breathing in the snowflakes

Camren fanfiction!! For those who do not know what to read. And write me an interesting fanfic, which is not in this list. If you can't find some fic, write me and I'll give you a link.

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Broken // Jughead Jones

can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Swearing, sad jughead, blood.

Word Count: 2,625

Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Kevin Keller, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom.

A/N: If you ever feel like self-harming or think suicide is the answer, please, talk to me or someone. There are so many people going through this, and I’d hate for anyone to feel this way. x

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“I’m breaking up with you.”

Those five words had basically killed you. You knew you’d hear those words, but you didn’t expect them right now, after dating Jughead Jones for a year and three months. You hadn’t expected the words to come tumbling from his mouth. They were like bullets, each word hitting you in the heart. You had looked at the raven haired boy, who sat across from you. You were both in a booth, where you spent your time together. You had a sudden chill come over your body, the thick, khaki jacket couldn’t even keep you warm. You looked outside, the neon sign reflecting onto the window, but the thick, white snow still fell outside.

“How long?” You asked, looking back at the boy who sat in front of you. He looked emotionless, whereas you, on the other hand had tears welling up in your eyes and your hands were shaking a little bit. You bit your lip, looking around the diner. So many memories were made in this diner for you and Jughead. You had met him in this diner, along with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. You had spent countless nights with him, curled up in the booth, a book in your hands as he typed away on his laptop.

“A few weeks,” Jughead said softly. He could see how broken you were right now, but he swore he didn’t feel the same. After a very intense conversation with Betty about her feelings for him, he thought he didn’t love (Y/N) anymore, but deep down, he still loved her. He was just too caught up in everything, and with Veronica pushing him to love Betty, he got confused.

You couldn’t handle seeing his face anymore. His beautiful, pale face. You looked down at your lap, hand covering your mouth as you let out a sob. ‘Don’t cry, (Y/N)…’ Jughead’s words went straight through you as you stood up, collecting your phone and book, shoving them in your bag and quickly making your way out of the diner, walking in the snow, making your way home and ending up on your bed, a sobbing mess.

-

None of them had talked to you in three weeks. They all sided with Jughead and immediately left you. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, even Cheryl had started befriending them all and she was giving you a few side eyes and glares.

You walked into the student lounge, one earphone in your ear as you listened to your Spotify playlist. You had left your book and water bottle on the table in the lounge. As you looked up from your phone, you saw a certain pair of blue eyes meet yours. Along with your ex-friends. Goose bumps appearing on your skin as you walked to the table, picking up the two objects you had to collect and shoving them in your bag, you looked over your shoulder, all six pairs of eyes on you. Your breathing had quickened, and you knew they all hated you. All because Jughead broke up with you. You could feel it in the atmosphere and see the look in their eyes. Running your fingers through your hair, you quickly left the student lounge and made your way out of the building, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

-

Another two weeks had passed and they were all still being so petty about Jughead breaking up with you and they were still taking it out on you. It had been over five weeks and they were still being so dramatic about this whole thing, but you just couldn’t handle it anymore. You closed your locker gently, looking down at your Converse clad feet and slinging your bad over your shoulder. You headed towards the doors that you walked through every morning, the ‘Core Four’ as your peers called the group that you had once been a part of, were walking straight towards you, but you were not moving out of their way. Your shoulder had grazed Jughead’s, and you looked over your shoulder, his blue eyes coming in contact with yours. He had a slight look of confusion in his features, wondering why you weren’t going the way he was going, since you both had English together. You wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’. You wanted to apologise and have him hold you, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

You had left the boundaries of the school, the snow falling and creating a crisp, white layer on the ground. You had taken a different route today. You weren’t going home. No. You were going somewhere that meant a lot to you, and you wanted to make sure that no one knew where to find you. The snow had gotten thicker, it reaching above your ankles at this moment, and it was getting deeper. You trudged through the snow, seeing Sweetwater River covered by a thick layer of the snow, and also a layer of ice had been hidden underneath the snow.

Your hair rested over your shoulders as you dropped your bag, letting it fall onto a log that was peeking out of the snow. You took your phone from your back pocket, staring at it for a few seconds before typing in your password and going to your messages. You clicked on Jughead’s name and started to compose a text message.

‘i don’t know why everyone hated me so much after you broke up with me. but now i understand, because i’m hating me too. i’m sorry.’

-

Jughead didn’t know why he suddenly got a text message from you, but as soon as he saw what you had written, he was on his feet, collecting his stuff and rushing out of the student lounge. So many thoughts were running through his head. Where were you? He tried calling you, but you didn’t answer, you were immediately declining his calls.

“Juggie!” Betty had called out to him, Archie, Kevin and Veronica also following the blonde, who was following the raven haired boy. “What happened? Is it your dad?” She continued, trying to catch up to him, but he was already out of the school doors and jogging down the stairs. “Jughead, please!”

Jughead turned around, his phone still clutched in his hand. “You! You’re all the goddamn problem! You wanted me to break up with her. You all egged me on to do it! Putting into my head that I’d be so much better with Betty! Well, no. I just wanted (Y/N) and now she fucking hates herself and I have no idea where she is, but she probably has one motive at this point and I think you all know what it is!” Jughead looked at his group of friends, his face was red, but he was almost crying.

-

You had managed to make it out to the middle of Sweetwater River, taking in a deep breath as the snow fell, and snowflakes had landed in your hair and on your eyelashes. It was a beautiful feeling, and you wanted it to be the last feeling you had.

Your clothes were a strong contrast against the pure white snow, and anyone could possibly see you amongst this blanket of white, but no one was around to see you disappear within the snow, so it would be like you dropped off the face of the earth.

You took a deep breath, the cold air feeling refreshing as you looked around one last time. You gripped the sharp rock that was in your hand, looking down at the snow and dropping to your knees. You pushed the snow, piling it up so you could see the ice. You raised your hands above your head, the rock still grasped in your hands. A rush of adrenaline had overcome you and you swung your hands down, hitting the rock onto the ice. A small chip had been made, but bringing the rock down onto the ice over and over again had started to show a result in what you were looking for.

