#trevor spengler headcanons

[phoebeejeebies]

i headcanon that 1) trevor is bi and 2) regardless he is a fierce ally. especially for his sister who is lesbian. he celebrates lesbian visibility week on BEHALF of phoebe. who's like can you relax just a little. but he's like Woo!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!! Happy Lesbian Visibility Week!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(and probably make a dorky joke about how he can finally see her - as if he hasnt seen her every day for his entire life.)

[embodyingchaos]

❥ ofc i can! again, sorry this is so late! @user40724432sworld

yandere trevor spengler headcanons warning: manipulation, possessive tyler, toxic tyler, gaslighting, basically psychological torture honestly(tyler is basically just constantly messing with reader's brain)

trevor spengler, the man himself! after lucky had rejected him, he’d been down in the dumps before you came into his life

you, the sun that shone through his gloomy clouds, as cheesy as it sounds, he was enamoured with you, thought you were amazing and beautiful

it always starts the same, a small, little crush turning into a big, uncontrollable obsession

an obsession to stalk you, to “protect” you, to feel entitled to you as if you were some sort of prize, some sort of treasure

trevor was extremely jealous and possessive right off the bat when the two of you first started going out

he didn’t let you go out with your friends, or do anything without him, he was controlling and clingy and you hated it

there were some days where trevor would allow you to do anything you wanted, hang out with whoever you wanted, and it confused you

you didn’t know he was observing your every move, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to test you, he was like some kind of predator playing with his food

he gave you some sort of false sense of security, make you trust him, make him seem like he was at least a little bit normal

he would pay a bunch of guys to scare you before beating them up and “saving” you telling you that “what did i tell you? you need me. you can’t survive without me.” and all that gaslighting shit

he talks to you as though you’re a little kid at times, treating you like one too, he would scold you and lecture you as if he’s your father or something

you were stuck in this relationship, unable to judge for yourself whether trevor was a good person or not, whether you should stay or if you should go

after all he does give you the option to go, “you can leave me, darling, but you’ll always need me.” is what he’d say every time, and every time he did, you would hesitate to go

you were stuck in this never-ending loop of toxicity and psychological torture and who knew when you’d be able to get out of it

[ifangirlalot]

Finn eating pussy hcs ??

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, clit sucking pairing: finn wolfhard x AFAB!reader

Ask and you shall receive! Honestly, I had so much fun on this request....

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₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Eating pussy is like Finn's version of stress eating. Which, having so many different careers, Finn tends to get stressed A LOT… so you can only begin to imagine how many times you end up having to be his stress snack.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Upcoming interview? Pull those panties down.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Scene that's particularly stressful to film? Drop dem drawers.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Oddly enough, Finn almost seems like he gets more enjoyment out of it than you do. He whimpers and whines a lot, his hands pressing against your thighs, leaving little crescent shaped marks from his fingernails.

"Oh... ugh, fuuuuuck, yes. Just a little more.."

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 A lot of heavy breathing on Finn's end. Aggressive clit sucking and loud, muffled moans.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 He loves it when you wear dresses and skirts because that means it's easier for him to lay you against a table or a chair or something and dip his head between your legs for a quick pick me up.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 It's almost like he's addicted to giving you head.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Sometimes, he lies about being stressed just so he can get on his knees for you.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Expect to be woken up by head A LOT.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 As for Finn's "style" of head, he's incredibly good at (honestly, what is that man NOT good at, at this point). While he's down there, his tongue is a-flickin' and a-rollin', his mouth is a-suckin' and a'kissin'. Not to mention his tongue is pretty quick in its movements.

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 He also is a particularly big fan of secret hickeys. If anyone saw your thighs, they'd probably think you just constantly run into shit. Which I guess you do, but by "shit" it's "Finn's mouth".

₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Finn has a potty mouth. This we know. But what you might not know is that it's like ten times worse when he's horny. It's dirty talk, left and right.

"Jesus, you're so wet. For me?" "If I could eat your pussy for every meal for the rest of my life, I promise you I would never skip a meal."

