Nipping at Your Nose [Jack Frost/Reader]Nipping at Your Nose [Jack Frost/Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was the night before Christmas, and as your mother tucked you into bed, her hushed voice floated through your bedroom as she sang. Her voice was gentle and as sweet as honey- you always loved listening to it. Her singing was the "best sound in the whole wide world" as you had put it.
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose," Your mother sang the words softly as she layed the blanket over your body. Giggling, you swatted at her hand as she playfully tapped you on the nose. Humming the next few lines, your mother stepped through your mess of toys and books laying on the floor, reaching to pick them up and put them away.
"Momma," You started, watching her move across the room towards you. She placed herself on the edge of your bed and turned to you, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair.
"Who's Jack Frost?" Her lips turned up in a gentle smile.
"Ah, well," She began slowly. Your curious eyes widened a smidgen. "Jack frost is the person
Lanterns-Jack FrostxReaderLanterns-Jack FrostxReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
(y/n)=your name, (h/c)=hair color, (e/c)=eye color, (f/n)= friend's name, (f/c)=favorite color
You were hanging out with your best friend (f/n) at the park. You guys were talking about Jack and how he'll hate coming here for summer. Even though he always visited you, even at the hottest hours. (f/n) also talked about Bunny because she's dating him in his human form. You're not somehow that works since he's immortal and she's human. You thought about what happened if you and Jack dated, but you knew you have no chance since he might only like you as a friend. Besides you and (f/n) believed in Santa, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost since you were kids. You even saw them in person and became really good friends with them.
Out of nowhere, Tooth landed in front of you. You jumped, nearly having a heart attack. (f/n) laughed, but she tried to control it, which wasn't working. Tooth smiled sheepishly while you gave her a dirty look. You hate it when she does tha
Everlasting Snow: Life's DreamEverlasting Snow: Life's Dream9 months ago in Romance More Like This
You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it.
But you have no problem with that. It keeps things feeling absolutely amazing. Utterly and completely…magical.
The feeling of flight.
The night is a dark purple, a velvety blanket enveloping your town in its cool embrace. Stars peek through the veil in vast numbers, innumerable by all accounts. They twinkle as they giggle at their brothers’ and sisters’ small jokes, illuminating the night and the depths of your soul.
But the biggest light is that of the full moon, its smiling face beaming down upon you and your companions.
The Man in the Moon—known by one of your friends as being “MiM”—sharing in your elation, in this most exquisite evening.
Smaller lights fly past beneath you, the flickering ones of the houses below, imitating the stars above. Trees wave at you as you pass by, wishing you safe travels. A couple of lakes shimmer with excitement at your soaring reflection. There is an unhea
Cold War: Rebel, RevelYou find the bar into complete craziness. And when you mean crazy, it is over the top, full to the brimming, chaos. Dancers are hurriedly dressing in their slinky dance gowns, some brushing their makeup on as quickly as a wink, and some shrieking that they can't find their earrings or jewelry. Honestly.Cold War: Rebel, Revel2 years ago in Romance More Like This
But there's desperation in the air. All the dancers are jumpy and rather nervous.
Tooth bangs open the door, mouth white as a ghost, her usually gorgeous hair now in utter shambles, and her eyes are red with crying.
"What happened?!" Some girls cry out.
“Oh, it’s….it’s too…horrible!” Tooth manages, and then bursts out in a wave of tears. A few dancers help her settle down, and one gives her a handkerchief.
Tooth settles down for a few seconds, then cries, “Jack’s dead!”
“WHAT?!” all the dancers scream out. “How?! When?!”
She dries the very corners of her pale amethyst violet (now red tipped) eyes