“(Y/N!)” You heard a voice shout across from the shore of the river. You stood still, but looked over your shoulder. Seeing 6 people across the river, standing safely on the shore, whereas you were stood in the middle, hearing the ice creak the slightest bit made your heart beat faster. All 6 of your friends that had left you were standing there. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin. Even Cheryl was stood there. But the last one, his signature denim jacket with a fleece collar and his beanie, was stood at the very edge. His eyes were wide and he was paler than usual. He was just hoping that the ice wouldn’t crack before he could talk to you.

-

“(Y/N), please! Just, come to the shore. We can talk through this. We’re so sorry!” Betty shouted, and Jughead gave her a side glance. Betty and Cheryl were standing behind Archie, and Veronica and Kevin were standing next to Archie. The boy that loved you so much watched as you turned around, fully facing the group of teenagers that had left you in a time of need. Jughead started forward, taking one step onto the ice. Slowly walking towards you, he told the others to not follow, because the weight of them all will surely pull them under.

“(Y/N). Come closer, please. We’re going to talk through this. It’s freezing and you’re going blue.” Jughead continued to walk towards you, but you stood exactly where you needed to. The ice was starting to crack a bit more, and you wished it would hurry up and pull you under the surface. “You know I love you and I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“

-

Betty Cooper stood there, watching the boy she had probably the slightest feelings for, confess his love to someone else. She wasn’t sure how to feel, but you loved him first, and she went out and ruined that. She felt like shit, putting it bluntly, but she would eventually get over it.

“You know I love you and I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“. Betty watched as Jughead’s face dropped and went pale. He stood there as his girlfriend disappeared below the surface. Archie was the first to move, bolting across the icy surface in attempt to save his best friend’s love.

“Jughead! Come on!” Veronica pushed him slightly, and Jughead realised that his girlfriend had disappeared. Archie was almost at where she had just been standing. The ginger dropped to his knees, seeing that the current had pulled her somewhere underneath the ice, which was acting like a glass floor. Jughead hand scrambled next to Archie, panting and looking at his best friend.

“Current’s pulled her under somewhere, spread out and look for her,” Archie spoke to Jughead, nodding. He watched the raven haired boy followed the way the current was going and started pushing snow from the icy floor. Archie repeated the same words he had just said to Jughead, in a louder tone. Everyone had started looking for her. Cheryl was stood at the shore, a phone to her ear. She was wearing a pair of heels, so Kevin had decided to give her is phone to call someone to get another car.

“Found her!” Veronica yelled as she pushed more snow away from the ice. Jughead looked up, his hair dishevelled and his beanie was crooked on his head. He scrambled over to where Veronica was and saw the body of his girlfriend starting to disappear deeper into the water. He looked around, in hopes to find something to break the ice with, but there was no luck. He looked at his hands, starting to beat at the ice. He groaned, his knuckles could definitely not take this type of beating, and Archie saw his best friend’s pain. Despite the words that Jughead would say to him after, he pushed him aside and started to hit the ice. So far, Archie was just cutting and breaking his knuckles, and blood was going everywhere, but he had eventually started to break the ice. His blood was mixing in with the water from the river. As soon as Archie had broken the ice, he and Jughead both reached in, grabbing onto either of your arms, pulling you onto the snowy surface.

Jughead took one look at you as he moved you away from the hole that had been created in the ice. Your skin was paler than usual, and your lips had gone blue. Your clothes stuck to your skin and you were colder than the water that was trapped under the layer of ice. “She isn’t breating,” he murmured, laying you on your back. He pumped at your chest, hoping that it would start to pump some blood into your system. Jughead shivered when he pressed his mouth against yours. It took him about three minutes to get you back, but as soon as you spluttered the water from your lungs, gasping for air, he pulled you into his chest, holding you so close to him.

Archie had given up his letterman jacket, since Jughead’s had become drenched somehow. You were in Jughead’s arms, shivering and shaken up from the events that just happened. You had realised in that very moment. As soon as your body went underneath that ice and you couldn’t pull yourself up. You actually thought you’d end up dead, and you definitely regretted putting Jughead, and everyone else through that.

-

“Juggie?” You whispered as you sat up in your bed. Everyone agreed to not mention anything, so Jughead took you home. You both got into the house just fine, since your parents were out of state for the week. He let you take a hot shower, got you changed into warm clothes (both you and him) and he let you sleep, while he took a shower, the scene of you dropping into the water playing over and over in your head.

Jughead looked at you. He hadn’t spoken much, because he didn’t know if he was going to burst out crying. He had just brought you back from basically dying, and he was still shaking up.

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke softly. Your skin was still crawling with goosebumps. Your room was probably as warm as a sauna or something. The heater was on, you had two blankets on, a pair of pyjama pants on, a hoodie and a fuzzy pair of socks, but you still felt cold. You felt so cold and heartless for attempting to do that, especially in front of Jughead.

“For what? If I hadn’t had arrived when I had, you’d probably be at the bottom of Sweetwater River right now, dead. And no one would probably know until summer, and that’s what scared me so much. I love you and I don’t want you to go anywhere right now. It’s tough for both of us, I know. And I am the worst person for pulling that on you, and being so pathetic about it.” He sat on the edge of your bed, looking at you. “Please, please. Don’t leave me,” Jughead’s voice broke as he leant forward, head resting on your shoulder. Small sobs could be heard, and your heart shattered into a million pieces. It was you that broke Jughead Jones. And you’d have to live with that for the rest of your life.

Transparent Crystalline Solid (intro)

Bucky Barnes x (enhanced)Reader

Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.

A/N: All new! I had inspiration slap me straight across the face, and here we are! This one might hurt a little, but y’all know me, I’m a sucker for a happy ending. 

Summary: Bucky has charm, looks, a great smile, and he knows how to talk to a lady. The thing is, he does know it. Bucky’s a womaniser, there’s no doubt about it. But when he lays eyes upon the newest addition to the team, he might’ve found a reason to change his ways. Unfortunately, he knows he’s a coward, and he knows change isn’t easy. Lying.. is so much easier. 

Ice: frozen water, a brittle transparent crystalline solid.


Originally posted by winter-capricorn


The first time she catches Bucky’s eye, he knows he has to have her. One way or another, he has to. Here he was, minding his own business, enjoying a smoke on one of the compound’s huge balcony’s, when Stark ushered this girl -no, woman- in through the elevator doors.

