#trevor and phoebe's faces... do they know

[ollierachnid]

the active devastation on his face, seeing your ex in public-type despondency occurring

[reareaotaku]

headcanons for trevor spengler from ghostbusters??

Hmm... I've never personally seen that movie, but I'm pretty sure I know what/who you're talking about

Not good with jokes. He tries to tell you some and they always land flat [But that might have to do more with him not knowing how to act around you because of his crush]

He lied about his name when you made a joke about how silly the name 'Trevor' was when Phoebe was telling you about the guy she met named Trevor

He gets really awkward around you and stutters over his words

Will come to your job when he knows you're working and be surprised when you're there

"Oh my god, Y/n? You work here? Wow, what a coincidence." [Elbows Phoebe when she almost calls him out on the lie]

"Uh, yeah. My dad owns the restaurant" [He already knew that, but still acts surprised]

Grade A stalker

Phoebe called him out on it and he tells her to shut up or he won't drive her anywhere [She quickly shuts up] [She's a little bit of a stalker herself, but she'd never admit it]

He lied to you about his age, because he freaked out and didn't want you to think he's some loser

Though, you do find out how old he really is when he gets arrested

"Why'd you lie about your age?"

You were more confused than angry about being lied too

"I freaked out"

You're still confused, but you decide not to push it any further

"You know, if you needed a ride, you could of asked. I would have given you a ride."

"You have a car?"

"And a license. Plus an up-to-date registration"

"I've never seen you driving a car-" [How could he not know you drive and have a car?? ]

You blush, looking away from him, because you're kind of embarrassed. "Well... I mean, it's, uh... It's a fixer upper kind of car-"

"So, it's a piece of shit." [He hadn't meant to be rude, it just kind of came out.]

You chuckle, "I prefer fixer upper, but yeah... Kind of. It's a '98 Honda Accord. It's really good on miles." [ You then start to ramble, trying to justify the car, because you felt kind of offended by his comment]

"Yeah!" He interrupts you mid rant, causing you to stop and look at him confused and he continues, "I mean- Yeah, if I need a ride, I'll call you"

"Good. It'd make me feel better knowing you're safe."

He's losing his mind when you say that. You care about his safety??? God, his face is probably red as a tomato

Grows a mustache to try and impress you; Saying he's a 'man'

You just think it's funny and he quickly shaves it

[chewingcyanide]

𝐄𝐌𝐌'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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⇨ upcoming — ???

JH86

જ⁀➴ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( completed ) ( 18 + )

pairing — jack hughes x best friend!f!reader

synopsis — a sunset boat ride with your childhood best friend reveals more than you ever thought it would. based loosely on you are in love by taylor swift.

જ⁀➴ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 ( completed )

pairing — jack hughes x childhood best friend!reader

synopsis — pining over someone is never fun—even less so when they’re your childhood best friend, and dating someone else.

જ⁀➴ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ( completed ) ( part two of second best )

pairing — jack hughes x childhood best friend!reader

synopsis — you have to face jack after finally realizing that it’s an unrequited love; it’ll either spell the start or end of a lifelong friendship.

જ⁀➴ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 '𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ( wip ) ( 18 + )

pairing — jack hughes x ex!f!reader

synopsis — a wedding, an after party, running into your ex after two years; what could go wrong? oh, yeah—everything. based loosely on about you by the 1975.

જ⁀➴ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x childhood best friend!reader

synopsis — receiving an invitation in the mail bearing your long-time crush’s and another’s name would normally be cause to give up and move on. not for jack hughes. he’s determined to win you over, even if he only has six months to do it. based loosely on scott street by phoebe bridgers.

જ⁀➴ 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x zegras!singer!reader

synopsis — a sold out show, glances shared between yourself and your older brother’s best friend leads to an encounter you wouldn’t have expected—and one you can’t forget. based loosely on think later by tate mcrae.

TZ11

જ⁀➴ 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 & 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — trevor zegras x ex!f!reader

synopsis — four months after a messy break up with the anahiem ducks’ finest, you find each other again at a party. only difference? he has a girl on his arm, one who isn’t you. based loosely on i don’t wanna talk (i just wanna dance) by glass animals.

જ⁀➴ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎, 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 ( wip )

pairing — trevor zegras x f!reader ; omc x f!reader ( briefly )

synopsis — you have been best friends with trevor since before you knew what a best friend was. convinced you are in love with him, your current boyfriend makes a scene at the bar, forcing you to consider the possibility that yes, you may have been in love with your best friend. based loosely on say yes to heaven by lana del rey

QH43

જ⁀➴ 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ( wip )

pairing — quinn hughes x ex!f!reader

synopsis — angry and confused following a sudden break up with your long-term boyfriend leads you drunk and miserable at a house party. and who else would play your white knight than your ex-boyfriend, quinn? based loosely on you don’t go to parties by 5sos.

જ⁀➴ 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — quinn hughes x f!reader ; jack hughes x ex!f!reader

synopsis — on-and-off with his brother, quinn has seen every terrible thing jack has done to you. when finally you’ve had enough, the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself; why fuck his best friend, when you can fuck his brother? based loosely on i should’ve fucked your brother by olivia o’brien

જ⁀➴ 𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( 18 + ) ( completed ) ( 400 celly! )

pairing — quinn hughes x f!reader

synopsis — ever since overhearing quinn’s snide remark at you, you’ve been just shy of killing each other whenever in the same room. when halloween comes up and your friend group winds up at a haunted house, you are unfortunately paired with quinn to go through the attraction. together. alone.

MB13

જ⁀➴ '𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄

pairing — mat barzal x f!reader ; trevor zegras x ex!f!reader

synopsis — after breaking up with the man you thought you’d marry, you finally manage to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and offer them to another. only, your budding romance isn’t as secret as you once thought. a meeting on the ice of your past and present brings more than just bruised skin and bloody knuckles: it brings a choice. your now, or your before?

MT19

જ⁀➴ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍, 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇, 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairing — matthew tkachuk x f!reader

synopsis — the swift approach of brady’s wedding leaves matthew with no choice but to ask his neighbor to accompany him as his plus one; a weekend of forced proximity, a one-bed room, and heaps of alcohol—what could go wrong? based loosely on talk fast by 5sos.

JH86

જ⁀➴ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x f!reader

synopsis — a failed marriage would have been worse, had it not resulted in your only son, blake hughes. summer is coming up, and so arrives the deal you’d made with blake’s father, jack—he gets to take him to michigan for two of the three months out of summer. only problem? blake refuses to go with his father, unless you come too. eager to please your son, and not ruin his summer, you agree. will you manage to hold your ground and resist jack, or fall right back into his arms?

part one

part two

part three

???

જ⁀➴ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x fem!reader ; best friend!luke hughes x fem reader ( platonic )

synopsis — from freshman year until now, you’ve buried your feelings for your best friend’s older brother in the shallow grave of your heart. an annual summer trip to the east coast reveals much more than you desired, and begins the knotted love story of yourself and jack hughes.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ( completed )

a summer getaway to the coast unravels more secrets than you’re comfortable sharing; namely, the love you’ve harbored for your best friend’s older brother for nearly five years. based loosely on cruel summer by taylor swift.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ( completed ) ( 18 + )

the second part of breakable heaven, we jump forward to the holiday season, drawing you back home to michigan, and right back into the arms of your first and only love. based loosely on i wish you would by taylor swift.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 ( completed ) ( 18 + )

the third installment of breakable heaven, you find yourself trying your hardest to foster a relationship with jack, all while keeping luke none the wiser. what happens when it all comes out at jack’s birthday celebration? based loosely on dress by taylor swift.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ( completed )

the fourth part of breakable heaven; dealing with the fallout of luke discovering your secret relationship with his older brother, you find yourself pouring over the memories of what was—and trying your hardest to hold onto what is, even as summer rapidly approaches and nothing is certain. based loosely on the very first night by taylor swift.

[algea]

Ghoul School

prompt: you, Lucky, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lars go to investigate a spirit infested school, but ends badly for you.

Ummm basically enemies to lovers?? idrk tbh LOL

warnings: idk scary stuff? cussing! sexual tension! um you smoke 1 cigarette and thats it. GORE!!!!!!!

a/n: I’ve been thinking of this since I saw the movie…

*THIS IS A SUPER LONG STORY!!!*

“A school? Are you serious, Lars?” You mutter, running a hand down your face and sighing.

“I wish. What’s your grudge against a school anyway?” Lars said, cocking an eyebrow at you as he turned to look at you.

“Well I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that kids still go there. It makes me sick how they have to experience that while being in an environment where it’s supposed to be safe and welcoming.” You explain, tapping your fingers nervously on your desk. Behind you, Lars sighed,

“Well that’s why we’re going innit? So stop worrying about it so much.” You snapped your head when heard the door open. In trudged a slime covered Trevor, Lucky, and Phoebe.

“Lars, I need your help with something!” Lucky called. Lars stood and strode to her, his eyes lingered on you for a little longer than they should’ve. Trevor had a proton pack on his back, which was slightly smoking from the interior.

"Piece of shit only fizzed when we tried to turn it on, know a way to fix it?" Trevor asked, gazing up at Lars. Lars' face was stone cold, probably because he had to deal with the dumb shit Trevor stirred up.

"First off, it's not a piece of shit. Second off, did you even try to figure it out?" Lars scoffed, eyebrows drawn together in a scowl.

"Give it to me, I'll see what I can do." He sighed, obviously not wanting to deal with him anymore. Trevor basically shoved the proton pack into Lars’ arms, which didn't waiver when he received it. Hot. You thought. Lars trudged to his station and set the proton pack down. He removed the protective covering, and coughed when smoke blasted in his face. You snickered, which earned an unimpressed glare from him. Lucky appeared beside you, ready to talk about what else you've come up with her to test.

"What is it?" She asked, tinkering with the item on the desk.

"You know how there's buckshot for a shotgun? I've figured out how to compress protons into little pellets and create a buckshot-type stream." You explained, showing her how it would work on a sheet of paper. You heard Lars muttering about something, though you brushed it off. You handed Lucky a few pellets, which contained about 12 rounds of buckshot each. She eagerly shot off into the test room, excited to try it out. With nothing else to do, you shuffled behind Lars, peering over his shoulder to watch his hands work efficiently. Lars really didn't know you were there, truly he didn't. So when he turned around to go get something from his desk, he jumped back.

"Good Christ you scared the shit out of me!" Lars exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest and letting out a big sigh. He shoved his glasses back up his face and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to watch you work..." You trailed off, staring at the ground in embarrassment.

"Well maybe next time maybe fucking keep to yourself." He snapped, brushing past you, his hand grazing yours. You just stood there, hands clenched and cheeks burning in embarrassment. Phoebe stood next to you, putting a hand on your arm and whispering,

"It's ok, really, he doesn't mean it."

You couldn't help the tear that slithered down your cheek. Blinking away the rest of the tears, you muttered an 'excuse me' and walked outside of the lab. Taking a left, you headed through the doors to the cool breeze outside. Stuffing your hand in you pocket, your hand found purchase on the cig case you had. Sliding one out of it and grabbing your lighter, you lit the cig up and shoved the lighter back into your left pocket. You sat against the wall and pulled your knees to your chest. Hearing the doors open, you see Trevor walk out. He spots you and slides down the wall, sitting next to you.

"It's not your fault. It really isn't." Trevor offered, watching you let out a sigh, smoke going with it. You laugh, dragging a hand down your face.

"Listen, don't ever fall in love, man. Shit sucks." You sighed, resting your head against the cool brick. Trevor started to say something but the rest of the three burst through the doors. Lars was wearing his red jacket, walking towards the car. Lucky was carrying yours in her arm, right on the heels of Lars. He spotted you and Trevor sitting down against the wall. Trevor hopped up, offering you a kind hand. You took it, cigarette still in hand.

"Put that shit out." Lars commanded, crossing his arms. You glared at him before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out. You dropped the rest on the ground, twisting your foot against it which successfully put it out.

"Happy?" You huffed, throwing your arms out in surrender. He just stared at you before pushing past you to get to the car. 'Bitch' You mutter under your breath. God he’s insufferable. Following them, you hopped into the passage seat. Lucky handed you your red jacket, which you put on before you buckled up. You zipped it up all the way burying your face in the collar. Lars watched you from his peripheral, drumming his fingers on the wheel.

“Are gonna stare or drive the goddamn car?” You snapped, turning to gaze at him. His hand tightened on the wheel and started to drive.

To say that Lars was a good driver was a pretty big overstatement. You were even lucky you made it to the school alive, much less in once piece.

