#peters wardrobe tag

[cottoncandyangeltwink]

I see a lot of punk rock Adam, but what if glam rock Peter?

Just gonna build a whole wardrobe for him~

[accioroyals]

golden child, lion boy; tell me what it’s like to conquer

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[tourmelion]

:)

Did you ever draw martins superhero(?) origin story? I'd love to see that c:

[image ID: a digital comic featuring Martin Blackwood and Peter Lukas from the Magnus archives. Comic depicts martin entering a room with a coffee in his hand, calling out "mr.lukas?". He peeks his head around the door and says "Mr. Lukas?" Again. He begins saying "I have your coffee-" but trails off as he turns to see peter. He's overlooking a control panel and a large device that looks like a lighthouse with a ring in the centre. Inside the ring, a person is screaming and dissolving into fog until they disappear. Peter turns around and says "Ah! Martin". Martin yells at him "what the hell did I just watch?! I know this place is shady but-but you just killed a man! He's dead!". Peter says "look martin, I don't expect you to understand our work here, you're only an intern after all, but-". Martin cuts him off "BUT WHAT, PETER?!"

martin pauses, looks at the coffee in his hand and goes "actually what if I just-" before pouring it over the control panel as peter yells "NO!". The ring on the device begins to break apart with white lightning coming from it as peter yells "martin you bleeding idiot!". Martin says "uhh...peter, what did I do?". We then see the two men dissolving into fog as they're hit with a white beam. There's text in between them that reads: "Martin blackwood never considered himself a significant man. A lowly intern for peter Lukas at the Lukas co. Lab who had lied on his CV to get there, martin knew what it was like to be treated with indignity. And so, when he saw the Lukas family conducting their immoral experiments to harness the power of a pocket dimension they called "Forsaken", he used that spark of spite and his long neglected desire for justice, and made one small act of rebellion, sabotaging the Lukas' experiments- but at the cost of him becoming...the Forsaken man! With his powers of telepathy, invisibility, and using the Forsaken to travel, he defends the world from those who wish fear upon it!". End ID]

Sorry this is a bit late, but this ask finally motivated me to outline Martin's origin clearly so I wanted to do the best I could with it! I straight up forgot to draw a panel here but you can still follow along lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

[hedwig221b]

WIP Monday

Tagged by @dear-massacre and also @patolemus like ages ago. Welp, guess it's time for the last snippet before I post the final thing heh @hotgirlstiles

Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it.

Deep into the charcoal night, with the moon drowning in wispy clouds, Derek paced around his house. His head snapped and froze at every sound. His fangs dug into his lower lip, and his eyes blazed with the blood that he yearned to taste.

It was a mistake to allow Stiles to stay the night. The wolf should never be apart from his mate. It was unnatural, wrong. He couldn’t fathom how Peter did it, but then again, Peter had been mated for a long time. His bite on Olivia kept him sane just as well as her bite on his neck. They had a kid. They felt the constant presence of a bond.

Derek had nothing.

Fucking nothing.

His whine mixed with a snarl. Derek stormed into Stiles’ bedroom, opened his wardrobe, and grabbed a fistful of his clothes. His claws caught on some of them as he pressed the fabric to his face and inhaled.

It was an echo of what he wanted. Not nearly enough.

With a furious snap of his teeth, Derek shoved the clothes back and marched out of the room, scraping his claws against the walls.

Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled.

It was…

It was almost as if…

His anchor shifted.

Derek snarled. He closed his eyes and sank to the floor with his fingers gripping his hair. The white blobs danced in front of his eyes as he shut them.

Stiles, Stiles, Stiles.

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Tagging gently @patolemus @endwersed @renmackree @salty-fryingpan

[delicatebarness]

cry baby | chapter seventeen

Summary: When Bucky met Peter...

Warning: Bucky Barnes.

Word Count: 1323

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A/N: Oh Bucky. Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

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The soft, late afternoon light streamed into your apartment and cast a warm glow over your small but beloved art desk. Your sketchbook lay open on top as a myriad of pencils scattered around, a half-finished canvas propped up against the window. 

Drawing had been your escape, a channel for your thoughts and emotions to turn into something tangible. You had been working tirelessly on a series of pieces you hoped would secure your place in a local art show. A chance to showcase your work to a broader audience and take a step forward, closer to a artistic career.

