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merryghoul here again, and it's now time to show love to our female characters. Femslash, gen, or solo fics, it's all welcome, as long as there are female characters present.

The rules:

No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces

Format:

Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:

Leverage, Parker/Sophie, forced to dance together
Torchwood, Tosh/Suzie, celebrating Suzie's birthday
Sherlock, Donovan, a break from the Yard and Sherlock

Can't find anything that matches your interests? There's always the lonely prompts.

tag=FemaleCharacters

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From:

orlidepp.livejournal.com

She's been the best secretary in the tri-state area now for years, but she's never had to work like she does here. Working for the Ghostbusters is like taking care of teenagers. She keeps their refrigerator stocked, cleans their uniforms, keeps their business running smoothly, or at least as smoothly as a business that fights the paranormal can run, and forces payments out of deadbeat customers who think they can get away without paying now that the ghosts are gone. Of course, getting those payments usually isn't too hard once she starts threatening to release them from the containment unit, but the boys don't need to know that. There was even one time when the team was sick and she took care of all four of them while scrubbing the bathrooms behind them.

That episode made her break all ten nails. She doesn't remember getting a "thank you" from them then, and she hasn't gotten one since. She's been possessed, slimed, and had her life threatened on an almost daily basis since coming to work at this place, but most of the time, she can tell herself that it's all worth it to be a part of this grand adventure while helping the only heroes their realm has left to save the world.

But, today, is the last straw. She's had enough. She's going to walk out. There haven't been any ghosts yet to bother or scare her; not even Slimer has shown up. She'd almost welcome him; at least, he always comes with a hug.

There are tears in her eyes as she snatches her purse up and starts to turn from her desk, her desk that is sadly empty and void of any card, flowers, cake, or other signs of gratitude. It's supposed to be her day, National Secretary Appreciation Day, and there's no one here to tell her "thank you" for all she does.

Not that they would any way, she thinks sniffing. They're as thankful as teenagers, and teenagers never thank their parents. She looks up, suddenly, as she hears Ecto wailing. They'd already been out on a call, evidently, which was why no one had been present to greet her when she'd arrived. That didn't excuse them from not having left some sign of thanks on her desk, however.

She frowns as she realizes that the siren's still blazing. It only hushes when Ecto flies in to the firehouse. Four doors pop open, and the Ghostbusters and Slimer rush out. Slimer reaches her first an slimes her before she can move, hugging her tightly and kissing her numerous times. Janine starts screeching her complaints, but they die in her throat as she sees the men standing behind the yucky ghost and each looking more sheepish than the last.

Always the ladies' man, Vankman moves in first. He presses a big box of chocolates into her hands and then kisses the one spot left unmarked by Slimer on her cheek. Winston shyly hands her a piece of paper; her smile grows in surprise when she reads the free work he's promising her on her car for the next year. Ray brings more sweets in the form of a big box of doughnuts and a bigger hug.

Then, there's Egon, who's as bashful as ever. "Janine," he starts mumbling, pushing his glasses back up on his nose as he blushes red, "I-I didn't know what to . . . to get you . . . "

"Oh, just go ahead and give it to her, you big lug!" Peter pushes Egon, and what happens next is something Janine has dreamed of ever since meeting the scientist.

He falls face forward. She reaches up instinctively to help him keep from falling, and her arms go around him. His mouth lands on hers, and although he quickly pulls himself away, his handsome face redder than any apple, Janine knows there's nowhere else she's ever going to want to be than right here with these four wonderful men who will never grow up or stop chasing the monsters in which the world refuses to believe but they know are real.

She's smiling bigger than she's ever smiled when the gang shouts, "THANK YOU, JANINE!"