#quiietpatience.

[doctorvenko-a]

@quiietpatience did not ask for this, but it is a peace offering -- from one angst whore to another.

𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚈. their skin, their clothes, their gear -- everything caked in thick layers of toasted marshmallow. peter venkman was a very particular man : he’d wrinkle his nose at even the slightest bit of dirt under his nails or glitter in his hair. but tonight, for alice, he’d put his marshmallow-y irritations aside.

the two sat in the back of ecto-1. peter had just about managed to peel alice away from his frame to remove his flight suit and hoped that the fresh linen smell of his shirt, with thanks to the laundry fairy (probably winston), soothed her at least a little.

❛ as far as dinner dates go -- ❜ he hummed, resting his chin atop her head gently, ❛ that’s the most action i’ve ever gotten out of one ❜

perhaps she didn’t feel like laughing, there was no pressure. peter just wanted her to hear his voice ; to let her know that he was there. it is what he would’ve wanted if the roles were reversed.

[doctorvenko-a]

𝙾𝙷, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴𝚂. peter knew them all too well, so he could understand completely how alice was feeling. he didn’t mind talking about it though and in fact, hearing her exercise her own christmas demons made peter feel ... un-alone with his.

❛ what is this? confession? ❜ peter teased her apology. he knew everything between them was all in jest, else they wouldn’t be able to have moments like these.

he watched her as she stood up, noticing the exhaustion in her posture. she’d be okay, sure, but it still didn’t help the fact that she wasn’t okay now. neither was peter. they’d overcome it together -- like family, just without the blood.

❛ yeah, i know ❜ he replied, lifting himself from the edge of the desk upon which he was perched and pulling alice into a warm embrace; leaving a small kiss on her head as a token of reassurance.

“ i just wanna see you smile again ” / edited it a lil to sound like pete :D

         alice was wrapped in an oversized hoodie, legs up in the chair over at janine's desk. cold, tired, and having stayed nearby them for the last day or so - maybe it was the comfort. just being near them near christmas was helpful to her serotonin, both her parents gone and only really having the guys as family for the holidays. thank god for janine, who was a big help to any holiday spirit, but now ? she was in a better mood with it. as she sat in the chair, thinking about how peter was being the most adorable, being ... like a brother.

peter venkman and alice hathaway had such a weird friendship, it seemed more like a brother that alice had always wanted. hearing his words after she dazed out, there was a smile. " you know, sorry i tried to trip you going up the stairs to egon's lab earlier in the week and we both kinda wrestled ourselves on the stairs. i am kinda mean to you, " there was a small smile poking out the side of her mouth, getting up out of her chair. " you're a butthead, though. that makes me smile. i just have the seasonal blues, i'll be okay peter. promise. "

[withthemercedes]

@quiietpatience : 

alice heard his words and looked up, it was a rough honeymoon with chet. they argued about silly stuff and a lot of it was an overwhelming feeling of arguments right after another. when she got in from the honeymoon to visit her sister and her husband, roman, it was a welcomed pace to be around. when she got up from the dining room table, chet and katie both out for the day at work. alice had been on leave since the night before the wedding and chet immediately went back to work. spending time for the week with the craigs was a change she needed."roman, i'll - i'll never have that," she rubbed her face and picked up the papers she had been writing on for a few things with their house renovations. "i think contentment has set in very early and quite frankly, i'm here in this spot by my own doing. i could deserve something, but not get it."

“never say never, ripley,” roman said, giving her his charming smile as he took a seat next to her at the kitchen table. “i would agree contentment set in too early, but that doesn’t mean ya gotta stop moving towards what you want. hell, if i did that, i’d lose every damn thing. i go after what i want like a hungry lion after its prey,” he said, his voice dropping a bit lower as he searched her eyes with his own. “and yeah, you could deserve something and not get it, but you could also deserve something and fucking take it...”

[theothervenkman]

[ text; auntie alice ] i think you’re causing a cucumber shortage. [text; auntie alice  ] i’ve been to three grocery stores and they’re all out. off to #4 i go. [ text; auntie alice ] prayer circle for ozzie

@quiietpatience didnt ask for this

[columbiaparanormal]

@quiietpatience said:  “ you kissed my cheek. and then i knew, that you could be homesick for people, too. “

egon’s head tilts the slightest bit to the side and he muses on her words before he says anything. “are you saying that i’m your home?” he asks, trying to understand precisely what she means. he thinks about his own feelings for her and he thinks that perhaps he understands in this moment. when she is not there, he feels an ache that he’s not used to feeling. is that what she means?

