#ray stanz x reader

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

↳ warning: supernatural elements

↳ notes: requested by anonymous. was going to be headcanons but ended up turning into a one shot. enjoy

↳ song: ghostbusters—ray parker jr.

masterlist | commisions | carrd

This really wasn't supposed to happen.

It was supposed to be a simple job. One of the easier ones you all had gotten hired to do all month. That's what Ray had said to you as you zipped up the front of your uniform in the firehouse, and you believed him.

A customer had called in last week, sounding out of breath as they complained of a room in their house that always felt cold when they walked into it. You could practically smell the incense through the phone, and your suspicions were confirmed when you later stepped into their house.

After Peter had sarcastically made sure it wasn't just a problem with their AC unit, Janine penciled them in for an inspection a few days later, and that was that. You and the rest of the Ghostbusters went to the nearby Chinese restaurant that night and forgot all about it.

Now, you were hiding behind an overturned table as an apparition whizzed over your heads, shrieking in a language none of you could decipher.

"I thought you said this was a class one spook!" You shouted at Egon as he fumbled with a trap nearby. He shot you an irritated look through the rims of his glasses, as if to say 'what am I supposed to do', before going back to tinkering with the trap in his hand.

"Someone's gotta get out there and distract it!" Peter yelled over the noise of plates being smashes. You winced, imagining that the client wouldn't be too happy to hear that their kitchen was ransacked during the procedure. If you could even call it a procedure.

"Ray! You're up!" Winston called from his place next to you, shoving his coworker out of the hiding spot just a little.

"No way! It was my turn last time!" Ray griped. As he said that, a stray fork flew by his head, nearly missing the side of his face as he yelped and ducked further under the tables cover.

"I'll do it." You volunteered whilst reaching for the proton pack at your back. You were sure that if you looked over at that moment, you'd see Ray sending you the most grateful look you'd ever seen.

The others waited for Egon to finish preparing the trap, Peter mostly yelling at him to hurry up, as you rose from your place on the tiled kitchen floor.

The ghost turned to look at you as you let out a wolf whistle. It's hair floated wildly around its head like a crown of thorns, and you heard one of the guys from behind you gulp with difficulty.

"Hey Casper!" You grinned with what you hoped was a considerable amount of bravado. "Why don't you don't you pick on someone your own size?"

You wouldn't remember falling onto your back after the ghost charged straight at you. Nor would you remember how it slimed down into a fine mist, slipping into your mouth with a hissing noise. Bruises covering your spine would leave the evidence of a fall later on, but that was the only sign that anything had happened.

The boys watched as your eyes rolled back to reveal a milky white gaze. Peter nearly dropped the nozzle to his proton pack as you began to levitate; your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. For a minute, it reminded him of when Gozer had possessed Dana. Although, you were his friend, not fiancé, and wearing a jumpsuit instead of a dress.

"Uh guys?"

"I'm seeing it, Winston." Ray replied without taking his eyes off of you. Wind began to pick up in the house, blowing his hair to the side as he watched you with wide eyes.

"Egon!" Peter yelled over the noise. "The trap??"

"Done!" He finally announced. "Someone hold them down!" The scientist shouted, forehead beaded with sweat as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stood up with shaking hands, nearly dropping the trap as he stepped around the table and towards you.

Ray and Winston both grabbed your arms and legs, pulling you down from your spot in the air with a considerable amount of force. Peter attempted to push you by your chest, but was headbutted by the ghost and sent flying backwards. You, or rather the ghost occupying you, made a sound between a cackle and a scream.

"I've never wanted to punch a ghost more than I do now." Peter groaned from the floor as he hauled himself back up. He'd have to get Dana to check him for a concussion later.

"I need a stream, Venkman!" Egon stepped away from the Muon trap as if it was a live bomb. "Ray, Winston, on our count let go of them and duck!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Winston said as he avoided yet another kick from your boot.

The sound of an engine powering up filled the room as Peter and Egon switched on their packs, directing the end of their nozzles at you. The two men glanced at each other nervously and Egon's foot hovered over the traps pedal anxiously. You just continued to flail.

"You sure this won't hurt them?!" Ray yelled. He brought his head back a significant amount as the ghost inside of you attempted to bite at him.

"No idea!" Egon fumbled. His glasses were nearly flying off of his face with the wind, but he pushed on. "Now, Peter!"

Ray and Winston made a dive for it as two multicolored streams encased you in a bright light. The spirit inside howled with discomfort, kicking its legs in an attempt to escape.

Without warning, Egon stepped on the trap, releasing a beam that shot into the air and struck the ceiling. He knew from experience that there would be a faint singe mark left on it later, but that was the least of anyone's concerns. The client would just have to deal with it.

Taking careful measure not to bump your body into any stray debris, they guided the spirit closer and closer to the trap until its form began to separate from yours. The horrible sucking noise it made nearly coerced Egon to drop his gun to cover his ears.

One moment, you were floating in the air, speaking tongues and way too close to a piece of dangerous machinery. The next, you were laying in a pile of broken china plates as your eyes rolled back into place.

"Hey. Hey, bud, come back to us." Peter said, slapping your cheek slightly to bring you back down to earth. He had been the first to drop to the ground next to you, lifting your head up to make sure nothing had scraped it in the fall.

Ray came next from his hiding spot behind a now splintered chair, then Winston's wide eyed form, and finally Egon holding a smoking trap.

"Vitals appear to be steady." Ray said. He pulled his fingers away from the spot on your neck he had been checking, looking at the rest of them. He sighed like a ten pound weight had been lifted off his chest.

"You worry too much Stanz." Peter said, jesting. But his usual playful tone was dampened, and he didn't look up until you groaned.

"Did anyone catch the number of that bus that ran me over?" You hissed, shielding your eyes from a nonexistent bright light.

Silence.

Winston broke out into laughter first, with the rest following suit. Egon smiled as Peter giggled, and Ray was practically rolling on the floor.

"Trauma response." Egon said between baritone chuckles, only able to get one word out at a time. "Surprised this is the first time we're having one."

"Do I even have to ask what happened?" You said while pushing yourself up on your forearms. Winston just shook his head at you, and slapped you on the back.

"We'll tell you back at the firehouse, kid." He said with a shake of his head. You frowned at the nickname, but eventually let a smile crack.

The five of you sat in each other presence for a little bit, letting the laughter die down as the mood came to a stop.

"So—" Peter cleared his throat.

"—who wants to be the one that talks to the client?"

You were left sitting on the floor as they all scrambled to get out, surrounded by broken glass.

"Assholes."

[gallwithapall]

HOLY FUCK GUYS THEYRE BACK!!!!!!! MY FUCKING BABIES ARE BACK

SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

THEY'VE UNLEASHED A BEAST IN ME GOD

[misfit-mania-the-first]

I’m working on a fic with Ray stanz and if anyone remembers that scene in the movie with him working on the car😏

But I need a new name for the oc because idk why but I used the exact same name as the one for my trollhunter fic and it already has five chapters😭

[judgementdaysunshine]

Ray Stantz Masterlist

In progress

[sporesmoldandfungi]

Flip City - Sued

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why do you say that?" He asked.

"I'm engaged to one of them."

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

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

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

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

"You won't." He spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Two in the box!" Ray began.

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

"We be fast!" Egon and Genevieve added.

"And they be slow!" They all cheered.

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

"Join us, Genevieve."

[faithiegirl01]

Y’all know what I wanna read? I wanna read a Ray Stantz hanahaki disease fic…

Like could you imagine it. No one thought it was a real thing, but reader (or maybe Ray could work either way…) come down with it. In fear of what the weird disease is they go to Egon for a little help in understanding it, but when he tells them it’s an unrequited love disease they panic.

