Hello!! So I was just thinking in my room sleep deprived and looking at my ghostbusters poster until I came up with smth to request! T_T
Could we get a Egon Spengler x Fem!Reader scenario where they're both married and yknow, SOMETIMES reader comes along because they're forced to basically be there to monitor Egon and force them to sleep. Anyways, there's this one time where they get an alert but first time they go without reader nothing happens because the ghost is more attracted to women....SPECIFICALLY seductive/helpless women (eugh) and so Peter thinks "Hey let's bring reader" they agree except Egon (argument in car blah blah blah). LONG REQUEST SCENARIO SHORT. Everyone splits up. Egon is about to get attacked until the reader comes in and distracts the ghost. Meanwhile the reader flirts (acting) to the ghost. Egon can't help but be a little jealous by the way how they're talking to it. Make it anything you want! Jealous Egon sahakirh krhskqowjq okay thanks!
AHHH thank you sm for being my first ask!! you get this trophy🏆 (i legit jumped around all giddy after seeing this in my inbox) this turned out a lil longer than i expected (lol) but i wanted to do your request justice! hope you enjoy what i came up with<3
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Egon Spengler x Wife!Reader✨
★ w/c: 2k
★ cw: nothing really, just some light angst & fluff, a bit of a miscommunication troupe leading to a small marital spat lol
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“No.”
“Come on, she’s the perfect candidate, Spengler.”
“It’s not happening, Venkman.”
“What’s not happening?”
You stand in the doorway of the kitchen at Ghostbusters HQ, voice carrying as you begin to take off your coat. All eyes turn to you.
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to be walking around the firehouse. Afterall, the whole team knew you were Egon’s wife, caring and devoted, and seemingly the only one able to make him smile over something other than proton valences. But it just so happened that your impeccable timing led you into interrupting an argument over their last (attempted) bust.
Initially, the job was supposed to be easy. A level III free-floating apparition at a hotel in central Manhattan. Nothing too difficult. But when the team approached the spirit’s location as it had come up on the PKE, it was nowhere to be seen. That didn’t stop the pest from attacking them with flying dishes and candelabras though…
Unable to land a hit on the ghoul, Egon and Ray hit the books and quickly discovered they were dealing with something closer to that of a succubus or incubus. All the sightings of the spirit were documented by female guests at the hotel…and that led Venkman to, what he thought was, the perfect plan.
“That’s why you’d be the perfect option to help,” Venkman says with a smile and a hand on his hip. Egon looks just about ready to strangle him.
“Peter, I already said–”
“Okay,” your voice stops Egon’s protest and focus lands on you again. “If it’d be helpful, I have no problem tagging along. Not like it’s the first call I’ve been on with you all.”
With a mention of your name, Egon moves over to your side, a hand falling to your waist in the way only he’s allowed to hold you, “I don’t know if this is the…smartest idea.”
“Doesn’t sound like you all have many other options,” you reply back with a small quirk of your brow.
He loves when you do that, challenge his opinions, keep him on his toes, but not right now. Not when he’s wanting to keep you safe— to keep his own sanity.
Ray joins the conversation, hoping to sway the vote, “Spengs, she does make a fair point…” Winston just watches, waiting for some decision to be made either way.
After a little more grumbling and groaning, you all load up into the Ecto-1, gear in place and ready to go.
— ★ —
The drive over is fairly silent. Peter and Winston are seated in front, bickering over Venkman’s ability to drive. Ray’s sitting a row away, tinkering with some device. And that leaves you and Egon, side by side in the back.
He’s quieter than usual, not that it’s entirely odd. Even the slight scowl on his face is fairly normal Egon behavior.
But this feels different.
After a long moment, you smile over to him. He sighs and tries to give a small smirk back. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Hey,” you say softly and push his hair back behind his ear. You know he loves it when you hold his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong…” He grumbles quietly back. You know better.
“Egon, really.” You continue to prod, “You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Communication’s–”
“Important. I know,” he sighs softly.
You’ve had this conversation at length, and he never means to trouble you like this with his difficulty finding the words, of being open and honest. Really he doesn’t. Eventually, he lets up, the words (of course) blunt.
“I just don’t like the idea of you coming on this call.”
The feeling that settles in your gut at the words isn’t entirely unfamiliar. After he’s the brilliant scientist turned ghost hunter, and you’re just the one making sure he gets enough sleep so he doesn’t keel over one day. You keep your voice steady and your feelings in check.
“Why not?”
“It’s not exactly safe.”
“I know that.”
Egon huffs softly, “I just mean…”
“I know what you mean.”
The words come out a bit harsher than you intend them to, but before he can get another word in, the vehicle comes to a stop.
— ★ —
By the time you all split up to search the building, Egon’s head is reeling.
Emotions aren’t his forte. He can analyze variables all day long but it’s not exactly the same with facial expressions and verbal responses.
While he’s not exactly the best at interpreting emotions, he can tell when you’re upset. Like the time he ‘borrowed’ your walkman to fix a wire on the spectral analyzer. It took him a whole two weeks and a trip to radioshack to get back on your good side.
“I know what you mean.” You had said it in B flat. He has your speaking mannerisms down to a science for sure.
Clearly, you’re upset, but this is different somehow. And he hasn’t exactly figured out why.
Egon walks through the halls of the hotel and dips into the kitchen. The space is cleared out, it now being a late hour of the evening. PKE meter in hand and outstretched, he hopes to find the ghoul before it finds you. Despite the recent squabble, he would never want something happening to you.
All of a sudden, a large crash sounds behind him. He jumps, turning and looking around for the source of the sound at least. His eyes go wide when he sees it: a whole set of sharpened knives free floating and pointed directly at him.
“Oh god…” He says softly, not knowing much else to do. He braces for impact, arms pulled up close to his face, when–
“Hey!”
