12daysofholtzmann

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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)

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Lavender and Vanilla

(Holtzmann x Reader) Word count: 561(I think) I just want to thank my pal @ace-blogs for reading this over for me and helping me come up with a title.

The day had been gloomy, rain and sleet mixed with the city’s everyday smog. The air was thick and suffocating, causing you to feel claustrophobic in your shared home. The light yellow walls of your shared bedroom that normally was reminiscent of a beautiful sunny day now looked like they were stained with years of cigarette smoke. This daze you had been in the past day had been sending you in and out of dizzy spells. You walked, well, slid over. Your feet trudging along the ground towards the curtain covered window, the cheap material scratched at your palms as you pulled it across the metal rod. Light flooded in, illuminating the messy bed with a mountain of pillows scattered against the head board. You grab the plush throw that was draped across the back of the rocking chair. You wrap the blanket around you, breathing in deeply. It still smelt like Jillian. The scent had always drawn you to her as it was so unique. Unlike any perfume you could purchase off a shelf, Holtz smelt like smoke, grease, and of the stranger variety for someone like her, vanilla. Although now that she was together with you, she had an underlying scent of lavender. That was thanks to the candles you had scattered around your apartment. You let the breath go, you stepped towards the queen sized bed laying down across the bottom. Your head hung heavy, the springs in the mattress squeaked. You heard the familiar sound of the ecto-1 rolling down the street. A smile danced across your face, the corners of your eyes creasing. Dimples formed at the corners of your upturned mouth. A couple minutes pass and you hear her keys twisting in the door. You hear a sigh carry through the open doors, and multiple bags hit the floor creating a solemn thud. “Holtzy, baby, are you done busting ghosts yet?” you call out. Your mood lifting slightly at the thought of her. You lift your body, sitting with your leg crossed. Her boots clunked against the hardwood floors, sometimes being muffled by the carpets you used to make the rooms look more like a home. With each step your smile grew and you jumped out at her as she entered the room. Her blonde hair spilling out of the bun, and onto her shoulders. Jillian’s Ghostbusting outfit was covered in green goo. “Aw, damn, (Y/N) you could have waited 10 minutes and we could have avoided you getting slimed too. “I didn’t want to wait any longer though” You say, wrapping your arms around her tighter. “I only spent a couple nights at the fire house, it wasn’t like I was gone a week.” Holtzmann said, you could hear the smile in her voice as she said it. She ran her hands through your hair, twirling it between her fingers. You slid your hands to her cheeks, almost cradling her head in your hands. You pull her to you, kissing her gently. Your hands slid down, causing your arms to rest on her shoulders. The room got dimmer, as the little bit of sun was covered by a rogue dark cloud. The lavender candles gave the room a romance movie feel, your hands moved to her shoulders. You pushed and moved her away from you, “Before I kiss you again, go get a shower.”

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12 Days of Holtzmann - Snow!

Ok, several days late, but I wrote a little something to try to keep the @12daysofholtzmann thing going, cause I thought the fics were cute!

So this is Day 6 - First Snow

‘And finally, it looks to be an unseasonably warm finish to December this year, Jim – how’s the winter weather looking?’

Disappointed, you turned off the TV, not wanting to hear about the unusual sunny spells and mild temperatures gracing NYC, sure it was great for everyone else, travelling would be easy, outside would not be viciously cold. But for you, the only thing you wanted this year was being denied to you. You wanted the cliché: the picture-postcard Christmas. The Winter Wonderland. The SNOW.

It was your first Christmas in New York and first away from home. This was the year you had actually accomplished things: you’d graduated; you’d taken a massive leap of faith and moved to your dream city. You might have lived off nothing but you’d made it work. You’d even (eventually) managed to snag yourself an amazing job: working for the Ghostbusters. You’d started as an general assistant (or as Abby labeled you ‘Kevin Wrangler’), but over the year they had trusted you with bigger jobs and more responsibilities; now you ran the website, held the grand title of ‘Buster Dispatcher’, and tried your best to check the equipment in, and out, of the firehouse.

