#winston zeddemore x reader

[bella-goths-wife]

Ghostbusters x ghost reader

Warnings: mentions of death, obsessive behaviour, non canon events, descriptions of traps being painful, ghost stuff

You had no idea what happened

One minute you were alive, and the next you were dead

But it wasn’t the death you were promised

You were given your body, but your skin was translucent and you felt utterly weightless

You were hysterical as you tried to ask the people surrounding you what was happening, but they ignored your presence and you quickly figured out they couldn’t see you or notice your presence

You had no clue how long you’d been dead, or how long you had roamed the streets in your Vaporised body

But you were so tragically bored

who knew that being a ghost was so mind numbingly mundane

You spent most of your days in your previous apartment with the tv on as you tried to live your life as if you were just having a day off from work, and not like you were dead and cursed to roam the world

But that only worked until the landlord cleared out your apartment so you just sat on the floor in the empty carcass that was once your home

And then some newlyweds moved in, and they were gross

You had to deal with seeing their acts of love and pda and have the realisation that that kind of love was no longer in the cards for you

So one day you got annoyed with their very loud PDA in the bedroom, and out of frustration you slammed cupboard and startled the life out of the couple

And a mischievous smirk crossed your face at the realisation that you could royally fuck someone’s day up with this

So you started off with hiding stuff, then breaking stuff until you finally got so frustrated that you screamed and accidentally revealed yourself to the couple

They called the ghostbusters the next day to report being haunted by the ghost of an early twenties female who was extremely mischievous

Winston and Ray were the first to arrive at the scene and immediately as they entered the apartment they felt a chill in their bones

You wanted to mess with them but you thought better of it as you had seen one of their adverts back before you died, you knew what they were here for and you were not about to get caught in one of those traps

So you just followed them into each of the rooms they visited and watched from over their shoulders

They had been to each of the rooms and retreated back to the living room when Peter and Egon arrived

Egon did various tests that you were careful to avoid in an attempt to fool them into thinking that you were not there

You hadn’t avoided the tests completely though, as Egon’s device showed that there was a ghostly presence but your attempts of fooling them had paid off because avoiding the device like you had gave the impression that the spiritual presence wasn’t in that apartment but someone else’s

The newlyweds were extremely frustrated with that outcome and demanded explanations for the various spiritual incidents like the coldness

To which venkman replied that they should check on their AC before stating that they were extremely busy and unless the spirit came back, the ghost busters couldn’t help

As they went to leave, you did something you weren’t sure was possible

You attached yourself to Egon as he left your apartment building, having taken you with him accidentally

And Egon accidentally took you straight to the ghostbusters headquarters

Where after you got adjusted, you wrecked havoc

You started off small by following the workers of ghostbusters around their daily routine in the headquarters

You followed Egon round in his lab, you followed Winston as he stored traps, you followed Peter around as he annoyed people in his office and you followed Ray around as he helped improve traps and washed the car

You also listened to Janine on the phone and whenever Dana would come in to visit Venkman you would follow her around as she helped keep the place in order

But that quickly got boring the routines became predictable, so you decided to throw a few wrenches in their plans

You’d mess with Egons lab equipment so that his results wouldn’t come out clearly

You’d move traps around whenever Winston went to clean them or store them until he found them in the strangest and impossible to reach sports

You’d mess with Peters papers whenever he left his office and your delete messages that someone left for him just out of spite

And you’d mess up any progress Ray made with the traps and you’d mess up anything he cleaned

It all become quite frustrating for the four men

You weren’t a violent or impulsive spirit like they had experience before, you were just mischievous and annoying

It all came to a head one night when you decided to get bold with your mischief

You had assumed that all of the ghostbusters were out for the night, but you failed to recall the recluse that was Egon Spengler

You had gotten bored so you decided to go to the radio that Janine kept on her desk and you blasted the radio as it played maneater by Daryl & Oats

You danced around in a similar fashion to Lydia from beetle juice as you raised yourself to the ceiling and danced around the room

The music had disturbed Egon as he rushed out of the lab and into the main area, where he saw you dancing

In your joy you had become visible to the human eye, and Egon could see the little minx who had been tormenting him and his friends for months on end

Egon watched for around ten minutes before you spotted him and disappearing, but not before flashing him a fox like smile

Now that Egon was aware of your existence, he decided it was time he looked into who you were

He pestered your landlord about the previous residents of your apartment and looked through the photos until he recognised you

Your landlord assumed Egon must have been an old boyfriend and insisted that he take some of your stuff since you had no family come and collect it, and Egon accepted out of peer pressure

So he brought your things back to the headquarters and looked through them

He found many things of interest to him but he noticed a dusty chess board in one of the various boxes and thought it would be a brilliant way to to establish communication

So he dusted off the chess board and set it up in his lab with a camera set up in the corner, and he waited

He made his first move and waited around five minutes before a piece from the opposite side moved in a countermove

Egon played chess with you until he eventually won, and he offered you a rematch on the condition that you communicated with him this time

And so you did, you made yourself visible to Egon and you were sporting the same fox like grin as before

Egon tried to ask questions during your second game, but you never answered past shaking and nodding your head

You had won the second round after making a few unexpected moves while Egon was distracted trying to communicate with you

Egon gathered the ghostbusters and showed them the tape before actively encouraging them to try and communicate with you whenever they noticed your mischievous presence

They all questioned why they shouldn’t just trap you and store you, but Egon quickly responded that he’d never seen a spirit with this amount of self awareness that you were a ghost, and the fact that you communicated with him was an intriguing premise as most spirits don’t communicate in favour of doing whatever they did before they died

It became somewhat of a daily occurrence for you to play chess with Egon as he encouraged you to talk and you refused

Winston was the most receptive to Egons as his frustration at your mischievous antics encouraged him to scold what looked like thin air about how hard you made his day, he may have felt foolish talking to himself but he’d do anything to try and convince you to stop hiding his traps

So he talked to an empty room as he stored a trap and almost stopped before hearing a ghostly giggle

He had turned around and saw your translucent figure actively laughing at his frustration before taking off with his trap

He practically played hide and seek with you for about an hour before he saw you leave the trap in the lab and take off with a fox like grin

That became a daily occurrence for Winston, and despite his annoyance he quite enjoyed your little games

Raymond was the next person to become more receptive to your presence as he tried to seek you out

He had noted what Egon had said about catching you dancing and that gave Ray an idea as he rewashed the car you dirtied again

He turned on the radio to his usual station of self proclaimed “groove music’ and talked to the room as he tried to encourage you to come out and listen to the music

And he was caught of guard when the radio completely turned off and for a moment he thought he had angered you

