occult.

The store always managed to attract good things for the former Ghostbuster. Most of the time, those good things were kind customers and good weather. As of recently, that good thing happened to be one of the cutest black cats he’d ever seen.

The day began as any other would; Ray opened the store for business at nine in the morning and sat down by the register to have a bagel and go over the inventory while a nice easy listening track played on the radio. When he heard the incessant mewing and pawing at the glass front door an hour later, he knew exactly who it was; it was like clockwork.

“Hey, little buddy,” Ray greeted, more than pleased to see his feline friend and let the creature in. The cat coiled about his ankles briefly and silently before trotting into the comforts of the old book-scented shop. Ray returned to his place by the register, thumbing through a few papers. He preferred to allow the cat to roam around the place at its leisure, simply enjoying the quiet company.

Ray was re-organizing a few books he had up for sale when the bell above the front door sounded someone’s arrival. “Welcome to Ray’s Occult and Books, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help!” There was no initial response as there usually was. Instead, the cat began purring; Ray hadn’t heard it do that before.

“Bedwyr! So, this is where you’ve been running off to!” The voice was distinctly feminine, and quite lovely. Another loud purr followed.

Peeking his head around the corner of the bookshelf, Ray saw a woman not much younger than him dressed in a simple white blouse and pink skirt. Her hair flowed in waves across her shoulders, frizzy from the humidity outside.She knelt on the floor as the black cat rolled onto his back and meowed contentedly.

“My friend, you must tell me where you’re headed before you go,” she scolded, although there was plenty of love in her voice, “A whole week of you going in and out of the apartment had me worried.” Bedwyr chirped in response.

The woman looked up at Ray from across the room with eyes that smiled and glittered. “I suppose I should thank you,” she said, “For finding this old loon of a familiar of mine and taking good care of him.” “F-familiar?” 

The woman scooped Bedwyr into her arms, her brow quirking with something playful in her eyes, “You sound a little shocked for a man who owns an occult store. Never met a witch before?” Ray shook his head, finally moving to cross the room to greet her properly. “No! I just mean-,” he pauses, “I just-, I didn’t know he had an owner.”

He extends a hand to the witch before him, smiling warmly, “I’m Ray.” She slips a hand into his, and he notices the softness of her skin against his. “Y/N,” she replies, a grin of her own on her lips. “Now that I know where he’s been going, I feel a little better letting him out,” Y/N states, placing the cat down to roam about as he’d been before.

“Well, thanks for letting him stick around. I like the company.” Ray takes a seat back by the register, allowing Y/N to take in the store at her pace. There’s a bit of a lull in the conversation; she’s looking at the wide selection of books available when she speaks again.

Y/N seemed curious, genuinely so, “So, do you not get many people in?” If she were honest, it made her a bit sad that Ray might not get to talking much. He had such a wide variety of items to look at. It made her wonder how people weren’t in here asking about things day-in and day-out. She drew her fingers over the spine of a book, before throwing a glance over her shoulder.

Ray simply shrugged. “My best friends are in here pretty often. But, most of the time, people like to pay for their things and go home.”

She watched as her cat leaped onto the counter to sit by Ray, quiet yet affectionate. It was in that very moment she decided she wanted to get to know him more. Bedwyr usually didn’t take kind to strangers, and she wanted to know what made this man so special. She walked to the register to scratch her cat’s head.

Y/N would be a terrible liar if she said he wasn’t attractive.

“Well,” she began, drawing the word out a little, “ You do have a new witch in the neighborhood who’ll be needing supplies.” Ray looks up at her from the shipment files he was reading, catching onto the insinuation.

“Her familiar obviously likes being around you, and I’m sure she’s interesting in getting to know you,” she continued, a rosy flush lazing across her features. Ray felt his heart beat just a smidge harder, “Well, she’s very welcome any time she wants to come in.”

Y/N felt a little silly developing a crush on a man she just met, simply because her cat liked him. But she also knew, deep down, there was something else about him that attracted her. Something somewhat mystical that was yet to be unearthed.

Baby Fever

Summary: Ray and his s/o deciding to start a family!

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Warnings: None, probably

A/N: I absolutely missed writing with all my heart, so I hope you enjoy my brief return! Extra notes at the bottom!

The Stantz’s had been married for three years before the topic of children came up.

They were married in 1985, having had an intimate wedding consisting of the entire Ghostbusters team (including Dana, Janine, and Louis) and their families.

The first mention of kids was on their second marriage anniversary. They were out for ice cream after a cozy dinner at home when they saw a couple and their two kids laughing over the baby getting ice cream all over their face.

“Babies are so cute, I love them,” you’d say absentmindedly. 

You don’t mean a lot by it, but it gets Ray thinking about how much he’d love to have a kid himself.

It’s almost like, after that one time, you started noticing kids everywhere.

Your ovaries were practically aching.

And at some point, you just feel like it's getting a little too much to keep to yourself. So you bring it up during dinner.

"Ray, I’ve been having really bad baby fever lately, and I want us to start a family."

And the poor guy nearly passes out from sheer joy.

You wrap up dinner, but you leave the dishes for later.

You got a little... distracted.

You're distracted a lot the two following weeks.

