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Flip City - Sued

Author's Note: This rewrite of my original sequel is heavily inspired by Channel Awesome's video on how they would fix the Ghostbusters 2 movie. I'm going to use roughly the same plot points from that video because it's more appealing to me as a writer, but I'm going to make it my own with Genevieve's relationships with everyone, especially Egon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Dana Barrett walked down the streets of New York, her heels clicking against the city pavement. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a gentleman selling today's paper. She stopped to read the headline "Ghostbusters V. The State of New York, Trial Today". She stopped in front of the small stand and picked up a copy, quickly skimming through the first few paragraphs.

The man poked his head up from reading his own paper. He took a deep sigh before speaking. "Drives me nuts, ya know? Those guys put their lives on the line for the city and how do we repay them? By suing the shit out of them. Property damage be damned, they saved my life and my family's lives, as well as countless others, that should be enough."

Dana smiled softly, "Yeah, I know what you mean."

The man took another sigh, "Man, I wouldn't wanna be them right now."

"Well, it's not that fun for me either." She replied.

"Why do you say that?" He asked.

"I'm engaged to one of them."

Across the city, in a courtroom full of people, The Ghostbusters sat waiting for the trial to begin. Genevieve sat in the audience in the front row, leaning over the railing to speak with Egon and the others.

"Where the hell is Dana? She's a key witness." Genevieve whispered to the four boys, frantically looking back at the doors, waiting for Dana to come running in any second.

"Relax, she'll be here." Egon reassured her.

Genevieve shut her eyes tighter than she ever did before, shaking her head slightly, as if when she opened them again, this whole mess would be gone, and things would be how they were before. But when she opened them, all she saw was Egon's worried expression. "I can't lose you, Egon."

"You won't." He spoke.

She shook her head again. "It's hard enough having to deal with the aftermath of having my entire mind and body taken over by a Babylonian god and watching from the front row as I almost killed everyone I loved. But to sit here and watch the four most important people in my life get locked up for fixing MY mess, I can't do it."

"Sumerian." He corrected, making Genevieve look at him puzzlingly. "You said Babylonian, Gozer is a Sumerian god. Gosh, you should know that above all." He teased, earning a sly smile from her otherwise worried expression.

"Well, when you suddenly get possessed, your main focus isn't what kind of god they are. So, excuse me for my ignorance." She quipped back. Her attention suddenly shot back to the matter at hand. She looked her wristwatch, showing her there were only five minutes until the trial began. She tapped Peter on the shoulder, "Venkman, where is Dana?"

Peter turned around, still looking unimpressed even though his whole future depended on the trial. "Dunno, she's supposed to be on her way. And by the way, would you cool it, Gozy? You stressing back there isn't helping us. We got enough on our plate. We're pretty much royally screwed with our attorney."

Genevieve looked confused until Louis Tully came stumbling into the courtroom. His arms full overflowing with documents and folders, almost dropping a few as he approached the Ghostbusters. With all of them being strapped for cash, he was the best they could do. He dropped his things on the table with a loud thud then leaned into the group, quietly and worriedly whispering, "I think you guys are making a huge mistake. I got my law degree at night school."

"That's alright, Louis, most of this happened at night," Ray said, promptly slamming his head on the table afterward.

The judge banged his gavel a couple of times, gaining everyone's attention. The Ghostbusters looked over to the prosecution and saw Walter Peck sitting with a few other lawyers, a smug smile plastered across his face.

"Before we begin this trial I want to one thing very clear. The law does not recognize the existence of ghosts. I don't believe in them either. Don't wanna hear a lot of malarkey about goblins and spooks and demons. We're gonna stick to the facts in this case and leave the ghost stories to the kiddies, understood?" the judge spoke, taking off his reading glasses and fixing his documents.

Winston scoffed, turning towards the others, "Sounds like a pretty open minded guy."

"They call him 'The Hammer'." Egon replied. Genevieve groaned and placed her head in her hands, her hope fading away with each second. Egon turned around, gently lifting her head up and caressing her cheek. "It'll be okay, no matter what. I love you."

She smiled into his hand, kissing it gently, "I love you too."

The gavel came down again, "All right, all right, let's get on with it."

Louis nervously approached the judge, fixing his glasses messily before speaking, his voice wavering with anxiety. He cleared his throat before speaking again, "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the- of the audience. I don't think it's fair to call my clients frauds! Okay, so the blackout was a big problem for everybody, okay? I was stuck in an elevator for two hours and I had to make the whole time. But I don't blame them! Because one time I turned into a dog and they helped me. Thank you."

Chuckles were heard echoing in the courtroom and Louis held his head down in shame, walking back over to the Ghostbusters.

"Very good, Louis. Short but pointless." Egon said.

The trial seemed to drag on. City rep after city rep went on and on about the damages and costs the Ghostbusers caused. Walter Peck went on his usual spiel, claiming the Ghostbusters were frauds and no good liars. Louis made a fool of himself, Peter couldn't care less in his testimony, Ray cared more than anyone.

Egon couldn't even focus on what was being said, all he could hear was Genevieve's foot bob anxiously behind him. She hasn't been the same since Gozer. Sure, he was overjoyed to finally be in a romantic relationship with her, and she felt the same. But even that wasn't enough to stop the panic attacks, the nightmares, the anxiety that followed her every day. And he couldn't do much to help. He was stuck watching the love of his life morph into a shell of her former self, and it not only broke his heart, but it scared him beyond belief. Would she ever be that girl again? Or is this the new norm?

Below the city where the old Van Horn station used to be, a blood-red river of slime flowed directly below them. Churning and pulsating, fueled by the fear of every New Yorker, which nowadays, there seems to be a lot of. As the trial came to a close, the slime began to travel upwards, inching its way closer and closer to the surface, fueled by the fear and anxiety of the five Ghostbusters and the judge began to read the verdict.

"Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Winston Zeddemore, Egon Spengler, stand up. Get up! You too, Mr. Tully. I find you guilty on all charges! I order you to pay fines in the amount of $25,000 each! I sentence you to eighteen months in the city correctional facility at Rikers Island! On a more personal note, let just me go on record as saying that there is no place for fakes, charlatans and tricksters like you in decent society! You prey upon the gullibility of innocent people!  And believe me, if my hands were not tied by the unalterable fetters of the law! And I would indulge in the tradition of our illustrious forbears reach back, to a purer, sterner justice, and have you burned at the stake!" The judge roars, fully rising from his seat with the last sentence.

