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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago
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Heyy, Ghostbusters preference- when they get jealous?
ooo okay ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!
GHOSTBUSTERS ; jealousy
includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky
warnings ; language
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TREVOR
he's so awkward about it
he doesn't even know what to do at first like... fuck you want him to do??
he doesn't even realize someone's trying to hit on you til you give him the most pleading look of all time
and he literally has to run every scenario through his brain to figure out what to do without getting sucker punched
he's just not a jealous person in general either, half of its obliviousness, half of its just the trust he has in you because he knows you aren't gonna leave him. maybe
if it's going on to long he'll slide in, introduce himself as "Trevor Spengler, one of the Ghostbusters" and hopes it'll impress the other person enough to just leave you alone
90% of the time they just leave because Trev is too awkward to just say "Hey I'm their boyfriend, leave them alone please" lmaoo
PHOEBE
she literally doesn't know what to do bro
like on one hand maybe she's being dramatic but on the other why the hell is someone else talking to you like that???
she's autistic and it's very obvious (this isn't even a hc I'm pretty sure it's actually canon + her being queer yipee) and can sometimes be very blunt or awkward
"can you stop talking to them like that? thank you." while she's got this serious bitch face on
the person quickly scurries away and you're just relieved while she's like confused and a bit upset but doesn't know how to explain it
"pheebs, I'm not leaving you, don't worry. thank you though, i didn't know how to get them to go away"
she gives you a little hug to just silently tell you "Okay, thank you, I'm sorry"
PODCAST
LUCKY
just kinda stands there like 🧍‍♂️
kinda tries to sling his arm around your shoulders and signal that you were not up to hang out later
and somehow the person just doesn't get it!!
"Okay, uh, they have a boyfriend! they don't wanna hang out with you, please listen to them, thanks"
the person scrambles and he's just like "what the fuck I thought you loved me" in a joking manner
you both go get some candy down the street because that was awful for both of you LMFAO
she's a confident bad bitch okay...
hugs you from behind, arms around your waist and her head resting on top of yours/your shoulder
"Hey, please listen to people when they say they don't want to talk to you, take a hint. they have a girlfriend"
literally a life saver
lucky domingo is a mindset
"I don't understand, why can't people just listen??"
honestly same girl
she's always coming in clutch tho, ain't no way she's letting someone bother you, especially when she's jealous of the fact you're giving them attention
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fandomnerd9602 · 8 months ago
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Y/N helps Lucky defrost…
Y/N: You barely survived a Class Two apparition
Lucky: I’m freezing
Y/N: well babe I can find a way to warm you up
Podcast: really?! now?!
Y/N: I have a space heater, Podcast! What else could I have been implying?
Lars: I think Podcast was implying your intention to perhaps mate with-
Lucky: not now, Lars!
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tuliptired · 6 months ago
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hello! I don’t want to bother you but could you possibly right about old man Egon Spengler x fem reader?
Empty Pocket Waltz
Pairing: Old man!Egon Spengler/Fem!Reader
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Not a bother at all! Firm believer that some pussy would've saved him
Better formatting on Ao3!!
You’ve been living in Summerville, Oklahoma for at least the last handful of decades. It was a cold and windy night when you loaded Callie into the backseat, before you and Egon left your lives in New York to save the world, supposedly. After starting from scratch in a gilded age farmhouse, sending a child off to college, meeting her children- it felt like more of a family dinner. Nevertheless, you were happy. And, despite the threat of constant doomsday for years on end, Egon seemed at a weird sort of peace. Every morning you wake up, you wonder what your future would’ve been like, if your daughter didn’t cry out in the middle of that argument. If he had never gone to hold her, and realize that this was a matter of your little family, as well as the planet.
That was then, in the confines of your miniscule apartment, paint peeling off the walls and water endlessly dripping out your taps. You took a long breath in, grateful for the abundance of fragrant house flora you had managed to keep alive. It was just you and the rolling farmland this morning, a silent little symphony as the sun beat down on your face. Not even the pan below you dared to make any noise.
Your moment alone was cut short by the gentle running of water, and later the creak of the floorboards that made up the steps. Egon had become a better sleeper in time. He used to insist on going in late, getting up early, taking care of Callie before you’d managed to open your eyes. But his old habits came crashing down after a while of falling asleep to gentle wind chimes, chirping crickets, pittering rain. And you found it adorable- his messy hair and soft pajamas seeing you off to your job in town every morning.
You felt a warm body at your side as you finished making breakfast. “Did you sleep well?” you asked, the question as familiar as he was. Egon didn’t answer, leaning his head on your shoulder while you carefully poured him coffee, one cream and four artificial sugars. Time may have altered his disposition, but never his tastes.
“Well,” you started, plating pancakes after he trudged over to the table, “I hope you eat as well as you sleep. We have a big day today.” you spoke excitedly.
Egon woke up a bit after a sip from his old and worn out mug. He puzzled over your proclamation, brow furrowed a bit. “We do?” he wondered, growing nervous in wake of your bright smile.
“Pruning day!” you announced, wrapping your arms around his neck from the back as he let out a soft groan. “And you’re gonna help out, because you promised your poor old wife with bad knees that you’d get it done. And because you love her.”
“Yes. And because I love her,” he said dryly.
You heard him sigh as you loosened your embrace around his shoulders. “The flowers aggravate my allergies and dirt gets stained into my clothes,” He paused. “Get me the shears from the mudroom, please?” A happy noise escaped you then before you buried your head into his hair. “Thank you, Egon.” Geez, did he always have this much hair? You could feel the white locks tickling your own scalp. “Ouf. Next item on the to-do list is a haircut.”
 Egon had been out there for some time when you emerged with a glass of lemonade. Watching your husband do physical labor under the sun was a fairly indulgent source of entertainment- but there’s just something about a man tending to a garden on his hands and knees that made your day a bit brighter.
“Since you’re working so hard,” you offered him the cup, a painted little thing that Callie had made in school, while you sip from your glassware. 
He didn’t seem to mind, shamelessly taking a drink. “Thank you.” He sat back on his haunches then, observing your mini yield. “You’ve got a lot this summer.”
“I know,” you marveled, taking a quick headcount of all your sprouts, shoots, and stalks. “It’s a pensioner’s dream.” 
If your grandson were here, and not up north- he’d undoubtedly be making fun of you both for your stereotypically geriatric source of entertainment. It had taken both you and Egon, the genius, ridiculously long to notice the acres upon acres of farmland at your disposal. Of course, this was after a sizable amount of stressing over what it took to adequately feed a growing child. So, you grew what you could for dinner, garden plot now confined to the side of your house as caring for it became hard.
You took refuge on a worn chair in the shade, legs crossed while your husband bent back down to work. You couldn’t help the pleased sound you made to yourself at the sight of him, pants hitching up to the midsection of his thighs and a bit closer to his skin than other bottoms you’d  seen him don outside. He’d gotten a little fuller over time, but you’d be a liar if you dared to say you minded. 
“Those shorts were a good decision, then?” you mused, low eyes still on his lower half. You nearly missed the look of offense he had as he looked over his shoulder. “Glad you’re bringing them back.”
“I have nothing else. We should put laundry on the list.” Egon stated. 
You rested the glass on your own thigh, condensation providing a little relief from the warmth permeating your spot in the shadows. “You have at least two pairs of sweatpants left. I checked,” you scoffed. You’d known him for so many years that you had no problem decoding his unvarnished nature, even if it was slightly annoyed. You knew he really wasn’t too upset at your ogling, or letting the chore slip your mind. And- he did wordlessly arch a bit further into the bush, a satisfied smile growing on your face.
After all his drudgery was done, you promised you’d find a way to repay him after a second shower. His hulking figure tracking soil around your hallways was enough for you to usher him into the bathroom and stay at the door until you heard the water run. 
He wasn’t very long, and you met back in your now-steamed-washroom to tackle his little salon treatment. “How’d this happen?” you murmured rhetorically, examining Egon from all angles while he dwarfed a stool. He always had refused to use the toilet for anything but its intended purpose, chastising you and your daughter whenever you dared to. In the rare times Callie looked to test his patience- Terrible Twos, she knew that a lesser loved doll or picture book could stand a swim in the porcelain, if it meant getting back at Daddy.
“I thought you liked my hair long?” Egon asked, covered by the fluffy towel you dried his damp hair with.
You brushed it back into its usual place. After a long time of being styled- probably since his final graduation, his hair seemed to compromise, curls finally growing in the way he had manipulated them to. “I do, but that was then,” you worked. “College-Egon was a different guy.”
