#sorry if i am quiet in the meantime i just hate my job and it kills my vibes LKDBDBSKDNS | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

wonder-galixy · 2 years ago

Text

~~First Maintenance~~

I guess I was wrong to assume when my next shift was. It was the next day, but it was entirely overnight. Meaning from 7 pm to 6 am. I mourn the loss of sleep- maybe I can sneak in a few naps while on the clock- it certainly sounds possible. In the meantime, while the sun is up, I have college classes to attend to… Ok, only 2 classes today, but they’ve got a mean workload!!

College classes go by in an excited haze, I got to gloat to my professor that I got a gig at Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza-Plex, a sentence that got a surprised eyebrow raise. And now, I’m driving down the freeway to the aforementioned Pizza-Plex. There are only a few slip-ups on the road as I make my way there, but I have enough reaction time to keep myself out of trouble. Which is a blessing as I'm certain my mom would cry if anything happened. The parking lot is slowly making itself vacant, I should’ve expected as much.

I’m a little early to my shift tonight, but I thought the place would be completely empty by now, 10 minutes until close should have people running for the doors. Unless they’re at the gift shops, then it makes sense. I cross the threshold into the plaza. A few families look my way, but ultimately pay no mind as I walk further in. Glancing through my work email on my Fazwatch, it’s a short list. But a short list with 11 hours to complete it means each task is time-consuming.

I make my way to the locker rooms, callus as I scrape my backpack against one of the walls during a sharp turn. There’s a gasp as I complete my motion, it comes from the mouth of a lady. Guess I startled her. She has long blond hair, kept in a ponytail, and wearing one of the Fazbear uniforms.

“Oops, sorry about that. I’m not the most careful person around.” I say casually. I move past her to my locker.

“Uh-huh.” She starts off, really drawing out both syllables.

“I’m (Y/N), the new mechanic. How ‘bout you?” I ask, putting my backpack down in the locker.

“... Vanessa. I'm the head of security here.” She says while adjusting her tie.

“Are there any other employees here tonight?”

“Well… there’s Leo, but his shift ends soon, I think.” Vanessa closes her locker and walks out of the room. She’s really serious about her job, isn’t she?

I throw the uniform button-up over my shoulders and snatch the hat before rushing out of the locker room. I quickly catch up with her as she makes her way up the stairs to those ‘behind stage’ areas.

“Do you like working here?” I ask as soon as I catch up to her. She stumbles on a step before turning to me.

“How are you so quiet? Like it here?? You need to stop.” Vanessa stumbles over her words too, apparently.

“Ok, slow down. Take a second to organize your thoughts,” I say in a slower tempo, “I have no idea how I’m stealthy, it just happens sometimes. Yes, how do you like it here? I'm curious. And, finally, I will not stop.” I take my time answering her, just to give her more time to recover. But all she does is look at me with her brows creased together, it seems I get on her nerves too, not just Monty’s.

“I don’t have to like it here, it’s a job. The pay is the only good thing about this place.” She says it through clenched teeth. Is it really a pain to work here?

“If you hate it, you can go. You’re an adult, no one’s stopping you.” I trot up the final flight of stairs. Vanessa glares at me when I say that, “Unless there really is something stopping you.”

“Yeah, it’s called rent payments.”

“If you’re head of security for the Mega Pizza-Plex, you have the qualifications for any other security field.” I make my way to Rockstar Row, Vanessa follows to keep the conversation going.

“Alright, then why do you want to work here?” Vanessa asks. That’s a question she’ll regret asking.

“Because!! It’s Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! I loved that place as a kid!” My voice echoes across the hallway again, “Though, I only went to the Pizza Place, so sad to hear it burned down. But! They’re back!! And it’s a GIANT mall!?!”

Vanessa looks at me like I’m crazy but lets me continue rambling, “And- and!! I love the FNaF horror series-”

“You know that’s a-”

“Complete fabrication from the mind of a total lunatic? I know!! But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy them, right?” I turn to look at her.

“You’re… odd.”

“Why, thank you!” My reply is automatic, it’s not until the words are out of my mouth that I notice that wasn’t Vanessa’s voice.

It was actually Roxy! I guess my yelling has gathered an audience again. She looks down at me with a look similar to Vanessa’s, that crooked-eyebrow look of ‘are you insane?’

“That reminds me! Is everyone ready for a routine maintenance check?” I turn back around to face Roxy fully. Even peering behind her to check for the other band members. She heaves out a sigh and nods.

“We’ll all head down to maintenance in our elevators. You’ll have to find your way by yourself.” She taunts.

“You can take my elevator down, if you’d like.” Freddy quickly adds after Roxy, probably trying to keep her under wraps.

“Oh- Thank you! I’d definitely get lost on my own.” I walk past Freddy, to his room, but take a second to wave bye to Vanessa, “It was nice to meetcha! Have a good night!”

Vanessa waves hesitantly, I think, I couldn’t tell out of the coroner of my eye. Freddy ushers me to his elevator and pushes the button down.

“I hope you can forgive my friends, they aren’t fond of new staff sometimes.” Freddy says, he folds his hands together.

“Nah, it’s ok. I never take those kinds of insults personally.” I look up to Mr.Fazbear, he’s in shock for a moment but then smiles in a relieved manar.

