Title: Jack Frost x Reader: Don't Stop Believing
AN: This is my first Jack Frost insert, so I hope
I pulled it off nicely
You heard a small tap on your window and instantly your eyes shot open. There was a dark shadow outside your room, but you knew exactly who it was. You rushed over and silently opened the glass. "Jack, what are you doing here?" you shouted in a whisper. "If my father catches you--"
"So what?" he grinned, his brown eyes shimmering in the moonlight. "The snow's falling softly; I'll bet its the best time for a snowball fight!"
You sighed and shook your head. "Honestly, I don't know how you do it. You sneak out of your home almost every night to ask me to play with you. What would your mother say?" you scolded.
He didn't seem fazed at all. "Come on, I know
you want to come out with me!" He held his hand out to you. "I promise I'll have you back in a few hours."
It was so easy to cave when he gave you that lost-puppy look. You looked behind you at your closed door and reached for your coat. "Alright, but just this once," you warned him, taking his hand.
He chuckled and helped you out of your window. "You said that last time, and the time before that."
A slight blush appeared on your face. "S-so? Maybe I like breaking the rules every once in a while."
The two of you headed deep into the forest where the softest snow could be found. Jack was looking up at the moon, distracted by something. You took this chance and made a tight snowball. You threw your arm back and launched it in the air, hitting him perfectly in the back of the head. "Hey!" he exclaimed, turning around to find you already showing off another snowball. "Alright then, you asked for it!"
Snowballs started flying in the air back and forth, hitting trees and large boulders. Soon the little fight exploded into an all out war. If you weren't busy throwing snowballs you were definitely mass producing them, and if you weren't either making snowballs or throwing them, you were busy constructing your fort.
By the end of the night the two of you were exhausted and laughing together, laying down on the ground while looking up at the moon. "The moon is so big," you sighed contently. "Have you ever seen something more beautiful?"
Jack froze and turned his head to look at you. A slight blush appeared on his face. "Yeah," he whispered. "I'm looking at her."
Your face lit up brighter than the moon. "I-is that a declaration, Jack?"
He smiled sheepishly and looked straight into your eyes. "Kind of corny, but yeah. It is."
You stared at him for a while. Jack was known to be a bit of a clown. He loved having fun and pranking people was what he was best at. And now you were thinking you were his next victim. You frowned and crossed your arms. "I'm not falling for it," you said adamantly.
Jack looked confused. "Falling for what?" Then he grinned. "My charming good looks? Pearly white teeth? Gorgeous locks of brown epicness?" he chuckled, making himself an apotheosis.
You shot him a glare. "No, Jack, I'm not falling for one of your tricks." You stood and dusted the snow off yourself, making your way back to your home.
"Hey, where're you going?" he called after you. He stood and followed you, not bothering to dust himself off. He moved in front of you, cutting you off. You tried to swerve around him but he continued to block your path.
"Would you just grow up for a minute?" you half shrieked.
grown up!" he shot back. "I wouldn't say the things I say to you if I wasn't!"
"Oh yeah, and I'm to believe that the one who's life goal was to prank everyone in the world is being serious?" he snapped in a chilled tone.
"Maybe I am
serious this time!" he shouted. The two of you stood facing each other breathing heavily, your fierce eyes staring each other down. Finally, he relaxed. "Everything--everything
--I've ever told you... I mean it." His voice was down to a whisper now, and you could see the pleading look in his eyes. He reached out and laced his fingers through yours. "You may not like it, but I'm completely in love with you. And I'm not going to leave you alone until you agree to marry me."
Silence wrapped around the two of you. You could only see the delicately falling snowflakes around you, but they dared not go between you and the boy that stood in front of you. "I... You're serious..." you said in an understanding tone that could have easily been mistaken for a melancholy one.
But Jack knew better, and he flashed you a toothy grin. "I've never been more serious in my life."
"You've never been serious in your life," you giggled.
"Well, I am now." He took hold of both of your hands and raised it to his face, planting a warm kiss on your knuckles. "Will you marry me?"
You smiled wider than you ever thought was possible and tears streamed down your face, instantly freezing in the cold winter air. "Jack, I--"
You were immediately snapped back to reality. You had sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning in the freezing snow with a boy. And your father was standing right behind him, a fiery look on his face. "Father?" you squeaked, your voice barely louder than a whisper.
"Get back in the house, __________," your father growled. His voice was low and threatening and he was eying Jack with a killer's stare.
"Father, it's not what you think!" you cried, moving in front of Jack to defend him. "I was just--"
"I'm very sorry, sir," Jack interrupted you, pulling you back away. "I'm the one who took her out, and I apologize for being so irresponsible."
You looked up at Jack. His face was determined, not frightened at all. You felt your father tugging you fiercely by the arm and leading you back home. You didn't bother fighting the tears. You knew you were in trouble, but you didn't care. Your heart was fluttering and broken at the same time. Two complicated feelings wrapped in one.