#ray stanz x reader

[bardoftheshire]

When you're trying to find a fic of a character but no one writes for them, so now you just have to imagine one or write it yourself

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Expressing love - Egon Spengler x Reader

Summery - Egon has trouble expressing how he feels about her. When her date cancels Peter jumps at the opportunity to help his friend out.

There are many ways to express love, there's physical touch, compliments, or just flat out telling the person you love them. For Egon Spengler however showing love was complex. He never really felt romantic love for anyone, so, he showed in his own special way.

The only problem was she had no idea that he had feelings for her. The affection he showed seemed something that any normal friend would have for another. The other ghostbuster however knew immediately. They know by the way Everytime she came into the lab he made sure she had a stool to sit on. Even if it meant kicking Peter out of his seat so she could sit.

They knew by the way everyone time he was eating his snacks he would share. Which was unheard of. The first time it happened the three boys say there with wide eyes. "What?" She asked taking another bite of the Twinkie. "You're eating Spengs Twinkie." Ray explained and peter started to give Egon a knowing smile. "He offered," she shrugged. "Of course, why wouldn't he Egon is always so good with sharing. Isn't that right Spengler?" Peter chuckled leaving the room before he could get a response. Y/n just shook this off thinking nothing of it, and life went on.

Painfully Egon would watch her go on dates that would only break her heart. Knowing full well that he would never do that to her. Peter and Ray was done with his moping and small pointless hints. "You gotta do something." Ray insist but Egon only shakes his head and looks down at the file.

"Spengs, you can't live your life like this. Watching the girl you like go on dates with some other dude! That's, that's just I don't know what that is but it isn't good." Peter shook is head disappointed and Egon looked up at him.

"I don't like her." The two men looked at him expectedly, "it's more than that. It's difficult to describe. She almost has this hold on me, and I just can't seem to-"

"Oh, my God! Egon is in love. Who would have guessed." Venkman shouted hitting ray in the shoulder. "Well I had an idea." Ray mumbled, "no you didn't." Peter rolled his eyes grabbing the bag of chips off his desk. "So, what now?"

Their conversation ended with the door creaking open and some guy walking through awkwardly. He was taller and had dark hair and smiled at the men. "Huh, so Y/n has a type?" Peter mused looking at Egon. "Good for you buddy."

"Excuse me does an Y/n L/n work here?" The man asked sounding almost disgusted. "She does." Egon answered with narrowed eyes, "she like answer the phones?" They all shook their heads, and the man's smile dropped.

"She's not?" And Ray and Peter nodded with a smile. "She's a ghostbuster? Like an actual ghostbuster?" He scoffed, "what about it?" Egon asked and Pete wanted to make popcorn. "No offense, but come on do you wanna go out with a girl thats covered in ghost mucous?"

Egon stared at the man blankly, "it's called ectoplasm, and one would infer that any man would have no problem going on a date with a women such as Y/n."

"Look the whole ecto - what ever stuff isn't really my thing. Could you guys tell her that something came up?"

"It would be my pleasure." Egon smiled and the man left. "This is great!" Pete shouted, "how?"

"Egon don't you see, I tell her that the dates a no show. You come in all hero like, ask her out and boom the wedding bells might as well already be ringing." Egon looked at him apprehensive then he hesitantly nodded.

So, Peter waited and he jumped right up when Y/n finally walked in. "Y/n, can I see you in my office?"

"Can it wait, I want a shower I have a date tonight. Can't show up dripping in ecto." She laughed and Pete took in a sharp breath. "About that, he came in today and he said that something came up. Sorry Hun." She sighed looking down, "oh, that's alright. I wasn't that excited about it anyway."

"Well uh after you get cleaned up Egon was actually looking for you." She nodded and went up to the showers. Egon waited in his lab fixing his hair, and flattening his lab coat. "Hey Egon?" She called her voice not as chipper as usual. "Hey, hello how are you? She smiled, "I'm ok," she noticed how nervous we was and asked; " how are you?"

"Well, actually I um, I heard about your date cancelation, I thought, well perhaps you would go on a date with me?" He asked nervously adjusting his glasses his eyes never leaving the ground. "Egon you don't have to give me a pity date." His head shot up, "no it's not out of pity. It's out of opportunity. I have been wanting to ask you for some time." She looks at him with apprehension. "It's true. Y/n, I have had strong feelings for you since well college. Hell I've been in love with you since college. I watch you with these men and I can't help but think they aren't good enough for you." She stared at him and he closed his eyes tightly wishing he didn't say anything at all. "I apologize I just -"

"I love you too." She interrupted, "I have for some time and I was only going on those dates cause j thought they were my only option. I had no idea." She took his hand, "I love you, Egon." They gazed into each other's eyes leaning in and kissing each other lightly. It had such passion, and the kiss had such sparks that their breath was being taken away from their lungs. "Spengs! Did you ask her!? Did ya!?" Peter asked from upstairs, "Venkman! Let them be!" Ray shouted, "sorry Egon!"