Where Abby, Patty and Erin were paragons of armoury safety, Holtzmann, you had rapidly deduced, was a danger to society and very possibly humanity. So far she had reliably informed you that, safety lights, post-accident medicals and <u>not</u> being allowed to carrying around the super-dangerous-totally-untested-probably-unstable-and-most-definitely-nuclear-proton-weaponry, were for dudes.

Even now, on Christmas Eve, she was perched on a swivel chair with one foot up on her desk, blowtorch left running perilously close to setting her toes on fire. The new equipment in front of her was forgotten, her soldering iron acting as a microphone as she energetically mimed whatever song was blaring through her new headphones. It had been a long day. You moved to large window in the lab, staring at the sky, willing it to be a dark purple: the promise of snow. But no, twinkly stars shone back at you from the clear, beautiful, midnight blue above. Mocking you. Stupid sky.

Holtz caught you pouting. Still dancing, she tried detangling herself from her spaghetti confusion of wires. She tripped in an enthusiastic arabesque, knocking over the soldering kit AND the blowtorch;

 ‘Oh shoot…’

Flames quickly spread in front of your eyes. Erin almost moved quicker, fire extinguisher in her hand and an unsurprised and unperturbed expression on her face. Patty got up, rubbing the large 3.5 off of her ‘Day’s Without A Fire’ board and replaced it with 0.

‘Damnit Holtzy, you were on a record baby! I knew I shoulda bought you wireless…’ She rolled her eyes and settled back into the history book she had been studying.

‘It’s supposed to be SECRET Pats’ she stuck her tongue out, giving herself the once over. Carefully putting her now singed equipment to one side, Holtz slinked over to your side. 

‘The brightest one is the Dog Star’ she pointed out the window ‘but you know him better as Sirius…’ Her hand reached for your own Secret Santa present, a charm bracelet with a tiny Deathly Hallows trinket, and smiled. ‘What’s up, buttercup?’

‘I just… I just wanted it to snow. That image of New York at Christmas, you know… I’ve dreamed of that – Christmas is shopping, hot chocolate, ice-skating, more shopping and walking through Central Park in the snow…’ You paused; Holtz had a funny look on her face, holding back a smile? A laugh? Or a smirk? ‘Fine. I know it’s cheesy, but back home we don’t get snow all that often, and never at Christmas. It was the final thing on my list that would have made this year perfect.’ You were pouting again and that was the final straw.

Holtzmann let out a giggle and came straight at you, poking your sides ‘awww my little tourist!’ She stepped it up, tickling you and reciting ‘let it snow’ at the top of a silly singsong voice. 

‘No Jillian, I’m not in the mood’, you huffed and pushed her away. You were done with today, tired from work, tired from Christmas prep, and now you were completely, and rather irrationally upset with Holtz for laughing at you. The silence that followed was a little too deafening, even the radio had stopped. You never first named the good doctor, and really, you’d never refused her attention. The other girls were staring and you already felt stupid.  It was time to go home. Grabbing your coat and waving, you simply left.

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Your bed was comfy, warm, and your place to wallow and think. You’d been there 3 hours so far. You didn’t mean to be so sharp with Holtz, she was only trying to cheer you up… Jillian Holtzmann: mad, reckless, obscenely intelligent, absurdly dressed yet perfectly coordinated, beautiful Holtzmann. Wait, did you call her beautiful? You shook your head, trying to clear it of her, Holtzmann wasn’t the problem… Even if she did think you were silly and mean for shouting and didn’t like you anymore… That was fine. You were annoyed because you’d tried really hard, that was all. They’d all been so good to you that you had put a lot into making the ending to this year perfect for everyone. You’d started the secret santa so everyone would get presents, you had been shopping with Abby… and Patty… and Erin… and Kevin! You’d even dragged Holtz out but never again. Not unless you had bribery snacks… You’d admittedly almost broken a Ghostbuster or two on the ice skating rink but you’d bought hot chocolate to warm them up again after. All you needed was the snow. But if Holtzy thought you were silly, the other girls must too, so what was the point?!

