The concept of Peter Venkman actually being so teriffied of Egon dying when he tried to self-trepanate himself.
The concept of Peter Venkman making jokes and keep arguing about Egon about it because he is so frustrated that Egon doesn't see the dangers. He doesn't see how he mattered to Peter ot Ray and that's what frustrated Venkman so much.
He had a grudge on Spengler for a whole while after, he made fun of him mostly. He was angry, he yelled at Egon the first time in their lifes. He yelled at him how stupid he can about it. The first time Venkman ever lost his cool about anything.
Usually Venkman was a collected guy, he rarely seemd like the type of person to take things seriously, he jokes, he jabs, he deflects. Rarely he actually gets frustrated at people, rarely Egon or Ray see him take things seriously.
Yet at that moment he yelled at Egon, he took away any sharp objects he found in Spenglers dorm for at least 3 weeks, He watched his lob work. He looked after Spengler like a hawk.
He didn't tell Ray anything about it. He simply just did what he thought was right. If he could he would have called a hospital but he heard those horror stories.
It was a secret between him and Spengler, how utterly horrified Venkman was. He told Ray because he needed to tell someone but he deflected. He made excuses "yeah I need Egon still for my diploma" he would joke.
"If egons dead my education would be too", He simply says.
But in reality he didn't know what to do when Egon actually dies.
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If there's one good thing about being a trained Rivaini Seer it's that you and your demon boyfriend can tag team your grumpy boyfriend in bed.
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Mage Half-Elf fem!Rook (Margaux) x Lucanis x Spite
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Lucanis/Sprite referred with occasional they/them pronouns
Jumpscare - Italian Petnames
Explicit (Teasing, Orgasm Denial, Threesome)
“Mar. Marks Him. For Us.” Spite's glow snatched the moment, offering Lucanis’ bare neck to the mage.
A giddy squeal escaped Margaux as she bounced up and down, rhythm of the three fully in motion. Her lipstick had already been ruined, well spread across Lucanis’ face; she freshly blushed, eyeing up and down his muscular throat. “Oh do I now?” She managed to pant, one hand bracing herself on their thigh, the other hooked around their neck, fingers tangled in Lucanis’ downy black hair.
“Please.” Spite’s growl came with a buck, hands affixed on either side of her soft hips keeping her balance and their movement in stride.
Margaux gasped, a squeaky and bubbly noise, trying her best to remember the words to tease. “Su-ch, manners. Good boy- Ahh- Of course, Love.” She smiled wickedly as she leaned forward and roughly met with Lucanis’ neck, wet lips parting and sinking her teeth in, gently, but firmly, and working her tongue against the skin.
Spite let out a pleased hiss that hitched into Lucanis’ shudder. “Nnngh you little demons, the both of you.” His words vibrated against Margaux's lips as she trailed purplish love bites from collarbone to ear, nipping his ear and tittering in joy. Despite his complaints, Lucanis continued to thrust and moan.
“You know you - mhhm - love us~!” Margaux smiled and kissed him proper, her grip on the prince of crows tightening. “Baby, I'm getting cl-close.” She wrapped both arms around them and gripped their back, desperate. Her curly hair falling behind her shoulders as she tilted her head back. Lucanis smirked, and as Margaux arched her back, he halted his vigorous movement.
“W-Why?!?” Margaux whined and ground down greedily, Lucanis twitching against her attempt.
The crow barked out a laugh, pulling his right hand from it's place on her hip and trailing it up her side, across her curves and dips, rudely avoiding her breasts and instead raised it to run through her curly hair. The crow kissed her pouting mouth. “Vita Mia, he wants this even more than you. What Spite did was very naughty.” Lucanis wrapped a curl between his fingers and pressed his lips to the strands, taking in the sweetness of her floral soaps and feeling the magic of Spite rippling through his mind, freshly, angrily flustered at the goading of the scent. It took a lot out of him to contain the spirit and he could see the doubled vision as Spite threw a flash of a tantrum.
“Lucanis! LET! US! ENJOY!” The ghost of the demon shouted, a separate face but the words spilling from his own lips. Lucanis bit his own lip and pulled out, withholding a proper finish.
“Lucanis please!!” Margaux gave her biggest, sweetest eyes paired with a clawing at his back, begging to continue. She continued to shift where she sat, her body begged for relief, to be full of them.
