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Hold on, I love you (Egon spengler)

Paring: Egon spengler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Egon and y/n have never had the guts to admit their feelings in fear of ruining the friendship that's dear to them, but why dose it take an accident during a call for him to tell y/n he loves her.

A/n: jeez, I write one original flash-fic in my creative writing class and I re-enter my Angst era. This is lossly based off one of my assignments in creative writing. And this is way longer than I anticipated, I just sorta blacked out and had this, the beginning sucks but it gets better, I promise.

Prompts:

1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

2.1) “i love you in every universe”

MasterList

Egon was a man of little words most of the time, it never bothered him or his friends. That was until y/n showed up, she was the younger cousin of Peter Venkman. Unlike her older cousin she was very soft spoken, happy, and the kindest person any of the Ghostbusters ever met. She also knew a butt load of supernatural stuff so there was no question about it when she joined the team.

When she joined she was immediately welcomed with open arms and it was as if she was there from the very beginning, she soon found a best friend in Ray and Winston.

What the team would have never anticipated was the life that she awoke in Egon, the two bonded over science and snacks and soon the two were glued to the hip. Peter had a hay day with that. Egon just seemed more happier and less robotic when she was around. Then it seemed everyone knew they liked each other except the two of them.

They would sneak loving glances at one another and Peter or Winston would always catch them. Then it just became something the team had to ride through, the bet they all set wasn't even fun anymore.

Fast forward to today, it's a normal day at the firehouse. Of course the day starts off with the gentle smiles and glances between y/n and Egon or as Peter puts it 'their mind numbing mating ritual.

Anyway, what the team called normal was not even getting through breakfast before they were called in a case. The call wasn't totally unusual but after y/n did her usual 'Sam Winchester' research hour they anticipated the poltergeist isn't like anything they dealt with before, sure poltergeists weren't unusual but this one might be more powerful and be classified as a vengeful spirit.

The call was from a real estate company. They were trying to sell an old mansion just outside of New York but when they went to clean and remodel they ran into the poltergeist. They were apparently threatened with a lawsuit if they didn't get rid of the ghost.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

“this poltergeist is a lot more powerful than what we dealt with before so be careful everyone…” Egon said climbing out of Ecto-1, Peter clapped his hands together and rubbed them together like a villain would in a poorly made cartoon. “ooh, I like them feisty”

I rolled my eyes as I let a chuckle slip past my lips “and please for the love of God don't tease the ghost” I said unloading my protonpack.

Peter slapped his hand over his heart, acting offended. “Miss. L/n, how dare you accuse me of such accusations… I Do not do that”

“oh yeah, remember what happened last call?” Winston said.

“yeah, like when you said you were gonna pretend to be a priest” I said with my fist on my hip.

“and quoted the exorcist a dozen times” Ray added.

“not my fault Casper didn't want to talk about JC”

Peter walked in front of us and stared down the dark hallway “don't piss the ghost off too much pete” I mumbled as I scanned the area with my EMF meter.

Peter gave me a cheeky grin and turned to the back of the dark room. “Oh, boy!” he hollered. “I'm sooo lost, I hope there isn't some ancient supernatural poltergeist that could possibly gobble my sexy body here”

“really?” Winston asked with a crooked eyebrow.

“it amazes me you have a wife” I added with a chuckle as Egon strung some kinda trip wire, It would act similar to a salt circle.

The dark Hallway rumbled and hissed. Peter smirked again. “Come on Honey, don't be shy!” The pitch black hallway rumbled and shook as the poltergeist charged forward, it stood ten feet tall and had a black hooded-roab that covered its unnatural form. It also had four red eyes and sharp claws. When is snarled you cold see dozens of sharp teeth covered in saliva and blood.

The poltergeist tried to charge at Peter with its claws but it was whipped back due to the proton-line Egon set up. Peter snorted and covered his laugh with his hand as the poltergeist floated around angry.

“Change of plans honey, you ain't snakin' on me” Peter joked then looked over his shoulder at us. “I'm just too handsome to be eaten”

Before he could turn back around the poltergeist coughed up a chunk of slime, Peter quickly dodged it, preventing days of scrubbing slime out of his hair. “ha, not today sucker!”

Peter started laughing, the rest of us just rolled our eyes and turned on the protonpack. “stay behind us,” Egon said to me. I rolled my eyes, I knew he was just trying to protect me(along with the rest of the boys) but it got annoying sometimes.

“Peter, just release the line,” Winston said, pointing his gun towards the poltergeist.

Peter nodded as his laughter died down. “Okay, okay, look alive soldiers!”

Peter and Winston quickly got their proton streams knotted around the poltergeist with a perfect ame. The poltergeist shrieked and yelled as it lunged at Ray, baring its bloody teeth. Ray quickly dodges the hit, as he falls on his back he turns the gun to full power.

Peter started singing 'why can't we be friends' under his breath while he leaned back, trying to control the poltergeist's movement. “Almost got it” Winston added with a grunt as he and Egon shielded the way that led to my direction, I quickly turned mine. Now all five streams were tangled on the poltergeist.

“N/n, get the trap!” Winston shouted, I turned my gun off and went after it. I got it and sat on the ground before sliding it on the ground to the boys.

Just seconds later the poltergeist breaks free from the stream and rushes towards Ray and Peter, they both immediately ducked, making the poltergeist miss them. Ray jumped back to his feet and pulled out one of the hand held proton guns and shot the poltergeist as it charged towards my direction.

The poltergeist shrieks and flies around like the Tasmanian devil. It pushes through the pain and lunges out of the stream before charging at me, claws bared. I pulled out the same gun Ray used, before I could pull the trigger the poltergeist’s huge claws slash down missing me just by a hair after I quickly dodged it. The poltergeist swang again and this time it left four brutal gashes from my right breast down to my stomach, these scratches were deep and painful, it made me gag. I felt the blood leak out at a thicker pace, the nauseating pain shouts through my entire anatomy. The sight of four diagonal gashes on my jumpsuit nearly knocks me over in a fit of panic.

“y/n!” I heard Egon shout, I coughed due to the taste of blood and felt my knees buckle. Before I could hit the broken tile floor Egon caught me.

“OVER HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Peter shouted, the poltergeist wiped around with a hiss and charged towards Peter and Winston, claws out.

—(3rd pov)---

“Egon” she coughed, she desperately tried to swallow and clear the irony taste of blood on her tongue. Egon felt her gentle hands weakly cling to him as he sank to the ground, he fell to his knees and held her in his lap. Egon felt his throat constrict, every organ in his stomach twist and turned, he was unable to breathe as he stared at her battered body.

“she's loosing too much blood, control the bleeding” his mind races. There's so much blood and she's dying, no he couldn't think like that.

The poltergeist turns its attention to Peter in the distance, as Egon puts pressure on her cuts. His panic only ensues as the blood wouldn't let up, his freezes as she locks eyes with him.

“Egon…” she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, it limply slid down smearing a red hand print on his cheek.

“Shh… Just stay with me, please” he said, stumbling over his words as he ripped the fabric of your pants leg to keep the blood from flowing out of the wounds.

The blood kept flowing and this time he didn't know what to do, he was now absolutely immobilized with fear.

“Ray!” Egon shouts. “Ray, help me!” Ray whips around, his eyes widened as he sees his best friend bleeding out in Egon's arms. Ray sprints over to them and drops to his knees. “Oh God, y-you're gonna be okay N/n, okay” He said placing his hand on her cheek then quickly grabbing the first-aid kit that was strapped to his proton pack, they added it years ago after Peter almost got castrated by class IV spirit.

Ray quickly tears open a package of gause with his teeth and places it over her chest. “Okay, I'm gonna lift her up and you need to wrap her. '' Ray looked up and saw Egon trembling and not moving, Ray pushed his shoulder while he fought his own tears. “Egon! She needs you right now”

Egon quickly shook his head and fumbled with the med-tape, Ray gently lifted her torso up while her arms limply held on to his neck. Egon tries desperately to concentrate enough as he wraps med-tape around her torso tightly.

Ray looked up, shaking his head desperately. “W-we need to call 911, this isn't gonna help her”

“Hey, Darling, I need you to stay with us. Stay with me,” His voice quivers with fear as he tightens the wrap on her chest, after he was done Ray gently layed her back in Egon's lap. “You’re gonna be alright. Just keep breathing.”

The three are drenched in her blood, Egon looks down and gulps when he sees that his hands are nothing but pure red from her blood. Everything Is drenched in her blood, Ray's jumpsuit, Egon's entire body, everything was just red.

In the distance, Peter and Winston are fighting the poltergeist. Winston stepped back and whipped the stream back to try and weaken the ghost, for a split second Winston wondered where the rest of his team was. He made the mistake and looked back.

“Y/N!” he shouted in anguish. Just out of instinct and pure love for the girl he dropped the stream and ran to her.

“oh my god” he placed his hand over his mouth when he saw all the blood. His stomach couldn't take it and he turned away and vomited out everything he had in his stomach.

“Winston, get on the radio and call for an ambulance” Ray said in a shaky voice, Winston wiped his mouth and ran out to Ecto-1. You could hear his voice from the distance and as he barked orders with a shaky voice. He came running back into the building seconds later.

“we got about 30 minutes give or take” Winston said as his nausea came bubbling back at the sight over drenched in red and unresponsive.

“GOD DAMMIT! WHERE ARE IDIOTS DOING!” Peter shouted over the proton stream and the screams of the poltergeist, he was totally unaware of the bloodbath the woman he considered a sister was setting in.

The screams of the poltergeist only got louder but Peter had no problem shouting over them in anger. “WINSTON! QUIT JERKING OFF AND GET OVER HERE!”

Winston did snap out of it and the nausea was replaced by pure rage. “this just got personal you bastard” he was at Peter's side in seconds turning his proton pack back on.

Peter tosses the trap under the area the poltergeist was floating and jerking around.

Their streams knotted around the thrashing ghost, struggling to contain it as Peter avoids looking in there direction, deep down he knew something was wrong but he was too pissed because he was ditched.

“Egon! Guys! Snap out of it, bud! I really need your help here!” Peter and Winston were both drenched in sweat and slime as they started to lose their balance.

“YOU GO STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Winston yelled as his boots started sliding across the concrete.

“Damit! Hang on Winny” Peter said, pulling his arms back but the poltergeist jumped back, pulling harder.

“Goddamnit! Spengler! Ray! get off your asses and help!” Peter shouted, he was still oblivious to what was going on in the distance.

Egon's watery eyes darted up and stared at Peter and Winston. Egon stayed completely still, eyes wide and fearful as his big brain refused to process what Peter was saying.

As Winston ramps up his stream to full power light cast over everything, Peter looked over his shoulder about to yell at Egon and Ray but his words got caught in his throat when the light of the proton stream shined on Egon and Y/n.

“You gotta be shitting me” Peter grunts and slams his foot on the trigger pedal, then yanks the weakened ghost towards the glowing trap. The poltergeist shrieks in pain as it's sucked in and the ghost disappears.

The trap shuts and Winston drops his gun immediately, he runs back to Egon, Ray, and y/n. “Oh God, honey” he whispered as he took her limp hand.

Winston tried to take her into his arms but Egon just shot him a treating look and held her tighter. Peter was still trying to catch his breath, he was dubbed over with his hands on his knees. He breathed in and out until his lungs were ready for him to function correctly, he set up straight and looked towards his team.

He felt nothing but fear and anger when he saw her. His jaw clenched. “DAMIT” He shouts and kicks the trap across the asphalt. It clatters along the ground and crashes into the brick wall, he's lucky it didn't shatter everywhere.

Tears pricked his eyes as he got down on one knee next to Egon, like Winston he reached for the girl. Egon flinched back and held her closer still trying to stop the bleeding. Damn… She's lost so much.

“You touch her, I'll kill you” he said with tears streaming down his face. “this is all my fault” he sobbed into her hair.

For a moment Peter stood there shocked, he's never seen the doctor cry. Hell he's never seen Egon show any type of emotion until y/n showed up into their lives.

Egon only cried harder when the sounds of sirens was heard and ambulance lights flashed through the broken windows.

“We got you Honey” Winston whispered as he, and the other three boys gently lifted her up and met the paramedics outside.

The paramedics drove off seconds later driving like a bat out of hell trying to get to the hospital. When the sirens died down Peter felt his anger bubble over like an over filled boiling pot, hot and aggressive. He turns to

He then turns to Egon and seizes Egon by the lapels of his jumpsuit. Despite the Height difference, Peter was able to harshly slam the taller man into the side of the mansion. Egon winced in pain when his back hit the brick wall. Sure it hurt, but it wasn't as painful as it was to see y/n covered in blood. “What the fuck is your problem?! Huh?! Do you want her to die! Is that what you want!” Peter shouted as he jerked Egon forward and slammed him into the wall again, his glass fell lose hanging down on tip of his nose.

“Peter” Ray croaked out, he was ignored while Peter let out all his anger.

“You love her huh?! Could have fooled me. You just let that damn thing destroy her insides!” he threw a punch this time, Egon fell to the ground as Winston and Ray pulled them away from each other. Egon sinks to the ground. His throat constricts, he's unable to breathe as tonight events flashed in his mind on repeat.

“It's no one's fault!” Ray shouted as he placed his hand on Peter's chest and pushed him backwards. “Tonight was an accident! A terrible, terrible accident!”

“Do you think she would have wanted us to tear each other apart over her?” Winston asked, kneeling down to help Egon up. “I could have happened to any of us”

Peter clenched his fist. “but it's not supposed to happen to her! Our job is not only to get rid of the ghost but to keep her safe too!”

Tears spill down Peter’s face as his rage melts into pure sorrow and he falls to his knees next to Ray. Peter screws his eyes shut as he busts into uncontrollable sobs, Ray put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

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

After the team got done grieving and losing their shit, they loaded Ecto-1 up. Egon was silently sitting on the curb, back to his usual unemotional self. It killed Ray to see him so blank again, but then again he could see every ounce of pain that Egon was feeling.

Ray came up to egon and smiled softly. “I got a call from one of the nurses, y/n is still in surgery but they have high hopes she'll pull through… she had a blood transfusion too”

Egon didn't say anything, only slightly nodded and picked at the fabric of his jumpsuit. Ray sighed and rubbed his shoulder. “let's get cleaned up and we'll go see her”

Egon didn't move, Ray sighed and tugged him up. “come on buddy”

As Ray lifed egon up a pair of head lights appeared, it was Dana. Ray smiled at her softly as she got out of the car quietly, Oscar was fast asleep on his car seat.

“oh no” she whispered. Ray didn't say anything and told her to take Peter back to their apartment.

Dana silently and gently got Peter in the back seat of her car, he immediately gave Oscar and gentle hug and kiss his forehead. Dana shut the door and pulled Ray and Egon into a tight hug, not caring they were covered in blood and filth.

“get home safe and keep me updated with Y/n” she whispered and kissed Egon on the cheek. She got in the car and took her boys home. Winston sighed and walked over to be with his friends. “everything is loaded up”

Ray sighed and rubbed his forehead, it's been and long night and he never wants to live anything similar to this in the future at any given moment. He gripped Egon's shoulder and the three piled into Ecto-1 without another word, Winston drove since he was the only one who felt 'okay' to drive at the moment.

~at the Firehouse~

When the boys got home they silently put their equipment away and separated, Winston grabed his car keys and started his journey to the hospital while Egon and Ray went upstairs to clean up.

As Egon walked through the pitch black bedroom he couldn't help but brush his fingers over the bed she slept in, it was the nicest in the room, draped in soft blankets and fluffy pillows. It was always made nice and had a panda bear plushie Ray gave her long ago.

Egon let out a tired sigh and continued his journey to the shower room, since their home was an old fire house there was dozen shower heads in the room and they all had privacy cubicles and harsh forlecent lights.

Egon looked down at studyed his curnt state, covered in the blood of the woman he loves, he continues to question himself why he didn't just tell her when he had the chance. Egon agressevelly tries to break free of confines of the jumpsuit, it felt too constricting now. He ripped it off, breaking the zipper in the process.

Egon slames the ruby stained clothing to the bottom of the trash can, jumpsuit and all, and turns on the shower to it's hottest Temperature. After taking off his bent up glasses, he steps in and watches the first layer her blood run off of his body and fall down the drain. He opens his eyes and staired at his hands, the blood was still there. His chest heaves in panic as he scrubbed his hands raw. They were a hint of pink from the blood and so was his chest, he couldn't get the blood off. Dispite the scolding water a shiver went down his spine as he slumped against the cubicle wall.

“the blood…” he croaked out to Ray after he got out of the shower, he stood in front of Ray holding his shaky hands out infront of him. Ray looked up and saw his pink hands and since egon only put a pair of pajama pants on he saw his chest was stained with blood as well. “it won't come off Ray”

Ray didn't know what to say, he stood up and gave him a hug. “you should get some rest” he whispered, Egon flinched out of his arms and looked at Ray like he had three heads. “We're supposed go to the hospital”

Ray took a deep breath. “Egon your exhausted, scared… I promise we'll go in the morning, Winston is in the hospital waiting room as we speak”

Egon didn't protest so Ray went to take his turn in the shower. “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” Egon said softly.

Ray turned around and shrugged, he gave him a serious look and said, “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

Egon nodded soulfully, “I just wish I had the brain capacity to tell her I loved her”

“It's not about brain capacity, but if you ask me y/n loves you for who you are” Ray said as he left to take his shower Egon's eyes trailed back to y/n's bed. The warmth of it and hint of her perfume beckoned him over. He silently crawled under her soft blankets and holds her stuffed bear to his chest. He buried his face into it and let the tears fall freely when her sent fully engolfed him.

He felt so exhausted but couldn't bring himself to go to sleep. Instead, he stares blankly at her night stand. It was small and neatly cluttered, it had small desk lamp she painted flowers on it and copy of The Outsiders and To kill a mockingbird. Next to the novels was a small picture frame that held a photo with all five of them. In the photo they were all standing infront of Ecto-1, y/n was setting on the hood while Ray and Egon set on either side of her. She hand her arms around the both of them while Peter stood next to Ray holding up devil horns and Winston stood next to Egon with his big goofy smile. Those boys ment everything to her.