You wrapped your duvet around you like a burrito and curled up on your windowsill, staring at the stars again. You found Sirius and made a little wish, that they’d forget today had happened, that you could go back after Christmas and all would be fine… and maybe that a small blond doctor would forgive you and come back to…

‘You can see it better from the roof you know, you escape some of the light pollution’

You jumped so violently you fell off your perch, landing with a heavy and muffled thud on the floor. You peeked out from the duvet, spying biker boots and mismatched socks, before a mass of curls and an upsidedown crazyface filled your view.

‘Um ma’am, are you aware that duvet dwelling is against the rules of Hide and Seek?’ With a surprising amount of strength she whipped it off you and threw it on the bed ‘due to excessive cheating, I am afraid you are disqualified from the game. Please get your shoes on and come with me. Oh, and you’ll need a coat’ 

Completely thrown, you complied without question. Why not… She was waiting for you by the door of your apartment, ‘How did you even get in?!’ She grinned waving a spare key at you. ‘When did you…’ She stuck a finger to your lips to shush you, and then took your hand. She took you to the top of the building and turned to you at the fire escape.

‘Shut your eyes’

‘Holtz…’

‘Shut. Your. Eyes’

‘Please Holtz, I…’

‘UGH!’ She flounced behind you and clamped her hands over your eyes, guiding you forward. 

The crisp night air hit you with a chill, you shivered and Holtz came in a little closer. She was like a little beacon of warmth. The butterflies that had been stilled by guilt were now fluttering in your stomach. You were getting part of your wish then… She stopped without warning and you bounced back against her strong grip, 

‘Oop, my bad. Right. Keep your eyes SHUT ok? No sneaky peaking!’

You felt her leave your side, damn… it was colder without her… You heard a machine start up, an engine? No… a fan maybe… You hoped she wouldn’t take much longer, you thought you felt a spot of rain… there was another… oh quite a few spots actually…  

‘Holtzmann?! It’s…’

‘Ok, open up!’

You blinked. It wasn’t raining… it was snowing! The rooftop was covered in white, powdery, perfect looking snow! Stunned, you turn to Holtz, who was adjusting the large home-made looking snow machine… And you were hit in the face with a large snowball.

‘Hey!’

 ‘Gotchya baby!’ Patty enveloped you in a hug. Over her shoulder you spied Abby and Erin making a snowman by the vents. ‘I think Holtzy felt a little bad. Anyone who’s been near you this month has gotten the whole sparkly Christmas treatment… She didn’t mean to upset you’ she brushed the snow out of your hair and smiled kindly, ‘you might not see it all the time, but Holtz really cares about you. She’s just a little…’ 

‘LET IT BE KNOWN THE WEATHERMAN WAS WRONG. I AM THE COMMANDER OF SNOW’

Holtzmann was stood in a victorious power stance, two fingers placed to her forehead and a triumphant grin on her face. You looked from her, to Erin, Abby and their wonky snow…ghost?, to Patty and the now blanketed roof. You strode straight to her and hugged her. Tight. 

‘You did it’ You mumbled into her shoulder,

‘Did what, snowybutt?’

‘You made it perfect.’ She tried to pull back but you weren’t letting go, she submitted and just pulled you tighter. ‘I’m sorry for pushing you. And first naming you. And being mean. I’m sorry.’ You let go and looked into her perfect blue eyes… which she promptly rolled.

‘Pshh. Sorry for my lack of universal atmospheric control, I am trying. Oh! And for the mess. I don’t actually know how degradable this snow is. I knocked the whole thing up after you left. Sooooo it might be here a while…’ She shuffled her feet in the now ankle deep powder. ‘Actually I might just…’

She leapt to the machine’s kill switch, but the remaining snow continued to fall. Those butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach again as you watched her. Maybe it was you with the problem… and she might just be your solution…

‘Hey come on you guys! Come here’ Erin beckoned you both to the building side, she’d set up her camera ‘Quick it’s on a timer!’

