#ray stantz/reader

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He's Good People Ch.2

Chapter 2: We Could Steal Time, for Just One Day (We Can be Heroes)

Pairing(s): Gn!reader/Ray, Gn!reader/Egon, Gn!reader/Winston

Summary: (Egon centric) You get to spend most of the day with the quiet scientist, as per his out of character invitations.

Warnings: talk of having a baby, though reader biology is never specified

Thank you for all the support so far!

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 There was a soft light hitting your eye, lulling you back awake. You were safe, in your own bed, in your own house, about to go to work.

Oh. These aren’t your sheets. This was not your house. You sat up. Ray was still asleep, curled up in extra blankets beside you. You looked around, Peter and Winston were motionless, the clock reading 7:22. Egon’s bed was empty.

Normally, you didn’t wake up in beds that weren’t yours. Normally, you didn’t wake up in beds that weren’t yours in houses that weren’t yours. Normally, you didn’t wake up in beds that weren’t yours in houses that weren’t yours that belonged to some men you had only just met. And you don’t wear their spare clothes, and sleep in close enough proximity that you can hear their snores catch in their throats. You ran a hand over your face. It all felt so shameless. Not respectable. What were you doing?

The door opened softly and Egon stepped in, holding a stained piece of fabric. He appeared to have showered and dressed in the earlier hours of the morning, and he pulled a drawer open for a new tie. You felt awkward in his space, as he went about his business. Thankfully, he broke the silence.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning…sorry, Ray told me I could sleep in here.” You unconsciously pulled the sheets over yourself, despite the fact your body was fully covered in baggy sleepwear built for the physique of a 50 year old firefighter.

“I don’t mind.” He pulled a tie out and examined it.

“You didn’t sleep?” You ask idly. His fingers made ease of the garment, smoothing it out.

“I’m fine.” He looked over at the sleeping forms of his friends, dead to the world. “They won’t be up for a while. It’s a Sunday.” He paused for a bit, pondering something, shutting the drawer.

“Would you like breakfast?” The question takes you by surprise, but the emptiness in your stomach is starting to ache.

“If it’s not too much trouble.” He freezes up, as if he didn’t expect your answer. He blinks, gears turning, the offer coming out beyond his own volition. Egon shakes his head slightly, as if wiping a thought away. He and Ray had habits of doing that, you noticed.

“None at all.” He starts out the room. When he reaches the kitchen space, he stands there for a moment, hands at his sides. Robotically, he pulls out eggs, butter, sugar, and a few other things from the fridge, managing to lay them all out methodically, in an organized chaos.

You feel a bit rude, just standing there. “Is there any way I could help?” You unconsciously roll up the sleeves of the sweatshirt.

Egon keeps working, mixing something intently. “No.” You blink. Hesitantly, you move to sit at the table somehow feeling a little ruder. As Egon notices you pulling a chair out slowly so as to not disturb him, he sighs, slowing his work.

“Not because I think you’d be inadequate. I just have a system.” He lit a pan on the stove, pouring a small amount of oil into it.

“A system for pancakes?” 

“Mrs.Stantz taught me how to make them in graduate school.”

You got a little thrown at that. “Mrs…Stantz?”

A silence. His arms are suspended in the air, batter flowing into the hot pan. “Ray’s mother.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He held one.

“Your parents never taught you to cook?” You try to alleviate some of the palpable tension still in the air.

“My parents were fans of quark on their gruel,” is all he said. “But. The Stantz family was different. They…put sugar in their coffee. Had big ‘sundee’ dinners.”

He seemed to think hard before speaking again, measuring each word like they could betray him. “Mrs. Stantz told me that…cooking for others was a way of saying you wanted them to live.”

That’s why he offered. You could smile at that. In the short time you knew him, you’d gathered that he didn’t seem as skilled as his friends in the ways of sociability. You really didn’t know him as well as you’d liked- he hadn’t shown you much, but you could appreciate the gesture. 

“Thank you, Dr. Spengler.” He stilled again, ever so slightly. You hadn’t noticed until then that the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Maybe you ought to call him that more often? If you planned on sticking around. You didn’t know what your plan was anymore

There was a comfortable silence as he continued to work, diligently managing pancakes in one pan, potatoes and eggs in another. After a while, he pulls a small container out from the back of the fridge. 

“Do you feel strongly about mushrooms?”

“Do you want me to?” 

“These are top shelf. The Hennessy of the mycology world.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Eventually, he was plating food for the two of you, potatoes and eggs (with Hennessy mushrooms) on one half, steaming pancakes on the other. Before you could smile and thank him, he stops you.

Swirling around a small pitcher one final time, he carefully crouches at the front of the table. A light, yellowish liquid pours out of it and slathers onto the pastry, making you unknowingly drool.

With delicate precision, he adds a heap to his own. When he decides it's enough, he takes a seat, gesturing for you to start. You take a bite and…

Good god, this was the best thing you’ve ever tasted. The pancakes were cooked thoroughly, the texture of it all feeling like clouds in love on your tongue. The mysterious syrup was the best part- it was homely, and almost like a candy that melted down your throat. You stared up at Egon in disbelief as you swallowed.

“Holy cow” 

‘More or less. Buttermilk syrup”

It's safe to say you dug in, making quick work of the stack that was once on your plate. Wiping your mouth, you had to sing his praises. He had the slightest hint of an indulgent smile, watching you eat. One of pride, maybe?

 “These are incredible, Dr. Spengler. What do I have to do to get Ray to give me the recipe?” You asked earnestly. To that, his smile quickly fell, and he hastily dismissed the idea.

“Don’t bother. His mother says I’m the only one who can replicate them.” He speaks as if you’re discussing nuclear codes. ��Besides, I’ve got it memorized.”

“Are you willing to share?”

“I’d have to kill you.”

You made pleasant conversation for a while, even after both your plates had been cleared. Nursing a pot of coffee, he recalled something. 

“Your bag ended up in the laundry chute. Here.” But he misjudges how secure the latch was- and as he holds on to the wrong part the contents spill onto the table. The worn, brown bag of candy from the day prior rips, and Crunch Bars, hard candies, and fruit chews tumble out in front of you. Embarrassment engulfs you as you apologize, just short of lunging over the table to clean up the mess, detesting how weird you must look carrying around a bag that had nothing but sweets. 

He helps you rather the treats up wordlessly, before handing you one of the many blue wrapped chocolate bars.

“Would it be optimal to keep candies in my flight suit?” He voiced.

“Don’t patronize me,” your face burns still, your hands crumpling up the paper packaging.

“I’m serious. It would keep my blood sugars high.”

“Go for it, Dr. Spengler.” You grinned, sliding him a Crunch Bar. Something twinkled behind his eyes. Was this the first time you noticed that he and his arms looked strong, under all that clothing?

“Hey noise machines. You woke us up.” Peter stands in the doorway, Winston and Ray behind him sleepily.

“Sorry,” you pardoned yourself. Like a pack of bears, the men made their way to search for the delightful smell that was wafting towards them from down the hallway.

“Don’t be. I’ve never heard the professor talk so much so early,” Winston yawned.

“Hey! You left us with the dishes!” Ray whined, holding up the dirtied mixing bowls and oily skillet. 

“There’s raisin bran in the pantry.” Egon conducted you out of the room. He had you follow him back to the bedroom, stopping at the door to think to himself. You were used to it at this point. He emerged, with a light blue sweater and an unworn pair of track pants. 

“I’m assuming you’d like to shower now. Here’s a change of clothes-” His voice got a bit worried at the end as you thumbed through the garments, musing at a dark blue fabric sandwiched between what he had handed you.

He couldn’t meet your eyes, his pupils darting in different directions. He fumbled with his folded hands. “They’ve never been worn. It was either those or long johns.” He shuffles past you, in a hurry to leave you be.

Opening up the pile, you see a dark blue pair of boxers, making your face ignite with embarrassment. It's the thought that counts?

“Dr. Spengler!” You call over your shoulder.

He’s halfway down the hall. “...Yes?”

“Thank you.”

He nods, and disappears into the corridors of the firehouse.

The showers are in one large bathroom, reminiscent of a locker room. A wall of sinks and mirrors, opposite a wall of spacious shower space, where curtains separate each showerhead. Well, you´re already there. There's a small bottle of coconut body wash staring you down as you do your business. Of course a little bit wouldn't be missed right? It's a lot more liquid than you expected- and that ´little bit´ went a long way. As you exit the shower careful not to slip on the slick tile, the coconut scent wafts into your nose pleasantly.

You stared at the pile of clothes neatly folded on a bench, like it's a dragon to be slain. In a way, it was. You pulled on the boxers- they fit better than you thought. Ignoring how the image in the mirror made you feel. As your skin still dried, you felt the blue sweater in your hands. The knitwear was delicate in your palms, the yarn a bit worn. It felt more personal than the spare loungewear left in the basement. It felt like a person. 

 It was fairly large, dwarfing your body. The fibers carried a similar coconut and sandalwood smell that the soap had, making your body feel protected. There were the sweatpants, too, but whatever. They weren't like this. 

You left your pajamas in a neat pile as you dropped it down one of the laundry chutes, hoping your undergarments didn´t tumble out into the open. As you crept down the stairs, Janine was working at her desk while Winston gave Ray a hand repairing the Ecto-1. You sat with her for most of the morning, as she insisted on your presence as she handled clerical work and gossipped simultaneously. The 2 men listened to your conversations fondly. 

“You smell nice,” Janine commented questioningly.

It was around 12 when a woman walked into the firehouse holding a baby, greeted by Ray and Winston while they worked on the underside of the car. Winston seemed a little less enthusiastic as he held the bright hot flashlight.

"Hi Dana. This is Peter´s keeper,” Janine filled you in. The woman, Dana, gave you a kind smile. "The little bald one is Oscar."

The baby sat patiently, if not curiously, in her arms, a hand in his mouth. Dana joked at him to say hi, and he blew a small raspberry in response.

“He's adorable," you cooed, letting instincts take over as he reached out for your finger, which you gave to him. "How old?”

"10 months, and already very handsy." Dana bounced him in her arms as he tried to replace the hand in his mouth with your own. "Is Peter around?

"Somewhere." Janine yelled for him, and he beckoned for her to give him a second. Egon emerged at that point, wondering what all the noise was. His features relaxed at the sight of the infant.

"Hi, Egon." Dana greeted him, as he stood peering at the mother and her child.

"May I hold him?"

She blinked, a little dumbfounded. "I thought you said babies carried pathogens detrimental to your lymphatic system?" Oscar seemed very interested in him.

"Normally." He held his arms out, expectantly. Dana slowly concedes, and he takes the baby awkwardly. Oscar didn't seem to mind the weird angle, held almost like a freshly caught fish on his back. He kicked his feet and stretched his arms out, and Egon looked as if he was scared to move.

You laughed, though partially concerned for his stability. Babies got heavy fast. "Have you ever held a baby, Dr. Spengler?" You repositioned him so that he sat comfortably against Egon´s shoulder. "May I…?" You asked Dana, to which she nodded warmly.

Taking Oscar, you held him with ease, as he reached up to grab your nose. Bouncing him in your arms, he hit you on either side of your temples, exploring your face. "What´re you looking for?"

Unbeknownst to you, Egon was gazing at you playing with Oscar. So was Ray, across the garage. As you walked in a circle with him in your arms, Dana also watched on, amused.

"You're a parent?"

The question catches you off guard. “Oh, no. Not yet at least.”

“Waiting for ‘the one’” Janine cuts in, eyes not leaving her computer.

“Among other things.” Oscar plays with the collar of the sweater, tugging on it. Peter hopped off the last of the stairs then, exclaiming at the spectacle.

“You’ve got some hairless monster on you,” he feigns fear. Oscar looked at him once, before going back to your collar. 

Ray crosses to you both, cooing at the kid in your arms. Peter stopped him halfway there.

“Wash.”

Ray looked down at his motor-oil covered hands, and defeatedly sulked over to the garage sink. Peter turned to you, opening his mouth to say something, before snapping it closed. He narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger at you.

“Is that Eges’?”

You look down. “Is it?”

Egon went rigid, as usual, and swallowed silently. “Today’s forecast predicted a cold front.”

“We’re in the middle of the warmest spring in a decade. Mr. Softy’s outside.”

“Inaccurate journalism, then.”

While Ray’s eyes turned into slits from the sink, Peter’s widened. He put a hand on Dana’s shoulder and steered her towards the door. “I’m gonna have a quick walk with my girl here.”

“I was only stopping by for-”

“A quick walk.”

Oscar looked confused at seeing his mother go. He balled his fists in the front of your shirt. “The baby?”

“Keep it,” Peter called over his shoulder before the door shut. 

As Winston packed up all the tools under the elevated vehicle and Ray vehemently turned the pipe off, the phone rang. Janine took it, listening with “uh-huh’s” occasionally, before scribbling down an address on a notepad.

“There’s a client at,” she ripped the paper out and held it out for Ray, “this address. Golf course- she says there’s a puppet ripping out the green.” His eyes grew to the size of saucers as he read it to himself.

“Man! Are you sure this isn’t out of our zoning?” He pleaded with the tiny woman.

“I don’t know, Mr. ‘We’re ready to believe you’.” Janine resumed her typing.

“The day barely started and we’re already driving 2 hours out the way,” he grumbled., “Isn’t it Peter and Egon’s turn?” 

“It’s not. Last month we went down to that beach in Jersey.”

Ray’s incredulous glower deepened. “And you got ice cream afterwards!”

“And we’re very sorry yours melted.”

 He muttered a few things, before surrendering and pulling on his flight suit, Winston behind him begrudgingly. They repacked the car, pulled out the garage, and they were off.

Peter and Dana still weren’t back, so you sat back in the chair at Janine’s side. Oscar reached out to grab her sleeve.

“I’m returning this later, he’ll stain it.” She rolled her chair an inch away, sharpening a pencil. 

He babbled at her. “Don’t worry about Janine. She’s mean and old.” He tried leaning out of your reach to touch her face, entranced by something, before you spun the chair around. “She’ll steal your youth, Oscar.”

He looked a little bored, as he hit your temples for the second time. His brow furrowed as much as a baby could manage, as he examined your face again. “What?” You asked. He looked sad, making small whimpers at you. You turned the chair around again, showing him Egon. “He looks constipated, Dr. Spengler.”

Oscar suddenly got very excited, bouncing up and down and grabbing the air. You laugh, using your foot to bring a wheeled-stool over, waving Egon along to sit. He sat, legs comically too large for the tiny chair.

“Sure, let’s have a meeting at Janine's desk,” the woman commented dryly.

Egon looked a little bemused as the boy exclaimed for him, sitting in your lap. You scooted closer to him, so much so that your knees touched and formed a bridge, his skin getting warmer as you did. You place Oscar on the ledge you created, and he eagerly leans into Egon. He reaches for his face like he did you and Janine, but falls onto his butt in the process. Egon’s stiffness is endearing. It’s like there was a baby bear on his lap rather than a baby child. Jeez, he’s gonna burst a blood vessel at this rate.

Putting him out of his misery, you lightly grab each of his hands, steadying them on each side of the sitting baby marveling at the man in front of him. Egon’s skin is still warm, even more so now, as you coax him to pick Oscar up. The backs, at least, were a little rough and worn, but you expected no more from a scientist. He was still a man, at the end of the day. You glanced up at his panicking face, and you didn’t know any better, you’d say his chest was rising and falling more than normal. You held Egon’s large hands under your own as you aided him in raising him to eye level.

You leaned to the right, keen on teasing his bewildered face from behind Oscar’s rear end. “Was that hard, Dr. Spengler?” Oscar starts gleefully hitting his temples as he did yours.

“Do you want to have a baby.”