Even with all the joyful things on her desk he could be looking at, his eyes just stared at the red telaphone was was in the open nightstand drawer, he waited for a call.. A call from anyone to tell him she was okay. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when his eyes closed they didn't opened back up. When Ray got out of the shower(blood stained like Egon) Egon was fast asleep.

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

It was barely 6 o'clock in the morning when Egon woke Ray up so they could go to the hospital. Sun was barely up when Ecto-1 drove down the partly empty street, the city wasn't even awake yet. The car was completely silent, the only sounds was Ray's loud yawns as he silently drove down the street.

Egon just wanted to see you, the hospital probably wasn't even opened yet but that didn't matter. By the time the hospital comes into view, the sky was a mixture of purples and orange as the sun slowly peaked from behind the tall buildings of new York.

The two men were completely ignored when the walked into the hospital, the nurse who was at the front desk let them pass by as she fought to stay awake during her shift. The two men went into the waiting room and saw Winston and Peter fast asleep, they were both in the uncomfortable chairs snoring away. Winston had his arms crossed over his chest and his legs were propped up on the tiny coffee table, Peter had his head tilted back and was using his coat as a blanket.

“I'm gonna find y/n's room” Egon said bluntly and left Ray with the snoring men, Ray sighed and just slumped on the couch that felt like it was made of bricks and plastic, it didn't matter how uncomfortable it was because he was out like a light again.

Egon walked down the quiet hallway, it was deserted and there was no night shifters in sight to kick him out. He didn't relize how nervous he was until his hands touched the door knob of her room, his fingers flinched away as he feared the worst. He didn't want to see her all battered up with wires sticking out of her, he only hope she was just resting peaceful on the other side of the door.

He gently knocked and peaked behind the door, he sighed when he saw her peaceful sleeping with a dopey Black dog plushie. Winston got it for her no doubt. Not wanting to wake her, he silently pulled a chair next to her bed the pulled her cold hand to his lips, he kissed it softly then gently held it.

Y/n shifted softly, the sudden movement make Egon fully alert.

“hi…” she smiled softly, he sighed in relief and rested his forehead on her leg. She tilted her head and gently brushed her cold fingers through his curls, the contact made his wall suddenly crumble. Tears of both gult and relief soaked her blanket. “I'm sorry… S-so sorry”

“Eggie… It's okay… Egon Everything is okay now” she cood. It was the first time ever she's seen him cry and she held no judgment. The only judgment was the one he was pushing on himself. “this is all my fault… I'm sorry”

“it's not your fault Egon…We're both safe now” y/n rested her hand on his cheek and he immediately nuzzled his face closer basking In her touch. His hand rested on top of hers and kissed her palm. “I love you”

The statement took her by surprise, but she wasn't disappointed. Egon didn't know how long she's been waiting to hear that and if she wasn't hurting and looking like a Freddy Kruger victim, she's be jumping into his arms or dancing around.

She smiled and pulled him closer, he got the message and leaned over to her making sure he didn't put any of his wight on her aching body. Their lips brushed up against each and this time there was no interruptions. The kiss was so gentle and held so much passion, he kissed her like it was the last time he'd every be able to do it. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers.

She smiled softly. “I love you in every universe”

#Egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #Egon spengler imagines #harold ramis #Ghostbusters imagines #Ghostbusters x reader #80s

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Ghostbusters: Soul Resurgence

Chapter 2! I hope you guys are liking this story! If you haven't read it already, chapter 1 can be found here. As always, a big thank you to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading this!

Summary: When the spirit of Sumerian sorceress Ahassunu, daughter of Vigo, possesses Alexis, the Ghostbusters must band together to determine the fate of the world

TW: Some language

Ray let out a deep sigh, blinking the tears from his eyes as the group around him continued to talk. 

“Maybe her phone died! I don't know!” Gary's frantic voice arose from the crowd. 

“Just stop with the dumb ideas, alright.” Peter said, holding up a hand to silence Gary. 

“He's just trying to be helpful.” Callie stated calmly, trying to diffuse the tension in the room. 

“Yeah, well, he's not.” Peter retorted. 

Letting out a groan, Winston decided to put an end to this. “Alright, that's enough!” He shouted. “We can't be at each other's throat right now when Alex is out there somewhere.” Seeing Ray's reaction to his words, he added, “And we will find her and bring her home.”

As he finished, there was a knock at the firehouse door. 

Pushing past everyone, Ray headed for the door, Peter not far behind. Opening the door, the group was met with the solemn face of the chief of police.

“Evening, Dr. Stantz. Dr. Venkman.” He nodded.

Nodding back and putting on a brave face, Ray responded, “Evening, officer. Any word on Alex?”

“You see, Dr. Stantz, that’s what I wanted to speak with you about.”

His words spread over the group like the first frozen wind of winter. The only noise in the Firehouse was the pained cry that left Janine, which was quickly silenced by Winston pulling her to him. 

Ray took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. Over his shoulder, he saw Peter’s face quickly turn expressionless. 

“If I wasn’t talking to a former Ghostbuster, I wouldn’t be too sure how to explain.”

“Well,” Peter encouraged, a strained fake smile on his face, “do your best.”

Letting out a breath, the officer began, “Well, there have been some reports regarding Alex. But they aren’t what we usually receive regarding a missing person.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Winston asked, becoming angry at the officer’s stalling. 

“If I may?” The officer asked, holding up a thumb drive and motioning to the computer that sat on Janine’s desk. 

Janine nodded, wiping her tear-stained cheeks as she went to the computer and logged in.

Pulling up the files, the officer stood back as he clicked on the first.

Crowding around the computer, the team watched in confusion and horror as they saw a being obliterate buildings with a single blast from their hand, gasping when a face came into view.

“Tha, b, b, that’s-” Janine stuttered.

“Alex.” Ray finished, his tone exuding nothing but seriousness.

The group turned to him in shock.

“But how?” Gary asked. “It’s physically impossible for a human being to do something like that with their bare hands.”

“Possession, Mr. Grooberson. Plain and simple.” Ray stated matter of factly. “Just before she disappeared, Alex was contacted by Janine, who informed her of a ghost that needed to be taken care of. It’s safe to assume that the ghost she was going to capture is the one who possessed her.”

“And who would that be?” Peter asked sardonically.

Ray looked down. “I don’t know, Peter.”

Giving him a look, Peter walked away from the group.

“Thank you, officer.” Winston said, shaking the man’s hand. “If it’s at all possible, could you leave these recordings with us?”

The officer nodded.

As he left, Peter ran a hand over his face.

“Possession! That’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth!” He screamed, walking towards a sullen Ray. “Oh, we’re the Ghostbusters so the only plausible explanation for anything is possession.” His tone became mocking.

“Peter.” Dana pleaded as Ray avoided eye contact.

“No! We need an explanation that’s more plausible than possession!”

“And what would that be?” Winston asked, angered, causing Peter to end his assault on Ray. “Psychokinetic slime under the city?! Or how ‘bout a god with her dog henchman who has the power to summon anything we think of to destroy the city?!” He sighed. “Face it, Peter, nothing like this has a plausible explanation.”

Peter made a face, letting out a snort of derision.

“Winston’s right, Peter. And you know it.” Dana placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“This just needs to be something we can fix.” He huffed. “We have no experience in possession.”

“I have an idea.” Phoebe chimed in.

The group turned to face the younger Spengler.

“The machine at the Paranormal Research Center. The one you guys use to separate the ghosts from the objects they're possessing.”

Winston's eyes went wide.

“It was able to separate my spirit from me. It's worth a shot.”

“Absolutely not!” Winston shouted. “Phoebe, that machine nearly killed you.”

“Zedd.”

Winston turned to where Ray had shrunk away to.

“It's the only idea we have.”

“And how do you suppose we do that, Ray? Whatever's got Alex in its grasp just blew up a New York High Rise with a wave of its hand. I doubt it'll volunteer to step into a machine that'll separate it from her.”

“We'll use our proton packs.” Ray said, becoming hopeful.

“We've only used those on apparitions, never on people who've been possessed.” Winston retorted.

“It's worth a shot.” Peter sighed, feeling a bit hopeful himself.

The team looked at one another, waiting for another possible suggestion. When none came, they split off to put on their jumpsuits and grab their gear.

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I Missed You

A one-shot in which Egon struggles to express his feelings after Reader returns from a month-long absence.

Based on this request sent in by @saltedtoast about 49 years ago.

General info:

Egon x fem!Reader, fluff, confessions, no content warnings

~3.1k words

The lab had never known loneliness until it felt your absence. 

Egon peers into his microscope, adjusting the focus on a newly prepared slide of Xylaria polymorpha he recently cultivated. This was a particularly hard specimen for him to raise in captivity, and he feels a sense of pride that it was doing quite well under his care. He tries to focus completely on his work, but a sense of emptiness tugs on the back of his mind, threatening to once again disrupt his work flow. It’s an internal struggle he’s been wrestling with for a month now. He'd grown accustomed to the solitude of the lab for the first few years before your hire, and he was quite content with just his own company. In all honesty, he initially found the idea of sharing his lab with someone full-time quite disdainful. He was distant, almost cold for the first few weeks as you settled in, but he quickly became used to your company, even looking forward to seeing you in the mornings. 

He sorely misses you. He's clung to every ghost of your presence during your month's absence, finding your lingering influence in its tasks, its equipment and daily rituals. You’re due to return tomorrow, and he can’t deny the nervous excitement that built up over the past few days. 

Rapid footsteps descend down the stairs, breaking into his thoughts. He groans a bit and scowls, not looking up from his microscope. Every night, Peter barrels into the lab to pester him for the purpose of extorting a candy bar from the sweets’ drawer in exchange for staying away from your things. Tonight more than ever he’s not in the mood for Peter’s antics a second time. The footsteps hit the basement floor and he rises to his feet, still adjusting the focus on his microscope. “Venkman—"

“Egon!”

The sudden sound of your voice nearly makes him jump out of his coat. He turns around just in time for you to fling your arms around him, nearly knocking him off-balance. Your familiar scent floods his nostrils and his mind blanks. For a split-second, he’s absolutely intoxicated. 

“I missed you.” Your grip is so tight that he almost struggles to draw breath, and he finds himself quite flustered. By the time he summons the courage to reciprocate, you pull away. 

You drop your bag at your desk, which Egon had vigilantly kept free of Peter's grabby raccoon hands. "It's good to be back in our lab."

Our lab. He preens. “It’s good to have you back.” He clears his throat, hoping the heat on his face isn’t too visible. “You’re a day early.” 

“Yeah, the travel schedule changed a bit.” You rummage through your bag and offer him a chocolate bar—an old favorite of his not found in New York since his undergrad. 

“Oh. Thank you.” He’s pleasantly surprised at the gesture; in his entirety of knowing you, he’s only mentioned it once. He reaches out and grabs the treat, but is met with a sudden resistance when you don’t release it from your grip. 

“What happened?” you ask quietly. He follows your gaze to the burn seared across the back of his hand from last week’s neutrino malfunction, scarred and scabbed, but mostly healed over. 

“It’s nothing,” he says reflexively. 

You raise an eyebrow. Anyone unfamiliar with you would read your expression as credulous, but he knows you come from a place of concern. Still, he’s grateful that you release him and don’t prod further into it. “How’d you manage to keep Peter out of my stuff?” you ask, granting him the mercy of a changed subject. 

“Bribery, threats, extortion, canned cat food laced with children’s Benadryl.” 

You laugh, a familiar sound that fills his chest with a bubbly warmth, something sorely lacking in the lab for the past month. Oh, he missed you terribly. 

And yet, something’s off. 

He ponders for a second. There’s the slightest drop of tone in your voice, an almost undetectable droop of your eyebrows; your limbs are drawn in, your arms wrapped tightly across your middle.

You look sad.

“You look sad,” he blurts, and he immediately regrets it. It was the truth, yes, but he could have worded it much, much more eloquently. Still, Peter was always telling him to speak his mind, to stop overthinking the simple things.

He has trouble reading your face in reaction to his comment, and for a moment he fears he stumbled into offensiveness.

You shrug. “Just a little homesick, I guess. It’s been an intense adjustment, this past year,” you say. He sees the sadness settle back into your gaze, the uncertainty. “I’ve been away from home for so long that things felt a bit weird and off when I went back, but I also feel like I don’t quite belong where I’m at. I missed home for so long, but when I was back there I missed being here. No matter where I’m at, I feel like I left something behind.”

He awkwardly reaches forward and places his hand on your shoulder. “I’m not going to tell you that those feelings will get better or easier, because there’s no guaranteeing the truth in that.” He swallows. “What I can guarantee, however, is that you may openly confide in me anything and I will do my best to offer full support.” He pauses for just a split second to keep the quake in his chest from reaching his voice. “I wish for this to be explicitly known.” 

You smile warmly, melting the icy pit forming in his stomach. “Thank you. Likewise.”

His nerve depletes and he withdraws his hand, failing to notice the disappointment on your face. His mind scrambles a bit for a plausible escape route and quickly settles on, “I believe a hot beverage is in-order.” Before you can reply he stuffs his hands deeply into the pockets of his lab coat and quickly makes his way to the kitchen stairs. He feels your befuddled gaze burning into the back of his neck and he doesn’t dare to turn his head until he knows he’s well out of sight.

The privacy of the kitchen allows his mind to unclog itself of its anxieties, to idly keep his hands busy and get a bit of respite. He sighs as he makes his way to the cupboard, pulling out various ingredients. He wants to pretend that he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, but there’s no plausible deniability that he can convince himself of.

Tonight. He’s going to tell you tonight. For the past month he’s been trying to force himself to build up a sort of courage to be ready upon your return, but it crumbled away in an instant with just the sound of your voice. He’s completely disarmed and wants to give it up for another day like he’d done countless times before, spending weeks and weeks building up his nerve only for it to once again disappear when he tried calling upon it.

He absentmindedly shakes his head a bit, as if to shoo away the thoughts. For now, he just chooses to focus on his kitchen activities. 

He’s memorized your nighttime beverage preferences down pat: how hot you like it, how sweet, what consistency, how the time of month and weather off-puts typical preference. He knows several small inclinations of yours, things that he’d never openly admit for fear of coming off as disconcerting. Peter tells him that he never speaks up enough, but will say in the same breath that Egon easily falls into saying far, far too much. He sighs. Human courting rituals, and all that. No matter how many times he consults with Janine or one of the boys, he’s always left horribly befuddled. 

As if on cue, Winston walks into the kitchen with a mug of tea and a newspaper. “Heyo, doctor,” he says pleasantly. 

Winston’s sagacity commands an air of respect without compromising the lax energy that his presence brings about. Already Egon feels some of the tension unwind in his stomach as Winston settles himself at the table. Now more than ever he feels the need for a confidant and Winston, the youngest of the four men, has a level of emotional intelligence that far exceeds that of most anyone Egon knows. He’s also the person in the firehouse who’s known you for years longer than anyone else, even being the original advocate for your hire. 

“YN’s back a day early. Did she go down and say ‘hi’ to you yet?” 

Egon nods. “She’s in the lab.” 

Winston raises an eyebrow. “First thing she said when I asked her about her trip was that she missed you,” he says wryly, swirling the tea in his mug. "So, why are you up here?"

Egon sighs again. If he really wants to seek advice, there’s no point in giving Winston anything other than the truth. “I can’t seem to shake myself from mental paralysis. I’m unsure that my timing is optimal, that I’m not risking her comfort, that we would still function as coworkers in the event that the approach is negatively received. I’m not even sure what parts of our correspondence have dissolved in her absence and which ones were preserved.” 

“I getcha.” Winston takes a drink of tea, giving himself a moment to formulate his thoughts. "Sounds to me like you're stuck between wanting things to go back to the safe old dynamic, but also wanting to change it to something more romantically inclined. Being apart for so many weeks created a sort of split limbo in your relationship, and now it’s up to you to reestablish what sort of dynamic you want to pursue. Choosing to pursue one has a very real chance of dooming the possibility of later pursuing the other. This is a risk of any courtship. You’re never gonna be sure about any of it.”

“I’m just…uncertain about how to go about it. Every time I formulate a dialogue in my head, it dissolves the second I call upon it.”

“Mm.” Winston sets down his tea. “I know you love your disquisitions, doc, but you’re just making it hard on yourself. Two simple rules are all you need: Be honest. Keep it simple. Easy.”

Egon scoffs, pouring two mugs of steaming cocoa. Easy, he says.

Peter trots up the stairs. “Spengler?” His voice carries an edge of irritation. “What the hell are you doing up here?”

“He’s just grabbing a little treat for himself and YN,” Winston says as he scribbles in the newspaper’s crosswords. 

“Oh, good. I thought he was up here hiding because he choked trying to get himself to talk to her again,” Peter says flatly. 

Egon ignores his comment and averts his gaze as he gathers up his mugs and begins to depart. 

“Hey, wait.” Peter firmly plants his hand on Egon’s shoulder, halting him. “Believe me, Egon. You know we wouldn’t jerk you around with something like this. She’s really got something for you. She has for a while now. God only knows why. Now," He rips the newspaper from Winston's hands and smacks Egon over the head with it. "Get going!”

"Ah!" Egon instinctively moves to flinch, but stops with the weight of the mugs in his hands. "Venkman! I'm holding hot drinks!"

Peter smacks him again and again, knocking his glasses askew. "Go! Git! Git!" he shouts, corralling Egon towards the staircase. "It’s now or never, Spengler!” Peter calls out as Egon descends the stairs. “Now or never!” 

He’s thankful that two sets of stairs separate the basement from the kitchen, making it nearly impossible for you to hear Peter’s shouts. You’re peering into his microscope when he returns to the lab. “Xylaria polymorpha,” you say as he approaches you. “Said to spawn in spots where the Welsh gwyllgi takes rest beneath forest trees.” You rise to your feet and take the mug he offers you. “Thanks, Spengs.” You take a sip and savor the rich flavor as it spreads across your tongue, warming your entire being. "Nobody makes it the way you do.”

He takes a sip of his own drink. It’s alright. Stock flavor composition from a standardized corporate formula meant to chemically stimulate basal taste receptors. He only modified it very slightly with a few pinches of additional ingredients. “It’s nothing special,” he says. 

“It is when you make it.”

Heat rises to his face. 

“Hey, I know it’s late,” you say, “but do you want to go up to the balcony? Get some air? I want to see the city lights again.”

