Literature
Jack Frost X Reader - Heat
You loved summer. You just loved heat in general, as you had grown up in Greece before you had become the guardian of Imagination. You loved the warm winds, the rainstorms, the sent of flowers, everything.
Your boyfriend, however, hated it, being Jack Frost and all.
“You have got to be the most pitiful person on the planet.” You glanced over at him when another groan escaped, pulling you from your reading for the hundredth time. Jack said nothing, only giving you a grunt.
He was lying face down on the couch (the two of you had been staying at Tooth’s place until you could find a place of your own), arm dangling off the ed