#dr. egon spengler

[nerdywineaunt]

BTS on Ghostbusters (1984) and Ghostbusters II (1989)

[asexualenjolras]

Why Dr. Egon Spengler and Dr. Ray Stantz are one of my favourite ships in media:

- They're both autistic-coded.

- Their love language is eye contact.

- They are continually smirking at one another, even when the other Ghostbusters are rolling their eyes at them.

- They canonically live together in 'Ghostbusters II'. This is confirmed at the end of the movie by Winston, who turns to Egon when Ray is covered in positively-charged slime and says, "you gotta live with this" and Egon looks so proud, and responds with a genuine smirk.

- Egon's first instinct when all of the Ghostbusters are on the floor is to ask if Ray is okay.

- They communicate non-verbally the majority of the time, and they always understand what the other is saying.

- They are constantly smirking towards one another.

- They support the other's theories, and build on them together, even when Peter is taking the mick out of them.

I want a relationship like theirs. I love them so much.

[peachy-wafflez]

Egon Spengler they can never make me hate you

[seanpultz]

MIGHTY MORPHIN' POWER RANGERS meet the GHOSTBUSTERS

FADE IN

INT. JFK AIRPORT - DAY

The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers and a group of ANGEL GROVE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and FACULTY members disembark from the plane. They stretch, looking around the bustling airport with excitement.

JASON LEE SCOTT (looking around) Wow, the Big Apple! It's even more amazing than I thought.

KIMBERLY HART (smiling) I can't believe we're actually here for the UN peace summit!

BILLY CRANSTON (nervously) And we get to present our environmental project! It's like…the ultimate field trip.

ZACHARY "ZACK" TAYLOR (grinning) Yeah, and we're gonna show New York how we Angel Grove folks roll!

TRINI KWAN (calmly) Let's not forget our main priority—representing the school and promoting unity.

TOMMY OLIVER (nods) Always. But who knows? Maybe we'll get to see some cool sights, too.

As they walk through the airport, their brightly colored outfits stand out among the more muted tones of travelers. They move as a tight-knit group, the students looking up to the Rangers with admiration and the faculty with pride. The Rangers' eyes are sharp, always ready to jump into action, even on a peaceful trip.

JFK AIRPORT ANNOUNCEMENT (over the intercom) Welcome to New York City! The local time is 2:30 PM.

ZORDON (over their communicators) Rangers, I've received word of unusual energy readings in the city. Stay vigilant.

The Rangers exchange glances, a mix of excitement and concern. They know that duty might call them away from their educational mission at any moment.

JASON (into communicator) Understood, Zordon. We're always ready.

The group continues onward, the excitement of their UN event now blended with the anticipation of a new adventure in the unpredictable streets of New York City.

INT. JFK AIRPORT - CONCOURSE - CONTINUOUS

As the Rangers and students navigate through the airport, BULK and SKULL, the school bullies, saunter into view, spotting the group.

BILLY (whispers to Tommy) Look who decided to tag along.

TOMMY (rolls his eyes) Great. Let's just ignore them.

But Bulk and Skull, dressed in ill-fitting tourist outfits, are not easily ignored.

BULK (loudly) Hey, check it out! It's the Power Poseurs and their fan club!

SKULL (laughs) Yeah, where's the real action? In the toy aisle?

ZACK (smirks) Keep walking, guys. They're not worth it.

However, the students snicker at the jab, and the Rangers feel a twinge of annoyance.

ERNIE (to the students) Why don't you all head to the bus? I'll make sure our guests are ready to go.

The students follow Ernie, while the Rangers exchange knowing looks. Bulk and Skull smirk, watching the group disperse.

INT. GHOSTBUSTERS FIREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Meanwhile, in the iconic Ghostbusters firehouse, DR. EGON SPENGLER, DR. RAYMOND STANTZ, and WINSTON ZEDDEMORE are busy calibrating their proton packs.

EGON (serious) The containment unit is at maximum capacity. We must be prepared for anything.

RAY (nervously) Right, because New York isn't weird enough without extra ghosts.

PETER VENKMAN (enters the room, tossing his proton pack) Come on, guys. It's not like we haven't seen it all before.

The team continues to prepare, unaware of the interdimensional ripple that's about to bring two worlds—and two legendary teams—together.

INT. MOON PALACE - RITA AND ZEDD'S THRONE ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd, seated on their thrones, watch the news of the UN peace summit with scorn.

RITA (angrily) The nerve of those Rangers, bringing peace to my city!

ZEDD (laughs) Indeed, my love. But fear not, we shall crush their unity with a creature most terrifying!

Their twisted faces light up with malicious glee as they concoct a plan.

ZEDD (to Baboo) Baboo, summon Finster! We have a new monster to create.

BABOO (nervously) Right away, my lord!

Baboo hurries off to the monster lab.

INT. MOON PALACE - MONSTER LAB - CONTINUOUS

Baboo enters the lab where Finster is working on a new batch of Putty Patrollers.

BABOO (breathlessly) Masters Rita and Zedd require your…uh, genius.

FINSTER (without looking up) Ah, yes, Baboo. What monstrous delight shall I conjure today?

RITA (V.O.) Finster, create a creature that embodies fear and chaos—one that will make New York tremble!

FINSTER (looks up, inspired) I know just the creature, my queen!

He opens a spellbook, and a sinister grin spreads across his face as he starts to read an incantation, surrounded by bubbling cauldrons and mystical artifacts.

EXT. VARIOUS NEW YORK LANDMARKS - MONTAGE

The Rangers and the students of Angel Grove High School are seen exploring the vibrant streets of New York City.

JASON (to the students) Remember, guys, keep an eye out for anything unusual.

KIMBERLY (smiling at the camera) But also enjoy the sights! It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The montage shows the group visiting the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, and Central Park. They take selfies with the iconic backdrops, laugh, and learn about the city's rich history.

ZACK (pointing to a skyscraper) Check it out, the Empire State Building! Can you imagine fighting a giant monster up there?

BILLY (nervously) I'd rather not, Zack.

The camera cuts to the students marveling at the bustling city life, eating street food, and even taking a boat tour around the island.

TRINI (contemplatively) New York is so…alive.

TOMMY (thoughtfully) It's like it has its own kind of power.

Throughout the montage, the Rangers maintain their watchful stance, occasionally scanning the crowds and skies, ensuring everyone's safety while still participating in the fun.

EXT. EMPIRE STATE BUILDING - GROUND FLOOR - CONTINUOUS

The Rangers exit the iconic building, their arms laden with souvenirs. They pause as they hear the unmistakable siren of Ecto-1 in the distance.

JASON (pointing) Guys, check it out!

They turn to see ECTO-1, the Ghostbusters' signature vehicle, come to a screeching halt outside a nearby building. The doors swing open, and the GHOSTBUSTERS—Egon, Ray, Peter, and Winston—leap into action.

BILLY (excitedly) The Ghostbusters? Here?

TOMMY (skeptical) What's going on?

The students gather around, curious about the commotion.

ZACK (grinning) Maybe we're about to get some help with that "unusual energy" Zordon talked about.

KIMBERLY (concerned) Or maybe we're about to face something even bigger than we thought.

The Rangers put down their shopping bags and watch as the Ghostbusters don their proton packs and head into the building.

INT. BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING

The Ghostbusters, armed with their proton packs, cautiously navigate the dimly lit corridors of the building. The sound of strange whispers and eerie moans echo through the halls.

EGON (to his PKE Meter) Reading is off the charts. Whatever's in here is powerful.

PETER (smirks) Well, it's definitely not the quiet type.

RAY (nervously) Could it be…another dimension?

The PKE Meter beeps frantically, pointing upwards.

The Ghost of a Chef, a towering, translucent figure with a stern expression, materializes before the Ghostbusters, brandishing two large meat cleavers.

GHOST CHEF (menacingly) You dare disturb my kitchen? Prepare to taste my wrath!

PETER (draws proton pack) Alright, let's cook up a solution to this spectral problem.

EGON (to Peter) Not funny, Venkman.

The Ghostbuster's proton packs come to life, their streams of energy sizzling as they aim at the spectral chef.

INT. BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING - CONTINUOUS

The Ghostbusters split up, fanning out to surround the Ghost Chef. They fire their proton streams, which dance and weave through the air, trying to capture the elusive specter.

EGON (firmly) We need to keep our beams steady!

PETER (laughing) Easy for you to say, Spock!

RAY (excitedly) Look at the way it's moving! It's like it's in another plane!

GHOST CHEF (laughing) You fools cannot catch me!

The Ghost Chef darts around the room, dodging the streams with an uncanny grace.

EXT. BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING - OUTSIDE

The Ghost Chef bursts through a window and into the crowded street below. The Rangers, STUDENTS, and FACULTY of Angel Grove High watch from a safe distance.

MR. CAPLAN (to Bulk and Skull) You two, come back here! This isn't a show for tourists!

But Bulk and Skull, ever the troublemakers, push past the Rangers to get a closer look.

GHOST CHEF (seeing Bulk and Skull) Ah, fresh meat!

The Ghost Chef charges towards Bulk and Skull, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

MR. CAPLAN (alarmed) Bulk! Skull! No!

Too late. The Ghost Chef slimes the bullies, covering them in a thick, gooey substance.

The students gasp in horror.

GHOST CHEF (laughing) And now for the main course!

The Ghost Chef raises its cleavers, charging towards Mr. Caplan. It unleashes a deafening roar that it blows the toupee off his head.

Egon nods at the other Ghostbusters, who adjust their aim.

EGON (calmly) On my mark, switch to capture mode.