You both joined them and smiled just in time for the flash to go off. Patty inspected the results, and handed the phone to you nodding approvingly. You couldn’t help but smile: you, with your four best friends on a rooftop, the New York cityscape behind you, and snow swirling in the air, caught by the winter breeze. ‘It’s perfect’ you grinned – ‘my first winter snow!’

Hope you enjoyed… I might do more if this is ok!! Thanks to @12daysofholtzmann for the idea and lovely feedback! Ace xx

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Christmas Tree Decorating

(Holtzmann x Reader) Day 5: Not really proud of this, but oh well. I've been flip flopping over my writing style so I don't know if thats it. Hope you enjoy it I guess? Word Count: 434 it was a couple of weeks from Christmas and I was trying to set up the tree, some music playing in the background. "Jillian! Do you want to come help me?" I call out to the woman in the other room. I hear clattering of tools on her workbench, and then heavy footsteps coming down the hall. She enters the room a grin on her face, she walks up behind me placing her arms around my waist. Her head resting on my shoulder, turning it to place a kiss on my cheek. I laugh softly, "This our tree, we're like a little family." My smile grows thinking about spending the future with Holtzmann. Jillian grins at me, our history was long and winding. Friends for years, and then for the past 9 months we've been a couple. I've never been happier than these months with her. "(Y/N)? Hate to break you out of a day-dream but weren't we gonna decorate this tree?"She says to me, bouncing like a kid in a candy store. I nod at her, handing her the garland as she twirls it around her neck as a scarf. The familiar notes of Mariah Carey's 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' rang out through the candle lit room. Jillian and I made eye contact, she starts dancing and hilariously lip syncing. I roll my eyes, stealing the garland from around her neck. Wrapping it around the base of the tree, twisting up the large base to the top. Grabbing the case of ornaments, looking over at Jillian. Seeing her staring at me with a strange look her eyes. "Honey? Is there something wrong?" I say slightly concerned. Holtzmann shakes her head rapidly, "No, I just realized how I don't want to be anywhere else but here, right now, with you." My cheeks flush red, and walk across the room to her. Cupping her face in my hands, kissing her. Moving my hands up to her entangling them together. I pull away from her a tear dripping down my cheek. Putting my arms around her, my head in the crook of her neck. "I love you, so much." I say in a soft whisper. She smelt like smoke and cinnamon and it was almost intoxicating. "Baaaabe, I love you too, but we just need to finish the tree." She says, I could hear the smile in her voice. I nod pulling away from her, walking towards the ornaments I had set on the coffee table. I hand her some and we begin our night of music, dancing, and some non-festive activities.

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Ice Skating

(Holtzmann x Reader) Day 4: Short little fic, about my favourite thing to do in the winter. Growing up in a small town in Canada, we did a lot of this. It brought back so many nice memories, I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it Word Count: 473

It was late on a Saturday night and I sat on the bench just outside of the ice rink. It was a chilly evening, so I was bundled up with handmade knitted garments. Running lace through hole tightening as I go, each wrap and turn reminding me of my childhood. Making sure everything is snug and secure on my body, I make my way to the gate. Swinging it open, and with a quick long stride I was skating. Foot after foot, stride after stride. Memories rushing back of smiling faces and family gatherings. Another stride and the picks at the front of my figure skates dug into the ground. My body swings forward nose connecting with the ground first. A sharp sting from the cold and the collision hits. “Fuuuuck” I groan to myself, ice shavings now cling to my clothes and hair. The ones on my skin had meted from sheer body heat alone. I push myself back up, as a group of four women come onto the rink, laughing and carrying on. The group consisted of a short round woman, a lanky woman with orange hair, a tall woman with very large hoop earrings, and a small blonde woman with goggles? They seemed oddly familiar, almost like the ghostbusters who stopped the ghosts this past summer. Skating around a few more time reminiscing about past relationships and experiences. The blonde woman skated with her friends looking clumsy but oddly gracefully. Kinda like a baby swan, fluffy and adorable but still gracefully. She looks so beautiful, I’ve gotta get this girls number. I increase my strides, steadying myself as to seem more confident. I skate up behind her tapping on her shoulder, “Um, hi? I’m (Y/N), and I was really wondering if I could get your number and then maybe we could go on a date sometime?” I say smiling at her. Her friends had stopped a couple of meters a head of her staring at me, laughing? I look back at the girl, she was trying to keep herself from laughing. “I’m sorry” I say softly, starting to skate away. “No no!” She says letting out a warm laugh, “You just kinda are bleeding right from your nose.” My face goes bright pink, as my hand shoots up to under my nose. I lower it into view, it was stained red. “I’m Jillian Holtzmann, my friends always just call me Holtzmann.” She says. “Oh god you are that ghostbuster woman. You’re so much cuter in person.” I say trailing off at the last sentence. She laughs more, “I try, now how about we skip the date scheduling and I buy you some hot chocolate at the stand outside, and you wash the blood off your nose. Eh?” A smile dances across my face as I say to Holtzmann “Sounds delightful.”

