#I would’ve liked to render this out more but I’m stuck on this bus for the next 2 hours and I’m NOT shading on a moving bus

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All I want for Christmas is someone who would dissect a corpse for me on command

#my art #micolash host of the nightmare #laurence the first vicar #micolaurence #happy holidays everybody #I would’ve liked to render this out more but I’m stuck on this bus for the next 2 hours and I’m NOT shading on a moving bus #I hate the chains on the choir garb with a fiery passion #MERRY CRISIS #bloodborne #bloodborne fanart

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Set The Night Alight | pjm

Set The Night Alight

— Shining through the city with a little funk and soul, Park Jimin sets your night alight.

Word Count: 2,159 Contents: flUFF, a pinch of AnGST, having fun, y/n be stressin’ but still hustlin’, jimin be sweet af uwu, mention of Hobi, Yoongs, n Kookie, non-idol au, best friends to lovers! au Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

A/N: I planned on posting earlier but uhm... I didn’t eheh This one is heavily inspired by Dynamite! My sister got a great screenshot of Jimin so I made used it for an edit and write this little blurb skskksksks Hope you enjoyed!

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A grimace resurfaced on your face for the umpteenth time as you swerve away from yet another couple eating each other’s face before your very eyes. A frustrated huff left your lips at the inconvenience adding to the ever-growing misfortune you’ve had for the night. Just to your left earlier you had witnessed a crummy-looking drunk getting slapped by a woman for grinding on another girl.

You fled to a less distasteful area of the club, all by your lonesome. This has got to be the worst night out you’ve ever been to—and at the worst day of your life to date, too!

After waking up with nerves raging over test results in anticipation, you forced yourself to be ignorant of the looming sense of disaster you’ve felt since the night before. You wanted to start the day with a positive mental attitude—try to, at the very least. However, you were further tested.

When you arrived late to class after missing the bus, the professor looked at you with a disappointed stare that could rival that of your overbearing parents’. It was then announced to the class the news that you’ve been waiting for since you woke up. As it had turned out, you did fail the test. You didn’t cry, of course—even though part of you wanted to—but it definitely took a toll on you.  

For the rest of the day, anyone who would’ve laid eyes on you could sense the despair lingering in your aura. Your body sagged at the figurative weight you carried on you, as though you were Atlas holding the world on your very back. Your (e/c) eyes blinked as slowly as you responded to the world around you—your mind stuck in a haze that dipped your heart into more emotional baggage.  

Work came after class, as you, of course, had to support yourself for the goals and dreams you had in life. Alas, even the haven you found in the small diner was short-lived. Your ex-boyfriend enters the premises with his monthly new plaything, effectively souring your mood even more. Being the bastard that he is, he reveled at the contrast of your lives and though you didn’t bother to care about aspects, his general presence still irked you.  

“I thought I told you to get rid of that frown, hm?”

Pulled out of your stupor, you lightly jumped with a gasp as you were rendered startled and alarmed by the unannounced presence, until you realized that it was only Park Jimin—resident wild child, fellow diner worker, and best friend of six years. He had the audacity to giggle at your despair, while you recover from the slight scare with a hint of relief.

Your eyebrows furrowed with yet another frown. "I thought I told not to sneak up on me like that, hm?" You snippily countered, landing a smack on his arm to which he let out a yelp at.  

Still, Jimin grins brightly, a little woozy and clearly enjoying himself—a stark contrast to your still sober and still fuming state. He had two glasses of soju with him, setting them down before the two of you and leaning against the tall table on his elbows. "Come on, (Y/N). The night is young. We're young," he urges you, "You should really learn to loosen up."

If you had a dollar for every single time he's told you this phrase, you would have enough money to not be such a sour puss. It's not like you didn't have conception of fun. You, too, can be wild, go party, and dance the night away—albeit not as stunningly as your best friend—but with the fire in you that you're desperately trying to keep alive to spite the world, you found it difficult to easily do so.

Agitated, you ran your hands through the (h/c) hair that you've barely even brushed throughout the day. "A man almost vomited on me while I was out there," you cursed, not really at him, but it still stung nonetheless. You bring the bottle to your lips, wincing a bit at the taste but still gulping. Jimin does the same.

After a moment, you break the silence, fiddling with your fingers. You knew the irritable state you were in wasn’t easy on Jimin—or anyone else really. "I'm sorry, Chim," you sigh, "but you know I really can't be in the mood right now. We should’ve stuck with binging night."

Something about standing in the local pub right now made you feel out of place. Though you know you shouldn't be, you were irking to get going and do something else—something productive. Not that you would’ve been that productive with binging night, but at the very least you would’ve caught up on your current favorite series. Then, you would’ve had more time to do actual fruitful activities.  

You paused for a moment, frowning at your own way of thinking.

For the majority of your life, all you did was hustle. You were uptight, determined with proving yourself and the rest of those who've wronged you that you could be the thriving woman of your dreams, living the life goals you're working ends meat to achieve. The fire in you longed to see the people who abandoned you on their knees, kissing your feet at your success. And so, you move on after moping a little—this day will be yet another testament to such a fighting spirit.