But it all seems to have payed off, because you miss your period the next month, and you've started getting sick in the mornings.

Sure enough you're pregnant!

A couple months pass, and you take Janine to your gender reveal at the doctor.

Because Ray and Y/N Stantz are about to practically invent gender reveal parties.

And it’s gonna be a surprise for everyone but your best friend!

The day comes and the party is so fun, but you’re so ready to find out what your baby is gonna be!

The reveal is set up with a giant, ghost-shaped balloon, which you pop using your husbands proton pack.

It took a second for you to stop wiggling enough to get a solid stream on it.

And then... POP!

Blue confetti rains down on your guests and you hop around as best you can while being four months pregnant and carrying that pack.

You’re crying, Ray’s crying, everyone’s crying.

Egon Spengler himself sheds a few.

You would’ve thought that’d be the highlight of the night, but the best part was actually after the party ended.

You were laying on your back, reading, when Ray just starts talking to your baby bump.

“Hey there, buddy. It’s gonna be really cool meeting you in a couple months.”

As soon as he says that, you feel a kick that makes you yelp in both shock and excitement.

“Oh my gosh, the baby kicked! Keep talking!”

You spent an hour listening to your husband talk to your little boy before you fell asleep.

Five more months later, Nathaniel Stantz is born.

Lying in the hospital bed, kinda sweaty and in a little pain, you watch Ray holding your baby for the first time.

Extra A/Ns: It’s me, I’m the one with baby fever. I know I’ve been gone for forever, but I needed to do something that made me happy besides classwork and I’m so calm now :) Obviously my comeback HAD to be Ray work. It is Halloween after all!

Twitterpated

Summary: The reader, the Ghostbusters’ newest helping hand, meets Ray and develops a crush instantly.

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Warnings: None!

A/N: These are LONG. Am I sorry? NO! I took this prompt and ran with it, it was so good. Thank you so much for the inspiration, Anon!!

When you walk in the Ghostbusters building asking about their ‘help wanted’ sign out front, you’re hired instantly.

You were there for maybe two hours before one of the team members walks by and one look has you absolutely taken with him.

This guy’s got his jumpsuit unzipped down to his waist and the black undershirt he was wearing showed off strong arms.

You’re aware of the fact that you’re staring as he walks across the room, but you can’t stop yourself.

He’s literally the prettiest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

And once he notices you, he just turns and smiles.

You feel your legs tremble a little, and your eyes fly down to the report you were stapling as a wild pink fans across your cheeks.

The next few months are spent pining over him.

You and Janine spend your lunch breaks venting to each other.

“I just don’t know how to make a move, Jan!” “Maybe try not being a scaredy cat?”

When Louis joins the team and starts officially dating Janine, you’re still frustratingly single.

Janine will tell you sympathetically how she’ll never stop keeping her ears open for you.

The day you finally get some sort of reaction is on what would probably have been the worst day of your life.

The entire station was out sick except you, Ray, and Egon.

You had to walk a couple blocks from the subway station to the firehouse in the rain because you lost your umbrella.

When you get to the firehouse you’re tired, cold, and dripping wet.

Ray is working on Ecto-1 when you walk into the garage and the minute he sees you walk by, he’s concerned.

He had always really liked you, from the moment he saw you flush that adorable shade of rose.

He drops everything and asks if you’re ok. When he notices your teeth chattering, he asks if you might want to borrow a pair of sweats and a shirt.

The invitation of warm clothes is so inviting, you can’t say no.

Also, they smell like his cologne, which is a perk.

The whole day is spent walking between the lab and your desk looking like you just rolled out of bed.

You noticed the way he would get a little wide eyed every time you came in, which was a boost of confidence.

It seemed that all it took to get things rolling was you wearing his stuff.

From then on, you guys get comfortable and (dare you say) cozy with one another.

You stop being a “scaredy cat” and finally ask him out to coffee.

Three years of bliss later, you still get chills when he smiles at you.

“You should be kissed...”

Summary: Ray Stantz with a librarian s/o!

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Warnings: None!

A/N: I wanted to find a way to work in some literary irony in this one given the reader is supposed to be a librarian! I hope my use of that Gone With the Wind quote comes across the right way!

“Why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?”

These are the first words Ray hears from your lips. Spoken so beautifully he cannot help but be ripped from his book on spiritual possession.

It was almost as though you were speaking about him.

Condemning a man you had yet to meet to tumbling into love.

In your hands was a copy of Leroux’s “Phantom of the Opera”.

It looked like you were reading it to a high-school senior English class.

He recognized you as the librarian the team saw frequently while researching here.

You were nearly always busy re-shelving books, so you could never offer them more than a soft smile and a wave.

Egon was the first to comment that Ray was totally zoning out with this dreamy look on his face.

Peter makes a couple jokes, and Ray can feel the tips of his cheekbones burning.

After this, he makes a conceded effort to talk to you, and he’s actually really successful.

Months pass where you see each other often, both in and out of the library, and you get extremely close.

Your friendship has remained platonic, despite the constant tension that’s formed.

That tension comes to a crescendo when he comes to your weekly literary acting workshop at 7.

You go over the importance of literature and it’s translation into script writing.

