I originally drew this last year but decided to redraw it in my current style, dont think much has changed but I definitely stepped away from my inspo for jjba as much as I love jjba
Old ver + new w/o text
I lov,, her sm..
Also extra :
Might b a janegon fanatic oops.. theyre cute to me.. id love to talk abt them or idw ghostbusters w anyone cus I rlly love the comics.. theyre so silly
Part 2 of an unnamed Ghostbusters Christmas/ holiday fic! Read part 1 here.
A few hours passed. Peter couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, half waiting for the ghosts of Christmas past to visit.
“Am I really such a Scrooge?” he asked himself, pulling a pillow over his head. He couldn’t remember having a single good Christmas. At least when he worked at the university, he could hide alone in his campus apartment and eat a frozen dinner in peace. But no ghosts showed up tonight, and he finally fell asleep.
Janine also couldn’t sleep. Being in the firehouse overnight felt much different than during the day. Even her favorite black pajamas with little pink bows couldn’t assuage her uneasiness.
Then it hit her, she’d forgotten something important. It was nearly midnight when Janine slid her pink slippers on and got out of bed. She hadn’t lit the menorah—it was nearly the end of Hanukkah, and she wasn’t going to miss a night.
“Those candles and matches must be somewhere,” she said quietly, fumbling around her desk. Then she was startled by footsteps coming from upstairs. “Who’s there?!”
Egon appeared with a small battery-powered flashlight in one hand and a silver-colored menorah in the other hand. “I was so busy monitoring the containment grid that I forgot to light it,” he told Janine, walking over to join her.
She had never seen him in his pajamas before: a blue plaid set with dark blue piping. His hair was slightly tousled. It was far from the professional and polished Egon whom she usually saw during business hours.
“Thanks, I was looking for that. I was so busy wrapping that I totally missed sundown,” Janine responded, suddenly locating the candles on the far end of her desk. But the lights were low, and she still didn’t know where her matches were. She also tried to not focus on how attractive Egon looked in his pajamas—a difficult task, since he was standing inches away from her.
”Am I missing a party!?” Ray said as he sped downstairs, hearing his teammates chatting down below. Egon and Janine looked up with confusion as Ray situated himself in the lobby. He’d forgotten to put cookies and milk out for Santa. “So what if it’s a kid thing? Santa won’t mind if I do it,” he said with a grin.
Ray was a lot more casual than Egon, in a pair of thick black sweatpants and an oversized gray hoodie. Janine could see a boyish twinkle in his eye, and the love with which he carefully placed three cookies and a small glass of milk beside the tree. “It truly is the most wonderful time of the year,” he whispered with a smile.
Once Ray finished, he turned around to see Egon and Janine watching him like two proud parents. They were standing awfully close together, Ray thought to himself. He also noticed the menorah in Egon’s hand and the candles in Janine’s hand.
“You guys need a light?” Ray asked. He went over to his locker and pulled out a lighter.
Egon put the menorah on a side table near Peter’s office, clearing it of stray papers and anything else that could set on fire—stray potato chip bags, old newspaper comic strips, and a surprisingly large number of bubble gum wrappers. (Egon wondered if maybe Peter was finally trying to quit smoking.)
”Do you want to put it by the window over there?” Ray asked. There was a perfect spot in the lobby for the menorah to face the street.
Janine paused. “Let’s just keep it here for tonight,” she said without elaborating.
Egon took the candles from Janine, setting them in the menorah. He lit the candles using the shamash—the special candle used to light the others—and followed the simple rituals that had been passed down for thousands of years.
The three of them stood back for a moment to appreciate the whole scene. The lobby was illuminated by the warm glow of the Christmas tree, its gold ornaments twinkling in the low light. Ray was especially proud of the popcorn garlands that he’d strung by hand; he had made enough for the whole tree, plus the giant wreath on the firehouse front door. Manischewitz candles flickered in the menorah, already half melted; Egon insisted on fast burning candles, rather than leaving an open flame unattended all night in a facility full of unlicensed nuclear material.
“If I can’t be with my family, I’m glad to be here with you guys,” Ray gushed, in sterling himself between Egon and Janine and giving them both a side hug. “Now let’s get to bed.” He was already halfway up the stairs as his words trailed off.
”Thanks for getting the menorah,” Janine said to Egon.
“Glad to help,” Egon said. He almost said something else, then stopped himself. Then he finally decided to blurt it out. “Nice pajamas,” he told Janine.
Now she was blushing. ”Thanks,” she said with surprise. “See you in the morning.”