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High School Au

(Holtzmann x Reader) Day 3: I’m really proud of this one and honestly it might be mediocre. I’m not the best judge of my own work. Word Count: 774

It was right after lunch, and the bell for third period rang out. “God dammit” I muttered under my breath, I was hoping for a couple extra minutes. Pushing through hallways of teens trudging their way to classes they didn’t give a rats ass about. Running to the staircase, around the corner and into my science class moments before I would have been late. “(Y/N), try to be quicker next time please.” Mrs. Hilston says with and exasperated sigh rolling out of her mouth. “Yes ma'am, I will” I say swinging around lab tables to the one at the back. Swinging my bag on to my lap, ruffling through and bringing out my binder and pen. I lay my head down on my binder listen to the teacher drone on and on about lab safety. “Okay now I’m going to put you in pairs and together you will be dissecting a frog.” Mrs. Hilston says, some blonde girl shoots up with a grin on the other side of the room. “ I will be assigning your partners, starting will Jillian and (Y/N)” The same blonde girl stood up and walked over to me, grin still plastered in her face. “Jillian Holtzmann, your lab partner for the next two periods.” She says reaching out to shake my hand. Reluctantly I put my hand in hers and shake “I’m (Y/N), and I actually forgot this is my double.” I say, sighing. “Don’t like science I take it?” She says, “I prefer english but no, my disdain is more for the teacher not the subject matter.” I say, accenting the word disdain with a comical hand to the forehead. She chuckles, “Mrs. Hitler’s teaching isn’t the greatest is it?” I laugh loudly, “Wow, politically insensitive jokes, I dig it.” “As much I would love keep this conversation going, I think its time to cut this frog open.” Jillian says, my face pales as I choke out a “Yeah.” We both turn around to face the frog layed out on the desk. It sat there all dead and green on its back, with its arm pinned out all vitruvian man like. That odd grin reappeared on Jillian’s face, as she made the first incision with the scalpel. She continued up about half way with the scissors until turning to me. “We’re supposed to do this together, you should take over from here.” She says, handing you the scissors. You take the scissors from her hand slightly shaking. “I don’t quite-” I start to try and tell her about my fear of blood and gore, “ Its fine here, I’ll guide you through it.” She says standing up, leaning over my shoulder to get the best perspective. I go to continue cutting, “Oh no no no. Thats not how you do it.” Jillian takes her hand and puts it over mine, guiding it to making the right cuts. I pull away, putting my back to the open frog. “I can’t do it, I think I might pass out I can’t do gore or blood.” I say, my head spinning. Jillian stands in front of me, peeling off the gloves on her hands. Then placing her hands on the side of my face, “Hey. You can do this. It’s just a little frog, nothing can harm you.” She says calmly, “No no no no” I keep repeating over and over. She places her forehead on mine, “(Y/N).” Still with no response from me, her lips connect with mine. Bringing me out of my daze, I instinctively pull away. “Sorry, I didn’t know how else to distract you.” Jillian looks down at her hands, that were now fiddling with the hem of her shirt. The room still buzzed with chatter, and activity but it felt almost as if you were locked in a trance where things moved in slow motion. “No that was good, wow amazing even. I just I didn’t want to cause a scene more than I already did. But wow I’d love to do that again.” I say rambling and laughing. “Well, that can be arranged.” She says with a wink and a silly little salute. “We should get back to the frog, maybe I should stick to note taking.” I say smiling warmly towards her. “Maybe if you go back to the frog I can kiss you again.” She quips back with a smirk, her chin resting a closed fist gazing at me. I chuckle at the remark but responding with “No way in hell.” She laughs too, “At least let’s get coffee on friday.” My brow furrows, “But today is friday.” “Even better.”

