#peter fixing egon’s glasses?

[n1ghteeea]

Why are they just in love this entire episode

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A Pretty Damn Good Solution

Egon Spengler x Reader

Prompt: When Egon finds out you’ve been having nightmares all week, he decides to find a way to help you by conducting a sleep study.

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, sleep deprivation, and insomnia.

A/N: This is GN!Reader with no pronouns specified. The Egon brainrot is so real so please enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent fic I wrote to the cope with my work stress induced nightmares. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

You woke up breathing heavy, in a cold sweat. You hear quick, clumsy footsteps running through the hallway of the firehouse. At first you’re confused. You’re still out of it and you’re scared. Suddenly Egon is busting through your doorway. His glasses are crooked, his pj shirt is buttoned incorrectly, the buttons not matching the holes. He has a proton pack slung over his back. He must have been in a hurry to get to you.

“Are you okay?! I heard you scream.” He looks at you with confusion. “I thought one of the ghosts had breached the containment unit.”

“I’m sorry. I just had a nightmare.” You apologize, still trying to collect yourself. You’re shaking like a leaf.

“Oh.” He looks at you sadly, taking off his proton pack. He sits on the bed, straightening out his glasses. The bed dips, shifting you towards him.

“I apologize for my appearance and demeanor. I was under the impression you were in danger.” He looks down at his shirt, fixing his buttons.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” You say, sheepishly.

“No, don’t be.” He draws out the o on the no, speaking softly, inflecting his tone upwards to try to bring you comfort. He gives you a soft smile, to match his tone.

You sit in silence for a few minutes. Egon isn’t quite sure what to say, but you don’t mind. Despite his awkwardness, he was still deeply comforting.

“I forgot to ask. Are you okay?” He breaks the silence.

“Not really. I’ve been having nightmares all week.” You begin to fidget with a string on your blanket.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you say something?” He asks.

“I didn’t wanna bother anyone.” You shrug your shoulders.

“You’re living in a building with several scientists who care about your well being. I assure you that you wouldn’t be bothering us. We could have helped you. You should have at the very least spoken to Peter. His concentration is psychology.” Egon tried not to lecture you, but he was confused as to why you were suffering alone instead of asking for help. He didn’t like to see you in pain.

“I guess I thought I should be able to deal with it on my own.” You avoid eye contact. Egon finally puts the pieces together. It wasn’t always easy for him to read social que’s, but he could read his friends easily enough.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. Everyone has nightmares. They could be caused by a number of reasons. Typically mine are caused by stress, but I’ve since figured out how to get a handle on them through scientific means. Where they used to be constant, they’re now more rare for me.” He sympathizes.

“I didn’t know you had nightmares like that. I’m sorry.” You respond.

“They’re handled.” He pauses for a moment, thinking. “I believe it would be beneficial for me to conduct a sleep study on you starting tomorrow night, with your consent of course.”

“Do you really think it’ll help?” You look at him, desperate for an answer to your problem.

“Yes. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow night, but do you need anything before I go?” He asks.

“Can I please have a hug?” You request. Usually you’d be embarrassed, but right now you didn’t care. Egon had been the greatest comfort you’d had in the last several nights.

“Of course.” He smiles, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. The hug is awkward at first, but you both relax into it. He’s warm and his pajama shirt is soft. While Egon’s presence is always calming, his steady breathing and heartbeat do wonders to bring you back to a more relaxed state. He begins to rub your back. “We’ll get to the bottom of this and just remember you’re not alone.”

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The next night you’d shown up to Egon’s lab as requested. You’re surprised to see he’s set up a cot with your favorite blankets and pillows. He was nothing if not observant.

“I gathered some things from your room in an effort to make you more comfortable.” He speaks, walking around the room, pressing buttons and moving things around.

“Thank you.” You smile. You sit down on the bed and Egon begins to fit wires to your forhead.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to your chest.

“Um yes- yeah uh that’s okay.” You blush. Egon moves your shirt over and attaches wires over your heart. “I really appreciate you doing this.”

“Of course. It’s no problem, really. Do you need anything before you go to sleep? Can I get you a glass of water?” He asks.

“No, but can you explain how it’s gonna work again?” You lay down, attempting to get comfortable.

“While you’re asleep I should be able to see any changes in heart rate, breathing patterns, or brainwave activity. I can collect all the data I need and all you have to do is sleep.” He explains.

“Seems simple enough.” You give him a smile, despite your nerves.

Egon leaves the observation area and the lights dim. You close your eyes and fall asleep.

About 2 hours into the study Egon starts to notice a rapid elevation in heart rate and your breathing becomes heavier and inconsistent. He scribbled down notes, watching your brainwave patterns until you shoot up gasping. You start to pull at the wires attached to you, not remembering why they’re there. Egon enters the room with his journal and pen in hand. He approaches your bed.

“You’re okay. You’re in my lab, remember? I have to say that was quite interesting. How long did it feel like you were stuck in that nightmare?” He asks.

“Uh I- I don’t know, like hours?” You debate, trying to catch your breath.

“You were asleep for about 2 hours, but you only entered REM state about 15 minutes ago, which is when you started dreaming.” He takes down more notes.

“Only 15 minutes?” You ask, your voice and body shakey. Egon pulls a chair up to sit next to you. He lays his journal on your bed and takes your hand in his. He begins to feel your pulse. You instantly start to calm by his touch. He’s observant of this. He decides to keep holding your hand even after he’s done checking your pulse in an effort to keep you calm. He writes with one hand and holds your hand with the other.

“Can you tell me a bit about the dream?” He asks.

“I was alone in the firehouse and the containment unit broke and I was being chased by a demon. I woke myself up before it caught me.” He gives you a look. On one hand he feels bad that you were so scared, but on the other hand he’s intrigued.

“How did you wake yourself up?” He asks.

“I have like this thing I do if I need to escape a dream. I feel like I’m pushing and pulling and clawing my way out of reality, like I’m trying to swim through molasses until I wake up.” You tell him.

“That’s amazing. From my end your adrenaline spiked enormously. I didn’t realize you were doing that on purpose.” He scribbles down some more notes.

“Yeah. I guess that’s a thing I do.” You say awkwardly. “Did you get anything useful?” You ask.

“Yes, but I’ll have to run more tests throughout the week.” He closes his journal, turning to you. He realizes he’s still holding your hand. He doesn’t let go. He was so excited by the scientific aspects of the experiment he forgot why he was doing this in the first place. “We’re going to figure this out, but until then I’m here.” He smiles at you, giving you a look of sympathy.

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The next two nights went similarly to the first one. You would have nightmare and Egon would remind you everything was okay before sitting down next to you to take notes as you recounted the dream. Your dreams were often about being chased or not being able to save someone. You would usually use your emergency escape out of your dreams. Talking about your dreams helped. It gave you an outlet and it aided Egon’s studies. The two of you had fallen into a routine and it was starting to help.

Tonight was different. Egon watched as your heart rate spiked and your breathing patterns began to change. Your brain activity was off the charts. He knew you’d be up soon. He watched as you tried and failed to pull the emergency break. You begin to thrash in bed. He wonders why you haven’t woken up. He enters the room just in time for you to shoot up screaming and covered in sweat. You begin to hyperventilate, crying out. “Egon!” You cry for him. Tears start to stream down your face. He runs to your bed.

“It was just a dream. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here. Everything is okay, (Y/N).” Egon tries to keep his voice calm, but he speaks with urgency. He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to ground you. You can’t get your breathing under control.

“I- I couldn’t get out! I couldn’t get out! I was stuck and I couldn’t get out!” You’re speaking a mile a minute.

“(Y/N), look at me. You’re awake now. You’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you. I need you to try to breathe with me. (Y/N), what’s three things that you can see?” He asks, trying to bring your focus back to reality.

“I can’t” You sob, unable to focus.

“Yes, you can. What’s three things you can see?” He repeats.

“I see your journal. It’s in the chair.” You try.

“Good that’s two things.” He smiles.

“Your pen is on the floor.” You continue.

“I dropped it when I rushed in to check on you. What’s two things you can hear?” He asks.

“The clock is ticking really loudly and- and I can hear… the heater is on.” You tell him, listening closely.

“Good. What’s one thing you can touch?” He asks.

“Can I touch you?” You ask, hesitantly.

“Yes, thank you for asking.” He smiles. You grab his hand, beginning to trace all the lines and wrinkles on it. You learn every detail of his fingerprints. Tracing the indents and following the patterns comforts you.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” He asks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just having one of those moments where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what‘s fake. I woke up from a nightmare, but it was just another nightmare. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a dream inside of a dream before. I thought that was just in movies.” You keep tracing his hand.

“No, it’s real unfortunately, but so am I and so are you. This is real.” He gestures between you. Part of himself means that the two of you are real and your interaction is real, but another part of him meant something different. The care you have for each other is real too, very real.

“I hate that I’m still tired. I don’t wanna go back to sleep, but I know I have to.” You sigh.

“Would it make you feel better if I stayed in here with you?” He asks. While he’d usually be too awkward to ask this, his solution is based in science. All of his research points to his presence being a comfort. This gave him more confidence.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” You hope you’re not being an inconvenience.

“If I minded I wouldn’t have offered. I want you to feel like you’re not alone.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

“I think that would help me a lot actually.” You start to shift, laying back down in bed. Egon gets up to turn the light back off, kicking off his shoes and lab coat before getting back into bed with you.

“I figured it might.” He smiles. He always loved when his scientific theories were proven right, especially one that benefited both of you so much. It brought both of you comfort to be in each other’s arms. Egon’s presence was enough for you to sleep soundly for the rest of the night and he was happy to know that you felt safe and calm. Even if it was only a temporary solution to your problems, it was still a pretty damn good solution.

“Goodnight, Egon.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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Dr. Jelousey(Ray Stantz)

Paring: Ray Stantz x Reader

Summary: just Ray getting jealous when the new rookie starts flirting with his girl.

Warrings: SMUT, oral(Femal receiving) Public sex?

MasterList

Our brand was and always will be 'we're ready to believe you' and with that we are always one call away... Or was one call alway.

“sweetheart, are you sure you don't need help?” I snickered, I peaked over my book and saw him and dozens of tools under my desk.

He dropped his screw driver and sighed. “Nope! All good, just set there, read your book and look pretty”

I just shook me head and chuckled. Janine had gone on a much needed vacation and the guys had been out all morning on a call. I was covering the front desk for Janine for the week since I wasn't 'allowed' to go on calls for a while, I get one bruise and Ray freaks out.

Anyway, it's not like a could do my temporary job due to the fact the main phone had been down all morning. Ray, being the only other one here(besides Egon) with me, was convinced he could fix it. An hour had since passed, and he was currently cramped under my desk checking the wiring.

I rolled my eyes and nudged his butt withmy Converse covered foot, he swatted it away without looking over his shoulder at me.

“you sure you don't want me to get Egon down here?” I asked reaching for my bottle of Coke. After I leaned back in my wheely chair, Ray's head hit the bottom of my desk, he peaked up at me like I was crazy for suggestioning it. “No!” he gave me his cute little smile before diving back under. “I got this Honey”

“You said that thirty minutes ago,” I pointed out then sipped on the straw that was in my glass bottle. I held the straw between my teeth and pushed my chair back as he sat up. He gave me and grumpy look and sat on his knees between mine.

“sip?” I grind, holding out my coke bottle to him. He cracked a smile and took the bottle and chugged half of it before giving it back.

He pointed at me. “now, I know what I'm doing... It's just taking longer than expected” he said then dove back under the desk.

I picked my book up and continued the chapter, as dove back into the story I couldn't help but chuckle at Ray's mumbling. “red wire... Blue... Why is there a purple one?”

“okay! I think I got it,” came Ray’s voice from under the desk, he bumped my knee as he moved around. I had to resist the urge to playfully kick him in butt again.

“hand me the Philips screw driver will ya,” as handed him the The screwdriver the door to the firehouse suddenly opened, and our new rookie walked in. He had a cocky smile when he saw me behind the desk, he was clueless about who was under it though.

The new rookie was John, he was Peter's little cousin. He had been kicked out of the army and Peter's aunt was tired of him staying at home unemployed, so she sent him here to work.

He's a real pain in the ass and everyone(including Peter) knew it. He had broken his protonpack twice since he's been here and he's not very good at listing. And don't even bring up the time he let Slimer out to Peter.

“Hey, there beautiful” he smirked, Ray sighed and continued to work on the phone. “so I scanned the apartment with Egon's do-hickey and I couldn't find anything.” he said, approaching the desk. “I think that old Broad is crazy.

I offered him a small smile, he knew I was with Ray, hell we've been together since college. I was never fazed by John's blunt flurting. My eyes quickly shot down when I felt Ray shift under the desk, but he made no move to get out from under it.

“Well, that apartment complex has had many sightings, did you find anything else?” I asked try to sound like a professional co-worker, he's the only one I felt like I needed to do that with.

The man leaned on the desk. “no... But hay, I could be wrong. How about you and I check it out again then maybe grab some dinner after words.”

My eyes widened and before I could answer Ray’s hands grined both of my thighs. I quickly covered up my surprise with a chuckle. “I make a point not to go out with co-workers”

“so, were you just banging Stantz for kicks?”

“john,” I repeated, pointedly ignoring the feeling of Ray’s head sliding in between my legs, my hand dropped down and gripped his hair, signaling him to stop.

Ray's hand sliding up the inside of my Jean covered thigh then unbuttoned my jeans. “john, you know I'm with Ray” I said quickly then shut my mouth before I made a sound I would regret. I then took a deep breath when I felt Ray's fingers running over my panties. I lifed my leg and gently hit his hip with my foot, he didn't let up.

John gave me a cheeky smile, that's when you knew you were about it hear something real idiotic or cocky. “come on baby-”

“you wouldn't know what to do with me even if I came with instructions” I said cutting him off, Ray chuckled aginst my clothed core sending pleasurable vibrations.

I quickly put my hand down on the table with a bit too much force. Ray didn't get the message and just pushed aside my panties and was now lightly teasing me his fingertips.

John smirked and leaned over the desk. “you'd be surprised what I know”

“I-I'm sure” I tried to say sarcastically. I had about enough of him and at this point Ray. I tried my best to keep my voice normal, but with Ray toying with me, I ended the sentence with a squeak when I felt Ray's fingers enter me.

John now looked concerned. “Are you alright?”

I sent him a straight smile “Fine! Fine. But I'm serious... I'm not interested” I said in a more serious tone, even though I felt Ray tugging at my jeans, I stubly shifted and lifted my hips so he could slide whatever he wanted off. I had to choke down a squeak when I felt his lips on the inside of my thigh, his teeth lightly nipping at my sensative skin. I reached down silently beaging him to stop with a tug on his hair, but we both know I didn't really want him to stop.

“Take a hike kid!” Ray suddenly said, making John bounce back from the desk. “What the-”

I shrugged and With that, John jogged up the steps annoyed.

“Raymond!” I said threw my teeth and I pushed my chair back, he pulled me to the edge of the seat and bury his face between my legs. “What the hell was that?”

“I didn’t like how he was talking to you,” he mumbled. My head fell back when His toung licked a stripe up my clit, my hand fell to the back of his neck

“I don't like the way he looks at you” he mumbled aginst my thigh

I let out a wimper as I tugged on his brown hair. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was jealous. But Ray's not the jelouse type... Maybe protective. It was hot to see my sweet boyfriend so possessive. But quite frankly, I couldn't think straight enough right now to worry about it. Ray was busy thrusting his tongue as far as he could while his thumb rubbed my clit gently. As much as I loved his touch, I needed more.

“R-Ray, please, I need you,” I wimpered as my hips instinctively started bucking up against his face. He rough hands fell fell to my hips and gribed tightly. “hang on Baby.. Cum for me first”

I threw my head back and moaned as he sealed his lips over the spot I need him the most, he sucked while his two fingers rubbed my clit. He always knew how to make me a moaning mess, saying his name like it's a prayer. At this point in our relationship he knew my body better than I did.