The knives clatter to the floor almost a second later.
When Egon finally gets the braves to pull his hands from his eyes, he sees you…standing right across from the spirit.
The ghost, finally visible, is a full body apparition, appearing male, dressed in some type of tattered suit. He seems suave yet still dangerous and dated, like something out of a 20s mobster film. He seems to be staring back at you, almost as entranced as Egon is in the present moment. And you stand in between the two of them, breath drawn and prepared to brawl.
“Hey…ghost…” You repeat, voice a bit more hesitant than last time.
“Hey yourself, doll…” He smiles back, the vision almost charming, were he not some sort of manifestation of the dead.
Eyes wide as saucers, you almost expected the ghoul to be silent or at least not reply in such a…seductive voice? He takes a step closer to you, seemingly forgetting about the third party in the room.
“What? Surprised I have such an eye for beauty?” The ghost laughs back.
Egon opens his mouth, your name on his lips before the spirit flicks his wrist and sends him flying off to some corner of the room. Your hand moves to cover your mouth covering your small gasp. You’re just about ready to charge, when the ghoul summons you closer as well.
“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” he says, a finger moving gently under your chin.
You make no move to protest, eyes stuck on the being in front of you. A moment later, your eyes flicker over his shoulder to Egon just barely recovering, face drawn in a scowl. You quickly focus back on the ghost and decide on a plan.
“You’re…fairly charming yourself.”
Egon glares back, unbelieving of what you, his wife, just said. His proton pack powers on.
The ghost just smiles back at you, hand moving gently to your waist. “Oh you think so, huh? Good to know.”
You just smile right back, keeping up the playful little game you’ve started. “Definitely the most charming ghost I’ve met by far.”
“And have you met many?” He huffs a small laugh.
“You’d be surprised…” You giggle right back.
He settles into a patient smile and pulls you in even closer. “Glad to know I’ve beat the competition. And what about the more…comporeal beings?” He asks, noticing the ring on your finger.
You swallow glancing down at your finger as well and decide to double down on your efforts, “I’d say you’re far more interesting.”
“Hm,” He hums, the sound turning to a small giggle. Eyes flick to your lips. He leans in, “Well then how about we—“
His statement is cut off abruptly as the blast of the proton pack shocks the ghoul. In a flash, a ghost trap slides across the floor and the spirit’s boxed up for good.
You let out a sigh of relief.
— ★ —
“Now that’s what I call an open and shut case, ladies and gentlemen!”
Beers clink as the team sits around the same table they did hours before, celebrating another win. Peter’s boisterous voice blares across the small crowd and he ushers you into a small side hug.
Ray raises his beer in solidarity before taking a swig, while Winston laughs along too.
You giggle, happy to see everyone in such high spirits after a fairly stressful 24 hours. That is until your eyes casually drift over to your husband, who’s currently trying to sneak off.
You appear in the doorway to the lab a few moments later with a soft smile and joking tone.
“Did Venkman finally annoy you enough to run away entirely?”
Egon glances up at the sound of your voice. He sighs a small attempt at a laugh, “No…no.”
You climb down the final step of the staircase and walk over to his side. Your hand moves to his hair, pushing it back behind his ear, but he stops your hand. He gently moves your palm down, clutched tightly in his own.
“What’s wrong?”
Egon closes his eyes for a moment and grumbles. “Nothing.”
A soft breath out in frustration, you stand firm and decide to finally push the subject. “I get that you think I’m not cut out for this or capable like you are, but you don’t have to try and hide it, okay?”
As the words spill out quickly, Egon stares back, genuinely surprised. “I didn’t— I did not say that.”
“You don’t have to say it,” you justify. “Your actions say enough. You didn’t want me going on the call and then on the ride there–“
Egon says your name softly and you quiet down. He stands from his seat and moves closer to you silently.
“I didn’t want you getting hurt, and I didn’t want, well…” he stops short.
Your eyes stay trained on him and you squeeze his hand lightly.
He continues, “You’re more than capable. More than adequate. I just…I don’t like the thought of you finally realizing I’m not.”
“What?”
He sighs softly, willing himself to continue. “I knew the particular subset of skills required for this call and seeing you…conversing with the spirit…”
“Egon,” you say softly, “I was acting.”
“Acting or not, one can infer–“
“One can infer nothing.” He looks back up at you, silently staring. Your head gives a small shake. “Do you have any clue why I married you?”
“Because of a genetic imperative to find an adequate mate and produce offspring.”
“Because I love you.”
His face heats up a bit as he keeps his eyes trained on you. The words process. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” you smile back and move in closer, he easily lets you. And you push up to press a kiss to his forehead. He leans into the feeling. Nothing else feels quite as nice as when you hold him dearly.
summary: ray invites a psychic to help them on a job
pairing: ray stantz x psychic!reader
word count: 1.8k
a/n: this turned out so long and is kind of niche but dr. ray stantz if you read this im free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on Thursday night when i’m free.
Spooks and specters aside, Ray liked to think that he was a reasonable, level-headed man.
His friends, however, tended to disagree.
“C’mon, Ray, you can’t believe everything this crack says just ‘cause they’re a smokeshow,” Peter chastised him from the passenger seat.
“I consulted with multiple colleagues before I even thought about using their services. I will have you know that—”
“Ah, and I’m sure those colleagues had a plethora of scientific backing.”
“You weren’t even there,” Ray scoffed, “if you would just set your biases aside for one second, one second—”
“OH, please!”
“—you might actually learn something valuable!”
“You know, this is getting ridiculous, Ray.” Peter shook his head, looking out the window.
“Ridiculous, I’m being ridiculous, that’s rich.” Ray muttered to himself.
Egon’s monotone voice broke through from the backseat, “The accuracy of the reading was quite impressive.” He didn’t bother looking up from the gadget he was toying with.