Egon then continues to tell them that they can talk to the person and maybe just maybe it’s not one sided… but reader shakes their head not really believing that could be a possibility. Egon asks if he can know who it is to hopefully help more, but the person refuses to answer not wanting anyone to find out about and asks if there’s any other options. Of course Egon tells them the only other option is the surgery that would make them forget the person all together. The reader (or Ray…) immediately deflates and doesn’t know how what decision to make so slowly they start to distance themselves.

They weirdly start to feel better for a bit and so they do Egon about it, but he just shrugs and tells them it can be very unpredictable each person could go through it completely different. Then all of a sudden they again start feeling bad and it slowly gets worse so reader stays distanced. Bonus points if the reader is Peter’s little sister and so that could make her like another best friend to Ray. Like they could literally all be so close. Like could you just imagine the angst of it all?

My goodness it’d be so heartbreaking yet so beautiful to read especially if they end up together in the end. Like the angst and fluff vibes that could be added to it all.

I myself would write it, but like I have way to many WIPs in progress and can’t, but it’d definitely be a good read. Especially because technically in the Gohstbuster world that wouldn’t really be a real disease, but like it totally could just be like just something they just didn’t know was a thing.

[eebydeebyderby]

Sleepy Ghostbusters and Their S/O Headcanons

Ray Stanz 

Ray loves to sleep and spends much of his free time in the firehouse napping, so he has very little tolerance for fatigue. But, he always tries to get you to nap with him. He’s a total cuddle bug. 

Sleepy Ray will approach you with whatever task you’re working on and hint in so many words that he wants to go to bed. Peter often jokes that there are more illicit intentions in Ray’s requests, but he genuinely wants nothing more than to fall asleep in your embrace. There’s nothing cozier. 

No matter what he’s doing, he’ll drop everything the moment he knows you’re lying down and will practically jump into bed with you. If you’re doing something leisurely like reading a book, he’ll curl up against you and knock out. He’s a human radiator, so you never go cold, even when the blizzards knock out the power. You can even forgo blankets since he’s so warm.

Sleepy Ray can sometimes be a bit sensitive, so the other Ghostbuster boys know to be a bit light-footed around him if they’re feeling irritable. No matter how sour someone’s mood is, they don’t want to hurt Ray’s feelings. They also don’t want you to kill them. 

If you’re feeling evil, you can easily make him fall asleep when he’s already tired, despite whatever task he’s working on. All you need to do is hold him against you and run your fingers through his hair. He’ll knock out in less than five minutes.

Egon Spengler 

Egon is a chronic insomniac running on caffeine and four hours of sleep, so he’s always tired. But sometimes, he overdoes it and he gets *tired*, especially with his recent obsessiveness with researching Gozer. The skin under his eyes will darken and his eyebrows will droop, giving him an almost sad look on his face. It definitely tugs at your heartstrings at times. 

He patiently yet firmly declines all requests that he get some rest from the guys and Janine. They know he needs to sleep so they’ll sic their hidden weapon on him: you. 

Egon is usually very conservative with PDA and is pretty shy with you around the other guys. Drowsy Egon, on the other hand, will wrap his arms around you the second you enter the lab and cling to you like he’s holding onto dear life. That’s how you know he’s *tired*.

Egon stands more than a head taller than you, so it can be tricky to move around with him hanging off of you. He’s pretty heavy, despite his lean build. If you can manage to make your way to the firehouse bedroom and crawl into bed, he’ll quickly follow suit and crawl in after you without a second thought. 

He’ll fall asleep in mere moments, still holding onto you. He’s prone to nightmares and wakes up often, sometimes violently, which badly disrupts his rest. But, with you, he sleeps well through the night. There’s comfort in your presence. 

Winston Zeddemore 

Tired Winston is also hungry Winston, so it can sometimes be a bit tricky to tell if he’s hungry or just really tired when you find him in the kitchen. If it’s two in the morning and the boys have just returned from a six-hour bust, it’s easy to guess which is which. Another easy way to tell is when he’s trying to cook on the stove without turning it on. 

Winston is pretty self-disciplined when it comes to eating since he values his health, so you know he’s exhausted when he’s waking you up at four in the morning to offer you a brownie. Sleep-deprived Winston still makes a mean brownie. The boys know that a drowsy Winston needs to get some sleep, so they gently encourage Winston to get to bed soon–after he’s done baking his sweets. 

He’ll usually stay awake when you’re out on a late-night bust because he doesn’t like sleeping unless you’re home or safe at the firehouse, and he can’t help but worry. He trusts you to keep a level head and not do anything stupid, but he doesn’t trust the other boys to follow suit. 

He’s aware of his sleepy tendencies to cook sweets, so he’ll sometimes get to work and make some goodies while you’re out so you can have a treat before you and the rest of the gang head to bed. Egon will sometimes emerge from his lab dungeon to try and nudge Winston toward making a particular sweet that he might be craving. Winston quips that Egon has a PhD and still can’t make a box mix, and that’s why he’s still single. 

Peter Venkman

Tired Peter is whiny. You love him to pieces but God he’s whiny. You have a newfound respect for Egon and the insurmountable amount of patience he must have had to not murder Peter when they were roommates in graduate school. Egon still has a great amount of patience with sleepy Peter, but that’s because he leaves you to deal with sleepy Peter.

This grown man will pout if you tell him to go to bed. However, if you tell him that you’re going to bed, he’ll follow you like a lost puppy. He’s much too proud to admit that he’s tired, but he has to come to bed with you so that you aren’t lonely. There’s no other reason. None at all. Stop asking. 

Sleepy Peter is scarily strong for some reason? He can lift Ray and move him over without a second thought so he can move past him. Egon finds this endlessly amusing and has little research notes comparing sleepy Peter to normal Peter. Apparently, a sleepy Peter can lift an average of seventy more pounds than a non-sleepy Peter. You suspect that he can lift the same amount no matter his sleep schedule, but a normal Peter is just clever enough to hide it so he isn’t expected to lift more than he needs to. 

If he’s sleepy enough, he’ll lift you off your feet and carry you to bed so he has a cuddle buddy to sleep with. He sleeps better when he’s got you with him, and he’ll find excuses to sidle up to you in bed while you’re reading or doing some other casual activity in bed.

[crow-lex]

Can you do a Ray Stantz x reader, fluffy, #20 from the ❤ list.

Here's your request honey! I hope you enjoy it, Ray is definitely one of my favorites ;)

The Ghostbusters and y/n had received a call.

A ghost of dubious characteristics had appeared inside a residence...

Due to the nature of the case, both you and others were hesitant to respond to the desperate call.

However, it didn't take long for Ray himself, so excited by the new experience... to insist on attending.

And after all. Who were you to say no?

...

The group still remained in the station garage. Equipping all the necessary material for the job.

According to Egon, conventional traps and guns would not be effective against the specter.

So they took some armored jobs and advanced technology for the future.

...

It was cold outside the station.

And in those moments y/n regretted not having brought a sweater with him.

As he helped Peter calibrate the Ecto-1's gauge, Ray and Egon finished loading the luggage into the trunk.

With a nod, y/n withdrew from the passenger seat to position himself in his respective place...