It involves a little bit of everything: acting, reading, comprehension, and it’s loads of fun!

You’re explaining how you’d take a paragraph and translate it to script to be acted.

And you ask a volunteer to pick a paragraph for you to act with another volunteer.

Ray volunteers to partner up with you, and another person suggests a kiss scene.

You could say no, but if there’s no objection from either party and this tension is thick, well...

Acting the scene out is awkward at first, but when you actually get to kissing him, it eases your mind and calms your nerves.

You pull away, breathless and grinning, and the class is like, “Wow, such passion! Y/N and Ray are amazing at acting!”

Afterwards, once the class is over, he comes up to you with a smile on his face.

“You know, I usually take a girl out on a proper date before I try and kiss her.” “Is that so?”

You walk out of the library, locking it up, and start walking to the street to hail a cab out somewhere for this proper date.

“Any place in mind?”

You can only giggle out an ironic, “My dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Daddy’s Little Ghoul

Summary: Ray takes your daughter to the station for take your child to work day!

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Word Count: 1.7k // Warnings: None!

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get out! Should be getting back to work on some of my other requests soon :)

"Daddy, daddy, wake up! Wake up!"

Note to Y/N Stantz from Y/N Stantz, just get rid of your alarm clock. Your daughter has got this handled.

A sleepy groan hums in the back of your husband’s throat as he stirs. Your little girl was apparently loud enough to register with him, but not loud enough to actually get him up. "Elodie, honey,” you murmur, fully awakened by your child’s excited tone, "It’s before seven, you should still be in bed." Your five-year-old bounces over to your side of the bed and throws herself into your lap, knocking a bit of the wind out of you. She looks up at you with smiling eyes like those of the man you love. Her hair was frizzy from sleep; distinctly inherited from you, you knew the color and texture all too well. "But, mommy, it’s take your child to work day, remember? I’m gonna go with daddy!" The sentence makes you smile as best you can in your sleepy haze. She took after her father in many ways, and had been looking forward to this for days. "Yes, sweetie, I remember. You know I have something special planned for you." Elodie wraps her small arms around you in a tight hug, "I didn’t forget, I promise." You give your daughter a squeeze, and kiss her forehead. "Go ahead and brush your teeth and get dressed, I’ll get your surprise ready." She lets out an excited squeal, then jumps off the bed and runs to her room on the other side of the apartment. A massive, exhausted huff leaves your lips before you collapse back down on your pillow. Ray is still snoring lightly beside you.

God, you wished you could sleep as heavily as him. You prop yourself on an elbow and admire him for just a moment before you have to get him up. He’s a mess. His face is smashed against the pillowcase, and his hair is stuck to his forehead. It’s adorable, and you remind yourself how blessed you are to have him. Ray only wakes up after a full minute of you peppering kisses all over his face, and once he hears you giggle at the way he wriggles his nose sleepily, he knows he can’t waste any more time snoozing. You're greeted by a gentle hand reaching up to smooth out your hair and, before you know it, you're being pulled down for a loving kiss. A small noise of contentment seeps from your being at the feel of your husband. When the need for air rears its head, you pull away and press your forehead against his. "Elodie woke me up this morning," is the first thing you tell him. "Did she?" "She's beyond excited to go to the firehouse with you. Speaking of which, you need to get up, mister." Ray groans, muttering something about how he hasn’t even left bed, but he already misses it. One sleepy stretch later you’re out of bed, brushing your teeth and throwing some curlers in your hair. You go about your morning routine, getting dressed in your usual outfit of jeans, sneakers, and a button-down from your husband’s drawer. The routine continues with you setting out Ray’s uniform, then going to whip up a quick breakfast. You pull off all those morning responsibilities with perfected efficiency, and you’re finally able to unveil the surprise you had planned for your daughter. “Ok, Ellie, you’re gonna have to close your eyes for this one,” Ray explains, knowing full well what you’ve got behind your back. She seems to vibrate from all the excitement she has to contain, covering her eyes with her hands. Once you think the suspense has gotten to her enough, you unfurl the outfit and hold it in front of you. “Alright, sweetie,” you say, “Open!” 

The moment she gets sight of the jumpsuit, just her size, she lets out something like a screech and jumps out of her chair to inspect it. “It’s got your name on it and everything,” you explain, pointing to the new patch you’d been embroidering the past couple days. It looked just like the ones you had made for the original suits. 

It doesn’t take much effort to get the suit on over her leggings, and when she zips it up the middle you marvel at how much she looks like her dad. “I love it, mommy,” she chimes, “Thank you!” The way she hugs you tightly makes all the time you spent working on it so worth it. “You’re so welcome, honey.” You take a second to look at the watch on your wrist and it’s not until then that you realize what the time is. “I gotta head to work,” you gasp, “I’ll be late for opening!” You grab your purse and the keys to the car, which you toss to your husband. “Lunch for you two is in the fridge, don’t forget it before you leave,” you mention, walking up to Ray and readjust his constantly unruly hair. “We won’t,” he assures. With a kiss for him and your daughter, you’re off to manage Ray’s Occult Books, like you do every day. “C’mon, daddy, we gotta go too,” Elodie urges, lightly tugging on her father’s sleeve. Ray grabs the lunch from the fridge, handing his daughter the Slimer lunchbox she insisted on having for school. Truth be told, he was just as excited for take your child to work day as his daughter! He loved the fact she was so interested in the business and, deep down, he hoped Elodie would take it over one day. The drive to the firehouse was as it would be every morning. Except instead of having some typical pop songs fueling the journey, the cabin of Ecto-1 was filled by Elodie and Ray’s singing.