[A Note From Zee]

OMG Y'ALL- I am getting so damn good at getting these posts out wtfffff.

[paradiseismine]

Finn Wolfhard Headcanons

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader

Warnings: a bit of fluff + lots of smut (but mostly soft smut, cause Finn is a gentleman)

Love note from Nina: I’ve just started this side blog due to the recent lack of new Finn smut content on here. Basically, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Requests are open and I’ll write for all of Finn’s characters (and Finn himself, duh), except for Richie. I hope you all like it, I can also take constructive criticism quite well (English is not my first language) :) anyways:

Fluff

- Finn Wolfhard was definitely born in the wrong era: you couldn’t believe that one of gen Z’s most prominent stars would simply love to show off some old timey chivalry.

- Whenever he’s going to drive you somewhere, he always gets out of his car, walks around it and opens the car door for you. When you reach the destination of each drive, he does the same thing, but also offers his hand to help you stand up.

- If he takes you to a restaurant, he’s also going to pull up your chair so you can sit - and, for God’s sake, you’re not even touching that bill. It’s always his treat. He just wants to make his girl happy, and you must let him, of course.

- Despite fame and all it includes, Finn is not hesitant in holding your hand or having his arm around your waist in public - as long as you’re okay with it. He loves to show you off, he’s so proud to have you as his girlfriend. Everyone around you must know that.

- Being a rising star, your schedules don’t always match perfectly, so he’s bound to spend a few weeks away every once in a while to film/direct something. That being said, one of his main love languages is gift giving: he loves to bring you little presents from all his work trips - mostly small dainty jewelry, beautifully knitted sweaters and well, basically anything that made him think of you while he was away.

Smut

- Whenever he gets back from a work trip, you already know what to expect: being showered in gifts and physical touch. He missed you a lot and you must know how much he did.

- Neck kisses are a must. Finn knows the exact spot that makes your knees buckle, and he’s not afraid to use that knowledge in his favor.

- There’s usually lots of whispering in your ear about how much he missed you, how good you smell, how smooth and perfect your skin is. Your earlobes are also getting plenty of nibbles and gentle sucking. He’s all about those pretty moans he gets out of your lips.

- When it comes to taking clothes off, Finn is always subtle and delicate. His fingers lightly trace your dress’ thin straps and pull them down slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him if you want - but you’re always as hungry for him as he is for you.

- Each little piece of newly exposed skin gets its round of kisses and gentle touching. Finn worships your body and your soul more than anything else in the world. He wants you to know how much he appreciates you, he wants to make you feel safe in his arms at all times.

- When the time comes, Finn loves to eat your pussy. He loves the smell, the taste, the texture, everything. The way you shiver under his touch, hissing and squirming, always gets him hard in a split second. His big warm hands know their way both around and inside you: the perfect speed, pressure and angle. That boy is sure to make you cum and suck off his own fingers afterwards - you taste so good he can’t get enough.

- Finn’s a gentleman, of course, so he takes the “ladies first” thing quite seriously. If you haven’t already cum at least three times, your pussy is not soaking wet and you’re not begging him to enter you, you’re not ready for him yet. He takes his sweet time driving you crazy before claiming you.

- As he lines up with your sweet entrance, he always always always looks you in the eye and asks, his voice faint with lust “may I?” As desperate as he is to get engulfed by your delicious cunt, he still finds consent to be the hottest thing ever - and so do you.

- After he gets a verbal response (‘cause I swear that boy can be such a tease if you simply moan), he usually starts off gently, letting your body adjust to both his length and girth. His dick is so thick it still needs some patience and adjusting, even after all this time you’ve been together.

- He keeps his thrusts at a slow pace until you’re satisfied. Then, and only then, he speeds up and allows himself to release. Finn absolutely loves to spill into you, filling you up with warm ropes of his cum. You’re his and only his, and somehow, he feels as if cumming inside you is a way to show you that. To show you that he owns you.

- After you two come down from your highs, it’s all cuddles and pillow talk. Finn is mostly a big spoon, but won’t mind being a little spoon if you want him to.

