Jack Frost x Reader - Memories"Hey Jack."
The spirit smiled as he sat on his love's porch. It was midnight, and [Name] was watching the snow fall. Jack's smile widened a little at the memories of the two of them dancing in the snow like idiots, having snowball fights, making snow angels and when he had taught the female to ice skate. So many happy memories.
"Hey. . . Do you remember when I gave you that snowflake necklace a while ago?" Jack asked, eyes going to the small necklace around the girl's neck.
"Of course! It's my favourite gift!" [Name] replied, smiling softly. She closed her eyes, placing a hand on the necklace. "Also the day you told me you loved me. . ."
"Jaaaaack~" [Name] called, rolling around in the snow. "I'm so bored~!"
"I know, I know. Just wait a sec!" The male replied, flying around in the trees. Where was it?
"Why did you even bring me out here? It was so sudden. . ." [Name] murmured softly.
Landing smoothly, Jack walked over to his friend. His right hand was behind his back, a m
Jack Frost x Reader [Part 2]You sighed, happy to be home in your warm blanket, drinking some hot cocoa. Still, you couldn't get your mother dying out of your head. Tears cloaked your cheeks, and before long, you were full out sobbing. "Hey, now," a familiar voice soothed. "Don't cry.."
It was Jack.
"J-Jack!" You exclaimed, wiping your tears. "Why are y-you here? How'd you even get in?" With a wink, he said, "I have my ways. And as for why I'm here..well, I was flying over your house, when I heard you crying." "I was that loud?" You whispered. He nodded. "But don't worry," he said. "I'm here now." Slapping him playfully on the cheat, you took a sip of your cocoa. "What's that?" Jack asked, cocking his head to the side. "Hot cocoa." You said, smirking. "Want some?" Jack fell off the couch, eyes wide, as you leaned forward with the cup. "Ha!" You said, laughing. "You should've seen your face!"
Pouting, he said, "that wasn't very funny, ____.." Smiling to yourself, you set your cup down and turned forwards him. "Ja
Ice Slippers: Mascara Mischief
“Has anyone seen _______________ around? The laundry’s not done.” Florence haughtily asks. Berenice chokes on her toast, but Stepmother Tooth and Florence don’t turn their head towards her even in the merest concern.
“The laundry? Where in heaven’s name could she be? She always does the laundry, doesn’t she?” Stepmother snaps out.
“That’s what I’m telling you, Mother dearest, she’s not there.”
“Strange….” Stepmother muses, stabbing at her boiled egg with a blunt edged silver fork. The pale whites pop simultaneously and run down the side of her blue-and-white striped egg cup. “Very strange