#jillian holtzmann imagine

[gayvampirecomedy]

i am forever mourning the ghostbusters 2016 sequel

[misc-oneshots]

Seen any handstands?

Requested by: Anons ❤ Words:1202

Holtzmann x Reader

You had no idea how the three women in front of you planned to tackle the malevolent ghost of the mansion but the blonde with the camera and the pringles seemed confident. The owner of the mansion and your manager had stayed outside and across the road when the women had shown up but you couldn’t help yourself, you’d always been interested in the supernatural and you couldn’t pass it the chance to see if your workplace really was haunted. And not just the bullshit your manager set up for the tours. It also helped that the blonde woman had winked at you as she’d walked in.

“Holtzmann.” She introduced herself to you and held her hand out awkwardly around the pringles and the camera. “Y/N.” You smiled at her as her friend came over holding an almost whisk looking pink device, she was looking around at all the doorways, “I’m Abby nice to meet you.” “And I’m Erin, I’m here too.” The woman dressed more for an office introduced herself, she seemed put out that Abby hadn’t. Abby started to focus on the basement door and tried to open it. “It always locks.” You explained, Abby nodded but waved her stick around it anyway. Holtzmann turned the camera on Erin repeatedly, who pushed it away. After grinning infectiously at you Holtzmann focused the camera back on Erin, “Ma’am can you tell us where you got the world’s smallest bow tie?” “It came with the shirt.” Erin sounded annoyed while Abby pulled at the door again. You tried not to laugh as you cleared your throat and pointed to your bowtie that was a stupid part of your tour guide uniform. Holtzmann turned the camera on you, you heard it zoom into your bow tie and then back out to focus on your face, “Yes but you work it.”

You turned quickly to guide them to the next room to hide your red face, following behind you heard Abby gibe for Holtz to behave. Abby started to wave the wand near some old furniture with Holtzmann filming her when Holtzmann turned the camera on you. “So Y/N have you seen anything spooky while working here?” She asked, her grin cheeky as she looked at you through yellow glasses. “Spooky?” You asked, flushed at the embarrassment of being filmed. “Yeah ghosts, bumps in the night, people doing handstands or dogs playing poker? That sort of thing.” She asked and behind her Abby shook her head lightly. “No, dogs playing poker or handstands. Are handstands spooky?” You asked. “If we were supposed to walk upside down our ears would be feet.” She said seriously and crunched a pringle. “Okay.” You laughed, “Well it’s always feels creepy but’s an old house.” You shrugged.

Before Holtzmann could ask any follow up questions Erin stormed over asking if things where a joke to them and berating them for playing jokes on her. Behind Erin the open basement door was glowing and out floated a full apparition. The visage of the woman you spent your days giving tours about. You gasped and jumped back next to Holtzmann who focused the camera on the spirit and crunched another pringle. “How are you eating right now?” You whispered behind her. “Want one?” She offered you the can but you pushed it back into her hand.

“I’m going to try to talk to her.” Erin whispered. “Be careful.” Abby said but it didn’t go well. You squealed in surprised when the ghost screamed and threw up slime all over Erin. The ghost shot towards the window and out onto the street. Together you chased the ghost out to the front of the mansion and watched as it flew off down the street. After a moment of Erin screaming to the camera that she believed in ghosts the three women burst into excited screaming and movements. Holtzmann held her hands out to you, you grinned and took them and the pair of your pulled each other up and down the stairs with awkward jerking dance movements.

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You’d just finished a tour when your manager marched up to you his posture straight and lips pursed. “You’ve got a visitor.” He hissed and before you could ask any questions, he was leaded you to the front desk where Holtzmann was leaned reading a pamphlet about the mansion and greeting every visitor that entered. She looked up when you came through and grinned, “Ah you’re here.” Before you could speak -again – your manager gave Holtzmann a dirty look, studying her dungarees, boots, oversized open shirt and yellow glasses, “Look miss-” “Doctor, if you don’t mind.” She winked at you after that. “Doctor,” your manager spat, “I’d appreciate it if we could not have personal visits during work.”

“This is a work call,” Holtzmann said and leaned into to whisper, “I’ve doing a little follow up about your ghost problem.” The manager floundered for a moment before turning and storming away. “There’s been no handstands or poker playing dogs if that’s what you’re checking?” You smiled and her and she grinned back. “Good, nothing else spooky?” She asked.

You shook you head, “No, no. But there was something a little spooky in the coffee shop round the corner if you wanted to help me investigate?” Holtzmann grinned and offered you her arm.

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A few weeks later when Patty and Erin arrived back to the base with the takeout and Abby joined them having just finished some errands they found the room empty and Holtzmann missing. “K-kevin?” Erin asked, staring. “You need to stop doing that.” Abby mumbled to her as her and Patty started to plate up everyone’s take out. “Where’s Holtz?” Erin asked Kevin. He walked over to join them, “She went to her meeting.” “Meeting?” Abby asked, “What meeting? Holtz doesn’t have meetings and Y/N should be here soon so she wouldn’t go anywhere.” Abby looked at her watch.

Kevin shrugged, “She said, tell them I’ve gone to a meeting.” Kevin picked a plate up and started to pick at the food. Abby looked at him exacerbated, “Well did she say where this meeting was?” “Cupboard.” Kevin told them digging into his food. “Cupboard?” Patty asked. “The cupboard.” Kevin pointed at the storage cupboard behind his desk.

Abby looked at him incredulously and threw her hands up as she walked to the cupboard ready to show him that there wasn’t room for anyone to have a meeting in the cupboard. Abby yanked open the door and jumped when Holtz was indeed in the cupboard making out with you. Holtz pulled away from you grinning, “Hey we booked this room!” “This isn’t a room.” Abby said dumbly, “What are you doing?” “You said we couldn’t kiss at Holtz’s desk anymore.” You summarised, blushing at having been caught but loving that Holtz hadn’t moved any of the closeness. “And we told Kevin to tell you were in a meeting so if you don’t mind, we’re not finished yet,” Holtz grinned, took the door handle and pulled it closed while you giggled.

“We should go out now.” You laughed to her. She kissed the crease of your neck, “You know they never said anything about their desks.”