With his fingers pumping and curling and his tongue relentlessly teasing, along with the sight of him on his knees and his face between my legs, I felt myself quickly hurtling toward the edge.

“oh God... Ray, I'm so close,” I moaned, arching my back and into his face for some extra friction. He wasn't having that and one of his hand reached up to hold me in place.

He hummed while his tongue flicked quickly over my clit. He added a third finger and curled them up to the spot that had me seeing stars. He let out a grunt as my walls clenching around his fingers.

“Ray...” I Whispered as he continued to pump his fingers as he helped worked through my orgasm, he became so gentle once again. I gently carded my finger though his hair, trying relaxe. He gently kissed my stomach and slowly pulled his fingers out to lick them clean. I couldn't help but watch him intently as I cought my breath. He smirked as he ducked back down between my thighs and licked my folds clean, catching every last drop like it'll was the last time he'd ever be able to do it.

When he was done he rested his cheek on the side of my knee and stared at me with his usual puppy eyes. My fingers left his hair and slid down to his cheek, he nuzzled into it warmth. “hmm, I love you” he said in a raspy voice. His hand found mine and pulled it from his cheek to kiss my palm.

“so... You don't go out with co-workers?” Ray asked sarcastically as he nuzzled his nose into my knee, he kissed it then rested his chin on it so our eyes met. He had his big dopey smile that I loved so much.

I rolled my eyes as I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “we've been dating since Columbia, before we became co-workers.”

I quickly sliped my jeans back on and Ray stood up then put both arms on the arm rests of my chair, trapping me in, his lips pressed to mine for a heated kiss. “the Kid needs to know his place, your mine”

“Peter needs to stop being afraid of his aunt and fire the kid” he mumbled aginst my lips.

I smirked into the kiss and pulled him closer by the collar of his flannel. “were you jelouse Mr. Stantz?”

He bit my lip gently, making me squeek. “I don't get jelouse”

He nuzzled his nose against mine, making me giggle. I loved it when he did that, it was always a small gesture of love we had since day one. Before he got back on his knees he gulped down the rest of my coke and dove back under the desk.

“if you get the phone fixed we can order Chinese and watch a movie” I said handing him his wire striper tool.

“sounds good... Can you hold the flashlight for me please?” he said.

“We're back!” Peter called out as I turned on the flashlight for Ray. I looked up and smiled at Peter.

He was carrying a smoking trap and behind him was a slime covered Winston, I couldn't help but chuckle. Peter must have noticed something because he chuckled and handed the trap to Winston. He lefted and Peter folded his arms on the table and leaved over the opposing side of me.

He looked down and the desk and rested his chin in his hand innocently. I looked around trying to get one step ahead of him. I mently kicked myself in the ass when I saw my underwear on the floor next to the wheels of my chair, as stupid as it sounds I forgot to put them on before my jeans.

Peter knocked on the desk, making Ray hit his hesd. “Oh Ray... Did ya get the phone fixed Or did you get distracted?”

The three of us had been close since college, so if it was anyone else besides Peter I'd probably crawl up in a ball and die of embarrassment. Than a again our best friend wasn't planning on letting this go either.

Ray came out of his hiding place and stood on his feet, he wobled a bit getting up. He set the screw driver down, staring at Peter with roasy cheeks.

“you know I'm gonna hold this over your heads for a long time, right?” he chucked. Ray nodded with a straight smile. Peter laughed and slapped his shoulder. “glad you got some though, but seriously we need the phone fixed”

Ray nodded as Peter went upstairs to change. Ray looked back at me and smile. “I can fix it”

I gave him a smile and nodded. “I know Sweetheart”

[americas1suiteheart]

Weird Science | Chapter III

Egon Spengler x Reader

Notes; This is sort of poorly written at the end, but I think most of it is okay. Nothing else to add.

Warnings; Lots and lots of mentions of drinking and foul language.

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Music blared throughout the building, the clinks of glass and people talking and laughing added even more to the noise. The smell of cheap colognes and perfumes somehow overpowered the smell of alcohol.

You look around to see Ray sitting next to what you assumed was Peter based off of the way he looked, and another man sitting next to Peter right next to him, tinkering with something.

You walk up to the group and tap Ray's shoulder.

"Hey, Ray! Sorry I'm a little late, I underestimated how long the walk from my apartment was." You say, your voice louder than how a person would normally speak, trying to be heard over the noise.

"Y/n, hey! Don't worry, we've only been here for 10 minutes. You look great! Sit down. This is Peter, though I think you said you remember him, and that's Egon over there." Ray says, pointing to the man tinkering with some piece of metal and wires.

You go to shake your hand with Peter and he holds it, bringing your hand to his lips.

"Y/n, long time no see. You look just as beautiful as before, if not even more." Peter says flirtatiously.

You pull your hand away, grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping your hand off. "Yeah, uh, great to see you too, Peter. You haven't changed a bit I see." You laugh dryly.

You look beside Peter as he lightly slaps the man's arm to get his attention. "Take your hands off of that thing and say hi to the beautiful lady and introduce yourself, Egon." Peter says, sounding like a mother.

The man turns around to look at you and fixes his glasses before he extends his hand out to you, a slight look of annoyance on his face.

"Hi, I'm Egon." He says in a monotone voice.

Oh.

You do the same, shaking hands with him. "I'm Y/n, I used to study computer science and parapsychology at the University." You say, smiling.

You remembered him now. He often sat with Ray and Peter during lessons in the class that you took parapsychology in. That's where you met Ray and Peter. Though Egon wasn't much of a talker so you guess that might've been the reason why you didn't talk to him much.

You thought he was handsome and you'll admit that. You often caught yourself staring at him during classes or when you sat with the guys during lunch.

You release your hand and go to sit next to Ray, you look over at Egon to see he's gone back to tinkering with his piece.

"So, how's moving the stuff out of your lab been going?" Ray asks, taking a drink from his bottle.

"Well, it's been going. I don't really have any other place to put everything except for my apartment so it's cluttered in there right now, but regardless of how much I hate the Dean I'm really happy that he gave me a month to get everything out because it's going to take a good amount of time."

"We can always help you, you know. Just speed up the process. Oh! I almost forgot to ask you, I know it's only been a couple of days since we started talking to each other again, but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to join this thing that we're doing right now. I know you used to like doing the whole studying about phantoms and all, and we started this ghost busting business so-" Ray rants excitedly.

That's one thing you always liked about Ray. He was always so enthusiastic and passionate about everything that he talked about, easy to talk to. There was never a time that when you were talking to him you felt that he was bored or not interested in what you were saying. He always listened intently and responded well. And that's how you were when having conversations with him too, it's what made you grow close to him over the span of the 4 years that you hung out and talked to him regularly, and it feels like you still have that same closeness with him even after 7 years of not talking to him.

"Woah, woah, woah, now, Ray. We never talked about letting someone else in this biz." Peter says, interrupting Ray.

"Oh, come on, Peter. Y/n's one of the best engineers I know, we could use that kind of stuff for this." Ray argues.

"We have Egon for that, Ray. I th-"

"I would love to. It would be nice to have something to do and to get to work with you guys again after so long. I did miss talking with you guys, I'll admit." You cut Peter off, taking your bottle of beer from the bartender.

"That's great! Hey, in that case we could just move some of your equipment with us! This'll be fun, just like old times, right!" Ray says, patting your shoulder with a smile on his face.

You look at Peter as he shrugged his shoulders and took a drink from his cup, probably out of defeat.

"What do you mean move my stuff in with you guys? Didn't you get kicked out of the University, too?"

"Well, yeah. But we found a place where we could all do our stuff and run the whole Ghost busting thing we've got. We could move some of your stuff in there and you could work with us."

"Really? How'd you guys find a lab that fast?! it's only been what, two days now?" You say, looking at Ray in shock.

"Well, it's not really a lab, more of an, old fire station." Ray shrugs.

"A fire station! That's so cool! Does it have the pole to go down and everything?" You say, with wide eyes and a big smile on your face.

"Yeah it does! That's what I was most excited about too!"

"Don't encourage him, Y/n." Peter says, looking away from his glass as he gives you a disappointed look, to which you roll your eyes to in response.

It would be awesome to work with them again. And although when you were in college with them you never really got to work with each other all that much, you had fun doing so. The only hard part about working with them was that it would take forever to finish something due to the amount of time that was spent cracking jokes and talking to eachother about completely unrelated things.

You finish your bottle and order another, taking a long drink from it before continuing to talk to Peter and Ray.

Egon stayed tinkering with what he was working on, didn't really bother to get involved into any conversation and didn't bother to drink.

You were a little upset he wasn't talking but you were too scared to try to spark a conversation up with him. You kept glancing at him more than you would like to admit, just like you used to all those years ago, and you weren't being very sneaky about it unfortunately.

"You got your eye on something, Y/n? Or, someone?" Peter says teasingly.

By now you were already three drinks in, a little farther in than a buzz. Your tolerance to alcohol was way lower than it was when you were in college as you never got together with friends like now or bothered to drink that much when you started working at the University.

"What?" You slur.

Peter only gives you a wink and a smirk, and goes back to his conversation with Ray.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Was I really being that obvious? You sit and stare off at the other people playing pool to try to distract yourself.

"Y/n, we're gonna head out in a bit. Are you gonna need one of us to walk you back to your apartment?" Ray says, putting his hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance.

"Oh, okay. And yeah, if you guys could that would be great. I don't think I'll be able to make it there without getting lost." You laugh.

"Great, we'll send Egon with you then!" Peter says, butting in.

You look at him wide eyed and see Egon look up at Peter to give him a look.

"Alright, Egon. Be a doll and help Y/n get to their apartment safely. Me and Ray will be at the station. We'll cover your bill, Y/n. Our treat." Peter says, turning to look at you and smiling.

You'd be absolutely happy and thankful that Peter was covering your bill if it weren't for the fact he was going to have Egon walk you to your apartment *alone*. The only reason why you had asked for someone to take you was because you immediately assumed it would be Ray. This was 1,000% Peter's idea of a joke or some sort of torture. He really hasn't changed then in that case.

"We'll be on our way now, guys. It was nice seeing you, Y/n! Hopefully it'll be more often." Ray says, putting a couple bills on the table and then getting his jacket on. Peter and Ray walked out of the bar and left you and Egon there.

Assholes.

You sigh and grab your things to get ready to leave, putting a 10 dollar bill on the table for the bartender to have as a tip.

"So, where do you live?"

"Huh?" You say, looking up and pausing before realizing what Egon was asking. "Oh, uh, it's that apartment complex on 121st street."

"Alright then." Egon says, leading you out the door with the parts he brought with him in his hands.

You stumble a bit trying to catch up with him but to no avail you couldn't. The cold New York weather made you regret not putting your jacket on before you left, as the cold began to sting your arms.

"Egon, jesus, wait!" You pant.

Egon turns around and walks to you as he realizes how far ahead he was of you.

You continue to pant, trying to catch your breath as you put your coat on and button it up.

"Do you uh, do you think you could slow down a little?" You say, pausing every other word as you caught your breath.

"Oh, sorry." Egon apologises.

After a couple of seconds to recover, you and Egon continued to walk to your apartment building.

The whole walk was quiet. You were too buzzed and awkward to even try to make any small talk, and Egon didn't seem to be much of a talker. It was very awkward for you at least.

"Thank you so much, Egon. I hope that this wasn't too much trouble for you, I really appreciate this." You say opening your apartment door.

"Of course, it was no trouble at all."

"Well, um.. I'll be going to bed now, sorry for keeping you up or anything because of this. Goodnight, Egon." You said, tapping on your doorframe nervously.

"No, you didn't keep me up, don't worry. Goodnight, Y/n." Egon says, looking at his trinkets and parts he was working on earlier.

You wondered what he was working on that had him so immersed in it at the bar. You could work with music, but all of the other noise like the bottles clinking and the people talking distracted you greatly. You have no clue how he could do that.

You close your door gently and lock it. You do the usual; throw your keys onto the kitchen island, hang your coat, navigate your way through the towers of boxes, brush your teeth, dress out into your sleep clothes and go to sleep. You fell asleep faster than you usually did, very obviously because of the alcohol that was still in your system.

I forgot just how handsome he was.

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I had done 3/4 of this in 2 hours, and then I pushed it off for a month or so, and I'm so sorry about that, guys 💀💀. This is longer than the other two chapters though!

[spenglersweetheart]

You’ve got me addicted to your writing! Hear me out, the ghostbusters are still pretty new, and in need of one more recruit. (This is before the hotel call) so the put a flyer out. Reader is a well known parapsychologist and Doctor of science. This whole idea of catching ghosts intrigues them so they decide to go and apply and boom they’re a ghostbuster.

Ray is the sort of dude, she fell he fell harder type of dude and this is true between him and the reader. I just need fluff of Ray and the others reacting to reader helping catch the ghostbusters first ghost

This honestly makes my heart so so so happy! i'm honestly happy that you like my writing so much! :) this idea is so cute (as are all of the other ones) but i really like this one!

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I'm Proud Of You

Ray Stantz x Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU SAW THE FLYER A FEW MONTHS BACK. YOU were on your way to the subway station when you found the flyer pinned onto a pole while you were walking. Usually, you didn't even look at the papers that were on the poles, but this one has definitely caught your interest. A paranormal investigation and elimination firm. Fast cash, flexible hours, and on the job training was an opportunity that you couldn't pass up.

You were pretty much interviewed. It doesn't last long because you pretty much knew the answer to everything that was asked. Yes, yes, and yes. You believed in anything that was out there. One of the guys has walked in. You immediately took interest. After you're hired, you learn that his name is Ray. You talk for a while before meeting the other two, who you learned that their names are Egon and Peter.

You've been in training for a while now, but there hasn't really been any ghost calls. Until now.

Turns out the Sedgwick Hotel has a ghost problem and they had called to fix it. Of course you were nervous. It's the first ghost that you've even come across. Well, not necessarily. It was your first time catching one. It was exhilarating but nerve-wracking at the same time, as this ghost moved pretty fast for a green glob of ectoplasm.

They're in this fancy dining room. Doors locked behind them, but you can tell the doors were thin. Some people could hear the noise from outside. Which makes the manager at the hotel very nervous.

Egon had attempted to capture it, but to no avail, breaking the glasses and plates along the counter. He doesn't even know it's gone until Peter practically shouts at him to stop.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! Nice shootin', Tex!" Peter yells. It's sarcastic.

You're observant. You saw where the ghost flew. You see a glimpse of green out of the corner of your eye. You fully turn to make sure that it is green, slimy, ghost that you guys were supposed to capture. Once you've got a stable target, you start to shoot. It's stunned in place.

"Guys! Guys I got it!" You tell.

"That's great, Y / N, hold it still! Egon you shoot next!" Ray says. "And Peter then you shoot!"

They move over to where you are. First Egon shoots, and then Peter. The ghost is paralyzed due to it. Ray slides the ghost trap under it, putting his goggles on.

"Okay, I'm going to open the trap and fly guys drag it down. Don't look at the trap!" Ray tells them.

He opens it, Egon only catches a glimpse of it. "I looked at the trap, Ray!"

The three of you eventually try to drag it down. You guys are careful about it, ironically after all the mess and the chaos that you guys have already created in the room. Once the ghost was in the trap, Ray immediately closed it. The other three stop shooting.

All three of them walk toward the trap. It's smoking. The smell of it is quite wretched. You scrunched up your nose.

"God, who knew ghosts could smell so bad?" You mutter, looking at the other three.

"Congratulations, newbie. You caught your very first ghost," Peter says.

"Isn't it teaching our first ghost?"

"Well, yes, but you're the one who secured it," Ray says to you, "All of that training led to this, and you did a really good job. I'm proud of you."

You couldn't help but to give a huge smile afterward. You're a little bit more excited about it now that Ray had told you that.