They had brought her favorite cassette along; Ellie’s little voice would take the lead and her dad would fill in what she couldn’t yet remember. Whenever he did those deep, caricature-like voices, she would giggle loudly. They had to be the two happiest people on the streets of Manhattan. Elodie had just finished a rather lovely rendition of the Unbirthday Song when they pulled into the garage of the firehouse. It took some genuine effort to prevent the young Stantz from launching herself from her car booster seat and taking off into Ghostbuster HQ. But Ray was successful in getting her in without her forgetting anything or getting ahead of herself. At least he knew if the guys needed to take the car for a case, none of her important stuff would get left in there. But when she got inside, it was a totally different story. There was nearly no way he’d be able to manage that much enthusiasm. He was borderline overwhelmed by the sheer will and exhilaration of his five-year-old. As soon as the rest of the guys heard Janine’s playful comment of, “I didn’t know there was a new Ghostbuster on the team,” followed by a small laugh, they knew exactly who had just arrived. “Guess who,” Ray said, the biggest smile on his face as he walked into the lab, Elodie right behind him. “In case you couldn’t guess, it’s my dad and me,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Hey, it’s the Stantz clan,” Peter said, dropping the file he was reading onto the lab table with a genuine smile. Egon glances over his shoulder for a moment before returning his attention to the odd contraption that sat like a helmet on Winston, “You brought my niece with you. Rather unusual.” Elodie skipped around the room saying 'hi' to all her ‘unca’s, managing to tell all three of them separately that it was take your child to work day and that she was spending it with her dad. It wasn’t completely atypical for there to be a child in the firehouse, as Peter had Oscar over plenty of times. But Oscar took after his mother who tended to be rather quiet, unlike Elodie who took after both her parents’ extroversion. So, it was always a learning experience for both her and the team when there was a kid around who was actually interested in what they were doing. Ray couldn’t have been prouder of her. He could see throughout the day’s activities that she was having tons of fun, learning a lot, and really putting the smarts he knew she had to work. She would end up having a lot to tell you when she got home. Like, how Winston would explain to her how to clean a trap once a ghost was caught in it. “This is how your dad taught me how to do it. Ok, so, after you’ve caught the ghost-.” “How do you catch the ghost?” How Venkman taught her how to negotiate when working with a customer. “Ok, so if you just caught the ghost in my house and I want to give you four pieces of candy, what would you think?” “Sorry ‘unca Venkman, but I’ll need five pieces of candy, because, uh... ghosts are expensive?” Or how Egon would explain total protonic reversal to her. “So, Elodie, when two or more particle beams meet, what happens?” “All the nearby molecules stop at the same time and blow up real fast!” For a five-year-old, she sure had a good grasp of that. “I’m really glad she came with me today, Y/N,” Ray told you that night. He sat on the island in your kitchen in his old, faded sweatpants. You were prepping Ellie’s lunch for school tomorrow. “She was so... invested in the things she was learning.” “Well,” you look up from the bag of baby carrots you were zipping up, “She’s been interested in it from the day she could walk.” Your husband kicks his feet a little, looking up to the ceiling with a hint of a proud smile on his lips. “She’s a genius, I think.” The refrigerator door creaks as you place the Slimer lunchbox in its usual spot. “I’m talking Spengler-levels of intelligence.” It’s your turn to grin as you turn to Ray and place your hands on the counter, nestling yourself between his knees. “That’s because she’s got one hell of a dad to take after,” you praise. Ray pushes some of the hair from your forehead, pressing a kiss to your warm skin. “She’s got some smarts from her dad maybe, but she’s really brilliant and beautiful like her mother.” You giggle and place your hand on top of his; the whole moment makes you feel cozy. “We made one great kid, didn’t we Stantz?”

 “You know what, Stantz,” he mimics your playful tone, “I think you’re right.”

(Ecto)1+1=3?

Summary: Looks like there's going to be a new edition to the Ghostbusters family!

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Word Count: 1.1k // Warnings: Pregnancy, if you count that

A/N: Guys, hey guys, how do you make a baby ghost laugh?.... You play peek-a-boo!!! But for real, I had so much fun writing this fluffy lil bit for everyones favorite ghost boy. I hope all you Ray girls out there love as much as I do <3

"Well," Egon murmured,"The good news is, you're in peak health."

"But," Y/N trailed, knowing there was a condition. There always was. Nothing was ever simple.

She'd been feeling awful as of late, so she went to the Ghostbusters' resident intellectual to see if there were any tests he could run just to see what was up. The soreness, the nausea, the irritability. There had to be some meaning to all of this. "I'm not quite sure if the rest is bad, exactly." She was getting both nervous and somewhat agitated.

"You're pregnant, Y/N."