“I’m glad you’re so patient.”

The elevator stops and opens, revealing a long hallway with orange accents. Freddy guides me to the end where an automatic door stands. It opens up immediately once Freddy gets into a certain range from it. Probably a special censor coded into the door to respond to him. Simple code, but very useful.

Parts and Service, the repair bay, two names for one room. A big circular room with a cylindrical glass chamber near the center. There’s old computer equipment, a desk stacked with paper, and multiple doors for the band members. I walk down the stairs and make a b-line to the desk. Sifting through the papers. There are character profiles, blue prints, accident report logs, a basic training guide, and a blank notepad. Oh- and a cold cup of coffee.

“Ok! Who wants to go first?” I ask, my back is still turned away from everyone as they file into the room.

“How about I go first? Just as a practice run.” Freddy offers. Well, he offers it, but he’s already walking into the glass cylinder and sitting in the giant chair.

“That’s fine by me!” I say and search the table for the ‘Freddy Folder’.

Setting up the computer for basic maintenance takes a hot second, but that’s just because the computer is ancient. I walk into the protective glass cylinder, folder in hand, and start slowly reading through the files.

“Oh- Superstar, you don’t need to be in here with me. The whole maintenance process is automated.” Freddy says gingerly, his ears wiggle in a weird way.

“Hm… nah,” I say in fake contemplation, “I wanna be here- Ok! Do I have everything? Am I forgetting something??”

I count through a mental list of possibly needed objects and ‘what if’ scenarios. I have my toolbox, I have the animatronic files, um… What if the power goes out? Are there any backup power sources?

“Are there any power generators around here? Where are they stored?” I ask and exit the cylinder.

Everyone around looks at me with confusion, but Chica still answers, “Well, yeah. They’re stored all over the place. I think there are even some in the hallway outside.”

I walk away and grab one without a word. It takes another second for me to drag it back to the repair bay and hook it up to the thing. But I haven't turned it on just yet. It’s just sitting in a far corner hooked up to a power socket on the glass cylinder.

“Ok, that should help. Um… what would mom say?? Well, she’d say something like ‘(Y/N)! What are you doing? You’re wearing baggy clothes, what if they get stuck on something?’” Oh- I didn’t think of that.

I take off my button-up. I was wearing it more like a jacket so it was easy to remove. Now, in just my jeans and fitted top, I enter the cylinder again. The computer starts the maintenance and repairs, but I stay in and watch the arms move and swivel around Freddy. I start reading through Freddy’s files and muttering to myself. Mostly nonsense, reading some sentences out loud, and random questions. The machine only takes a couple minutes before the computer announces its completion. I was in the middle of listing possible nick-names for Freddy, don’t know how I started talking about that.

“Oh! Awesome! Next person, please enter the cylinder!” I announce as Freddy walks out.

Chica walks up with a small bubble of excitement. I, again, searched for her folder on the table. It’s the same easy process of talking (rambling) to the air while the machine takes care of her. Chica had to stop the machine for a second, as there was something lodged in one of her joins that the machine couldn’t pick out. It was a piece of cardboard that got stuck in one of her spine bits. She lets out a flustered noise, but that was the only problem that required my involvement. Roxy has no problems whatsoever. I guess she is the best for a reason.

Monty was the last guy standing. He lets out a growl and stomps into the repair bay. I start the program and start my rambling, but Monty quickly tells me to shut up. I shrug it off, but then the lights in the room go out.

“Oh, I didn’t think the power would actually go out. This is why you need a back-up generator.” I say as I wander over to the far corner of the room.

It takes a few tugs on the generator to get it going, but it eventually roars to life. The lights in Parts n’ Service go back on a few seconds later. I walk back over to Monty and resume the maintenance. The whole room was silent, except for the wiring of the arms in the cylinder, odd considering how many robotic bodies are in here.

I peek up from the page I was reading, “Are you guys ok? If you’re worried about the power, the generator should keep it up. It’s a strong machine, assuming it’s a recent model.”

“That’s not what we’re worried about, chickpea.” Chica mutters quietly. Her eyes are locked on the big doors and windows.

“Is he here already?” Freddy asks.

Roxy is quick to respond, “I think it just entered the hallway. It’s moving slowly.”

“There’s a thing in the hallway?” I ask and walk over to check.

The place is covered in darkness, swathed in silence. While the light in Parts n’ Service leaked out into the halls outside through the windows, the light only stretched out so far. Looking, straining my eyes, I could barely see 2 dots in the darkness. They were muted, probably something far away, but also close to the ceiling. Is it something super tall? Is it attached to the ceiling?

“(Y/N), how about you resume working on Monty? We’ll keep you safe.” Freddy puts his hand on my shoulder and gently pulls me back into the room.

“No, I wanna see. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not scared.” I lift his hand away, and turn back to the doorway.

The dots are inches from me.

#fnaf sb #fnaf au #writing drabble

0 notes

ifmywishescametrue · 4 years ago

Note

"You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better." for buckytony pls 🤓

thank you for sending one! it got kind of out of hand lol so here's 2.2k of breaking up and making up. hope you like it!