“Come on in, Y/N, welcome to the Avengers, and this..” Tony waves his arm around in a dramatic-only-Stark-can-pull-it-off fashion, “is the living room.. Sort of speak”

The woman -Y/N- laughs, a soft and guarded sound, but no less beautiful because of it, and nods, “This is pretty crazy, Tony. Pepper didn’t exaggerate”

“Do I ever?” Pepper comes walking in from the other direction and smiles a warm smile towards Y/N. “It’s so good to see you again. I’m glad you finally decided to come” she says as she wraps her arms around Y/N and squeezes.

Y/N returns the gesture with warmth, and Bucky can’t help but desperately wanting to be on the receiving end of such an embrace.

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Fevered

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Rating: PG

Warning: Descriptions of Lupus

Word Count: 6,926

Summary:  Lately, it seems that all your time is spent in and out of hospitals. A dreary place, even in the best of times. Until you meet him. [Genre: fluff]

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Meant to Be - Part Eighteen: Alone

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open  @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotmehopeless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays  @pipindaae @series-killerr @creepycute08 @villaintv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops @canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay @k9effect@meagisnotamazing @lunahdeer @karoline-phantom @aham-threw-his-shot-away @arissanoddle @autistic-alien @aceplaysbass @bathtab @xthaynesxalcoholx @sovaill @jamiltone @youreyesaretherealtruthtellers @artandshitposts @gold-cleaver @externallyandinternallyscreaming @iloveunicorns64 @arieava @mayzietuff @betweeneverytwopines @bisexual-baka @sparrowb07@iswearimsmol @gad-jeffs @actual-dorito-steve-rogers @turtlesneedglasses @shock-blanket @angelicaelizaandpeggu @totallyademigod @karmana-stevens-569 @honakanee @i-d-e-k-any-more @the-other-fifty-1 @thendergirl  @toomuchartsstuff @alibug134 @notthrowingawaymyfood@passiveaggressivelittlelion @bestfluteninja @multifandomweirdo @quiet-fawn-of-the-galaxy @trashy-dinosaur @iamindeedapotato @dismayed-mindset @trash-sicle @sammylynne321 @hamillton-laurens @ahyesfandoms @graycefulart @8grapenerds @jeffmads34 @sazzyli123 @drugsdiggs @sufferment @ideal-trash @etm13 @myotpisnotstraight

Word Count: 3786

WARNINGS: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, mentions of homophobia, depression

Dedicated to: @hercdotmulligan @maiseylarks @toomuchartsstuff and @aliencoffeh for their amAZING art <3

A/N: yikes this is a long one but … today might be that day  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


As soon as Alex left Aaron’s property, he felt a cold weight drop into his stomach. His brain screamed at him to turn around; to go back to his soulmate. Thomas was willing to work things out now; why would he prolong their separation?

He half-turned back, but steeled himself. This was the right decision. It had to be. He let his feet take him wherever they would, not wanting to go back home, not wanting to go back to the party. For once in his life, he thought that maybe being alone would be best.

He wandered down John’s familiar street, trying to tamp down the rising panic. Alone was good. He could make it good.

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Cocoa and Draco

If u can could u please write one with Draco where u are having a boy talk with the girls and then the girls mention Draco as you two are dating n you say something and Draco overhears it and get very mad at you. Fluff. Thankyou

Draco Malfoy x reader (any house) imagine

Word Count: 1189

Warnings: none


You warmed yourself up by the fire after a chilly walk outside. You rubbed your hands together trying to get warm, but questioning if this method actually worked? You and Draco had just took a walk together around the outside grounds. His warm hands kept your tiny, cold ones toasty. You pictured his black trapper hat covering his white hair. His pale cheeks had turned pink and his breath was visible as he talked. Little snowflakes were twinkling down from the sky and falling into your hair. You secretly loved the way it made your hair look. He kissed you on that walk. It made your face warm up and you smiled to yourself just thinking about it. He made you promise not to tell anyone that he was falling for you.

The fire crackled bringing you back to reality. You pulled your cozy blanket around you.

“I’ve just gotten us some hot chocolate from the kitchen!” Emilia slowly walked in carrying four mugs, two in each hand.

Emilia was one of your best friends and roommates. She had a bob cut and brown hair that was perfectly straightened every time you saw her. Her hazel eyes fit perfectly with her pale skin.

You jumped up to help her and took two out of her hands.

“Where are the others?” She asked.

You shrugged your shoulders not sure of their whereabouts because you had not seen them since you returned from your stroll.

“Library. Heard them giggling about love potions. Said they were trying to find a book about them.” Tommy said looking up from his book.

Tommy pushed back his black hair and smiled. His teeth were so white and straight. He pushed up his sleeves revealing more of his tan skin.

“Thanks, Tommy.” Emilia batted her eyes smiling greatly.

You stifled your giggle and said, “Let’s try and find them?”

Emilia nodded and followed you out of the common room, through the corridors, and into the library. You sipped your hot chocolate as you two searched for your two other best friends and roommates. Other students were still in the library either to chat or search for books to finish up last minute homework. You heard familiar giggles around the corner.

You turned to see Evelyn and Millie whispering as they stared at the book Mille was holding. Millie’s long, curly red hair was falling down her shoulders into the book.

“Why don’t you just put it back?” Evelyn giggled pushing her hair to the side.

Evelyn had her dark hair pulled back into a braid.

“Guys!” Emilia jumped towards them.

She handed them their hot chocolate, forcing Millie to put the book down onto the table next to her.

“What are you doing?” You asked taking another sip of cocoa.

“Just looking up love potions. How did you find us?” Millie said brushing her hair out of her face.

“Tommy told us.” Emilia smiled.

“Bet you’d like to slip him a love potion…” Evelyn snorted making the rest of you laugh.

“Oh shut it! There’s people around.” Emilia turned red reminding you of your walk with Draco.

He was so captivating. You were thinking of how kind he was to you and how he cared for you so much. He talked about wanting to take you on a real date someday.

“Alright, pick one person you’d like to like to give a love potion to.” Emilia dared.

“Ollie Days!” Millie practically yelled.

Ollie Days was a tall, lanky boy with the whitest hair but the darkest eyes. Millie had always fancied him and they could always be found talking about really anything.

You all laughed at her eagerness to answer.

“That was a bit fast.” Evelyn laughed. “I’d have to say Jamie Krow. Real cutie, that one.”

Jamie Krow was a tiny girl in your year whom was incredibly smart. She had thick, straight dark brown hair that was just the perfect length. She always wore boxy glasses that slowly slid down her nose.