At times you applauded your resilience. You were proud of the things you've managed to move yourself on from. Alas, this meant that you often starve yourself of care and leisure. Jimin knows this brilliant yet damning mindset of yours and constantly tries to ease you into the carefree lands of self-love.

When Jimin had offered you this night out after your shifts, you instantly rejected the offer, like you almost always do. He didn't like the way you held back on having fun, because you thought your mother would find out and her accusations of you going astray in life would spark into yet another rant of you wAsTinG yoUr PotEntiAL.

He does convince you somehow, thus this current situation. You were, however, beginning to regret going out instead of your tradition of breaking down in the confines of your apartment before switching yourself into an auto pilot mode where you work on projects and whatnot for God knows how long.

Your best friend, however, would never want you to feel such a way, especially if he could do something about it. He clapped his hands together. "Come on then," Jimin encourages, catching you off guard as he secured a hold on you by lacing your fingers together.

"What?"

The man before you downs a few swigs of the alcohol and smiles, eyes disappearing into crescents. "Let's go somewhere else," he tells you, matter-of-factly. "The night is young. There are lots of things to do."

You gawked at the sight before you as Jimin danced to the beat, his body moving effortlessly with the street dancer. Instinctively, you, yourself, were swaying to the beat. The crowd that had gathered around you had done the same.

Exiting the club, as it turned out, had been a notable move from the both of you, drastically mending your mood as your night was suddenly set alight by the bustling streets you wandered with your favorite person in the world. This predicament, however, landed before the two of you when you saw a performance going on. Jimin knew the performer—Hoseok, if you recalled correctly—and, in spite of not preparing beforehand, began dancing along to the music. He was doing brilliantly for someone who, about thirty minutes ago, was giggly from slight intoxication.

As the beat came to a drop and Jimin flips his body like it was nothing, cheers erupted from around you. Vigorously clapping along with the crowd, you couldn't care less if your cheeks were starting to hurt.

"Great work!" You beam at your best friend as he shyly walks back towards you with yet another charming grin that wills his eyes to close. "You've improved so much," you say, eliciting a blush from him. Both of you have aching cheeks now, but that didn't matter.

As the crowd began to disperse and he waved goodbye to his friend, Jimin offers an arm to you. “Let’s go?” he muses, still slightly out of breath.

“Go where?” you asked, but linking your arms together anyways.

Jimin says nothing, seemingly pleased with his plans. Butterflies ran amok within you, as his smile promises you more of these spontaneous adventures.  

As the night bled into later hours, the both of you sat in the very diner that you two worked at only hours earlier. Jungkook, who had gotten night shift this day, disappeared into the kitchen after getting your orders.

Feeling better than ever before, you allowed yourself to savor the serenity. Your hands drummed to the beat of the music flowing from the jukebox resting on one corner of the diner with your head swaying along too. Jimin, in front of you, was also lightly dancing in his seat.

Eventually, Jimin stands up to his feet, dancing as he reached out a hand. He comically wiggled his brows, inviting you to dance with him—and you let him.

There were no other customers in the diner, and Yoongi, who had manned the cashier, didn’t really care to be bothered about the shenanigans the two of you were up to. You let out a giggle as Jimin twirls you around.  

At this time, you took it to yourself to look at your best friend. As he often does, he had styled his brown hair back to expose his forehead, causing him to look attractive enough to fool anyone into thinking he's a reckless party animal when reality states that he's a soft gentleman at heart—and you support such a statement.

Park Jimin, with his massive golden heart, has stuck by your side far longer than anyone else in your life. In all of the years you’ve known him, he’s always been one to drop anything to help you with your plights. A sensation fluttered within you, rendering you frozen for a moment as you were confused by said feeling. Jimin, however, continues to goofily dance around you without a care in the world and elicits a snicker from you.

There was a whimsical sense in the air. Dynamite’s retro décor really had the ability to make you feel as though you had travelled back a few decades earlier. With Jimin’s own choice of outfit, the nostalgic effect multiplied tenfold. Could the butterflies in your belly be from the atmosphere of the moment?

“You look beautiful when you’re happy, y’know?”

Jimin’s words knock the air out of your lungs, sending you crashing back to reality. Before you, your best friend stood only a few inches away from your dancing dooming you into such a close position. Your heart once again picks up the pace.

You managed to let out a scoff but fail to counter his statement any further and simply shyly averted your gaze, leaning away to give the two of you some distance. To your shock, Jimin’s hands clutched yours in his hold, his eyes shining like diamonds as he stared into you.

“Chim—”

With the words you planned to say being stolen from you by the lips that captured yours, you couldn’t help but melt. As if on cue, the music’s beat picked up, encouraging your heartbeat to do the same. The emotions within you whirled wildly, setting your body on fire as Jimin pulls you closer. As you had felt his hold loosen, you took the chance to slide your hands up his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost into a kiss you never thought to anticipate so much.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away for air, with Jimin grinning like the love-struck fool he was, while you were still in a haze from the kiss. You felt lips on your forehead as he soon pulled you in an embrace.

