The first noticeable trait of Dick taking a day off is the fact that you never heard the front door close in the morning. This occurrence had risen you from bed and trailed your feet to the hallway connected to the living room and kitchen. After putting on some coffee, you saw your boyfriend leaning against the living room window, one hand on the side of his face and eyes watching the raging buildup of snow outside.
“Yeah, not going out in that.” Dick motioned for you to see just how much snow was falling. “Breakfast?”
The start of Dick’s days off were usually spent chatting, catching up over unimportant details and badmouthing people with grins on your faces. As the part time gentleman he is, Dick pulls you to do whatever captivates your interest for the day, from reading books in front of your oh so authentic fireplace, to simply getting back in bed and falling asleep. He will entertain basically anything you want to do, as long as he gets to spend his day in your company.
JASON TODD
Upon seeing the feet of snow piled against the door, Jason sighed, whistled, and called it a day. You could only guess he was too lazy to shovel as a leather jacket was thrown back into the closet and the six foot mass of your boyfriend was back in bed. He only groaned from the loss of heat and shuffles in closer to you, putting one hand above his head while the other met your own.
Snowed in days are chalked in as days off, so Jason likes to spend them as he does all the rest. Up until around 1pm he’s sleeping, leaving him to get up at around 1:30 and eat breakfast, breakfast lunch. The buildup of snow and mixing of slush on the roads is enough to set Jason in a bad mood, so he’ll definitely be requiring your personal attention for the rest of the day. Most of the time, you’ll curl up on the couch and watch a movie or bake some cookies, both activities always managing to get Jason back to smiling.
TIM DRAKE
Unlike Jason or Dick, Tim is the type of guy to look at a pile of snow taller than him and think, yeah, I can shovel that.
Well, it turns out that he can’t. You found that out by hearing a scream and discovering your boyfriend drowning in his own grave of snow. He was pretty quiet after that, but allowed you to run him a bubble bath nonetheless.
By the time Tim actually got the chance to soak in the water, he became addicted to the warmth and stayed in there for longer than he probably should have. You sat on the rim of the tub, sifting shampoo through his hair slowly while you two talked about your busy lives respectively.
The rest of the day is spent in bed, save getting up for the bathroom and water. Sugary, energy-filling snacks litter your bed as you sat together, legs crossed, watching an arrangement of movies and videos on Tim’s laptop. Some hours you would be keen eyed while watching true crime, others you would be grabbing each other laughing from videos of cute animals being stupid. Eventually, one of you would begin to doze off, leaving the other to set the laptop aside and clean up the wrappers before collapsing under the covers once more.
Post-ep for "Millennium", wc: 490. Fluffy fluff. Tagging @today-in-fic
The Brightest Star
They walk out of the hospital, Mulder keeping his one good arm around her. It's a new year and he wants the whole world to know that he and Scully are together. In whatever way.
They kissed. Finally. The thought somersaults through his mind. He wants to do it again. And again, and again, and again. He wants to do more. He gazes down at Scully, beaming at her, unable to find words for what he's feeling. She's quiet, too, watching him with soft eyes.
"Let's get you home," she says, patting his hand that's on her shoulder. But he doesn't want to stop touching her. He doesn't want to get in the car, to get home, or anywhere. He wants to be here, with her. There are fireworks somewhere in the distance. Or they're just in his head whenever he looks at Scully.
"You okay?" She asks him now, worry slipping into her voice. No one has ever cared for him like she does. It's been seven years and he's still getting used to someone caring. No, not someone. Scully.
"I am," he answers her, meaning it. How could he not be, with her by his side?
"Home?"
"In a second," he says, pleading with her. "Let's look at the stars, Scully." It's a clear night, the stars winking down at them, the constellations in their favor. But Scully isn't looking at the night sky, she's focused on him. Her concerned face is cute and he chuckles, putting his arm back around her, pulling her close.
"You think I'm high," he says.
"You shouldn't be," she says, much to his surprise. "They didn't give you anything heavy. So what is this about?"
"I just want to look at the stars with you," he says. "Is that okay?"
"It's cold," she mumbles, blushing.
"I'll keep you warm." If it's the last thing he'll do. "Just five minutes?"
"Okay."
"Tell me what you see, Scully."
"Well, there's Cassiopeia," she says, pointing it out. "And Canis Major. It's easy to spot because of Sirius, the brightest star."
"Nah," Mulder says.
"Are you saying I'm wrong?" Oh, how he loves her. Her face is defiant, ready to defeat him with her sharp intellect and her vast knowledge of everything. Meanwhile, he's defenseless, standing here at her mercy.
"I'd never," he says, squeezing her arm. "But Sirius isn't the brightest star." She opens her mouth to protest and he won't let her. So he leans down and steals it from her lips. They spend a long moment just kissing, getting to know each other in this new, fun way.
"Can't be the brightest star," Mulder mumbles against her wet, swollen lips when they break apart to catch their breath. "Because you are. Scully Major, the brightest star in the Mulder universe."
"You're crazy, Mulder," she says with the brightest smile he's ever seen, proving his point.
Sam Manson was an infuriating person to get gifts for, mostly because she was unhelpful.
“I don’t have anything on my list.”
Tucker and Danny groan as the goth shrugged at their dismay.
“C’mon, Sam. Literally anything.”
“I have everything. I’m your rich friend. I should be asking you guys what you want.”
“Well I’ve been eying Dead Teacher’s collector edition for a while now and-”“What Tuck means is, we know what we want. What can we get you?”
Sam puts her finger on her chin looking at the grey sky as they walk home.
“I would love a South American country.”
“Sam…”
“It’s the one thing my parents would never get me.” she sighs, melancholy and painfully sarcastic.
Danny and Tucker look at each other and she smiles at them.