That was until the radio started again with a more pop like radio, and ray figured out that you weren’t angry but you hated his music

Ray tried to defend his music taste to your invisible presence and switch back the radio to his music but he got spooked as you came out of no where and did a quick ‘boo’

When he was distracted by the near heart attack you gave him, you switched it back to your music

Ray decided it was easier to give in rather than be spooked every time he went near the radio

After that, whenever ray was working on something he’d turn on the radio and you’d switch the music and you’d both listen together

And you’d still give him small spooks whenever you could

You bonded with Venkman months after the others and over something extremely surprising, crossword puzzles

Peter loved and hated crossword puzzles

He loved the feeling of completing one and the feeling of superiority that came from it, he hated that he could never actually finish them

So one day after your usual wreaking of havoc in his office, he sat down with a coffee and a crossword and felt extremely frustrated when he couldn’t complete it

So he sarcastically asked the prompt to what he thought was the empty room and was extremely surprised when an invisible figure plucked the pencil from his hand and answered the crossword

Peter was intrigued so he allowed your little game of him reading the prompts and you answering them until you both eventually finished it together

This made Peter much more tolerable to your presence as you two would do a crossword puzzle together whenever he had time or he felt your presence in his office

You had such a good relationship building up with each of them that they considered not trapping you and just letting you haunt the place in your own little harmless ways

But that was quickly scrapped when one day you accidentally took it too far

Dana had come to the headquarters to visit Peter and bring him coffee, and when she couldn’t find him she started wandering around looking for him

She followed the sound of music into the little garage section of the building and entered the room

You had been playing around with Ray at the time before he stepped out and when Dana came in you assumed she was Ray and gave her a little spook

This little spook however caused her to fall back and scrape her legs while the coffee spilled on her arm and gave her a small burn

You hadn’t meant to hurt her but she was so scared in that moment that she screamed

The commotion brought the four men down to her and misconstrued the scene as you purposely hurting Dana

Egon helped Dana with her injuries before sending her back home and calling a meeting

In this meeting he stated that you had become a dangerous and violent spirit and Peter quickly said that they should trap you, still raging over Dana getting hurt

They all agreed and before you knew it, they had cornered you as you clasped your hands together and pleaded for a second chance

They didn’t listen as they put you in the trap but the entire process felt like hit irons on your skin

You were eventually forced into this trap that to you looked like a jail cell from the inside before storing you with the rest of the ghosts and going on with their lives

Your afterlife was extremely mundane and painful as you were stuck in the trap for three months that felt like three years, with nothing to do and nowhere to go

The four men tried to go on with their lives but something distinct was missing

Out of routine kept accidentally doing the things that they would usually do with you and expecting you to show up

Egon would sit at the chess board and night before realising you weren’t coming and just playing a solo game of chess

Winston would set traps out for you to hide like he used to, only to find them still on the desk when he fishies counting to thirty

Ray would put his groove music on while he washed the car and waited for you to switch it over to pop, but you never came

Even Venkman, who was the most insistent on trapping you, would still accidentally read out a crossword puzzle prompt and wait for you to answer before finally realising that you weren’t there

So after three months and Dana explaining that she didn’t think you hurt her on purpose, they decided to release you from your trap

It was a relief to finally be free as you felt yourself becoming adjusted you your ghostly body again

The four ghost busters assumed that things were going to go back to the way they were, thinking that you wouldn’t be angry about the three months of entrapment

But you did remember and you were royally pissed off about it

You actively ignored all the efforts of the four men trying to contact you and you ignored all of their agologies (ray and Winston were the only ones to apologise)

You decided that they deserved to feel an inch of what you felt those painful three months

If they assumed you were dangerous and violent, you would give them dangerous and violent

Should I continue this? :)

[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."

[shelbgrey]

- Winston Zeddemore aesthetic

[xxmoodslimexx]

S/o who makes meals for the team after long night? ( You are very kind for putting up with my Bs)

((Ily 💖))

Ghostbusters with an s/o who likes to cook aka me

- Peter -

• Regardless of your gender, he’s gonna tease you for being his sweet little housewife.  • The idea might have gone to his head a little though because he gets a little put out when you cook for the whole team and not just him.. Which is usually the case since you’re always there and you probably don’t want to cook in his grotty kitchen anyway. • This actually motivates him to clean up his apartment and have you over more often.  • Always very complimentary. The man lived on a shitty student diet and takeout most of his life so your recipes a more than welcome change. - Egon - 

• You cooked? For cooked him?? 

• He’s completely blown away by your kindness and is reminded (not that he’s not reminded every day) just how in love with you he is. No one’s ever taken care of him the way you do and he’s not ungrateful, especially when you cater to his likes and dislikes and make his favourites. He gets really shy about asking for those, by the way, so pay attention. • You’re the only reason the man eats a vegetable more than once a month so props to you. 

• Egon has a greenhouse area on the firehouse roof for his weird plants and for incubating stuff but maybe.. If he cleared a little (clean) area you could grow ingredients too? 

- Ray - 

•  “That’s so sweet of you, y/n! You shouldn’t have!” • Ray is most likely to want to help you out in the kitchen whenever possible. 

• Way less shy than Egon about asking for his favourite stuff, but obviously not impolite. It’s just that you’re so good at what you do and it makes him so happy, especially after a long day.

• One thing you may or may not find annoying (I would) is that sometimes he’ll share your cooking with Slimer and like ???? Slimer literally eats garbage sometimes so why????

- Winston - 

• Are you kidding?? As if he couldn’t be more in love with you.

• Most likely to help you wash up afterwards like the gentleman he is.

• Do you bake too? Because he’s not bad at that himself and he’d love to do it with you sometime.

[muschiettistrashmouth]

Rewatching Ghostbusters and thinking about writing for them... if anyone would like that, please leave an ask ♡

[gonzo-rella]

I've officially added Ghostbusters to my fandom list! I've included the original characters and the characters in Afterlife and onwards. If I've missed out a character you want me to write for, feel free to ask if I'd be okay with writing for them. Full disclosure, I'm currently focusing on some self-indulgent Ray fics. I don't know when they'll be finished, but I'm really motivated to write them so I hope they'll be out soon-ish. I've got a duology, a one-shot and a set of headcanons in the works.

[spenglerssweetheart]

My Kind of Girl.

Winston Zeddemore x Musician!reader

In a case where Winston has to reject another for a chance with his kind of girl.

use of Y/n, rejection, secondhand embarrassment, slightly (barely) mean reader.

Takes place 1990, a couple of weeks after the events of vigo

Small note, I initially wanted this to be based off of New Editions ‘You’re not my kind of girl’ But as I wrote this, I’m listening to Cleo Sol and this woman is just wonderful so. Here’s what I’ve been listening to as I write, and I hope you enjoy it as you read!!