The winter air is bitingly cold as he steps onto the roof behind you and he tightly clings to his mug, grateful for its warmth radiating through his hands. He fleetingly considers going to fetch you one of his spare coats, but you seem quite unbothered by the cold. You lean on the banister, scanning the horizon with an almost hungry fascination, your eyes flitting between countless small flashes of movement from the city below. “I almost forgot how lively it always is, no matter what time it is.” 

Egon stands next to you. “The city that never sleeps.”

“The city that never sleeps,” you repeat vacantly, “and the scientist who follows suit…” You turn to him, tiredness weighing heavily in your own eyes. “Since we are open to confiding,” you say slowly, trying not to tread on any sensitivities. “I worry about you. You never get enough sleep and I feel like there might be something bothering you.” 

He’s fascinated by how easily you can oscillate between idle observations and deep-seated feelings, how you and so many others manage the balance between aloofness and oversharing, when he himself often veers too far towards one or the other. He decides to fall back to one of Peter’s pre-approved conversation topics. “How is your return to New York so far?”

“Yeah, it really is.” You laugh, and he doesn’t know if it’s from derision, genuine amusement at your own comment, or an incomprehensible mixture of both. 

The cryptozoologist acting cryptically. There’s something so obviously fitting about that, and yet it’s a thought that’s never crossed his mind. A smirk creeps along his face, the half smile you so commonly reciprocate. It’s just another one of your many small charms that he finds himself so spellbound over.

You take a final swig of your drink and set down the empty mug. “How have you been this past month?”

Be honest. Keep it simple. “I missed you.” 

Your mouth splits into a bashful grin and you turn your head away from him for a very brief moment, as if to hide your face. You move closer to him and press yourself against him. He nearly jumps when he feels your touch, your warmth in the frigid night air. His heart flutters in his chest and in a sudden burst of confidence he puts his arm around you to pull you closer. 

Your shoulder stiffens beneath his arm. 

For a split second his soul runs icy and his heart drops into the pit of his stomach, fearing that he’d breached your comfort, but he’s pulled out of his dread when you lean into him.

You close your eyes and rest your head on his chest. “I missed you, too. I mean, yes, I missed everyone, Janine and Dana and the boys, but I really, really missed you from the pit of my gut.” You sigh contentedly. "It's good to have you back." 

Blood pounds in his ears. Now or never. He swallows. Now or never. “I’m in love with you,” he blurts. 

You pull away and lock eyes with him. Your face is completely unreadable to him and panic bursts in his chest. “I apologize if I’ve offended you,” he stammers rapidly. “It was never my intention to put you in an uncomfortable position and if I’ve in any way compromised your sense of safety or well-b—” 

“Egon.” 

You reach up and put your hands on either side of his face, silencing him. “Relax.” Every thought in his head grinds to a halt as you gently guide his head forward and press your lips to his. Instinct takes over and he tilts his head slightly, bringing his hand up to delicately cup the side of your face. 

After a few seconds you pull back a bit, your lips just grazing his, your breath hot on his face, sending chills down his spine. A sweetness lingers behind, the taste of your drink he made for you. “I love you, too.” Your voice is low and breezy, calming to his wildly beating heart. You stand on the tips of your toes and gently tilt his head downwards to plant a light kiss on his forehead. "It took going away for an entire month and missing you so badly for me to realize it."

For a moment he remains quiet, blinking rapidly. Then the entirety of his face lights up in a bright grin and he chuckles deeply in the back of his throat. He pulls you in for another kiss, savoring the softness of your lips against his, your warmth in the frigid night air, your presence that he’d missed so sorely for an entire month. The kiss breaks and he pulls you into a tight embrace, cradling you to his chest and resting his cheek on top of your head. You let out a contented sigh and lean further into him. The vibrations of his deep voice resonate in your chest as he hums a nonsense tune under his breath and absentmindedly sways with you in his arms. He doesn’t know how long the two of you just stand there, but he’s more than happy to stay here with you for the entire night if you let him. 

You stretch your jaw into a wide yawn. He feels the fatigue settle into you as your grip around him gradually relaxes. “Tired?” he asks.

“No,” you say thickly, struggling to suppress another yawn bubbling in your throat.

He snickers and tilts your chin up. Exhaustion is written plainly on your face, but there’s a defiant gleam burning in your eye. You don’t want to leave just yet, you want to stay up here as long as you can. He feels the same, but he knows your stamina is depleted. He presses a kiss to the bridge of your nose. “Let’s get you inside. You need rest.”

You frown. “Just a little longer?”

He finds it almost uncanny how quickly your gaze melts away his resolve, staring up at him with your big, soft eyes. He pulls you back into his arms and you settle in nicely. “Just a little longer.” 

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[viviannesmonster]

CHAPTER ONE OF "GHOST-BUSTING"

You had just quit your job because, well, your old boss sucked. And you saw an ad on your TV for something called Ghostbusters.

And they were hiring.

So you decided to give it a shot.

So you drove the place and now here you are. Resume in hand, standing in front of the ghostbusters building.

"Hey." Someone said behind you.

You turned and saw a tall black man walking towards you.

"You here for the job too?"

You nodded. "Yeah I am."

You both lookes up towards the sign with a ghost behind a stop sign

"Let's hope we both get accepted huh?" He said.

"Yeah." You smiled.

He turned to you and held his hand out. "I'm Winston Zeddemore. Who are you?"

You smiled and shook his hand. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

You both walked into the ghostbusters building at the same time to see it's actually a refurbished firehouse.

"Excuse me?" You said to the lady at the desk.

"Yes?" She said hanging up a phone.

"We're here about the job." Winston said.

"Names?"

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Winston...Uh Zeddemore. Winston Zeddemore."

"Resumes?" She said holding out her hand.

You both hand her your resumes and she quickly shoved them in a desk, not even looking at them.

You and Winston looked at each other confused.

She then pulled out a piece of paper and started to read off it.

"Do you believe in UFO's, astral projection, mental telepathy, ESP, claravoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full transmediums, the Loch Ness Monster, and the theory of Atlantis?"

"Uhh...yes."

"If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe in anything you say."

Suddenly, a car door closed and two men walked towards you.

"I need to sleep." One said. "I feel like I'm dying."

"You don't look good." The other one said.

"I don't?"

"No, you look better. You didn't use to look like this."

You looked at their name tags and one said Raymond S. and the other said Peter V.

They walked over to the desk lady and Peter handed her a piece of paper.

"Here's the paper you asked for."

She picked up a small stack of paper and handed it to Raymond. "Here's tonight's worksheet."

Raymond sighed and took it. "Great, two more free-repeaters." He said as he walked away.

"This is (Y/n) (L/n) and Winston Zeddemore." She said gesturing to you two. "They're here about the job."

Raymond turned around. "Beautiful, you're both hired. Ray Stantz." He said gesturing to himself.

Then he gestured to the other man. "Pete Venkman."

"Well hello there." Peter smirked walking over to you.

"Knock it off Peter!" Ray said, shooing him away. "Go order dinner."

"Someone put a stick up your ass." Peter said walking upstairs.

"Winston. (Y/n)." Ray said. "This nice lady here is Janine."

You awkwardly waved at her.

"Can one of you help me out here?" Ray asked holding up a smoking box.

Winston rushed over and offered to take it.

"Come with me, I need to introduce to you two to Egon. Welcome aboard!"

Ray moved to some stairs and opened the door. "Follow me!"

"That trap stinks." You said as you walked past him and down the stairs.

"Egon!" Ray called as he walked down the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"We have two new recruits!" Ray said happily as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

You soon saw a tall man with glasses and curly hair standing by a red box.

That must be Egon.

"I see." He said.

"I'm Winston Zeddemore, sir." He said offering his hand for Egon to shake after he handed the trap back to Ray.

"Egon Spangler." He said shaking Winston's hand.

"And I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." You said, also offering to shake his hand.

He shook your hand as well. "Good evening."

"Okay!" Ray said. "You see this red box here?"

You both moved over to him and stood beside him.

"This is where we store all our vapors and entities and slimers to trap 'em. The process is pretty simple."

As he cleaned the traps, he explained the process. "Open it up, insert the trap, release then close and lock the system. Set the entry grid, neutronize the grid, and...when the light is green, the trap is clean."

"Fascinating!" You said.

"All ghosts are incarcerated here in our custom made storage facility."

"How much storage is there?" You asked Egon.

"Not enough." He said as he walked over to all three of you. "Due to my recent calculations. It's getting quite crowded in there. My data suggests something rather big on the horizon."

"What does that mean?" Winston said.

Egon hummed then picked up a twinkie.

"Well let's say this twinkie, represents the normal about of psychokinetic energy in the new york area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a twinkie...35 feet long weighing approximately 600 pounds."

"Holy shit." You said as Ray choked on his cigarette smoke.

"That's a big twinkie." Winston said.

Egon gave him a little smile and ate it.

"We could be on the verge of a cross-rip! A PKE serge of incredible, even dangerous, proportions" Ray said.

"I hope the storage grid doesn't explode from over capacity." You said.

"If we overfill it, it's possible." Egon said.

Then Peter walked down the stairs and sighed. "We just had a visit from the environmental protection agency. How's the grid holding up?"

"Tell him about the twinkie." You said looking up at Egon.

"What about the twinkie?" Peter asked.

"Well, as I was explaining to Winston here. This morning I ran some tests on the grid and discovered that something big could happen. The grid is close to overfilling. And in order to explain it to Winston, I used the twinkie as an example, saying that this twinkie is the normal amount of psychokinetic energy, but what we have inside the storage grid is close to a twinkie 35 feet long weighing about 600 pounds."

"So what do we do about it?" Peter asked

"I'm not sure at the moment." Egon said. "But I will figure something out."

"That reminds me!" Ray said. "You two have places where you can stay, right?"

You both nodded. "I do." You said.

"Yup."

"Great! Come into work tomorrow at 9 and you can leave 12 hours later." Ray explained.

"Great!" You said.

"Yeah, that is great." Winston said. "But why did you need to know if we had a place to sleep?"

"Oh! Because we live just upstairs."

"That makes sense." He said.

"Well gentlemen." Peter said ruffling his hair. "I have a date on thursday."

"That's a first." Egon mumbled.

"Is it with Dana Barrett, perhaps?" Ray teased. "Our client?"

"She's more than a client." Peter huffed. "She's-"

"We don't want to hear it." Egon said.

"You're just jealous Egon." Peter said proudly as he marched up the stairs.

•

It was about two weeks later since you joined the ghostbusters team, and you were getting close with everyone already.

Well except Peter for obvious reasons.

It was around 8:30. Peter was out on a date with Dana, Ray and Winston were driving about, and Egon was the middle of showing you his collections of fungus.

"What's this one called?" You asked.

"This is Autumn Skullcap. I was visiting Australia a few years ago and stumbled across these fabulous yet extremely poisonous mushrooms."

"How poisonous?" You asked. looking up at him.

Before he can answer, Janine rushed upstairs. "Egon! The police have a drop off!"

"Thank you Janine. Come along (Y/n)." He said as he turned to leave.

Egon then grabbed his PKE meter off the table and walked downstairs.

You three walked outside and saw a police officer waiting by a large van.

"You two ghostbusters?" He asked.

"Yes." Egon said.

"We picked up this guy and we don't know what to do with him. We know you guys are into this stuff so we thought you would want him."

"Alright." You said.

The officer opened the back of the truck to reveal a disheveled looking man in a straight jacket. "Are you the gate keeper?" He asked.

Egon scanned him with the PKE meter and it made a high pitched noise.

That usually wasn't good.

"You better bring him inside." Egon said.

The officer nodded and grabbed the man and dragged him out of the van.

"You know you're very kind to take care of that man, you're a real humanitarian." Janine said, trying to flirt with him.

"I don't think he's human." He said, turning her advances down.

After going bavk inside, Egon put a helmet on his head, and instead of it showing a human head on a screen, it showed a demon dog or something.

You and Egon looked at each other before turning back to the man.

"What did you say your name was?" Egon asked as you reached for the man's wallet.

"Vince Clortho, key master of Gozer!"

"According to this his name is Louis Tully and he lives in Central Park West." You said handing the wallet to Egon.

"Do you want some uhh coffee Mr. Tully?" Janine asked.

"Do I?" He asked Egon.

"Yes, have some."

"Yes, have some!" He repeated.

Janine felt uncomfortable and walked away.

"Vince." Egon said sitting beside you. "You said something about a sign earlier, what sign are you waiting for?"

"Gozer the traveler. He will come in one of the chosen forms, during the rectification of the vuldroneye the traveler came as a large and moving Toor! Then during the third reconciliation the last of the mecandrics they chose a new form for him, that of a giant sloor! Many shubs and souls knew what it was like to be roasted in the depths of a sloor that day I can tell you!"

You stood up and walked away from Vince. "Egon?"

"Excuse us." He said.

You faced away from Vince as you talked to Egon. "I think he's possessed by something."

"You're right, he is." Egon said. "Do you remember what I told you about Dana Barrett's case?"

"Now that you mention it, the name Gozer sounds familiar."

"Gozer was heavily worshipped around 6,000 B.C. in Sumeria and-"

Before Egon could continue the phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He said as you two sat down on the couch together.

"What is it Peter?"

...

"How is she?"

...

"Some. I just met the key master, he's here with (Y/n) and I now."

...

Peter must have said something Egon found funny because he turned to you and smiled.

"I think that would be extraordinarily dangerous."

...

"Good." He said as he hung up.

"Go home and get some rest (Y/n). I'm going to run some tests on Vince. Tomorrow morning, I want to you help me with some experiments and then we'll look for Ray and tell him what we discovered."

"Very well. Goodnight Egon." You said standing up.

"Goodnight (Y/n)."

•

The next morning, as promised. You rushed in and looked for Egon to help him with his experiments on Vince.

"I'm here Egon!" You said, rushing down the basement stairs.

"Oh good! There should be a small magnifying glass in the box to your left, can you grab it for me?"

"Oh, sure." You said and began digging through the box.

"Egon!" Janine called as a group of men walked down the stairs. "I tried to stop them! They said they have a warrent!"

Confused, you backed up behind Egon. "Excuse me but this is private property!" He said, standing in front of you and Vince. "Go home, Janine!"

She nodded and rushed back up the stairs.

"Shut this off, shut these all off."

"I'm warning you. Turning off these machines would be extremely hazardous!"

"I'll tell you what's hazardous, facing federal prosecution for at least half a dozen environmental violations. Now either you shut off these machines or we shut them off for you."

"Get behind me." Egon said as he started shielding you, Vince, and all the machines that he could.

"Try to understand this is a high voltage containment system simply turning it off would be like dropping a bomb on the city."

"Don't patronize me-!"

"Don't come in here with a warrernt assuming we did something wrong!" You snapped.

"Shut up!"

"At ease officer." Peter said as he walked down the stairs. "I'm Peter Venkman, I think there's just been a misunderstanding and I'm willing to cooperate in anyway that I can."

"Forget it Venkman!" The ginger guy said. "You had your chance to cooperate but you thought it would be more fun to insult me."

"Damn it Peter!" You sighed.

"Well now it is my turn wise ass."

"He wants to shut down the protection grid Peter."

"You shut that thing down and we will not be held responsible for whatever happens."

"Oh yes you will."

"No. We won't."

"Shut it off!"

"Don't shut it off! I'm warning you." Peter said.

You and Egon looked at each other before looking back at the ginger man.

"I've never seen anything like this before-" The guy in a hard hat said.

"I'm not interested in your opinion, just shut it off."

The guy in a hard hat turned to see Peter behind him.

"My friend, don't be a jerk."

"Step aside!" The officer said.

"If he does that again, you can shoot him."

"You do your job pencil neck, don't tell me how to do mine!"

"Thank you officer."

"SHUT IT OFF!"

The whole room grew quiet.

Egon took your hand and gestured to the stairs.

You nodded and you all began making your way to the stairs just in case if the man in the hard hat turned everything off.

Peter made an explosion sign with his hands to the officer and the man in hard hat pulled a lever down.

An alarm started blaring and you held onto Egon, afraid.

He looked down at you and grabbed you by your shoulders and started running up the stairs with you. "We have to leave! Now!" He yelled.

You all started running out of the building as it started to explode.

You all ran outside and a giant hole blast through the roof.

Many ghosts flew out of it.

"Oh my god." You said covering your mouth.

"It's okay, we got out." Egon said.

Ray and Winston pulled up I the Ghostbusters car and ran towards you, Egon, and Peter.

"What happened?" Ray asked. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah we're fine." You said.

"Someone from EPA shur off the protection grid."

"Oh great..." Ray said, running a hand through his hair.

"That's bad isn't it?" Winston said.

"Yeah..."

"Wait. Egon-!" You said.

"Where the key master!" Peter said before you could.

"Oh shit!" Egon said as you began looking around.

"Who's the key master?"

"Come on!" You said. "We'll explain along the way."

You five all began running away from the building to look for Vince when the ginger man from the EPA stopped you.

"Hold it! I want this man arrested!" He yelled, pointing at Peter. "Half of these people are under criminal violations of the environmental protection act! And the explosion is the direct result of it!"

"Your mother!" Egon yelled.

"Egon!" You yelled as you and Peter tried holding him back.

And due to Egon's little outburst, it led you all getting arrested.

While in jail, you and Egon were explaining to Ray what you found out about Vince, and then he showed you the blue prints on central park west.

"So what?" Peter said. "I guess they don't make them like they used to huh?"

"No!" Ray said, hitting him on the head. "Nobody ever made them like this!"

"The architect must've been a genius or a complete psychopath." You said. "Maybe even both."

"Exactly (Y/n)!" Ray said.

"Ray." Peter said. "For a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about engineering or metal energy or physics and just tell me what the hell is going on."

Ray smiled. "...You never studied."

"The whole building is a huge super connective antenna that was built and designed expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence." Ray explained.

"Your girlfriend," Ray said, pointing to one specific section on the blue prints. "lives in the corner penthouse of spook central."

"She's not my girlfriend." Peter says. "I find her interesting because she's a client and because she sleeps above her covers, foor feet above her covers. She barks, she drools, she crawls-"

"It's not the girl Peter, it's the building." Egon said. "There is something big happening, and this building is obviously the door. The architect's name was Ivo Shandor, I found it in Toban's Spirit guide. He was also a doctor. Preformaned a lot of unnecessary surgery. Then in 1920 he started a secret society."