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Okay, I've debating doing this all day and I know its only been 2 days since this has started but I thought this would be good for my mental health. A routine, maybe even a sense of normality but all its doing is making me dread everything. And since I'm waking up at 3-4 pm and going to bed 5-6 am, its so fucking draining. I have 3 scheduled fics that I could either wait and let them come out on there own, or just post all three at once. I feel like such a failure over this and I'm sorry if you were loking forward to it. I just can't keep up with it. If someone could give me feed back on when to post the three scheduled ones I'd greatly appreciate it.

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Abandonment Issues

(Holtzmann x Reader) Day 2: Frick, I’m not proud of this one and this is getting really hard and I’m not digging it. I will get through this no matter what it takes. This ones pretty short, like the rest of them. Oh well. Word Count: 380

It was four am and I lay in my bed mind racing. Logically, I knew Jillian was probably just working late, too enthralled in her own world to notice how late it was. But the thought sat in the back of my mind that she moved on. The brilliant Doctor Jillian Holtzmann found some girl who was smarter and prettier, and all around just better. Someone who could understand all her talk, mumbling about proton beams and possible explosions. I pulled the comforter to my chest, a tear rolling down my cheek. I stretch my arm over to the space Jillian usually occupies. Usually being the key term. She spent so many nights away working and working. My body shook and shook as sobs ran their course through my body. I hear the key turning in the front door. Sniffing my nose, and brushing away the tears from my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweater. Light poured into the room, Holtzmann walk in slowly. Almost like a cartoon creeping in on tiptoe, her arms arched in front if her body. Her talents did not include being quiet in any way shape or form. “(y/n)?” Jillian whispered, “mhmm” I mumbled. Way to upset by my own delusions to have any response turns into words. “Jesus christ, you should be asleep by now. Scooch over now, would ya’?” She says, another tear rolls down my cheek “Yeah” I voice cracking midway, giving away the secret the dark helped keep for me. “Woah woah woah, are you okay? Why are you crying babe?” Her voice drips with worry, she lays down on the bed next to me, switching the lamp on the end table on. Her arm stretches over to me, acrost the pillow where my head was. I pull my self up to her, laying my head on her chest. “You can’t leave me…” I mumbled, balling her shirt up in my fist. “Where the hell did you get that idea?” Holtzmann asks, “ I just can’t lose you, I can’t afford to lose you.” My voice trails off, “Okay (Y/n), why don’t you sleep and I will be right here when you wake up.” She says, her voice like a lullaby with her heart beat lulling me to sleep.

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First Kiss(es)

(Holtzmann x Reader) Day 1: 12 days of Holtzmann begins! First day about first kisses, how fitting. I’m impartial to some fluff, first kisses especially. Word Count: 540