“Really, I’m fine. Get me something small. Something you think I’d like and I’m sure I’ll love it.”
“You don’t like anything.”
“I like you just fine despite everything.” she teases and Danny grins back.
“Okay, well why don’t we agree on ten dollars and we can make something for each other.”
Tucker bobs his head side to side in thought.
“Not a bad idea, but I wouldn’t say no to a Monster Truck, or the new-”
“Ten dollars and we can make it.”
“You don’t have to make anything, I'm happy to buy you guys something cool. My allowance is more than generous and Hanukkah's over so I’m loaded with extravagant gifts from my parents.” Danny wasn’t sure exactly how Hanukkah was celebrated but from Sam’s clipped tone, he imagined she didn’t approve of the gifts.
“Tucker, you want the collector’s set for Dead Teacher? You got it.”
“Woohoo! You’re the best, Sam.”
“You’re welcome. So Danny, what do you want?”
That made him slow down.
Oh no.
“I didn’t make a list this year.”
The other two laugh.
“You were getting on me for not having a list and you don’t have one either?”
“I… I dunno. I’ve been so preoccupied with ghosts this year I haven’t thought about it.”
Everyone slows their walk down the streets of the town they’d vowed to protect. Ghost hunting had been something that infected all of their lives. Tucker offers a tight smile.
“Well.. what’s something that you could use?”
“I don’t know.” his shoulders slouch. “It feels like all I do is fight ghosts and do homework and sleep.”
“I dunno about that. You haven’t been doing your homework.” Sam points out helpfully.
“Haha…”
“And you hardly ever sleep.” Tucker quips.
“Hilarious.”
They stop a hundred feet away from Fenton Works and Danny sighs. The levity he had before is gone, sucked into the air and dissipated.
Danny had been running himself ragged lately. Now more than ever they could see the dark circles under his eyes, the way he carried himself changed depending on how bad the fights were. Even though Phantom won just about all of his fights, they always seemed to take a lot out of him. Sam and Tucker barely had to come and help anymore as the ghost boy seemed to have everything under control. He was good, but not good enough to pretend it didn’t cost him.
They walk slow and steady toward the house and with the shorter distance came the sound of short tempers.
Screaming was common in the Fenton house every December as if it were the choir of every Fenton Family Christmas. Something crashes in the living room of Danny’s house and the boy doesn’t even flinch.
“You sure there’s nothing on your mind?” Sam offers. If Danny wanted to talk then maybe-
“I’ll figure it out. I’ll see you guys later.”
Tucker and Sam look on as Danny doesn’t even wait for them to reply and instead bounds up the steps to his house and shuts the door.
The goth and the techno geek are left in the silence.
In that silence, they create a pact.
Danny didn’t have to worry about a thing this year. The great thing about being a sidekick was that they sometimes knew the hero better than he knew himself. Danny may have not written a list, may not have thought of himself for who knows how long, but that’s what friends were for.
Sam and Tucker were in charge of Danny Fenton’s Wish List.
They dash off to Tucker’s house where they start immediately writing down everything they could think of to make the hero’s life easier.
When they finish, they smile.
The next 12 days would lead up to the best Christmas yet.
I wish there were more fics with Jules while he was raising the kids or omfg one where they find a old photo album or something with memories and they’re are flashbacks of Julian and Emma raising them and key moments like Drus 10th birthday, Livvys first period and Emma comforts her and literally anything of Tavvy and they all tell Julian they love him and dru and Tavvy don’t even remember they’re father cause Jules is one. What I’m trying to say is I love your writing please consider this ❤️❤️
Bestieee!! I would have loved to be able to write all of the things you mentioned! But there were simply too many :(( Dru and Tavvy telling Julian they loved him would have been beautiful but this fic would have been super long and all over the place if I included it. I also thought Livvy’s first period was such a nice idea, but I wasn’t able to fit it into the fic. If you're super eager to read it, feel free to send me an ask with just that, and I’ll write it for you! I know this one took super long to publish (I’m so sorry!!) but I hope you like it!
Ficmas day 8— Blackthorn Christmas Memories (ik the title is sooo creative)
Dru felt really out of her element when she heard her family announce they’re presence. She probably looked like a mess and she had definitely spent way too much time scrolling through Instagram reels, watching conspiracy theories and ghost hunting. Now her brain felt fuzzy and her mouth was thick with sleep. She was sprawled on her back, her phone now discarded next to her. She took a deep breath, let it out and got up.
She was greeted with a string of enthusiastic “Dru!”s as she walked down the stairs to greet everyone.
“Hey strangers,” she said, going up to Mark and giving him a hug. “It’s been a hot minute since we’ve last seen each other.”
As she hugged Cristina and Kieran, Mark replied.
“Yes, it has been too long since we’ve visited, what with New York and faerie and then visiting Blackthorn Hall-“
Dru perked up at that. “Oh yeah, I forgot you guys visited! How is it? I heard it was filled with ghosts!”
Kieran shuddered, “it’s a ghastly place, Drusilla. You would love it.”
“Damn, I can’t wait to visit.” Dru said, dreamily.
Cristina chuckled, “I’m sure Emma and Julian have better stories than we do. You’ll have to ask them when they get here.”
Dru smiled at that. For a second, she was afraid they might not come for Christmas. Of course, she loved Helen and Aline, but she had the best memories with Jules and Emma around this time of year. Even though shadowhunters don’t typically celebrate Christmas, the blackthorns weren’t really known for following the rules anyway.
“I can’t believe they’re coming tomorrow.” She said, “It’s been forever since I’ve last seen them.”
“It has, hasn’t it?” Said Mark as they all made their way up the stairs.
“Yeah- oh dude!” Dru said, punching kieran on the shoulder playfully. “We never finished watching the ring! We have to finish it.”
“Oh no, is that the film with the crawling girl?” Kieran shuddered.
