Jack Frost X Reader

You hate snow. It was freezing. Pointless, really. Yeah, sure, people liked playing in it. But all they really got from it was a cold. That, and "happy memories." But nobody really cared about memories in the end. Not here anyways. And they definitely didn't care about me, you think.

You're an orphan, but you've never really thought much about it. Yeah, you were curious as to what your parents were like. But you've obviously been much better without them, since the woman who ran the orphanage had found you with bruises and scratches all over your body. You were only a few months old, dumped on the steps of the run-down orphanage building.

People were so fake, and you hated it. You just ended up pushing people away. It was better this way, you reason, trudging in the snow. You hated people pitying you, or making fun of you – just because of a decision your parents made. You had no choice in the matter. It was stupid of people to judge you based on that. Parents don't change who you are, you conclude.

Besides, you're old enough to take care of yourself now. You're sixteen; you're too old for the orphanage. All they could do was let you stay there, until you found a reasonable home.

It's just an apartment. Nothing permanent. But, you can afford it. And that alone makes you happy.

The landlady's nice too, though, she doesn't chat much. She knows you like to keep to yourself, so she never pushes for more than a simple "hello" and "how are you?" She always makes you tea when you need it though. She was the only person who cared – truly cared.

You grunted, tripping on some snow. You kicked it up, and continued trudging through it.

You hate snow.

There's a big crowd of people over by a store's entrance.

"What th-" You had tried to state, but some girls interrupted, squealing beside you.

"Oh my gosh! He is soooo dreamy. I don't know half of the stuff he says, but gosh, he says them so cutely!" The girl wearing a skirt said. She had a woven beach bag hanging from her arm. You thought it was strange for someone to be carrying a beach bag in the middle of winter, but you shrugged it off. Not something too concerning.

"I know right! I wonder if he'd say yes if I asked him out…" The girl wearing jeans said, her cheeks red. She had a hat on and a T-shirt that had some fandom on it that you didn't recognize.

Beach Bag and Red Cheeks's conversation was making your brain hurt, and you figured the attention-holder in the middle of the crowd was just a boy anyway, so you moved on.

"H-hey wait!" You looked back. It's Red Cheeks.

"Y-you dropped this!" She handed you a wallet.

You raised an eyebrow, but realized it's yours. "Oh, thanks." You mumbled, turning and walking away again.

After you were sure she wasn't watching you anymore your walk turned into a bolting run.

You don't really like people. You're a big introvert. Most people think that introverts are rude, ignoring friendly people, but you know better. Most introverts are just shy with people they've met only a couple of times, and are perfectly excited and rambling quite a bit with their close friends and family. Other introverts are not very social. At all. Some want to, but they don't really know how. Others don't want to, and they're perfectly happy being shut out of cliques and ignored. You are one of them.

After all, you're used to it. People never care, especially the hopeful parents who originally wanted to adopt you. You scoffed, just thinking about it. It was so plain to see; they hated you since the moment you came out. They wanted a girl, and a superbly girly one at that.

However, unlike their desperate hopes, you grew up with only a few older boys in the orphanage. More girls came eventually, but by then, you had grown accustomed with boys and ignored the girls. Any possible "girly-ness" was immediately snuffed out, with all the boys' pranks and frantic habits.

But now they're all married, and probably don't even remember you, you reasoned, continuing to walk away.

"Ugh, why is he going to her? She doesn't care about anyone!"

"I know!"

"A cute guy like him deserves a girl… nicer…"

"And prettier…"

"And not socially awkward." Laughs echoed.

The insults had cut into your heart. But you ignored it, letting the metaphorical scabs form.

"Hey! Wait up!" This wasn't a gossiping girl's voice, but a boy's.

You had no interest, whatsoever to give more fuel to the girls' fires, nor in him, so naturally, you ignored him, and continued to walk away. You didn't have time for this. No. Time.

The boy grabbed your wrist. Piercing coldness sprinted through your nervous system.

"Oh, geez! Do you soak your hands in ice water?!" Your temper immediately shot off, as you turned sharply to face him, rubbing the numbness away from your wrist.

The boy had white hair, and was wearing a blue hoodie, navy blue jeans, and – oh geez – sandals. Brown sandals. His feet looked even paler than his face, poor things.

The boy looked taken back, but he pressed on. "Uh – can I just hang out with-"

"No." No time. You looked at your watch, sighing. The grocery store was going to close soon if you didn't hurry…

"Please – " He looked desperately at the coming-closer mob of girls. "These girls won't leave me alone! I don't know what to do – "

"Then you better hope your growth spurt stops soon!" You grunted, walking away.

You heard the trudging snow behind you.

Is he a stalker now? You thought. Is he really that scared of some girls crushing on him that he wants to stalk another one? Wow, he's desperate. You thought, eyeing him as he pretended being interested in a newspaper stand.

You might as well at least act like you gave him permission to follow you, you sighed.

You walked up to the stand, giving the man some money. While the seller was preoccupied looking for an old issue you "wanted", you muttered, "Fine. You can come. But don't cause trouble, and if the girls continue following you, following me, then stop. K?"

The boy nodded, eyeing you. "I just need to find my friends; then I'll be on my way…" The boy said. "I'm Jack, by the way."

"Cool." I didn't want to know his name. That meant he wanted to know mine, so I gave him a short response, so he'd hopefully drop it.

"Hah. You have no idea how punny that actually was…" He muttered. You glared at him in response. Punny? You thought. Oh well. At least he's forgotten it.

"Uhm… your name?" Crap. You thought.

"Don't have one."