"I say you're a good addition to the team," Ray says, "You two agree?"

"Your hand-eye coordination is what we need," Egon replies, "I think we've found your skill."

"It's definitely useful," Peter says, although his tone of voice is boring.

"Cool," is the only thing you can say after this. All the words have been jumbled up in your mind. You then look at the mess you've created.

"Now ... What are we gonna do about this?"

[mass-sponge-migration]

Hello! I'm Sunny, or Kat, and this is my Ghostbusters "safe"blog! I interact from my main @sunnysmiley

👻 About me! 👻

I'm a 20 year old selfshipper with autism, anxiety, and I suffer from RSD pretty badly. With that being said please be patient and kind with me!

I'm a demigirl and my pronouns are whatever ya wanna call me! I'm very neutral with pronouns. If you're unsure, just refer to me as they/them!

I'm fictoromantic.

I make art, I write, listen to music, game, watch movies, occasionally play an instrument, love old music and cars.

I'm nicer than I let on sometimes! I just don't know how to socialize very well! Please feel free to comment or interact! I'm just very socially inept at times. Indicators help sometimes.

👻 About the blog! 👻

So, as stated, I'm a selfshipper and I use it to cope and have fun! This blog is mainly dedicated to the Ghostbusters franchise, and my other self ship blog can be found at @elements-in-harmony .

Here's my list of f/os and the relationships I have with them!

Ray Stantz: my primary romantic f/o. He's the only one I have a romantic relationship with. I'll put more about us below. [Tag: #👻🤍rayray🤍👻]

Egon Spengler: He's my bestie. I view him as sorta like my mentor. [Tag: #👻egie👻]

Peter Venkman: Another bestie of mine. He's like a brother to me. [Tag: #👻venky👻]

Winston Zeddemore: My BFF. He keeps all of us grounded. [Tag: #👻zeddy👻]

Janine Melnitz and Louis Tully: Could you even guess? More besties of mine. [Tag: #👻bespectacled trio👻] We're like a group of bffs and we're all lovely glasses-wearing peeps.

Dana Barrett: ....... Bestie again...... [Tag: #👻dana👻]

👻 My Blorbo 👻

The main purpose of this blog WILL BE ME LOVING TF OUTTA RAY!!! SO WARNING: TONS OF GUSHING AHEAD!

Ray and I enjoy discussing and exploring the paranormal, watching movies, reading, talking about cars and fixing up Ecto-1 together (the four-wheeled bean), gaming, listening to music together, drinking together, and exploring abandoned places and always looking for fun things to get up to. We both know just how to communicate with each other. Also: CUDDLES.

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Please, please, PLEASE respect this list and if you see something that applies to you here, DO NOT INTERACT and DO NOT FOLLOW! BLOCK ME AND MOVE ON!

DNI if you're homophobic, transphobic, a TERF, misogynist, anti LGBTQIA+.

DNI if you're racist and/or antisemitic.

DNI if you're pr0ship, c0mship, or self ship with real people.

DNI if you're an ableist in any way.

DNI if you're a minor! I'm likely to post or talk about things that may be suggestive! IF YOU'RE A MINOR OR DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE DISCLOSED ON YOUR BLOG AND YOU FOLLOW, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Nothing against you personally of course.

Basically, if you're someone I just find disagreeable, I will block you.

👻 Welcome to my blog! 👻

[notquitecanon]

Mandatory Attendance // Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader

In which everyone knows you love each other except you two, Peter bribes a bouncer, and Egon learns he doesn't hate dancing as much as he thought he did- as long as its you.

I live for pics that right on the edge of being in a relationship, where its so clear to everyone that the two are in love, and its just a lot of pining and yearning. Just two idiots in love that don't know they're in love except one idiot is a super genius that collects spores, molds, and fungus and might be catching on wink wonk

TW: alcohol, Peter making insinuations, slime mention ;), this is very self indulgent but that's what self insert fanfic is for so you know what im not sorry and I will be doing It again

👇👇👇👇 I just think he's pretty neat

"Attendance mandatory, boys- that means not optional, even for you Egon."

That had been Peter Venkman's irrefutable verdict on the Ghostbusters hosted Holiday Soiree that he thought up and left for you and Janine to arrange- on top of your usual workload, you might add.

Ray was on board almost immediately, after all he was the most outgoing of the quartet aside from Peter, and was very excited to reconnect with their former clients. Winston had chuckled when you sassed Peter, asking which former client he was trying to bed, but otherwise didn't seem overly ruffled about the event. Dr. Spengler had been the most resistant, insisting he had better use for his time in the lab, but eventually ceded the argument when he realized he'd waste more time trying to get out of the party than he would actually attending.

So, you and Janine were left to it, taking turns to use one phone to take client calls and another, new, phone to arrange a venue, decor, caterer, bar, music, invitations, and everything else on Peter's lists. You hadn't failed to notice that this Soiree had the male to female ratio of frat parties on college campuses, and knew that this wasn't accidental. Nevertheless, slowly but surely it got done (even if half the past clients simply cussed you out, mostly about the ridiculous amount of proton accelerator damage that had never been fixed).

So, about a month later, the week of Christmas for those who celebrated, you finally reaped the fruits of your labor. The open bar in the corner of the venue, turned away from the dance floor so clients wouldn't come harass you more about the expensive fees or unchecked damage.

Hell to plan, hell to attend.

Well, not quite. Your company hadn't been completely terrible, if you do say so yourself, though you were still half surprised that Ray and Winston truly managed to drag Egon out of the lab and even gotten him into a suit. More so surprised that he made it past the first hour mark without slipping out- you absentmindedly wondered if Peter had bribed the bouncers to not let him leave.

The thought made you giggle into your themed cocktail- a lemon drop martini colored electric green with a liqueur you were sure was radioactive, a drop of grenadine settled at the bottom along with a dry ice chip. Layered red, electric green with an unsettling bubbling mist, sure to make you sick if you weren't careful- the bartender had called an 'Ectoplasmic Vapor'.

"What's so funny?"

You slid your eyes over to Doctor Spengler who was sat stick straight on the barstool beside you. One of his thick eyebrows was arched over the lenses of his glasses as he watched you take a sip of your sickly sweet drink. You were sure if you mentioned what had truly made you laugh, he might actually try to leave, abandoning you to deal with this by yourself, so you switched tracks, uncrossing and recrossing your legs so you could angle your body towards him. Though you didn't notice, this action was well observed in a quick but thorough once over by the scientist- what he did overlook was the subconscious shift his own body made to angle in towards you.

"I owe Janine ten bucks." Which wasn't a lie, and this had made you giggle when you watched him arrive at the precise start time on the invitation, when it had only been you and a couple of the crazier clients that had gotten there even before you.

"What for?" The bespectacled scientist inquired further, sniffing the 'Specter' cocktail some Ghostbuster Groupie Girl had gotten for him that had long since gotten warm despite still being full- supposedly it was something like a White Russian but with strawberry syrup instead. Apparently he found something there he didn't like, because his nose wrinkled in distaste before sliding it away. You smiled softly at him flagging down the bartender and ordered a coffee, knowing Egon didn't drink, he said it impaired too much brain function. Honestly, you were sure he could black out and still out smart everyone in the room.

"She said you'd wear a suit," You smiled teasingly, using your free hand to smooth out the lapel of his usual gray sports coat. Egon dipped his chin to watch your nails trail over the material, a spirited, shiny red lacquer that Janine had insisted on when she did them for you. Though his face was still angled down, he flicked his eyes back up at you, as if telling you to continue. Your soft smile turned a bit teasing as you shrugged, "I figured you'd show up in your lab coat."

An almost blush crept up the mans neck, making you grin as you looked away, pretending not to notice him dip his finger under his collar to loosen it, but you did catch him mutter, "Peter wouldn't let me."

"Well, it's a good look, Dr. Spengler." You assured him with an appraising once over and sure smile before finishing the rest of your drink. Egon observed you for a moment so intensely, you had to look away, ordering another drink so you had something to do as he started at your hair, then the meticulously applied makeup around your eyes, pausing at the glossy color on your lips before gliding down to the neckline of your dress, then the way it silhouetted at your waist, next to the hemline, and finally to the heels that were strapped around your ankles.

"You, as well look-" He paused to clear his throat, getting his thoughts in order before raising his eyes back to yours, "You also look very nice tonight, (Y/N)."

You wanted to pretend it was the radioactive liqueur that brought the heat to your cheeks, but no, it was the bespectacled, curly haired scientist that had abandoned the compliment to go on a diatribe about the color psychology and geometry of fashion that went into the modern day mating ritual. And you listened, because you would listen to anything that he said even when you didn't understand what he meant by 'freudian connotations of triangle cloth patterns of the forties'.

It was around that time that Ray arrived with Peter, Winston shortly behind them. Of course the press went crazy and the party truly kicked off. The band was playing jazzy, big band arrangements of holiday music and all at once the dance floor was full.

You had finished your latest drink by the time Ray and Winston managed to find the two of you, still turned in to each other. Egon had lost some of the stiffness of his posture, curving in you could hear him over the band while you listened with you elbow propped up on the bar, palm supporting your chin.

You were listening to Egon point out clients and match them with their respective ghosts that the boys had caught, which was nice to finally put a face to the frantic phone calls you received. In return, you would share the ridiculous ways that said clients had described their ghost problems to you and Janine before you sorted them into the classification system they had come up with. You were priding yourself on actually eliciting a deep, baritone chuckle about someone calling a Class II Focused Animating Repeater as 'the devil's rabid possum with an attitude problem'.

"You're still here!" Ray admonished happily, excitedly squeezing Egon's arm before turning to you with that warm, goofy grin of his, "Great party, (Y/N), everyone seems to be having a good time!"

Winston nodded with a smile, lowly whistling before flagging the bartender, "Who knew you could clean up so good? And beautiful women shouldn't have empty glasses."

Another blush crept up your cheeks as you playfully shoved Zeddemore's shoulder, he and Venkman just liked to see you flustered. Winston had been hired shortly after you, making it easy to relate to each other in the crazy Ghostbusting reality that was your life now. He was like Ray, a completely brotherly kind of relationship- which made Venkman the sometimes creepy but ultimately lovable uncle. All of them knew who your eyes were on, which only made their little game so much easier, and more fun.

"You three were late." Egon pointedly directed the attention away from you, his posture stiffening as yet another drink was placed in front of you. Last one, you promised yourself. You didn't miss the way Winston and Ray gave each other a look while Egon watched you, they were up to something.

"That would be because no one shows up to their own party on time, Spengie." Peter's smooth snark appeared out of no where before he was suddenly between Ray and Egon, arms draped over both mens' shoulders. "It's passé. (Y/N), keeping the good doctor out of trouble, entertained, and stimulated, I hope- intellectually of course, I mean- but other kinds could be consi-"

"Good evening, Dr. Venkman." You cut him off sharply with warm cheeks, suddenly aware of just how close you had gotten to Egon while you had been talking, "I hope the party is to your liking, but your guests will get jealous if all four ghostbusters sit in the corner and talk to their receptionist."

Which was true, reporters and groupies alike were glaring at the corner you occupied, waiting for the group to disband from the little huddle they had formed around you and Egon. Peter didn't seem to mind, in fact, smiling smugly at not only your reaction but also Egon's that you had missed while glaring daggers at him. Ray's excited eyes were sliding between you and Egon as his grin got wider as if he was realizing something for the first time. And Egon was simply observing you, discerning eyes picking you apart as you looked to Winston for help. You sighed sharply through your nose- damn psychologists.

"We should make the rounds, guys, before our clients take full advantage of the open bar." Zeddemore suggested, giving you a wink before sauntering off, swirling his lo-ball glass of whiskey as he went.

"Right, right, have fun you crazy kids." Venkman's voice was saturated with that charismatic sarcasm that he was known for. You rolled your eyes and took a long sip of your drink, at this rate you'd need another five just to deal with Peter, "Oh, and, by the way, Spengs, if you want to leave early, I expect to see you on the dance floor at least once- then you can go back home to your slime."

So, Peter had bribed the bouncers.

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The party was approaching it's third hour, with no signs of stopping. Egon and you had been separated. You had to handle a group of reporters trying to follow Ray and Winston into the bathrooms- another day in the glamorous life of the Ghostbuster's secretary and amateur party planner. That's when you found out a tabloid reporter had crashed the party, Egon had disappeared when they started asking you about the Ghostbuster's love lives.

After the crisis had been averted, you had briefly caught sight of the tallest ghost buster arguing with the doorman but before you could try to assist him- as his secretary and assistant of sorts, of course- Louis Tully materialized in front of you and had a lot of questions about how you were filing these party expenses on the Ghostbusters' taxes.

By the time Louis got to the renter's insurance portion of his inquiries, you were starting to feel like the ghost that the boys trapped- dead inside, so you broke your promise and got another drink which came with the added bonus of sitting down while Louis talked at you.

"Excuse me, Louis, I need to borrow (Y/N)."

That deep voice had never sounded so amazing as it did cutting off a lecture on import tax exemptions, and you were sure you looked childish with your look of excited adoration as you turned around to find Egon standing just close enough that his jacket brushed your back.

"Oh, yeah, sure, of course- great party guys!" With that, Tully was just as happy to find someone else to chat up as he wandered off again.

"No luck with the bouncer?" You asked, turning on the stool so you could face him. The scientist grimaced towards the entrance where the bouncer was checking the list before returning his gaze to you where it softened a bit.

"Well, you looked like you needed saving."

"Accountantbuster isn't nearly as catchy, but I appreciated it nonetheless." You smiled up at him. There was a beat of silence once his eyes left yours, staring at something far away like he did when he was thinking hard. Every now and then, he would glance at you before hesitating and staring off again. You figured you'd save him the grief- besides you'd be lying if you said there wasn't part of this that was completely self satisfying.

"You know, if you want to leave so badly, there's a pretty simple solution, Egon." You gathered his attention, jutting your head over your shoulder to the dance floor. The dark headed scientist nodded grimly as if he was facing off Gozer again, alone without a proton pack, but you just breathed a laugh at his dramatics, offering him a hand, "Dr. Spengler, may I have this dance?"

Egon took his eyes off the dance floor to meet yours and then dropped his gaze to your waiting hand, as if it was a trick question. Finally, he looked up to you again, "I believe societal construct deems that to be my line."

Maybe, you thought, but if you waited for him to ask you to dance you might actually be there until the New Year.

"I believe that since you trap ghosts for a living and I all but live in a fire house with four men, societal construct doesn't apply to us." You raised an eye brow, giving your fingers a little wiggle as if to say, this is a limited time offer. Egon's chin dipped as he chuckled- twice in one night, you smiled inwardly as you realized- but he nodded.

"I suppose you're right."

With that, he gingerly took your hand. You noticed, first, how warm his hand was, and secondly how large it looked compared to yours. For a moment, all you could do was stare at your hand in his, picking out the little scars around his fingertips from lab work gone wrong- even with the callouses from near full time lab work, the roughness of his hands wasn't unwelcome.

Without letting go, you scooted off the bar stool, letting your heels come into contact with the floor. For a moment you wobbled, your last drink catching up with you enough to make you unsteady even if your mind was sharp as ever. Egon was quick to steady you, watching your warily for a moment, but he didn't seem to mind, as you moved towards the battle ground dance floor.

The song was turning as you stepped onto the laminate floor, twisting so you would be face to face with Egon, well, face to face if you didn't have to look so far up. Once again, he hesitated for a moment before hovering his free hand over your waist. To reassure him, you simply moved in so it would rest against the fabric of your dress, the warmth seeping through the garment easily.

You hooked your free arm around his shoulder as the next song started, a slow arrangement but you couldn't quite place the actual song. The two of you started with a little bit of respectful distance between you, and to your surprise Egon was surprisingly graceful, naturally leading you in a step only slightly more complicated than the slow sway you were anticipating.