The Ghostbusters synchronize their movements, their proton streams forming a tight triangle around the Ghost Chef.

PETER (to the Ghost Chef) You're going down, pal!

On Egon's signal, the streams snap together, trapping the creature in a web of energy.

EGON (into communicator) Ray, activate the Super Slammer.

INT. ECTO-1 - CONTINUOUS

Ray's hand hovers over a button on the dashboard, a look of intense concentration on his face.

RAY (into communicator) You got it, Egon!

He presses the button, and the Muon Trap atop Ecto-1 springs to life. A brilliant blue light engulfs the Ghost Chef, pulling it into the trap with a thunderous boom.

EXT. BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING - OUTSIDE

The Ghost Chef vanishes into the trap, and the proton streams dissipate. The students and faculty erupt into applause and cheers.

The Ghostbusters jog over to the relieved group from Angel Grove High. Peter Venkman waves to the crowd, basking in their applause.

PETER (to the crowd) Thank you, thank you! No need to thank us, it's all in a day's work!

WINSTON (picking up Mr. Caplan's toupee) Looks like you had a close shave there, sir.

MR. CAPLAN (embarrassed) Yes, well, thank you.

WINSTON (to the toupee) I think this is yours.

He tosses it back to Mr. Caplan with a smirk. Meanwhile, Ray and Egon are examining Bulk and Skull, who are covered in slime.

RAY (chuckling) Looks like you guys found the ghost's secret sauce.

Skull tries to push himself up, but slips on the slime.

SKULL (grumbling) This is so not cool, Bulk.

Bulk attempts to stand, only to fall back down again.

BULK (laughing) Dude, you're like a human ice cube!

They both struggle, their movements awkward and comical, while the Rangers and students watch with a mix of concern and amusement.

MR. CAPLAN (to the Ghostbusters, trying to regain composure) Thank you for your help. We're the graduating class of Angel Grove High School, here to attend the Peace Conference at the United Nations tomorrow morning.

PETER (smiling charmingly) Ah, the future leaders of the world. It's an honor to save you from the ghostly kitchen nightmare.

MR. CAPLAN (to the Ghostbusters, gesturing to the Rangers) And these are some of our top students. Tommy Oliver, Jason Lee Scott, Zack Taylor, Kimberly Hart, Billy Cranston, and Trini Kwan.

The Ghostbusters exchange curious glances.

EGON (eyeing their athletic builds) Ah, I see. You've had your fair share of…paranormal activities?

TOMMY Not exactly.

PETER I'm Dr. Peter Venkman, This is Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler and Winston Zeddemore.

KIMBERLY Oh, and those two goons slipping about there are Bulk and Skull.

Bulk seems to have gotten himself up and mantainted his balance.

SKULL See, I told you we could make it!

Skull slaps Bulk on the back and he slips and falls on his back but not before taking Skull down with him.

Everyone laughs at their misfortune.

EXT. BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING - OUTSIDE

The Ghostbusters wave goodbye, slime-covered Bulk and Skull still trying to stand.

PETER (waving) See you around, kids!

The Rangers and students wave back as Ecto-1 roars away, lights flashing.

KIMBERLY (admiringly) They were amazing!

BILLY (nods) Yeah, their tech is so…advanced.

JASON (smirks) And their banter's not bad either.

ZACK (laughs) Reminds me of us.

The group watches the Ghostbusters disappear into the bustling New York traffic.

INT. MOON PALACE - CONTROL ROOM

ZEDD (observing the Ghostbusters on the monitor) They're formidable, Rita. But we have a surprise of our own.

RITA (evilly) Finster, what have you conjured for us today?

FINSTER (nervous but excited) Masters, behold Gargantula! A creature of such terror and might, it shall make their previous battles seem like mere child's play!

The monitor shows Gargantula, a colossal spider monster, looming over a miniature cityscape.

RITA (clapping her hands) Perfect! Now, Goldar, what is this brilliant plan you speak of?

GOLDAR (to Rita) We can shut down the Ghostbusters' protection grid. If we do, all the ghosts they've ever captured will be released!

ZEDD (intrigued) Ah, chaos. I like the sound of that.

RITA (laughs) And tomorrow, we shall see New York in a web of our own making!

GOLDAR (smirks) They won't know what hit them.

The group cackles in evil delight as the camera zooms out, showing their malicious plan taking shape.

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - ENTRANCE

The group from Angel Grove High School, including the Rangers in their civilian clothes, enters the grand lobby of the United Nations building, their eyes wide with amazement.

BILLY (whispering to Trini) This place is incredible. Can you believe we're actually here?

TRINI (smiling) It's like a mini-world inside.

JASON (to Mr. Caplan) Thanks for getting us here, Mr. Caplan. This is going to be an amazing experience.

MR. CAPLAN (proudly) It's an honor for all of you to represent our school. Now, let's find our seats before the opening ceremony begins.

They navigate the bustling corridors filled with delegates from various countries, all dressed in their traditional attire. The students look around in awe at the diversity and significance of the event.

ZACK (to Kimberly) You know, this might be the most powerful gathering of people we've ever been a part of.

KIMBERLY (agreeing) And we're just here to learn about peace.

TOMMY (looking around thoughtfully) We've got to be ready for anything.

The camera pans up to the ceiling, hinting at the unseen dangers lurking above.

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - MAIN ASSEMBLY HALL

The group finds their designated seats among the many countries' representatives. The atmosphere is tense with anticipation and hope for a peaceful future.

INT. GHOSTBUSTERS HEADQUARTERS - BASEMENT

The lights flicker and the Containment Unit's alarm blares to life. GOLDAR stands in front of the control panel, his hand on the switch he's just flipped.

GOLDAR (to himself) Mwahaha! Soon, all shall be released!

The sound of the alarm pierces through the quiet, echoing through the sleeping quarters above. The GHOSTBUSTERS—Egon, Peter, Ray, and Winston—shake off their sleepiness and jump out of bed, their eyes wide with concern.

PETER (rubbing his eyes) What the…?

EGON (quickly) The Containment Unit!

They throw on their jumpsuits and race downstairs, the gravity of the situation setting in as the alarm's wail grows louder.

INT. GHOSTBUSTERS HEADQUARTERS - BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS

The Ghostbusters skid to a halt, staring at the powerless Containment Unit. The ghosts they've captured are flickering and straining against their containment fields.

RAY (alarmed) What happened?

WINSTON (checks the controls) Someone's cut the power!

They spring into action, their proton packs charging up, ready to face the chaos about to be unleashed.

INT. GHOSTBUSTERS HEADQUARTERS - BASEMENT

The Ghostbusters sprint out of the firehouse, the sound of the explosion echoing in their ears. They look up to see a terrifying sight: a wave of malevolent spirits shooting into the sky, illuminating the sky with their spectral light.

PETER (shouting) What in the name of all that's holy…?!

EGON (quickly) It's a mass spectral release!

RAY (staring in awe) We've got to get those ghosts back now!

WINSTON (nods) And fast! Before they wreak havoc on the city!

INT. GHOSTBUSTERS HEADQUARTERS - OUTSIDE

The group jumps into Ecto-1, slamming the doors shut.

PETER (into the communicator) Alright, Janine, call the mayor. Tell him we're about to have a real ghost problem.

JANINE (over the communicator) On it, Peter!

INT. MOON PALACE

RITA (clapping) Goldar, you've outdone yourself!

GOLDAR (smug) Thank you, Empress. But the real fun starts now.

ZEDD (evilly) Indeed. It's time for Gargantula to make an entrance.

He raises his staff and aims it at the crystal ball, which shows a panicking New York City.

ZEDD (continuing) Gargantula, to Earth!

The crystal glows, and Gargantula is teleported into the heart of the city, causing buildings to tremble with its monstrous size.

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - MAIN ASSEMBLY HALL - CONTINUOUS

The opening ceremony is in full swing, delegates from around the globe discussing global issues when suddenly, the doors burst open and a horde of GHOSTS floods in, their spectral forms wailing and causing panic. The Rangers jump to their feet, eyes scanning the chaos.

MR. CAPLAN (shocked) What on Earth…?

JASON (to the Rangers) This isn't part of the program. We need to get everyone to safety!

TOMMY (nods) And find out where these ghosts are coming from!

ZACK (springing into action) On it!

The Rangers sprint into the fray, pushing aside terrified delegates and students, trying to maintain order amidst the pandemonium. The ghosts, a mix of those defeated by the Ghostbusters and new, never-before-seen spirits, wreak havoc, their ethereal forms causing furniture to fly and lights to flicker.

INT. ECTO-1

EGON (into communicator) Janine, what's the latest?

JANINE (over the communicator) A massive ghost manifestation at the United Nations, Egon. It's chaos!

PETER (serious) The Peace Conference…

INT. MOON PALACE

RITA (laughing) Gargantula's timing is impeccable. The Power Rangers will be too busy to stop our ghosts!

GOLDAR (excitedly) This will be our moment of victory!

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - MAIN ASSEMBLY HALL

The Ghostbusters rush in, dodging flying furniture and screaming delegates.

PETER (shouting over the commotion) Alright, let's get these party crashers back in their bottles!

RAY (firing his proton pack) I've got one!

Egon and Winston follow suit, trapping several ghosts at once.

EGON (into communicator) We're on it, Janine!

The Ghostbusters huddle together, looking at the monitors showing the ghosts swarming the UN.

PETER (grimly) We need to get to the source of this mess.

INT. MOON PALACE

ZEDD (sneers) Fools! They're playing right into our web.