"Let me guess." Peter said. "Gozer worshipers?"

"Right."

"So those "unnecessary surgeries" were probably sacrifices to Gozer." You said.

Egon nodded. "After the first World War Shador decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn't alone, he had close to 1000 followers when he died. The conducted rituals up on the roof, which is where the sacrifices took place. These rituals were extremely bizarre and were intended to bring upon the end of the world and now it looks like it may actually happen!" He said standing up.

"So be good! For goodness sake! Woahhh!" Peter started singing

You stood up as well. "We have to get out of here."

"Yeah. We've got to find a judge or something!" Ray said.

"Woah wait a minute! Wait a minute! Hold it!" Winston said.

"Are we actually going to go in front of a federal judge and say some Babylonian God is gonna come out of central park west and start tearing up the city?!"

"Sumerian not Babylonian." Egon corrected him.

"Yeah big difference." Peter said.

"No offense." Winston said. "But I've got to get my own lawyer."

"Okay Ghostbusters!" An officer said. "The Mayor wants to see you guys."

"Perfect!" You said, helping Egon pack up his stuff.

"Who says the Mayor is gonna believe us?" Winston said as you all walked out of the cell.

"Who says he won't?" You said.

•

While walking to the Mayor's office, many people were crowded around you five so you had to have the police give you guys protection.

"The Ghostbusters are here, Mr. Mayor." One man said as he led you all into a room.

"Okay, the ghostbusters. Great." The Mayor said. "And where's this Peck?"

"Who?" You said, looking at Egon to he responded with a shrug.

"I am Walter Peck, sir." The ginger guy from the EPA said, pushing past Peter. "I am here to make a full report."

"These people are snowball artists. They use games to ensure hallucinations. People think they're seeing ghosts, so they call these bozos, who conveniently show up and deal with the problem with a fake electronic light show." Peck said.

You sighed rolling your eyes. "Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here." Ray said.

"They caused an explosion!" Peck said getting angry.

The Mayor looked at Peter. "Is this true?"

Peter sighed. "Yes it's true. This man has no dick."

Peck rushed at Peter to hit him and Egon got in front of you while they fought.

"Well that's what I heard!" Peter said as people in the room broke them up.

"This is City Hall!" The mayor said. "Now what am I gonna do John, what is this?!"

"All I know is that was no "light show". I've seen every force of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of me." An old military man said sitting down.

"The walls on Avenue 13 were bleeding, how do you explain that?" Another man asked Peck.

"Good afternoon, lady and gentlemen." A priest said as he walked into the room.

"Your eminence." The Mayor said standing up to greet the priest.

"How are you Lenny?" He asked after the mayor kissed his hand.

"You're looking good Mike, we're in a real fix here. What do you think I should do?"

"Lenny." The priest said, touching his shoulder. "The church will not take any part in the religious implications of these...phenomenons. Personally Lenny, I think it's a sign from God. But don't quote me on that."

"Well, I'm not gonna call a press conference and tell people to start praying." The mayor said.

"Excuse me." Winston said walking up to the mayor. "I'm...uh Winston Zeddemore your honor. I've only been with the company for a couple weeks, but these things are real. Since I joined, I have seen shit that'll make you turn white!"

"I can back him up." You said, also walking over to the desk. "I joined the same time he did. I've been slimed by these ghosts before. They. Are. Real."

"You can believe Mr. Pecker-" Peter started.

"My name is Peck." He interrupted.

"Or you can accept the fact that this city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions."

"What do you mean "biblical"?"

"What he means is old testaments, real "Wrath of God" type stuff." Ray said. "Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies!"

"Rivers and Seas boiling! The dead rising from the grave!" You said.

"Fourty years of darkness! Earthquakes! Volcanos!" Egon said.

"Human Sacrifices!" Winston said.

"Dogs and Cats living together! Mass hysteria!" Peter said.

"Enough!" The mayor yelled. "I get the point!"

"But what if you're wrong?" He said after staring at Peter for a while.

"If we're wrong, nkthing happens! We'll go to jail! Peacefully, quietly, we'll enjoy it!" Peter said. "But if we're right, and we can stop this thing...Lenny...you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters."

The mayor began to smile.

You and Egon smiled at each other, thinking you had won the mayor over.

"I don't believe you are seriously considering listening to these men."

The mayor looked at Peter, then back at Peck.

"Get him out of here." He said, pointing at Peck.

"Bye!" Peter said as some guards carried him out of the room. "I'm gonna get him a nice fruit basket, I'm gonna miss him."

You began to quietly laugh, until the mayor spoke up again.

"We have work to do." He said. "Now what do you need from me?"

Peter turned around and smiled at everyone.

"We need some army men."

"What??" The mayor asked.

"Yeah, the building we're going to go in is extremely dangerous and we need the army to keep people from entering or causing any sort of obstacles for us."

The mayor chewed his lip. "Fine. Wait outside."

Peter gave you all an excited smile and pumped his fist in the air as he walked out of the office.

You shook your head giggling as the rest of you followed him out.

•

After arriving at Central Park West and getting your equipment on, you all stared up at the building which was covered in shadows and lighting.

"I've been ghost hunting with you guys before, but this is a new type of scary." You said.

"It's gonna be alright pumpkin." Peter said.

"Peter." Egon warned.

Before he could retaliate, the ground started to shake and you all slipped into a hole in ground.

"Everyone alright?" You asked after you all landed.

"I'm good!" Ray said. "You?"

"I'm fine. Egon?"

"I'm alright. Peter?"

"I think I hit my head." He said.

"Are you alright Winston?" Ray asked.

"I'm good!"

Peter started climbing out of the hole after shaking his head.

Once the crowd fully saw him they all started cheering again.

He helped Ray out, then Egon climbed out

While Peter and Ray were helping Winston out, Egon helped you out.

"Thanks." You said.

"Not a problem." He said.

"We like rough!" Peter said. "We can take it!"

"Yeah!"

•

After walking into the building and climbing for about half an hour, you all were exhausted.

"Where are we?" Peter asked.

"Looks like we're in the...teens...somewhere." Ray said.

"Let me know when we get to twenty, I'm gonna throw up." Peter said.

You groaned and kept climbing up the stairs.

A few floors later, you all made it to the floor where Dana's apartment was at.

"22!" Ray called. "Is this it?"

"Yup." Peter said.

You all sighed and you leaned up against the wall to catch your breath.

"Where is it?" Ray asked.

"It's at the end of the hall." Peter said.

Ray nodded and you all started walking to her apartment.

Once you got there, the door was locked so Peter kicked it down.

You all walked inside to see the room had been completely destroyed.

"Hey! Where do these stairs go?" Ray asked.

"They go up." Peter said.

You rolled your eyes and followed Peter.

That was until some thunder crashed and Peter insisted everyone else went before he did.

You all walked up the stairs which somehow led to the roof.

You all walked up onto the roof to hear lightning flash and stone being moved.

You all climbed up the roof to see a woman, presumably Dana Barrett and Louis Tully being shocked by purple lightning.

"Dana!" Peter yelled.

After he yelled her name, both people turned into giant dog creatures and growled at you five.

"Okay. So, she's a dog." Peter said.

They both ran towards some light and you all followed them.

The lightning had allowed two stone doors to be moved to reveal a heaven light building.

Suddenly, an angel like creature appeared and started petting the dogs.

"It's a girl." Ray said.

"That's Gozer." You said.

"I thought Gozer was a man." Winston said.

"It's whatever it wants to be." Egon said.

"Well whatever it is, it's gotta get by us." Peter said.

"Right." Ray agreed.

"Go get her, Ray!" Peter yelled.

They shared a look and Egon rolled his eyes before Ray stepped up the stairs.

"Gozer the Gozerian!" He yelled, making it's head turn towards Hi.

"Good evening. As the designated representative of the city, countey, and state of New York. I order younto cease any and all supernatural activity and return to your place of origin or to the nearest possible dimension immediately!"

"That 'outta do it, thanks very much Ray."

"Are you a god?" It asked.

Ray looked back at everyone and you all shook your heads 'yes'.

"...n-no?"

"Then...die!" It said zapping you all with purple lightning which sent you all almost off the roof.

After being shocked for about a minute in a half, it finally quit.

"Ray." Winston said. "When someone asks you of you're a God, you say YES!"

Egon helped you up as Winston helped Peter up. "Alright! This chick is toast!" Peter said.

You all moved in a line and began walking towards Gozer.

"Pull out your stick." Peter said.

"Ho!" You all said as you pulled out your proton gun.

"Heat 'em up!" Peter yelled as you all flicked the guns on.

"Ready!" You all yelled.

"Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown." Peter said as Gozer started to growl.

You all started shooting at Gozer but it jumped over you and landed on a platform behind you all.

"Nimble little minx, isn't she?" Peter asked.

"We have to go full stream!" Egon said.

"Aim for the flat as you all shot at her again.

This time, instead of jumping. She disappeared.

"That wasn't so hard." Peter said.

"We neutronized it!" Ray said. "You know what that means? A complete particak reversal!"

"We vaporized it!" You said happily.

"We have the tools! We have the talent!" Winston said.

"It's Miller time!" Peter said.

You turned to Egon and noticed he hasn't said anything.

"Egon?" You asked.

"This looks extraordinarily bad." He said looking at his PKE reader.

Suddenly the building starts to shake and crumble apart.

"Look out!" Egon yelled.

You all huddled together against the flat top to try to protect yourselves from any damage.

"Thou creatures! Gozer the Gozerian! Gozer the destructor! The traveler has come! Choose and perish!" Gozer said.

"What do you mean choose?!" Ray said. "We don't understand!"

"Choose! Choose the form of the destructor!"

"Ohhh I get it! I get it!" Peter said. "Very cute!"

"Whatever we think of! If we think of J. Ed Gahoover. J. Ed Gahoover will appear and destroy us. So clear your heads, empty your heads out-"

"The choice is made!" Gozer said.

"Woahh! Wait a minute!" Peter said.

"The traveler has come!"

"Nobody choosed anything!" Peter said.

"Did you choose anything?" He asked Egon.

"No!"

"Did you?" He asked Winston.

"My mind is totally blank."

"You?" He asked you.

"No!"

"I didn't choose anything!" He said.

Realizing what had happened, you all turned to Ray.

"I couldn't help it." He said. "It just popped in there."

"What?" Peter snapped. "What just "popped in there"?"

"I-I tried to think-"

"Look!" Egon yelled.

"What is it?" You yelled as you all ran to the edge of the roof.

"No! It can't be! It can't be!"

"What did you do Ray?!" Peter asked

"Aw shit!" Winston said.

Off in the distance, you could all see a giant state puft marshmallow man walking around.

"It's the state puft marshmallow man." Ray sighed.

"Oh no." You said.

"Well there's something you don't see everyday." Peter said.

"I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood, something that could never ever possibly destroy us. Mr. State Puft."

"Nice thinking Ray." Peter sassed.

"We used to roast State Puft marshmallows by the fire at Camp Wakanda."

"Ray has gone bye bye, Egon. What have you got left?"

"Sorry Peter. I'm terrified beyond the rational capacity for thought." Egon said, frozen in place.

Suddenly, the State Puft Marshmallow Man looked up at all five of you and roared.

"Oh shit." You said.

"Mother puss bucket." Peter said.

Then as he got closer, he stepped on a church which made Peter really angry. "Nobody steps on a church in my town!"

"One...two...three..blast him!" Ray said.

You all started shooting at him, which barely pushed him back as set him on fire.

He started climbing up the building as you five all ran away for cover.

"Funny us going out like this." Ray said. "Killed by a hundred foot marshmallow man."

"We've been going about this all wrong." Peter said. "Mr. State Puft is okay, he's a sailor, he's in New York. We get this guy laid and we won't have any trouble. Say (Y/n) why don't you volunteer to-"

"No." You said.

"Wait." Egon said. "I have a radical idea."

"What is it Egon?" You said.

"The door swings both ways, we could reverse the particular flow from the gate."

"How?" Peter asked.

"...We cross the streams."

"'Cuse me Egon, you said crossing the streams was bad."

"Cross the streams..." Ray said.

"You're going to endanger us. You're going to endanger our cilent, the nice lady who payed us in advance before she became a dog." Peter said.

"Not necessarily." Egon said. "There is definitely a very slim chance we'll survive."

You all looked at each other, and you smiled at Egon.

"I think we should give it a shot." You said.

Peter slapped you on the back. "I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it!"

"Let's do it." He said after slapping Ray in the face.

You all grabbed your proton guns and ran back towards the doors.

"See you on the other side Ray." Peter said as he started shooting at the door.

"Nice working with you Doctor Venkman." Ray said.

"Glad I got to know you Egon." You said as you started shooting as well.

"You too (Y/n)." He said as he started shooting as well.

You all moved together and your streams connected into one.

It was working!

Once the doors shut, you were all flung back by an explosion.

•

You groaned as you sat up and held your head, covered in marshmallows.

"We're alive?" You said.

"You okay?" Ray asked, also covered in marshmallows.

"I feel so gross." You said as Ray helped you up.

"Egon?" You called out.

"I'm right here." He said walking up to you.

You started to laugh as you hugged him. "We're alive! We did it! Oh Egon you're a genius!"

He chuckled a little bit as he hugged you back.

"Hey get a room you two!" Peter said.

Yoy and Egon pulled away from each other as you followed the rest of the group to check out the aftermath.

The dogs were charred to a crisp, the roof was destroyed and the state puft marshmallow man was gone.

"Ugh." Ray gagged. "It smells like barbecued dog hair."

"Ray..." You said as Peter turned around.

"Oh...Oh Venkman...I'm sorry...I just- I just forgot..."

Peter looked at you all sadly and walked away.

Until a hand poked out of one of the dogs.

Peter rushed over and helped her out while everyone one went to check on the other dog.

"Are you okay?" Ray asked him.

"Oh man." You said to Egon. "I'm ready for some chinese."

"So am I." He said as you both walked away and left the building.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters egon #egon x reader

[auxiliarydetective]

The OC Halloween Challenge - Day 22

You can find the challenge here!

Today's prompt was...

Solitude Causes More Wounds Than It Was Meant To Heal

Fear is increased when one is alone by themselves, or cut off from civilization like an reclusive island. Focus on your characters in the horror of isolation; are they forced to recognize who they truly are on the inside? Do they practice the law of nature or nurture? Do they keep their morals or own laws?

Once again, I made a poll to determine today's victim and I realized lots of my followers are in need of a hug so...

Spooky hug for you! This actually fits with today's winner/victim too because it's...

Charlie Drake!

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Ray reluctantly unlocked the door to the Firehouse, the police forcing themselves past him the moment they could. The once-Ghostbusters followed, Ray entering last. Inside the Firehouse, the only thing that was still in its proper condition was Ecto-1. Everything else was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. Immediately, the cops started searching every nook and cranny, every closet and shelf, every cupboard upstairs in the kitchen, every cabinet... And the car, of course. Winston, Ray, Egon and Peter exchanged worried and annoyed glances. Mostly annoyed, in fact. Winston was mostly worried though and Egon was observing everything happening around him as if he were on a bust. Really, with the way he looked at the cops roaming around, with their hands all over his carefully crafted equipment, you would think he was just waiting for a ghost to jump out and rip them to shreds. Venkman seemed to have the same hopes as he whispered:

"You don't think one of the traps is still loaded, do you?"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," Ray murmured.

"I think a ghost attacking the cops might actually make your situation worse," Winston whispered. "They'll just blame it on you and make your charges even worse."

Egon said nothing. After turning everything upside-down and hurling every speck of dust around the house, the cops left, reminding Ray, Egon and Peter of their trial the next day. Then, the police cars sped away.

"Well, now we're really in trouble," Egon mumbled.

"Boy, you said it," Ray sighed. He leaned against the hood of Ecto-1 in resignation. "Man, I really wish Charlie were here."

"Yeah," Peter chuckled, "he could smack those guys into next week!"

Before Winston could repeat his statement from before, Egon interrupted:

"That's exactly my point as to why we're in trouble. Charlie didn't show up."

"Well, we did encourage him to explore the world," Winston reminded him. "For all we know, he could be in New Zealand or something. How should we know? He didn't even leave a note or call or something."

"It's almost like he wants nothing to do with us," Ray murmured.

"Well, we did almost kill him," Peter quipped. "Twice."

"Three times, actually," Egon corrected. "Still, I don't think he'd just leave without saying anything."

"Yeah, now that you mention it," Winston reminisced, "he's never been the type of guy to just stay quiet about things he didn't like. And the last thing he told us, he said we could reach him at the Firehouse."

"You think he's just been hanging around here for four years?" Peter asked. "Sounds too boring for Charlie."

"Precisely," Egon declared.

"You think he somehow got stuck here?" Ray asked worriedly.

"It's very possible he turned sick, in a lack of better terms, and maybe didn't notice it." Egon held out his hand, showing off the ring that Charlie had given him. "Do you still have yours?"

The others nodded, their hands joining Egon's in the space between them.

"Remember how shiny they used to be? Now they're tarnished."

"That's just what silver does, it tarnishes," Peter said. "Come on, Egon, I thought you were smart."

"I tried polishing it," Ray threw in. "But it didn't work. I figured it's just because it hasn't been around Charlie in a long time, but... Oh god, Spengs, you don't think-"

"Remember how Charlie was before and after we defeated Gozer?" Egon continued his interrogation, but his voice was a little weaker now, shaking slightly. "Specifically, what changed?"

"Well, before that, I don't think he ever slept," Ray recalled. "He'd always be going on busts with us and then to his night shift right after that and hop right back into Ecto-1 the next morning. I didn't really think about it too much back then, but it became even more obvious when he dropped his other job. He was constantly on his feet."

"Yeah, I remember how much that ticked me off when I joined," Winston sighed. "And after we defeated Gozer, he started actually sleeping, didn't he? Didn't it also take him a whole week to recover from the explosion on the roof?"