He sulked a bit. “Elon’s wife lets him wear his hair long.” His uncharacteristic petulance was endearing to you, as you grabbed a pair of hairdressing scissors. These had saved Callie on many different occasions, most notably when you had come home to find her and her father locked inside the destroyed bathroom, trying every remedy in every cupboard and cabinet to remove something viscous and sticky that ended up on her from Egon’s lab. 
“Elon’s wife let him keep a family of foxes. She only put them out when they scuffed her china cabinet.” you laughed lightly, not yet removing anything from his head.
“I won’t take away too much. Just enough to not scratch me.”
He conceded. “You know best.”
“I know.”
You carefully clipped just shy of half an inch from the white that took over what once was brown. You had to admire its refusal to thin out, thick but light pieces littering the tile beneath you. Before he knew you, an old and apparently unkind barber down the street cut his hair. When the price of that looked too high for his parents, his father took up the job, and he wasn’t much of a step up. Once Egon was out on his own, people seldom touched his head, not even after his degrees were finished and he gave it a drastic cut. It always felt nice, being on the giving end of taking care of such a distinctive part of him. One he really never let anyone influence or alter, when given the choice.
A gentle snoring rumbling from him and the slight slump of his head drew you out of your focus when you took a step back to review your work. “You really are old,” you grinned, rousing him awake. You caught your reflections in the mirror. “Good?”
Egon gave you a nod of approval, sitting patiently as you brushed some of the stray white off his shoulders. “Good.”
You examined him once more, still not fully satisfied. Something was off. He still looked great- he always looked great. But you were skipping a step. Egon was nothing if not tolerant, waiting for you to finish your evaluation.
“I know,” you snapped. You didn’t give him much of a further explanation, dipping into the drawers of the sinkside cabinet and emerging with a razor. “Your beard.”
The very tall man nearly scooched off the stool. “I thought you liked it? You’ve never said anything before.”
You glanced down at the shaver in your hand. Shiny and electric- one of the first things you had ordered online, when that was a new thing. “Okay, maybe not these.” you placed them on the counter. “Come on, grandpa. Just a trim.”
You were lucky Egon trusted your judgment. So, you took the scissors and carved him back out, catching short strands with the equally as white towel.
“There you are,” you twinkled, proud of your cosmetology skills. You placed a loving kiss on his cheek, his own smile pulling at the muscle. In your little moment, he convinced you to let him paint your nails in thanks. Your husband. Egon was always handsome, before and after your pampering. But you reveled in the intimacy of routine maintenance with the one you loved.
“Darn it,” you closed the washer-dryer. Halfway through its cycle and it decided to start fussing again. “Egon?” you called, hoping he’d mess around with it again and finish drying your wet clothes.
And mess around he did. He turned knobs, moved pipes, plugged and unplugged things with increasing frustration. This didn’t show much but his stubbornness, but he really was a smart man. With a PhD. But this was one of his few intellectual weaknesses- “smart” appliances. It was one of the more newer things in the old house, an upgrade the handyman (Egon insisted he could fix the old one alone, nearly electrocuting himself before you put your foot down about it) who came from really far out of town to help you out had suggested. But, there was always something going on with it, whether that was your fault or otherwise. There was always a new fix, but not now.
Egon must’ve sensed your worry over the clothes still inside. “We can put these on the line to dry,” he reassured you, using some of his strength to push it forward and inspect whatever went on at its back.
“It’s gonna rain,” you troubled, peering outside at the graying sky. He was in his own, mechanical world, not hearing you as he assessed the faulty thing. 
“Egon?” You wrapped your arms around his middle. 
You could tell his ponderings didn’t stop at your touch. “Yes?”
“I know you can fix the car. And your proton pack. And my hair dryer.” He let out a noise of acknowledgment, which might have had a hint of pride.
“But maybe,” you cringed, “we should just cut our losses and take all this to the laundromat?”
He shot down your idea- because of course that was the wildest suggestion ever presented to him. “Why go all the way out there over something I can fix in an evening?” Egon reasoned.
“You know good and well it’ll take longer than an evening.” You had already started to sort soaked clothes into linen bags. “I’ll be lucky if I catch you leaving this room before the end of the week.”
“Then, by the end of the week you’ll have a working laundry room again.”
You placed one of your sodden delicates in his hands. “Everything’ll mold if we can’t get it to dry. And I won’t let you test any of it. We’re going.”
Egon grumbled, but followed suit, carrying the large bag of laundry to the car for you while you grabbed your mini bag of quarters. It was his silent compliance as he waited for you to buckle up that made you stroke his arm apologetically.
“I appreciate that you’re always trying to help. Remember what you did to Callie’s Furby?”
He nodded fondly. “The first to be able to talk back. She was terrified.”
“Well, she would fish it out the closet when she was mad. I never had to buy her a diary ever again.” you shrugged.
“Do you still like the jets I put in the bathtub?” he turned to you.
“Of course! You just never notice I have them on because you’re in there with me.”
The drive into town always took some time, bumpy dirt roads turning into proper asphalt after a while. Summerville was still a small town, so the laundromat was never as bustling as it could be. But your assumptions were proven wrong, as a dozen or so cars lined the curb. Either everyone’s washer or dryer started acting up, or the water company had a mass shut off.
Egon moved rigidly through the throng of people in the little space. These were the people, and some of their now-grown-children, who stared at him like he was an alien after moving his tiny family to a run down house all the way from Manhattan. You could somewhat understand their intrigue- the most exciting thing to happen around this place seemed to be community matters. But some of their rumors were outright laughable: you were on the run from the police (ironic if you considered how gossipy the town was), Callie was a monster he made in his lab (she played into that one when you went shopping), you were Soviet spies sent for espionage (fairly dangerous, considering the country was coming down from the Cold War and Egon was very visibly the child of two European immigrants). 
But, as years passed and no nukes were dropped and no infectious diseases spread from your daughter in school, Summerville learned you were here to stay. And they started to enjoy your presence, the few times you’d gone into town to run errands and with everything you did at work. You’d even gotten close to a family or two, evident in how a teenage girl sitting on one of the stand alone machines smiled at you.
“Hi, Mr and Mrs. Spengler,” Lucky waved. Her and Trevor had become close friends, at least the few summers he and his sister had spent while visiting. You had thought it wouldn’t stick- on account of the distance and the time it’s been since their last trip down here, but they managed to stay in contact. Very close contact, you’d been told.
“Hi, Lucky,” you returned, “how’s your mom?”
“She’s okay. She sent me here- ‘cause our washer won’t start.” 
“We’re in the same boat, then. Tell her: once ours works again, I’ll send Egon to check yours out, alright?”
Her grin grew, possibly at the sight of your husband's expression. He was used to you volunteering his skills in repair, though. It proved useful, in a town without any real mechanical service. Here, one just prayed they would never break down or lose power. But it was one of the ways you managed to clean up your reputation in time- Egon serving as an electrician, tow truck, or handyman whenever he wasn’t holed up in his makeshift lab. “Will do,” she nodded.
With that, her dad called her, and she was off. Not before complimenting your nails, though. You made quick work of loading your wet clothes, going through the motions. Halfway through, Egon stopped to pull something out of one of his wrinkled pockets.
It was one of your earrings, delicate and near tiny. “You fell asleep with it on.” he handed it to you.
Eventually, your laundry was done. And you didn’t even run through all your quarters. This called for a Coke from the vending machine- only a can, you both needed to watch your sugar.  The drive back was noticeably more jovial, you had clean and dry laundry, Egon had a new project to consume his time. He seemed to have multiple things on his mind, as he opened the passenger door for you.
“They’re calling today,” he said, almost anxiously. Callie had been calling you periodically ever since she went off to Ohio, of all places, for college. She had stopped after you came back from a visit once she had Trevor, and it wasn’t until after his father left that 1. You learned she had a whole other child not long before their split, and 2. He was an awful husband. After that, you made her promise to always check in with you, especially in the long stretches of time when driving up to Chicago just wasn’t an option. Egon’s been on top of her calls ever since, silently eager to see his daughter and his growing grandchildren. 
At some point, you found him in the living room, mulling around with the iPad you were given some time in the early 2010’s in order to actually see the people getting in contact with you. “You got it?” you asked, squeezing into your typical spot next to him.
He nodded, and soon your daughter was on the little screen. “Hey Mom, hey Dad.”
“Hi, Cal!” Egon had only waved, always a tad shy over the phone for the first few minutes. “How’s everything? How’s work?”
She seemed preoccupied with something offscreen. “Raining hard, here. Ceiling started to leak.”