[killmurderfuck]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

↳ warning: supernatural elements

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

↳ song: ghostbusters—ray parker jr.

masterlist | commisions | carrd

This really wasn't supposed to happen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh guys?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

"So—" Peter cleared his throat.

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

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

"Assholes."

[sstarfruitt]

Hi! I really like your Ray stantz x reader fics and I have a request (: Do you think you could do an NSFW fic where the reader has SHarm scratches across back,stomach, shoulders and arms? Been have a tuff time lately getting over trauma and your fics help! Thx (: luckily I've been healing well ❤️‍🩹 Hope your good 👍

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Ray Stantz X Reader (NSFW, MINORS DNI)

anon im so so sorry this took so long, I've just been veer busy irl and finally had the motivation to finish this up. I hope it's worth the wait <:)

Dr. Ray Stantz is a man a great many quirks. Little facial expressions, unique interests, and the prettiest set of eyes you’d ever seen.

After starting a relationship with you, you got the fun of discovering more of the things that made him so special. The way he takes your hand almost gingerly when you walk together, the dreamy smile he’d have when you cuddled up to him, the way he would ramble away about his interests to you- many of them sweeter and more endearing than the last. But the trait that was the most special to you was always the way he looked at your body. Every time, he drank in your shape like it was his first time ever seeing it. When he’d put his arms around you, you felt like you were the most gorgeous person in the world.

But the first time, his admiration came as a surprise. Beforehand, you’d worried about how he’d feel about your body, about the scars. In your head, you’d gone over his possible reactions to them so many times. But when you finally showed your body to him, the sweetness of his reaction surprised you. He’d smoothed his palms over them, assured you that he thought you were absolutely perfect, and made love to you for as long as you wanted.

And today, knowing he adored you so much, it came as no surprise to see him standing in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes fixed on you. You had just bathed, so your body was nude, leaving everything exposed for him to take in as you toweled down your damp skin.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joked, smiling over your shoulder at him.

“O-oh, sorry. I just, uh… wanted to see what you were up to,” he said, lowering his head a little out of embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Ray. I don’t mind,” you purred. He responded by lifting his gaze to look back up at you.

“You know, Ray, you’re so funny. You always look at my body like it’s the mind-blowing thing you’ve ever seen.”

“It is!” he exclaimed gently, sauntering up beside you to look at your reflection in the floor-length mirror. “I mean, look at you, Sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

You turned around to gaze up at him, a little smile playing about your lips as you tossed the towel onto the bed. He only looked back at you, his eyes flickering down to your body again before meeting your eyes once more. “I’m glad you think so,” you finally answered, punctuating the sentence with a kiss to his lips.

He immediately answered the gesture by kissing back eagerly and wrapping his arms around your body. He hugged your waist firmly, squeezing you gently against his chest. Your arms came up to hug his neck, your fingers finding their way into the hair on the back of his head as you moaned against his lips.

Eventually, however, you both had to part for air. He broke the seal of the kiss to pant softly, and you did the same. You lifted your gaze to get a better look at him, and giggled at his lidded eyes and relaxed, open-mouthed smile. “You’re so cute, Ray,” you teased.

“Hardly,” he answered playfully before lowering his head to press kisses to your cheek. The kisses were needy; Warm and open-mouthed, he pressed them eagerly into your skin. Eventually, he mumbled into your skin, “Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. I wanna take care of you.” “Awww, you’re so sweet,” you cooed. “Just take me on the bed. I don’t need anything fancy.”

“Okay,” he answered simply, and leaned back a little to smile down at you. But suddenly, he bent forward- and before you knew it, his hands were hooked under your thighs and you were being lifted into the air. You giggled and clung tightly to his shoulders as he sauntered toward the mattress, then gently tossed you down onto the sheets. As he settled on his knees between your thighs, he grinned happily.

“You’re so strong,” you teased. “It always surprises me how you can toss me around like that.”

“Yeah, well, having to carry the proton packs around certainly makes it easier…” he answered, trailing off as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. You watched eagerly, your eyes trailing up as his chest became visible. Once his shirt was tossed aside, he began working at his belt. “Sorry, Dear, just one second…”

“Take your time, Ray. I’m not going anywhere,” you answered. He smiled softly at that, as he undid his belt and worked the waistband down. Your eyes instantly trailed down to take in his bare body. He felt his cheeks flush a little at seeing your gaze linger below his belly.

He soon climbed on top of you and lowered his body. Propping himself up on his knees and elbows, his body gently pressed against yours. You couldn’t help but hum happily at the sensation of his warm skin against your chest and soft breath on your ear. His lips ghosted against your temple for only a moment before he pressed a needy, open-mouthed kiss against your cheek. “Sweetheart…” he sighed.

“Mhmh, Ray,” you answered.

“I’m sorry, I got so lost in the moment… I forgot lube, but I don’t wanna get up… Can I just go ahead and try?”

