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Drops of Jupiter

This is the beginning of a Holtzbert fic i’m writing, it’s loosely based on the song Drops of Jupiter by Train....it’s only slightly holtzbert to begin with but there will be more don’t worry.

here’s the link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Xf-Lesrkuc

Now that she's back in the atmosphere

With drops of Jupiter in her hair,

She acts like summer and walks like rain

Reminds me that there's time to change,

Since the return from her stay on the moon

She listens like spring and she talks like June,

It had been over a year since she had last stood here, marveling at the old, forgotten fire station in all of its crumbling glory. A whole year since she walked up the steps on her way to work, or home from a bust, most likely drenched in slime. A whole year since she spoke to the people she had once called her friends no, her family.

Erin took a deep breath and shook off any of her anxieties. They were expecting her, they wanted her and she finally was ready to be back.

She confidently walked up the steps to the main door and tried it before ringing the bell. Open of course, she made her way into the building’s hallway and towards the inner door.

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Holtzmann, had pretty much been there the whole night working. She had arrived the day before around 10am and worked solidly till the sun set and then continued to work till it rose again, only stopping for food when Patty physically threatened her with a bowl of macaroni.

It was now 8am and she had hit a wall, it was either home time or coffee time. She decided it was home time, but she would need said coffee to physically get herself home.

She trudged out of the lab with her silver bag thrown over her shoulder, and made for the stairs having learnt her lesson the last time she attempted to fireman pole it when she was this tired.

Barely awake, she made her way into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks, there standing awkwardly by the table, fiddling with her jacket was a woman she recognized, but only just.

‘Erin?’ she breathed.

It was Erin Gilbert alright, only it somehow wasn’t Erin Gilbert. Her hair was still auburn that’s for sure, but it was longer, with soft lowlights through it. Her blue eyes still sparkled but her skin was sun kissed almost an olive colour. She appeared nervous but she held herself confidently, unlike the old Erin whose shoulders appeared to be permanently hunched.

‘Hi’ she barely whispered, anticipating the blonde’s reaction.

Holtzmann dropped her bag on the ground with a loud thud, making the physicist jump. She marched right over to Erin and immediately and aggressively hugged her, almost knocking the woman down. Erin noticeably relaxed into the hug and wrapped her arms around the engineer. Holtz breathed in her familiar yet new scent. ‘I can’t believe you’re here’ she murmured into her hair.

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Tell me did you sail across the sun

Did you make it to the Milky-way

to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated

A half hour has passed and the two are still in the kitchen, only sitting down talking as opposed to hugging. Seeing Erin for the first time in a year was enough to wake Holtz up and she knew she wouldn’t get a wink of sleep until she had heard everything about Erin’s trip and until she was certain the redhead was not going to leave her again.

‘Wow, so it sounds like Barcelona was hoppin’ Gilbert’ she gushed as she winked at the physicist. Erin smiled brightly back at her, ‘yeah it really was amazing, I really think I found myself you know, I even improved my Spanish!’

Holtzmann studied her face, still smiling but couldn’t help but notice the lack of blush in her cheeks. Maybe it was her new tan, she felt slightly put out by this new non-awkward Erin who dismissed her flirting.

When Patty arrived in next to find the long lost ghostbuster, she threw herself at Erin, picked her up effortlessly and danced around with her. She too was filled in on all the amazing details of her year abroad and by the time Abby strolled in she had just finished her second spiel on her year abroad.

Abby and Erin hugged for a long time and Abby pretended she wasn’t crying.

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The four of them went out for drinks that evening, it had been a fairly hectic week and it was the perfect way to start the weekend off and also welcome Erin back.

‘I’ll get us drinks!’ Patty announced as she made her way to the bar.

‘Wait Patty, I wana see their craft beers! Patty ask them about the cr- scratch that I’m on my way!’ Holtz bellowed after her and joined her at the bar.

Abby reached across the table and touched Erin’s hand, ‘hey, so I know that Spain was like amazing and Barcelona is beautiful yada yada yada, but like how are you?’.

Erin smiled at her friend and held her hand back. ‘I’m in a much better place Abby, I kept up the therapy out in Spain, and it really worked wonders for me you know? I hadn’t given myself time, time to deal with all the anxiety Phil had caused me and that stupid, pretentious university and all this sudden ghostbusting fame, it was just too much at once, you know me Abs, I don’t work well under pressure and I deal with change hella badly’ she laughed but Abby still understood the weight of her words. ‘So you’re over…all of it?’ the brunette asked hesitantly. Erin firmly nodded her head.

‘Well, I’m so glad you’re back I missed you so much, so, so much Erin’. She finished as the other two made their way back with drinks for all of them.

Holtzmann slid into the booth beside Erin and their legs touched sending a jolt right down Erin’s spine causing her heart to flutter. Erin took a sip of her drink and calmly and casually adjusted her leg so they were no longer touching. An innocent but calculated gesture by the physicist however it did not go unnoticed by the blonde, not that she let on.

#holtzbert #jillian holtzmann #erin gilbert #ghostbusters #drops of jupiter

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Holtzmann x Reader : Art Class

You run along the corridor, arms full, panting. Even though you know you’re already late, a part of you hopes the class hasn’t quite started yet. You feel as if you’re back in high school even though it’s the weekend and you’re taking an art class in the community centre.

You’re not big into the club scene and figured it’s a good way to meet people and maybe de-stress a bit. That is until you fucked it up by being late and stressing yourself out even more. It’s only 5 past but there’s nothing worse walking into a class that has already begun.