Tony loses track of what the fight is about fairly quickly. He knows it started with what seemed like playful bickering, the kind their relationship was practically built on, but somewhere along the way the jabs turned much more pointed. Barbed wire wrapped around them, until each one was like a knife wound.

The first real cut came from him, he knows. Bucky's witty comment hit a little too close to one of his hundred insecurities, and reflex made him return it with too much sharpness. He can't blame Bucky for reacting, but they're both to blame for letting it get this out of hand. That’s not something that matters in the moment, though.

In the moment, all that matters is the careless insults and merciless words they lob back and forth. They chip away at each other and their relationship until it’s crumbling around them, but even that doesn’t matter. It becomes secondary to getting in the last word and one-upmanship, like it’s a competition for who can hurt who the most that they both desperately want to win, consequences be damned.

“You know this is why people keep leaving you,” Bucky says. “At some point it should be pretty damn obvious that it's you, not them.”

Tony laughs bitterly because the only other choice is crying. “Cause you're a real fucking prize, right? Bet people are just lining up to date a guy they're barely allowed to touch. And God forbid you ever try to do something nice for him, because it'll never actually be right.”

“Better than a guy with daddy issues so severe it'll take him two years to even tell you he loves you. Don't bother saying it in the meantime to him either, because he'll run off to hide for a week after each time.”

“Well, you know what, I'll make it easy for you, then,” Tony says, backing away to grab his jacket. “You don't have to worry about me and all my issues anymore.”

He forcefully shoves his arms into the sleeves and grabs his keys from the hook by the door. Bucky watches with a clenched jaw and doesn't try to stop him, not even when he pauses to give him the chance.

“What are you waiting for? Go ahead and run off. Prove my point.”

Tony shakes his head, an ache already forming in his chest that he ignores. “I’m not proving your point, because this isn’t running. This is breaking up with you because you’re a fucking asshole.”

He lets the door slam shut behind him and speedwalks down the hall, repeatedly pushing the elevator button. It doesn’t come quickly enough, and he flings open the door to the stairwell to rush down them. His vision blurs dangerously, and he can hardly see where he’s going, but he doesn’t slow down. The tears come freely with no around to see, until he’s out on the sidewalk and violently swipes them away with the back of his hand. He doesn’t pay attention to where he’s walking, only on getting as far away as possible.

Where he ends up shouldn’t come as a surprise to him. It’s muscle memory to come here at this point, a walk so familiar he could do it in his sleep and still manage to avoid all the cracks and uneven parts on the sidewalk on the way.

He stands outside of Shield’s Bar, neon lights coloring his face blue and pink, and he contemplates going in. It’s a Thursday, which means Clint is working the bar until midnight. Natasha will be waiting tables, and Steve will come in to replace her at ten.

All Bucky’s friends. He won’t get any of them in the breakup.

Steve will be the first to turn his back on him with his unwavering loyalty to his best friend. Clint will follow next because he hates tension and it’s the easier side to take. Natasha will be last, and she’ll claim that she loves them both and choosing sides is childish and ridiculous. But she’ll go, too, eventually. When none of her other friends will be in the same room as him, and all of their usual hangout spots become off limits. It’ll grow awkward and uncomfortable until promises to meet up turn into vague excuses and texts spaced months apart.

But where does he have to go if it isn’t here?

Rhodey’s on base in California, and Pepper moved back to New York the second her business degree was done. Staying in Boston was never the plan, not until Bucky and his found family welcomed him into their lives and made it feel like home. Where is there to go if home isn’t an option anymore?

He stands there long enough that people start to whisper as they pass by. They must think he’s lost his mind, staring blankly at a brick wall and hardly blinking, but he doesn’t hear what they say. Doesn’t hear anything but his own thoughts running in circles, going from anger to regret to shame and back again.

He wonders if Bucky’s right. If he truly is the reason it never works out. He knows he’s too insecure and emotionally unavailable. He demands too much and gives too little in return and doesn’t know how to communicate.

He used to watch his parents fight, orbiting around each other with avoidance and unspoken words until the dams broke and silence turned to screams, and he would swear that he would be better. If he was lucky enough to be in love with someone and have them love him in return, he would understand just how rare and beautiful that is and never take it for granted.

Easier said than done. Harder to face the fact that sometimes his words sound exactly like his father’s once did and sometimes he feels like his mother when he quietly lets himself be walked on and overlooked. The worst of both of them is tangled up inside of him, and it always kills whatever he touches.

Natasha finds him there eventually. She opens the door roughly, with intention that falters momentarily before she asks, “Do you plan on coming in at some point or are you staying out here all night?”

“I should probably go,” he says, quietly enough that it’s nearly lost to the wind.

Natasha watches him for a long moment, then steps out of the doorway to take his hand. She leads him over to an empty booth and slides into the opposite side.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

She shrugs, “Steve will be here in a few minutes. No one’s going to die if they have to wait for their beer.”

Silence stretches on, and he stares down at his hands on the table. It’s warmer inside the bar, and he doesn’t realize that the cold has turned his fingers numb until they begin to unthaw.