Three words. In an instant, her life would never be the same. Instantly, she forgot how to breathe. Emotions flooded her, filling her to the brim. Shock, anxiety, joy. Everything was so much, so fast. Tears pricked her eyes then threatened to fall, though she didn't really know why she was crying.

"What?" "You're nearly three months along, I'm surprised you haven't started showing more physical signs."

Was she ready to be a mom? Was Ray ready to be a dad? Was the team ready for another Ghostbuster baby? When Peter and Dana got married, things became a little complicated when Oscar was involved. Who would take care of him when the team was on call? When Dana had work? Usually it was Y/N and Janine. But now with her own kid on the way, that would make it a lot harder. God, what was she gonna do?

"How are you gonna tell Ray?" There was a question she wasn't ready for.

Spengler sat next to her, and for the first time Y/N saw pure concern on his face. Emotion itself was fairly rare, but the fact that he looked worried actually put her on edge. "I don't know," she answered truthfully," I know he'll be happy, but it's going to make things so hard." She leaned her head on the man's shoulder, sighing. "Do we even have enough money to raise a kid? There's so much to think about. So much to do now."

"Maybe you should tell him sooner, rather than later. He's up in the lab, should be by himself," Egon suggested," It's a pretty good time." The prospect of telling him had her heart racing. She felt her shoulders tense, but even though she was terrified, she knew Egon was right. Waiting to tell your fiance he was going to be a parent would only make it harder to get the words out.

The walk to the lab was the longest of her life. Her legs shook beneath her and she could feel each of her nerves as though they were lit on fire. But eventually she saw the doorway, and then the handle was in her hand. She didn't realize how high her body temperature was until she felt how cold the metal was against her skin. "C'mon," she thought, taking in a deep breath," You need to do this."

She opened the door, and sure enough, there he was bent over a book. Trademark wild hair, a pen tucked behind his ear, and a cigarette between his lips made him look like a mad scientist with down time. He was beautiful, as she knew he would be. When he looked up at her, his eyes were soft and loving. It was endearing, and she almost felt at ease.

Almost. 

"Hey, if it isn't the girl of my dreams," he exclaimed, putting the cigarette out. Y/N smiled. A chill ran down her back, but the sweet statement softened the blows of her anxiety. She walked to him, pushed the book to the side, then sat on the desk in its place. There were no words exchanged when she did this. But she knew he didn't mind and was happy to have her in front of him this way. Her jean covered thighs parted slightly as she coaxed him to sit in front of her.

He spoke quietly as he rolled his chair toward her, "What's up, doll?"

She placed her hands on his shoulders, kneading softly, then leans down to press a gentle kiss to his lips with a sigh. They take their time parting, and Y/N feels her anxiety ebb into gentler waves. "I have amazing news," she says. Ray's hands rest on the tops of her legs, thumbs rubbing circles against the denim. The kiss left him dazed, with a love-struck smile lazing on his cheeks, " I'm all ears."

"We're- uh... expecting."

His brow twitches and she watches confusion cross his face," Expecting what?" She pinches the bridge of her nose in exasperation, but laughs all the same. She couldn't help but giggle, even with her nerves the way they were, when he acted so dense. "Raymond, you are too much," her chuckles are bubbling out of her. She sighs once she relaxes, a glow radiating from her. 

"Let's just say Oscar's gonna have someone to play with in the next few months."

A moment passes as the information settles in before he speaks again. If all her senses weren't peaked, she wouldn't have heard his soft words.

"I'm gonna be a dad?" She nods, vision blurring again as she sniffs. Ray's smile makes his whole face shine and all of the sudden, she's bawling. "Babe," he soothes, standing to pull her into his arms," What's the matter?" Fists shoved into his lab coat, she feels the cool streams pouring down her warm face," I didn't know if you were ready. I was so nervous." She feels him wind his arms around her tighter, burying his face in her hair and she could swear he's crying too.

"I'm so happy, Y/N," he assures. His hands lift to cup her face and bring it up to his. The pads of his thumbs swipe away the droplets on her cheeks, then run softly over her lower lip.  "God, I love you so much," he breathes, dipping to kiss her again. There's so much adoration and intensity in the action that had she not already been sitting, she would've had to fight her legs' desire to buckle. 

He pulls himself from her, settling the moment, then grins mischievously. Her brow arches in both slight knowing and questioning. He looks hopeful in silent pleading. A nod of her head in the direction he wants to go, and he pecks her lips again. He all but runs to the fire man's pole and slides down to the floor below. From below she could hear him, sprinting towards the front room and more excited than a child at Christmas. 

"Guys! I'm gonna be a father!"

ray meeting his future s/o in a dance club

Summary: Heart of the Ghostbusters unknowingly meets his future s/o!

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Warnings: none!

A/N: Idk how I always end up managing to do the most writing when on roadtrips lmao. I wanted to write something like this for a while and I really think it came out cute!

He didn’t really know how he ended up there. This place wasn’t really his scene. The music was loud and people were drunk and stumbling everywhere.

(cough)Venkmandraggedhimthere(cough, cough)

You, however, loved clubs! Dressing up and dancing with your girl friends all night was the highlight of your weekend.