And with everyone inside, they headed towards the established meeting point.

~~~

Upon arrival, they were delighted by the sight of a mansion several years old. Covered by cracks and growing moss...

The gaunt, time-worn building gleamed almost like a relic.

And within herself, the anticipation in y/n grew.

The ghost hunters entered the place, and were greeted by what they assumed was the butler. He greeted them kindly and invited them to go to the main room.

Walking down the corridor, y/n was able to observe their surroundings more thoroughly...

And he took special emphasis on those torn tapestries, located on all the walls of the room.

The house itself looked outdated and poorly maintained.

He showed the constant and evident carelessness that he has had...

And she could distinguish layer by layer of dust accumulated on the surfaces of the place.

Finally, when they reached the main room, the butler stopped in front of them, and soon began to speak nervously...

– “This house has been standing for many decades. However, we had never witnessed an event like this...

The house was originally owned by General Vicent. And it was inherited from generation to generation until it reached the hands of Miss Rose. Which, unfortunately, has decided to leave the house due to the obvious...”

Ray and y/n exchanged glances. To then turn his attention to the butler.

This time, Peter decided to initiate...

- "And what is the obvious, my dear friend?"

...

-“Strange presences have been sighted over time, specifically a few months ago... The staff has seen shadows and heard noises from this room, but the worst encounter was when one of our oldest employees was attacked by... .Something with claws...”

The description gave them an immediate realization, and so much so that the others were already having a vague idea of ​​what they were about.

“a ghost ironically called illiterate. Without the ability to speak, hear or even see. Without any communication option…”

The truth is a little sad, worse something slippery.

~~~

The group had decided, as was the custom, they would separate into groups.

Peter with Egon, Winston on his own and

y/n and Ray together.

You swallowed the emotion that washed over you at Peter's command.

You couldn't be with him... Without fear of ridicule.

...

-“Okay y/n, it's time to catch a ghost... Are you ready?

You snorted, in false annoyance.

-"Of course"

You moved forward into the hallway, plunged into darkness.

And in those moments, you couldn't see the amused smile that the man gave you...

...

The heavy atmosphere was somewhat stressful, you could feel the constant gaze on you.

Breathing in the toxic scent of ectoplasm impregnated in the walls was something... Unusual, even for you.

And soon, after a while of walking... In the distance you could glimpse the outline of a luminous silhouette.

It moved quickly on the walls, leaving those sharp marks on the wall.

His movements resembled those of a cat… Or maybe a snake…

Considering the wraith couldn't hear, you didn't bother to be discreet.

You called out to Ray, who was taking samples a few steps away from you.

He approached, and you could see him transfixed at the sight of the anomaly.

-"Holy God... A new copy!"

"Peter will be so excited about this!"

...

-"You have to catch him..."

Nodding, both you and Ray walked towards the reddish stain.

However, as they got closer, the thick, pungent aura made it increasingly difficult to walk. And it got to the point where they both found themselves stuck to the ground. Completely motionless...

As you tried to move, the specter turned towards you, skull-like arms outstretched in your direction and teeth sticking out...

You whispered a curse, and at that, the specter lunged at you... A sharp, steady shriek escaped its mouth.

You and Ray managed to get off the ground, and this time ran full speed into one of the nearby rooms.

The ghost followed behind them, still screeching like a wounded animal.

When they both entered the room, without bothering to turn on the light, they stood inside a cupboard next to the door.

Through the crack in it they could see the ghost levitate down the corridor until it disappeared into the darkness itself.

...

You exhaled shakily. Adrenaline hit you like a train. It came unexpected.

You noticed how your body was pressed right against Ray's torso... From your place, a few centimeters lower than the man, you could feel his breath brush against your head.

Even feel his racing pulse.

"W-well... Looks like he's not chasing us anymore..."

Be quiet...

...

-“...”

At your lack of response, Ray turned his head towards you. His tone clouded with concern...

- "Y/n?... Is everything alright down there?..."

-"Please, do not tell me that this ghost has possessed you now..."

But you remained silent...

-“Y/n?”

-"Candy?"

...

-"I-I'm fine Ray... I promise..."

However, Ray could feel your constant shaking.

And his suspicion was confirmed when he could, thanks to the small ray of light on your cheek, glimpse a crystalline speck down on your skin.

“ You can't be crying y/n...”

“It was just an unexpected start...”

“Do not be weak...”

...

Without saying another word, and understanding washing over him, Ray wrapped his arms around you.

He lowered your head onto his chest, and with a barely audible whisper, tried to comfort you...

Your own arms wrapped around his torso, still trembling...

And for a moment, he cradled you. Like a fragile flower...

I've always been so weak for these situations...

Sorry Ray...

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

Without understanding, all feelings of guilt or self-delusion dissipated.

Well, the voice that had welcomed you so much in the worst times was now speaking to you.

And before long, you found yourself immersed in an endless second of tranquility and warmth.

-“shhh... It's okay honey, you're okay... We've already talked about this, there's no reason to be so scared...”

-"I'm with you, right?"

...

You were still crying, but inside, you could feel the fire of affection...

Oh... What would you do without him?...

He massaged your shoulder, and he continued to whisper those soft words into his embrace...

Did you feel safe...

When you calmed down a bit more, Ray tried to open the closet door.

He tried to force it, but it wouldn't open... And then he realized...

They were locked...

And both you and Ray pronounced in unison...