“You are never ever driving again, Lars.” You said, stumbling out of the car as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Stuff it.” He replied, pushing up his broken glasses. You turned your gaze to the school, which stood ominously in the distance. You shivered, which didn’t go unnoticed by Lars. He took a small step closer to you, his hand ghosting the small of your back. You jumped slightly at his feather touch, but relished it. Lars flicked on your switch, making your proton pack hum with the familiar ‘whirring’ sound. You walked to the front steps, pushing open the two massive double wooden doors. You were blasted by a cold air, which you stumbled back from.

“S-shit.” You muttered, hands shaking ever so slightly. You reached for your flashlight, but froze when you saw a shadow figure dart through the darkness.

“Lars.” You whispered, a lump forming in your throat. Lars was off busy helping the others get their packs on, which meant you were the only one at the front. You felt something tugging you forward. You stumbled back into the school following the tugging sensation to a room downstairs.

Lars looked up, about to ask you something, when he noticed you were gone.

“Where the bloody hell did Y/N go?” He asked, looking around. His question was answered when he heard your frantic screams coming from inside of the building. They all looked at each other, then bolted to the building.

The building was absolutely freezing. That you were certain of. The frigid temperature fucked a little with your head, at least that’s what you can conclude. You found that being able to see in the dark was not your forte, which caused you to fall down a flight of stairs.

“OH FUCKING SHIT—!” You screech, tumbling down the stairs. You landed with your head cracking against the cold floor. Groaning, you tried to lift your head, but you felt like you were spinning like a top. You eventually stood, swaying slightly after. You blinked a few times, holding your head in your hands. In the corner of your eye, you could see another shadow figure. It was tall, tall enough to reach the ceiling. It started to approach you, but you let out a scream, starting to run back up the stairs. You felt a push, then you tumbled back down the stairs, smashing your head into the pavement again. You landed on your knee, successfully snapping the bone in your shin. You let out another bloodcurdling scream, spitting out blood in the process.

You felt lightheaded as blood spilled from your shin and lips, dribbling down your chin and neck. You were in too much pain to cry as you crumpled to the floor again. You heard all three of them yelling your name, but you couldn’t yell back. Instead, you pulled yourself across the floor, leaving a long streak of blood as you went. With as much effort as you could muster, you pulled yourself to the steps. It took everything for you to scream,

“LARS!!!”

Footsteps could be heard, which sounded like heavy boots clomping towards you. You clawed at the steps, trying to grip anything that you could to pull yourself up. The blond man appeared in the doorway, shining a flashlight down the stairwell. Lars hair was tousled, eyes wide. You make out how he was panting, as well as a horrified look painted across his face.

“oh my god.” Was all he said. He rushed down the stairwell to get you. You couldn’t make out much of anything, you kept fading in and out of consciousness. His hands, his strong and elegant hands held your face as he tried to keep you awake. Your breaths became labored again as you felt extreme pain rippling through your limbs. You let out another scream, which was muffled by Lars chest as he picked you up and started to rush you outside. One of his hands found purchase in your hair, gently stroking it with his thumb as he ran to the car.

Lars felt like it took years to make it to the hospital. His red jacket was drenched in your blood, but he couldn’t care less about what he looked like as he rushed you into the ER. Immediately after, you were rushed into a room, where you would reside for God knows how long. Lars sat next to Lucky, his face grim. He didn’t care how long he had to wait to see you again, just as long as he could see you. Lars stayed there all night, into the morning to be able to see you. When they told him that he could see you, he ran to your room as fast as he could. There you laid, eyes closed, face peaceful. When you heard the footsteps, you opened your eyes and found the blond man standing in your doorway.

“Bloody hell, I thought I’d never see you again.” Lars breathed as he approached your right side. Your hand lay limp on the top of the bedsheet. He brought up a chair and sat, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“I was so scared that you were going to die, I couldn’t bear to see it.” He further explained. You smiled weakly and croaked,

“Are you being nice right now? That’s so unlike you Lars.”

Before you said anything else, Lars pressed a kiss to your lips. It wasn’t your ideal first kiss with him, but you relished the feeling.

“I didn’t save you because I thought it was the good thing to do, I saved you because I love you.” Lars whispered, his nose brushing yours.

“God I love you too, Lars.” You whispered back.

[lowkeyrobin]

Trevor Spengler meeting a ghost his age that is stuck as a ghost because they doesn’t remember their surname or how they died or where they used to live? Like all the ‘important info’ from their memories is gone? Headcanons or one shot? Maybe he was called to “evict” them from a residence and took them home to try to help them?

oh em gee YESSS YESYESYES I love the gbfandom cause yall r so creative ; also this sounds very familiar to frozen empire LMAO ; dw melody kinda slayed ; phoebe is definitely gay idc ; reader knows how they died but not much else, but dw it's for the plot. it's alright let me go by summerdrive is literally the final part of this lol ; also this is super long compared to my other works. I think its good though lol

TREVOR SPENGLER ; lost soul

summary ; youre a lost ghost with no way around the new way of life you'd found yourself in, and trevor is intrigued by you, and decides to try and help you out

warnings ; language, talk about car crashes/death due to car accidents

disclaimers ; set post-frozen empire, me not knowing wtf mannhattan looks like. there's a hilly kind of area near lincoln park bc I said so

word count ; 2.4k

masterlist

The day progressed as usual for Trevor. Wake up, eat, chill out, wait for someone to call, go bust ghosts, come home, eat, sleep and then repeat it all again. Currently, stage five was in progress.

He sits behind Gary in the driver's seat, Phoebe at his side, and his mom in clear view in the front passenger seat. There was no speeding or heavy fight scene, just a calm drive out to a house just outside the main city.

Someone had called in a ghost, I mean, more like a haunting in Trevor's eyes. Nothing was being destroyed, but a very, very apparent ghost had spent the past week sobbing in the attic and banging on the walls.

As he lays eyes on them, he's mesmerized. Their aura is a light blue, contrasting the dark green, brown, and black hues surrounding the attic. They were like a match in the dark. He was attracted to them like a moth to a flame.

He stands on one side of the attic entrance, them on the other. He had to basically turn around to see them on the opposite side of the attic.

He awkwardly and shyly waves, seeing them look back at him, their face contorted to one of discomfort and shock. Tears drip down their cheeks and down onto their neck, scratches and bruises covering their opaque arms, legs and face. A light flickering movement trails down their arms and onto their shoulders and neck, resembling fire.

"Who are you?" They ask, a harsh tone in their voice. Their hands are balled into fists, hanging at their sides.

"Uh, my name's Trevor" He says, showing his empty hands for you, to get some sense that he wasn't here to hurt you. "I'm a Ghostbuster, we got a call that you've been banging walls and stuff..."

They look at him up and down, still thinking this Trevor guy wasn't very trustworthy.

"I just wanna help, okay? What does it take to get you somewhere safer and away from this house?" He asks.

They shrug, unable to hold eye contact. "I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how I'm supposed to move on, I just wanna see my dad again"

Trevor's face quickly morphs into one of solem, feeling the same way as you right now. "I can try and help you move on" He suggests, "Do you know how you... died?"

"Car accident" You answer.

His eyes slightly widened for a moment before answering. "Would you like to come with me? So we can help you move on? We have a lab not to far away, we can try and help you find your way to continue on"

Phoebe, who'd been listening in from downstairs, having been holding the ladder before, speaks up. "We can help you break the fabric and space in time!"

They slightly jump back a bit, not having known that Trevor had guests.

"That's my sister!" He quickly explains, shooting a glare down the ladder towards her. "It's okay, we aren't here to hurt you."

They step forward a bit, the two separated by the hole in the attic floor. They peek down at Phoebe, who gives them a little wave and smile. They look back up at Trevor, who gives them a reassuring yet unsure look, silently urging them to come with him.

"Fine. But not to be experimented on. I just want to see my dad again, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's okay!"

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Forty-four days that the lonely ghost had been staying at a lab where the somberly walked around, trying to remember anything other than their death. What were they meant to do?

They and Trevor had grown close, though.

He'd been working with them one-on-one nearly everyday, trying to figure out who they were, when they died, where they died. They'd grown accustomed to this talk, having it not make them grow sad or angry anymore. They became numb to it, they just wanted to move on.

Trevor made their time here worth it though. He understood them more than anyone else. They wouldn't even work with Lars or Lucky if he wasn't around. Lars would scold them and reinform that if they didn't cooperate that it would only take longer, but they didn't mind at this point. They'd like to stay and hang out with Trevor some more.

The same ripped jeans and sweatshirt they wore when they passed never grew any more deteriorated than it already was, strings and rips never mending themselves. They were still comfortable though, physically and mentally. That last day they spent with their father, they didn't know much about it, but their insides grew warm when they thought about or tried to remember it.

Hours and hours of work was rewarded with Trevor taking them out on a walk through the city and showing them the sights. They enjoyed it quite a lot, and didn't mind any stares or looks, just enjoying the time they were able to spend with the boy.

On one of these walks, Trevor brought up some good news. "I think we found your case, Y/n"

They look over at him, an eyebrow raised.

"We found the newspaper caption of the day after you died, it all matches up." He explains, pulling out his phone to show you a picture. "Car flips over gaurd rail near Lincoln Park, one dead, one in critical condition"

They nod, looking back up at Trevor. "I'm guessing I'm the one who died?"

He nods. "In the article it says your name, and your dad's" He hands the phone over to them, pointing the location as they zoom in.

"Y/n L/n" They whisper. "L/n"

He slows down the pace, seeing the look of pain in their eyes.

"What about my dad? Did he die too?"

He nervously shrugs, not having a definitive answer. They nod, handing the phone back.

"That's a great lead though, we can find out where he is. And maybe that can help us get you into the next realm, or whatever it is" Trevor speaks with reassurance. "I will get you there, I swear that on my life, okay?"

The two stand in front of each other on the empty sidewalk, surrounded by trees and cars passing by. He looks up at them, truth behind his dark eyes.

They chew at the inside of their cheek with a nod, wishing they could just hug him right now.

"Can we go visit where...." They speak softly, trying to ask a bit of a heavy question. That question should've been heavy for them, not him of all people.

He nods with a little smile, planning to go after they went out to eat, or, he did. Ghosts of their kind thankfully didn't need food, just being floating spirits trying to find their escape.

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The dusk had turned to night, the sun having set not long ago, the streets lit up by lights and the moon. The walk towards the crash site was silent while Y/n looked over the newspaper pictures a few times.

2021. That wasn't that long ago, yet it seemed like an eternity.

They approach the dented gaurd rail, right where the car must've flipped. Trevor hangs back, putting his phone back in his pocket after they gave it back. They look down the hill, seeing scraps of metal and tire rubber still laying at the bottom.

Their heart sank as they saw it.

Pieces of the scrap were clearly melted or burned, same with a few trees around the area, the bark charred black from whatever fire must've occurred. That had to have explained the fire on their arms, though they never remembered a fire. They must've died on impact.

Trev stands a few feet away, keeping quiet as he sees them just stare into nothing. Maybe they were recollecting memories or maybe their death or anything else in their life was coming back to them. He didn't want to disturb.

They look at the gaurd rail, sunken down to the ground. Some blood splatters still painted the backside, a little pool of blood staining the concrete.

They, with a smooth pace, walk back to Trevor, holding back tears.

"I want to find my dad. I want to know if he lived or not" They speak, pointing down at the blood. "Please, Trevor. I can't wait around any longer."

He nods. He nearly opens his arms for a hug but stops himself, remembering that he couldn't make physical contact with him.

"I'll come down to the lab tomorrow morning and we'll get to work, okay?"

"Okay"

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The sounds of clicks and keyboard taps echo through the lab. Trevor sits in front of the computer, typing all sorts of variations of their father's name and the city, date, etc into the Google search bar. Y/n stands behind him, watching with caution.

Thank God for True People Search.

F/n L/n, Age 55 - Lives in Manhattan, NY (917)-123-4567.

"Holy shit" The two whisper in unison. They both lightly smile, quickly getting back to the mission at hand.

Trevor clicks on the website, instantly greeted by a picture of Y/n's father. Underneath was his full name, age, date of birth, phone number, and city and state of current residence. Below was more info, like his current address, past and current phone numbers, email addresses, possible relatives, etcetera.

The second person below the possible relatives was a familiar name and age. Y/n L/n, age 17.

"Holy shit, that's you" Trevor states, moving the mouse towards the name. "He's- He's not dead"

They're silent now, staring down at the computer screen.

"What the fuck? I spent all these years thinking he was dead!" They say, slowly backing away from the computer and Trevor, hands on their head as they try and not freak out. "What the hell?"

Trevor quickly stands up, proposing an idea. "What if we call him, and get him to come here and see you?"

They're quiet for a moment.