“Yeah!” Dru said, smiling widely.
Kieran was the only person who actually watched horror films with her, though Dru didn’t understand why. Sure, he didn’t get half as scared of them as Mark or Emma did, but he did spend most of the time screaming. Watching horror movies with Kieran was entertaining, Dru thought with a smile.
She was so glad everyone was going to be coming back.
…
“Jules!” Tavvy practically screamed, as he sprinted the distance between him and his older brother.
Julian got to his knees and held his arms out for his brother. Tavvy leaped into them, wrapping his arms around Julian’s neck.
“Hey Tavs,” Julian said. “Did you miss me?”
Tavvy had his face pressed to Julian’s neck, but he still nodded.
“Hey, what am I? Beef jerky?” said Emma, laughing.
Dru skipped up to her and hugged her tightly. “We missed both of you.” she said. “A lot.”
Emma smiled. “How’ve you been, baby bat?”
“Honestly, great! The academy is super fun. But I did miss you all.”
“We did too.” said Julian, after Tavvy released his grip on him and ran to hug Emma.
Dru and Julian embraced and she couldn’t help but be happy at being able to hug her brother again. In so many ways, Julian was like her father. She had vague memories of her actual dad and only one of her mom. She knew for Tavvy, Julian was the only father he’d ever known which is why his reaction to his arrival wasn’t strange to any of them.
“Is everyone already here?” Julian asked her.
“Nope. Ty’s not here. But everyone else is!”
“We should probably greet them before they get offended then.” Julian said, smiling.
…
Soon after Ty had come, they’d all been happy at the thought of finally being all together again. It’s been too long and everybody just sort of smiled widely at each other, Tavvy going from person to person, not knowing who to hug.
“This is great!” said Helen. “I can’t believe we’re all actually here. The last time was almost a year ago.”
Damn, it’s been a long time. Before anyone could say anything though, the lights flickered and went out.
“Oh no,” said Kieran. “Please don’t let this be like Drusilla’s movies.”
“Don’t worry, the power goes out every once and a while.” Said Jules.
“I thought the institute was powered by witchlight.” said Aline.
“Yeah, still. I think there’s an institute ghost or something. It happens once every couple of years. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened in the year you’ve been Heads of the institute. Anyway, I’ll get the flashlights.” said Julian.
“Kieran, we’re not going to die, stop clutching my hand like that.” Helen said.
“I’m not clutching your hand.” Kieran said.
“Then who’s— you know what, I don’t even want to know.”
“Do you think this is a sign?” Ty whispered to Dru.
“For what?”
“That too much Blackthorn shouldn’t be in the same room?”
Dru snickered. “Seems like it.” she hesitated before asking very quietly. “Is she here?”
“Yeah.” Ty said. “She says hi.”
Dru smiled. “Hey. I missed you.”
“She missed you too.”
…
“Hey Em, look what I found while looking for flashlights,” said Jules, holding up a leather-bound book.
“No way! You found that?” Emma asked, gasping. “I haven’t seen that in years!”
“What is it?” Asked Cristina.
“I used to make old photo albums! It was a never ending phase of mine.” Emma said wistfully. “Please tell me that’s the Christmas edition.”
Julian turned that book so that they could read the spine that said ‘christmas’ on it in Emma’s elegant calligraphy skills.
“Yes!” she said, reaching her hands out for the book.
Julian gave it to her and she placed it in the center of their circle, flipping through the book.
Helen’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me!” she gasped at the first picture.
In it, there was a small Helen, hugging Mark tightly, pressing their cheeks together. Mark looked significantly less enthusiastic at this display of affection.
Cristina laughed so hard at Mark’s face she had tears in her eyes. “You-you look like a grumpy kitten!”
They all started laughing, Helen ruffling Mark’s hair. “My grumpy little brother.” she said affectionately.
Mark waved her away, but was doing his best not to smile, “Okay, that’s enough of that picture.” he said, flipping the page.
The photo next to it was Eleanor Blackthorn holding both Ty and Livvy with one arm while her hand hung over the back of a tiny Julian. He was playing some sort of memory game with Emma, who was dressed in a red dress, her hair in low pigtails. Cordelia, Emma’s mother, was there too, standing beside Eleanor. Both women were squinting at the camera, as if the flash were blinding them.
“How were you all so adorable?” Said Aline.
Julian shrugged and smiled at the picture of his mother.
“Are you sure you don’t want to leave him here?” Cordelia said, ruffling Mark’s hair as she passed.
“I would, but Andrew has to go to London tomorrow and I can’t worry about my five children running around every which way.”
“Well, at least promise you’ll ask for help, if you need it.” Cordelia said. “We only have one little Shadowhunter running around, after all.”
“Smile!”
Both women squinted as John Carstairs snapped a photo at them. Ty, who must have gotten frightened by the sudden light, began crying, which prompted Livvy to start crying as well.
“Seriously, John?” Cordelia said, as Eleanor expertly got both babies to settle down.
“I was trying to document this momentous occasion for the children.”
“Couldn’t you have done it at any other time this past evening?” She asked.
John shrugged.
“Yeah, John.” said Andrew, smiling playfully.
John laughed and flipped off the other man.
“Could you get Julian, honey?” Eleanor said to Andrew. “He doesn’t seem to be listening to me.”
“But of course, my lady.” Andrew said. “Let’s go home, Julius.”
Eleanor rolled her eyes as her husband picked him up. Julian wasn’t happy at being separated from Emma, and fussed around, reaching out to her with his hands. Emma looked up at him with wide eyes, as if she were going to cry.
“Geez, you’ll see each other tomorrow.” Andrew said. “Come on, Mark.” He gestured to the blond boy, who was peacefully sitting by the door cross-legged, reading a book.