“People coming in here were talking about some guy loitering outside. Some were saying he looked sad, some said lost. A few less optimistic people voted for strung out on drugs, but I think it’s safe to rule that one out now. Same with lost, seeing as you’ve been here a thousand times. That leaves sad, which means you had a fight with Bucky, and you didn’t come in, which means you think it’s your fault. Am I right so far?”

Tony nods, hanging his head low, and she continues to ask, “Do you want to talk about it or drink about it?”

“We broke up,” Tony mumbles. “I did it.”

She takes a long breath, and her hand is warm when it slips back into his. “Are you planning on fixing it?”

“Not sure it’s fixable. I said some things, he said some things. Can’t really take any of it back now.”

“People say things they don’t mean all the time. Doesn’t make it unforgivable.”

He shrugs like his heart isn’t broken. “Maybe it’s better off this way.”

Natasha sighs, “Tony.”

“What?”

“Go home.”

“Pretty sure I don’t have one of those anymore.”

“Of course you do,” she says softly. “I promise you that he wants you to come back.”

Tony shakes his head. “You weren’t there, Nat. You don’t know what happened.”

“I don’t have to know what happened to know that he wants you to come home. If he feels even half as terrible as you look, he wants you. Just because you broke up doesn’t mean it’s over. It’s only over if you don’t go back.”

Tony bites his lip to keep it from quivering, and he asks, “What if you’re wrong? What if he doesn’t want to see me?”

“Well, it can’t exactly make things worse, can it?”

He huffs a humorless laugh, “I guess not.”

Natasha slides out of the booth, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Go home before he comes out looking for you, and text me in the morning to tell me I was right.”

She walks away, greeting Steve as he comes in, and Tony lingers there for another minute before getting up. He waves to them both on his way out and tries not to think about what she’ll tell Steve about his reason for being there.

The walk back to his and Bucky’s apartment seems quicker than the walk away from it, and Tony resents it for not giving him more time.

He takes the stairs again and hesitates outside the door, what ifs overwhelming his mind. What if he walks in and all of his things are packed up for him? What if Bucky isn’t even there or all of his belongings are gone instead? What if he can’t fix it and this is where it really ends? He doesn’t know if he could recover from that.

Turning the key in the lock, he opens the door slowly and holds his breath in trepidation.

Nothing looks different. No packed boxes, no smashed picture frames, no sign that anything ever went wrong.

Bucky is on the couch, curled into the corner with his legs held tight to his chest, and he doesn’t seem to notice that he isn’t alone anymore. It’s painfully quiet, and the single light that was on before isn’t enough now that it's grown darker outside, but he hasn’t turned any others on.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says into the silence. It’s as good a place as any to start. “You didn't deserve that. Any of it. The whole stupid thing. You deserve so much better. I should be better at this, but I’ve done a real shit job of it lately, I think. Maybe not even lately. Maybe I’ve been a terrible boyfriend the whole time, and in that case you should probably tell me to go and not come back, but I’d like to think there were at least moments where I was sort of okay, and I’d like to try to be more than just okay if you’ll let me.”

Bucky stares at him, lips parted and red-rimmed eyes unblinking. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Tony freezes, unsure of how to answer that, and Bucky unfolds himself to walk over and stand in front of him.

“You broke up with me,” Bucky says.

“Yes, but I -”

“No,” he interrupts. “You broke up with me.”

Tony frowns in confusion and slowly says again, “Yes.”

“That means I do the grovelling here, because I fucked it up. I beg for the second chance, because I crossed the line so far that you left. And I did it on purpose, too, because I had a shit day so I pushed until you pushed back,” Bucky explains. “And apparently I did such a good job being horrible to you that you think it’s your fault.”

Tony tries to process that, but it’s taking some time to work through. A complete turn around on his thoughts that almost makes him dizzy.

“Why did you have a shit day? What happened?”

“Is that really what you’re focusing on in all of that?” Bucky shakes his head in disbelief and runs a hand through his hair. “God, it’s you that deserves better. That’s what I’m telling you here. You were right to leave, and I should be the one telling you I’m sorry.”

“You had a bad day and took it out on me. How many times have I done the same to you? You never once left.”

“Doesn’t make it right.”

“No,” Tony agrees. He reaches for one of Bucky’s hands, because he needs the contact and has a feeling that Bucky does too. “But it doesn’t mean it’s not worth working on. I meant what I said about wanting to be better for you.”

Bucky nods, looking down at their joined hands. “I want to be better for you, too. How do we do that?”

“A lot of talking about our feelings, probably.”

Bucky pulls a face. “God, that sounds terrible.”

Tony laughs, taking his other hand to pull him in closer, “Yeah, it does, but we’ll get better at it eventually.”

“Can we start tomorrow?” Bucky asks. He leans down to rest his forehead against Tony’s. “I’d really like to just hold you tonight.”

“Yeah, baby,” Tony murmurs. “Hold me tonight. It’ll be better in the morning.”

#buckytony #winteriron #my fic #my writing #prompts #prompt fill #warmachinesocks

166 notes · View notes

fanficshiddles · 4 years ago

Text

Tear You To Pieces, Chapter 5

The day after their first date, Kelly was in the lab doing some computer work while Bruce and Tony were doing some more higher tech jobs.