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart squealed at his voice, prompting you to hug him back tighter. “Hm?”

“I like you.”

With your head buried into his neck, your eyes fluttered to a close as his words bloom an ease in your heart—as if you had reached home after a long exhausting journey. There still existed a sense of surprise in you. You never expected to feel this way towards your best friend.  

Jimin, in spite of his worries from your silence, proceeds to murmur into your hair. “I want you to be happy,” he tells you, “I’d be happy if you let me be the one to make you smile.”

You pull away with a soft smile, eyes glistening with tears.

“You already are.”

#bts au #bts #bts imagines #bts fluff scenarios #bts fluff #BTS jimin #bts jimin imagines #bts park jimin #park jimin #park jimin imagines #park jimin x reader #park jimin fluff

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Sino (Kageyama x m!reader)

a/n: Yes. Another Kageyama fic. Idk what's with this King and I keep writing for him. And yes, this is a bxb fic. Yes, I'm a fujoshi. Yes. This is also influenced with Given anime? It's on air at Japan and I can't watch it >=[ 

 A song fic(?) of Unique Salongga's 'Sino' (that shit is so good)

Warning:

-typographical and grammatical mistakes and my lack of vocabulary.

-also, m!reader is described with characteristics that are common for (East) Asian boys.

-mention of blood and suggestive words indicating of sick!y/n

Who would've thought I would love you?

Kageyama stared longingly at the court. This shocked everyone-no, shock is an understatement. Astonished? Baffled? They were surprised to see him voluntarily ask for a water break, a request that is most certainly out of his character as he has always been loyal to volleyball training.

As much as Kageyama despised being off the court, he needed to. For he couldn't collect his self altogether. Despite his collectiveness, his certainty as his fingers passed the ball to the team, he couldn't help but to have a slight resist everytime.

"Sensei, I'm here on behalf of the student council."

He looked to his right, only to see him. He didn't even bother to give Kageyama a side glance as his entire attention is alloted for the club's teacher.

It didn't bother Kageyama. Instead, he took this as an opportunity to freely wander his eyes on him.

He was free to stare at his drowsy brown eyes, his lips that are in a straight line, his neatly cropped hair that covered up to his brows.

He probably should thank the sport for training his eyes to be wary as possible because even the way his black uniform hung loosely at his unathletic body did not escape Kageyama's vision.

He glanced at Kageyama.

Kageyama had to look away and suddenly, he is reminded by his brain of the very first encounter he had with him.

Kageyama grunted as he scrubbed the green board with full force, channeling his hate on the inanimate object as the fact that Hinata gets to go to the gym earlier than him irritates his skin.

God, who invented cleaning duties?

Kageyama's self hate is disrupted as he heard the sliding door screech. Surprised, he looks at the door, only to find an oddly familiar lad who share the same uniform as him.

"Kageyama-kun," the way Kageyama's name sounded with his flat voice made Kageyama's insides upset, "Hello."

Kageyama did not react but he only stared. Unvoiced curiosity escaping from his eyes instead. Who is he? Why does he know my name? The back of his mind asked.

His questions remained unanswered. Instead, this unfamiliar yet familiar guy walked his way towards the the lockers at the back, pulling a worn-out mop.

"I'm a cleaner, too," he said this in a voice with no intonation, as if he's only speaking for the sake of respect.

Kageyama, despite his thoughts, nodded. Looking back at the board again and this time, his scrub lighter than before, suddenly growing conscious knowing that he shares the room with someone else.

He's used to silence. Kageyama's not much of a talker himself. And yet he found the silence between him and the other deafening and nerve-wracking. The back of his mind played a couple of conversation starters that he knew he can use. But then, he lacked the courage-

"Oh."

"Oh."

The two lads jumped in surprise as their backs hit one another. Kageyama abruptly looked at his back and so did the latter, both surprised as they see the other staring at them.

"I'm sorry," Kageyama apologized with his usual gravelly voice.

"It's alright," the other replied, slightly chuckling this time, rendering Kageyama surprised as this person's dull look dissolved into a forced smile.

Kageyama glanced into his pin attached on his left chest.

It shows '(L/N)(Y/N)', written in legible Nihonggo characters.

Who will confess their feelings?

As much as Kageyama wanted to revolve his entire life at volleyball, the harsh reality forbids him to do so.

Kageyama blankly stared at his paper, the ballpoint of his pen stucked on the first line where he has already written his name but as if he is on court, his thoughts are blocked. Not giving him the ability to write his reaction paper from the film they just watched.

"Kageyama-kun."

Kageyama awkwardly sat straight. His hands slightly raising his paper as he looked up only to see (L/N)-kun staring at him. This realization made him feel odd. His stomach churning the same way he did when he first met (L/N)-kun. His ears feeling hot despite of the blasting aircon across the library's domain.

"May I sit here?" He asked in a voice that sounded unbothered, a fact that Kageyama is in awe. How could he remain so composed at the moment?

Was he the only one who is feeling this way? Are you saying that (L/N)-kun isn't feeling his stomach upset the same way his is? His hands aren't sweating? His breath isn't hitching? Kageyama needed answers.

