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lowkeyrobin · 21 days

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Heyy, Ghostbusters preference- when they get jealous?

ooo okay ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

GHOSTBUSTERS ; jealousy

includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast & lucky

warnings ; language

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TREVOR

he's so awkward about it

he doesn't even know what to do at first like... fuck you want him to do??

he doesn't even realize someone's trying to hit on you til you give him the most pleading look of all time

and he literally has to run every scenario through his brain to figure out what to do without getting sucker punched

he's just not a jealous person in general either, half of its obliviousness, half of its just the trust he has in you because he knows you aren't gonna leave him. maybe

if it's going on to long he'll slide in, introduce himself as "Trevor Spengler, one of the Ghostbusters" and hopes it'll impress the other person enough to just leave you alone

90% of the time they just leave because Trev is too awkward to just say "Hey I'm their boyfriend, leave them alone please" lmaoo

PHOEBE

she literally doesn't know what to do bro

like on one hand maybe she's being dramatic but on the other why the hell is someone else talking to you like that???

she's autistic and it's very obvious (this isn't even a hc I'm pretty sure it's actually canon + her being queer yipee) and can sometimes be very blunt or awkward

"can you stop talking to them like that? thank you." while she's got this serious bitch face on

the person quickly scurries away and you're just relieved while she's like confused and a bit upset but doesn't know how to explain it

"pheebs, I'm not leaving you, don't worry. thank you though, i didn't know how to get them to go away"

she gives you a little hug to just silently tell you "Okay, thank you, I'm sorry"

PODCAST

LUCKY

just kinda stands there like 🧍‍♂️

kinda tries to sling his arm around your shoulders and signal that you were not up to hang out later

and somehow the person just doesn't get it!!

"Okay, uh, they have a boyfriend! they don't wanna hang out with you, please listen to them, thanks"

the person scrambles and he's just like "what the fuck I thought you loved me" in a joking manner

you both go get some candy down the street because that was awful for both of you LMFAO

she's a confident bad bitch okay...

hugs you from behind, arms around your waist and her head resting on top of yours/your shoulder

"Hey, please listen to people when they say they don't want to talk to you, take a hint. they have a girlfriend"

literally a life saver

lucky domingo is a mindset

"I don't understand, why can't people just listen??"

honestly same girl

she's always coming in clutch tho, ain't no way she's letting someone bother you, especially when she's jealous of the fact you're giving them attention

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters preferences #ghostbusters oneshot #trevor spengler x reader #phoebe spengler x reader #podcast x reader #lucky domingo x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn! reader #podcast ghostbusters x reader

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inevitablemoment · 11 months

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“you’re doing great.”

Word Count: 818

Warnings: Nightmares, character death in dream, parenting insecurities, past parent deaths, mentions of a canonical character death, past possession/loss of autonomy, mental health issues, subtly implied past suicide attempt, mentioned ableism

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Callie Spengler x Gary Grooberson

EEEEEEEEE! I’m finally writing for Spenglerson! I think that they’re so underrated, and I can’t wait to see more of them in the sequel to Afterlife.

Anything about Callie’s childhood that I mentioned in this fic is part of the headcanons that I created about her mother, whom I named Cathleen Paige Spengler and is depicted in my currently ongoing fic, I Want To Know Your Story.

Also, random thing, I missed seeing Paul Rudd, Ernie Hudson, and William Atherton filming at the firehouse BY ONE DAY! My parents and I joined my college’s redeye trip to New York, which meant we left Friday night, spent Saturday in New York, and were home by Sunday morning.

BY ONE DAY! I’m never going to get over this.

But, enjoy!

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Gary never slept well in hotel rooms, no matter how nice the most moderately priced Hampton Inn that he could find was. Besides the usual homesickness that usually arose, he was used to his bed being pushed against the wall of his room. He could share a story or two of rolling out of the bed in a hotel room

And he had struggled to fall asleep, considering that they were staying in New York. Even though he usually went to bed late, he was so jet lagged that he wanted nothing more than to sleep, but the city’s activity outside his window was too stimulating.

This time, though, the feeling of Callie in his arms had helped him wind down. The way that she had nestled herself against his chest felt like he was holding a life sized heating pad, and the rhythm of her breathing was like a lullaby.