Loki came strutting in and grinned when he saw Kelly working on her own at a table. He walked over to her and slipped his arm around her, giving her side a squeeze that made her jump slightly. Her cheeks turned red when he whispered in her ear. ‘Good morning, sweetheart.’ And he kissed her on the cheek before taking a seat next to her.

‘Morning, Loki.’ She beamed happily. ‘Uhm, are we not supposed to be careful still, with the others around?’ She asked quietly.

Loki nodded. ‘We are. But those two imbeciles over there aren’t paying us any attention right now. They tend not to care what I’m doing, providing it’s not trying to take over the world again.’ He teased.

‘Good point.’ She smiled and nodded.

‘Did you get a good sleep last night after our date?’ Loki asked.

‘I did, thank you.’ Kelly said quickly, trying to forget about the rather vivid dream she had last night. ‘Did you?’

‘I most certainly did.’ He purred.

Loki got dragged into helping Tony and Bruce, much to all their annoyances. Kelly disappeared briefly to get something to drink from the kitchen, she made everyone some tea and brought it back to the lab.

‘Ah thank you, pet. You’re such a star.’ Loki smiled and kissed the top of her head as no one was looking.

‘Do you want anything else?’ She asked chirpily.

Loki saw his opportunity to test out his theory. ‘Would you mind nipping to the library and grabbing me a book that I left on the little table between the sofa and the window please? There’s a few things in there that might come in handy for what we’re working on.’

‘Sure!’ Kelly rushed off to get it for him.

The God smirked as he sipped his tea, waiting for her to come back. While he was waiting, he pretended to fiddle about with a reactor that he was supposed to be helping the others fix. But he didn’t overly care if it worked or not in the end.

He didn’t need to wait long before Kelly was back with the book. ‘Is it this one?’ She asked as she handed it over to him.

‘Ahh, good girl. Perfect, this is the one. Thank you.’ Loki smiled widely.

‘You’re welcome!’ She squeaked out higher than she had meant to as her face went bright red, she quickly averted her eyes away from him and stepped backwards. Her stomach was twirling and her heart racing at hearing him say those two words especially. ‘I… gotta go… See you later.’ She said quickly and darted out of the lab.

Loki smirked to himself as she left.

‘Hey, reindeer games. What are you smirking at? What have you done? Did you scare Kelly away?’ Tony called on Loki from across the room.

Loki scowled at Tony and said nothing as he carried on with what he was doing. He was certainly going to enjoy killing him the most once he had his powers back.

Over the following month, Loki took Kelly out on a date every other day. They kissed each time, making Kelly feel like she was on cloud nine. She was falling hard and fast for Loki, like she had feared she would. But he was so charming and such a gentleman, she didn’t see a problem.

Loki often used her weakness on her, by asking her to do minimal things. In return he would praise her, using those two words that would have her all flustered within a second. She always tried to be near him, almost to the point of clingy. Not that he minded, he had her exactly where he wanted her.

She was like a little puppy obsessed with its master. She did anything and everything he asked of her without hesitation.

They still kept quiet about the fact that Loki was courting her. The others did notice that they talked a lot and were often near each other, but they knew that Kelly was the only one that was civil and nice towards him, so it wasn’t overly suspicious for them.

‘When do you think we can tell people about… us?’ Kelly asked him when they were spending some time together in the library.

They were on the sofa by the fireplace, Loki had his arm around her and she was snuggled into him while he was reading. She loved his voice, hearing him read anything was so soothing.

‘I think we should still wait a while, pet. Especially as there is a big mission coming up in a few weeks’ time. Everyone is a little, stressed about it.’ Loki said as he rubbed her arm softly, making her arm tingle under his touch like her body did every time he touched her.

She still couldn’t believe that Loki was dating her.

‘Big mission?’ She queried, turning to look at him slightly.

Loki nodded, then his eyes went wide. ‘Oh dear… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, it’s classified.’ He cringed.

‘I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry. I promise.’ She said quickly, making Loki smile.

‘I know you won’t, you’re my good girl.’ He purred and leaned in to steal a kiss from her as her body trembled slightly from what he said, the usual flush creeping up her neck too.

He grinned and ran the tips of his fingers down her neck, enjoying the way the goosebumps rose up on her skin under his touch. ‘I know you have a praise kink, don’t you, darling?’

Kelly’s eyes widened and she pulled back slightly, looking startled at him calling her out on it. ‘I… I uhm…’

‘It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, pet. If anything, it’s very endearing how much you want to please me.’ He growled low and moved in to kiss her again, making her sigh against his lips.

His hands started sliding down her body and slipped inside her blouse. But when he attempted to remove it, she put her hand on his arm and stopped him.

‘Loki… I…’

‘Sorry, pet… Am I going too fast?’ He asked, frowning.

‘No… It’s just me… I do want to go further, I just. Well, I’m still a virgin. And I don’t think I’m quite ready, not yet. Please, don’t hate me for it.’ She said worriedly.

Loki cupped her face in both hands and smiled softly at her, then pressed his forehead against hers. ‘Don’t worry, pet. I could never hate you. I adore you, and I will wait as long as you need. There is no rush from me.’ He assured her, making her heart flutter.

‘Thank you, Loki.’ She whispered, smiling widely.