“Thank you!” “Not you, too!” Ray and Peter exclaimed in unison.
“Look, Ray,” Peter turned in his seat to face his friend, “a few lucky guesses doesn’t mean someone’s qualified.”
“Last I checked, you didn’t have any better ideas.” Ray retorted.
“Just because I don’t have any better ideas doesn’t mean this is our only option.”
Ray cut the wheel sharply into a parking spot, narrowly avoiding the other parked cars as Ecto-1 jerked to a stop.. “Pete, our equipment isn’t giving us accurate readings, the spirit is non-communicative, and there are too many objects to know which one it’s attached to. This discussion. Is. Over.”
Three car doors were flung open—only two slammed shut.
”What happened to ‘I’m not stepping foot in that scammer’s lair’?” Ray threw over his shoulder.
“If you think I’m letting you go in there alone to get manipulated by a con artist, you’re even crazier than I thought,” Peter scoffed, “especially now that Spengler’s compromised.”
“I can assure you that I am not compromised.”
“Whatever, Pete,” Ray pushed open the door to the apartment complex, “just…don’t be yourself.”
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Peter lectured Ray the entire way up to the fifth floor, and was about to octuple down on his argument when the plain door opened, cutting him off.
The psychic smiled warmly at the trio.
”Dr. Stantz, Dr. Spengler, welcome back,” they moved aside, gesturing them into the apartment, “and you must be Dr. Venkman. Welcome, my name’s Y/N.”
Y/N extended a hand, and Peter gave it a brief shake.
“Yeah, pleasure’s all mine.”
If looks could kill, Ray would’ve killed Peter a long time ago.
”Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Y/N.” What Peter gave in sarcasm, Ray made up for in sincerity.
”It’s no problem at all—please, take a seat.”
Ray promptly sat in the plush chair closest to Y/N, and Egon took the other, leaving Peter sitting on a low cushion on the floor.
Y/N gave them another smile, “What can I do for you gentlemen?”
”Well—“ Peter began, but was promptly cut off by Ray.
”We have a job, you see. A client recently inherited his great-uncle’s estate, but there’s this poltergeist—real nasty one. We think it has an attachment to something in the house, but we can’t figure out what.”
Y/N nodded, “Hm, I see.”
Peter butted in, “These goofs were hoping you’d come to the house and be their ghost hound.”
”Peter.” Ray gave him a warning look.
”And I take it you don’t want my help?” Y/N raised an inquisitive brow.
”I mean, don’t get me wrong. I appreciate that you need to make a living. I’m just not buying it.”
“I am so sorry about him, Y/N,” Ray started.
Y/N just laughed, their focus still on Peter.
“Last week. You were on a date—she was a little too young for you, by the way.”
Peter opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N cut him off.
”You thought you were going to get lucky, but she got cold feet, kicked you out of the car and drove off with your pants. Left you there, hanging in the breeze.”
”How did you—“
”There’s a man with you, he saw the whole thing. Says his name’s Bill. He couldn’t wait to tell someone about it.”
Peter gaped at Y/N, speechless for possibly the first time in his life. Images of his late uncle Bill flashed in his mind. He had always found humor in other people’s misery.
Y/N turned their attention to Ray, who was already looking at them in awe. “I would be happy to help,” they briefly looked over his shoulder with a warm smile, “your mother says hello, by the way. Lovely woman.”
“Th-thank you.” Ray stammered a bit.
“You were actually my last appointment of the day, if you would like to go now.”
Peter shot up from the cushion, heading toward the door. “Great, let’s go.”
He just wanted to get Y/N out of his life before they could reveal anything else about him.
”Don’t mind him.” Ray smiled at Y/N apologetically.
“Oh, trust me, I won’t.” Y/N beamed back, grabbing their things and following Ray out the door.
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Ray guided Y/N into the passenger seat, much to Peter’s chagrin.
He was back to his usual self, leaning up from the backseat and gripping the back of Ray’s seat as he questioned their new addition.
”So these people—spirits—are just watching us at all times.”
”Well, yeah,” Y/N laughed softly, “unfortunately, they don’t have much else to do.”
Peter sat back in his seat, looking mortified.
”Really makes you reconsider how you act, right?”
Peter thought for a moment.
”Nah, nothing Casper can do about it, anyway. Bunch of creeps.”
Ray scoffed. “Very inspirational, Pete,” he snuck a glance at Y/N, “I know I’ll be thinking twice the next time I pick my nose—figuratively speaking, of course. I do not pick my nose.”
“Of course,” Y/N laughed, “but really, you can’t stop living just because you might have a few spectators.”
”See, they get me.” Peter lightly slapped Ray’s arm before he turned into the driveway and put the car in park.
Y/N exited the car, looking up at the house.
”Are the owners home?” They inquired, glancing at Ray.
”No,” he lightly jingled his keyring, “they gave us the spare key while we figure this out.”
Y/N looked back at the house.
”Oh…well, there’s a woman upstairs. She looks upset.”
”Yeah, they must be pretty angry. Keeps throwing things around and killing the power.”
”No,” Y/N frowned, starting toward the house, “she looks…sad.”
Ray followed Y/N, unlocking the door and guiding them to the staircase.
”I think you may have this ghost misunderstood. The energy here is…” Y/N paused, thinking, “low…but I don’t think there’s anyone here that means harm.”
The pair moved through the house, Peter and Egon left down in the foyer.
”Activity has been most concentrated in the master bedroom, the door to your left.” Ray nodded at the slightly ajar door. “We think that what we’re looking for is in there.”
Y/N wordlessly nodded and walked to the bedroom, pausing abruptly in the doorway.
”Oh, hello,” they greeted the air in a soft voice.
Ray craned his neck from the hallway, seeing nothing in the room. Y/N, however, had their eyes trained on the vanity.