“Just a moment…” Lucanis freed his hand from her hair, and delicately traced the marks Margaux had freshly coaxed across his own skin. Pressure on the fresh bruises stung in a way that made their cock twitch. (No Fair!!! No Fair!!! Mar Did Good Job! Want To Make Lucanis Finish! Make Loves Happy!)) Lucanis squinted his eyes and shook his head as Spite echoed inside his mind. The crow's fingertips wet from where Margaux's tongue had traced. He dragged nails down his own throat, pulling thin reddened lines down the shaved stubble of his neck, brushing through his own chest hair, managing a cruel and teasing phantom touch across his own left nipple before his hand trembled with a violet force. Spite raked the hand the rest of the way down Lucanis’ front, digging his nails into a claw on his thigh, threatening to draw blood. One wrist caught by the demon, perfectly painted nails wrapped around the other, Margaux intertwined her digits with the other hand that still gripped her hip.
The show that Lucanis had made of himself for Spite was making her feel crazed. She needed them inside her now. “Spite, Love, help me out please.”
A gravelly chuckle rasped from Lucanis’ still bitten lip, a bruise forming there as the two before her were teasing themself, Lucanis hard and already starting to leak. Margaux leaned forward with force and kissed them both, sucking Lucanis bottom lip from their own teeth and into her mouth, Lucanis moaning into her breath. Gently, teasingly Margaux eased herself back on their length, humming a series of small whimpers into Lucanis’ neck, his hands still held by both her and the spirit, bond and unable to refuse their pleading any longer.
“Gods DAMMIT!” Lucanis playfully huffed, hearing Spite snicker in his mind as Margaux restored her previous pace. The crow near immediately breaking his feigned annoyance as he rejoined her tempo in thrusting again. As she bounced her breasts heaved repeatedly into his face. Lucanis nuzzled into the softness of her, kissing at her moles, avarice fogging his mind as he lapped at her chest, teeth scraping across her nipples, across her curves as she bobbed and clasped around him. He could see tears forming in her eyes. His own emotions getting the best of him as he quickened his thrusts, getting rougher and freeing her breasts from his mouth, he instead pulled himself closer to her ear, endlessly praising her in the tongue of trade, Antivian, Orlesian, anything his mind could think of, and some things that Spite willed to be known.
“Margaux. Vita, you are so beautiful, doing so well - MAR FEELS. LIKE EXCITEMENT. - You are mesmerizing, we want you to - CUM - Spite! ” Lucanis rapidly frowned as the spirit wheezed an ugly laugh.
Margaux nearly stumbled at her pace as she let out a lightheaded singsong-y laugh, muttering between kissing them. “Oh, Oh ahh, hmm, my loves, oh my loves, my wonderful boys, You are, both, doing so good ahh, Oh - fuuuck!!!” With a last few big hops Margaux convulsed and dug her nails into his shoulders, beautiful black curls haloing her as she threw her head back one last time, incomprehensible cries and euphoria hitting her at last.
Lucanis could feel his vision blur as purple plucked at the edge of his consciousness. Margaux melted into his chest, both hands snaking their way into his hair and she tugged at his roots, Lucanis heaving as his own climax was right on the edge.
“Lucanis. Wants. Needs. To. Finish?” A mockery from his own lips, the crow could almost cry in frustration as the demon inside of him was holding him, wavering on the edge, in a state of agony or ecstasy that could be achieved in this final moment.
“Well, Lucanis, did we do good enough for you?” Margaux's teasing tone breathless as he remained inside of her, she swayed her hips, lulling him along, truly transforming Lucanis’ want into a wretched anguishing need, just as Spite had spoken.
“Ti prego!! Cattivo, Vita! Per Favore!” Lucanis snapped, his body being used by the two of his loves and he couldn't take it anymore, he bucked wildly, Margaux held onto him, both with her arms and herself warm upon and around him. Spite vibrating in his mind, detached his hold on Lucanis' senses, freeing his grasp on the man. The climax finally flashed through Lucanis as the denied orgasm quaked him at last. Spite trilled, a sound nearly like a purr, and ghostly feathers flapped erratically at his people being happy. Lucanis wanted to roll his eyes at the spectral display but Spite had earned his wings tonight.
Margaux let out a satisfied gasp as the shockwaves of Lucanis’ warmth and her trembling self finally parted, pooled heat between the three of them a damn fine mess.
Lucanis kissed her deeply, clumsily. Like it was the only air he'd ever get to breathe again. Margaux giggled once more, freshly exhausted and happy. Her smile was heavenly as she draped herself over his chest, laying on her stomach to look up at him, running her fingers through his beard. “My Loves.” She hummed, eyes glancing from Lucanis’ flushed face and the phantom purple shade, a doubled vision, a near perfect replica, that lazily smiled down at her as well.