Being someone who sang, while being the partner of a ghostbuster, wasn’t as easy. But it wasn’t exactly hard. Tonight was hopefully one of her biggest gigs in a small jazz club, and Winston was hopefully going to be there to see her perform.

As the evening rolled around, Y/n could simply walk around the dress and rehearsal rooms, mostly singing to herself, nervous as she hadn’t met Winston’s friends and coworkers. She tried her best to calm herself down, sitting in front of her mirror, one of her bandmates coming up as she took in a few deep breaths.

“We’re on in 5” They said and she nodded, standing up and going over to grab her bass guitar and microphone. She and her bandmates alternated songs every other show, and she’d be opening this time. Y/n could hear the sound of ‘New edition’ playing in the meantime before they went up.

“Alright, so we’re starting off with Y/n’s two songs, and then Eliza’s and then Me and Willow’s songs” Vena’s Bandmate, Sage said as they gathered around her. Vena nodded twirling her mic in hand as she looked at everyone around her. “We’re gonna be here a while, but I believe in all of you, you’re all amazing and I love you all” Y/n grinned, giving them all high-fives and side hugs before they began going up on the small stage.

Gladly enough, Winston was right where Y/n could spot him. She gave him a small wink, before she placing her mic into its stand, making sure it was on before she started off. “First of all, I want to thank all of you, for coming out tonight, for coming to listen to all of the small bands and artists that have come to play for you. We all really appreciate it, We are love. We are Illusion” she said with a small smile before looking back at Willow who was on drums before giving her a nod.

Y/n could hear willow start off with a soft snare before she began with her bass, a simple melody, very calming. Eliza and Sage were handling some of the softer instruments before Y/n’s voice started out into the mic.

“Old wounds, old fights. Another day, goes by” she sang out “I’m not playing by the rules, they can’t take me for no fool” She continued, her eyes glancing over to Winston and his table, a small smile gracing her face. She had told him that she’d been writing a song meant for him, but she never showed him.

Winston on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. His head was silently nodding along to the music, the look of pure love in his eyes as he watched his girl sing. He couldn’t focus on anything else, only wanting to pay attention to her, and by the look in her eyes, he knew that, this was his song.

As he continued to listen, a girl went to sit at their table, noticeably next to Winston. When he took notice of this, he noticed the song was almost over, but the way Y/n’s vocals changed captured him once more, focusing his attention to his girl once again. Up on the stage, Y/n could see everything, keeping a straight face as they began to finish up her first song, and transition into the next.

As the next song began, Y/n focused her attention elsewhere, specifically spotting a different girl, much younger than she was and focused on her. As she sang, she put much more emotion into the way she did so. The feeling of jealousy was creeping up a little bit, but she knew she’d be alright.

“Young love, I want you to value your light. I see that you’re searching for peace of mind” She sang out, nodding out softly before the others continued with her. Winston could see her demeanor change and glanced over to the girl besides him. “I’m sorry, Do I know you?” He asked the girl as she looked up at him, shaking her head. “No but you could” She replied sweetly batting her eyes at him. “How about you get to know me sweetheart, I’m Peter-“ “Sorry, I was talking to him” The girl said sarcastically, giving him the eyes once again. Y/n watched, just as she had started to move, making way for Eliza, using quick and easy transitions between songs.

After all the songs were over, there was much applause for all of them, and each of them stood up and gave beaming smiles and took a bow, before stepping off. They were the last ones to play, and they were honestly kind of glad. Once they had finished putting their things away backstage, Y/n was quick to slightly push past everyone, desperately wanting to see Winston. As she walked up, she could see that the girl was definitely the one chatting her head off to him.

Winston was definitely keeping the conversation short, wanting to see Y/n with an urgency. He hadn’t realized that his girl was standing not too far from them, listening to every word the girl who was so desperately trying to hook arms with Winston. “So what’s your type? Y’know- your kind of girl?” The girl had asked, and Winston was quick to respond. “Not you. Sorry but you’re not my kind of girl” He said, scooting away slightly. “She is though” Winston said, a small grin painting his face as he spotted Y/n. She walked over, her face neutral as she did so.

Y/n acted as if she didn’t see the girl and walked over to Winston, smiling softly as he stood up and handed her flowers, anything but roses as she was allergic. Winston was quick to place a chaste kiss to her lips before his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close. He gave her one last look over before Y/n began to introduce herself. “Hello, I’m Y/n, and I’m assuming that you guys are Winston’s co-workers?” She asked softly, unsure if she was doing alright. She held her hand out for them to shake, shaking Peter’s who gave the back of her hand a gentle kiss as if he had a chance, and Ray who gave her a firm shake. Egon was gentle, giving her a gentle nod as well, before she began to pull her hand back.

“I’m Peter, this is Ray, and that’s Egon with the glasses” Peter began, not noticing how Y/n began to wipe the back of her hand on her skirt. “It’s nice to meet you all. And who’s this?” She asked, acting clueless. She had put the girl on the spot, and she could tell at how she immediately turned red. The guys, including Winston all looked away, acting as if they didn’t know who she was. “Right. Exactly what I thought. Get up” Y/n said softly, but her voice stern. The girl had began to stand, giving Y/n a once over before Y/n began to lean in to whisper to her.

Once Y/n pulled away, she gave the now pale girl a fake smile and watched as she quickly walked away, glancing back at her before making her way completely out of the club. Y/n sat, content with herself and looked down at the flowers. “What did you tell her?” Peter asked, a chuckle leaving his lips as he sat back to sip from his beer. Y/n gave him a slight look. “Nothing but that I may or may not do something that would’ve gotten me in trouble back when the witch trials were a thing” she said, sort of tilting her head. “You’re a witch?” Ray asked, sort of in disbelief. His small quirk made Y/n smile softly, setting her drink down.

“I mean, yeah, mostly. Though it’s not what everyone makes it out to be y’know?” She said softly. “And no that doesn’t mean I can do spells right here” she said softly, giving him a small smile. It was clear that she had been joking, but was quick to throw in a small ' I'm joking' In case that anyone misunderstood. The girl was quick to look around, allowing the others to begin to talk amongst themselves. Winston Knew that Y/n wasn't a very social person so he allowed her to quickly introduce herself before mostly doing whatever it is she could do.

Egon could see that she was a somewhat reserved person like he was, not always taking the opportunity to talk about their interests or anything personal. Y/n could feel his gaze on her, and she glanced up at him, seeing the way that he was watching her every move like a hawk. She was quick to give him a small nod before getting up to grab another drink, whispering that into Winstons ear.