”I see…” They shot a solemn look at Ray. “She’s been here for a long time.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Ray rubbed his chin, “our clients said this activity was new.”
”The activity may be new, but she isn’t.” Y/N now stood by the vanity, lightly trailing their fingertips across the assorted beauty products, jewelry, and papers strewn across the surface. “She stayed back to be with her husband, at first…but now that he’s gone…”
Ray nodded sympathetically, “she doesn’t know how to move on.”
Y/N opened a small drawer with a sigh, picked up an envelope, and gently pulled out a yellowed piece of paper.
”She wrote it for her husband.” Y/N’s eyes scanned the letter. Before long, a tear fell down their cheek and they folded the letter up before reaching back into the envelope and pulling out a small ring.
Y/N slipped both the letter and the ring back into the envelope, wiped the tear from their cheek, and turned to Ray, handing him the letter.
”Here,” their voice sounded small, like they were taking on the pain of the spirit, “you’ll have to burn it…hopefully she can find him.”
Ray silently followed them out of the room, out of the house, and back into the car. Peter was asking Y/N and Ray a new question every other second, but Ray simply brushed him off as Y/N rested their head on the window, looking drained.
The rest of the drive was quiet, and Ray offered to walk Y/N to their apartment upon arrival. He shot Peter a look, silently letting him know to not follow.
The silence continued the whole way to their door, where Y/N cleared their throat and looked at Ray. “Thank you for walking me.”
”It’s no problem,” Ray smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels, “it really affects you, doesn’t it?”
Y/N sighed, looking down at their hands, suddenly very interested in the rings adorning their fingers.
”Only sometimes,” Y/N sighed again, “when I’m too empathetic for my own good. I just couldn’t imagine…being left behind like that.”
Ray reached out to lightly grasp their upper arm. “Well, hey…at least there’s folks like you here to help those left behind, right?”
”Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Y/N met his gaze, “thanks, Ray, really.”
”Anytime.” Ray gave their arm a light squeeze and dropped his hand to his side.
Neither of them moved to retreat.
”Well…I’ll let you get back to your work.” A slight blush powdered Y/N’s cheeks, and they suddenly felt embarrassment blooming in their chest.
Before the door could close between them, however, Ray stepped forward.
”Wait!” He blurted, feeling an embarrassment of his own creeping in. “Can I…see you again?”
Y/N gave him that warm smile that made him feel like they were the only two people on Earth.
”You know where to find me.”
Ray lingered at their door for a moment after it closed, feeling light, before retreating back to the car.
”Oh, no!” Peter cried out as Ray slid into the driver’s seat. “I know that look! Don’t tell me you’re gonna start bringing them around on a regular basis—I do not need any more spirits airing out my business.”
Egon cut in from the backseat, “I, for one, would enjoy hearing more of what Bill has to say.”
”Well I never want to hear from Bill ever again,” Peter gave Ray a serious look, “Oh, don’t smile, Ray. It’s a serious breach of privacy. You can’t expect me to—“
Ray turned up the radio, drowning out Peter’s wailings.
He drove into the night, the smile never leaving his face.
This OOC moment in Ghostbusters Afterlife is vile to me.
Why have Ray say those hateful things about Egon? Egon would never have up and left him for no reason.
Unless... they were something more. Unless Ray and Egon were more than lab partners. Unless Egon had been keeping a secret from Ray that destroyed the trust between them. Unless Ray was still hurting and angry over something Big.
I still feel like Ray would have believed and helped Egon to the end. "We're ready to believe you," was their commercial after all. And Ray is the biggest Believer of the bunch. He's still in his Occult shop when Winston and Venkman have gone on to other careers.
(Side note: Why have Ray remember the Reagan years fondly? He was calling spoiled Reaganite upperclass kids "yuppie larva" in GB2 in 1989. Ray's a badass, a contrarian. An Occultist. A New Yorker. Come on, don't fuddyduddy my man.)
When I wrote Ghostbusters: Resurrection, I had to answer some questions for myself. Is Ray lying in this scene, in this phone conversation with Phoebe about Egon? If not lying, what is he omitting? Why did Egon really leave Ray? Why was Callie kept secret from the other Ghostbusters? Was she? How could Egon have a secret kid? Are we supposed to believe that in GB1 & GB2 our beloved Egon knows he has a daughter and just never mentions her? Could I figure out a way to make it work in canon and in character?
Do you remember Ray's line, in the first ten minutes of GB1, where he says to Peter that Pete and Egon have never been in the private sector and Ray has? What if during Ray's journey into corporate engineering, during their brief time apart, Egon dated Callie's mom for a short while?
Here's chapter 3 of my story, in which I answer some of these questions. It's a flashback scene, to 1995, the story of Ray and Egon's break up.
Ghostbusters: Resurrection.
Chapter 3
1995
The story Ray gave Phoebe over the phone when she'd called the old Ghostbusters' number from jail is not the whole story, of course. Ray isn't a great liar but he can leave a few things out of the truth.
Egon didn't just leave in 1995, Ray kicked him out. He hadn't quite meant to.
Ray had been so worried. And Egon wouldn't talk to him about it. His husband had always been intense, obsessive. But for the past two years, he had been beyond hyperfixated. Frantic. Scary.
Egon was working in the lab on something at night. Wouldn't sleep. Didn't always come home to their apartment. Had a lot more nonverbal episodes. Was refusing to eat actual meals. Scribbled in his notebook constantly. He was always preoccupied. Wouldn't go with Ray on the few ghost calls that still came in. When Egon did talk, it was about Shandor and Gozer and selenium again. It didn't seem to be wearing off, unlike other obsessive phases.
So one day, when Egon was teaching at Columbia, tenure being the only reason the increasingly erratic professor hadn't been fired yet, Ray didn't go to his bookshop for the day. Instead, he'd invaded Egon's privacy.