You see him first. There’s some dude next to him obviously schmoozing the female bartender, and he just looks like he’s not having a good time.

Your best friend sees you staring and nudges you. “If you think he’s so cute, go talk to him!”

When he sees the pretty girl in a sleek black dress and heels heading straight for him, he flails and tries to get Venkman’s help. 

He never would’ve guessed it, but you were just as nervous.

The music is so loud, you’re essentially screaming your introductions.

“HI! I’M Y/N!” “RAY!” “WANNA DANCE?”

Somehow, you get him on the dance-floor for a remix of Yaz’s “Situation”

He feels so sub-par dancing with you and you kinda notice the body language.

“Hey, don’t dance like someone is watching you. Dance however you want!”

You have such a strong sense of confidence that it’s legitimately inspiring.

He takes your advice, and he ends up having a lot of fun with you by the night is over.

But when it’s about time for him to go home, Venkman’s disappeared.

You offer him a ride, which he gladly takes. He’s not about to cab back to the station.

You only learn you’ve been dancing with a Ghostbuster when you pull up to the firehouse.

 You give him your number.

“I had fun, Y/N.” “How about we meet up for coffee tomorrow morning? I know I’m gonna wake up super sore.” “I’d really like that.”

With a kiss to his cheek, he’s off. You drive home with fondness blooming in your chest, very ready for the next morning.

Flight or Fall

Summary: How do the fears of captivity, the intrigue of new discoveries, and the wonders of attraction meld for a man of science and a lounge singer with a secret?

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Word Count: 1.9 k // Warnings: None!

A/N: This was challenging to write, but I think it came out rather nice! Please do not hesitate to tell me if it can be improved, though! Also I switched it from being a standalone werewolf!s/o to something a little different, but very cool!

They were celebrating the de-ghosting of the bar and lounge next door and gratitude poured from the establishment they were currently in. The restaurant, some high-end place in the Upper East Side, was affected by the rowdy male spirit knocking things over in his constantly drunken state every once in a while. So, they decided to have a bit of a soirée in celebration of the men who rid them of their little pest when all was said and done.

One particular young woman in the building was rather disappointed to hear that Harry had been captured, not that he would ever know. She didn’t like the fact he would come stumbling through her closed dressing room door when she was in the middle of getting ready, but he was still one of the more pleasant ghosts she’d met in her lifetime.

Peeking through the curtains backstage, the singer scanned the crowd. She knew who she was performing for tonight, and why. From the looks of it, they’d have a very good view of her from their seats. One of them in particular would be nearly right in front of her. She thought it best to give them the worthiest show possible from someone of her heritage. Without being too revealing, of course. She would have some semblance of amusement in fooling the four men.

You know, he was supposed to be an honored guest there. Maybe one of several, but nonetheless someone of some semblance of importance. But the moment she stepped into the light he found that that could never be more untrue. She owned not only the stage, but the whole room. Her figure clad in a treacherously entrancing mauve gown, her hair in graceful spirals. He felt stunned in an odd sort of way. When her lips parted, and the band was struck, he felt an energy surge through his chest. She was beautiful.

But something was off.

It took a few moments, several in fact, but it slowly wormed into his senses. The seemingly yellow flecks in her eyes were the first sign. The next thing that caught his eye was her manicure. No, not the chic shade of champagne that glossed over her fingertips. They were long almonds; filed-down claws. Not even the seductive shade of red painting her lips could hide the wicked smile, with canines that were just a little too sharp to be normal.

His heart thudded in his chest.

She could smell him from all this way away. She had to stop herself from smirking.

Givenchy “Gentleman”, some sort of aftershave, and the sweet, delicate scent of cigarettes. She could tell that he knew, she could see it in his eyes. She didn’t know exactly what gave it up, she’d only been up there for fifteen minutes at most. Was he really that observant? She’d have to ask if he ever spoke with her. Perhaps she didn’t give people enough credit. But for now, all she knew was the city’s captors of any and all spiritual creatures were in the same room as her, and all but one were none the wiser.

She was pretty good at this whole “passing for human” thing, she thought.

It struck her then, in the middle of a jazzy tune, if he knew… what did that mean for her? Would he tell the others? Would they take her? What interest would he hold in her? Fear alone? Fear and disgust? Hatred? Or would it become mixed with a fatal attraction? She secretly hoped the latter.

He was handsome, she couldn’t deny that even if she tried. When she first spotted the group from backstage he was particularly vulnerable in that he didn’t know anyone was looking. People tend to be more authentic in those moments. But she found herself unable to stop staring. Effortlessly unkept brown locks framed a gentle face, with eyes that shone and a smile that could’ve dazzled even the most charming of Hollywood sweethearts.

She sped the repertoire up a little, choosing to opt out of her usual spiels she added between songs describing the way she felt about each piece. She liked setting the mood but getting off the stage was just about mandatory. However, she wasn’t exactly sure why. There was a thrill in her veins. She couldn’t decipher if it was a thrill he brought, or the slightly less endearing thrill of being chased. She wanted to figure out which of the two she held inside her.