You frowned. It was never fun to hear that your loved ones were struggling, even if they were small grievances like these. “Does your landlord know? It’ll only get worse as it gets warmer.”
“He won’t answer my calls,” she put her hands up, as if she was ridding herself of the problem, “we have buckets, it’s fine.”
“You know what we’re gonna tell you.”
“Do I?”
“Spend the summer here,” you urged, hearing her groan slightly over the phone. “It can’t hurt.”
“I can’t ask that of you guys. Again.” 
You gestured around the large, under-occupied house. “You lived here. You know how much space we have.”
Callie was silent, deep in thought as you continued. “We miss you. The other day I started wondering if Phoebe still needed Pampers.”
She sat back wherever she was sitting. “It hasn’t been that long.”
“It feels like it! When you’re as old as we are, a day feels like a year.”
“Today has been quite a year,” Egon affirms at your side.
You sat forward on the little couch. “Even Dad agrees. He’s too shy to say, but he always wants to ask you for pictures. But he’s scared you’ll find it annoying.” Egon didn’t seem to be embarrassed, wanting to see the rest of his family as much as you did.
Callie spoke up then, eyebrows high. “I’ll send you pictures, Dad. Mom, I’ll…I’ll think about it, ok?” You’d take that, for now. Soon, Trevor appeared, waving at you both. 
You left Egon to have his time with the teenager. From the other room, you got snippets about a car show, some new friends he’d been making, a cut he got from trying to shave his legs- which was a little interesting. You can remember the first time he had held Trevor. The newborn was just happy to be alive, so awake for only being a few hours old. He took interest in everything Egon had to say, eyeing the shiny buttons of his shirt, the reflective frames of his glasses. In the private of the hospital room Callie was fast asleep in, he revealed to you that he was excited to watch a little boy in his family grow up the opposite in which he did: being allowed to play, get dirty, make mistakes.
It wasn’t until Trevor wondered aloud where you were that you peeked your head around the corner. After switching out with Egon, you settled into his warm spot on the sofa, tea in hand.
“Hi, grandma!” 
“Hi, Trevor. I see the leak was in your room.”
“Yeah, it’s okay. We have buckets.”
You smiled at that, chatting about more things- the show you were watching together, a recipe he was demanding you try, drama in school, before you remembered something. “We saw Lucky today. When was the last time you talked?” you gently probed.
Trevor brightened, if not reddened. “Last night. School ends later for us here so,” he swallowed. “But we’ve been able to talk every night.”
Your eyebrows rose. “Everynight’s an improvement.”
He waved you off. “It’s not that big of a deal.” His expression grew far away. “Is it that big of a deal?”
“She’s been asking when you’ll be back. Maybe you won’t miss her birthday this year.”
Trevor sat up straighter, so fast he knocked his knees against the underside of his desk. He didn’t seem to notice, while you winced on the other end of the phone. You asked if he was alright, but he was too deep in his head to notice. “Oh man, really? I got her a gift. Or a couple of gifts. I was gonna send it in the mail.”
You smiled knowingly. “More reasons to come here. Actions speak louder than words.” Trevor looked doubtful, brow creased a bit.
“What if she doesn’t like it? Like: ‘ohhh thank you Trevor, but that’s super weird. I’m getting a car but I can put the stuffed bear in the backseat’.” He must’ve gotten his anxiety from Egon- he sounded exactly like him in the days leading up to you being asked out. Or so Ray tells you.
“No chance. Every girl would like a gift from her boyfriend.” you shook your head.
Trevor looked at least a bit hopeful. “But, we’re not dating-”
“Mom said to let me on.”
You let Egon have a minute with Phoebe. They always had a special connection- there was no need for anyone to say anything because it was so clear. Trevor gave them their space, and you did too, and it was all okay because he’d been your little guy since birth, literally attached to your leg whenever he had the chance to hang out with you. And Phoebe holed up with her grandfather in his makeshift lab, learning and talking about anything they each had to offer. They really were cut from the same cloth, it was only natural. You can remember her delivery, too. The entire day was hard- feverish three year old, busy hospital, unhelpful and soon to be ex husband. Callie had to pretty much bargain for medical attention in the sterile room as her contractions got worse, let alone to get an epidural. Such an angry start in the world. But when she came, she was so peaceful, not even crying when she was brought out into the cold air. Precious is what you regarded it as, weird was the word buzzed around between NICU nurses. 
For the second time, in the dark of a hospital room while Trevor slept in his shirt, Egon barely whispered that, “she’s already different.” You knew exactly what he meant- and it was nowhere near bad. She was like him.
Phoebe’s room was messy as ever, but it was an organized mess. “Hi, grandma,” she greeted.
“Hi, Phebes,” you saw something round and white in her hands, “what’s that?”
She lifted it to the camera, fairly nonchalantly. “Our ac. He switched it off so I’m trying to jailbreak it.” Ah.
“When can we come back?” she added, clearly having thought about visiting a lot more than usual.
“Any time. You just have to convince your mom. Chicago’s getting boring?” 
Her eyebrows twitched once, the way Egon always does. “In the summer. And, if something happens to our house while we’re gone, the landlord’s responsible. Not us.” she explained.
That’s your granddaughter. “Smart girl.” You paused, noticing something different about her but not being able to place it. “Did you…get new frames?”
Phoebe paused in turn, pushing them up. “Are they bad?” she asked, brows knitted slightly. “I didn’t want to change them, but Mom made me.”
You smiled, “They look great. But, uh, what’s the difference?”
“These hinges are silver. The old hinges were nickel.”
That was definitely your granddaughter. Eccentric, in her own, special way.
Soon, Callie needed her phone back. As you all said your goodbyes, something popped into your mind before you reminded Phoebe that you saw Podcast and he wants her to call him back so they can play their game.
Phoebe scowled over her brother’s shoulder. “I’m banned. Tell him we have to find something else.”
Every time your family called, Egon happened to remember that the iPad had a game or two on it, and he was occupied until it was time to chorale him into bed. You waited patiently as he put it to charge, ready to be forgotten about for a while, and nuzzled into his chest when he returned to you. His sleeping clothes were always worn, but they always filled you with the familiar scent of him which you were much too happy never washed out. 
“Did you have fun?” you asked into the fabric of his shirt. Sure, it was a long and hard battle to condition him out of a gown and sleeping cap in the early days of your relationship, but you’d take what he give you.
He hummed in response. “Level 2801 on Candy Crush today.”
“One higher than Winston.” you gazed in the darkness at a familiar spot by the door, cracked ajar. Callie would wait for you both, as soon as she could toddle out of her bed and needed someone with her when she used the bathroom, or to console her after a bad dream. As she got older, it’s where she brought you both coffee on special mornings, and bounced on her heels waiting for approval to take the car. Callie’s spot. Perfectly between both of your pillows, if you drew a straight line, run a little ragged by bare feet, sneakers, and slippers. “What else?”
“Peter took something from my farm, so I put him and his dogs underground.”
You shut your eyes, though still enjoying your sleepy conversation. “That’s not very good conflict resolution.” He was quiet, and you assumed he had dozed off, you in his arms, until there was a tugging at your earlobe.
“What?”
“Earrings.”
“Thank you, Egon.” Your old man. This was a much smaller life than Times Square, Central Park, Ghostbusters. But it was your small life, with your larger-than-life husband, and you really wouldn’t have it any other way.
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sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns · 6 months ago
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Trevor Spengler X Scarlet Witch!Reader (this is just an idea you can use it if you want to!)
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Summary 1: Ghostbusters: Afterlife
Summary 2: Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire
Describing the Plot 1 (ghostbusters: afterlife): the plot will follow ghostbusters afterlife, you have the scarlet witch outfit from Wanda vision, Trevor learns about his grandfathers legacy while you learn about your dark Destiny…and more about your powers and…the darkhold
Describing the Plot 2 (Ghostbusters: afterlife): the plot will follow ghostbusters frozen empire, you have the scarlet witch outfit from multiverse of madness, you have been becoming something else since you found the Darkhold…it’s starting to corrupt you…and Trevor notices eventually…and he’s horrified by what it has done to you…
Possible Sneak peak you could use for this:
“It’s not garraka you have to fear it’s the scarlet witch.” -Scarlet witch y/n
“it is my destiny to destroy the world.” -Scarlet witch y/n
“No it’s not and it doesn’t have to be! Please stop this!.” -Trevor
“there is no y/n…I’m the scarlet witch.” -Scarlet witch y/n
“I-Im not a monster.” -y/n Maximoff
“Trevor y/n is gone all that’s left is the scarlet witch.” -phoebe
“How do you know that?!…y/n is still in there I know it!.” -Trevor
“And despite your hypocrisy’s and insults I begged you to simply get out of my way.” -Scarlet witch y/n
“is their mother still alive?…..good there will be some one left to raise them…” -Scarlet witch y/n
“I love you y/n please…come back to me.” -Trevor
“We need to get y/n back.” -Trevor
(A/N: Hi hope you love this and it inspires you can use this idea on Wattpad or just here on tumblr if you wanted to…just a suggestion. If you want to see my other posts you can!…YOUR WELCOME! :)
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monzabee · 28 days ago
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short n' sweet (social media au) - op81
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Summary: The one where in an attempt to figure out who Y/N is dating, the internet come up with theories only to realise she is dating none other than Oscar Piastri and chaos ensues.