- In the end, all he wants is to have you in his arms as long as possible, savoring the peace and the warmth he gets from feeling your heartbeat and your body touching his. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

[inevitablemoment]

So, you know that necklace with the three stars that Callie wears?

Okay, I have a headcanon about that.

The necklace was a gift that Egon sent to Callie after Trevor was born. Her ex-husband was the one to find it in the mail and passed the gift off as his "push present" to her; it originally came with two stars, but she added a third after Phoebe was born.

In the Cathleen Lives AU, Cathleen is the one to give it to Callie, but Egon asks her not to tell Callie that it's from him. It's only after the end of Afterlife that Cathleen tells Callie the truth.

EDIT: When Callie divorces her ex-husband in the canon verse, he fesses up that the necklace wasn't from him, but doesn't tell her that it was from her father.

[papas-pizzeria]

recently I watched the ghostbusters movies I have concluded that all the spenglers have some of the 'tism

Welcome to my Ted talk

[always-a-weirdo]

Some Trevor and Will headcanon 'cause yes ♡

• Trevor is pan and totally chill about it. Will feel very comfortable with that. At first he didn't know that label but loves to know more about the queer community

• Trevor loves to flirt with Will, but it's super goofy. Will finds that absolutely adorable

• They met during a time travel, and obviously they understand that they should go back to their eras. Will suffer about that the most (please remember that they are at the same age)

• When they stay in the 2020, Trevor loves to take photos of Will and post them as Instagram stories even if he knows that they shouldn't do that

• Will loves 2010s/20s music, and Trevor made him a lot of playlists

• Trevor always drives and Will often fall asleep at his side because they travel during night. Trevor loves that. Trevor usually drives very fast, but Will finds that very relaxing.

• Trevor is sure that he can lift Will without any problems, but he usually hurts his back doing that. He still do it again and again

• They share clothes, Will loves to wear Trevor's hoodies

• Trevor do all the tiktok trends about couples and gets sad when people ask about his boyfriend because most of the time Will cannot be with him

• ( Trevor would stay in the 80s even if that will destroy all the time lines )

More to add ☆

[autisticllyeleven]

fun fact im correct

[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

[possessedramblings]

Phoebe Spengler Headcanons

NO SPOILERS INCLUDED

Her middle name is Elizabeth.

Her birthday is March 30th of 2008

She's autistic with little understanding of peoples feelings, or even her own.

She tried to keep fireflies as pets when she was little.

She gets along pretty well with Trevor, because Callie worked a lot and he'd take care of her.

Her favorite song is "Slipping Through My Fingers" because Callie used to sing it to her as a lullaby, and Trevor used to play it for her when she'd panic.

She has anxiety, but it's not noticeable because of her "blank" state of emotions.

Her favorite color is teal.

She loves polar bears.

It took her a stupidly long amount of time to learn how to tie her shoes

The first thing she learned to rewire was a toy robot that Trevor had.

She had an interest in antique clocks for a while.

For her tenth birthday, Trevor got her a silly little joke book that she carried around for weeks, until she told every single joke in it.

Her mortal enemy (other than ghosts) is the monkey-bars at any playground ever.

She struggles with her feelings towards people (both romantically and platonically)

She doesn't like hugs from strangers, or touch at all.

It took her five years to warm up to Trevor even holding her hand in public.

She leaves her chessboard out with all its pieces sometimes, hoping that her grandpa will come back and play another game with her.

She hates that she never got to meet Egon while he was alive.

[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"

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you make a phoebe spengler x male reader headcanon plsss?

Dating Phoebe Spengler Headcanons

You met when you had to call the Ghostbusters for some paranormal activity in your family’s home.

Phoebe was the one who responded.

She helped you realize it was a relative who wanted to say goodbye one last time.

Watching your relative ascend to the afterlife with Phoebe filled you with a bittersweet joy. It also intertwined you and her forever.

Turns out Phoebe has jokes similar to yours. While you’re not as intellectual as her, she appreciates your company.

You make her feel normal. Like she has someone who loves her for herself.