You giggled softly before answering his kiss with one of your own. “Of course it is, Ray, just be careful.”

“I will.”

You felt Ray shift his body slightly. He let his weight off of one arm so he could reach down between your bodies and adjust. A soft sigh escaped your nose as you felt his tip press against your core. He lifted his head slightly to be able to see your face, his warm eyes meeting your gaze. “Ready? I’ll go slow.”

“Go ahead,” you whispered with a faint smile. His absorbed the sight of your face, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. After a moment, he dipped his head down to kiss you softly with the faintest moan. And before you could even begin to reciprocate, he began pressing his length in.

You couldn’t help but whine into his mouth at the sensation. With a slow, deliberate patience, he eased himself deeper. It took several moments of him gently easing forward for him to properly bottom out. With a satisfied hum, he pressed his hips against you, savoring the feeling of being buried to the base. You took him perfectly, with no need for lube after all.

After a moment, he lifted his head once again. He took a chance to drink in the sight of your face, admiring every little detail. “So pretty, Sweetheart,” he purred quietly. There was a special shine in his gaze; It was that same admiration you saw the first time you showed your body to him. “You really think so?,” you answered, slightly short of breath.

“‘Course. You’re perfect.” You couldn’t help but smile with your lips parted. “Ray…” is all you could muster in your haze of arousal. All he could answer with was his lips against yours.

After a few moments, he began rolling his hips. His length pressed into you with each rut, sending pleasure pulsing through your core. You couldn’t help but yelp into the kiss and gently grip at his shoulders, and he answered with a chuckle. He pressed his body against yours even more firmly, closing any extra space between you as he continued his movements.

Eventually, though, he had to come up for air. He broke the seal between your lips to lift his head and pant against your ear. “Oh, Sweetheart…” he moaned, breathless.

“Ray…” is all you could sigh back.

He slowly lowered his head to tuck it into your neck with a low groan. Your arms snaked around his body, and your hands settled on the hot, sweaty skin of his back. But lost in his pleasure, he barely noticed. “Are you close?”, he panted against your ear.

“Almost… Keep going…” you choked out.

Eagerly, he increased the pace of his movements. His hips were now smoothly, quickly rocking forward to fully press his length in. A full moan broke from your lips as more pleasure blossomed in your core. Only a few more moments, and you knew you’d break. “I’m right there, Ray…” you whined.

Ray didn’t respond- he only pressed a hand into the pillow beside your head, steadying himself to continue his movements exactly how you liked them. As his dick rocked in and out of your core, he could only let out a breathless moan muffled by the soft skin of your neck. Only a few more moments passed before the sensation of his length pressing into your sweet spot pushed you over the edge. You cried out helplessly, your fingers weakly clutching at his skin, as pleasure coursed through your body. He continued to rut into you until your body began to relax; Only then did he gently pull himself from your now soaked core. Still coming down from the high, you could only watch in a haze as he lifted himself off of you, his length now visible to you. A hum escaped your throat at the sight of it, softened and coated with your finish. The last of his own finish was beaded on the head of it, close to dripping off. In the intensity of your climax, you hadn’t even noticed that he had came right along with you.

“Sweetheart…” he breathed, his clouded gaze meeting yours. That same admiration shone in his eyes as he took in the sight of your flushed face. He panted softly as he spoke. “How was that?,” he said with an open-mouthed smile.

“Oh, Ray, that was… it was just as amazing. Just like always,” you answered, smiling back at him. His softer smile turned to a grin at your response.

“Good,” was his only response before leaning forward once again. He put his hands on either side of you, leaning down to press yet another kiss to your lips. This one was chaste, quick. Regardless, you felt the affection in his warmth, the admiration in his touch. He pressed one more peck to the corner of your mouth before he lifted off of you. Gingerly, he laid down beside you. “That’s all I could ever want.”

“Aw, so generous,” you purred playfully. As he settled in on the bed, you scooted closer to him, tucking yourself between his side and his arm. He watched as you nuzzled into his shoulder a little with lidded eyes. Both of you laid there for several moments in a comfortable, warm silence, the only sound being those of your quiet breaths. Eventually, he relaxed his head to one side, resting his temple against the top of your head.

“I meant it, you know. When I complimented you.”

You felt his fingers brush against an old scar on your arm.

“I know, Ray. It means the world to me that you mean it.” You moved your head to rest your face in the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart. You deserve it.”

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Sleepy Ghostbusters and Their S/O Headcanons

Ray Stanz 

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

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

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

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

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

Egon Spengler 

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

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

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

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

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

Winston Zeddemore 

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

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

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

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

Peter Venkman

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

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

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

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

[treyparkerwhore]

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

Twins? - Ray Stanz x F!Pregnant!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like you just won Prom Queen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter!” Egon whispered at him.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine.” I lied.

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

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

Ray opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him.

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

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

I groaned, “You have to say that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[misfit-mania-the-first]

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

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