At your shocked expression the physicist shrugged mildly, "Dancing is simply geometry and physics set to rhythm."

Another breathed laugh as you shook your head, "I think the poets might disagree with you, Egon."

The dance continued, the music swelling slowly. At some point in the first chorus, either your radioactive liquor or your heels (perhaps both) caused you to stumble forward. Egon was quick to break your fall, his grip on your waist pulling you forward so you fell into his broad chest instead. It wasn't difficult for him to keep you upright, so he waited patiently for you to right your footing. Once you did, you started to pull back to your original distance, but the grip on your waist kept you close.

Since you were still at it, a little more self satisfaction couldn't hurt- so you decided to live in the moment, now allowing your face to rest against Egon's chest, reveling in the subtle scent of shaving cream, cologne, the smoke that the traps emitted, and something earthy (a spore, mold, or fungus you figured but it was so delightfully Egon that you didn't mind). Through his gray jacket, sweater, tie, and button up, you could hear his heart beat, steady and strong, and he slowed down to the original sway you were anticipating.

At this range, you couldn't see his face and the song showed no signs of coming to an end yet. You didn't mind, but you were sure Egon was staring at the door, just waiting for Peter or the Bouncer to notice and check him off the list so he could leave. To save yourself the embarrassment of when the song would inevitably end, you knew you needed to say something to give him an out- you were self satisfying but you wouldn't keep him here if he didn't want to.

"This is just torture isn't it?" You joked softly without looking up, but your sass lacked its usual sharpness as you enjoyed the close softness of the moment before you went back to being a secretary and he went back to being a ghostbuster.

Over your head, Egon was completely focussed on you, on your breathing, on keeping you steady, on your posture- when he devoted himself to a task, he devoted. This was no different, well that's not completely true, it was different but only because it was you.

He hadn't failed to notice how easily you tucked into his arms, nor how quickly you had followed his lead, how your perfume didn't give him a headache like most women's, how he didn't mind your closeness, how he had absentmindedly started tracing circles on your waist with his thumb, how your clasped hands rested so close to your face he could feel your breath on his knuckles, how soft your hand felt compared to his, how he was no longer timing how long the song was in his head. These observations were interesting, he'd have to chart them when he got back to the firehouse, and keep his eyes on the trends it revealed.

No, it wasn't quite torture, not with you at least. Maybe even something he would do again if the opportunity presented itself. But that was a lot to explain, and the song was sure to end before he was finished.

So, for the moment, Egon simply rested his chin on top of your hair, allowing his stare to become far way as his lips quirked up into that trademarked sideways smirk.

"Not entirely."

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no proof reading we turn into dogs like men

[tedesquire]

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

A/N: So I’ve recently become obsessed with Egon and Ray, (hello new hyperfixation) and am hopping on the Ghostbusters fanfiction train. I’m a little rusty writing but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Warnings: Smoking

Contains: fluff, established Janine x Egon relationship, mentions of Ray’s delicious ass.

Description: You were moon-faced, doe-eyed, head over heels for Ray Stantz. But you can’t confess your feelings to him. You’re far too busy “working”.

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You were supposed to be alphabetizing the files of previous clients. Or prioritizing recent client calls. Or finishing typing up client statements. You could have even been reading a magazine like Janine was, or… or anything.

“You realize you’re staring?” Janine sings softly, noisy flipping a glossy page.

“Yeah…” You sigh, leaning your cheek on your hand.

“You realize he could turn around and catch you?”

“Uh-huh…”

“You realize that Peter’s standing behind you?” You jolted in your office chair, quickly turning around with a prepared excuse on your tongue only to be met with empty air. Your head snaps to face Janine, her nimble fingers removing her glasses as she held in a snicker.

“That wasn’t funny!” You hiss, “If Peter ever saw this I know he’s never let me forget it.” Your eyes frantically dart around.

“Forget what?” Egon’s deep voice came from behind, startling you once more. 

“Jesus, Egon, wear a damn bell!” Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, taking a few calming breaths. The lanky man approached Janine, giving her a small peck on her cheek.

“Don’t listen to her, she’s just mad that I was teasing her about Ray.” 

“Zip it!” You whisper harshly, sparing a glance to the aforementioned man, blissfully ignorant of your staring and of the current conversation as he was fixing the Ecto-1, plump ass in full view. It was just so perfectly cradled by his khakis, and the soft groans he emitted echoed throughout the floor. You absentmindedly bite your lip, noticing a sliver of his soft stomach exposed as his black tee rides up. 

God, you love it when he wears that shirt. Not only did it ride up every so often but sometimes you could see the start of his chest hair. You could only imagine what Dr. Ray Stantz would look like shirtless, how warm his skin would be as you ran your hands over his stomach and pecks, you wondered if he had any unseen freckles or moles, what you wouldn’t give to kiss them as you make your way down-

*smack*

It takes you a second to recognize that Janine has hit you with her magazine, rolled up in her palm, the other hand held onto by Egon in what you can assume was a failed attempt to stop her. She snickers, setting the magazine down on your desk to cradle your cheek affectionately.

“Oh honey, you’ve got to tell him. I can’t sit here and watch this every day, we’ve got work we have to do. Besides, I’ve got a feeling he likes you back, and you know with my psychic abilities I’m hardly ever wrong.”

“Didn’t you think your boyfriend was going to die at the hands of the Keymaster?” You tried to dismiss her, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“He almost did!” She opened her mouth to continue, only to be interrupted by Egon.

“I’m sorry, were you under the assumption that your infatuation with Ray is a secret? We all know about it, except Ray, I believe.”

“What?!” You cried softly. “Janine!-”

“You’re often mimicking his breathing and body posture, your pupils are always dilated when you’re around him, and I’ve noticed an increase in you wiping your palms, which indicates that you’re sweating excessively. You’re either attracted to Ray, or you’ve started taking drugs.”

“I will say this slowly. I do not ‘like’ Ray and I’m not on drugs.” You sighed irritably. 

“Well then the only other conclusionI have is that you’re ovulating.”

“Egon!” You and Janine both gasped, finally drawing the attention of the other parapsychologist in the room. 

“Everything okay?” Ray asked, wiping his hands before making his way over.

“Oh yeah,” Janine smiled, leaning against her boyfriend. “Egon and I were just about to leave for the day. Y/n’s still working though, should you need anything.” You could have wiped the smug look on her face, but appreciated her quick recovery.

“Oh, well then, enjoy your night!” Ray’s lips spread into that oh-so-infectious grin you loved. 

The couple said their goodbyes, making their way to the door. You saw Janine turn around and mouth, “tell him!” before the pair left for the day. You manage to suppress another eye roll, turning your attention back to Ray.

“How is she? The car.” His large hand reaches behind his neck to scratch at the skin there, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his hip leans into the side of your desk.

“Well, the muffler’s so loud I’m not sure if anyone can hear the sirens over it, but I guess I’d rather listen to the muffler than Venkman trying to sing Hall & Oates.” You laugh softly, ripping your eyes away from his to try and appear more casual.

“Hall & Oates? I never pictured him the type. Poor Dr. Stantz.” You tease. “If anyone can fix Ecto, It’s gotta be you.” You compliment, busying your hands as you try to organize the unorganized pile of files on your desk. “Would you uh, like a glass of water or anything?” You look back up at him only to meet that damn smile again. 

“No, no, that’s alright, don’t trouble yourself.” You stand anyway, waving off his comment. Another reason you admired him so much. He was constantly thinking of other people. On every call he always made sure to ask the client how they’re feeling and believed them without a second thought. He knew everyone’s takeout order from all the regular places off the top of his head for long nights. He always asked how your weekend went, and always denied your help, even though it was your job.

With a glass of water in hand, you make your way back to your desk, stopping once you catch Ray lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He notices your return and flushes, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to exhale.

“I hope you don’t mind. I know you, Janine, and Egon don’t smoke.”

“No, that’s okay!” Normally, with other men, you couldn’t stand the sight, smell, or even the thought of smoking, but if it meant spending more time with Ray, you’d gladly risk secondhand smoking. He takes the glass from you softly, rough fingers brushing against yours. Ray was a man who knew the meaning of hard work. 

After taking a sip, he catches you still staring, suddenly a little self conscious. Thinking it’s the cigarette, he decides to speak again instead of taking another drag. 

“I know, Egon tells me it’s an awful, filthy habit. It’s the leading cause of death, I’m wasting thousands each year, not to mention it’s unattractive.” He recalls various things his friend has said in attempts to stop. “I’ll… I’ll put it out.”

On the contrary, something about the way Ray smiles to himself as he balances a cigarette between his teeth drives you nuts. Not to mention the pleased expression on his lips when he takes a particularly long drag, or the lingering of the smoke against his delightfully plump lips when he exhaled. God, you could almost kiss the smoke out of him.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by Ray choking on the cigarette, instantly patting his back softly with a concerned gaze. 

“Jesus, Ray, you alright?” You cry, lifting the cup of water back up to his lips.

“Kiss the smoke out of me?” He squeaks, voice strained thickly. “Now I’m definitely putting this out.” He weakly fumbles for the ashtray he had brought over when you had left. Before you can even process that you’ve just spilled your guts to your crush, his strong hands are already gripping your arms, and his lips smack against yours.

You were right. You noted, Ray’s lips are wonderfully soft. Did he use chapstick? He tastes of cigarettes, and your eyes flutter shut as you lean into the kiss, your heart racing. A hand of his comes to cradle your cheek and you practically melt into his embrace. Kissing Ray immediately felt natural, like speaking or breathing. 

He was so… warm, and you could bet he was blushing. 

Too soon your lips pull apart for air as you pant against each other, foreheads connected.

“You’re amazing…” He mumbled, pressing chaste kisses against your cheek. “You’re so beautiful and kind and I can’t believe you like me back.”

Your shock slowly returns to you and you’re suddenly shy, blushing as you clear your throat. “Ray, you… you like me?” He pauses, leaning back to meet your eyes.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” You exclaim.

“I thought it was obvious! Egon said everyone knew about it! He said I was mimicking your breathing and body posture, my pupils dilated around you, and I’ve been excessively wiping my palms.” You scoff, an incredulous laugh escaping you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, Doctor, just kiss me again.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close, reminding yourself to reward Egon with the next mold sample you could get your hands on.

[starmangarrett]

Streets of New York.

Egon X reader

Summary

You and Egon are going on a coffee run, he had invited you to tag along. Yet while the two of you talk, the topic goes into your feelings for one another

Warnings: None!

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“Egon!” Peter had shouted from the other room, Egon came down the firehouse stairs and stood in front of Peter

“Yes?” He asked, fixing his glasses

“I’d like you to make a coffee run since we’re out of coffee here, is that alright?” He was standing by mine and Janine’s desk

“Fine. I need to be back as soon as possible though.” He huffed, obviously not wanting to do this

“Oh and Y/N, why don’t you walk along, give him some long needed company!” Peter chuckled, retreating into his office

Venkman knew what he was up to. You had talked about having slight feelings for Egon a week ago.

“Peter! You shit.” You muttered to yourself, standing up and grabbing your jacket

“Y/N, hon, you won’t need that, it’s very nice out today.” Janine smiled, then going back to her book

I rolled my eyes and walked up to Egon, he didn’t say a word and started toward the door. I looked at janine and she shrugged at me.

“Fine then.” I muttered, following after him

“My apologies about Venkman. You already know he’s like that.” Egon, smiled the slightest to himself, but enough for you to notice.

“I know. Even though I started what..3 months ago?” I questioned, not exactly remembering

“3 months and 4 days.” He said, looking forward as the both of us walked

“How- I don’t even think you were there when I came in for the first time.” I giggled

“Y/N, I’m always there. Mostly in the lab. Hence why they didn’t show it to you, I was working.” He smiled the slightest bit once again, he seemed at ease.

“Oh..” I grew silent

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking down at me

“Yea. I’m fine. Sorry to worry.” I muttered to him

“I am sorry if I upset you. It wasn’t my intention..” He said, stopping dead in his tracks and stepping to the side with me

“Like I said, it’s fine.” I looked up at him.

“Alright.” He grabbed my hand, mostly because the crowd was getting thicker

Egon knew I had a slight fear of larger crowds, no matter what he always grabbed my hand because of it, although this time it feels different

We soon get out of the crowd and I quickly say

“I like you Egon. I really do.” I said quickly, looking at him

He didn’t hear me. He didn’t hear me at all. I just now realized that he didn’t even know he was still holding my hand. His face was red

“Egon?” I asked, poking his shoulder

“I heard you. I did.”, facing me, we stepped to the side and he spoke

“Why?” He asked, seemingly interrogating me

“What?”

“Why?!” He asked again, it was obvious that he didn’t believe you.

“I..I just do uh-“ He interrupted me and pulled me into a hug, now not speaking

“Sorry..I like you too but..let’s wait until we get back to talk, alright?” He softly asked, I nodded

—

We got back to the firehouse with the coffee, he quickly set the coffees on the table in the lobby and then led me to the lab, checking no one was there.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me quickly, at first I was shocked and then eased into it, after a bit he backed up

“I..I’m very sorry..” He said, backing up into his desk and almost falling

“No No it’s okay!” I spoke, looking at him.

We soon heard whistling from the hall

“Knew you could do it, Spengler.” Peter laughed, also slow clapping

“You-“ He went after Peter “You set this up?!”

Peter smiled and nodded

“Have fun you two.” He joked, backing out and closing the door.

Egon then spoke

“I love you..” He chuckled

“I love you too..”

[sporesmoldandfungi]

Magic - The Client

Author’s Note : Thank you all for liking and reblogging the story so far, it really means a lot! I’ve been writing this series since March 2021, which is why I’m pumping out chapters like crazy and it’s nice to see people enjoying it. I’m going to upload a masterlist as well as start requests for one shots. Thank you again so much!

Word Count : 2438

The next week was filled with remodeling, repainting and moving into the firehouse. as well as filming a promotional commercial. They also hired a receptionist named Janine. She was a short but self assured woman. She had a thick New York accent, and large circular glasses that always sat on her nose, so she could gaze at you judgingly without the glass barrier.

It was a cool fall morning, it was also the calmest day they have had since signing the lease of the firehouse. Peter was assisting in hanging the sign for their business outside the firehouse and Egon sat on the edge of Janine's desk, typing on his calculator.

Genevieve came downstairs, her hair in a messy ponytail and wearing a pair of overalls. She smiled at Janine and went to stand by Egon. "Whatcha doing?"

"Trying to figure out a pricing policy that would allow us to get out of debt as well as make a profit." he said, still looking down.

"That's heavy."

"You could say that."

The two stayed silent only for a moment or so, then it was broken by the sound of a car entering the garage.

Genevieve stood up and ran to Peter, "Is that the car?"

"If you could call it that." he scoffed.

Ray rolled down the driver's seat window and stuck his head out, "Gen! Grab the tool box, I'm gonna need help fixing the old girl."

Genevieve nodded and ran into the back office to grab the tool box. Peter looked offended that Ray didn't ask him to assist in fixing the car, but deep down, he knew he didn't want to. Genevieve returned about less than a minute later, opened the roof of the car, and bent down to begin working.

Peter began to walk over to his office, which was placed directly behind Janine's desk. He stopped when he watched Egon sneaking glances at Genevieve's bent figure over the hood of the car. He walked over to him with a smug grin, popping himself next to Egon.

"Sightseeing is my favorite part of New York, Egon. You took it a step forward, you have discovered beauty in our own home." Peter said, motioning to Genevieve's behind.

"I don't know what you're implying, Peter." Egon replied, staring down at his calculator.

"You don't have to lie to me, I know you two have the hots for each other." he said. When Peter noticed he wasn't getting Egon's attention, he grabbed his head, pulling it up to look at Genevieve. "Can't say I blame you, no man can resist that look."

Egon closed his eyes as Peter held his head up to look ahead. He hated that Peter caught him staring, he was not objectifying her the way Peter currently was. He only hoped Genevieve couldn't hear Peter's lude comments.