‘No need to thank me, darling.’ He kissed her forehead gently.

Loki snarled angrily as he slammed his bedroom door shut. He stormed across to his bed, his clothing disappeared from his body as he swiftly lay down. He gripped his hard cock and started jerking off rapidly.

‘That pathetic mortal quim, keeping herself from me. How dare she!’ He spat as he roughly pumped himself to the thought of plundering into her virgin cunt.

The image of her beneath him, submissive and pliant as he fucked her flashed before his eyes. Knowing how tight she was simply around his finger… He started grunting as he quickened his pace even more, squeezing his cock as tight as he could to replicate what she might feel like.

But as he came, spurting over his stomach, it was not as satisfying as he knew she would be.

Any mortal should be honoured that he, a God, wanted to sleep with them, a lesser being. Especially one that has a crush on him. He was getting more and more impatient each day with the godforsaken mortals. He had at least thought getting Kelly wrapped around his little finger would’ve brought him some pleasure in the meantime… but no. The little bitch was holding out on him.

And he was furious.

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #dark Loki #Loki x OFC #Loki x original female character #tear you to pieces #fan fiction #Loki Laufeyson

71 notes · View notes

vminity21 · 4 years ago

Text

Recompense | myg

Pairing: student!yoongi x student!reader, college!au f2l

Word Count: 2,925

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning(s): language, mention of death of a relative; Rated: pg 13

Summary: Underneath the tough exterior is truly grief, yet Yoongi is unable to execute it well until he discovers that you relate to him more than he realized. Sometimes learning that you are not alone is the best form of healing.

Credits to: @suhdays for making such a beautiful cover!! And thank you @cyberkryptonitecupcake for making the request! I really hope you like it!

Rain clouds encompass campus as easily as entering the end of a thread into a needle. At least, that’s the analogy you groggily come up with and you are sticking with it. Compiling your textbooks into your backpack, you trace your steps in finding your dorm key and with a brief look in the mirror, you inhale and exhale slowly. You can do this today. You are smart. You have great hair. You will not annoy Yoongi for the millionth time in two days. It has taken a lot over the years to give yourself positive affirmations to start your day as your mother always taught you to do so, but when she had passed, you went a very long time without encouraging yourself at all.

But that’s the secret you keep. With no social media for anyone to discreetly look at of you, you bury the heartbreak as best as you can because overall you know that your mother is proud of you. She would want you to stay positive; she would want you to smile not only for you but for the sake of others. Stepping onto the sidewalk, you put in your airpods with an upbeat tune as you saunter to class. You were partnered for a project with Min Yoongi, and one thing you have learned is that he is not your biggest fan for reasons you are uncertain. Maybe it has to do with how much you antagonize him with your charms? Maybe it has to do with the irresistible way you cut letters out of construction paper. Who even knows? But…. He does have a cute bu-

The brief collide of a large shoulder astonishes you as you jolt to remove an airpod, “Hobi, are you insane?” You stifle a large smile as he scrunches his nose at you.

“Saw the perfect opportunity and I took it.”

“Well, good for you. How are you and Monnie holding up? This project is intense.”

“Firstly, I better confess before she calls me out. She’s done all the work. Secondly, is it the project? Or the partner?”

Flashing your best friend with a warning look, you keep the subject away from Yoongi. “Of course, your girlfriend has done all the work! What is the point of a boyfriend if he is completely useless!”

“Excuse me, Heathen. I’ve come up with some of the facts that we have to present so I have put in a smidge of my time.” He shakes his head, ruffling his strands from his laughing eyes.

“You better be glad she loves you. I’d washi tape your eyes closed. And then superglue wiggle eyes in your hair.”

“I’d also give him a mullet and replace his eyebrows with pipe cleaners. Hello guys,” Monnie joins from the library as all of you continue to class.

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t fight back?” Hoseok muses while laying a steady hand upon his beloved tendrils in preparation to protect.

“I have my ways, peasant.”

Feigning to be nervous, Hoseok’s gaze flickers between you and Monnie. “I don’t know what kind of vile thoughts are festering within your skulls, but I do not want any part of it. But, to return your question because I have human decency unlike you stale croutons, how is the project going with Yoongry?”

“Hobi, how many times do I have to tell you that he’s not angry, he’s just… I don’t know difficult.”

“Seems angry to me, ow!” Hoseok rubs his side from where Monnie jabbed him with her elbow upon entering the classroom.

“Sh! He’s right over there,” Monnie whispers in warning. Yoongi is leaned in his chair with arms crossed, his intimidating gaze observes the room while his tousled, black hair reveals his forehead. As much as you hate to admit this, you are very attracted to him- especially when his eyes move to find you. Shit! Smiling in his direction as happily as you can muster, he briefly rolls his eyes in response before returning his gaze to the front where you happen to make a quick trip to the professor.

“Um, Professor Namjoon, how are you doing?”

“Ah! My straight A student, I am wonderful, how are you?”

“I am doing great, Professor, just wanted to let you know that I read over the articles you suggested for the project! Super helpful!” You gleam.

Yoongi eyes you as you continue your conversation with Professor Namjoon. One thing he has picked up on is how much you like to people please which is something he has never fully understood about the human population in general. Nobody should have to go out of their way just to make someone happy if they do not want to, but then again, it’s hard for him to express his emotions especially after his mother passed away before the semester even started.