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[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

Ghostbusters Preference- How You Meet

Holtzmann and you meet when you deliver food to the lab one day. She thinks your gorgeous and is very confident flirting with you even though she’s a total dork doing it. A knock comes from door and the smell of warm food comes into the lab. Holtzmann turns around and can see the delivery person from the window in the door. “I’ll get it!” Holtzmann shouts as she takes her coat off and walks confidently and excitedly to the door.  “Hey there, I’m Jillian Holtzmann, most call me Holtzmann.” She tells you as she opens the door.  “Y/N Y/L/N, most call me Y/N.” You say back as you hand her her food. 

Erin and you meet when she goes a trip to the record store down the road. Holtzmann had really gotten into cd’s lately but was busy so she asked Erin to go down with a list of cd’s she wanted.  Walking into the store Erin noticed a song she didn’t recognise but behind the counter she noticed that the cute clerk was dancing away to it.  “Hey, how can I help you?” The clerk says to Erin turning around As they turn around Erin can’t believe how gorgeous they are and wanted to start up a conversation. “Hey... um cool music..” Erin tells them as she does an awkward dance trying to play it cool. 

Patty meets you when you come to the ghostbusters headquarters looking for help with a haunting.  “Hello, anyone here?” You call out as you turn about and hear a big crash.  Turning around you notice that you’ve smashed a little ghost statue that was sitting on a table. “Oh shit..” You say quietly to yourself.  As you turn around you notice the 4 women themselves walk down the stairs. “I’m so sorry I was just seeing if anyone was here, I really didn’t mean to break anything, I’m sorry. How much do I owe you for it?” You tell them anxiously. “Free of charge.” Patty tells you. “Patty that was a gift from the mayor himself it’s not free of charge.” Abby says. “Okay well A. the mayor doesn’t like us, I mean that was one crappy gift for saving his butt and b. Holtzmann as broken worse stuff than that since we’ve been here. Also why charge such a lovely lady.” She says walking down the stairs to meet you. 

Abby and you meet because you were new to the university and needed help finding a part of the university. You notice her soup dilemma with much understanding.  “Seriously what is this?” You hear someone say as you walk into the lab hoping to find someone who could help you around the building.  As you walk in you see a woman looking at a really bad looking mix of soup.  “Wow that looks like some crap soup.” You interrupt as you walk in. “Right?! Thank you! At least someone understands.” She says to you.  “Yeah I love soup and the ratio is very important.” You tell her with a smile.  “Thank you! Thank you very much!” Abby says with a smile back. 

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Lab teamwork with Holtzmann

holtzmann x reader where the reader has a sleeve of tattoos and in general just really badass and holtzmann thinks that she’s hates her cause she doesn’t talk as much around her and holtzmann confronts her one day and the reader tells her it’s bc she thinks she’s cute, and has anxiety and had no idea if she liked girls & holtzmann just kisses her?? sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😬

This was super awesome and inspiring so props to whoever sent this in! Been thinking a lot about education and stuff lately so that’s the direction this went in. Hope it works :) (for the record, I have never caused a fire at school… :P) ((it may have happened one time))

You flick strands of hair behind your ears as you try to focus your attention on the professor, who stands at the front of the lab trying desperately to explain safety procedures and group-work to the less cooperative members of your class. She waves her hands in exasperation, stressing that “if we only have one fire in class today, it’ll be a goddamn miracle”.

This draws a slight chuckle out of the entire class, but your attention is elsewhere, on the woman sitting at a bench a row in front and to the right, with blonde hair, eclectic fashion sense. She keeps looking at you and you make an effort not to meet her gaze. She’s probably the most intelligent person in this class, which is really saying something about her, seeing as this is a fairly select group of the best and brightest science students at your university. 

You see her eye your bare arms, turning around in a sly attempt to appear as if she is stretching. You cannot quite read her eyes, and in this attempt to gauge her emotions, your eyes meet. You’re unsure of what she’s thinking, as she presses her lips together and raises her eyebrows slightly at you. You attempt to give her a friendly half-smile in return, but before you can really do anything, your lab partner elbows you impatiently, handing you some paper to write on as she dictates your lab report.

Too distracted to resist her bossiness, you comply and begin scrawling down her words, trying to pry your thoughts from the pretty and intriguing woman in your class. You wonder what she’s thinking when she looks at you. How was she looking at you? Might she like you? Or perhaps she just doesn’t really care. Just being friendly. Your lab partner drags you into conversation and soon you are chatting animatedly about the experiment, your weekends and other trivial matters in your life, you thoughts not quite leaving the girl as, from the corner of your eye you see her head turn as if she’s waiting for something. When it seems as if she too is absorbed in the exercise and ceases to grant any attention to you, you feel your heart sink a little for the rest of the class.

The next week there’s talk of some group work. A thesis, combining the research of two groups, four people, and your lab partner is already gesturing to the blonde girl and her partner to join the two of you. You’re familiar with the boy who partner’s the blonde woman, though introductions had never been made between you and the blonde woman. She walks over confidently, stretching out a hand to you in a way which seems oddly familiar for a ‘formal’ greeting.

“Call me Holtzmann,” she says with a grin, energy bubbling off of her. “Or you can just call me.”

You feel heat rise to your face but noone seems to notice, as instead you let the other two take charge of the assignment, only speaking to correct them on some incorrect information. Several time you catch Holtzmann eyeing you, yet you say nothing, do nothing, as her very gaze makes you feel as if you’re at the apex of a roller coaster, about to go over the edge. You’re not quite sure whether you like roller coasters but you definitely know that roller coasters and Bunsen burners have no business associating with one another. So you attempt to ignore her, only stealing quick glances at the slight furrow between her eyebrows as she thinks, the messy scrawl she uses in her brilliant calculations and the deftness of her fingers as she turns pages or gestures wildly with her hands as she explains new concepts to your teammates. (You fail miserably at ignoring her, instead basically dismissing the task at hand as you become increasingly smitten with Holtzmann.)

