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After that night, Pitch refused to tell you more. He said it was still too soon to assign a task to you. He just simply sent you back home, wanting you to get used to the new you.
You didn't quite understand what he meant by that, so you shrugged it off. Besides, that new feeling you felt in the depths of your gut was a thrill! It was strange and odd.
As you got back home that night, the firsts signs of dawn were showing. The sky had quickly turned from a dark royal blue to a sweet light pink. Opening the front door, you remembered your parents were probably still sleeping. Good, at least you wouldn't have to invent some lame speech as to why you were gone.
Climbing up the staircase, you scanned the picture frames that were hanging on the wall. One of them was of you at the age of 6, playing in the white sand at the beach with your nose whitened by the sunscreen.
You snorted and turned away, as if the happiness in that picture disgusted you.
Finally reaching your room, you plopped onto your messed up bed and sighed.
Feeling your eyelids get heavier by the second, you finally decided to end your suffering and drift off into a deep slumber.
It must have been hours since you had fallen asleep because the night sky was once again a dark-ish shade of blue. Using your forearms to lift yourself up, you squinted your eyes and scanned the dark room.
What time is it?
Rolling over to check your alarm clock, you noticed no numbers were appearing. Like if it was broken or something. Maybe it needed new batteries?
Not feeling like walking, you postponed that task for later.
For a second there, all you could hear was your breathing.
Until a knock on the window caught your full attention.
Turning your head towards the noise, you distinguish a dark silhouette crouching near the glass.
Expecting to see Pitch with more news on your "alliance", you immediately unlocked it.
But it wasn't him. Oh no, it was the one you least wanted to see right now. The one and only, Jack Frost.
His uneven hair stuck up from every side and his cheery smile hadn't changed, despite the fact you did.
"Y-you..." You stuttered.
"I missed you, (y/n). You have no idea."
His words struck you in the gut like a thousand sharp knives. But his eyes suddenly lost their vibrancy.
"But what have you become..."
"You make no sense, I should be asking you the questions here! Why did you bloody leave me for a month without telling me? If you don't like me, you could at least man up and tell that to my face instead of running away from me!"
Tears of rage and anger started to build up in your (e/c) orbs.
Jack didn't move a muscle. He just stood there, staring blankly at you.
"I'm sorry, (y/n). I have to go."
"Go? Go where? Back to that lonely lake of yours you actually call home?"
You couldn't believe your ears. You were actually saying those words aloud. But you didn't mean them at all. It's like if someone had taken control of your mouth and was speaking for you.
But before you knew it, Jack had vanished out of thin air.
Waking up panting with cold sweat running down your face, you placed your hand on your heart. It hurt. A lot.
Was it...all just a stupid dream?
Oh how you wanted to just break down once more, but it felt like you couldn't cry. Like something was blocking the tears and sobs from resurfacing. You were a bit grateful though. You hated to cry.
You didn't quite understand what he meant by that, so you shrugged it off. Besides, that new feeling you felt in the depths of your gut was a thrill! It was strange and odd.
As you got back home that night, the firsts signs of dawn were showing. The sky had quickly turned from a dark royal blue to a sweet light pink. Opening the front door, you remembered your parents were probably still sleeping. Good, at least you wouldn't have to invent some lame speech as to why you were gone.
Climbing up the staircase, you scanned the picture frames that were hanging on the wall. One of them was of you at the age of 6, playing in the white sand at the beach with your nose whitened by the sunscreen.
You snorted and turned away, as if the happiness in that picture disgusted you.
Finally reaching your room, you plopped onto your messed up bed and sighed.
Feeling your eyelids get heavier by the second, you finally decided to end your suffering and drift off into a deep slumber.
It must have been hours since you had fallen asleep because the night sky was once again a dark-ish shade of blue. Using your forearms to lift yourself up, you squinted your eyes and scanned the dark room.
What time is it?