“Good morning!” Your chirpy voice resonates with the intention of making Yoongi smile, but instead he murmurs his greetings in response.

“You studied over Furosemide last night, haven’t you? That’s one of the major heart medications used in the veterinary field.”

“I sure did. You studied up on pimobendan as well, correct?” The project is based on medications for congestive heart failure and the importance of why they are needed along with the explanation of what happens within the heart when it is functioning abnormally. ‘Lucky, I got stuck doing a project on the prostate,’ Hoseok’s whine echoes in the forefront of your brain.

After a few seconds, you can’t seem to refrain from taking Yoongi’s presence in. He really grew up to be so handsome. The thin curve of his chin, his button nose, his soft, umber eyes and the way he gels his hair in place, even the scent of him is alluring.

“Staring at me isn’t going to get the job done,” he mumbles, slipping the rolled poster behind him to unravel upon the desk.

“Looking at you?” You jump, frantically moving to gather the materials needed to decorate the project. “I’d rather look at a pin cushion.”

“It probably would appreciate it if you didn’t stare at it either.”

Squinting your eyes at him, your mouth open and shuts multiple times without a subtle comeback. “What is with you? You know I’m not going to cower until you smile, right?”

Shoulders tensing, Yoongi peers at you, “Can you take anything seriously for at least one second?”

“If taking this project would help boost my immune system, sure, why not.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you need a dose of sunshine. Hoseok has a contagious smile, why don’t I introduce?”

You are unaware of the grip you have on the chair beside you, trying everything you can to maintain your happy façade no matter how much you are tempted to let it crumble. How was your mom so good at handling people like this? There has to be something deeper tormenting him to resonate so much hatred to whatever it is he is clinging to.

“I would prefer to be introduced to a tree. Now if you’ll so kindly hand me the stencil sheet, I will begin formulating words to define the jobs of the atriums versus the ventricles before tracing the letters.”

“I’ll leave you to it then. In the meantime, I’m going to grab a coffee, I’ll be right back.” Shuffling to retrieve your wallet, you are sure Professor Namjoon wouldn’t notice the few minutes that you would be gone and for what it’s worth, you need a moment to relax. What happened to make him so cold? Unbeknownst to you, a picture of your mother swoops to the ground to land at the tip of Yoongi’s shoe. Eyebrows scrunching, he bends to pick up the picture to see a woman whose smile matches yours, but not only that, there is a familiarity about her as if he has seen her before.

“Miss Jeon?” Memories swarm his mind of his childhood where an exuberant joy was in the air mingled with the smell of chocolate chip cookies. A little girl chased him around the backyard while giggles reverberated throughout the atmosphere. Miss Jeon would call out for you guys when the treats were ready and would always make sure Yoongi had everything he needed when he would come to visit. But that little girl who was his best friend as a child happened to be none other than you. How had he not recognized you? Another memory resurfaces, one of his own mother sharing laughter with yours. They had been friends, too.

From what is written on the back of the portrait, it is revealed that your mother is no longer on earth right beside you the same as his mother left this world so soon. Tears gather in his eyes as the shame overwhelms his chest in all entirety. Who was he to judge you based on your happiness? If you could lose someone who obviously meant the world to you and can still maintain your kindness, then why can’t he?

Bustling of the other students is loud enough to not focus in on the man whose world has seemed to halt. Swallowing roughly, he tries steadying the picture with his quivering hands as a tear drips off his cheek. His mother would be disappointed in how he coped with his anger and today was the day he would need to make a change. And he will. When you return, the Styrofoam cup warm in your palm, you set it onto the table, “Alright, now that I’ve retreated for a few minutes, I would hope your top tier attitude has-”

Quieting immediately, you take in a trail of tears resting on Yoongi’s face. Eyebrows furrowing, you are so surprised that words do not exist in this very moment. Why is he crying? Did you say something wrong?

“I’m sorry,” he whispers through the trembling of his chin, “I’m so sorry.”

“Yoongi, what’s?” Eyes trailing to his hands, you gasp at the realization that he is holding the picture of your mother that you carry with you everywhere you go. Before you can even verbalize anything, Yoongi hands you the picture without a word and exits the classroom while you stand there in silence.

Days pass and you haven’t seen nor have heard from Yoongi. Running your hands over your face, you’re leaned over your desk with nothing but the days events cycling heavily on your brain. Any form of homework has not been touched, and Professor Namjoon seemed to fully understand the circumstances of why you needed to leave class early. Collecting the materials as well as the posterboard, Hoseok and Monnie had helped you carry everything back to your dorm and offered to stay with you for the evening, but you declined. LenLen, your roommate happens to be with her boyfriend, Jimin which saves time for you to cry.

You miss your mother more than anything in this world, and she is the first person you would have called if she had been alive. How did you miss the picture falling out of your backpack when you grabbed your wallet? Deep down you always knew who Min Yoongi was, he was your ‘soulmate’ when the pair of you were children. Your mothers would always joke about a future of grandchildren with the absolute assurance that you and Yoongi were destined to be husband and wife. Unfortunately, you and your mother had to relocate for her job opportunity and you never saw Yoongi again until you recognized him the beginning of this semester.

