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(e/c) Eye color.
(f/c) Favorite color.
(c) Color.
(h/l) Hair length.
(h/c) Hair color.
______ Name/last name/nickname.
Your name is _____ _____, you're between the age of 15-17, you live in the US, Pennsylvania, Burgess.
You have (h/l)(h/c) hair and piercing wonderful (e/c) orbs. You live with your divorced mom and big sister that is always outside or at a "friend's" house.
Your favorite fabric is cotton and wool, you love the feeling of snow, and your favorite season is Winter. Oh, and there's one more thing...
You're blind.
People where still able to see how your eyes looked like before. They still saw what your eye color was, and almost no one realizes that you are blind until you tell them or until they see your eyes. You weren't always blind though, you had you sight till you became seven years old, till the accident happened.
When you where around 7 years old, you got hit by a car while going home from one of your friend's house. It was really dark, the car's headlights started to malfunction, so you didn't notice it. Until they finally worked, and the driver saw you, in the middle of the road, staring into the headlights. Too late to move, and too late to get away.
Ever since then, you've been afraid of the dark, getting nervous every time the light gets weaker. But fate made it even worse, it made you blind.
You went through severe head injuries, and despite all your wounds healing, you couldn't remember your life from before. All you could remember and see, was darkness.
Luckily, it wasn't always dark for you. No, you where able to see light from lightbulbs, the sun and other light sources. The way you see, is sort of how other people see when they have their eyes closed. But whenever the light becomes weaker, whenever it becomes evening and night and whenever the sun is being covered by the clouds for too long, you get frightened. You get scared, sad and horrible pictures from the accident show up in your head. Those pictures and memories that you have locked in for so long, breaks loose whenever darkness gets you, whenever "Pitch Black" grabs ahold of your hand, not letting you go.
It's been a while since it last became dark to you, your house is always so bright and you lock yourself into your room whenever the outside becomes darker.
Winter was your favorite season, because the cold touch of the snow, and the feeling when it melts in your hands is soothing. And the crunches under your feet as you walk sounds so satisfying and gives that tingling feeling in your stomach.
Your heart flutters whenever you hear the children play outside. Their laughs, their cheers, all the happiness that beams from them seems to hit you and make you smile along with them. You don't even have to be around them, just as long as you can hear them, you will be happy almost everyday.
It's been a while since it had snowed though. A few months back, you sat on your couch while your mom was at work and your sister was out as usual. You where wrapped in a warm (c) blanket made out of cotton, holding a cup of hot cocoa while you listened to the news. The weather report said that it would snow in a few days, but it didn't.
A week later, they said that it could take time, that "Jack Frost" was busy, causing snow into new places and old places. you giggled when you heard that name.
'Is he saying it for the children's sake? Are there even any kids that watch the news?' You thought, as you listened to the reporter's voice. 'Maybe they are now, wondering where winter has gone. Those poor kids.' You figured.
You have always been like a protective big big sister, and even though you where blind, all the children treated you with respect. You even had a best friend, his name was Jamie. But you treated him more as a little brother, at times even as a son.
Your memory fades at that moment, dragging you back to the reality, to the present. You sat on the same couch, with the same blanket, and a cup of cocoa that has gotten colder from your vanishing into old memories.
'It's quiet...a bit too quiet. No giggles and laughs, no snowball fights, no nothing. They used to always be outside, every day even when there was no snow. I guess they're too sad to go out now.' You gently placed your half-warm cocoa on the nightstand that you remembered was next to the couch. You dragged up your knees, placing you head on top of them with a saddening look.
Your glazed eyes started to water, turning a bit red. You dug your face in with your hands wrapped around your legs as the blanket was wrapped around you.
'I don't like this feeling. It's too quiet, where's the sound?...I...I can't see, am I at home? It doesn't sound like it. My home is filled with calming and soothing sound....This isn't my home...This isn't my life.' You always relied on your ears and your hearing. All the sounds around you makes you used to being blind, most of the times you even forget you are.