"My theory is that he never fully recovered," Egon said darkly. "I tried to form a thesis on what might have happened in terms of psychokinetic energy when we destroyed the temple and afterwards to find out what effects it might have had on Charlie. Before we fired at the gate, it was steadily leaking psychokinetic energy into our world, meaning the very same energy that Charlie most likely lives off of. When we reversed the particle flow, it destroyed Mr Stay Puft in the explosion, very similarly to how Charlie... almost died... when the containment grid exploded. Only this time, it didn't destroy Charlie's physical form like the first time around. But it still must have drained him off all the extra energy he had to spare, which is why he was so tired all the time. It also left lasting damage, which is why he had to sleep from then on."

"So what, he relapsed?" Peter asked. "He seemed mostly fine last I saw him. Barely even slept anymore. What happened that could've caused that? I mean, I didn't see any big psychokinetic explosions since we disbanded."

"That's the point, we disbanded. There were no more ghost sightings, meaning there was very little psychokinetic energy in the area, which must have had an effect on Charlie eventually. I'm assuming the rings we're wearing might have had some effect on his recovery as well. He did call them mutual insurance. And with them gone, what's the only source of psychokinetic energy left?"

"The containment grid," Ray murmured.

"You think he locked himself in there like in a bacta tank?" Peter mumbled.

"No, he wouldn't do that," Winston declared. "He knows there's no way to get back out."

"He's probably somewhere in the Firehouse," Egon theorized, "and he's probably sleeping or unconscious. Dormant, you could say. If we can get some energy back into these rings, maybe we can wake him up."

"Ghost defibrilator. Right on my finger. Fantastic."

Still, nobody had a better idea. In fact, it was the only idea anyone had. So, the former Ghostbusters headed into the basement to do the reverse of their usual profession and actually summon a ghost this time. They placed their hands against the surface of the containment grid. Immediately, it felt like a jolt of electricity rushed through their bodies and they pulled their hands away, the rings unbearably hot, then suddenly icy cold, glowing in an alabaster sheen. The lights in the basement flickered, making them fear another blackout.

"I think it worked," Peter mumbled.

"Charlie?" Egon called.

Suddenly, one of the boxes of screws from the nearby shelf flew in Egon's direction, hitting him in the arm. But that was only the start. From then on, more and more objects started hitting Egon, Peter, Ray and Winston.

"Are you sure that's Charlie?!" Winston asked, ducking out of the way of a wrench.

"It has to be," Egon replied, trying to make his way to the staircase but being blocked off by the desk.

"I think he's mad," Ray said weakly.

"Mad?!" Peter echoed. "He's pissed!"

#ohc2023 #ghostbusters #ghostbusters oc #oc: charlie drake #fanfiction

[tedesquire]

Could I have an Egon/masc presenting gender neutral reader fic where the reader is working in the lab and then Egon joins them. Making out ensues & then one of the other ghostbusters barges in and it’s funny idk I’ve never requested fics before so do what u want with this :3

Hypothesis, Conclusion.

Contains: fluff, sexual inneundos.

A/N: This is a gender-neutral fic with no reference to the reader’s appearance. I myself identify as a cis woman, so I’d appreciate any feedback on this. I want to make my stories as inclusive as possible.

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“Hypothesis.” Your voice broke through the silence of the lab, looking up from your microscope to meet Egon’s chestnut eyes. “If we get something to eat, and soon, then we’ll be able to continue our research because I won’t starve to death.” You complained, leaning your fist on your cheek.

“Starve to death?” Egon prompted, the faintest hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. “Well, our experiment is of much import. I suppose I better begin the research process on this ‘hypothesis’ of yours and grab the spare menus.” You didn’t miss the teasing way he rolled his eyes as he finger-quoted you.

For the past few weeks the two of you had been experimenting with possible benefits of ectoplasm, Lord knows the Ghostbusters had enough samples to work from, being slimed so often. You had tried it in food, drinks, medicine, hair care products, and so far hadn’t found any positive results. It was pretty exhausting. 

“Hey!” You yelped, drawn out of your thoughts as Egon stepped past you, your palm coming to soothe the sting left on your ass from where he had smacked you. His steps quickened, the tall man soon out of sight. Some would consider it an inappropriate workplace, or if you were Peter, an invitation to something more illicit, but you had come to know that Egon was experimental- in more ways than one. 

You didn’t bust the ghosts, having been the gang’s research assistant at the university, but when they were let go, you followed suit, picking back where you left off in the basement of the firehouse. Like your colleagues, you had come to appreciate the science of the paranormal, and it didn’t help that you had a crush on one of your coworkers.

Who could blame you? The man was intelligent beyond measure, too blunt to ever lie to you, caring in his own way, and beyond handsome. That, coupled with the fact he didn’t live with his parents? Egon was at the surface of the dating pool the mid-80’s could offer.

You were surprised that the attraction went both ways, only figuring out Egon’s reciprocating feelings before he and the gang went to fight Gozer.

“Just in case I don’t return I think you should know…” Egon had never been all that great with expressing feelings, instead grabbing your shoulders and smashing his lips against yours. 

Romantic as hell, albeit a little too much teeth- but hey, everyone thought it was the end of the world. Just thinking about the kiss always made you heat up, your stomach doing somersaults. And what was more scandalous? Neither Venkman, Stantz, Zeddemore or Melnitz knew. 

Of course, they knew you had feelings for each other and every so often they would play matchmaker, but they had no idea you had been dating for months. You were going to tell them, you swore, but it was nice to keep the relationship under wraps, just for the two of you to enjoy.

“Your research documents.” You turned around at the sounds of Egon’s heavy footsteps on the iron staircase. Your eyes caught a glimpse of the stack of menus he held before wandering to the pale skin hiding underneath the collar of his button up, your teeth softly digging into your bottom lip. 

You took the menus from his grasp, letting them fall on the tabletop before wrapping your arms behind his neck, drawing the scientist in. A hand wandered to his neck, fingers dipping below the collar to feel the warm skin there, the other beginning to loosen his tie. You lingered on his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly, casting a glance to his lidded eyes.

“Egon?” You asked softly, fingers hooking around his tie and pulling him closer. His hands fell on the tabletop, caging in your body with his own. He didn’t dare speak, his breathing growing more labored by the second. “You’ve never had a hickey, have you?”

He swallowed once more, shaking his head briskly and letting his glasses slide down his nose. Could you hear his heartbeat through his ribcage? His blood pumping? Could you feel his breath brush against your ears?

“Oh, I think this experiment takes top priority.” You cooed, moving to nip his earlobe, trying not to smirk as he shivered. Your lips strategically moved to his now-exposed neck, teeth nibbling on his skin before sucking, drawing a low moan from the tall man.

Your hand traveled to the curls you love to tug on, pulling at the strands to make his head tilt back. The noises that fell from his lips made you hungry for more, your tongue soothing the tender skin before pulling off of him.

Another thing about Egon you found out in your relationship, once Egon warmed up he wasn’t exactly patient, as proved when his larger hands wrapped around your back, the only thing keeping you from toppling over as his lips met yours.

His lips were rough, his actions demanding as he is constantly breaking from your lips only to meet them again, and again, and again without ever leaving a second for you to catch your breath. You could feel the softest amount of stubble scratch against your cheeks as he kisses you, his hands digging into your back to practically bend you over the lab table.

You can taste the faintest hint of chocolate on his tongue, your Egon ever the sweet tooth. It’s only from the brief inhales of your nose that you can smell his cologne, a hint of sandalwood, and the scent of sanitizer he always uses when he enters the lab.

You don’t release you’re sighing into the kiss until you hear his growl, about to pull away to give him another hickey when you jump, feeling mist slap your cheeks.

You both pull away in shock, your cheeks heating in shame and horror at the sight of Venkman holding a spray bottle of the ectoplasm you both were messing with earlier.

“Peter!” “Jesus Venkman, what the hell is wrong with you!” You and Egon barked over each other to yell at the grinning fool in front of you, wiping the goop off your cheeks. 

“Now, now,” Peter tuttered, rubbing his hands together. “You’re both lucky I didn’t unspool the old firehouse to get you both apart. We’ve been calling you both from upstairs for your dinner orders, but imagine my surprise when I hear noises coming from the basement?” He gasped dramatically. “So being the caring friend that I am coming rushing down in case one of my two best friends are in danger? Only to find Spengler practically eating your face? Or were you eating Spengler’s?” You had never felt so flustered in all your life, your palm coming to rub at your temple, waiting for the floor to open up and swallow you. 

“Ohhhh, I see what it is.” You failed to notice Peter’s gaze on the purple bloom on Egon’s neck you had gifted him. “Egon clearly fell on a vacuum attachment and you were trying to ‘inspect the wound,’ play a little Dr. Spengler and Nurse, huh?”

“Peter, I swear to God I’ll castrate you.” You snapped, no true venom in your words.

“I bet,” He snorted. “Why don’t you worry about the stallion in your own hands first.” Your attention was drawn away from Peter as you grabbed Egon’s arm, who had lurched towards the smaller man. It was enough to make Venkman shut up, flinching and turning on his heel to race up the stairs.

“Oh my god.” You moaned,  leaning your head against his collarbone. “Here’s my hypothesis- and it’s a doozy. If you don’t kill Peter in the next two seconds then he is going to tell everyone because he can’t keep his mouth shut.” You shivered as his fingers came to rest on your head.

“Without having conducted any research myself, I think it’s a fair assumption that you would be correct; however, I don’t think you’re fully aware of the benefits Peter’s gossiping could provide.” Your brow furrowed, glancing back up to your boyfriend.

“Which would be?-” You were cut off from your sentence, Egon’s teeth attaching to your neck as he began to give you a hickey of his own. “I knew you didn’t have those degrees just for show.” You teased, your fingers carding back into his thick curls.

#ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters imagines #ghostbusters fanfic #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters #mod olivia #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler #egon spengler imagine #egon spengler imagines #gender nuetral reader #reader insert #egon x reader

[obwjam]

Officially submitting a request for any ghostbusters gt or Jurassic Park gt one shot or even headcannons

okay so i've been working on this ghostbusters story for like a week and i just kept writing and writing and writing so this is super long, please accept my offering 🫴🫴🫴

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Really, it was just another day at the office. 

You, Ray and Egon? You were over in the lab, poring over red goo and test tubes and weird steam that had stumped you three for days. You knew this slime responded to human emotion in some way, but you just didn’t know quite what it did.

Winston? He was talking to Janine, trying to sort out next month’s schedule, papers falling from his arms as he tried to keep everything straight. 

And Venkman? He was sitting, legs crossed, feet up on the table, chomping down on a sandwich as he flicked through channels on TV. 

Typical Venkman, as far as you were concerned. 

“This doesn’t make any sense,” you sighed. “It’s just — it’s like — where are those lab notes from last week?”

Ray shrugged. “I dunno. Egon, have you seen Del’s papers?”

“Hm?” Egon finally answered after a full 30 seconds of silence. “Oh, uh. No. No, I haven’t, sorry.”

“You’re always losing things, aren’t you, newbie?”

Just the sound of his voice made your blood boil. “Alright, Venkman,” you rolled your eyes. “And I’m not a newbie. I’ve been here since February.”

“Yeah, yeah, talk to me when you save the world and blow up a giant marshmallow, okay?”

You groaned. “Does he have to be here?” you pleaded with your lab partners. 

“Of course he does, Del,” Ray said, eyes not once wavering from the experiment in front of him. 

“Just pretend he’s not here. That’s what I do,” Winston deadpanned as he whisked past you. 

“Love you too, buddy!” Venkman called out. 

“Okay, enough talking now, please,” you snipped. “This is confusing enough as it is—“

“Ray? Egon? There’s a gentleman from the Post who wants to speak with you both,” Janine ran into the room, almost out of breath. “And he won't go away.”

Ray and Egon looked at each other and shrugged. “Fine, tell him we’ll be there in five minutes,” Ray said. 

You watched in almost horror as the two unceremoniously left the room, leaving you alone with Venkman. Great. 

“So, egghead,” Venkman started, sandwich still in hand as he pushed himself up. You heaved another sigh. “What kind of nerdy fun do you get up to over here?”

“Not now, Venkman, please,” you begged. “This slime is serious stuff. And no food in the lab.”

“Psh. It’s not that serious. I’ve been slimed before. We all have.” He paused. “Well, almost all of us.”

You bit down on your tongue to keep from screaming. Peter didn’t want you here, that much was clear. He was perfectly comfortable with the four-man operation, and he strongly opposed your addition even when Egon and Ray begged for it. He eventually relented, but only because he knew it was a battle he couldn't win. You always figured he had it out for you so you’d be forced to quit on your own. The demeaning nicknames, the constant teasing, acting like you didn’t know what you were doing; you couldn’t take it much longer. 

“Well, this one is important,” you retorted. “It’s from that weird ass ghost we came across last week. The composition of this, it’s… different than the others.”

“Hm. Different how?”

You turned to him and glared. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, sheesh. No need to get snippy.”

“I have to get snippy when you won't listen.”

“Woah, hey, alright now. Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, there is!” you fumed. “You don’t want me here.”

“Oh, we’re just making stuff up now, are we? You know, just because you can’t instantly figure out the solution to a new problem doesn’t mean you can take it out on me!”

“This— this isn't about the slime!” you scoffed in surprise. “This is about you not respecting me here!”

As the bickering continued, neither of you noticed the way the goo began to jiggle and make strange gurgling noises. It only got louder as the arguing went on, until Venkman noticed it was emanating an eerie glow. 

“Uh, why is your goo glowing?”

“What are you talking about—” you started, but never got to finish. As soon as you turned and you both were looking at it, the light became blinding and filled the room. You and Venkman shut your eyes and covered your ears as a deafening whining filled both of your heads for the briefest of moments before it all came to a halt. 

When you opened your eyes, all you could see was white. You were sitting down, somehow, and you suddenly had a splitting headache that was definitely not there a second ago. 

“Ugh… what happened?” you mumbled. Your eyes widened at the weird sensation you felt when speaking — like you were alone in a sprawling field and all your words had floated out into the void, never to be heard by another living soul.  

“Venkman?” you tried. Nothing. It took a few seconds to blink away the residual light, but you finally managed to see straight again. A shiver ran down your spine as you adjusted your glasses. Why were you so cold?

As soon as you saw it, you knew. 

You had felt this weird looming sensation, so you spun around on your butt to see what was behind you. It wasn’t a person, or a ghost. It was a sandwich. Venkman’s sandwich. Which was now as tall as a house. 

You were on top of the table, and you were tiny. 

“Ho-ly shit…” you murmured, shakily pushing yourself back. Panic was beginning to set in as you took in the now-giant world around you. How was this even possible? Would your health be affected in any way? How were you going to fix this? You couldn’t let anyone see you like this!

“What did you do?!” a voice rang out from behind you. You groaned and turned around. Venkman had shrunk with you.

“What did I do? Are you kidding me? You’re gonna blame me for this?”

“I bet it was that freaking slime,” he muttered, already turning his attention away from you. His eyes darted around the table, which looked more like the Great Plains than a lab counter, to find where the goo you were observing was. He tried to pretend he wasn’t utterly freaked out when the tupperware container holding it came up to his neck.

“It’s like it’s laughing at us,” he sneered, observing the way the goo bounced up and down as he stood right over it.

Soon, you were standing right beside him. “You’re right. That’s…”

“...unusual?” he offered.

“Yeah, you could say that,” you began, “considering we’re FOUR INCHES TALL!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been messing with that stuff,” Venkman shrugged, slowly walking away from tupperware to the edge of the table.

Your eyes widened as he got closer to the ledge. “Venkman! Be careful!” 

“Come on, I’m not gonna… fall…”

In a rare moment, Venkman was speechless. The drop to the floor looked impossibly long – longer than the Grand Canyon, or the view from the top of the Empire State Building. No, this was a longer drop than he had ever experienced in his life.

“That’s… pretty far,” he confessed, voice lacking his characteristic wit. Also at a loss for words as you stared straight down, you simply nodded. 

“God, that guy was such a hack, wasn’t he?”

Your eyes blew wide. No, they couldn’t be back so soon…

“I hate reporters. Always making me feel like I’m doing something illegal.” Egon snickered. “Or that I got caught.”

You were frozen. This was the absolute worst-case scenario. Not only were you stuck with Venkman down here, but now you had to deal with two scientists you had only looked up to figuratively. They had to see how you had failed.

“RAY! SPENGLER! DOWN HERE!” 

You cringed. It felt so counterintuitive to yell, but Venkman wanted this fixed and fixed fast.

He began waving his arms around frantically. “STANZ! SPENGLER!”

The giant Ghostbusters paused. “Do you hear something, Ray?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“It sounds like it’s–”

“–coming from the table,” they said in unison. It didn’t take long for their eyes to find you.

“Oh… my…” Ray couldn’t even finish his sentence. He took cautious steps forward, slowly leaning down as he did so. You shrunk back.

“Venkman? Del? What–what happened?”

The words got caught in your throat as his gigantic face settled in front of you. He was so unbelievably huge, and his size filled you with a sense of unavoidable dread.

“Oh, thank god,” Venkman sighed. “Look, you guys have to bail us out. I’m positive that this slime you guys were messing with did this to us.” 

Egon and Ray were beside themselves. The square-cube law didn’t allow for this! How could this have happened? Well, they supposed, anything can happen when ghosts are involved.

“Uh… guys? You can see us, right?” 

You and Venkman exchanged an unnerved glance that said I’m pretty freaked out that they keep staring.

Cautiously, Egon stuck his finger out and was halfway to poking Venkman before his face twisted into anger and he sidestepped. “Spengler!” he cried. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!”

Egon pulled his finger back, unfazed by Venkman’s annoyance. “Oh, wow. It’s real, Ray.”

“This… this is incredible. Simply incredible!” Ray’s booming voice marveled. You winced at the volume. “I mean, this is a game-changer! Slime that not only responds to human emotions, but can alter their physical body in ways we – we didn’t even think were possible! I can’t believe this, I…”

Ray trailed off when he finally locked eyes with your trembling form. Sure, he was excited – he knew you understood that – but what he didn’t understand was just how scary this must be for you. To suddenly have your autonomy taken away from you… being loomed over and stared at by beings fifty times your size… it had to be no less than utterly overwhelming.

Venkman rolled his eyes. “You two can ogle at us later, after you find a way to fix this.”