Sooner or later, everyone decided to depart from each other, small good nights shared amongst bodies. Y/n And Winston were the last ones to leave the bar, hand in hand as they walked through the streets. "So, who was that girl?" Y/n asked softly, looking up at her boyfriend, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Not my kind of girl that's for sure" He chuckled before gently pulling her in for a deep kiss, thankful that the sidewalk was empty.

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So my loves. I said I'd be gone, I was and Now I'm partly back. There's still a lot going on, I just completed a couple of things for school, but I'm not finished completely. You guys will be getting surprise fics like this one, because I find that if I tell you guys, I dont get it complete. (October for example) So moving in silence is my best option. I love you guy's so very much, I hope you enjoyed, and have a great time where ever you are. Love you bunches, xox

[theselfshippingwitch]

Twinkie Kisses (Winston Zeddemore x Reader)

Rating: General Audiences

Word count: 499

Includes: tooth rotting fluff involving actual tooth rotting sweets, talk of smoking, reader and Winston are dating

Summary: You get to the firehouse after Winston's shift is over to find a surprising sight.

Notes: based off a prompt from an anon "Winston x reader where the reader saves his ass after he steals one of egon's snacks"

why dont we, as a fandom, let winston be romantic more? i love a sweet, slightly-nervous-around-you winston

“Rough day?”

You came to the firehouse after you got out of your job to find your boyfriend sitting at the desk next to the containment unit, munching on a twinkie, a rare sight to see on Winston Zeddemore.

“I ran out of cigs about halfway through my shift. Needed something to take the edge off.”

You tilted your head and smiled mischievously. “Honestly, I prefer this to cigarettes,”  You walked up to him slowly and sat on his lap. “Hate the smell of those things. Now, I don’t have to worry about it. I can get closer.” You kissed him and tasted the lemony-sweet flavor on his lips. His heart raced in his chest.

He chuckled nervously. “You know, I’ve been thinking of quitting…”

Your smile widened as one of his strong arms encircled your waist. “Though, you don’t want to replace one bad habit with another. You gotta keep in shape for all those ghosts you chase around.”

Your hand moved from his shoulder to his chest, and he looked up at you, entranced, with those deep brown eyes. He moved to kiss you again. “You have a point. Not all of us can be Egon, eating whatever junk we want and still staying rail-thin.” 

He lifted his arm to take another bite of the Twinkie, only for you to stop his hand and lean forward, taking your own bite out of the snack. When you looked back up at Winston, he was staring at you, wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape. “What? I had a hard day at work, too. If you get to indulge, then so do I.”

He snapped out of it and shook his head. “You are something else again.”

You let out a small giggle as you rested your body against his again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You want to know something?”

“What’s that?”

“I strongly prefer to get the taste from you.”

You kissed him again, loving the feel of his soft lips and the way his mustache tickled you when you moved your lips against his, and again, that sweet taste on his lips from the Twinkie. You rested your forehead on his, and he tightened his grip on your waist, his thumb rubbing up and down your hip gently. You stayed like that for a while, enjoying the  feel of just having each other close after a long day of being apart, until something occurred to you. “You got that Twinkie from Egon’s secret stash, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “I did.”

“He won’t be happy when he finds out.”

“He probably won’t be.”

“Hmmm…” You kissed him again, pretending to think to yourself. “How ever can I save you from the wrath of Dr. Spengler?”

“Hmmm…” Winston played along while you kissed him again.

“I could always take you home with me. He’ll never find us there.”

He exhaled deeply through his nose as he smiled, and you felt his heart pounding faster again. “Sounds like a foolproof plan to me.”

[judgementdaysunshine]

Winston Zeddemore Masterlist

In progress

[just-your-emo-sensei]

Sorry for the long wait guys. And sorry that I died for what seems like for ever but this month I'm graduating so here soon the updates will start back up again.

[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]

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

SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

THEY'VE UNLEASHED A BEAST IN ME GOD

[toriisasimp]

Chapter 1 of ?: Just Ask

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Prompt: Yet another Ghostbusters press event is nearing, and once the secret is spilled of a certain scientist who wants to take you as a date, you decide to investigate for yourself.

Warnings: None!

A/N: First chapter of a mini series I’m working on. Not sure if it’s actually going to be a mini series or a full fic, but we’ll see! Egon and reader have already kind of been flirting with each other. You’ve also been working at the firehouse for a few months now. Enjoy! <3

-

It was nearing dinner time, and Janine had clocked out early for a date with Louis. You bid her goodnight with a warm smile and wave, and settled yourself behind the receptionist desk, propping up your feet and opening up one of the books you sneaked from Egon’s collection in the lab.

Finally, some peace and quiet..

You hear your name shouted by Peter, who comes stomping down the staircase with Ray hot on his tail.

“Go cool your boyfriend! He won’t listen to us!”

“..He’s not my boyfriend, Venkman.” You specify blankly, only briefly peeking over the top of your book to eye him coming around the corner and walking up to the desk.

“It sure seems like he thinks so.” Ray pipes up, folding his arms.

“What did you guys do to upset him now?” You flip the page, ignoring Ray’s comment.

“We didn’t do anything. He’s just throwing one of those dramatic fits of his where he shuts completely down and doesn’t speak to anyone, other than snapping at Ray for eating all the Cheez-Its.”

“Valid reason to be upset.” You shrug it off. You and Egon are both extremely territorial over your snacks. So much so that you end up labeling them with a permanent marker so the other boys know what they can and can’t touch.

“Not the point. The point is, you need to go up there and work your..” Venkman wiggles his fingers. “Womanly magic to get him to break. It’s getting annoying.”

“What? Not having him correct your incorrect scientific so-called ‘knowledge’,” you throw up some air quotes, “That you just spew out on a whim is annoying?”

“YES.” Ray and Peter both speak at the same time.

You huff and slide the bookmark back into your book before shutting it, pulling your legs off the desk and setting the book down before you rise up.

“It could be that he’s upset because of the gala.” Ray murmurs, more in Peter’s direction.

You pause halfway to the steps, turning your head back around.

“What gala?”

The two of them look at you like they’re a deer in the headlights.

“Whoops.” Ray grits his teeth.

“The gala at the Museum of Natural History? The one you guys got invited to? What about it?”

“You see, he was going to-” Peter starts talking, before Ray sends a fist to his gut from the side.

“Peter!”

“What?” He throws his hands up. “She’s gonna find out soon enough!”

Ray rolls his eyes and grumbles, looking away as Peter rubs the spot on his stomach before continuing.

“He was going to,” His voice lowered a few notches. “He was going to ask you to be his date. But I’m convinced he’s having some emotional conflict and mood swings because he doesn’t think you want to go with him.”