But whenever it gets quiet, realization dawns you. You're blind, you're helpless, and you're alone. You have forgotten the beauty in anything and everything, and you will never see it again. You will never be able to see your family, you will never be able to see your children, and you will never be able to see yourself. Are you pretty? Are you ugly? Should you let people see you, or should you keep yourself locked at home? Letting no one be able to see you, just as you can't see yourself.
"I-I don't like these sounds, these thoughts....please let me hear something else, let me think of something else! Give me sound so I won't have to think of this!" You shouted to yourself.
You heard your back door smash open. You jump in fright, believing someone was standing there. You heard a little thump but then it was quiet again. Even though you where terrified of what that could've been, you still would prefer that over silence.
You rushed over to grab your clothes, but fell face-first to the ground. You got up and felt what it was, it was a box. You had no idea what was in it, but you didn't care.
"Mom should have at least told me that she replaced stuff." You murmured to yourself. You got back up and reached for your clothes. You sighed with relief that your clothes where still in the same spot.
You already wore a light blue shirt made of yarn, it was warm, comfy and as long as a short dress. You also had brown leggings with nice wintery yellow snowflakes dotted on them. But it wasn't enough for the cold.
You put on a pair of (c) leg warmers and a (f/c) fleece shirt that had a snowflake on the left side of your chest. The snowflake had a darker shade of the same color, you always enjoyed touching it since it was sewn on. The elegant pattern of the snowflake always leaves you in awe. You then put on a dark blue scarf and a pair of (c) furry boots. You're finally ready to head out. You step outside, take the handle of the door that was already open, and closed it after you. You head out for a little walk, thinking that it will make you feel better.
But no, instead you crash yourself into the neighbor's mailbox.
'...I hear nothing, I see nothing. All the noises I hear makes me able to hear the presence and all the things surrounding me....But the wind is not even telling me where the goddamn mailbox is!' You shout in your head as you kick and miss the mailbox. You get teary and start to sniffle. You put some pressure of your body weight onto the mailbox, you felt your knees getting slightly weaker.
"Please...let me hear again." You whisper out loud. "Let me feel, let me hear, let me sense the presence..." You pause for a moment and look up to the sky, hoping for a certain someone to hear you.
"Let me see."
Nothing happens, you hear nothing, you feel nothing, you sense....something, but it doesn't feel like something important. You get sad, and carefully head back home.
Then, something mindblowing happens. You feel something cold, gently landing on the tip of your nose, slowly melting.
'...Snow? I-is that...snow!?' You then feel another one, landing on your cheek as you look up. And another one, landing on your lips. And sadly, another bigger one landing in your eye. You yelp a bit as you rub the pain away. Big chunks of snow starts to fall onto the city, making layers and layers of snow.
When you finished rubbing, blinking a few times and wipe off the tears, you where able to hear shouts and screams. They didn't sound negative though, you heard laughs and giggles too. It was the most wonderful calls from children that you have ever heard in you entire life.
"Snowday!" You hear Monty scream.
"Snowday! It's finally here!" You heard Pippa call.
"Jack frost is finally here!" You heard a boy shout. It was a familiar voice, it was Jamie.
"_____! It's finally snowing! Can you believe it!? After months of waiting, he's finally here!" Jamie says with an exited and joyful shout.
"I'm glad to hear you're happy, Jamie!" you say with a beaming smile.
"Woah, careful there, _____! You don't want the snow to instantly melt away with your smile now do ya? Snowday just arrived! Don't make it go away!" You started to giggle at him, he thinks he's a casanova.
"Oh shush with you! But I am glad, really. I'm happy for you guys." You said with a less "bright" smile, trying not to melt the snow.
"Hey, you want to play in the snow with me?" You can hear on his voice that he is still very happy for it to snow.
"..Nah, I want to go to the park instead. Thought that it might be fun to read a little~"
"Aaw, okay." He says with a slight pouty and sad tone. "But you should play with us soon, maybe when there's even more snow!"