Pairing: oscar piastri x pop star!reader (model used: sabrina carpenter) (and domingooo)
Warnings: cursing (i think), sabrina carpenter is horny but it's okay we ride with it, feat the internet being the internet, i have a big fat crush on mercello hernandez so you have been warned
Auhtor note: came all this way, had to explain, direct from @percervall; mar this one is for you, i haven't had this much fun in a long time so thank you for indulging my brainrot and excitement😭🫶
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.
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yourusername: toto, i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore. short'n sweet cumming to a city near you! first stop: columbus, ohio
user: bro just give me ONE chance
user: SHE'S GORGEOUS ❤️❤️❤️❤️
user: te amo diva
user: don't know if i wanna be with her or i wanna be her
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user: see you tomorrow pookie
user: cant wait to see u 🫶🏼✨🤍
user: she’s the sweetest & shortest 💋
user: it’s Y/N's world and we’re just living in it😭🤍🤍💋💋💋
user: is he talking about TOTO FUCKING WOLFF??
user: why is f1 everywhere, no she isn't😭
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caption: bed chem from opening night!!
user: that mic is ON! ✨
user: I LOVE THIS DIVA!!
user: watching this isn’t enough, I have to be there
user: I need that bed.. NEOWWW
user: SHE BETTER BRING THE DAMN TOUR TO AUSTRALIA CAUSE THE FOMO IS CRAZY
user: oh i think she'll be bringing the tour to australia alright
user: what does that mean??
user: what do you know!!
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caption: YO I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING BUT SHORT N' SWEET TOUR IS THAT GIRL!!
user: 'have you ever tried this one?' ugh her mind😭
user: IS THIS THE NEW NONESENSE OUTRO FOR THIS TOUR I NEED TO KNOW
user: i can't take my eyes off this, i've been staring at it for the past five minutes!
user: okay diva we see you👀
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yourusername: hello l.a., are you ready to wrap it up?
user: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
user: okay who is he and why is he lurking in my diva's likes?
user: MY QUEEN (me typing this while listening to espresso 👀)
user: just a girl living life and making everyone fall in love with her
user: i’m 26 and AFRAID of Y/N Y/LN
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user: the caption and the last pic with the kittens the vibes don't match i love you😭
yourusername: stoppp, i diee
user: how is this tour like halfway over ????? second leg of tour maybe???? 😭
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caption: have you ever tried this one?
user: i don't know how she keeps coming up with these
user: imagine having this much freak, i wouldn't be able to leave my house
user: am i the only one who is excited for the last three shows in la??
user: her boyfriend is one lucky guy that's for sure
user: she has a boyfriend??
user: girl who do you think the guy in the white jacket and the thick accent is?
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caption: omg guys😭😭 domingo is here😭😭
user: CAME ALLL THIS WAAY HAD TO EXPLAAAIN
user: deerect from domingoo
user: okay hear me out... mercello and Y/N??
user: noooo, this crossover is actually too insane i can't handle it
user: look at how he's looking at her bro's down bad😭
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caption: WE'VE LOST HER TO DOMINGO GUYS
user: somebody call kyle and tell him the good news😭
user: who's kyle?
user: omg do you live under a rock or something?
user: am i the only one who thinks they are not dating?
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yourusername: LA night 2 ♥️💋 second locationnnn maybe he’s biiii!!! see you tonight for our last show of the US leg :’) how the hell
user: God bless your Dad’s genetics, Domingo
user: OMG DOMINGOOO… “NOW SHES WITH A HOT GUY BUT HE LOOKS GAY, HEARD HIS NAMES DOMINGO”
user: DOMINGO IS CHEATING ON KELSEY
user: no hate to domingo, but oscar jack piastri liked this post under 1 minute😭😭
user: i think we've established that she is probably dating marcello, please stop with the delulu
user: Y/N IM HERE👹
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user: marcelo hernandez had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever… and he did
user: the budget for this tour is insane… feels like a literal broadway production
user: came all this way, let her explain deeerect from LA
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yourusername: date night but make it our way tagged: oscarpiastri
user: i'm sorrryyyy, but the dress is giving andie andersonn
yourusername: princess sophia is having some fun tonightt
user: this is still the most mind boggling couple ever BUT YOU LOOK GOOD THO
user: i'm so normal about this, i am sooooo normal about this
user: it's giving ross from friends and i am here for it
user: the best hard launch in the history of hard launches
oscarpiastri: great show, even better after party
yourusername: why did i know you were going to comment this
oscarpiastri: i'm literally sitting right next to you and you saw me type it
user: unhinged gf x calm bf duo is superior and this is the biggest proof ever
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marcellohdz: but what about domingo...
yourusername: i'm sorry domingo...
user: but is mark webber still alive, MARK ARE YOU THERE
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oscarpiastri: came all this way, had to explain... tagged: yourusername
yourusername: 100% recommend, 5-star service
oscarpiastri: 😐
yourusername: 🥰
user: mister oscar jack piastri god bless your dad's genetics indeed
user: world class driving, world class relationship reveal
landonorris: okay but do we get free concert tickets ooor?
oscarpiastri: 😐
yourusername: of course!
user: this is actually so cute i'm going to throw up
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user: have you ever tried this one just took a whole other meaning
user: wait, are we going to see them together in las vegas??
user: the hard launching is insaneee
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julianalvarez9 · 2 years ago
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el clásico / pedri
req: hi! could you please write or do a social media au of Pedri which the reader is an F1 driver and her brother is carlos sainz of her father is Fernando Alonso (they are know Madrid fans) them giving pedri a little bit of a hard time (in a funny way) and the whole grid be like overprotective cause she like their baby sis and the Barcelona players tease pedri about their relationship.
author's note: this is so long and probably feels so disorganized i'm sorry 😭 hope you like it either way!!!
pairing: pedri x sainz!reader
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name_sainz cuando te despiertas con 55 llamadas perdidas de tu hermano 😄👍🏻 (when you wake up with 55 missed calls from your brother)
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user1 SO IT'S TRUE????
carlossainz55 vas a contestar ahora? (will you aswer me now?)
charles_leclerc you can hide behind me next time you see him name_sainz 😂
carlossainz55 don't back her off now man 🤬
user2 imagine your whole family being madridista and then you go and date a barcelona player 😂
user3 c'mon name_sainz bellingham's right here 😮‍💨
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pedri gran partido hoy, +3! (great game today, +3)
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user1 didn't expect to see y/n in the likes 😂 isn't she fan of the team that lost?
user4 maybe she has converted 🙏🏻
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name_sainz haciendo mi vida dificil 😮‍💨 (making my life difficult)
pedri cumplirás? (will you fulfill it?)
user2 FULFILL WHAT
user3 maybe they had a bet 🙏🏻
name_sainz veremos 👀 (we'll see)
pablogavi buena suerte en la cena familiar 😂 (good luck at family dinner)
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pedri vamos españa!! 🇪🇸
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user1 CARLOS IN THE LIKES FLR THE FIRST TIMEEEE
user2 he's spaniard ofc he'll like the post of a player that represents his country 😂
user3 NO NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND this is huge!!!!!
name_sainz te queda bien el blanco 🤭 (you look good in white)
pablogavi veo lo que haces 🧐 (i see what you're doing)
name_sainz perdón pablito, tenía que intentar 🥲 (sorry pablito, i had to try)
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name_sainz day off before the madness that is racing at home for the first time 🥹🤍
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pedri ❤️
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charles_leclerc little sainz is in love 🥰
user1 charles braver than the marines for supporting them
user2 carlos will have to approve them someday 😂 she's not 10
carlossainz55 "no puedo ir, tengo planes" ("can't go, i have plans")
name_sainz era cierto ? (it was true ?)