As soon as the judge finished reading, or screaming, the verdict, the slime had finally penetrated the surface, slipping through a crack that lay directly beneath the judge. A loud explosion made the entire courtroom shake and a bright ray of light revealed two cackling ghosts, one tall and lanky, the other short and stout. Full-blown chaos broke out, people began screaming and ran out the doors, leaving only the Ghostbusters, Louis, the judge, and Walter Peck in the room.

The eight of them quickly ran for cover, trying to find a way out. The judge cried out to the Ghostbusters, "It's the Scoleri Brothers! I tried them for murder, gave them the chair! You gotta do something!"

"Why don't you tell them you don't believe in ghosts?" Egon quipped.

The ghosts cackled louder, chasing more people out the courtroom. The judge looked white as a ghost, shaking with fear, "You gotta do something, help me!"

"Don't talk to me, talk to my attorney." Ray said.

"And that's me! My guys are still under a judicial mistrangement order! That blue thing I got from her! They could be exposing themselves!" Louis said, waving documents in the judge's face.

"And you don't want us exposing ourselves!" Peter added, making Egon and Winston roll their eyes.

Walter Peck intervened, "Your honor, you can't actually be considering this."

As the judge, Peck, and the other Ghostbusters all argued with one another, Egon turned around to see Genevieve, shaking and holding onto herself tight. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She quickly grabbed onto him, holding on as tight as she could.

"I can't do this, Egon. I can't be a Ghostbuster." she said into his chest, a tear escaping her eye.

He held her close, stroking her auburn hair gently. "I'm afraid we don't have a choice, darling." He pulled her back so he could look at her in the eyes as he spoke. "We are the only ones who can stop things like this from happening. And you, Genevieve Stratford, are one of the bravest people I know. You have to take that fear and channel it into something deeper, something bigger than us, something that can light that fire in you and make you strong. Do you think you can do that for me?"

He saw the confliction in her eyes, but still, she nodded. "You're right, you're always right."

He smiled, "And I promise you, I won't let anyone, or anything hurt you, ever again, okay?"

She nodded again, "Okay, I trust you."

By the time Egon got a remnant of the old Genevieve back, Peck was being ushered away by the judge and the remaining Ghostbusters began walking towards their proton packs. They all suited up, groaning as they pulled the heavy proton packs over their backs.

"Oh… oh, I always hated this part of the business. You know, it's been a couple of years since we used this stuff. I hope it still works." Peter said, groaning as he adjusted the pack on his back.

"It should. The power cells have a half-life of five thousand years." Egon said, situating his and Genevieve's packs.

"Well, there's no time for a bench test! Heat em up!" Ray said excitedly.

Peter was the first to switch his on, a low musical hum ringing out. He smirked and sang, "Doe..."

Ray followed suit, smiling and joining in with a "Re..."

Egon followed, adding "Egon!". The others looked at him, but he just smirked, proud of his play on words.

The room began to vibrate with that familiar uneasy feeling whenever a ghost was present. Chairs soon began to fly up in the air, moving quickly towards the five Ghostbusters.

Ray quickly opens fire, the others following but they all miss. The Scoleri reveal themselves briefly then disappear. Thinking the job was already done, they slowly broke out into quiet chuckles and giggles. Peter got cocky and began to imitate the fat brother, but was caught off by the Scoleri joining in on the laughter, revealing themselves again.

Peter quickly fired and got a good grip on the fatter brother. "Come on big boy! Let's go! Let's go! I'm gonna take you home to my private zoo!"

"You got him! You got him! Spengie, bring out the trap!" Ray shouts excitedly.

The tall one, quickly flew behind Ray and Winston, catching Egon's attention as he grabbed the trap. "Behind you, Ray!"

Ray and Winston fired, catching it in a tight confinement stream. Genevieve ran towards Peter, seeing him struggle with the fatter brother. She fired and her proton stream wrapped around the waist of the ghost, dancing in harmony with Peter's confinement stream around the ghoul's legs. The two teams began to herd the ghosts towards where Egon was setting up the trap.

Before Egon activated the trap, both of the Scoleri brothers' heads turned to face Genevieve. In two deep and strangled voices they roared, "Join us, Genevieve."

Her eyes widened and she sceamed, "The trap, Egon!"

He quickly activated it, the portal blinding the five as the Scoleri Brothers got sucked into the trap.

The four boys laughed triumphantly, huddling around the trap. Genevieve was laughing too but was still trying to register what those ghosts just said to her. No ghost had ever spoken to her, let alone know her name. Egon held out his hand, and she accepted it, joining the huddle.

"Two in the box!" Ray began.

"Ready to go!" Peter and Winston chimed in.

"We be fast!" Egon and Genevieve added.

"And they be slow!" They all cheered.

They walked out of the courtroom, greeted by hundreds of reporters and onlookers. As Peter declared their victory, Genevieve stood back, trying to grapple the ghosts' message, "Join us." Egon looked over to her, giving her a reassuring smile. She returned it, smiling at the reporters and at Ray as he cheered triumphantly, but the Scoleri Brother's voices still echoed in her head.

"Join us, Genevieve."

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flip city

omg hi everyone (if anyone still reads what i write). safe to say i am BACK in the ghostbusters phase currently. and i am gonna plan on rewriting flip city.

i watched channel awesome's video on how they would change gb2 and i love their plot idea so much im gonna rewrite flip city inspired by that plot.

here are the important bullet points u need to know

-dana and peter still together but they have their issues

-walter. peck.

-new ghosts, new tools, new dimensions????

-ghostbusters suffering from PTSD bc thats realistic

-even more EVIL vigo and slime

and the rest im gonna leave for you guys to find out. im currently focused so im gonna push out the first chapter in about an hour or so, so if you guys are still interested in my shit, GET READY hehehehe

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oh hi yes i have a gb tumblr that i forgot abt until this second

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F.C. - The Red Circled Date

A/N : Hello! I originally had a chapter planned to go in between this one and the last chapter, but so couldn’t make it go anywhere. So I’m cutting that chapter and moving forward with this one. I hope you all enjoy!

“Where the hell is he?” Genevieve said, pacing around her townhouse.

Her and Egon had planned a date weeks ago, putting it on their only day off in the month of December. She was wearing a sky blue dress that ended right below her knees. Her hair was curled lightly and half of it was pulled back out of her face. Although she felt the most beautiful she had felt since her wedding, she also felt like a fool, dressed up like this waiting for her husband.

They planned to leave their townhouse at six. It was now almost seven, and she hadn’t even received a phone call from Egon.