-"Oh shit..."

~~~

Happy Birthday!

💓❤️💓😎

[tedesquire]

Can you write a 12. Timer soulmates prompt with reader and Ray/ Egon being their soulmates

Possibly poly with a large timer that is once they all meet or multiple timers for both? I feel like Egon would think the second timer is an evil or rival soulfiend. Ray would be kinda into using his occult store to look into multiple timer cases.

If you don't do poly you can just do separate or just choose one to write about, hope to see more from your blog👁️👅👁️

Sincerely 🐔

My Lover(s)

Egon was happy enough with Ray, he didn’t want another soulmate. What if Ray got along better with their new partner? How could a new partner fit within the relationship they had crafted over 5 years? Why did the timer have to start over? Why did things have to change?

A/N: First off, I hate coming up with titles!! Secondly, I listened to Taylor Swift’s “Lover” at least 20 times while writing this. Sorry for the delay, I wanted to make sure I gave this request full justice. I also want to thank a good friend of mine, @afjakandy for proofreading this and helping me.

-

"Ray." Egon's dark voice interrupted the previously quiet bookstore. It had been a slow day, hardly any customers coming in, but that was alright. Ray considered himself lucky enough that he was able to pursue another career that allowed him to explore his supernatural interests, and even more lucky that his partner decided to spend his day off at his bookstore.

"What's up, Spengie?" The familiar nickname rolled off of Ray's tongue, and Egon felt the same familiar burst of giddiness in his chest at the word.

It was humorous, Egon often thought, the nickname had been in Ray's vocabulary for as long as the two knew each other, yet every time he heard it it felt new.

A man of science, knew realistically his parents loved him, his basic needs being met: food, water, shelter; however, he didn't know true adoration and affection akin to the way Dana loved Oscar until that fateful day Ray had moved into the Parapsychology Department at Columbia.

The eager young man had been excited enough to be able to experiment and collaborate on his interests with the aid of funding and coworkers of like minds, let alone find out the same day that one of those men happened to be his soulmate.

Egon's eyes flicked to his timer, still counting down. It was unheard of for a timer to still be running after you met your soulmate.

He remembered when Ray had first introduced himself, coming up to where Egon was working and complimenting his first prototype of the PKE meter. Egon had looked up to find the owner of the voice meeting two beautiful mismatched eyes and a large bright smile.

Before they could even enjoy the twin beeping from their wrists their timers had rapidly clicked and instead of seeing zeros they had seen 5 years and some odd months, the exact same time.

The two looked at it from almost every angle, Ray being more emotional while Egon had stuck to the intellectual side. They were meant to be together, from the way that Ray had almost completely quit smoking for Egon, who was worried about limited lung capacity affecting his neuron function, the way Egon knew exactly when to drape his arm around Ray's frame at night, the combined levels of serotonin and oxytocin whenever they were together, it was just an indisputable fact.

So if they were meant to be together, why the second countdown?

That's what they had spent years trying to deduce. With Ray's Occult Books, he could, using funds, justify buying books with subjects of timers, soulmates, mating rituals, anything he thought could help.

“There’s a concept in here about soul groups.” Egon nudged his book over, Ray’s eyes peering over his dark glasses and dancing over the page.

“This is great!” His finger traced the letters. “Soul groups are rare and far between, made up of those who create sacred contracts in past incarnations… What if this means that we share a soulmate?”

While Ray eagerly theorized, Egon felt his heart sink. The timer only had a few days left and it terrified him.

He was happy enough with Ray, he didn’t want another soulmate. What if Ray got along better with their new partner? How could a new partner fit within the relationship they had crafted over 5 years? Why did the timer have to start over? Why did things have to change?

-

Ever since you were little, you were obsessed with the idea of a soulmate. A perfect partner who was meant for you. Someone who would never reject you, someone who loved you for you, faults included.

Every heartbreak you experienced, every depressive episode, every surge of jealousy? Worth it, because you had been told that one day you would be with your soulmate and it wouldn’t matter then.

You remember the year you were going to turn 18, the year your parents finally agreed to let you get your timer installed, you had counted down the days on your calendar, even doodled a fake timer on your wrist as you had decided your timer date wouldn’t be too long.

Much to your surprise, you had about 12 years before you would meet him, and that was that. All there was left to do was wait. That was the plan up until two weeks ago, when you had first moved to New York City.

Your timer had started going haywire, blinking and glitching from time to time. Your first solution was to ignore it, like all major problems. Then your second solution, keeping your hand in a bag of rice for just about 24 hours, not that timers were water-resistant, but you thought it couldn’t hurt.

After two days you finally decided to go to a timer clinic, the technician assuring you that it must have been an issue with faulty application all those years ago.

“We’ll just apply another one on your wrist, make sure it’s in working order, and remove the first one.” The technician patted your hand comfortingly. “I’ve seen it a few times, the clinics from smaller towns sometimes just hire people because they need them, not because they have any experience with these things.”

“And… and the new timer won’t mess up anything with the old one? Y’know, not a new date or a different soulmate?” You asked nervously.

“No.” The technician laughed, loading the gun-looking device, gently taking your other wrist in her grasp, shooting the other metal band on your wrist.

“Oh.” She sounded surprised, never a good thing to hear. You met her eyes, following her gaze back down to your wrists. Both timers had shown the exact same time, both working perfectly fine. “Well, let’s just remove the other one anyway.” You nodded, holding your breath as the scrap of metal was pulled out of your wrist.

You couldn’t believe it. Now the other one had started to malfunction, violently glitching.

“That’s strange.” You could tell the woman had started to panic, making you panic in turn. She ended up calling another technician, who called another, who called another. Soon it seemed as if you had everyone in the building studying you.

Embarrassed and exhausted, you had just asked to keep both timers, suffering another shot to the wrist. You weren’t sure what had happened, or what the point was, but you did come to the conclusion that the only way your timer would work was if you had two of them.

Since then, you had tried to consume every piece of media that covered timers and soulmates, wondering what the hell was wrong with you and if this would affect you meeting your soulmate. And with only a few days left, you couldn’t afford to have anything mess it up.

-

Less than 5 minutes to go, Egon worriedly thought. He hadn’t slept, barely ate, and barely spoke. He sat at the register of Ray’s bookstore, the aforementioned man having insisted they stay together today.

While Egon was practically comatose, Ray could not stay still for more than two seconds, pulling books off shelves and reorganizing them. Any other time, Egon would place his hands on Ray’s shoulders, kiss his forehead, and calm his partner down, but even he couldn’t deny the knot in his stomach at the prospect of… whatever was going to happen next.

“Ray.” Egon mustered enough courage to finally grab his partner’s attention. It was now or never, with 3 minutes left on the timer.

“Yeah, Spengie?” Egon wished he had missed the way Ray’s eyes nervously flicked to the front entrance of the store. A few people had come in already, not that either of them paid too much attention, much too early according to the timer.

"Ray, I’ve been thinking… what if this new person separates us? Pulls us apart?" Though his tone was steady, his nerves betrayed him, fingers trembling.

"That's not going to happen. You've done the science yourself, Egie, soulmates cannot be separated. Treat it like an experiment, this is the conclusion to our hypothesis. We have to take it no matter what."

"Ray-"

"Isn't it exciting, Egon? Years of wonder about to be cemented!"

"Ray-"

"We can publish studies, books, there has to be other people out there like us!"

"Raymond!" Egon boomed, a tone and name he hardly ever used. Ray jumped, his mismatched eyes widening in surprise.

"Egon, what's wrong?"

"You're so excited about this... why are you so excited? What if this changes everything? Have you thought of that? Why must they change? I am perfectly content the way things are now and you can't seem to run away from me fast enough!" Egon spat, avoiding his partner's gaze. "It seems like we only just found each other. I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever." Ray let out a breathy chuckle, Egon's cheeks pinking as he grew more and more frustrated.

"Spengie, it seems you and I are awful at understanding feelings at the worst of times. It never occured to me to ask you about this because I thought this is what we both wanted. It also never occured to me that you would think this… quest was in any way me trying to abandon you. I love you, and I'm not planning on leaving any time soon."

"...Really?"

