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you’re famous and you want to hide out in my bookstore which is fine except the stupid paparazzi won’t leave and now there’s a photo of us in the tabloids and they’re printing misinformation and why the fuck won’t you clear this up on your twitter account - Meet Ugly #71

It is a quiet day.

If Loki's honest, nearly every day at work is a quiet day for him--spent filling online orders and carefully mailing off the books, the ticking of the clock interrupted rarely by the ringing of the phone, and even more rarely by the front bell ringing.

LaFey's Rare Books has never been the most happening of bookstores, and Loki wouldn't have it any other way. Surrounded mostly by banks and offices, on a very quiet street, the only people who arrive usually know exactly what they're looking for.

Which is why the current customer is a problem.

"Sir," Loki says, attempting to keep his annoyance out of his voice.

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11. my old dealer is moving to be with his boyfriend, so he hooks me up with you and you refuse to sell to me because I cut in front of you in line one time YEARS ago and I’m not even sure that it was me. this is ridiculous - Meet Ugly #11

"Trust me, he's cool," Clint says as he neatly finishes tying the ribbon around the flower basket. "Really good quality stock, good eye for arrangements. He's been in the business longer than me." He leans back, looking at the basket.

"If you say so," Tony says, crossing his arms. "Are you sure you don't want me to just buy the shop and keep you here?"

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I've decided the titles are going to refer to the number of the prompt on the masterlist, just so I can keep track of which ones I have and have not completed.


Heyo, this one is Kylux because they're both angry dramatic nerds.


06. in a moment of stupidity, I keyed what I thought was my ex’s car only to be surprised when you come screaming towards me. -Meet Ugly Prompt #6


Kylo leans back on heels, examining his work--Fuck you in foot high letters across the driver's side doors, ragged and gray metal exposed like bone against the glossy black paint. He shakes his hand loose, grinning at his work. Sure, his wrist feels like shit now, and that key was probably useless now, but god, it was worth it just to get back at Dameron for being--well, Dameron


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 A better late than never fill for my [community profile] happystevebingo card, which you can view here . 

Deciduous

Steve double checks his bag--sketchbook, pastels, setting spray. Pencil case with a couple pencils, the gummy eraser, the rubber one. A book, for if he changes his mind once he gets to the park, some water. Assured it's all in order, he closes it up and slings it over his shoulder.

"Be back in a bit," he calls out to what seems empty air.

"Have a good trip, sir," Jarvis replies, voice smooth and soothing as ever. It still, sometimes, gives Steve's goosebumps, but Jarvis themself isn't the problem.


It's hard, picking a favourite season. There's good cases to be made for all of them, and as much as he sees people debate it online, Steve doesn't even have a grudge against winter.  But as he walks to the park, the air turning his cheeks pink, he has to say that autumn certainly makes a strong case; maybe even as strong as late spring.

No one really pays Steve any mind at the park; it's one of the only reasons he stays in New York and at the tower with the other Avengers. Everywhere else, he's a celebrity, too well known to go about his day--here, though, he's just another guy. Besides, it's good to be near the rest of the team if there's an emergency. He picks out a spot under a tree with a view over the lake and gets to work, trying to capture a little of the warmth and radiance of the trees before they go into their winter slumbers.

"That's really good," a voice says.

Steve looks up, startled. A man is standing next to him, tall and lean and well-dressed. His eyes are sharp, skin the kind of smooth that only comes from youth or a lifetime of careful control.

"Well thank you," Steve says, managing to smother the instinctive urge to hide his work.

The man looks away, out at the view that Steve has been drawing, then back at Steve.

"Do you take commissions?" he asks.

"Uh, I... not really? Maybe." Steve's a little surprised; whoever this person is, he doesn't seem to know who Steve is. 

"Mm, well if you do." The man pulls a business card from the inside breast pocket of his suit, hands it to Steve. The paper is thick, expensive, and it is blank except for the glossy black embossed letters across the center; when Steve tilts the card, they sheen magpie greens and blues. He reads:

Loki LaFey
Investments &Solutions


and a phone number.

"Your work is quite beautiful," Mr. LaFey says, "and I wouldn't mind it in my office."

"I really haven't done commission work, but I'll let you know."

"Good," LaFey says. He gives Steve's sketchbook one last look, and then he leaves, steps clipped and long and fast, a sharp silhouette against the afternoon light and fall colors.

"Well, I'll be damned," Steve says, turning the card over to find a magpie. He has no idea who this guy is, or if he'll even do work for him but...

it's nice, being approached for his art and not for being Captain America.


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