She groaned and sat down on the large armchair that faced away from the door. Just as her bottom hit the seat of the chair, she heard the door unlock and swing open. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“Oh good, you’re still here. We’re going to look and investigate the river of slime Ray mentioned. I came up to bring you a jacket. You better get dressed, Ray is eager to leave.” Egon said.

“No.” Genevieve said, not turning to acknowledge Egon.

He was taken aback by the harshness in her tone. He wondered if he misheard her. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not going to investigate the shitty slime with you and Ray.” she snapped, her tone still harsh.

Egon set down the two yellow jackets he held in his hands. “Well, Ray said-“

Before he could finish, Genevieve stood up, finally facing him. “Well if you love spending time with Ray so much, why don’t you just marry him!” she yelled, taking them both by surprise.

Egon eyed her appearance. Ignoring her previous statement, he just commented, “You look nice.”

Genevieve scoffed, “Yeah, because we had a date planned. You know, the big red circled date on our calendar.”

They both looked at the calendar pinned next to their front door. There it was, in large red lettering “Date night. December 30th. Dinner at 6.” Egon cursed under his breath and hung his head down in shame.

“Darling, I know we had planned for other arrangements, but the slime is just more important right now. You know better than anyone what the supernatural can do to someone if not handled properly.” Egon said.

“I know, but it’s just everytime we get sucked into our work, I feel like I’m an afterthought. It feels like we’re back at Colombia and I’m just the stupid assistant trying to keep up with you and Ray.” Genevive said, calming down.

“I know-“

She cut Egon off. “Egon, I’m your wife. We’re not just colleagues anymore, we have to separate work and our love life. I can't keep getting pushed to the side because there’s always some big bad on the horizon.”

Egon didn’t know what to say. He knew she was right, but he also knew the severity of what they were dealing with. He couldn’t have another Gozer incident, especially now that he and Genevive were married.

Genevieve sighed when Egon said nothing. She walked past him, grabbing her large peacoat that was hanging on the coat rack beside him.

“Where are you going?” he asked her.

“I’m not letting a perfectly good dinner reservation go to waste. I’ll bring you home something.” she said, not looking back to acknowledge him as she walked out the door.

As she began walking down the street, she half expected to hear Egon’s footsteps behind her. She almost expected to turn around and see him messily fixing his tie, apologizing to her and letting them enjoy one night together. Genevieve frequently looked over her shoulder, getting more and more disappointed when she didn’t see what she so desperately wished for.

Deep down, she knew they were both right. She knew when she married Egon that his first wife was his work. It was always hard to reason with him when there was a project on his mind. But, she always thought there was something about her that would pull him away from the addiction, like she had been able to do so many times before. Tears filled her eyes as she realized that maybe she used up all of her luck before she could even realize she needed it.

The walk to the restaurant was long but uneventful. Her head was so full, she hardly noticed any of the people that walked past her. She didn’t even realize that the Ecto-1A drove past her at a slow speed. She didn’t even notice her husband’s longing look from the passenger’s window as he watched his wife walk all alone.

It was embarrassing to explain to the host that her original reservation for two was now one, but the man had pity for her and didn’t pry on the change in guests. She sat down at her table, not even bothering to read the menu. She wasn’t hungry, but she needed something to clear her head. She looked around at the couples around her, her eyes stopping on one in particular. Across the room sat Dana and Peter, happily sharing a glass of wine.

Peter could feel someone’s gaze on him, and he looked around. His expression softened when he saw Genevieve waving sheepishly at him.

“I think we have a guest.” he whispered to Dana.

Dana looked at Peter’s gaze and smiled when she saw Genevieve. She waved at the woman and then turned to her husband. “Is she alone?”

“Must be, Egon said they were gonna go investigate the tunnels. Did he really leave her alone?” Peter asked his wife.

Dana frowned, “Go tell her to join us. No one should be alone.”

Peter nodded and walked to Genevieve’s table. She smiled at him. “Fancy seeing you here, Venkman. Is it date night for you guys too?”

“Yep, figured we go out before the New Year’s Eve rush. Where’s Egon?” Peter asked, sitting in the empty seat next to her.

She exhaled deeply and shrugged, “Take a guess.”

“With Ray?”

She nodded, “Yep. You can take the man out of work but not work out of the man. Is that a thing?”

“Eh, I’ll let you have this one.”

They laughed and Genevieve felt so much better now that Peter was here, something she didn’t think was possible.

“Look, Dana and I really don’t want you to be alone. Plus it will totally kill our fun night if we have to eat in front of your sad ass so, do you wanna join us? It’s a rhetorical question, you’re joining us.” Peter smiled, standing up from her table.

Genevive stood up, not wanting to fight with him and also not wanting to be alone. She joined Dana at their small table, Peter close behind. They mainly talked about Oscar for the first five minutes or so, before Dana finally asked why Egon was not with them. That unloaded a whole rant from Genevieve that lasted over the appetizers and main course. She was still rambling when they ordered dessert.

“Like, it’s not like I hate my job, I love it. But I did not expect to have my whole world surrounding it. Egon's always like “class 5 this” and “Gigometer that”. Can we just talk about you know, the fucking weather or something? I’m sorry, I feel like I’m just rambling.” Genevieve said, taking a break to take a long sip of her wine.

Peter smirked at his friend, “No, you are rambling, but go on.”

“I dunno, I always thought we had this bond. Like I could pull him out of those weird work modes he gets in. But after tonight, hell after the past five years, I don’t know if this is even wor-“

Before Genevieve could finish saying the unspeakable, loud commotion from the waiting area.

“Venkman! Venkman! Hey, Venkman!” Ray shouted, rushing over to their table.

Ray, Winston, and Egon were in their long-john’s and were covered from head to toe in slime. The restaurant patrons were whispering to each other as the shouting men pushed through the packed tables.

“Will you leave this restaurant?! You're disturbing my guests!” the restaurant owner shouted, desperately following the three frantic men.

“Just a second. Just a second.” Ray said to the owner.

“Boys, boys! You're scaring the straights. Okay? Is there any way we can do this tomorrow?” Peter said.

Dana and Genevieve looked around the room and saw all the guests’ shocked expressions.

“No, no, this won't wait until tomorrow, Venkman. It's hot and it's ready to pop.” Egon shouted.

“Yeah. It's all over the city, Pete! Under it, actually.” Ray added.

“Rivers of this stuff.” Winston said.

“Yes. And it's all flowing right to the museum.”