You stand there, in slight shock. “He told you this?” You perk a brow.

“He tells us a lot, kid.” Ray speaks up again, folding his arms once more and leaning against the desk with a slight tilt of his head.

“Of course, ‘bro-code’ or whatever. I get it. I’ll ask him about it-”

“NO!” They both stand swiftly.

“Why?” You stop again, at the bottom of the steps.

“That man will literally, and I mean literally, have our heads if he finds out we told you about that.” Peter pleads.

You go back and forth glaring at both of them, rolling your eyes before sighing.

“Fine, fine. I won’t ask about it.” You slowly start making your way up the steps to the next floor. “But please, give us some privacy. Do not eavesdrop.”

“That’s the spirit, go rub one out for your man!” Peter whoops, and you shake your head.

“You’re disgusting, Venkman.”

-

At the top of the steps, the soft music from a boombox on the kitchen table grows louder, and you spot Egon, with his back facing you. He’s at the corner workbench, hunched over a microscope.

You slowly approach, tugging your shirt sleeves over your hands and folding your arms. You admire him for a moment, how he’s so focused, his hands subtly turning the knobs of the machine to scope in on the slide he’s examining.

“Spengler,” You speak up, and Egon doesn’t even jump, he just murmurs your name in acknowledgement as he stays put in his hunched position.

“Are you doing alright?” You walk up to the bench, leaning against the corner, tilting your head slightly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be alright?” He speaks again, finally rising up and turning to scribble down some notes in a nearby open notebook.

“Just checking in..” You murmured defensively, approaching even further to stand next to him. “What are you working on?”

“Logging ectoplasm samples,” He turns back from the notebook, catching your gaze for a short moment before hunching back down over the microscope. “Could you help me put them into the system?”

Egon knows how much you genuinely enjoy assisting him in the lab, and you’ve told him to always ask if he wants help.. Or just wants some company.

“Can I see it first?” You motion to the microscope.

“Sure.” He nods, stepping back and giving you space to see the slide for yourself.

You step up to the microscope, squinting one eye so you can see into the scope. The plasm is moving on the slide, the cells wiggling ever so slightly. You stand alone for a moment, before you feel Egon’s hand come to gently rest on your waist.

“What can you see?” He asks, a bit softer.

“Well, it looks like it’s doing a little dance!” You giggle, still intrigued by the slime.

“It’s Psychomagnotheric, which means it responds to human emotional states around it. Positive and negative.”

“You must be pissed or something, cause it’s moving a lot-”

“Aaaand that’s enough of that.” You feel both of his hands on your waist now, pulling you back from the microscope.

“Maan, I was just kidding!” You pout, throwing your hands up and laughing.

“Grab the computer, please.” He shoos you away, and you put a hand up, shaking your head before you spin around and snatch the chunky laptop off the workbench across from you, turning and sliding into one of the swivel chairs at the table before opening the laptop. Egon slides over his open notebook, full of listings and observations of the slime you had looked at.

You immediately get to work putting in the notes into the logging system. You feel an itch in your head to bring up the gala.

“I heard that gala at the museum is in a few days. Are you going?” You ask. Start vague.

Egon freezes at the microscope, rising up to look at you.

“Are you?” He asks in return, not answering your question.

“That depends, are you?” You shoot back, perking a brow and pausing your typing.

You swear you see a slight tint of pink on Egon’s cheeks, as he shifts and leans against the workbench.

“I’ll go if you go.” He states as casually as possible, even though his discomfort is visible.

“I was gonna go if you went.” You shrug, trying to making it as relaxed as possible.

“We could go together.” He adds, his eyes not leaving yours.

You glance down at the computer for a brief moment before looking back up at him, taking your turn for the heat to creep up to your cheeks. You silently nod.

“Are you going to wear a tux?” You ask before your brain can stop you.

Egon tilts his head, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

“Why? Does it matter to you?”

“No, no! I’m just.. curious. If it’s black tie, then I’m just.. just curious!”

“Curious.. right. Well, I don’t go to many social events, but perhaps I’ll make an exception and see what I can find.” He keeps his eyes on you, folding his arms across his chest- the smirk still stamped to his face.

An exception?

You nod. “Sounds good. We’ll go together.” You state again, setting it in stone- sending him a smirk of your own before looking back down at the computer, returning back to your work.

Egon eyes you for a few more seconds, noticing how the light of the desk lamp hit your face.. Jesus.

He quickly turned back to the microscope before he could get caught gawking over you, returning to the task at hand as well.

Both of you continued your work, and you were first to call it a night- around 2 AM. Egon’s hand brushed over yours as you handed him back his notebook, and he bid you goodnight- watching you walk away and disappear into the sleeping quarters.

Little did you know, he was sharing your same thoughts that night- imagining what the other was going to look like at the gala. But another thought teased your mind as you fell asleep.

If the slime reacted to positive and negative emotions from humans..

What else would it react to?

-

<3

[xxmoodslimexx]

Oh I have an idea! Trying to scare the boys since it’s Halloween. It could be a small prank or something genuinely terrifying :)

S/O Spooking the Ghostbusters

- Peter -

• How bad you scare him just depends on what day you catch him. Sometimes all you're gonna get is a bewildered look, other times you’ll make him scream like a little girl. Mostly it’s just the former.

• If you do manage to scare him though he’ll really exaggerate his reactions, even once he’s realised it’s just you. He’ll yell really loud, clasp his hand over his heart and throw himself to the floor like you gave him a damn heart attack.

• Be warned that this is a very dangerous game to play. Once he realises that you’re trying to scare him he’ll want to try too.. And the guy has way too much time on his hands.

• 

- Egon -

• Definitely the easiest to spook. The man gets so wrapped up in his work and can concentrate so hard that sneaking up on him is laughably easy. 

• Wanna really scare him? Bring the boogeyman into the equation. Somehow get him believe that it’s back or even make some sort of model or something. Guaranteed spooks all round.  

• He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed. 

• He won’t really attempt to get you back beyond maybe giving a little jumpscare or deliberately trying to creep you out on a bust or something though. It’s pretty easy to tell when he’s doing it though, he uncharacteristically can’t stop himself from smiling.  

- Ray - 

• You’re gonna have the toughest time. Ray’s one of the bravest Ghostbusters, if not THE bravest, and he loves all things Halloween and horror. You’re gonna have to be real inventive.

• He’ll jump but recovers so fast and then he’ll just grin and admire and congratulate you on you’re little prank, especially if there are special effects or costumes involved. You got him good! You’re so creative, y/n!

• The best time to get him is out on a job since he takes every bust super seriously and will be on high alert and a little on edge the whole time.