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name_sainz pole el sábado y después podio el domingo? soñaba con días así. gracias a todos 🥹🤍 (pole on saturday and then podium on sunday? dreamed of days like these. thank you all)
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user1 in the weekend where pedri goes to see her? 🥹🥹🥹 they're so cute
user2 not everything is about pedriyn 🙄
charles_sainz where's the post for your lucky charm?
name_sainz i'm not pierregasly 😂
pierregasly that was rude 🤬
pedri ❤️ fuiste increíble (you were amazing)
name_sainz 🤍🤍
carlossainz55 merecido, pequeña ❤️ (deserved, little one)
name_sainz te amo hermanito 🤍🤍🤍🤍 (love you brother)
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f1 Football stars ❤️ F1
joaofelix79, benchillwell, masonmount and pedri, all enjoyed the action in Barcelona #Formula1 #SpanishGP
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user1 one of these is not like the others
user2 one went to support the better team 😋
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user3 all of them liking that comments bc it's dissing redbull 😂
user4 pedriyn thriving rn 🥹 he went to see her
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obxsummer · 2 years ago
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Lean on Me // JJ Maybank
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pairing: jj maybank x neutral!reader
summary: as much as you love being the go-to person for your friends, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. all it takes is a shitty week and an argument with your boyfriend for your strong exterior to break.
warnings: angst, arguments, brief wound description
a/n: i lowkey hate this bc it didn’t turn out how i intended but whatever. enjoy!
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The Outer Banks was lucky to have you. That’s what JJ would say within a heartbeat. He knew there were a lot of deserving people amongst his friends, but man, you were way too good for the Pogue life. He owed you so much in the year and a half that the two of you had been dating. You were his rock against all odds, between his shitty dad and the raising anxiety in his chest after almost losing John B, you kept him grounded.
JJ loved watching you interact with your friends at the current kegger on the beach. You were so gentle and weaved your way along them them like it was second nature. The smile on your face was addicting, you seemed so carefree under the glow of the bonfire. The summer air, warm on your bare skin.
“Hey there, handsome.” You plopped on the log next to JJ, elbow nudging him gently as you made yourself comfortable. “You okay?”
JJ could really only force a nod and pushed a smile onto his face. He leaned close to press a kiss on your temple and let his arm fall around you shoulders. “Just love you, a lot.”
You were a little shocked at his outward affection but smiled nonetheless. “Love you too. A lot.”
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You fell into a caregiver role naturally. Growing up, you had to learn how to take care of yourself first and foremost and when you did enough of that, you went for those around you. The broken bits of your upbringing reinforced your selflessness but increased a lot of anxiety and stress at a young age. You tried to never let it get to you, and if it ever did, you handled it in private.
Your friends adored you in every way possible. You were always there when they needed you - a reassuring rock to lean on at any moment. You were the best listener and always gave such great advice and the best hugs. Your overall presence could comfort a room without any words. They were internally grateful for everything you did.
It was very rare the Pogues saw you lose your cool, but in all honesty, this week was creeping up on you. Tensions were on the rise with the investigation of the Cross of Santo Domingo, and as much as you loved your friends, you were growing exhausted. You missed the way life was before the gold, when you would all just mess around without any worry while doing stupid teenager things. Your anxiety was growing and it felt like you would break at any sudden noise. You knew you needed some space, maybe a good cry if it came to it, but there was a lot going on right now.
“Y/N, hey!” John B came barrelling through the door with a burst of energy. You winced at the loud noise but forced a smile regardless.  “Are you able to make a quick grocery run really quick? You can take the Twinkie. We just need some basics.”
You had just settled down on the couch and wanted nothing more than to lay there in silence. “Yeah, yeah sure!” Pushing yourself off the couch, you grabbed your own keys from the table, opting to just drive yourself in hopes that it would lessen your stress. “Just text me a list!”
The day didn’t seem to ease up as the grocery store was packed, not to mention one of the bags ripped and spilled chips and yogurt across the parking lot. You managed to keep it cool until you were back in the safety of your car, letting a few tears slip before taking a deep breath and moving on.
After loading everything into John B’s kitchen, you set to work prepping dinner knowing everyone could use a home cooked meal and some quality time together. Shoving a pack of beers and a few wine coolers into the fridge for later, you decided spaghetti and meatballs sounded entertaining enough. Putting a pot of water on for the noodles, you managed to find some garlic bread in the freezer to heat up too.
The chaotic noise of your friends soon filled the room, lots of laughing and conversation filling the suffocating silence. “There you are!” JJ’s voice overtook the others as he came sliding towards you. You smiled at the motion, letting him wrap his arms around you as you stirred the noodles ahead of you.
“Hi,” You murmured, leaning back against him in comfort for a second to press a kiss on his lips before he disappeared right after. The beer was soon discovered, Sarah grabbing a seltzer and kissing your cheek in thanks before joining the rest of the crew on the patio. 
Normally, you didn’t mind them having fun while you busied yourself with something for them. It just felt like the pressure in your chest was building and you didn’t know how to slow it down.
Opting for a cup of water in hopes that it would help, you started grabbing dishes from the cabinets. One of the glass cups slipped past your fingers, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as it shattered against the worn hardwood floor. You stepped back in shock and managed to land right on a shard of broken glass, slicing through the skin of your foot in a second.
“Shit!” Being a bit more cautious, you avoided as much glass as possible and grabbed a wet paper towel to handle your foot. Admitting defeat, you sat on the ground and tried to slow the bleeding.
“Hey, babe? Food ready?” JJ slammed the screen shut behind him as he entered the room. Eyes scanned the room for a moment before he realized you weren’t in the kitchen. “Babe?”
You winced at the harsh cut in your skin and put pressure on it. “Down here.” JJ’s face came into view seconds later, taking in the scene of you on the floor.
“Hi, hey.” He carefully avoided the glass, although his boots could withstand some damage, and made his way over to you. “Let me grab something.” He returned shortly after with a hodgepodge of supplies from John B’s cabinet in hopes that some of it would work.
You took some peroxide and gauze from him before cleaning the scrape. “Thanks, J.”
JJ busied himself with cleaning up the broken glass while you did your best to stop the bleeding. He watched you for a moment, concerned about your lack of reaction. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, refusing to look at him because you knew you were holding on by a thread. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault and you felt bad for making them think that - if they even did. Grabbing some gauze, you laid it across the scrape before wrapping your foot and taping it off as a temporary fix. “Dinner’s almost ready if you want to get everyone.”
Everything seemed to move smoothly. Dinner was great, all of you laughing and joking around with some delicious food. The summer air was warm and the sound of crickets chirping was calming. You had hopes that this was just a momentary flicker of weakness and you’d be fine before bed tonight.
Sarah joined you in the kitchen to tackle cleaning dishes. “So, Y/N… are you joining Kie and I for our vacation weekend whenever life blows over?”
A question you’d heard many times before. Kie and Sarah had been joking for a while now about a getaway weekend since all the three of you did was spend time with your significant others. Of course, it was always pushed back for the chaos of your lives and would probably never happen, but it was a comforting question nonetheless.
You laughed in response, nudging her gently as soap splashed from the sink. “You know I’d be there in a heartbeat, Miss Cameron.”
“What trip?”
You turned to glance at JJ, the smile not leaving your face as you stacked the plate in the strainer. “Nothing. We’re just joking.”
JJ obviously had lost his fun mood and stared at you with an incredulous face. “You’re going on a trip out of OBX? When?”
Tossing the towel on the counter, you moved to fully face JJ. “J, I’m serious, we’re just-” You didn’t get a chance to explain before someone interrupted you.
“You’re leaving?” John B’s voice came in next, looking at his girlfriend with a goofy smile. “Do I finally get a weekend to myself?”
You shook your head aggressively, not suspecting the sudden third degree. “No, we’re not leaving and no, you don’t get a weekend to yourself. JJ, what’s going on?”
You didn’t know what had been set off in him, but this was not the same JJ that pulled you into his side five minutes ago and held you like no other. JJ aggressively ran his hands through his hair. “I just don’t understand why you’re hiding things from me.”
“Excuse me?” Your shoulders tensed at the tone of his voice, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. “I’m not hiding anything!”
JJ tossed his hand out. “First, you won’t tell me what’s wrong and now you’re jumping on vacation when we have some serious shit going on here? What the hell, Y/N.”
“JJ, nothing’s wrong! And we aren’t going right now, John B and Sarah literally just got back and we have the cross to look for.” You put your hands on your hips. “Why are you starting an argument with me over a joke? That’s so unlike you.”
“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me!” His voice rattled around you. Your friends were quick to seclude to the pullout and create their own conversation to give you space. “You’re so busy fucking taking care of everyone else that I barely see you anymore, and when I do, you barely talk to me!”