"Of course Jamie, I'll play with you guys anytime!"
You're about to head home to get one of your books, but you turned around to Jamie that was about to go to his friends.
"Hey Jamie!" He turns to you.
"What is it?"
"Is Jack Frost real?"
"Oh yes, he definitely is." He says with a slight grin.
"Could you tell him thanks for me then?"
"Huh? Why don't you do it yourself, ______?"
"..Because I don't believe in him enough." You then turn around and head back home to get your book. Luckily, there was enough sound for you to hear the shape of your house, so you didn't fall on your way back.
(f/c) Favorite color.
(c) Color.
(h/l) Hair length.
(h/c) Hair color.
______ Name/last name/nickname.
Your name is _____ _____, you're between the age of 15-17, you live in the US, Pennsylvania, Burgess.
You have (h/l)(h/c) hair and piercing wonderful (e/c) orbs. You live with your divorced mom and big sister that is always outside or at a "friend's" house.
Your favorite fabric is cotton and wool, you love the feeling of snow, and your favorite season is Winter. Oh, and there's one more thing...
You're blind.
People where still able to see how your eyes looked like before. They still saw what your eye color was, and almost no one realizes that you are blind until you tell them or until they see your eyes. You weren't always blind though, you had you sight till you became seven years old, till the accident happened.
When you where around 7 years old, you got hit by a car while going home from one of your friend's house. It was really dark, the car's headlights started to malfunction, so you didn't notice it. Until they finally worked, and the driver saw you, in the middle of the road, staring into the headlights. Too late to move, and too late to get away.
Ever since then, you've been afraid of the dark, getting nervous every time the light gets weaker. But fate made it even worse, it made you blind.
You went through severe head injuries, and despite all your wounds healing, you couldn't remember your life from before. All you could remember and see, was darkness.
Luckily, it wasn't always dark for you. No, you where able to see light from lightbulbs, the sun and other light sources. The way you see, is sort of how other people see when they have their eyes closed. But whenever the light becomes weaker, whenever it becomes evening and night and whenever the sun is being covered by the clouds for too long, you get frightened. You get scared, sad and horrible pictures from the accident show up in your head. Those pictures and memories that you have locked in for so long, breaks loose whenever darkness gets you, whenever "Pitch Black" grabs ahold of your hand, not letting you go.
It's been a while since it last became dark to you, your house is always so bright and you lock yourself into your room whenever the outside becomes darker.
Winter was your favorite season, because the cold touch of the snow, and the feeling when it melts in your hands is soothing. And the crunches under your feet as you walk sounds so satisfying and gives that tingling feeling in your stomach.
Your heart flutters whenever you hear the children play outside. Their laughs, their cheers, all the happiness that beams from them seems to hit you and make you smile along with them. You don't even have to be around them, just as long as you can hear them, you will be happy almost everyday.
It's been a while since it had snowed though. A few months back, you sat on your couch while your mom was at work and your sister was out as usual. You where wrapped in a warm (c) blanket made out of cotton, holding a cup of hot cocoa while you listened to the news. The weather report said that it would snow in a few days, but it didn't.
A week later, they said that it could take time, that "Jack Frost" was busy, causing snow into new places and old places. you giggled when you heard that name.
'Is he saying it for the children's sake? Are there even any kids that watch the news?' You thought, as you listened to the reporter's voice. 'Maybe they are now, wondering where winter has gone. Those poor kids.' You figured.
You have always been like a protective big big sister, and even though you where blind, all the children treated you with respect. You even had a best friend, his name was Jamie. But you treated him more as a little brother, at times even as a son.
Your memory fades at that moment, dragging you back to the reality, to the present. You sat on the same couch, with the same blanket, and a cup of cocoa that has gotten colder from your vanishing into old memories.
'It's quiet...a bit too quiet. No giggles and laughs, no snowball fights, no nothing. They used to always be outside, every day even when there was no snow. I guess they're too sad to go out now.' You gently placed your half-warm cocoa on the nightstand that you remembered was next to the couch. You dragged up your knees, placing you head on top of them with a saddening look.