“What about you?” Emilia asked you.

“Oh, um.” You stuttered.

Your immediate thought was Draco, of course, but you couldn’t say anything about him to anyone.

“I saw you with Draco Malfoy earlier, what about him?” Millie smiled.

Your face went red, “No! Shush!”

“Draco Malfoy? Are you two?” Evelyn almost spit out her cocoa.

“I bet they are. Saw them holding hands.” Millie grinned.

You sighed, there was no point in lying considering that Millie had seen you together.

“You cannot tell anyone! You have to promise!” You tried to quiet them down.

“How long?” Emilia tried to whisper.

“About four months. No one is supposed to know! You can’t tell anyone! Ever.” You said.

“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe it.” Evelyn giggled.

“I don’t think she has to worry about slipping him a love potion though, the way he looks at her.” Millie said.

Your cheeks turned red again. He really did look at you lovingly, didn’t he?

“What’s he like?” Emilia asked.

“He’s lovely, so handsome. He’s so sweet to me. He said he’s falling far me. But you can’t tell anyone! Draco doesn’t want anyone to know.” You said.

“What do I not want anyone to know?” You heard his familiar voice ask.

You turned to see him standing behind you looking agitated.

“Draco, they saw us. I can’t lie to my best friends.” You tried to not upset him anymore.

“Can I talk to you, just us.” It was more of demand rather than a question.

You set your mug on a bookshelf and followed Draco a few rows down before going into one. He ran his hands through his hair as he turned to face you at end of the bookshelves. He looked up at you and shrugged his shoulders.

“How did this even come up?” He asked.

“They were talking about who they’d like to slip a love potion to and then they asked me but I said I didn’t know. Millie said she saw us holding hands earlier during our walk. There’s no way I could have denied that, no lie would cover that up.” You said walking towards him.

He sighed.

“They can’t know, no one can.” He said.

“Draco, I understand that but they saw us. We can’t change that. No one is going to care that we’re together.” You replied.

“I don’t want anyone using this as leverage to hate you. Who knows what they all think of me. I don’t need you going through that.” He said getting a little angrier.

“Draco, I don’t care what happens. I like you a lot and I want to be with you no matter who knows or whatever anyone thinks.” You said.

He didn’t say anything back. You could tell he was thinking about what to do.

“Thick and thin, I’ll stand by you.” You reassured him.

He looked at you, unsure of what to say.

“Oh come on, you know I’m crazy about you.” You giggled.

He smiled and kissed your forehead. It felt so comforting.

“Alright, alright.” He pulled you in to hug you. “I guess I can live with a few people knowing.”

Terms Of Surrender

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Words: 945
Plot: King Edmund and the reader have a snowball fight. It’s too cute for life.
A/N: I’ve been thinking to myself for a while “Hope, you know who you should totally write more of?” The cutie that is Edmund Pevensie. And then it happened. And it was worth.

Originally posted by mleko55

Delicate snowflakes fluttered in the soft breeze, crisp against the grassy meadow as Edmund kicked a dandelion poking out from the white blanket. His lashes dusted his reddened cheeks from the cold, his breath clouding the air in thick wisps.

“Alright Ed, this is very well and good” Lucy chimed, her arms crossed against her chest “but it’s absolutely freezing up here”.
Edmund grinned slyly, tilting his head to the side. “A bit cold for you, Lu?”
(y/n) laughed, and the sound was like music on the breeze; sharp notes against the crisp air “don’t worry, Lucy. You’ll get your revenge”.
Edmund scoffed, ruffling the snowflakes from his hair “Lu isn’t as vindictive as you are, (y/n). Not yet, anyhow.”
(y/n) muttered something about kings being more respectful to their subjects, and Lucy laughed so hard that Edmund’s cheeks flushed.
“Look” Edmund coughed, turning to face the two girls “it’s all very well and good to talk the talk if you’re not going to act on it”.
Lu cocked her brow, stopping in the snow to stare at Edmund, a smile creeping across her features slowly.
(y/n) bit her lip, her eyes rising to meet Edmund’s, and he felt his heart stutter. When she looked at him like that; he felt as though the world was standing still; even the very earth seemed to fall away beneath his feet.

Completely distracted, Edmund didn’t even comprehend the ball of snow when it shattered against his cheek, snowflakes spraying across his jaw in a thousand tiny fractals. The bitter cold stunned him for a second, before he gritted his teeth, a laugh breaking through his throat. (y/n) had taken her chance when she’d been given it; and now the real game would begin.
“You asked for it!” Edmund grinned, sprinting towards a nearby boulder as Lucy cried out, scooping a pile of snow up from the ground. (y/n) reacted almost as quickly, turning to back behind the nearest tree.
Edmund took a fistfull of snow in his gloved hand, packing it down with dilligence. Popping up from his cover, he hurled the ball of ice at Lucy.
Seeing her impending doom at the hands of such a large snowball, Lucy shrieked loudy, ducking face-first into the snow and covering her face in white snowflakes.
“We surrender!” (y/n) cried out from behind the old oak, her hands pressed against the trunk of the tree “I’ll be willing to negotiate the terms of our surrender on common ground”.



Edmund laughed, stuffing more snow into his palm “if this is a ruse, your King can, and will, snowball you into oblivion”.
“No ruse, sire. We’ve truly been rumbled” (y/n) called, pushing away from the tree and into Edmund’s line of sight. 
Edmund swallowed, stumbling up and walking towards the middle of the field. Lucy sat in a pile of snow, a curious amusement plastered on her face, as (y/n) brushed her hair back from her shoulders with one gloved hand, her silk dress trailing in the soft snow as she made her way to Edmund.
When they were an arm’s breadth away from eachother, (y/n) stopped, her lips softly twitching upward as her lashes fluttered, tiny snowflakes framing her eyes. Edmund felt the breath leaving his lungs, his pale face flushing with warmth as he looked down at his feet.
“I hear you’ve given up” Edmund smirked, his hands clasped behind his back “or is this all a cunning plot to take advantage of my trusting nature?”
“That’ll be the day, Ed!” Lucy cried out from across the field, falling back into the snow with a laugh.
(y/n) chuckled, running her fingers across her chin in thought “we will surrender, Ed. On one condition.”
Edmund swallowed.
Anything.
“Anything” he breathed, biting his bottom lip.
“A kiss” (y/n) whispered, her finger tapping her cheek, flushed from the icy breeze.


