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"Alright, Jamie. I'll pay attention. I don't see how you're going to be able to make me believe, though," you say, becoming a bit melancholy. The cold gets you like this sometimes. Brings you down. Usually not though, so you're hopeful that after Jamie's done, you'll get back to doing fun things.
"First things first. Do you know what Jack Frost does?" He asks.
"Well, he supposedly brings the frost, of course, and snow. Can't he make wind, too? I think I read that in a children's book or something once, a long time ago. Basically, he changes the season to winter." Jamie nods, content with your answer. Just then, a cold wind starts up, blowing your [h/l] [h/c] locks into your face. Pushing them back, you shiver, and pull your [f/c] scarf up higher on your face.
"You know what else Jack does?" Jamie asks as the wind continues. You shake your head no.
"He's doing it now. Nipping at your nose."
You give him a small smile, saying, "Well, maybe that's so, but how would I be able to tell it's not just normal old wind?" The brunette pauses for a moment, looking around at the ice, before saying bluntly, "How about that?" You follow his eyes to the far side of the pond, not seeing anything at first. Key words: at first. After a moment, you see feathery patterns appearing on the ice, swirling around in an intricate dance, heading towards you.
"What's that?" You gasp.
"That would be Jack." 'There's no possible explanation for this! Unless… it really is…' Your thought gets cut off though, when suddenly, he materializes. And is coming straight at you in a blur of silvers and blues. Quite fast, too. You take too long to process that, and the next thing you know, the boy is on top of you on the ice. His legs straddle yours, as he stares at you in awe. His ice blue eyes are wide with surprise, his silvery-white hair blowing gently in the breeze. Then, he shakes his head, jumping off of you, landing on his bare feet and adjusting his blue hoodie sweatshirt with the same feathery frost patterns that appeared on the ice, and picks up his gnarled staff.
"I didn't pass through you… My God… can… can you see me?" The teenage boy asks. You slowly nod, still gaping, your [e/c] eyes as big as saucers. Realizing this, you shut your mouth, averting your gaze, and allow him to effortlessly tug you to your feet.
"I think that this is the most opportune moment ever to just put it out there that… I TOLD YOU SO!" Jamie shouts, throwing his head back in gleeful laughter. Boy, is he right about that.
"First things first. Do you know what Jack Frost does?" He asks.
"Well, he supposedly brings the frost, of course, and snow. Can't he make wind, too? I think I read that in a children's book or something once, a long time ago. Basically, he changes the season to winter." Jamie nods, content with your answer. Just then, a cold wind starts up, blowing your [h/l] [h/c] locks into your face. Pushing them back, you shiver, and pull your [f/c] scarf up higher on your face.
"You know what else Jack does?" Jamie asks as the wind continues. You shake your head no.
"He's doing it now. Nipping at your nose."
You give him a small smile, saying, "Well, maybe that's so, but how would I be able to tell it's not just normal old wind?" The brunette pauses for a moment, looking around at the ice, before saying bluntly, "How about that?" You follow his eyes to the far side of the pond, not seeing anything at first. Key words: at first. After a moment, you see feathery patterns appearing on the ice, swirling around in an intricate dance, heading towards you.
"What's that?" You gasp.
"That would be Jack." 'There's no possible explanation for this! Unless… it really is…' Your thought gets cut off though, when suddenly, he materializes. And is coming straight at you in a blur of silvers and blues. Quite fast, too. You take too long to process that, and the next thing you know, the boy is on top of you on the ice. His legs straddle yours, as he stares at you in awe. His ice blue eyes are wide with surprise, his silvery-white hair blowing gently in the breeze. Then, he shakes his head, jumping off of you, landing on his bare feet and adjusting his blue hoodie sweatshirt with the same feathery frost patterns that appeared on the ice, and picks up his gnarled staff.
"I didn't pass through you… My God… can… can you see me?" The teenage boy asks. You slowly nod, still gaping, your [e/c] eyes as big as saucers. Realizing this, you shut your mouth, averting your gaze, and allow him to effortlessly tug you to your feet.
"I think that this is the most opportune moment ever to just put it out there that… I TOLD YOU SO!" Jamie shouts, throwing his head back in gleeful laughter. Boy, is he right about that.
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Awake (Jack Frost X Reader)
Author’s Note: I think reader-chan would be about 15-16 in this, and has known Jack for a few years. Also, I have no idea why Jack decided to stop by reader-chan’s house at 4:30 in the morning, but for the sake of the story, I’m just gonna leave it.
“__y/n__, why are you still awake?” Jack asked, floating in through your window that you had ‘forgotten’ to close.
“Because the internet is distracting?” You offered, smiling sheepishly at him.
“It’s four thirty. Go to bed. Don’t you go back to school in like two weeks, anyway?”
“Don’t remind me.R
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Remember (Jack Frost X Reader)
Jack’s jaw literally dropped when he peered inside your window, seeing you decked out in fancy clothes for your prom. You wore a light blue, strapless dress, with a tulle skirt that rested just above your knees, and a very sparkly bodice with a sweetheart neckline. You wore white Converse with white sparkly tights; your __h/c__ hair hung down in loose waves. It was at that moment that Jack decided you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Jack’s heart sunk though, when, with one final glance in the mirror, you exited the room, going downstairs and greeting your parents and your…date. Of course you had a date. You
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Frostbite (Jack Frost x Reader)
Crisp white blanketed the landscape, the joints of winter's figurative fingers twitching smoothly in a come-hither motion. Magic in the form of the weather's alabaster coating beckoning you, your body enticed to feel the artic-styled, smooth air filling and refreshing your lungs.
The dull voice of the local weatherman joined you as you forced your arm through the sleeve of a jacket, ending as you began to make the loops to tie the stings of your boots.
"And folks, remember to bundle up, seem's ol' Jack Frost is nipping at everyone's toes today!" The man quirked his eyebrows foward and screwed his mouth to flash white teeth in an I-made-
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Part 3: [link]
The cover was made/edited by: , I just added the title onto it
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I wanna squeal at how amazing this story is but its late right now and my family is asleep. Love it so much though!