Dates include watching movies with her and her family, chess matches, studying the paranormal, hanging out at Rays Occult Store and grabbing a bite at the local bodega.

You and Phoebe are barely in high school so your PDA at this point is hand holding and hugging her tightly.

Phoebe was never one for PDA nor was she open with her emotions, until she met you.She loves giving you words of encouragement and affirmation.

Gary loved you immediately. It felt like he had a kindred spirit and someone he could totally see being an in law

Callie’s just glad that her daughter chose to date someone who isn’t a criminal or a ghost. She keeps an eye on you but you grow on her.

Trevor’s just glad he doesn’t have to listen to Phoebe’s terrible science jokes again.

Phoebe and you are Ghostbusters through and through, there’s no one else Phoebe wants by her side.

[ifangirlalot]

AHH I luv Rich w a shy reader 🤭 Could u maybe do him taking shy!readers virginity ahahhsjdhebskfj

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring richie tozier ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] mentions of prep fingering, oral (fem receiving) p in v, praising, just soft smut in general, sorry guys no filthy kinky stuff here this time <3

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⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ I think Richie actually would have took time to think out how he'd have sex with you for the first time, which is a first because Richie barely ever puts thought into anything. But really, that's only because joking about having sex is one thing, but actually doing it is like a different thing entirely.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Truth be told, Richie was nervous as fuck.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ You're a virgin, he's a virgin, neither of you have ever done anything remotely sexual, so how the hell is he supposed to do this? He'd been talking a big game about how big his cock was for weeks now, what if his dick isn't actually as big as he thought it was?

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Ultimately, he decided the best course of action was to do something romantic to make you feel comfortable. He invited you over when his parents weren't home, and right away you notice that he actually cleaned his room and had done a half decent job at combing his hair (which like, that's fucking pointless cuz like it's gonna end up messy anyways-) ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie started off slow, putting his hands on your shoulders while he gave you an oddly sensual kiss. Usually he just kissed you kind of roughly, which usually lead to a French kiss. But not this time. ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he finally got down to knitty gritty, he was very careful, because he knew how shy and easily anxious you were. He was sure to ask you if certain things were okay before he actually did them, and asked for your preferences beforehand.

"Hey doll, can you touch here?" "Is it okay if I put my hand there?" "Do you want the lights off? It's totally fine if you do, but just so you know you're perfect and I'd love to see if you if you'll let me."

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ If you wanted the lights off, he'd respect your wishes immediately and flick them off. His breath would hitch as you slowly allowed him to take your clothes off, one piece at a time. His mouth would greedily yet slowly trail kisses along your stomach and breasts while his hands stroked and rubbed at your thighs. ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He'd make sure to meet your eyes for consent as his hands ran up your thighs and thumbed at the button of your shorts. As soon as you nodded, Richie would eagerly unbutton and unzip them, tugging them down your legs in a slow, yet clearly excited gesture.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He would place a kiss over your panties before pulling them down as well and gently lapping his tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing? But based on the noises you were making, he assumed that was a good thing and continued with it for a few more minutes before slowly pulling his mouth away, his lips swollen and wet from your juices, before slowly inserting a digit or two between your folds to prepare you.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie would carefully watch your face, see the redness on your cheeks as you anxiously glanced at his bedroom door as though you were afraid someone would hear the lewd sounds and suspect what you and Richie were up to.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He was quick to assure you.

"Hey, babydoll, just focus on me, okay? My parents are out, no one will hear you I promise. Just me, baby. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. All good, I swear."

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he was finished prepping you with his fingers, he slowly undressed himself and removed his glasses with shaky hands. He took his time rolling a condom onto his length. He told himself it was so you had time to prepare, but really it was because he was nervous as all hell.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Soft, gentle strokes the whole time. His eyes are crinkled in pleasure while he breathes heavily and moans shakily. He's barely able to think straight, but he manages to ask how you're doing.

"Are you.. fuck, oh God oh fuck yeah.. you okay, baby?"