Eleanor looked around for the missing Blackthorn, and smiled when she found her daydreaming by the fireplace. She gestured to the girl and held out her hand.
Helen snapped out of her haze, grinned and raced over, grabbing hold of the hand of the woman who had been more of a mother to her than the one that had birthed her.
After saying their goodbyes and thanks to the Carstairs, the seven Blackthorns made their way back to the Institute.
…
“I remember that night.” Helen said, smiling nostalgically, before turning the page. They saw a couple of other pictures; of days at the beach, the kids sitting around a Christmas tree, playing card games by the fire. There was even a picture of all of the Blackthorn children crowded around Eleanor, who was in bed, significantly skinnier and paler, with heavy bags under her eyes. They were all smiling. That’s the last time she appears in the album. It had been on Christmas eve when she’d passed. Emma’s hand finds Julian’s and she gives it a little squeeze.
There are a couple more pictures after that before John, Cordelia, Andrew, Mark and Helen disappear from the photos as well.
There’s one a year after the Dark War. It’s taken selfie style, Emma grinning widely as the other Blackthorns smile behind her. There’s even a picture with Dru and Livvy posing next to a snoozing Arthur, which made everybody laugh.
“Oh, look, there's a picture of Dru’s 10th birthday here.” Aline said.
“That’s weird, Dru’s birthday is in November,” said Emma.
Kieran looked at Dru. “Are you of the Scorpion Zodiac?”
“Yep!”
“Everything makes sense now.” He said.
Julian scrunched up his eyebrows, trying to figure out why Dru’s birthday picture was there.
…
“What do you want to do for your birthday, Dru?” Emma asked, at the breakfast table. They were all eating pancakes to celebrate.
“I want to watch a movie!” She said excitedly.
“Oh really? Which one?”
“The Nightmare Before Christmas!”
“Ew, isn’t that the creepy Tim Burton movie?” asked Livvy.
Dru frowned at her sister, crossing her arms. “It’s not creepy.”
“Well,” said Emma clapping her hands, “It’s Dru’s birthday, therefore we shall do as Dru wishes. If that’s watching creepy stop motion movies, so be it!”
That’s how, later, the Blackthorns and Emma sat down to watch ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ (except for Tavvy, of course, who would have nightmares. He was busy building a city out of books behind the couch, where Julian could see him).
“Is this a Christmas movie, or a Halloween movie?” asked Ty.
“Halloween,” Emma and Livvy said together at the same time that Julian and Dru said “Christmas.”
“Whaat? You’re both on drugs.” Emma said.
“It’s not even scary,” Dru pointed out.
“Neither is hocus pocus.” Livvy said.
“I beg to differ; those fashion choices are terrifying.” Said Emma, “But seriously, how can you guys consider it a Christmas movie? If I had to watch this movie during Christmas, I’d jump out the window. It’s too sad to be watching during Christmas.”
“It’s all about bringing Christmas to Halloween. The whole movie they're basically celebrating their own version of Christmas.” Said Jules.
“If we ever did that, it would be a disaster.” Livvy laughed.
“That would be a nightmare before Christmas.” Ty agreed.
They all went silent, watching the movie. Then, at the same time, they all looked at each other.
“We should totally celebrate Christmas today, but creepy, just like Dru likes it!” Said Emma.
Everybody nodded except for Julian, shaking his head chuckling.
“We’ll even put in the Christmas album!”
“Yeah!” Livvy said.
“Dru-mas.” said Ty.
They all burst out laughing.
“I knew it!” Emma gasped in between laughs. “I knew you had a sense of humor Tiberius Blackthorn.”
Ty looked at her blankly. “I just put two words together. I didn’t intend to make it a joke.”
“Regardless, you’re a comedic genius.” Emma said, pointing to him. “Don’t forget that.”
“Dru-mas!” Tavvy said, cheering.
Julian laughed and looked at his youngest sister. The smile on Dru’s face was brighter than the star on top of any Christmas tree.
…
Julian shrugged. “No clue.” and turned the page.
They all laughed at the various photos, some of which were taken at unfortunate times, like a small Tavvy pulling Julian’s hair or Livvy making a grossed out face at a crab that Ty was holding and smiling at.
They sat there, telling silly anecdotes of those times, when suddenly the lights came back on.
Seeing each other’s faces without having to blind them with a flashlight brought a smile to their faces.
Emma gasped. “We have to take a picture! There’s still space in the book!”
She raced for her camera upstairs before anyone could answer, though nobody wanted to protest.
It was, after all, the perfect addition to all those scattered memories.
...
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Make A Wish
Summary: Sometimes getting in touch with a celebrity was part of her job. This was going to be the strangest one yet.
Word Count: 576
Characters: Danny Phantom, Original Characters
Warnings: it's a bit of light angst. vague mentions of death (because it's outsider POV talking to a ghost) and also mentions of childhood illness (implied terminal)
You can read below or on A03!
Am I almost late posting for the event I came up with and am running? noooo... shh it's fine
Phantom capped his ghost-catching thermos and took a breath.
This was her chance. It was now or never.
She ran out from her hiding spot and into the street.
He clipped the thermos to his belt and crouched as he prepared himself to fly away. Which was a bit odd because he was already four feet in the air.
"Phantom, wait!" She called out desperate to catch him before he was too high up to call.
He immediately turned to face her but did so by turning his entire body while also still being bunched up. The sudden movement caused his limbs to unbunched but it was so precarious it was kind of like tripping or the physical embodiment of 52 pick-up.
She did her best not to laugh.
He recovered as best as any awkward teenager would. "Yes. Hi, hello."
"Do you have a minute?" She asked.
"Oh sure," he said as he floated closer to the ground so they were eye level. "What's up?"
"Have you heard of the Make a Wish foundation?"