“Sorry, Peter, you’re going to have to speak up,” Egon said, leaning in closer. Your eyes grew wider than you thought was possible, and one shaky step backwards to get away from his pinning gaze sent you tumbling to the ground. 

“Egon!” Ray gasped, pushing his friend back. “Del, are you alright?”

Sheepishly, you nodded. 

“Sorry, Del,” Egon said, concern all over his face. “I suppose I’m going to have to make a few adjustments to the way we interact.”

“Gee, you think?!” Venkman cried in exasperation. “We’re tiny, you’re huge. There, I think that settles it!”

“Calm down, Peter,” Egon chided with the tone of a concerned father. “Look, we’re going to have to run a few tests to see how—”

“No!” you piped up, surprising everyone, including yourself. You cleared your throat as your eyes darted from Ghostbuster to Ghostbuster. “I mean… you guys are gonna have to give us a little bit to, you know… process all of this.” You eyed Venkman. “Back me up here…”

Peter shrugged. “Yeah, what Del said.”

You groaned. “Thanks for the help.”

“Del’s right,” Ray agreed, turning to Egon. “Right now, we can just… ask them how they feel. Besides, we have to re-calibrate all of our equipment and cancel all our appointments until we can get this sorted out.”

After a moment of thinking, Egon nodded. Even though he still thought the best way to solve this was to run as many tests as possible, he understood the need for space.

In a shaking voice, you recounted the events leading up to the shrinking and how you felt now – overall normal, just overwhelmed and a little cold.

“Well, that makes complete sense. Your bodies are so small that the amount of heat you lose proportional to your height is faster than you can generate.” 

“Oh, great, so we’ll freeze to death?”

Ray hesitated. “Well… all science points to yes, but you told me you feel completely normal.”

“So far,” Venkman grumbled.

“And nothing is darker?”

You both shook your heads.

“Fascinating. It was always theorized that the smaller you get, the less light your eyes would be able to process, therefore the world would appear darker.”

“I mean… I guess it’s darker,” you admitted. “But not by much.”

“Incredible. So basically, everything we’ve ever posited would happen if humans were shrunk… isn’t happening to you at all. I’m surprised we can even hear you talking, to be honest.”

The longer this Q&A went on, though, the more tired you grew, and Ray noticed. Truthfully, he always had a soft spot for you, which is why he lobbied heavily to bring you on board in the first place. You were the top of your class at NYU in biochemistry, not to mention you were passionate about helping others in any way you could. He could barely stand watching you cower away from the world you loved and have dedicated your life to understanding. 

“Guys?” Winston’s voice rang from the back of the room, finally back from sorting out the schedule. He wasn’t going to be happy that all his hard work was about to go to waste. “Who are we… talking… to.”

As soon as he joined the fray, it became too much for you. “I… I… I can’t do this,” you sniffed, the first tear finally breaking free. “I – this is crazy.”

“Del? Are you okay?” Ray asked, sorrow written all over his face. A rather unfamiliar feeling suddenly washed over him – he wanted to scoop you up, hold you close and reassure you that everything would be alright.

“They don’t look okay,” Winston replied, his wide eyes fixated on you.

It was like the worst kind of judgment day you could imagine; like you were in trouble at school and everyone was in on it, or being scolded by your parents all over again. Three people you considered to be your family were now unfathomably large, and right now, there was no end in sight. Were you going to have to look up at them forever? Have them cart you around wherever you wanted to go? How were you going to shower?

“Del–” Egon started, but it was too late. Now furiously wiping away tears, you ran toward what you perceived to be an amorphous blob of technology behind you and disappeared around the back of what was, ironically, a microscope.

You instantly dropped to the ground, folding your knees into your chest and tucking them in tight. Right now, you wanted nothing more than to be left alone for the next several hours.

You wouldn’t even get a few minutes.

“You know, we’re going to need them if we ever want to get back to normal.”

You wiped your eyes and sniffed. “I don’t really want to talk right now, Venkman.”

Instead of the usual quick-witted comeback, Venkman took a seat next to you, stretching out his legs, as if that would make him taller again. There was a rare comfortable silence between you.

“Did you know I got fired from Columbia?” he said suddenly, unprompted. 

You looked at him in surprise. “Uhm – no. No, I didn’t, actually.”

“It was a while ago. Heck, it’s what inspired us to start the Ghostbusters in the first place.”

You sniffed a laugh. “I didn’t even know you worked at Columbia.”

“What, is that so hard to imagine?”

“...Yes. Yes it is. What were you, a professor of laziness?”

“If ‘laziness’ gets you PhDs in parapsychology and psychology, then, yes.”

At that, you had to laugh. “I think you’re making that up.”

Venkman feigned offense. “Ask Ray and Egon! They wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Maybe if they weren’t a hundred feet tall and could crush me in an instant, I would.”

You hadn’t meant to let that slip, but you also didn’t regret saying it.

Venkman sighed, but it wasn’t out of annoyance. It was out of… concern? 

“Look, kid.” That was the first time he had ever called you that. “This is weird as all hell, don’t think I don’t agree with you on that. All I’m saying is… all of us, we’ve fucked up before. Massively. This… this isn’t your fault, you know, right?”

“Are you trying to make me feel better?”

“Is it working?”

You wanted to say no, to keep snapping at him and telegraphing just how awful he usually made you feel. But right now… you weren’t feeling that. Maybe you just didn’t have the energy. He was probably just trying to cheer you up out of sheer necessity.

“Maybe,” you said. “Maybe not.”

Venkman shook his head. “You’re one impossible kid to please, you know that?”

Somehow, that response didn’t make your insides boil up with anger. Instead, you smiled.

“Should… should we check on them?” Egon asked, still staring straight at the microscope. 

Winston shook his head. “Give ‘em time.”

Sure enough, a few moments later, you and Venkman emerged from your hiding spot. Venkman didn’t seem to have a problem staring up at his longtime friends, but for you, it was still too difficult and too weird. You kept your eyes trained in front of you, nervously wringing your hands together.

Venkman clapped his hands. “So! You guys come up with a brilliant plan to get us back to normal yet?”

Ray, Egon and Winston exchanged glances. 

Ray ventured to speak first. “Well… truthfully…”

“We have no idea how long it would take,” Egon interrupted. “Or if we even can do it.”

“Nope, I won’t have any of that quitter talk,” Venkman said a little too quickly. “Can’t you see how much that would upset Del?”

All eyes fell on you. You squeezed your hand harder.

“Venkman’s right,” Ray declared. “We have to try everything we can. Exhaust every avenue! We won’t stop until you two are back to normal.”

“...I can help,” you said meekly, almost too quietly to hear. “I mean, I was studying that stuff for days, and I’m the one it zapped. I should be able to–”

“–no, Del, you can’t,” Ray said suddenly. At that, you finally mustered up the courage to look at him. He looked stressed. “It’s too dangerous, and you’re too small. What if you get hurt?”

You felt your face get hot. “Then I’ll deal with it! I–”

“I think we all need a break,” Winston stated in that firm, authoritative voice of his. When the other Ghostbusters failed to think straight, he was always there to pick them up. “Maybe we can deal with this in the morning, alright?”

Everyone nodded in unison. Winston was usually right about these kinds of things, and he knew it.

“Well, I’m goin’ home and getting some rest. Maybe now that Venkman’s so small, we won’t have to hear his yapping all day.”

Peter frowned. “Ha ha.”

Suddenly, you heard a soft voice right next to you. “Hey,” Winston practically whispered, marveling at just how small you were. He wanted to be comforting, but truthfully, he didn’t know how much words would help. “Hang in there, alright? You just let me know if you need a break from these yahoos.”

The way you gaped back at Winston, so impossibly large when situated right next to you, he wasn’t surprised that all you gave him in response was a nod. The small smile he gave you was reassuring, but it was hard to keep your breath from hitching when he stretched back up to his full height and left the room. 

That left the four of you.

“If you three don’t mind, I need to go over Del’s lab notes and start modifying our equipment,” Egon said, eyeing the array of instruments at the corner table. “Or, Venkman, perhaps you’d like to come with me–”

Venkman was quick to refuse. “Nope, nooooope, nuh-uh. I’m not climbing into anyone’s sweaty hand. Just… bring me food and a blanket, I’ll make do on the table.”

Egon couldn’t suppress his smile at how adorable tiny Venkman was. “Alright, camper.”

Venkman furrowed his brow. “Don’t smile! This is not amusing!”

“Maybe not for you,” Egon deadpanned, laughing at the death stare Venkman gave him as he walked away. You don’t think you would get used to the feeling of watching your friends walk around a giant room, taking mere seconds to cover ground that would have taken you forever.

You finally noticed that Ray was eyeing you, but with a different look. Was he… nervous? 

“Del…” he started, unsure of how to ask this. “Why don’t you – um, if you don’t mind–”

“Oh, this is embarrassing,” Venkman muttered.

Instead of bothering to finish his unsalvageable sentence, he sucked in a breath and put his hand, palm-up, down onto the table a few inches from where you stood. You gulped and stepped back, not prepared for just how massive it was going to look.

“Why don’t you come with me and get some supplies for you and Venkman?” he finally asked. “Nobody knows what you two need more right now than you.”

Every one of your basic instincts told you not to get on his hand; no, don’t even go near it. He won’t even be able to feel you in his palm. He would forget that you’re there, close his hand, tip it down, crush you, drop you…

But this was Ray. The guy who believed in you from the very start, who you had connected with almost instantly. Whether you liked it or not, you had to rely on him now – hell, you had to rely on all of them. You were a team, after all. A famous, ghost-hunting, rag-tag team that you spent every waking hour with… and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

To Venkman’s surprise, it only took you a few moments of deliberation before deciding to climb onto the hand. You hoisted yourself up like you were situating yourself on a boat – more like a lifeboat, in this scenario. You didn’t really know how to sit, or what would be more comfortable, but you supposed you had all the time in the world to figure it out.

Above you, Ray smiled. He wanted nothing more than to fix you, but damn it if you weren’t absolutely adorable at four inches tall.

“Ready?” he asked, consciously keeping his voice low.

You took a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

“Enjoy the ride!” Venkman called out, waving to you as you were lifted into the air.

“Try not to get jealous!” you grinned back, adrenaline coursing through you. It was the first time you felt like joking all day.

“Trust me, I’m good down here,” Venkman said, before muttering to himself, “for now.”

Ray beamed down at you, and you gave him a wary smile back. This was uncharted territory for any human in recorded history, but you had the Ghostbusters. You were going to be okay.

#this really got away from me lmao #but god fucking dammit i love them so much #i want to write more of this like i havent even scratched the surface #fuck it i'm probably going to because why not #it's the spoopy month i'm allowed to go through my ghostbusters phase right now!!! #asks #obwrites #ghostbusters #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

[ariel-seagull-wings]

FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: RAY STANTZ

Asked by anonymus

@amalthea9 @angelixgutz @thealmightyemprex @goodanswerfoxmonster @spengnitzed @bixiebeet @themousefromfantasyland @stantzed @filmcityworld1 @professorlehnsherr-almashy

Favorite Thing About Them: Ray is one of the first dorky geeks that was proud of his geekness in visual mass media. He is optimistic, resilient, outgoing, curious, sometimes shows concerns and reservations, but when pushed into a new situation, he jumps with entusiasm at the adventure, and he loves to share his passion about the supernatural with people, and even if he appears at the wrong hour, or some people are just not interested and may judge him as a "weirdo", he never looses his entusiasm or acts ashamed of who he is. A lot of people in the audience would love to have him as a friend because of how quick he is to embrace new people into his life, and he is also one of the first plus size characters that many fans to this day consider phisically atractive, wich should be considered an important mark in the Body Positivity movement.

Least Favorite Thing About Them: When in the novelization of the 1984 movie, there was an insertion of "Innocent Insensitivity" in his character in a scene where he reacts surprised for Winston being black, saying that "the supernatural reacts more strongly in the presence of black people". I hope Winston had a talk with Ray about the concepts of positive discrimination and exotification, and why they are harmfull, in private after that.

Three Things I Have In Common With Them:

*I enjoy the taste of roasted marshmallows as a comfort food;

*I love comic books;

*I have a fascination with mithology and folklore from around the world;

Three Things I Don't Have In Common With Them:

*I'm too easilly frightened to want to make physical contact with a ghost;

*I don't drive;

*Both of my parents are still alive;

Favorite Line:

From the October 1983 Script Draft:

"Drop everything; Venkman. We got one."

"Peter, at 1:40 this afternoon at the main branch of the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue, ten people witnessed a free-roaming, vaporous, full-torso apparition. It blew books from shelves at twenty feet away. Scared the socks off some poor librarian."

"No, this one's for real, Peter. Spengler went down there and took some PKE readings. Right off the top of the scale. Buried the needle. We're close this time. I can feel it."

"Spengler and I have charted every psychic occurrence in the Tri-State area for the past two years. The graph we came up with definitely points to something big."

"What do you mean by "seen?""

"Well, I was at an unexplained multiple high-altitude rockfall once."

"I told you it's real."

"Okay. Okay. I got it. I know what to do. Stay close. I have a plan."

"Okay, now do exactly as I say. Everybody ready?Okay... GET HER!!!"

"I guess I got a little overexcited. Wasn't it incredible! I'm telling you, this is a first. You know what this could mean to the University?"

"Then we were right! This is great. And if the ionization rate is constant for all ectoplasmic entities, I think we could really kick ass - in the spiritual sense."

"You said you floored ‘em at the Regents‘ meeting."

"My parents left me that house. I was born there."

"But at nineteen percent interest! You didn't even bargain with the guy."

"Wow! Does this pole still work?"

"Are you troubled by strange noises in the night? Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic? Have you or your family actually seen a spook, specter or ghost? If the answer is yes, then don't wait another minute. Just pick up the phone and call the professionals —— Ghostbusters."

"Everybody can relax. I found the car. How do you like it?"

"Just needs a little suspension work...And a muffler...And maybe brakes."

"You know, Peter, this could be a past life experience intruding on the present."

"I just realized something. We've never had a completely successful test with any of the equipment."

"All right. Let's cool the negative vibes. These things can sense them."

"Sir, what you had there was what we refer to as a focused, non—terminal repeating phantasm or a Class Five Full Roaming Vapor...A real nasty one, too."

"I couldn't help it! It just popped in there!"

"It can't be! It can't be!"

"It's...It‘s...It's the STAY-PUFT MARSHMALLOW MAN."

"I tried to think of the most harmless thing...something that could never destroy us...something I loved from my childhood."

"The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man! He was on all the packages we used to buy when I was a kid. We used to roast Stay-Puft marshmallows at Camp Waconda!"

"Either way we're history."

From the novelization of the 1984 movie by Richard Mueller:

"It's not a car, it's an Ectomobile."

brOTP: Peter Venkman, Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore, Janine Melnitz, Dana Barrett, Louis Tully, Slimer, Jake, Buster, Louise, Irena Cortez, Bryan Welsh, Ilyssa Selwin, Melanie Ortiz, Kylie Griffin, Eduardo Rivera, Walter Peck.

OTP: Winston Zeddemore, Elaine Phermon, Jenny Moran, @amalthea9 OC Peggy, @spengnitzed OC Michelle.

nOTP: Kylie Griffin.

Random Headcanon: In the 2009 videogame, Ray briefly mentions that he went to study in a Seminar, so I assume he was raised Catholic.

Unpopular Opinion: I wish he made use of the camera that he appeared at the beggining of the 1984 movie more often, as a way of documenting the ghosts behaviours, maybe even interviewing them. Is a pity that this filmaker side of Ray never went furter explored.

Songs I Associate With Them:

Frankenstein Twist

Monster Mash

I'm a Believer

The Night

Ghostriders in the Sky

Favorite Picture of Them:

Dan Aykroyd in the 1984 movie

His design in the pilot and first two seasons of The Real Ghostbusters

#fictional character ask #character ask meme #fandom musings #ghostbusters 1984 #the real ghostbusters #idw ghostbusters #ray stantz #Youtube

[inevitablemoment]

ADDISON STANTZ - OC INFO

FULL NAME: Addison Louise Stantz

NICKNAME(S): Addie (by everyone)

FACECLAIM: Mary Kate Wiles

FANDOM: Ghostbusters (1984-1989; 2021-)

BIRTHDAY: November 18th, 1991

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

GENDER: Female (she/her/hers)

OCCUPATION: Baby-sitter (age 15-18) || Intern at fertility clinic (age 18-22) || Cashier at Barnes and Noble (age 22-26) || Cardiothoracic surgeon (age 26-currently)

BIRTHPLACE: Manhattan, New York City, New York

LIVES IN: Manhattan, New York City, New York (birth-age 18, age 26-currently) || Cambridge, Massachusetts (age 18-22) || Baltimore, Maryland (age 22-26)

NATIONALITY: American

FAMILY:

Ray Stantz (father)

Willow Olson (mother)

Natalie Stantz (younger sister)

Grace Stantz (younger sister) [adoptive]

Gerald Stantz (paternal grandfather, deceased 1982)

Louisa Stantz [nee Crabtree] (paternal grandmother, deceased 1982)

Carl Stantz (paternal uncle, deceased 2021)

Sandra Stantz [nee Foa] (paternal aunt)

Justin Stantz (paternal cousin)

Zachary Stantz (paternal cousin)

Lindsay Stantz (paternal cousin)

Jean Stantz [formerly Garland] (paternal aunt)

Evangeline Garland [nee Stantz] (paternal cousin)

Maxwell "Max" Olson (maternal grandfather, deceased 2000)

Eloise Olson [nee Finnegan] (maternal grandmother, deceased 1996)

Suellen Nelson [nee Olson] (maternal aunt)

Michael Nelson (maternal uncle)

Michael Nelson, Jr. (maternal cousin)

Beau Olson (maternal uncle)

Abigail "Abbie" Olson [nee Prescott] (maternal aunt)

Margaret "Maggie" Olson (maternal cousin)

Elliot Olson (maternal cousin)

Anna Klein [nee Olson] (maternal aunt)

Quinlan Klein (maternal uncle)

Anthony Klein (maternal cousin)

Lindy Klein (maternal cousin)

Marcus Klein (maternal cousin)

Jocelyn Klein (maternal cousin)

Peter Venkman (honorary uncle)

Dana Barrett (honorary aunt)

Oscar Venkman [born Wallance, formerly Barrett] (honorary cousin)

Eliana “Elly” Venkman (honorary cousin)

Andrew Venkman (honorary cousin)

Kelly Venkman (honorary cousin)

Egon Spengler (honorary uncle, deceased 2021)

Cathleen Paige Spengler (honorary aunt)

Callie Spengler (honorary cousin)

Trevor Spengler (honorary cousin)

Phoebe Spengler (honorary cousin)

Marie Spengler (honorary cousin)

Janine Melnitz (honorary aunt)

Louis Tully (honorary uncle)

Lily Tully (honorary cousin)

MOODBOARD

CHARACTERISTICS: Protective, steadfast, passionate, caring, empathetic, charismatic, distrusting, compassionate, rigid, intelligent, self-reliant

LIKES: Her job, her family, playing with Elly, New York City, visiting Uncle Peter and Aunt Dana in Cortland, seeing her mother perform, the holidays

DISLIKES: Her job, the Spenglers (until 2022), Bianca Jacquard, losing a patient, systemic patient neglect/medical malpractice, interns and residents, reminders of her father's past as a Ghostbuster (until 2022), riding the subway, reality television

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

Medical knowledge

Medical expertise

Surgical expertise

PKE Meter (occasionally)

Proton Pack (occasionally)

Ghost Trap (occasionally)

Gigameter (occasionally)

Telepathy (while being controlled by Ariadne)

Telekinesis (while being controlled by Ariadne)

Reality warping (while being controlled by Ariadne)

Hand-to-hand combat (while being controlled by Ariadne)

Quick reflexes (while being controlled by Ariadne)

Levitation (while being controlled by Ariadne)

OTHER PERSONAL INFO:

She received her bachelor's degree from Harvard University and attended medical school at Johns Hopkins.