His thoughts were put into a halt when (L/N)-kun looked up to him, catching him off guard. He wanted to apologize over nothing but he had his tongue tide.

"You weren't watching, were you?" (L/N)-kun asked, his body slightly leaning on the table, allowing Kageyama to see a portion of his collar bones with his uniform's upper buttons unbuttoned. He swallowed what was stuck on his throat.

"The what?"

"The film. You weren't watching the film?"

"I wasn't."

(L/N)-kun sported a soft smile, a smile that got Kageyama choking on his own breath once again, making him softly gasp in awe.

"I wasn't, too," (L/N)-kun confessed.

Why don't I know why? It always comes to me. Though sometimes I am not enough.

Kageyama needed no one.

Kageyama did not need his superiors' words, he did not need Hinata's comforting words. He did not need the managers', the coach's comfort.

He needed no one. He's always been alone and he's fine alone.

He stopped on his tracks as he sees (L/N) on the doorstep of his classroom. Both of them froze as they are held captive with one another's eyes.

Kageyama frowned, feeling his stomach upset again. The odd feeling climbing its way towards his throat. His lips aggressively shaking as he tried to restrain himself from screaming 'help me' at (L/N)-kun.

He needed no one so why is he desperately seeking for (L/N)-kun's words?

"Kageyama-kun? Are you alright?" His flat voice asked in a tone slightly higher than the usual. Was this his attempt on being empathic? Was he reaching out?

Kageyama gulped everything at once. His eyes fluttering as he nodded curtly, "I am."

Though it felt like it wasn't enough.

I will continue to find love. The meaning of love.

Upset. Kageyama's upset.

A failure. He is a failure. A failure for not being enough. If he were more competent, more skilfull, more talented, he would've won. He would've defeated his former senior's team.

And yet he wasn't and this frustrates him. Days have passed and yet his frustration still lingers inside him, casually clenching his fist and chewing his lips until they turned white and his lips bled. A harsh punishment his judgment has given him-

"Here."

A striking pain touched his forearm. Cold. He trails his eyes towards his arm only to see a cold drink resting on top of it. His eyes followed where the drink came from and it led him to the sight of (L/N)-kun, looking down at him.

He wanted to ask why and what it was for but (L/N)-kun pressed the drink harder onto his skin, urging him to take it in which he did.

(L/N)-kun walked beside him and sat on the cold floor as well. Both of them leaned on the school's walls as the sound of the vending machine vibrated at the side.

Kageyama pierced the straw towards his drink. He takes a sip and is temporarily relieved with the taste of yogurt on his tongue. He glances at (L/N)-kun who only stared at the empty hallway.

"Where's Hinata?" (L/N)-kun asked as your familiar companion is nowhere to be found.

And will be alone forever.

Who is worthy of my love? Who should I set as my priority?

Kageyama tightened his grip on his shoe bag as he strode his way towards the doorway. The halls are empty given that it's already four in the afternoon. The sky painted orange as it is adorned with fleeting birds and gentle clouds.

Kageyama froze as he saw a familiar figure not too far away from him. A little glance and he immediately knew who it was who's shamelessly sitting on the hallway in a very odd position.

"(L/N)-kun," Kageyama muttered as he walked towards him, (L/N)-kun jolting with the mention of his last name. Though this wasn't enough to make him look at his back. Instead, this made him eager to hide his face more, only allowing Kageyama a flash of his shaking back.

"(L/N)-kun, are-"

"Kageyama-kun..." (L/N) looked up, allowing Kageyama a sight of his face which immediately made his color fade away.

"Are you alright?" Kageyama couldn't help but to crouch as he see what seems to be blood dripping from (L/N)'s nose.

(L/N) chuckled, slightly shoving Kageyama's tough arms, "Yes."

"You're off to practice?" He said in a dismissive tone, the back of his palms covering his nose. A futile attempt as Kageyama’s stares are entirely locked at the red liquid now lingering at his upper lip.

“Yes. Are you-”

“You should go now, it’s almost four-thirty,” (L/N)-kun cut him off, a subtle hint that he didn’t want Kageyama to pry. A hint that Kageyama was not able to take.

“But-”

(L/N) looks up. His eyes weaker than they usually appear on Kageyama’s eyes. A ghost of smile on his lips as he shook his head slightly.

“Just go.” (L/N)-kun said softly.

I will continue to find

A ghost of smile lingered on Kageyama’s lips as his ears are drowned by Hinata and some of his seniors’ overflowing joy as they took off from the team’s rented bus, each of them proudly wearing their raven black jacket, a mark that indicates they are a member of the volleyball team.

Flood of praises welcomed Kageyama the moment he stepped in on his classroom. His classmates proud and overjoyed as Kageyama, an official member of the volleyball club, recently won a match against another team, their ticket towards the nationals.

The meaning of love

“Kageyama-kun.”

Kageyama’s eyes wandered at the sea of crowd and it landed to where (L/N)-kun stood. (L/N) once again plastered a melancholic look. His eyes drowsy-looking as a small smile crept onto his lips.