"Of course not. We're two peas in a pod, two sides of a helix, twisted up, inseparable." Ray let his fingers weave together with Egon's. "I'm sorry for not recognizing your hesitancy earlier. If you want, we can go right back to the firehouse, but I think you and I both know that whatever this is, be a person, or two, it will eventually find us."

"I'm terrified." Egon softly admitted.

"So am I. But the great part of this whole...thing... is that we're in this together. Always." The taller man nodded, his thumb running over the veins on the back of Ray's hand. The soft moment was ruined by a yelp followed by a few loud thumps, startling the pair.

-

You had been across the street at the cafe when “Ray’s Occult Bookstore” caught your eye, and something inside you wouldn’t let the idea of exploring the inside go.

You appreciated how large the inside seemed to be compared to the outside, feeling the smooth, wooden bookshelves as you browsed. You always had a piquing interest in the supernatural, not that you could ever read or talk about anything like that in your hometown.

You picked up a few interesting titles along your exploration, just wanted to browse the next aisle but before you knew it you had missed a small, secret stair and fell to the ground, books falling all over your feet.

Two set of hurried footsteps came your way, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you noticed two figures approaching out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see that step there. I swear I was planning to buy all…these… Hi.” You were startled by the two sets of eyes staring at you, a blush overtaking your face. Before you could say anything else your timers spoke for you, four different beeping tones echoing throughout the bookstore.

The next thing you knew you were being helped up and wrapped in the embrace of the shorter man of the pair, the taller one picking your books up off the floor, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Hi, I’m Ray!” The man holding you spoke, his voice bubbly and eager, speaking like he had five million thoughts and they were all fighting to come out of his mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you, we’ve been waiting for you for so long! Don’t worry about paying, soulmates discount and all that. Wow, I can’t believe you’re real, I mean, we had the timers and al but still-”

“Ray, you might want to ease up.” The taller man’s deep voice surprised you, seeming nonchalant about his friend’s behavior. “We don’t even know her name.”

“Right! Yes, of course you’re right. I’m sorry I get a little excited about these things, but it’s our soulmate, who wouldn’t?!” Ray gave you a squeeze and let you go, keeping a hand on your shoulder, as if he didn’t want to be parted from you. “By the way, this is Egon,” he gestured to the man on the floor. “You are?”

“Y/n.” You blinked, still stunned at your timers both going off. “I’m sorry, did you say our and we? As in… the both of you?” There was no way you had two soulmates, it was practically unheard of!

“Right-o!” Ray cheered, his smile drawing one from you subconsciously. He quickly explained their side of the story, causing you to swallow thickly. You had two of them?

“Tobin’s Spirit Guide.” Egon mumbled, reading the titles you had picked up outloud. “Spate’s Catalogue, Necromicon… these are all our favorites.” He stood, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

You laughed in disbelief at his statement. The biggest event of your life just occurred and he was fussing over the titles of your books.

“They just looked… interesting.” You tried to justify, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ve always had a curiosity about the supernatural, this place looked legitimate.”

“Thanks!” Ray chimed, and that’s when it clicked. Ray’s Occult Books.

“Wow,” You looked around anxiously. “You must be quite intelligent to have read these books and open a shop.”

“We both have varying masters and doctorate degrees in parapsychology and taught for a number of years at Columbia College.” Egon stated casually, like he was describing the weather. He held his large hand out to you, his brows twitching as your smaller hand rested in his.

He had noticed your attractiveness as soon as he laid eyes on you, impressed by how endearing you seemed amidst your awkward tumble. The openness of your face as you spoke, the tone of your voice, even as you were slightly confused, and the books you had picked all had made his heart start to race like it did so many years ago when he first met Ray. Speaking of, Ray had been right all along, the science couldn’t lie. There was a reason why there were soulmates and a reason why you were theirs.

Egon met your gaze, observing how you swallowed thickly at the new information. He hoped he hadn’t intimidated you, he just wanted to impress you. Where Ray was all gestures and emotions, Egon was all facts and figures.

Hoping he was making the right out of character move, Egon pulled you in for a hug, exactly like Ray had. You missed the way Egon smirked and avoided Ray’s cheerful, smug look.

-

“Y/n, dear, where’s my-”

“In the bedroom!” You called out, humming softly along to the music from your radio. You were currently making dinner, Egon sitting at the table and reading his paper. To his credit he had offered to help, but he knew what his limits were. A parapsychologist with an interest in chemical engineering and particle physics? That he was. A decent, even mediocre cook? He was not. You were satisfied enough with him setting the table.

You had agreed to move in a few months ago, now perfectly adjusted to your new life in the old firehouse. You, Ray and Egon had been together for almost a year now and you couldn't remember your life before them. You couldn’t even imagine waking up in a bed and not sandwiched between your two lovers, a closet that wasn’t littered with polos and sweater vests, or a day where Ray wasn’t asking for your help in finding something he misplaced.

“Egon, honey, go help him, will you? He always manages to lose those glasses of his.” The floor creaked as he stood, making his way over to you instead of up to the bedroom, like you’d asked.

“What if I wanted to stay here and enjoy your company?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting kisses behind your ear. “Besides, I couldn’t leave you all alone with this ghost that seems to be screeching in here.” You scoffed, turning to playfully shove him.

“I happen to be a great singer, thank you!”

“Yes, dear.” He gave you that damn smirk you had fallen in love with 100 times over, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before heading to the bedroom to help Ray. It wasn’t long before they soon entered the kitchen, hand in hand.

“Smells great, y/n!” Ray rubbed his palms together as he sat down, watching intently as you approached the table and started to serve out portions.

“You always say that, Ray.”

“It’s always true!” He cried, waiting until you had set the pot down on a trivet before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to sit on his lap. “But as delicious as it smells I can’t possibly eat this food until I have at least… hmm, oh ten kisses.”

“Ten?” You feigned shock, leaning in to connect your forehead with his. “Yesterday it was seven. What type of inflation system do you have going on here?”

“Keep distracting me and tomorrow it will be at least 15.” He decided, eyes softening as you snorted, counting out loud as you kissed his forehead, his temples, his eyelids, the top of his nose, his cheeks, his chin, and finally his lips.

“There,” You finished, making your way to sit between Ray and Egon.

You missed the way Egon had observed you both fondly, ridiculing himself once again for how ridiculous he used to be. How could he have been so afraid of this? Of feeling complete and utter devotion from the two most perfect people on the planet.

Yes, meeting you had changed everything, but Egon wished he could go back in time and tell himself that change didn’t always have to be for the worst, sometimes it was for the best. And as he counted his blessings and watched you laugh with Ray about…something, he knew that change was the best thing to have ever happened to him.

[xxmoodslimexx]

Oh man I am LOVING your content. How do you think the guys would react to a first love confession?

((Tysm 🥺))

Ghostbusters reacting to you confessing your love.

- Peter -

• You and Pete had been dating for a while when you finally told him how you feel. You were on a date when he received a frantic call from one of the team detailing about some spectre that was unlike anything they’d ever seen and how he needed to come help right away.

• He groaned, mimed shooting himself in the head with his fingers and shot you an exasperated, apologetic look. You’d just smiled and shook your head, reassuring him that it was okay.

“I’m so sorry dearest but it seems duty calls. You’re a saint for putting up with me, you know that? Really. God knows why you do it.”

And that’s when you hit him. “Because I love you.”

• It had come as a surprise to you both. You’d assumed he already knew how you feel and he.. Well, he hadn’t actually expected anyone to actually want to stick around him. There’s a reason he’d been such an awful flirt before he met you.

• You’d never seen him look so vulnerable, like a perplexed deer caught in headlights. His voice was a little softer than usual when he said, “I love you too.”

- Egon -

• Your confession fills him with an unbelievable sense of calm.

• He knows that he can sometimes come across as odd and off putting to some people. His direct way of speaking and “weird” hobbies tend to rub people up the wrong way. It’s never really bothered him, but it did set him up with certain expectations about how people would react to him.

• Then you came along and subverted all those expectations. You never treated him differently or like he was stupid (he’s not stupid).