"Yeah, that's the thing that takes sick kids to Disney World, right?"
She smiled, "Essentially yes. Although it isn't always a trip to Disney that is wanted."
"Oh?" He tilted his head to the side with curiosity and his legs merged together into a tail that flickered side to side.
She did her best not to focus on that and continued the conversation.
"Sometimes a child wants to meet someone famous and spend the day with them."
"That's cool and all,” he hesitated before bluntly saying, “but why are you telling me?"
"Phantom, there's a boy at Amity General who wants to meet you."
"I'm famous?"
Did he really not know that? "Yes?"
"Well when you say it like that," he muttered to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Why don't you think you're famous?"
"I guess I thought I was more on the infamous side of things. What with all the shooting and yelling at me all the time."
He was clearly trying to downplay it but she'd worked with kids long enough to see right through it.
This kid needed some positive reinforcement.
"Well I think you're doing a great job, and so does Max."
Phantom's cheeks suddenly turned bright green as he looked away with a nervous smile.
It took her a second to realize that meant he was blushing.
"So Max is the one who wants to meet me?"
"Yeah, actually hold on," she reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope, and held it out to the ghost boy. "This is for you."
He took the offered envelope and quietly opened it.
She could still feel the lingering chill on her fingertips even though they had only briefly touched.
He smiled as soon as he started reading the note, “Mr. Phantom? That’s a new one. I like it.” he shook his head slightly then went back to reading.
By the time he finished the note, his expression had shifted ever so slightly. He was still smiling, but it had more of a melancholic tone. A subtle sadness and a hint of understanding.
It took her by surprise at first, but then she remembered Phantom was a ghost. That he was young.
Maybe he had a wish once.
Maybe he went to Disney World.
It only took a simple question to break her out of her musings.
Star Thunder had her act together just fine, thank you. She was at school on time every morning, her friends were the most popular. She had plans every weekend. She got to go and enjoy herself on the weekends because she did all of her homework in a timely manner and even did extra to boost her grades. Sometimes, she even did a little something to use as bribes. Take-home quizzes, term papers, and art projects were all things she could use to sway favor and get some cash.
Unfortunately, this was a well known fact and brought Tucker Foley to her on what would have been a peaceful Tuesday morning.
"No way."
Star slammed her locker, glaring at the boy. "It's not my problem Fenton didn't do his work. He still has all next week to finish and it only takes like four hours."
"Come on, Star. The only time he got above a C last year was when you did his homework during the beauty pageant."
"That didn't exactly work out for me, did it?"
"He can't fail. I'll pay you."
"You're notoriously broke, Foley." though the idea that she was smarter than either of them made her smile. The look must have given the boy courage because he persisted.
"Yeah but I have stuff. What do you want?"
Pushy jerk. Her smile turned to a smirk.
"Dead Teacher collectors set"
"Done."
Star blinked at him. She said it sarcastically, the box set featuring all 11 Dead Teacher movies, extended director's cuts, behind the scenes footage, and documentary with that guy who now haunts the remakes was expensive and incredibly rare. They only made a thousand and each one was signed by the director.
"Why?"
"Because Danny's my best friend. He's going through some stuff and this was the only project he didn't at least start. I'll help him finish the others and combined we'll pull at least a C."
Star crossed her arms.
"You didn't do yours either?" she asked irritably. Star was very organized. When people didn't do their work or lost track of time, she had a hard time giving sympathy. Dash in particular was a repeat offender.
"I did... He's been doing a lot of this stuff by himself." He bites his lip as if he regretted saying even that lame tidbit. She brushed some of her hair behind her ear rustling the flower clip. Her voice was starting to lose the stiffness, the ice.
"Not stuff you can help with?"
Foley looked away.
"Not all of it. But I can help with this." He looked up again and determination caught her off guard. "Danny's my best friend. He does so much for me, this is the least I can do for him."
Star looked at him oddly.
Fenton was a flake. Everyone knew that. There weren't too many people who knew him personally and he fluctuated between trying way too hard to fit in and not caring what anyone thought. At least he used to.
Walking by Fenton Works, it wasn't hard to guess why Danny had been down recently. Well, down more than normal. The guy seemed sad a lot… having parents like that must be rough.
"Fine."
"What?"
"I said fine, dweeb. I'll make him a solid B+ paper but only because it's Christmas and I'm feeling like a gift to the world."
Foley smiled so wide. She wondered if she had ever seen him so happy.
"You are! You're a shining star! A true gift-"
"Don't push it, Foley."
"Got it. Thanks Star, you really are making a huge difference." the boy ran off and she rolled her eyes. He was so excited. She imagined his face when she turned over the paper and revealed she didn't even want the DVDS.
Warnings ⚠️: Christmas Things. First meetings. Photography. New Avengers. White Wolf!Bucky. Post!FATWS. Fluff! So Fluff! Funny!
Inspired by: Al Aire - Morat
Author's Note: Hello, everyone! It's a long time that I posted something here and... I'm so sorry about that. But I don't feel good to write nothing this last part of the year.
The short version is that two of my cats passed away in less than three months and if you love pets, you'll understand the pain that I'm having right now. In this time have a depression a little bit rough.
And I didn't want to write nothing. Until now that I'll be coming back little by little.
And this is my little gift of Christmas for all of you, who has been like my stories, and always makes me smile when I'm down. So thanks you, thanks you for still reading my things and I hope that you like this one.
I love Christmas and this is my first fic in this time so... This is my "thank you" for all of you.
Thanks for all the replies, it means so much if you could say me if this likes you, and hello for my all my new readers and followers!!
I ❤️ you and thanks for the wait!
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No llame para pedir una canción pero para hablarle no tengo otra opción porque ella muy probablemente está escuchando y yo de frente no me atrevo ni a empezar esta conversación...
- A cup of tea please, thank you.
