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100-percent-jazzed-to-meet-you:

“Woah!” Holtzmann protested, holding her hands up in front of her–in objection, not surrender. “You are not stitching me up. No needles.” She insisted, backpedaling quickly. “Y’know, I think you’re overreacting. I was bein’ overdramatic, really, I’m fine!” She said quickly, shooting out of her seat, ignoring the lightheadedness that came with it. She lent on it heavily, but remained standing out of sheer spite, even in her albeit weakened state.

Her docile phase was now officially over. She didn’t want to, but she found herself growing slightly frantic. Even though she knew that something was obviously wrong, she now refused to admit it, regretting her original decision. However, she still tried to hold a facade of indifference.

From one look, Holtzmann could tell that Abby wasn’t convinced, and that she thought she was just stalling. She huffed, “Abby, Erin, and…” She hesitated, the name on the tip of her tongue. “Patty.”

She knew that Abby was looking for more, but Holtz quickly realized that she had no more to give. Suddenly, she was on the defensive, “Actually, yeah, it does sound kinda stupid.” She said, cringing at the hurtful words that just came out of her mouth. “Just- I’m okay, Abby.”

“Holtzmann! Don’t be a baby. You’re bleeding, look!” Abby held up her hands, which were almost completely covered in dark red, semi-dried blood. Abby could tell she was having a hard time staying up right, but decided to let her try it on her own before she stepped in again. This must be a lot for her to take in, especially on top of a hangover.

“I did say last names too, you know.” She frowned, grabbing a washcloth from the counter and cleaning off her hands. Holtzmann’s words stung and she winced, but tried not to take it to heart.

She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “You are so not okay. Don’t make me get Erin and Patty in here to help me carry your ass to the hospital. Holtzmann you could barley remember their names. You have a concussion. Or worse.”

drholtzphd:

Holtzmann giggled, briefly stopping her motions to bring Abby into a rainbow-caped embrace and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Can you believe Lady Gaga saved 2017 last night? She’s my queer hero. My queer-o, if you will. Coming second after you, of course.” The engineer grinned at her girlfriend, melting like a puppy as her hair was played with.

The cape surrounded her and she laughed, kissing Holtzmann back, the smile never leaving her lips. “I’m pretty sure she’s a lot of people’s ‘queer-o’. She raised her hands and used finger quotes when she said the made-up word. “I don’t know how you’re not deaf yet.” She winced, the loud music still causing them to practically scream at each other.

drholtzphd:

Holtzmann huffed when she heard Abby’s announcement, not even turning to look at her as she danced over to her desk to grab some baking soda. She sprinkled it over the puddle of acid on the floor as she swayed to the beat. As soon as the familiar sound of the chorus approached, the blonde began to belt along at the top of her lungs and carefully sidestepped away from the broken glass. She moved directly in front of the other woman, practically on top of her, and shimmied to the beat. “Hello, Abs!” Holtz exclaimed in between singing.

Abby leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms, watching with admiration as her co-worker cleaned up the floor. She couldn’t help but notice her head starting to nod along with the song. “Hi, Holtzmann!” She yelled even louder, raising an arm to ruffle the mess of blonde hair atop the other woman’s head.

drholtzphd

Holtzmann was blasting Born This Way in the lab, sketching plans for her next project. She had a rainbow flag tied around her neck while she worked, spinning and lifting her hand occasionally in Gaga’s signature claw. She didn’t even notice the sound of footsteps ascending the staircase as she screeched out the lyrics. “She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on in the glass of her boudoir.”

Normally, Abby is able to block out the sounds coming from the lab upstairs, because normally, there’s always sounds coming from the lab upstairs. However, this particular music caught her attention. She grinned to herself and closed her binder, mentally telling herself that she’s get back to her research later. She climbed the stairs and slowly peeked in, laughing when she saw her favorite blonde engineer twirling around, the flag fluttering behind her. “Hey, Crazy! You spilled acid on the ground again!” She yelled, pointing to a newly broken jar that she could only have guessed was knocked over by a sick dance move.

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100-percent-jazzed-to-meet-you:

Holtzmann sat bolt upright in surprise when Abby launched herself at her in response to her question. Well, there went her plan to keep it casual.

She had always prided herself on her ability to be independent. Of course, she wasn’t dumb enough to refuse any and all help, but she liked to be able to do things on her own, without having to explain herself to others. That being said, she found it hard to let herself be taken care of; pitied was the person that tried mothering the blonde. After she had met Abby, her quote-unquote “first friend,” she mellowed out slightly in that aspect, but her stubbornness occasionally reared its head, especially when she wasn’t quite in the right state of mind.