“Yeah, the museum!” Ray shouted, turning around to point behind him. He accidentally flicked a large glob of slime across the room and it landed on the cheek of a middle aged woman across the room. She groaned and Ray muttered an apology under his breath.

“Oh God. You mean my museum?” Dana asked.

Peter began talking to her in a hushed tone. Genevieve turned to look at her husband. She had never seen him look so crazy in her entire time knowing him. She couldn’t help but crack a smile at his slime covered face and hair.

“You weren’t kidding about the slime.” she smiled at him.

“You’re not angry?” he asked.

“No, I’m still fuming. But you look so ridiculous right now, I can’t help it.” She laughed, making Egon smile.

Before he could respond, the restaurant owner came back into the dining room, escorting three policemen with him.

“Uh, Ray. Look behind you.” Genevieve said, motioning to the policemen hovering over him.

Ray looked behind him and smiled, “I'm glad they're here. We gotta see the mayor.”

The policemen grabbed Winston, Egon, and Ray, pulling them out of their seats and escorting them out the door. Dana, Peter, and Genevieve watched the men get pulled out of the restaurant.

Dana looked at Genevieve and Peter. “Aren’t you guys gonna go with them?”

“They did this to themselves.” Genevieve said.

“Plus we can’t leave you alone.” Peter added.

Dana shook her head, “No, no, no. I am a grown woman, I will be fine. Plus, Peter, these are your friends, you need to help them. And Genevieve, although you do not want to think about it right now, your husband just got arrested and is going to make himself sound crazy to the mayor of New York. They are going to need two calm people to pull them out whatever hole they dug themselves into.”

Peter and Genevieve sighed, they knew Dana was right. Genevieve stood up first, putting on her coat. Peter kissed his wife and led Genevieve out the door.

Luckily, the police car was still outside. Peter approached one of the officers.

“Good evening, Sergeant. Care to give two more Ghostbusters a lift downtown?” Peter said.

The policemen looked at the two very curiously. “You want me to arrest you?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah, I know how it sounds. But, we have a blood oath that we can’t break. So why don’t you just pop open that door for us and give us a ride?”

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t arrest you for no reason.” the policeman said.

“No reason? So if we gave you a reason, you’d arrest us?” Genevive asked.

The policeman shrugged, “I suppose so.”

Genevieve nodded and took off her wedding ring, handing it to Peter. She took a deep breath and threw a clean punch to the man’s face, making both Peter and the men in the car who were watching the whole thing unfold gasp in shock. The policeman held his face in pain.

He groaned and turned to Genevieve, who was smiling with pride. “Ma’am, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

Genevieve happily held her hands out for the handcuffs. The policeman put them on and then let her in the back with the men.

Peter looked at the policeman, “So, am I gonna have to punch you too or can you just let me in the car?”

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omg i have a tumblr, why did i forget abt this in the span of a few weeks

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Ghostbusters HC - What Music They Like/Listen To

Peter - He loves 80s rock. “You Shook Me All Night Long” and “Rock You Like a Hurricane” are his jams. You would definitely catch him singing them to himself as he either walks around the firehouse or is in the middle of catching a ghost.

Ray - Ray likes all kinds of music in my mind. I think he loved “Love Shack” when it came out and played it nonstop for the weeks that followed its release. I can also see him as a Beach Boys or Beatles fan. Late Beatles though, not their early stuff. I can also see him as the musical theater fan of the Ghostbusters. He definitely saw Phantom of The Opera a million times went it came out. A musical with mentions of the supernatural involved? Sign him up.

Egon - I like to think when he and Ray experimented with the slime in GB2, he was the one who played “(Your Love Has Lifted Me) Higher and Higher” by Jackie Wilson. He listens to Motown a lot, and especially likes girl Motown groups like The Shirelles and The Exciters. But, I can totally see “Super Freak” by Rick James and “Party All The Time” by Eddie Murphy being guilty pleasure songs for him. Like it would catch everyone by surprise if someone caught him jamming to it.

Winston - Now, this may be just me, but I see Winston as an avid opera and classical orchestra enjoyer. I’m replaying the Ghostbusters video game right now, and I know Peter mentions Winston “needs to come back from the opera” on his day off. Now, I could totally misinterpreted it, but I can totally see him as a frequent opera goer. He seems the most sophisticated out of the four to me. I also see him also enjoying 80s rock, like Peter.

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i love your writing! can i request some more baby fever ray content? maybe about body positivity thank you!

Twins? - Ray Stanz x F!Pregnant!Reader

A/N : Hello! Sorry for getting this out so late. I tried first person narrative on this one, and I think it turned out pretty well. I hope you enjoy it!

Dating a Ghostbuster came with its challenges. Dating a Ghostbuster as well as being his baby mama, that was even more challenging.

Sometimes, I lay awake at night, thanking whoever is up there for not making me knocked up with Peter’s baby, or even Egon’s. I got pretty lucky with Ray.

He was always kind, considerate, compassionate, funny, all the things you would want in a partner. But now, he was working overtime making sure I was comfortable and taken care of.

Now, that’s absolutely great, but there are some things that come with carrying and growing a human that cannot be cured with chocolates and back massages.

I was almost through my first trimester, and all things considered, I was pretty lucky with my symptoms. Morning sickness was minimal, I didn’t have to use the bathroom every five minutes, and I felt all around like myself. However, I experienced the most intense food cravings ever. Once my mind and stomach were set on something, I had to have it. Today, it just happened to be a McDonald’s hamburger.

Peter and Egon were sitting up in the lab when I emerged from the sleeping quarters. I stretched as I walked over to the large couch in the middle of the room, waiting for Ray to return with my food.

“How ya feeling, Y/N?” Peter asked, a big ol’ smirk on his face.

I turned to face him, “How do you think, Venkman?”

“Like you just won Prom Queen.”

I ignored him, turning back around. “Always a pleasure, Peter.”

Egon cleared his throat, “Have you considered the idea of you carrying twins, Y/N?”

“Uh, no. Why do you ask?” I asked, having to turn around once more.

“Your stomach size looks bigger than it should be at this stage. I could run some tests, if you would like.” Egon said.

I looked down at my stomach. Sure, it was a bit bigger than I would have liked, but I was pregnant for Christ’s sake, I wasn’t supposed to be beach body ready.

“I’m good, Egon.” I said, pulling myself out of my thoughts.

“You may be onto something, Spengs. Remember Priscilla from Colombia? Man, she got knocked up a year ago and I ran into her when she was about to pop. You would not know she was even pregnant, she still looked as good as ever. Probably would have thrown a twin in there if she hadn’t told me.” Peter said.