Janine’s typing stops. Egon’s glasses go flying off his face and land behind you, as the baby in your hands erupts in a fit of giggles before you could say anything. His hands recoiled from yours like you were a burning stove as you gently set him down, back on your own lap.

Egon looks like his brain is short circuiting and melting out his ears, which, for all you know, it was. Even with his glasses off, his face never failed to absorb you. He definitely had the face to make a few college girls lose their humility. 

He remembered human interaction and cleared his throat. “What I meant was. Oscar has a larger than normal head and large eyes. He also has an upturned, small nose.” His tone regained the scientific timbre it normally had. “Many people of,” he fished for the words, “child-rearing-age find these features…’cute’.” Janine snorted a laugh, then got up to search for his discarded eyewear somewhere on the floor.

“He’s to die for, no doubt. I just…” he’s resided lying against your legs now, his wonder satisfied for one afternoon as he teethed on one of Egon’s fingers, “Unfortunately, it takes 2 to to make a baby. I’m not exactly properly equipped to complete that job on my own” You sighed. How was your life gonna go back to normal, once your apartment was safe again? You hate to admit, but that job was you at your peak. Janine pressed the eyeglasses into Egon’s palm.

The door opened then, and Peter entered with Dana in tow. She smirked at the sight of you and Egon, knee to knee with a baby in between you.

“How cute, we’ll call up JCPenney and they can take a family photo,” she took to teasing Egon as you handed her back her son.

He sat limply in her arms, about ready for a nap. “He’s delightful, Dana.”

“Makes you wanna have one?” Janine turns in her chair to face you.

At some point during the afternoon, Janine sighed heavily at the idea of running around and completing the list of errands she’d let fester over the week as you ate together upstairs. Egon was tinkering with something at the workspace near you when he spoke up.

“Do you want me to do it?” He put the contraption down on the desk.

“You would?” Janine let her head fall on the back of the couch, holding the list out to him.

“I might as well. I can’t focus today.” He folded the paper, placing it in the pocket of his coat. As he started down the steps, he slowed, and turned his head towards you.

“Y/N? Would you mind joining me? I don’t get to the store much.” You had no objections. After washing the last of the wares you both had dirtied, you dried your hands off on a teatowel before descending the stairs on Egon’s heels.

He held the door for you as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, and the humidity hit you like  a brick. It had been a pretty warm spring, but the recent light rain seemed to cool the earth off, just a bit. It was getting gray and wet outside the longer you walked, clouds ghosting over the sun every now and again. You both walked together in comfortable silence, in an arbitrary direction (you’ve never been shopping in this area), as gentle drops on your head slowly turned into genuine precipitation.

Before you could suggest turning back, or grabbing umbrellas, the rain above you suddenly stops. As you look up, he’s holding his overcoat above your head. Head and shoulders undoubtedly getting soaked. 

“There’s a bus stop down the block. We can catch it if we run.”

With that, you’re off. Running like little kids down a hill, you narrowly avoid deep puddles and streetlamps as you giggle uncontrollably. As your feet hit the sidewalk with every step, the petrichor in the air fills your lungs like it’s your soul. In a way, in your adrenaline rushed mind, you equate it with the man next to you. 

When you finally reach the stop, the bus is lurking from the end of the street. Doubled over, you catch your breath, the air now feeling like fire leaving your esophagus. But you laugh through it all. And the man who shielded you from the rain lets out a weak, barely there chuckle. You straighten to thank him, when you notice how bad mother nature got him. Egon’s usually pomaded, high and tamed hair had fallen out of place, curls now coming loose on his head. He looked wonderful, other than most of his upper body being stained by the sudden downpour.

You can’t speak, staring at him, at the almost Grecian picture in front of you. His lips were parted slightly as he regained his energy, almost curled in a simper as the strong hands you felt earlier wiped some of the dampness from his forehead. His tie was a sky blue, unlike the sky that had dominion over you now. And god, he looked nice in blue.

As he noticed your staring, an eyebrow quirked up, only slightly. There was nothing for you to do but laugh, leaning into the tall man in front of you. He was stiff at first, and confused, but he succumbed to it soon enough, holding you as well as he couldn’t hold himself back from the ridiculousness of it all. You both probably looked like idiots, losing your minds on the side of the street. But for the first time since yesterday, you were sure of something. If this was what it felt like to be an idiot with him, you never wanted to be smart again.

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happy father’s day to all the fictional men i wanna make a father <3

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This is literally them.

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Honey {e.s}

Egon Spengler x f!Reader

this is my first time writing anything for the ghostbusters! so it'll probably suck :) gif not mine

The wind tickled your face as you walked to work clutching a box of doughnuts and holding a tray of coffee. The click of your heeled boots faded into the morning sounds of the city. You worked with the ghostbusters helping Janine out with phone calls and paperwork. You were the one who kept the cabinets and fridge stocked at the station. As you walked in you could hear the music coming from Ray’s radio, the shuffling of Janine’s paperwork, and the sound of Egon tinkering with his pack.

“I have arrived with coffee and donuts my darlings” you call out as you use your foot to shut the door. There was now a shuffle of footsteps heading for you and yells of excitement.

Janine took the box of doughnuts from your arms as you handed them each their specific coffee.

“You are truly an angel amongst this lot” Peter praises accepting his coffee. You laugh rolling your eyes at his antics. Winston patted your shoulder as he sipped his coffee.

“You get it right every time” He smiles at you. Ray gives you his usual good morning hug taking the hot cup from your gloved hands. Janine is grateful to accept the drink before the phone begins to ring. You grab Egon’s favorite doughnut from the box and his coffee heading for his lab.

“I have your breakfast Dr. Spengler” you announce entering the lab. Little did you know Egon would get flustered each time you called him by his title. You were the type of person that called people pet names when you truly care for them. Whenever you call him ‘honey’ he melts, but you don’t know that. Seeing you in a stylish yet warm outfit with a bright smile on your face holding food for him made him feel something he couldn’t describe.

“How many times must I tell you calling me Egon is fine” he jests taking the doughnut and coffee from you.

“As many times as it takes for me to get it right honey. Enjoy your food I’ll be back shortly” you disappear into the station to go about your daily tasks. After a few hours of tackling your more demanding tasks you decide to check the pantry and fridge taking note of everything they need. Asking everyone to pick their own personal snacks. As you head out you pop into the lab after softly knocking to alert Egon of your presence.

“Honey, I’m going to get some groceries for the kitchen. Do you need anything while I’m out?” asking as you stroll over to his desk with your pen and notepad. “I already put a box of Cheez-It’s on the list for you. I saw that you were low” you add.

“I think that’s all then. Are you going alone?” he asks as you get ready to walk away.

“Yup, I’m going to walk there, shouldn’t be too bad” replying with a light shrug, at that he stood up discarding his lab coat, replacing it with his suit jacket. “Egon, honey I can go alone” you try to convince him.

“I’m overdue for a break anyways. I can carry the bags for you.” He places aa hand on the small of your back walking you out the lab. You receive curious looks from the rest of the team.

“We’ll be back darlings!” you inform them, before realizing you left your purse in the kitchen. “I have to go grab my purse. I’ll be right back hon” Peter had a shit-eating grin on his face looking at Egon. Janine was giggling trying to cover it up with her magazine. Ray and Winston just looked smug.

“You got it bad Spengs” Peter grinned at his friend.

“Almost as bad as she has it” Winston adds.

“Just ask her out, I promise she wouldn’t say no” Ray says popping a cigarette between his lips. Janine makes a noise of agreement as you return to the room.

“Come on honey let’s go” you grab Egon’s large hand lightly pulling him out the station.

“Take your time honey! We’ll miss you” Peter hollers behind you two as the door closes. You expect Egon to let go of your hand as you exited the station, but his grip tightened instead. Holding you closer through the crowd as he leads you both to the store. Grabbing a buggy once you arrive he offers to push it as you collect everything on the list. Just taking the store aisle by aisle since Peter said take your time, you’ll use it to your advantage. You added some groceries you needed for your apartment as well. As you searched for the items needed, Egon just admired you. He helped you when you needed to get things from a higher shelf. That’s when you took your turn to admire him. Winston wasn’t wrong that you had it bad for Egon. How could you not? You may not be into science as much as he does, but you loved to hear him talk about his findings and his interests. You would let him talk to you about anything, and he even listened when you would talk about your interests. He never made you feel like you were less intelligent, he thought you were brilliant and provided stimulating conversation. As you tried to reach a box of your favorite cereal, Egon chuckled watching your attempt before reaching right past you to grab it.  

“You two look like such a sweet couple” a pair of elderly ladies gushed. Instead of ruining their vision you flash them a sparkling smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Thank you so much! He’s the absolute sweetest, just like honey” you gush looking up at him for a moment before looking back at the ladies.

“I bet he is. You two enjoy yourselves. Love is a wonderful thing” the shorter of the ladies say grabbing the taller one’s hand looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky.

“Have a wonderful day lovelies!” you wished them as they headed past you. You haven’t let go of Egon yet. His hand rested on your waist keeping you between him and the buggy. He only let you go to grab the items on the list until it was time to pay. Once everything was bagged and paid for he took hold of your hand as you walked back to the station. He’s been quiet since the conversation with the ladies, but not in an uncomfortable way. More like the gears were turning in his brain trying to figure out what to say. When the fire station was in sight he began walking faster pulling you along to keep up with his long strides. A chorus of ‘hello’s or welcome back’ rang through the station, but he was on a mission, so your ‘hi darlings’ trailed off quickly.  Placing the bags he carried on the counter he gestured for you to do the same. However, he stopped you from putting away the groceries.

“What’s wrong honey?” you asked concerned, you haven’t seen him look this flustered since you gave him a hug for the first time.

“Why didn’t you correct the ladies in the store?” he asked as he started pacing around the kitchen.

“They looked so precious Egon. The way they looked at us. I couldn’t tell them otherwise. Besides why would I want to disagree with them?” you rhetorically asked. Pausing in his pacing, he stares at you like you said something crazy. “Don’t give me that look Spengler” you huffed leaning against the counter, crossing your arms looking away from him.

“You wouldn’t mind being seen with me?” he asked in a low tone. It was your turn to look at him crazy.

“Are you kidding?” you pause taking in the look on his face, he was genuinely asking. “Egon, honey why would I ever mind being seen with you? It is an absolute honor in my eyes to be seen with you” you reach for his hands. “How are you so smart, yet so oblivious?”

“I am not oblivious” he retorts with a pout.

“Egon, I love you but you’re oblivious. How upfront do I need to be to get you to understand?” you ask gazing into his warm eyes. You let his hands go breaking the moment. “I’ll start putting the groceries away, we can continue this later” turning away quickly dismissing your admission. Despite what you were trying to do, Egon had different plans. He gently grabs your hand turning you around pinning you between his body and the counter.

“Can you say it again?” his tone was almost desperate, as if he didn’t believe you could possibly feel that way for him.

“I love you” your voice was soft, but your tone was firm which left no room for arguing. Throwing your arms around his neck you pull him down for a kiss catching him by surprise. One of his hands stays gripping the counter behind you as the other holds your bodies close together. His lips were quick to match the rhythm of yours, he pulls back your noses touching.

“ I love you too by the way” he breathlessly chuckles.

“I would hope so with a kiss like that Dr. Spengler” you tease.

“I quite enjoy when you call me doctor” his grip tightened on your waist.

“Okay lovers no making little science babies in the kitchen” Peter interrupts before Egon has the chance to kiss you again.

“I’ll just take Dr. Spengler home then Venkman. We’ll see you tomorrow darlings” you grab Egon’s hand dragging him out the station. “Also whoever puts the groceries away for me gets a home cooked meal of their choice” you shout back into the station before shutting the door. Egon had a goofy grin on his face as you dragged him through the busy sidewalk.

[augiewrites]

“psychic” - ray stantz

summary: ray invites a psychic to help them on a job

pairing: ray stantz x psychic!reader

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this turned out so long and is kind of niche but dr. ray stantz if you read this im free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on Thursday night when i’m free.

Spooks and specters aside, Ray liked to think that he was a reasonable, level-headed man.

His friends, however, tended to disagree.

“C’mon, Ray, you can’t believe everything this crack says just ‘cause they’re a smokeshow,” Peter chastised him from the passenger seat.

“I consulted with multiple colleagues before I even thought about using their services. I will have you know that—”

“Ah, and I’m sure those colleagues had a plethora of scientific backing.”

“You weren’t even there,” Ray scoffed, “if you would just set your biases aside for one second, one second—”

“OH, please!”

“—you might actually learn something valuable!”

“You know, this is getting ridiculous, Ray.” Peter shook his head, looking out the window.

“Ridiculous, I’m being ridiculous, that’s rich.” Ray muttered to himself.

Egon’s monotone voice broke through from the backseat, “The accuracy of the reading was quite impressive.” He didn’t bother looking up from the gadget he was toying with.

“Thank you!” “Not you, too!” Ray and Peter exclaimed in unison.

“Look, Ray,” Peter turned in his seat to face his friend, “a few lucky guesses doesn’t mean someone’s qualified.”

“Last I checked, you didn’t have any better ideas.” Ray retorted.

“Just because I don’t have any better ideas doesn’t mean this is our only option.”

Ray cut the wheel sharply into a parking spot, narrowly avoiding the other parked cars as Ecto-1 jerked to a stop.. “Pete, our equipment isn’t giving us accurate readings, the spirit is non-communicative, and there are too many objects to know which one it’s attached to. This discussion. Is. Over.”

Three car doors were flung open—only two slammed shut.

”What happened to ‘I’m not stepping foot in that scammer’s lair’?” Ray threw over his shoulder.

“If you think I’m letting you go in there alone to get manipulated by a con artist, you’re even crazier than I thought,” Peter scoffed, “especially now that Spengler’s compromised.”

“I can assure you that I am not compromised.”

“Whatever, Pete,” Ray pushed open the door to the apartment complex, “just…don’t be yourself.”

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Peter lectured Ray the entire way up to the fifth floor, and was about to octuple down on his argument when the plain door opened, cutting him off.

The psychic smiled warmly at the trio.

”Dr. Stantz, Dr. Spengler, welcome back,” they moved aside, gesturing them into the apartment, “and you must be Dr. Venkman. Welcome, my name’s Y/N.”

Y/N extended a hand, and Peter gave it a brief shake.

“Yeah, pleasure’s all mine.”

If looks could kill, Ray would’ve killed Peter a long time ago.

”Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Y/N.” What Peter gave in sarcasm, Ray made up for in sincerity.

��It’s no problem at all—please, take a seat.”

Ray promptly sat in the plush chair closest to Y/N, and Egon took the other, leaving Peter sitting on a low cushion on the floor.

Y/N gave them another smile, “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

”Well—“ Peter began, but was promptly cut off by Ray.

”We have a job, you see. A client recently inherited his great-uncle’s estate, but there’s this poltergeist—real nasty one. We think it has an attachment to something in the house, but we can’t figure out what.”

Y/N nodded, “Hm, I see.”

Peter butted in, “These goofs were hoping you’d come to the house and be their ghost hound.”

”Peter.” Ray gave him a warning look.

”And I take it you don’t want my help?” Y/N raised an inquisitive brow.

”I mean, don’t get me wrong. I appreciate that you need to make a living. I’m just not buying it.”

“I am so sorry about him, Y/N,” Ray started.

Y/N just laughed, their focus still on Peter.

“Last week. You were on a date—she was a little too young for you, by the way.”

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N cut him off.

”You thought you were going to get lucky, but she got cold feet, kicked you out of the car and drove off with your pants. Left you there, hanging in the breeze.”

”How did you—“

”There’s a man with you, he saw the whole thing. Says his name’s Bill. He couldn’t wait to tell someone about it.”

Peter gaped at Y/N, speechless for possibly the first time in his life. Images of his late uncle Bill flashed in his mind. He had always found humor in other people’s misery.