Your glazed eyes started to water, turning a bit red. You dug your face in with your hands wrapped around your legs as the blanket was wrapped around you.
'I don't like this feeling. It's too quiet, where's the sound?...I...I can't see, am I at home? It doesn't sound like it. My home is filled with calming and soothing sound....This isn't my home...This isn't my life.' You always relied on your ears and your hearing. All the sounds around you makes you used to being blind, most of the times you even forget you are.
But whenever it gets quiet, realization dawns you. You're blind, you're helpless, and you're alone. You have forgotten the beauty in anything and everything, and you will never see it again. You will never be able to see your family, you will never be able to see your children, and you will never be able to see yourself. Are you pretty? Are you ugly? Should you let people see you, or should you keep yourself locked at home? Letting no one be able to see you, just as you can't see yourself.
"I-I don't like these sounds, these thoughts....please let me hear something else, let me think of something else! Give me sound so I won't have to think of this!" You shouted to yourself.
You heard your back door smash open. You jump in fright, believing someone was standing there. You heard a little thump but then it was quiet again. Even though you where terrified of what that could've been, you still would prefer that over silence.
You rushed over to grab your clothes, but fell face-first to the ground. You got up and felt what it was, it was a box. You had no idea what was in it, but you didn't care.
"Mom should have at least told me that she replaced stuff." You murmured to yourself. You got back up and reached for your clothes. You sighed with relief that your clothes where still in the same spot.
You already wore a light blue shirt made of yarn, it was warm, comfy and as long as a short dress. You also had brown leggings with nice wintery yellow snowflakes dotted on them. But it wasn't enough for the cold.
You put on a pair of (c) leg warmers and a (f/c) fleece shirt that had a snowflake on the left side of your chest. The snowflake had a darker shade of the same color, you always enjoyed touching it since it was sewn on. The elegant pattern of the snowflake always leaves you in awe. You then put on a dark blue scarf and a pair of (c) furry boots. You're finally ready to head out. You step outside, take the handle of the door that was already open, and closed it after you. You head out for a little walk, thinking that it will make you feel better.
But no, instead you crash yourself into the neighbor's mailbox.
'...I hear nothing, I see nothing. All the noises I hear makes me able to hear the presence and all the things surrounding me....But the wind is not even telling me where the goddamn mailbox is!' You shout in your head as you kick and miss the mailbox. You get teary and start to sniffle. You put some pressure of your body weight onto the mailbox, you felt your knees getting slightly weaker.
"Please...let me hear again." You whisper out loud. "Let me feel, let me hear, let me sense the presence..." You pause for a moment and look up to the sky, hoping for a certain someone to hear you.
"Let me see."
Nothing happens, you hear nothing, you feel nothing, you sense....something, but it doesn't feel like something important. You get sad, and carefully head back home.
Then, something mindblowing happens. You feel something cold, gently landing on the tip of your nose, slowly melting.
'...Snow? I-is that...snow!?' You then feel another one, landing on your cheek as you look up. And another one, landing on your lips. And sadly, another bigger one landing in your eye. You yelp a bit as you rub the pain away. Big chunks of snow starts to fall onto the city, making layers and layers of snow.
When you finished rubbing, blinking a few times and wipe off the tears, you where able to hear shouts and screams. They didn't sound negative though, you heard laughs and giggles too. It was the most wonderful calls from children that you have ever heard in you entire life.
"Snowday!" You hear Monty scream.
"Snowday! It's finally here!" You heard Pippa call.
"Jack frost is finally here!" You heard a boy shout. It was a familiar voice, it was Jamie.
"_____! It's finally snowing! Can you believe it!? After months of waiting, he's finally here!" Jamie says with an exited and joyful shout.
"I'm glad to hear you're happy, Jamie!" you say with a beaming smile.
"Woah, careful there, _____! You don't want the snow to instantly melt away with your smile now do ya? Snowday just arrived! Don't make it go away!" You started to giggle at him, he thinks he's a casanova.