Edmund felt his head spin, his heart leaping forwards as butterflies filled his stomach.
Was this real life? Was this happening? Here, now?
“I…accept. These seem like suitable terms” Edmund smiled, taking several steps closer to her. He could smell her perfume; violets and rain, and saw the way her hair curled softly against her cheekbone in the snow. He felt a force pulling him closer; like a soft magic, winding through his head and making everything else fade away.
She turned her cheek towards him, a nervous breath escaping her lips in a cloud of warmth.
Impulsively, slowly, Edmund dropped the snowball he was holding on the ground, the sound of snow on snow ruffling behind him. Dusting his glove against his tunic, he swallowed, placing his index finger on the curve of her jaw, turning her face back to his.
He felt his hand shaking, felt the fire burning wildly in his veins, scorching them. When he’d first arrived at Narnia, he’d just been a boy. But several years had passed; and now, he was no longer the starry-eyed child from another world.
He was a King.
He was a man.
Clenching his jaw, he held her jaw, stroking across her cheekbone with his thumb. And slowly, softly, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.
Edmund felt his heartbeat in his lips, felt the world standing still, more still than he ever thought possible. He could taste the snowflakes against her tongue, crisp against the pressure of his lips, and he quietly moaned, leaning into her.
He wanted…
Lucy shrieked in joy, and Edmund broke away with a start, his face practically glowing redder than the hottest fire.
“I knew it!” Lucy cried, her hands raised in joy “this is a good day to be alive!”

That it was.

Explaining misophonia to teachers is the worst. Like, how do you say “I can’t sit next to this person because they breathe loudly” without sounding like
A) a special little snowflake, or
B) some kid that is getting REAL creative with their excuses to sit next to their best friends

loversinger0619  asked:

I love your fic rec lists! I am looking for fics with Johnlock trapped in a small spaces (ie: closets or trunks) or fics with dirty talk. Thank you!

Hi Lovely!! 

You know, I know I’ve read quite a bit of fics with the tight spaces scenario, but only two come to mind right now because I just recently re-read them to add to my fic rec lists:

• Just a Kiss by emmagrant01 (E, 19,695w. || Case Fic, 5+1, For a Case) – Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real. (Chapter 7 is the one you want :D)

• Closeted by sussexbound (T, 6,115 w. || Love Confessions, Truth or Dare, First Kiss) – John and Sherlock end up trapped in a closet overnight while on a case. John has an idea on how to pass the time. Part 1 of Intimacy

And Here’s a few with Dirty Talk:

• Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w.|| Sherlock POV, First Time/Kiss, Chair Sex, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

• Perfect Solo by Itsallfine (E, 2,384 w. || Frottage, Fantasy, Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Solo) – Sherlock couldn’t decide how he wanted to have John that night. (The one where Sherlock uses his box of sex toys to take himself apart in every way John might have him.) 

• Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,717 w. || Dirty Talk, Coming in Pants / Untouched) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock’s Kinky First Times

• A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w. || Sex / Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Solo, Pining, POV John) – What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once: Flirting. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.

• There’s Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) (M, 4,676 w. || Pining, Angst, Love Letters, UST, Dirty Talk, Hiatus) – Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.

• And if you say the word, I could stay with you by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,842 w. || Domestic Fluff, Dirty Talk, Anal, Fluff and Smut) – What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content. What he says is simply, “Marry me.”

• A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.


I hope this list suffices a bit! As always, feel free to add some of your faves, Lovelies! 

profess your love

’cause a storm is bound to come

borrow hope to understand

take my hand, take my hand


“Your pops told me you’d be out here.”

Todoroki lifts his eyes from where he’d been catching snowflakes on his fingers. His breath puffs in front of his scarf and his face, obscuring his view of Kirishima for a moment. When the exhalation clears, he sees that Kirishima is smiling at him, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You’re a fair way from home,” Todoroki says. “Crimson Riot’s agency doesn’t operate here usually, do they?”

“Nope,” Kirishima agrees. “I’m here on my own.” He gestures to the space on the concrete block next to Todoroki. “Mind if I take a seat?”

“Not at all,” Todoroki says. He passes a hand over the concrete and evaporates the snow that had landed on it. Kirishima settles onto the block, shoulder bumping Todoroki’s. This close, Todoroki can see the slashes that mar his face. They’re cracks across his lips and wounds over the bridge of his nose, still scabbed over. He didn’t need to bandage them now, but it was obvious they were too deep to heal. Todoroki was familiar with that.

He shifts in place, as if he can feel the ruined flesh of his lower back and hip, the skin grafts that never quite took. It’s a phantom itch, a phantom pain, but sometimes to Todoroki, it feels a real as the moment Shigaraki’s hand touches his side and lit him up.

“It’s chilly on the roof,” Kirishima says. He huffs, a cloud of breath forming in front of his face. “Thought even you’d get cold after a while.”

“Temperature regulation,” Todoroki says. He hadn’t been at an uncomfortable temperature since he was six or so. “I like to clear my head.”

Kirishima nods. “It’s a lot to take in.”

Neither of them are talking about fledgling hero work.

Kirishima’s quiet for a moment, and then, “How often do you–”

“Every day,” Todoroki says. “If I had pushed just a little harder…”

“If I had been just a little bit faster…” Kirishima echoes. “Yeah. Me too.”

Another moment of silence.

“Do you think it goes away?” Todoroki asks, voice barely audible.

“After we forgive ourselves, I guess,” Kirishima says.

“Not the guilt,” Todoroki says. “The love.”

“Oh,” Kirishima says.

Todoroki tilts his head back. A snowflake lands on his nose and he crystallizes it, balancing the flake upright. “‘It’s your power,’“ he says with a sigh.

Kriishima makes an interrogative noise.

“He said that to me, four years ago,” Todoroki says. “I wonder…if he hadn’t. I wonder what would’ve happened.”

“The outcome wouldn’t change,” Kirishima says. “It might have happened even earlier.”

“He’s stupid,” Todoroki agrees. “Nearly losing his arms, nearly losing his life, and then–” He melts the snowflake. “It was going to happen, I guess. But maybe, if I hadn’t met him…”

He closes his eyes. “I love him. I still…”

“Yeah,” Kirishima says. “Me too. They’re both so fucking stupid, huh?”