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - MAIN ASSEMBLY HALL

While the GHOSTBUSTERS are busy capturing the released spirits, the RANGERS remain unmorphed and are herding the terrified crowd toward the exits, ensuring everyone's safety. TOMMY's communicator beeps urgently, and he steps aside for a moment to answer.

TOMMY (into communicator) Zordon, what's the situation?

ZORDON (over the communicator) Rangers, beware of Gargantula—a colossal monster sent by Rita and Zedd to cause destruction.

The GHOSTBUSTERS look up from their work, hearing the name of the monster they've been sent to combat.

PETER (to the Rangers) You guys know anything about a giant spider?

TOMMY (into communicator) We're on it, Zordon.

He turns to the other RANGERS, his expression serious.

TOMMY (to the team) We've got a new threat.

The RANGERS nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. They pull out their power coins and shout in unison.

JASON It's morphin time!

TOMMY Dragonzord!

ZACK Mastodon!

KIMBERLY Pterodactyl!

BILLY Triceratops!

TRINI Sabertooth Tiger!

JASON Tyrannosaurus!

A burst of light and energy fills the room as they transform into their RANGER forms: GREEN, RED, BLACK, PINK, BLUE, and YELLOW.

POWER RANGERS Power Rangers!

The Ghostbusters stop their ghostbusting, staring in amazement at the morphed Power Rangers.

PETER (flabbergasted) Did we just see what I think we saw?

EGON (equally astonished) It appears so, Peter.

RAY (whispers) But…how?

WINSTON I think we should clear the room first, then ask them later.

The Ghostbusters resume their Ghostbusting while the Rangers do battle with Gargantula, who has shown up along with a few Putties. The Rangers do battle with the Putties and set their sights on Gargantula. Gargantula excreates web from his behind and it covers the Rangers. Gargantula then breathes in a whole bunch of ghosts into the into it's lungs. The ghosts from the escaped containment unit is what is energizing Gargantula. Gargantula then vanishes. The Ghostbusters rush to help the Rangers out of their webby prison.

The GHOSTBUSTERS cautiously approach the webbed RANGERS, their proton packs still at the ready.

PETER (to the webbed figures) Uh…who are you guys supposed to be?

The GREEN RANGER, recognizable as TOMMY, struggles to break free.

GREEN RANGER (strained) We're the Power Rangers.

PETER (surprised) Power…Rangers?

RED RANGER (Jason) We're here to help.

BLUE RANGER (Billy) But we could use some assistance with this…

He gestures to the thick webs holding them down.

PETER Okay, for a moment pretend someone here doesn't know what a Power Ranger is or what they do.

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - MAIN ASSEMBLY HALL

BILLY, now BLUE RANGER, fidgets with a device in his hands. Suddenly, the room fills with a staticky buzz.

BLUE RANGER (to the group) Guys, I think I've got something!

The communicator crackles to life, displaying ZORDON's face.

ZORDON Greetings, Ghostbusters. I am Zordon, a mentor from another dimension, and I am aware of your valor in the fight against the supernatural.

PETER (skeptical) Ah, you're the guy in the tube.

ZORDON (ignoring Peter) We are facing a grave peril. Gargantula feeds on the negative energy of the released ghosts, growing more powerful by the second.

EGON (studying the ghosts) Interesting. The spectral energy seems to be…fueling it.

ZORDON Indeed. The Rangers and I propose an alliance to stop this creature.

The GHOSTBUSTERS and POWER RANGERS stand together, the latter still partially webbed, looking at ZORDON's projection with a mix of awe and urgency.

PETER (slowly) An…alliance?

EGON (thoughtfully) It's a logical approach. Combine our spectral expertise with their morphing capabilities…

ZORDON (nods) Together, we may stand a chance.

RAY (eagerly) We're in! But how do we take down a giant ghost-powered spider?

GREEN RANGER (Tommy) We need to separate Gargantula from the ghosts. If we can do that, we can weaken it.

PINK RANGER (Kimberly) And then we can finish it off with our Zords!

YELLOW RANGER (Trini) But we need to get the ghosts back under control first.

BLACK RANGER (Zack) And quickly. The longer they're out, the stronger it gets.

RED RANGER (Jason) We've got to work fast. Agreed, Ghostbusters?

PETER (nods, smiling) You bet.

The GHOSTBUSTERS and POWER RANGERS exchange nods, a sense of unity forming amidst the chaos.

PETER (continuing) Alright, let's get to it. We've got a spider to wrangle.

TOMMY (to the group) Ghostbusters, we need to get those ghosts away from Gargantula before he becomes too strong.

PETER (nods) Agreed, Tommy. We'll handle the ghosts. What's your plan for the big guy?

JASON (confidently) We'll keep Gargantula busy while you work on the ghosts.

KIMBERLY (smiles at Ray) You guys are good at wrangling the supernatural. Any ideas on how to get them to cooperate?

RAY (grinning back) We've got a few tricks up our sleeves. Maybe we can use our ghost traps to corral them?

EGON But the Super Slammer can only hold so much ghosts. We might need to use something much bigger. Forget the handheld units.

RAY Well, we could jerry rig a garbage truck into one giant ghost trap.

EGON We'll need more than one, Ray. We're dealing with ghosts that we've already caught before.

PETER It's quite a large number, Ray.

BILLY (to Egon) What about some kind of energy dampener? To cut off Gargantula's spectral feeding?

EGON (thinks for a moment) It's a sound theory, Billy. We might be able to modify our proton packs.

ZACK (to Trini) And what about the Putties? They're a handful.

TRINI (nods) We've dealt with them before. We'll manage.

WINSTON (clapping his hands) Alright, let's get to work. Time's wasting.

The groups split into pairs, each tackling a different aspect of the plan. Tommy and Peter discuss strategies for facing Gargantula, Kimberly and Ray brainstorm ghost wrangling techniques, Billy and Egon focus on the energy dampener, and Zack joins Trini in preparing for the Putty battle. The room buzzes with urgent whispers and the occasional clank of gear as the unlikely allies prepare to take on the monstrous menace threatening the city.

The GHOSTBUSTERS and POWER RANGERS stand together, their determination clear.

TOMMY (to the group) We need to split up. Ghostbusters, focus on the ghosts and contain them.

PETER (nods) You got it. We'll get those spooks under control.

JASON And we'll take care of Gargantula.

The RANGERS nod, and the GHOSTBUSTERS start setting up their gear.

PETER (to the group) Let's get out there and show this spider who's boss.

The RANGERS and GHOSTBUSTERS sprint out of the hall, heading for the chaos of Time Square.

EXT. TIME SQUARE

Gargantula looms over the screaming crowd, webs shooting from its hands, ensnaring terrified students and faculty members of Angle Grove High School. Bulk and Skull, trapped in a giant web, look up in horror as Gargantula approaches.

PETER (over the radio) We're on ghost patrol. Rangers, keep Gargantula busy!

RED RANGER (Jason) Let's do this!

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - MAIN ASSEMBLY HALL

ZORDON (over the communicator) Rita has thrown her wand to Earth! Gargantula is enlarging!

The RANGERS look at each other, their expressions grim.

RED RANGER (Jason) It's time to call in the Thunderzords.

GREEN RANGER (Tommy) Let's do this!

The POWER RANGERS call out their ZORDs.

RED RANGER Tyrannosaurus Red Dragon Thunderzord

GREEN RANGER Dragonzord, power! (Plays tune on his dagger flute)

PINK RANGER (into communicator) Pterodactyl Firebird Thunderzord power!

BLACK RANGER (into communicator) Mastodon Lion Thunderzord Power!

YELLOW RANGER (into communicator) Sabertooth Tiger Griffin Thunderzord Power!

BLUE RANGER (into communicator) Triceratops Unicorn Thunderzord!

The wand hits the ground with a tremendous force, and a pillar of dark energy shoots up into the sky. Gargantula grows to skyscraper height, casting a shadow over the city.

The GHOSTBUSTERS jump into ECTO-1, engines roaring as they speed off to contain the spectral threat.

INT. TIME SQUARE

The GHOSTBUSTERS are in ECTO-1, speeding through the streets, while the POWER RANGERS are already engaged in combat.

RED RANGER (Jason) Thunder Megazord now!

The TYRANNOSAURS, MASTODON, PTERODACTYL, SABERTOOTH TIGER, and TRICERATOPS ZORDS all come together with a series of mechanical clangs and whirs. The ZORDS merge seamlessly, forming the mighty THUNDER MEGAZORD. The crowd gasps in awe and fear as the towering robot stands tall, ready to face the monstrous Gargantula.

RED RANGER (Jason) Thunder Megazord, let's show them what we're made of!

GREEN RANGER (Tommy) Let's go, guys!

The THUNDER MEGAZORD and the DRAGONZORD charges at Gargantula, its sword and shield at the ready.

PETER (over the radio) Rangers, we're in position!

GHOSTBUSTERS, now in their proton packs and gear, arrive at the scene, ready to corral the ghosts back into containment.

PETER (into radio) Alright, Rangers, it's showtime!

The GHOSTBUSTERS leap into action, firing their proton streams at the ghosts surrounding Gargantula, attempting to cut off its spectral energy source. The THUNDER MEGAZORD and Gargantula clash in a battle of titanic proportions, their blows echoing through the city. The GHOSTBUSTERS weave in and out of the chaos, capturing ghosts and dodging debris, all while the RANGERS continue their fierce battle. The fate of the city hangs in the balance as these heroes from two different worlds fight side by side.

GHOSTBUSTERS - in position with their modified proton packs, watching the epic battle unfold.

PETER (over radio) Look at those two go at it! It's like Godzilla meets Spider-Man.