Y/N turned their attention to Ray, who was already looking at them in awe. “I would be happy to help,” they briefly looked over his shoulder with a warm smile, “your mother says hello, by the way. Lovely woman.”

“Th-thank you.” Ray stammered a bit.

“You were actually my last appointment of the day, if you would like to go now.”

Peter shot up from the cushion, heading toward the door. “Great, let’s go.”

He just wanted to get Y/N out of his life before they could reveal anything else about him.

”Don’t mind him.” Ray smiled at Y/N apologetically.

“Oh, trust me, I won’t.” Y/N beamed back, grabbing their things and following Ray out the door.

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Ray guided Y/N into the passenger seat, much to Peter’s chagrin.

He was back to his usual self, leaning up from the backseat and gripping the back of Ray’s seat as he questioned their new addition.

”So these people—spirits—are just watching us at all times.”

”Well, yeah,” Y/N laughed softly, “unfortunately, they don’t have much else to do.”

Peter sat back in his seat, looking mortified.

”Really makes you reconsider how you act, right?”

Peter thought for a moment.

”Nah, nothing Casper can do about it, anyway. Bunch of creeps.”

Ray scoffed. “Very inspirational, Pete,” he snuck a glance at Y/N, “I know I’ll be thinking twice the next time I pick my nose—figuratively speaking, of course. I do not pick my nose.”

“Of course,” Y/N laughed, “but really, you can’t stop living just because you might have a few spectators.”

”See, they get me.” Peter lightly slapped Ray’s arm before he turned into the driveway and put the car in park.

Y/N exited the car, looking up at the house.

”Are the owners home?” They inquired, glancing at Ray.

”No,” he lightly jingled his keyring, “they gave us the spare key while we figure this out.”

Y/N looked back at the house.

”Oh…well, there’s a woman upstairs. She looks upset.”

”Yeah, they must be pretty angry. Keeps throwing things around and killing the power.”

”No,” Y/N frowned, starting toward the house, “she looks…sad.”

Ray followed Y/N, unlocking the door and guiding them to the staircase.

”I think you may have this ghost misunderstood. The energy here is…” Y/N paused, thinking, “low…but I don’t think there’s anyone here that means harm.”

The pair moved through the house, Peter and Egon left down in the foyer.

”Activity has been most concentrated in the master bedroom, the door to your left.” Ray nodded at the slightly ajar door. “We think that what we’re looking for is in there.”

Y/N wordlessly nodded and walked to the bedroom, pausing abruptly in the doorway.

”Oh, hello,” they greeted the air in a soft voice.

Ray craned his neck from the hallway, seeing nothing in the room. Y/N, however, had their eyes trained on the vanity.

”I see…” They shot a solemn look at Ray. “She’s been here for a long time.”

“That doesn���t make sense,” Ray rubbed his chin, “our clients said this activity was new.”

”The activity may be new, but she isn’t.” Y/N now stood by the vanity, lightly trailing their fingertips across the assorted beauty products, jewelry, and papers strewn across the surface. “She stayed back to be with her husband, at first…but now that he’s gone…”

Ray nodded sympathetically, “she doesn’t know how to move on.”

Y/N opened a small drawer with a sigh, picked up an envelope, and gently pulled out a yellowed piece of paper.

”She wrote it for her husband.” Y/N’s eyes scanned the letter. Before long, a tear fell down their cheek and they folded the letter up before reaching back into the envelope and pulling out a small ring.

Y/N slipped both the letter and the ring back into the envelope, wiped the tear from their cheek, and turned to Ray, handing him the letter.

”Here,” their voice sounded small, like they were taking on the pain of the spirit, “you’ll have to burn it…hopefully she can find him.”

Ray silently followed them out of the room, out of the house, and back into the car. Peter was asking Y/N and Ray a new question every other second, but Ray simply brushed him off as Y/N rested their head on the window, looking drained.

The rest of the drive was quiet, and Ray offered to walk Y/N to their apartment upon arrival. He shot Peter a look, silently letting him know to not follow.

The silence continued the whole way to their door, where Y/N cleared their throat and looked at Ray. “Thank you for walking me.”

”It’s no problem,” Ray smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels, “it really affects you, doesn’t it?”

Y/N sighed, looking down at their hands, suddenly very interested in the rings adorning their fingers.

”Only sometimes,” Y/N sighed again, “when I’m too empathetic for my own good. I just couldn’t imagine…being left behind like that.”

Ray reached out to lightly grasp their upper arm. “Well, hey…at least there’s folks like you here to help those left behind, right?”

”Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Y/N met his gaze, “thanks, Ray, really.”

”Anytime.” Ray gave their arm a light squeeze and dropped his hand to his side.

Neither of them moved to retreat.

”Well…I’ll let you get back to your work.” A slight blush powdered Y/N’s cheeks, and they suddenly felt embarrassment blooming in their chest.

Before the door could close between them, however, Ray stepped forward.

”Wait!” He blurted, feeling an embarrassment of his own creeping in. “Can I…see you again?”

Y/N gave him that warm smile that made him feel like they were the only two people on Earth.

”You know where to find me.”

Ray lingered at their door for a moment after it closed, feeling light, before retreating back to the car.

”Oh, no!” Peter cried out as Ray slid into the driver’s seat. “I know that look! Don’t tell me you’re gonna start bringing them around on a regular basis—I do not need any more spirits airing out my business.”

Egon cut in from the backseat, “I, for one, would enjoy hearing more of what Bill has to say.”

”Well I never want to hear from Bill ever again,” Peter gave Ray a serious look, “Oh, don’t smile, Ray. It’s a serious breach of privacy. You can’t expect me to—“

Ray turned up the radio, drowning out Peter’s wailings.

He drove into the night, the smile never leaving his face.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,062

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 5 minutes

I've been playing a bunch of the Ghostbusters game, and it honestly drives me crazy how messy it is at the firehouse. So this imagine way born from that pet peeve of mine. Enjoy. :)

Walking up to the second floor of the firehouse, (Y/n) sat down her bag, looking around the large room she sighed softly. The place was a mess, as always. She understood perfectly well why the place wasn't always clean, they guys were busy, always busy. Especially after Peck shut down the containment unit, and released all the ghosts they had captured over the past few months. Walking into the kitchen and dining area, she began picking up loose trash and tossing it into the nearby trashcan. The trash was nearly half full to begin with, and after a few minutes of working, it was totally full. She pulled the bag out of the bin, tied it up, and sat it aside.

As she was putting a new bag into the bin, the boys came wandering up the stairs. Funny she hadn't even heard them pull in downstairs. They all greeted her tiredly as they passed by, going straight to their quarters. (Y/n) continued to clean up the littered trash, and the expired food from the fridge. A short while later, Ray come back into the common room. His hair still dripping from his shower. The others having showered and gone straight to bed. "You know you don't have to do all of this (Y/n)." Ray said as he assisted in gathering up the dirty dishes. "Well I am an assistant, and I assist where I'm needed." She smiled softly at her favorite ghostbuster.

"Yeah I guess, but this is our mess." He shrugged, smiling bashfully. "I'm happy to help Ray, besides you guys have your hands full as it is. Speaking of which, go to bed, I've got this covered." She insisted as she took the dishes from his hands, placing them beside the sink, and then preparing the water. "No I'm alright, let me help." He argued, standing beside her stacking the dishes accordingly. "Ray you've been working all day, and you're exhausted. Go get some rest." She smiled at him, playfully bumping her shoulder into his. "I'm not going anywhere." He stated in a playfully serious tone. "You're stubborn, you know that?" She smiled at him, but stopped arguing over the matter any further.

"People usually say that about Peter." Ray joked, effectively making (Y/n) snort with laughter. "Yeah and he definitely is, but apparently so are you." She mused, making him smile. "I wash and rinse, you dry and put them away?" (Y/n) offered as she set to work on scrubbing the dishes. "I think I can manage that." Ray hummed as he retrieved a clean dishtowel. "Well I sure hope so, we've got plenty to do here." She teased as she began rinsing the first sink of dishes. Once the dishes were finished, they picked up the last bits of trash, swept the floor, and then began hauling the trash bags out to the dumpster out back. "I'll get some groceries tomorrow morning." (Y/n) stated as they hauled out the last two bags.

"I'll go with you." Ray added as he tossed his bag in the dumpster, he then took (Y/n)'s and threw it out as well. "You don't have to do that, I can manage alright." She blushed lightly as Ray held open the door open for her. "I know... But I want to." Ray smiled bashfully, following her back upstairs. "Well in that case, I'd love the company." She mused as they stood at the top of the stairs. "Now you should go to bed, you need some sleep." She stated as she grabbed her bag. "I'd rather spend some more time with you." Ray admitted, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "And do what Dr. Stantz?" (Y/n) asked as she peered at him, their chests nearly touching from how close she'd moved towards him.

"M-maybe get some dinner? I-I haven't actually eaten since lunch." Ray stammered a little, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Home cooked, or takeout?" She asked. "Considering how late it is, how about takeout?" He asked, trying to sound relaxed, but looking anything but. "Sounds like a date, come on you can stay with me tonight, wouldn't want to disturb the guys." She smiled as his blush depend. "A d-date?" Ray stammered again, following her back downstairs. "If you want it to be." (Y/n) turned to him on the landing of the stairs. "I-I." He cleared his throat. "Do you want it to be?" He asked, again trying to act casual. "I'd love nothing more." She admitted, blushing a bit herself.

"Really!?" Ray beamed in visible excitement, again clearing his throat and trying to play it cool. "I mean... Then it's a date." He smiled charmingly, making (Y/n) giggle softly. "Good." She mused, leaning towards his face to kiss his cheek. Ray blushed deeper, following after her like a lovesick puppy. "Do you think..." Ray trailed off as they walked to (Y/n)'s car. "What is it Ray?" She asked curiously. "Would you maybe want to go on an actual date sometime? Like to a restaurant." He asked. "How about a picnic in the park? Restaurants are always so busy, and a picnic is more intimate." (Y/n) countered. "A picnic... Yeah that sounds really nice." Ray smiled at the thought. "Saturday maybe?" She offered, making Ray beam at her again. "It's a date." He hummed happily.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

Could I get a scenario for egon spengler x reader: where the reader is a sketch artist (like an artist that works for the police and does sketches) but in this case it's for the ghostbusters, where they sketch the ghosts based off a witnesses description and document them in a ghost journal of their cases. After one of their cases, Egon wanted to make a note in the ghost journal but ends up finding a different notebook that are not ghost sketches, but sketches of the ghostbusters and most of the sketches are of him. Reader walks in to see Egon found their personal sketch book and freaks out and becomes a stuttering mess. They end up confessing to each other and please make it extra fluffy. Maybe throw in a kiss or two lol. Sorry if this is long, but I had some inspo and your work has been lovely 😊

Awww of course I can do this!

“Your arts amazing..”

Egon Spengler x reader

You sighed as you closed your personal sketch book. You were in need for some decent coffee and you knew who to bribe. You went to the garage where Ray was and poked his shoulder “wanna get coffee? I need the caffeine” Ray chuckled and put his hands on his hips “let me get cleaned up and we will take the Ecto 1”

You nodded and got into the Ecto 1 smiling “hey girl. You’re just going to a coffee shop today nothing exciting” you patted the seat and yawned, meanwhile Egon was looking for some photo evidence of the recent ghost they’d captured. When he opened the sketchbook it wasn’t Ghosts but him and his fellow ghostbusters..strange…as he flipped through more most of them were just of him.

He lost track of time looking at all your sketches so much so you and Ray had gotten back from the coffee shop and you were outside the lab. You froze as you saw him looking into your personal sketch book cheeks ablaze with heat “e…Egon uh…mn”

He looked up and kept his calm composure. He was flattered that you’d drawn him so many times “your arts amazing” your heart began beating faster and because of the coffee “oh uh…thank..thank you?” He put the book down and went over to you kissing your forehead “and I saw the confession I love you to” you whined and hid your face in his chest as it rumbled with laughter.

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being Married To Old Man Ray Stantz

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): old man!Ray Stantz x gn!also old!reader (romantic)

Warnings: Possibly inaccurate science words, because I'm a simpleton. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Here's my first Ghostbusters thing! I've got a few other Ghostbusters fics in the works, mostly Ray-based reader-inserts because I'm in love with him, but I've also got a Phoebe-centric character study in the works that's based on part of her storyline in Frozen Empire. By the way, I loved Frozen Empire! I've already seen it three times, and it's such a joy. I'll try to catch it a couple more times at least before it leaves cinemas. Anyway, I haven't included any explicit spoilers for Frozen Empire in this, so you're safe to read this if you haven't seen it yet. I'd love to write more old man Ray Stantz fics, especially something involving Phoebe. I'm really excited to write for Ghostbusters, so feel free to send in requests! I've only seen the movies, but I plan on watching the Real Ghostbusters at some point soon. Also, even though I took my mum to see Frozen Empire the other day, I still don't have anyone to talk to about this movie, so please feel free to talk to me about it!)

It’s evident that, even after all of these years, Ray is still madly in love with you.

The adoration with which he looks at you is clear as day.

Venkman has always loved to tease you both about how sickly sweet your relationship is.

He will make fake gagging when either of you are affectionate to one another when he’s around.

(He won’t admit it, but he actually finds your relationship to be kind of cute)

It’s not like either of you are overly lovey-dovey, especially now.

Ray’s naturally a very passionate and expressive guy, but he’s rarely mushy.

Still, you show one another how much you care.

I have this idea that your silent way of saying ‘I love you’ to each other is holding the other’s hand, stroking their knuckles with your thumb and smiling at them.

It just seems so cute to have this thing that you’ve been doing for your whole relationship.

Ray knows you like the back of his hand, and you know him just the same.

It’s almost scary how well you know one another.

I can imagine that there’s been a time that someone’s asked one of you a question, and the other has been able to answer it with ease.

I love the idea of Ray being with someone who’s not a scientific mind like himself.

So, if you’re not as knowledgeable about the supernatural as Ray, you’ll still have picked up on plenty of information against your will, and Ray will always be impressed with and proud of you when you manage to regurgitate or understand his ‘science-y word salad’ (as you have referred to it).

He will also find it very attractive when you talk supernatural or science to him, but he tries not to make it obvious.

His eyes still light up like he’s a kid on Christmas when he explains supernatural stuff to you or tells you about a new psychically charged item he’s bought, and you find it so endearing.

Also, I can imagine him practically forcing you to listen to Podcast’s podcast when he discovers it, and you both end up getting really into it.

As devoted as he still is to his work and his supernatural endeavours, spending time with you is his greatest priority.

He might miss being an active Ghostbuster, but the silver lining of it is that he gets more time with you than he ever used to.

Even if you both used to be Ghostbusters, it’s nice to spend time together that doesn’t involve being covered in ghost slime and shouting over nuclear accelerators.

If you’ve not got anything else to do, I think it’d be sweet if you kept him company in his store.

Phoebe and Trevor are your honorary grandkids and you and Ray are beyond proud of them, especially Phoebe, who you’re closest to of the two of them.

Phoebe will always remind the both of you of Egon, so whenever she does something particularly Egon-like, you will exchange a knowing glance, and when she’s gone you’ll end up reminiscing about your old friend.

If Phoebe or the other Spenglers ever want to hear about Egon, you’re both more than happy to talk to them about him.

Even in his golden years, Ray is still the same sweet, passionate, excitable man you married all those years ago.

Sure, the regular excitement that came with Ghostbusting is long behind you both, but you both cherish this quieter time together just as much.

[spenglerssweetheart]

obviously I saw your reqs r currently not open so take ur time but uhh,, hippie!reader sharing a blunt w egon after a rough day? but like hippie in a 70s spiritual way, I think its silly to pair a character with a seeming opposite:]]

You got me. This is my weakness, couldn’t stop thinking about this all freaking day. I will say I will definitely be adding a little bit of my own twist to reader but if it doesn’t align with you, I absolutely apologize. Also giving them a little bit of shotgunning action. I hope that’s okay :p

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Pairing - Egon Spengler x Hippie!Reader

Description - Egon goes over to readers place, hoping to find some comfort and a way to relax after a tough long day.