You let your favorite playlist play softly in the background as you lose yourself in the rhythm of shading and detailing. Each piece told a different story, and the emotions and love you had experienced over your life here in the city. The one you were working on, in particular, was a portrayal of resilience. 

You barely noticed the time passing as you became engrossed in your work. It wasn’t until your phone buzzed with a message that you glanced away. It was a text from Peter, reminding you of the plans for the evening at the bar.

Peter: Hey, I’ll pick you up around 7 tonight. I’m looking forward to meeting your friends! 😄

You smiled at his message, he had been incredibly excited to meet your friends, especially after meeting Steve. You quickly send him a reply. “Sounds perfect! They’re going to love you! 🥰”

Turning back to your sketch, you added the final touches. You wanted to ensure you had made enough progress and were satisfied with the piece before calling it a day. Your thoughts began to drift as you worked, drifting to the evening ahead. You looked forward to your family meeting Peter, yet you were also apprehensive. 

After a while, you set your pencil down. Standing, you took a step back to admire your work. Not perfect, you thought, but it captured the essence of what you wanted. 

With a content sigh, you began cleaning up your workspace. Carefully put away your supplies and stop Alpine from jumping up. Glancing at the clock, brought you to the present as you realized it was time to get ready.

Rifling through your wardrobe, you tried to find something suitable to wear. After a few minutes of deliberation, you settled on one of your usual outfits. You knew you’d be comfortable the whole night. Pulling your dress from the hanger you noticed a familiar piece pushed to the side.

Bucky’s leather jacket.

For a moment, you stared at it, remembering the last time you borrowed it. He insisted you take it, not wanting you to feel left out. You had meant to return it but, you had not found the right moment. 

Sighing, you pushed the jacket aside and continued getting ready. 

~

Leaning against the bar, you waited for your drink. Peter was by your side, his hand gently finding its way to the small of your back, his touch sending a pleasant shiver up your spine. You smiled up at him, enjoying his presence. But, before you could fully appreciate the moment, you noticed a figure moving quickly over to you, pushing his way through the crowd. 

Bucky. He cut a path toward you with a look of determination. His eyes were locking onto Peter, a darkness flickered in them. Within seconds he reached you, and without hesitation, he shoved Peter away from you. 

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Bucky growled, squaring up to Peter, and looking down at him slightly. 

Peter stumbled back slightly, hands raising in a placating gesture. “Whoa, dude! I–”

“Stop!” you shouted toward Bucky, trying to step between them.

It was too late, Bucky was already gearing up for a fight. His protective instincts overring any sense of reason left in him. “Who the fuck do you think you are, putting your hands on her?” he demanded loud enough to draw the attention of Steve and the others that were scattered around the bar. 

“He’s my boyfriend, James!” you yelled, desperation laced your voice as you tried to break through his rage. “Peter’s my boyfriend!” 

At that moment, Steve, Sam, and Natasha surged forward, their voice rose in a chorus of shouts toward Bucky. 

“Buck! Back off!” Steve’s voice boomed over the bar, his demeanor, once calm replaced with a sense of urgency.

“She’s telling the truth, Bucky!” The sharp tone of Natasha’s voice cut through the tension, her eyes sent a warning for him to listen. 

“Bucky, chill out, man!” Carrying a note of understanding, Sam’s voice was firm. 

Bucky’s eyes darted between you, Peter, and the rest of your friends, flashes of confusion and anger warred on his face. Realization slowly dawned on him, his fists stayed clenched as he stepped back.

“Your… boyfriend?” he repeated, his eyes searching yours for confirmation, as his voice lowered to a whisper.

You nodded, stepping closer to Peter and taking his hand in yours– A silent declaration of your relationship. Your gaze meets Bucky’s with sincerity, pleading with him silently. 

Peter gave Bucky a nod, still dazed at the sudden confrontation. “I didn’t mean any harm, man,” he said, apologetic. 

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening again as he looked toward Peter. “Who even are you?” he demanded, his tone accusing.

“James,” you said firmly, addressing Bucky by his given name as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. 

The tension hung thick in the air as Bucky’s gaze remained fixed on Peter, his expression slowly became unreadable the longer he stared. 

“I’m Peter,” Peter replied, his voice steady as he offered Bucky his hand. 