“That’s not how it works, Peter.” Egon said.

Before they could continue their discussion, Ray ran up the stairs, a McDonald’s bag in hand. He was panting as he ran over to hand it to me. I quickly began devouring the hamburger. Ray gave me a smile before joining his two friends at the lab table.

“What’d I miss?” he asked, still trying to catch his breath.

“We were discussing the likelihood of Y/N being pregnant with twins.” Egon explained.

Ray shook his head, “There’s no way. We would have known by now if she was.”

“Then why is she swelling like a balloon?” Peter asked.

“Peter!” Egon whispered at him.

“What? I’m just asking!” he replied defensively.

I looked over at the men and then at the crumbs of what was left of the burger. I was never one to get insecure about my body, but this kid was doing things to me I absolutely despised. I didn’t even notice the tears in my eyes until my vision became blurry. Before I could listen to the men continue to talk about me like I wasn’t there, I stood up, making the three of their heads whip in my direction.

“I’m going to go lay down. Thank you, Ray.” I mumbled, quickly rushing into the sleeping quarters once more.

I could hear Ray say something to Peter before he quickly followed me. The door closed as I threw the covers of me. I could feel Ray’s eyes on me as I lay on the bed.

“Are you alright?” he asked, after a long, awkward silence.

“I’m fine.” I lied.

The weight of the bed shifted as Ray sat at the edge of the bed. His gentle hand rested on my leg. He took a deep breath before speaking, “Just ignore, Venkman. He has zero clue what he’s talking about.”

I sat up, wiping stray tears from my cheeks. “No, he’s right. I’m huge.”

Ray opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him.

“I always hated women who always talked about how fat they looked when they were pregnant. It’s like, everyone’s fat when they are pregnant, stop whining. But now, I’m feeling like that.” I said, my voice cracking. The emotions I felt didn’t seem so intense until I started letting it all out. I didn’t realize how much I had bottled up.

Ray moved to sit beside me, he placed an arm around my waist. “I think you look beautiful.”

I groaned, “You have to say that.”

He smiled at me, wiping my face with his sleeve. “No, I don’t. I truly think you look beautiful, Y/N. You are so strong, I could never be in your position and still look so amazing.”

I laughed lightly and Ray smiled at me. “I still think you’re full of shit.”

“You can think that, but I will know the truth.” Ray said, not giving up.

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Ray. I can’t wait until this baby is out of me so you can be the emotional one again.”

He looked at me, pretending to be offended. “Me? Emotional? Never.”

“Who was the one who cried at the end of “Muppets in Manhattan”? I teased.

“Shut up.” He joked, pulling me closer to him. I snuggled into his chest, smiling as he rubbed circles into my back.

Like many nights before this one, I looked up at the sky and thanked that Ray was in this with me. Thanked that he chose me to do this with. Thanked that I wasn’t alone. And lastly, thanked that I was not Peter Venkman’s baby mama, because then I’d be screwed.

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Hi there hun! I've been going back and forth with myself but figure why not ask, right?

If time allows either sooner or later whichever comes first since I know you're writing a few things at the moment, I humbly request fluffy, cuddly, Egon x Reader cuteness if at all possible? Maybe Reader has had a rough day or Egon finds reader in need of a hug and cuddles and he willingly gives it since he has a crush on said reader?

Just a thought! Thanks in advance!

Rain - Egon Spengler x Gender Neutral!Reader

A/N : Hello! Sorry for responding to this so late. I hope you enjoy it! I really liked writing this and imagining cuddly Egon lol

A sudden rainstorm had hit Manhattan. Just as spring seemed to have sprung, here comes the rain. It had been downpouring for two days now, and where most people would be irritated by the weather, one individual was not.

Egon Spengler absolutely loved the rain. The calmness it brought with it, the smell of it, the sound of it hitting his windows, he loved all of it. He sat in the upper lab at the Ghostbusters firehouse, happily working on some lab reports as music played lightly in the background.

He heard Janine greet someone downstairs and listened to the loud footsteps coming up the stairs. He looked up to see his friend and coworker, Y/N, absolutely soaked. They stood there frowning, their wet hair dripping into small puddles on the floor.

“I hate the rain.” they said, beginning to shed off their wet clothing.

Egon left his work and assisted Y/N in taking off their soaked sneakers. He sat on the ground as Y/N lifted their feet for him. He pulled them both off and then grabbed the shoes as well as the rest of the wet clothing. He discarded it into a small laundry basket by the bedroom door.

“Why are you so soaked? You didn’t think to bring an umbrella?” Egon asked, grabbing a warm blanket to drape over Y/N’s shoulders.

They took the blanket, wrapping it tightly around them. “The forecast said light showers. So I assumed a two block walk from my apartment here would not result in this.” They said, motioning to their current damp self.

Egon began making a hot cup of Chamomile tea, Y/N’s favorite. He smiled at his pouty partner. “I could have told you the forecast was wrong.”

“That’s not making me feel any better, Egon.” Y/N groaned, sitting down at the table Egon was previously working at.

Egon laughed quietly as he poured the hot tea into a mug. He walked it over to the table, sitting down for Y/N as they gulped down their tea. He watched as they still shivered, even when their cup was empty.

He suddenly stood up and held out his arms. Y/N looked at him curiously.

“What on Earth are you doing?” they asked.

“Offering up my body heat to better warm you.” Egon said, still standing with his arms wide open.

“You hate hugs.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I hate them, but nonetheless, this is an expectation. Now, I suggest you take me up on the offer before I change my mind.” Egon said, beginning to close his arms to add effect.

Y/N sprang up and wrapped their arms around his warm torso. Egon smiled to himself as he felt Y/N snuggle closer into his chest. They stood together for about five minutes, much longer than Egon anticipated. He gently pulled away and Y/N frowned.

“I’m still cold.” they said.

“Let’s go lay down, my legs are getting tired from standing this long. My knees were beginning to lock.” Egon said, beginning making his way to the sleeping quarters.

Y/N smiled as they followed Egon into the room. They quickly snuggled into Egon’s side, throwing a large comforter and the blanket Egon had previously given them over the both of them.

As they lay there, Y/N began laughing quietly to themselves. Egon looked down at them, “What’s so funny?”

“A hug and cuddling in one day, I must be dreaming.” Y/N said in between chuckles.