“The worst,” Todoroki agrees. Opens his eyes. “If it was always going to hurt like this, then maybe it would have been better if our paths never crossed in the first place.”

“Really?” Kirishima smiles at his clasped hands. “I’ve never regretted it once.”

“But to lose him–”

Kirishima grasps at his jacket, tight enough to show the whites on his knuckles. “It proves he was real,” Kirishima murmurs. “It proves what we had was real. Don’t you know? If it’s hurting so bad you can hardly see, hardly wake up in the morning, it means it was real. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Todoroki presses a hand to his chest. “Real,” he says. “He was real.”

Todoroki tucks his face into his scarf. “I can’t touch him now,” he says. “Maybe he was real, but he’s not anymore.”

“Hey,” Kirishima says, and then his hand is over Todoroki’s, grasping at his chest. Even being his warm side, Todoroki hadn’t noticed how cold his left hand had become.

“They’re real,” Kirishima says. “I feel him every day i wake up alone. And every day he doesn’t text back. And every day I see the memorial they’re constructing.”

“That’s painful,” Todoroki whispers.

“That’s real,” Kirishima says. “The four of us are real.”

Todoroki is still for a moment. Then, he lets out a long sigh and leans into Kirishima’s side, resting his cheek against Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima intertwines the fingers of their hands and their clasped hands lower to the concrete.

“We’re alive,” Todoroki says.

“Yes,” Kirishima says.

“Even though we don’t want to be.”

“Yes.”

“That’s painful,” Todoroki says again. Above them, clouds block out the stars and moon. Snow starts to fall heavier, dusting their shoulders and thighs and the tops of their heads. Even with his temperature regulation, the only part of his body that feels warm is the hand Kirishima is holding.

“I made a promise,” Kirishima says. “To Midoriya.”

“When?” Todoroki asks.

“Yesterday,” Kirishima says. “I promised him I’d protect you. Look after you.”

“You don’t need to do that,” Todoroki says.

“I know,” Kirishima says. “But I know he’d look after Bakugou for me.”

Todoroki mulls that over.

“I don’t think he’d accept a promise from me,” Todoroki says slowly. “Seeing as he hated my guts to the very end. Probably doesn’t trust me within spitting distance of you. ‘Like hell you know how to take care of him, half-and-half bastard.’ Like that. But I think I owe it to him to look after you, too.”

Todoroki can’t see it, but he knows Kirishima is smiling. “What a couple of sorry suckers we are,” he says. “Our soulmates kick the bucket and all we can do is cuddle in the snow. Not very good at coping, are we?”

“The company’s not bad though,” Todoroki says.

“No,” Kirishima says, squeezing his hand. “It’s not bad at all.”

Meddlesome

AN: A drabble request from @chanting-to-u for some Gray, Loke, and Cana Brotp for a coffee shop AU. I added some Gruvia for good measure.

This takes place in the same universe as Sugar, Spice and Ice.


Gray huffed and drummed his fingers against the cover of his sketchbook, as his eyes lingered on Cana’s back.

She’d been chatting with the blue haired barista for a solid five minutes. Giggles and hand gestures had been exchanged, but there was no sign of their drinks being started and Gray found himself growing impatient.

He shifted in his seat, flipped open the sketchbook to a blank page and glanced out the window, hoping to distract himself. He caught sight of Loke’s bright orange hair crossing the street, and raised his hand in greeting.

Loke caught sight of Gray as he hit the curb and waved back. He paused to fix his hair and straighten his suit, then sauntered towards the entrance.

A soft scrape and a thud came from the chair across from Gray as Cana dropped into it. She grinned at Gray, and had a look in her eyes that Gray knew meant she was up to something, and he was about to be dragged into it.

“I get that you wanted to flirt, but I don’t see why I couldn’t have ordered my own coffee,” Gray said, shooting her a look that he hoped would convey he was not interested in her schemes.

Cana waved him off. “I wasn’t flirting. Juv’s straight as a board.” She glanced back towards the barista and wrinkled her nose. “It’s a damn shame though, she’s cute.”

“Then I’m even more confused about why I couldn’t just order.”

“It’s a surprised,” Cana replied, wicked little grin widening.

Gray scowl deepened.

Loke laughed, appearing behind Gray, and clapped a hand on Gray’s shoulder. “Uh oh, you got in the way of his morning cup of coffee?” He slid into the chair on Gray’s right.

Cana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “It’ll be worth it.”

Loke raised a manicured brow at her and Gray glanced back out the window.

“Yeesh, it’s like neither of you trust me,” Cana grumbled.

“With good reason,” Gray countered.

Loke shrugged. “It’s not a lack of trust on my part, I just don’t want to deal with His Grumpiness before he’s been properly caffeinated. Got enough of that when we lived together.”

Cana cackled in response and Gray shot Loke a withering glare. “Remind me again why I hang out with either of you?”

“No idea,” Loke said.

“We don’t really give you much of a choice.” Cana smirked at Gray. “But you’d be bored as hell without us.”

Gray thought about arguing that, or pointing out that he could do with a bit of boring from time to time. Or at least some quiet. There was a time when he used to be able to enjoy mornings like this, walk into a cafe and spend the day sketching and watching the world go by.

Then Cana and Loke found out and made it their mission to join him. He tried to protest, but the words, loner and depression started getting thrown around and rather than have to listen to another lecture about how he was handling his life he relented to their company.

If he was honest, he usually ended up appreciating the company, he just found it hard to remember why when he was being deprived of caffeine.

“Here’s your order.” The blue haired barista announced, and placed three large mugs on the table between them.

Gray’s breath caught as he took in the intricate designs of the foam. A snowflake for him, a fairy for Cana and a lion for Loke. He stared at the drinks then looked up at the girl, then back to the art before him. “You made these?”

She blushed and nodded. “Juvia hopes you like yours. Cana-san said Gray-sama was an artist.”

Heat crept up Gray’s neck at the honourific. Leave it to Cana to bring that up again.

“Uh, yeah. Mostly sculpture, but I like to sketch too.” Gray held up the sketchbook.