- Winston -

• He's also quite easy to spook. He'll tell out a bad word and has a bad habit of instinctively getting defensive, so watch out.

• Again - Not mad, just disappointed.

• He'll get you back ten fold and remind you /exactly/ why he's doing it. That's what you get!!

[americas1suiteheart]

Heres something I've been thinking about working on for a while now and I'm finally getting to it. Heres the pilot of it, let me know if you guys want me to make it into a full series (which I might do anyways🧍‍♂️)

Here's the link on Ao3 for the series if you prefer to read on there :)

Weird Science | Pilot Chapter

[Egon Spengler x Fem Reader]

[Summary; honestly I don't know what I'm gonna do with this, I'll leave the summary to finish later.💀

[Notes; This is a fem reader and it is mentioned quite a bit, this is to make things a little easier to write but I may consider making it a gender neutral reader if enough people want it and ask. [This is also kind of a long one for a pilot chapter.]

[Warnings; Some swearing and mentions of smoking. [Also very very minor mentions of drinking.]

Part 1/? | Next Chapter>

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"Hey, can you hand me that soldering iron please?" I say, holding my hand out.

"Oh course Dr. L/n," Theodore says, handing me the iron carefully.

Theodore Thalmann was a freshman student majoring in Computer Engineering at Columbia University, the very University I've worked at for 7 years now.

Theodore came for an internship to work with me, wanting to learn a little more visually than just reading a book, writing down notes, and listening to some old guy talk, and frankly you couldn't really blame him for not wanting to deal with that.

Theodore was a sharp kid, not lazy like most of these kids now, and willing to learn rather than just be here for some extra credit, that's what you liked about him so much.

"Do you need anything else Dr. L/n?" Theodore asks, writing a bit more into his notebook.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

"Yes actually, can you go get that for me?" You reply, taking the protective glasses off of your face.

You get up out of your chair, taking off your black rubber gloves and placing them in their respective area. You liked things organised in your lab, it was much easier to find exactly what you needed, and it was also that you never liked a mess where there was work.

"Is Dr. L/n in here? I need to have a word with her." A voice you were far too familiar with comes from the door where Theodore was standing.

Oh god this can't be good.

"Yes she is, come on in Mr. Yeager," Theodore says, letting the man inside the lab.

"Ms. L/n, pleasure to see you again as always," The man says snarkily.

You turn around and walk towards him.

"Hello Mr. Yeager, come to complain about the music volume again? I promise I hadn't played anything today, whatever you might've heard must've been someone else,"

"No, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something more serious, do you think you can get this student to be somewhere else so its a more private conversation?" The Dean says, smiling sarcastically.

Dean Yeager wasn't exactly fond of you, hense the use of your last name rather than Dr. L/n, regardless of how hard I had worked for that title, but to be quite fair, you weren't very fond of him either, so it was more of a mutual hate. There were probably a lot of reasons why he wasn't very big on you but one of the most obvious had to be the fact that you played your music too loud whilst you worked.

"Of course sir. Um, Mr. Thalmann, would you mind stepping outside for a few moments? Me and Dean Yeager need to speak to eachother in private," You say, turning towards Theodore.

Theodore gives a nod and takes off his pair of gloves, placing them haphazardly on a nearby worktable then stepping outside of the lab, shutting the door.

"So, Ms. L/n, I wanted to inform you that you will no longer be working here at the university, I'm giving you a one month notice so that way you may pack all that you have and get out of here by then, is that understood?" Dean Yeager says, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Excuse me?" You say, after a few moments of silence.

"I said you are out of here in a month, fired, let go of, from the university, Ms. L/n," He repeats, venom laced in his voice.

"But wh-what am I supposed to do about Mr. Thalmann? I can't just tell him-" You stutter, still letting the fact you're being fired sink in.

"We will move him with Professor Dietz, someone that actually has a degree to teach, Ms. L/n". He says, cutting you off.

"But I've worked here for more than five years now, you can't just let me go. I graduated from this very University Mr. Yeager, for what reason do I deserve to be let go?" You say, anger becoming more prominent in your voice as you continue to speak.

"We are letting you go because of the constant loud music, because of the constant loss of electricity on the campus due to your failed experiments, because of your lack of actual necessity and funding of being here, Ms. L/n. We cannot continue to fund and pay you just for you to cause disruptions and only be useful to students if they are working under you as an intern. Even when you do have them, they only complain about how you do absolutely nothing in ways of teaching them, you are the issue Ms. L/n,"

The students don't think I teach them? But they've never complained.

The thought of the past interns you've had having bad thoughts about you and your ways of teaching them hurt more then being fired. Sure, you got good pay from the university and your projects were funded, but the students wanting to come in and learn more about what you just so happen to love was the reason why you were still working there in the first place. And sure you would sometimes blast music whilst showing and teaching them but they never complained.

"The students never complain though, I do my absolute best to teach them Mr. Yeager, I don't underst-"

"That is the last of this conversation, Ms. L/n! You will be out of here in one month, and you will get no more students doing internships with you from right now to the day that you are completely gone from this place! Goodbye, Doctor." Dean Yeager says, walking out of the lab, shutting the door.

After a few moments Theodore comes back into the lab, slowly and gently closing the door.

"Ah Mr. Thalmann, um there's going to be a change in plans for you with this internship unfortunately, I hope you don't mind but you'll be moved to go and work with Professor Dietz starting tomorrow, I do apologise," You say, straightening your back.

Theodore stays quiet for a minute, the air thick with awkwardness.

"What Dean Yeager said about all the other students disliking you and your teaching, I don't agree with him. I like your teaching and don't think its right of Dean Yeager to just fire you like that, Dr. L/n." Theodore says awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood of the room.

"Thank you, Mr. Thalmann, but unfortunately that still doesn't change my situation about my work here. I truly do appreciate all of your help and willingness to learn more, especially from me for these past couple of weeks. You're a great student and I'll be honest, I envy Professor Dietz for getting to teach you," You say, a slight smile on your face.

"Thank you, Dr. L/n, do you need any help cleaning up?" Theodore asks, taking the rubber gloves from the table and placing them next to yours.

"No there's no need for that at all, you're free to go early today, thank you for the help Mr. Thalmann."

"Alright, thank you again for teaching me Doctor, I hope everything else goes well for you," Theodore puts the lab coat you let him borrow folded up onto a clear table, then leaves the lab.

You sit down in your rolly chair, clearly worn out as it was bought almost 8 years ago in the late 70s. Even with its rips and threads sticking out from it, as well as the black soot stains and worn cushions, it was still comfortable and somewhat soothing. It reminded you of when you first started working here, about a year after you graduated from the university. And now that you think about it it makes you a little upset that for the past 12 years now this university is all you knew.