"I'm scared"

"I'll be right here"

Silence.

"I think this is what will make you be able to move on, Y/n"

They're quiet again, then they nod slowly, taking a little deep breath.

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Y/n sits in the chair Trevor was sitting in before, leg bouncing like crazy due to nerves. The curly haired boy, who thankfully grew out his hair some, was speaking words of reassurance to them. It was already four in the afternoon, the days passing on and blending into each other for poor Y/n.

They couldn't even remember how many days ago it was that The Possessor scared the shit out of them with a chair.

Finally, there's a knock on the door, which Trevoe quickly walks over to answer. They felt like they were going to vomit, if they even could.

"Y/n?"

They quickly look up, hearing the familiar voice calling their name. They'd never felt or heard something so familiar that it instantly warmed up their heart.

Their father stands in the doorway, Trevor in front of him as he walks toward them.

The man walks with a limp, carrying his 200 pound body down the hallway. A bushy beard covered the bottom half of his face, grey hairs peaking out between it. He wore a baseball cap, hiding whatever grey hairs he had up there as well.

Y/n quickly stands up, laying eyes on their father after all this time. They felt their whole core begin to burn as they saw him again.

"Dad?"

He smiles, opening his arms. "Y/n"

They quickly run to him, then almost through him, forgetting they were a ghost. They wrap their arms around him, knowing the couldn't make physical contact. He does the same, arms stiffly heald around each other.

"I missed you so much" They cry, looking up at him. "I thought you died"

The two pull their arms away from each other. Trevor watches a few feet away with a smile.

The older man smiles somberly, "I almost did, Y/n/n"

"Are you okay?" They quickly ask, looking at him up and down.

He sighs and shrugs, "I don't think there's been a day where I've been okay without you"

The burning only became worse, nearly hurting them. They didn't know if it was good or bad but you wanted to enjoy this.

"I love you, Dad"

"I love you too. I'm sorry I failed you" He speaks, tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry for everything"

"It's okay" They lightly smile with a chuckle, the action performed by their surprise, shock and happiness of the situation. "I'm okay. Trevor has been helping me try to find you"

He looks back at Trevor who gives him a warm smile and nod, then back to them. They were beginning the process to fade away. Tiny, microscopic pieces of them began drifting away like leaves against the wind. They look down at themselves, feeling the fading and numbing sensation.

Their father nods, seeing the look of 'I need to speak to Trevor' and 'I love you' mixed in their eyes.

They quickly walk over to Trevor, wrapping their arms around him, still stiffly holding them over his shoulders.

"Thank you, so much. I can't thank you enough, Trev"

He smiles, wrapping his arms around them. "Thank you for trusting me, Y/n/n"

They can feel their body trembling, feeling themselves fade into nothing. They hear and feel Trevor crying a bit, trying to hide it.

"Hey, it's alright, I'll be okay" They chuckle, seeing the boy wipe his tears away as they're no longer halfway-hugging.

"I know" He nods, "Have fun moving on"

They lightly smile, and look back at their father. They hold onto whatever memories they had with both him and Trevor, waving goodbye to both of them as they fade into the oxygen around them.

Y/n's father wipes his tears, looking at Trevor now that they're completely gone, for good this time.

"Thank you for bringing me back to my child. Even if it was only for a moment. I can't find the words to express how much I thank you for that"

Trevor nods, "It's okay. Thank you for bringing such a kind soul into the world, Mr. L/n"

"You can call me F/n, son"

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~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] too many to pick out, just a shit ton of nsfw shit.

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✧˚ mike ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom? Mike is a perfect even split between sub and dom. He's kind of a pussy, so don't expect any hardcore shit when he's on top. But like?? He expects?? Rough treatment?? When he's the sub?? Lmao, what a hypocrite.

What are his favorite positions? Sub Mike likes to be ridden while being tied down, it gives him a good view. Dom Mike also likes to be ridden, except this time your hands are the ones tied, behind your back, and he has the tail like a leash and he can pull it to make your back arch, thus putting boobs in his face. So he can *blublublublublub* all in them mfs.

How freaky is he? Depends on the day and the mood. Sometimes Mike can be quite adventurous. He can wanna fuck in the bathroom or the janitors' closet at school, but he can also pussy out and just wait until you get home and just fuck in the basement or in his bedroom. He can wanna be teased and edged, or he can just give you a quick pound and that's that. And then sometimes, he'll want to experiment with new kinks and then sometimes, he wants to be boring and basic.

How noisy is he? Mike is a whimperer and a whiner. So, he's pretty noisy most of the time.

How long does he usually last? Usually right at twenty minutes.

Protection or no? Are you kidding? His parents would kill him if he got you pregnant, of course he uses protection.

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✧˚ trevor ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom? Trevor is a top. He did genuinely try to be a bottom once, but being called a "good boy" just made him feel like a dog.

What are his favorite positions? Doggy, but specifically over the Ectomobile hood. He likes the idea of driving it and thinking Yo, I fucked her on this thing. Even if he does get a hard-on in the middle of the road because of it.

How freaky is he? Moderately freaky. I mean, he's not looking to call you a bunch of names or beat the fuck out of you for pleasure, but he's down with some car sex in a parking lot, and for the occasional spank to your ass, and also for some teasing with sex toys. How noisy is he? He's more of a heavy breather, but occasionally you'll slide across a vein on his dick that he's sensitive about that gets a moan out of him. How long does he last? Somewhere in twenty-five-to-thirty-minute range. Sometimes it's longer, sometimes it's shorter. Protection or no? Yeah. His car floor is like covered in condom wrappers, it's kind of funny because he doesn't clean his car and he drives Phoebe and Podcast to school sometimes and they're like "?? The fuck??" ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

✧˚ richie ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom? Both, but he thinks he's way more of a top than he actually is. Which is a lie. Richie Tozier is your bitch. Period. What are his favorite positions? All of them. He can't pick a favorite. He likes reverse cowgirl, because ass. He likes being rode, because boobs. He likes going down on you, because he likes to see your face contort in pleasure. Yeah, any position you do he can find a reason to love it. How freaky is he? He's freaky, but a lot less than you'd think. He does have his limits. One of them is that he refuses physical violence. He'll degrade you all you want, but he won't lay a finger on you in a negative away, no matter how much you beg. How noisy is he? It's Richie- when the fuck is he ever quiet? He's noisy, he's loud, and he's not ashamed of it. He wants everyone to know that he's getting laid. How long does he last? Eh. Fifteen minutes or so. He makes it count, though.

Protection or no? He's like Boris in the way that he sometimes he does forget, but that's alright, you're on the pill anyways. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

[foxaftershocks]

Heyyy first off I just want to say I’ve read all your Lars x reader content and I’m obsessed omg you are so talented!!

If you’re still happy to take requests… :)

I can’t stop thinking about a ball/fancy dinner and dance type situation with Lars and the reader and probs the rest of the Ghostbusters. This would be pre-love confession and Lars is all smitten cuz the reader’s in a pretty ballgown or something but doesn’t know how to tell her. And then because I’m a wh0re for jealous Lars maybe reader dances with someone else and it fuels him to confess later on?

Hehehehe I hope that all makes sense!! Thank you so much <333

Here you go! I hope it was worth waiting for.

“I don’t know about this.”

You tugged on your skirt as you descended the staircase, the fabric silk, your leg able to move through the high slit up your thigh. You were watching your feet, your heels sky high, terrified of falling on your face after tripping, a twisted ankle and embarrassment painting your cheeks pink. your hair was swept up off your neck, a few strands falling around your face, curled and pretty and nothing like you usually looked. Painted lips and painted skin, you felt like a trussed up clown and yet when you’d looked in the mirror you’d felt a sense of wonder at your own reflection.

“You look beautiful, stop fussing,” Callie said, not even looking at you as she straightened Gary’s bowtie.

Phoebe had her nose wrinkled, tugging on the cuff of her suit. Trevor was looking at his reflection in the side mirror of the echto-1, fiddling with his hair as Lucky shoved at his shoulder. Lars was standing off to one side and when you looked up upon reaching the bottom of the stairs you felt your breath catch. His gaze swept over you, fingers frozen on the bridge of his nose as he adjusted his glasses, mouth falling open. A wave of self consciousness went through you and you smoothed your hand over your skirt again.

“How do I look?” you asked him, voice soft, unsure of his answer.

“You look… I mean, you’re so… You’re…. You’re…”

“Come on you lot, we’re running late,” Callie said, interrupting before he could get a single sentence out, “in the car. Now.”

It was a shuffle to get everyone into the car. Your thigh was pressed against Lars, shoved into the car together, pinned between him and Phoebe. Lucky and Trevor were together, whispering together, and you were trying to hard to not fiddle with your skirt anymore. Darting a glance up, Lars eyes swept away from you, looking out the window as the city began to rush past.

“Now, you’re all to be on your best behaviour,” Callie said, turning to look at them, “the mayor will be there and we don’t need him getting any more reasons to hate us.”

“He doesn’t hate us,” Trevor said, “we have his full support. He said so. Can’t go back on it when it was on every news channel.”

“Oh to have such innocence,” Lucky said, ruffling his hair.

He shoved at her, going back to fixing it in some kind of order. Your lips pulled up in a smile and you felt a pinky finger brush over your thigh. Your eyes darted up, find Lars looking down at you with a twinkle in his eyes. His own lips were pressed together and you knew he was holding back some kind of snarky comment. You lent into him, shoulder to shoulder, his warmth seeping into yours.

The car pulled up outside the venue, coming to an abrupt stop. The door opened and he slid out, offering you a hand, helping you out in your tight dress and your stupid heels. You held on, looking up at the beautiful building, lit up as other well dressed people streamed up the steps.

“Alright, you lot,” Callie said, striding up the stairs, “remember…”

“Best behaviour,” Phoebe muttered, moving past you.

Lars hand in your was warm and steady, helping you as you took slow steps towards the door. You wouldn’t have agreed to be there if the entire team hadn’t been expected to make an appearance. Phoebe wouldn’t have either if her complaints were anything to go by, but there was something about seeing Lars in his tux. You wound your arm through his, letting him escort you into the event.

The ballroom was beautiful, some of New York’s richest people collected together to celebrate the continued thriving of the city. If you hadn’t felt out of place on the steps outside, being surrounded by such juggernauts of industry in the city certainly did. Your fingers tightened around Lars’ arm, anxiety building. You weren’t meant to be there.

Unfortunately, you were swept through into the crowd on Lars’ arm, surrounded by the rest of the team.

Sitting at the table, it was clear your invitation had come through gritted teeth from the mayor. You were on your own, shoved into a far corner, the lighting leaving you in shadows and right under a vent blasting cool air down on your team. You shivered, not wearing something conducive to such a cold temperature. Your dress was built to be beautiful, not practical.

“What do you think this is?” you asked Lars, looking down at the soup in front of you.

“Green,” he replied.

“And cold,” you said, picking up your spoon.

“At least it isn’t foam,” he said.

“I’m sure we’ll see that later. The people are demanding it. Rich people haven’t discovered solid food yet. Kind of like babies.”

His eyes cut over to you and you could see the way his lips were tugging up at the corners. You offered your own smile to him, leaning into his warmth. You loved the way his lips formed words, vowels and consonants sounding so much better on his tongue. His eyes dipped down, taking you in as your shoulder found his, resting there the way it had so many times before during late nights in the lab, working side by side in companionable silence.

“Oh look,” you said as the next course was placed in front of you, “foam.”

“Filling,” he said, scooping some up.

“At least I won’t burst out of this dress,” you said, expecting to hear his chuckle but instead finding his eyes flicking over you then back to his plate. You thought in better light his cheeks might be a delicate pink but you couldn’t be sure in the shadows.

You managed to get through the remaining courses, wondering how rich people lived. You weren’t looking for more food, the corset top of your dress tight enough to make that feel dangerous, but for any normal person it was enough to leave you wanting. Was that the secret? Rich people were always just hungry? You were never going to find out.

“I’m going to the bar,” you said when it became clear that the left over awkwardness from dinner wasn’t dissipating, “it is open, right?”

“Best behaviour,” Callie said, catching your arm as you shuffled around the table.

“I won’t get drunk,” you replied with a roll of your eyes, “I promise.”

Music was just starting up as you reached the bar, strings striking a chord. Securing your glass of wine, you stepped aside, watching as some took the floor, the ballroom clear enough for actual dancing. You hadn’t been expecting that, despite the invitation mentioning dancing. So rarely was there actually dancing.

Money seemed to offer everything.

You knew the wine you were drinking was better than the stuff you bought from the shop on the corner of your block. It was richer and more full bodied and yet you weren’t sure it was worth the hike in price. Either would make you feel warm and loosen you up enough to consider enjoying the evening.