Warnings - Smoking, Mentions of weed, etc.

“What’s it all about, this crazy love?…”

Y/n hummed as she first walked up the stairs to her apartment. She had just gotten home after having a rough day at her job. She worked down at the record store, and much never happened there, except for today. As she stepped inside, She let out a soft sigh as she set her bag down by the door, walking over to the windows to open them all up.

As she began to walk over to the kitchen, she could hear a gentle knock on her door, which caused her to perk up slightly in surprise. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, especially not now but she made her way to the door, opening it slightly before she opened it fully after she saw who stood at the door. “Egon! Hi, I wasn’t expecting you. Come in, what can I do for you?” She asked, his tall figure strolling in and glancing down at her, watching as she closed the door behind him.

“Well.. I’ve had a rough day, being around the others won’t do me any good at the moment.” He said as he watched her walk around the apartment, tending to her houseplants. He took in her outfit, a mid-thigh length skirt with a longer train to the back, paired with a loose floral top, a denim vest to go with it as well. He noticed she possibly had just gotten home seeing as her brown mid-calf boots were still on her feet. As she turned he noticed the floral stitching on her boots, his eyebrow quirking just a bit before he could hear the jangle of her bracelets and rings nearing.

“Egon?” He heard before he snapped out of whatever trance he was in, glancing down at her. “Oh- yes sorry, what was that?” He murmured, feeling a fluster rise to his cheeks hearing Y/n’s raspy giggle. “I had asked if you wanted anything to drink, water, tea? Can of soda?” She repeated, Egon thinking before he responded. “I’ll have some tea. Eh- Hot tea if you have any.” He replied before Y/n gently nodded, walking over to the kitchen.

“Chamomile with honey alright?” She asked, getting her kettle started, pulling out two mismatched mugs. “Thats perfect, thank you” He replied as he turned to take a seat on one of the different seats she had. Before he took a seat, he removed his coat, sort of just taking in the different decorations Y/n had draped around her apartment. Seeing the way she decorated and had her living space really captured her eccentric personality, it was sort of refreshing to him, considering he wasn’t that much of an expressive person.

As he sat down, he could hear the jangly sounds of her jewelry nearing once more, his eyes wandering as she came around to sit on a love seat, her curls bouncing as she sat down. “You mentioned your day was rough, did you wanna talk about it?” He heard her ask as she leant over, opening a small drawer from the small side table she had besides the loveseat she sat at. “Well.. Today was just infuriating, we had all kinds of calls today, but Peter just couldn’t keep his mouth shut in front of the clients and Ray was just his excited self, which isn’t necessarily bad… it can just get very overwhelming at times. And I was very overwhelmed. After the calls, Peter and Janine are both in a sour mood and when they’re in a sour mood, they make it everyone else’s problem. It got just a bit too much today. I also ended up snapping at Peter but it was deserved.”

Egon said as he spoke, his hands waving slightly as he spoke. His tone was somewhat stale but Y/n could sense the tension in the way he spoke. “That’s horrible, and definitely annoying. I’m glad you came to me, I think I may have something to cheer you up” She said softly, a small smile creeping up on her face as she pulled a pre-rolled blunt out of the small drawer she was reaching into beforehand.

“Have you smoked one before?” Y/n asked, her eyes tracing over his features as she tried to read his expression. Surprisingly Egon nodded his head which caught Y/n completely off guard. “Believe it or not, I had my fair share of experimentations with weed.” He shared which simply made Y/n nod, the information making her feel a little better about it. “Well.. Shall we then?” She asked, as she grabbed her lighter, Egon nodding softly, feeling as this might actually help him relax a little more than what he’d usually do to relax.

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As a little time passed since they started smoking the blunt, they were fairly quiet. Egon felt light, his head tilted back to rest on the sofa as Y/n laid with her legs gently atop of Egon’s lap. He already had removed a few garments as well, his coat, his tie and his shirt had been unbuttoned just a top. She laid with her eyes closed, the blunt resting between her fingers before she took another drag, holding it in before she exhaled, passing it over to Egon. As he gently took it he glanced down at her, before a gentle but genuine smile formed on his lips.

“Thank you for this, I really appreciate this.” Egon said before he repeated her actions from moments before. His words made Y/n hum softly in response before she sat up slightly, resting on her forearms, her eyes low as she opened them slightly. “Of course, I appreciate you giving me company today.” She said softly, tilting her head to the side, her curls falling place before she sat up completely, reaching up to remove his glasses, curious to see him without.

He simply stared in adoration, unsure if it was the effect of the weed or if it was his own heart, but he was sure that whatever he was feeling, was a good one. He allowed her to continue, never being this relaxed with anyone, or genuinely close unless necessary. She simply waited for him to stop her but realizing he never did, she moved his glasses to be atop of his head. Her movements gentle as he continued to watch her.

Seeing as he stared down at her in admiration, she giggled slightly, feeling a little funny. “You have very pretty eyes” She hummed before she rested her side against the couch, still looking up at Egon. He gently passed the blunt back to her and she got a small idea. Placing the blunt between her lips, similarly to Ray usually would, she slowly moved her legs, adjusting so that she’d rest on her legs as she sat up. “I wanna try somethin’ is that okay?” She asked softly, grabbing hold of the blunt once more, exhaling whatever smoke she inhaled in the opposite direction.

He nodded softly, curious as to what it could be. She tilted her head slightly as she thought of how to ask him. “Have you heard of shotgunning? Or like shotgunning smoke?” she asked softly as she handed him the blunt, Egon thinking as he took the blunt before he conclusively shook his head.

“No, what’s that?” He asked, his eyes feeling just the slightest bit heavy. She bit her lip before she began explaining. “So basically, One of us, it could be you or me, and you basically inhale like you normally would but when you’re ready to exhale, I guess I’d be inhaling the smoke as it comes from your lips.” she said, trying her best to explain before a small laugh left her lips. Egon thought before he nodded, imagining what she could be explaining.

“Can we try it?” He asked, tilting his head back once again, his eyes still on her. She nodded softly, watching as he lifted his head as she pressed the blunt between her lips, inhaling and holding it before she leant in close, sort of seeing that being that close had made him nervous. She watched as he glanced down at her lips before she began to blow the smoke at his lips, seeing as he inhaled it. Both of their eyes seemed to close shortly after, as if they had kissed.

Egon was first to open his eyes, Y/n doing the same shortly after. Both of them silently stared, tingly and relaxed. There wasn’t anything awkward but they were both definitely feeling much closer than before. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

Egon had asked as Y/n gently passed him the blunt, and she sat back, returning to her other position her legs beginning to stretch over his lap as she sat up. “I had an ex, who was unfortunately in the Vietnam war, he told me they did drugs out of their shotguns. I can’t quite remember how they did but what we just did I guess mimicked what we just did. Shotgunning” She explained as she watched him.

“Hm, that’s very simple.” He said softly, as he laid his head back once again, handing the blunt back. Y/n gently took one last hit before putting it out on an ashtray. As the silence fell above the two of them once again, they each stared off into the distance, the sound of soft but older music played from Y/n’s record player as the sounds of the city accompanied it. Their breathing became adjacent and slow as they were both fully relaxed.

Each of them not quite really thinking, Egon gently had his hands on Y/n’s legs, as Y/n had rested her head just about the same on the sofa. Egon glanced over at Y/n once again, remembering she placed his glasses on his head before he fixed them to rest on his nose once again.

“Thank you once again, I really appreciate it.” He hummed, Y/n beginning to shake her head, waving her hand. “Don’t worry about it, I mean it. I will always be here regardless to help you relax whenever you need it. Now I should probably order us some takeout, for once this high is over.” She giggled, closing her eyes as Egon did the same.

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I had to give in, my requests are still most definitely closed but I genuinely got a bit too excited to write this one out. I really hope you guys enjoyed this, thank you to anon for requesting this and temporarily getting me out of whatever funk I’ve been in, I appreciate you. If you enjoyed this, thank you, please leave a little like, maybe even a repost. I will see you all soon, bye bye now. Toodles <3

[tuliptired]

He’s Good People

Chapter 1: Ask me, I Won't Say No (How Could I?)

Pairing(s) Reader/Ray, Reader/Egon Reader/Winston

Summary: Janine's always told you that you had a strong "line of fate". Whatever that meant. When you lose your job and apartment, however, you're offered a (temporary) fix with her ever-generous employers.

Hopefully part of a series! A little Ray-centric- Check Ao3 for more tags and warnings.

read it on Ao3!

Today was the big day. You’d be working at your job at a major TV station for just about forever now, and it was about due time for a promotion. The pay was decent, enough to clothe and feed you and have the slightest amount left over, and you got to specialize in what you loved all day, everyday, while contributing to American television. The varieties of the entertainment industry. 

But you were starting to come to the realization that maybe your skills were a little underappreciated. You worked quickly, feverishly, and passionately, after all. You’d be damned if you said you hadn’t been dreading turning up everyday for a little while now. You put off asking, figuring that you should be grateful to be employed at all, but coaxing from your very opinionated best friend you gained while interning in Brooklyn proved fruitful, as she sat on the phone with you.

“You’re worthy. You’re deserving, they’re lucky to have you, you’re doing them a favor by showing up,” she repeated the affirmation to you, undoubtedly breaking a rule or two as she used her work phone from her receptionist job for a personal call. She'd been your biggest supporter, from every new hairstyle or investment, and she knew you were more than capable of whatever a higher position could offer you. You, on the other hand, stared at your reflection in the mirror. You don't really know what you'd do if turned down. You need this, your heart clenches a bit.  

You steeled your nerves, taking a deep breath in and a light breath out. “I am worthy, I am deserving, they’re lucky to have me, I’m doing them a favor by showing up,’ you chanted. The chord of the landline strained against the stretch you put it through from the kitchen to the bathroom. 

“That’s the spirit,” she praised you on the other end. Before you could respond, a sharp beep interrupted you, and she groaned lightly.

“Other line. Listen, I gotta go, but I want details. You know where to call me- and call me as soon as you get word,” she ordered you, causing the fear in your stomach to reemerge, the moment coming closer. But, her voice did make you feel better, in a way.

“Thanks, Janine, pray for me,” you half-begged, desperation unashamedly showing in your tone.

“Mazel.” The phone clicked.

You took what felt like the hundredth calming breath, and it was only 9 am. As you exited your apartment, the world woke up around you, the walk to the bus a little more packed as you made your way down town. On the bus, there was an ad for the Ghostbusters across from you. You laughed to yourself at its presence, a square poster of the 4 men simply standing in a line. The only other design is a little tagline- ¨who you gonna call?¨

You´d always wanted to ask Janine about her place of employment, naturally. She only ever brushed it off as a day job that took up too much of her free time, but you were a bit more curious than that. Believing in ghosts and spirits and monsters wasn't something you were necessarily taken with, but if there's a ghost up somewhere in Albany, it's not your problem. Leave it to the professionals, if they wanted a call so bad. Their pseudo-celebrity statuses were admirable, though- their ads for drinks and toys and services took up 70% of your network’s commercial breaks.

You were practically dripping with a mix of assuredness, sweat from your walk, and a tinge of fear as you clocked in when inside the giant, bustling company. The walk to your workspace felt like you were walking into war, going over every point you wanted to make the moment you saw your supervisor. He was a little hard to get to, really. He was even able to convince you that the due date he had given you in writing was much, much earlier- and you believed him, until you were working overtime with your entire department for the 3rd night in a row for something you had a month to finish.

You were intercepted halfway to your desk, and your confidence dropped to your toes as his smile wasn’t the half-there, busy and distracted one he often held. It was deliberate. He wanted something from you.

“Y/N! Goodmorning, goodmorning. I need a quick word with you.” God damnit. 

His sudden appearance derailed your ability to form respectable sentences, your fingers fumbling with the lapels of your shirt cuffs. “Actually, I was looking for you too,” your tone betraying you.

He led you into his office suite, a brown set of rooms that got less presentable as they went from reception to official-one-desk-two-chairs territory. He stopped you in the hall, where ambient lights illuminated pictures of happy talent, tv producers, and writers who struck it big under his guidance smiling big with awards in hand. “Spare a minute?” He put his hand on your shoulder. Asshole, you can’t refuse. You were already there.

He didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s been a real busy season, huh? Lots of work. Lots of talented stars. SNL’s really jumping off, isn’t it?” You smiled with a bit of pride, knowing the time you and your colleagues put into the success of an experimental show like it, albeit behind the scenes.

“I’m gonna tell it to you like it is, ‘cause you’re a smart kid. You went to Columbia, right?”

Flattery. You answered anyway. “Yeah. Yeah, I was gonna put some time aside for my masters,” you try and broach the conversation back into your favor. Tell him about your ambitions, your qualifications, and the job will fall into your lap.

He had an unreadable expression, his manufactured appearance unwavering. His mid length brown hair and brown suit nearly blended in with his decor. A blank slate was important in entertainment, he told you one day, you want to be what boys and girls want to see, he said. “You’re gonna have a hell of a lot of time then, kid.”

You blinked, words tumbling out your mouth before you could measure them. “I beg your pardon?” You asked earnestly. 

“Lots of work. Lots of talented stars,” he repeats. “It costs a lot to keep the boys and girls happy. Too much to keep certain departments as big as they are.” He swallows, picking up where he left off. “I figured, you’d feel better hearing it from a friendly face then some corporate robot, huh?”

You don’t remember how you got to the payphone, but you did, and you shakily entered Janine’s work number as tears and snot threatened to spill over the dam that was your face.

So there you were, her by your side, sitting under a tree in a nearby park, leaving work for a “personal emergency”, ignoring the voice of her boss as she made her way downtown. You felt bad, coating her shoulder in your sadness, but you couldn’t help it.

“He sounds like a total jackass,” she insisted. “I would’ve put my foot up his…¨ She looked down at you, your cries resigned to snotty sniffles. “You okay?” She asked softly.

You looked at her weakly. “Am I a loser?” You choked out, feeling absolutely miserable. This was rock bottom if you’ve ever been there. Jobless and bawling in a public park.

Janine grabbed your hands. “Don’t ever say something like that again. I’m telling you, your fate is something bigger.” Your eyes got glossy again, and she shook you around forcefully.

“No more crying! C’mon,” she hoisted you to your feet, head spinning and tears dried out of whiplash. Silently, you let her drag you to a grocery without protest, watching numbly as she stopped at a candy counter with you clinging to her arm. 

“10 Crunch bars. And as many of those red things that can fit in the bag.” The man behind the counter obliged, not without looking at the pair of you like a mother and her overgrown child. She took the paper bag, and loaded up another basket with the supplies to make your favorite dinners from the grocer, not forgetting a large tub of speciality ice cream.

“I can’t ask you to buy all of this,” you said softly, but your voice broke into a quiver as you realized what buying something entailed. “Now that I have no-no money,” your voice, wet and weak, about to break out into another session of hot tears.

“If you start crying again I’m leaving you at customer service,” She threatened as she opened her wallet, making her way to the cashier. 

“D’you think the corner takes applications?” You walked in tandem to the bus that’d take you home. 

“We can find out together. I’ve been telling you, there are men at Playboy who’d pay good money for-”

“WOW, Janine, your voice is a little loud, no?”

Her attempt at making you smile worked, and you felt a little better at her side on the bus. Stuffing the sack of candy in your bag, the bus rocked gently as Janine rested the large grocery haul on her lap. 

You were ready to just fall into bed, with or without Janine there, but your droopy eyes were snapped open upon seeing a white envelope taped to your front door. With further inspection, Janine watched sadly as you read that it was a water bill due ridiculously soon. The best you could do was knock your head against the plaster of the wall and hand her your keys.