Egon had a locked desk drawer. It had always been locked and Ray had never seen him open it. Ray didn't think anything of it. He knew Egon so well, he thought, he really didn't care what Egon had in there. Spores, most likely.
A stressed and desperate Ray picked the desk drawer lock, looking for evidence of dementia or drugs or a brain tumor or something.
Ray found something all right. Callie.
Ray had been thrown for a loop when the drawer was full of pictures of a little blonde girl, growing into a teenager. Her drawings, a couple book reports, report cards and other kid stuff. Along with some coldly worded notes from Carole, Egon's ex girlfriend who he'd dated way back in 1981, during Ray's private sector period.
Ray went to the restroom and threw up. Then he came back to the desk and read it all.
When Egon came home, Ray hadn't even tried to hide what he'd been up to all day. He was red eyed and exhausted. Furious, sad and overwhelmed. Sitting in the living room with all the evidence spread across the sofa and coffee table.
Egon stepped inside, dropped his briefcase, and started frantically scooping it all up in his arms, his overcoat flapping like a cape behind him. He looked demented. Like a stranger.
"You're not even gonna say anything?!" Ray had yelled. "Well, you've kept quiet all this time, Spengler, I guess you might as well keep shutting me out!"
He knew Egon couldn't always talk, especially when things felt too intense. Ray never held it against him. He was just over the edge himself. In meltdown, sometimes Ray said exaggerated things he didn't quite mean.
"What the hell, Egon? You're a father!"
"No, I'm not," Egon shook his head, looking down, clutching the pictures of Callie to his chest.
"That is your kid," Ray's eyes darkened with rage at the denial. "Look at her fucking smile, Egon!"
"I do have a child. A daughter named Callie. I'm not her father. I'm nothing to her. She hates me," Egon sounded robotic. He went to his desk and reverently laid the pictures there. Began to sort them back into order.
"Egon, how long have you known about her?" Ray couldn't get his mind around this. Egon fathered a child and didn't tell him about it. How could that be the reality they were now occupying?
You'd have to know Egon very well to see how upset he was, how ashamed and scared. Ray did. He could tell Egon was cracking inside, despite his flat, calm voice as he said, "Since 1992. When she was 10, her mother, Carole, contacted me to request my medical history. Callie had autoimmune issues and they needed information. It was the only reason she ever even told me. I told Carole she could have everything she wanted to know, if she would just send me pictures. Let me learn about our daughter. She did, under the condition that I not contact Callie directly."
Egon's voice wavered, but he couldn't look at Ray, "Carole never stopped hating me for loving you instead of her, Ray. My little girl thinks I abandoned her and never cared about her."
"Three years! I can't believe you kept this from me for three years, Egon you jerk!" Ray would not let his empathy outweigh his outrage at the betrayal. Not yet. Not until it was too late. He had worked up a horrible head of steam that was exploding all over them both.
"Ray, it didn't- I just- Gozer is-" Spengler tried to find the words.
"Don't you dare mention Gozer at a time like this!" Ray slammed his fist on the desk, furious at Egon for bringing up the G word now. How dare he get back on that shit and change the subject!
"I didn't know how to tell you and then I'd kept quiet about it too long and I couldn't find a way. I just..." Egon broke. Finally he looked at Ray, tears streaming down his handsome face, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to keep her a secret this long. I didn't know what to do! I didn't know how it would change things between us if you knew! I'm so sorry!"
Ray glared back at him. "Not acceptable."
"Ray, I-"
"I need you to get out. I'm going to go get a hotel room or something. You better not be here when I get back in the morning," Ray had said, needing space suddenly to maintain his righteous outrage. Egon had done him deeply wrong and Ray was going to stay mad for at least a couple days this time. Nevermind that he already wanted to hold him and comfort him. Egon looked shattered. Ray would cave immediately if he didn't run away right now.
So Ray stormed out in a huff. Drove all the way to Winston's place over the state line. Stayed for two days. Cried a lot. Kept Winston and Tiyah up half the night talking it out. The third day, he called home but it just rang and rang. In a panic, he'd jumped back in his car and sped back to New York.
He'd found Egon and all of their old ghost busting equipment gone.
Ray had only wanted Egon to leave their apartment for a couple days, to give Ray space to process this astounding new information. Ray wanted time to reregulate and get some perspective. He hadn't meant that he'd wanted Egon gone for good. Not forever. Not like this.
But Egon had taken him literally and left. No one heard from him for two years.
Ray was heartbroken. He never recovered. Never dated anyone else. If Egon, his soulmate, the only person who'd ever truly known him, had deceived him that way, how could he trust anyone again? Stantz closed up. Hardened. Went through life mostly alone.
Until now.
Now Ray is living with a ghost husband in his apartment, an Egon who doesn't talk, who just fills the place with a silent, intelligent presence. It isn't all that different from when he was alive, actually. A looming, sentient force that quietly keeps Ray company while he bustles around the shop. It's familiar. Comfortable. Ray feels happier than he has in many long, lonely years.
Now Dr. Raymond Stantz just has to make amends to Callie, earn the trust of Phoebe and Trevor, and become a Scientist and Ghostbuster once more. Then, he'll save the world.
Pet names I feel the ghostbusters would use for their s/o
(Disclaimer: these come from my personal ideas I use for my au, I wanted to share!! ^^
Also I have adhd so I like to make the words a bit larger and spaced out because for me personally that’s easier to read and idk if anyone else may be the same!!)
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Egon Spengler
He isn’t the biggest on pet names, preferring to call you by your own name mostly. However, sometimes you’ll catch him calling you ‘dear/my dear’ or ‘love/my love’ and sometimes darling. He sticks to more formal type pet names or again, just your name <3
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Peter Venkman
Peter is Definitely more about pet names than Egon is. He uses a lot and often, more than he says yoir actual name.