But as his previous hotel stays had proven, it was inevitable that he would wake up in the middle of the night and never be able to wake up. Though, this time, it wasn’t because he had fallen out of the bed.

It was because he could feel Callie trembling in his arms, her hot tears falling onto his skin.

“No... no, please,” she was whimpering. “You-- you can’t! Please, stop!”

The volume of her voice began to climb, and her movements grew more erratic.

“Cals?” he began as gently as he could, sitting up as best as he could while still keeping Callie close to him.

“Stop, please!” Callie continued to cry before her words just turned into heartbreaking sobs.

“Cals...”

He turned her around so that she would be facing him. Her eyes began to open, looking into his with such... such sadness that others wouldn’t care to think that Callie Spengler could feel.

“G-- Gary...” she choked his name out.

“It’s me, Cals,” he promised.

“And... and the kids?” Callie asked.

“They’re here-- Pheebs is in the next bed, and Trev crashed in the chair,” he reminded her, gesturing to each of the children’s said position.

Callie’s eyes hesitantly looked at both Phoebe and Trevor, relief flooded through her as she leaned against Gary again.

“Nightmare?” he asked.

“The same one,” Callie answered. “When-- when that dog bitch or whatever possessed me... but it just makes me attack Phoebe and Trevor, and-- and there’s so much blood, and--”

She pulled away from him, burying her face into her hands.

“It-- I j--”

“I know, it’s horrifying,” Gary agreed. “But that’s not who you are?”

“Isn’t it?” Callie asked rhetorically, lifting her head up. “I’m a shitty, shitty mother, Gary. I just need to face it.”

“No, you’re not. You’re a human mother.”

“When I got pregnant with Trevor, I had no idea how to do it,” she confessed. “The grandmother raising me was a zealous bitch that wanted me to replace my mother for her, my dad’s side of the family couldn’t contact me in any way because my grandparents ran off to Chicago the second they won custody, my mom was dead... I had no one on my side besides my husband.”

She tried to hold back the tears as she remembered how dark those first few months after Trevor’s birth were... and how she wanted anything done if it meant that the constant numbness and exhaustion and frustration and feelings of uselessness and inadequacy would just stop.

“When Phoebe came along, I thought that it’d be easier the second time around,” she mused. “But then, when she got the diagnosis... the man that I considered the only man that I could count on, he just... checked out. He didn’t know how to act around her anymore, and... neither did I. I-- I tried to join one of those groups for moms with kids on the spectrum, but I learned what that puzzle piece on their bumpers really stood for, and I... finding resources just kept getting harder and harder as the money kept getting smaller and smaller...”

“Hey...”

His voice was gentle enough to keep her from spiraling even further. He cupped her face, wiping her tears away with his thumb.

“You’re doing great,” he said. “You’re doing better. I’ve seen you. Like I said, you’re human and you make mistakes. But you’re making up for them. I know how much you love these kids, even if it’s... it can be hard to be a mom sometimes. I may not get it, but I’m...”

“You’re empathizing with me,” Callie filled in.

“Yeah,” he said. “And I know that Phoebe and Trevor love you, and appreciate you.”

Another thought began to pick at Callie, and she voiced it before she could truly stop herself.

“You think... you think that my parents would be proud of me?”

Gary smiled at her. “I know they would. I may not have met them, but I know.”

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nadja-antipaxos · 1 year

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ALL MY PICTURES OF YOU - PART TWO

previously - part one || masterlist

Title: If only I’d thought of the right words, I could have held onto your heart

Rating: Teen

Warnings: some swearing and mentions of sex, but nothing explicit, pregnancy, brief mention of infertility, eventual character death cause it's in the movie

Note: I had planned this out forever ago and finally got around to it. I had to dream up who Callie's mom was. I absolutely adore Jade and wouldn't mind exploring more of her with Egon, even in an AU setting (where he doesn’t leave) but I want to see if there's interest. Please leave kudos and comments if you enjoy it. Thank you so much. Art by @lilvicsart send her all the commissions.

Word Count: 2,625

Phoebe leads her family, the Ghostbusters, and Gary down to the outhouse via fire pole. The sight of it causes Ray to burst into laughter which causes Phoebe to stare at her shrugging mother. Inside joke?

