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His hands were warm against her winter hands.
He was shocked. How could a person like her ever feel cold? She, who was happiness and joy, had hands cold as ice.
“Your hands are really warm,” she said, pressing her forehead against this shoulder. She had a soft smile on her lips and her eyes were closed. She couldn't believe this was happening. Out of all the people in the world he had noticed her.
Their fingers intertwined and all he could think was how bad he had wanted to be with her.
They didn't remember when all the double-intention talk had started. When did their words meant something more than mere politeness to each other? When did he started to grab her cheek to kiss her hello? When did she started to press her hand against his chest whenever he hugged her a whole?
“I once heard that happens because not enough oxygen reaches your hands.”
Damn.
He said the most theoretical thing he could possibly say. Why did it sound to her as the sweetest words ever?
“Well, I am glad your oxygen likes you and makes your hands this warm. My hands are always cold.”
He pulled her away just enough to match their eyes. “Not on my watch.”
She laughed. Funny how he noticed that her eyes closed and her teeth showed and that her face would look down.
“Not on your watch, huh? Fine. I guess I could put my hands under your watch,” she admitted.
But her heart? Her love? Her deepest emotions?
And what about him? He was scared, too. His heart had went through enough suffering. Could she comfort his solitude? He had warm hands but a heart so wounded that might as well be cold-dead.
Her phone rang. It was time to go. They let go of each other and said their goodbyes.
His hands were warm but now so are hers.
He was shocked. How could a person like her ever feel cold? She, who was happiness and joy, had hands cold as ice.
“Your hands are really warm,” she said, pressing her forehead against this shoulder. She had a soft smile on her lips and her eyes were closed. She couldn't believe this was happening. Out of all the people in the world he had noticed her.
Their fingers intertwined and all he could think was how bad he had wanted to be with her.
They didn't remember when all the double-intention talk had started. When did their words meant something more than mere politeness to each other? When did he started to grab her cheek to kiss her hello? When did she started to press her hand against his chest whenever he hugged her a whole?
“I once heard that happens because not enough oxygen reaches your hands.”
Damn.
He said the most theoretical thing he could possibly say. Why did it sound to her as the sweetest words ever?
“Well, I am glad your oxygen likes you and makes your hands this warm. My hands are always cold.”
He pulled her away just enough to match their eyes. “Not on my watch.”
She laughed. Funny how he noticed that her eyes closed and her teeth showed and that her face would look down.
“Not on your watch, huh? Fine. I guess I could put my hands under your watch,” she admitted.
But her heart? Her love? Her deepest emotions?
And what about him? He was scared, too. His heart had went through enough suffering. Could she comfort his solitude? He had warm hands but a heart so wounded that might as well be cold-dead.
Her phone rang. It was time to go. They let go of each other and said their goodbyes.
His hands were warm but now so are hers.
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Jack Frost x Reader: Frosted Together[chapter 3]
From inside the sack you kept screaming and squirming from a distance you could hear a thick Australian language.
"UGH would you please be quiet even just today? Jeez I don't know why North would go far to even want a pipsqueak like you to attend the meeting. You Frostbite."
"Excuse me? let me out now before I sue you of kidnapping!"He didn't respond anymore but instead of being let out you feel as if you were being lifted from the ground.From inside the sack you could hear 3 different people speaking .One of them was the person with the thick Australian accent, another with a Russian accent and the other had a female voice.
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Jack FrostxReader: Frosted together (chapter 2)
It's been a day after your encounter with the witty winter spirit but you still couldn't believe that he's real and you were actually able to MEET him. It was a weekend so you woke up a bit late and did some special bonding time with your parents.
At the North Pole...
"Come on North, I'm a 318 year old guardian, at least give me a chance to be even a little bit NORMAL." Jack was persuading North ever since breakfast to give him a normal life even for a short time or for a year.
"Jack, you are now guardian you took the oath and now you need to accept the responsibility and what ever you do you will never be normal."That stung "You have lived a
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Jack FrostxReader: Frosted Together[chapter 1]
You were taking a stroll one winter night. Everything was covered in snow, the trees, the benches, the lamp posts, everything. You felt colder by the minute so you stuffed your cold hands in your warm and comfy jacket.
You continued walking. You put your earphones on but when you took a step forward you stepped on a staff that sent you falling on the ground. You picked it up and stuffed your earphones into your (choice of item).
You examined it a bit when someone suddenly snatched it from you. He was a boy not much older than you. He was a very odd teen actually, he had white hair,wore a blue hoodie and tattered brown pants, which had frost
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So, I saw this one-page long challenge based on a random internet image so I saw this picture and edited the watercolor marks and wrote this short story.
Hope you guys start feeling warmer soon! <3
-FWL
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Hope you guys start feeling warmer soon! <3
-FWL
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