Shaking your head you didn’t break eye contact with him. You had no idea where this change of heart was coming from, but you were already on a thin sheet of ice today and knew you couldn’t argue with him all night. “JJ, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here literally-”
“I’m talking about the fact that you’re not here for me. If you’re going to leave me, Y/N, just fucking do it. Rip the bandaid off. I don’t need you to linger and make it hurt worse.”
“You know what JJ… you’re right.” You folded your arms across your chest as tears burned in your eyes. You weren’t fighting over this, not with him. “You’re right. Don’t know why I even bothered. Sorry for trying.”
You left the words in the air and brushed past him, trying your best to walk on your injury. A heavy sob broke rattled through you as soon as you made it out of the Chateau. Your chest burned with pressure, unable to let enough emotions out at one time. You needed to stop doing this.
Climbing in the car, you slammed the door shut and immediately curled into yourself. You tried so hard to keep everyone happy. You did everything you could to keep your friends, your family together as much as possible. Always putting everyone first, never saying no if you could help it. Everything you did was for everyone else and it still wasn’t enough. You wouldn’t ever be enough.
Back in the Chateau, JJ knew he fucked up. When the screen door slammed shut behind you, he let out a loud groan and slammed his head against the counter. “Okay,” Kie was up in a second and pulled him away from the possibility of sharp objects. “Let’s not give yourself a concussion now.”
“I fucked up,” JJ whispered as he dropped to the floor and covered his face with his hands. “I fucked up so bad.”
Pope let out a scoff. “Really? I didn’t think so,” He answered sarcastically. “Seemed like such a loving conversation.”
JJ didn’t have the energy to glare at his friend. “I just… Dad got in my head earlier and I totally just reacted instead of talking it out.” He knew he shouldn’t have stopped at the house, but he knew even more to never listen to what his dad had to say about him.
“You don’t need to tell us,” Sarah tried to guide him as best as possible. “I’ve never seen Y/N that close to tears, in all honesty.”
JJ pulled himself off the ground and peeked out the window to see your headlights still shining across the grass. He surprisingly avoided eating shit on the rug and took off outside, scrambling to talk to you.
Your vision was blurry as you tried to blink tears from your eyes. You couldn’t even bring yourself to drive home, knowing it would be too difficult with everything going on right now. The whole argument was more dramatic than you intended for it to be, and maybe if you weren’t already upset, you would’ve just walked away instead of yelling back.
Your car door was suddenly ripped open as you flinched away in shock. JJ’s form appeared a second later, his heart dropping at the sight of you so upset. He took a moment, observing the rapid movement of your chest and your tear-stained cheeks. He could curse himself a million times over for doing this to you.
“Babe, you gotta breathe,” JJ’s voice was gentle as he moved your seat back so he could get closer. He knew the telltale signs of a panic attack a little too well.
You let your head relax against the headrest and forced yourself to take a deep breath. It was shaky, but it was enough to start calming your racing head down. When you were young, you were taught to never show weakness in front of anyone, no matter how bad it got. You hated that JJ was seeing you like this…vulnerable, weak.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tears of his own were building in his eyes. He hated to see you in any pain, but knowing he was the cause of it was even worse. He rarely ever saw you cry. “I saw my dad earlier a-and I took it out on you what he said… Y/N, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Your voice cracked as you looked away from him in an attempt to break eye-contact.
JJ’s fingers were gentle as they turned your gaze back on him. “No, it’s not. What I said in there, it’s not true. You do so much. For me, for our friends. We don’t deserve you, not one bit. You never expect a thank you, never ask for anything. I am so grateful, I’m so so lucky, to have you in my life. Don’t ever think differently, please. Even if it comes out of my own mouth. We all know I can be pretty dumb every now and then.”
“Don’t say that,” You whispered. You hated when he talked down on himself like that.
“See, proving my point. I hurt your feelings and you’re still being nice to me even if I don’t deserve it,” He countered. JJ reached over to turn your car off and took your hand to guide you out. “Come on, let’s get some ice cream and I’ll make it up to you.”
Sniffling, you climbed out with his help and let him close the door behind you before wrapping you into a hug. Another shaky breath escaped your lips as you clung to him, letting him hold you tightly until you could catch your breath and calm down fully. You were so grateful for JJ and his bubbly energy. Sometimes, it was hard to keep up with their busy lifestyle but you wouldn’t change it for the world. As long as you had your chaotic boyfriend with you at the end of the day, everything would be fine.
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genocidehim · 2 years ago
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Ojos así (Tuco Salamanca x dealer!Reader)
Just two idiots thinking they can be drug dealers. Domingo isn't exactly a good role model, but money is convincing enough. If it weren't for your boss, everything would be fine.
notes: one-shot, use of pronouns she/her. words: 1118
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In the last five years, your life has taken so many turns that what you're experiencing doesn't even feel real. Recently, you started university, but the money you have is not enough to maintain a decent standard of living, especially when your parents are living in a very difficult economic situation.
You had started working at Tampico Furniture a year ago and were lucky enough to become close friends with Domingo Molina and his father, the owner of the furniture store. Although the salary was decent, it did not fully cover the expenses of your life. You mentioned this to Domingo one afternoon while they were having lunch together, and he mentioned that his friend knew someone who knew another person who was offering a job that paid a lot of money, something you could verify when Domingo once showed you a large stack of bills while you were eating reheated nuggets with cold rice. You could hardly believe it at that moment. However, it was not a job that could be done easily, much less something that was moral. You didn't know how a young man like Domingo could be involved in a drug distribution network. Was it necessary to question that? It was the least expected thing you would learn about him, but even if it was problematic, your morals were capable of turning a blind eye and even contributing to it if it meant being able to have a higher extra income to cover your needs. This is how you ended up caught up in this shit as a small drug dealer, a role you could play with discretion because your "good girl" profile didn't raise suspicions. The police wouldn't be able to keep an eye on you when you looked like a little puppy about to run away with its tail between its legs all the time, or at least that's what you tried to convey and you were doing a good job of it. Domingo and you were good at your job, and you even received a compliment from your boss Nacho once, a tough-looking guy with broad shoulders who didn't seem opposed to the idea of having a woman selling his merchandise.
Although Domingo usually took care of delivering the money to your boss, that day he had asked you to accompany him. You didn't understand why until you met him at that Mexican restaurant.
Domingo and you were sitting at one end of the cold plastic table, while on the other side were Nacho and a slightly stockier man with a killer gaze who didn't take his eyes off them as soon as they entered the place.
It was a ridiculous situation in the eyes of this man, watching two kids come in through the tinkling door while wearing the same uniform with a horrible green color and the most pathetic looks of fear he had ever seen. Tuco, that was the name Nacho revealed to you when they introduced themselves before sitting down. The man remained silent throughout the whole ordeal while Domingo trembled as he took the money with his shaking hands and placed it on the table for the two of them to count. You could see how Tuco was the first to count the money, observing how his large hands carefully sorted through the bills while his dark gaze lingered on the money, Domingo, and you. He took longer pauses to look directly into your eyes without a clear intention.
In the face of his hard gaze, Tuco only saw two trembling children seeking comfort in Nacho, who seemed totally indifferent and only concerned himself with rolling up the money to put it away. He also noticed how Tuco seemed somewhat more curious than usual, with a less accusatory and more curious look.
Genuinely, he was somewhat surprised. When Nacho told him that there was a girl working for them, he laughed with contempt and imagined that she would be another junkie in need of money who would sell anything to get some fix. But seeing you there, timid and trembling, made something twist inside of him. At the end of the day, he was just a man and he could admit that he found you somewhat attractive. The first thing he noticed was your fresh perfume scent. Had you dressed up to see them? It was a tender gesture, even with that horrible uniform, he could tell that you were attractive to the eye. And your eyes.
That was the first thing he tried to decipher when you sat right in front of him. Your small eyes looked at him with terror and he found it fascinating. He normally didn't scare girls, or at least not "his girls" who looked at him with desire and a certain playfulness.
And then there was you, with your nervous gaze that shifted between Nacho, Domingo, and him.
Tuco began to feel uncomfortable when an idea formed in his head, and that was that he wanted you to look at him with more attention, to leave the man beside you and only have eyes for him. Only for him.
"Tuco" Nacho's demanding voice snapped him out of his mental trance.
Although he continued to maintain his gaze on you, you could tell how his shoulders relaxed and his back leaned back. Hoping that this intense gaze exchange would end before you fell apart from nerves.
The whole situation felt dangerous from your point of view, well, from everyone's point of view except Tuco's.