The two weeks allocated to finish the assignment go by, the four of you meeting up in the library, or for milkshakes, to finish work and discuss theories, all the while you manage to barely say two words to Holtzmann, though your eyes are familiar with every curve and angle of her face. One day she’s late to class and as the rest of the three of your group set about finalizing and editing your paper, you take charge for the first time, standing over the two of them as they edit out commas and polish grammar on the final copy, ready to hand in the next day to your professor. It has to be perfect, much of your grade is relying on it to be so, and as Holtzmann is not here right at this moment, your entire attention is focused upon getting it just right. Slight nods are the main communication you get from the pair as you polish it and the next thing you know, a hand is on your shoulder. Holtzmann stands next to you, reaching out to make contact with your bare shoulder as she scans the writing on a computer before your lab partner. You can feel the heat radiating off of her, smell the faint seductive smoky scent of her, combined with a light citrus that must be her shampoo and this consumes you. She opens her mouth to speak and your gaze has narrowed to only encompass her in the world around you. 

“It’s per -“ All of a sudden you are aware of this effect she is having on you and you step away, her hand dropping to her side mid-sentence.

“-fect. It’s perfect,” she says, her brow furrowing as she obviously notices your sudden withdrawal from her touch.

“Well you did most of the calculations and [Y/N] is an absolute whiz with the report, so I dare say we’ll be getting a brilliant mark on this!” your ab partner says with a grin, and a slight knowing glance between you and Holtzmann.

“Yeah it’s pretty darn good, if I do say so myself,” says your other friend, reaching out to give the whole group a light high-five. You dodge this, slinging your bag over your shoulder and taking the computer from the desk, calling behind you that you’ll bring in a hard copy to the professor tomorrow morning. Only one person has to be there to hand this in and you volunteer to do this tedious job just so you can leave and catch your breath.

“Hey, [Y/N]!” you hear as your exit the door and round the corner. You do not stop. You do not pass go, nor collect $200. You head straight home, trapped in the prison of your mind, obsessing over your interactions between yourself and Holtzmann, and why the hell you’ve been acting this way. How can one person, who you’re not even sure is interested in you, have this much of an effect over you?

Barely rested from obsessing ost of the night, like the adult you are, you turn up a minute before class ends, presentation neatly displayed in a clear folder and perfectly printed up. You hand it to the professor, flustered, who confirms she received your digital copy and thanks you, commenting that the brief glance she gave it looked highly promising. You smile faintly in response, and having collected everyone else’s work, she slips it into her briefcase and exits the room, saying a quick goodbye to you, and Holtzmann. Holtzmann? You hadn’t even noticed her when you walked in.

She stands leaning against of the benches, arms folded and lips pursed. The usual aura of energy which surrounds her is absent, as she purses her lips and looks at you expectantly. You give her a small awkward wave, suddenly keenly aware of how you’re dressed and how you didn’t brush your hair this morning. You see her eyes graze up and down your body and she runs a tongue over her lips, seemingly thoughtful.

“Holtzmann,” you say with a nod in way of greeting.

“[Y/N],” she responds, mimicking your nods before standing up straight and fixing you with her gaze. You feel that roller coaster tumble in your stomach at this and wait for her to say something else.

“What’s your deal?” she asks, walking over to you. “I’ve been getting this weird vibe off of you the entire time.”

She’s studying you as if you’re some curious experiment or specimen which she doesn’t understand, but maybe she wants to. “You’re smart, you have ideas. You’re not exactly shy from what I’ve seen. But it seems as if you hate me.”

At this you can feel the anxiety in her and what it takes for her to be able to say this to you. All of a sudden you feel completely guilty but she has advanced towards you with each word and is now so close you can hardly think.

“You’re cute,” you manage to get out, but you say this as if the words are poison on your tongue. You can see that she doesn’t receive this sentiment as it’s intended, in her body language and how she backs away slightly.

“I- I like you?” you say, furrowing your eyebrows and not meeting her eyes.

“Is that a question?” she says, a touch of humour breaking through the confusion in her voice.

“No, no. It’s a fact,” you say, trying to express yourself with at least a smidge of eloquence, and failing. “You make me nervous and I like you. Obviously this isn’t something I’m good at dealing with.”

“No kidding,” she says, reaching out a hand to linger lightly upon your forearm, tracing the intricate patterns of your tattoo. She does this instead of meeting your gaze, perhaps giving you a little space within your head to straighten (A/N: HA!) your thoughts out.

“I’m just a really anxious person and have a massive crush on you. There, I said it. And I’m really sorry if that makes you uncomfortable or anything, I don’t know if you’re into girls, or me or-”

All of a sudden she cuts off your rambling by standing toe-to-toe with you, hands placed lightly on your arms and planting the sweetest of kisses on your mouth. Legs turning to jelly, you reach one hand out to hold onto her, yet this turns into a deeper embrace, and the other to brace yourself against the bench behind you.

She deepens the kiss and you involuntarily let out a soft moan, which sends a smile to her lips. Your shoulders relax and all of a sudden your book bag crashes to the floor with a loud bang. She pulls away, leaving you feeling a little disappointed. She sees this look on your face, more able to read you now and smirks.

“You know, I do think that this goes against the lab safety procedures, in some way. It’s getting hot in here, we don’t want to start a fire,” she says with a wink, reaching down to pick up your bag and handing it to you. You accept it and return her smile, accompanied by a blush.

“Yeah I guess you’re right. How about we go someplace else?” you suggest.

“My apartment is a ten minute walk from here,” she says heading towards the door. You take her offered and follow her out of the room, unafraid of getting burnt by the flame that has sparked between the two of you. Perhaps you do like roller coasters…

[helloiliketits]

Me: Babe come over (;

Jillian: I’m busy.

Me: I think there’s a ghost here.

Jillian:

When bae sends nudes but you wanted ghosts’ info instead

[gottaloveholtz]

Wedding plans

Request: (1)  can i have a imagine for holtzmann x reader where the reader is stressed with wedding planning and holtzmann and her argue leading to fluff? Reader Gender: Female Note: I’m excited to do this request bc of how cute it is kill me aaah♥

I put the pencil back in my mouth to free up my other hand, shuffling the endless amount of papers I had scattered around me. There was an order at one point, but the order died a long time ago. I was looking for my red pen, which I somehow managed to lose. I was keeping all the coloured pens on my person. Yellow on my left ear, green on my right, purple in my bra, orange in my back pocket, and red was SUPPOSED to be in my sock. Even though I was slowly starting to resemble a game of Twister, I still had a system.