“Your team won, right?” he mumbled as he walked his way towards the crowd, blending with his classmates. If it weren’t for Kageyama’s eyes that were stuck on him, he wouldn’t be able to notice him. But he did.

“Yes,” Kageyama said, eyes strained along with his brows. His lips in a line as he was trying to stop from smirking.

(L/N)-kun nodded, “Congratulations.”

And will be alone forever.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu angst #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu kageyama #hq #hq kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama angst #kageyama fluff #kageyama x y/n #kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama x male reader #kageyama x m!reader #kageyama x m y/n #kageyama bxb

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3/ Nothing in the Mirror

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus. A lot more can happen if the ride ends before you’ve reached your station. If you end up in the Avengers’ Tower without memories, things have either taken a very good or a very bad turn of events.

Warnings: a fight and all sounds and imagery that entails

Word Count: 1422

_Author’s Note: Writing can be a dance on a thin blade. One word can throw you off balance and render your efforts worthless. But if you keep your focus on the melody, the blade turns into a stage and before you know, the characters come to life, guiding you through the dance. Dedicated to @buckyslion , my beautiful ballerina, who is going through exam week right now. Make sure to drop by her blog and send her some encouragement! :D

The redhead was strong and fast and skilled. But she didn’t expect the glass vases from the window sill come flying towards her. One of the shards grazed her calf and you could hear the profanities she mumbled under her breath. Blood dropped onto the wooden floor. You knew she wasn’t in pain, it was just the fact that she had been the first to bleed in this combat, especially when she was the one who’d expected to finish this without any injuries. You could feel how she reclaimed her focus, how she controlled herself, not letting anger influence her movements in the slightest. She was highly professional, you knew that. And you also knew that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill you, judging from the words she’d greeted you with. So, the next thing to fly towards her were books, a whole armful, from her walls, and frames for pictures, thrown like frisbees. One of them hit her in the head. Loud noises came from the door, pounding noises. They were here. That was your cue and you were on the way to run through the apartment, to just get out of the living room. But you didn’t get far. The woman shot the door frame inches from your face and yanked your head back by your hair. You elbowed her, digging it into her throat, making her cough. You grinned, yes, don’t try to stop me again. When you started to run forward, something cracked inhumanly, it was a sickening noise, somewhere behind you. Yelling filled the room you’d just left. Something whizzed through the air and your instincts kicked in once more. Duck! The huge frisbee from Steve’s bedroom missed you and got stuck in a wall farther ahead. You left your crouch and ran into a side room. Your mind buzzed again. There was no exit. It was a training room, with a huge mirror on the one side, with a long wooden bar to hold onto, right before it. There were some barbells and weights on the ground. Perfect. You had closed the door behind you and put all the weights you could find in front of it. They’d have to push a little harder to get through this. You had no idea what you were going to do, but your body seemed to have a life on its own, handling things in a way you would’ve never guessed, in a calm manner that almost scared you. The only thing was that you needed to get out of here, to disappear, to go somewhere. It felt like a carrier pigeon trained to return to its home. Only you didn’t know where to go. Just somewhere. „Open the door, doll!“, Buck demanded, still knocking on it. „What do you hear?“, someone, probably Steve, asked. „Nothing, that’s the issue.“ „Guys, if you don’t break the door down, I’ll do it“, the redhead announced. She sounded aggravated. You grinned. Let them come, your body said.

While listening to their conversation behind the door, your hands had taken apart the barbell holder, going for the screws first, placing them close to the door, on the ground, with the pointed end sideways, of course. Putting them upwards wouldn’t do much, your mind noted. Had you done this before? Then, your fingers worked their way around the construct again, pulling out one of the long rods that usually held the barbells. You swung it around, your knees automatically bending a little, the one before the other. An athlete for sure. Maybe I did something like fencing. Like the other door, this one bowed to the strong kicks and rammed bodies and broke, revealing more than just the three faces you knew in the hallway and as many guns pointed at you. In a quick movement, you threw a barbell into their direction, forcing them to dodge it by moving aside. The woman slipped on the screws and someone else caught her. 
His moment of distraction was your advantage. You came forward, determined to deliver your hits before they could move out of the doorway, where space was limited. The frisbee flew again, completely crushing the mirror, but making you step back. They were smart, they could read you, that you’d have to give to them. Well then. The rod still swirled in your hands and you stepped forward, towards Steve, pretending to aim high, then quickly crashing it against his knees. His entire face scrunched up in agony. Yeah, that one had been a hard blow. But he resisted, he kicked you in the stomach while your eyes had set on the woman. It threw you back, that much force knocked you back onto the ground, next to your bag that you’d put down minutes ago. Another shot rang out and you held the bag before you, hoping all your stuff in there would stop the bullet. It didn’t. The bullet slowed down, but still buried itself into your shoulder. You groaned but grabbed the rod with your other hand. Someone else came bursting into the ruined room. You hit him, right in the side, where the ribs where you knew it would really hurt. But instead of a groan, you heard a loud clank. It was Buck, standing right before you and his metal arm had wound around the rod, ripping it out of your grasp. He towered over you, blocking all exits. Your hand slowly slid into your bag, seeking the pen you knew was in there, in between clothes and deodorant. When you got it, you jammed it into Buck’s leg. This one wasn’t made of metal. He cried out, letting it stick, but grabbing your throat with his hand. Right then, it was over for you, you knew that. You wouldn’t get out tonight, you’d have to delay that. Wherever you needed to go, it had to wait now, but if the itch in your mind was gonna come back, you would oblige. Right now, your instincts were all you had and if they made you fight like - well, like someone who knew how to fight and climb housing façades - then you knew you could count on them. You sighed.