You watched the swirling couples on the floor, most older than you, clearly the kind of people who would drop thousands of dollars to sponsor the ballet or a museum. They might have entire wings named after them for the generous donations they gave. All you did was chase ghosts and build silly little machines to trap them. They would be horrified if they saw how you usually looked in your daily life.

“I always find these kinds of event stifling.”

You looked up, a tall man having sidled up beside you, watching the dancing couples as well. His sharp jawline and dark hair led you to believe he was handsome. Strong eyebrows and piercing blue eyes when he looked down at you, full lips pulling up in a small smile, just enough stubble on his chin to make you think he didn’t want to look as if he was trying too hard.

“It might just be that I have a habit of making my tie too tight,” he said, “Dylan Wilson.”

You murmured your own name in reply as he held out a hand to you to shake.

“You’re one of the Ghostbusters, right? I saw you guys get that thing in Central Park,” he said, “it was very impressive.”

“All in a day’s work,” you replied, never quite sure how to take compliments about your work.

You went back to watching the dancers in silence. The more of the wine you drank, the more you felt a yearning to be out there, moving to the music too. Only you weren’t sure you knew how to dance to that kind of music. Couples swept past, circling the dance floor.

“Would you like to dance?” Dylan asked you.

“Oh, I’m not sure that I…” You didn’t want to admit that you weren’t quite high class enough to know how to dance.

“I promise I won’t step on your toes or let you fall,” he said, offering his hand again.

You hesitated another moment before sliding your hand into his. Placing your almost empty glass of wine down on the closest surface, you let him guide you onto the floor. His hand landed on your back, your’s resting on his shoulder. Thinking too hard about your movements, you were stiff and stumbling, overthinking every single thing.

“Am I making you nervous?” he asked.

You dragged your gaze up from your feet to his face, finding amusement dancing in his eyes. You shook your head, tongue darting out to wet your lips. You saw the way his eyes followed your tongue before he looked away from your mouth.

“There’s not much reason to dance like this when you’re a Ghostbuster,” you replied, going for a half truth.

Handsome men weren’t something you had a huge amount of experience with. Certainly not when they were self assured and in a suit that probably cost more than an entire year’s worth of your rent. He chuckled softly, tightening his hold on you.

“You lot are heroes to the city. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were invited to plenty more of these events,” he said.

“We’re more focused on the work,” you replied.

He let you continue to dance in silence for another few moments, but the conversation had done it. You had relaxed, focused more on what he was saying than on your feet tripping over themselves. It was easier if you focused on him, letting him lead you in the dance, keeping your mind working on other things. Such as the wiring you’d been working on before you’d had to get ready for the night. It kept sparking in the wrong place and then not working and you were having trouble figuring out why.

“You’re thinking awfully hard,” he said, interrupting as you followed one of the wires in your mind, trying to find the source of the sparks.

“Just… thinking about some work stuff,” you said.

“No ghosts set to make an appearance tonight?” he asked.

“I hope not. It might be difficult to fight them in this get up,” you replied, unthinking.

“It might not be conducive to ghost busting, but you do look exceptionally beautiful,” he said.

Your cheeks heated and you had no answer for him. It was the kind of thing you’d hoped Lars might have said to you when he saw you, but coming from one of the rich and powerful was still pretty good. You ducked your head, not wanting him to see you so flustered. You felt that if you gave him an inch he might take a mile, the privileges he was accustomed to making him willing to push for what he wanted.

You knew you were making a lot of assumptions about him but it was hard not to when you knew everyone around you had bought tickets that cost more than your entire wardrobe would be valued at. Your team was the charity case, there to be paraded out for the rich and powerful like entertainment, to be gawked at and spoken about like you weren’t real people.

“I can’t be the first one to tell you that tonight,” he said.

You weren’t going to admit that he was.

“I’m very out of my element here,” you said, figuring it was close enough to the truth to get you through the conversation.

“You’ll grow used to it,” he replied.

“Only if I keep being invited,” you said.

“You will.” He sounded so confident, “either through your own merit or maybe because… you’ll be on my arm?”

He phrased it like a question and he seemed hopeful but there was a moment when you thought maybe he was so certain of your answer he didn’t feel the need to ask. You straightened your spine, not giving him an answer.

“Can I cut in?”

You let out a relieved breath, stepping back from Dylan. For a moment his hands tightened before he released you. You turned, offering yourself up to Lars, standing behind you, his lips pressed together into a thin line. His familiar blue eyes were focused on the man behind you, harder than you’d ever seen them, tension holding his body tight.

Your hand landed on his shoulder, his own resting on your waist as he swept you away. Your breathing came easier, the familiar scent of Lars enveloping you, washing away the expensive aftershave lingering in your nose. And yet when you looked up, expecting to see your saviour, his eyes were focused on something over your shoulder, hard and uncompromising.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you said softly, hoping to draw his attention back to you.

“I bet there’s plenty you don’t know about me,” he replied, not relaxing like you’d been hoping.

“Lars,” you said. His gaze flicked down to you then back to whatever he was looking at over your shoulder, “Lars.”

Your hand slid to curl around the back of his neck and finally, finally, his eyes met yours. You raised an eyebrow at him and while he didn’t look any calmer, there was a smile flirting with the corner of his lips.

“You’ve been making friends tonight,” he said.

“We have to make a good impression, right?” you replied.

“Who is he?” he asked.

“Dylan someone. I don’t know. He’s not important,” you said.

“He’s set to be the next Zuckerberg so others might not agree that’s he’s not important,” he replied, “and he’s making it no secret he’s interested in you.”

“What are you talking about it?” He was being obtuse, and you thought he was doing it on purpose.

“He’s watching us very closely. I think he’s trying to work out if we’re involved and probably calculating how to change that answer if it’s yes.”

You snorted. His arm tightened around you, pulling you half a step closer, bodies slotting together. Your amusement faded and you didn’t know what to say, the lines of his body making your thoughts spiral where they rested against yours.

“I know. Ridiculous to think you’d ever be interested in me.” His hand slid to your hip, burning through the thin material of the silk, “hard to compare when you have Dylan Wilson flirting with you.”

“Lars,” you breathed.

“Not that is surprises me. You’re the most beautiful woman in the room. You’re the most beautiful woman in every room. What man wouldn’t want you?”

You flushed at the compliment. It was the exact thing you’d wanted to hear from him for so long and yet he’d always remained silent on the matter. Even tonight, when he’d first seen you, no words had come. And now he was saying it but through gritted teeth, like he didn’t want to.

“Lars, you don’t-“ you tried to say.

“But you should know that you’re worth so much more than that piece of shit looking to spread AI across the world until humans are no longer necessary. You deserve the world and he can’t give it to you,” he all but growled, eyes turning back to the man presumably standing over your shoulder, eyes so hard it almost scared you.

“I know,” you said, soft to his hard.

“He’s just… so… what?”

His eyebrows drew together as he looked back to you and you had to press your lips together to keep from smiling. Confused Lars was a rare sight and yet you loved it every time you saw it. Your nails scraped along the skin of the back of his neck and you felt the full body shudder that went through him.

“He’s a pompous ass. And it’s hard to like someone when I’ve already got my eye on someone else,” you said.

“Oh.”

You took the last half step closer, closing every inch of distance between the two of you. With your hand on the back of his neck you could draw him down, leaning in until your lips brushed his ear as you whispered.

“And jealousy is an interesting look on you, Lars,” you whispered, “it’s a bit sexy.”

His hand flexed before tightening on your hip. You let him return to his full height, his cheeks flushed but his eyes staring down at you with such intensity it made your own cheeks heat.

“Who said I was jealous?” he asked, but he didn’t quite so cool about it.

“No one had to. You’re not hiding it very well,” you said.

“If not Wilson, who have you got your eye on?” he asked.

“If it’s not obvious by now, maybe you’re not as smart as you claim to be,” you said.

“I need you to say it,” he said.

You let him lead you in the dance for a few more moments, standing on a precipice. Your words would change everything. It was possible to turn around now, to keep it as it always was, to not go out on a limb. You hadn’t gone too far yet. You didn’t have to do this.

“Please,” he begged.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you were so jealous that I was dancing with another man,” you said.

“Because I wanted to be the one that was dancing with you. Because the moment you walked down those stairs you took my breath away. Because I’ve been trying o find the words all night to tell you how beautiful you are tonight and how beautiful you always are and how I’ve been falling for you since the moment we met.”

Okay, you weren’t expecting that.

“You’re the one I have my eye on,” you said, breathless from his confession, “you’re the only one I see.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he said, a smile spreading over his face.

“Are you going to kiss me now, or do I need to take matters into my own hands?”

He didn’t bother answer, leaning down to claim your lips with his. It was soft and sweet and all too fleeting. You had to fight the impulse to pull him back in, indulging in your desire to spend the rest of the night wrapped up in him. His hand tightened on your hip, eyes flicking up then back down to you. With how close you were standing, there was no room for Jesus even if he was two dimensional.

“Your friend is coming over here,” he said.

“Do you want to go somewhere else then?” you asked, “because I don’t care about this whole thing.”

“Will it disappoint you if I want to continue dancing with you?” he asked instead.

Your lips curled up into an incredulous smile. His hand slid from your head to the small of your back, pressing a kiss to the back of the hand he was holding. You felt yourself melt, realising you wouldn’t be able to say no to him. Not when he was looking at you with such hope and so much softness.

“You want to dance with me?” you asked.

“There’s something romantic about it. Dancing with the woman you love in a beautiful ballroom,” he said, a touch bashful and yet it only made your heart beat feaster.

“You’re a secret romantic.” The wonder in your voice only seemed to make him more embarrassed.

“May I cut in?”

Dylan, back again, clearly not reading the room correctly, or not caring.

“No,” Lars said,” you may not.”

He spun you away, taking you far from the rich asshole. You laughed, a sense of impossibility rising within you. The entire night was gilded with unreality, like you’d stepped into the pages of a novel or onto the silver screen. It was like fiction.

“Have I told you how handsome you look tonight?” you asked when the laughter subsided, not even bothering to wipe the lovesick look off your face.

“I don’t believe so,” he replied, giving you one of those cocky half smiles you’d grown used to whenever he managed to impress you.

“Let me fix that then,” you said, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck, “you look devastatingly handsome tonight.”

His lips pressed against yours and you had no idea how he was keeping you dancing when all thoughts flew from your head. The way he smiled when he drew back was bright, like you’d made all his dreams come true. And maybe you had. But he’d made all yours come true too.

[111-prxtty]

Phoebe Spengler x reader ~ Locked in

So this is basically mutual pining (pinning? Who knows cos I don't) but they both hate each other but they don't actually know why so technically it's enemies to lovers (but pg)

It seemed like a simple call when it first came in, and it was, the only problem was the aftermath.

Summary: they get trapped in a room (plenty of space dw) and look back on why they hate each other. I think there's some swearing and a cheeky kiss at the end and that's it, enjoy xoxo

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Callie and Gary had thought it would be a nice opportunity to force you and Phoebe to work together and hopefully start to not hate each other. They were so right.

Catching the ghost was simple enough, you chased it into a dead end and it got sucked into the trap and it was over. The only problem was that the dead end was a room with a singular door that locked on the outside and no windows. Neither of you noticed this until the door had slammed shut whilst Phoebe was picking up the trap.

"Shit"

"Shit" you both said at the same time.

"ugh why does this shit always happen when I'm with you!" You exclaimed, trudging over to attempt to open the door, it didn't budge.

"look, I'm not exactly jumping for joy over here either" you just shot her a glare. At least you tried, you couldn't see much from the small sliver of light from the crack under the door.

Phoebe had set the trap on the floor and pulled out her phone, "I don't think you'll get any service out here"

"I know" you could hear her rolling her eyes, as she turned on her phone torch. You sat down and lent against the wall next to the door, Phoebe did the same on the other side setting her phone on the floor, the torch lighting up the room.

"how much would you bet that Trevor did this" you chuckled at her question,

"how much would you bet he roped lucky into helping him" she laughed this time.

A few minutes of silence went by before she spoke, "I don't think I would want to work anything out just to spite him" you nodded, not that she saw,

"the one thing we agree on" if Trevor did orchestrate this, it was far from the first plan he's had. There had been many situations in which you and Phoebe had been forced together in an attempt to get you two to work things out but you were both too stubborn to let it work, this was the first time you had said more than three or four words to each other which was probably due to the fact that you would be here a while.