Janine groaned loudly, slamming her hands on her desk in frustration. Egon took this as his ticket out. He pushed out of Peter's grasp, walking over to assist Janine. Peter took one last look, then finally retreated back to his office.

There were a few minutes of quiet, busy work. No one paid any attention to the woman who stepped through the firehouse's large doors. She called out to someone as she walked in, and looked around strangely as she heard no response. She looked forward and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Janine, filing her nails at the reception desk.

"Excuse me, this is the Ghostbusters office, right?" the woman said.

Janine put down her nail file, looking up at the woman. She had long, curly brunette hair. She tightly held a purple shawl around her, looking around for the strange men she remembered from their commercial. "It is, can I help you?"

"Well I don't have an appointment, but I'd like to talk to someone, you see-"

Before the woman could finish, Peter barreled out of his office, "I'm Peter Venkman, may I help you?"

"I don't know what I have to say may sound a bit unusual." she explained.

Peter laughed, "That's all we get day in day out around this place, ms.?"

"Barrett, Dana Barrett."

Peter led the woman upstairs. Janine walked over and tapped on Genevieve's shoulder, which in turn made her jump and bump her head on the roof of the car.

"Sorry, but there's a woman upstairs with Peter. A customer figured she needs someone to save her from Peter's pervy advances" she explained.

"Yeah, probably. Thank you, Janine!" she smiled. She slid off the hood of the car and ushered for Ray to follow. She rubbed her head as she walked upstairs with Ray, the pain from hitting her head becoming more noticeable with each step. Egon was already examining the woman when they reached the second floor. There were wires attached to her temples, connected to a TV that showed a thermal reading of her head. Peter sat across from her, no doubt trying to impress her by being her knight in shining armor.

"Oh good, Ms. Barrett, these were my other colleagues I mentioned, Dr. Raymond Stanz and Dr. Genevieve Stratford." Peter said.

"Hello", Dana said, waving awkwardly.

Ray gave her a smile before leaving to grab a soda from their fridge. Genevieve returned her awkward wave, sitting on the couch, rubbing her head.

"Now Ms. Barrett, where were we?" Peter said, resuming the conversation.

"So, this voice said 'Zuul' and I slammed the refrigerator door, that was three days ago and I haven't been back to my apartment since."

"You don't normally see that kind of behavior out of household appliance. What do you think, Egon?" Peter asked.

Egon turned to Peter, blinding him with a flashlight, "She's telling the truth, or at least she thinks she is." he said, turning off the light when he noticed Peter waving his hand in front of his eyes.

"Well of course I'm telling the truth! Who would make up a story like that?" she exclaimed.

"Some who are looking for attention, others just wackos who wander off the street." Peter smirked.

Ray spoke up, "You know what it could be? Past life experience intruding on present time."

Egon walked over and grabbed a box of Cheez-its and joined Genevieve on the couch. "Could be erased memories stored in a collective conscious. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either."

Dana laughed under her breath, "I'm sorry, I don't believe in any of that."

"That's alright, I don't either." Peter said, and the rest of the Ghostbusters looked at him skeptically. "But there are some things we do.. standard procedures in a case like this that often bring us results."

"I could go down to hall of records and check out the structural details in the building. Maybe the building itself has a history of psychic turbulence." Ray offered.

"I could look up the name 'Zuul' in unusual literature." Egon suggested.

"Spate's Catalog?" Genevieve asked.

Egon turned to her, smiling at her. She read his mind. He offered her some Cheez-It. "Tobin's Spirit Guide."

"Tell you what, I'll take back Ms. Barrett to her apartment and check her out", Peter said confidently. Genevieve scoffed and Peter corrected himself, "I'll check out Ms. Barrett's apartment, okay?"

Peter led Dana, who reluctantly followed him. The two left soon after, leaving Ray, Egon, and Genevieve alone. Egon looked over at Genevieve, who was rubbing her head still.

"Are you alright?" he asked concerningly.

She turned, taking her hand off her head when she saw that Egon noticed. "I'm fine, just a little headache."

"She's lying, she hit her head on the hood of the car." Ray called out from the kitchen.

"Traitor!" she called out to him. Genevieve turned back to Egon. "I'm fine really."

He looked at her, "I should probably give you a routine concussion inspection. Stay there." He left, walking into the back lab. Ray walked over to the couch, plopping next to Genevieve. They waited awkwardly for Egon to return. He came back in a minute or two, a flashlight and other medical tools in hand.

He kneeled in front of her, putting on a stethoscope. He placed the small circular disk on her mid-chest, blushing when he realized how awkward the placement was. He then moved on to her blood pressure, then to her temperature.

Ray smiled, looking at the two. "Looks like you're giving her a routine physical rather than checking for a concussion."

"Right." Egon said, putting down the thermometer, then picking up a small flashlight, waving it in front of her eyes. "Are you feeling any nausea?"

"Nope. I think I would know if I had a concussion, I've had several." she laughed, awkwardly standing up. She turned to face Egon, looking down at him. "Uh, thank you, for the check up, Dr. Spengler. I'm gonna go lay down a bit."

Ray and Egon watched as she walked back into the living quarters, shutting the door quietly. Ray turned to Egon, smiling widely. "What was that all about, Dr. Spengler? When I will be receiving one of those doting examinations. You know, I remember a distinct time where Peter exhibited signs of a concussion and he didn't get this kind of treatment."

"That's because he was drunk, Raymond." Egon said, cleaning up his materials.

Ray could sense Egon was embarrassed and there was no way he was going to talk to him about Genevieve. "Well, I'm going to try to finish up the car downstairs, you alright up here?"

"Yes, I'll be fine." Egon said, walking back into the lab.

He sighed deeply. Why is everyone catching onto his stupid, schoolboy crush? That's twice in one day that he was called out for showing too much public affection for Genevieve. It's funny to think how he and Genevieve started out, his past self would be shaking his head at Egon's romantic feelings for Genevieve. When they first met five years ago, he immediately felt nothing for her. Sure, he always saw that she was physically attractive, but he didn't fully fall in love with all of her until the next year. She was shy and reserved when she began assisting him, but she was always kind to him. While others would dismiss his weird comments and ignore him when he info-dumped, she always paid attention and showed interest in what he was explaining. That was the first spark for him. Then the extra time she would spend organizing his files was another spark. The two coffees she picked up every morning for the two to share before his morning lectures. Another spark. The scarf she knitted and gifted him when winter hit. Full fire.

Who wouldn't fall for a woman like Genevieve? She captivated almost every man she met. And yet, she rejected each one. It gave Egon this silent hope that there was some attraction she had for him as well. She wasn't slick when she stared at him, he always caught her out of the corner of his eye. Maybe the root of all the teasing from their friends came from the frustration that they both like each other and are not actively trying to do anything about it.

Egon shook his head, trying to erase the thoughts from his brain, instead, turning his attention to perfecting the equipment he built for their business. After all, they had their first client, they would need proper tools soon. He tinkered for a while. Then, once he finished, he left the lab, grabbing his copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide and sat at the dining table, eagerly scouring the book for any trace of the word that Dana Barrett had mentioned earlier, Zuul.

It was dark when Peter returned. In his hands he held two large bags of Chinese food and a 6-pack of soda. He placed them on the table loudly, making Egon put down his book. Peter looked over his shoulders, shouting, "Chow time, boys! Get it while it's hot."

He sat himself down, tearing apart one of the white bags, grabbing a take-out box and chopsticks. He ate loudly as he waited for the other two to join them. Ray comes upstairs shortly after, his gray sweatshirt covered in oil stains. He seemed pleased, so they assumed his work on the car was successful. Ray and Peter ate in silence, the occasional conversation springing up and then dying soon after.

About ten minutes later, Genevieve emerged from the bedroom. Her ponytail was now messy and barely held together, and she switched her overalls for gray sweats and a white tank top. She sat next to Egon, opening the other bag of food, handing him a box and chopsticks, silently telling him to eat. He smiled to himself as he picked up the box, quickly digging in. She ate very slowly, her head resting on her hand, and her eyes barely staying open.

Peter spoke with food in his mouth, "I'm gonna need to borrow some of that petty cash. We should take her out, we don't want to lose her." he said, referring to Dana.

"This magnificent feast", Ray said, motioning to the take-out, "Is the last of the petty cash."

Egon looked over at Genevieve, who was on the verge of falling asleep again. He took the chopsticks out her hand and she opened her eyes slightly and then leaned on his shoulder. Ray and Peter smirked at Egon, silently praising him as they continued eating.

From downstairs, they could hear the phone ring and Janine answer it. Ray's ears perked as he heard Janine's growing excitement in her voice. She yelled, "We got one!" and pushed a button that set off the firehouse's alarm. Genevieve's head snapped up and she looked to Ray.

"A call!" he said, leaping up, repeating the phrase as he slid down the firepole.

Peter followed, chopsticks in his mouth and carrying his takeout box. Egon helped Genevieve stand up, and watched her slide down the pole, following soon after. The four quickly got dressed into their work uniforms, beige coveralls that had name tags with their respected names on it. The coveralls were fitted with elbow and knee pads, patches with their company photo, and a tube that would allow them to use the bathroom in their suit without peeing their pants. That idea was a joke from Peter that Ray took too seriously.

Genevieve rushed to the car, but admired Ray's handiwork for a moment before piling into the back with Egon. Ray drove the car out of the firehouse to their first real ghost site, The Sedgewick Hotel.

[tomeandflickcorner]

Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Janine’s Day Off

Gotta say, this really felt like a filler episode.  Not that it was bad, of course.  But still largely forgettable, apart from one particular element.

The episode opens with Janine giving a woman a tour of the Firehouse.  It’s not made clear right away, but this new woman is named Louise. And the reason why Janine is giving her this tour is because Janine is taking the night off.  Which means Louise, who was sent in from a temp agency, is going to fill the role of the Ghostbusters’ secretary for the evening. Elsewhere in the Firehouse, Winston is helping Egon out in working on another one of Egon’s inventions.  This new invention is quickly revealed to be a device that could open a dimensional gateway, which Egon hopes would act as a two-way conduit to the supernatural world.  In other words, Egon is now trying to mess around with portal technology. Winston makes a remark over how the notion doesn’t sit right with him, and I don’t blame him.  After all, the thing about opening dimensional gateways is that they tend to open both ways.  Although, Egon doesn’t respond to Winston’s comment and the two leave the room, with Egon shutting off the power to the machine as they exit. Of course, once they leave, Slimer suddenly glides into the room and quickly notices the power switch.  Out of curiosity, I guess, Slimer turns the power switch to the ‘on’ position, but when he notices the dimensional portal machine activating, he panics and quickly turns it off again. But not quick enough, though.  Six orbs of light emerge from a glass bulb affixed to the top of the machine, with each orb turning into an Imp.

It then cuts to the Firehouse’s kitchen/dining area.  There, it’s revealed that Egon had previously agreed to join Janine on her night off, in which they’d go to Canarsie (a neighborhood in Brooklyn) in order to have dinner with Janine’s family.  As you might expect, this reveal was the highlight of the episode for me, as an unapologetic Egon/Janine shipper.  Egon is actually joining Janine for a family dinner?  Even if they’re not officially dating, Egon is still having dinner with Janine’s family.  That’s a pretty major milestone!

Anyway, Janine enters the room to collect Egon and to introduce Louise to Peter, Winston and Ray.  As one would expect, Peter has an instant attraction to Louise and begins trying to lay on the charm.  But as he goes to pour her a cup of coffee, the Imps, who had managed to scurry past them without anyone noticing, end up stabbing Peter’s hand with a pitchfork as he reaches for the kettle.  Peter, having not noticed the Imps yet, announces that the kettle is going haywire.  Ray states it’s probably just an electrical short and that he’ll fix it later. With that, Janine leads Egon away, ignoring his sudden reluctance/cold feet.

Sometime later, Egon and Janine arrive at Canarsie.  Egon states he’s not sure if he’s ready to meet her family, though Janine tells him she’s more worried about if her family is ready to meet him.  (Seriously, are we supposed to conclude that they’re dating now?) Despite their reservations, Janine rings the doorbell outside an apartment, and we’re promptly introduced to Janine’s family.  We’re not directly told which family members these are, but I’m guessing they’re Janine’s parents, along with her grandmother, sister (who Janine previously mentioned in Mrs. Roger’s Neighborhood), brother-in-law and nephew.  Janine’s Mother(?) quickly greets them, and even seems to instantly recognize Egon. Which suggests Janine had previously told her mother about Egon.  (Dawwww!) Janine’s Nephew(?), on the other hand, doesn’t hesitate to establish that he’s a bit of a brat, as he immediately shoots Egon with a water pistol. Still, the family dinner commences without further incident.  Although, at one point, Egon transfers some of the soup he’s eating to a sample jar he has with him.  When Janine notices this, she asks what he’s doing, and Egon tells her he’s planning to add the soup sample to his collection of spores, mold and fungus. (That’s kinda bordering on rude, Egon!) Once again, Janine’s Nephew squirts him with his water pistol, much to Egon’s annoyance.  And I’m left wondering why this kid’s parents didn’t take the water pistol away from him after the first incident.

Back at the Firehouse, Ray is busy examining the electric kettle, but soon concludes that nothing seems wrong with it.  That’s when he finally notices one of the Imps running around.  He hurries downstairs to tell Peter and Winston that there are Imps loose in the kitchen.  Louise, overhearing this, seems worried about there being an actual ghost roaming about the Firehouse.  (Does she not know about Slimer?)  Peter, still trying to impress her, reassures Louise, but one the Imps immediately jabs him in the hand again.  Peter attempts to retaliate by trapping the Imp in a glass jar, but the Imp escapes by shattering the glass with his trident.  In a matter of seconds, the other five Imps also reveal themselves and start causing all sorts of mayhem.  Despite their best efforts, Winston, Ray and Peter cannot seem to wrangle the Imps. After this goes on for a while, Peter decides to try and simply zap the Imps with a Proton Pack. Ray tries to warn him against this, but Peter insists it’s fine as he has the Proton Pack dialed to ‘low power.’  However, when Peter zaps one of the Imps, the Imp suddenly splits into six more Imps.

Aaaaannnnddd this is when Peter starts being dumb.  Because instead of him immediately figuring out that simply zapping the Imps was a bad move, I guess he decided ‘okay, let me try a higher setting.  Maybe it’ll work that time.’  Of course, this only results in even more Imps running around.  Winton announces that it’s time for them to call up Egon in the hopes that he can offer a better solution to the Imp problem. Upon hearing what happened at the Firehouse, Egon decides it might be best for him to leave the family get-together early so he could help resolve the issue in person.  Upon being notified of this, Janine decides to go back to the Firehouse with him, possibly because she was getting annoyed by her nephew terrorizing and chasing around the family cat.  (Seriously, are Janine’s sister and brother-in-law not doing anything to keep their kid under control?)

So Ray and Winston head off in the Ecto-1 to go pick up Egon and Janine.  This leaves Louise and Peter to fend off the Imps on their own until they get back.  Understandably, Louise is not pleased about this arrangement as she did not sign up to deal with a horde of Imps causing mischief.  Peter, still trying to charm Louise, attempts to reassure her that they have it under control.  But then he tries to solve the problem on his own again.  He speculates that if zapping the Imps caused them to multiply, then perhaps reversing the polarity would have the opposite effect.  Of course, while I can’t find much fault in his logic, he seems to be forgetting what happened in Adventures in Slime and Space.  Sure enough, when he tries implementing his new plan, with Egon and Ray returning a little too late to stop him, the dozens of Imps do indeed fuse together.  But this results in the Imps transforming into a large demonic creature.  The Imp Demon immediately turns and escapes by bursting through the Firehouse wall, promptly running rampant onto the city streets, much to the terror of the random people milling about.  To make matters worse, it seems that the Imp Demon severed the electrical wiring in the walls when it broke out, resulting in the Firehouse’s lights going off.  