Bucky’s gaze flickered down to his outstretched hand. For a moment, it seemed that he might refuse the gesture, but after a pause… he reluctantly accepted it. His grip was unyielding. 

~

As the night progressed, you settled comfortably on Peter’s lap, the warmth from his body enveloped you as his hand traced gentle patterns along your sides and back. His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered sweet nothings, filling you with a sense of belonging. 

Meanwhile, Bucky sat across from you. You felt his gaze fixed on the exchange between you and Peter. His jaw tightened with every touch, his eyes flickering with frustration and something else you couldn’t work out. He had shifted in his seat, trying to focus on the conversations around him, however, his attention drifted back to you. 

You decided to break the ice with Bucky, hoping to lighten the mood and ease the thickening tension. Turning to Bucky, you mustered a smile.

“So, James, where’s Leah tonight?” you asked, trying to engage in genuine conversation with him. 

His gaze shifted from Peter’s hand on your hip to the crowded bar, his expression didn’t subside. “Working,” he replied, before sipping his beer. His response was curt. You noticed the way his grip tightened around the bottle, it was clear the night's events weighed heavily on him, and despite your attempts, you couldn’t understand why.

“Ah, that’s a shame,” you remarked sympathetically. Bucky merely nodded in response, remaining impassive. 

As the conversation drifted, you turned your attention back to Peter. His eyes met yours, a reassuring warmth emanating from the deep brown color. With a soft smile, he tightened his hold around you. 

~

Alone in your dimly lit apartment, you couldn’t shake the unease that followed you from the ba: The memory of Bucky’s accusing gaze and the tension. You felt restless and unsettled.

Just as you were about to head to bed, a sharp knocking at your door shattered the silence. With a furrowed brow, you made your way to the door.

You were met with the sight of Bucky as you opened the door. His face was slightly more bruised than earlier in the evening. “Can we talk?” His voice was low, carrying a weight that matched the gravity of the situation.

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[the-golden-comet]

✨👑Character Profile Tag 👑✨

Thank you for this tag, @willtheweaver , here @paeliae-occasionally , @mundanemoongirl here, @illarian-rambling here, @theink-stainedfolk here, and here @saturnine-saturneight ! 💛✨

Okay, PETER TAKE A SEAT. We’re gonna let BENJAMIN answer this. ✨

Name: Benjamin Matthias Bartholomew

Nickname: Benji

Kind of Being: Human

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Appearance:

“Prince Benjamin was a red-headed dynamo: short hair with long strands in front of his freckled lobes, lining the contour of his soft jawline. A slender-bodied, slightly curved twink dressed in royal purple silk. He, too, had side-swept bangs to cover his slightly-sunburned forehead. His face was also dotted in many freckles that extended down his neck, past his shoulder and arms. He rolled his emerald green eyes as he crossed his arms across his chest.”

Occupation: Prince of Port Mayor

Family members: Father—Matthias Bartholomew (Duke of Port Mayor), mother unknown

Pets: None

Best friend: None

Describe his/her room:

Finally, swinging first his arms over the window pane, then his legs, Peter tucked and rolled inside the lavish room. It was adorned with golden accents, royal purple sheets, and heavily ornamented furniture. Standing quickly, the blonde pirate dusted off his hands and took stock.

“Right….” He looked around the room, observing his surroundings. “….Vanity, check. Wardrobe, check…..hm?” Peter knelt down on one knee and looked underneath the bed. A few sheets were preemptively tied together, as if the person this room belonged to had been planning an escape. “Ah, well that makes my job easy…..”

The Golden Pirate pulled out the makeshift rope, pulling the sheets taut as he tested the integrity of the tied ends. “….Though, whoever made this needs a few tips on tying knots….” Peter reinforced the sheets in his own sailor knots, satisfied that they would hold his weight. Then, he draped the rope of sheets over the bottom of the window, outside the room as they billowed down to a foot above the ground. Tying the other end tightly to the foot of the heavy bed, he secured his exit and got to work scavenging the room for loot.

Way of speaking: British accent, speaks like a royal.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): very dynamic, perpetually pissed off, carries himself like a prince not because he wants to, but because that’s what he had to do in the castle.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: nothing

Hobbies: Ballroom Dancing, writing.

Favorite sports: Cricket 🏏

Abilities/Talents/Powers: Bilingual (English and French), somehow being both the luckiest and unluckiest man alive.