Each minute that ticked by felt like two. An hour and a half felt so, so much like three. But “Witchcraft” had come. Her last song of the night. The coincidence and irony were not lost on her. She planned on using it to her advantage. When she sang, or spoke more like, the words, “Proceed with what you’re leading me to,” her eyes drew his to them. The flutter of her lashes in his exact direction were obvious and it was nearly like she was asking him to come after her.

No, she was asking him. Daring him. To pursue her in whatever way he wanted.

His friends seemed to think it was flirtation alone, giving him side glances and friendly jests. She smiled to herself, and the song closed. She wished the crowd a good night, personally thanked the Ghostbusters for their, “Service to the state of New York and to our very grateful establishment,” then disappeared backstage once again without so much as a backward glance.

Unbeknownst to her, he’d fled from his seat moments after, citing a smoke break as his excuse. She knew he would be coming. But why was a completely different story. So, she simply sat in her dressing room, gown and all, at her vanity and waited. She brushed the thin mist of hairspray from her curls, making them puff up and volumize. It looked a bit like a lion’s mane, but if she needed to be threatening in any way when he came, she was comfortable with looking a bit feral.

The knocks came nearly the very moment she set her brush down. “Come in,” her voice offered, golden as honey. He stepped in, a look of intrigue plain on his face, and closed the door immediately. He was just as good-looking, if not more so, when you got closer. “How can I help you, Mr.-,” she trailed off, an offer for him to fill in her blank. “Stantz. Ray Stantz.” She looked at his reflection in her mirror, a cunning smile on her lips, “Stantz. How may I be of assist-.”

“What are you?”

Her brow quirked as he cut her sentence short. “I’m a lounge singer at a five-star New York restaurant,” she replied, crossing one leg over the other, “Is that what you’re looking for?” He stepped towards her and grabbed the back of her chair, spinning her to face him. He smiled at her in a way that made her feel slightly more at ease, “You know it’s not.” She frowned. “You know, Mr. Stantz, it’s very rude to ask such personal questions from a lady without even having asked so much as her name.”

He sighed exasperatingly. “What’s your name?” “Y/N. L/N. Thanks for asking,” she said. Each word was dictated with the slightest bit of irritation in it. “I know you’re not human, Y/N,” he hummed, eyes darting over her features as though he was examining each one individually. “But what are you, exactly?”

She gazed at him through her lashes and gave him a view of her tongue running over the point of one of her canines. Though she didn’t give him a hint of flirtation. This was a sign to proceed with caution. “I think you know the answer to that already, Mr. Stantz.” He peered at her, trying to figure out what her game was. If she was what he thought, she had the strength to overpower him in an instant and run off even faster.

“I want a confirmation, humor me.”

She rolled her eyes, “You humans. So melodramatic. An inkling is never enough.” Pushing him backwards with her palm, she stood to back him against the door behind him. “Especially humans like you. Always searching for some solution to your curiosity.”

He didn’t look bewildered in the slightest. It was disappointing. “I can sing because my dad was a siren,” she murmured, smiling when the pulse beneath her fingers picked up as his back hit the wall. She knew it wasn’t because he was afraid, though. “Mom was a werewolf. They met on her vacation in Greece when she was 19. She liked him so much she stayed for three more years.” She missed her father.

“They found out about him in the village.” She paused, her nails only lightly trailing down his blue suit jacket. But a fire began brewing inside her as she remembered just why she’d ended up in New York in the first place. “They killed him. My mom gave birth to me and left me by the sea for the Sirens to take care of. Couldn’t deal with raising a kid without a dad, I guess.”

All she could think was, if he wanted her story so badly, he’d sit through the whole thing. “Neither the Sirens nor the wolves of Europe wanted to take me in, on account of an impure bloodline,” she shook her head, “Elitists, all of them. Worse than vampires about it.” When she looked up at him again, he could see the flames brewing deep within her, “If you’re looking for an easy target to study, I’m not it.”

He stared down at the creature before him, fascinated. Despite it all, he chuckled when her anger intensified. Her blood boiled at that and she scowled at him. It was a look that could send even the toughest of men running for the hills. But he’d seen too much in his lifetime to be truly afraid in the face of such a beautiful woman. He gathered her hands in his, then pulled them off his chest. “Look, Y/N, I don’t know what kind of people you’ve encountered, but I’m not here to persecute you for being born the way you were.”

She scoffed, turning away from him to return to her seat and face her mirror once more, “Well, then what is it that you’re looking for?” He walked to the other side of her chair, leaning against the wall and offering the most reassuring smile he can. “I’d settle for getting to know more about you.” Her heart skipped a little, and she hesitated. “I think I’d like that.”

This was the outcome she could never have predicted. Not such a powerful swing from one emotion to the next. Neither an intense fight for her life, nor an instantly passionate romance. She’d never met a man as rational and understanding in the face of something so strange as him. He seemed interested in her in a way she didn’t understand. But she wasn’t about to complain about that.

She didn’t know where this would go, or where it would take them. Being honest, the possibility of becoming close with a human was a bit nerve-wracking to her. But just as swiftly as she had leapt into meeting him was as fast as she was taking this new path.

And, for the first time tonight, she wasn’t just thrilled in the best way, she was hopeful.

Love sick? No, just sick.