You had a whole feast of food to be prepared laid out on your counter as you lay on the couch, weak and unwilling to do anything as you pressed your face into the cushions. “Is your oven always this…not on?” Janine’s voice came confused from the kitchen, a bundt pan full of box-mix-cake batter in her left hand.

“You’re joking,” you peeled yourself from the couch, crouching in front of the oven. One spark, nothing. Two, nothing. Three, four, five…not even a match could lit the stovetop nor the burners in the oven. You slid to the ground, defeated. “Kill me, Janine.”

You could hear her click her tongue, before a tiny bleeping filled the room. She apologetically moved her way to your phone, explaining that her boss(es?) were paging her. While you wallow on the kitchen floor, she dials in a number and waits, a little frazzled.

“I told you, it was an emergency.” Her eyes look to yours, silently asking for permission to spill the worst day of your life to some guy you don’t know. You close them, surrendering as you melt into the ground. Maybe this was rock bottom?

“I'm by the theater, it’s a bus and a brisk walk…you can manage without me for a night…4 grown men can’t problem-solve?...Peter- friend of mine got laid off, and they’re pretty upset, ok?...Yes. No, not that one…yes, that one. Ask them yourself, Peter.” She glances at you, annoyed as she holds the receiver out. Not having a speck of pride left, you trudge over, taking the phone limply. 

The line is silent for a bit, except for distant, deep voices you can’t hone in on, expect for the fact that they were arguing.

“Hello?” A voice starts.

“Hello.”

“Real sorry about your job, dear. Tell Janine to bring you around and we can show you a good-” Whoever the hell is on the other end is interrupted by a frantic voice, interrupting as they take hold of the call.

“Hello? This is Dr. Stantz. Uh, Ray is better. Janine told my friend Peter here about your work situation, we wanted to let you know we’re real sorry. Let Janine know she’s not in trouble, but she needs to get here soon, ok?” Dr. Stantz sounds genuinely sympathetic, and you can’t help but be comforted by his words.

“Thanks,” is all you can manage, if not rudely then a little flat.

“If you ever need anywhere to go, our headquarters are open! We have food, hot water, Janine,”’ he laughs on the other end, a little awkward. And a little on the nose for comfort. You react freely in the safety of the private nature of a phone call.

“Thank you?” You answer honestly. He clears his throat.

“If I could hear from Janine, please?”

You wordlessly pass it back to your unamused friend, and she listens to the other end.

A loud, low rumbling in your laundry closet cuts through the calm. You glance at each other, assuming the worst as you swing the door open.

Bubbles spill out onto the floor, your washer unit shaking and leaking onto the worn out wood. All things, this is what gets you the hardest. Your washer can´t break now. Out of all the horrible, awful things, your washer can not break now. You can't even cry, it's so ridiculous. Standing incredulously in ankle deep suds, all you can do is stare at the appliance spit and sputter liquid onto the floor. Janine breaks your bout of shock, pressing the phone into her shoulder so she can reach you. Her voice urges you to unplug it, and before you could break down again, you´re leaning against the lid, with the sudden realization that all the water and soap could start an electrical fire.

You have to lean your entire torso against the top, arms fumbling for the chord buried somewhere in the dark space against the wall. Soon, your legs are dangling over the edge. It would be a funny sight, if the machine wasn't shaking so monstrously underneath you.

Suddenly, there's a large hand on the back of your thigh. It was a cold, unnerving touch, sharp points digging into the flesh of your leg. As you could look back, to tell Janine to let go, your receiver drops to the ground. Her face is ghastly pale, and she´s suspended in a scream. As you look down towards the front of the washer, the large, reptilian claws try to grab you, to pull you into the washer with it. Your eyes widen, and you scream as you clamor to get out of its reach, to no avail.

Janine’s at your side, prying the digits off of your skin, the claws no doubt leaving marks in their wake. You climb to the top of the machine, legs to your chest, and she slams the door on the arms enough times to force it shut. 

Catching her breath, she backs up to the phone slowly, her eyes on you as if you yourself were whatever beast residing in your washer.

¨Ray.¨ She says his name as if there’s a 3rd party in your little apartment listening. ¨You´re coming to us.¨

4 men in brown jumpsuits are at your door. They look much more frazzled than they do in their ads. There´s…a crocodile? A monster? Living in your house? Your brain can´t form cohort thoughts as you blink, eyes drying out. One of them tries to console you as you sit in your armchair, breaths shallow and skin cold. You can’t even freak over the local legends standing in your home. 

 You only recognized one of them personally, from Janine´s birthday a few months ago. You couldn't stay the whole night, only dropping by to give her well wishes and leave her gift behind, but you can remember a brief conversation. You arrived around the same time, and he had opened the entrance to the building for you with ease, the handle notoriously always needing a bit of extra effort to haul the door open after being buzzed up. He walked you, explaining that her boyfriend forgot to pick up the cake, pointing to the box in his hand, which you shared a laugh over. In the time it took to get into her apartment, he explained that he was Dr. Ray Stantz, and he worked with her. You ingenuously told him he was the splitting image of a young comedian on the show you work for, to which he smiled, wide and a little embarrassed. Your conversation was cut short- Janine emerged from another room and dragged you over to some corner to see a mutual friend. 

One of the men flipped between the paper on a notepad, fixing the arms of his glasses. ¨If you don´t mind, we'd like to see the markings the ghost left on you.¨ He requests in a baritone voice, dark and monotone.

¨Egon!¨ Janine scolded him, rubbing your shoulders as you sat. 

¨Only if you´re okay with that,¨ another mediated, as ¨Egon¨ opened his mouth. He cleared his throat. ¨For research. Their research. Not mine. I’m not really a science guy-¨

¨Unbelievable,¨ Janine mumbled, ushering you up and out the chair. Before she could take you out the apartment, Ray grabs the doorknob- not to keep you inside, but to catch her attention. He looked at you both gently, if not a little urgently.

¨We´ll get rid of it no problem, promise. Real exciting thing you got living in your apartment.” He gives you both a soft smile, before opening the door and letting you out. Before you cross the threshold, she turns her head to address them as you grab your bag.

¨There better not be a hair out of place!¨ She shoots eaaaach and every one of them a look, the targets stiffening in the process. The man with the voice you recognize as Peter over the phone bids her farewell with a mock salute.

¨Yes ma´am, Janine!¨

¨I´m sorry about those guys. They´re,¨ she pauses, hand on her chin as you sit on the stoop, ¨the best in their field.¨ A little hard to believe, Peter had almost knocked down one of your trinkets on the way in and put it back a little too haphazardly for taste.

“They seem like interesting people,¨ is all you can manage. ¨Egon-¨

¨Don´t mind him. His brain´s big, but a little empty. He’s a peach.”

¨I was gonna say he was Columbia´s resident myth. I just couldn´t remember his name for the life of me.¨ 

Janine perks up a bit. ¨Oh? What was he like?¨ She pries, always in the mood for a little gossip.

You roll your eyes, albeit not really annoyed. ¨Well, I remember every girl in my major wanted to be the one to ¨break¨ him. Lots of turned down dates, lots of time wasted pretending to care about mushrooms,” you laughed at the memory. ¨He's still, just, not like that, huh?¨

Before she could answer, the entrance from the stoop is swung open, and said man is barrelling down the steps to the white van they tote around, hastily opening the backdoors and pulling something out.

¨What's wrong?” You and Janine say simultaneously. 

He turns to you, pausing mid-action. ¨Nothing,¨ he shuts the van door, making his way back up the steps at a much more measured pace. ¨Everything is fine.¨ Your apartment window slides open, impossibly quick.

¨EGON! Hurry up and get back here, it's got Winston!¨ Peter´s head is half out the window, face dirty and shaken up. Egon blinks once, and then resumes his pace back up to your apartment.

After what felt like half an hour, the 4 men stagger down the steps, worn and beat as you lift your head off Janine´s shoulder to asses the damages.

¨We got him,¨ Ray manages a weak smile, holding a machine billowing sickly chemical smoke.

¨He got us, ¨ Peter says flatly as he leans against Winston, who´s jaw is sporting a deep bruise. Hair disheveled, faces dark, and clothes stained, the men breathe heavily as they can finally relax, dragging themselves to the van. Janine stops Egon, taking his glasses off and saving a lens from popping out.

¨He was real mean,¨ Ray explains, ¨but a Class III of that size! Insane! I´d love to find out where he came from. Amphibious, malevolent ghost living in my washer- I´d pay to be you!¨ He´s excitable, even when his hands have light cuts littering them, his palms raw and pink.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t expect you all to get,” you pause to address their injuries. All things that will manifest after a hard-night’s rest. “So banged up.” You cringed.

“It’s nothing.” Peter started. “Eges, gimme your calculator, I need to run the bill.”

“No way!” Winston protested, hitting Peter on his tender arm, making the man recoil in pain.

“Don’t worry about the pay,” Egon cut in as he examined the trap in Ray’s hands. “We should be paying you , this particular ghost opens avenues for more experimentation. And I don’t mean that lightly.” His inflection remained the same throughout his entire sentence.

“More?” Peter complained.

“The workbench is getting crowded, Egon. Not everything can be a breakthrough.”

“You can never be too sure,” Ray insisted, opening the van door for the men to haul in. “If this thing’s connected to that beast back in Coney Island that we’re makin’ big strides.” He turned to you and Janine. 

You couldn’t help but ask, noting the deep scuff marks on the workboots each man wore. “Can I count on getting my deposit back?” Ray couldn’t quite meet your eyes.

He chuckled weakly. “Sure-”

“We blasted a chemical-leaking electrical machine inside an enclosed space with unregulated units of atomic energy. If you don’t want a malignant disease, I suggest finding a hotel,” Egon said from the front, the door still open. You could hear the thump of a boot against a car seat immediately after.

Janine bit her lip, thinking, suddenly unphased about how they didn’t heed her warning. “I’ve got my sister and her kids staying over,” she apologized. You weren’t mad, you knew how cramped her place could get, but also how much she cared for her family. Plus, Louis’ spring allergies would drive you up the wall. Ray’s frown deepened, before his face lit up. He got modestly close to you, lowering his voice.

“Tell you what, I wasn’t joking when I said we have space at the firehouse. Spend the night, it’s the least we can do.” He smiled softly in your little aside. His words reminisced of the one’s exchanged between dozens of young men and women during late nights at the TV station when they think no one’s around, and one of them is leaning against the wall. It was always sweet, and a little awkward knowing you’d have to make coffee across from them the next morning, but you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Lord knows it’s been a long time before anyone’s even thought of you that way.

You don’t have any other options, really. At least not on short notice. You eventually nod, apologizing for impeding on their space.

“Don’t worry about it! My grandma used to tell me- be a fine fellow if you want faithful friends at your funeral.” What a boyscout. You couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face.

“There’s that smile. C’mon, we’ll take you and Janine.” That definitely made you feel something, somewhere. 

In the front, Ray drove while Egon sat next to him, and in the back, Peter sat on your right, Winston on your left, and Janine ending up having to sit herself on your lap. Ray blushed and apologized as he turned down the radio once the car’s engine turned on, speakers playing 70s rock directly into your ears.

“We never formally introduced ourselves. Not me, at least,” Winston spoke up at your side, Janine leaning forward so he could see you properly. “That’s Dr. Peter Venkman, Dr. Egon Spengler, you know that guy,” he pointed to Ray who looked at him in the rearview mirror with mock-anger, “and I’m Winston Zeddemore.” What a friendly man. 

“You don’t like the sound of  ‘doctor Zeddemore’?” You asked quietly, noting how he was a little out of place with the group of scientists.

He shook his head, not offended. “Not me. I would be- my dad wanted me to go the minister route, but I’m former air force,” he explains. 

“He’s still smart,” Peter adds at his friend’s defense.

“I know I am,” Winston sits back in his seat.

“Hey, you two,” Ray starts as he gets closer to the firehouse, “we have a bust in a few minutes. We’ll be gone for most of the evening. You can sleep, eat something. Ask Janine to read your palm!” He adds enthusiastically. 

You laugh at that as the car pulls into the large garage. “She told me I had a strong “line of career”. Funny how that worked out?” She pushed your head back with her hand. 

“Fate! It’s also the line of fate, ” she reiterated as Winston scoots back to allow you both out. 

“Is it fate that you’ll find a bill for $1000 under our pillows?” Peter mumbles, as Winston slides the door shut again. You can see the guys bickering through the windshield as Ray pulls out, honking the horn twice and flicking on the siren.

Inside, Janine slumps into her chair behind the front desk as you look around in awe. As soon as you open your mouth to ask if you can help with anything, she’s herding you up the stairs.

“You’ve had a horrible day,” she states, “sleep.” Opening the door to a repurposed fireman’s quarter’s, you swallow thickly.

“I can’t sleep in their beds,” you protest.

She surveys the room, examining each bed. “Winston, Egon, that one’s definitely Peter’s..Ray.” She stops in front of his bed. “He won’t mind.” 

You can’t even retaliate before she’s out the door, shutting it behind her. Sighing, you gave in, unbuttoning the top few bottoms of your oh-so-professional promotion-guaranteed outfit. You were pretty spent. But to sleep in this nice man’s bed? Maybe you were overstaying your welcome. A yawn disturbs your thoughts. Okay, you were exhausted, and he offered…

You had the most melancholy nap of your life, the kind you can only achieve after crying all day. You tossed and turned a little, walking up in the weird not-sleeping-falling-back-asleep state a few times. You hugged the thick comforter around you, lulling yourself back to sleep as the natural smell of the bed made its way into your dreams. 

You dreamt of being in highschool again, crushing and writing diary entries about a boy who smelt nice and made you laugh. It all felt so cathartic, that when you eventually dragged yourself awake you realized where the nostalgic scent was coming from- Ray’s bed. Your face got a little warm as you were broken out of sleepiness, remembering where you were. As you slowly sat up, your back pressed against something behind the pillow. On impulse, you reached backwards, pulling out a worn, soft Smokey the Bear plushie. You smiled to yourself at the sight, forgetting your embarrassment.

You crept out the room, praying to whoever was watching over that the men hadn’t returned and seen you slobbering all over their pillows. To your relief, it was only Janine, nursing many papers spilled over her narrow desk.

“What’s this?” You read the documents, what seem to be job reports that get more and more detailed the more unorganized the desk looks. Janine has different colored stamps balanced on her lap, as she juggles with the stability of a thick, 3 ringed diary against her computer screen.

“Notarizing,” is all she says, trying to bite back her frustration. Moving behind her, you can see that her thick tome his open to a double page spread of the different ghost classifications. You found her problem- the hand writing in the journal was abysmal, notes were scratched out, rewritten, written over.

“Do you need any help?” You ask, picking up a paper that fluttered to the floor.

She sighs, pushing her desk chair out and rubbing her eyes. “I need a nap myself.”

She disappears up the staircase, and you hear a door unlike the one with the beds fall shut. Glancing at her desk- and at the clock, you lower yourself into the chair. It’d be a while until they were back, right? And you really couldn’t leave this mess for Janine. It wouldn’t hurt to give her a hand. Plus, stamps were always a funtime.

You’d been stamping for an hour. Your eyes bulged at the clock, and then back at the neat, orderly piles of reports organized by date and class. Suddenly, the garage opens, and the men file out. Ray smiles upon seeing you, holding pizza boxes in his hands.

“I’m sorry! Janine just needed a break and..” your voice falters as Peter whistles at your work.

“You look nice behind a desk. Maybe we should get an extra chair and keep you with Janine full time. And you could understand my handwriting,” he raises his eyebrows, zipping down the front of his jumpsuit.