Phoebe shows them a table with a film reel next to a projector. She hooks it up and it starts playing.

Jade sat on a stool. Her short legs dangled off the sides not even touching the ground. She laughed as the camera focused on her. Her brown hair was long in a French braid and she had on a light wash pair of overalls decorated in paint splatters.

“This is serious.” A deep voice said off-camera.

“Sorry. Sorry. Serious. Right. Okay. I’m Jade Margolis-Spengler. I am 29 years old. Mother of one. Wife of one, I hope. I’m an artist and I’m getting my Ph.D. in Art History at Columbia. I, um.” Jade put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. There was a heavy sigh off camera.

“Stay there. I need to get something.” Footsteps faded and Jade hopped off the stool. She looked into the camera and smiled.

“I’m so sorry. You’ll probably get rid of this, but I just wanna say you’re so smart and I love you so much and I love our family. You make me so happy I can’t help myself. I never thought I’d be domestic. You gave me everything I didn’t know I needed, Egon.” She blew a kiss. “Okay, bye.”

She got back on the stool and the footsteps sounded again.

“You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Jadie, this is a serious experiment. I need your honest reaction and testimony.”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack, babe.” Her big brown eyes lock on him.

“Don’t look at me. Look at the camera.”

“Sorry.”

The footage fades until the projector screen is white again. Callie wipes her eyes. She’s never seen her parents together. She let go of all of those memories. It was easier to remember him as no one. But god, he made her so happy.

“Grandma looked so young.” Trevor comments.

“And beautiful,” Gary adds. “Not to make it weird. She was just very fetching. The smile and the eyes—”

“Yeah, Jade was beautiful. So full of joy.” Winston cuts him off. “Whenever I think of her, she looks like that.”

“Where did you find that, Pheebs?” Callie turns to her daughter.

“On this workbench. But I think there’s more stuff in this.” She takes her mother’s hand and guides her over to a cabinet. She opens it to reveal a safe. “Don’t know the code though.”

“Hmm.” Callie kneels down and punches in the one date that comes to mind. It springs open.

“How did you know?”

“Grandma’s birthday.”

There are two leather-bound journals and tin cans with film reels. Winston steps over and picks up the safe to bring back to the table.

“Jade got him that camera for experiments, but they used it for everything.” He sets it down.

“How about we get some breakfast and see what’s on these?” Callie suggests.

After they eat, they come back down and gather around the screen.

“Jade, Jade. How does it feel to have successfully procreated with a Spengbot?” Peter asked. She had a pink sundress on and looked very pregnant. She was so petite she looked like a doll that swallowed a planet.

“Fuck off, Peter.” She rolled her eyes.

Peter kept the camera on her and Egon came into view with a bag of chips. The second he sat down on the couch, she got into his lap. He handed her the open bag.

“Exactly what I wanted.” She kissed him on the cheek.

“Venkman, leave my wife alone and stop asking her stupid questions.” Egon glared at him.

“Then he wouldn’t be able to talk at all.” Jade stuck her tongue out.

“I normally can’t stand that kind of slander. You get a pass because you’re pregnant.” Peter warned.

“Lucky me.” She sighed.

Egon did not pay him any attention. His focus was on Jade as she settled her back into his chest. His hand rested on her large stomach.

“How are you feeling?” His hand was on her wrist.

“Fine.” She munched on another chip.

“Your pulse is a little quick. You okay?” He looked down at her.

“I’m in the arms of a handsome man. I think if it wasn’t I’d be dead.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Okay, this is disgusting.” Peter covered the camera with his hand. “Ever since you got together it’s just all about you.”

“I stand by that,” Peter comments in the present day.

The rest of the film reels were of Callie. Egon and Callie fast asleep with her in his arms. Jade brushing her hair. Callie crawling around. They were like a real family. Callie can see why he took those with him when he left.

After the expansive trip down memory lane, they spend the rest of the day with the Ghostbusters in Summerville. The town’s a little wrecked, but nowhere near as bad as it could’ve been. Callie waits until everyone has gone to sleep before cracking open her father’s journals. His handwriting was sharp, thin, and in all capital letters as opposed to her mother’s beautiful cursive. He was definitely a scientist through and through.