It is funny how life works sometimes, as if an invisible string tied him to you in all aspects of life. Alas, he did not remember you, hence why you had been so lenient with his annoyance directed at you. You wanted to believe that he would wake up, and because he was so stand offish, you couldn’t find the bravery to confront him nor confess that he was your friend at one point in life. Instead, you bottled it up. When you called your brother to give an update a few days ago, he relayed the news regarding Yoongi’s mother which all made sense as to why Yoongi was so distant; your heart shattered for him as tears pooled. How could you possibly ever bring up a subject as devastating as that? But you wanted Yoongi to know that he is not alone. You are mourning as he is. If only he would realize who you are-

A soft knock on the door jolts you from your palms while sparks dance along your vision before clearing up. Confused due to not expecting anyone, you carefully step to the door, cracking it open to realize that Yoongi of all humans is standing with a bouquet of roses in his grip. “Yoongi?” You take in a sharp breath, “How did you find my dorm? I don’t remember-”

“I met Hoseok,” he says softly, “You were right, his smile is… definitely contagious but rather mischievous for lack of a better term. He told me where to go.”

Giggling, not only at his accurate description of Jung Hoseok, but also out of uncertainty because you have no idea how to truly react. Is it odd that you are very happy that Yoongi is here? Gaze flitting to the roses, you are in awe of how beautiful they are against the dark shade of his trench coat. “They’re beautiful.” You say, “How did you know I loved roses?”

A gentle smirk graces his lips, the closest to a smile you have ever seen, and you have never felt your heart pitter patter the way it just did. “I remember always seeing them in a vase when my mother and I would visit.” His fingers stir along the plastic cover around the stems, “Really, I am so sorry. You did not deserve to be treated that way. I was wrong to take my frustrations out on you. Not that this is an excuse but, my mother-”

Reaching your fingers to lightly press to the back of his hand, he stops as his eyes widen. “Why don’t you come in?” You whisper, and straight way he enters, following you to a sofa set off to the side. “My brother told me about your mother. Yoongi, I am so sorry about that. She was the sweetest woman. My mom always missed her after we moved.”

“And mine always missed your mother,” you take the roses and swiftly prepare a vase of water to settle them in, decorating the kitchen counter with the beauty of the red petals. “I think… I think I just blocked out that time in my life because I hated that you weren’t there with me anymore.”

Your heart skips a beat. Did Yoongi eventually remember everything after all? “I was heartbroken, too.” Turning to lean your back against the counter, you cross your arms to try to bring some comfort to the anxious feeling beneath your chest. The pain of the losses will never go away, but the man across the room will end up being the bloom of happiness that you will need, and you will be his solace- the one person who will remind him that he is not alone. He has you. “I don’t want to hear another apology, okay?”

His mouth falls open, “But-”

“Nay, you shan’t.”

“Really though, how will I ever repay you for my actions? I should have never forgotten about you.”

Arms still crossed, you gradually near him as he stands to his feet, your eyes connect with his, “All I want you to know is that you are not alone. Sure, you may not have known who I was majority of the semester, but at least you know now.” When his gaze, filled with guilt, strays, you move your head to regain his focus. “Yoongi, really, you remember me now. So, lets try to live life the way our mothers would want us to.” Your voice breaks, knowing how proud they must be of the pair of you reconciling and reuniting after years of being apart. “Besides, we have a lot to learn, and a project to finish, so whaddya say?”

For the first time in years, you get to see it, the gummy smile glowing from his face as he shakes his head at you. “Must I be reminded of that wretched thing? I’d prefer to shave my eyebrows.”

“You have a sense of humor?” You tease lightheartedly as you nudge his shoulder with your knuckles. “I knew you had it in you!” Chuckling, he reaches for your frame to pull into a tight embrace, you immediately relax into his mold while you breathe in the crisp scent of his cologne. “Goodness, you smell like a dream. If our moms were correct about our future, I am not going to be disappointed!” For once, the pair of you feel complete even if sorrow will awake from time to time- as Yoongi squeezes you tighter, you bury into the crook of his neck, pressing a small kiss to his warm skin. “We better make an A+.”

Pulling away slightly, to rest his forehead upon yours, he is still smiling, “Following up with some extra credit.”

“Agreed,” you beam, letting his warmth encompass you to its full extent, when you almost lose balance due to him shifting his feet, he catches you.

“I’m so-”

“Gah!” Your fingers brush his lips, “What did I tell you?”

“No more apologies.”

#btswritingcafe #btswriterscollective #bangtanhq #heartsforbts #kafenetwork #yoongi #min yoongi #bts #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #2k +#min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

175 notes · View notes

imagine-loki · 4 years ago

Text

Tear You To Pieces, Chapter 5

TITLE: Tear You To Pieces CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was sent to make up for his deeds by helping out The Avengers at the tower. Everyone thinks he’s changed, but he is just biding his time. He manipulates and uses someone who works there, who has a crush on him, to get exactly what he wants. RATING: M

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: DARK LOKI, RAPE/NON-CON, MANIPULATION, MURDER, VIOLENCE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, KIDNAPPING