Even though Holtz knew that Abby was just trying to help, she instinctively leaned away from the hands slightly. However, after the initial hesitation, she held herself still, allowing her friend to look for an injury. She was sure that Abby was trying her best to be gentle, but she couldn’t help wincing as a couple of particularly sensitive areas were perused. There was a disconcerting silence, which prompted Holtzmann to speak up.

“Is everything okay, or am I gonna need something a bit stronger than Advil?”

Abby knew Holtzmann was being kind by letting her check over her like this, but to be honest, she could give a shit if the blonde didn’t want her to worry. She could tell that, although she was being as gentle as possible, it still hurt. “I’m sorry.” She said softly, trying to clear the hair away from the gash in her head so she could get a good look at it.

“Uh,” She said a little too loudly. “I don’t think you need hospital stitches, I can probably stitch you up, but...” Abby turned around and opened a drawer, pulling out one of the firehouse’s many first aid kits. “You might have a concussion.” She said as matter-of-factly as she could, trying to hide the obvious concern in her voice.

She walked around so she was facing Holtzmann and snapped her fingers to get her to look up at her. “This is going to sound stupid but I need you to do it... What’s my name? And the other two women we work with, what are their names? First and last.”

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drholtzphd:

“Abby, as much as it may shock you, I put a lot of effort into my appearance. It takes a lot to get this perfect artfully disheveled look. I may not know the difference between a winter and a summer dress, but I will certainly work on some prototypes and figure out how to make this device as small as I possibly can.” Holtzmann scrunched up her nose and dramatically—jokingly—flipped her hair. “Holtzy doesn’t want some big clunky machine on her chest, ruining her figure.” The engineer giggled. “You love it. Too bad I wasn’t saying that to Erin, though. Could you imagine her face?”

“Holtzmann, I don’t doubt it. I’ve seen you when you wake up in the morning and trust me, you’re no angel.” She laughed, her eyes going wide as she thought of the wild blonde curls and smudged makeup that litter her face when she’s tired. “Plus, it’s not your figure we’re worried about here. You could wear a potato sack, that was actually full of potatoes, and still look like a thousand bucks. But, nevertheless, it would be appreciated if it wasn’t too bulky.” Abby gave a laugh and shrugged. “Erin probably would’ve passed out, let’s be real.”

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scientificxmethod:

“Do you now?” Erin asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice. Or, something she hoped was playfulness rather than heartbreak. Experience had taught her that people rarely frequented the same coffee shops often, let alone ‘basically lived in them’, if there wasn’t an incentive to go other than coffee. Which was fine. Erin, more than anything, just wanted Abby to be happy. With whomever happened to make her happy. “Any particular reason for that?”

Taking a sip of her drink, she decided to at least just enjoy the coffee. Once having vowed she’d never go near the stuff, she’d developed quite the addiction after one particularly terrible internship, and at this point Erin was hooked. Letting out a soft chuckle, she looked back at Abby, a small smile on her face. “It was worth it, though… In the end…” Realizing she’d just stumbled upon a very difficult topic of conversation - after all, last time they’d written a book, Erin had just up and left - the physicist sighed, looking back at Abby with an apologetic look on her face. “… I’m still sorry… You know that, right?”

“Sure,” Abby smiled, taking a sip of her own drink again after blowing on it to cool it down. “They’re the only place around here that has a loyalty card. I’ve almost earned my free muffin.” She laughed. Although, sure, that was a good reason for her to always go there, she kept the real reason to herself. It was too painful for her, to sit in HQ and watch Erin. Every time she looked up from her desk and saw the physicist smile, or laugh, or get lost in her equations, it broke another piece of her heart. Abby used to make Erin happy. She missed that.

“Yeah..” She added, shifting uncomfortably at the new mood in the room. She knew Erin was sorry. She knew that. It didn’t make it hurt any less, though. The level of humiliation and betrayal she had suffered... “It’s uh,” She cleared her throat. “It’s all over now, I guess. Doesn’t matter much anymore that you left.” The words left a stinging sensation on her tongue that wasn’t from the hot coffee.

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100-percent-jazzed-to-meet-you:

Holtzmann scoffed through her smile. Of course that was the song she sung, naturally. However, her smile faded slightly as Abby went on, talking about their recent excursions.

“Um, yeah,” She lied, “course I remember the bust. It was, uh, Spencer Mansion, right?” She asked. Her brows furrowed in thought, the faintest hint of fear creeping in on the edges of her mind. “No, that wasn’t…” She muttered to herself, glancing down at the table as she tried to remember what had happened. There had been a big ghost. No, big dog. No, little dog big ghost? For some unknown reason, she could not for the life of her recall anything that had happened on the trip.