The redhead, however, she was still enraged and didn’t even try to hide that. „Barnes“, she seethed, whatever that meant. Her words sounded different than before, but the intention behind them was the same. There was no response. Buck held you tight, trying to figure you out, but you were busy avoiding the intensity of his gaze, so you didn’t answer either. „Give her to me.“ „And what are you gonna do? Kill her right on the spot? If you know who she is, please. Now would be the time to spill a few secrets.“ „Her name doesn’t matter. She’s an enemy.“ You looked into the room, Steve stood next to the woman, his head whipping back and forth when she and Buck shot words at each other. There was confusion on his face, it was very obvious, but you couldn’t tell the reason for it. „Take the gun down, Tasha.“ Buck turned so you both faced her. She didn’t move. „I said take it down. I’m sure Tony has a place for confinement.“ Tasha glared at you, the half-broken lamp on the ceiling angling its light to give her hair a fiery glow. „The ambassador was a security for my life. Next time you run around in my apartment, I’ll kill you.“ „I’d love to see you try“, you replied, a smug expression on your face. New confidence rushed into your body. You were stronger than you thought, even without a name, without an identity. Tasha had recognized you, triggered something inside you that made you feel wild, something fierce. Whoever you were, you would get out of here. You would find out who you were and what it was you were supposed to do. These thoughts rushed through your mind and just now, you realized all of the others, including Buck, his silver hand still tight around your neck, were staring at you. „What“, you demanded, voice lower than intended. No answer. „What are you doing?“ A feeling of uncertainty overcame you, your brain shutting down all the amazing abilities you’d just started to tap into, like it was leaving after work, for the evening. What was going on? Was it something you did? Why was Steve, holding the frisbee, the one looking most confused? He spoke up, voice clear. „How do you know so much Russian?“

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Alone Together---Chap. Nine

"Alright, looks like I'll be taking off again," Alice sighed, pulling on her coat, "I'll only be working a five hour shift today, so it shouldn't be long."

I shrugged my shoulders, slightly agreeing with her. Granted, that may be short compared to the other times she's worked late at night at the bookstore, but it still felt wrong not having her around. I liked it better when she had the day off...not working for so little.

"Sadie will eat anything besides bananas, and she knows how to make herself a sandwich and rice for lunch. Oh, and make sure she stays away from the freezer," she smirked at me, "she knows I bought ice cream sandwiches the other day."

I rolled my eyes, grinning, "I'll do everything I can to keep her at bay."

She paused, looking at me as her hand was wrapped around the doorknob. I waited for her to say something, because she sure looked like something was on her mind. I finally gave a lopsided smile, showing her there was really nothing to worry about. After a moment, she ran over and hugged me tightly, almost making me stumble back in surprise. It was so sudden I honestly didn't know what to do or say. Should I hug her back? Remain frozen like this? Make a joke so she could get off?

...Her body fit so snugly against mine...like a puzzle piece.

She pulled back, a wide grin on her face. Even her eyes sparkled with happiness, making me unable to say any words of compliment or appraisal.

"Thank you. A lot, Pitch." she finally said softly, brushing back some stray auburn hair from her face.

I finally smiled, "Anything for you."

Alice's smile became brighter, her cheeks dusted with a light pink as she shyly nodded. With that, she scurried out the door and securely locked it behind her, leaving me in a dreamlike trance.

Who knew, right? A Boogeyman like myself would be so easily rendered speechless by one single person, let alone a mortal.

Though it was still the early morning, I went over to Sadie's bedroom door and silently opened it, noticing the light was still off besides the pink nightlight near her bedside table. One doll was snuggled close to the lump under the covers, and one had fallen to the ground on it's head. Cards scattered the end of the bed where the knitted quilt ended, some folded from midnight tossing and turning.

"Sadie? You awake?" I whispered out into the darkness.

No response. I chuckled and closed the door, muttering ten more minutes of rest before waking her up for breakfast. Children these days, wanting more time to sleep in and let the morning go by. I blame the Industrial Revolution, working those youngsters late at night so frequently their entire biological clock changed to what it is now.

I'm no cook, I know that for a fact. Spirits don't need to eat, but some prefer to either because of the grandeur of flavor or that it makes them feel a little bit like a mortal once more. Some of us just happen to miss the mini joys of mortality, like eating whatever to fill our stomachs. There's definitely no gourmet kitchen in the lair that I resided in before, but that didn't mean I didn't know how to read directions of a cookbook and understand the language of cuisine.