Juvia nodded and smile shyly. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the tray she was carrying. “Juvia would love to see some of Gray’s sketches some time.” She worried her lip and glanced away, then her eyes popped open and latched back onto him. “That is if Gray-sama is okay with sharing. Juvia didn’t mean to ass-”

“Sure,” Gray said, cutting her off before she could get much further. He smiled back at her, in an attempt to ease her nerves, only for her to blush harder.

“You should offer to model for him some time,” Loke said, flashing her a charming smile and letting his eyes wander her figure before winking at her. “Pretty girl like you could inspire all sorts of things.”

Gray glared at Loke. Sure he was looking for models, but the way Loke said it made it sound like a whole other kind of invitation.

Cana rolled her eyes. “Ignore him, he’s a pervert,” she said with a dismissive wave, before grinning up at Juvia and grabbing her hand. “But you really should model for Gray. You’d probably have to meet him at his place though, since he doesn’t get out much, but you could make a couple latte’s afterwards and show him how you do your thing. Maybe get to know each other.”

Gray bristled. “Oi! What is this, some kind of setup?” He glared at his friends before sighing and offering Juvia and apologetic look. “Sorry, they think I’m a shut in with no life.”

“You are a shut in with no life,” Cana muttered. She released Juvia, crossed her arms over her chest and glared back at Gray.

“It’s okay,” Juvia said. “Juvia doesn’t mind.” Her eyes eyes widened and she blushed. “That is, Juvia would be happy to model for you, not that she wants to be set up with you. Not that she doesn’t- um, that is-”

Gray couldn’t help but smile at how flustered she was getting. It was kinda cute. She was kinda cute.

Juvia hung her head, her cheeks a brilliant shade of pink. “Juvia is going to go back to work now.”

Gray nodded. “I’ll talk to you later about the modeling, without these two meddlers.”

Juvia looked shocked, then nodded before scurrying back behind the counter, where she was greeted by a pink haired coworker who slung and arm around her shoulder and proceeded to tease her.

Gray felt a bit bad for her, he could definitely relate.

“See, totally worth it,” Cana announced, looking all too proud of herself.

Loke nodded and grinned at Gray. “You should totally do something about that crush she’s got for you too.”

“Preferably before she realizes you’re a train wreck and an asshole.”

Gray rolled his eyes and glanced out the window instead of dignifying either of them with a response. Anything he said at this point would just be used against him. Still, he couldn’t help trying to catch glimpses of Juvia through the reflections on the window, and he didn’t miss the knowing glances Cana and Loke exchanged.

He knew they were right, they knew they were right, but the best thing about them was he never had to say it.

SHIELDED / YOUR EYES FROM THE TRUTH. darling boy, why do you hide ? / they do not speak with hatred, no venom lies on their tongues. / you hide, and they RUN to you – crying, you are their hope, their SAVIOR. / darling detective, do you see ? / closer, look closer. between shades of black white, between truth and lies, do you see ? 

YOUR WEAKNESS DOES NOT DEFINE YOU / darling boy, do you know ? / YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WILL LEAD THEM HOME. (ac.)

anonymous asked:

17 also i'm in love with your writing

17. With snow outside

It’s late in the evening that Will hears the front door open and close and looks up from his book. He barely has time to brace himself before Nico is falling face first on the couch with him, winter coat and all, knocking the book from his hands to the floor with a soft thump.

“Hey, how was - ah!” Will’s greeting is cut short when he feels the icy cold tips of Nico’s fingers sneaking up under his jersey. “Nico! You’re freezing! Get off!”

“No”, Nico mumbles to his chest, but retrieves his fingers anyway. He squirms awkwardly on top of Will for a good two minutes, trying to get out of his coat and toe off his shoes, and when he finally settles down with his head on Will’s stomach and legs dangling off the armrest of the couch, all the snowflakes in his hair have turned into water and are damping Will’s shirt. “Now, that’s better.”

Will isn’t all that sure it is better, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s been looking at the weather for a few hours now, watching as the snow just keeps on coming and wondering what kind of a mood Nico will be in when he gets home. Turns out he’s on a clingy mood.

“So I take it work was… bad?” Will asks as he tries to figure out what it is exactly that Nico is doing, squirming again and making things slightly uncomfortable for probably both of them.

Work was fine”, Nico says from where he is somewhere under Will’s jersey, slowly and surely making his way up. Will can only thank the gods that Nico isn’t trying to dig under his t-shirt, too. “It’s your stupid no shadow travel from work -rule I have a problem with.”

Deciding that he should be lucky to be wearing the already too big and over stretched jersey, Will rolls his eyes and winces when something (possibly Nico’s elbow) pokes him painfully between ribs. “We’ve been over this. The restrictions are not to bully you, but for - “

“For my own safety, I know.” The neckline of the jersey stretches and presses to the back of Will’s neck when Nico’s head pops into his vision again. “Doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

With a little more shuffling and adjusting they can finally get comfortable. Will has to admit that even if it is a little too warm inside to be cuddled so close together inside one jersey, the weight of Nico nestled against his chest and around his waist and hips is very much welcome. It’s not often that Nico gets touchy like this (outside of the obvious activities that requires it), but when he does he goes all out. Will has to admire his dedication.

Nico leans his face close to Will’s to nuzzle their noses together with a soft smile. “Hi there.”

Will’s heart melts and he smiles back. “Well hello.” He wraps his arms around Nico’s body and brings their lips together for a few quick kisses. “You come here often?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Nico deepens the next kiss slightly, but only long enough for Will to get really into it and then be disappointed when Nico pulls back to hide his face to the crook of his neck instead. Will can feel a tiny sigh against his skin. “I really wish it didn’t snow today.”

Turning his head to the window again, Will has to disagree. Had it not been for the snow, who knows if Nico would be draped all over him right now? Yes, the neckline of the jersey hurts a little and it’s probably going o be too warm to be comfortable in a few minutes, but right then, with their heartbeats mixing together and breathing taking the same rhythm, and snowflakes dancing in the window… well, Will thinks it’s actually all sorts of perfect.

(thanks for the prompts, people!)

9 Times…-Chapter V

Ahh I have not updated in so long! 
School has been such a pain omg

Title: 9 Times Peter Parker Nearly Said ‘I Love You’ and the 1 Time He Did - Chapter V
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: You and Peter mess around while walking to a study session together
Word Count: 303
Warnings: None
Tagged: @icat8 @pixierox101 @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @ginnyweasels @tmrhollandkay

Your name: submit What is this?