“There was a chihuahua?” Holtz tried, but that didn’t seem to be the right answer either. She brought her hand up to rub the back of her head, but pulled her hand away with a wince right after it made contact.

“So, Abs, um…” She paused, clicking her tongue lightly as she thought. She didn’t want to worry her, because they both knew how she got when a fellow friend was hurt. “Did I, oh, I dunno, hit my head or anything on the bust. Just out of curiosity.”

Abby’s eyebrows furrowed, listening intently as Holtzmann tried to recall their latest bust. A part of her wanted to just blame the memory loss on the night of drinking, but... something wasn’t right. Holtzmann never forgot a bust. Abby shook her head. “No, Blondie, there wasn’t a Chihuahua.”

The tone of Holtz’s voice immediately let her know something was wrong, and she only got a confirmation on that theory when she saw the engineer wince as she touched her head.

She shot up immediately, running over to her friend and positioning herself behind her. “No, Holtzmann you didn’t hit your head on the job. I mean, not-” Her fingers worked through the blonde hair, trying to be gentle as she searched for some sort of injury. “Not that I noticed.” She finished, coming across a large red gash at the back of her head.

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amtrak12

Erin Gilbert and Abby Yates being really gay with each other part 4/? (Ghostbusters)

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oreoprince :

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drholtzphd:

“I was thinking about multiple very miniature devices attached to different parts of the body, so upon a certain force of impact, will immediately create an inflatable barrier between the spot of impact and whatever you’re falling on or being whacked by, or something,” Holtzmann shrugged, but her serious expression quickly turned into a sly, flirty grin. “But now that you mention it, I really want to create a kinky collar just to spite you. I won’t for my own mental health, however, because if I created a collar device for protection that looks like a sex collar, that’s all I’ll be thinking of when I look at you gorgeous ladies mid-bust, and that sounds like too many lady boners for me to have in a day.”

“That sounds good to me.” Abby nodded. “As long as you can’t really see them through the jumpsuits, appearance does matter a little... To Patty.” She averted, watching Holtzmann’s expression turn into a grin. “Blondie, I swear to god if you make any of us wear a stupid collar, I’m quitting. I’m going back to Higgins and saying goodbye too all of you forever.” It was a joke, but regretted bring up the collars at all. “Your libido is already out of control.”

drholtzphd:

“Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody’s lookin’ for something.” Holtzmann mouthed along to the words of the song, staring at Abby with her usual sultry expression she made when she was lip syncing to a song. She spun around to another desk, grabbing something to write with and spinning back to the table in time with the music. “So, you’re thinking a little compact air bag like device?” The engineer continued to dance as she spoke.

Abby wanted to roll her eyes, but she was more than used to this at this point. Holtzmann was almost always blasting music and pretending to sing along- or actually singing along on a good day. “Yeah, yeah,” She joined in, trying to tone out the music. “Something small if you can. Ideally something would go around our necks but I don’t think there would be any way to do that without having to fashion some ridiculous collars. And not in the kinky way.”

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100-percent-jazzed-to-meet-you:

“Not me; stomach of steel.” Holtzmann reassured her, patting her belly in emphasis. “Never could look at grape juice the same way, though.” She noted, reaching over to grab the bottle, shaking it a few times out of habit, to make sure it wasn’t empty.

“So, do tell, what songs did I sing?” She asked, trying to twist off the cap, which just clicked quietly in response. “My mind’s drawing a blank, but I know something happened. I-” She paused, looking down at the unopened bottle in her hands. “What the hell?”

Bringing it closer to her face, she read the print on the cap. “Child-proof cap,” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at her own lunacy. Pushing down this time, she managed to successfully remove the cap, tipping two tablets into her hand. Popping them into her mouth, she downed the pills dry, making a face at the unpleasant taste.

“So, what happened?” She asked with a grin, “Cos if Kevin thought to record it, it must’ve been pretty gnarly.”

“Grape juice? Ew, of all the juices.” She joked, watching in amusement as she had trouble with the child-proof cap, asking her jokingly if she needed any help.

“You know, I’m not the Avril expert, but I’m pretty sure you sang a song called Girlfriend? You also tried to serenade every single one of us with it.” Abby laughed at the memory.

“Well, we were celebrating, obviously, we had a huge bust yesterday which I hope you remember.” She eyes Holtz inquisitively. “So we were all drinking, and I guess you took a couple of my shots for me, and well, one thing lead to another. I think we got a noise complaint but I’m sure our neighbors are just assholes.”

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