Here, the episode kinda splits into two separate subplots.  Obviously, the Ghostbusters have to head out to try and capture the Imp Demon.  But Janine also notices that Louise has disappeared.  Because the lights going out in the Firehouse was the last straw for her nerves, and she’s now hiding in the basement.  While you can’t help but feel bad for the poor woman, this means that Janine has to go find her.

As Janine begins searching for Louise in the darkened Firehouse, Louise regains enough of her nerves to try and find a light switch.  Of course, as you might expect, this results in her coming across that dimensional portal machine that Egon and Winston hand been working on earlier.  Thinking it might be an emergency generator, she switches it on, unwittingly conjuring up three additional ghosts.  After a while, Janine successfully locates Louise, but those three ghosts also manage to get their hands on a spare Proton Pack that was lying around.  And they proceed to chase Janine, Slimer and Louise around the Firehouse for a bit. Until Janine finds that other Proton Pack Peter had revered the polarity on.  Acting quickly, she switches on the modified Proton Pack and returned fire at the three ghosts.  When the modified stream collided with the regular stream, the two beams canceled each other out.  This caused the three ghosts to get scared, and they immediately surrender.

Meanwhile, the Ghostbusters are still chasing down the Imp Demon. Upon catching up to the Imp Demon, they soon discover the Proton Packs are ineffective against him.  Probably because the Imp Demon had too much psychokinetic energy or something.  So they have to come up with another idea.  To try and draw the Imp Demon away from the innocent bystanders while they think of a solution, the Ghostbusters get his attention by ramming the Ecto-1 into his leg.  This does get the Imp Demon’s attention, and he proceeds to chase after the Ecto-1. Eventually, Winston notifies the others that they’re running out of gas, so they need to come up with a solution pretty quick.  Thankfully, Egon gets an idea.  He speculates that perhaps they can capture the Imp Demon if they supercharge the Proton Packs.  To execute Egon’s plan, the Ghostbusters drive to a nearby powerplant.  There, Egon and Ray head inside in order to make the necessary modifications to the Proton Pack while Peter and Winston were tasked with keeping to Imp Demon occupied.  Which basically meant they had to allow the Imp Demon to chase them around for a bit.  Admittedly, I don’t really have an issue with them giving this task to Peter.  After all, it was his boneheaded ideas that caused the issue with the Imp Demon in the first place.  Making him the one to be chased around for a bit seems like a fitting punishment.  However, it kinda stinks that Winston has to act as bait like this as well.  After all, he didn’t do anything wrong.  Of course, I suppose the episode had to give him something to do, as he doesn’t have the technical knowhow that Ray and Egon have and therefore couldn’t assist them in modifying the Proton Pack.  In any event, Egon’s plan ends up working, and the Imp Demon is successfully captured.

Afterwards, the Ghostbusters return to the Firehouse.  But upon arriving, they are shocked to find the place in a shambles.  Because the incident with the three ghosts resulted in an even bigger mess to occur.  As they take in the mess, Janine approaches them with Louise at her side.  She announces that, since her night off was ruined, she’s going to take the next day off instead.  With that, Janine walks out of the Firehouse with Louise.  In the process, she tosses some cleaning supplies at the Ghostbusters, indicating that she expects them to clean up the mess themselves.  

Yeah, I have a slight issue with this ending.   It’s almost as if the episode is suggesting it’s the Ghostbusters fault that Janine gave up her night off, and that they’re responsible for the mess that resulted from the Imps and the three ghosts.  However, Janine didn’t necessarily have to leave her family dinner to go back to the Firehouse.  She decided to do that on her own.  Of course, I suppose we’d be here for quite a while if we played the blame game.  And Janine does deserve a bit of time off from time to time.  Also, it was interesting that we got to meet her family in this episode.  Which makes Winston the only character whose family we haven’t met yet.  (I think that’s remedied in a future episode, though.)

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[aliypop]

The Ghost Between Us  ( possibly part 1 of 2?)

So this was a request from a friend of mine in class to test out my other character Adina Spengler. I hope you guys enjoy it.

1989 was the year that the Ghostbusters took victory yet again over New York City. They had defeated the dark lord Vigo bringing a chaotic peace back, but no matter how much turmoil hit the city the ghostbusters always were there to save it no matter what, that was until the event of a lifetime happened,

December 6th, the front row seats of the elementary school auditorium had been occupied by the ghostbusters to support one special girl, "Up next is Adina Spengler!," one of the teachers announced, It was the Christmas talent show and Adina had begged her parents not to take any missions up for that day, she even begged Peter, Ray, Winston, Dana, and Janine not to have anything planned on her one special day.

"And what are you going to perform for us!"

"I'm going to dance!" Adina said, with a grin on her face.

Years had passed since that moment, and Adina was older now, the trophy from Kindergarten still was sitting on her bookcase along with a picture of her dearly missed father. "Hey, dad if you can hear me, try to get mom off my case?" she laughed, heading downstairs from the Manhattan home Adina could taste that today would be the day,

"Oh, Adina you got a letter from Columbia University," Alexandra said, her head down fixing another invention,

"Mom, you can stop inventing you know," Adina sighed, taking the letter from the coffee table, she had finally done it, she was accepted to Columbia University for dance,

" You know I'll never stop inventing right,"

"Just like you'll never stop ghostbusting?" Adina rolled her eyes annoyed,

"Busting makes me feel good," Alexandra replied, "You would have known this had you taken after your father and me-" she was cut off by her daughter's abrupt attitude.

"Here we go again," Adina mumbled, "Look mom dancing is my passion! being a ghostbuster is stupid, and it always will be!" Adina shouted, "That's why dad died!"

Alexandra sat there silently as she heard the door shut behind Adina.

The year was 2016

It was a regular Thursday in New York for Adina another class finished, and another night of going home alone and hoping she wouldn't have to deal with that problem again in her apartment, She swore that it was from the many nights of energy drinks and coffee mixed together, but if she asked her mom she'd say it was a ghost. And that was the answer she didn't want to hear, or so she thought.

"There's been an entity spotted at the Aldrige Mansion museum." a voice said.

There was a mysterious lab that Adina had passed every day that she had always wondered about, she never did go inside of it, but today felt as though something would pull her towards it or so she hoped,

"Ms. Spengler, the dean wants to see you!"

And that was the moment her plans had changed for maybe the better. " I'm sorry, but as of today we no longer need your services." the dean said, handing her a box for her to clear out her office, Adina felt as though she was down on her luck in a world that was shattering around her,

"You can't fire me! " she shouted from the top of her lungs, banging on the now locked door.  Adina was now left without a job and running mascara down her face.  

" I get fired, but paranormal studies get to stay!"

Walking back into her apartment she turned on her tv, and lounged in a pit of sorrow, Adina was upset she had been fired from the only job she had ever loved, and there was nothing she could do about getting it back, Adina looked down at  her feet  she looked back up at what was in front of her. a glowing specter though nothing like the one she saw the night before this one was different

Adina stood up from her seat seeing that the ghost wasn't harmful which meant that it was a level one entity that hopefully wasn't too violent,

"What are you?" she asked, her father's old PKE meter in her hand, she watched the ball of light transform into what looked a man, "C- Clearly you're a ghost.," she said reading the meters scanner, "Can you reveal yourself-"

As the ghost transformed itself into that of a person, Adina couldn't believe what she had been seeing.

"Dad.." she walked slowly towards the specter reaching her hand towards it as it did the same, "How are you even here?"  she took a look at him. Egon was just as peaceful as she remembered him to be.

"Has mom seen you yet? " she asked him as he nodded, "Good so I'm not crazy!" she laughed, Egon shook his head in agreement, "Are you able to talk?" , "Wait am I talking to a ghost?" she mumbled the question to herself  before repeating it, "this is crazy I'm turning into you and mom,"

Egon only glared at her his eyes looking over his glasses as though he were scolding her,  "So what sent you here," she asked as he pointed towards her tv, the channel flipping through to the news,

" 3 women were seen catching a gho-" Adina turned the TV off as her father only turned it back on " Ost, will this be the rise of the  Ghostbusters again?" Adina looked up at her father who had his usual smirk on his face,

"I am a dancer, not a Ghostbuster we've been over this," she grumbled, watching him point at his old PKE meter, then at her notice she had gotten earlier. "I'll find another job trust me," once again he glared a bit harder as he pointed towards the tools that were on her kitchen table, " Those we're my ex-boyfriends!" she shouted, "And those goggles were a costume piece, " she smirked before she noticed him putting his hand on his forehead.

"Fine, you want me to be a Ghostbuster fine I'll do it,"  she growled at him,

"Hello, this is Kevin how can I help you with your metamorphosis," he asked,

"Is this the ghost finders, I saw your post in the paper looking for someone who can file papers?" she said not wanting to step her boundaries of getting this job,

"One moment, you've got the job!" he said

"No, you can't just hire them! they need an interview!" a voice in the background said.  

"You need an interview then you get the job!" he said, responding to the woman on the other line, Adina snickered while listening in on the conversation, " And where are you guys located? " she asked.

"We're in a firehouse!" Kevin smiled and hung up the call.

Adina arrived at the fire station, looking around seeing that nothing had changed, she was surprised that at this point they didn't try to demolish it, walking by the old cubbies that held the suits she couldn't help but remember the sweet memories that the fire station had, as she looked at the pole she remembered the time that  Ray let her take a ride down as her mother and father were both worried waiting at the bottom of it.  

Walking up the steps, she remembered the times that Janine would carry her back down from her father's lab and into the arms of her mother. She remembered that her life started here no matter how much she wanted to deny this part of her life she couldn't.  

"Can we help you?" a woman with glasses and brown hair said watching Adina walk towards a once familiar table, the table was covered in nothing but dust and a few scrapes from a screw gun, as she rubbed her hand across it the memories began to flood back, "Sorry I'm here for the interview as an assistant?" Adina said,  

"Names Yates, Abby Yates, lovely table isn't it,"  she said pointing towards it,

"Yeah, I had a few memories growing up with that table," she replied, finding a few drops of old slime residue on it.

"Let me guess an old sweetheart?" the blond receptionist said, cutting into the conversation,

"Actually no, it belonged to my father, and that one over there belonged to my mother," she said pointing towards the table that a very beautiful blonde-haired woman was sitting at,

"So your parents are ghostbusters?", Erin another brunette asked,

"My mother still is, while my father was?" she sighed taking another glance at the table,

"What do you mean was," Abby asked peering from behind her,

"He died from crossing streams." Adina looked around some more.

"What the hell does that mean?!" Abby questioned.

"Meaning a stream of highly focused, and radially polarized protons that electrostatically traps the negatively charged energy of a ghost, allowing it to be held in the stream."  Adina shrugged, "It's common knowledge."

"What's your name?" Erin asked, "It just sounds like I've heard these theories before."

"Adina Spengler.," she said looking as the room fell silent.

"I'm sorry, but we can't have you as an assistant," Abby said watching Adina's expression,

"And why can't you?"

"Your the daughter of the 2 most legendary Ghostbusters there is that means you know more about this than the rest of them."  Adina looked as she sat there a bit confused.

"What they're saying is how would you like to be a Ghostbuster," Jillian asked sticking her hand, "I could use someone to test out the new stuff I've got cooking over here." she winked.

" well as we say in the business I ain't afraid of no Ghost, ladies you've got yourself a ghostbuster."

[spookbusters]

Awkward Daring

Summary: How will you ever tell your crush you’re into him? You have to work up a little nerve and work past that self-doubt!

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Reader // Word Count: 2k // Warnings: None

A/N: For Anon! I hope you like it, I’m sorry it took so long! Don’t forget to check my A/N’s at the bottom! Also, pls someone give me more Ray gifs, this is the ONLY cute one that’s him alone :((

There were slow days at the restaurant and then there were slow days like this.

Your pen tapped against the order pad, your attitude thick with boredom. The light hum from the fans overhead and the light, airy music the only sounds to keep you any real company.

All in all, you’d seen twenty customers at most since you opened in the morning. You could stretch for thirty when the “lunch rush” came in. You were just about ready to close up the store early and send the rest of your co-workers home.

Until the phone rang. You heaved a sigh of relief, thinking, “Finally, something to do.” There’s a soft click as you pick up the line, your voice clear as crystal as you deliver the most practiced of greetings.

“Golden Dragon restaurant, how may I help you?”

“Pardon me,” a posh English voice articulated, you could hear soft chuckling in the background, “Would you have any Grey Poupon?” Crank calling was never your thing, but you knew who was on the other end instantly and it was definitely something he found enjoyable. No doubt, his maturity peaked when he was fourteen. A soft, exasperated smile lazed on your face as you let out your own sense of humor get the best of you.

Of course you were joining in. You’re no stiff, and it was a welcome retreat from the boring hell you’d been put through all day.

In a hysterically faux accent of your own, the kind that ends up producing laughter from all those in a five-mile radius, you dramatically respond, “But of course.” The boys in the background have their laughs at the perfect execution of response and comedic timing, and once you seem to settle down collectively, you settle for a quipped, “What’s up, Venkman?”

Your good friend clears his throat gently, aftershocks of laughter rolling off of him, “The boys and me just wanted to see if you guys down there are busy or not.” “I’m never too busy to feed my best customers,” you reply, already picking up silverware and placing it on the counter, “But I was planning on closing early, the place is nearly dead! So I hope you don’t mind it being just me.”

“Course not, Y/N. You got the usual?” You nod, jotting down a few notes on the order pad, “I’ll have it ready in fifteen. See you boys soon.” You notify your kitchen staff of the order and state they can go home once it’s done. The smiles on their faces were more than enough proof they were glad to close an hour and a half early. You could’ve sworn they got it done a little faster than usual.

Once your staff left and the table was covered in a decent chunk of your menu, you locked the front door and turned off the ‘OPEN’ sign. Finally, you were able to switch the radio station to something a little more your speed. The music in the restaurant switched from smooth easy listening to right smack in the middle of one of your favorite songs. You sigh to yourself, mildly disappointed that you’d missed the first half.

The second half is disrupted by a knock on the glass front door. You spot the whole crew on the other side and leap up from your place behind the counter. “Geez, sorry guys,” you rush to unlock the door, ushering them in and away from the chill outside. A gust of wind pushes against you as you struggle to close the door. You manage it shut with a soft ‘thud’, and turn to your friends.

“Ok! Now that that’s over with,” you huff, smiling, “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice you guys sooner.” Peter has already made a beeline for the dining area, marveling at the sheer emptiness of the place. “Look at this,” he gestures, “ No people, mood lighting, romantic music; you’re not hitting on me, are you Y/N?” You giggle, leading the others with you to the round table you’d set everything at.

“This is a massive-ego free area, Venkman,” you hear one of the guys kid. “Ah, don’t worry Stantz, I’m just messing with your girl.” You felt a deep flush paint your face. His girl. Now, why’d Peter have to go there? You’d kind of avoided looking Ray in the face since he’d walked in. As rude as it might seem, it was only because you seemed to be incapable of stopping yourself from staring.

Your crush, aside from being blatantly obvious, had been around for a long time. He stepped in your restaurant one time and your heart decided this was the guy you were going to pine over for months. Thankfully, he seemed blissfully unaware of your condition. The last time you’d gotten into one of these situations it didn’t entirely end well, and you were unsure as to whether or not you were ready to take a risk again just yet.

“You guys must be hungry!” You pivot the conversation with little grace, but it gets the job done and for that you are thankful. You retreat to the comfort of your counter, flipping through a magazine and doing your best to not think about the matter at hand. Things are going well until you hear Winston trying to get your attention.

You lift your head from the words on the page to see all four of them looking at you. A raise of your brows replaces any verbal response, and Winston offers that you come eat with them, “That is, if you haven’t eaten anything recently either. We kind of ordered too much.”

