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Magic!Bullied!Reader x Magic!Dave || Winter Days || Let it Go

[Pssst! Your power is based on the one Elsa has in the movie Frozen. You have the ability to basically do anything with ice and snow etc. Aw yeha]

Don't let them in

Don't let them see

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Winter was your favorite holiday, where all the snow surrounded people. The cold didn't really bother you, considering your whole life you grew up living in it.

You couldn't quite control what was happening to you, though. You would occasionally touch a pencil, and it would have frost growing onto it already, making you wear (f/c) gloves to school.

Now, some assholes decided that what you have was a play toy. This thing you couldn't get rid of. One of the bitchiest girls in the school had seen you making a medium sized snowflake during off campus lunch, and the next day, the whole school suddenly knew about what this 'Ice Girl'. Constantly facing the people at school who demanded that you show them what you could do, you eventually broke down when someone said,

"Make me a Snow Cone, Ice Bitch!" Now they were just straight out insulting you like no tomorrow. Holding you by your (h/c) hair against the lockers was now a daily occurrence.

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"_______, what's the answer to number 13?"

"Six." Your answer is bland, and cold like ice. The pencil you were twirling in between your fingers was already frosting, as people snickered at you, making you lay your head down in your arms. The person sitting next to you in the back, is Dave Strider. You've known him for quite a while, passing notes back and forth in class with him, him not caring if the paper had a small frost on it. The paper always was returned being nice and defrosted, for some reason.

He glances over at you, trying to look you in your ice blue cold eyes, but to no avail. "You okay bro?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"No, I have a fucking headache from all these dipshits."

"Don't listen to them, ________," he said. Probably the nicest thing he's ever said to you today, making you peek out from the hidden cavern of your arms. "It's unironic as hell, what they're doing."

Oh.

You sigh, and you pull your (f/c) hoodie over your head, pulling your gloves on as well. Couldn't have you freezing anything else up today. Or someone.

As you continued to not fucking pay attention to class, you waited, looking at the clock, tapping your foot impatiently waiting for class to just

fucking

end.

You needed out of this place full of assholes. Maybe get some good old fashion Dunkin Donuts and walk home. Yeah. YEAH.

Fuck these guys.

Lost in your own little world, you were woken up from your thoughts by someone shaking your shoulder.

"What the fuck do you want?" You snap, looking up from your notebook. It was Dave.

You can just feel him rolling his eyes behind his oh so famous shades he wears. The ones that make girls swoon.

"The bell rang, dumbass."

Oh. You look around, and find that the whole class except you and him have left. Smiling, you stand up, removing your hood. You let your (h/c) (h/l) (h/s) hair fall down your back with grace, and you laugh. Your hair had bright white highlights in it.

Never has anyone seen you like this. Not even Dave, who has his arms crossed over his chest, his coat already on. Considering he never stayed after school, let alone to stay with you.

"Thank god. They're gone..." You mutter, doing a twirl happily. A little swirl of snow and large snowflakes come out of your right hand, and it floats to the ground. "THE FUCKASSES ARE GONE!" You cry aloud, and grab your bag happily.

"_____, are you okay? You never even use your powers in school." Dave says.

Oh. He's still here.

Narrowing your cold eyes, you say, "Are you going to make fun of me too? Because I have my own share of that during school hours, Strider."

"I think it's fucking beautiful, _____. Jesus fucking christ let me finish sometimes."

You back away, startled. No one had ever told you that before. "Whatever Strider. I gotta go home. Go hit on some other girl who can't make snow cones with her bare hands." Using the line Sollux Captor had previously used on you a while ago.

"Striders do what they want, _______." He walks next to you as you begin to pull off your gloves, shoving them in your pocket. As you reach for the door handle, you pull back, not wanting it to frost over. "Why aren't you opening the door?" He asks, confused.

Why is he mocking you? He's a Strider for fuck's sake! "Okay, you really want to know why? Here's fucking why!" You say out of annoyance, grabbing the handle, and jerking it down hard, it frosting on contact immediately when your icy touch makes contact. It breaks off almost instantly after, it being frozen and all. You throw it down on the classroom floor, and push open the door.

"_______." Your pace quickens everytime he tries to get your attention.

"Fuck off, Strider. You're just like the rest of them! You got your show, what else could you want?" You felt tears forming at your cheeks. Of course he just wanted to see. A show. Entertainment. That's all you were. Everybody wanted a show, how was Strider supposed to be any different?

Oh yeah. Because he was actually nice to you. Treated you like a person. Except for now. Behind that facade, he was like everyone else.

You could hear the cool kid's steps behind you as he touched your shoulder, and you whipped your hand out, snowflakes and spikes aimed towards him. You never wanted to hurt him, but you couldn't exactly control your powers, which is why you wore your gloves all the time.

Crying out, you closed your eyes hard, expecting it to pierce him in the face. But it didn't.

Peeking from behind your lids, you saw him holding his hand out, and your ice was melting. He had fucking fire in his hands.

Fucking.

Fire.

"I told you to wait, ______." He sighed, stepping over the icicles that shot out of the ground, stepping closer to you, and with every frosty step you took, he melted it with every warm step he took. "At least I know how to control my powers." His voice was blunt and monotone.

But he was right. At least he did.

"I-I didn't know... I'm r-really sorry, Dave."

"That's the first time you called me by my first name." He walks up to you, pulling you into an embrace, as your tears fall down your cheek. Someone was like you. Someone understood you. His body was very warm, although you could tell he could be much warmer if he wanted to.

"Why didn't you tell anybody?"

"I'm a coward, _____. Unlike you. You're one of the bravest and fucking amazing girls I have ever met."

At this point, your tears are falling down your cheeks at a rate faster than a blizzard. You grip his waist tightly, as he pulls away, wiping your tears away.

"Don't cry. It's not befitting," he says, and you can see his deep scarlet red eyes through his shades.

You nod, as you grab his hand, and he does yours. His hand is burning hot, and yours is icy cold, as you two exit the school.

You'll never see me cry

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"______, what is that?" Dave peers over your shoulder, your hand still in his. You were about halfway to your house, but you decided to stop off at a Dunkin Donuts as you had thought of at last period. You hold the hot drink, staring into the white cover. Thank goodness you were wearing your gloves, or else you would have frozen the drink itself.

"Apple Cider."

"Let me have some."

"Nope." You smile as you two exit out of the DD, and he sighs with annoyance. "This gold is mine, no!" You say, as he tries to grab it from your grasp.

As you begin running on the side streets, you whip little snippets of whirling snow at him, which he easily melts or avoids, making you laugh, as you arrive near your house, he sprints up to you, an arm snaking around your waist.

"Just let it go." He says, as he kisses you full on the cold lips, and you smile, smashing yours into his fierce hot ones.