“Thanks for helping her out,” Ray takes a look, pleased at the sight, passing the boxes to Peter who takes them upstairs. “You’ve got a knack for clerical work!” Odd compliment, but you’re willing to take it.

Egon’s curiosity gets the better of him, peering at the documents as he takes the stairs up. You swear you can hear him hum contently as he looks down over the railing, Winston behind him.

“Wanna eat with us? We didn’t know what you’d like, and we figured everyone likes pizza,” Ray starts to shrug his own suit off.

“I’m sorry, again. I take your secretary, your money, your room, now your food.” Ray shakes his head hard, closing his locker. He waves his hands dismissively. 

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing at all. You’re good people.” His colloquialism makes you smile, stubbornly. You cave, following him towards the stairs as he walks backwards toward it. As you reach the second floor, the other 3 men were already seated at a table, distributing the food amongst themselves. You freeze beside Ray, nerves picking back up for whatever reason.

He leaned over and whispered in your ear. “We’re not freaks, you know. Just, 200-something-pound men who walk around in onesies and share a bedroom.” You laugh yet again, feeling a little dumb whenever you’re next to him, giggling every few seconds like a teenaged girl. 

Upon seeing you smile, Winston smiled in turn and pulled a chair out for you, putting the ice he held to his jaw down for a second. Gosh, you’d have to apologize for that again. Sitting down, he even passed you a plate of food, the two biggest slices out of all the others.

“You live near the Benjamin Fairhooke theater?” He asks, knowing it’ll spark interest in Egon.

“Old spooky haunted Abraham Lincoln theater, Winston.” Peter takes a sip from a beer can.

“Lincoln was shot in D.C.”

“Never seen it.”

You wipe your hands. “Abandoned for years. Some kids got in trouble for sneaking in. They were pretty spooked- they say they saw a headless body walking around.” Egon perks up at that. “They’ve got some strict security there now.” Your brain pings for a second, remembering a not so legal secret you had been holding.

“I had a friend who used to do city maintenance there, before they abandoned the refurbishing project. He moved to the west, and left me with the masterkey.” 

Egon’s eyes widen, ever so slightly. “I’ve been trying to get a reading on that place, but Ray’s not willing to come with me.”

“Ray’s not willing to break in with you, Spenges,” he cuts in.

“Do you want the key?” You offer, before you could think about what you said.

Peter groaned, slumping back in his chair. “You’re encouraging him.”

“Very much so,” Egon nodded. 

After the food was finished, mostly by the 200-something-pound men not realizing how much food they really took. You didn’t mind- you were the guest, after all. Ray suddenly realized that it was fairly late, and you still didn’t have an official place to stay. As the guys stood up to get ready for the night, he spoke up quickly.

He looked hopeful. “You don’t mind staying the night, do you?” Before you could answer, he starts to speak again. “Our extra bed hasn’t been broken in yet, you can take mine if you’d like!” Neither of you realize it, but Peter’s watching with more intent than the other 2 men. 

“Where would you’d sleep, Raymond?” Peter’s suddenly interested in the paint chipping on the doorframe.

“The extra bed, I suppose”

“That’s no good, you’ll mess up your back”

Something was unspoken between the two of them, their eyes having a conversation of their own. Ray’s big brain slowed a bit. “The…loveseat?” He offered, as if asking for permission. 

Peter made a buzzer noise. “I’ve already tried- it’s too small. And ocupado. Janine. She’s tiny. We’ll wake her up, send her home- you two figure it out.” Peter corales the other two, confused men out the room and down the hall.

Ray looked stumped, and a blush was slowly creeping from his ears. He seemed to be battling something in his head, before he refused the force tempting him as he shook his head. “I can take the floor,” he decides.

“What! I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You’re not asking me. I’m telling you.” He wouldn’t budge. He started to clean up the mess his friends ever so gracefully left behind, before you moved to help him. 

“Just let me,” you responded to his face. Ever the host. You cleaned together quietly, but comfortably.

“I want you to know,” he bent over to put a spray back under the sink, “that we know what it’s like. To lose our jobs.” He stood to face you. You had a flash a shame hit your features, which you really couldn’t help. To the Ghostbusters’ credit, they had a good way of making you forget things.

His face was understanding. “Really, we do. We started this whole thing ‘cause we lost our jobs. It was a dumpy feeling.” You purse your lips, turning your gaze down. His head followed your eyes, and your stomach felt a little woozy as he physically commanded your attention.

“I wouldn’t say it so much if I didn’t think you deserved it.”

You let out a soft puff of air out your nose at the potential to make a joke. “You’re ready to believe me?”

His serious face melted into that of pride, his mouth splitting into a full-toothed grin.

“You’re something else. Hell yeah, I am!” He squeezed your shoulder, before having you follow him down the steps and into a basement. He stuck his head into a door and said goodnight to Egon before entering what looked like a laundry room. 

He swiped a few articles of clothing on hangers, hanging over most of the room’s perimeter. There were t shirts, longjohn’s, plain sweatshirts, smocks, of varying sizes, though they look like they’d seldom been used. He settled on gray sweat pants and a gray sweatshirt, holding them up to you from a respectable distance to measure.

“The firemen before us left all this. Joke’s on them, right?” He folds them loosely, handing them to you before rummaging through a cabinet for a toothbrush.

Your face unintentionally twitches as he holds the plastic wrapped brush out to you, wondering if it’s been here as long as the clothes you had in your arms.

He glances down at it once, before waving your fears away. “Janine bought new one’s last week, I promise.” 

After muttering an apology and leaving for you to change, he leads you back to the sleeping quarters, opening the door slowly. Winston was fast asleep, always the first to be out when the day’s work took a particular toll on him. Ray listened to the silence for a second, piecing together Peter’s absence and the sudden running of the shower down the hall. He leans over, excusing himself to get ready for the night and letting you know there was a bathroom connected to the room, albeit very small. 

After a quick brushing of your teeth, you emerge at almost the same time as him. He nearly jumps out of his skin noticing his stuffed animal still on his bed, stuttering how’d that get there’ s and it’s for memorie’ s. 

“Don’t be mean to him,” you mock-scold him in a whisper. His cheeks are still pink. He’s wearing a matching pajama set- which was enough to make you shake your head and giggle to yourself.

He looks down, noticing his pink pajamas. “It’s light red . And you should be disappointed I passed on my Dr. Thirteen robe.” He remembers the bear still in his hands.

“You want him?” He holds the little toy out to you, Smokey’s been very clearly well loved, as his fur and outfit are fading slightly. “Take good care of him,” he looks as if he’s parting with a child.

“Promise.”

He makes his way to a wardrobe as quietly as possible, pulling out a pillow and blanket for his sleep on the floor. “You want new ones? Sheets, pillowcase? I’m not sure how nice mine are.”

Your mind flashes to the nice smell his bed had, and you promptly shook your head. 

He sets up on the floor, unconsciously choosing to sleep at your technical-side. You set Smokey up next to you, tucking him in, watching Ray lay out the bedding, before he sits back and sighs up at you.

“I know it’s not the Marriott. Sorry you hafta share a room with us.” Sure, he could’ve set his den up next to Winston, or taken Egon’s currently unoccupied bed, but neither of you were gonna complain. He refused to even entertain the idea of you sleeping on the floor of whatever the room the loveseat was in, so this was how it would play out. “I can imagine you don’t often bunk with people you just met before.”

“It’s just a night,” saying it was a little useless- you had no idea how long you’d need to stay with them. You had no idea about anything at all anymore.

He fell silent. “A night?” You couldn’t decipher why his voice had a despondent tone.

“However long you’ll have me.”

A pause. “As long as you wanted.”

The clock on the opposite wall was ticking softly. It was getting late, 11:30.

“Goodnight, Ray. And thank you, really. Thank you.” 

“Goodnight. I can…wake you up before the guys do, if that’s more comfortable for you. We’ll figure something out, ok?”

You nod, and he turns off the lamp on the side table above his head.

12:05. A freshly showered Peter opening the door to two bodies out of the three, softly breathing.

“Raymond Stantz. You were supposed to get into the bed, too.”

“Go to bed, Peter.” He pulled the covers over his eyes.

[agaypanic]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

here you can find all of my kinktober fics for 2024! you can also find these fics in their respective show/character's masterlist and on my AO3

most of these characters were chosen from voting polls, and characters can only have a max of 3 days (i think if i do this again next year, ill only do 2 days max)

Main Masterlist | Request Something! | AO3

Teacher/Student - Ellie Sattler

Temperature Play - Felix Catton

Praise Kink - Carlisle Cullen

Biting - Farleigh Start

Vibrator - Regina George

Spanking - Emmett Cullen

Branding - Gideon Graves

Creampie - Farleigh Start

Orgasm Denial - J.D.

Threesome - Ray Stantz and Egon Spengler

Distracted Sex - Mike Schmidt

Shower Sex - Beca Mitchell

Uniforms - Egon Spengler

Knife Play - J.D.

Gags - Regina George

Size Difference - Emmett Cullen

Cunnilingus - Nadja of Antipaxos

Tease - Farleigh Start

Overstimulation - J.D.

Mirror Sex - Nadja of Antipaxos

Hate Fucking - Steven Hyde

Triple Penetration - Nandor the Relentless, Nadja of Antipaxos, and Laszlo Cravensworth

Crying - Nandor the Relentless

Roleplay - Eric Forman

Medical Play - Carlisle Cullen

Degrading - Regina George

Daddy - Carlisle Cullen

Pegging - Felix Catton

Bondage - Nicholas Angel

Voyeurism - Felix Catton

Monsterfucking - Emmett Cullen

if you dont want to miss a fic getting posted, i can start a kinktober taglist! or if you dont want to miss a fic for certain characters or fandoms, i can add you to a taglist just for those characters/fandoms. just comment about it down below!

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @lulusplaycorner, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @theselfshippingwitch

warnings: swearing, mentioned cheating (but not really)

I turned to look at ray who nodded at me. Smiling brightly, I rounded the corner to see all the little kids sitting at their parents feet. Callie was perched on egons lap while Oscar sat besides Dana.

“who’s ready for Santa?” I called, subtly holding out my hand to tell ray to wait. All the kids yelled and I waved him in. “Here he is! Santa’s here!” I quickly moved to the side by Peter before I got mobbed by kids.

“How he can stand to be in that stuffy suit surrounded by a bunch of crotch goblins I’ll never know.” Peter mumbled. I elbowed him, earning a pleased look from Dana.

“one of those crotch goblins is yours peter. I hope you know that.” I pointed out. The kids circled ray as he tried to make his way to the only free chair in the room. They all talked over each other yet ray was somehow able to hear what they were saying and respond to each one.

“Alright. Hold on everyone. Let’s form a line and everyone will get a chance to talk to Santa.” Ray said, voice deepened to try to hide the fact it was him. The only one eyeing him suspiciously was Winston’s son, William. Winston was holding him by the shoulders, whispering in his ear as the younger kids pushed their way into a line. Ray swung Callie up onto his knee. I smiled fondly at him as she erupted into giggles. Egon tensed for a second before making an exit towards the kitchen, his wife trailing after him.

“he’s still overprotective.” Peter whispered, catching my gaze. “Thinks something like that is going to hurt her. He’s getting better but…” he shrugged. “You remember how egon was.” I nodded.

“it’s still strange to see him with a kid. But you have to admit, he’s a great father.” I said. Peter smirked and nudged me.

“speaking of fathers, how’s ray doing?” He asked. I laughed.

“couldn’t be better. I’m waiting til he picks her up as Santa. I’m curious to see how that one goes.” I said. “Winston and I have a bet. I say she’s gonna recognize him no matter what. Winston says she’s too young to know the difference.” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“put me down for she knows.” He whispered. “That why she’s going last?” I nodded.

“why ruin it for the others? They’ll know she knows who it is. Especially if she grabs onto his shirt the way she does. Kind of hard to hide it then.” I said. Peter chuckled.

“sounds like someone else I know when ray gets his hands on them.” He said. “Wonder where she learned that from?”

“shut up Pete.” I said, shoving him as William walked away from ray. “Ready Santa?” I asked, leaning over the bassinet as the kids were troped upstairs to bed.

“ready.” Ray said, holding out his arms for his daughter. I set her in his arms and smiled as ray looked down at her. She wiggled in his arms, waking up. Blinking at him, she grabbed the beard and tugged. I smirked as she pulled the beard down.

“Dada.” She said, my smirk turning into a smile. “Dada.” Ray looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“Shit. guess dressing as Santa for her is out of the question.” He joked, voice cracking. “Too smart for her own good.” He laughed, rubbing his finger over her cheek and resigning to the fact he was wrapped around her finger as she grabbed onto it. “Well shit.” Ray sniffed, laughing as he tried to blink back tears. “I didn’t know id be so emotional hearing her say that.” I hugged him, wrapping an arm around her as I kissed his cheek.

“yeah well. She’s a daddy’s girl. Of course it was going to be her first word.” I teased him. Ray smiled at me before getting up to put her back down as everyone came back down. “Alright. Pay up. She knew. And she said her first word.” Ray turned slightly red, making Winston and Dana groan.

“shit.” Winston muttered. “How does she know ray? How the hell does she know?” Ray shrugged as he watched me get paid.

“She’s just smart I guess.” He said, glancing up stairs.

“Everyone in bed?” Winston asked. Everyone nodded and ray went to his locker to grab the bag of presents. “Good. Let’s get started.” The tree in Peter’s office was still lit from earlier in the night and we started sectioning off the presents for each of the kids. Ray would occasionally pause to look over at me as I put out some presents for Oscar or our baby, moving closer to him as I worked. Suddenly, Ray grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into a kiss.

"Aw great. We lost them." Peter groaned. "Everyone carry on. Egon get the hose." Egon rolled his eyes as he patted Peter's shoulder.

"Leave them alone Peter. They don't get much time alone right now." Egon whispered as Ray deepened the kiss. I held onto the belt of the costume as Ray cupped my cheek. He broke away with a smile.

"Mistletoe." He whispered, glancing up for a second. I followed his gaze before smiling softly at him with a shake of my head. "Venkman's idea."

"Oh I know it was." I murmured before gently tugging on his shirt to kiss him again.

"Break it up lovebirds. Time for the adults to go to sleep." Winston joked as he patted Ray on the shoulder. Ray broke away with a smile, lips slightly swollen from being kissed. I bit my lip as he nodded before leaving me completely to get our daughter.

"Come on sweetheart. Time to sleep. And then tomorrow morning you get all the presents." Ray whispered to her as she yawned and stretched. "Yeah I know. It's been a long day." Holding tight to her, Ray slipped his arm over my shoulder as we headed to our room in the Firehouse. "You know, if it weren't for her..." I laughed as I wrapped my arm around Ray's waist.

"And your back." I laughed. "We'd be sleeping in the Ecto. I know. You forget we've been doing this a few years now Ray." His cheeks tinted pink as we reached our room. He set our baby down in the crib before going to change out of the suit.

"Do you think any of the kids know?" Ray asked as he got into bed, arm around my waist as we laid face to face.

"William might. And Oscar seems to be starting to question it a little. Mostly wondering where you are when Santa shows up." I said. "But I also trust them to keep their mouths shut." Ray nodded before kissing me softly. We fell asleep not long after. The sound of feet running down the staircase woke us up. Ray kissed my cheek before getting a robe. He picked up our daughter and headed into the kitchen to get her a bottle while he waited on coffee. I entered the lobby to see Ray holding his coffee cup in the air with a bottle in his robe pocket, surrounded by kids.

"Ray. Ray. (Y/N) kissed Santa last night!" Callie said, looking up at Ray with big eyes. Egon shared a look with his wife, slight concern etched on his face. "How could (Y/N) kiss Santa? Do they not love you?"

"(Y/N) loves me very much." Ray assured her, ruffling her hair with his free hand. "I'm sure they had very good reason to kiss Santa last night." He looked up at me, trying very hard to keep himself from laughing.