Relationships (how he/she is with other people): distrusting, gradually has to warm up to the person

Fears: Megalophobia, Hemophobia

Faults: naive, cynical, lofty daydreamer, idealistic, abrasive, blunt

Has Vasovagal Syncope with triggers from blood (more of a medical condition than a fault)

Good points: fiercely loyal, can stand his ground, knows exactly what he wants, shows bravery in multiple instances of fear.

What he/she wants more than anything else: To be loved by a man who adamantly loves him back, a romantic at heart. To have freedom to love who he wants, and live the life he wants.

Tag! @tragedycoded , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @alinacapellabooks , @authorcoledipalo , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild , @drchenquill , @finickyfelix , @autism-purgatory , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @moltenwrites , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @agirlandherquill , @astramachina , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @yourpenpaldee , @48lexr , @thecomfywriter , @thatuselesshuman , @rotting-moon-writes , @lychhiker-writes , @davycoquette , @katenewmanwrites , @leatafandom , @thebearthatreads , @tabswrites , @words-after-midnight , @theaistired , @theverumproject , @theink-stainedfolk , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @cybercelestian , @differentnighttale , @jadeglas , +open tag! ✨

[ricardian-werewolf]

this ripped my heart in 14 different places and now I shall inflict it on you all.

edmund absolutely adored snowy weather. waking up to snow on the ground was his dream come true, and he rarely waited long enough to be bundled up before rushing outside and leaping into the fluffy, cold snow. it was his favorite weather, and that was one trait about him that always made his mother and father laugh.

but upon the pevensie's return home, their mother notices the shift in edmund.

one evening, as it gets closer to christmas, she notices the snowfall outside, and smiles, calling to edmund, announcing the snow with the expectation that he'll rush to the glass, press his nose up against it, and ask delightedly if they can go sledding in the morning.

instead of the joyful shine in her youngest son's eyes, however, she sees nothing but horror as he abandons his chess game with susan in favor of scrambling backwards, getting as far away from the window as possible, curling up into the tiniest ball, his face pressed into his knees.

she's left at a loss for words, and reaches out for him, but she's too slow compared to his siblings. immediately, lucy's at her brother's side, crouching in front of him and holding his hands tightly as she whispers soft things in a nonsensical language. peter's grabbing the warmest blanket from the couch, and sitting beside edmund, wrapping it around his shoulders and tucking his brother against his side. susan's returning from the kitchen where she had rushed off to as soon as her mother announced the snow, a steaming mug of tea (not hot chocolate, never hot chocolate. the taste makes edmund want to vomit, memories of cold touches burning his skin, and tempting whispers of power in his ears) held tightly in her hands before it's passed off to edmund.

their mother can only watch as edmund shakes, eyes firmly fixed on lucy's face as she holds his hands with a smile, as peter begins speaking softly, a whispered story only for his siblings' ears, as susan gently runs her fingers (warm and firm, never cold and frail like the ones that haunt edmund's dreams) through his hair.

edmund doesn't love snow anymore.

[heliads]

Headcanons for readjusting to england after spending a lifetime in Narnia with Peter? If you don't want to write for Peter general/platonic headcanons is good too.

anything for the pevensies

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It’s hard to describe how it felt to show up in England after a lifetime in Narnia

At first, you didn’t think it could be real– this was a dream, perhaps, a nightmare that would torment you briefly before you woke up

After days turned into weeks and you were still small, still plain and ordinary instead of a royal, you had to accept the truth of it eventually

You did your best to find the silver lining of it all, but it’s miserable, obviously– you had everything, everything, and now you have nothing at all

You are a child again, still unable to do half of what you want without adult supervision

It is a good thing, then, that you are not going through this alone

The Pevensies have been your best support, ever since you were small the first time around and snuck into their house overnight so you could travel into the wardrobe with them

You keep in touch with all of them well enough, but you spend most of your time with Peter

You were engaged, actually, in the other world; betrothed after Peter finally got up the courage to ask you the one thing he’d been waiting to hear his whole life

Now that you’re both young again, finally getting the wedding you’d both wanted is out of the question for many more years, but that doesn’t mean you’re willing to abandon him in any way

This is the best part of the reset, you suppose:  you get more time with Peter

Both of you had confessed your feelings far too late, scarcely a year or two before you left Narnia

At least this way you get to start from scratch, and love each other for longer than you thought possible

Peter’s secretly relieved that he doesn’t have to follow through with the intricate courting traditions favored in Narnia, although he does put considerable effort into every date

You can study together and watch the sunsets side by side, plan out a new life after you had a trial run of your first already

It is a terrible thing to lose your crowns, yes, but maybe, just maybe– maybe you and Peter can find joy in it after all

narnia tag list: empty for now!