Egon rolled his eyes and looked back at the ceiling, “Don’t push your luck, L/N”

They continued laughing and Egon rolled onto his side, taking his body heat away with him. Y/N whined loudly, “Come back! I’ll stop laughing.”

Egon smiled and came back, getting comfortable with Y/N once again. Egon listening to Y/N’s quiet breaths as they lay together. After about twenty minutes of laying there, he looked down at Y/N, who was fast asleep.

He smiled to himself and wrapped his arms tighter around Y/N’s torso. He now had yet another reason to absolutely love the rain.

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Ghostbusters HC - what cereal i think they would like

Peter - Peter is definitely either a Honey Nut Cheerios or Frosted Flake guy. Just the right amount of sugar without overdoing it. Also, I think in the novelization of Ghostbusters it’s canon that Peter hates junk food. Also, I’ve been playing the Ghostbusters video game, and he literally calls Stay-Puft’s little marshmallow spawn gross and too sugary, I think.

Ray - Ray is one of the people who cannot decide on a favorite and it’s varies from month to month. I think he would enjoy Rice Krispies because of the popping sounds they make. He also strikes me as a Captain Crunch guy as well.

Egon - Egon loves Lucky Charms and Reese’s Puffs. Lucky Charms have just enough sugar for him to be satisfied as well as offering a nice palate cleanser with the plain cereal bits with it. Reese’s Puffs is just amazing and he loves the peanut butter + chocolate combo without the flavor being too overbearing.

Winston - He definitely strikes me as either a hardcore Raisin Bran stan or maybe a Golden Grahams guy. I have no further explanation.

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i got two requests a few weeks ago and i’m going to try to get them both out before march!

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F.C. Chapter Five - Vigo the Carpathian

Dana Venkman had been working part time at the Manhattan Museum of Art for almost three months now. She only picked up the job to help support her family financially. Sure, her husband made enough money for her and her son to live comfortably, but both her and her husband knew she was not a “housewife/stay-at-home mother” woman. She would have preferred to still be playing in the symphony, but she couldn’t rejoin until the new year, hence her current employment.

The job paid well enough and the work was nice, she spent her days restoring paintings which were simple enough. However, her boss, Janosz Poha and the new painting he was obsessed with, made Dana want to find new work as soon as possible. She was already pretty shaken up by Oscar’s crazed carriage, and knowing ghosts were just back in New York was not a comforting thought either. But this new painting, Vigo the Carpathian, just rubbed her the wrong way. She could feel its eyes on her as she worked, and she swore sometimes it was even smiling at her. The worst thing was that the painting was about ten feet away from her work station, its eyes constantly on her.

It was the first of December, Dana was restoring a Gauguin painting. She dipped her Q-Tip like tool into her mixture and began making small circular motions around the painting. She only got about two minutes into her cleaning routine when she got that all too familiar feeling, like someone or something was watching her. When a hand landed on top of her eisel, spinning it around slowly, she jumped in her seat. She looked up and smiled when she saw her husband, Peter.

“You’re good, pretty eyes.” he commented.

Dana took off her magnifying glasses, smiling at him. “I didn’t paint it, I’m just cleaning it. It’s a Gauguin.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of him.” he said under his breath.

Janosz watched the exchange between the two and rushed over, putting himself in the middle. “Hey, Dana, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

“Um. Sure. Peter Venkman, this is Dr. Janosz Poha, the head of our department.” She said, giving a warning glare to Peter.

“Venkman? Is this your husband, Dana? I have of course seen you on the television. Quite enjoy. Not here on business, I hope.” he said, awkwardly touching Peter’s extended hand.

Peter wiped his hand across his sweater, “Well, it’s top-secret.” He looked over Janosz’s shoulder and saw the large painting in the back. “Say, Johnny, you’ve got a Gauguin, too.”

Peter walked in front of the painting, mocking the Carpathian’s stance.

“No. Actually, I am preparing this portrait for the new Romantic exhibition. Yes. This is Prince Vigo, the ruler of Carpathia and Moldavia.” Janosz explained.

“Bit of a sissy, ain’t he?” Peter said, still mocking Vigo’s pose.

Janosz began to climb up the step ladder beside the painting, getting closer to admire it. “He was a very powerful magician, Dr. Venkman. And a genius in many ways.”

“He was also a lunatic and a genocidal madman.” Dana said before adding. “I hate this painting. I've felt uncomfortable ever since it came up from storage.”

Peter sensed his wife’s dislike of the painting. He nudged her on the hip before saying, “Well, you're probably feeling what Vigo's feeling. Carpathian kitten loss. He's missed his kitten.”

Dana giggled as Peter grabbed some paint and pretended to paint by the Carpathian’s foot. Janosz stood in front of Peter, obviously not as amused with his joke.

“No. We don't go around altering valuable artwork, Dr. Venkman. Go. Yes, I think, go. Yes. The joyfulness is over.” Janosz said, making a pushing motion with his arms.

Peter backed away a bit, while Dana tried to explain her husband was only joking.

Janosz’s mind was made up, still pushing Peter away and towards the exit.

“Well, you're not gonna get a green card with that attitude, pal. Okay?” Peter called out to Janosz, he then turned towards Dana. “I don’t know what… Oh, of course. Of course. I get it. You're sweet on this hunky stud, aren't you?”

She ignored his comment, “You know, Peter, every now and then I get the feeling that painting is watching me, even smiling at me.”

They both looked over at Janosz and shared a look of concern and confusion as they watched the man talk and gesture to the painting. Peter simply told Dana not to worry, finally leaving after Janosz tried to kick him out a third time.

The next day, acoss town Ray, Egon, and Genevieve were in the lab. Ray was wearing a skull cap that was hooked up to a bunch of wires that were attached to two jars of slimes. Egon was tampering with some new blower gun and Genevieve was working on some paperwork. Her glasses began to droop down the bridge of her nose, but she continued to scribble down on the form in front of her. Egon looked to his side and saw his wife’s almost fallen glasses. He leaned over and took his index finger to the middle of the glasses, gently pushing them back on top of her nose. She looked over at him and smiled, mumbling a “Thanks.” He smiled and returned to his tinkering.

Ray cleared his throat, making the two look up at him. “I need some assistance with this slime really quickly, it’s getting all over me.”

Genevieve walked over to Ray, who was holding up his slime covered hands. She shimmed the sleeve of her long sleeved grey turtleneck down to her hand and wiped his hands clean. She then turned to Egon, saying, “I do hope this stuff comes out of clothes.”

“Probably not.” Egon replied.