You sat at the desk you shared with Kevin, you’d been hired to basically do all Kevin was supposed to do. Although he didn’t really do anything except keep everyone company. So you did all the work being the primary secretary, and since the whole New York being flooded with ghosts thing happened more and more haunting kept popping up everywhere. Which caused more and more forms need in to be filed and copied. Sadly, the copier on the first level of the firehouse had jammed. Luckily though, Erin had one on the second floor you could use. Swinging around the large desk, you grab the papers in a swift motion, beginning your way up the staircase. Your shoes echoed in the silence of the normally cluttered with noise firehouse. At the top of the stairs you called out to Holtzmann, “The copier on the first floor jammed, I think Kev tried to copy something strange again.” Holtz just sat still, tinkering away at her invention. After a few minutes of no response you went to copy the forms. With the papers all done, you set them in a neat pile atop the copier and began to walk back over to the engineer. “Holtz, did you hear me?” Your voice echoing again. “Holtzmannnnnnnnnn” You groan walking towards her. She still says quiet so you stand behind her leaning in and whispering “Jillian…” Your voice lingering in the last syllable. Her skin forms goose bumps under your breath and her back straightens up. “Hellllllllloo there (y/n).” She says in a slight sing-song voice. “The copy machine broke downstairs and I was wondering if you could find the time to fix it?” You ask with a smirk. “For you, baby-girl? Anything.” Holtz says sending you her signature wink. A flush rises to your cheeks. The woman had definitely caught your eye before but you’d just assumed she was out of your league and resolved on pining from afar. You clamped you mouth shut, nodding and shuffling back to the staircase. Her laughter carries throughout the empty room, “Come on hun, it’s not like I kissed you or anything.” “God, I wish you did” You say aloud, snapping a hand over your mouth. A soft chuckle comes from the girl behind you. Fuck. You walk quicker towards, and down the stairs. Your feet slipping out from under you the third stair down. A high-pitched scream comes out of your mouth in shock. “(Y/n)!! Are you alright?” She says running over, kneeling in front of you. You start laughing, and Holtzmann looks at you quizzically and laughs too. Her laugh fades and she stares at you. She leans in, her face inches away from yours. Holtzmann grabs your shirt, pulling you the rest of the way. Your lips connect and your hand cups her face. The stereotypical sparks go off, wait no, that is a camera flash. “Now Abby owes me twenty bucks!” Patty stands there with her phone out. “I’ll leave you two alone now. Just no frickling on the staircase, people walk there.” You laugh as Holtzmann calls back to her “No promises, I’d say I’m pretttttty irresistible.” You press you forehead to hers, “Just kiss me you idiot.”

[12daysofholtzmann]

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12 days of Holtzmann

For the twelve days leading up till Christmas I wanted to organize something where it would benefit the community. Being a challenge to write a lot, and make new friends. The hardest part for me when writing always has been figuring out what to write about. So I came up wih a handy dandy little list of prompts for you all:

Day 1- First Kiss Day 2- Abandonment Issues Day 3- Teen/High School Au Day 4- Ice Skating Day 5- Tree Decorating Day 6- First Snowfall Day 7- Soulmate Au Day 8- Bobby Pins/Hair Things Day 9- Coffee Shop Au Day 10- Making Cookies Day 11- Snow Storm Day 12- Mistletoe, possibly leading to smut (if you want)

If you are interested, send me a message on here, and if you have any questions message me. Reblog this to help spread it around for more people to see. Following this account would be appreciated, because once it starts I will reblog everybody’s fics just as a central blog to find them. Tag prospective fics with #12daysofholtzmannn and have a merry Christmas!

(Also send this to your favourite fic writers and maybe follow me on my personal blog if you want @vacuousvariety)

[12daysofholtzmann]

12 days of Holtzmann

For the twelve days leading up till Christmas I wanted to organize something where it would benefit the community. Being a challenge to write a lot, and make new friends. The hardest part for me when writing always has been figuring out what to write about. So I came up wih a handy dandy little list of prompts for you all:

Day 1- First Kiss Day 2- Abandonment Issues Day 3- Teen/High School Au Day 4- Ice Skating Day 5- Tree Decorating Day 6- First Snowfall Day 7- Soulmate Au Day 8- Bobby Pins/Hair Things Day 9- Coffee Shop Au Day 10- Making Cookies Day 11- Snow Storm Day 12- Mistletoe, possibly leading to smut (if you want)

If you are interested, send me a message on here, and if you have any questions message me. Reblog this to help spread it around for more people to see. Following this account would be appreciated, because once it starts I will reblog everybody’s fics just as a central blog to find them. Tag prospective fics with #12daysofholtzmannn and have a merry Christmas!

(Also send this to your favourite fic writers and maybe follow me on my personal blog if you want @vacuousvariety)