I was doing a million things at once, and a case of a runaway pen is really the last thing I needed right now. The guest list was colour coded, along with everything else; options for invitations, how much I like the theme ideas, plate and silverware combinations, meals and cake options. EVERYTHING WAS RIDING ON THIS SOLE RED PEN. Without it I couldn’t continue planning the wedding that I was doing on my own. Even though two people are getting married, apparently only one gets all the stress that comes with it.

“Holtzmann, have you seen my red pen?!” I called out, frantically looking for it.

“No, why?” She replied after a moment.

“Because this pen is vital to the wedding!” I yelled back.

“A pen?” She questioned skeptically.

“YES,” I shouted, “THE PEN.”

“Alright, just bring it down a couple notches, there’s a billion pens around here.” She said, raising her brows at me.

“Well, dearest, I don’t want those billion pens,” I glared, “I WANT MY RED PEN.”

“Why are you accusing me?” She asked, clearly confused.

I gave her a face that would probably belong in a scene on The Office. This woman had been stealing my pens since I started the colour coding months ago. I have every reason to be accusatory. If she’s going to steal my pens then the least she can do is help decide on a font to use on the invitations. She sighed, taking off her glasses so that the hung off of the one ear. She didn’t look annoyed, instead she looked mad. Why in the Hell is she mad? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

She crossed her arms over her chest, and I raised my eyebrows at her. I didn’t know whether to be confused, be mad, cry, or do a winning combination of all three. I’m getting real sick and tired of being the only one doing all of this crap. It’s so stressful because on top of the wedding plans, I still have my job to do, a pet to take care of, and I have to manage to eat somewhere in between. A small frustrated noise left my lips. I gathered the rest of my pens together, creating a small pile in my hands.

“You’ve been the one stealing my pens this entire time!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I give them back.” She shot.

“You didn’t give me my yellow pen back a few days ago!” I pointed out.

“Oh, I’m sorry that me fixing my very unstable and slightly radioactive machine made me forget to give you a PEN back.” Holtzmann argued.

“Well, why don’t you just TAKE THEM ALL THEN!” I yelled, throwing the rest of the pens at her.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, ducking behind the metal desk, “Watch it, this thing is very-”

“The only thing UNSTABLE right now is ME!” I shouted.

“Why are you so pissed?!” She shouted back.

“YOU haven’t been helping me this ENTIRE TIME! It’s been me doing everything! Do you know how stressful that is?!” I shouted.

“It’s a wedding, how hard can it be?!” She exclaimed.

“Oh, okay, fine!” I picked up a few piles of paper and walked over to her, “YOU can pick the font,” I threw those papers at her, “YOU can pick the guest list,” Throw, “You can pick the colour scheme,” Throw, “AND YOU CAN PICK EVERYTHING ELSE!” I walked back over to the rest of the papers, flinging those across the room too.

“Where are you going?!” She questioned as I headed for the stairs.

“I’m going home, I QUIT!” I yelled.

I quickly walked down the stairs, wanting nothing more than to go home and take a nap after everything that had just happened. I’ve been running on coffee and Red Bull for the past 5 days, and I think I could actually sleep for a whole year. I’m the one doing everything here, and she had the audacity to say that it’s not that hard? Of course it’s not hard for her! She’s not doing anything as far as the wedding is concerned! I feel like butter that’s been spread too thin, or a train running on nothing but a few embers left of burning coal.

If she doesn’t want to have any part in deciding on the wedding, then what’s the point of it all? This wedding is for two people, not just one. It’s insane to think that just one person can do it all. I haven’t even picked out a dress yet! I’d been waiting to decide on a theme to pick it out, I’d look ridiculous if the dress didn’t match the theme I had going on. Maybe I’ll make some tea when I get home, that sounds nice. Right as I made a turn to go down to the last floor, I heard Holtzmann coming down the stairs.

“Babe, Y/n, wait!” She called out and I huffed, stopping where I was.

“What do you want? I’m stressed, I’m tired, and all I want to do is take a nap and try to for-” I started.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t helping you.” She cut me off.

“You’re what?” I asked after a moment of silence.

“I’m sorry, you had to have been drowning in all that stuff.” She stated, “If you’re willing to give it another try, I promise I’ll be more involved.”

“Really?” I questioned.

“Of course-” She was cut off by my hug.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you, I was just so stressed and-” I began rambling.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize for anything,” She kissed my forehead, “I should’ve been helping.”

I pulled back a bit, my arms still around her waist. I looked at her for a moment before giving her a gentle kiss. I felt her smile a little and kiss back, pulling me closer to her. It felt like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders, and I was happy to be planning a wedding with her. That’s how this sort of stuff should be planned, together. After a moment I pulled away, only to receive a kiss on the nose. Then the cheek. I was being covered in kisses, making me laugh a little.

“Holtzmann!” I whined, trying to wiggle out of her grip.

“I can’t help it y-” She was interrupted by a clatter on the floor.

“What was that?” I questioned, trying to find what it was.

“I think I found that pen you were looking for.” She said, trying not to laugh.

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Surprise Party - Jillian Holtzmann

Requested by anonymous.

“Where are you taking me? You know there’s a twenty four Spongebob live stream that I’ve been watching,” Jillian said as you dragged her out of the house. You walked her up to the passenger side door, and watched her as you crawled into the driver’s side.

“I promise you, it’s so worth it.” She groaned and got in the car next to you.

“Did you have to make me wear this dress?” she asked, pulling on the sparkly black dress uncomfortably. You reached across to touch her knee and smiled at her.

“I think you look great.” She pulled her face down until she had two chins and smiled at you creepily. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” she asked, leaning over until her head rested on your shoulder. You laughed and looked down at her. She grinned and quickly kissed your cheek.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“So it’s a surprise, eh?” she asked, rubbing her hands together maniacally. 

“Well, you know it’s a surprise, as I haven’t told you anything about where we’re going and why,” you said. “Don’t look so smug.”

“Hey,” she said, quickly getting close to your ear, making you laugh. “If you tell me right now, I’ll do anything you want in bed tonight.” 

“I’m not going to tell you,” you said in a sing-song voice. “But, once you see the surprise, I’m sure you will.” She rolled her eyes and sat back down, sulking in her seat. A few minutes later, you arrived at a club where the music was thudding out even in the parking lot.