I see the young woman leaves while I observe with a smile everything around me: If there is something that can brighten my day, it's Christmas. I don't know how long ago I began to be aware that I loved this party, but the idea of the arrival of these parties makes me smile more than usual. Despite the fact that the last Christmas I would have liked to forget, the Christmas spirit takes care of making me smile against my will.
While I wait for my small tablet to recognize the memory of my camera, I see that people look with curiosity and surprise at my Christmas sweater, which the vast majority of people use on Christmas Eve, I use them every day. Who can blame me for loving those ugly Christmas sweaters?
The weak sound of digital connection takes me out of my thoughts and I am distracted for a second by the photos that appear on my screen, making a small and very audible sigh when my gaze goes to the first photo that appears and I know, that it's him because it was the last one I took.
My photography work for the local newspaper is a bit complicated, because since there are not other colleagues who can cover different events, I must be running from one side to the other, especially when important events occur on the same day, or to my misfortune on the same day, in the same moment. My work went from being on marches against tax increases, on climate change or some other important event to going on to photograph each event in which the Avengers are present.
And that if it was a complicated job, especially when it was not possible to photograph the entire formation in any of their interventions.
And that's when my real problem began ...
The first time I took a photo of him, it was by accident. I was on my way to a march on the rights of the LGTBQ + community but I came across a block of streets surrounded by policemen, where the colors of Captain America's suit could be seen a few meters away, as striking as if it were a lighthouse. With a simple touch of curiosity, I got close enough to the fence to take a photo, encouraged by the hidden fanaticism that I had for the group and which I would never admit in front of my loved ones, and when I take the photo, the object of my thoughts from then on passed in front of my camera lens as if trying to get my attention.
And boy he did, his gray suit clearly contrasted with the officers' dark blue suits, as well as contrasted with his short jet-colored hair, and I couldn't help but stare at him like an idiot until I pulled the trigger and made him a couple, well, several photos. I verified that the photos had turned out well and when I refocused it, the young man in the gray suit turned and stared in the direction of the camera, as if he were aware of my little disguised scrutiny, and the only thing I felt was the heat rising by my face and invading my entire body, as if it were setting me on fire, I know I blush and he just smiled before turning to whoever was calling him.
That moment of romantic platonic romance ended with a nothing delicate push from a group of young women who were trying to attract the attention of the heroes, some of whom responded with a handshake and the odd barely approached.
I left quickly and ran, as always, towards my original destination, but it was in vain because due to the impertinence of my best friend, who barely saw the photos on my camera, she sent a couple of them to my boss without my consent, which made her the "Official Photographer" of whatever had to do with the Avengers.
I knew that denying a little would not make my boss change her mind or even think about it, but I tried, although inside me the idea of seeing the hero in the gray suit again was stronger.
- Here you go, Noelle - I take the cup that Corrine gives me and leaves two gingerbread man cookies on the table, but she stares at the photos for a few seconds smiling - What good photos, and what a beautiful male specimen.
We both laugh as I open the photo and refrain from closing it, because of the feeling of jealousy that suddenly overwhelms me.
- Is it the superhero halo that makes him more attractive?
I shake my head as I take a sip of my tea - If I'm honest, whether him is a superhero or not, if he passes me on the street, I turn to see him without hesitation.
The sound of the background music begins to diminish as the announcer talks about the holidays, upcoming events in downtown New York, the parades and about the songs that everyone dedicates to loved ones during the next hour.
"Here is the time to dedicate songs to our favorite people, those that we see every day, those that we cannot tell them what we feel up front or we want to pamper them at this beautiful time of year - I type the email for my boss where I am attaching a couple of the photos I took in the last Avengers appearance in New York and I stop writing when I hear that they talk about a regular listener who wants, again, to dedicate a song to a girl - And here is our daily listener, James. For those who don't know his story, I will give you some quick details about it: he has been calling for several weeks, we are going for the third month, if we take it that way, with the intention of locating a young girl with whom he was somewhat clouded and it should be clarified that our friend is very famous now, for which, he asked us for help to find her "
- That's adorable - Corrine puts her cup on the other side of my table and sits taking off her apron and tries to snoop on what I'm writing, but I move the tablet hiding the vision of my screen from her curious eyes - I hope he find her. .
- It's Christmas, everything is possible at Christmas - We both laugh as I press the send button and wait for the confirmation, which appears in green before closing the screens and returning to the photo that I am not going to send to my boss, the one of the blue-eyed superhero.
"So be kind and help in the search, or failing that, if you are there young lady, do us the favor of showing up and ending the agony of our friend who will be a good for all of New York"
The first chords of the song "Al Aire" by the Colombian band Morat begin to sound through the cafeteria speakers and a small silence is heard accompanied by a sigh before James begins to speak.
"Hello, I know this is not what I do best, because it is difficult for me to express what I feel, but this time I will say it, because something inside me tells me that you are listening to me. I know that you are somewhere around here and that the possibility of you hearing this is nil, but still I want to try. I'll tell you what I never had the opportunity to tell you up front because every time I try to get close to you, you run away who knows where. And that exasperates me - I let go a laugh while my friend turns the tablet towards her and begins to see the photos and again I focus on that voice that for some reason that I do not know, it seems familiar to me - I know, I know that you are a photographer and that you have been taking photos of my classmates, as well as I know that you have also taken pictures of me and I know that you only blush when you point that little blue polaroid-style camera at me. I saw you and since then, I can't get you out of my head, doll"
As soon as I hear those words, I feel that my heart stops beating, besides that I feel the gaze of several of those present at my table, more precisely in the case of the camera that is next to me. Corrine looks away from the tablet and looks at the camera on the table. My blue polaroid. I look at her for a second and she sees me with a wide smile as I shake my head like I'm a little Hawaiian doll in a car.