               “Peter, don’t!” you yell, holding your hands up in defense as Peter throws another snowball at you.

           You let out a yelp as the cold snow hits you. Peter laughs with amusement, but quickly stops when you retaliate.

           "Oh come on,“ he complains, brushing off the snow from the strap of his backpack. "I have my laptop in here.”

           You roll your eyes. “You’re the one who started it.”

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@gemsona-hq ’s July prompt was to show off our gemsonas in beach wear/volleyball outfits, so here they are!!

Rhodonite and Celestite team up against DBO and Eye Agate in the VOLLEYBALL SHOWDOWN OF THE CENTURY, meanwhile the rest tag along for their own reasons. Azurite was just dragged there by Snowflake Obsidian because she wanted to have her eyes on everyone and make sure nobody died, meanwhile Bloodstone just wants to cheer on her cute pink gf!!

The one who could see me (Jack Frost x reader)

Originally posted by frostbitten-pooka-roo

Jack was in the village trying to find someone to talk to. Someone to help him. But there was none who would. Who would here his pleas to see him. Screams of agony. Pain filled tears that ran down his pale cheeks. In that time he wondered is anyone feeling the emptiness he is feeling right now. The pain that breaks him. The confusion that spins in his head. The feeling of being lost. The loneliness of being a shadow. The sadness of your world crashing down right in front of your eyes. There was. Oh there was who felt every emotion he felt then. A girl. A girl who recently lost her best friend Jackson Overland. (y/n)(y/l/n) was the girl that felt pain, emptiness, confusion, being lost, loneliness, sadness. It was like her only sun ray died out. Her lucky star fell from the cold night sky. The name that used to bring a smile to her face, now brought salty tears down her rosy cheeks and screams of pure agony to her.
Right now she broke. She sprinted out of her house. Her name being called by people she knew, but she didn’t look back. They didn’t mean anything to her anymore. They were empty voices of nothingness. She wished for her name to be called out by him. By Jack. Her best friend, her crush. She ran away from the town that brought her the once happy now painful memories. Not looking back she ran towards the forest, where she and Jack used to hang out. He they first met. First laughed. Saw the stars together. Their happy place, because they knew they could always find each other there, in the mystery forest.
Jack was still trying to get someone to notice him, when he saw people moving out of the way for a girl. Jack moved as well, out of pure instinct. But he saw tears fall from her eyes that she desperately tried to cover.
“Miss!” He called out to her.
But of course she couldn’t hear him. No one could hear him. So he did the only thing he could at that moment. He ran after her. She was someone who felt his pain. Someone he wanted to help. Someone he wanted to see smiling. To hear her laugh. To see a twinkle in her tear stained eyes.
He soon discovered that she was a fast runner. But did he give up? Oh, no, he was only more determent to help her. He  stopped for a moment. He looked around. There were no footsteps in the snow. No indication she ran someplace. Jack strained his ears only to be met with silence of the forest. He stayed still. Then he heard it. Silent sobs in the silent twilight.
Though it was silent Jack managed to hear the whimper. Following it he was lead to a hill with one lonely tree standing mighty, but showing its age. Jack came closer. The soft whimpers became wails. In that moment the young man spotted a (y/h) head attached to a shivering body. He walked to her as if she was some wild animal. Taking soft and cautious steps to the girl. 
The moon beamed on her shaking form. It caught the females attention. She looked up. A star caught her eye. A blue shimmering star. A nova that was icy blue and looked like frost. She smiled a teary smile rose to her face. She remembered that beauty.
(y/n) and Jackson or Jack were on the dwarf hill, as the young boy called it, holding hands and gazing at the stars.
“Look, Jack, that one looks like frost” She pointed at the very same star that she saw.
“How about we call it ‘The (y/n) star’” He asked turning his head in her direction.
“That’s stupid” The girl giggled.
“You found it, so it has to be named by your name” Jack retorts, his brown eyes sparkling.
“That’s even more stupid. Just because I found it doesn’t mean it be my name” The girl muttered.
“So you have a better name?” The teen challenged.
“Yes”
“What is it?”
“'The Frost star’” The girl smiled looking at the blue light.
“Yeah, you'r right. It does sound better” Jack aggred.
That brought more tears to the girl. Still looking at the star she started humming a familiar tune. Silently whispering the words to herself in cold weather.
“The cold weather is nipping at my nose
But fear not, it’s only Jack Frost.
Let me make a snowball
And take the win 
From the winter king.
Let us run
To the pond of fun”
Jack looked at her suprised. She knew of him? But how come she can’t see him. He shook of the feeling. Sitting down hext to her he gave her a side hug.
“He was wonderful, always so full of happiness. He was my light. My best friend. I loved him more than anything” Jack looked down at her, could she him?
“Jackson Overland” She giggled at the name.
“I was in love with him” She smiled, eyes still strained on 'The Frost star’.
She became paler by the minute, her skin whiter than snow, her eyes becoming dull and lifeless, her hair begining to grow white because of the snowflakes, her breath ragged.
She looked up at the frosted boy, directly into his frozen eyes.
“Thank you, Jack for coming back” She whispered, head falling onto his shoulder.
“You can see me?” He asks suprised.
The girl nodded her head, weak and frail.
“What’s your name, miss” He asked.
“(Y/N)(Y/L/N)” The girl answered not suprised, it wasn’t her Jack. He looked like an angel to her in the cold.
“What’s your’s”
“Jack Frost”
“I told Jack you were real” She smiled.
“But no one knows of me" 
"That’s because I created you”
At this point in time Jack noticed the girl being paler than snow.
“(y/n), you'r freezing” Jack said worriedly “You'r going to die”
“I think of death as eternal sleep. A deep slumber you will never awaken” She smiled one last smile at the moon than at her new friend.
Closing her and releasing one last puff of air, she went to eternal slumber. Jack hugged her body tightly and made some frost flowers appear next to her. The winter king turned around and flew away, smiling a bit at the girl who did not fear death. The girl that could see him. The one who created him.
Unknown to him the girls chest glowed, making her be reborn into the spirit world as (y/n)(y/l/n) soon to be guardian of imagination and love.

Hey , guys! 
Happy new years!!!!!! I’m thinking of making this small chapter into a full Jack Frost x reader story. Tell if I should, cause I will use this chapter as the first chapter there.
Bye, love, Ari