You shuffled round to face her, "why do you hate me?" She turned towards you as well,

"i thought we were spiting my brother"

"that's not me asking to become the best of friends, I just want to know why we aren't" she narrowed her eyes, "I guess I started hating you because you were horrible to me"

"no that's not right-"

"my case in point" she cut in,

"but I was horrible to you because you were horrible to me" she was shaking her head,

"but that would completely debunk my reasoning for hating you"

"yeah, you were horrible for no reason so I got my own back"

"but you started the whole hating each other thing"

"what did I do that made you think that?" Your voices were steadily getting louder,

"you were-" she stopped herself short,

"I was what" you had crossed your arms over your chest. You were thinking back to the moment you had met, you had been sitting at the kitchen island and Callie had brought over Phoebe and Trevor to introduce everyone, you had been on your phone but you put it down when they approached you to be polite, it was a blessing really you were stuck on a level of this game and it had been frustrating you. You never got past it and ended up deleting the app. That's when you looked up and Phoebe was just outright mean.

"you were on your phone" she was almost whispering,

"yeah I was playing a really annoying game" you nodded along, waiting for her to get to her point,

"when you looked up at me you seemed disgusted, and I obviously took offence to that-"

"oh, my god you're joking" you really hadn't been disgusted, quite pleased actually, you have a very tiny thing for nerdy brunettes and Phoebe Spangler is the embodiment of that. But you weren't pleased with your phone, "so you're telling me we have hated each other for the past however many months because I didn't fix my face when I looked up from my phone"

"you hated that game, not me, that's why I hated you, and because I hated you you hated me."

"that sums it up"

You were both staring at the floor in disbelief. You had wasted months hating each other because she didn't know how to read people and because you were scared of confrontation. The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of you two taking deep breaths and questioning every decision you had ever made.

"does this mean we can be friends now?" The words felt weird coming out of your mouth,

"I guess, but we cannot tell my brother" you laughed together.

After what could have been hours you were both lying on the floor on your backs next to each other, talking about anything that came to mind, catching up on lost time and also filling the time until someone came to get you out.

The conversation somehow got to your first impressions of each other, "I had heard you were really nice so I was shocked to say the least"

"I had the luxury of googling you before I met you" she sat up and looked down at you,

"no"

" yes, you have a whole page on Wikipedia"

"how did I not know about it"

"probably because you aren't really aware of your fanbase, it says that on the page by the way" you said with a grin on your face. She just frowned.

"does Trevor know?"

"he does but he hasn't looked at it"

"how do you know he hasn't?"

"because if he knew what else came up when you Google 'Phoebe Spangler Ghostbusters' you would not hear the end of it" you were now leaning up on your elbows,

"why? What comes up?" She now looked really worried,

"nothing bad don't worry, let's just say quite a few links for a certain social media platform pop up" she didn't catch on so you elaborated, "people have made edits of you Phoebe"

"what? Edits? Why would they do that" she was even more confused now,

"like I said, you have a substantial fanbase" she was so close to getting it, you could sense it.

When her mouth opened slightly and eyes widened you knew she knew. "There you go" you smiled,

"people think that about me?" Her voice has gone quiet again,

"I mean you aren't terrible to look at" her eyes narrowed at you,

"but what about yo-"

"are you saying you find me attractive?" You teased,

"well yeah but technically you said it first" you went to retort but stopped, not sure what to say.

"I did didn't I" you tilted your head and she looked at you, unsure. You could see the change in her posture when she had decided to play along,

"but were you being serious?"

"I thought it was such a shame when we first met, someone so cute with your curls and pretty eyes, that turned out to just be mean. Obviously I know now that you aren't so I guess it wasn't a shame after all."

In that moment you realised just how close you were to Phoebe. Her knees bumped into your outstretched legs every time she shifted positions slightly. If you sat upright your nose would almost touch her chin.

"I was being serious" she whispered, you almost missed it despite your proximity. You had been examining her face and your gaze shifted to her lips and her tongue darted out to wet them.

"kiss me" you also whispered and she immediately leaned forwards to do so.

She pushed her lips against yours, you reciprocated with the same pressure and brought your hand up to her hair. When you lightly tugged on her curls she groaned and leaned further over making you lie flat on the floor.

Before anything could go any further you heard footsteps coming from down the hallway behind the door and then a banging on the door. Both of you quickly pulled away and put some distance between you and standing up. When the door finally swung open to reveal Trevor and Lucky, Phoebe just said,

"about time" before walking out with you not too far behind shoving the trap from the floor into Trevor that held the ghost that was the whole reason you got locked in that room in the first place. He had a defeated look on his face the whole way home, disappointed his plan hadn't worked. You and Phoebe had shared a look on the way out of the building and had agreed to carry on acting like you hate each other, just to spite him.

It all worked out in the end I guess.

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I don't know if I love or hate this so lmk. My ask box is always open and thanks for reading! Xx

[jenevawashere]

This was originally a reblog on one of @phoebeejeebies posts but I'm still internally screaming about it so you can now suffer with us! (if you want more context go read theirs first)

OK! I NEED TO RANT BECAUSE BRAIN ROT OF THIS SCENE AND THE IMPLICATIONS HAVE NOT GONE AWAY SINCE I LEFT THE THEATER!

Phoebe takes the chess set with her, knowing no one will be there because it's night time. She does all of this as if it is a routine she does once a week. It doesn't feel like a spur of the moment decision. This is something she has done multiple times since moving to New York.

Now we do need to mention, she is a fifteen year old alone in New York City at night in a park. That is a really stupid thing to do alone in any city at night no matter your age. The repetitive nature with which she does this suggests to me that she isn't worried about this because she knows that she isn't alone.

I have yet to listen to the soundtrack for GFE, but I have an ear for music cues and reprises (Infinity War and Endgame were music goldmines for me and I remember losing my mind at the music choices in the theater, so much so that my silent nerding out annoyed my dad). Somehow, without knowing that the reused the first bit of Chess, I recognized what the tune implied along with Phoebe's actions.

I don't remember who plays first, but when the other chess piece moves, she looks around as if she's looking for someone. Again! Keep in mind, this is a weekly occurrence. She isn't confused because she's playing chess with a ghost, she's confused because Egon has yet to materialize.

When Melody materializes, Phoebe is disappointed that it isn't him. You can see it in her face. This is something sacred that she does with her grandfather once a week. Something her family doesn't know about. Ok, maybe Trevor knows.

If Egon did/does actually come back to visit, you can't tell me he only spent time with Phoebe. He literally helped Trevor fix the Ecto in GA, he was supervising Trev the entire time. There's even a small moment when the Ecto is going through the field that you can see the silhouette of another person in the car through the back windshield. I highly doubt Egon would let his grandson do something so reckless unsupervised. (Yes this was probably a camera man or a member of the stunt crew or something, but if it were, wouldn't they have removed it?)

After being benched, Phoebe needs someone to talk to, someone who will understand, and he isn't there. Instead, there's this ghost of some girl that's on fire and, oh, she's kinda cute...

NOW! IF this is something Phoebe and Egon do regularly (as is implied), why isn't he there?

I think, he heard about Garraka down some spiritual grape vine and knows that the ice age personified can control other spirits, or maybe he read something about it during self imposed watch duty in Summerville. The only reason Melody isn't being controlled like a puppet is because she made a deal with Garraka. Egon would know how dangerous being around the orb is.

These are his friends we're talking about. This is his family! He left to protect them by standing on the front line when no one else would. They are his world at this point. If his being there even as a ghost is what will put them in danger, then he is going to stay the fuck away if it will keep them safe.

The night after everything has thawed, I'd like to think that Phoebe went out at night and went back to the park without the chess set. He was waiting for here there, ready to comfort her in the way he couldn't a few days before.

*takes a deep breath, then screams* AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[princesskenny1998]

Ghostbusters | Trevor Spengler x f!goth!reader ~ Black Lipstick

The soft hum of the firehouse vibrated in the background as you sat on the edge of Trevor's bed, legs crossed and fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of your skirt. It was a slow afternoon, something rare in a place like this. You'd gotten used to the constant activity, but for now, it was just you and Trevor Spengler, your boyfriend, hanging out in the quiet lull.

You glanced over at him as he worked on some old proton pack components, his hands deftly twisting wires together with the kind of precision that made your heart skip a beat. There was something so endearing about the way Trevor’s brow furrowed in concentration. He hadn’t noticed you staring, too absorbed in his work, but it only made you smile more.

“You know,” you said, breaking the silence, “you look pretty cute when you’re all focused like that.”

Trevor looked up, startled, his ears turning a shade of pink. He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, uh, thanks. I was just... I mean, I wasn’t really—”

You leaned over and cut him off by pressing your lips to his, your hand brushing lightly against his jawline. He tensed up for a second before melting into the kiss, his hands slipping from the pack to rest on your waist. You had always been the bolder one between the two of you, and it never failed to catch him off guard. You couldn’t help but enjoy that little flutter of excitement that spread through you whenever you kissed him, especially knowing how it always left him flustered.

As you deepened the kiss, you became fully aware of the fact that your black lipstick was probably leaving stains all over him. Not that you cared. You never left the house without your signature look—black lipstick, heavy eyeliner, the works. And while Trevor had never said it out loud, you could tell he liked it. He always smiled a little too much whenever your lips met his.

But just as the kiss was starting to heat up, the unmistakable blare of the ghost alarm went off, causing Trevor to jump back in surprise. The loud siren echoed through the firehouse, filling every crevice with urgency.

“Dammit,” Trevor muttered under his breath, standing up quickly and glancing around as if the situation would disappear if he just ignored it for a moment longer. “I, uh... I’ve got to go. Again.”

You stood up, trying to suppress a laugh as you watched him scramble around, trying to collect his things. “Hey, it’s fine. Go save the day, Spengler. Just try not to let any ghosts slime you today.”

He shot you an exasperated look, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks. I’ll see you after, okay?”

Before you could respond, Trevor was already rushing away, leaving you alone with the remnants of your kiss lingering in the air. You settled back onto the bed, amused by the chaotic nature of your relationship. It wasn’t every day you dated a ghostbuster, after all.

Meanwhile, Trevor was in full panic mode as he ran toward the car. His mom, Callie, and his sister, Phoebe, were already there, preparing the equipment for whatever supernatural event had set off the alarm this time. Gary, his unofficial step father, was also helping load the gear, all of them moving with the practiced urgency that came with the job.

“Trevor, hurry up!” Phoebe called, her voice stern as she tossed a proton pack into the backseat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he replied, hopping into the car just in time.

As they sped off toward the location of the disturbance, Callie glanced back at Trevor through the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, Trevor, sweetie... you’ve got something on your face.”

He blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

Gary, sitting in the passenger seat, snorted and turned around to face him, his eyes widening. “Dude, she’s not kidding. You’ve got lipstick all over your mouth. And... your cheek. And, uh, maybe a little on your neck?”

Trevor’s face flushed deep red as he fumbled for his phone to check his reflection. Sure enough, there were smudges of your black lipstick smeared across his lips, his cheek, and a faint mark on the side of his neck where you must’ve left a parting kiss.

“Oh, God,” Trevor groaned, rubbing at his face with the back of his hand. But no matter how much he wiped, the stains only seemed to smudge more, leaving him looking like some kind of goth clown.

Callie let out a light chuckle, shaking her head. “You two really need to learn how to clean up after yourselves.”

Phoebe, ever the deadpan one, stared at him from the backseat. “Are you sure you’re ready for this ghost hunt? Looks like Y/N almost finished you off before we even got here.”

Trevor’s ears were burning as he shot his sister a glare. “Okay, enough. It’s not that big of a deal.”

But Gary wasn’t letting it go. He leaned his head back against the seat, grinning like a cat that just caught a canary. “You know, I get it. There’s something about those goth girls. But Trev, you’re wearing her lipstick like a badge of honor.”

Trevor sank lower into his seat, cursing under his breath as he tried once more to wipe away the evidence of your kiss. This time, he pulled out a tissue and frantically dabbed at his face, but it only seemed to make things worse. The black pigment smeared even further, now blotching his skin with grayish streaks that only made the whole situation more ridiculous.

“Oh my God, why won’t it come off?” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

Gary laughed again, the sound filling the car. “Dude, that’s the price you pay. At least she’s got a strong look going. Could’ve been worse.”

Trevor shot him a side-eye. “Worse how?”

“I don’t know,” Gary mused. “Like... hot pink? Neon green? Could’ve made you look like you just got attacked by a pack of highlighters.”

Phoebe rolled her eyes, and Callie simply shook her head, trying not to let the teasing derail them too much.

By the time they reached their destination, Trevor’s face was still a mess of smudged lipstick, and despite his best efforts, he had only managed to make things look worse. He sighed in defeat, resigning himself to the fact that he’d have to deal with the teasing for the rest of the day.