She groaned but turned to Ray after, “It was worth it though, we all owe you one after the gala. Plus, I owe you extra considering I punched you in the face. Sorry about that by the way.”

Ray smiled, “It’s no problem, Genny. Besides, you only punched me to pull me out of a trance, I would do the same if it was you.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, “You would have punched me in the face?”

“Maybe I would have been a bit gentler.” he shrugged.

Before the conversation could continue, the phone rang. Ray picked it up quickly and began excitedly talking to whoever was on the other line.

“What? Are you serious? Well, that's great! I mean, that's terrible. But it's great for what we were... Yeah, I will. Yeah, sure, we'll get right on it.”

He hung up the receiver and quickly took off his cap. Genevieve and Egon looked at Ray confused.

“Who was that?” Genevieve asked.

“It was Peter. Something came out of Dana's bathtub. Tried to grab her and the baby.” Ray explained.

“Are they alright?” Egon asked.

“Yeah, well, she got out of there and they’re on their way over here.” Ray explained.

Egon set down the slime gun and said, “This is interesting, Ray. Remember the painting Venkman mentioned? I ran "Vigo the Carpathian" through the Occult Reference Net. Look what came up.”

He typed into the computer and Ray and Genevieve walked over to read what was on it. The screen read:

"ZUNDINGER, LEON.

MAGICIANS, MARTYRS AND MADMEN

Chapter 6, PP. 128-145

Vigo the Carpathian (1505-1610)

Sixteenth century Carpathia was in a constant state of spiritual turmoil due principally to the despotic rule of PRINCE VIGO VON HOMBURG DEUTSCHENDORF, tyrant, sorcerer and psychotic autocrat."

“Sounds like an alright guy.” Genevieve said sarcastically.

“Think there's a connection between this Vigo character and the–” Ray started, looking over at the jars of slime. They all watched as the slime bubbled in response. “--slime?” he asked.

“Is the atomic weight of cobalt 58.9?” Egon responded.

Ray nodded and quickly took off his labcoat, Genevieve and Egon following suit. Ray put on his leather jacket as Egon put on his suit jacket.

“We'd better get over to their apartment. I'd like to check out that bathtub.” Ray said.

“This is now how I imagined my day off going.” Genevieve said, throwing on a sweater.

“Well, it might be a good idea to go to the museum in the morning and get a look at that painting.” Egon said, turning around to make sure his wife was following him. He saw the reluctant look on her face and slowed down. “Maybe we can hang back and let Ray check out the apartment, you can assist me in some further research on Vigo.” he offered.

Genevieve looked at Ray hesitantly, “You’re gonna be alright by yourself, Ray?”

Ray nodded, “I will, and if I’m in trouble, I’ll know who to call.” He waved goodbye and hurried out of the lab and over to the Venkman’s apartment. Genevieve set her sweater back down and sat next to Egon at the computer, watching him as he typed away.

Egon cleared his throat, still typing away, he asked Genevieve, “How are you feeling? I wanted to make sure you’re not feeling any anxiety about the resurgence of ghosts, especially after the gala.”

“I’ve been alright. I was actually enjoying working again, being out there doing stuff. I’ve only had some anxiety after that ballgown ghost practically hypnotized you. I can’t even imagine how you must have felt seeing me possessed as Gozer. Even if it was for a minute, it wasn’t fun to think that I lost you.” she explained.

Egon stopped his typing and turned to face her. He grabbed her hands, rubbing the back of her palms with his thumbs. “I understand how you feel, but we were there for each other when that happened. How about we agree to only investigate the supernatural when we’re together? I can have Janine fix all the upcoming schedules.”

She smiled at her husband, “I’d like that. We’ll be the Spengler power duo.” He leaned down to kiss her gently. They both smiled into the kiss, missing quiet moments with just the two of them like these. Genevieve pulled away first, “Let’s keep figuring stuff out about this Vigo guy so we can try to go home at a reasonable hour tonight.”

The Spengler’s worked together throughout most of the night, opting to crash out in the old bunks upstairs. At three am, they dragged their feet upstairs and into the sleeping quarters. Never wanting to be apart from his wife, Egon pushed two of the twin beds together so they could sleep side by side. They only got about four hours of sleep before they awoke to Ray calling out their names.

“Egie? Genny? We gotta start loading up the car to head to the museum, Venkman’s gonna meet us there in thirty minutes!”

Genevieve rolled over in bed and groaned, covering her head with a pillow. Egon, on the other hand, sat up immediately, reaching his glasses on the nightstand. He put them on and looked down at Genevieve, who was beginning to drift back into sleep. He gently removed the pillow from her head.

“Come on, darling. The sooner we get up, the easier it will be. I know how you dislike being rushed in the morning.” He said, his voice soft and gentle.

She groaned once more, “Why couldn’t we just have picked a different career path?”

“I’m sure we did in an alternate dimension, but we’re here now. So you need to get up or I’m going to have Ray ring the alarm downstairs.” He warned, half joking.

She sat up immediately, revealing her tangled, auburn locks. “I’m up! Let’s get this over with.”

They both got ready quickly. They had enough time left over that Egon was able to fix Genevieve’s messy hair into a long braid. Just as he tied the end of the braid, Ray and Winston piled into the car. She turned to smile at Egon before joining the others in the car as well.

Like most of their morning car rides, it was quiet and calm. Within about ten minutes, they pulled up in front of the museum. Peter stood there, the only Ghostbuster not in uniform. He opened up the back door, giving Genevieve and Egon enough room to get out of the car. Everyone but Peter put on their proton packs.

“Find anything at our apartment?” Peter asked Ray.

Winston was assisting Ray in putting on his proton as he replied, “Nah, nothing but some mood slime residue around the bathtub. But I did get something on that Vigo character you mentioned. Found it in Leon Zundinger's "Magicians, Martyrs and Madmen". Dig that.”

“Vigo the Carpathian, born 1505, died 1610.” Egon added.

“ A hundred and five years old. He hung in there, didn't he?” Peter asked.

“He didn't die of old age, either. He was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, stretched, disemboweled, drawn and quartered.” Ray explained.

“Ouch.”

“I guess he wasn’t too popular in the end.” Winston commented.

Egon replied, “No, not exactly a man of the people.”

“Also known as Vigo the Cruel, Vigo the Torturer, Vigo the Despised and Vigo the Unholy.” Genevieve added.

Peter stared at her, “Wasn’t he also Vigo the Butch?”

Ray began to lead the group up the stairs, “And dig this!. There was a prophecy, just before his head died. His last words were: "Death is but a door, time is but a window. I'll be back."”

