#holtzbert week

@holtzbert-week day #4 | pride

the Ghostbusters have got their own pride float, Holtz and Erin have become quite the crowd favourites <3

I’m a little late to the party, but here’s my day 1 holtzbert week drabble.

The bed feels empty without her.

Holtz is lying on her back, her arm stretched out across the left side of the bed. She twists her fingers around the sheets, pulling them closer, trying to gain back the feeling of Erin next to her.

They’ve been sleeping together. Not sleeping together, just… sleeping. It’s good. Something she’s been craving. It’s something she didn’t even know she wanted or liked or ached for until now.

Until she’s gone.

Holtz isn’t quite sure how they started. An accidental nap on the couch together here, a nightmare there, and suddenly they were spending the night, the whole night, together. Holtz on the right, Erin on the left. They didn’t bring it up. There was no questioning it. It simply was.

Existing next to her was a privilege.  

Feeling their hands intertwined was… something else. Feeling the breath on her neck. Feeling their legs overlapping. It took her breath away. Not because Erin is hot and sleeping together is sexy, but from Erin’s sheer beauty. It was like her heart was frozen and exploding all at once.

Her pulse jumps as she thinks about it, and then slowly quiets as her brain brings up the next unwanted fact.

Erin has a boyfriend now.

They started dating a bit ago, two maybe three weeks, half as long as Holtz has been sharing a bed with her. It wasn’t until last week that Erin started sleeping over at what’s-his-face’s place. Of course good for Erin, but Holtz feels like she’s missing something now.

Fuck her for giving her this piece and then taking it away.

Holtz angrily sits up and throws the covers off, cupping her head in her hands. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. Erin is Erin and straight, or at least not interested, and not interested. And not interested. And not interested. Either way, this is not a permanent solution. Erin will date people, and sleep with people. People that aren’t her. Sure maybe she’ll get to be the person Erin sleeps next to between boyfriends, and it might not mean anything to Erin, but each night together just makes it harder for Holtz to let her go the next time.

It’s so absurd that it’s reached a point where Holtz has a hard time sleeping without her.

She gets up and walks around her room, tinkering with an electrical board in the back corner of her room, resetting the looping process of the computer running numbers under her window, and then crossing a shirt dropped on the floor. Holtz picks it up. It’s the t-shirt she let Erin borrow once when she crashed before getting her own pajamas from upstairs. It’s wrinkled from weeks of sitting on the floor without being washed, and smells slightly of sweat. She drops it into the hamper, finally, with a sigh and goes back to her bed, flopping down on her stomach on the left side of the bed, face buried in Erin’s pillow.

There’s a nudge on her side and suddenly she’s being shoved over.

“Hey! I was sleeping there!” Holtz pouts, lifting her head to see who’s pushing her.

“No, you weren’t.” Erin hovers at the edge of the bed.

“I’d thought you’d be with your dude, guy, person, tonight.”

“No, I…” Erin looks at the wall to the right of Holtz’ eyes. “I ended things. He’s not the right person.”

“Ah. I understand that.” Holtz sits up and motions for Erin to join her in the bed, observing her nervous bird behavior, like she might fly away any second.

“I’m not looking for the same things he was.” A pause.

Holtz nods slowly.

“Or… um… rather… I am.”

It takes her a second to understand what Erin means, sleep hindering her normally sharp brain. “You? Gay?” is all she can manage to make her mouth say.

“I don’t know, but I like you. I like this.” Erin motions between them. “I found myself missing you when I was with him.”

Holtz reaches out to take her hand, not quite convinced this isn’t a dream and she didn’t actually fall asleep earlier. Erin slides into bed beside Holtz, pulling her closer. Holtz wraps her arms around Erin in a vertical hug, but when Erin moves to kiss her, she stops her.

“I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow regretting this.”

“I won’t,” Erin whispers, coming closer again.

“I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and find out I was dreaming this.”

I’m behind on reblogging things here (and on finishing my own entries WHOOPS), but I just wanted to pop in here on the second anniversary of our beloved Ghostbusters to say: thank you! To everyone who contributed, to everyone who’s rushing to finish their entries for this year and to everyone who’s just enjoying all the good good new content: THANK YOU. This fandom has been one of the most rewarding parts of my life for two years now and I’m glad to see you’re all still around talking about these two ghost nerds in love.

I’ll write a more detailed entry soon, but for now, just wanted to say thanks and we’ll be accepting your submissions to Holtzbert Week whenever you end up finishing them. lol