[cxrrodedcoffin]

✿ 10 People l'd like to get to know better ✿

Thank you for the tags angels @rafecameroninterlude @xxbimbobunnyxx ˚ ༘♡ ·˚

𐙚 Last song: stockholm syndrome by one direction

𐙚 Fav color: baby pink, lilac, black

𐙚 Last book: the dare by harley laroux (i started losers but i’ve been so busy i haven’t had a chance to get very far yet!!)

𐙚 Last movie: a nightmare on elm street 3

𐙚 Last tv show: american horror story, penny dreadful, grotesquerie

𐙚 Sweet / spicy / savory: all!

𐙚 Relationship status: in a reverse harem with josh hartnett, nicholas chavez, matthew gray gubler, drew starkey, hugh jackman, and evan peters (a.k.a painfully single)

𐙚 Last thing i googled: kayvan novak one direction (connected the dots that the photographer from the that moment parody is also nandor the relentless)

𐙚 Current obsession: nicholas alexander chavez (it’s unhealthy i literally cried thinking about him the other day), cooper abbott/adams, expanding my horror vhs collection, building my dream wardrobe, organizing/decorating my room, older!rafe cameron

𐙚 Looking forward to: a new tattoo at the end of november, NOT my birthday, new movies!! (nosferatu, your monster, wicked, heretic, etc.)

No pressure tags: @babygorewhore @eddiesxangel @myherometalhead @littlexdeaths @taintandviolent @luthqrs

[banthacakes]

oh i found the quote from the books that @liesmyth's narnia incest hours tag made me want to remember, which is

Then, after a bit, Susan came down the tree. She and Peter felt pretty shaky when they met and I won't say there wasn't kissing and crying on both sides. But in Narnia no one thinks any the worse of you for that.

The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe

[lightcreators]

Silent consciousness inside his gaze resonated as he listened the comment of his sister. Assurebly, for a short moment, he seemed being embraced inside the lands of a fairytale, where he could be one of those knights in those tales protecting the tales --- nevertheless, there was always an awareness inside his eyes they experienced reality … from another world. From another world who ended up as threatened as they were once in their world. An hero ? He was searching to offer an helpful hand. He wished settling down the situation, for eventually, return home. If the winter was taken over this entire world, maybe their own world would be threatened by that witch --- maybe themselves won't never came back. ❝ As much we are experienced an fairytale right now --- none of us are heroes, regardless if we are considered as such. We are doing your best with an unknown world. We are searching a way home we can't have if we fail. There will be no return. ❞ Memories of the war wanted to be pushed behind, as much he was searching to bring reassurance over his siblings over context they were. He couldn't forget. How he could have forget to had feared death every night ?

Eventually, conclusion who reached Susan mind also reached his. Swords, couple of arrows … strategically, if they had a chance to get out of it, a preliminary organization had to be made. There was no guarantee all of them would survive, that no victims will be made in this war, nevertheless, he desired protecting his siblings as best as he could. It was the big brother role to holding responsabilities, in same way he could accepting Edmund desire to fixing an previous mistake he made for had been charmed by the wrong person … An uncomfortable sensation passed though his hands. Often, he played games when he was young --- but it wasn't a game. They would need to train fast. ❝ War can be everywhere, even inside most unexpected place of another world in an wardrobe. If we don't manage to win … we won't coming back. ❞ That last sentence was mostly whispered, since he didn't wanted remembered this detail to either Lucy and Edmund. Such conversations should be made between each other, where they had consciousness of weigt of responsabilities inside their shoulders. Slowly moving to Susan position, after had let go of his sword, he attempted an reassuring touch on one of her hands.

@lightcreators (Peter)

"Just because a man in a robe hands you a sword, it does NOT make you a hero." Susan realistically grits. She loves her brother, but can not afford for any of them to be sucked too far into whatever delightful delusions this Narnia may be. Her own hands clutch the bow and horn she was given with uncertainty.