Babe is one of the main ones along with kitten and doll.
A lot of pet names are random stuff he came up with that also might be mildly embarrassing and playful like ‘sexy thing’ or ‘hot stuff’ etc
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Ray Stantz
Ray loves using pet names with you. He finds it endearing and he just can’t help it.
Some of his favorite are sweetheart, darlin’, baby, (he calls Angela Angel a lot) honey/hun, sometimes dear and rarely have
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Winston Zeddemore
Winston finds pet names a form of affection between the two of you. He likes people to know youre his and he’s proud of it.
When/if you two get married he loooves getting to refer to you as “his wife” or “Mrs Zeddemore”
He also likes using ‘baby’ often times or ‘my girl’, sweetie, sugar, and beautiful
A.N. I've had this idea since, about a year ago. So now I'm putting it to paper so to speak. Under a read more to prevent a long post.
Groundhog Day (But with Proton Packs)
It’s ridiculous honestly, them thinking they could really do anything to me.
I watch them from the walls, from the dust motes dancing in the shaft of sunlight they let in when they kicked that damned door open.
Four of them, clad in identical tan suits, laden with clanking and whirring machinery. They move with a purpose so transient it’s almost charming. They shout names at each other—Venkman, Spengler, Stantz, Zeddemore—as if names have any meaning here, in this place I have saturated.
The loud one, Venkman, is already making a joke about the condo’s decor. “I’ve seen more spiritual resonance in a motel room, and I mean the kind you rent by the hour.” He grins, a flash of white in the gloom. He doesn’t sense me. None of them do, not truly. Their devices whine and chirp, measuring the symptom, not the disease.
The tall, thin one, Spengler, adjusts his glasses, frowning at a meter. “Fascinating. The P.K.E. fluctuation is constant but non-aggressive. It’s as if the entity is… observing.”
Oh, I am, I think, the thought rustling through the drywall like a sigh. I am observing the same moment I have observed ten thousand times before. You are just new to it.
The sturdy one, Zeddemore, hefts his particle thrower. “Well, let’s give it something to look at. On three?”
They fan out with a practiced, futile rhythm. The enthusiastic one, Stantz, is practically vibrating. “It’s a Class 4, at least! Maybe a minor elemental! The patterns suggest a localized temporal recursion!”
He’s closer than he knows. Recursion. A loop. A closed circle. My domain.
I allow myself to coalesce, not out of necessity, but out of a boredom so deep it has become a geological feature of my being. I draw form from the memory of smoke and old incense, from the echo of prayers offered on this ground a thousand years ago. I am not a monster. I am a consequence. A god of the hearth turned bitter by the loss of my hearth, my power reduced to holding a single, irritating moment in a deathless grip.
I appear before them, a shimmering, humanoid shape of grey and gold light, featureless save for two dark, placid pools where eyes might be.
“Whoa,” Venkman says, his bravado only slightly dented. “Talk about a wallflower. You gonna put up a fight, pal, or just stand there and look profound?”
I speak. My voice is not a sound, but the feeling of a page turning in a book no one will ever read again. “You are a stain.”
Stantz blinks. “A… stain?”
“A stubborn one. On the fabric of this day. You have been tracked in. You will be cleaned out.” I am not threatening them. I am describing a process, like erosion.
“Yeah, well, this stain’s got a bleach gun,” Venkman quips, and nods. “Light ‘em up!”
They fire.
Streams of coruscating proton energy hit the space where I stand. They pass through me. They always do. I am not here in the way they understand. I am everywhen in this place. The energy dissipates, grounding itself in the walls, the floor, in the very concept of the room. It is a light show. A ritual.
I feel the familiar tug of their ghost trap, its whine a mosquito’s buzz. I let a fragment of myself—a wisp of annoyance, a shimmer of static—be drawn into its confines. It slams shut with a satisfying clang.
“Got it!” Stantz crows, slapping the side of the trap.
They are smiling, relieved, already slapping each other on the back. They think they have done something. They have no idea they have just swallowed the bait.
Zeddemore hefts the trap. “Easy money.”
I watch them leave, their footsteps echoing down the hall, their laughter fading. The door swings shut.
Silence returns.
I am still here. I am always here.
The sun outside the window dips below the skyline. Darkness fills the condo. Then, with the inexorable turn of a wheel that goes nowhere, the light begins to return. The faint sounds of the city restart. A bird chirps the same chirp.
And in a firehouse not far away, four men will wake up.
I don't actually have a name for this fic so if anyone has any ideas let me know! I'll probably post it on Ao3 when I finish the first chapter.
The chapters will switch between Melody and Phoebe's plotlines as they'll be separated during the fic.
This is my first time writing a fic so all feedback will be appreciated! Let me know if I should post it!
Blurb for the fic under the cut:
Phoebe misses Melody, she can't cope without her and eventually slips into a cycle of self destructive behaviour. She needs Melody more than anything, she was her everything.
But she knows that she's gone and can't come back.... Right?
Meanwhile Melody has finally passed on to the afterlife and she begins to realise that her family resents her, never quite forgiving her for the devastating fire that destroyed the diner; and their lives all those years ago.
Melody misses Phoebe greatly, after all she was the only person she had truly connected with since her death. So she makes a decision; she has to find a way back. For Phoebe and for her.
But it's impossible to escape the afterlife...
right?
Warnings - None
Word count - 1.1k
Genre - Fluff
Summary - Both Lily and Egon secretly develop feelings for each other. However the both of them are totally oblivious to each others feelings, the other ghostbusters not so much.