The smile that forms on your face can’t be contained. The guys were always nothing short of kind to you. And Winston was right, you were pretty hungry. You end up sandwiched between Ray and Egon, laughing along with the guys as they joke about some weird spirit they’d encountered on a more recent excursion. Every once in a while you’d catch Ray’s eyes, finding yourself next to breathless.

There were always moments like this with the two of you. The starry-eyed glances, him placing his arm on the back of your chair whenever you sat next to him, how you’d both make jokes you knew only the other would understand. They made things dangerous for you. You couldn’t decipher them as being flirtatious or just his personality.

You were petrified of saying too much, fearful that you were reading too much into it.

But this feeling was torturous, being so close. He literally radiated warmth, the kind you want to lean into and never move away from. Not to mention you were catching the slight scent of his cologne. It took everything in your power not to lean into the overall atmosphere he let off. But you knew better than that. You needed to distract yourself again, and you knew just how to do it.

“So, who’s gonna help a girl out with dishes,” you ask, standing up and picking up several empty plates. You prayed Egon would volunteer, so you’d get a bit of relief from your emotions, if only for a moment. But alas, some higher power had other plans.

“I got you, Y/N!” You feel the movement of the air around you as Ray stands, unknowingly throwing off your whole plan, and you feel the softest of shivers. No way out of this one, you’re in too deep. So you hand him the stack of plates you’d made, “Okay then, let’s go,” and grab the few remaining dishes.

The walk to the kitchen isn’t usually a trek by any stretch of the word, but it truly does feel like one with him so close behind you. The sink is just slightly too small for the both of you to wash dishes at the same time, so you settle for washing them while he dries. The sound of running water is all that fills the kitchen for a bit while you warm the water up, save for Peter laughing at his own jokes in the dining area.

After you turn the pressure down a little, you start the process of scrubbing things down.

The silence between the two of you hangs in a delicate balance you’re not sure of tipping. Yet, against your better judgement, you break it. “So, how was your day,” you ask, hesitation lingering in your voice. He seems nearly shocked that you spoke to him for a moment, and to ease any semblance of worry on the face you found so charming, you offer a gentle smile.

You’re glad to see he returns it, then goes on to talk about a busy day full of trap-cleaning, fixing up the car, and having it all lead to having dinner at the “best Chinese place in Manhattan”. Your smile becomes twice as enthused, the compliment blooming pride in your chest. But you couldn’t muster up anything more than a meek, “Thank you.”

Your mind wanders to the times the two of you were alone together like this, whether they were planned outings or one of the spontaneous times you’d popped up at the firehouse to visit. Of course you wanted more of these moments. They’d leave your heart thumping a mile a minute, and your brain all frazzled. It felt wonderful. But, if you really wanted more of these moments in your life, you’d have to confront your monstrous fear of rejection.

Deciding to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and get on with it, you rally as much of your courage as humanly possible. You feel a thump in your chest. The water cools your rapidly warming skin as you continue cleaning dishes. You wanted to maintain as casual an air as possible when this all happened.  

“We have fun,” you began, “Right?” He places the dish he was working on at the top of the pile, “Yeah, of course. We love being around you.” We. He thought you were talking about all the guys. You scrub a little harder at a particularly stubborn blemish on the plate. Your hands were quivering, “I mean you and me, Ray. Us.”

Us.

What an implication on your part. Such a simple word with so many meanings; you only hoped he’d get your subtlety. “Mhmm,” he hums. With that, the dishes were done, and you no longer had anything to keep your mind preoccupied. You were losing what little grip you had.

“I was just thinking that you know, we-,” you stumble, before he interjects. “I like you too, you know.” The sentence stops you dead in your tracks, “Wait, what? Are you serious?” Your eyes trace over his features as he tosses the dish towel over his shoulder and leans against the counter. “Dead serious,” he grins, “Egon serious.”

Your eyes widen, but you can’t help the laughter that erupts from your lips. “Wow,” you marvel, “Well, that eases my nerves like you wouldn’t believe.” You let the silence nearly return before his curiosity gets the better of him. “When did you know,” he asks, and your eyebrows furrow, “That-… well, you know.”

Your answer is instant, “When you walked in here for the first time.” It’s his turn to be shocked, and his expression is nearly enough to make you burst out laughing all over again. “You were so sweet; the first person to walk into this humble little place and not act like a complete jerk,” you reminisced, smirking all the while, “And I always thought you were the cutest of the Ghostbusters.”

The blush that forms on his face makes your heart flutter. The few actions that follow all happen so fast. You’re tucking a few stray hair strands back, and then his hand is holding yours. He’s just a little closer before, and then much closer. You’re elated beyond belief, and then curiosity draws you in. You’ve come this far in so little time.

Should you kiss him? Should he kiss you? Is there a mutual interest in what the others lips feel like? The story of your first kiss with this man being in the cramped kitchen of your Chinese restaurant is not the most romantic.

But now you’ve pulled him towards you and there’s no way you’ll be telling that story any other way.

A/N: The joke at the beginning of this piece is L A M E, I know. But if you watch the commercial I’m referencing, it’s actually pretty funny. Anyways, HOLY HELL IN A HANDBASKET, I HAVEN’T POSTED IN ALMOST A MONTH!!

[katphantom69]

*taps the table like bongo cat* can you possibly do a small Peter x Egon fluff fic-

Sure thing buddy! *taps table with you*

Peter crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the floor as he looked over at Egon, who was busy at work on his desk. Peter sighs.

"Egon. Have you any idea what time it is? It's late. You can play with your toys tomorrow but for now let's go to bed " he said as put a hand on Egons shoulder. Egon simply brushed it off looking up at him while fixing his glasses.

"Haha very funny Peter, but I'm not playing and these things aren't toys. I'm in the middle of a scientific breakthrough that could make our jobs easier." He explained.

Peter blinked and looked at the stuff Egon had laid out on the table. It looked like one of their traps but with more features. He scratched his head confused.

"It just looks like one of the traps got an overhauled. How is that making our job easier?" He questioned

Egon sighs a bit annoyed at being interrupted while working. Nevertheless he was all too happy to explain the new features of the trap.

"Well not only does it look better but, if my calculations are correct, I can hook them up to a direct link with the containment unit. That way whenever we catch a ghost in one of the traps, we won't have to rush back home to store it, its molecular structure would be sucked into the trap and taken directly into the containment unit. " he said with smile.

Peter just blinked and yawned "Sounds neat, but its getting late and any good scientist knows that sleep is important. So why don't we just head upstairs and get some rest." He said turning to go up the stairs.

Egon shook his head "You go ahead, Ill go up later... just putting the finishing touches." He said grabbing a screw driver.

Peter shrugs "Suit yourself". He said as he walked upstairs. Egon hummed in thought as he looked at the trap only to be startled by Peters scream.

"SLLIIIMMERR!!! IVE TOLD YOU NOT TO SLEEP ON MY PILLOW! YUCK!"

Egon chuckles at that and proceeds to work on the trap a little more.

A couple hours later, Peter yawned and got outta bed smacking his lips. "Im thirsty" he said to himself as he stretched a bit. Looking over to his sleeping team members, he noticed that a certain scientist hadn't come up to bed yet. Peter sighs as he walks downstairs "Egon egon egon, he never listens" he mumbled. He walked into the kitchen for his water before walking back to Egons desk. There he found the scientist bent over his work, fast asleep. Peter walked over and gently shook Egon to try and wake him up.

"Egon... psst Egon, buddy, come on let's go to bed" he said softly.

Egon stirred a bit and mumbled some gibberish about protons and neutrons. Peter chuckles "Working while asleep... now that's what I call dedication " he said. He signed knowing for sure that he wasn't going to wake Egon up any time soon. He carefully grabbed the sleeping scientist and lifted him up carrying bridle style. He then turned to go upstairs once more. He grunted slightly "I gotta tell Ray to start making lighter foods... your getting a bit heavy." He exclaimed softly as he climbed the steps. Egon stirred a bit and nuzzled into Peters chest. He wrapped his arms around him and hummed content in his sleep.

Peter blushed at this. He looked down and brushed some hair out of Egons face. He had to admit the scientist looked cute when asleep. Heck! He always looked cute. Peter walked into the room and headed to Egons bed. He gently laid him down but when trying to let go, he found that Egon had a good grip on him and would not let go. Peter tried to get Egons hands off but couldn't. He gave a small sigh of defeat. "Well, Slimer did ruin my pillow" he said looking over to where said ghost was sleeping, sliming over all of Peters pillow and sheets. "And if you can't beat em, you join em." He concluded. He carefully lay down besides Egon and turned off the lamp. He yawned happily and placed a hand around Egon as he settled down to sleep. He gently placed a kiss to Egons forhead whispering "Goodnight Egon" before dozing off and falling asleep.

Egon opened one eye smiling as he nuzzled into Peter's chest some more. "Goodnight Peter" he said softly as he too settled down to sleep.

His plan had worked as he knew it would.

(( Alright anon *cough cough @artistically-gay cough cough cough* here you go! I hope you like it.))

[worldoftheskeptic]

"Dr. Venkman, do you plan on moving any time in the next few decades?"

"Hmm." Janine barely elicited a response from Peter, who sprawled on the couch with one arm dangling.

"I brought food." She dropped a takeout box on the coffee table. This garnered a mumbled thanks and a glance in her direction. His eyes fixed on the television again after a moment.

"Whatcha watching?" During these late night hours, Janine tended to get bored. She really should have gone home, but with Winston working on the car, Egon in the lab, and Ray running between the two, she figured she'd run interference in case anything went wrong. She had paperwork to catch up on, after all. And there was Peter, suffering through an intense bout of interest in the TV.

She tapped on his head. "Whatcha watching?"

He pushed her hand away. "I honestly don't remember." He watched the screen blankly. When he was like this, he had the unique talent of watching anything for hours and absorbing none of it.

Janine sat down at the foot of the couch, leaning where legs would usually dangle. She was not about to infringe on Peter's territory. It was too late, and she didn't have the stamina.

Once Peter had resolved that she wasn't leaving the room, he picked up the takeout box. It was his usual order. He picked at the food as a car raced through the streets of Gotham on the TV screen.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing paperwork?"

"Sure. Aren't you?"

Peter would have thrown the chopsticks at her if he had the energy. And anyway, he was hungry. He hadn't bothered to eat all day.

He sunk back into the couch, resigned to try to ignore Janine. She was being a busy body anyway.

Peter was surprised and irritated to find her hand on his forehead.

"Just checking." She responded to his glare, the hazel blue eyes looking particularly icy.

"Go away." He spoke through a mouthful of fried shrimp, adjusting himself to lean on one elbow.

"I'm so grateful that you're concerned for me, Janine. I'm glad you brought me food and let me slough off all day and you didn't even hassle me about it. Gee, you really are a great secretary, you deserve a raise and two weeks paid vacation."

Pete didn't seem to register her passive aggressive rant, instead he decided to conduct an orchestra with his chopsticks.

Janine huffed past her red lipstick and crossed her arms. "Fuckin jerk."

"Thanks, Janine." He was pretty quiet, but she heard it. It was belated and not even that sincere. Whatever. She'd bother him about it later.

"You're gonna sleep here?"

"Mm hm."

"You should have a blanket I guess."

"Could you not?" Peter looked up from his meal to give her a look that was something between scolding and pleading. He was feeling humiliated as it was. He didn't need the extra help.

"It's just a blanket. I was gonna grab one for myself anyway."

"Then stay downstairs."

"I like the company."

"Egon is downstairs."

"Egon is working and won't talk to me."

"This is a better arrangement?"

She rolled her eyes and left. When she came back, Peter had moved to lean against one arm of the couch, his legs curled underneath him.

"I thought you were incapable of movement for a minute there."

"Surprise."

Janine tossed one of the blankets at him and took the other end of the couch. She took the liberty of changing the channel, too. This was one of the worse Batman movies, she didn't care how cute George Clooney was.

Peter set his takeout box back on the table without commenting on the channel switch. Now it was a soap opera. Hot guy A sleeping with hot chicks B, C, and E, and none of them knowing about each other. The guy had amnesia? He really wasn't following.

Peter grabbed his takeout box and chucked it at the trash can near the door. It missed the rim by an inch and he sighed like it was a deeply troubling thing. He wasn't cut out for basketball. In fact, god, he was getting fat. And old. This too, he found deeply troubling enough to sigh about it and incite a glare from Janine.

She muted the volume on the television.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm dying, what's it to you?"

"You're dying. Should I get Egon up here with the adrenaline shots?"

"If he touches me once, he'll lose a limb. Your favorite one, too, I'll make sure."

Peter rested his cheek on his hand, pushing it up enough that it squished one side of his face into a squint. He sighed like a goddamn horse.

"Touchy." She scooted a little further into the opposite arm of the couch. She even leaned the opposite way, resting her chin in her hand instead of making herself look ridiculous.

"You'll be okay." Janine's eyes flickered over to observe his face for a nanosecond. He caught her nonetheless.

"Yeah? You psychic or something?"

"Yeah. About these things, yeah. I'm very psychic. I'm so psychic, I predict you'll see a therapist or something."

"Uh huh. How do you figure?"

"I'm telling you, that's how I figure."

Peter grumbled to himself and gave up supporting his head with his hand, instead burying his face in the arm of the couch.

"I really think you should be medicated sometimes."

"I can't, it's not on our insurance."

"You sprung for optical."

"Half of us have glasses."

"And dental?"

"Winston wanted it. Impacted wisdom tooth, hurt like a bitch."

"You didn't think this would be an issue?"

"I don't like therapists."

"You don't trust therapists."

Peter looked up. She just sat there and read him like a book. Over her fucking glasses, for Pete's sake.

"I get awful thoughts, if I tell them, they lock me up. It's happened before."

"That was that Hardemeyer guy. What a dick anyway- a jerk if I ever saw one. He's worse than you and Walter put together. Worse than Ron."

Peter almost laughed.

"I feel awful. I feel sluggish, and I can't eat, I can't sleep right. Sometimes I wish I were dead because then I'd feel better rested."

Janine looked over at him, her pinky resting on the edge of her glasses. "You're not gonna hurt yourself, are you?"

"No. I don't want to feel any worse. I just-" his voice skipped a couple notes higher, his throat tightening.

"Don't make fun of me if I tell you this."

"I gotta know what it is first. If I have to call someone-"

"No, it's not like that. When I feel this way, I..." there was a long silence as Peter tried to strategically avoid the sobs rising in his throat.

"I just want to be held, and then I get angry, because it's too frustrating to feel so useless and then have somebody tell you they love you. I feel so disgusting I have to leave the room so no one can look at me."

Janine frowned, but said nothing. She could predict what was coming next.

Peter wiped at his eyes and kept his profile to her. "That used to drive Dana crazy. I could barely stand being in the same apartment as her and go sleep on the couch. I couldn't even return the littlest gesture, the tiniest bit of affection. She was like, I love you and I'd come back saying, haha, that's so funny. I don't even get it. Hilarious."

He rubbed his nose on his sleeve, hiking the blanket over his face. Janine tried not to look like she pitied him, or felt disgusted, but she failed at both.

Somebody else might have told him to get over himself, that he was lazy, that if he just had the strength of character, none of this would even faze him. Janine might have too, if she didn't know a little better.

She scooted over to sit next to him and put an arm around his shoulders, like she was propping him up. Not affectionate, not loving, but supportive nonetheless.

"Peter, you fuckhead." She squeezed his shoulder. "I don't know why you told me that, but I won't tell anybody."

Peter sniffed, trying to scrub the tears off his face before they could leave his eyes. "I'm sorry. I wanted to be alone and I acted like a fucking jerk."

Janine leaned into his shoulder, resting her head against the plaid of his shirt. The shoulder part of his sleeve was still dry.