“A club?” she asked with a smirk, jumping up in her sink. “Does this mean I can break out my sick dance moves?” 

“Yes,” you said with a smile. You walked with Jillian into the club, and passed the bouncer, who nodded at you at let you in quickly. She looked at you with impressed eyes as you pushed into the club. What she didn’t know is that you paid the bouncer, and introduced yourself earlier this morning to get through smoothly.

“Where are you going?” she asked as you passed the bar. You made your way through the crowded club, until you got to the back, where the reserved party room was. You pushed open the door, and Jillian was greeted by an astounding, “Happy Birthday!” from all of her friends.

Everyone from the Ghostbusters was standing in the front, ready to greet Jillian. She hugged them all, and made her way around greeting people before you could even bring her a drink. She took it, chugged it, and then kissed you.

“Why did you do this? My birthday isn’t until next week.”

“I know, but I did it early so I could surprise you,” you said. She smiled and kissed you again.

“No one has ever done anything like this for me before.” You took her hand and led her to the center of the room. On the table was a platter of shots. You handed them out to everyone and looked at Jillian. 

“To the birthday girl!” you shouted, raising your glass in the air. Everyone did too before taking their shot of vodka. It burned as it slid down your throat, but you were fine with it. Jillian was grinning happily, so you were smiling too. 

“Let’s do that again,” she said. You nodded and waved the waiter over. In a few minutes, you had more shots, and you each took two more. Now that you all were feeling pretty good, Jillian decided it was time for some dancing. 

She grabbed your hand and led you out into the main part of the club. A dance song with a lot of bass drops came on, and Jillian started grinding up against you. You danced to the entirety of that song, and then for the next two, too. After that, you got tired, and went for more drinks.

After one more shot, and a very strong margarita, you went back onto the dance floor. You danced to a few more songs, and after that everything became a blur. You both got pretty drunk and danced a lot and kissed a lot.

Later in the evening, you found yourself on a lounger in the private party room with Jillian, making out. Erin walked in and nervously talked about how awkward it was that you two were doing this. You were too drunk to argue, and couldn’t be bothered.

After she left, you went back to kissing your girlfriend, until she pulled away. You smiled at her, and wiped some of your smudged make up off her lips.

“You’re the bees knees,” she said with a smile. You laughed and leaned in to kiss her softly. 

“Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“I mean it,” she said, getting surprisingly serious for a moment. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before. You really are the greatest girlfriend I could ask for.”

“I love you,” you said with a smile. “You’re welcome for tonight. I’m just glad you had fun.”

“I did. And you’ll be excited to know I’m not too drunk to make us have some more fun tonight,” she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. You chuckled and leaned it to kiss her.

“Good. Happy Birthday, Jillian.”

“Thank you,” she said with a large grin as she leaned in to kiss you once more. She stopped before she reached her lips and looked at you. “I hope this isn’t the only present you got me. Because, I was really excited to get that new computer tool I showed you online.”

“Just be patient,” you said, grabbing her face. She smiled and leaned in to close the gap between the two of you.

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Mornings with Holtzmann

Holtzmann throwing herself into you which startles you awake

“How are you awake already?” “I woke up a long time ago but took a power nap on the washing machine while I was taking it apart” “you can’t just-you know what? let’s do breakfast”

Keep reading

[lucina1998]

Chapters: 30/? Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jillian Holtzmann/You, Jillian Holtzmann/Other(s) Characters: Jillian Holtzmann, Abby Yates, Patty Tolan, Reader, Kevin Beckman, Erin Gilbert Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive Summary:

You are Jillian Holtzmann’s girlfriend. Everything is perfect, the gang loves you, your girlfriend loves you and you love her, and you get to test out all of your girlfriend's new gadgets. Then, one of the upgrades on a proton packs malfunctions and you're injured. How badly are you hurt and what will become of you and your beloved?

[12daysofholtzmann]

Songbird

(Holtzmann x Reader) Word count: 708 Its a bit of a different setting, normally I write after they get together or as they just meet. I really enjoyed changing it up, and I'm proud of this. The way she moved was like a dance, her clothes hung on her every curve as she walked around the restaurant’s converted upper floor. She carried a faint tune of a song across her lips, the music playing in her head that she brought to life. Her voice was soft, quite like a songbird. It hypnotized Holtzmann, subsequently distracting her from doing her work. A fire broke out on Holtzmann’s desk once again. The smoke hit her nose, breaking the trance Y/n had inadvertently put her in. Her face flushed, the woman they hired to do the jobs Kevin couldn’t do was proving a slight menace. A week or two passed by, the number of fire’s rose exponentially. Holtzmann took to confiding in Patty for all her Y/n related issues, “Patty, I don’t know what to do. She’s so entrancing, I can’t think straight when I look at her.” She said, raking her hands through her messy hair, releasing the strands out of the bun that held them. They fell on her shoulder delicately as Patty struggled to think of a good answer. “Holtzy, baby, you need to relax. Try treating her like you treat Erin, but a bit more hands on. You are the only person I know who can flirt with anyone, and I know a lot of people.” Patty said, a smile landing on her face. She had done it again, proving herself as the go to for advice, the mom of the group. Holtz sighed, but her face suddenly changed. Instead of displaying sadness, it showed pure determination. The sun rose and set before Holtzmann got the courage to flirt with Y/N. Although her attempt did not go quite as she planned. She walked over to Y/n’s cluttered desk, leaning in closer to her. “Hiya songbird” Holtzmann said with a wink, laying one arm down and pulling one up to rest her face on. The arm though, hit Y/n’s coffee. Spilling it all over the paper and pens, Y/n snapped up her phone before it could be soaked. “Ah shit, Y/n, I’m sorry.” Holtz said, a blush spreading across her face. “It fine Holtz, I needed to organize anyways” Her voice said, annoyance lacing every word. Although she tried to hide it with a fake cheery voice. “Songbird?” The name confused her, Holtzmann smiled. “You’re always humming, if not singing. Plus who doesn’t love a song bird” Holtzmann said, causing Y/n to blush as they appeared to switch places. Holtz smiling kindly, and Y/n blushing. Although Holtzmann appeared happy her nerves were running high as she waited for the other woman’s reply. Patty had put down her book, and was intently watching the two who seemed to be in their own little world. Erin noticed too, but rolled her eyes and went back to her work. Abby seemed to be too worked up about her soup being an hour and a half late even though they were just a flight of stairs away. Y/n smiled back at Holtz, “You’re too kind” she mumbled out at a loss for words. Once Holtzmann started flirting she felt safe so she dared to go further. She walked closer to Y/n, placing a hand on her lower back. Holtz leaned in to her ear and whispered, just for her, “Maybe I could make you sing for me sometime?” Holtzmann’s breath was hot on Y/n’s neck, the combination of that and the placement of her hand caused her to breathe in sharply. A confused looked danced across Y/n’s face, but after Holtz winked, the confusion was gone. The once light pink blush was now bright red. A faint whisper of “Oh my” slipped out Y/n’s lips. Holtzmann felt scared, maybe Y/n wasn’t okay with that. Those fears were washed way when, a now semi-collected Y/n said, “How about after we go out dinner Friday night?” Holtz smiled, “How does seven sound to you? I’ll pick you up.” She almost started jumping for joy when Y/n said yes. “I should, uhh, clean up the coffee now.” Holtzmann nodded, almost skipping over to Patty. She sat down beside her and just said “Thank you.” Patty smiled, and made a note to her self to add matchmaker to her list of acomplishments. (Thank you to @ace-blogs for proof reading, and minor editing. I really appreciate it)

