Avengers x Reader: Christmas CheerMore Like This
Avengers x Reader: Christmas Cheer
It was mid-afternoon on Christmas Eve, and you had made up your mind. There was nothing for it. Sure it was one of the most dangerous things you’d ever even thought about doing, but you couldn’t back down now. The objective might even take your life, but it had to be done. There was no turning back. . .but you most definitely couldn't do this on your own.
With a deft hand you brought your phone out of your pocket and quickly tapped out a text message, then you sent it to the designated contact. For a moment you waited- knowing that the information in the text would garner instant results- and felt a grim smile grow on your lips when your phone started to buzz several seconds later. With a flick of your pointer finger you answered the call and lifted it to your ear, expectant of what was to come.
“Hey, Phil. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.”
Collection: That Place We All Go ToMore Like This
That Place we all go to though we don’t know the way
Almost half of our lives we spend in a state of being that ranges from a near comatose blackout to a surreal quasi–consciousness we accept as a visit to a non–reality. For some of us, bedtime is a welcome drifting off to a much needed rest. For some of us, it’s a miserable battle with the nightly brain gremlins that harass us into hours of exhausting wakefulness. Some of us “don’t dream.” Some of us enjoy our dreams. Some of us are terrorized more nights than not by hideous nightmares. “Beds” are different countries for each of us, with no