Okay, what I'm trying to hint was that I basically found myself making quiche for Sadie's breakfast. Don't judge, alright? What else was I supposed to do while waiting for her to wake up? I know how to make quiche easily, probably more than how to make pancakes. An entire library in a lair with almost nothing to do can come in handy, so why give up the opportunity to try out my skills?

The finishing result was quite nice, especially with a hint of spices and sliced peppers that I found on a wooden block near the toaster. I left out the tray full of quiche and dropped the bowlful of fruit next to it so Sadie could have her pick, sat at the kitchen table and waited.

I tapped my fingers in rhythm on the table, smiling to myself at my success. I bet Sadie would be impressed with this! Who knew the Boogeyman had such taste, right? Maybe even Alice would like it as well. I had to make sure to save some for her when she returns home from work.

...Anytime she could wake up…any time now…

More than twenty minutes passed. Now I was starting to get irritated. Obviously her breakfast has gotten cold and she hasn't even woken up yet.

I stormed down the hallway to her room and whipped open the door, "Alright, lazy buns, you've slept in long enough. Come on."

Nothing.

"Hey! Sadie, wake up!" I went over and rested my hand on the lump where her shoulder should be, "Breakfast is far beyond ready!"

Still nothing. Now I was worried.

I whipped back the blankets, watching it flutter and fall against the dresser that was opposite of her bed, "Come on, Sadie, when I say get up, you-OH GOD!"

Where her body should be were pillows and stuffed animals clumped together, along with a pink, downy blanket that was rumpled underneath. I stared in horror, not responding to the absence of Sadie. She's missing.

Oh God, she's actually missing.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, running out of her room and down to Alice's room frantically. I slammed open the door, but she wasn't sleeping in her bed either. She wasn't in the adjoining bathroom, or anywhere in the closet or even under the beds. She wasn't in the kitchen, outside in the backyard or the drive way, nor in any hiding places of her room or the living room.

Now I was panicking. I lost a child. I can't believe I actually lost a child. Sadie's sister left me in charge of her, and normally Sadie is reasonably manageable, but this time I really fucked up. I can't find the girl!

My heart rate was going ten times faster than it should be. I was sorely afraid, and dread filled my gut, almost making me sick to my stomach. Dizziness...I have to calm down.

What do I do now? I can't just wait until her sister comes home. Oh God, what if she comes home and Sadie is still missing? What would I say? She'd be furious with me. I'd have failed her!

...I gotta go find Alice.

She was just passing the poetry and prose section when I covered her mouth and pulled her into a different aisle. She screamed, muffled behind my hand and her arms flailed everywhere, trying to find her attacker.

"Shh! Wait wait wait!" I panicked, turning her around so she knew it was me.

Her dark brown eyes widened to the size of gumballs. She was definitely shocked. After I released my hand from her mouth, she asked hoarsely, "What are you doing here?!"

I opened my mouth, paused, and then winced. "Sadie's missing."

"WHAT?!" she screamed.

Anonymous voices shushed her, making her blush in both anger and embarrassment. She looked to the door to make sure no one was coming and whipped back to face me, clearly seeing I was just as bothered as her.

"When did you find this out?!"

"I let her sleep in twenty minutes more and when I went to wake her up...it was just pillows." I threw up my hands, unable to really explain.

"God, Pitch!" she yelled, and ran over to the checkout counter.

"How's this my fault?! I didn't know that she was gone until this morning!" I snapped, getting irritated with her. I had no right, but it wasn't fair on my part.

"She couldn't have ran off at night, we would've seen her!" her sister shouted back, punching in random numbers to clock herself out of her shift.

"ALICE!" a rough voice shouted.

By her startled face I assumed it was her boss approaching behind me. Already angry and frantic enough, I just stuck out my hand and blasted him with a force of nightmare sand, sending him backwards into a collection of young adult novels, unmoving from his spot. I didn't look away from her, as she stared in shock at what I did. Finally, she looked back at me.

"Can we go now?" I pointed to the door.

After a moment's of hesitation, she nodded and leaped over the counter, throwing down her employee tag onto the floor behind us as we sprinted out into the open street, narrowly missing a biker and a taxi carrying two people that shouted insults at her, but she didn't care.

"She couldn't be at her friend Lucy's house 'cause they're off in Boston! Grandma is five miles away so she couldn't have gone to her-" she frantically thought aloud, but I didn't give her time to think.

Immediately I allowed nightmare sand to form around us, and before her stood a fearsome stallion, huffing hot air into her face. She stared blankly at it, then a horrified expression crossed her face before she saw me jump onto the back of this nightmare. I reached out a hand, and she doubtfully gave me a look.

"Come on! Just trust me!" I begged her, stretching out my hand.

Something in her expression changed. It resembled both surprised and...she looked like she was considering the fact that I was concerned about a kid when I'm the monster that scares them off. I don't know how to form that into one word, but she looked compassionate. Nonetheless her hand slipped into mine and I pulled her up to sit in front of me.

"Hold onto his mane but don't pull." I ordered, grabbing the reins.

"O-okay." she nervously stammered.