“Put that on a greeting card.” Genevieve mumbled under her breath.

They walked into the museum, past the front desk and into the restoration room. The restorers looked at the Ghostbusters. Peter looked at himself and the other men, “Suck in the guts guys, we’re the Ghostbusters.”

In sync, they all inhaled deeply. Janosz Poha rushed over to the Ghostbusters, shouting for them to leave.

Ray looked at Peter, “Who's this wiggler?”

“He's yours, Ray. Sic him.” Peter instructed.

Ray approached Janosz politely, “Hi, how are you? Ray Stantz from the Ghostbusters. Nice to see you. Beautiful lab you have here. We're just doing a routine spook check.”

Peter passed Janosz, handing him his coat. “Dr. Venkman, Dana is not here.” Janosz said.

“Yeah, we know that, Johnny.”

“So why are you came?” he asked.

“ Well, we got a report there was a major creep in the area. We checked our list and you were right on the top. Johnny, where in the hell are you from, anyway?” Peter said.

Janosz looked at him, confused. “The upper west side.”

Egon passed Peter, holding the PKE, “The whole room's extremely hot, Peter.”

Winston and Genevieve noticed the painting of Vigo. “That is one ugly dude.” Winston said.

“He could use a touch up.” Genevieve added.

Peter grabbed his camera and made his way to the painting. “Oh, that's Vigo! Mr. Vigo! Vigs, would you look this way, please!”

Janosz followed him, stepping in front of the painting. “No! No photographs, please. Slides are available in the gift shop.”

Winston grabbed Janosz and pulled him out of the way. Egon and Genevieve tracked the levels in the room. Egon with the PKE and Genevieve with the Gigometer. They listened as Peter shouted at the painting, urging it on as he snapped photographs of it. Genevieve looked at Egon, “Would you stop him please?”

Egon nodded and told Peter to follow him. The three of them began to walk out of the restoration room but Ray and Winston lingered behind. They finally caught up to them as Egon and Peter loaded up their proton packs. Ray kept stopping to look back at the museum and overall seemed out of it. Genevieve gave Egon her proton pack and approached him, “Ray? Are you feeling alright?”

He didn’t acknowledge her, instead just opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat. She brushed it off and sat in the back with Peter and Egon and Winston sat in the front with Ray. Ray began pulling out of the museum’s driveway, driving a little faster than he probably should’ve but it didn’t set off any red flags for the other people in the car.

“Genevieve and I tracked the PKE and Gigometers in that room. The entire room is hot, but that painting is surging with supernatural activity.” Egon explained, showing Peter his measurements.

Peter looked at it and didn’t seem shocked by what was in front of him. “I’m more concerned on Johnny back there, he’s trying to make the moves on Dana. Why don’t you look into him when we get back, Ray?”

Ray ignored him, turning a corner so sharply it shook the car and made Genevieve slide into Egon’s side. Egon and Peter looked at each other, their concern growing as Ray picked up speed, swerving in and out of traffic.

“Ray, man! You’re gonna kill someone if you keep driving like that!” Winston said.

Ray grinned menacingly, “No, I’m going to kill everyone!”

“Ray, what the hell are you talking about!” Peter shouted at him.

“Raymond, knock it off.” Egon warned.

“Ray!” Genevieve shouted, trying to get his attention.

Ray kept on driving madly, honking at cars and shouted profanities at the drivers. Winston looked back at the three in the back, silently warning them to brace themselves. He turned back to Ray and punched him in the face. Ray’s hands let go of the wheel, and Winston quickly grabbed it, also reaching his foot over to slam on the breaks. They skidded off of the road and hit a tree. Ray parked the car, finally out of whatever trance he was under.

They all exited the car and checked in on each other. Ray looked at the other Ghostbusters, rubbing his aching face, “I-I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry, guys.”

“I’m sorry that you got punched in the face twice in the span of a month.” Genevieve joked.

Ray dryly chucked as he rubbed his aching face. “Probably not a good idea for me to drive home.” he said.

“I’ll drive, you guys better buckle up.” Genevieve said.

Genevieve drove the men as well as herself back to the firehouse. They all agreed on one thing, Vigo the Carpathian was bad news and he needed to be stopped

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i just realized i haven’t written anything in like a week, i gotta get on it before my motivation goes away for another month lol

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i’m a music nerd, so i love listening to movie scores. and just the difference between the first and second ghostbusters is INSANE

i feel like both scores fit the movies individually, but i’ve always felt like the ghostbusters sequel is like this weird fever dream sometimes. even though all of the original cast is back, the movie just feels so weird. and i figured it out, it’s the music.

in the first movie, i find there is three themes that are used throughout the movie, the classic ghostbusters theme, dana’s theme, and gozer/zuul’s theme. but the difference is, they are used in different ways. just taking the ghostbuster’s theme as an example, the original theme uses piano and it’s just its driving force. BUT in the library scene, you can hear it in the background on what sounds like a xylophone or something in that sense. and it’s heard faintly whenever our heroes or sometimes just venkman is on screen. and dana’s theme is just so beautiful and we get to hear an almost waltz-like version of it when peter and dana have their “i respect you” scene. the music is never repetitive to me, but it’s familiar and helps you distinguish what mood we the audience is supposed to feel.

now, ghostbusters 2. i love the music, but it doesn’t hold any familiarity as the first one does. you hear the first movie’s themes and you can picture who’s on screen. the same can’t always be said for this movie. where the first movie uses the themes is many different ways to compliment the scenes, the second movie’s themes/music just feels so repetitive. i also found three main themes in this movie, the liberty theme, the scoleri brothers/vigo’s music, and venkman’s music. however, i never find any change in the music. and sometimes the music just doesn’t fit the scenes at all. you can tell this movie was made right before the 90’s just by the music. i would also like to point out that randy elfman, the composer of the ghostbuster’s 2 score, will sometimes add in little references to ray parker jr’s ghostbusters song and i just don’t really like it. it’s like the music is shouting “hey guys, you’re watching a ghostbusters movie” and it just doesn’t work for me. i want something more cinematic not the soundtrack to a 90’s romcom movie.

another thing that elmer bernstein, the first movie’s composer, does beautifully is implement this feeling of uneasiness and spooky-ness in the music. i mean, just listen to the scene where venkman has to collect the slime for egon in the library. it just fits the movie so perfectly.

now with all of this said, i will admit that the soundtrack to the second movie is FAR SUPERIOR in my mind but that’s a rant for another day.

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