“My Loves.” Lucanis responded, one hand wrapped around her back, claiming Margaux and holding her close to his chest, the other extended at his side, resting in the phantasmal purple shadow of wings that embraced him and Margaux both.
“Loves.” Spite's voice thick with emotion, magic, promise, warmed them all.
It sure as hell wasn't conventional but the three had carved out their own version of happiness, together. “Loves.” Love spoke anew. Quietly, calmly, unceremoniously, the three rested together, together, together.
Peter can't say "I love you". He never did not to anyone, not his father, not Dana and certainly not to the other Ghostbusters.
Peter isn't a man that can express his feelings with words. Saying things means he has to show vulnerability and vulnerability means people will leave. People leaving means he is alone and Peter Venkman cannot be alone.
Instead Peter shows his affections with acts of services. He claims he doesn't care, he claims he finds some interest boring from the others or at least not that interesting. Romance movies? the same old. Spores, molds and fungus? blegh. Books about occult, spirits and more? that's basically all his job!
and yet Peter shows and does things he complains about. "not another episode of star trek" he would whine yet sat idly next to Egon as they watched their VHS tapes. "You talked about the spirit guide already" he complains yet listens when Ray goes on another passage, watching how Ray mouths moves. "The junkfood is meh" he would say sarcastically when Winston invited him to another take out place, with good food, because they all know Ray and Egon wouldn't taste new food unless the other 2 already did.
He goes shopping or in other occult bookstores to find mushrooms and books Ray and Egon likes. He looks at expensive watches for Winston. He memorised every order for every take out place from every buster with precise detail.
He knows what makes them calm down. When he sees something that reminds him of one of them he gets it and gifts them. He cooks if Winston is to tired and makes sure they all won't just eat junk food. He distracts them when they are in distress while making jokes.
In reality under all these snarks remarks and asshole-ish personality is a man who was deeply in love with 3 of his male friends, co-workers and businesspartners. Under that was a man who was deeply afraid of these men leaving him. A man who could not say what he wanted and everytime he tries his heart starts beating faster and he felt like he was getting chocked to death.
Peter Venkman was a man who was deeply afraid of comitment. He could not stand labels and being tied to another person and yet...
Peter Venkman was a man who would rather be caught dead than ever leaving Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler and Winston Zeddemore.
I got a lil polybuser thing for ya. How about the busters dealing with one of their group not wanting to group sleep some nights? Bonus if the missing buster really wants to join them, but is having a bit of trouble with it.
Asked and you shall receive
Empty Bed
Someone was missing.
It wasn't necessarily that the person was gone. No, the others knew exactly where he was— He was still missing though. It began 2 weeks ago, actually.
It was a Sunday, a slow Sunday. After a hectic week about another Sumerian god that had ties connected to Gozer Egon Spengler just had to further research. At first no one really noticed, Egon still ate and occasionally showed himself outside of the lab. It started when he declined to go to bed though.
As every day Ray peaked into the lab to see a hunched back Egon, writing calculations in his notes.
"Hey, Spengs," Ray would announce himself while squirting disinfectant on his hands, "It's getting pretty late, huh"
"Indeed, Stantz," Egon agreed, not moving a bit.
Ray stood there and watched, crooking his head to the side, "Winston put the beds together again."
Egon moved his head to the his microscope, "That is excellent, Ray."
The younger man looked at him, "I want you to come to bed with us, Egon."
This made Egon look up, consider his choices but return to his experiment, "I think I am quite well rested, Thank you Ray."
Ray sighed, "If you say so," he walked up to the other still and placed a kiss onto his hair, "We'll wait for you then, love."
Egon had to grin a bit, "I don't think you need to. I'll be quite busy here."
"well, we'll still wait for you," The younger man simply answered, as he made his way back out of the door and then into the bedroom.
Peter and Winston had been laying in bed already. Winston was just fresh out of the shower, he simply wore his pajama pants and had a towel draped over his shoulders. Peter wore a simple wife beater and some boxer shorts, he was laid across the right side of the bed, as he and the darker man talked about whatever came to their minds. Both looked at Ray when he entered the room, without Egon.
"hey any luck on Dr. Fungus?" Peter asked, which resulted into a little jab from Winston.
Ray simply frowned and crawled into the bed.
"Hey It's okay. We'll get him next time," Winston said, more empathetic than Venkman said before.