• So when you told him you loved him.. It was like everything falling into place. It was the easiest, most logical thing in the world to say “I love you too.”

- Ray -

• Ray’s a man of science. Ghosts might be real but fairytales certainly are not.

• That is of course until you tell him you love him. My Gosh.. Bluebirds could have flown out of nowhere and sang some happy go lucky song and he wouldn’t have bat an eye.

• And that feeling never goes away either. Any affection from you sends him into a soppy state.

• Maybe one he’ll deconstruct a happily ever to see how it works, but for now he’s content just to have you.

- Winston -

• Winston honestly can’t believe his luck.

• He thought things couldn’t get better when he landed the Ghostbuster job and got to help the city he loved every day.. And then you came along too.

• You telling him you loved him was the cherry on top of a beautiful cake.

• “Well what a coincidence.. Me too.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

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.”

[gallwithapall]

IM BACK ON MY GHOSTBUSTERS BULLSHIT LOOK AT THEM!

I W A N T T H E M NOW

my mother mentioned Dan Aykroyd ONCE! ONE TIME TODAY and now look at me

[spengler-in-a-jar]

Here’s some of my shitty smut writing for Spengler and my oc Kendra

DNI 18+

Takes place just around the start of the movie, sorry if my writing for it is bad, I should rewatch the movie.

Egon twirling the keys on his index finger, standing outside the open garage door on the hot summer day, waiting for the young colleague of his to show up, she did at least ring and say she would be about ten minutes late.

Soon a frizzy mop of light brunette hair could be spotted as she jogged down the sidewalk. Her crossbody purse bouncing against her hip as she crossed the street. Reaching the taller scientist, she rested her hand on the wall of the firehouse next to him and struggled to catch her breath. “Remember, count slowly and breathe in on the odd numbers. You know, I could’ve picked you up.” Egon stated and stopped spinning the keys, straightening his back and crossing his arms. “I didn’t wanna bother you.” Kendra said, finally being able to breathe. Egon chuckled and put a hand on her shoulder, immediately getting her full attention. “You’re asthmatic, you shouldn’t risk it like that in this heat.” Kendra rolled her eyes, even when he was completely right.

Egon unlocked the doors to the Ecto-1 and got into the passenger side. “You sure we couldn’t just get a rental to drive? I don’t wanna wreck the Ecto.” Kendra explained and got into the drivers seat, immediately noticing the gap between her and the wheel. She reached down, looking for the adjuster by the door. Egon raised a brow and reached over, his long arm going down under her seat and pulling it forward. “It’s got good insurance, plus it gives Ray something to do.” Egon sat back in the seat and buckled up. “Plus it’s best for all of the ghostbusters to learn how to drive her. Now, start it up.” Kendra buckled her belt and put the key into the ignition and turned over the car, it roaring to life.

Kendra nervously navigated the streets and listened as Egon taught her how to drive the large car. “So you would trust me to drive this?” Egon raised a brow. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re careful, you know the basics, I see you fit to drive.” He patted his hands in his lap, soon noticing a woman running from a building and papers flying around her. “A ghost? Shit, it’s just us that can deal with this.” Egon pointed his finger at the empty parking spot. “Let’s go.” Kendra nodded and turned into the spot, Egon grabbing the radio and talking to Janine about what they were doing. Kendra turned the car off and ran around to the back, pulling out the uniforms, spares they kept for busy days. “Shit, where’s mine?” She said as she searched and instead pulled out Egons usual and his darker shaded one. ��Doesn’t matter, put one on.” He said and grabbed the light beige one from her, pulling it over his clothes.

Finally ready with uniforms and packs, the two went into the small store, where a smaller roaming vaper was, just flying around and knocking stuff over. Egon nodded to Kendra as she went to the otherside of the ghost, almost following Egons moves exactly as they captured and trapped said ghost. The store owner popped up from behind the counter. “Thank you so much!” He yelled and got Kendra in a hug, which caused her to stiffen. Egon was writing the invoice and handed it to the man. In the fakest voice ever, Egon tried to act panicked. “We have another call, this one’s a big one.” He said and grabbed Kendra from the man and rushed out the door.

Kendra laughed and sunk down into the drivers seat. “You really have to get better at lying.” Egon rolled his eyes and unzipped his uniform. “Let’s get the trap to the containment unit.” Kendra started the car. “That sucks, I wanted to drive with you more Dr. Spengler, maybe even try it with the sirens.” Egon looked over at her newfound driving confidence. “I could drop it off and we can continue, I will admit, your driving is kind of soothing.” Kendra smiled and put her hand on the switches. “Please?” Egon chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Go ahead.”

Kendra flew through the streets of New York, siren and lights going, Egon holding onto the seat for dear life as her faster driving was more feral, but a thrill as well. He watched the new sparkle in her eye as she drove, her smile wide, her crows feet gaining definition as she smiled. He felt a slight relief as she turned the sirens off and pulled into the station. Egon held the trap in his hands. “Come in and take that uniform off, it’s way too hot for this heat, I have some spare shirts if your top has too much sweat on it.” Kendra nodded and got out, leaving the car running as Egon took the trap to the unit, she went to his locker and grabbed the shirt, heading to a bathroom to change.

It was late by time the two went out driving, so Egon opted for him to drive, just so she could get a look at the night before driving in the dark with the Ecto. His clothing didn’t change much, aside from rolling his sleeves up and losing his tie. Kendra watched the street lights go by as he drove. “Thanks for letting me borrow the shirt, I’ll clean it before I return it.” Egon shrugged and turned into a dirt road of sorts. “Keep it, I have plenty. We get those undershirts sent to us in bulk.” Kendra raised her brow as Egon stopped the Ecto at what seemed to be an empty parking lot, with a lot of foliage around it. “Egon, why are we here?” Egon put the car into park and turned to Kendra. “It’s a nice spot I like to go to every once and a while, aside from the lab. Come on, I’ll show you why.” Egon opened the door and waited as Kendra got out and walked over to him. Egon looped his arm in hers and walked to the edge of the parking lot, where a steep cliff showed, but so did a beautiful view of the city and sky. “It’s quite pleasing to the eye, isn’t it?” Kendra nodded and held onto Egons arm unknowingly tight. “You can’t even see the sky like this from the rooftops. But Egon, why’d you bring me out here?” Egon looked down at her naïve eyes. “You’re not stupid Kendra, far from it, but I think you should think into it, and not from a scientific standpoint.” He only gave her a few moments before it seemed to click in her mind, of to which Egon decided to wrap his arms around her body and pull her close. “You meant to bring me here to boost a romantic relationship?“ Egon chuckled and nodded, rubbing the fabric of his shirt on her. “Yeah, I mean we have chemistry, you’re compatible compared to most women I know, without Peters input.” Kendra slowly put her hands on Egons shoulders and caressed the material of the shirt. “I will admit the amount of times I’ve wanted to kiss you, the recent studies we’ve been experimenting with even making it escalate my emotions past just being coy.” Kendra blushed and tilted her head. “As in arousal?” Egon shyly nodded, his blush becoming apparent as well. “Well if we’re admitting these things…I admit, I’ve wanted to have sex in the Ecto-1, specifically with you doctor.” Egons ears nearly looked as if they were perking up. “Car sex is illegal, it’s under indecent exposure.” He said, his nerves starting to get the better of him. “That’s only if you get caught, and we’re in a very private area.” Egon realized Kendra’s sultry tone and he retracted his hands, adjusting his glasses. “I don’t have any protection, and there’s still a chance of us getting caught in the act plus there’s-“ Kendra cut off the man by kiss, his frantic overthinking being numbed as he focused on the woman.

Egon pulled back and looked down at Kendra, both visibly aroused from just the talking and kissing. “Let’s get into the car, it’s probably not a good idea to be just standing out like this.” Egon explained, putting his hands in front of him. Kendra giggled and rubbed Egons arm. “Did I accidentally arouse you?” Egon avoided her gaze at first, but eventually nodded. “I can give you some assistance Egon, let’s get into the backseat.” Egon went to protest but Kendra crossed her arms, and he retracted the unsaid statement. “What are you going to do?” Egon said as he slipped into the backseat. “Permission to take your trousers off and to touch you intimately?” Kendra asked as she got in after Egon and closed the door. Egon nodded and put his arms spread on the seat he was sitting on.

