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Janelle Monáe lyrics: Nobody Told Her About the Program (Ghostbusters 2016)
Title: Nobody Told Her About the Program
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Characters/Pairings: Erin Gilbert/Jillian Holtzmann
Rating: G
Words: 211
Prompt: Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder
Erin was still smiling down at the lights of New York after Abby’d loudly declared pizza had arrived, and fuck Chinese, specifying she meant Chinese takeout, not Chinese people. Her and Patty’s voices diminished down into the staircase and she was alone; or so she thought.
“So, how’s it feel to be popular?”
Erin jumped as Jillian Holtzmann slid up the railing to lean over right next to her, that damn know-it -all smile plastered on her face. In the neon-dotted dark her pale hair shone like a beacon.
“Pretty good.” Erin’s smile returned and she hugged her arms to herself. “I know it shouldn’t matter. It’s just… It’s nice to be liked.”
“You’ve got some damage, haven’t you.”
“I do not!”
“They won’t like you for long, you know. That’s why it doesn’t matter.” There was a frown between Holtzmann’s eyebrows, as if she was pushing herself to talk about... emotions. That was… kinda sweet. “You gotta like you. You gotta like your life.”
“Like you?”
A smile spread on Holtzmann’s lips, tugging one side up. “That too.”
“What?”
“Come on, Gilbert. Get with the program.”
“What—What’s the program?”
“Shh,” said Holtzmann and slid up even closer, making Erin’s heart beat a staccato of fear-mixed excitement. “I’ll show you.”
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Characters/Pairings: Erin Gilbert/Jillian Holtzmann
Rating: G
Words: 211
Prompt: Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder
Erin was still smiling down at the lights of New York after Abby’d loudly declared pizza had arrived, and fuck Chinese, specifying she meant Chinese takeout, not Chinese people. Her and Patty’s voices diminished down into the staircase and she was alone; or so she thought.
“So, how’s it feel to be popular?”
Erin jumped as Jillian Holtzmann slid up the railing to lean over right next to her, that damn know-it -all smile plastered on her face. In the neon-dotted dark her pale hair shone like a beacon.
“Pretty good.” Erin’s smile returned and she hugged her arms to herself. “I know it shouldn’t matter. It’s just… It’s nice to be liked.”
“You’ve got some damage, haven’t you.”
“I do not!”
“They won’t like you for long, you know. That’s why it doesn’t matter.” There was a frown between Holtzmann’s eyebrows, as if she was pushing herself to talk about... emotions. That was… kinda sweet. “You gotta like you. You gotta like your life.”
“Like you?”
A smile spread on Holtzmann’s lips, tugging one side up. “That too.”
“What?”
“Come on, Gilbert. Get with the program.”
“What—What’s the program?”
“Shh,” said Holtzmann and slid up even closer, making Erin’s heart beat a staccato of fear-mixed excitement. “I’ll show you.”