“Next time, I’m bringing makeup wipes,” he muttered under his breath as he grabbed his proton pack from the back of the car.

Phoebe, carrying her own gear, shot him a smirk. “Next time, maybe don’t kiss her right before a ghost hunt.”

“Shut up.”

Hours later, after the ghost alarm had been silenced and the situation under control, Trevor returned to the firehouse, exhausted but satisfied with how the day had turned out. His face was still marked with the remnants of your lipstick, but he didn’t even care at this point. All he could think about was getting back to you.

When he finally walked through the doors, you were still lounging on his bed, reading some old book you’d found in the firehouse library. You looked up when you heard him enter, a sly smile creeping onto your lips when you noticed the smudges still present on his face.

“You didn’t even try to clean that up, did you?” you teased, setting the book aside.

“I tried!” Trevor groaned, walking over to the bed and flopping down beside you. “But it just wouldn’t come off. And they all teased me about it the entire time.”

You bit back a laugh, reaching up to run your fingers along the faint stain still lingering on his cheek. “Aw, poor baby. Want me to help you clean it up?”

“Please,” he mumbled, leaning into your touch.

You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and gently wiped at his skin, trying your best to remove the last traces of your lipstick. As you worked, Trevor watched you with a small, contented smile, his hand resting on your knee.

“Sorry about that,” you said after a while, glancing at him with a sheepish grin. “Didn’t mean to cause such a mess.”

Trevor chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t apologize. I liked it. Even if it did make things a little awkward.”

You smiled back at him, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his now-clean cheek. “Well, next time, maybe I’ll use a less permanent lipstick.”

He smirked, pulling you closer. “Or maybe next time, I won’t have to run off in the middle of making out.”

“Deal,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

As Trevor wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a heated kiss, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and happiness settle over you. Sure, dating a ghostbuster came with its challenges, but moments like these made it all worth it.

[tuliptired]

Cool Girl, Glitter Underneath Her Eyes

Pairing: Phoebe Spengler/Melody

thank you for the request! this made me remember how bad I cared for them oh em gee

A chess board. Phoebe set up all the pieces. A game, requiring the strategic back and forth between two people. She didn’t know what she was expecting, really. Who she was expecting was gone- passed on into the fabric of the universe. She surrendered to her reality, continuing the game in his absence. She doesn’t enjoy admitting it, but she wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it. It wasn’t science, yet she embraced it. It became her livelihood  Her mom was so obviously in the wrong, yet she was still on the sidelines. All anyone around her did was try to be her friend while she tried to work. She placed the opposing piece down a little harder than she wanted. 

Before she could start another move, there’s an arm over her shoulder. The hand connected to that arm, pale and dainty, retaliating. There was a girl connected to that arm.

“Boo.”

Phoebe blinked. A girl around her age, with short blonde hair, looking down at her expectantly. Very short, actually, shorter than her own. She had a light jacket over her dress, making Phoebe lower her eyebrows slightly. Dresses on a summer evening were impractical. The girl raised her eyebrows.

She stalled for a minute, before she continued the move. “Hey,” she said uncertainly as she placed her own piece down.

The girl paused behind her, before sitting down at the empty seat slowly. “I didn’t scare you?”

An awkward air. “Were you trying to?” She didn’t know if she should move another piece or not, hand hovering over the board before it occurred to her that she couldn’t until the other player decided to.

“Usually people run by now.”

“I can…leave, if you want-”                   “No- I’m not saying…”

The other girl dropped it. They played back and forth, so quick that the stranger won. Phoebe looked at the board, eyebrows furrowed as the teenager across from her reset the game. “You got a name?” She placed down the final player on her own side.

“Phoebe.” She contemplated what would’ve happened if she stayed back at the firehouse, instead.

“I’m Melody.” A new game started.

“Cool name.” The warm streetlamps above paved Melody’s almost ghastly white hands in a near orange glow. Phoebe wasn’t trying to come off as rude. Or she was. This just wasn’t what she was looking for tonight, or her summer, really. She didn’t want a friend. She wanted to do her job. 

“Thanks,” Melody moved fast. “It’s my grandma’s name.”

Phoebe stopped playing. “I was being sarcastic.”

She was unaffected, continuing the game. “I like you,” she admitted, not looking up from the table. 

Phoebe felt the urge to make conversation, even if it was trivial. “Why are you out so late?” Melody made a fairly smart play.

“I got off work late. And my parents aren’t home, so I figured. Night out on the town.” She gestured to the empty park around them. Phoebe was compelled to laugh, even if it was a little bit. If she had been looking up, she’d seen the slight smile on Melody’s face. “Why are you out?”

Her joy shrunk. She waved her hand around slightly as she searched for the right piece, as well as the right words. “I ran away from home.”

Melody lights up, face showing both impression and surprise. Her mom gave her that look. Gary gave her that look. Even Trevor gave her that look but it was different on her. There was no underlying motive behind it.

“Shit, really?” She won, again. Phoebe took the liberty of resetting the game.

“No. Of course not. But they make me want to.” Melody hummed in acknowledgment.

“If you ever do run away, you could always go to my place.” Phoebe fumbled her move then, losing one of her pawns immediately.

She dismissed the thought. “Wouldn’t I have to run away again when your parents found out?” Melody contemplated it with her head on her fist. “Start at square one?”

“My parents will have anyone.” Phoebe’s eyebrows twitched at that. She was remembering her own predicament, and why she was here, playing chess with someone she’s never met before. An unfortunate coincidence. She fought ghosts in her spare time- she trapped them, she watched them phase through walls and ease in and out of other planes. But there really was no concrete proof of fate. Things happened, in either positive or negative sequences. She was powerless to try and stop how and when things happened, so why did her natural sequence seem so screwed?

She didn’t express her thoughts with anything more than a dark look, Melody’s knight in her palm. “That’s their problem,” she muttered. Her opponent stopped moving, a near offended look on her face as she opened her mouth to speak. “-Not your parents.” Phoebe spoke up, weak and a little embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Melody bounced back, unaffected. “Who’s your ‘they’?” She sighed out her nose lightly if not to herself. “My mom. Trevor.” She scrunched her nose. “Gary.” Melody returned the expression, the game slowing down.

“I don’t know what they did. But I don’t like Gary’s,” Phoebe was internally embarrassed at how high and unnatural the laughter she couldn’t stop sounded. Did she always laugh like this? Melody continued, laughing herself. “I mean- have you ever met a coolGary?”

Melody made a move. Phoebe was too tired and too confused to reciprocate it to the best of her mental capacity. 

“You’re going back there?”

Phoebe shut her eyes. “I don’t think I have a choice.” There was an unexpected nighttime breeze that shivered her core, startling her back to attention. Her piece fell from the force of the wind, and Melody caught it, placing it on her side of the board as she ultimately won their last game. Before Phoebe could say anything, Melody was already halfway gone. She suddenly felt a franticness she couldn’t justify to herself.

“Where are you going?” She called out, voice reverberating through the park. Melody didn’t spare her a look back as she kept walking, hands in her pockets.

“You could follow me and find out.” Phoebe clenched the edge of the table, before rising hastily.

Stupid, stupid fate.

[bilyashvili]

TAKE A CHANCE(Part 1)

Pairing: Phoebe Spengler/Spider-Woman!reader

Word count: 2410

Summary: After the events in Summerville, Phoebe, and others moved to New York, where they continued to catch ghosts and stuff, but in addition, a superhero appeared in the city and Phoebe got to meet her in person...

After the events in Summerville Phoebe, her family and friends moved to New York to continue the Ghostbusters' legacy there. Everything was going pretty well, at least for Ghostbusters, while New York City's Mayor Walter Peck, the Ghostbusters' bitter enemy to put it mildly, was not happy about it. Time passed and Peck, fortunately, could do nothing, but wait, until they made a mistake. And they did. It's been 3 years since. They had a fierce chase through the streets of New York after another ghost and the damage caused during it finally gave Peck the opportunity to cause them real troubles.

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“Are you seriously going to listen to this old man?!” Phoebe said angrily, as she and her family just left the building. “Phoebe, we're not gonna talk about it. You're benched, the matter's closed” her mother sighed and opened the car's door. “No, listen, I-” before she could finish, Phoebe was cut short.

“Wow, wow, guys, let's talk about something else, alright? Maybe we could buy some ice-cream, unwind a bit...” They both looked at Gary, but suddenly heard Trevor shouting “Look! Spider-Woman!” Others tracked, where his finger was pointing, as they watched her quickly swaying on the web in an unknown direction.

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Y/N Y/L, also known as Spider-Woman. She was a quite ordinary Brooklyn teenager, until two years ago she got bitten by a radioactive spider. After that, she received superpowers and promised herself to protect this city and its' citizens.

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It's been a few hours since Phoebe got benched and she decided to clear her mind by playing some chess alone in the park.

After a while, she rearranged figures to start a game again. As soon as she made her first move, the opposite team's pawn made its' own. Phoebe watched it moving, then raised her hand slowly, waving silently and made another move. Minutes later, an anthropoid figure appeared in front of her. "Boo" they said quietly. “Oh...” Phoebe seemed to be rather confused, than scared. Spider-Woman was now sitting across from her. She lowered her gaze and thought for a second. “Was that scary?” Y/N spoke up first and raised an eyebrow under her mask. “No, I was just totally sure you're a ghost.” Phoebe shrugged her shoulders and nonchalantly made the move again, glancing at Spider-Woman now.

“Well, I'm not, but... I hope you still don't mind my company?” she asked with some hope in her voice. “No no, I don't” Y/N nodded and they continued to play in silence for a while.

“You know, some people actually call me Ghost-Spider, cause I like... Inspire fear in bad guys just by looking at me” Y/N said, gesturing at the same time like she was telling a scary story by the fire. Phoebe chuckled. “Says who? That big green goblin guy?” Y/N remembered about that day. “Hm... Can't really tell. I was busy being smacked onto the floor a few times.” They chuckled a bit. “I'd rather say a few dozens. It was all over the news” Y/N then replied “Well, I hope they got a good side of my face” They both slightly giggled. “I'm Phoebe, by the way” She reached out her hand. Y/N seemed to hesitate, but soon took Phoebe's hand and shook it a bit “I'm Y/N” They continued to play then.

After some time Phoebe spoke up “So... That invisible trick... Is this one of your superpowers or a modification of your suit?” Phoebe was glancing at Y/N curiously, then startled a bit. “If... That's okay to ask, you don't really have to answer...” Y/N looked at her now after making another move. She didn't expect this type of question, but soon enough gladly answered.

They were chatting for a while, still playing chess, right until the voice from the walkie-talkie rang out from the backpack nearby. They both didn't expect it, as a male voice announced, that an armed robbery was taking place. Y/N took the walkie-talkie out of the backpack and turned it off. “Oh, I gotta go... Thanks for playing and it was nice to meet you” Y/N said a bit awkwardly and waited for Phoebe's response. “Yeah, me too...” she then hesitated a bit, but added “Maybe, we could repeat? Tomorrow, for example?” she said, while fidgeting with her fingers. “Yeah, sure! Around the same time, deal?” Phoebe just nodded and soon enough watched Spider-Woman swaying away again, thinking through the whole situation.

P.S: Well, that's it so far, tell me what do you think! Love y'all😛

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #4: “Fighting for Family” Ch. 5

That night…

At a abandon warehouse, La Smaragdus sneaks in while cutting a chain with a garden shed and sneaks in while turning on the lights and the machine starts.

La Smaragdus: Oh hell yeah! I got you now you damn priceless diamond!

La Smaragdus approaches the diamond but then, the machine starts working as she gasp!

La Smaragdus: Yes! I’m gonna be rich!

Suddenly, she sees a shadow and gasp. Then, suddenly a metal claws grab her as she scream. She tries using her diamond powers but the claw throws her to the wall as she screams.

La Smaragdus: What the fuck?! Grr!

La Smaragdus then runs out of the factory and into the junkyard as she searches around for who is responsible for this.

La Smaragdus: Where are you?! Come out you coward!

Then, suddenly, she sees Jamie, Darcy and Miss Frankie throwing down a pack of knick knacks as she screams and slips on them.

Darcy: Suck it up, bitch!

Jamie: Alright!

Miss Frankie: That’s what we’re talking about!

La Smaragdus: Why you-

Then. A laser was blast at La Smaragdus but she duck and sees Kevin and his family with Principal Cooke and Randall and Janice on a laser machine.

Randall: Taste laser! FIRE!

The group fires the laser again at La Smaragdus as she screams but then slips on an oil spill as she screams and gets hit in the face by a wall.

La Smaragdus: DAMN IT!

