Jack FrostXReader: Dr.FrostMore Like This
(This is an even that could have been one of the event that takes place during my first Jack FrostXReader fanfiction, but it can also be independent.)
You sat in bed, blowing your nose into a tissue. After you were done with it, you tossed it into the trash can that was sitting by your bedside. Groaning, you scooted back down under the covers and closed your eyes. Not that it helped though; Your head still pounded with aching pain.
It was the third day of school after Christmas break. You still couldn't believe that you'd caught the bug that was going around, and it was even harder to believe it happened on your first week back at school! You had so much work to catch up on...
Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of your window opening then closing. This sound always told you that Jack Frost had entered your room--something that he did quite often after you had established quite a friendly relationship with the boy. You felt your room grow colder and you felt like telling
Frosted Kiss (Jack Frost X Reader)Winter.More Like This
Just the name of the season gave you chills.
Why? Because unlike the people of the world around you, so ignorant to the beauty of this season, you recognize the magnificence of what only happens for a few precious months each year. It is the time that you hold in your heart, close to your soul. And when hotter months come, your heart yearns for the beautiful coldness, and the feeling that enters your heart can only be described through snow, frosted windowpanes, and crystal clear ice.
The snowflakes, so different from the spoiled, ruined blackness of the world around, fall down covering the hills with a beautiful blanket of pure white snow. The windowpanes became drawing boards for frosted patterns, each unique and unlike any other that will or has been created. The flowers in winter they say, created out of frost, bloom in abundance everywhere you look.
The winter breeze blows with a frozen delight, its crisp coldness returning a small piece of your soul back to you. A piece t
Jack FrostXReader: We Meet AgainMore Like This
You ran through the falling snow, tears streaming down your face. The moon was the only thing lighting your path, though you didn't even know where you were going anyway. Suddenly your foot struck a rock under the blanket of snow and you plummeted into it's cold embrace face first.
Never in your life had you needed someone so bad.
You lay there, your cheeks stinging from the biting cold the snow offered. Not able to take it anymore, you sat up and buried your face in your knees. Eventually you would have to sum up some strength and go home, but that wasn't happening anytime soon.
Today had been the worst day the fates had ever decided to give to you. That morning you had walked in on another fight between your parents. Again it had been about money problems like it always was. You had tried to brush it off as you walked to school, but for some reason you felt this fight was different then the rest. When you got to school your boyfriend came to tell you he had some news. He ha
Don't Let Me GoJack Frost X ReaderMore Like This
"Jack, wake up! It's starting!"
Lying down on the snowy ground, the winter spirit lazily obeyed the all-too familiar voice by opening his eyes, only to meet with a stunning sight.
To start off, Jack never really cared for the night sky. He doesn't care about the stars, the cosmos, the numerous galaxies and the vast universe. What mattered to him was his snow days, the other Guardians (yes, even Easter Kangaroo), his friends, his past and Man in the Moon. He didn't pay much attention to anything else. Those were his only priorities for the last 300 years.
But then he saw this spectacular view.
A meteor shower.
Normally, he wouldn't care for this either. He thought in the past that those were just falling stars and nothing more. He was used to the sight of it, even if it rarely happened.
But this time, it felt... different.
Now that he was actually paying attention, the meteor shower looked amazing. Nothing else could come to compare (except for snow, of course). He w
Ice Skates P2 |Jack FrostXReader|You walk through he forest, (h/c) hair blowing in the wind behind you and skates thumping on your back as you think of the previous days happenings. There is no way that that could have happened... you thought as you recalled what had happened. The day before you had met the one and only Jack Frost, spirit of winter, while you had been practicing your skating routine. You remembered how he had taken you for the unexpected ride in the sky, and you ended up almost getting pneumonia for all his troubles. Your mom and brother had come home from a Cub Scouts meeting and found you laying on the couch, your fingers almost blue. When your mom came in, she overreacted, taking you to the hospital. The doctor said you were fine, and that you just got really cold. Did he really.....? You think as you touch your cheek, remembering the sweet, cold touch that you had felt after drifting to sleep. No, it was just your imagination! You thought as you started to blush, thinking of the more than slightlyMore Like This
Ice Skates P1 |Jack FrostXReader|As classical music floated through your head, you whirled around the ice, yourMore Like This
(h/c) hair trailing behind you. You were home alone, and had decided to practice your routine you were going to show the judges for the ice skating contest. I wish coach would find me a partner to do this with... you thought as you started to spin, lifting one arm high in the air where your partner would hold your hand. All of a sudden, you felt someone holding your hand. Seeing as you were in mid spin, you couldn't just stop to see who it was, so you just kept spinning.
"Ty, I know that's you. Let go of my hand already." You said.
"Who's Ty?" came a voice that definitely did not belong your nine year old brother that loved to mess with you when you were practicing. You stuck your pick in the ice so fast you almost fell over, but a pair of strong hands grabbed you by your waist before you did. As they lifted you up, you still had your (e/c) eyes squeezed tight shut.
"You can open your eyes now, if you want t
Enjolras et Grantaire'Do it,' a little voice urged.More Like This
'No,' Grantaire replied. 'No, I won't do it. He already hates me.'
'No! Don't you see? I can't do it!'
'God, I have such a one-track mind.'
Enjolras paid no attention to Grantaire's inner conflict, choosing instead to speak of the world's outer conflict. Any despair the cynic displayed was usually mistaken for a hangover, anyway.
Grantaire didn't listen to the speech, at least, not the words. He listened to the melodious young voice, the way his thin hands moved when he spoke, how his hair caught the dim light, how his slender body moved "Apollo," he whispered, his voice too quiet for anyone else to hear.
Grantaire gazed at Enjolras's lithe, young body, wishing he could touch him just once, without having the other man recoiling. 'But that could never happen,' he told himself. 'Never.'
'You'll never know unless you do it.'
' I'm gonna do i