-Venkman and Dana went to her new apartment for a party. Stayed in the lab instead. No new developments.

-New client: Jade Margolis. Shorter than average at 5’2” and 110lbs. Slight hourglass shape with a curve to the hips. Brunette with large dark eyes. Husky voice. Artist. Claims ghost in the studio. Smokes, constantly. Not very safe considering the flammable nature of paint. Does not seem too scared by the idea of ghosts except for the tarp incident. Claims to have seen stranger things on the subway, but that might be a joke. Wants things fixed ASAP. Venkman knows her as a friend of Dana’s.

-Definitely a presence of poltergeist in the studio. Ray continues to research and I observe. Presence tried to knock the client off her ladder. Intervened before injury could occur. The client's perfume smells floral and has very soft skin. My pulse quickened probably due to the adrenaline of the situation.

-Client agrees to be used as bait to lure out a malevolent presence. Turned angry and choked her, but was apprehended before extreme harm could be caused. She’s more upset about the price than her injuries.

-My pulse seems to quicken when she’s around despite the normal circumstances of her paying for our services. Insists I call her Jade. I look over her injuries and give her some topical ointment. She’s intrigued by the number of fungi in my lab and suggests we test out psychedelic effects. I’ve always thought of trying it but never knew how to broach the subject with the guys. The mushroom tea is not very strong, but something about her causes my heartbeat to pick up. I feel my skin get hot when she gets closer. She has such large eyes. I tell her this because they are captivating. She wants to go to dinner with me.

-I tell the guys about what happened and how she makes me feel. They say it’s normal and that I’m attracted to her. It’d be foolish not to be.

-Dinner was nice. I felt we were at an impasse since I do not study art and she does not know much about science. She says we can teach each other. I like that. Her optimism is very natural.

-Even though dinner was over, I did not want her to leave. We go for a walk and I see other couples kissing and holding hands. I usually don’t like too much physical contact due to germs. She did not make any move indicating she wanted any affection. An idiotic bike messenger nearly mowed her down. I was able to guide her out of harm’s way, but I was livid. It did not lead to a physical altercation with the messenger and she was okay.

-I do ask if I can hold her hand. Mine is much larger than hers and seems to make hers disappear. Her skin is very soft. Her father is a dentist (which explains her perfectly straight teeth) and her mother is a teacher. They have some money on her mother’s side which is how she has been able to continue her studies without having a full time career.

-I walk her home to a modest apartment. I have the urge to call her as soon as I make it back to the firehouse.

-Jade Margolis fascinates me. When I am not working, I find myself wanting to spend all my time with her. Venkman says this is quite normal. I kiss her on the second date and it’s something I’d like to do over and over. She is led by whatever brings her joy. She loves to laugh and even asked if she could try out the fire pole. She was not scared at all despite her small frame. The other day, she showed Janine how to do some stretches on the floor. I had no idea she was so flexible. I ran straight into the wall. Jade never wants to bother me in the lab, so she has come up with creative ways of getting my attention. Her favorite is to tickle the back of my ear with her paintbrush. It’s her favorite because it is effective and it makes me smile.

- My green sweater is missing. I don’t remember leaving it anywhere, but I will be on the look out for it. Update: Found the sweater at Jade’s apartment. It does not fit but I found her sleeping in it.

-Likes: banana cream pie, hydrangea, thrift stores, cooking

-Dislikes: scrambled eggs, coffee (without copious amounts of milk and sugar), math, coconuts

-Healthy sexual appetite. See separate log for copulation techniques. Very vocal and communicative.

-I told her I loved her. She feels the same. This led to a vigorous bout of lovemaking.

-Finished making the ring and plan to propose next week

-She agreed to marry me and did not let me finish my list of pros before she accepted.

-The wedding was at the courthouse with little fuss. Her mother threw a reception that was far more expensive than either of us would have liked. Jade looked beautiful. See the photo below.

-No surprise, excessive sexual relations with little protection have led to conception. Jade is 8 weeks pregnant.

-I am much more nervous about this than she is, so I don’t want to worry her.

-Jade wants to name the child (a girl) Calliope. We agreed on Callie.

-Callie Spengler is born. There is nothing I will not do for her.