RAY (nervously) But with more color coordination.

EGON (studying Gargantula) Fascinating. The spectral energy is…incredible.

PETER (into radio) Rangers, keep it up! We're almost there with the ghost wrangling.

GREEN RANGER (Tommy) We're holding our own, but we need to cut off that energy source!

ZORDON (over the communicator) The energy is too strong. You must hurry, Rangers!

The GHOSTBUSTERS manage to capture a few more ghosts, but the number seems endless.

BILLY (fidgeting with his gear) Egon, I think we need to boost the power on these packs!

EGON (focused) Already on it, Billy. We can't let Gargantula get any stronger.

PETER (into radio) Rangers, we're going for the big guns. Stand by!

The GHOSTBUSTERS pull up the seven jerry-rigged garbage trucks.

PETER (into radio) Alright, Rangers, we're going full throttle on the ghost wrangling. Hold the line!

The GHOSTBUSTERS synchronize their movements, aiming their proton streams at the swarming ghosts, herding them toward the garbage trucks.

EGON (monitoring the energy levels) The spectral containment is holding.

As the GHOSTBUSTERS manage to corral the last of the ghosts into the garbage trucks, the spectral energy feeding Gargantula diminishes.

RED RANGER (Jason) It's working!

GREEN RANGER (Tommy) We've got to keep it up!

The GHOSTBUSTERS, surrounded by the contained ghosts, watch as the THUNDER MEGAZORD charges its saber with a burst of electricity.

RED RANGER (Jason) Now!

The GHOSTBUSTERS, in unison, fire their boosted proton streams at Gargantula, pinning it down as the THUNDER MEGAZORD leaps into the air.

GREEN RANGER (Tommy) This is it! Thunder Megazord, final strike!

The THUNDER MEGAZORD brings the blazing Thunder Saber down with a powerful swing, slicing through Gargantula's core. The creature lets out an earth-shattering screech as it is cleaved in two, the spectral energy dissipating in a blinding flash.

The GHOSTBUSTERS and POWER RANGERS exchange glances of triumph, their combined efforts having saved the city from a monstrous fate.

PETER (into radio) Well done, Rangers. You guys really know how to throw a party.

RED RANGER (Jason) Couldn't have done it without you, Ghostbusters.

INT. MOON PALACE - CONTROL ROOM

RITA (screeching) What is the meaning of this? Gargantula is defeated?!

ZEDD (sneering) It appears our plan has backfired, my dear.

RITA (furious) Those Rangers and their new allies! We'll destroy them all!

ZEDD (calmly) Patience, Rita. We must regroup and devise a new strategy.

RITA (slams her staff) Very well, Zedd. But next time, no mercy!

ZEDD (nods) We shall not underestimate them again. The battle for Earth's dominion continues.

Their images flicker away in a burst of anger-filled magic, leaving the control room eerily quiet.

INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - MAIN ASSEMBLY HALL

The PEACE CONFERENCE is in full swing. DELEGATES from around the world are engaged in heated discussions, unaware of the battle outside.

MR. CAPLAN (glancing at his watch) Where are Tommy, Jason, Zack, Kimberly, Billy, and Trini?

Just then, the doors burst open. The crowd falls silent as the POWER RANGERS, now in their civilian clothes, enter alongside the GHOSTBUSTERS, all looking slightly disheveled but triumphant.

PETER (waving) Surprise! We brought some friends.

The room erupts in thunderous CHEERS and APPLAUSE. The DELEGATES jump to their feet, recognizing the heroes who saved the city from the recent supernatural crisis. The crowd ROARS with approval as the unlikely allies stand united, symbolizing a new chapter in the history of Earth's defenders.

TOMMY (steps forward, raising his hand for silence) Thank you, Mr. Caplan. We've seen today that when we come together, we can overcome any challenge.

JASON (nods, then speaks) The power we hold as individuals is nothing compared to what we can achieve as a united front.

ZACK (smiling) And just like the diverse threads of a giant web, we're all connected. We're all fighting for the same thing: peace.

KIMBERLY (gently) It's not just about battling monsters or ghosts, it's about understanding each other and working together.

BILLY (clears his throat) In a world filled with so much potential for good, it's our responsibility to be the guardians of that peace.

TRINI (confidently) Today, we stand as a testament that no matter our differences, we can come together to make the world a better place.

The DELEGATES nod, visibly moved by the RANGERS' words. The GHOSTBUSTERS stand proudly beside them, a silent nod of agreement passing between Peter and Jason.

PETER (clapping) Couldn't have said it better myself.

The DELEGATES and the GHOSTBUSTERS join in a round of APPLAUSE, showing their support for the POWER RANGERS' message of unity and peace. The room is filled with a newfound sense of hope and determination.

INT. JFK AIRPORT - DEPARTURE TERMINAL

The POWER RANGERS, now in their civilian clothes, are at the boarding gate, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. The GHOSTBUSTERS approach them, looking slightly out of place amidst the bustling travelers.

PETER (smiling) Well, guys, we weren't gonna let you go without saying goodbye.

The RANGERS turn to face them, expressions filled with gratitude.

JASON Thank you, Peter. We couldn't have done it without you.

KIMBERLY You guys are the best.

BILLY (nervously) And… we won't tell anyone about the ghosts. Promise.

EGON (smiling) Likewise, we'll keep your…extracurricular activities on the down-low.

TOMMY It's been an honor fighting alongside you.

ZACK For sure, man. Who knew ghostbusting and Ranger-ing could be so…cool?

TRINI Definitely an experience we'll never forget.

PETER (puts his hand on Billy's shoulder) Remember, if you ever need help with the supernatural, you know who to call.

BILLY (quickly) Ghostbusters!

They share a laugh, the tension of the battle dissipating in the warmth of friendship.

BILLY And if you ever need help with giant monsters, you know who's got your back.

The GHOSTBUSTERS nod solemnly.

PETER (seriously) We do. And we're always here if you need us.

The RANGERS and GHOSTBUSTERS exchange firm handshakes, knowing that their paths may cross again in the future.

Bulk and Skull, slightly rumpled from their earlier ordeal, shuffle towards the boarding gate. Bulk glances over at the GHOSTBUSTERS, who are chuckling at their goodbye exchange with the RANGERS.

As BULK and SKULL approach the boarding gate, they spot SLIMER oozing through the crowd. Their eyes widen with terror.

SKULL (whispers) B-B-Bulk, what is THAT?

BULK (swallows hard) I think it's one of those…ghosts!

SLIMER notices the two, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. He starts to float towards them.

The RANGERS and GHOSTBUSTERS watch in amusement as BULK and SKULL bolt for the boarding ramp, screaming.

KIMBERLY Oh no, not them again!

JASON Looks like they've found their own little gremlin to deal with.

PETER (laughing) The little spud seems to have made some new friends.

The GHOSTBUSTERS chuckle as they turn to leave, waving goodbye to the RANGERS.

FADE OUT

[skxtchyghost]

rewatching the old ghostbuster movies

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Egon Spengler, Ray Stantz, & Dr. Peter Venkman - Ghostbusters (84)

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Egon?! Answer the question Egon!

(Ghostbusters: Get Real Issue 3)

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live slut reaction or whatever

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SOMEONE. PLEASE DRAW EGON SPENGLER WITH A SHIRT LIKE THIS!!

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Heterochromia Chapter 1

(Ray Stantz X OC)

Pairing: Ray Stantz x F!OC

Summary: 

April Lewis met Dr. Ray Stantz one brisk afternoon in 1982, near the fountain at Columbia University. From the moment the artistic student met the eccentric lecturer, they had become friends; friends with the promise of something more.

As time goes by the two will become closer and closer, inspiring late night conversations, shared holidays, and weeks without leaving the others company.

Despite their differences, the opposite nature of their personalities, the artist, and the scientist can't deny the age old adage: Opposites attract, and sometimes two things so different can come together to make something wonderful.

Takes place before the events of Ghostbusters through the first movie- slow burn.

Words: 4740

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September 1982

The beeping of the alarm clock next to the bed is universally agreed upon to be one of the most annoying sounds in the universe. It rips one from the land between awake and dreams, a place where anything can happen, and where all are truly equal. The shrill beep of the dreaded alarm clock cut through the subconscious, and after a moment of battle between ignoring the sound or giving into it, a slender hand slipped out from beneath the catherine wheel pattern quilt and pressed the button on the top of the alarm clock. Five more minutes of sleep, but sleep was not coming back- finally, against her will, April Lewis slipped out of bed, her feet recoiling at the cool floor. She whined and then reached into the bottom of the bed, reaching around until she was able to pull her rolled up socks from the night before and shove them back onto her feet. 

Hands ran over her face, rubbing the sleep from gray, half lidded eyes, then moved up to run through messy, strawberry blonde hair, running her fingers through it as she yawned widely and then stumbled out of the bedroom- if you could call the over-glorified closet that the apartment manager swore up and down was a bedroom just that- before she moved to the door and opened it to the hall. The sweet somewhat bitter smell of coffee assaulted her senses as she let out a sleepy smile and then made her way to the bathroom, the shower was running and April walked in and lifted the lid of the toilet before pushing down gray cotton shorts and plopping down to do her morning routine. 

“Morning,” Amanda said from inside the shower and April grumbled. “Aww, too early? How late were you up last night?” 

“Not as late as you, what time did you finally turn- turn off your light?” April stifled another yawn as she got some toilet paper and then stood up and flushed. 

“Oh- Every morning?!” 

“Sorry!” she laughed as Amanda shoved the head of the shower away from her. 

“I was up late studying for your information.” 

