#crap fic

[mochibuni]

Christmas Sweater - a crap fic for Jojo

"Do you think he wears Christmas sweaters?"

"Er, who?"

"That guy, in the tuxedo," Dean gestured to the TV screen shining brightly in candy colored animation. A man had just ripped off a Santa suit revealing a tuxedo and cape beneath. "Do you think he wears it with that cape?"

Cas thought for a moment, "He seems inclined towards formal attire. Are Santa suits formal attire?"

"No."

"Oh," Cas paused, "Then maybe, considering he finds it fitting to wear a Santa suit with a suit and cape."

Dean opened his mouth to argue, about how tuxedos were cool (who didn't think James Bond was cool?) and capes were cool, so clearly this animated man must be cool, but decided to politely cough instead. Cas had picked this movie, after all, Dean shouldn't have to defend a thing. He did even want to watch the thing!

This whole evening started because Dean had stipulated only holiday movies should be watched during the holidays after Cas had tried to rent Hairspray for the tenth time that month.

"Sailor Moon is not a holiday movie, it's not even a movie," Dean huffed, looking at the little blonde girl on the front cover.

"This one is a movie, the S movie, and it takes places during Christmas," Cas informed, pointing to the back cover.

A few hours later and here they were, Cas enjoying his crazy animated movie and Dean begrudgingly feeling the same.

"Hey, he attacked with a dreidel, that makes him kind of cool," Dean finally ventured.

"Yes, yes he did," Cas smiled, "Perhaps he does not wear Christmas sweaters after all."

[himmeh]

BlackIce Week 2, prompt 2

Okay, here we go... I'M VERY LATE D: ButproudbecauseIdidit! x,D

This is kind of an AU, since Jack isn't a Guardian but Pitch lost the battle and stuff and, yeah xD My friend revised this to me --Thanks Ann <3

Prompt: Magic Snowball

The Nightmare King’s defeat spreaded like a breeze through the world of the spirits.

It was the subject of almost every conversation of the magical beings, from Leprechauns to more powerful creatures. It was the news of the millennium, the gossip that seemed to never end, the event of the year.

Pitch Black, the terrible Boogeyman, had risen from the ashes after centuries of imprisonment and humiliation. He had demonstrated an enviable strength, using his powerful black sand and nightmares to conquer the belief of children and destroy the Guardians.

And he almost succeeded.

Almost proved his strength, almost ceased to be a joke in everybody’s sight. Almost.

After his shameful defeat even the weakest of the spirits felt free to laugh in Pitch’s face. To laugh in the face of fear.

Wherever he went, Black always was seen as a fool, and it just increased the Nightmare King’s rage.

He was planning an attack that would make everyone be quiet, to have a taste of their own medicine, because the world could mock, but could not kill the fear.

"Wait, the Boogeyman?" - suddenly someone's voice caught Pitch’s attention.

Who could it be? He was in the middle of a desolate, frozen forest, who, in their right mind, would be there?

"The one who lost against the Guardians and got burried in a hole for almost two years?"

Upon hearing this, in that mocking tone, Pitch turned, smiling in a sarcastic and cruel manner.

"Oh, be my guest, Frost!"

No, he would not be the fool again.

"Wow, can’t you handle a little joke?" – Jack, the spirit of winter, exclaimed, raising both hands in the air.

"I do not have time for a spirit like you" - Pitch said, controlling himself to not roll his eyes.

"What do you mean by it?" - Jack asked, doing his best to not show his annoyance.

"Hah, you are Jack Frost, you make a mess wherever you go. You spend your time freezing pipes and spreading little antics to try to gain a bit of attention "- Pitch gesticulated, proud to have broken the other spirit’s smile -" At least children believed in me before, how about you?"

"Stop it!" - Frost exclaimed, narrowing his eyes  and threatening Pitch with his staff.

"Oh... Did  I hit a soft spot? " - Black said in a tone of false repentance -" What? Can you not handle a little truth?"

And then something cold hit the Boogeyman’s face.

A... Snowball?

Jack Frost had dared to hit the Nightmare King with a snowball?!

Oh no... He would not survive. Pitch would make that boy die! ...

...Die in laughter.

[himmeh]

BlackIce Week 2, prompt 1

Summer.

Jack was not used to the heat that invaded the globe from time to time, after all, it was the reverse of his element.

The boy often fled to regions where winter still predominated, spreading snow and fun for the cities where the sun did not come often. However, in the current situation, Frost had not much choice but to stay in Burgess and face the massive heat.

Because now he was with Pitch and for the first time over 300 years of existence Jack had a place to return to. The Boogeyman's lair had become his home. Jack could not and did not want to move away from that place for months, simply.

In early summer the albino had secured the Nightmare King that he would be fine; Jack spread snow and ice for nearly every corner of the underground cave, turning the soil in a sort of skating rink.

Frost just did not expect that the summer would penetrate through the cracks of the rocks and make the place a sauna. Even the wind blew hot, making the boy find out that he did not have as much resistance as he thought.

Jack was not used to the heat, and never would.

Laying on the ground with closed eyes, Jack felt the sweat running down his skin, melting the thin layer of ice that covered his body.

He could feel the strands of his snowy-white hair sticking to his forehead. It was like the piece of winter living in his core was melting.

Warm, very warm.

Jack squirmed until he lay on his side, wondering if he should have accepted Pitch’s offer of moving to a colder place during those months.

---

When Jack woke up he took a few seconds to realize that the Boogeyman was leaning towards his face.

"Pitch ...?" - he asked, his voice dry, feeling a comfortable cold wind caressing his hair and what looked like a block of ice pressed into his back. It did not take long to realize that they were in Antarctica.

The Nightmare King only smiled, showing his sharp teeth.

"You know, the role of Sleeping Beauty has already been taken"

Jack laughed, moving slowly, making small noises of who was going through a wave of laziness and refused to get up.

"Are you trying to seduce me by moving in this way?" - Pitch asked with a playful grin - "Nobody will help if I assault you here."

"You wouldn’t do this with someone helpless like me, right?" - Frost said, blinking slowly.

"Would you like to bet?"

Jack just laughed.

[jamesraoulsilva]

Have you heard about the new 007?

Rating: Teen and up Pairing: 00Silva / TiagoxBond Summary: James Bond has just been promoted to 007 and he screwed up majorly.

For johnnykillbride.

Chapter 1/?

Link to AO3

[thepopedameron]

So this isn't very good, but the pic of Kendall and the baby inspired it...

"Mrs. Schmidt, Mr. Schmidt," the doctor says as he walks back into your hospital room, "I am glad to present to you your healthy baby girl. Do you have a name?" You watch as Kendall gently lifts his daughter and holds her for the first time. It's a beautiful picture; the spark of fatherhood radiates around him as he admires the infant in his arms. You marvel at how such a perfect life, married to the perfect husband, could get any better. Breaking from his awe at your child, Kendall lifts his head slightly, looking right at you. Breathlessly, he whispers "She has my eyes."