-Ghostbusters have stopped working together after numerous lawsuits, but we all remain in touch. Jade spends her time with her Ph.D., Callie, and me.

-Had to intervene because a drunk man at the bar was complaining about the Ghostbusters and Jade was going to attack him. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder before she could cause him any harm. She continued to threaten the man who was much larger than her over my shoulder. I carried her all the way home and hid my smile. Pent-up energy was put to good use in the bedroom. I feel extraordinarily lucky to have such a passionate partner.

-Jade cut her hair. Thought I wouldn’t like it. See the photo below:

-Mood slime. See other log.

-Bad news from the doctor. More children will not be possible. Jade is sad, but it doesn’t matter to me. Callie is all we need.

-Discouraging findings about Gozer. Will continue to research.

-Ghostbusters continue to be in business, but something far more pressing is coming.

-I won’t let anything happen to Jade or Callie. I can’t. I love them too much.

-Jade had an anxiety attack. She’s suffering and so is Callie. I can’t continue to hurt them, but the research has to be done. I can’t stay. She will never understand. I love her. I love Callie. I know she will never believe that.

-Oklahoma is dry and flat. Jade mailed the divorce papers. Janine passes along the photos she gets from Jade. Callie will need braces soon. They moved to Chicago.

-Jade got a job at the Art Institute of Chicago and teaches at Columbia College and DePaul. There are many articles about her support of gay students. Callie is involved in ballet. Does not seem to be interested in science. She is getting tall.

-Jade received an award for her teaching. The first of many I am certain.

-Callie graduated high school and will be going to college in Ohio.

-Callie had a baby. A boy. His name is Trevor. Jade included a photo when she sent Janine a Christmas card. She looked very happy.

-It does not look like Callie married, but she had another child. A daughter named Phoebe. They spend a lot of time with Jade. She loves being a grandmother.

-Jade’s parents have died. She told Janine she put some money away for Trevor and Phoebe’s education. Their father seems to have left but nothing breaks Jade.

-I called her house but didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to hear her. She cussed me out and hung up.

-See below.

“Beloved professor, artist, and LGBT advocate, Jade Margolis, dies at 62 from bus accident”

Twitter has been filled with posts about Dr. Margolis and the love she has given the city and students of Chicago. Known for her series exploring her bisexuality and fierce support of LGBT students. She was the curator at the Art Institute while teaching at Columbia College and DePaul University. Talented photographer, she has published two books, and had a gallery in Fulton Market. She is survived by her daughter and two grandchildren. Will be buried in Hebrew Benevolent Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, family requests donations to the ACLU.

- I drove to Chicago to see her gravesite. Doesn’t seem real. Feels like part of me is missing. I’ve heard of people experiencing phantom limbs after amputation. When she was alive, I missed her, but I knew she was safe. I tried to reach out, but she never seemed the type to linger. There is no reason why she would appear in the farmhouse, but I want her to. I wish I could see her again. I want her to peer over my shoulder and ask what I’m working on. I want her to know why I did all this. Why I gave her and Callie up for this lonely life. When I die, I hope I see her again. I don’t care about heaven or hell. I just want to see her. I wanna see Jadie again.

“I hope you did, Dad.” Callie closes the journal.

Fast asleep in her room, Phoebe sees her grandma with her short dark hair streaked with grey and her cat eye glasses. She has a purple shawl around her. She watches her daughter hugging her father. Then she turns and catches Phoebe’s eye. She blows her a kiss and Phoebe catches it. Egon moves back from Callie and Jade nudges him in the ribs with her elbow before taking his hand. Phoebe can’t hear what they’re saying, but her grandfather laughs. They disappear into the night sky walking hand in hand.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters II #ghostbusters afterlife #egon spengler #egon spengler x oc #egon spengler x ofc #oc: jade margolis #callie spengler #phoebe spengler #trevor spengler #tw infertility #tw pregnancy #fan fic

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leo-bandito · 2 years

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haunt me (×3)