A/n - This is a part of my friend's self insert storyline, and I offered to write it up for her, so that's why this isn't reader x Egon. She is awesome btw (go follow her 🔫) @lilysketchingsth
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Egon's POV
It all started on what I thought was gonna be another normal friday. I woke up at my normal time, had my normal breakfast, and wore my normal outfit. Nothing out of the ordinary. After finishing my breakfast, i headed up to the lab to work on the proton packs or study some pyschomagnetic slime Ray had gotten a sample of. I started working, but soon after, i had Lily and her ghost pet, Pucca, walked in and took a seat. Pucca is a labrador spectre that Winston found in a basement one time, Pucca didn't show signs of aggression, so Winston chose to leave her alone. Pucca had other ideas and decided to follow him all the way back to the firehouse, where Lily eventually saw her and claimed the pup as her own.
Lily started asking me questions about where things were whilst looking round the lab for Pucca's ball. Eventually, she made her way over to my desk and leaned over my lap nonchantlantly. I blinked in surprise , and before i could move my chair back so she could look properly, she jumped up, holding the dog ball. "Ah hah, got it Pucc!" I looked up at Lily to see her smiling widely at Pucca then at me. "Thanks for the help, Dr. Spengler." Her voice almost sounded laced with seduction as she walked off, leaving me silent and flustered in my lab chair.
Then, later on in the day, I was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee whilst reading through my Spirits guide. Nice and undisturbed. But not for long. Soon, I had Venkman coming out of nowhere and snatching the book out of my hand. "Come on, Spengs, me and Lily wanna go get some lunch, and it's Ray's day off, so we need someone to drive us." I raised my eyebrow at him."What about Winston?" Peter looked slightly worried before answering."He's busy helping Janine." I sighed and silently agreed by finishing my coffee and grabbing my jacket.
I drove them into the city where they grabbed some food ,Lily insisted on bringing some back for me, so i ended up with some fries and a drink. On the way back, I kept glancing at Lily in the mirror without really knowing why. Unfortunately, when we were just around the corner from the firehouse, she locked eyes with me. I quickly looked away, and my hands gripped the wheel tighter as I mentally insulted myself. Once back at the firehouse, i grabbed my food and quickly headed up to the lab, not wanting to be frther embarrassed.
However, a little bit later, it became evident that Lily hadn't been the only one to catch my staring. I had just finished fixing up one of the proton packs when Peter walked in and took a seat. "Hey there, Spengs. i got a question for ya?" I glanced up at him, silently acknowledging his question. "Do you have a thing for Lily?" My eyes widened and darted up at him from the pack. "What?! Why the hell would you even think that Venkman?" He smirked, sitting back in his seat. "Don't deny it, I saw how you were looking at her in the car! And not to mention you've never agreed to drive me round until I mentioned Lily's name today." I sighed. There was no way i could lie to him about something like this.
"She's gorgeous, Peter, and she's so caring. She's a hard worker. she's smart, i mean, what isn't there to like about her? But i just, im too busy to be in a relationship Peter, maybe after i stop being a ghostbuster, but not now." Peter ,for once, was actually speechless. He clearly didn't expect me to open up. After a few seconds of silence, Peter spoke. "You don't need to wait spengs, if you do you might never find love, Lily might lose intrest and youll have lost a great oppurtunity." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Lily might do what?" Peter went pale white as the realisation hit him. "Uh, you know what i think. i just heard Winston call me." Before i could say anything, Peter had run off, leaving me to soak in thought.
By the end i was ready for some rest, i started shutting the lab up when there was a faint knock at the door. I turned round to see Lily stood in the doorway. She looked quite shy and almost nervous? "Lily, hello, is there something i can do for you?" She meekly shook her head before speaking up. "Those things that you said to Venkman earlier, about me, were they true?" I just looked at her before sitting back down on my chair. I silently nodded my head before replying "And is it true that you might feel the same way?" I watched Lily, she hesitated before nodding her head again. I smiled sligthly before making my way over to her. "Then how does a date sound? Tomorrow night ,I'll take you out to a nice restaurant?" Lily gasped softly and looked up at me before nodding quickly. "Oh yes, Egon, yes!"
I chuckled before slowly leaning down, I held her hand gently and softly pressed my lips against hers. They were soft and plump, perfect, like every other inch of her. I pulled back soon after looking into her eyes. There was a moment of silence before Lily spoke up "Ive been waiting months for you to do that." I chuckled and clutched her hand as we left the lab. However, after i took a single step out of the lab, there was a sudden burst of cheering. I turned to see the other 3 guys and Janine smiling and cherring. I simply raised an eyebrow at them before they all went quiet. Lily and I bypassed them ,heading up to our rooms.
The next morning, i found out that Lily had confessed to Janine a while back that she liked me, the Janine passe that on to the guys. They then made it their mission to get me and lily together, which became a lot easier when i suddenly and obviously caught feelings for Lily. So peter had lied about Ray being off and Winston helping Janine, it all so that Lily and I would spend time together. Although it's annoying to admit they're right, without the guys, I most likely wouldn't have ended up with the beautiful woman i now call my wife, Mrs Lily Spengler.
hey y’all! Y’know when I made the poll asking what fanfic I should work on? Well here’s one of the things that is winning the poll right now. Ghostbusters sickfic! Tagging for my moots: @tylwer34567 @centracks! Fic under the cut <3 (ps I might make a chapter/part two if y’all like this)
Gozer felt awful. They had woken up with a horrible headache, the kind that makes you feel like your head is filled with cotton balls and poison. Naturally, their wonderful dogs/servants/demigods had sensed their pain immediately, so Gozer the gozarian woke up with two very cuddly demon dogs on top of them.
Despite the sweet wake up call, they didn’t start to feel any better throughout the morning. They felt strangely stuffy and snotty, which was disgusting, and the god also felt like they would throw up at any minute. Regardless, Gozer was insistent they were fine. That was, until they heard a knock on their front door.