One glance into Lucy's eyes and she feels her heart crumble. Of course they couldn't leave her poor, helpful fawn to whatever witch reigned but they're not at all equipped to fight.

Turning to Peter she petitions again. "Hasn't mother sent us AWAY from war?!!!" If they died, here in Narnia, what would happen? Surely, professor Kirk and the Macready would NOTICE.

[cottoncandyangeltwink]

Everyone else seemed to enjoy putting him in Angel's outfit from Poison, so naturally I had to as well

Love dressing Peter up, such a good model~

[accioroyals]

but you’re a king and im a lionheart

and as the world comes to an end

i’ll be here to hold your hand

cause you’re my king and im your lionheart

-

king and lionheart - of monsters and men

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @lulusplaycorner, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @theselfshippingwitch

warnings: swearing, ghosts, peters failed attempts at flirting are mentioned

“Dana?” I asked as I saw her on the street in front of our apartment building. “What’s wrong?”

“my eggs…cooked…” she panted as she stared at the building.

“On the counter.” I finished as I stared at her. “I was making cookies and they just…”

“jumped out of their shells.” She finished. I nodded. “What the fuck is going on?” I shrugged.

“I have no idea.” I looked up at the building too, a chill running through me as I did. “Considering we’re both not staying here did you want to split a hotel room?” I asked, finally looking at her.

“yeah. But where going to have to go shopping. I won’t go back to pack a bag.” She said. I looped my arm through hers and turned us towards the nearest clothing store.

“just an excuse to update our wardrobes.” I breathed out as another chill went through me. By the time we’d finished shopping and got a room, it was night. Almost a week later, I was watching the tv as Dana got out of the shower. “Have you seen these guys?” I asked, pointing to the tv.

“the ghostbusters.” Dana nodded. “When my tv was left on when I went out. Kind of cheesy don’t you think?”

“I don’t know.” I said as one of them peeked out of the door with a bright smile. “Maybe they’re the ones that can help us.” I turned to look at her with a frown. “There’s no other explanation for what happened. Maybe they can…” Dana sat down on her bed as he dried her hair.

“yeah. Maybe.” She said softly. “Tomorrow?” I nodded.

“tomorrow.” I agreed. The next day, we walked down the street to where the firehouse was. “Interesting place to set up shop. Middle of tribecca.” Dana shrugged.

“I don’t care. As long as I get back to my apartment.” She sighed. We walked through the open door and I looked around. The hearse sitting in the middle of the room made me pause, the man laying on a shop towel pausing what he was doing to look at Dana as she passed. I snuck a peek at his ass as I paused next to the hearse. He turned back to the engine, cigarette nearly falling out of his mouth when he saw me.

“oh hello.” He said. I smiled shyly at him.

“hi. Are you a ghostbuster?” I asked. A commotion at the other end of the room made us both look up as Dana was greeted by another man.

“uh yeah i am. That’s Dr. Peter venkman. I’m Dr. ray stantz.” He said, sliding off the engine block and standing before me.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” I said, continuing to stare at him.

“I’d shake your hand but…” he smiled softly at me as he flexed his hand and I felt my nerves disappearing.

“totally understandable.” I responded. We continued staring at each other before I remembered why I was there. “I think maybe I have a ghost problem. I’m not sure though.” I rubbed the back of my neck as I pulled my eyes away from his mismatched ones.

“well why don’t you explain what happened and we’ll figure it out. Let me go get our third member and I’ll clean up. Janine,” he turned to the receptionist and motioned me over. “Could you please get (Y/N) a water or coke or something and show her up in say ten minutes?” Ray glanced over at Dana who was trying to explain her problem to Peter. “I’ll uh get Peter away from your friend.” I giggled as Janine rolled her eyes.

“you’re our first customers and peter seems hell bent on chasing your friend away.” She sighed.

“Dana’s a big girl she can take it.” I joked. Janine smiled at me. “Whatever’s in our apartments though…” I sighed and looked down. “That’s just freaky.”

“I can assure you Dr. stantz and Dr. Spengler will have the up most care while taking care of this.” She said. “Dr. Venkman…well…” I laughed and smiled at her as she stood up. “They should be ready for you by now.” I nodded and waved Dana over.