"Yeah, you're a jerk, but that's not all you are." She didn't bother listing off any positive qualities. He'd just go and shoot them down as she said them, so she left them for him to contemplate. She didn't bother making eye contact either. His face was hidden as it was and it was difficult to ignore the undignified whimpering he was doing. She gave his back a reassuring rub and stood up.

"Try to get some sleep, okay? I'll get out the insurance forms and you can call them about the policy tomorrow." She patted his shoulder. He seemed to have calmed down quite a bit, breathing even with his face buried in his arms. She was sure there were still tears streaming down his face.

"Tissues are right here. Goodnight."

He slumped facedown into the couch. "Night."

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Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Cold Cash and Hot Water

Oh, goodie gumdrops!  He’s back!  No, correction. They’re both back!

This episode starts off with Peter in the shower, which allows us to see the closest this show will ever get to full nudity, considering we can clearly see the outline of Peter’s body through the shower curtain.  When he’s done in the shower, he reaches for the towel that he left lying nearby. But instead of grabbing his towel, he ends up grabbing onto Slimer, who is impersonating a towel.  For some reason, Peter doesn’t seem to notice the obvious difference in texture until after he tries to dry his face with Slimer, which naturally results in him getting a face full of slime.  As Peter’s screams are heard downstairs, Slimer zips down to where Ray is working on something with Egon.  Slimer begins talking to Ray in his usual gibberish, which Ray can apparently understand.  As such, we learn that Ray had actually put Slimer up to pulling this prank on Peter. It seems that Peter had recently short-sheeted Ray’s bed, and Ray had been wanting to get back at him for it.

As Peter storms downstairs in order to get his hands on Slimer, Janine intercepts him, informing him that his father is on the phone. Yeah, remember Jim Venkman from Venkman’s Ghost Repellers?  Well, he’s still in Alaska, but he’s apparently not selling iceboxes anymore.  He’s called Peter because he’d found something buried in the ice, and he wants his son to come up to join him in Alaska right away.  But he insists he can’t really explain more than that over the phone, despite Peter’s urging for him to do so.  Although, Jim does tell Peter to ask Egon if he’s ever heard of Hob Anagarak. With that, Jim ends the call.  Peter subsequently asks Egon what he can tell him about Hob Anagarak.  The moment Egon hears that name, he is visibly stunned, stating that particularly legend is extremely rare, and not many people know about it.  After taking a moment to think it over, Egon announces that, while he normally wouldn’t trust Jim, if he really had stumbled across something to do with Hob Anagarak, it was too risky to not do anything about it.  Upon hearing this, Peter is chomping at the bit.  After all, Jim might be a conman, but he’s still his father. And if he is in trouble, then they have to help.  So the Ghostbusters manage to catch an afternoon flight out to Alaska.  (Ah, the days when you could easily book a flight on the same day.)  Although, Egon grimly announces that if they really are dealing with Hob Anagarak, they might not come back from Alaska at all.

As they’re flying out to Alaska, with Ray getting airsick due to the plane being so small, Egon explains more about Hob Anagarak.   According to an Inuit legend, the gods created the Earth before humans came to exist. While the world was still baren, the gods placed a demon named Hob Anagarak to rule over it.  When humans began to appear, Hob Anagarak attacked them. The humans managed to defeat Hob Anagarak by sealing him inside a block of black ice, which they sank to the bottom of the sea.  Once the fire demon was gone, the land began to lose its heat.  The snow began to fall, and the north became cold. Ray manages to break through his airsickness to state that this was the start of the Ice Age.    Winston, ever the practical man, asks how they managed to get a block of black ice if the land was supposed to be hot.  In response, Egon simply states they used magic.  (The jury is still out on whether this is a good enough explanation or just a lazy one.)

It’s probably worth noting, however, that this doesn’t seem to be an actual Inuit legend.  At least, it doesn’t seem to be.  I couldn’t locate any information about Hob Anagarak outside of this episode, so it appears to be a legend the show writers just made up for the show.  That’s a bit disappointing.  If they had tried to incorporate an existing Inuit legend into the episode, that could have been interesting.

Eventually, the Ghostbusters’ plane lands in Alaska, where they are immediately greeted by Jim.  After exchanging the customary pleasantries, they all take dogsleds to the fictional Alaskan town of Laganuki, which is where Jim’s discovery is waiting.  Along the way, they get caught in an avalanche.  While Winston and Egon manage to escape the avalanche, Ray, Peter and Jim get buried in the snow.  To save their lives, Egon and Winston melt the snow with their Proton Packs, setting the Proton Throwers to a low frequency with a wide dispersion to ensure they won’t accidentally hurt their friends.  They manage to free Ray, Peter and Jim from the snow in a short amount of time, and upon being freed from the snow, it’s revealed that Jim actually had thrown a blanket over Peter right before they got buried.  Winston points out to Peter that Jim might have just saved Peter’s life with that action.  Which was a really nice thing for the episode to throw in. While it was made quite clear in past episodes that Jim was the ultimate absentee father, this act indicated that Jim still did care about his son.

Once they’re all thawed out from the sudden avalanche, Jim and the Ghostbusters continue on to Laganuki.  Sure enough, they see a large block of black ice partially covered with a tarp.  Ray is immediately intrigued by the fact that the Black Ice doesn’t appear to be melting. He moves to touch it, but Peter pulls him back, with Egon reminding Ray that it’s magic ice. Egon then pulls out his PKE Meter to get a reading, but the PKE Meter overloaded and even burned his hand.  Still, before the PKE Meter shorted out, Egon was able to determine that the Black Ice registered as a Class 7, at the very least. He went on to express his doubts that they could destroy the Black Ice.  Jim stepped in, stating he didn’t want them to destroy it.  Turns out, Jim wanted the Ghostbusters to find out how to free Hob Anagarak and trap him, because Jim wanted to turn the fire demon into a traveling exhibit.  Peter, however, adamantly stated that was out of the question.

That night, the Ghostbusters discuss things over dinner at a local hotel. Peter is sure that Jim will try to sneak off with the Black Ice, and that they have to make sure he wouldn’t do so.  Winson briefly suggests dropping the Black Ice back into the ocean since magic ice doesn’t float, but he quickly scraps that idea since the Russians might dredge it up again.  (As I might have mentioned before, I don’t remember the 8os that well. Did the Russians frequently occupy Alaskan waters back then?)  Still, Winston’s sure they’ll think of something.  After all, it’s highly unlikely that Jim would manage to sneak the Black Ice past the four of them.   We then get a brief demonstration of just how strong Hob Anagarak is, because even when he’s still trapped inside the Black Ice, he still is apparently able to manipulate things around him.  Inside the hotel’s dining room, the utensils Peter had been stacking, as well as Winston’s water glass, suddenly starts levitating. Egon’s PKE Meter, which he must have fixed off camera, detected strong phasmoetheric activity, moments before all the plates begin to float as well.  The fire burning in the nearby fireplace suddenly goes out, and a wall-mounted moose head falls off the wall, landing right atop Ray’s head.  The Ghostbusters are forced to dive underneath a table for cover until the disturbance is over, and when they emerge, the dining room is in a shambles.  Peter firmly announces that they’ll destroy the Black Ice first thing in the morning.

When morning arrives, the Ghostbusters march over to where the Black Ice is sitting, with the townsfolk coming out to watch.  Jim once again begs them to reconsider, but Peter tells him that they have to do this.  So the Ghostbusters set their Proton Packs on full stream and fire on the Black Ice in order to neutralize it.  In a matter of seconds, the Black Ice is gone, with only burnt scraps of the tarp remaining.   The Ghostbusters all pat themselves on the back and decide to head back to the city now that their job is done.  However, Jim simply watches them leave. And sharp eyes can spot there’s a can of black paint resting at his feet.

Back at the Alaskan airfield, Jim comes by to see the Ghostbusters off.  He announces he’s decided that the Ghostbusters knew what was best, and Egon tells him that if Hob Anagarak had gotten loose, entire cities could have been reduced to charcoal. Once Peter bids his father goodbye, they all board the plane and begin flying back to New York.  But after they leave, Jim turns towards a second plane standing nearby, where a large piece of cargo was being loaded onto.  A piece of cargo that is shaped like a block of ice.  So it’s made pretty clear that Jim had secretly moved the Black Ice during the night and replaced it with a decoy ice block that he painted black.  And the Ghostbusters had simply destroyed the decoy ice block.

Sometime later, the Ghostbusters are out on another job. They’re at an establishment that….seems to be confused as to what it is. The sign on the window is advertising hair styling for men and ladies, which suggests it’s a hair salon.   But the neon sign above the door reads ‘Bar Bar.’  So, it’s either a hair salon that sells alcohol or they misspelled ‘barber.’ (It’s probably the latter.)  The Ghostbusters soon emerge with four loaded Ghost Traps, though they also blew out the shop windows during the capture. The hair salon employee who called them in is taken aback upon hearing he’s being charged for four ghost removals, as he was only empowered to purchase the removal of one ghost. The Ghostbusters shrug and say they could always release three of the captured ghosts. The police officer standing nearby advises the employee to simply pay the Ghostbusters in full.  (I kinda feel bad for this guy.  I get the impression that he wasn’t the owner of the establishment.  Which means he’d either have to risk getting in trouble with his boss for giving up more money than he was authorized to, or put up with allowing three ghosts to continue haunting the place.  He’s facing a heap of trouble no matter what he does.)

At that moment, Janine pulls up in a taxi.  She forces her way to the front of the crowd that had gathered in order to reach the Ghostbusters, who are in the process of packing things up in the back of the Ecto-1.  Once she reaches them, Janine shows them the evening newspaper, which announces that Jim Venkman is planning to unveil a mysterious find that very night at Madison Square Garden. Peter is immediately aghast. While he’s not shocked that Jim conned them (his attitude is ‘of course he conned us’), he still can’t believe that Jim still plans to go ahead with unveiling Hob Anagarak despite their multiple warnings. And to make it even worse, the news article announces that, before Hob Anagarak will be revealed to the public, the fire demon will be placed inside a special containment area that was specially designed by none other than Dr. Bassingame.  Remember him from The Spirit of Aunt Lois?  If not, the episode even gives us a reminder that Dr. Bassingame was the phony psychic who wrecked Ray’s Aunt Lois’ place.  (Ray clearly still carries a grudge against him for that incident.) Janine tells the guys they have 45 minutes to get down to Madison Square Gardens in order to stop the unveiling, and that she asked the cab driver who drove her there to wait for them.  Peter and Egon hurry towards the waiting taxi with Janine.  Ray and Winston, on the other hand, stay behind to finish loading up the Ecto-1 with the agreement that they’ll also head over to Madison Square Gardens as soon as they can.

As Egon, Peter and Janine ride off to Madison Square Gardens, we get a momentary pause in the action.  Janine takes the opportunity to snuggle up against Egon, commenting on how romantic the moment was.  Which was a bit out of nowhere, to be honest.  After all, it wasn’t as if they were sitting in the back of the taxi alone. Peter was there, too.  Plus, they’re currently trying to make it down to Madison Square Gardens to prevent a potential world-ending disaster.  Hardly a hearts and flowers moment there.  Unless Janine is into that sort of thing.  Still, this is the first shippy moment we’ve had between these two in a while.  As an Egon/Janine shipper, I should probably just be happy we’re getting something at all.

Unfortunately, they arrive at Madison Square Gardens too late. Dr. Basingame has already released Hob Anagarak from the Black Ice by reciting a spell from this ancient spellbook he managed to obtain somewhere.  Of course, Dr. Bassingame is just as much of a charlatan as he was the last time we saw him.  Not only does his spell fail to keep Hob Anagarak under his control, the special containment fence he designed was also ineffective, and Hob Anagarak is able to effortlessly destroy it.  In no time at all, Hob Anagarak is loose in the arena, and the crowd naturally runs out in a panic.  However, Peter and Ray (who apparently managed to catch up) are able to apprehend Dr. Bassingame, and Janine also is able to prevent Jim from making a break for it when he tried to escape in the taxi.  Still, they have to deal with Hob Anagarak, who manages to break through the walls of Madison Square Gardens and begins making his way to Central Park, where he causes multiple trees to catch fire.  (Small fires even spring up within his footprints.)  The Ghostbusters attempt to stop the fire demon, but even with their Proton Packs set to full stream and maximum drain, Hob Anagarak is able to resist their efforts, simply teleporting off to a few feet away and breathing fire at the Ghostbusters.   Egon announces that their only chance at stopping Hob Anagarak is to bind him first. So they head back to the Firehouse to regroup and figure out how to do that.

At the Firehouse, Egon consults his research books and learns that Hob Anagarak wasn’t just a top demon, he was also a recruiter who enslaved other demons and spirits to do his bidding.  At the time of his imprisonment inside the Black Ice, he was in the process of building a ghostly army to lay waste to the world.  A horrified Ray realizes that Hob Anagarak could find plenty of ghosts for a new army by gaining access to the Containment Unit.  Fortunately, Egon was also able to locate a ritual that could be used to bind a spirit like Hob Anagarak.   But it’s a rather tricky ritual.  And it requires the presence of six men and a woman.  Which, when you count Janine, Jim and Dr. Bassingame, is exactly what the Ghostbusters have available right now.  (Well, that’s convenient!)  However, Janine initially refuses to help out, stating she wasn’t hired to take these kind of risks.  In the end, though, Peter is able to convince her to agree to assist them in the ritual. On three conditions- a raise in salary, more time off, and privileged information about Egon.  (It does make sense that she’d ask Peter for that, considering he’s probably the one who has known Egon the longest.)  Peter agrees to Janine’s terms.  As for Jim and Dr. Bassingame, they also are told they don’t have much of a choice than to aid in the ritual as well, considering it requires the sorcerer who released Hob Anagarak in the first place as well as a trickster.  (Again, convenient!)

So the plan is put into action, with Winston and Ray luring Hob Anagarak over to where the others are waiting to initiate the binding ritual. Janine and Jim hold the spell book while Dr. Bassingame recites the spell.  Of course, I can’t tell if the words Dr. Bassingame are reciting is an actual language or just nonsense gibberish.  I suspect it’s the latter, but I can’t be sure.  Still, the binding ritual works, and the Ghostbusters are able to successfully shoot Hob Anagarak with their Proton Packs, sealing the demon within a block of Black Ice once again.

Sometime later, the Ghostbusters and Janine are seeing Jim off at a bus station.  It’s heavily implied that Jim was slapped with a hefty fine for causing the incident, but Peter paid the fine himself, despite the fact that he couldn’t really afford it. Jim promises that he’ll pay Peter back as soon as he sells the movie rights to the whole ordeal.  Peter, however, firmly tells his father that’s out of the question.  Instead, he tells Jim to back home to Iowa and start living an honest life.  (So, Peter is from Iowa?)  Jim relents and agrees to do what Peter says.  With that, he turns and boards the bus.  But when the Ghostbusters leave the bus station to get some coffee, it’s revealed that Jim snuck off the bus to Iowa and instead got on a different bus that’s on a direct route to Hollywood.  Because some people just can’t change.

It was certainly interesting to see Jim Venkman and Dr. Bassingame again. But the strange this is, during the show’s initial run, this episode apparently aired before the two episodes that introduced those two characters. I wonder if that caused some confusion among the viewers, as they were referencing events in episodes they haven’t seen yet.  (Although, there’s no mention of the Domoviye that followed Dr. Bassingame home.  So we still don’t know what happened with that plot point.)  As for the whole thing with Hob Anagarak, I do approve of the design for this demon. With reddish fur covering his upper body, yellow eyes, blue tongue and, large teeth and claws, the artists who drew him deserve recognition for their creature designs.  Still, I’m a bit annoyed that they just made up an Inuit legend involving him. At the same time, it’s hard to say which would be more insulting to people from that particular culture- taking an existing Inuit legend and potentially misrepresenting it (in the vein of how Rowling took figures from actual Native American mythology without properly understanding their cultural significance) or just making something up and saying it’s an Inuit legend. That’s probably a question only an actual Inuit can answer.

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