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When you're both finished, expect Richie to be all over you, in the cuddly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, kinda way. After your first time, he'd be more protective over you, mostly because he feels more connected to you than he's ever felt.

[A Note From Zee] So, I'mma take a bit of a break on taking requests (since my inbox has like five more I have to answer, which I will get to I promise), but I have some ideas I wanna do first, thank you. My next post is probably going to be a Yandere Alphabet post since I saw someone else do it and decided I wanted to do it so. Look forward to that.

[paradiseismine]

After party - Finn Wolfhard x reader

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader

Warnings: reader is in the public eye; soft smut (cause, again, Finn is a gentleman); praising; lots of dirty talk; car sex; sex while someone else can hear you (but they can’t see you).

Summary: you were Finn’s plus one on a red carpet for the first time. Heading home with him afterwards, you two are going to have a… Private celebration of your own.

It was the Emmys ceremony. Your first red carpet ever, and Finn’s first red carpet accompanied by his girlfriend: you. He was wearing a fancy black suit by some fancy stylist, and got you a beautiful matching black dress with a high slit that exposed your smooth thigh.

After a ton of pictures at the entrance, you could finally sit down to watch the ceremony and have dinner afterwards. Stranger Things 5 ended up winning the Emmy for Best Drama Series, and you cheered happily for your boyfriend and his cast mates as they got on stage to thank everyone for the prize. It was such a happy evening.

The dinner that followed was delicious and also a great chance to get to know the cast a bit better. Until Finn suddenly gripped your thigh firmly under the table.

- That slit on your dress goes up so high - he whispered to your ear, his hand slowly caressing your skin through the slit. - I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a bunch of guys staring at your legs. I know you’re stunning, but they should know you’re mine.

You bit your lower lip discreetly, you whole body feeling the effects of his touch.

- Finn - you whispered back to his ear, your voice a bit higher than usual. - Don’t touch me like this now… Wait until we’re back at the limo, at least…

- Sure - he agreed, mischievously. - But just until we enter the limo.

The rest of the dinner was good, you were able to keep chatting with some of Finn’s costars and a few other friends, but your mind was still on what could happen afterwards. That boy was such a tease, oh my.

When dinner was over, you two walked up to the limo holding hands. As you entered and Finn shut the car door behind himself, he asked the driver to roll up the partition. You looked at him in a naughty way, already knowing what he was up to. He only promised to keep his hands off of you until you were both in there, of course.

After the partition was up, he spread your legs open gently, making sure you were comfortable with the touch. You grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt, eager for his lips. His hand was gripping your exposed thigh in a way that made you shiver and moan into the kiss. Your moans have always driven Finn crazy. He groped your ass firmly, his eyes squeezing in delight, to which you moaned loudly in a surprised way. Suddenly, you put your hand over your mouth, remembering that you two weren’t alone in there - the limo wasn’t driving itself, obviously.

- Isn’t the driver going to hear us? - you whispered, a bit embarrassed, loosening his black tie.

- Probably - Finn shrugged, chuckling lightly. - But he’s well paid to keep his mouth shut, don’t worry about him. Focus on us.

He grabbed your chin possessively, leaning in for another passionate kiss. His lips felt like velvet on yours, tasting faintly of red wine, as he was finally old enough to drink at the ceremonial dinner.

- Can I touch you, beautiful? - he asked, the tips of his fingers nearly reaching your underwear.

- Of course, love - you reassured him, breathless.

- Can I tear these off? - he asked again, his voice raspy and sensual as he toyed with your thong. - I need to have you right here, I can’t wait until we get home.

- S-sure babe - you responded, pretty sure you were soaking wet already. He tore off your thong with a single movement, the useless piece of lace now tossed at the limo floor.

His long fingers went straight to your core. He knew exactly what he wanted.

- Ah, you’re so wet - he licked his lips in excitement. - Get on my lap, I need to make you cum. Such a soaking wet pussy needs to cum immediately. - he declared, making you chuckle.

You got on his lap, your back now wrinkling his expensive suit. He used the slit on the dress to expose your thighs and spread your legs across his own.