“you ok?” I asked as we trudged up the stairs behind Janine.

“had worse.” She teased. “In fact if I remember correctly I threw out one of your dates when he wouldn’t get the picture.” I laughed and nodded. “But that one you were talking to…” she bumped my shoulder. “I think he’d get it.”

“calm down Dana.” I laughed. “I’m not in the market right now.”

“you never know…” Dana said as we entered the lab. Ray smiled at em as soon as he saw me and motioned to the seat next to the couch. Peter made a beeline for Dana. I ducked behind her before Peter knocked me over.

“why don’t you tell us what happened?” Ray said as egon started examining Dana. “I’m sure it’s a similar story.” He shor egon a look before focusing on me again. He sat down next to me while opening a beer can.

“drinking on the job Dr. stantz?” I laughed. He shrugged with a smile as he took a drink. “I did that I’d be fired.”

“perks of owning your own business.” Ray laughed.

“I guess.” I smiled. I glanced at Dana as Peter and egon started asking her questions. I sighed and shook my head. “It all started when I was making a cookies a week ago. Everything was out on the counter. The carton of eggs opened on its own. They started to shake and just exploded. Don’t get me wrong I thought maybe it was natural gas or they’d gone bad or something. But then it got weird.” Ray furrowed his eyebrows and shifted in his seat.

“weird how?” He asked, leaning closer to me.

“they cooked on my granite countertop.” I said. Ray blinked in surprise. “Yeah. And then there was a noise from my fridge. Like a growling. When I opened it, there was a figure and a bright light. I didn’t catch what it said because I screamed and slammed the door. Ran outside and ran into Dana who said the same thing happened to her.” Ray blinked as he thought. Leaning back, he looked over at egon who had sat down next to him at some point.

“what do you think it is?” Ray asked. Egon shrugged. “Past life experience intruding on present time?” Egon nodded.

“Could be race memory stored in the collective unconscious. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either.” he added. Dana said something but ray leaned closer and said something first.

“would you be opposed to me coming over to check out the apartment?” He asked. “I want to get some readings before making a decision on what it is.” I nodded.

“I’m ok with that.” I said. Dana was collecting her things as Peter followed her. “Guess they’re heading over too.” Ray nodded and helped me up. The four of us walked back to the apartment; peter continuing to hit on Dana as we went. Ray rolled his eyes next to me. “This happen often?” I whispered. Ray nodded.

“every other week.” He said. “It used to be graduate students. Now that we got kicked out of Columbia he’s hitting on anything that moves.”

“I feel like I should be offended by that.” I said. Ray frowned.

“no…I didn’t mean…it’s not…” he stuttered. I chuckled and patted his arm.

“I understand.” I assured him. He breathed a sigh of relief just as we entered the apartment building. Dana took Peter up the stairs while I led ray to the elevator. “Easier.” I shrugged as we rode up. I led ray down to my apartment and rolled my eyes as Luis opened his door. “Door Luis!” I called before it slammed. I could tell he caught it by the lack of grumbling. Ray followed me into my apartment, watching as I wrapped my arms around myself.

“do you normally have the temperature set this low?” Ray asked. I shook my head, glancing at the thermostat before setting it up again.

“I have no idea how it went down so low.” I said. Ray looked around the room, holding a black object in front of him as he explored. “What is that?”

“A pke meter. It measures the level of psychokinetic energy in an area. But what’s funny is it’s not reading anything.” He frowned at the meter. “You sure…”

“oh now you question my story?” I said, a small smile of my face. Ray blushed as he turned to face me.

“no. It’s just strange that there are no readings whatsoever.” Ray tapped the machine before looking around. “Where’s the kitchen?”

“this way.” I led him into my kitchen and pushed the door open. “Forgive me for uh not following…” ray nodded and entered the room. I looked around from the doorway.

“these the eggs?” I nodded as ray picked one up after scanning it. “I always preferred scrambled but I guess…” he trailed off as he scrunched up his nose at the smell. “Right. Been a week. Gonna wanna get new groceries.” I nodded as I watched him move towards the fridge. “Whatever was here has moved on. I think. I’m not getting any readings.” Ray held out his free hand and I stared at it. “Only if you want to.” I swallowed before taking his hand. He gently led me into the room.