Sure you had your own apartment and went out for groceries sometimes, but you never had friends that you still kept in touch with, so you never really went to bars or parties. And at this point having an apartment proved useless as most of the time you would fall asleep in your lab, you would eat in the university's cafeteria, and after that you would just get back to work and drown every other sound out with music from the radio or your cassette tapes.

You get up and grab your coat, leaving the lab to go outside.

You pat your pockets and pull out the cigarette tin, hoping you hadn't run out of any, and to your relief you had just two more left. Grabbing one out of the tin and placing it lightly hanging from your mouth, then lighting it and inhaling the smoke.

You make a mental note that you'll have to go to the drugstore and buy some more.

"What the hell am I gonna do now?" You mutter to yourself, taking another drag of your cigarette.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

You turn your head to see an old friend you hadn't been in touch with since you've graduated at this university.

"Ray?"

"It is you! Oh am I glad to see you. Its been, gosh, how many years now? How have you been? What are you doing here?" Ray says excitedly, asking a million questions all at once.

"Its so great to see you too, Ray. I've been okay these past years, and I work here actually." You say, giving a light chuckle.

Well, more so like you worked here.

"You work here?"

"Yeah, I've been working here since after we graduated actually, what are you doing in terms of a job?"

"I work here too actually, I'm surprised I never seen you around here. You remember Venkman and Spengler though?" He says, taking a half used cigarette out of his pocket.

"Yeah, how can I not remember Venkman, the guy constantly harassed and flirted with me until I graduated, kinda annoying. But I dont recall ever speaking to or interacting with Spengler though."

"Well I've actually been working with them two for a couple of years now, we're working on some equipment and studies to see if ghosts and entities are actually real, parapsychology you know. It would kinda make sense for you to not remember Spengler though, he was a quiet isolated sorta guy. Mind lending me your light?" Ray rambles on, gesturing for your lighter.

You hand him the lighter, taking another drag from your cigarette yourself as he lights his.

"Oh that's neat, I honestly can't believe that I hadn't known you were here though, I would've loved to talk to you and hang out more after graduation," You say, grabbing your lighter back from Ray.

"We should go out for drinks sometime! It'd be a great way to catch up with eachother, I could bring the other guys too! Maybe all of us could ask you questions about our equipment. Given that I don't really know how to do it and all but you're the one that got a Doctoral in Computer Engineering and'll know a bit more than me, but mostly just to hang out with eachother again, like old times!" Ray says excitedly, a smile on his face.

"I'd love to go for drinks with you guys, not sure I'll be of any much use now though because I've just gotten fired by Yeager and have to move all my stuff out by a month from now, so studying and doing experiments are not something I'll get to work on for a while now," You chuckle, putting your cigarette out on the palm of your hand.

"Oh thats such a shame y/n I'm sorry that happened. It seems like Yeager has got a grudge on you too huh?" Ray says sympathetically, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah but honestly I totally deserved it. Do you remember those series of blackouts throughout the campus that would happen twice a week? Those were all me and it took him 5 years to get sick of it and finally fire my ass,"

You laugh, now feeling a bit better about the loss, mostly because you get to speak with Ray again.

"I heard from some of the other professors that the cause was coming from the engineering and computer science halls, it reminded me of you in a way and it seems I was right about it!" Ray laughs, letting out a dry cough afterwards.

God, Ray has always had such bad smoking problems. I can't say all that much though because that'd be too hypocritical but that cough is starting to get worse.

You two continue talking a while longer, forgetting how long you've been out there until hearing all the ruckus from the students getting released from their classes.

"I should get going now, Peter and Egon are probably wondering where I went by now. Oh! How can I get in touch with you by the way?" Ray says, turning back around toward you.

"I'm usually over here in my lab but it seems it won't be like that much longer, but here's the number for my home telephone, call me if you need or want to plan anything and if I don't answer leave me a message for my answer box," You say, pulling out a notecard and pen from your pocket, scribbling the number down and handing it to Ray.

"Thanks Y/n, I'll remember to call you later on! Sorry about the whole getting fired thing by the way but I hope we see more of eachother. I'll talk to you later!" Ray says, taking the paper and waving goodbye as he runs off to a different area of the university.

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Once you were back into the lab, you looked around to see what you should start packing. You didn't have much space at your apartment so you would either probably have to rent out a storage unit or call your parents to see if they could store some of it in their attic at home.

First I need to get boxes, and then a bunch of bubble wrap and foam so none of my equipment or computers break. I'll have to go and buy some from the post office.

You go and grab your keys and head back outside of your lab, locking the door before you leave. Walking to your car, you take your keys and unlock the door of it.

As you sit down and turn the key it stalls, taking a few more tries before it finally starts. I really gotta get a new car or at least get it checked out.

You start to drive to the nearest post office, and due to the horrible New York traffic it took you about 20 minutes to get to it even if it was only half a mile away. But thats what you got yourself into deciding to move to one of the most populated states in the US.

You park, grab your wallet, lock your car, and proceed into the post office.

You see the large amount of people in there, checking their post boxes, mailing out letters, and waiting to get their packages accepted to be sent out.

You walk to the area they have the boxes set up, grabbing a few medium sized ones and proceeding to the shortest line so you can purchase them. Once finally at the front, you place the flattened out boxes onto the table.

"Hello, just these and also, do you guys have the big rolls of bubble wrap?" You say to the man at the desk, who already looked far too tired.

The man nodded and pulled out a large roll of bubble wrap, placing it on top of the boxes.

"Is that all ma'am?"

You nod, taking your wallet out of your coat pocket so that way you have your money ready.

The man punches numbers into his machine, looking at each thing on the desk as he does so.

"That'll be $21.47, ma'am."

You take 22 dollars out of your wallet, handing them to the man as he takes it gingerly, placing the bills into the register and grabbing a few coins for your change and handing them and the receipt to you.

You thank the man and take the boxes and bubble wrap with you, struggling slightly at how awkward it was to hold the 10 flat boxes and bubble wrap in your arms.

You open the trunk of your car, putting the boxes and bubble wrap in, just barely fitting to where you can close the trunk door.

God this is gonna suck.

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I literally wrote all of this in about 7 maybe 9 hours total because I just thought up something and was like, "oh yeah, this'll be great," and thats at least what I'm hoping now. I want this to kinda be slow burn and I know that's what I always say when I do series, and I never finish them, but I am really hoping ill be able to do more with this then my other failed attempts at series [if I take longer than a month to get another chapter of this out I want you all to yell at me and tell me to finish it]

[Word count; 2,769

[spenglerssweetheart]

Lovin’ Mama

Pairing: Winston Zeddemore x Fem! Reader.

