#12daysofholtzmann

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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.”