For some reason, you were filled with true terror that paralyzed you and made you swallow hard until Nacho decided to end your torture.
"Okay... Go."
It was the first time you heard Tuco's voice and you almost trembled. It was ridiculous how much power he had over you without even trying. When you received approval, you and Domingo sighed in relief and said polite goodbyes, almost as if you were twin siblings acting in sync. Very ridiculous.
"See you next week, Tuco" Domingo said in a more confident tone accompanied by a nervous smile, which you decided to imitate.
"Nacho" you said your superior's name as a farewell and last words before following Domingo out with a forced nervous smile, which Tuco would notice instantly.
He allowed himself to be bold and watched you walk away, confirming his theory that the horrible uniform looked better on you. He even found it adorable how your voice trembled when you said the other guy's name, something he would regret because he wished to hear his name coming out of your lips, and now this became personal.
Domingo was just happy not to be the intimidated one this week.
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This will probably become a series of Tuco x dealer!Reader one-shots because I have fallen in love with this dynamic aaaaaaa
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rainynightmoonlight · 5 months ago
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🦾. My Final Destination | Cyberpunk Edgerunners x Male Reader
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The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: My Final Destination | You are Here
Chapter 1: GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY!
Chapter 2: Yesterday's body count lottery rounded out to a solid 'n' sturdy thirty! | TBW
Chapter 3: Ten outta Heywood - thanks to the unabated gang wars! | TBW
Chapter 4: One officer down, so I guess you are all screwed. | TBW
Chapter 5: 'Cause the NCPD will not let that go. | TBW
Chapter 6: Got another blackout in Santo Domingo. | TBW
Chapter 7: Netrunners are at it again, pokin' holes in the power grid. | TBW
Chapter 8: In Westbrook, Trauma Team's scrapin' cyberpsycho victims off the pavement. | TBW
Chapter 9: And in Pacifica... Well... Pacifica is still Pacifica. | TBW
Chapter 10: This has been your man, Stan. Join me in another day in our City of Dreams! | TBW
Chapter 11: Cause I really Wanna Stay at Your House | TBW
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Night city. A city of dreams. A city of tech. A city of advancements. Only the rich get what they want and the rest of the normal people live in dirty slums, barely scraping by for eddies. Y/n was lucky to be born rich. That's what people would tell him. But the experiments done on him day in and day out were hell. His family wasn't his family. He was treated like property. Something made to make money and be used. He was raised to be strong. Raised to be strong. A mix of chrome and net. A net runner and a fighter. Military grade cyberware to boot. Who wouldn't want him on their side?
WARNING: , Murder, Weapons, Death, Suicide, Gore, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Dismemberment, Will add more if needed
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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago
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Platonic Ghostbusters x social media manager! Reader?
oooo hell yeah!! ; thanks for requesting and I hope u enjoy :)
GHOSTBUSTERS ; social media manager
summary ; you run the official ghostbusters social media platforms
warnings ; language
word count ; 746
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Podcast wanted to run the official Ghostbuster social media's but was quickly turned down at that. They needed someone who could actually be on top of that kind of stuff and whatnot. So, Stanz made a deal with Podcast that they'd get a social media manager, and he could act as their teammate with that, basically. Giving them ideas, giving them video clips and extra details, etcetera.
Most of the others didn't see a real reason for a social media manager, but as long as it wasn't their money.
Trevor offered to just do everything himself, but that was obviously turned down as well. The teens all agreed not to let the adults run the account either. They didn't need millennial - Gen X / Boomer humor flooding the whole account and making them look bad.
And that's where you came in.
surprisingly, Pheobe was the one to find you. she's seriously the most chronically offline person ever so the fact she ever opened Instagram was a miracle in itself
lots of talking back and forth and meeting the original four three ghostbusters to get input, then meeting callie & garry and the teenagers
you actually figured out that you used to be friends with Lucky as well, damn
you had managed social media accounts before, but you'd recently quit a few of those because of labor laws being broken so, yknow
you quickly formed a bond with Lucky, Trevor, and Podcast. you were kind of close in age to all three of them and they were all invested in the public image for the brand
setting the Instagram up was genuinely the funnest thing ever
the four of you were chilling in the living room in the firehouse (since sleepover stuff, pheobe was in her room reading) and you had your laptop in your lap and the three of them over your shoulders
the amount of laughing and cackling got some scolding from callie upstairs
it took everything out of you to not make the first post a video of trevor being soaked in Slimer's slime (which had been recorded by Lucky just by coincidence as they were investigating the attic again)
the first three posts, which were pinned, all lined up to be like a banner kind of logo with the theme song in the back, and they all played the same video, clips of the og ghostbusters and how they grew and then the new ghostbusters
the tiktok is its own thing, you allowed trev, lucky, podcast (and pheobe) to run it, but everything had to be ran by you first because pr shit
but thankfully no boomer humor or slang is ever being put on those accounts
most of those people don't even know wtf the internet is anyways lol
stanz has a personal vendetta against you /hj after you posted a .5 of him for relatable promo. he had no idea what you were doing but it was criminal that you made his forehead look so much more bigger than it already was
Winston gives you a bunch of old pics to post to trending angst sounds as well LOL
let's not talk about that tiktok where you, lucky, and trevor dance to/remake submissive and breedable by smosh ft bbno$, okay?
^podcast and pheobe were behind the camera cackling the whole time
lots of random pic posts on the insta as well because why not (most of them are the teens looking awkward, callie, gary & lars trying to look like cool scientists, or venkman, stanz, zeddemore & melnitz being classic, sassy old people)
the socials are never professional whatsoever, it's fun but it's not heavily controversial or obvious that you're there as a pr manager basically or just to manage the socials
like man they don't have the time to look at all the comments, take all the advice, reply to fans, etc
I mean that wage ain't that bad either LMAO
trevor is always bitching about how you make more money than he does /lh
you're not just a representative to them, you're actually family. you're just cool like that
"bro y/n is such a mc I hate them" and you'll reply on your personal w a "says you, reality shifter" or smthn LMAO idfk
always reposting ghostbuster edits / fanart etc because fandom culture 🙏
also I can't get over the fact the ghostbuster theme song is canon now either. yk damn well that shit is plastered everywhere thanks to you 💀
"do the ghostbusters respond??" "stanz said he loves your dog" "HELP HSEIJDLAKE"
10/10 experience
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lowkeyrobin · 8 months ago
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hiii could you do like what sort of gifts the ghostbusters characters would give you???
ooo yeah sure!! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; I made this in the movie theater during the ads before the movie so lol ; civil war was a w film I loved it so much ❗️
GHOSTBUSTERS ; gift giving
includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky
warnings ; language
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TREVOR
if you're interested in something, it's become your whole personality apparently
for example, if you're super into a band/artist, he'll buy all the cds, vinyls and merch he possibly can
where is he getting all this money? idk
best not to question
he's not the biggest gift giver so it's usually saved for a special occasion unless it's flowers
he's always trying to woo you with flowers
God forbid you're allergic, he'll never remember lmfao
PHOEBE
books. so many damn books
she usually just goes off by how much you'd be interested in it by using info on movies and shows and other books you like
she got you into percy jackson
let's be honest she was a pjo/warrior cats/ wings of fire kid in elementary school
she usually saves gifts for dates bc you two rarely go on them
but she's literally the best for book recommendations
apparently she's had Barnes and Noble gift cards laying around? that's how she's paying for them??
the best girlfriend ever
PODCAST
he, over the course of like two years, got you like a whole desk setup. no joke
you're a youtuber now ⁉️
how tf was he even affording that stuff? idk
but he also usually saves gifts for special occasions as well
he does more simple gifts to surprise you and spoil you
he loves the corny flowers and love letters and stuff lol
LUCKY
mostly clothes and gift cards and/or merch of stuff you like
she doesn't want to get you something you won't like so a lot of the time it's just an expensive gift card 😭
she will proudly get you flowers, make a love letter and buy you candy and a plushie for anniversaries or your birthday tho
but as in meant for a surprise gifts, it'll either be a hoodie of a band you like or a gift card to your favorite store/restaurant
she puts a lot of thought into everything she gets you lol
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lowkeyrobin · 8 months ago
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could you do what kind of pets/animals the ghostbusters would get with you please
yeah sure!! ; I apologize if this is super short bc idrk what to put lmfaoooo ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; someone tell me when gbfe will be on digital bc I need new banners already...