“The semester just started,” April replied as she got her toothbrush and added some toothpaste before she began to scrub her teeth. 

“And I have the LSATs in five months, which means, I only have five months to study- and as you know, if I want to get into Law School, I need to impress the schools with the best LSAT scores I can get.” 

“Oh please, keep talking about this, it’s like another morning with my parents,” April said sarcastically after spitting into the sink. 

“You better get used to it because I will keep talking about it, thank you.” Amanda said before the water turned off. “Hand me my towel,” 

April grabbed the blue towel and tossed the end of it over the top of the shower. Amanada pulled it in and a moment later she opened the shower curtain and grabbed her hair towel before bending over, flipping her auburn hair into the towel and twisting it up. “What class do you have this morning?” April asked as she began to wash her face, hopefully changing the subject from the LSATs while Amanda walked behind her and grabbed her own blue toothbrush and began to brush her teeth. Amanda began to talk through her mouthful of toothpaste and April smiled slightly as she washed her face off. 

The two had met three years ago as freshmen at Columbia, they had ended up being roommates, and despite how different the two were, they quickly became friends, and through their three years together, that had transformed to best friends. April dried her face off on the end of Amanda’s hair towel, and Amanda laughed as she elbowed April. “Will you get off me?” she asked making April laugh in response. She loved terrorizing her Type-A friend, who despite her annoyance, always let April get away with it. 

After her morning routine of cleaning up and terrorizing Amanda, April went back to her room and changed from her pajamas to a fresh outfit for the day. It was a nice fall day, and she had a class at ten, so with a longing look to her paint-stained t-shirt, she changed into a pair of slacks and a sweater. She tossed on her brown leather jacket and ran a brush through her hair before she separated it and put the hair into braids and threw on a pair of boots to tie the look all together. She bent down and straightened up her bed, and then kicked her disheveled clothes into the pile of other clothes that had to be bagged and taken to the laundromat, before walking again out of her bedroom and down the hall. Whoever said this apartment was a double had a sick sense of humor and after walking out of the bedroom she was already practically in the living room. 

With the biggest window in the apartment, April had taken over the corner closest to the window, her shelf of paints, brushes and a stack of stretched canvases leaned against the wall, the adjustable easel she’d saved for sitting close to the window so she could paint with natural light- or whatever natural light she could since it was so rare that their shitty apartment, tucked in between a bar and a bodega, they were lucky if they got three hours of natural light a day. She stared longingly at the easel as she poured herself some coffee from the percolator and Amanda walked out of her room, dressed smartly and ready for her day. 

“Don’t even think about it Missy,” she said and April rolled her eyes as she sipped her coffee. 

“Yes Mother,” she replied sarcastically. 

“What time is your last class?” 

“Two,” April said, blowing on the steaming coffee softly. 

“Okay, you’ll be home before me,” she said. “If my mom calls, tell her I’m at a class.” 

“Where will you be?” 

“At a class.” April looked away from the easel and scoffed, making Amanda roll her eyes. 

“So basically, if your mom calls- tell the truth?” 

“Yes please,” 

“Got it,” April rolled her eyes before sipping the coffee again. “I think we need a new percolator.” 

“I know, is it just me or is the coffee starting to taste… rusty?” 

“That’s what it is!” April snapped her fingers and Amanda laughed. “Whatever, still better than the campus coffee.” 

“Bodega coffee is better than campus coffee,” 

“No kidding,” April agreed before looking at the clock, they still had twenty minutes before they had to be out the door and she glanced at her easel again. “You know we have like twenty minutes before we have to go…” 

“Absolutely not.” Amanda said and April scoffed. “No! April, you told me you wanted to be better about managing your time this year,” 

“That doesn’t mean I want you to be the supreme overlord of the clock,” 

“Well, tough titties,” 

“God you’re going to be such a great lawyer,” April said dryly and Amanda grinned brilliantly. 

“I know right?” April scoffed at that and then moved around the kitchen, making herself a bagel. The old Italian woman upstairs occasionally would have a fight with her son, and then she’d bake for the entire building, so they had fresh bagels, and April was more than happy to accept the fresh bagels from the old woman. She grabbed the schmear from in the fridge and as she closed it, her eyes landed on a flier for a lecture she’d grabbed when in the bookstore a few days before. 

“Oh, do we still want to go to this lecture tonight?” she asked absentmindedly as she pulled it off of the face of the fridge. 

“Which one?” Amanda asked absently as she looked at her planner. The sight of the planner made April cringe, she hated that thing. 

“It’s uh, the one I found in the bookstore? Architecture and the Effects on the Paranormal?” April read it before smiling slightly. One of her favorite things about college was all of the lectures. She got to learn so much from so many people, and while most of the things had absolutely nothing to do with her major or area of study, this one actually was somewhat close to what she was studying. 

“How the hell do you find these lectures?” Amanda asked with a laugh. 

“I don’t know, this one looked interesting,” April replied as she held the flier out to Amanda who took it and looked it over. 

“Seven pm?” she asked and then shrugged. “Sure, why not?” She agreed and then looked at the clock. “Okay, time to go.” 

“Yes Mother,” April said before gulping down the last few sips of coffee. “Alright, let’s do this.” 

The two women grabbed their bags and headed to the door, keys on the hook by the door, they each grabbed their set and headed out. Amanda locked the door behind them and they started the five minute walk to Columbia. As many problems and as annoying as their apartment was- it was a convenient location. Especially if Amanda got accepted to Columbia University Law School. They did their morning round of their favorite game- try not to get hit crossing Amsterdam Avenue- and headed a few blocks north before arriving on campus. 

“What are you doing for lunch?” 

“I don’t know, I still have my stupid free meal thing, maybe I’ll go get lunch on campus,” April shrugged. 

“Alright, well, want to meet by the fountain around 12:15?” Amanda asked and April nodded. 

“Sounds good,” she said before the two went in their separate directions. 

The morning was like every morning she’d had over the past three years. She went to classes, took notes, but her mind wandered as she thought about her easel. She missed the feeling of her brush moving with the paint, the smell of the oil and turpentine, the feeling of creating. Her parents had agreed that while April was an excellent artist, there was no way they would pay for college if she wanted to study art- forget that she was a straight A student in high school, and forget that she had said her entire life that she wanted to be a painter- so she studied Art History and Architecture. 

She found herself walking by the school of the arts and feeling a pang of jealousy as she watched students carrying around art projects or sketch pads, jealousy and admiration that they had the opportunity to study what they loved. 

Sometimes she’d go sit in on art lectures, act like she was auditing the course, or looking for inspiration for her art history classes, but it depressed her. She went to each First Year Exhibition, and each Thesis Exhibition, staring at the art, rejoicing in their exhibitions, but she couldn’t help the feeling of longing for an experience like that. For someone to guide her art like the students there got. 

Her pencil tapped against the paper in front of her as she listened to the lecturer and then she sighed and cracked her neck.

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When 12 hit, April walked across the campus to the fountain she and Amanda had used as a meetup point for years. She was there early and she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket before she began to pat herself down and groaned when she realized she didn’t have her lighter. 

“Need a light?” a voice drew April from her contemplative state and she turned gratefully to the man who was sitting on the fountain’s edge a few feet from her. 

“Love one,” she accepted and he stood up to walk closer. She stood as well as he pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it. She laid her slender hands over his own large hands and cupped the flame, lighting the tip of her cigarette, inhaling the sweet taste of tobacco, before turning her eyes to the man who stood before her. “Thanks,” 

“No problem- Think I could bum a smoke?” he asked, glancing at the pack between her fingers and she smiled before opening it. 

“It’s only fair right?” she asked and he met her eye for a moment before glancing away with a smile. 

“I don’t know about that,” he said as he reached out and took a cigarette from her pack. “I’m always happy to help,” 

“Me too,” April said as she looked him over, he was older than she was, with rich brown hair and a kind face. He was tall too, not that April was ever considered tall herself, but he was tall. She closed the pack and slipped it back into her jacket pocket. It was a brisk day and she was thankful for his thicker frame blocking her from the chilly breeze. It was getting close to the time when she’d have to break the cold weather clothes from her closet. She glanced at him again, smiling when she realized his eyes were two different colors, one brown and one green, it was subtle but noticeable and she glanced away when he caught her eye. 

“It’s called heterochromia,” he said, correctly guessing what she had been looking at. 

“It’s pretty,” she said and he let out a small chuckle. 

“Ah, well, thank you,” he said before taking a step closer to her. She looked up as he did and he looked down into her eyes. “What color would you call that?” he asked and she smiled slightly. 

“The right one? It’s like a forest green,” she said and he blinked in surprise before he smiled again. “The left one is more like a freckled hazel,” 

“I meant yours,” he said and she shrugged. 

“The lead paint special?” she asked and he laughed. 

“I wouldn’t say that,” he said before he dropped his hand. “Ahem- Sorry,” 

“For what?” she asked as she lifted the cigarette to her lips and took a slow drag. 

“For this,” he said softly before a man came up next to the two. 

“Ray,” the man who approached, had high cheekbones and a pockmarked face. “Ready for lunch?” 

“Ah, yeah,” he nodded. “Just saying goodbye to…” 

“April,” she supplied and he smiled at her softly before nodding. 

“April,” he said before he took a drag of his own cigarette. 

“Well, hello there,” the man who had approached said as he looked her over. “Dr. Peter Venkman, how nice to meet you,” 

“Charmed,” she said flatly before glancing back to the first man- Ray Dr. Venkman had called him. “Thanks for the light,” she said with a little more sincerity in her voice before she turned to leave. 