Ray sighed, "It's okay. He's a grown man."
"That he is," Peter would nod, " but god knows he doesn't act like it someti— Ow! hey!" The man was interrupted by another jab from his lover,Winston.
"Don't listen to Peter," Winston would reply, putting his hand in the younger mans hair. Ray smiled. God how he loved all of them so much.
That would continue for 2 weeks and less visit from Dr. Spengler. Egon was just to focus on this artifact, he didn't even go on Busts, unless absolutely necessary. He didn't know it himself but he felt incredibly awful during that time. He ate less, he didn't take actual showers, just fast cold ones, he slept on the couch, which was incredibly straining on his back. The worst part? even if he wasn't a fan of bodily contact, he craved the sweet touches of his lovers but his research was just far more important.
Each lover he had would try to coax him out of the lab. After the 5th try, he locked the door.
"Ok that's it!" Peter said, as all 3 were were gathered at the door, "I have had it with him!"
"Peter," Winston would scold him, grabbing his shoulder, "let me try again, okay?"
Peter grumbled, "stop gentle parenting him, he has to know!"
Winston just shushed him, "just go to bed already." Peter simply sighed, rolled his eyes and went to the sleeping quarters.
The younger man, who had not say a word about the situation looked at Winston. Winston nodded, there was a silent understanding between them and after that shared moment Ray followed the other scientist to the bedroom.
Zeddemore got out of his spare key to lab, he put it in the hole and slowly turned it. Carefully, he opened the door and peaked inside. If he wouldn't know any better, he would guess this is a room of a mad man..And he would be partially right.
Egon had each white board written on with almost frantic scribbling. Egon looked up from his notebook. His glasses hid heavy eye bags, his hair looks like a mess and overall he wasn't in good shape. Winston could only frown empathetically.
"Ouh, Honey," The darker man said as he walked up to the taller one.
"I'm fine—" the scientist tried to protest as Winston hugged him, pressing his face into his abdomen.
Immediately Egon relaxed into the touch. His hand started to wrap around the mans hips, not letting him go. He closed his eyes and Winston smiled. Egon didn't say a word as he finally felt his exhaustion of his body of non stop working.
Winston looked around the room a bit, he saw Twinkies wrappers, empty chez-its boxes and other candy wrappers laying around. Empty coffee mugs were also sprawled around.
"wanna go to bed, Spengler?" Winston would ask him. He got a nod as response, Egon was even to exhausted to use his words.
The younger man helped the scientist stand up and lead him to the bedroom. Peter and Ray were just on the makeshift bed, kissing and making out. Winston would cough and they stopped.
"sleeping beauty finally decided to visit us?" Peter would tease but Egon could do nothing but glare. Peter blew him a kiss.
Everyone rolled their eyes and Spengler would sway to his closet pulling out his pajama, even extremely sleep depraved he just can't go in his bed with his street clothes. It took him several minutes before he finally fell into the big bed between Ray and Peter. Ray put off his glasses and pulled a blanket over the scientist
Truly, it only took a few seconds before snoring started come out of the scientist and he finally fell asleep.
Each man kissed him goodnight and after the last kiss, from Venkman, he smiled.
Egon Spengler would wake up, well rested, to a breakfast of his liking with people he loved.
He would spend the whole day with each man.
Everything he did was calculated and thought out, down to each and every second.. He has a tight schedule; planned out perfectly every time he wakes up. He wakes up at 5 AM, 2 hours before everyone else. At 5:05, (5:10 at the latest) he takes a shower, spending exactly7 minutes,. and 3 minutes to dry himself off and change his clothes. At 5:25-5:30 he makes coffee and eats what he'd classify as “breakfast, which is most likely bread, a Twinkie, or a chocolate bar.
After breakfast, which he finishes at 5:40 the latest he returned to his lab and started to work there till the others woke up. He worked and documented his fungus collection. He looked at the newest workload they had gotten and put up a perfectly calculated work sheet and plan for everyone. On Mondays he did the same with their chore plan for the week. At 7-8 am the others stand up. First it was Winston. He usually wakes up between 7-7:20 am and visits the lab firstly to say his good mornings, he will drink a sip of coffee after and then go take a shower. Next was Ray, who woke up 5-10 minutes after Winston. He will wait for Winston to get out of the bath in the lab with egon. Yawning, saying good morning and asking what he works on. When he hears the door he will quickly sprint to the bathroom.