Summary: What Ray is like when his s/o is sick.

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Warnings: Sick reader (is that a warning?)

A/Ns: A buddy of mine @jadeottsel requested how Ray would treat a sick reader! This was so sweet to write, I really loved it!! And I hope y’all love it too :)

His precious baby is sick and Raymond Stantz is absolutely not leaving your side.

“Babe, go bust some ghosts, I’m good.” “Y/N you’re going to BE a ghost if I don’t take care of you.”

Treats you like royalty, seriously. Pillows, your fave movies, fluffy blankets.

He does the whole nine yards for you and more.

He makes you homemade soup!!

“This is my moms recipe, she made it for me every time I got a cold as a kid.” “I love you so much, you’re amazing.”

Little known secret: He loves cooking!

Ectoplasm doesn’t gross him out, but snot sure does! So he carries around hand sanitizer everywhere. So he also doesn’t get sick.

Totally keeps one of those little keychain ones on his belt and you SO harp on how hilarious it looks.

He’s not like a germaphobe or anything, but he does NOT like being ill so he does his best to be careful while helping you get better.

You have to physically remind him he has a job to do for the city.

“I will be absolutely fine for a few hours, you need to help out the guys.”

He ends up going to work, but worrying about you the whole time.

The entire team, including Janine and Louis are always checking in with him to make sure you’re getting better.

No kisses when you’re sick!!

But you guys do this thing where you keep a running total of all the missed kisses during your sick period.

And once you’re all better, you make up for lost time together.

And he will be making sure you get well quick, because he is not about to spend a whole week and a half without kissing you whenever he feels like it.

New Years Eve, 1989 (Ray Stantz x Reader)

I used the usual abbreviations for this. I’m working on getting the interactive fanfic thing down to make it easier. 

But anyways, IT'S MY FIRST REAL POSTTTTT. I am so excited you guys actually have no idea. Here's a tiny ficlet to give you guys a taste of my style and all that. 

Word Count: 636 (im better at this, i promise the next one will be longer)

 "Ray!" She could see the slime gun. Was he ok? What happened while she was gone?

    Y/N was covered in said slime from her attempt at finding the crew. She'd run through the museum through the back entrance, only to find puddles of goo and end up getting covered in it. The sticky, gooey pink stuff clung to her face and gelled back usually frizzy (y/h/c). After catching a glimpse of the grey suit near the front door, she went in to a full on sprint.

    "Raymond!" She could see him.

    Now, he knew there was only one person who said his name that way. He turned around just in time to catch her running into his arms. She almost knocked the wind out of him. "I was so scared, I heard how bad everything was getting on the news," her sentences were frantic," I didn't think it would be so bad. I'm so sorry I wasn't here." He frowned, tilting her head up and running a thumb over one of her cheekbones. That slime was positively charged, why was she so upset?  

    Turns out positivity slime doesn't work on near-debilitating worry. She smiled in repose as Ray wiped some of the sludge from her face. She pulled him in, wrapping her arms around his middle and not caring how much of the goop returned to her face. Even covered with the stuff, he still smelled like her favorite cologne. God, what would she have done if she lost him?

    After some time they pull away hesitantly, his hetero-chromatic eyes searching hers for any semblance of worry. At this moment, she was just happy to see the green and brown she held so dear. "You alright, doll?" His voice was soft and shaky, laced with worry. She sighs quietly as he holds her hands in his. "You're really worrying about me? Ray, you could've gotten hurt." Staring down at her he beams at her concern," I'm fine, Y/N. But what would I do if my girl got in trouble in the middle of all this commotion?"

    She rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. He was so selfless. Her arms wound around his neck this time, and she stood on her tip toes to close some of the ten inch difference in height. Relief flooded her body. He was here, he was okay, he was with her. "Kiss me, Stantz." His eyebrows raised humorously, faking shock at her boldness. "Y/L/N," he chuckled, fingers taking their place at the small of her back. "What has gotten into you?" Her eyes sparkled, almost literally, and they only now noticed the new years fireworks overhead.

    "Happy New Years, boys," Venkman's voice sounded from somewhere in the crowd of New-Yorkers. Ray gazed down at the woman in his arms. Her face glittered with reds, greens, and violets from the explosions above and he could swear he'd never seen something more beautiful. The words left his mouth before he could even acknowledge them.

    "I love you."

    No amount of positively-charged slime could have produced such a genuine confession. Y/N felt her heart swell, and she extended her feet to finally close the space between them. It might have been the hundredth time they'd kissed, but she still felt sparks like it was the first.

    He tasted like slime, chocolate and cigarettes; and she like french vanilla and strawberries. The obvious congratulatory cheers of the rest of the team could be heard over the roaring celebration of the crowd. They parted, needing air and another view of the other. He pulled her into his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin. "I love you too, Ray," she breathed. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and he held her closer in hearing his words reciprocated. 

    "C'mon, doll. Let's go home."

A/N: This is a cute lil Ray Stantz from Ghostbusters piece I wrote after watching the second movie. Y'all he's actually so pure, so wholesome. I freaking adore the man. Expect more writing for the 80s Ghostbusters soon. The guys deserve a larger fandom tbh :/