#ghostbusters afterlife #phoebe spengler #okay idk im just thinkin about how Pheebs finally found someone; Egon; who like. Got her. Who understood her #Only to have them be taken away from her so soon. In the span of like what? A week?#Like obviously she'd understand that hey he's at rest now #And she has Podcast and like! Gary's there and understanding #And she has three new grandpa's who'll be there for her #but theres something melancholy about having all of that left behind after only knowing him for a short time #Knowing that he wouldve understood #And missing someone you barely knew #And wishing he was still around #Having that connection to someone who you'll never get the chance to know better #And then theres that isolation that she'd feel #And then repeating the cycle of isolation Egon started like Ecto and UHH BEANS SOMEONE ELSE SORRY were talkin about #Knowing that she and him were so alike and would've gotten along so well #And he's gone now.#Not even there as a ghost #Or a lamp lol #I DONT KNOW BLAGH #I'm maybe projecting idk but. Thinkin #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters 2 #egon spengler #GBA #ghostbusters afterlife fanart #Sorry gamers this has become a ghostbusters fanart blog fr

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pheebs-es · 2 years

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i'm going to have to ask you to believe me when i said i didnt break one of Grandads jars filled with potentially illegal things

#pheebs #ghostbusters #egon spengler #i think i inhaled it-

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goddessofmischief · 2 years

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i know it's not halloween anymore but i can totally see trevor taking phoebe trick r treating best brother of the year

Trick or Treat - Trevor Spengler x Reader

...

Trevor had hoped this could be a normal day.

Well, as normal as Halloween could be - he and you would dress up in stupid costumes, go to a stupid Halloween party, and then go for a totally not-stupid drive in the Ectomobile, just the two of you.

That is... before his mother insisted Phoebe come along.

“Oh, my God,” Trevor muttered, checking his texts. “My sister’s coming with us.”

“Awesome,” you said, cheerfully, and he glared at you.

“Yeah. So awesome.”

You eyed Trevor, skeptically.

“Hold up. When you call Pheobe a loser, and tell her she’s a nerd and if they wrote a book about her it’d be called ‘Are you there, God? It’s me, Dorkaret,’ you’re just joking, right? ‘Cause... I’m really close with my family. So, if all that mean stuff was for real and you didn’t have a good relationship with your sister... that’d be a deal breaker for me.”

“Duh,” Trevor said, quickly, wrapping his arm around you. “Obviously, yeah, I’m... totally joking. It’s a good thing you get my comedy, ‘cause, if you didn’t... that’d be a deal breaker for me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to text my sis. God, I... love her... so much.”

...

"Trick or treat!” Phoebe boomed, grinning at you as you opened your door to her and an unsmiling Trevor.

Oh, Trevor. Even you had to admit that the eldest Spengler could be... well... a bit miserable. Awkwardly so. He seemed to hate everything.

Well. Almost everything.

“The Spenglers!” you cheered, throwing your arms around him. He kissed you, shyly, and for once, he didn’t glare at Phoebe just for being there.

Instead, when the two of you had ended your embrace, he reached for Phoebe, attempting to play the part of the kind, sweet big brother-

And kissed her, sweetly, on the top of her head.

That was the moment Phoebe Spengler knew something was up, but she waited until you were out of earshot to pull him aside.

“All right, Trevor, what is going on?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Oh, please!”

“Look, there's nothing going on! The thing is, maybe it's you going into junior high, maybe it's you getting your braces off after four million years... but you're not the same dork you were. So I'm trying to treat you the way you said you always wanted me to treat you. Unless, of course, now you're saying you don't want me to.”

“What? No. No, no, no. If you mean it... that's great. It's like... a dream come true.”

...

“Wow, Phoebe,” you grinned, a half-eaten Snickers in your hand. “You’re right. Quantum physics actually is super easy to understand. I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without learning it - by the way, Pheebs, very cute hoodie.”

Phoebe blushed.

“Oh, thanks! Trevor! Trevor, do you think my hoodie is cute?”

“Yes,” Trevor muttered.

“Ooh! I love this song! Come on, Trevor, dance with me!”

“Nobody else is dancing.”

“Well, someone's got to start. Who better than a loving brother and sister? You don't mind, do you, Y/N?”

“No,” you said, trying not to laugh when you saw your boyfriend’s expression, “Go for it.”

“I know what you're up to,” Trevor hissed, the second you were out of sight.

