ROTG Fanfic: Jack Frost X ReaderYou first met him at the hospital during the night, when you had the window open in anticipation of the coming spring night air. None of the other children in the paediatric wing were still awake, and you had to make sure the nurse wasn’t around so she wouldn’t tell you off for opening the window in such cold weather. Your body had always been weak, which was why you were in hospital again, but you just couldn’t wait for spring. It was never fun in winter anyway. It never snowed. The children were never allowed to go out because it was too cold. You pouted at the chilly night sky, looking at the shining stars that were so brROTG Fanfic: Jack Frost X Reader by ~SmilingChippy
Jack Frost x Reader : Popsicle--Jack Frost x Reader : Popsicle by ~Alice-Of-Yaoi-Land
(name) Sat in her room waiting. She had just changed into her comfiest pajamas, and now she was waiting for her friend to show up at her window. Jack frost. She couldn't wait to carry out her plans. Soon enough, it frosted over.
"Jack!" She shouted, and then she let him in. The guardian had known (name) for a while now, since she was about 13. As she became older, though, Jack had realized how beautiful she had become. She had shot up to a healthy height, and her (eye color) eyes had matured. 'Other parts of her have grown as well.' He thought, a blush quickly coming to his pale face. To cover this up, Jack wrapped her in a frosty h
7 Minutes in Heaven Jack Frost x Reader (M or F)Rated: PG-137 Minutes in Heaven Jack Frost x Reader (M or F) by ~darkershadow348
Setting: Jamie's House Party
You lean against a wall and sip the mystery punch from your cup, grimacing at the taste. Knowing your friends, they probably spiked it with five different types of alcohol. That’s probably why the color is off… Hawaiian punch isn’t supposed to be brown…
You suddenly hear your name being called from across the room, and you turn to see whose voice it is. Jamie comes stumbling over while holding a beer in his hand. He sways a little which tells you that that beer probably isn’t his first. Before you can weasel away, he wraps an arm around your shoulders