- Such a good girl - he praised, his lips on your ear, his long fingers now circling your clit slowly. - So pretty and poised for me at the ceremony, so lady-like… Now you can be my naughty little slut again, you can cum on my hand and let out all your pretty moans, my love…

You convulsed slightly on his lap as he continued to touch your drenched pussy, whose wetness made splashy noises that echoed through the entire backseat.

- Finn… - you moaned his name, you mouth agape and your eyes fluttering shut as your climax approached.

- Yes, baby girl, cum for me… I know how to touch you just the way you like, don’t I? You just have to cum, you can’t help it…

You nearly screamed as you came undone under his touch. Your entire body was shaking, squirming, completely wild as your orgasm took over.

- It’s such a shame there’s no mirror on here - Finn cooed to your ear. - You should see how pretty you look while you’re cumming for me.

That dirty mouth was driving you crazy. With his hand still over your pussy, he now took his slick fingers and slowly inserted them into your dripping hole. You could hear Finn pulling air in between his teeth as his fingers were swallowed by your cunt.

- One more time, love? - he said, but you knew it wasn’t a question. Finn absolutely adored getting you to cum multiple times before he even entered you.

His fingers curled inside your soaking wet pussy, finding your g-spot in mere seconds. Massaging your sensitive insides and feeling you clench around his fingers, it’s obvious he couldn’t stay quiet.

- I love seeing you like this - he nibbled on your earlobe. - All spread out for me, moaning my name, desperate for relief… Such a needy little slut.

- Finn, love… - you managed to moan in return. - I’ll…

- Are you gonna cum all over me, baby girl, yeah? Are you gonna make a mess on the backseat with your sweet dripping pussy?

You squirted uncontrollably onto his hand, covering the leather backseat in your arousal, just as he had said. Ugh, he knew you so well. His fingers left your core and met his lips, as Finn loved to taste you after he’d make you cum.

The sight of him sucking off his fingers reminded you of how much you loved to suck his dick. You mouth was watering at the mere thought of having his thick shaft down your throat. You needed him, you needed to please him. Now.

You reached for his belt, trying to unbuckle it in a clumsy way. Finn gently put his right hand over yours.

- Not now, my princess… I’ll have my pleasure once we get home and I tear that dress off your body. - he sounded so feral you could feel some more wetness build up inside you.

You couldn’t wait till you two would finally get home.

[urmom-richietozier1]

What if Melody turned human instead of moving on?

Phoebe spengler x Melody

Headcanons if Melody became a ghost.

●it took around 4 months until phoebe asked melody out.

●but before that she had to come out to her mum, Gary and Trevor.

●when she did come out to them they supported (I wish my parents supported me when I came out)

●When they did get together they would spend every night together in bed cuddling

●Melody is 100% the big spoon and Phoebe is the little spoon.

●IT makes phoebe feel as if the weight is off her shoulders when she's the little spoon.

●Like she doesn't have to be in control.

●In the day time while phoebe wasn't out ghostbusting they would go and play chess if it was nice weather. But if it was so windy or wet or cold to go out they would just say at home and watch movies.

●they would most likely watch ghost movies and both of them complain how fake it is.

●Trevor would probs make fun of phoebe (as a joke obviously) but if lucky was there he would get a wack on the back if the head. If it was just him then melody probs threatened him

[simplydowntown]

STUPID HALLOWEEN HEADCANONS

richie tozier buys a cheap halloween mask and sneaks up behind you before going “BOO!”

mike wheeler buys a fuck-ton of candy and says he’s too old for trick or treating, but then goes with you to the richest neighborhoods and asks for some of the big candy bars.

miles fairchild sits on the floor next to you while you watch horror movies, enjoying the way you flinch every single time there’s a jump scare.

boris pavlikovsky hides and waits for kids to trick or treat at your doorstep to jump out and yell at them, laughing when they scream and run away. he finds it cute when you scold him.

trevor spengler takes you to ride around the ectomobile before bringing you to see a ghost movie, laughing at how “unrealistic” it is.