[thefandomimagine]

Submitted by anonymous.

[imaginesoftheuniverse]

Requested by @congratsyoufoundneverland

You were a little hesitant to ask Jillian if she’d like to spend Christmas at your home - with your family, specifically that one cranky aunt who always had something to say to get her drama-filled holiday on check. Jillian knew this, too, but she still said yes, and now here the two of you were, standing outside your grandmother’s home, hand-in-hand, and waiting for disaster to strike.

“Can’t be worse than getting knocked four stories and thankfully landing in an open dumpster,” Jillian spoke, hand tightening around yours as you finally rang the doorbell.

“You had three broken ribs and a concussion - this definitely cannot be worse. Or it can. My aunt’s a mess,” you said, crinkling your nose as you remembered what happened last year at Christmas Eve. 

Before Jillian could make any other remark, the large door swung open and there were your parents, grinning from ear-to-ear and pulling you into a hug like it was nothing. Hell, they had no idea you and Jillian were attached to each other and a weird bear hug ensued, with your face in your dad’s armpit and Jillian’s in your mother’s breasts.

“It’s so good to have the two of you here! We were just talking about Jillian and her accomplishments with the Ghostbusters! Oh, Aunt Pearl can’t shut up about your secretary!” Your mother was quick to involve Kevin in the conversation, and you knew she was simply doing so to make sure Aunt Pearl stayed away from you and Jillian’s relationship.

“Yes, Kevin is...he’s Kevin,” Jillian settled on, righting her askew glasses. You simply grinned, always overjoyed at the warm welcome you received from your parents. 

“He’s a damn god, is what he is! Is he single?” Aunt Pearl hobbled her way over, not looking a day over 60 but insisting she needed her sparkled cane anyway.

“Kevin certainly is! He’s not very good at hiding things,” you supplied, to which Pearl sent you a look before finally settling on Jillian.

“And you must be Jillian.” Everyone around the three of you waited with bated breath as Pearl made a show of scrutinizing Jillian. “Thought you’d be taller.” That was it. Pearl turned and made her way to the kitchen, grumbling about the eggnog everyone was hiding from her.

“Well,” your mother said, smiling from ear-to-ear, “that is certainly a Christmas miracle! No, come along, you two! There’s still plenty of food to eat and presents to unwrap!” Your mother was dragging Jillian along, your girlfriend giving you a frantic look, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth. A Christmas miracle indeed.

[misc-oneshots]

Yellow tinted glasses

Dyslexic!Holtzmann x Fem!Reader Words: 1,713

For @emojicait who has been super patient with me – thank you!!

Reader is the newest member of the Ghost Busting gang. The reader is their PR guru, research Queen and Holtzmann’s crush and their relationship is blossoming until Holtzmann loses her googles and breaks her glasses.

A/N: I’m basing my knowledge on using coloured overlays and coloured glasses purely on my brother’s experiences growing up. I am more than willing to edit details if it is wrong and if it is I mean no offence or generalisation.

“A wise woman once said: Always carry a knife.” Holtzmann announced as she sauntered around the back of your desk, leaned herself over the back of your chair and held a Swiss Army knife in front of your face. You didn’t look up from the press release you were tweaking, “Wasn’t it you who said that Holtz?” “Yes and we all agree that it was fabulous advice,” She gestured around the empty lab to an invisible audience, “So why did I find your knife abandoned on Kevin’s desk? You know we don’t let him have knives.”

You turned your swivel chair around to face Holtzmann, her grinning face inches from yours, “I’m surprised you trust me with knife Holtzy. Maybe I felt it lying around so that you’d have to come and find me?” You teased softly and resisted the urge to grin with pride when a blush dusted over her cheeks. “Well then, it’s your lucky day.” She smirked and dropped the closed knife into the front pocket of your shirt before taking your hands and pulling you up out of your chair. Shaking your head you half-heartedly tried to pull away from her, “Holtz I need to finish this press release.” She gently pulled you back towards her doing a weird angular dance with her elbows, “C’mon dance with me. You can finish that festival of yawns anytime.” With that she pulled pen-sized device from behind her ear and pressed the top of it until the CD player turned up louder and blasted out the Saint Trinian’s Chant. You grinned at her and took your hands from hers long enough to tuck one of her wild curls behind her ear; how she invented these little devices you’d never know.

“You know, I wouldn’t have to do this press release at all if you hadn’t let the ghost that we were chasing slime that guy.” You chastised slightly as she twirled you around. “He was harassing you, you’re welcome.” She said rocking her head in time with the song. “He was warning me that we were going to get a car parking ticket.” You replied and laughed as she pouted at you. Holtzmann had thought he was flirting with you and lead the ghost over to him to slime him, you knew that and honestly it was so adorable and just so Holtzmann. She’d smashed her goggles on that particular adventure and you were waiting for her replacement pair to arrive. You danced together in a world all your own with a rhythm that no one else could follow.  

