READER IMAGINES [1]

Jack Frost x Reader

You turn on your heel and make your way back to the front door, until you can hear rustling from the trees away from the cottage. Turning around, you look out to where the noise came from, but see nothing. Thinking that it was probably just a fox, you place your hand on the door handle when suddenly it happens.

Someone giggles.

You turn around again, but are met with what has always been there: trees. The strange thing is the giggle sounded like it came from the trees. You wait a while and then shake the feeling off, quickly walking inside.

Jack Frost is giving you the creeps.

***

The second time you met Jack Frost, he just wanted to have some fun. It definitely didn't seem fun to you, but he always thought it was.

You were walking back home after school with your beanie down low and hugging your books close to your chest. It's so cold out today, so you're trying to get home as quickly as possible.

Quick didn't seem to be a good idea, however, as the next thing you knew you were sliding down the footpath. Your feet skid down the ice and then you're tumbling; books juggling themselves in your hands.

Your butt hits the ground first and then the rest of you falls. You grunt at the pain and can feel the ice damping your pants. With a sigh you try to stand up, but the ice is too slippery to balance on. A gust of wind blows past and one of your books flies out of your hands.

You swing your feet off the side of the footpath, onto the road, and stand up. Then you start running after your book; dodging cars and children with sleds in their hands. How is the wind carrying the book? Then suddenly, you hit something.

Or rather, someone.

"Ow," He grunts.

"Oh, sorry!" You bend down to grab the books that fell from your hands, "I didn't see you. I was trying to catch my book."

"Catch your book?"

"Yeah, it blew away in the wind."

You haven't even looked at this guy once, but you can tell he's giving you a strange face. In the distance you hear a car screech and then a horn. You look past the male in front of you, still crouching on the ground, to see that your blown-away book has hit the windshield of a car on the road.

You don't even excuse yourself, just get up and run over to the vehicle. You pry the book off the windshield and expect to find creases in the pages later.

"What the heck?" Shouts the driver.

"Sorry, it blew away in the wind."

"Yeah, right. You threw the book at my car!"

"No, of course not."

"Teenagers."

The angry driver rolls the window up and speeds off down the road. You sigh as you straighten the pages out and then close the book.

When you get home you tell your parents about why you're late. Your father laughs and your mother just smiles. You go up to your bedroom and shake your beanie off, along with your coat and boots.

You place your books on your desk by the window and then drop onto your bed with a huff. Today was tiring, no thanks to the wind. When you get called downstairs you sit for dinner and then after helping to wash the dishes you're back in your room sitting at your desk.

Some of the pages in a few of your books were crinkled. Especially the one that hit the car. You try to straighten them out with your palm and then read from one of them. Unfortunately it's not a fictitious book, it's homework. Not only that, but it's the library's. Can you imagine what would have happened if the books got wrecked?