"Ah. The hard-to-get type."

"Nope. Just the want-to-slug-you type."

"Pfft." He scoffed. "You couldn't even if you tried."

"Mm. If I didn't want to stay out of trouble, I'd prove it." You said simply.

"Mmm-hm… All I'm hearing is excuses, excuses, and more excuses." He said, putting the stick he'd been carrying, on his shoulders. He almost looked like an old woman, using a stick to carry two jugs of water. You wished he was, because then he wouldn't be walking with you, and you wouldn't be having to worry about more back-stabbing gossip about how you "must" have enchanted this "Jack" guy to fall in love with you. You rolled your eyes, just thinking about all of the possible desperate-for-trouble rumors that could pop up. Your anger rose when you thought of people actually believing the stupid lies.

Your feet stopped before the store. It was closed. You sighed, annoyed, picking up some snow and throwing it at the sign.

Jack smirked, leaning against his staff. "Aw, what's the matter?"

He seemed to get a lot more joy out of people's pain, now. He didn't seem to be the shy, helpless-against-girls wimp you originally thought he was.

"Oh nothing- just that you made me late, and now the store is closed." You kicked up snow, frustrated. You wanted to make a birthday cake for Mrs. Hudson, but forgot to get eggs. Eggs. What kind of idiot does that? One that thought she already had some… You answered yourself, completely ticked off.

You placed your hands in your pockets, and started walking away, leaving the white-haired, almost barefoot boy playing with some snow on the ground.

He realized you were walking away, and caught up – much to your disappointment.

You apparently groaned in response, because he said, "Aw! Just admit it! You like havin' me around!"

You almost broke out laughing, but managed to stifle it. You ignored him, so he'd hopefully drop the subject, and your temper wouldn't rise out of proportion.

He really annoyed you. Why was he stringing along with you anyways? You hardly knew the guy. Then you remembered.

"Hm. Looks like your little fan girls gave up on you." You gestured to the empty sidewalk behind you. "See ya!" You started walking faster.

He caught up, saying "Nah. They just can't see me."

You stopped suddenly, glancing at him. "What?"

"They can't see me. I'm not in my human form anymore."

"Oooooh." You laughed awkardly. But inwardly, that was not the case. Crap. He's crazy. You thought. How close is the police station? Or any public place for that matter? Okay. I just kick him in the shins and run. Simple. Crap. I left my phone at my apartment. No matter. I'm sure I can out-run him. I'll be fine. You tried to assure yourself. Okay. Just. Change the subject!

"So. Uhm… Where are your friends?"

"One's looking for a toy, one's at a dentist checkup, one's looking to buy a sleeping mattress, and my fourth… friend… is looking for some paint." You guessed he didn't normally consider the paint-lover a friend.

"Interesting bunch."

He laughed, lifting his hand to cover his mouth. "Yeah, actually."

You smirked at him, rolling your eyes. You continued walking beside him, hands behind your back, and your tote bag's strap pinched a little with each step you took.

You hadn't spoken much, too scared to rush him into talking about how he wasn't human, or how other humans couldn't see him. You knew you were human, and you could see him. So, that conversation was completely ridiculous. You just wanted to get away as soon as possible – without him knowing and running after you.

"Ah! Here's the toy store!" The door dinged, and he held the door out for you. You hesitated, not really wanting to go inside, but hopefully you could just ditch them once he found his friend.

"Hey North!"

What kind of name is that? You thought.

"Why, hello Jack!" The big, broad-shouldered man in a red coat, with a full beard squeezed him tightly. This North guy didn't even notice you, which was quite to your satisfaction. You fell behind, and slowly inched your way to the door, slowly opened it, being thankful it was too slow for the bell to ring, slipped outside, and then ran. You ran fast, stumbling on the unhelpful, useless snow, which appeared to actually want to slow you down.

It stuffed itself in your shoes, clinged onto your pants, and made it near-impossible to run. You didn't care; you were far enough from the toy store, where "Jack" and "North" wouldn't be able to see you. Then North can deal with all of Jack's hallucinations of him not being human, and all that other junk.

"Hm. Where is this girlfriend?" The loud Russian said.

Oh great. I can hear him, that means they're not in the store anymore… And wait. GIRLFRIEND?!

Whatever. Doesn't matter. Just gotta get home, and forget about this Jack.

"Hey!"

Too late, you thought, freezing in mid-tracks.

You squeezed your eyes shut, turning slowly.

You glanced around, shrugging, and tried to scurry off again.

The snow hates you. It is very difficult to run in it.

"Hey!" The boy grabbed your wrist again, but quickly released it.

The sudden let-go, made you tumble into a snow drift. Brushing off snow, you mumbled, "Geez.. I hate snow.."

You picked yourself up, looking around. "Where-?"

"Look up." Jack laughed. You look up, and he's grinning down at you like an idiot.

You gasped. "Y-you're flying!"

"Yep!"

You stared blankly at him, then walked silently away, choosing to not believe were probably just imagining him. You dodged the people, as far away as you could.

He drifted down to the sidewalk.

"You don't really like me very much, do you?"

"No, it's not that. You probably don't even exist. And if you do, then you clearly have some… mental… problems. Both aren't good."

I continued moving past the crowds, avoiding eye contact with the moving people.

"I don't have mental problems! And I DO exist!"

His excitement made him start flying.

"Oh yeah. Of course you do. Because normal, EXISTING humans fly to their heart's content." I ducked under him, and continued walking.

Jack sighed, continuing to follow me. "You don't really like people in general do you?"

"No, I'm simply introverted."