Louise: offscreen Nice slide bitch!

Trevor: offscreen Hell yeah!

La Smaragdus looks up and growls upon seeing spill oil cans near Louise, Trevor and Phoebe and Stacy G.

Stacy G: Eat that bi-atch!

La Smaragdus: Enough! shoots her diamond powers at the people, who dodge it I AM GONNA CRUSH YOU GUYS ONCE AND FOR ALL!

??: Ahem!

La Smaragdus turns around sees Monica, who Krav Maga’d a bracelet out of La Smaragdus’ wrist and it shatters into pieces, much to Smaragdus’ horror.

Monica: Sorry not sorry.

La Smaragdus: No! You fools! This isn’t over! I’ll rock you! And smash you and crush you like-

A giant metal claw taps La Smaragdus on the right shoulder as she turns around.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Like, Lady?

La Smaragdus: What?!

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: You’re a bad actress!

Human Jesse then aims her claw at the gemstone on La Smaragdus’s forehead and rips it out as she grows powerless.

La Smaragdus: NOOOOOOOO!

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Come on guys! Let’s skaddadle on our new spaceship family bus!

Then, a spaceship bus arrives and Human Korvo and Human Terry opens the door as they help their friends up and look down in triumph as La Smaragdus.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: How you like them apples?!

La Smaragdus: What?! Who the fuck are you two and what have you done?! You ruined everything!

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: We’re the new neighbors the Opposites, and when you mess with Earth-4, you messed with its inhabitants!

La Smaragdus gets up.

La Smaragdus: This ain’t over! I’ll be back for revenge and-

Then, the police arrives.

Sheriff: La Smaragdus! You’re under arrest!

La Smaragdus tries to use her powers but to her horror they’re gone!

La Smaragdus: NO!

Sheriff: Cuff her boys!

Ms. Perez: comes up to them with the stolen jewelry And here are the gems she stolen.

La Smaragdus: No! You will regret this! I was going to make millions!

Sheriff: Yeah! Yeah! Tell it to the judge, Smaragdus!

As La Smaragdus is driven away Human Korvo removes his hair tie.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: So, what do you think of this hairstyle, Terry? flips it back and forth

Human Terry blushes and stammers.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: O-oh! M-m-m-y G-g-od! You look so hot baby!

Human Korvo chuckles and speaks Spanish to seduce Human Terry.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: You sure this new life is sexy for you, mi amore?

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Oh ho ho! You know what Spanish does to me.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: I sure do. And I love it!

The two human alien husbands kiss as they moan

Special thanks to @avaveevo, @asikreading, @themagicwolf6677, @king-of-squishmallows and all of my watchers for their ideas and support.

[king-mera]

Give me some Ghostbusters kid hcsss I wanna know about them hehe If you want specifics any podcast hcs?

Sure!! How about I write some Podcaast headcanons and include his relationships with the other kids? (I admit some of these are recycled ideas from my dead RP blog, but here we go:

He’s the one who came up with the name “Summerville Squad” and keeps calling him and his friends that even if hardly anyone else does. He’s trying to make fetch happen.

His parents had strict upbringings, they didn’t want to raise Podcast the same way, so they gave him a lot more freedom. Unfortunately this also means they’re a bit neglectful. 

His real name is Corbin Song. He’s embarrassed by it because Corbin means crow and “no one wants to hear a crow sing.” Phoebe likes it, though.

He knew Lucky before the events of the movies and she defended him from bullies when they were younger. Ghostbusting brought them closer together.

He hangs out with Trevor sometimes to play music (Podcast on keys and Trevor on guitar, they are trying to convince the girls to start a band) or playing Grand Theft Auto (they wasted plenty of time looking for Bigfoot in San Andreas).

Favourite food is shrimp tacos, or shrimp in general.

LOVES ska music.

The flying drone trap was his idea and his design. He sent Phoebe the plans by email while he was still in Oklahoma and she was able to build it in the Firehouse.

He is lowkey jealous of the others since he’s the only one who hasn’t been possessed, cursed, or mind controlled in any way. He KNOWS that would be a bad thing but he’s curious about how it feels and doesn’t like being the odd one out.

As an adult, he has a tattoo sleeves depicting various ghosts and demons the Ghostbusters have faced.

Also Adri if you still haven’t seen Afterlife then YOU NEED TO DO THAT RIGHT NOW! 💥

[hardcore-direwolf]

🐈‍⬛BLACK CAT🐈‍⬛: A DC's T.T. (2003) & Y.J. (2010) X-Over Imagine

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PLOT: The Team finds out the biggest fears and most shocking truths ever kept from the Black Cat by accidentally reading her secret diary about how she feels about herself. This bad little kitty got some lucky charms and some diamond claws to sharpen out once she comes back from her mission in Tokyo, Japan. How will they react to her changes? Will they uncover her lies about her past? Can they win back her trust?

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MAIN CHARACTERS: Felicia Drusher | Evelina "Eva" Gwendolyn Nelson, Freddie Dinardo | Richard "Dickie" John Grayson, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson "Jack" David Hyde, Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West, Kon-El | Conner "Con" Jonathan Kent, M'gann M'orzz | Megan "Meg" Marie Morse, Xena | Ophelia "Helia" Shauni Trevor, and Artemis "Artie" Lian Crock.

Mentioned Characters: Phoebe Starr | Zatanna "Zee" Zorina Zatara, Raquel "Rocky" Sandra Ervin, Matthew "Matt" Noah Jordan, Lorenzo "Enzo" Kevin Carter, Cyberion Technis | Victor "Vic" Anthony Stone, Craig Wyld | Garfield "Gar" Mark Logan, Abigail Constantine | Rachel "Raven" Angela Roth, and Koriand'r | Korra "Kory" Scarlette Anderson.

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Catgirl was sitting in front of her godfather Batman and spoke to him in sign language. He was listening to her explanation of why she won't talk about her grandmother's powers, the Lucky Girl was half alien and was a magic user. The Dark Knight held his hand up, which made the young girl stop immediately and nodded with an understanding look.

Batman knew her mother and father so well. His friends were loyal and nice to him that they let him hold their daughter, who's sitting on a chair in front of him at a conference room. The billionaire playboy was the first person who saw the symptoms and kept a sharp eye on his godchild, because Catgirl was staying silent about her pain.

"Eva, it's not good for you to hide your powers away and contain them against your will. That inhibitor collar has to come off your neck or they'll be no missions for you anymore, you're hurting yourself and not trusting what you can do. They saw how you can use magic, but this is what made you special and unique like your mother. Let me see your left arm," the Lucky Girl was hesitant and complies, rolling her long sleeve to reveal that the transformation has begun due to negative feelings and emotions. "I do truly appreciate your decisions of getting therapy from Dinah, yet you're still hiding yourself from the Team and not letting them have their pain back Eva. Your mother and her family was excellent help to you...just trust me on this and stop doubting yourself. Your insecurities will haunt you for the rest of your life if you don't tell the Team why you haven't been doing missions with them since wearing the Mask of Destiny and Helmet of Fate...please for the sake of your loved ones. We'll always love you for how caring, kind, loyal, and supportive you've been with all of us...including me."

Catgirl hugs him after pulling her sleeve down and covering the proof. Batman pats her back as she begins silently crying and sobbing. The Dark Knight let her break down into tears and hide her face from the view of Justice League members, who were part of the meeting about the Lucky Girl.

Once the meeting was over, Batman held her hand in his and ruffles her hair. Catgirl smiles sadly up at her godfather and nods. He lets her go back to Mount Justice and hears her designation number being called out.

"Bruce, I know you're worried about her like I am, that's why she got us and the rest." The Dark Knight sighs and hugs his best friend Astro Woman. "We gotta hope for the best and pray nothing bad happens over in the mountain, especially when Wally tends to surprise her the most."

Catgirl walks through the Boom Tube with her bag on her back and tired eyes. Her platinum white wig was miraculously stuck in a high ponytail and her matte black lipstick wasn't stained around her soft lips. The Team heard their teammate walking and saw the Lucky Girl still exhausted from last mission, which almost cost her life.

"Hey Cat, how's your meeting at the Hall of Justice?" Catgirl grumbled softly underneath her breath and tiredly plops onto Wonder Girl, who caught the Lucky Girl on time.

"You want me to carry you to your room Kitty?" The Lucky Girl nodded quietly and clung onto the female demigod's front.

Wonder Girl carries her back into her bedroom and gently set the younger girl onto her bed. Catgirl hums in appreciation and purrs softly as the Amazon warrior pets her head, coaxing her to fall asleep hard. As soon as Wonder Girl heard soft snores and deep breathing from the Lucky Girl, she smiles and puts a blanket over the young girl.

The female demigod carefully left the room and closed the door. Wonder Girl heads back to the lounge, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend Aqualad and shaking her head no with a deep frown. The Atlantean soldier understood that look and knew it meant there's something wrong with their youngest member.

Ever since the Team was formed...Catgirl was the first heroine to be part of it, she lived in the mountain and was always doing her work at her bedroom due to personal spacing. The Lucky Girl got used to the Boy of Steel and would be his support system whenever he's having problems with Superman, which shocked the Justice League cause the young mute girl rarely let people rather than them and Red Arrow be close to her. The rest of the original members in the Team will treat her like a baby and always adore Catgirl for being independent.

For example...the Team came back wounded and hurt, she sprung from her chair in front of the Super Computer and took them to med bay. Wonder Girl managed to heal herself and helped the Lucky Girl with treating their comrades, though an appreciative comment from the Boy Wonder threw Catgirl's brain off so quick that she went redder than a strawberry. The three teenage girls never stopped pinching her rosy cheeks since that incident, what got the Lucky Girl on her feet and running away into her hiding places from the trio will be the words "DRESS-UP", and all four boys will chuckle from how the mute girl showed fear for the first time.

"Is Cat okay?" Superboy asked the female demigod, worrying about the mute girl who became a baby sister to him.

"The League took her to an important conference meeting this morning, based on her reaction...they wore her out." Robin answered for the Boy of Steel.

"Roy did claim to me that Cat's been keeping a secret from us, he thinks she's the mole...but seriously? If she was the traitor, how come she'll always return back in the mountain stressed out and exhausted? That's the most dumbest thing I'd ever heard," the Amazon warrior explained to them.

"Unless...we could...you know," the teenage speedster suggested, earning raised eyebrows and confused looks until they realize what Kid Flash was trying to suggest.

"Baywatch, Cat will never forgive us if we do that. That's her private diary, it has her personal life in it." Artemis told him, smacking him upside his head.

"First off...Ow! Secondly, don't act like you wanna know what she writes in it." Robin nodded in agreement and the rest was hesitant, but they finally agreed to their plan. "Now who's getting it and the key?"

The Team said "NOT IT" at different times, Robin groans in defeat s the rest gave him pointed looks and the Boy Wonder does the deed. He slowly hacks into the room and slides the door open, seeing the Lucky Girl curled up asleep in a tiny ball. Robin smiles and quietly awes at his crush's cuteness.

'Alright Robin, it's just a book. My crush's book of secrets, it can't be that bad.' The Boy Wonder thought as he sneakily took her book case with the key and leaves the dark bedroom without being noticed. 'Cat must be dead asleep from that meeting with our mentors, poor little kitten must be tired from all those mission reports as well to stack that much stress on her body.'

Robin silently closes the door and resets the password to her grandma's name. Kid Flash immediately takes his best friend to the living room and they high-five with proud grins on their faces. The Team sat down on their chosen spots as Miss Martian takes the book and opens the case with the key.

"This is so wrong in so many levels guys," the female archer said while seeing the front cover has a picture of her with the Team on it. "She got us on the front and the back...let's hurry and agree not to do this anymore."

The female Martian takes the personal book out from the case and sets the diamond box down. Catgirl's private diary was themed with black words, gray covers, white paper, and silver lining. Miss Martian gulps nervously and passes the book to Wonder Girl, who gave her best friend a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"M'gann," the female demigod said with an offended look. "How could you? I'm not dying in the hands of a twelve year old girl...here Rob, you read it."

The Boy Wonder pouts at Wonder Girl and opens the book. Robin begins reading it out loud to his comrades, blushing when he finds out Catgirl got a crush on him and saw many insecure thoughts she has about herself. Red Arrow was wrong about the Lucky Girl, but they were beginning to feel concern on the mute girl's issues and problems.