“Oh, yeah?” Phoebe snapped. “Well, I know what you're up to. So, if I were you, I would start dancing real fast.”

“Or what?”

“Or I tell Y/N every mean thing you've ever done to me... how you glued my toothpaste to my hand, how you glued your dirty underwear to my head, every glue story!”

“You can't tell her any of that stuff,” Trevor argued. “Bro code!”

“Oh, I am not a bro. I am a "so." I am a sis! I am your worst nightmare is what I am. So you're gonna be nice to me, and you're gonna like it, or I will burn this thing down. So, here's how it's gonna go down. When we go back to your place, you and I are going to cuddle under a blanket on the couch and take a picture of it, like I have been begging you to do since Christmas 2007. I am going to put that picture on a photo blanket and we'll take a picture of that and then we'll keep going until we're cuddling under photo blankets into infinity!”

“You're the devil,” Trevor muttered.

“Oh, well, just so you know, she's watching right now.”

...

Finally, Trevor’s worst night had almost come to an end.

Almost.

Soon, he would drop you off at your house, Halloween would be over, and he would finally be back to the world of high school.

A world where there was no reason for you to hang out with his younger sister.

“Oh, Trevor,” Phoebe sing-songed, leaning back on the Spenglers’ couch, “I need the numbers of everyone I met tonight. That way, I can text them-”

“Fine. Whatever. I need to drop off Y/N-”

“Oh, Trevor!” Phoebe said, tauntingly. “Cuddle picture.”

“What?” he asked, horrified.

“Cuddle. Picture. You don’t mind taking it, do you, Y/N?”

“No, of course not,” you chirped, and Trevor had never been in more pain.

“Ooh!” Phoebe exclaimed, once she had assumed a pose she found suitable, “Now, let’s do one where we do bunny ears-”

"Stop it!” Trevor snapped."Aah! That's it! I'm done! Brothers and sisters should not love each other! It's unnatural! We're not supposed to get close till mom and dad start dying!”

“He's a fraud, Y/N!” Phoebe shouted. “He's done a lot of bad things to me with glue. He's been playing you!”

“-Actually, I've been playing him,” you announced dramatically, and both Spenglers gasped. “Trev, all that crap about it being super important to me that you get along with your sister... not so much. Trick or treat, sucka.”

Trevor gasped.

“You made me kiss my sister's head,” he uttered in anguish.

“Yeah. That was awesome. Did not see that coming. Sorry, Phoebe - I didn't mean to make you my pawn.”

Phoebe scoffed.

"Are you kidding? It was great! He kissed me on the head and he cuddled me -and I have pictures to prove it.”

#Disclosure: I actually took a lot of these lines from a tv show. A lot of them. This fic was heavily inspired by an episode I saw awhile bac #trevor spengler #trevor spengler x reader #trevor spengler imagine #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #ghostbusters #ghostbusters afterlife #phoebe spengler

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Merry Christmas!

(Venkman): Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! It’s me! The world’s best looking Santa Claus, Dr. Peter Venkman!

(Rookie): And me! Rudolph the Red-Nosed Rookie! (I mean... “Rudolph” isn’t my real name or anything...)

(Venkman): We’re here to deliver to our dear friends their Christmas presents. have you been naughty~? Or nice this year? Let’s see what’s in my ~magical~ bag!

(Venkman): And first up I-I-I-It’s Raymond Stantz [ @stantzy ] ladies and gentlemen!

(Venkman): Well, well, well! Lucky you Ray! Despite the various health and safety violations your pet crabs have caused by infesting HQ, Santa Claus decided you’ve been a good enough boy to warrant a present!

(Rookie): Next up is our favorite parapsychologist, Egon Spengler! [ @spengy ]

(Rookie): Congratulations Doc! You’ve been “Nice” this year, so Santa brought you 5 boxes of Ghostbusters branded Twinkies! Don’t eat them all in one sitting!

(Venkman): Who’s next? Why, it’s Winston Zeddemore! [ @you-and-me-always-forever ]

(Venkman): Ooohoo hoo hoo~ some fancy schmancy cologne from... Versace~ Maybe you’ll finally get a girlfriend, Winnie~, the nice lady at the perfume counter said that “Love, Passion, Beauty, and Desire” were the key elements in this cologne so, maybe it’ll give you that little extra boost, huh? *chuckles*

(Rookie): He’s got wit, he’s got heart, but most importantly, he’s got our tax details! I-I-I-It’s Louis Tully!