Rolling over to check your alarm clock, you noticed no numbers were appearing. Like if it was broken or something. Maybe it needed new batteries?
Not feeling like walking, you postponed that task for later.
For a second there, all you could hear was your breathing.
Until a knock on the window caught your full attention.
Turning your head towards the noise, you distinguish a dark silhouette crouching near the glass.
Expecting to see Pitch with more news on your "alliance", you immediately unlocked it.
But it wasn't him. Oh no, it was the one you least wanted to see right now. The one and only, Jack Frost.
His uneven hair stuck up from every side and his cheery smile hadn't changed, despite the fact you did.
"Y-you..." You stuttered.
"I missed you, (y/n). You have no idea."
His words struck you in the gut like a thousand sharp knives. But his eyes suddenly lost their vibrancy.
"But what have you become..."
"You make no sense, I should be asking you the questions here! Why did you bloody leave me for a month without telling me? If you don't like me, you could at least man up and tell that to my face instead of running away from me!"
Tears of rage and anger started to build up in your (e/c) orbs.
Jack didn't move a muscle. He just stood there, staring blankly at you.
"I'm sorry, (y/n). I have to go."
"Go? Go where? Back to that lonely lake of yours you actually call home?"
You couldn't believe your ears. You were actually saying those words aloud. But you didn't mean them at all. It's like if someone had taken control of your mouth and was speaking for you.
But before you knew it, Jack had vanished out of thin air.
Waking up panting with cold sweat running down your face, you placed your hand on your heart. It hurt. A lot.
Was it...all just a stupid dream?
Oh how you wanted to just break down once more, but it felt like you couldn't cry. Like something was blocking the tears and sobs from resurfacing. You were a bit grateful though. You hated to cry.
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Everlasting Snow: Chapter 43
Your hand meets cold, satiny skin.
The two of you are frozen there for a few seconds, you with your hand still in midair, Pitch with his face turned to the side. Your expressions are the same—sheer shock. He never it saw it coming. You never thought you had it in you. It just kind of happened. As if out of instinct, from the depths of your brain, an out-of-the-blue reaction to a sudden wave of anger. You immediately regret it.
You just slapped Pitch Black clear across the face.
An extremely powerful, dark being who towers over you.
Knowing that you have to go with it, you stretch out the same hand, your tingling palm upwards and tow
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Never Give Up-Jack Frost X Reader-Ch. 1
Never Give Up
Jack Frost X Reader
Chapter 1
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A.N.: OK you guys, I've had a LOT of people ask for this so what the hell, I'll do it! XD OK well this will be a chapter fic as you see and yeah, it's pretty much the sequel to the ROTG movie only with a romantic twist with Jeff and a reader! XD I've seriously had a LOT of people want this and ask for more so after one more comment out of, well, 50 or so people begging I finally got in the mood to do this! XD OK so let's just start. .-. (F/n)=First name, (L/n)=Last name, (H/c)=Hair color, (H/l)=Hair length, (E/c)=Eye color.
Ages:
(F/n)=17
The rest I don't know .-.besides Jack, he's like 300 and
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Everlasting Snow: Chapter 42
You kind of wish someone had a stopwatch.
You just broke a world record for sprinting the distance to your house in the snow, the chilly night air biting at your face.
At least, that’s how it felt.
You burst in through the door, praying that he’s still there, still hanging on.
Much to your relief, Jack Frost is exactly as you left him.
You take a seat on the couch by his torso and pat his cheek in hopes that this attempt to wake him up will be successful. Which it isn’t. He doesn’t show even the slightest reaction, in fact.
“C’mon, Jack,” you say as you take out the blue vial that the Leprechaun
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This took....a while to publish, didn't it? Hehe, even after I promised to publish it on Sunday Sorry.... Um tbh this was a pretty random chapter, so not really my favorite. I just lacked inspiration, I guess! But anyhow, still sincerely hope you guys liked it a bit
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Chapter 22: link
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