Unlike other horses, nightmares were faster. They didn't need to stop and rest nor needed food, so they were the most reliable to get places. After gaining back control of the beasts, I did make a few adjustments, like to never turn against their leader...horrid assholes. But like an inventor makes adjustments on a robot or a clock master adjusts the spokes in a watch, the same mistake should never happen again.

Hopefully.

Alice double checked all of the rooms in the house, including the attic, a place I didn't even know the small house had. I checked the backyard, even around her window for footprints. Oddly enough, the window was unlocked, but shut. I remember Alice mentioning she keeps windows locked at night, so that was my first clue.

The big home run was the tiny pinpricks of gold I saw nestled in the blades of grass…

I touched the grass, seeing golden sand shimmer in the sunlight. Some of the sand that I touched turned to ebony black, but the rest remained so. I blew on the spot, like a camper would to start a fire, and the dreamsand curled into the air lazily.

Slowly, it formed into airy images of Santoff Claussen, and a sting ray circling around the towers, slowly dissipating back into nothingness. I grit my teeth and angrily brushed the sand away.

"Sandman...you son of a bitch." I hissed under my breath, abruptly standing up.

Alice ran back outside, her hair flying everywhere and was out of breath. "Nowhere. Found anything?" she asked, trying to calm her beating heart.

I nodded and showed her the remaining dreamsand that flew in the warm wind, "Sandman took her to Santoff Claussen."

"Where?" she raised a brow, thoroughly confused.

I rolled my eyes, "The North Pole. Santa's Workshop. Whatever you humans call it."

She stared at me, blinking twice before snapping, "I thought Sandman was on our side!"

I shrugged and gestured towards the stallion to climb back on, "I guess they just went for a visit and lost track of time. Come on, we can't waste time."

"Weee!" Sadie squealed as she slid down the smooth, wooden banister with the help of Sandman. North chuckled as he watched them play, a toy boat in his hands that a yeti just gave him.

"Glad to see you making friends, Sanderson!" North called out, his bright blue eyes shining with amusement.

Sandy grinned back, clearly having fun himself. Sadie looked up at him, a faint smile on her face before hopping off the banister and running towards North for another hug. Sandy quickly floated behind her, making sure she wouldn't trip on any passing elves or runaway toys. North laughed as he enveloped her in another hug, knowing that his hugs were a new thing Sadie liked.

"Can you play with us too, Santa?" she asked, looking up at him with her big eyes.

"North, child. And not at the moment, I have toys to fix and create." he said, patting her head lovingly before pointing to the boat in his hand.

"What's wrong with the boat? Does it sink?" she asked, following him to his working desk.

"That is the problem, yes. Wood may be too thick, I take. You like?" he let her hold onto it.

The battleship looking boat was only four or five inches long, but it sure was heavy for such a small toy. Sadie clutched it tightly in her hands so it wouldn't fall from her grasp. She carefully observed the boat, flipping it upside down to see the underside, and knocked it with her knuckles.

"Maybe it needs to be more hollow?" she guessed, and by the wide grin he gave her, she was right.

"Krasnov! Just what I was thinking!" he praised her, patting her neatly brushed hair.

After North returned to his whittling of the battleship, Sandy took Sadie by her hand and led them outside of his office, turning to her excitedly for more games. Never before has he been so alert and awake! He wished he could play with Sadie for the rest of the day like this. So far they've played tag, hide-and-seek, read exciting stories from North's vast library, played with some of the toys the yetis were working on, and slid down the banister as if it were a slide. It's as if both he and Sadie had bountiful energy that never decreased, they could go on having fun the entire day!

"Whew! What's next, Sandy?" Sadie put her hands on her hips happily, grinning at him.

He made a thinking face, one that made the little girl giggle. A light bulb formed around the top of his noggin before forming two sand clouds in the air, one for him and one for the little ten-year-old. Sadie stared at the marvelous sight of her very own sand cloud, glittering with it's own golden glory.

Finally, she beamed brightly at him.

"A cloud race?!" she excitedly guessed, to which Sandy nodded with a wide smile.

"Aw, yes!" she fist pumped the air as she jumped onto her cloud, "First one to race all the way to the globe wins!"

They drove their dreamsand clouds all the way to the decked out, mosaic windows all the way to the east, where the giant window to let in the glare of the moon was wide open, the only source of cold air so the inside of Santoff Claussen wouldn't overheat. With the count to three, they whizzed through the air towards the globe, making sure to dodge flying toys left and right. Just to show off, Sandy jumped over a flying toy turtle, pirouetted and landed safely on his little cloud, smiling at Sadie's laughter. She, of course not going to that level of daredevil, simply stood up on her cloud and pretended to surf the wind, and Sandy joined along with her play.

But just as they whizzed closer and closer to the giant globe of Earth, a great wind rushed into the center of the grand room, and from the dark crevices of the workshop flew out nightmare sand, fluttering wickedly in the breeze like an angry tornado. Sadie's eyes widened as the nightmare sand formed into a fearsome stallion with glowing, yellow eyes, and sitting on top of that very stallion were two people that she knew very well.

One was a man dressed in black, the other was her sister. And both were very, very pissed off.

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