.: Reader x Ice Trickster!Dave: Cold As Ice :.

'Dear Diary,

IT'S HOT AS HECKY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND I'M BORED!!

P.S: I realize that it's July 4th and that I should go outside to be all 'yay america!' but I just never get into it! Sorry!

XOXO, ____'

The ring-a-ding-ding of an ice cream truck echoed through your ears and you smiled, closing your diary/journal, whatever you call it, and you rolled off your bed. 

You'd been waiting for a while, so you grabbed a dollar off your dresser and ran down the stairs.

Your parents weren't home, they had to work late Summer shifts (despite the fact that not everybody works on July 4th), so you were fine.

The ice cream truck came by once a week, and you had wanted to save the money for today.

As you approached the truck, you saw a guy out of the corner of your eye who looked depressed and blue.

Mostly blue.

In the heat of the weather, his breath came out in puffs of ice clouds. There were icicles coming off of his shades, which you couldn't see through. There was a large coat of frost atop of his beautiful light blue hair, and there was also a...pink ice cream cone on his head too. His skin was a light cerulean color, but it all seemed not to bother him. His cheeks were pink, and he was shivering horribly as he reached out and got an ice cream cone, licking it somewhat peacefully despite how the site of him sent shivers down your spine. 

You noted that he was wearing an interesting hoodie and cape, and as he leaned against a light post to enjoy his ice cream, a Moo Bar specifically, you had to do a double take. His shades slipped down his nose for a moment, and his eyes, oh his eyes, were the most beautiful shade of blue your own eyes had ever seen!

He must have noticed you, because he quickly pushed the shades up and pulled the hoodie over his hair, but not enough to cover the odd ice cream adorned to it. 

You payed for a simple vanilla ice cream cone and licked it, but you couldn't stop looking over at the guy. He was so oddly attractive, and you just had to know him. So you finished your ice cream and snapped off a bit of the cone, nibbling it and walking over to the guy nervously.

"Hi there." you nodded, smiling lightly.

He said nothing but he nodded back at you, licking his Moo Bar again.

"I'm ___." you said, swaying back and forth on your feet to make idle conversation.

"Dave." he responded.

"Dave." you echoed, "Nice name! I-Is it okay if I talk to you? I mean, you look kinda lonely but if you don't want to be talking to me I can-"

"It's f-f-f-fine."

Oh gosh, when he stuttered it was so cute!

"So, why are you so...blue?"

"I'm c-c-cold. A little used to it, b-b-but not by much..."

"Awh." you bit your lip, hugging him instinctively, and you immediately felt colder than you ever have in your entire life. You let out a stunned gasp and whined, falling to the ground and crushing the cone you had in your hand. No wonder the guy was lonely! Nobody could hug him!

Dave frowned rather than keeping his deadpan expression and awkwardly helped you up, making you cold again in the process, but it's the thought that counts, right?

"S-s-sorry, ___. I sh-should have w-warned you."

"It's fine!" you blushed, rubbing your arm sheepishly. "I kinda should have expected that!"

"Yeah..." he mumbled, and a literal tear in the shape of a small icicle fell down from his eyes.

"OH NO-" you yelped, grabbing his hands. "Don't cry! It's fine! I wanna be your friend! We can be best friends! We can go to the beach to warm you up and--"

"BEACHES TO ME ARE LIKE PUTTING SALT ON A GODAMNED SLUG!" he yelled, crying more. "I WOULD MELT!"

"OKAY NO BEACH FOR YOU- What do you like, what do you need? C'mon Dave, tell me!"

"Ice cream." he breathed, whimpering still. "Ice cream and sherbet and ice c-cubes and soda and...well, cold st-stuff." he shook his head now, looking at you worriedly as some of the frost on his head evaporated into steam. His hands became a bit warmed, and he stood up. "I'm a fuck up. Know what I'm s-s-supposed to be? Trickster. Hyperactive, b-bouncing around, giggly, happy. But no. I'm g-g-g-g-goddamned Jack Frost the Second, and I am the opposite of happy. MY BLOOD IS LITERALLY CHERRY SLUSHEE AND ALL I CAN SEE IN THE FUTURE IS UNENDING PAIN, LIVING IN A F-FROSTLAND!" The frost was evaporating so quickly, and the ice that was on him was melting. 

The ice cream on his head was gone. 

Merely a cone was left.

When he gets mad, he gets hot.

When he gets hot...he melts.

"DAVE!" you yelled, beginning to cry as he fell to the ground, his shades falling off. 

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'Dear Diary,

There's literally a boy who's blood is cherry slushee in my bathtub. I filled it full of ice. Mom and dad don't mind. 

His name is Dave. He says he's a trickster and that he's supposed to be hyper, but he's really depressed because of his ice state.

He hasn't woken up yet, he's been knocked out since about 2 in the afternoon yesterday, and it's already noon today.

I'm gonna go check up on him again. See ya!

P.S: He's REAAAAAAALLY cute! And, not trying to be silly, but he's cool too!'

"Dave?" you opened the door to the bathroom, looking at the trickster. His head was resting on his shoulder, and he was snoring lightly. Still conscious, thank goodness. The majority of the ice melted, so you went downstairs to get another bag from the freezer. As you carried it upstairs, you heard some frantic whining.

"What the fuck- Where am I?? What..."

"DAVE!" you ran up the stairs, smiling as you went back in the bathroom, accidentally tearing the bag of ice open as it exploded everywhere, pelting you and him as small 'splish!'es fell into the water. "Oh my god, you're okay! I was so worried! L-look, I put you in ice to help the heat!"

"So I n-noticed." he smiled weakly, looking around. His eyes were light blue, not fully the color you saw first. "Where are my sh-shades?"

"In the freezer. Your clothes are in the washer, by the way."

Dave blinked, instinctively looking into the water. "Oh. Hey, ___, thanks. I'm sorry, I j-just went off yesterday. I hate myself so much..."

  

"Don't! Look, my parents said you can live with us! If that isn't cool than-"

"Did you just-"

"Did I just what?"

"Say 'cool' in a sentence d-directed at me?"

"..." you laughed so hard, not even realizing the bad pun that slipped out of your mouth.

Dave smiled too, and he laughed with you.

His laugh was so adorable and he himself was adorable, you really felt connected to him, though you hadn't even known the boy for over a day!

"Dave?" you asked after a moment of silence.

"Yeah _-___?"

"I may kinda like you a lot-"

"You wh-wh-wh-what?"

"Likeyoualot-"

"R-really?"

"Yes."

"Well then."

You bit your lip, shaking your head. "It's fine if you don't like me back, you know."

"I never said I d-didn't."

"Pardon?"

"I like you t-t-t-t-too."

"..." The smile on your face grew even bigger and if Dave weren't butt naked in ice water, you would have pounced on him.

But he was butt naked and in ice water, so that wasn't gonna happen any time soon.

"I can get some ice cream and your clothes. We can watch some stupid movies about winter." you suggested, smiling softly.

"You'd do that dumb shit for me?" Dave quirked an eyebrow, the color fully restored to his eyes as well as the ice cream, fully reformed.

"Of course!"

"Alright then. Get the c-c-clothes."

"You look really cool in them, by the way." you smirked, quickly running away as you heard Dave groan in frustration.

Oh yeah, he's ice cold, but his heart is warm!