“One sec,” Ray said to Dr. Venkman. “April,” she turned back to him and he tossed her the lighter he’d used to light her cigarette. 

“What about you?” she asked and he shrugged. 

“Get it back to me sometime,” he said and she smiled before she slipped it into her pocket. 

“I will,” she promised before catching sight of Amanda who was walking over with a few of the people from her study group. “See ya ‘round, Ray,” she said and then turned around and walked over to Amanda who was waving goodbye to Elizabeth Chao. 

“Hey Andre,” April hugged the jheri-curled future lawyer, laughing when he picked her clear off of the ground in a rib crushing squeeze. 

“What’s going on Vicky Van Gogh?” he asked and she snorted at the nickname. 

“You coming to the lecture with us tonight?” she asked and he let out a snort of a laugh. 

“Oh you guys going to another one of your random lectures?” he asked as the three of them started to walk together. 

“That’s the plan, man,” she said and he shook his head. 

“Fraid not, I’ve got a date,” 

“Oooh, with Lawrence again?” April pressed as she took a drag of her smoke. 

“Who wants to know?” he asked with a little spice and she laughed. 

“Me you bitch,” 

“Hey, wanna just go home? We have soup there,” Amanda interjected and April thought about that before nodding. 

“Actually, yeah, it’s cold and I don’t feel like being around underclassmen,” she admitted. 

“Amen,” Andre said and the three walked to the apartment. 

Amanda’s grandma had visited them a few days ago and had brought them a huge pot of this traditional chinese chicken and mushroom soup. She loved to come and cook for them, and April loved that her roommate’s grandmother loved to bring them food. She was tiny and owned a store in Chinatown that April loved going to when they had the time. 

When they got to the apartment, Amanda unlocked the door and the three walked inside before April dropped her bag on the floor and flopped down on the couch. “How have you only been awake for three hours and you’re already this tired?” Amanda asked as she went to the kitchen and pulled the pot of soup out of the fridge. 

“Hey, don’t yell at April, she’s depressed,” Andre said, making April lift her head up. 

“Why the hell would I be depressed?” 

“Because I’ve got a date with Lawrence and you got stuck talking to Dr. Venkman,” he said and she laughed. 

“Oh you saw that huh?” she asked as she laid her head back on the arm of the couch. She could hear Amanda moving around in the kitchen. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I don’t know how you made it this long without having a run in with him.” 

“It’s because she doesn’t spend much time in the Psychology building,” Amanda said knowingly from the kitchen. 

“Is he a professor here?” April asked and he shrugged. 

“He’s a researcher who occasionally teaches a lecture.” Andre explained as he opened his own bag and pulled out a notebook. He opened it and began to study while April looked over at her canvas. It was calling to her so she stood up and slipped her jacket off. 

“Hm,” April said simply. “He has an interesting face.” 

“You know from anyone else, that statement would be kind of weird,” Andre commented. 

“What do you want from me Dre, I notice faces,” she said as she picked up the brush she had set down the night before. It felt right holding it, like an extension of herself, and as she brought it up to the brushstroke she had been working on the night before, she felt the anxiety and the struggle of the day melting away. 

“Who was the guy with him?” he asked as he turned the page on his notebook, and April heard the microwave start to hum. 

“No one tells Grandma I put her soup in the microwave,” Amanda said as she appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. 

“The evil microwave’s gonna get ‘ya,” April giggled before looking at Andre. “Said his name was Ray,” 

“My grandma hates them too,” Andre assured Amanda. “My dad tried to buy her one for christmas- she keeps her bread in it.” 

“Oh boy, hot bread,” April commented and Andre chuckled. 

“Whose name is Ray?” Amanda asked and April glanced back at her before she caught onto what she was asking. 

“That guy? With Dr. Venkman?” she said. 

“Oh,” she said simply as April dipped her brush back into the paint. “Who is he?” 

“I don’t know, he’s just some guy, gave me a light,” she shrugged. 

“Hm, that’s nice.” 

“Yeah,” April said simply. 

The three ate their lunch happily and when Amanda and Andre decided it was time to go back to campus, April put her paintbrush down and stared at the canvas. “It’s coming together,” Andre said and she smiled at him gratefully. 

It was only another hour and a half she had to survive before she could come home and paint for hours uninterrupted. 

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When April’s last class of the day let out she hightailed it home and bought a pack of cigarettes and a new lighter from the bodega before she went up to the apartment. She opened the blinds, turned on her turntable and flipped through her record collection before she pulled out a well loved copy of Pearl by Janis Joplin before she put it on the turntable and dropped the needle on the album. 

She stood at the canvas finally as Janis’ rough, crooning voice filled the apartment and overtook her senses, and finally, she got to work. 

At around six thirty Amanda came out of her room, and watched April as she painted for a few minutes, until the feeling of her roommate’s eyes on her finally distracted her from what she was working on. “What’s up?” 

“Just seeing how deep into it you are,” she explained. “You still want to go to the lecture?” 

“Ah,” April cast a glance at the clock before she nodded. “Yeah, give me like ten minutes to clean up and we can head out.” 

“Sounds good,” Amanda said as April looked at the painting. 

Yeah she was at a good stopping point for now, and with that confident knowledge, she set her paintbrush down and walked back to her bedroom. She had changed some time ago into her usual painting shirt, and she slipped her trousers back on before pulling on a fresh, green shirt. 

Boots were returned to feet, and she grabbed a hair clip from the dish on her dresser she kept them in. She twisted her hair up into a simple twist and clipped it before she walked out of her bedroom and stopped in the bathroom. Once she’d used the bathroom and washed her hands, she threw on a quick lipstick and then walked out to grab her leather jacket. She slid into it and slipped her hands in her pockets before her fingers wrapped around the lighter from earlier that day. 

“Ready?” Amanda asked and April nodded. “Keys?” 

“The hell do I need keys for, you have yours,” 

“Okay, fair,” she agreed and the two walked out of the apartment. The temperature was dropping still, and April let out a shiver before she leaned against the wall to their door and watched as Amanda locked the door. 

“It’s getting too cold for nightime lectures,” April said. 

“Like they care,” Amanda commented as she slipped her hands into her pockets and the two started to walk. 

“Right?” April mumbled as they walked. “Hey what are those things in grandma’s soup?” 

“The goji berries?” 

“Are those the red things?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Yeah, what the hell are goji berries?” April asked and Amanda laughed as they walked. 

“It’s used a lot in Eastern cooking. Grandma says they’re good for your eyes and they protect you from cancer,” 

“Huh,” she said as they crossed Amsterdam. “So I’m hearing Chinese food is health food.” 

“Don’t think you can eat a box of fried rice and call that eating clean,” Amanda replied and April grinned. 

“What if I put goji berries in it?” 

“Shut up,” Amanda replied, making them both laugh. 

When they got to the lecture hall April noticed the flier was taped to the window on the door and she pointed at it. “Think this is the place?” 

“Why do I still come to these stupid things?” Amanda whispered to herself and April laughed. 

“Because you like hanging out with your stupid roommate,” she said as they walked into the lecture hall together. 

The first lecturer was a stiff, tall man with curly hair and glasses who spoke in a flat, controlled way, spouting off statistics and theories about different things. April was hardly paying attention though because when Dr. Spengler had come in, he hadn’t been alone, he was joined by the man from the fountain, Ray. April had perked up when she’d seen him, and when he saw her, he had smiled. 

About halfway through the lecture, Dr. Spengler introduced Ray, though he introduced him as Dr. Stantz, and Dr. Stantz began to talk. Immediately the mood in the room shifted and April smiled as she listened to him talk, the hand that had been sketching stilled, he was much less focused, but much more passionate about the subject matter, and she found she liked listening to him. 

Before she knew it, the lecture was over and people were making their way out. She looked at Amanda who looked relieved and she leaned in. “Dr. Stantz is the guy from the fountain earlier,” she whispered. 

“Hm,” she said as she looked him over. “I wonder what he’s a doctor of,” 

“One way to find out,” April said as she got up and walked over to the two men with a smile. “That was a fascinating lecture,” she said as she looked at the two. 

“Thank you,” Dr. Spengler said and she smiled at him before glancing at Ray. 

“Dr. Stantz, I have something of yours,” she drew the lighter from her pocket and held it out to him and he smiled softly as he held a hand up. 

“No, please, keep it.” 

“I bought one this afternoon,” she assured him as she continued holding the lighter out. 

“So keep it as a spare,” he said. “Honestly, it’s so rare I get to help someone like that, a thirty five cent lighter is a small price to pay,” 

“Well,” April said with a grin. “Thanks,” she said as she slipped the lighter back into her pocket. 

“So, you um, come to lectures like this often?” he asked and she sighed as she shrugged, her hands still in her pockets. 

“I don’t know about often,” she said. “But uh, whenever I find something that sounds even vaguely interesting, I try and check it out,” 

“And this one caught your eye?” 

“It seemed vaguely interesting,” she confirmed and he laughed before nodding. 

“Yeah?” he asked, mismatched eyes sparkling. “And how did it live up?” 

“I…” she paused, biting her lip as she thought about what to say. “I liked the second half,” she nodded. “I actually am doing my senior thesis on the evolution of artistic influence in architecture, and the way it differs across the country- so I think it would be fun to throw in a little bit about the effects of the paranormal on different types of architecture,” she said making him raise his eyebrows. 

“That’s really interesting,” he said as he stepped a little closer. “I have a really fascinating book about the different types of architectural influence in relation to paranormal customs and beliefs around the world,” 

“Oh I bet that’s fascinating,” April said, not noticing the almost identical looks she and Ray were getting from Dr. Spengler and Amanda. 