The strangest thought begins to bounce off the sugar and gingerbread walls of my brain: NOT ME.
- My God. Is that man talking about you?
- Of course not, there are many photographers in the city ... - I feel the heat begin to invade my face as I move my hands trying to hide the camera from some people who are trying to take photos.
This is not the Christmas I was looking to spend...
- You're blushing and I don't think all the photographs are with a blue polaroid-style camera ... Hell shit, it's you.
- No, it can't be me unless the speaker is ...
We both looked at each other as if the same flash of inspiration had hit us and at the same time, we looked at the camera screen where the photo of Captain America's partner is.
- The handsome man in the photo.
I am distracted from the murmurs around me by the doorbell of my cell phone where Rosie, my best friend, sends me a message about the radio transmission, asking the same question about whether the girl they are looking for is me, as well as the data of the superhero of the photo:
Your crush is called Sergeant (because you have to name his title, of course) James "Bucky" Barnes. Don't thank me, and I know you love me.
Not right now, Rose.
- How probably... is there that it's him and the one he's talking about is me?
- Only you know the answer ... And the sparkle in your eyes tells me that you know the answer very well.
- My God ... What trouble did I get into photographing the Avengers?
Corrine lets out a laugh and I focus again on the voice coming through the radio - "I've tried every radio station in New York trying to find you, or if someone knows you, but I can't figure out who you are. .. So, if you are listening, I want you to know that, as the song I want to dedicate to you says, I would change all the fame that I have just for a minute by your side to know your name and ask you on a date "
- Oh shit. This is better than the Christmas movies I watch every year.
- Shut up - I look at the photo one more time while I hear that Morat sings about a love at a distance that cannot be realized because fate did not allow the two people to meet again and I feel the need to see him, to know if the owner of that bearing of security and confidence that contrasts with the sadness in his blue eyes was the same one that spoke through those speakers.
- And that you waiting for? Call him!
- What the hell? I'm not doing it.
- Let yourself be carried away by the Christmas magic, Noelle. Who says you might be surprised by Santa Claus this year.
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- You know, if she didn't show up until now, there's a very high probability that she either isn't interested in you, or hasn't heard the message - Bucky gives his partner and best friend a hateful look as they walk towards the exit of the 10th radio station they visited with the help of Sam's contacts in Manhattan - It would be easier to hear from her by sending someone from SWORD to investigate.
- I want to ask her out, Sam. Don't scare her away.
- But it would save us the waste of kitsch everywhere ...
The blue-eyed man lets out a sigh at the little gallantry and chivalry of his best friend towards women and he felt more out of place in 2025. But he knew that Sam was right, he had been looking for her for more than three months and there were no traces of her, only He would show up with his little blue camera whenever there were problems and the team was present.
Yelena had been the one who had made him notice that he was being watched and since then, he couldn't help looking at the young woman with that particular camera.
And still, he couldn't find her on the streets of New York.
- Let my boys find something Buck. Perhaps it is possible to find her faster ...
- I don't know, Sam I ... - The two stopped as soon as they heard a voice calling them, and Sam begins to smile assuming they are fans, but they relax when they see what one of the young people from the radio station is.
- Excuse me, but you weren't answering the calls.
- Hey, first breath and then speaks. What happen?
The young man looked at Bucky and indicated his cell phone.
- There was a response. A young woman called and left a message for you, James.
The two best friends looked at each other as Bucky took his cell phone out of his jacket and moved away from him to listen to the message.
"Eh ... Hello. My name is Noelle, and I would like to respond to the previous message ... Because I think, no, I suppose it is destined for me - Sam look at his friend leans against the nearest wall with his gaze lost in some point to the street and let out a sigh when I see the illusion on his face. What love does ... - And It's true. I took a picture of you in a scene where the Avengers were and ... I ran out because I was late to the march that I really had to cover. And yes, I like old things, that's why my blue Polaroid - Bucky hears that in the background, someone asks for a coffee and others talk about Central Park - Next time I won't run from you, White Wolf . I promise even though I never ran from you. I hope to see you again sometime, Merry Christmas"
Sam, who was waiting for the reaction of his partner, Bucky responded with a smile as he approached to shake the young man's hand - Thank you, really.
- You found her?
Bucky just nodded as he gave Sam the phone to listen to the audio - Tell me that are you sure she is, because there could be an entourage of women looking for you.
- It's her.
- Sure?
- Yes, because I never said that I am the White Wolf. Help me find her, Sam.
- Oh God of Christmas, help me with this.
- I'm coming for you, doll. And I'm going to find you.
Yes I know. It's November 1st and Thanksgiving hasn't come around yet, Deb. This is my 2nd year writing Ficmas , so I'm looking for requests once more. I need time ahead of December to write them all. HOWEVER this year, I’ll only take 25 requests. Why do I this to myself. So without further ado. Here’s the list of people I’m writing for that is more or less updated.
STAR TREK
AOS Crew: Jim, Scotty, Bones, Scones x reader, Mckirk x reader
Disco Crew: Pike, Tilly, Saru
Almost Human: John Kennex
Lord of The Rings: Aragorn, Eomer, Legolas, Haldir, Boromir
The Hobbit: Kili, Fili
The Boys: Billy Butcher
Rules: (Below)
1. (Optional) Please please reblog so I can get some traction on this.
2. Then send an ask in with your prompt numbers and character
3. Last date to request will be firmly on November 30th. Request early so I can start brainstorming them right now, and make more or less of a schedule.
4. Mix & Match up to 3 prompts per person unless I don’t reach twenty five requests.
5. If you want to add something extra in details, please send it in also. It really helps.
6. Please do note that I’ll be writing constantly over the course of the next month, as I’ll be taking up the same project on the other blog. So excuse the silence because I will be writing a total of 50 requests (or more).