Kendra unbuckled his belt as he unbuttoned his shirt, assisting her in pulling his trousers and boxers down. Kendra looked down at the arousal of Egon, it was slender, but long. He had a decent bush of curly brown at the base, a bit of it trailing to his belly button. She wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly started to pump. Egons body slowly relaxed as she started to touch his cock, but it was slightly uncomfortable as she did it dry. It a moment of raw intimacy, Egon stopped her hand by grabbing her wrist and brought the hand that was on his cock closer to his face. A lump of saliva left his lips and landed into the middle of her palm, a slight trail still connecting it to his lips. Kendra got the hint and put her hand back on his cock with the saliva. It was easier to pump his cock now with the little bit of saliva. Egon turned his head towards her and let out a small moan. “Can I…touch you?” He stuttered out and motioned his hand towards her breasts. Sure they were small, but in an aroused state, and by personal choice, it was perfect for him. Kendra nodded and felt Egons hand slip up the plain black t-shirt, and felt his nimble fingers toy with her nipple. “No bra in my shirt…” Egon smiled and looked at the woman, her focus mostly on pleasuring him. “When we’re done, I’m taking you to a nice dinner, then making love to you.” Kendra smiled and kissed the corner of Egons lips.

The only sound in the Ecto was wet rubbing skin, and soft man moans. Egons light rubbing of her breasts soon turned into a firm grasp. His nerves on fire, his orgasm boiling in his core. “I…might…ejaculate.” He gasped and threw his head back as Kendra smirked and wrapped her lips around his cock, after having to remove his hand from her breast. Egons leg started to shake as her wet tongue rubbed against his cock. He felt his balls draw up and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the car seats. His orgasm hit him like a train, causing a loud moan to rip itself from his throat. His hips moving ever so slightly as Kendra pulled up from his cock and swallowed the cum. Egon huffed and laid back, trying to ease his reeling mind. Kendra sat close to him and rubbed his shoulder. “How was that?” Egon blinked a few times before swallowing the lump in his throat. “Very good, amazing.” Egon looked down at his watch, nearly gasping at the time. “Jeez, the guys are probably wondering where the hell we are.” He started buttoning his shirt. “I promise, I’ll take you on a nice date as soon as possible.” He lifted his hips and slipped his trousers on, tucking his shirt in and buckling his belt. Kendra smiled and wrapped her hands around Egons. “How about some Chinese takeout and at my place?” Egon slightly frowned. “If that’s what you want, but one day I’m taking you somewhere nice.”

Egon drove to Kendra’s apartment, parking on the curb as he ran out his side to open her door. “Egon, just because we’re intimate, doesn’t mean you have to be like this.” She teased and held Egons arm as he walked her to her apartment. “It’s my way of showing compassion, cut me a little slack.” He teased and rubbed the back of her hand.

Reaching her apartment was something Egon wished he didn’t have to do. Egon leaned on the doorframe as she unlocked her door. Once it popped open he frowned. “Egon, I’m not leaving for good, just the night.” She smiled and rubbed his shoulder. “I’ll still exist tomorrow, I’ll call you in the morning if you’re not busy.” Egon nodded and watched the woman kick open the door lightly. She turned to him and stood on her toes, giving him a good night kiss. “Good night Egon.” Egon nodded and watched the door closed. He stood for a few moments before convincing himself to walk away.

The next morning, Egon woke early as he usually did. He got dressed and ate his breakfast before walking to the phone and picking it up, dialing a certain number. It ran quite a few times before a groggy voice answered. “Egon, it’s five in the damn morning.” Egon chuckled. “How’d you know it was me?” Kendra smiled and leaned on the wall by her phone. “What normal man is up this early to call a lady?” Egon shrugged and agreed. “Give me an hour and I’ll be at the station.” Kendra rubbed her tired eyes and yawned. “Did you get enough sleep?” Egon asked, messing with the phone cord in his hands. “Yeah, it’s just early for me, that’s all. I mean someone had to keep me out last night.” She teased and chuckled, causing Egon to blush. “You know, I’m still wearing your shirt.” She whispered, as if anyone was listening. Egon rubbed his chin and smirked. “Oh yeah?” Kendra nodded. “It reeks of your musk, but I like it.” That’s when a voice that got onto another line interrupted. “So this is how nerds dirty talk? On the phone at that.” Egons body stiffened as he turned towards Venkmans office, seeing the silhouette of the man. “Venkman.” Kendra said in a monotone voice. Peter chuckled. “You crazy kids, hey, mind grabbing coffee on the way in?” He chattered. “Since someone woke me with his dorky sex talk.” “Venkman!” Peter held his hands up. “I’m just saying, I’m not sitting in the backseat till that cars cleaned Egon.” “I’m gonna hang up.” Kendra quickly said, Egon agreeing and following suit, both phones hanging up, leaving Peter with the dial tone.

[spookbusters]

Tactile Experiments

// Summary: General nsfw hcs for Ray; General nsfw hcs for Egon 

// Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader; Egon Spengler x Reader

// Warnings: f!reader, nsfw warnings under the first cut, nsfw under the second cut; (18+, minors DNI)

// A/N: Finally did it! I hope this quenches the unrelenting thirst that was in my inbox

Kink Warnings: Slight title kink ( R), Praise kink (R ), Sprinkle of possessiveness (R ), Title kink (E), Scientific/experiment play (E)

Ray

Ray is, undoubtedly, a very sweet and gentle guy, and that personality definitely translates to your sex life.

But, we also know him to be very cheeky.

He strikes a great balance between the two and it creates a very soft, but very silly environment.

It’s very rarely super serious.

He has a tendency to tickle you and make you laugh, and, honestly, you love it.

Every single one of those moments is simply a physical display of the love and respect you have for each other, and the amount of fun you have together.

But, sometimes, it is serious.

It’s something that usually happens when he goes out with the guys on a hunt and comes within an inch of dying.

It leaves both of you terrified. He doesn’t want to be without you, and you don’t want to lose him.

You’re both selfish in those moments, and neither of you care about it.

Those times are intense and deeply intimate. It serves as a grounding for both of you.

You’re both there, you’re safe, and you’re loved.

He’s the kind to take things slow with you, he likes the tenderness of it all.

Ray is not the dirty talking type, but he’s definitely one for praise.

Praise is something he likes to both give and receive.

He loves the way you blush when he says something like “You look beautiful like this”, and you think the look on his face when you tell him how good he’s doing is simply adorable.

Ray is a tactile man, he likes the ability to experience things through touch. It makes sense, him wanting to feel things, given his line of work.

To that end, he is very handsy.

He likes to run his hands across your sides. It lets him feel the full expanse of your curves.

He thinks it’s pretty cute when you try and call him something like Dr. Stanz, but he thinks just hearing his name out of your mouth is the most beautiful thing.

There are a few things that really rev him up:

Seeing you working on Ecto-1 is one of them

That car is his baby; he made all of those modifications himself! So, seeing you bent over the engine block with a wild head of hair and a socket wrench in your hand is like flooring the gas.

Seeing you in any of his clothes.

He’d never admit it, because he acknowledges he doesn’t own you, but he is kind of possessive.

God, but Ray Stantz is the king of aftercare.

After all is said and done, he’s down to run n grab you a washcloth, water, n slaps on the TV show you guys love watching together.

You also tend to get hungry, so he orders you both takeout from the Italian place down the street.

Following a lot more love, more laughter, and some good food, you’ll fall asleep in each other’s arms, happy as ever.

Egon

Egon Spengler is a very unique individual.

He is simultaneously very funny and comedic, and very stern.

In the bedroom, you tend to get the very focused, kind of procedural Egon.

However, for as procedural as he is, that is definitely not to say he doesn’t like spontaneity.

He actually loves it. He thinks you do it so well.

You balance one another out very well. 

He’s the one who’s going to plan scenes to act out and find times where you’ll have the most time and the most privacy, where you’re the one who waltzes into his lab with one of his lab coats on and little else.

SCIENCE KINK ALERT WEEWOOWEEWOO

No, but seriously.

Egon’s general scientist kink comes in two main forms:

He loves it when you call him Dr. Spengler.

You say it in a way that’s so coquettish, and it really kicks his heart rate up several notches.

Pair that with the lab coat thing and that is a 10/10 experience for him.

And he enjoys engaging in experiment play.

The man is a scientist, after all.

Experiment play with him usually consists of him trying different things with you and logging your responses.

Heart rate, neurowaves, that sort of thing. You understand maybe 25% of it.

Egon also likes to take things slower.

It’s a faculty of the fact that he does things procedurally.

He’s fairly talkative, but not in the way you’d expect, and it also changes based on the situation.

When he’s the initiator, and especially during your experiments, he asks you a lot of questions.

“How does ‘x’ feel versus ‘y’?” “Do you notice the spikes in your heart rate when I do this?” 

When you’re the initiator, he just says whatever feels right.

When you’re the initiator and he’s not as deep in science-mode, he also has the very cute tendency of lavishing you with complements.