"Oh shush with you! But I am glad, really. I'm happy for you guys." You said with a less "bright" smile, trying not to melt the snow.
"Hey, you want to play in the snow with me?" You can hear on his voice that he is still very happy for it to snow.
"..Nah, I want to go to the park instead. Thought that it might be fun to read a little~"
"Aaw, okay." He says with a slight pouty and sad tone. "But you should play with us soon, maybe when there's even more snow!"
"Of course Jamie, I'll play with you guys anytime!"
You're about to head home to get one of your books, but you turned around to Jamie that was about to go to his friends.
"Hey Jamie!" He turns to you.
"What is it?"
"Is Jack Frost real?"
"Oh yes, he definitely is." He says with a slight grin.
"Could you tell him thanks for me then?"
"Huh? Why don't you do it yourself, ______?"
"..Because I don't believe in him enough." You then turn around and head back home to get your book. Luckily, there was enough sound for you to hear the shape of your house, so you didn't fall on your way back.
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Woooow...I seriously thought that PewdieCry fanfic was the last fic I was gonna do. But nope, apparently, I made another one! AND...this is my first X Reader fanfic! I felt embarrassed at times since it felt like...someone was watching me. Now I'm not saying that if felt like Jack was watching me, just SOMEONE. I seriously don't like the presence of someone watching me! So I felt uneasy and it took some time to make this XD I started a few hours ago though.....Nah, maybe a longer time....Okay, I started today!........Nah, it's a new day now....I started hours ago, how bout that? Okay? Okay.
Anyway, hope you enjoy reading my first X Reader fanfic ^^ And if you did and want to read more, don't worry, I've already started with the second chapter
Also, sorry for making you blind here. But don't worry! I have a feeling that you will think a few parts will be adorable! 
I do not own Jack Frost or Rise Of The Guardians. It's copyrighted by DreamWorks I guess. The only thing I own is this fanfic!
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Anyway, hope you enjoy reading my first X Reader fanfic ^^ And if you did and want to read more, don't worry, I've already started with the second chapter
Also, sorry for making you blind here. But don't worry! I have a feeling that you will think a few parts will be adorable! I do not own Jack Frost or Rise Of The Guardians. It's copyrighted by DreamWorks I guess. The only thing I own is this fanfic!
Next chapter: fav.me/d5xcxo8
All chapters: stephaniescarlet.deviantart.co…
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Overall
Vision Originality Technique ImpactA very interesting and not-often-seen idea, having a blind reader. I love how it opens up more opportunities for sensory passages, letting the reader really get into what it feels like to be in the story. This opening is taken advantage of well in this chapter. I especially like how the lack of sound leads to the readers' character's mind wandering to horrid thoughts.
I am mildly confused though. In describing how the readers' eyes retained their original color for the most part, the beginning suggests that the reader was once able to see and somehow became blind. However, later on, it is made known that the reader was never able to see in the first place, so the eye color really shouldn't bee as vibrantly visible as described in the beginning (I think). I hope that this will be clarified in later chapters. I think it would be very interesting for the reader to have lost their sight in some accident, as suggested by the crutches, since it would open the door to possibly having them regain it?
There are some grammatical and minor spelling errors, the sentences not flowing at times and proper punctuation/capitalization foregone in others. But I know that not all errors can be avoided, and that sometimes it's just the style and technique of the author. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title=" (Smile)"/>Another thing has lead to my confusion. If the reader is blind, and has been since birth, how can they have a favorite color? To know what a color is? I personally would not have included the color inserts to maintain the idea that the reader is blind (despite the fact that they can obviously see since they are reading the chapter), relying more on other senses just like the reader has to. It is for these reasons and reasons aforementioned that I feel like not everything was thought entirely through. I'm sure that writing experience and due time will fix these ideas.
All in all, despite the errors and holes, I'm interested to see where the story will be taken, especially given that the reader seems to acknowledge the existence of Jack Frost but doesn't believe in him.