"But Ray!" Oscar exclaimed. "You don't understand. (Y/N) KISSED Santa. Under the mistletoe. While everyone else put out the presents!" Peter walked over to me after leaning over the bassinet and tickling the baby.

"So what do you think?" he whispered. "Think they've realized Ray is Santa yet?" I shook my head.

"Nope. Not if they are this worked up over it." I whispered back. Peter nodded, watching Ray make his way over to the couch and sit down. Ray continued to try to explain why he wasn't upset by this news without giving anything away or laughing. I finally turned towards Peter and covered my mouth while laughing. "I cannot believe we didn't know they snuck down."

"Well, I will say you two were pretty distracted. But then again so were we." Peter said. I nodded and made my way over to ray.

“hey guys! Don’t you want to see what Santa brought you?” I called, making my way to the couch before sitting down next to ray. The kids took off and I giggled as ray sighed. He relaxed against the couch before handing Dana the bottle, smiling thankfully up at her. “So they’re pretty upset.” I teased. Ray rolled his eyes.

“yeah well…��� he said before kissing me softly. “Someone did see you kissing Santa Claus last night.” We both chuckled as egon sat next to us.

“what are two going to do when she’s old enough to sneak down and catches you?” He asked, looking at us with a knowing smile.

“well she’ll just know it’s ray anyway.” I shrugged. “Last night proved it. Besides, I think she’ll have a sixth sense about it.” Egon looked at me confused.

“sixth sense?” He looked between ray and me.

“she’s gonna know how much we love each other that it couldn’t be anyone but me.” Ray said, smiling before kissing me again. The kids broke our kiss apart as they raced back over with their presents. Ray smiled at me before taking a sip of coffee and watching the festivities start.

[shelbgrey]

So, I was wondering if it would be cool to request a Ray Stantz fic with either prompt 0.7 or 2.1?

Something strange(Ray Stantz)

Paring: Ray Stantz x Spangler!Reader

Summary: during a ghost bust ray gets possessed. This has never happened to any of them before and his girlfriend of just a few months may have to admit something she hasn't yet.

Prompt: 2.1) “i love you in every universe”

MasterList

It was late in the afternoon, Ray was working on the Ecto-1, music blasting. Between the booming sounds of the Beatles and the clinking of tools he didn't hear y/n sliding down the fire pole.

“Ray..” she said a little loud so Ray could hear her.

He didn't hear her and continued to tinker under the hood of the car.

“Raymond!” she shouted louder.

This time he heard the sudden noise startled him, making him smack his head on the inside of the hood when he heard a noise. “shi- HMmmm that hurt!” he mumbled, pulling away from the car.

She covered her mouth, trying not to sinker. “Sorry Honey, I didn't mean to scare you” she said, rubbing my boyfriend's head gently.

“Ah don’t sweat it Doll, and ya didn’t scare me too bad.” Ray pecked her on the cheek then turned back to the car, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and got behind the wheel. He turned the key, the car engine skipped and made sickly noises. “Dammit not again.” Ray sighed and got out of the car before slamming the door shut.

Y/n cringed at the sound Ecto-1 made. “So it's probably a bad time to say we just got a call to bust a class-5 ghost…”

Ray paused, throwing his head back in frustration. “Oh you’re kidding!”

“yeah… Peter wanted me to tell you and see how the car was doing”

Ray rubbed his forehead, frustrated. “Okay, don’t worry about the car… where was the sighting?”

“Just outside of the city... But if the car isn't working…”

“It’s alright babes, I'll get this old rust bucket runnin in 5! Just let me tinker with this a bit..” Ray took various pieces out, placing them on the hood, then he noticed a loose wire and chuckled. He quickly put the hood back on and the car roared to life, seemingly out of nowhere. “Damn I’m good.”

She smiled “okay, I'll tell the boys the car is runnin’”

“Good.. Hey do me a favor?” Ray Said, making y/n stop in her tracks, she climbed back down the steps and faced Ray. “What's up?”

“Kiss me.” he requested, giving his girlfriend his usual adorable smile.

Y/n laughed and playfully shook her head. “You're covered in motor oil” she playfully backed up and put her hands up in defense.

“So what? A few drops of motor oil has never killed anybody… And you've been covered head to toe in slime before” His voice was playful as he started walking towards her. She giggled and continued to back up away from him.

“Come on Honey” He followed her till he had her trapped between the wall of the garage and his body, “what ya gonna do now?” he smirked, placing his palms flat on the wall on either side of her, caging her in. He had her right where he wanted her.

She playfully rolled her eyes and leaned up and pressed her lips to his. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled them closer together, kissing her much more passionately.

The kiss didn't go very far because Peter slid down the fire poll that led to the garage In his Ghostbusters uniform. “Hey, less kissin' more bustin', that class five isn't gonna trap itself” Peter said to the both of them as Egon and Winston slid down the poll in their Ghostbuster uniforms as well.

“Damn Peter, you gotta have the worst timing ever” His voice was still lighthearted as he pulled away from y/n, a grin still on his face.

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and left his arms to get her Ghostbusters uniform and proton pack, as she was getting her gear Peter spoke. “ya know the rules Bug, class-5 ghost... You stay home” Peter told her.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Peter. Peter and the boys were way over protective of her since she was the only girl on the team that actually busted ghosts.

Peter and the boys would always call her Bug. Mostly because she was the total opposite of her older brother Egon. As Peter would put it, y/n was always ‘buzzing’ around so the name kinda stuck.

“That's a stupid rule, I can take care of myself and a class-5 if I can take care of you boys” She said pointing at all four of the Ghostbusters. “... Hell, the four of you would starve to death in your dirty laundry if I wasn't around”

Ray laughed at this. “You know I think she might have a point” Ray had finished putting on his gear, and he and the team were preparing to leave, he walked over to y/n and gave her a quick kiss. “Just promise not to do anything dangerous, ok?”

“I promise…”

Ray smiled, nodding in appreciation. “That’s my girl.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and began walking towards the Ecto-1, he climbed in, taking off down the road.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The team stopped outside of a run down house, “Now, this is a class 5, so watch yourselves.” Egon said in a serious tone as the rest of the guys made their way out the car. “Alright, Everybody keep your game faces on.” Ray added.

“We should split up... And keep your walkie-talkies on” Peter told us all.

Y/n and the guys all nodded in agreement, Ray and Winston went left towards one end of the house, while Egon and Peter went right towards the other. They could all hear Egon speaking into his radio “You guys hear me?”

“I can hear ya Egon” y/n told her older brother as she walked down the dim hallway. “Do you guys see anything?” y/n asked the four boys through the walkie-talkie.

Y/n could hear Ray through the walkie talkie yelling

“Oh yeah! I got a big bastard in front of me!” Ray said he was walking out of the room, suddenly a dark poltergeist tackled him. He fell to the ground and was grabbed by a dark, hissing ghost. Ray screamed into the walkie talkie* “Help me god dammit! It’s got me!”

“Ray!” y/n's heart pounded when she heard him struggling through the walkie-talkie, she ran down a few hallways till she found him on the floor struggling with the ghost. Before she could reach him the ghost turned into a puff of black smoke that surrounded him, then within a blink of an eye, Ray was panting and the ghost was gone. Ray looked down, darkness surrounding his eyes, he wasn't his normal self anymore. “Ray…” she said softly, touching his cheek.

“y/n don't touch him!” Egon shouted, running up to him. He pushed y/n back, not realizing the force he used. Y/n tumbled to the ground as Egon scanned Ray's body with his EMF reader, it screamed and blinked with ghost activity.

Ray continued to struggle, he was breathing very heavily and his eyes were dark and cloudy. The ghost had a tight grip around him, Egon aimed his phaser gun but hesitated to fire. “This thing is attached to Ray, move y/n! I don’t want to hit you by accident!”

She pushed the proton gun away so it wasn't pointing at Ray. “Ray's possessed! If you shoot him it could seriously harm him!” y/n said to Egon.

“And if I don’t shoot it’ll kill him!” Egon yelled back angrily. “I know he’s possessed! But the only way to free him is to destroy the ghost using the proton gun!”

“Are you willing to risk Ray's life!” y/n shouted back at Egon. Ray's eyes were dark and he just looked at us menacingly as the ghost took over his body.

Egon was getting frustrated, but he wouldn’t give in. “Look I know this is bad, but that thing is just using his body as a vessel. If we kill it, Ray will come back to his senses!” Egon said sternly while aiming the gun at Ray.

Before y/n could fire back at her older brother, Peter and Winston ran towards them in a panic. “What happened?” Winston asked.

Peter went to touch Ray but saw his eyes were black and immediately jerked back. “okay... This is bad” *

Peter said.

“We know!” Egon said angrily. “This thing won’t let go of him!”

Ray was struggling against the grip the ghost had on him, he couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was stare at them with those dark eyes.

“This has never happened before, what do we do?” Winston asked.

“He's too dangerous to touch,” Peter added.

Egon sighed, he knew he had to do something before the ghost took total control. “You guys, move back! I’m gonna shoot it, if Ray gets caught in the crossfire it’s the only way”

“Hold it!” Peter shouted.

“What?!” Egon shouted. “It’s the only way, I’m not gonna let this damn thing control him! We have to take the risk!”

“I'll be right back and don't go anywhere and don't do anything!” Peter said and ran out to Ecto-1.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Egon yelled at Peter as he ran out to the car. “I’m not waiting!”

The ghost continued to hold Ray in its evil grasp, Egon aimed his gun. Peter came back, he snapped some black gloves on and started to duck tape Ray's hands together as Ray struggled in Peter's grasp.

Ray struggled and fought against him, trying to get free, but with his hands tied he couldn’t do much. Egon hesitated.

““This thing is really making this harder than it has to, should I take the shot? Peter? Or do you have an idea!?”

Peter huffed and wrapped tape around Ray's middle, securing his arms to his side. “we're gonna take him back to headquarters and you're gonna check him out in the Lab” Peter told Egon.

Ray probably would have ran off had he wasn't tied up, but he had no choice other than to let this happen. Egon looked annoyed, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. He sighed. “Fine.. I guess that’s the best course of action now.”

“Good, Winston help me carry Ray to the car” Peter told Winston then turned to y/n. “Bug, you're driving... I'm not risking you sitting in the back and getting hurt” Peter told her.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“Sorry, Janine we need this!” Peter called out and took her office chair. Before she could protest or ask what was going on, Peter had already wheeled the chair to Ecto-1. Janine's curiosity got the best of her and she followed Peter, her eyes widened when she watched Winston and Peter move a struggling Ray into her office chair.

The three men grunted and fought, Winston held Ray down and Peter quietly secured Ray to the chair with more duct tape.

Egon and Peter pushed Ray into the lab and started reading the ghost activity. Ray grunted and tried to break free from the duct tape.

“Ray…don't make me use this” Peter pointed the proton gun at Ray and spoke to him like he was a child.

“Will you guys stop with the guns already?” Y/n snapped and pushed the gun down.

“G-guys…. Y/n?..h-elp m-me” Ray grunted for the first time. Y/n's heart shattered and she ran to his aid just out of instinct. Egon tried to stop her but she broke free from his grasp.

“Ray? Honey, look at me” She said holding his face in her hands, she didn't see his brownish-green eyes when she stared into his eyes. They weren't his eyes and she wasn't gonna stop till she saw his normal goofy gaze.

“Ray… You gotta fight this” I said sternly, he fought in my hold but I wasn't gonna let him go. “I know you're in there”

“y/n… Honey, help me” Ray then screamed like he was in pain while he fought off the ghost’s deathly hold.

“Ray? I love you! Do you hear me!” she cried, just wanting him back. It would also be smart to note that's the first time she ever told him she loved him, even though they had been best friends since college they just only started dating.

“I love you in every universe”

Smoke then started to surround both Ray and y/n. The ghost started to pull away from Ray's body. Egon and Peter scrambled around from the back of the lab and quickly got a trap and the proton gun.

One last scream ripped from Ray's mouth and ghost cannonball out of Ray. The ghost screamed and hollered as it flew around the lab.

“I got it!” Peter shouted and pointed his proton gun at the ghost, he trapped it with no trouble then quickly kicked it away from Ray and y/n. I bounced off this wall and landed in a dusty corner.

“What happened?” Ray panted, he looked around confused. His brows knitted together when he saw he was covered in duct tape. “why am I covered in tape?”

Y/n immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. “it doesn't matter… your back, that's what matters”

She kissed both of his cheeks then his forehead. “I love you”

“I love you too” Ray mumbled and nuzzled his face into her neck. He kissed her cheek then looked at his friends.

“could ya untape me now?” the boys quickly nodded and set him free, relieved they have their fun loving friend back.

[supernatural-bias]

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ notes: forgot how good this movie series was. going to be thinking about it quite a bit these few coming days. especially egon! favorite character by far, with winston in next place

↳ song: main title theme (ghostbusters)—elmer bernstein

masterlist | commisions | carrd

• When a flyer for a job downtown mysteriously appeared in your mailbox slot, your first thought was to throw it away

• It looked scrappy. Par on course with the rest of the junk mail companies normally delt out to catch your eye

• Still. Three days later you were standing outside a mildly reevaluated looking firehouse with the paper clutched loosely in your hand, and your best clothes on

• As you’d walked towards the doors, a man came up from behind you, uttering an apology as he nearly bumped into you

• “Hey,” He had paused, allowing you to catch a glance of his tan suit and kinky black hair. “You here for an interview, too?” He asked, walking through the large off-green door as you held it open for him

• “Sure am.”

• “Well, may the best one win. Or get the job, I suppose.” He chuckled with a lopsided grin

• "I dont think they’ll mind hiring the both of us." You eventually responded, looking up at the way the ceiling sagged with old age

• Following your line of sight, the man beside you nodded deeply, and the both of you made your way up to a reception desk with a very annoyed looking lady behind it

• That was the day both you, and who you later learned to be Winston, got the job as the newest pair of Ghostbusters

• “Meet back here tomorrow at noon.” The snappy lady with glasses had said monotonly as she thrust a set of papers at you. You were still looking in the direction that two yelping men in jumpsuits had just gone holding a machine, that it took you a second to notice

• “With the way this job is looking? No way I’m missing tomorrow.”

• Meeting your employers slash coworkers for the first time— technically second if you counted the way two of them crashed your interview mid hiring —was certainly an experience

• Only one had been prepared for both you and Winston’s first days with a handshake and slightly unbuttoned lab coat

• He had introduced himself as doctor Egon Spengler, and shook your hand with a certain rigidness to it. Still, you caught him looking at the both of you with curiosity, so you tossed him an easy upward twitch of you lips. He seemed to relax a little after that

• The other two, however, had proved to be more difficult upon meeting

• Ray Stanz and Peter Venkman were certainly a pair, with the latter sure to be the cause of later headaches, but seemed friendly anyways—if the way they slapped you on the back said anything

• “Welcome to the nerd squad.” Peter has smiled teasingly at you, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you close as if he was about to tell you a secret. “Stick with me, and you’ll be kicking it with the cool kids!”

• “Is he always like this?” You asked while pushing him away

• “Regrettably.” Egon responded in a flat tone as he moved back to statistics on a chart. “Try being roommates with him in college for six years.”

• “No thanks. I think I’d rather get possessed by one of those ghosts you guys hunt.”

• “Hey, still here!”

• You fell right into place with them pretty quickly after that. Something about getting slimed by a poltergeist in Central Park really brings a group of people together. Especially if they happen to get a really good meal of Thai right after

• In the days weeks and months following your hiring, you get to learn a lot about the little team you’d been squished into

• Winston was probably the first one you befriended. Maybe because the both of you had showed up around the same time, but you found him one of the easiest to just sit down and talk to after a mission without being interrupted every two sentences. The other guys were great, but he seemed to appreciate a little peace and quiet more than what you got in the headquarters

• “Seriously— do we have to call it the headquarters?” You interrupted Peter in the middle of his rant. Sipping on a cup of coffee, you took a moment before speaking more. It really was too early for this. “I mean, come on. It makes us sound like bizzaro superhero’s. More than we already do, anyway.”