“how can you be sure it moved on?” I asked. Ray nodded.

“I’d have to come back. Probably with egon. And we’d do a full check. More equipment. Not a single corner untouched.” He said. “That is if there isn’t anything in the fridge.” I nodded as ray opened the door and scanned with the pke as I stared in awe at the empty fridge.

“what the fuck?” I whispered. “There’s nothing here.” I let go of rays hand to push the ice cube tray out of the way. “I’m not crazy I swear. There was a building of some sort and a figure and bright lights and…” I took a deep breath and brushed my hand over my forehead. “I can’t believe this.” I left my kitchen and sat down on my couch, head in my hands. “This isn’t happening. I can’t believe this. It can’t be happening.” I whispered. I felt ray touch my knee and I looked up.

“you’re not crazy. I don’t think you’re crazy.” He said softly. “It must have just moved on. I’ll come back with egon. We’ll go over everything and make sure but I think whatever it was is gone now.” I ran a hand down my face as he squeezed my knee. “I’ll get to the bottom of this (Y/N).” I nodded and took a deep breath.

“ok. Yeah.” I agreed. “I’m sorry for wasting your time ray.” He smiled at me as he stood up.

“you didn’t waste my time.” He assured me. “I’ll look into what you saw. Maybe there’s something there. If I find anything even after egon and I make our sweep I’ll let you know.” I nodded as I wiped away a tear, following him to my door.

“thanks ray.” I said, opening it for him. “I’ll check in with Dana when Peter leaves.” Ray chuckled.

“I’ll drag him out if he hasn’t left already.” He patted my arm. “Call us if anything happens in the meantime.” I nodded with a smile.

“I will.” I assured him as he left. I locked the door behind him and took a deep breath. “Here’s hoping.”

[allamericansbitch]

Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (december 24- december 31)!  I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week and happy new year!

sabrina carpenter gifset by @lovestory

taylor swift: fifteen gifset by @bazkrekkers

olivia rodrigo: the grudge graphic by @anervousmirrorball

friends: mondler + christmas gifset by @chandler-monica

yellowjackets gifset by @taiturner

a charlie brown christmas gifset by @cindylouwho

taylor swift: the eras tour gifset by @cametotheshowinsd

maisie peters: the good witch deluxe gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

pride & prejudice: elizabeth bennet gifset by @prideandprejudice

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @fkevin073

taylor swift: tolerate it gifset by @rogerhealey

zendaya: 2023 appearances gifset by @zendadya

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: sejanus plinth gifset by @rasputinaillyanna

halsey: gasoline graphic by @thingsmk1120sayz

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @maliagf

taylor swift: the eras tour gifset by @thatwasthenightthingschanged

boygenius: $20 graphic by @petewenstz

heartstopper: nick and charlie gifset by @narliee

taylor swift: the eras tour gifset by @frrosty

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: sejanus plinth gifset by @sharpayandryan

olivia cooke gifset by @morgots

hayley williams: birthday gifset by @userdanewhitman

taylor swift: eras tour outfits art by @anctherdayofsun

olivia rodrigo: guts gifset by @tbosas

saltburn gifset by @katherines

chappell roan gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

taylor swift: red era graphic by @sadbeautifutragic

barbie 2023 gifset by @binariesuns

julien baker gifset by @anxietyonmars

priscilla gifset by @rhera

the hunger games: katniss and peeta gifset by @bixcaleen

friends: rachel green wardrobe season 2 gifset by @sarahmichellesgellar

taylor swift: the eras tour gifset by @breakbleheavens

priscilla gifset by @mike-mills

the bear: 1x01 gifset by @logangarfield

[midmorning-bomb]

Thanks @meggie-stardust and @timdrakemybeloved for the respective WIP tags. I've been trying to wrap up my Steter Week '23 piece before we... start Steter Week '24.

“Dude. Babe. Babe-dude. I said discreet. A cardigan that shows off your navel piercing is the opposite of that.”

Peter smiles insincerely and does up a single button of his cashmere sweater, Behemoth chuffing in the background, the odd little puff he now recognizes as a laugh. Or more accurately, a snicker.

“This is serious reconnaissance, okay?”

I love reading everyone's WIPs and notes.

I also love researching wardrobe for Peter and was seriously tempted to put him in this.

(Tagging in anyone with something to share for me to reblog ❤️)