The pair of you did this regularly, your dances becoming more frequent and closer. You’d both realised your feelings for one another but both of you were waiting for the other to make a move. Not because you were afraid of rejection but you knew that Erin and Abi had a bet on who would break first and you’d decided to take sides.

Holtzmann looped her arm around your waist and you guided you until you were flush against her. She nodded her head to the song and brought her other hand up to her mouth in a fist like it was a microphone and she was singing the words to you, “Victorious. Rebellious. We do as we damn well please. Until the end, St Trinians! Defenders of anarchy!”

“Well that sounds like you Hol-” Your teasing was cut off by the realisation that you and Holtzmann were so close that her nose banged into yours. You swallowed hard and let a shaky breath dance across her lips, “I’m willing to lose the bet if you’re okay with that.” Holtzmann’s grin made her lips even more tantalisingly close, “You’re lucky I’m not socially skilled enough to be bothered that you’d have just ruined a moment.” “Stop putting yourself down.” You managed to get the words out before your lips followed and you finally got to run your hands through her beautiful hair. Romantic as always, her hands found your backside instantly, like she’s been waiting for permission to grab hold of you for weeks, and pulled you against her as you kissed. When the need to breathe again pushed you apart Holtzmann gave you a cheeky grin and hurried to pull the scarf that she was wearing over her head so that she could rush back to you without being strangled by the accessory. She whipped the scarf up over her head with a dramatic flair but her face fell when you heard glass smash.

Her glasses had gotten caught in her scarf and been thrown to the floor and had smashed on the floor. “No, no no no no.” Holtzmann put her hands to her head, her expression full of stress, “I’m still waiting for my replacement goggles. Oh shit.” “Holtz it’s okay, we’ll order you knew glasses too. They’ll come the same time as your goggles I’m sure.” You tried to calm her, surprised by the sudden shift. It didn’t work. “No that won’t work.” She snapped before snatching her scarf from the table and storming off leaving you staring at where her glasses and your romantic moment lay smashed on the floor.

—-

The next day you and Holtzmann dodged each other, you avoided eye contact and she instead spent the day glaring at her blueprints and swearing under her breath. Patty and Erin, wanting an excuse to escape the atmosphere, went out to fetch dinner for you all. You were downstairs digging through your stacks of books looking for one that you knew you had somewhere that would help with your current job when Abi caught you. “Hey Y/N.” She said softly when you’d triumphantly yanked the book free from the stack. “What’s up Abi?” You asked and blew the dust off of the book. Abi looked around awkwardly, “I wanted to talk to you about you and Holtz.” “I don’t think there is a me and Holtz right now.” You replied and tried to keep the hurt from your voice. Abi held her hands out, “No, no. Look she’s just frustrated at the minute and she’s being stubborn and not asking for help because she doesn’t want to embarrass herself in front of you. C’mon, you guys are crazy about each other.”

“Asking for help with what Abi?” You asked. She bit her lip, “I’m sorry but I can’t tell you. I promised that I wouldn’t but please don’t take Holtz’s mood as her giving up on the idea of you two.” You nodded and she took that as agreement and left you to your thoughts.

A few hours later you sat to your laptop with your notepad on your knee. You read your scrawled notes and went over what you’d just learned in your mind again. In the end you’d resorted to various Google searches about coloured glasses and had come to the conclusion that Holtzmann was Dyslexic and the yellow glass in her glasses helped the words to be clearer to read. You wanted to whack yourself with your notepad for not realising it sooner; your friend in childhood had used coloured overlays to lay on their paper to help with their reading. It was the same principle. Now you knew what you had to do to help Holtzmann.

—–

“I’m going to work on the packs this morning; I don’t want to bother with blueprints today.” Holtzmann told Abi, Erin and Patty as they wandered into the office, she offered it as an offhand remark but Abi could hear the stress laced into it.

Kevin greeted them at the door, “Hi guys, glad you’re here, the printers broken.” “How many times have we got to tell you Kevin? Do not open the printer while carrying coffee.” Patty shook her head at their assistant, Abi joined her and Erin… well Erin drooled.

“I didn’t touch it,” He held his hand up in defence, “I think the papers gone off.” “Off?” Holtzmann mouthed to Abi who pulled a face. They followed him into the office and to his desk which was covered in reams of yellow paper. “I’ve checked it all, it’s all gone off.” Kevin gestured to the papers. “No, Kevin honey, that’s not off. It’s just yellow paper.” Abi tried to explain.

Kevin didn’t buy it, “No it’s like milk.” “Yeah, yeah it’s like milk.” Erin mumbled, her eyes never leaving Kevin. “You need to stop that.” Abi warned Erin and Patty agreed.

Holtzmann ignored them and she gently ran her hands along the packs of paper as she made her way to her desk where you were stood with your back to her replacing her papers that you’d reprinted onto the yellow paper. “Caught you.” Holtzmann shouted in your ear. With a squeal you tried to scramble onto her desk in fright but her soft hands on your hips kept you rooted to earth. You turned and slapped her arm before putting your hand to your beating heart. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” You told her but you couldn’t stop your smile at your closeness again. “Thank you.” She said softly, “For the paper.” “What are you talking about? I just wanted to brighten up the office.” You said innocently and balanced your arms on her shoulders. “You don’t have to be coy.” She said and nudged your nose with hers. “Sorry, it just seemed like you didn’t want to talk about it.” You told her, “And I wanted to make it easier for you until your glasses get delivered.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” She answered truthfully, “Why talk when you can make out?” “You’re such a dork.” You teased. “I’m your dork.” She corrected and leaned into you so that she could nip at the tip of your nose before pouring her gratitude into kissing you.

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

What I Like (or love) About You

Anon prompt: Okay u n Erin r cousins and u get rlly sad w/urself one night and drive to her apartment but shes not there so u go to the firehouse and only Holtzmann is there so she tries to make u feel better my listing everything she loves about u (maybe kisses? 

It’d been a really rough day. Pretty much nothing had gone right at all. The weather was terrible (but this was mostly due to the fact that it was unexpectedly cold and wet, meaning you weren’t dressed for the occasion), your friend who you had really been looking forward to lunching with had cancelled without a decent excuse and the rest of the day had been unproductive and sluggish. Generally a bad mental health day and you were also upset with yourself for being so consumed with the misery of it all.