• “Personally I wouldn’t mind playing a little Bruce Wayne every now and then.” Peter grinned back suggestively. From beside you, Ego let out his equivalent of an annoyed sigh as he tinkered with stray machinery. Apparently someone else felt it was too early for Peters antics, too

• “Gag me with a spoon.” You deadpanned while swirling your mug around moodily

• “Fine fine. We can call it home base. Happy, sunshine?”

• You grumbled at his sickeningly sweet tone before delving back into your coffee, missing the way Ray and Winston shared slight smiles at the exchange

• “Now that you four are done, mind helping me with our actual jobs?”

• “Oops. Yeah. Sorry Egon.”

• “Sigh.”

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

💞A Valentine's Surprise💞

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Female Reader

This was a request by a friend that wasn't necessarily meant to be for Valentine's Day, but it seemed too good of an opportunity to pass up. The basic premise is Ray coming home after being out ghost-busting all day to find you waiting for him with a surprise.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

Also here on Ao3

NSFW

Ray shut the door behind him by leaning back against it and taking a breath. He was exhausted, and his back was aching from lugging around a proton pack all day. All he wanted was to fall into bed and sleep for twelve hours. However, soaking in the tub for a little while sounded nice, too. Maybe he could convince you to join him…

“Hey, sweetheart, I'm home!” he called, pushing off the door and slowly making his way back toward the bedroom. He wasn't entirely sure where you were, but he knew you were here. “Man, it's been a long day… I'm beat. I know I said we could go out if I got back early enough, but if it's okay with you, I could really use some sleep. The class five full roaming vapors are one thing, but we had two possessors back to back! I got lucky this time and didn't even get slimed. Venkman and Spengler weren't so fortunate. But we're all dead on our feet. Ha, sorry… Maybe that was a bad joke…”

He paused here to yawn and run a hand through his hair. He was so tired it didn't even phase him that the bedroom door was closed, which was unusual. “There's more, but I can tell you about it later. Hey, where are—”

Ray broke off, now having opened the bedroom door and realizing why it had been closed to begin with. His jaw dropped momentarily until a smile started tugging at his lips, and his body began immediately responding. Suddenly, he didn't feel so tired anymore.

You were sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for him, wearing only some red lingerie — that left very little to the imagination — and a smile.

“Hi,” he greeted, his smile widening.

You smirked in return. “Hi.”

You'd been waiting for him for nearly an hour, and his reaction was worth every second. It was as though Ray couldn't decide where to look first, which made you chuckle. You'd definitely surprised him. And in addition to yourself, you’d set out candles, flowers, and his favorite chocolates to be enjoyed later… But Ray only had eyes for you right now.

Ray stepped further into the room, approaching the bed. “What’s all this?”

“Well, it was going to be your Valentine’s gift, but if you’re too tired…”

“You know, I’m… I’m not feeling so tired anymore.”

“Yeah?”

Ray hadn’t stopped moving and was now crawling onto the bed on all fours up to you. He stopped when you were face to face. “Yeah.” 

He then looked down, letting his gaze drift over you, taking in the tantalizing view of your breasts through the sheer fabric covering them, and then lower, his breath catching and his cock hardening further within the confines of his pants as he realized that was indeed all you were wearing. There was a tie in the front that seemingly held it all together. Ray eyed it and idly bit his lip, wondering briefly if he could undo it with his teeth…

“You got this for me?” he asked, his fingers toying with the bow but not undoing it yet.

“No, I got it for me,” you teased. “For when I want to feel sexy.”

Ray grinned and softly kissed you. “You’re always sexy. Always beautiful. And this is… wow.”

You blushed and glanced away. He always had been very good at doing that. Your sweet man… “Thank you, Ray.”

“But you know… As much as I like seeing you in this…” He felt his cheeks get warm as he thought about what he was going to say.

You lifted a hand to his face, not wanting him to feel embarrassed for whatever he was thinking. It was endearing, really, the way his lustful thoughts sometimes flustered him. “What is it?”

Ray cleared his throat, unable to help but look over you again, his hands itching to touch you. He wanted you so badly… “I think I’d like it more if it were on the floor.”

Despite your cheeks still being a light shade of pink, your coy smile was back in place. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Ray gazed at you for a moment longer before moving to kiss you again, this time with a little more insistence. You hummed and raised your other hand to his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks as the kiss gradually deepened. He didn't stay on your lips for very long, however.

He left a trail of soft kisses down to your neck, breathing in your scent as he went. You were wearing that perfume he liked so much. It made him feel a little giddy to know you'd gone all out for him. And he certainly wasn't going to let you down.

“Ray,” you whispered, stroking his hair. It was always so soft, even after a long day of ghost busting. “As much as I love you in uniform… Aren’t you a little overdressed for the occasion?”

Yeah, yeah he was. He then chuckled against your neck when he realized he was even still wearing his boots. “Guess so. Don’t worry, that’s easily fixed.”

Reluctantly, he moved away from you and sat at the end of the bed to remove his boots before standing to strip off his flight suit. You moved to the edge of the bed, raising up on your knees to help him undress the rest of the way. You tugged off his black shirt while Ray undid his belt and pants. You couldn't help but run your hands over his chest, loving the feeling of his warm skin under your palms. You were also quite fond of his chest hair...And Ray knew it, too, as evident by the sweet but slightly smug smile on his face.

Before you could get him out of his underwear, however, he kissed you and gently pushed you back onto the bed, lying you down and hovering over you. It briefly disappointed you that he wasn't letting you feel his skin against yours until you realized why. He'd left enough space to undo the tie on the front of the teddy. 

You could tell Ray was eager, but he wasn’t rushing. He carefully untied the bow and parted the fabric with the lightest caresses on your skin, making you shiver. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes for a moment before kissing your cheek, your jaw, and finally, your neck again.

As Ray pushed aside the fabric, he trailed his hands down your sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His lips were still on your neck, seeking out the sweet spot he knew would drive you wild. He loved that he knew you so well, that he could elicit such sweet sounds and reactions from you. You came alive under his hands and mouth, just as he did under your ministrations. With that thought, he lifted you just enough to get the teddy off and let it fall to the floor next to the bed.

Ray found that spot on your neck at the same time he covered your breasts with his hands. You moaned and arched into his touch. He felt like he couldn't get enough of you, between lightly sucking a mark onto your neck and kneading your breasts that fit so perfectly into his hands… You were so perfect…

“Oh, Ray,” you sighed, your fingers threading through his hair.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your skin. “I love you so much.”

With that, he moved on from your neck and began to kiss down your chest, replacing one hand with his mouth. He licked and teased your nipple, bringing it to a peak before moving to the other side. If it were up to Ray, he would have stayed there longer, maybe even move lower to taste you, but you both were too desperate and needy now, too worked up and aroused.

Ray got off of you long enough to remove his underwear. You couldn’t help but take in the sight of him naked. He was gorgeous, perfect in every aspect. He might not think himself perfect, but you did. And you wanted him. Badly. And there was no doubt he wanted you, too.

You reached for him, pulling him back on top of you by his hands. The smile on Ray’s face was soft as he let you guide him. Once your faces were close enough, your lips met in tandem, both of you humming as your skin made contact. You hooked your legs around his hips, pulling him tightly, intimately to you. Ray rocked his hips, which allowed him to grind against you.

“Raymond,” you gasped, breaking the kiss and tugging restlessly at his arms and shoulders. “Please, I need you.”

Without a word, Ray reached between the two of you, lined himself up, and pushed into you, both of you moaning at the feeling of him stretching your walls, filling you.

He groaned and pressed his forehead to yours once he was buried to the hilt. “Sweetheart, you feel so good.”

You nodded, running your hands over his back. “Oh, so do you, Ray. God…”

Ray pulled back just a bit before thrusting back in. It was not hard or fast, not yet; he just languidly rolled his hips, both of you sighing and gasping in pleasure. And things were already so slick between you from how aroused you were that Ray glided easily in and out. Your hands caressed each other anywhere you could reach. Eventually, Ray caught your hand, sliding your palms together until you could lace your fingers together. You both loved having that point of contact whenever you made love. Both of you always marveled at how much bigger his hands were than yours, and now was no different. His were so much bigger, but they fit together so perfectly. Just like your bodies did. 

But this wasn’t enough. Both of you wanted more.

Ray rolled onto his back, taking you with him. You sat up, your hands braced on his chest — your fingers curling into his chest hair — and your breath shaky as you ground your hips on him, making you both gasp. Even just like this, the feeling of him inside you was so damn good. But what felt even better was when you finally started moving on him, rising and falling, riding him with abandon until you found a rhythm that worked for both of you. Ray’s hands were tight on your hips, helping you for a few moments before he sat up, his arms wrapping around you and his lips attaching to your neck.

You could only moan in response and throw your head back. Ray moaned, too, louder than usual because you had pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged. He always loved it when you did that…

Both of you began to get desperate after that, no longer caring about finesse or savoring the moment. Passion was driving you now. Your echoed impassioned moans and cries filled the room as you both chased your releases. Ray's moans were music to your ears, and your cries of pleasure — cries interspersed with his name — drove Ray wild.

“Ray!” you whined. “Oh, God, don’t stop!”

He groaned, one hand braced behind him so he could snap his hips up to meet your movements. “I won’t,” he panted and took in the sight of you, from how your head was thrown back, the way your breasts bounced with each movement, down to where you two were joined. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Raymond!”

He hummed and caught your lips with his, swallowing your moans. You were so close, so desperate for release. He was making you feel. So. Good.

“Ray, baby, please… I’m so close… So close,” you panted and whined against his lips.

Ray managed a smile. “Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum around me.”

“Oh, Ray!” you cried, your head falling back again as your movements faltered, your body shuddering as you came.

Feeling you cum around him sent Ray over the edge right after you, a choked moan leaving him as he pulled you tightly down onto him, letting him spill deeply within you.

You clung to each other, riding out your orgasms and trembling together. You held Ray's head against your chest, and he could hear your heartbeat. 

Once the pleasure began to ebb, Ray laid back down and took you with him. You nuzzled and softly kissed his neck as your breathing returned to normal. Even after working all day, and now after this, Ray still smelled amazing. Whatever was just naturally him was intoxicating to you.

“I love you, Raymond,” you murmured.

Ray pressed a kiss to your hair. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

The pair of you cuddled for a little while longer before you both dragged yourselves out of bed only to properly get ready for bed. Ray got done before you, and as you walked out of the bathroom, you figured you'd find him already asleep with how tired he was, but instead, you found him sitting on the bed eating some of the chocolate.

“I thought you were dead on your feet,” you teased as you blew out the candles before cuddling up next to him.

Ray immediately wrapped an arm around you. “I am, but I worked up an appetite.” He offered you a chocolate. “Want one?”

In lieu of answering, you ate it out of his hand, making a point to let your lips slide over his fingers. Ray watched you, his jaw slack. When you noticed, you smirked up at him.

“You okay?”

“You trying to get me going again?”

You caressed his cheek and ran your thumb over the delicate skin near his eye. He looked beyond tired. “You're exhausted, Ray. I don't think you could handle it.”

Ray set the chocolates aside and lay down. You followed suit, allowing him to pull the covers over you, and snuggled up with your back against his front. Ray wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close. He softly kissed behind your ear.

“If I wasn't so tired now, I'd take you up on that challenge, but…” He could feel his eyelids already getting heavy now that he was relaxing. “I'll have to take a rain check. Maybe in the morning…”

You hummed, lacing your fingers through his and holding his hand to your chest. He was warm and solid against your back. You never felt safer than in his arms. “I'm holding you to that.”

He, too, hummed, drifting off. 

“And, Ray?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Valentine's Day.”

[sstarfruitt]

Haiiiii i just got back into ghostbusters and I was wondering if I could potentially request some Ray Stantz comfort because I’m rlly going through it rn </3

Bad Day

Ray Stantz X Reader (SFW)

     “(Y/N), Sweetheart, I’m home! You won’t believe it, the grocery store finally had that ice cream you… Oh.”

     Ray paused as he stood in the entryway of the apartment you shared with him, bags of groceries clutched to his chest. You looked up at him from your spot curled up on the couch and wiped tears staining your cheeks.

     Ray instantly set the bags down on the nearest table before hurrying over to your side, carefully sitting beside you. He lowered his face to meet your eyes, but you lowered your gaze shamefully. “Hey, Sweetheart…” he exclaimed softly, and cupped your face in his hand to lift your head. He met your gaze again with soft, worried eyes. “What’s the matter, (Y/N)?”

     “It’s nothing…” you rasped quietly.

     “Sweetie,” he said firmly. As he spoke, his thumb gently stroked your cheek. “C’mon. Tell me what’s wrong.”

     You only looked up at him quietly for a few moments before you sighed. “Not much, really, it was just…. A long day. This client at work was so rude to me for no reason…”

     “Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry,” he said as he drew you into his arms and squeezed you softly. “That must have been awful.”

     “It’s such a stupid thing to be upset about.”

     “Not at all,” he answered softly, his hands slowly stroking up and down your back. “It feels awful when someone talks down to you. Trust me. Me and the guys know how it feels. There’s nothing wrong with being upset about it.”

     All you could do was bury your face into his shoulder and take a shaky breath. He pulled the blanket that was spread over the couch into your lap before squeezing you a little tighter.

     A few moments passed before his nose nuzzled into your cheek. “Hey… How about your favorite movie and that ice cream I bought you?”

     “Please,” you answered softly.

     “Okay. You wait right there,” he said as he pulled away. He briefly held your head in his hands to steady himself enough to lean in and kiss the top of it, then turned to get you your ice cream. As he walked away, you gathered the blanket around you, curling into it with a sniffle. 

     But it wasn’t long before he was in front of you again, carefully placing the little bowl of your favorite flavor into your hands. “Here, snack on that while I get the movie going.”

     “Okay,” you responded quietly, and watched as he grabbed the movie and carefully inserted it into the VCR. He fiddled with the buttons until the movie’s intro was playing, and he reacted by looking back at you with a little grin.

     “There! All set,” he said, then got to his feet and walked back over. He sat down beside you, careful not to make you spill the ice cream, and slung an arm around you. “How are you feeling now?”

     “A little better, thanks to you,” you answered, spooning some ice cream into your mouth before leaning your head into his shoulder.

     “Good,” he responded warmly. “And, y’know, in the future, you shouldn’t let it get to you when people act like that. I think people like that enjoy bothering people.”

     “I know, Ray. I know. It’s just hard sometimes.”

     He squeezed your shoulders lightly with his arm. “I understand. Stuff gets to me too, sometimes.”

     You didn’t respond, and instead just cuddled closer to him, cradling the bowl in your hands. Once you finished the ice cream, he set the bowl aside, which allowed him to squeeze you even closer.

     Eventually, during a slower moment of the film, you finally spoke again. “Thanks for taking care of me, Ray.”

     “I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job, Sweetheart,” he answered lightheartedly.

     “Yeah, but still…” You leaned back a little to look at him. He simply gazed back at you with his soft, mismatched eyes. “You’re so sweet about it. You’re always looking out for me, Ray, and it means a lot to me. I want you to know that it means a lot to me.”

     Another warm, soft smile spread across his face. “Well, I’m just trying to be the partner you deserve, Dear,” he responded.

     You giggled softly and exclaimed, “You’re so corny,” before leaning in to kiss him gently. He returned the kiss with a gentle hum as his arms wrapped tight around your waist. And as you parted for air, you continued, “I love you, Ray.”

     He simply responded warmly, “I love you too, (Y/N),”.