GHOSTBUSTERS ; pet palooza
includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; I wrote this with them being older, like living in an apartment together, like long after frozen empire for context lol
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TREVOR
an orange cat & a tuxedo cat
first was the orange cat, he's super cuddly and attached to you at the hip
you guys wanted him to have a friend cause like, he probably gets lonely cause you're either doing shit with your life or ghostbusting when you aren't home with him
then came the tuxedo.
absolute menace holy shit
she tears up EVERYTHING, she's constantly got the zoomies too, and is always fighting with the orange cat 💀💀 (playfully)
trevor thinks it's hilarious
"y/n the cats are fighting again!"
"go buddy! kick her ass!"
literally just WWE with cats in that apartment
PHOEBE
fish
a whole aquarium of little fish
she's in love with skeleton fish (the ones thatre transparent and you can see their bones and stuff)
it's a lot to maintain the tank and not accidently sucking a stray fish into the sink, but it's worth it
then you got some snails as well
lots of egg crushing...
and lots of jokes about egg crushing tiktoks and recording her smashing the eggs
you made an awful decision to put them in a blender, which trevor joked about trying to drink 💀💀💀
PODCAST
a dog
to be fair, she's adorable
she's a german sheppard 🫶🫶
but podcast 100% named her something stupid, and you agreed to it
you go on long walks together anyways, so adding a dog to it was no biggie
it's giving one of those adopt a dog commercials
like soft kind of blurry lighting and slomo clips of people happy with a dog LMFAO
that dog can tackle and he didn't really know until he was tackled to the floor 😭 learned his lesson not to fuck around with treats
LUCKY
hamsters
she seems like a critter rescuer
like you've got all sorts of toys and stuff around your apartment and little tunnels too
(idk shit about hamsters so I apologize if any of this is just straight up wrong, do not take animal advice (if it's not cats) from me LMAO)
she's got a problem with buying hamster toys (and clothes) istg
you've got like 4 hamsters
you guys made them a tiktok page and they have like 10k followers 💀
from stupid skits to soap operas 😭🙏 it's mostly a drama page for hamsters by hamsters
they act like you're just living in their house idtg
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lowkeyrobin · 8 months ago
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hii! what the ghostbusters love languages are, preference thing please?
ooo sure! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy :)
GHOSTBUSTERS ; love languages
includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast, and lucky
warnings ; language
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TREVOR
either quality time or physical touch
he's not the greatest with his words
he just likes spending time with you and soaking in your presence
you're literally the only person who can make him shut up
he gives little spoon vibes...
he just likes spending time with you in any way possible, especially if ur cuddling or just holding hands
it makes him forget about everything bad in his life and shit
like if it's just playing video games, soaking in each other's presence or even ghostbusting, he'll find a way to make it quality time with you
"we're literally just working, trev"
"Yeah, but like, I love you! and I love spending time with you and stuff, like..."
PHOEBE
acts of service
she'll do anything and everything to make you happy
like from simple things to getting you another glass of water or to cleaning your room for you when you're struggling
she doesn't even like cleaning but if it's for/with you, sign her up
she'll happily do anything for you, you don't even have to ask
she's just one of those people who feels like an act of something solidifies her love, no matter how much you tell her that you know she loves you lol
PODCAST
quality time
like trevor, being with you makes him forget about any stress or worry in his life
one of his favorite things with anyone is just spending time with them, so obviously that rubs off 10x as much with you iykwim
LUCKY
you got him an actual video camera for his birthday and he uses it religiously to just film his loved ones
75% of them are just you 💀
he can just soak in your presence so easily and so happily, like just being around you makes him giddy
"whatre you doing, pod?"
"just taking a picture of you"
"why?"
"cause"
words of affirmation
your personal hype-woman
whether it's soft reassurance to hyping you up about something, she's the one in charge of it
you need some confidence? bam! she's there
you need a little help with yourself? boom! she's there lmfao
always reassuring how much she cares about you and how much she loves you
"I love you I love you I love you!!!"
"I love you too!!!!"
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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago
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TREVOR SPENGLER
you make loving fun
ice cubes
dating hcs
lost soul
cover artist
hostile ghost exposure therapy
medium
impression
vehicular manslaughter
date hcs
coming out
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electrik
latin heritage
PHOEBE SPENGLER
dating hcs
spotify
renegade
modern fears
popular
homecoming
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PODCAST
skepticism
i think we're alone now
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LUCKY DOMINGO
none here yet!
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DUOS/TRIOS/GROUPS
spengler siblings ; stepsiblings era
ghostbusters ; social media manager
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lowkeyrobin · 5 months ago
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heyyy!!!! I live 4 ur gb senerios, can I request like a what would a birthday be like, with the ghostbusters x reader, it's like my birthday today, and like this is like my birthday gift ig, lmao, but like I rilly don't mind how late this is, take ur time bae 🫶🫶 no hurry 🤞
#meow #yay #lovegbfe
omg happy birthday!!! hope u had an awesome day! ; and yeah of course!! I tried to make this as long as possible but I hope it's good ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!
GHOSTBUSTERS ; birthday
includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky
warnings ; language
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TREVOR
he's the most celebratory mofo ever
he was a nerd in hs, frat boy in college /j
no he's serious when it comes to birthday parties cause he never got to do anything cool growing up
so he goes ALL OUT
full led lights, cake, and awesome playlist
even if the "party" is just you, him and some friends, who fucking cares it was awesome
lots of songs that he found from the Deadpool soundtracks...
he's so Deadpool I'm sorry
birthday makeout!!
PHOEBE
she does not like big gatherings or parties
but she will throw you a little party cause you deserve it
fairy lights in a tent with some cake and bam
you watch movies most the night (and shit on them)
"who allowed this movie to be made?"
"I have no idea"
she saves up a lot to get you meaningful gifts as well and overthinks it a lot
her mother had to personally attempt to comfort her over it bruh
PODCAST
he's so hyped and it's not even his day
he's so excited for you cause he set up so much shit for you
so many small but meaningful gifts that he used money that he saved up for over a year for
got you a rainbow sprinkle birthday cake from Wal-Mart and got mismatched candles too 🫶🫶
set up colorful birthday stuff all over, streamers, balloons etc
he made you a playlist just for you and he looked over it a trillion times to make sure it was perfect
he's not a huge party person, the adrenaline just gets him going & his overwhelmed with happiness for you and shit
cheesey ass
LUCKY
she's a soft party person if that makes sense
like she made you a cake herself, the music is low but audible, you're surrounded by friends and family in a kitchen etc
she set up a surprise party for you 💔
she dropped a solid 500 dollars for you
she's such a loving person, I feel like gift giving and acts of service like this are her love language
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lowkeyrobin · 5 months ago
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hii its 🫐 anon im back !!!
i was wondering if you could do the ghostbusters x reader who is like TERRIFIED of ghosts and how that would go down tyyy
(ps ur an amazing writer holy shit??? like genuinely how)
omg hi 🫐!! glad ur back! ; and thank you!!! 🫶 ; but yeah ofc, hope you enjoy! thanks for requesting! I haven't seen many gb reqs bc the trend hoppers left lol. I can't believe fe came out so long ago already it's insane to me 💀 I need time to stop asap
GHOSTBUSTERS ; ghostphobia
includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky
warnings ; language
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TREVOR
he doesn't understand
like what are you afraid of...
but then there he goes getting scared of them too 💀
he teases you about it and stuff but it's all lighthearted
he just on instinct shouts (in loud situations) or reassures you it's okay and to not panic
like oh yeah fuck my fear I'll just suck it up?
he just doesn't get it
like yeah he's scared of things but he catches ghosts for a living he's not really scared
PHOEBE
literally mathematically and science-ly explains that ghosts can't hurt you to try and help
reassures that you're safe and that there's no need to worry like she doesn't catch them because they're dangerous
she also doesn't understand why you're so scared but she kinda gets it a bit better than trevor does
will relentlessly apologize if something scares you too bad or something happens to freak you out
PODCAST
genuinley feels so bad and tries to keep you distanced from the ghostbuster stuff
relentlessly apologizes if anything he says or does or if something happens in general with ghosts to freak you out
he tries to not talk about it around you but sometimes he just really wants to talk about it
it's like one of those things you'd rather not think about like the world ending and sometimes he just slips up
he tries to warm you up just to simple things kinda like exposure therapy but he gave up after a while cause it was clear you weren't getting rid of this phobia
understandable
LUCKY
super understanding and will rarely ever bring it up
but sometimes she will just talk about working in the lab minus all the ghost things
she usually comforts and reassures you when you visit her at work and stuff
always has to promise nothing bad is gonna happen
yeah sure like gurraka didn't almost take over the world or anything
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