Jack FrostxReader: It's Only a Nightmare
You knew who it was the moment you realized how abnormally cold it was in your room.
Lazily, you opened your eyes, still half asleep. It was dark out, but moonlight pouring in through your window allowed a bit of visibility. The figure was kneeling on the floor next to your bed, waiting for you to wake up. You turned you head to look at your clock. The numbers beamed 4:16 in a painful red.
You inhaled deeply and sat up, drowsiness urging you to fall back asleep. “Jack…” you yawned, rubbing your eyes awake. “What’s up? It’s friggn’ 4 am…” You found it unusual that Jack would visit you now of all times. You got to see him and the other Guardians a lot more often since North had given you a special snowglobe that allowed you to warp to other places; but it was strange that Jack came to see you - instead of the other way around – in the middle of July.
You blinked a few times, finally awake, and repeated the question. “Jac