"Ever since the League found out what was happening to me within the Helmet of Fate, I've been contacting my grandfather Kent through Nabu with my grandma's help and assistance with the Mask of Destiny. All the stress, fear, and pain was causing negative reactions to my powers and humanity. My father fixed one of those problems...that golden collar on my neck, it was containing my alien side from losing control and it sorta helped me. After twelve years of it on my neck, it's not working and was making it worse. The Team are starting to see signs of it, I've lost my appetite with food last week, I couldn't get sleep since a few months ago, and becoming much sensitive with my emotions on a daily basis that Batman forced me into therapy sessions with Black Canary. I'm afraid of the rejection and betrayal the people I cared the most think of me. There's five stages of it, I went through four of them, the fifth one will be most painful one cause this will damage me inside out and turn me into a monstrous freak. I got many anxiety attacks and went into panic mode during the meeting. I'm not relieved from it, not because my grandmother injected me with my painkillers and antidepressants...I had almost hurt the League. I know they're scared of me...who won't? After all, I'm nothing but a burden and a monster. Nobody can change that, not even the Team...I should probably run away and never return to Earth after tomorrow night when everyone's asleep. They won't be hurt anymore...especially when I'm gone far away from my grandmother's home planet." Robin read, closing it and putting it inside the black box.

The Boy Wonder locked the box shut and hung the key back onto its hook behind the case. Robin got up from his spot and walks to his crush's room. The Team watches their youngest male teammate slowly opens the door and sees that Catgirl was still resting.

Kid Flash ushers Robin out of the room and freezes when the Lucky Girl moves in her sleep. The rest drags the two boys out from her room before letting Superboy close the door shut and hearing it lock itself automatically. The Team frowns sadly as they stared at Catgirl's bedroom door and felt guilty for how they assumed that she's the mole.

The next day inside the mountain, Catgirl wakes up and does her daily routine before taking her prescribed medication. The Lucky Girl rolls up her long sleeves and gasps silently when she sees it got worse than ever from the nightmarish thoughts echoing her head. The mute girl takes a deep breath and hides the proof from view.

"Kitty, are you up yet?" Wonder Girl asked the Lucky Girl.

The young child quickly grabs her baggy jacket and a pair of black sweatpants to conceal how her casual clothes she loves wearing the most have vanished. Catgirl puts on her wig and applied her makeup before putting on her shades. The Lucky Girl heads out of her room with her bag strapped on her back with her diary case hidden inside it and walks to the kitchen for some fruit.

Once she found a green apple, the Black Cat vigilante took a bite from it and passes her teammates with a greeting wave. Catgirl pets Wolf and rubs Sphere gently with a softened look while going outside to the beach. The Lucky Girl begins absorbing some solar energy and feeling it generate some pure cosmic mana for her to devour by consuming the life-force phoenix within her inner self.

Inside the mountain, Robin begun hacking into the cameras and managed to get full access to the beach's ones. The Team watched Catgirl meditate by herself on a large rock and levitating, which made them shocked cause they thought it was all something she wrote behind their backs. The Lucky Girl used her mana to grab a bottle of nectar and drank the liquid, humming in content while she takes pure magic energy from the Sun and use the life-force from the Moon to try fixing her issues.

"Everything in that book was true, she does have powers." Kid Flash said.

The seven heroes noticed something glowing from her left side, the Team gasps in disbelied when Catgirl rolls up her long sleeves to reveal that her right arm was scarred and her left arm was encased with some kind of cosmic ice mana. They continued seeing the Lucky Girl getting distressed and on high alert. The mute girl begun taking deep breaths and slowly tries to calm down.

"That was her secret," their leader told them after understanding why she wore long sleeves and anything baggy.

"Recognize: Catgirl; B-0-0."

The Team froze to hear their beloved comrade's designation number called out by the Super Computer and knew she's behind them now. Wonder Girl slowly turns and sees Catgirl, who was looking scared and was actually frightened. The rest followed and knew by her scared expression that the Lucky Girl was caught red-handed.

"Cat, it's not what it looks like. We're worried about you," the Lucky Girl immediately flinches when Superboy takes a step forward and tries not to lose her composure.

"What was that on your arm?" Catgirl shook her head no while backing away and panting with a horrified look on her face.

"We're not gonna hurt you Kitty, we wanna help you get through this...just trust us okay?" Wonder Girl told her, following the mute girl and walking closer to the young child's personal space.

'Get away Opal, stay away from me.' Catgirl thought while shaking like crazy and trying not to lose control of her powers. 'Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me...'

The Team could see that Catgirl was sweating from the fear and discomfort while she cuffs her hands together to keep her powers in check. The Lucky Girl's inner self was trying their best with her host and attempting to comfort the mute girl from the tension. As soon as Wonder Girl got closer, their six comrades grew concerned and wait for the next move.

"I said...STAY...AWAY...FROM ME!!!" An energy wave of mana was shot through her hands and hit Wonder Girl hard along with their loved ones, who groaned in pain from the magic blast.

'I hurt them,' the Lucky Girl thought with fear and guilt. 'I really am a monster...'

Robin watches Catgirl rushes into the Boom Tube through blurry eyes, hearing her call number and passing out with his six best friends. The Lucky Girl made it to her stop at the nearest subway station and luckily got herself a ticket. She sat down on the bench and wait for her subway train to come.

"Excuse me miss," the Lucky Girl turned to see some little kids and gave them a wave. "Do you got some food and water for us?"

Catgirl nodded, she begun taking out some sandwiches and bottles of water from her duffle bag. The kids thanked the mute girl and hugged her, which she responded with a pat on their backs and ruffling the hair on their heads. The Lucky Girl got her violin and thought about something to do for the children.

The selectively mute girl put her duffle bag to the side with a protective mana shield around it and stood on the bench. Catgirl thought about the hard times and good memories she have with the Team. The Lucky Girl takes a deep breath and begins playing her song.

Once the song ended, the people surrounding her applauded for her performance and put some money into her backpack. Catgirl bows for the crowd and hands some candy to the children, who cheered for her generous gifts to them. The Lucky Girl put her violin back in its case and heard her train number.

'Great, Raven and the rest are going after me too.' Catgirl thought as she heard her crow cawing ring tone for Raven, hanging up and setting her phone on silent mode.

Meanwhile near New York City, the Team couldn't find their Black Cat and won't give up searching for the mute girl. Catgirl's icy aura left some trails that leads to her and the seven sidekicks followed them to reach the fixed subway station underground at Manhattan. The Lucky Girl must've gotten down there for a train ticket and go somewhere else.

Around Broadway, Catgirl stepped onto her destination and gave a sincere smile to the people who helped her with her things. The Lucky Girl walked upstairs and saw the lights in amazement. The mute girl was relieved that her clothes she wore was back in her bag, but her gym clothes was affected by the transformation and was worrying her a lot.

The transformation was almost done, Catgirl got until midnight and the pain will fade from her body by replacing it with euphoria. Her inner alien side was keeping her stable from the toxicity of every environment and person she walks into by accident. The Lucky Girl tightens her cloak and vanishes into the shadows of night.

"Cat? Cat, where are you? Please come back home, we miss you." The Lucky Girl froze to hear the worry and saw the concerns of the Team's faces.

Catgirl gulps while looking at the mirror, seeing that it was getting darker and the metamorphosis was getting close to completion. She checks her watch and went scared...it was around eleven fifty-five at night, which meant her travel through New York City and its famous place must've been lasting longer than a hour. Catgirl kept her breaths silent and her heart couldn't stop beating like crazy.

The Lucky Girl suddenly shivers from the cold air and tries not to sneeze, which will trigger Superboy into finding her first. She held back the noise while sneaking away and going between a billboard. Catgirl sighs in relief until she lets out a sneeze, which sounds soft and cute like a kitten.

The Cadmus clone heard Catgirl's adorable sneeze, freezing and snapping his head at the billlboard. His six teammates followed his glance to the billboard where they were having a music award show and realized that she was in Broadway. Catgirl begun panicking with distress while her ice mana went into waves of energy and kept glowing bright like the stars in the sky.

"Kitty, please...for everyone's sake, just show yourself and we'll take you home...safe and sound." Catgirl scoffed from Wonder Girl's words in response, she sees a clear opening and takes a deep breath. "Cat...I don't wanna chase you all through morning, it's Saturday now and all I wanna do now...is sleep."

Catgirl's black pupils turned into slits and she let her transformation consume her completely after hearing her watch beep, signaling that it has struck midnight. The Lucky Girl starts flying in the air and the Team begun chasing her. Catgirl dodged the signs and construct some cold mana to block her loved ones from grabbing her.

The mute girl found herself flying to Central Park and hiding inside one of the cherry blossom trees, shifting into a white cat with blue eyes and black collar that has a silver bell on it. The Team reached there, they didn't see her use her witch arts to turn into a cat and climb up the blooming tree. Robin and Artemis saw ice footprints of a cat leading up to the tree they saw in front of them.

"Cat, please come down." Robin said, desperately begging for his crush to come down the tree.

"No! Go away!" Catgirl replied, refusing to come down and face her fifteen loved ones. "Y'all went through my book and spied on me to see my secret! I just wanna be left alone...like I'm always been."

The Boy Wonder begun climbing up the tree, seeing Catgirl as a domestic white feline heal herself with her mana to close the scars and burns away. Robin sees the burns on the cloak and knew they accidentally hurt her during their chase, which led to her using her magic for a portal as a transportation route to Central Park. Not only that, Catgirl took off the cloak and left it behind after it made her feel uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes alert while she shifts out of that form and reveals something...beautiful. The Lucky Girl was looking extraordinary within her final alien form and was trying not to have another anxiety attack. Catgirl felt a familiar presence close to her space, which meant her crush and destined mate have found her.

The younger vigilante slowly turns and grew scared to see Robin staring at her form. She saw his hand reaching out for her and flinches out of fear. The Boy Wonder shushes her soft whimpers as he pulls her in a hug and she breaks down into tears.

"Shhh, it's okay Cat, we're not hurt, you're not alone." Robin said, comforting the Lucky Girl as she hiccups and sobs in his chest. "We're sorry for what we've done...please, just come home with us."

Catgirl closes her eyes and lets the Boy Wonder carry her out of the cherry blossom tree. The rest of the Team freezes to see the Lucky Girl went through her final transformation and became her true form. Robin cradles her close while she cries softly in his chest and clung onto him tight.

Catgirl slowly relaxes and turns to face the Team with her head down. When she raises her head up, Miss Martian was shocked to see an Anodite for the very first time and realized that bedtime stories about that alien species from her uncle were true...the Lucky Girl was one of them. The female Martian walks over to the shy girl and hugs her tight, causing Catgirl to freeze with shock and accidentally release a wave of mana from her body that made the rest of the Team relaxed.

'Oh you poor little thing,' the female Martian said to Catgirl in a telepathic link while holding Catgirl.

'Why M'gann,' the Lucky Girl whined while blushing and hugging her back. 'Conner, help me...she won't let me go now.'

Superboy joins the hug with the rest of their friends, Catgirl pouts at the alien couple in betrayal for their friendly affections on her and how it spread towards them. The Lucky Girl's inner felt the trust and safety within all fifteen sidekicks, leading for the shy girl to close her eyes in content. As soon as the Team pulled away, Catgirl opens her eyes and felt somebody holding her hand in theirs.

Robin squeezes it in reassurance before kissing her forehead and she squeaks, flustering madly while the rest smiles at the two vigilantes. Catgirl crosses her arms and grew a bit confident. The Boy Wonder sees the mischievous smile written on her lips and was suddenly floating around her cyan mana hair, staring at his crush in amazement for pulling that trick while their loved ones watched the two from above.

"You're beautiful Cat, I wish I could've help you with your pain." Robin told her softly while she hugs him and hums with a bright grin on his face.

"You and the Team did that, I can actually sense the genuine worry and concern y'all have for me. I finally realized that I wasn't alone anymore, I have all of you...especially you pretty bird." Catgirl replied before kissing him passionately and smiling when Robin kisses her back.

The two pulled away as the Lucky Girl helped them both safely on lower ground and smiled at each other, chuckling at the romantic scenario with amusement. Robin was about to kiss her again when Kid Flash cheekily takes Catgirl and zooms away from his best friend. The Boy Wonder gawks at the speedster in shock as he storms after him and tries to grab his Black Cat back.

"Did you get your picture now Artie?" Artemis nodded with a victorious smirk and sends it to Roy with the money signs on it.

"Told that jerk Robin will be her first kiss, he lost big time." Her four comrades chuckled before heading into the Bio-Ship with their female archer.

Robin came back with Catgirl over his shoulder and back in her human form at last, setting her down by his side. Kid Flash sped up and went in the ship next. The two vigilantes smile before stepping into there and holding hands together...as a young couple.

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[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy, Ghostbusters preference- when they get jealous?

ooo okay ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

GHOSTBUSTERS ; jealousy

includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky

warnings ; language

masterlist

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