The last one was Venkman who gets woken up by Zeddemore at around 7:40-8:00 am. Venkman whines and complains about it like a child. "5 more minuuutes" Egon would hear from the bedroom as Peter got literally dragged out of bed by his feet. He would stand up after and would go to the bathroom right after.
He would take a long time in the bathroom, oftentimes dozing on the toilet. It would be 10-15 minutes. Winston would make actual breakfast after he got Peter out of bed at 8:30 the latest if he was busy. on monday, wednesday and friday it would be bacon and eggs, on tuesday and thursday it would be either pancakes or waffles, definitely something sweeter, Egon likes those days, on the weekend Winston made something more time consuming like french toast or if he felt lazy he went to a coffee shop and got their breakfast sandwiches.
Breakfast would be ready 10-15 minutes later, depending on the day. This would be the first time Egon went out of his lab. He would take some bacon, scrambled egg and toast on certain days and a medium sized stack of pancakes or a big waffle on the others (of course with some whipped cream or maple syrup).
He would eat for 5-10 minutes and would listen to the others tired talking the rest of the time. After cleaning his hands he gave everyone their worksheet of the day and explained their biggest case.
Janine came to work at 8:40-9:00 am. Her official work day begins at 9:30. She would spend the rest of her day enjoying the left over breakfast Winston did and talk to him and the others. Ray would share a cigarette with Venkman and Zeddemore on the roof. Egon would give Janine her worksheets for the day. They would spend the time alone talking about anything and everything. Most often Janine talks about her family, He would listen intently.
During noon they would share the work load. They would do minor busts and other stuff in a team of 2. On monday Spengler would work with Ray, on tuesday he would work with Peter, on Wednesday he would work with Winston, and then it repeats. Once a month if he feels particularly impulsive he would work with Peter on Monday.
In the afternoon they go on more tedious busts. Together in a team of 4. In the night they would do teams of 2 again. On Monday Peter and Winston have their nightshift, on Tuesday it is Egon and Ray, on Wednesday it is Winston and Ray, on Thursday it is Egon and Peter and then on Friday it is Peter and Ray.
He would rarely do any breaks if it isn't for food. At 12-2 pm someone (either Winston or Ray) would get take out and they would all eat together. At 6-8 pm he would get dinner. The rest of the day he would spend his time in the lab, in the basement or with the other busters.
They would meet each other again in their living room and watch star trek or any other movie. The first one going to bed would be Winston, the second Venkman. Egon and Ray would spend a long time awake and either talk about new theories and work on something. Ray would get tired around midnight - 3 am. Depending on Egon's mood he would either stay up or join his partner to the bedroom and fall asleep on his bed.
It was an incredibly mundane and boring life if you don't count the ghostbusting business but he could not be happier.
Authors Notes:
for some reason I am so scared of mischaracterising Egon in specific. So please I hope it was in character and makes sense.
Ray Stantz was a taxi driver. He never wanted to be one. He studied engineering and physics. He was in a family of people interested in the paranormal and he certainly didn't fell far from the family tree.
Born and raised in islip, long island. He wanted to prove himself as a middle child, he wanted to show he can be more. That all his life about believing ghosts has not been useless and yet he never did anything.
Sure he spent his life researching, studying and reading anything about parapsychology and more and he had a bookshop as a side job. Ray's Occult Books. It was small and had rarely any visitors.
Ray Stantz was a lonely man, he lived his life without a wife or kids because he didn't feel like it would satisfy him. Nothing in his life satisfies him where he could say he lives a happy life. If you would ask him he would say "It's okay!"
He was a man in his 60s who felt like he had done nothing in his life because Ray Stantz is a man who has done nothing in his life.
Ray spent his days in his shops and his nights as a taxi driver. He watched TV mostly that's were he heard about the Ghostbusters. He read the books from the 2 of them of course he has and he has been filled with envy ever since.
why? Because they did something Raymond Stantz would never. They used their knowledge and created something. He knew the news outlets and more were just lying about them being wackos but Ray believed it.
Because he could never live with the fact that he didn't do something with his brain. He could never live with the fact that he, Raymond Stantz could avoid this sad and lonely life. So he just didn't.
He became bitter about it and echoed the same sentiment he has been fed. A lot of people his age just did that.
And he swore to never drive to china town. He swore to never drive wackos and he ain't afraid of no ghosts.
And so Raymond Stantz was an old man, who drove taxis to keep his dying business afloat. He had no wife, he had no kids and he certainly had no freinds.
Raymond Stantz, the taxi driver, a normal citizen in new york city.