She has had a crush on Oscar Barrett-Venkman since she was little, and he seems to have feelings for her, as well. There was briefly a rift between them after his fling with Bianca Jacquard resulted in a pregnancy, but she has helped him raise his daughter, Elly.

For most of her life, she held a grudge against the Spengler family for their perceived betrayal, and refused to forgive the surviving members of the family even after Gozer's return and subsequent defeat. It was only after falling under and freeing herself from Ariadne's control, as well as accidentally injuring her father, that she finally let go of her hatred.

Her best friend is Kelly Venkman, but her best friend outside of the family is her former medical school roommate and current colleague, pathologist Dr. Tabitha Rashid.

Addison is Elly Venkman's godmother.

INSPIRATION: Amelia Sheppard (Grey's Anatomy), Elizabeth Weir (Stargate: Atlantis), Catherine Chandler (Beauty and the Beast), Elizabeth Patterson (For Better or For Worse), Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul), Dana Scully (The X-Files), Hannah Asher (Chicago Med), Katrina "Kat" Van Tassel (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story)

NAME ANALYSIS:

Playlist available here

#Ghostbusters #Ella's OCs #Mary Kate Wiles #Ghostbusters IDW #Ghostbusters: Afterlife #Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire #Ghostbusters 1984 #Ghostbusters II #Cathleen Lives AU #Addison Stantz #OC: Addison Stantz #OC: Fix Broken Hearts

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Just saw the new Ghostbusters movie!

It was fun, but I definitely have... Notes. I will put them below a Read More so that you can scroll past if you want.

First off, forgive me for forgetting basically everyone's names.

Okay so my main gripe is the plot. The machine that extracted Phoebe's soul to make her a ghost had a huge leap in exposition. For one thing, the only thing close to it that was mentioned had to do with possessions. Not your own native soul. Also, there wasn't any mention of a timer. Not only that, but was that REALLY the actual plan from Ice Dude and Melody? Like... There HAD to have been better ways to accomplish that. Also Melody had a moment where she was like "but does it have to be her?" There was never anything given to show why it did though?? Yeah, why DID it have to be her? If there was anybody who it would have been, specifically, it would have been Firebender.

Also, it felt like it was Phoebe's story with a Ghostbusters backdrop and on top of that, she's reckless, sure, but not like... That?? Even though her actions let out the Ice Dude and she was betrayed by Melody, she didn't really have any consequences for it? Like... There should have been something about her being too young actually coming into play. But no, Phoebe gets a pass I guess.

So here's a SparkNotes version of my ideal version of this, including maybe some minor things that weren't immediately in this rant and wouldn't have been an issue if the rest of it was fine. Also, if I have things slightly out of order or forgotten my memory sucks so that's likely my bad there. Rearrange or insert as necessary. The point is these are basic ideas.

First, opening largely the same, the prologue and the dragon spirit chase. They get chewed out and go on another call and it's to the room the prologue was in and find a lot of ghosts. Opens the mystery into Ice Dude. In researching, they find Firebender trying to sell the thing. The guy brings it into Ray's shop and that stuff is the same. Ray investigates and Winston goes on the same "we're not young anymore thing."

Some of the same family issues happen with Phoebe, she also meets Melody and there's mentions of her family issues and they bond.

Then the ghost containment stuff, the lab stuff, etc. However this also includes Firebender and since he's also hit the reader, he's believed to be possessed and out in the machine and it's on a timer. He gets to talk to his grandma and learns about the fire powers before either time running out or her fading, purpose fulfilled because she passed her duty on. except the first time the lab's power flickers, the ghosts actually escape. They split into pairs.

Phoebe and her mom go after Melody. They work out differences and how she wants to keep her safe etc. Phoebe prolly does something that actually goes wrong or gets her hurt that her mom has to save her from. Through this, they also work through Melody's family issues so she actually moves on by resolve her family issues rather than the ??? In the actual movie.

Teacher and the son go after Slimer, who is much bigger now. For some reason the teacher isn't able to drive the car and they reconcile over that stuff.

Ray and Winston go after the posseser after meeting Patton Oswald about the wax recording. Winston gets excited again and Ray realizes that he IS old.

James Acaster and intern go after the hardy ghost. Also the barfing ectoplasm actually has a possession effect and some good slapstick ensues. The ultimate goal is for this ghost to possess the body to say the magic words.

Melnitz and Podcast fight the Mini Stay Pufft guys maybe they try to wreck the lab or something idk. Podcast gets annoyed he's stuck with her since she didn't do any actual Ghostbusting back in the day, but she ends up showing him she's badass.

Venkman and Firebender team up to train to control the fire while fighting the bigger contained ghost. Since Venkman actually has a psych degree, he helps Firebender unlock his anger at himself and his brother and use that as a way to build and control the fire as it is triggered by anger, etc.

After all these side things are resolved, they team up to defeat Ice Dude. Also ALL their proton packs are modified to have copper so all their combined effort actually contributes. Also, when the original crew work to reverse the containment, they all have something to do or other to make it work so it's not like... Boring pushing down a lever thing, or conveniently designed to reverse from the get-go.

Idk, I think it would be better to make it more an ensemble and would better resolve some of the holes (though I don't have immediate answers for all the holes though).

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters spoilers

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Break and Mend

A/N: Enjoy!

Warnings: brief violence, mentions of suicide (Lucas's little comment)

Word Count: 3435

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Chapter Four: The Best Night of the Year

Karen sighed and checked her watch once again and glanced up past the staircase for her daughter. As soon as she came home from school, she zoomed up to her bedroom, skates still on and all, and shut herself inside. She knew Doc hadn’t yet finished her costume and that was no doubt what she was working on, but the sky was starting to darken and she didn’t want the kids out too late. She had called that up to her three times already and Doc had reassured her every time that she was almost done.

“(Y/N), come on now!”

“Okay, okay, here I come!” Doc called back before the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard. At the sound, Mike, Dustin and Lucas all rushed over to the staircase to see the costume Doc had yet to mention.

Mike’s face fell when his sister came down the stairs, a bright smile on her face. Karen gasped and readied her camera as Doc carefully stepped off the last stair. “Oh, sweetheart, you look amazing!”

“Awesome.” Dustin grinned.

“So cool.” Lucas agreed.

“What the hell?!” Mike exclaimed at his sister, who was wearing a matching Ghostbusters costume. Only her costume was homemade, with the patches sewn onto a jumpsuit the same color as theirs, much like Will’s. Her name tag, rather than displaying one of the character’s names, said Doc on it. “What are you wearing?!”

Doc did a little spin on her skates as Karen excitedly took pictures. “I’m a rollin’ Ghostbuster! Made it myself. Not the proton pack and the ghost trap, though. Mom bought those separately.”

Mike whirled on his mother. “You knew about this?!”

“Oh, hush, Michael. She looks adorable.” Karen rolled her eyes.

“We didn’t plan this!”

Doc’s grin dropped as she turned to her brother. “It’s Halloween, Mike, why did there need to be a discussion?”

“There’s only four Ghostbusters!”

“And there’s only one Venkman!”

Karen held her hands out toward her children. “That’s enough, you two.”

“Come on, Mike,” Lucas sighed. “Leave her alone, man. She spent a lot of time on the costume and she looks awesome.”

“Thank you, Lucas.” Doc smiled, skating past her brother and to the front door. Mike glared at the spot she once stood before following his friends out the door. Just as the door closed behind them, Jonathan’s car pulled up and honked. The four of them happily waved and crossed the street, waiting on Will.

When he got out of the car, Doc’s eyes lit up. He crossed the street as the boys began to cheer for him, but he was only focused on her. “Wow, (Y/N). You made that?”

“Yeah,” She blushed and looked down at herself. “You like it?”

Will chuckled as she did a spin once again. “It’s so cool.”

“You ready for tonight?” Lucas asked as they began their way down the street.

“I’m always ready for the best night of the year.”

When the three boys smiled and turned away, Will quickly pressed a kiss to Doc’s cheek. Softly gasping, she smiled a smile so wide, her face could have split in two.

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“If I get another 3 Musketeers, I’m gonna kill myself.” Lucas sighed out as the five walked away from a house they had just gotten candy from. The very nice woman had brought their spirits down just a bit when she gushed about them being ‘cute little exterminators’.

“What’s wrong with 3 Musketeers?” Dustin frowned.

“What’s wrong with it?” Doc raised a brow.

“No one likes 3 Musketeers.” Mike shook his head.

“Yeah, it’s just nougat.” Will agreed.

Dustin widened his eyes. “Whoa, ‘Just nougat’? Just nougat? It is top three for me.”

“Top three?” Lucas scrunched up his face.

“Top three!”

“Oh, god. Give me a break.” Mike rolled his eyes.

“Seriously, I can just eat a whole bowl of nougat. Straight up.”

Just then, a kid dressed up as Michael Myers jumped out in front of the Party, growling and waving a fake knife about. The five all screamed in terror, Lucas’s a shrill squeal. The unknown kid had stopped what they were doing when their candy bucket exploded, the candy they had collected thus far spilling out onto the street below them. The Party froze as the kid moved their head down and slowly removed the mask, revealing themselves to be Max. “What the hell?”

Doc could feel the eyes of the boys on her as she gulped, truly embarrassed that she had gotten so frightened. Perking up, she took her candy bag out of the spare bag it was in and crouched down, beginning to put Max’s candy into it. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a spare.”

Max blinked at the girl before also crouching down to help, her head snapping up to the boys. “You guys should’ve seen the look on your faces,” She chuckled, the boys calming down a bit, Mike rolling his eyes in annoyance. Her eyes moved over to Lucas. “And you? Who screams like that? You sound like a little girl.”

The two girls stood, Doc holding the bag out to Max. “Thanks,” The redhead smiled. “Cheap buckets… Anyway, you guys coming? Oh, I heard we should hit up Loch Nora. That’s where the rich people are, right?” She turned away with a short laugh and began down the street. Without a second thought, Doc followed after. Lucas and Dustin quietly cheered and went as well with Will following behind. This left Mike to stare ahead, clearly disappointed, before reluctantly following as well.

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“Who are you? I’m Maria. Will you play with me? Would you like one of my flowers?”

The beeping from the radio nearby distracted El from the film she was watching. Throwing the blanket off of her, she pushed herself off of the couch and ran over to the radio that was beeping morse code. With a hopeful look, she turned her attention to the alphabetical guide nailed to the wall. “L… A… T… E… Late.”

Exhaling through her nose, El shut off the still-beeping radio.

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Will absolutely gushed at his girlfriend as he recorded her with the video camera lended to him by Bob, his mother’s boyfriend. “Get this, Will. Watch.” Doc pointed toward her feet. Will grinned and directed the camera down to her skates. Handing her bag and costume props off to Lucas and Max, she raised her hands above her head and began to do a cartwheel.

She let out a short scream when she started to tumble, but quickly caught herself back on her wheels before she could hit the ground. This nearly gave everyone a heart attack, but when she rose with joyful laughter, they all calmed themselves. “Okay, okay, so I can’t do that yet! But I can do this- Will, are you still recording?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Okay, look,” Carefully raising one foot, Doc grabbed onto it and stretched her leg out as she continued to glide on one foot. “I’ve been working on this for a week.”

The boys, minus Mike, let out their exclamations of awe before Doc set her foot back down, Max handing her pack and bag back to her. “That’s pretty badass, (Y/N).”

“Thanks!”

“You teach me how to roll and I teach you how to board?”

“Deal!” They shook hands.

As the four before him continued to talk and laugh, Will turned the camera to Mike, who was glaring at the group. When he noticed the camera on him, he turned to Will. “Did you agree to this?”

“What?” He lowered the camera.

“To her joining our party.”

“It’s just for Halloween.”

“You should’ve checked with me.”

“Well, (Y/N) invited her and the guys were excited. I guess I thought you’d be okay with it.”

“She’s ruining the best night of the year.”

As the group neared the next house, Doc turned around, the grin she was wearing falling when she saw her brother walking alone behind them. She stopped abruptly as Mike moved past her without a word. Her stomach dropping, Doc skated away from the house, desperately looking around for Will.

“Will?”

She couldn’t see him anywhere in the sea of children.

“Will?!”

Suddenly, a wave of nausea crashed onto Doc and she stumbled a bit with the force of it. When she turned to the right, the feeling only got stronger. Taking a deep breath to brace herself for the amount of unease she was about to undergo, she skated in that direction. Much like with her powers, she played a game of hot and cold until she was stepping down a small staircase. “Will?! Will!” She gasped and dropped down to the boy, who was shaking in fear, his knees pulled tight against his chest. “Hey, what happened?”

As soon as Doc placed her hands on his, her surroundings once again became darker, colder. Will’s frightened eyes widened, as if he was just now seeing her. “W-What the…?”

“Behind you.” He shakily whispered. Just as Doc was going to turn around, Will was shaken and everything went back to normal. The two quickly turned to Mike, who was worriedly staring at Will.

“Will, what’s wrong?” Mike’s attention was solely on him as Doc slowly rose to stand, Will’s spaced out expression stuck on her. “I couldn’t find you! Are you hurt?”

“Holy shit!”

Doc flinched at Dustin’s voice as he, Lucas and Max ran down the stairs and over to them. “Is he okay?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know,” Mike shook his head, beginning to help his friend up. “I’m gonna get you home, okay? I’m gonna get you home. Hold on.”

Doc moved forward to try and comfort Will. “Hey, are-”

“I got him, Doc.”

“Mike, I was here with-”

“I got him!” Doc nearly fell over when Mike pushed her away a little more roughly than he intended. Dustin and Lucas held onto her so she wouldn’t fall, neither of them happy with what had just happened.

“Whoa, whoa!”

“Mike, what the hell?”

“Don’t put your hands on her!” Max also defended.

Doc held a hand to her chest where Mike had shoved her. She wasn’t upset about the fact that she could have fallen over. Mike had never physically harmed her. He would’ve never dreamed of it, the both of them knew that. He could yell and curse and insult as much as he wanted, but it was an unspoken promise that he would never cause physical harm to her. But now that promise was broken, and Doc didn’t know how to feel about that.

Mike hesitated for a split second, regret flashing in his eyes before he began to help the whimpering Will up the stairs. “Keep trick-or-treating. I’m bored, anyways.”

When the two disappeared past the staircase, the three turned to her. “You okay?” Dustin asked.

“I-I better go with them.” She exhaled, following after Mike and Will. When she reached the street, she saw Bob’s camera laying there, forgotten. Doc picked up the camera and searched it for the power button Will had shown her. With a sniffle, Doc turned off the camera and began her way back home.

After removing her skates and setting them by the front door, Doc headed to the kitchen and placed the camera down on the counter before going to the basement. Quietly opening the door, she walked down a couple steps, but stopped when she heard Mike and Will speaking.

“I don’t know. Just… Just please don’t tell the others, okay? I don’t want (Y/N) to worry and… Dustin and Lucas won’t understand.” Will quietly spoke.

“Eleven would.” Mike whispered.

“She would?”

“Yeah. She always did… Sometimes I feel like I still see her. Like she’s still around, but she never is,” He sniffled. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Me, too.”

“Hey, well, if we’re both going crazy, then we’ll go crazy together, right?”

Will chuckled. “Yeah. Crazy together.”

Tears in her eyes, Doc turned and walked back out of the basement, slamming the door behind her.

“(Y/N)?” Karen frowned as her daughter stormed past her and up to her room. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

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Hopper bounded up to the porch while clutching a candy bucket in his hand that he had bought off a child. Opening the screen door, he knocked twice, then once, then thrice. When El didn’t answer, he tried again. He knew he had really messed up when she still failed to answer. “Hey, kid. Open up, alright? Look, I know I’m late. I got candy here, alright? I got all the good stuff.”

Still no answer.

“Please, will you open the door?! I’m gonna freeze to death out here!”

As soon as the locks sounded, Hopper pushed open the door and rushed inside, his eyes scanning the cabin as the door shut behind him. El was nowhere in sight, but neither was the television, the cord snaking all the way to her room, under the closed door and inside the room. With a sigh, Hopper walked up to her door. “Hey, kid. Open up, would ya? I got, uh… stuck somewhere, and I lost track of time. And I’m sorry. El, would you please open the door? El?”

When she still didn’t answer, he sat down on the couch and began to open a piece of candy. “Alright. I’m just gonna be out here all by myself, eating all this candy. I’m gonna get fat. It’s very unhealthy to leave me out here. Could have a heart attack or something. But you know, you do what you want.”