Aftercare is all about connection for both of you. He knows those are great moments for couples to come together and deepen their emotional bond.

He’s big on cuddling afterwards!

One of your sweetest aftercare moments is when you gently remove the glasses from his face and take the time to clear the fog off of them.

He always marvels at the fact that the woman in his life knows him so deeply that she’s aware of how much he hates streaked glasses, and puts in the effort to clean them for him.

When you fall asleep, you always do so with your head on his chest and his arms around you.

You could never have it any other way.

[sporesmoldandfungi]

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

Twins? - Ray Stanz x F!Pregnant!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like you just won Prom Queen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter!” Egon whispered at him.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine.” I lied.

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

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

Ray opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him.

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

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

I groaned, “You have to say that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eebydeebyderby]

Ghostbusters, Media Attention, and Their S/O Headcanons

Ray Stanz

Ray loves you more than anything and is always eager to express that, often lifting you from your feet in a big hug and planting kisses on your lips, whether cameras are around or not. Time Magazine featured a cover with the two of you in a passionate embrace reminiscent of the famous V-J Day in Times Square photograph. He keeps a copy of the magazine framed above his work space. 

He swoops in for a smooch whenever there is a pause in an interview. Nothing too scandalous, but there’s definitely a lot of emotion behind every little gesture he extends to you. Everything he does with you is so genuine and full of adoration. Much of the talk of daytime television is how sweet Ray Stanz from the Ghostbusters is and how he compares favorably to more famous counterparts. Even the gossip tabloids have to publish utter nonsense to generate gossip. They target Ray specifically because he is known as the most sentimental and big-hearted of the Ghostbusters, so any negative press against him specifically would bring much attention. The easiest and most common accusation is cheating, despite there being no evidence of such a thing. 

The boys used to find these allegations amusing and simply dismissed them. After they saw how badly the accusations hurt his feelings, however, they’re very quick to shoot down any such theories and immediately end the interview then and there. The press quickly learned to leave that ridiculousness behind, since the boys will dismiss any reporter that brings it up. Egon, typically the most level-headed one to be interviewed, will instantly bristle when the rumor comes up, since he suffered infidelity in the past from a former partner. He won’t tolerate someone accusing his best friend of such an act and will chew out the accuser. He knows that Ray loves you to the ends of the world and would be absolutely shattered if something came between the two of you. 

 Ray gets incredibly excited when talking about you and often interjects with things like, “Let me tell you what YN did last week,” and, “YN said the funniest joke last week! Let me share it. I’ve got it written down.” He could be answering a completely unrelated question and then abruptly switch to talking about you when the thought pops into his head. 

He always insists on sitting next to you, whether it be at a restaurant, in a movie theater, riding the Ecto-1, or at one of the boys' numerous court hearings. Anytime there’s a photo of him out in public with you, it’s almost guaranteed that he’ll be pressed against you in some way. 

Egon Spengler

Egon is very shy when it comes to overt public displays of affection, but those who pay close attention can definitely catch several little signals that he puts out.

He's very reluctant to engage in physical contact with others, always avoiding hugs and keeping handshakes to a minimum. However, he's always in contact with you in some way when the two of you are out and about. He presses against you when you sit together in interviews, entwines his fingers with yours under tables, has his arm over your shoulder, pulls you closer when he feels discomfort in public settings. It’s easier to pull teeth than it is to get Egon to agree to an appearance on a talk show, and he will always refuse if you won’t be there with him, cozy and held against him for the entire time. 

He steals small kisses on your brow when the public focus isn't directly on you. One of Ray's favorite newspaper clippings is of a huge headline featuring a front-and-center Peter holding up a smoking trap and grinning proudly, drenched in slime and absolutely filthy. In the background, just slightly out of focus, eagle-eyed readers can spot Egon pulling you close to him, planting a kiss on your forehead as you load equipment into the Ecto-1.

Egon answers media questions in a very matter-of-fact manner. Yes, Ecto-1 has been given a new paintjob. Yes, the containment unit has been upgraded to hold a higher capacity. Yes, he’s in love with you and has been for a while. No, Peter has never been to prison, only jail. He seems very nonchalant through all the questions, but there is a noticeable pink tinge on his face whenever questions regarding you pop up. 

 No matter what his mood is, giving him a peck on the cheek during interviews will instantly make him crack a rare smile, which the cameras go wild for. If he isn’t with you while the cameras are around, it’s almost impossible to snap a picture of him smiling. The most they can hope for is his trademark half-smirk when Peter says something remarkably stupid. 

Peter Venkman

Peter thrives in media attention and loves to scoop you up bridal-style to pose for photos. He will disrupt most interviewers to interject, “By the way, did I mention that I love YN? I need everyone to know that I am in love with YN. Shocker, I know. Very few people know about it.”

When one of the others boys is being interviewed, he’ll interrupt by speaking through their walkie-talkies and tell them to let the media know that he loves you very much and everyone needs to know. The other boys find this very amusing and purposefully keep the volume on their walkies to the maximum so that it definitely draws attention. If it really bothered them, he’d stop. It annoys interviewers to no end that Peter needs to always be where any Ghostbuster is, but the boys all agree that paparazzi don’t deserve rights. 

If you're the one being interviewed, Peter will sprint over to you and the camera people, drop to one knee, and abruptly declare his undying love for you. Every time. No exceptions. 

If he’s feeling especially mischievous, Peter will do his usual “drop to his knee” schtick, but instead of a declaration of love, he will beg you to “take him back” and promises that “what happened would never happen again.” The other boys love to feed the mythos and refer to said false event in purposefully vague terms, never giving a straight answer to the media frenzy that always swarms around the bait. Janine scoffs when asked about it and tells interviewers that you should never, ever forgive him for what he did. Tabloid rumors run amok, and Peter will repeat the stunt when he feels the attention on it is dying down.

He insists on being allowed to bring you along when he’s invited as a guest on talk shows, or else he’ll flat-out refuse. Regardless of whether you want to come along or not, he wants to give you the chance to share the limelight with him whenever he can. If they can’t respect that, then they aren’t worth his time.  

Winston Zeddemore

Winston has a reputation for being cool as a cucumber. While Peter is overly cocky, Ray is overly excitable, and Egon is overly flat, he strikes a good balance of energy and approachability. He's also the only Ghostbuster to consistently speak without excessive scientific notation when answering interview questions about the tech side of the job, so he's very popular with interviewers as the down-to-earth Ghostbuster who's easier to understand compared to his more academic counterparts.

He often gets asked about the day-to-day lives of the Ghostbusters, and he always takes the opportunity to gush about how much better things go when you’re around, how helpful you are, how crafty you are, and how cute you are. He always ends interviews by saying he misses you and he’s going to bake you something after the interview ends.

He’s very reluctant to go on talk show interviews and typically only engages with the media while he’s actively out on a job, preferring to keep his personal life tucked away from the public eye. He’s careful not to give away information about things like your favorite restaurants or hangout spots so that you two can remain anonymous when out and about. Unless you have on the telltale jumpsuit, nobody really recognizes you. That way, you can hold hands, plant forehead kisses, and cozy up without the cameras interrupting anything. 

 When he tires out from the media, he’ll politely end the interview, thank them for their time, scoop you up in a bridal hold (proton pack and all) and depart. Ray has numerous newspaper clippings featuring photos of Winston carrying you away.

He isn’t one for grand gestures of affection when the public eye is on him, but he’ll still indulge in small kisses and holding you against himself. He doesn’t draw any direct special attention to his love for you, but it comes up organically since he often steers the conversation toward praising you without being fully aware of it. He’ll mutter, “I love you, baby” in your ear whenever there’s a lull in the conversation.