“If you’d like, we can swing over to the lab and pick it up,” he offered. “I’d be happy to lend it to you,” 

“I-” 

“Have an early lecture,” Amanda cut her off and both Ray and April looked at Amanda, April had admittedly forgotten that Amanda was there, and she blushed slightly before glancing back at Ray and then back at Amanda. “And you didn’t bring your keys,” she reminded April who groaned softly. 

“Hey, no problem- I’ll take a rain check,” Ray said and she smiled at him gratefully. 

“Thanks,” she said as she glanced back at him. “I’ll definitely find you for that rain check though,” 

“I hope so,” he said before glancing at Amanda. “Thanks for coming to the lecture tonight.” 

“Uh-huh,” Amanda said before putting her hand on April’s arm and pushing her gently towards the door. “Have a good night.” 

“Nice to see you again April,” Ray called as April looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. 

“You too!” she said as she was pushed from the room. As they walked out of the building she huffed out a sigh and looked at Amanda. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

“It was the truth- you didn’t have your keys, and you know if you went with him, you wouldn’t come home for hours, and I’m not losing sleep because you got home crazy late,” 

“You’re the woooorst,” April groaned as they walked down the steps to the building together. 

“You’ll get over it,” Amanda said bluntly, making April laugh. It was true, she could never stay upset at Amanda and she sighed as they walked home together, the entire time her fingers turned the lighter around in her pocket. 

[peachy-wafflez]

They are v weird uncle and weird niece coded to me

[notquitecanon]

Tell 'em bout the Twinkie // Dr. Egon Spengler x extroverted!Reader

Summary: Egon takes care of you after a long night on the town with the other Ghostbusters. While somethings are always the same, you surprise him yet again.

I found this hand written in a notebook from two years ago while I was cleaning so I figured id type it up and post it since there wasn't much new stuff in the tag. Dinner is served.

Warnings: alcohol use, drunk reader, sober Egon (obvi), descriptions of scraped knees and cut hands, blood mention, and first aid. Lots and lots and lots of fluff. Possible cringe. shameless use of Twinkie as an emotional allegory

Dr. Egon Spengler was enjoying a rare night of quiet in the firehouse. Janine had scheduled the whole week around the entire group being free tonight. Peter had insisted a little R&R was due in spades. And for Egon that meant spending a quiet night in, lackadaisically charting his mold and fungus, and catching up on relevant literature at his leisure. 

But for the rest of the Ghostbusters staff, it meant going out to a nearby bar for drinks and music. That included you, the Ghostbusters resident research analyst (as you were listed on their payroll). 

You had been hesitant to leave Egon alone, especially on one of the few nights you wren’t working to the wee hours of the morning or having dinner interrupted by what Winston had dubbed the "bust alarm". Still, the scientist encouraged you to join the others, knowing deep down you wanted to go. 

One of the many reasons he admired you was your easy and outgoing nature, your desire to be out in the world. Due to his introverted and nose in his book habits (even worse when he was in college), your extroverted demeanor was probably the only reason you had managed to befriend him. And because he admired it and profoundly enjoyed your company, he never Egon ever wanted to be the reason you didn’t do the things you wanted to. 

However, that didn’t mean he had the slightest inclination to join you in a Friday night crowded bar: packed with sweaty people he didn’t want to touch, drinks he didn’t want to drink, loud music he didn’t want to hear, smoky air he didn’t want to breath, and sticky countertops he didn’t want to sit at. And that’s just the reasons he got out before Peter gave up trying to convince him. 

So, he was content to gently push you towards the door with the assured promise he’d be happily waiting with for your return with leftover takeout- both of your favorite ways to end a late night since meeting each other as Grad Students. Nothing better than cold noodles after coming home little drunker than you meant to- and well, Egon didn’t drink but did enjoy an excuse for a late night snack (and an excuse to be close to you).

And with the firehouse still and quiet, Egon was enthused, seeing how ectoplasm interacted and affected the growth of his molds, making mental notes to show you. 

Aspergillums wouldn’t grow at all, actively decaying at ectoplasmic contact. Cladosporium both grew and decayed erratically with Ecto contact, creating a cascading starburst affect. Alternaria first grew at unprecedented rates but wouldn’t produce spores. Penicillin frew at normal rates but produced an odd smell. Fusarium grew rapidly and abundantly at first but died off just as rapidly. 

"Spengie!" A recklessly loud shout, Peter no doubt, echoed from the main entrance, "You gotta marry this girl!” 

And thus his quiet night was suddenly over- con. But it meant you were home- pro! Venkman's shout was accompanied by the sound of quick footwork stomping and scuffing above him, and Egon could imagine him doing a little spin around the fire pole. It was Winston’s voice that following in scolding. 

"Peter if you don’t shut the hell up, I will leave you at the bottom of the stairs for the night. We both know you won’t make it up by yourself.” His voice was a warning, but Venkman’s voice was cheeky. 

"After all we’ve been through, Zeddemore?” 

"Especially after all we’ve been through.” 

Egon smirked at his friend’s antics, shaking his head as he removed the Trichoderma slide from the microscope, encapsulated it, labeled it, and sorted it into his hobby file base. A well practiced move as a set of footsteps clunked down the stairs to him. His eyebrows twitched. 

Those weren’t your footsteps. 

And while he loved his friends dearly, they had gotten your company and attention all night. Despite his insistence on your outing, he was feeling uncharacteristically territorial about his night time traditions with you. 

"I’d knock but I don’t have a hand." Ray’s voice called out, sounding three quarters of the way down, chipper tone underplayed by a touch of strain. His steps were unaccompanied and you hadn’t called out to him yet- not even a good night. Had you decided to skip takeout all together in favore of crashing on the upstairs couch? If anything, the couch he had in the basement would be better for your REM cycle. Not to mention Egon was also in the basement.

Nonetheless, Egon answered, inviting him into the lab as he rose from his work stool. Finally, Ray turned the corner, silently answering all the scientist’s questions. Because there you were, wrapped around Ray’s back like a proton pack, your own jacket hanging behind the both of you like a cape, your purse on Ray’s shoulder, and shamefully useless shoes in his hand. Rays arms looped under your lax knees, and your arms were loosely around his neck like the worlds drunkest scarf. Meanwhile, your face had tucked into Ray’s neck, between your arm and his collar, now smudged with your lipstick. 

There was a momentary flash of jealousy until it was squashed by Egon’s sudden attention to your knees. He tensed, seeing a patch of blood on both knees, staining ripped tights and dripping to your ankles. There was a more subtle smudge of injury on both of your palms. 

"What happened?" Egon’s voice was clipped, zeroing in on your wounds as he crossed the lab, suddenly much more worried that you hadn’t even twitched. You were breathing deeply, but hand’t made a sound…

Ray had been expecting this reaction and kept a calm face, "Just took a little tumble, Spengler, see?” 

With that, he shook one of the arms holding your legs, jostling you enough to rouse you a little. Without looking up, one of your bloody hands weakly formed a thumbs up before going limp again. Egon looked between your hand and Ray’s face in a mix of disbelief, worry, and irritation. Stantz swallowed thickly, shifting from foot to foot under his friend’s discerning gaze. 

"That didn’t answer my question, Raymond.”

It only took one more cold look for Ray to start rambling the truth.

"Awww, don’t Raymond me, Spengs, it was all Peter’s fault, honest! It was like graduation weekend all over again. Venkman wanted a rematch, and, you know, (Y/N) had just enough to drink that she was feeling competitive. They agreed to the same stakes as last time and since you weren’t there (Y/N) placed a bet on your behalf." Ray explained quickly, not managing to hide his happy smile as he moved to gingerly deposit you on the couch. Egon was following like a shadow, taking great care to keep your head from falling back uncomfortably. Graduation Weekend had been the last time you had been carried home like this, only Egon had done the carrying that weekend, after going shot-for-shot with Venkman. After that and the subsequent hangover, you had vowed to 'grow up' and never get too drunk to walk for yourself. Until tonight apparently, Egon mused, brushing some hair out of the dried sweat on your forehead and noting your breathing, heavy but shallow. Not unusual after alcohol consumption. As Ray unlatched your knee from his hip, he perked up, "On the bright side, Peter’s cleaning the soot out of the Proton packs’ exhaust vents for a month! Lost on a technicality.”

"Hmmm." Egon hummed, adjusting you into a more comfortable sitting position as you slowly started to wake up, "Get the first aid kit for me?” 

"Sure thing." 

Egon watched your slow, scrunched blinks and how you slowly lifted your head to look at him, squinting before deadpanning until the blurry shape came into focus. It was hard to be irritated with you when your flushed face broke out into an unabated, silly grin, half lidded eyes brightening as you called in sleepy excitement, "Egon!" 

Spengler took the opportunity to analyze the dilation of your pupils-  glassy and dilated, but responsive. Good. He offered you a dry smile to appease you as Ray put the first aid kit beside you. In his other hand were three bottle- another college tradition. A non-FDA approved electrolyte and mineral enriched drink, formulated by Egon when he lived with Peter who was insufferable when hungover. Venkman called it "Liquid Rewind" and begged Egon to patent and copy right it, only after convincing him to add flavoring to mask the terribly bitter taste. 

Spengler nodded a thank you as he plucked the red one from Ray’s hand, giving it to you. Ray watched you pressed the chilled bottle against your warm cheek. This left the already opened grape to Ray who sported a purple ring around his mouth and orange for Peter. 

"Egon, red is Pete’s favorite." Ray pointed out as Egon started unpacking the first aid kit.