From within her room, El sat before the television, using her power to turn the channel until she got to one that only had static. Satisfied, she picked up a strip of cloth and wrapped it around her head to cover her eyes. She let the sound of the static drown her and when she opened her eyes, she was in the Void.

“It’s day 353.”

Turning to the right, she could see Mike in his Halloween costume, sitting in her old fort and talking on his walkie. She slowly moved towards him as he continued.

“I had a bad day today. I… hurt Doc. I-I didn’t mean to, but… I don’t know. I guess I wish you were here. I mean, we all do. If you’re out there, just please, give me a sign.”

When she reached him, El lowered herself until she was sitting on her knees. As if he sensed her presence, Mike slowly looked up at her with furrowed brows. El stared right back at him with hope in her eyes. “Mike.”

“Eleven…?”

With hesitancy, El slowly reached her arm out in hopes of caressing his face. She was afraid. Afraid of the possibilities. Would he not feel anything? Will he panic and move away? Or would her touching him completely ruin everything? Eleven never did get the chance to answer her own questions, for Mike had given up. With her hand right beside his face, he pushed the antenna down on his walkie and stood up, walking away from the fort. She could have burst into tears right then and there, but she remembered that Mike was not her last chance.

It didn’t take El very long to find Doc. Truthfully, she had searched for her many times more than she had Mike. It was easier to find Doc, all she had to do was reach out for her power. It instantly reached back for her and when she held firmly onto it, she could see a bed in the distance. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was Doc, turning restlessly in her sleep. El knew that Doc was having yet another nightmare, she’d seen too many times when searching for her. She hated that Doc could never get a full night’s rest and she just wanted to soothe her.

El had hoped that gently running her fingers along Doc’s head would lull her into a better sleep, but it did the opposite. As soon as she made contact with Doc, her (e/c) eyes flew open wide.

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“Doc.”

“E-Eleven…?”

She knew she was insane at this point. Right there above her was Eleven, with longer hair and staring right at her in concern. Her breathing labored, Doc flung her body upright. She saw El’s body move so she could be seen, but when Doc blinked, she was gone. “El…?”

Doc couldn’t stop the tears that trailed down her cheeks or the sobs that she muffled into her hands. Any other time, no one would have known that she had just woken up from a nightmare because Doc had been sleeping with a closed door for almost a whole year now, but she had begun sleeping with an open door again. So, her brother had heard her when he came upstairs.

“Doc?” Mike pushed the door open further. Seeing his sister sobbing on her bed, he rushed over to her side. “Doc, what’s wrong?”

“I’m so sick of this…” She blubbered as Mike gently rubbed her back.

“Sick of what?”

“These nightmares! I just got rid of the old ones and now I have new ones! But- But these are worse… I see Barb, I see the Demogorgon, I see the bad men that I killed. I-I see El,” Mike widened his eyes at that. “Every time I try to sleep, I hear voices a-and I feel like I’m going crazy!”

Mike had never felt so guilty. He realized how much of an unsupportive brother he’s been. For a year now, Doc had been helping both him and Will through their emotional times, but no one had ever stopped and asked Doc how she was feeling. She had been through the unspeakable for as long as she could remember. She’d almost been kidnapped and she did what needed to be done to save herself and the people she loved. Mike knew, he always knew that Doc hated what she did. And he had used that against her as a comeback.

Doc sniffled and rubbed her nose. “I don’t even know who I am. I don’t understand a single thing about myself. Every time I think I do, I find something new to be confused about. I-It’s not fair that I have all this baggage that I know nothing about,” She turned to Mike, dried tears stuck to her cheeks. “But I don’t wanna feel this way… Because we have to worry about Will…”

Mike had no idea what to say. He knew that Doc didn’t need anyone to sympathize with her, she got that enough. What she needed was empathy, she needed someone who understood. Mike wanted so badly to empathize with her, but he couldn’t even begin to understand how she felt. Yes, he lost El, but he didn’t lose his past, didn’t go through years of captivity, he’s never had to make the hard decisions and then be haunted by them.

He did hurt her, though. In more ways than one. The least he could do was apologize for that. Before he could, though, Doc had managed to calm herself down just a bit and was settling back into bed. “Can you please leave?”

Mike blinked as she laid down, turning her back to him. “Doc-”

“And can you leave my door cracked open?”

Doc shut her eyes, not even wanting to imagine the possible expression on her brother’s face. She heard his footsteps make their way to her door and the creaking, but never the clicking, meaning he had done as she asked. Exhaling, Doc rolled onto her back, draping an arm over her eyes and wiping away what tears were left.

��Gator Bait, this is Rug Bug calling in.”

Weakly smiling, Doc reached over to her nightstand and picked up her walkie. “This is Gator Bait.” She croaked.

“Are you okay?”

“No. Are you?”

“No…”

Gently shaking her head, Doc let out a breath. “Well, we can be not okay together.”

There was a bit of silence before the crackling of static could be heard again, “Sorry the best night of the year was ruined…”

“What are you talking about? It was still the best because we were together.”

“It was… not the best.”

“Okay, yeah, nowhere near. But it wasn’t a total bust. We got to show off our costumes, we got a bunch of candy and my new skate tricks were documented. I’d say that’s an A for effort, right?”

Will’s chuckle could be heard over the static. “Yeah. An A for effort.”

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[spxnglr]

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 … the outside

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. Dr. Egon Elijah Spengler. 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Hazel. 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 / 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Short, tidy, dark brunette curls. 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 6ft 1.5. 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞. Mostly grey. Almost exclusively vintage suits and slightly colourful ties, when he isn’t dressed for work. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. Underneath that suit he actually bosts quite a toned figure, given how labour-intensive being a Buster can be sometimes. He’s not ripped per se but there’s a faint outline of abs there. Only faint. His smile, too - he hardly ever smiles so it’s a treat when those lips of his curl.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 … the inside

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. Failure. Watching those he cares about getting hurt/killed. Never finding out the answers to the questions he has about his mortality. 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞. Ignorance. Treating the GB equipment as toys. Someone being stubborn with him even though he’s just as, if not even more stubborn. Eating his snacks without his explicit permission. Touching anything in the lab without his explicit permission. Touching Ecto-1 without his explicit permission. 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. To help others. To keep the world safe. To find a way to move on completely from one or two elements of his past. To live a full, content existence and go out on a high - or fall in a blaze of glory, if it means he causes some good by doing so.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 … thoughts

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩. You mean after his fourteen-minute nap a day? “Alright then, back to work.” 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. Fungus. Ghosts. Science. Twinkies. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. “I’ll get to that when I wake up.”

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 … what’s better

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. Books. 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐑 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. A poor question. Next.  𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐎𝐑 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬. He’s indifferent to both.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 … do you

𝐥𝐢𝐞. Only when he has to. 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Most of the time. 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. Again, a poorly-worded question. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞. Too vague. Be more specific.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 … ever been

𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. If lecture halls fit into this category, then absolutely. 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬. Hallucinogenics during college, for scientific purposes. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧. Never.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 … favourites

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Grey, red, green, brown. 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥. Does bacteria count? 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞. He doesn’t watch movies. 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. Street Fighter: Egon VS Walter Peck Special Edition.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 … age

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞. November 21st. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞. 35. 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 24.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 … in person

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. Curious. Open-minded. Not afraid to see the world for what it really is. Light-hearted. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Superficial. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. Again, superficial. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫. Quality time, emotional support, patience.

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 … ’

𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: — my work. 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥: — positive. 𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞: — my Crunch bars. Go away, Venkman. 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬: — being a professor, every now and again. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡: — to do the best I can to help people.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @korinthiakos​ xoxo 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. Hop right on in and steal it. You know you want to. ;)

#𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚄𝚂. (HEADCANONS)

[theselfshippingwitch]

Home for The Holidays (Ray x Violet)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1113

Includes: fluff, gift exchanges, lots and lots of sweets

Summary: As the Ghostbusters take Christmas off, Ray goes to visit with Violet's family

Notes: I just need you all to know that Ray spent Christmas with his girlfriend's family and they all love him and how happy he makes her

“Hi, This is Dr. Peter Venkman. You’ve reached the Ghostbusters, and we’re currently on Christmas Vacation. If you’ve got a ghost problem, leave us a message and we’ll get back to you on the 26th. If it’s an emergency, you can do the same thing. If it’s an end-of-the-world and all humanity level event, we may consider taking the job, but do be warned we will quadruple our prices, and ask to be paid in full up front. Thank you, and Merry Christmas!”

-

“So, what’s the plan?”

Ray had left his and Violet’s house as soon as the work day was done. He and all the other Ghostbusters had had a collective holiday celebration dinner and gift exchange the night before, seeing as all of them had plans for the actual day. 

“Well, tomorrow we drive down to my parents’ house, and we can spend the night in my old room there, and then the day after that is Christmas, and then the day after THAT we visit my grandmother. You remember her? You seemed to get along really well with her boyfriend at Thanksgiving.”

 “Yeah! The guy who used to have a sailboat! He had some great stories.”

“But…” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We have tonight for just us two.” They both giggled as he leaned in and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.  

“Alright then…” He said softly. “How about you and me, the old record player, a fire going in the fireplace?” 

“Hmm…” She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Sounds perfect.” 

- 

They woke up the next morning, limbs tangled up in each other, hair messy. “Wake up, handsome.” She kissed his bare chest. “We’ve got a long drive.”

They take an hours-long drive in Ray’s vintage truck (an early Christmas gift from Violet which Ray absolutely delighted in fixing up and getting into working order) and suddenly they’re in Massachusetts, baking chocolate chip cookies. “Mom always makes too much food. I’m pretty sure after we’re done baking these cookies, we’ll have five different types of cookies in this house. Plus the ones my sister-in-law will definitely bring. Just, be prepared to be eating cookies for the next three weeks, at least.” 

That night, Ray listened amusedly as Violet and her parents reminisced about Christmases past. “...And your brothers would set up their new train sets and you would sit in the middle and just watch as the train went round and round, and God forbid if you touched the train, they’d scream at you, ‘VIOLET!’...”

Violet laughed, and Ray nudged her. “Kinda sounds like Slimer and Peter.” She snickered. 

That night, they all watched her mother’s favorite Christmas movie, then Ray and Violet retired to bed in Violet’s old bedroom, where they rearranged all the stuffed animals so they could both fit on the full size bed. 

-

The next morning, both woke up early, even though they had been told that gift exchanges and Christmas dinner would not happen until that afternoon.Still, the two sat alone in front of the Christmas tree as the sun rose and Violet’s parents were still asleep in their beds. Ray handed Violet an black velvet box about the size of her hand. Inside was a purple crystal heart necklace. “Oh, Ray, honey, it’s beautiful!” She took it out of the box and handed it to him to put it on her. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as his warm fingers brushed her skin gently as he fastened the necklace. “You like it?” he asked nervously from behind her. “I know you wear a lot more expensive jewelry all the time for your photoshoots and con appearances and stuff, but I just wanted to save up and buy you something to make you feel as beautiful as you always are to me.”

“Sweetie…” She turned around and kissed him. “I love it. It’s the most beautiful and special thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. But, you don’t have to save up your money for me. Honey, the most important thing in the world to me is just you.”

He blushed like crazy, and she kissed his cheek. “Now, my present is… well, it’s over here.” She reached under the tree and grabbed a somewhat lumpy, squishy package. When Ray unwrapped it, he found a pink and black striped scarf. “I knitted it myself.” Violet admitted bashfully. “I thought you might like something homemade, but now I feel bad, because you spent so much money on my gift, and I really didn’t spend any on yours…”

“You made this all by yourself? For me?” He smiled fondly at the scarf before unfolding it and eagerly putting it around his neck. 

“Yeah, I did.” She blushed.

He turned to her. “But you’ve been so busy lately! With the outline of your new novel, and the script revisions for the new movie they're gonna make based on your last book, where did you find the time?”

“Honey, I made time. It was important.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “No one has ever done anything like this for me in my whole life. Thank you.”

Violet smiled, hugging him back and smiling softly. “You’re welcome, Ray. I love you. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Violet. I love you, so much.” 

 -

The next day, Ray and Violet went with her parents to visit her grandmother, a white-haired old British woman, who reminded them that it was Boxing Day by pointing out the sweater covered with little gift boxes she was wearing - “It’s my Boxing Day sweater, see the boxes?” - and had even more cookies for them to eat. It was the first day that they had to get dressed up, and Ray’s usual outfit of a sweater vest, button-up shirt, and khakis (which for the holiday were red, maroon, and gray, respectively) was not dissimilar from the one Violet’s grandmother’s boyfriend wore. They spent the day in pleasant conversation, and after they left in the afternoon it was time for them to start the four hour drive back to Manhattan. Once they were back Ray stopped briefly at the house to drop Violet off before immediately returning to the firehouse. 

“Thanks again for letting me take an extra day off, guys.” he told the others.

“Hey, don’t mention it.” Winston said. “We didn’t get that many calls over Christmas anyway, and you’ve got at least 100 days of vacation saved up after not taking any for the four years this company has existed. How was your holiday?” 

Ray smiled fondly. “I think it’s the best one I’ve had in years.”

#ghostbusters #the real ghostbusters #ray stantz #self ship #selfship fic #self insert fic #ray x violet #you may be thinking im a day late but youre wrong to me its still christmas

[karmaalwayswins]

Chief Complaint: "The ghoul clogged my PEG tube."

Patient: Andrea Brookings

Provider: Dr. Sarah Bustamante

Date of Service: October 31, 2023

Triage Time: 0953

Vital Signs: T 97.2 P 85 RR 19 BP 118/72 Pox 98% RA

History of Present Illness: Patient is a 35 year old Caucasian female who presents with chief complaint that her PEG tube has been clogged since last night. She attempted to clear it at home but was unable. Patient has history of a Venkman ghoul infestation leading to occlusion of her mouth. She has subsequently been on tube feeds via PEG tube for nutrition. Per review of the records, treatment of the Venkman ghoul is ongoing with ghoul strength currently 50% decreased from initial. Communication is through patient typing answers on her smartphone. She does not know sign language. Mother is also at bedside aiding with history. PEG tube was placed in April 2023. Tube did require a change in August. Patient denies any chest pain, shortness of breath, abdominal pain, dizziness, change in appearance of her tattoos, or sense of behavior alteration. Denies current pregnancy.

Past Medical History: No diabetes, no kidney disease, no coronary artery disease. Appendectomy. Venkman ghoul infestation with unsuccessful dislodgement attempt. Percutaneous gastrostomy tube placement.

Allergies: Penicillin (rash). Has tolerated keflex in the past.

Medications: Golden newt solution infusions (monthly)

Social History: Patient does not smoke cigarettes. She does not drink alcohol. She does admit to occasionally grinding up marijuana edibles and ingesting them using her PEG tube. Prior recreational use of ghost tears, denies recent use.

Family History: Brain cancer

Physical

General: Adult female, no acute distress

HEENT: Pupils equal and reactive to light. No nasal secretions. Lips gummed closed consistent with Venkman ghoul infestation.

Neck: Supple

Lungs: Clear, no respiratory distress, no stridor

Abdomen: Soft, nontender. PEG tube in place.

Extremities: No edema

Skin: Annapolis spots present on dorsum of bilateral feet consistent with Venkman infestation.

Neuro: Alert and appropriate. Follows commands.

Medical Decision Making: Patient is a 35 year old female with complaint of clogged PEG tube, likely related to ghoul secretions. Attempted to flush PEG tube at time of initial assessment, tube could not be flushed. Will replace PEG tube.

1100: Procedure Note. PEG tube replacement. Merlinmax dose was given as precautionary IV pretreatment due to associated ghoul infestation. Patient with 18 French PEG tube in place. This was deflated and was easily removed. New 18 French PEG tube was inserted into the PEG stoma, passing without difficulty. Balloon was inflated without issue. A confirmatory xray has been checked. Contrast is observed to pass through tube to stomach appropriately.

1128: Patient resting comfortably, is in no acute distress on recheck. Patient to be discharged. She will be advised to follow up with her primary care provider. She will also be advised to continue ongoing follow up with the Leslie Glinda Institute for ongoing Venkman ghoul treatment. She has been advised to make sure she flushes the PEG tube with water four times a day. She has additionally been advised to avoid use of marijuana, as it can increase ghoul secretions. Written discharge instructions and return precautions to be provided.

Disposition: Discharge

Diagnoses: 1. Clogged PEG tube 2. PEG tube replacement

#happy halloween #three circle hospital #emergency medicine #writerscreed #writtenconsiderations #writers on tumblr #creative writing #not sure how to tag my own posts at this point

[ghostbustersregen]

Welcome to the official blog for Ghostbusters: Regeneration, the “soft reboot” novel set 26 years years after the events of Ghostbusters II. 

The story can be read completely free on Wattpad.com here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/266415437-ghostbusters-regeneration

The official blurb for the story is below. Hope you enjoy the book if you do choose to read it!

In 2001, supernatural activity across New York City had all but evaporated, forcing the famous team of paranormal investigators & eliminators, the Ghostbusters, out of business. With their name tarnished by an increasingly exploitative media division overseen by one Peter Venkman, the people of New York have largely forgotten about the real-life exploits of the City’s three-time saviours.

But there are some who still remember. 15 years later, Melissa Coleman is still inspired by her childhood passion for the Ghostbusters and all things paranormal. Risking her dead-end desk job at one of Manhattan’s biggest news networks, she breaks ranks to investigate what may be the first supernatural occurrence in the City in over a decade. Along with her reclusive former best friend and a witness to said paranormal event, she is quickly drawn into a chain of events that will see her cross paths with her aged childhood heroes, help suppress a new paranormal uprising, and bust a few ghosts from her past.

#ghostbusters #novel #ghostbusters II #2016 #wattpad

[oncexinxmyxdreams]

June 8th...you know what that means... HAPPY GHOSTBUSTERS DAY! 

Sorry for the long wait, but here’s chapter 5. Its been tough lately with work. Either way, we’ve got a Central Park setting in this chapter hence the picture. Also, June 8th is the day Peter first met Claire. Yes, I chose that day as reference to that. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13858148/5/Ghosts-of-Venkman-s-Past

#the real ghostbusters #ghosts of venkman's past #peter venkman #claire teague #petaire #fanfic #fanfiction #happy ghostbusters day #June 8th