7. Anons ARE welcomed this year. HOWEVER if I receive too many, I will reserve the right to pick and choose. If I have extra time to write the rest of the six days, I’ll post them up too.
8. IF you want smut, please let me know what you want in it. (I won’t take many and I’ll reserve the right to write smut for only certain characters.)
9. Any other questions or for more characters, please ask or message me. Thanks.
Prompt List:
“Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?”
“A lot of mistletoe seems to conveniently appear when I’m with you.”
“Are— Are you taking down the mistletoe?”
“I don’t care about tradition — if you try to kiss me under the mistletoe, I’m going to start swinging.”
“I see putting up the Christmas lights didn’t exactly go to plan.”
“This looks like the work of a three year old. What have you done?”
“Here, lemme help.”
“You decorated the tree… without me?”
“Take it down. I don’t need that monstrosity in our living room.”
“You wanna put the star on top of the tree?”
“It’d make sense for our 3 year old daughter to put the star on the tree rather than her fully grown adult parents.”
“It looks like Santa threw up here.”
“I’ve seen less tinsel in a Christmas store.”
“It’s snowing!”
“If you don’t come outside and make snow angels with me right this second…”
“Do you wanna build a snowman?”
“Give me your scarf. I don’t want our snowman to be cold.”
“The snow in your hair… it’s so pretty.”
“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war.”
“You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”
“I don’t think even a pretty bow will fix that.”
“Christmas shopping is the worst.”
“I will physically fight her for the last box of baubles.”
“Secret Santa is the bane of my existence.”
“Stop being stubborn and tell me what you want for Christmas!”
“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room to see where I’ve hidden the presents?”
“Why does your birthday have to fall on Christmas day?”
“How many Christmas jumpers do you really need?”
“Make sure the dog has his Christmas jumper on for the family photo!”
“This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”
“I’ve always hated Christmas, but I think you’ve changed my mind.”
“I wasn’t going to let you spend Christmas alone.”
“Can’t the threat wait until after Christmas dinner?”
“Is one normal Christmas too much to ask for?”
“I’ll have to stay the night. I’m not going out in that snowstorm.”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Okay, which one of you turned off the oven?”
“Whoever forgot to put the turkey in, I’ll see you in court.”
“I don’t trust you to carve the turkey. I’m politely asking you to step away.”
“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”
“We’re all out of marshmallows!”
“Hey! Give me my hot chocolate back!”
“Step away from the cookies.”
“Who ate all of the chocolates from the advent calendar?”
“How many more people are coming for dinner?”
“There’s no way you can get me to go to your parent’s house for Christmas dinner.”
“Of course my mum will want to see you!”
“_____ is gonna kill us if we’re late, hurry up!”
“Merry Christmas, angel.”
Reaching for the last turkey at the same time
Borrowing a ladder from a neighbour
One room left in a motel during a snowstorm
Christmas shopping together
Christmas dinner spent with friends
Christmas dinner spent with their family
Gift wrapping together
Christmas work parties
Giving them the wrong gift on accident
Christmas proposals
Christmas markets
Ice skating with friends
Getting each other for Secret Santa
Baking cookies together
Cuddling and watching Christmas movies
Singing along to Christmas songs
First Christmas with your child
Big snowball fights
“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”
“How did you manage to get tangled up in tinsel?”
kissing in the snow
.“Let’s go for a walk! No, we won’t freeze.”
“Here, let me help you with the scarf.”
“Don’t you have anything else spirited that isn’t as much of an eyesore?”
“You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”
8. We’re at a Christmas party and we’re wearing the exact same ugly sweater
Fake dating because your family can’t stop asking about your love life AU
I’m stress baking and now I have too many cookies, do you want some? AU
We’re wrapping presents but you suck at it, let me help you.
We’re playing Secret Santa and I just gave you what you always wanted hoping it would help you realize I’ve been in love with you for years.
We’re going ice-skating for the first time and you help me learn how to keep balance because I suck
We’re snowed in so we build a blanket fort. @readingtrek Scones + reader
“You made gingerbread zombies?”
“Step away from the cookies.”
“Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!”
“Normally I’d say no, but I’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?”
“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot”
“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?
“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you”
“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on”
“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”
“Your nose is so red! Like Blitzen.”“Wrong reindeer.”
“Iron Man 3! My favorite Christmas movie!” “FOR THE LAST TIME. IRON MAN 3 IS NOT A CHRISTMAS MOVIE.”
“The Christmas party is tonight? But I don’t even have an ugly sweater!”
“It’s Christmas Day! The only place open is the emergency room. And 7-eleven. We are staying IN.”
We’re neighbors and I noticed you’re spending the holidays alone and so am I.
Ex lovers reunited at a Christmas/New Years party.
A holiday engagement/pregnancy announcement.
Slow dancing in the living room surrounded by all the lights.
“So... what are your plans for New Year’s?”
“You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whomever you wa--”
“Do NOT throw that snowball or else!”
“Is it just me or does Santa look extra hot this year?”
“When Brenda Lee said rock around the christmas tree she didn’t mean literally. Please go put them back outside, they’re not cute.”
I was just sitting on a park bench and you threw a snowball at my back. I think I might know you from school, but either way it. is. on.”
“Please please please let me have this box of hot chocolate. I am sick and home alone, so I had to walk here in fifteen degree weather, and this is the last box in this store. Please I just want to drink hot chocolate and watch The Polar Express and sleep.”
“We were just cuddling on my sofa watching Christmas movies and the power went out and it is very cold.”
“Look, I get that you go all out with Christmas decorations, but I can see your flashing lights through the blinds on my bedroom window and they’ve kept me awake the past few days...”
"I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas."
Free Prompt
Credit to @pad-foots and other owners because none of these prompts are mine.