For some gods-forsaken reason, Gozer’s best friend had a strange sixth sense, he always knew when something was wrong with them. He then proceeded to use it to bully, tease, or otherwise bother the deity. Most of the time anyways.
And Gozer knew this time would probably be no different, so when they heard the knock at the door, and knew it was Vigo the carpathian, Gozer sat on the couch and promptly ignored him.
“Anyone home?!” Vigo yelled. He had woken up that morning with a strange feeling that something was wrong. More specifically, something was wrong with his best friend.
Which meant the only reasonable reaction, would be to get dressed in his usual attire (the outfit he wore in his infamous painting, with an orange hoodie over top), and then go over to his dear friends house uninvited to bother them affectionately. But when he got there, no one answered the door.
“Gozer I know you’re in there!” Silence. “No I’m not!!” Gozer finally yelled back. All the noise was definitely going to bother Gozer’s neighbors soon, so Vigo decided not to talk to his friend from behind a door, and just let himself in.
“I said I’m not here dumbass.” Gozer was laying down across the couch, taking up room on the entire thing. Vigo closed the front door behind him, and crossed the room, sitting down on top of Gozer’s legs as if they weren’t there.
Gozer just stared at him, with a look that said “are you fucking serious?” And Vigo glared back with one that said “absolutely I am.” Vigo waited for something else to follow the glare. A snarky reply, a “get the hell off of me”, even a hard eye roll. But nothing happened.
Upon closer inspection, Gozer seemed a bit off. They had this far off hazy look in their eyes, and seemed to be in a small amount of pain, despite how much they were trying to hide it. Something really was wrong. And Vigo had a feeling this wasn’t the time to mess with them.
“Hello? Earth to Vigo! What the fuck is your problem? You’re staring at me.” Oh shit. “What? Oh- uh, sorry.” “Why are you looking at me like that?” They sounded congested. That, plus the dazed look- oh. OH. Gozer was sick.
Vigo hadn’t gotten a lot of experience with being sick, or taking care of someone who was sick. Back in his original era, if you got sick you just died. That was that. But he knew things were very different now.
“…” “well?!” “…” And then Vigo did something he never thought he’d try to do. He reached over to the deity next to him, and he put his hand on Gozer’s forehead.
“… you have a fever.” Vigo wasn’t sure how he knew that, it was just a feeling. “Remove your hand from my head before I remove it from your arm, Vigo.” “Right, sorry.” He pulled away. “What do you mean I have a fever?” “I mean you have a fever idiot! I think you’re sick.”
Sick??? No, that was ridiculous. Gozer couldn’t be sick. They were a god. Gods were above trivial things like falling ill. Right?
“I am not sick! I feel fine.” “Really because you look terrible.” “Jeez thanks.” “Im just saying!…. One second.” “Where are you going??” Vigo ignored the question as he got up off the couch, and Gozer’s legs, and went to their kitchen, filling a kettle up with water and putting it on the stove.
“Where do you keep your tea?” “What?? Vigo, what are you planning?” “Answer the question!” “There should be some mint tea in the cupboard above the stove.” Perfect. Vigo grabbed two mugs from a different cabinet, and then retrieved the tea from the cupboard above the stove.
Now Gozer was just confused. What did Vigo think he was doing? They were not sick, they didn’t have a fever, they did not need tea, and they felt absolutely fine. But… a warm drink might be nice. It was winter in New York after all. Of course it would be cold. And… they did feel unusually warm for such a cold day. But that didn’t mean anything!
Vigo could practically feel the stubborn frustration radiating off of Gozer. He knew they were always reluctant to accept help with anything, or be remotely vulnerable. He was the same.
If he were the one who was sick, he’d be insisting he was alright too. But he also knew if he were sick, Gozer would be doing the same thing for him that he was doing now.
Still hearing Vigo mess around in their kitchen, Gozer reluctantly got up from the couch, and sat at their kitchen island, watching him make the mint tea. “Go back to the couch.” “What? Why?” “You’re sick, you need to rest. Go lay down.”
First he was barging into their house, and now he was telling them what to do?? Rude! “No. It’s my house, I’m doing what I want. I’m alright Vigo.” “Really? Stand up then.” Ha! How foolish. Was Vigo really so stupid as to think they couldn’t do something so simple like stand u-
Suddenly the world was spinning, and Gozer was falling. “Woah, I didn’t mean it! Gods you’re an idiot! Go sit down!” Gozer felt as Vigo lifted them up off the floor, and helped them walk back to the couch. Alright. Maybe they were a little bit sick.
Vigo would be lying if he said that fall hadn’t frightened him. If you asked, he’d probably deny that. But he did feel an “I told you so” sense of pride at being right.
Vigo walked back to the kitchen after making sure his friend was okay, and checked the refrigerator for something to make. Chicken, carrots, potatoes, celery, and some bullion. Fantastic. He pulled out all the ingredients for soup, and put a pot on the stove.
The kettle had finally finished boiling, so he poured hot water in each mug, and put the rest in the pot. Vinz chose that moment to walk into the dining room in his human form, although the demigod looked so bleary-eyed Vigo wasn’t sure he’d noticed what form he was in.
Vinz apparently having slept in late wasn’t surprising to Vigo, according to Hozer he was normally the lawyer person awake in their house. Vigo put a teabag in both mugs, turning to Vinz and heading him the cup. “Being rn is to Gozer.” “Only if you make me a cup after.” “Sure.” “Yay!” Vigo sighed and chuckled to himself, starting to cut up and prepare the vegetables.
Gozer sat down on the couch, immediately feeling bored. Luckily, Zuul chose that exact time to hop us on the couch, once again, on top of Gozer. They didn’t mind though, and reached over to the coffee table for the television remote. “Hey Vigo! What should I put on to watch?” “Something funny!” “Got it!” Gozer turned on Child’s Play.
