Jack Frost X Reader (Part 2)

Its has been three days since Jack Frost visited you in your bedroom. You keep going through the conversations you had with him that night in your head.

A goofy smile spreads across your face. But that smile quickly disappeared as a cold chill, like a finger, ran up your spine. You jumped and gasped

What was that? You think.

You spun around to come face-to-face with a boy with icy blue eyes. You scream and fall into a snowbank.

“You were think about me? Weren’t you?” Jack said with a playful spark in eyes.

Catching your breath, you replied, “N-no.”

“Sure you weren’t,” Jack said. He held out his hand and helped you out of the snow. You feel your face go hot as he continued, “You ok?”

“Y-yeah,” You answered, “Thanks.”

Avoiding Jack’s eyes, you brush yourself off. Not wanting him to see the redness in your cheeks. When you do look up, you notice that he was staring at you, sorta lost in thought.

“What?” You ask in a nervous tone.

“Oh, um, n-nothing.” Jack said, with a light pink spread on his cheeks.

Then everything went silent. You both stood there, not knowing what to do next. Noises of people and cars passing by suddenly come back. You realize that people were staring. To them, you looked crazy.

You decide to break the silence, “S-so, um, wanna continue this at my house?”

“Sure, I’ll come by later though, ok?” Jack said slowly.

“Yeah sure.” You replied, relaxing a little.

“Well then, I guess I’ll see you later,” Jack quietly said.

“Yeah.” You shoved your hands in your pockets.

With that, Jack flew away.

Hours past and you were home. Everyone was in bed but you. Instead, you have been sitting at your window, waiting patiently for Jack.

You glance at your clock. It was 1:43am. You let out a sigh.

You have to face it, you think, he’s not coming.

You stand up and slowly start to walk to your bed. Tiredness started to take over your body. You collapsed you on your bed in defeat. Your head started to swirl with thoughts making you dizzy. The air around you started to get hotter.

“It’s going to be a rough night.” You whisper to yourself before sleep takes over.

When you wake up again, it was 3:03am. The air felt cold and crisp. You turn over with a moan and search for your blankets with your hand. Having your hand disappoint you by not finding anything, you open your (eye c) eyes and looked around. Then you see him.

“Jack?” You asked sleepily.

“Yeah, its me,” Jack said, sitting cross legged on the foot of your bed, “Sorry I’m late.”

Having a heavy head, you struggle to sit up. Jack slid beside you and placed a cold hand on your back and helps you sit up.

“Thanks.” You mumble, rubbing your hand on your forehead.

“Are you ok?” Jack asked with a concerned look on his face.

“I’m just hot.” You say.

Jack cautiously wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him. Coldness struck your body. Jack reached over and grabbed the blanket, before it cold fall off the bed, and pulled it over you. You felt him relax as he leaned against your wall. Cautiously, you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“How do you feel now?” Jack whispered.

You smelled mint on his breath as you sigh, “Better.”