So you decide that you needed to do something fun. Or at least to be around someone fun. Unsure of who to message first, you change out of the dirty mismatched pajamas, a downer in themselves, you had only put on twenty minutes ago and wash your face. Remembering some article on self care you’d read a while back you put on some comfy ‘nice’ sweats, your favourite tee and some perfume, touching it lightly to your wrists and behind your ears. You remember that your cousin Erin had left a standing invitation to come hang out with her at the firehouse if you ever wanted, but the thought of calling right now only to be told she was busy too much so you decide to throw caution to the wind and show up on the doorstep regardless. If she’s not there, there’s a great bakery just around the corner and you can drown your sorrows in cupcakes just as well alone as you can with her.

Knocking tentatively with one hand as you enter the side door left ajar for some reason, you try to keep the reasonably large cardboard box upright. 

‘Hello? Erin? Your favourite cousin is here! I brought cake and despair,’ you call, rather dramatically because you’re getting the sense that there’s no one here anyways. Disappointed at the lack of response, you still close the door behind you, placing the box on a nearby bench and slinking to the floor against the wall. You close your eyes, letting your head rest against the cool brick and contemplate taking a nap right here. Everyone must be done for the day and there’s obviously no security system. Besides, it’s as if you were already invited…

You hear the gentle brush of cardboard on cardboard and open your eyes to see Holtzmann with one finger deep in the icing of a pink cupcake. She brings it to her lips, regarding you.

‘Well, I, for one, am glad you’re not my cousin, but you may be my favourite,’ she says, sucking the tip of her finger and bringing the entire box to the floor as she sits opposite you, cross-legged. 

You smile weakly, amused and surprised at her appearance, and slightly embarrassed by her comment. You try to cover up the latter.

‘Why, yes, of course, you should help yourself,’ you say, sitting up straighter and bringing one knee to your chest. 

‘Why thank you, she grins, picking up a different cupcake to the one she had already touched, peeling away the paper casing. She takes a huge bite. ‘Oh yes, this is good stuff, you should try some!’

She plops a generous dollop of chocolate icing on your cheek, which makes you grin back in response. The banter is reviving you and you’re starting to feel a lot better through this positive interaction, no longer minding the previous events of the day and the fact that Erin was nowhere to be found. As you wipe the icing off your cheek and eat it (damn, it’s good!) it dawns on you that you ought to explain why you’re there and ask about Erin’s whereabouts, but Holtzmann doesn’t give you the chance to open your mouth. 

‘Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful always, but today you’re looking sad and beautiful,’ she starts. ‘Wanna talk about it?’

There’s concern plainly in her eyes, along with something you can’t quite put the finger on. You’re used to her flirtatious manner, and the abundance of compliments she willingly gives you at every interaction but you don’t really want to burden her with how you’re feeling, so you say so. With a comforting hand on your knee, she nods empathetically, hair falling over her face and you feel the urge to brush it away for her. You resist, for now.

‘If you wanna talk about it, it’s not a burden to me. I’m here for you. If not, we can eat and talk about anything else. Or just eat. These are really good,’ you know she’s not being insensitive, because this sentiment touches you and has just the right amount of playfulness to it. Maybe it’s the sugar or her hand millimeters from your skin, but you’re suddenly feeling a lot better. When she retracts it, you can still feel the warm place where it just was.

‘I’d love to sit here and eat cake and talk with you, Holtz,’ you say, pinching off a bit of cake out of her hand, rather than taking a cupcake for yourself.

She pretends to swat your hand away, smirking. 

‘Oh we’re going to have to teach you a lesson in manners,’ she whispers, sending shivers down your spine. ‘Kidding,’ she says, returning to her regular voice. ‘I love how generous you are.’

You’re blushing now, but curious to see where this line of conversation is to go. So you play along.

‘Oh, is that so? I am pretty good at that,’ you say, gesturing towards the box. She nods.

‘And how kind,’ she says, nibbling at her second cake.

‘Smart,’ she says, though her brow furrows when you snort in disbelief.

‘You’re very modest,’ she says pointedly. ‘Almost to the point where it becomes infuriating.’

You giggle a little, breathless and embarrassed by her kindness. You felt so awkward, but a good kind of awkward.

‘As far as you’ve seen anyways,’ you wink suggestively, way overcompensating for the discomfort you’re feeling.

‘With a great sense of humour too,’ she says, eyes crinkling in the corners. She seemed calm, happy, and so close to you. This was a different side to what yo’d seen before of Holtzmann. You’d seen snapshots of her personality but this felt so much more bare and intimate. She breaks through your muddled thoughts easily.

‘And that’s just your brain,’ she turns her head slightly and tucks her hair behind an ear, running fingertips through her hair and looks at you out of the corner of her eye. You can sense that you’re currently on the same wavelength and it feels strange, exciting and somewhat inevitable.

‘Oh, by the way, you’ve got some icing left on your cheek,’ she says, gesturing vaguely to the area where you must not have wiped it off properly. As you reach up to wipe it off properly, her hand moves, lightning fast to lace her fingers with yours. You don’t pull away, but squeeze gently. 

‘Can I get that for you?’ she says, moving in slowly. Her legs move to uncross as she eases onto her knees. You nod, still holding both her hand and eye contact. As if in slow motion her face moves towards yours. Its both a surprise and completely unexpected when her lips touch your cheek ever so gently, then firmer as you realise her intention is to kiss the stray icing from your face.

Pulling her by the waist until she is almost in your lap, you nudge the box out of the way with your foot before wrapping that leg around her. She plants kisses along your jawline, murmuring things she likes about you with each one as you run your fingers through her hair. You’re trying not to grin so much, because this has clearly been long-awaited by both parties and just feels so organic. Not because you want it to stop, but because you have to say something, you pull away ever so slightly, but she curls further into you.

‘Okay, it’s my turn now,’ you say after some time. She looks up.

‘I could tell you,’ you whisper, gently biting your lip. ‘Or I could show you.’

It’s now not your own lip held gently between your teeth.

[thefankid]

.....idk if im into holtzmann or if i want to be her