Description: Being married to a ghostbuster is one thing, Though, having another person ruin your surprise is a whole ‘nother. Maybe it’s not so bad after all.

Warnings: Slight language, pregnant reader, Peter being a major ass, slight ooc characters. (If I miss anything let me know)

“Janine!?” Y/n yelled out from upstairs, asking for the redhead who stood rather quickly to go help her friend. “I’m sorry Janine, but are the guys back yet?” She asked as Janine had began to help her down the stairs. “No Y/n, they haven’t gotten back yet, did you need anything?” “Well Egon is out of sweets and that’s the only things these two want” She said pointing at her large belly. Before realizing what she had said, she covered her mouth as Janine had stared with wide eyes. “Oh Y/n Your having twins! That’s amazing!” Janine exclaimed as Louis came walking into the main area where the two were.

“Who’s having Twins?” He asked as he looked through other papers he had in his hands. Janine quickly realized her mistake before she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. “Did I say someone was having twins?” Janine asked with a huff as Y/n laughed to herself quietly. “Oh hi Y/n, I didn’t see you there” Louis greeted with a wave before turning back to Janine. I just wanted to know if we were good for lunch again is all?” He asked the red head who nodded with a gentle smile on her face.

Before Y/n could continue to tease Janine, the main doors were being pulled open by Egon and Ray, Winston having been driving. As he pulled the car in and parked, he took out a cigarette and lit it before stepping out of the ecto-1. “Looks like they’re here” Janine mumbled as she went back behind the small desk she was always at.

As the guys came out, Y/n stood and watched, her hand on her lower back to support herself as she held onto the railing of the staircase. As Peter walked passed he grinned at Y/n, only to begin to say something. “Keep walking Venkman.” Y/n hummed, waiting for Winston to finish up what he was doing.

As Winston Quickly helped way with the traps, as he passed Y/n he pecked her cheek before going down to clean them, coming back up rather quickly. Coming up behind Y/n, his hands trailed around her belly as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Leaning into it, she smiled before pulling away to face him. “We need to talk, but you need to shower.” She grinned as he looked down at her, before she pulled away to go back up the stairs where she could rest once more. Winston was quick to help her back up the stairs, seeing how she was already having trouble walking. And by that, she was waddling.

Once they both made it up the stairs, Winston was quick to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Go shower, your gonna get slime all over me” Y/n urged as she turned away from him. With a roll of his eyes, Winston uttered a small Fine before he headed to the showers.

As Y/n watched him walk off, she went to the kitchen where she knew she would find Egon either making a cup of coffee or smacking something sweet. Entering, she found him there, waiting for his coffee before greeting Y/n with a small hello. “Egon, you’re out of sweets…But do you think you could hold on at least until tomorrow?” Y/n had said as she leant against the table, before deciding to move to the couch to sit, Egon helping her move each time.

“I should, I don’t see why not?” He responded, his eyebrow raising in curiosity as he wondered what Y/n had up her sleeve. “How are you and the baby?” Egon asked, Y/n only looking back at him with a happy smile before replying. “We’re great, though I hate how I am now waddling” She laughed softly, as she looked down at her stomach before sighing.

With a snort, Peter came up in clean clothes and damp hair. Y/n laid down on the couch so that Peter wouldn’t bother her and Egon simply turned back to his coffee. “Venkman whatever bullshit you have today, can it wait for a day that I am not with child” “you mean children” he corrected quickly, having heard the news from Janine. Sitting up as quick as she could, which wasn’t really quick, she looked at him with wide eyes.

“How do you know that?” She asked as he leant against the wall, a smug smirk on his face. “Janine spilled, she’s not so great under pressure” He boasted as Y/n closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, Egon taking that as his cue to leave. Muttering something under her breath, Y/n put her head in her hands as Peter watched smugly. “I’m sorry what was that sweetheart”

“Peter Elizabeth Venkman, you are very lucky I will not murder you in your sleep with your own proton pack” Y/n shouted, a glare on her face as she watched him stand, crossing his arms in fake hurt. “You want to hurt me? I’m wounded Y/n, so very wounded.” Shortly after he quieted down, Winston and Ray came up, seeing that Y/n was standing once more, slipping her shoes on as she kept her glare on Peter. “What did you do?” Winston asked as Y/n put her face in her hands in frustration, knowing Peter was going to tell.

In all honesty, she had wanted it to be a surprise, she wanted to bake all kinds of things for them, but now that was about to be ruined. “Oh I just found out from Janine that a certain someone is having twins” Peter repeated, Ray becoming happier at the news while Winston stared at Y/n in shock. The room became silent, Making Y/n more nervous, so nervous, small sobs were heard coming from her.

The three became surprised at her reaction to this, leading to Ray pulling Peter out of the room by his arm, who was very shocked at how she was being. Winston watched the two leave with a nod before pulling Y/n back to the couch, pulling her close as he rubbed her arms. Winston wasn’t upset or anything, he was just confused as to why she didn’t tell any sooner.

“Y/n sweetheart, I’m not upset, Just- Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Winston asked as he rubbed her arm comfortingly. “I just- I found out today, and I wanted to surprise- you guys tomorrow” She explained through broken sobs. “That’s literally- why I wanted to talk to you” She added, leaning into him some more. He nodded against her head as he kissed her head gently.

After a bit, Y/n had calmed down, sort of just staring into space as she sat against her husband who was running his fingers over hers, specifically her ring finger. “You Know I didn’t think I would be ready to have kids after the whole ordeal with Vigo” Winston started, Looking down at Y/n who had now turned to face him. “Yeah? You seemed really eager when you found out I was pregnant” Y/n said softly, Winston only grinning at his wife. “I never thought I would have gotten married to such an outstanding woman, who is also going to have my boys” “ah ah, Girls”

“They’ll look just like you” Winston grinned as he pecked her forehead. “And they’ll have a lovin’ mama there to take care of em’” Winston added, now pecking her lips, making her grin. Y/n leant up to peck his lips once more before she stood once more, Winston helping her. “Where are you going now?” “To go strangle Peter and his loud mouth” “May I join you Mrs. Zeddemore?” “You may” She smiled softly as Winston quickly got up to join her, holding her hand and belly in the process.

I did it!! I got something else out!!. I hope you lovelies enjoyed this as much as I did, I originally wanted this to be a cute and cuddly thing but switched it the moment I realized I could add some drama. I honestly would’ve hated if someone went and ruined my surprise like that, but we all have different ways of dealing. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful morning/afternoon or evening whenever you see this. I love you! <3