"I know." 

"He hates orange." Ray reminded him. 

"I know." 

Ray nodded slowly, he knew how petty Egon could be when he was irritated, and he didn’t plan to attract the scientist’s wrath. Instead, he cheerfully patted Egon’s shoulder and moved towards the staircase, "Alrighty then, she’s all yours now. G’nite, Spengs." 

"Goodnight, Ray. Thanks for getting her home.”

"Well, she sure didn’t make it easy. For a research analyst, she’s pretty slippery." Ray laughed, mostly to himself as he shuffled up the stairs most likely to the bunk room while Spengler pulled on a pair of medical rubber gloves. Egon also knew this from experience- Graduation Weekend he had also done the chasing when you pulled honestly impressive feats of escapism. Now, alone in the lab, Egon was kneeling in front of you in record time. 

He took the first aid scissor and made quick work of ripping off your already shredding tights with such an efficiency that if you were in your right mind you probably would have been too flustered to think straight. 

Egon ignored your little noise of protest, attractive scientist or not, those had been your good tights. The scientists offered you a cocked eyebrow as he rolled the tights down your legs. You simply sighed as he started gentle strokes to clean the blood off you now bare skin.

"Did you have to give Ray such a hard time?” 

The scolding was playful even though delivered with his usual level of directness, still, even drunk you knew him well enough that it made you smile. 

"Well, I was actually giving Peter a rough time, Ray just happened to be collateral damage." Sleep was starting to wear off, leaving your words only a little slurred, as if you were taking great efforts to make sure they were clear. 

"And what did Peter do to deserve your ire this time?" Egon dousing some gauze with antiseptic. He didn’t flinch at the acrid scent, and usually you wouldn’t either, but this time your nose scrunched as Egon moved in even closer. However, you didn’t flinch in the slightest when he started dabbing at the shredding parts of your knees. Instead, you took the chance to appreciate the view of the good doctor kneeling in front of you, overhead lights casting a halo on his dark curls. It would be the perfect distance to lazily run gentle fingers through those curls. You seriously contemplated, but decided not to. You didn’t want to get blood in his pretty, soft hair. Wait- you were supposed to be answering his question… 

"Made an uncouth comment." You sniffed as Egon moved to the next knee to clean the scrape. He hummed again noticing your non answer but not commenting- one problem at a time.  

"Most of his comments are uncouth." He pointed out, pausing to smirk up at you, sighing in relief when you giggled. The was a comfortable pause as Egon focussed in on the deepest gash, but not for long.

"How is the ectoplasm variant going?" You asked after going quiet long enough that Egon wondered if you had fallen back asleep. 

"I’ll have to show you tomorrow. I want your thoughts." Egon informed, a slight smile and point of pride that you had inquired after his work even in your current state as he dabbed antibiotic cream on your knees, "The Cladosporium is behaving particularly erratic." 

"Ugh, my bet was on the Asparagus." You sighed, prodding at the edge of one of the deeper cuts at the top of your knee. Egon gently, but sternly, nudged your hand away, giving you a warning eyebrow before taping large bandage on over one knee. 

"Aspergillus." He correct, almost sounding amused as he moved to the next knee, applying the bandage with just as much care, "Hands." 

"Yes, doctor." You teased, offering both your palms. Egon gently took your left in his larger hand, using his other to repeat the same process. These scrapes were much less deep, mainly superficial, a product of catching yourself before your head hit the pavement, your knees had taken the brunt of it, but Egon was nothing if not thorough. It was quick work to clean and bandage both palms. 

"There, that should prevent an infection." Spengler informed you, holding both of your treated hands in his after disposing of his gloves, he gave them a quick, tender squeeze before pressing the bottle of red ~liquid rewind~ into your grasp, quickly cracking the lid off for you, "Drink that." 

"You know I’m not even that drunk." You scoffed, giving him a playful glare but obeying anyway, taking a long pull of the bottle, only stopping to swallow and breathe before going back in. This time both of his brows were raised as he stood, taking the trash from his impromptu clinic to the nearest bin. 

"How much have you had to drink, exactly?" 

You thought to yourself for a second, raising your eyes to the ceiling and mouthing numbers before tallying them on your fingers while you mentally replayed the night. Egon waited expectantly as he removed his lab coat, getting increasingly more concerned the longer the tally went on. 

"Lets see…. approximately pi cubed divided in half times 1.5, minus six." 

Egon didn’t even have to think about the calculation, instead being bewildered by the sheer amount of liquor you had managed to imbibe. His voice raised just a bit, mostly in disbelief and concern, "17 drinks?! (Y/N)." 

His disbelief sounded more like frustration to you, and your lip wobbled a bit as you lurched forward, regretting the sudden move but powering through as your eyebrows knitted up, looking up to the scientist pleading, voice a whine, "Don’t be mad." 

Egon shook his head with a deep sigh, catching your hand as you reached for him.

"I’m not mad. Surprised you’re coherent? Yes. Impressed at your current equational prowess? Definitely."  He listed as you weakly pulled him back towards you. Egon nudged the forgotten red stained bottle, "C’mon, a little more." 

After a long swallow, you nodded, "Well, after I slipped the boys, I made it pretty far uptown before they found me-" 

You had started almost sheepishly, this time expecting Egon’s crinkled eyebrows and interruption. 

"They lost you?" He repeated lowly, but you just shrugged, squeezing his hand as you continued your tale. 

"Only for an hour, but it was a long walk back home. Well, it was for Ray at least. So I had plenty of time to workshop my math, Ray doublechecked it for me. And I still had time for a nap." You seemed pretty proud of yourself. Egon opened his mouth, eyebrows raising then falling as his mouth closed. 

"I see. Is there a particular reason you needed to escape?" 

"Noooo…."You dragged out, using his hand to pull yourself out of you slouched sitting, using him to keep yourself steady. Egon didn’t budge, allowing the contact. His head cocked ever so slightly to the side, looking at you over the rim of his glasses. You crumbled instantly, "Yes." 

With an innocent smile, you fished into your jacket pockets, patting yourself down with increasing franticness, "I kept going until I could find a 24 hour bodega." 

"You ran off inebriated by yourself in the middle of the night to a late night convenience store in New York City? This neighborhood is basically a demilitarized zone. We’re definitely going to have to discuss that." He muttered, checking you over for any injuries he or Ray might have missed. You were undeterred by his scolding because you had found whatever you had been searching for.  

"Well, where else was I gonna find these at this hour?" You asked earnestly, revealing two only slightly squished Twinkie's. It was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, "What? Did you think I would forget about our late night snack?”

You were interrupted by a overpowering yawn, eyes suddenly drooping, "Gonna be honest though, don’t think cold Thai food is a great move for me at the moment. 

Egon took the slightly squished confection out of your hand, giving it an appraising gaze, before breaking into that signature sideways smile as you leaned into his chest. With all the secrets of the night in the open, you didn’t have much else fighting to keep you awake. Egon his arms around your back, using one hand to rub soothing circles on your back. The good doctor allowed you to stay like that, his cheek pressed against the top of your head. As your breathing slowed, more and more of your weight slumped against him. 

Egon didn’t mind, finally getting that close contact he’d been waiting all night for. Instead, he stared down at the twinkie in his hand. The cream was squeezing out of the sponge cake and smearing onto the crinkled plastic wrapper, but you had ventured countless blocks out of your way, escaping three of New York’s ghostbusters, just to pick up something you knew he’d like.  Even with 17 drinks actively shrinking your neurons, you were always so thoughtful. 

Egon was well aware of how much his friends loved him, and he would always be grateful for finding each of them. But there was always just something different about your love. If Egon possessed a more artistic disposition, he might describe it as a warm ocean wave washing over a beach. Gentle, yet unstoppable. All encompassing. He wasn’t quite sure what he had done to deserve someone like you to love him like you did, but whatever it was he’d do it a thousand times over- even if it meant cleaning you up after a long night out on the town. 

"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked quietly, feeling you nod into his chest . His sweater was soft against your cheek and he smelled as wonderful as always: earthy yet clean and the slightest hint of something smoky like a full trap or lab experiment gone wrong. After a deep inhale you nodded again through another yawn. 

"Mmmhm. ‘missed you though." Your voice had slowed back down to its sleepy, slow tone that Egon would never admit to loving as much as he did, the warmth of him and quiet lulling you. You were fighting to stay afloat, but Egon’s thumbs working slow circles into your back were winning as he answered. 

"I missed your company as well." 

-

And it was later, when you had fallen into a deep unbothered sleep on the lab’s couch after stealing one of Egon’s t-shirts- the ones he would wear under his jumpsuit-, and using his lab coat as a blanket, that Egon thought about all this, taking a slow bite of his slightly squished gift.

Peter was right. One day, he needed to marry you.

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so I tried two somethings new. 1.) tried writing this more from his perspective, which isn't something I really do with any character. 2.) Paired him with a more extroverted out going reader, because I feel like we usually see him paired with more introverted types

anyways I typed this up at 3 am after crying for five hours so please excuse any typos.

[sweetstanz]

Here you go Spengler fans! Who would have thought a blonde pompadour and red glasses would have made a very distinguished scientist? 🤗

[thirteens-pocket-watch]

One of my favourite things about Ghostbusters is that at the beginning in the library, Peter introduces himself as Dr. Venkman and Ray as Dr. Stantz but then Egon as just Egon. Like why

[benx101cool]

Ghostbusters (2013) Issue 3. This made me laugh a bit here. Kinda expected Venkman to make a "we're not in Kansas anymore" joke here.

[egonspenglerectoplasm]

That smile... 🔥