[ectoplaesm-gone]

@quiietpatience said : “ hey… i know it’s really late, but i didn’t know who else to call… “ fucK ME UP MOT

“ that’s all right, alice. you’re free to call me whenever you’d like. ” he’s still half-asleep. he’d heard the ringing phone echoing through the firehouse and dragged himself down to the reception area in his pyjamas, without glasses, and settled himself into janine’s chair. this feels unnatural. “ are you all right? ” something in alice’s tone, even aside from the unexpected evening call, sets egon on edge. “ where are you calling from? ” he searches janine’s desk for a pad of paper and a pen in the event that he needs to note down an address. egon’s not used to being the one to field calls - he’d answered the phones only once before they’d hired janine, and peter had offered him light criticism. you’re a little too monotone for reception, spengs - we want the customers to like us. you don’t have a voice for radio. “ i can come meet you somewhere, if you need me to. ”

[gogcther-a]

I FOLLOWED YOUR BLOG BCOS I FOUND YOU THROUGH MOTLEY AND I STAYED BECAUSE ILU GABBY AND I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE. HEARTEYES MOTHERFUCKER

NO U ILY SHELL

[towardsredemption]

some of the best things in life really are free...

alice hathaway & elwood blues,1980. (pictures found in the visor of the bluesmobile)

@quiietpatience & @rubberbiscuitt played by shell & ray, crossover artists extraordinaire!!!

[sistervee]

@quiietpatience said:  “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” for roman

“shit...” he said, glancing around as he pulled his own back on and down. “uh... i think i threw it over here...” he said, as he walked to the other side of the room, trying to locate it. the search led him back to the bed, where he flipped the blankets back up onto the bed. “found it!” he said, standing with the shirt in hand. he held it up towards her, but raised it above his head as she approached. “don’t i get some kinda reward for finding it?” he laughed.

[classfive]

@quiietpatience​ said:  “Oh my god. Look at all this junk food!”

slimer’s gaze snapped to her, eyes wide as said junk food fell from his mouth. he tucked the cheeseburger and fries that were in his hands behind his back (as though he was not transparent) and closed his mouth, head shaking. he tried to look at her as innocently as possible, and a small smile began to appear on his lips.

[staypufts]

@quiietpatience:

      alice destroyed everything leaving new york, now she's married and thought she was moved on - but here they are. the last big heartbreak she had felt like she endured was her blow out break up with egon and leaving for california immediately after, not to mention leaving ray behind after egon was so close to leaving himself. now, her husband asking for a divorce and her heart is falling to her feet. there is no way she feels like she could reply to anything, almost a threat of getting sick and her body began to shake. " tris .... please. p-please .... ” he was the freedom she wanted, the heart she was so happy to marry. marrying into the military wasn't something she thought she would do, but tristan owens was probably one of the nicest men she had run into in california - so being a military wife ? it was nothing. " i love you so much, but i - i respect it. whatever reason. ”

“that’s the thing, alice... i love you, too. with all my heart,” tristan says, voice cracking. he hates to do this. he thought he could handle it. he thought he could be normal.

he was wrong.

he takes her hand in his, thumb fiddling with the wedding band he put on her finger and that’s when the tears slipped down his cheeks. “it’s not that i don’t love you, because i will always, always love you. i--” he ducks his head again, biting his lip as he draws in a shaky breath.

“alice... i’m gay,” he whispers, not looking at her because he can’t handle this heartbreak he’s put on her. it’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud, the only person he’s ever told. his best friend. his wife. “and you deserve better than this.”

[rayzoccultt]

@quiietpatience​ said:  “ are you serious? i've had a crush on you for as long as i can remember. “

her words are met with an expression of surprise, widened eyes and brows raised, ray looks at her in disbelief. “on me?” he asks, needing clarification because... what?

[theothervenkman]

@quiietpatience said:  “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?”

ozzie could only laugh in response, rolling around on the floor. after awhile, he finally was able to speak through his tears of laughter, “eg--egon!” and then he exploded into laughter again.

[doctordetroits]

@quiietpatience:

looking up from her computer to see cliff standing there with roses, she almost forgot about her birthday and usually she never had anybody to celebrate with. getting up from her desk and making her way around to reach him, wrapping her arms around him.

“cliff!” she took the roses and smiled up at him. “you didn’t have to do anything but this means… so much.”

“i know,” he says, looking down, his cheeks red and warm. “i just wanted to make sure you had something almost as beautiful as you to look at,” he said, his voice quiet and lacking a bit in the confidence department, but he’d said it!

he shifted his weight on his feet and cleared his throat. this was nerve wracking!

[ectoplaesm-gone]

egon enters the library slower than usual, frame dipped slightly to one side as he holds the hand of a tiny blonde someone toddling along beside him. her head barely clears the circulation desk, a small mess of blonde curls peeking over the edge as she reaches up to peer over the desk at the woman seated behind it. “ good morning, alice, ” egon offers a courteous nod. he’s dressed as he always is, in an impeccable grey suit, with the addition of a small lisa frank backpack tossed over his shoulder. he lifts callie up to hold her on his hip, and she waves. “ this is callie. we’d like to examine the children’s section today. ”    /    @quiietpatience i need the serotonin.

[lawandoccult]

@quiietpatience said: “ there’s  no  way  in  hell  i’m  doing  that . ”

"i would never ask a civilian to put themselves in this situation, however, i need a female to accompany me to dinner and there's none in homicide and no one else is available. this reconnaissance must take place tonight. the department will pay for your meal, drinks, and a dress if need be. are you in or out hathaway?"