(Rookie): Wowie! It’s Super Mario Bros. 2! This’ll go great with the other game Janine got you for your Nintendo! Make sure to let me borrow it too! Sharing IS caring, you know.

(Venkman): Following our superb tax accountant, we’ve got Janine Melnitz! [ @ive-quit-better-jobs-than-this | @janine-whatdayawant ] Our beautiful and intelligent secretary who certainly deserves a raise, but will not get one anytime soon (sorry).

(Venkman): It’s an ugly sweater! Or cardigan to be exact. Another to add to your collection, but be careful! It’s dry cleaning only! Or at least, it sure looks like it, not sure you want little sparkly things in your washer and dryer.

(Rookie): Oh! Look who’s next Venkman! It’s Dana Barrett [ @dana-is-nolonger-insana ] , don’t you wanna handle this one?

(Venkman): Eh.. well, I... look, there’s a little note in there from me, so you can just handle it ok?

(Rookie): Uh, O-ok! Well, here’s Dana’s gift, for the very talented cello player herself!

(Rookie): A history of the cello CD, first volume! Maybe you’ll learn something new!

*There’s a note tucked into the wrapping of the present. It reads, “Merry Christmas, Dana. Hope you and Oscar are doing well, don’t get into any trouble without me, ok? Love, Peter.”

(Venkman): Walter Peck. [ @walterpeck ] A big, fat, lump of coal, wrapped in non-recyclable plastic and dumped into the Manhattan river. Go get it, chump.

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(Rookie): Woah! Looks like we’re going to use some ~Christmas Magic~ and go to the future, to visit the future of the Ghostbusters!

(Venkman): Hey Callie! [ @callie-spengler ] Hope you don’t mind passing these presents onto Trevor, Phoebe, and Podcast, we can’t stay too long to be honest. Time fluctuations, butterfly effect and all that jazz, science stuff y’know?

(Venkman): For you, Callie, some expensive Dom Pérignon champagne! For those nights when the kids are just too much, or for a special night with Mr. Grooberson, perhaps? ;-)

(Rookie): Phoebe, [ @pheebs-es ] the girl genius is next!

(Rookie): For you we have a mint condition PKE meter! I know it’s not as cool as your grandpa’s PKE taser thing, but we thought you’d enjoy it nonetheless!

(Venkman): Trevor, you’re up kiddo!

Now, I know this may not be... exactly what you want but cut your Auntie Mickey and Uncle Peter some slack! We’re from the 80′s, ok? We don’t know who’s popular or who’s “hip” and “happening”, all we know is that Doja Cat has some “boppin ass songs” and kids these days like her. Give it to me, yuh, or... whatever you say.

(Rookie): And finally, it’s time for Podcast’s [ @mystical-tales-of-the-unknown ] present!

(Rookie): As a new Ghostbuster, we thought it’d be great if you got your own copy of Tobin’s spirit guide! Now you can read up on some of the ghosts and entities that we’ve fought! (and will fight, I guess!) The info in here might even save your life one day!

(Venkman): Oh, and there WILL be a test on the materials in this book.

(Rookie): What test? Oh, Venkman! Don’t scare the kid!

(Venkman): Aw, don’t be such a stick in the mud, Rouke, it’s just a little joke! Anyways, that’s it from us! Remember, the Ghostbusters are having a Holiday deal, 15% off on all busts! And from “Rudolph” and I...!

(Venkman and Rookie): Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and have a Wonderful New Year everyone!!!

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Ooc: Hello everyone! I tried to include everybody, but if you’d like to get a “gift” from Venkman and Rookie go ahead and give me a message or send an ask! I don’t wanna leave anyone out, of course! And as said before, Have a happy holiday season! or if you don’t celebrate these holidays, have a nice rest of your day!

#rookie cookie #venky wenky #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 2 #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters afterlife #ray stantz #egon spengler #winston zeddemore #peter venkman #janine melnitz #dana barrett #louis tully #walter peck #callie spengler #phoebe spengler #trevor spengler #oc

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