You swing the door open a bit too enthusiastically and it hits a table, sending the teacher’s supplies flying. “Oh shi..uh sorry, so sorry I’m late, traffic…I… I’ll get those now” you havn’t even attempted to look the class or the teacher in the eye you just plop your stuff at the nearest station and begin collecting the scattered items. It’s only when you reach under the desk for the tube of paint you saw fly across the room, do you see a blonde with a cheeky grin lean under and grab it for you. She winks at you and smirks as she hands it across the table. Flustered, you take it and look away. You apologise to the teacher who just laughs at you and introduces herself, Patty.

You’re slightly dying inside, even though you’re little interruption was at most 30 seconds it felt like a feature length film to you, and you pray you won’t be red for too much longer. As you sit down and try to pay attention to the teacher’s diagram of a portrait, you feel the blonde’s eyes on you from across the room.

After a few attempts at self-portraits from a hand mirror, the teacher claps her hands and says “Right guys now it’s time to attempt a different face shape to your own so we will draw each other, I think its easiest if you all just go with the person opposite you, okay great, same rules apply, lets go!”. She was a very charismatic teacher and a brilliant artist judging by her portrait demonstration on the board. You however felt you needed a lot of work. You look up to the person opposite you, and you’re met with the same blue eyes and cheeky grin. This time you get a longer look at your partner and take in her mop of blonde curls balanced chaotically on the top of her head, being held up somewhat by goggles, “oh my god” you think to yourself, “this woman is insane, kind of cute, but definitely insane”.

Your half of the room begin taking their chairs and moving to sit directly opposite their partners, you do the same and her eyes don’t leave you until you sit down and meet her gaze, only then does she avert her eyes and you see the beginnings of a blush. “Hey, I’m (Y/N)” you smile at her, making an effort. Any hint of shyness from her disappears and she looks at you straight on with a raised eyebrow and a flirty smirk, “(Y/N), what a beautiful name. I’m Jillian Holtzmann, but you can call me Holtz” she winks. You’re kind of taken aback by her flirty banter, but decide to go along with it slightly, “holtz, that’s quite a beautiful name you got there yourself” you joke. She looks up at you beneath her lashes, “sounds even better when you say it, (Y/N),”. You blush but before you can say anything Patty interrupts from the top of the room, “Ay Jillian, will you start already, c’mon!”. Holtzmann, quickly props up her A2 notepad against the side of the table and all you can see is her blue eyes and mop of blonde curls. You sit there awkwardly modelling as she darts her gaze back and forth between you and the page, her elbow poking out as she moves her hand quickly around the page. You try to keep your eyes fixed on the wall and switch off but you can’t help but be aware of her eyes constantly on you. After about 15 mins the whole class are instructed to swap. As you lean to have a look at her sketch she quickly and dramatically pulls it to her chest. “Y/N! Please!” she gasps theatrically. Apart of you starts to laugh unsure of whether she’s joking or not. She relaxes her grip on the sketch but still keeps it facing her. “I..uh I wana finish it first, then I’ll show ya” she stammers but somehow still manages a flirty wink. “right okay no problem, guess it’s my go…” you trail off as her habit of focusing all her attention on you is starting to make you self-conscious. You quickly readjust and grab your sketch pad, avoiding her bright, blue eyes as if they were the plague, regardless her gaze remained on you, aware of your increasing awkwardness.

However you soon relaxed into your sketching as she became your still life and not the weird girl with the pretty eyes and flirty smile. Holtz couldn’t help but smile to herself as she watched you pour over the page with such passion and concentration, it was obvious to her that drawing was kind of your thing, and when you looked up and caught her eyes, her heart fluttered. It was Holtzmann’s turn to blush.

The class ended, neither of you got your drawings done but it was good practice. As you packed up your stuff, carefully rolling Holtzmann’s portrait, you felt the blonde lean over your shoulder. “Hey that’s pretty good Y/N, I look dashing” she purred. You quickly pulled the picture out of her sight. “Hey, if I can’t see yours you can’t see mine”. “Alright fair is fair, never rush an artist right?”. Her blue eyes locked onto yours and you saw a flicker of emotion in them as she glanced down at your mouth and then back up to meet your eyes again. Was it fear? Was it hope?. You swallowed and broke eye contact to glance around the now empty room. Your eyes quickly found their way back to hers as you gravitated closer to her dropping your artwork in the process, her hands found your waist and your lips found hers. It was a soft kiss and then it deepened. She pulled you closer by the waist as your hand moved to her hair. The two of you stood there, kissing in the empty classroom, for who knows how long, it felt like an hour to you, but it was probably only 30 seconds.

You broke apart and her eyes searched yours apprehensively looking for a reaction, however, in a flash her expression reverted back to the flirty blonde you met an hour ago. She tucked your hair behind your ear. “does that mean I get to see your drawing” you smirked back. She laughed, “Nice try Y/N, you’ll just have to come back next week”. “That doesn’t seem fair” you fire back. She shrugs and lets go of your waist as she gathers her things and saunters out of the classroom, her art bag slung over her shoulder. “See ya next week Y/N” she called back. A pathetic “see you” was all you could manage to squeak back.

Later that evening as you try to wrap you head around the day’s events, you come across a folded up page stuffed into the pocket of your bag. You unfold it to find a smaller completed sketch of what appears to be you being passionately kissed by a beautiful woman with crazy blonde hair and goggles. Written above the sketch was “Art class Prediction x Holtzmann”.

#holtzmann x reader #jillian holtzmann #kate mckinnon #ghostbusters

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