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shy-marker-pliers · 3 years

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finally doing The Writing again, boys

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tattoo/florist AU made by my pal @lamiasluck check her blog out if u haven't already :3

Warnings: dangerous amounts of wholesome

The day began like any other, with Host snorting and jolting awake, startled by his alarm. he stretched with a hum before tossing his covers off of himself and feeling around his nightstand for his glasses. once he had them on and could actually see, he trudged out of bed and over to his dresser to grab his clothes for the day. after a quick shower and hair brushing, host donned his floral collared shirt and cardigan. and then he began the walk to work.

the walk in question was just a quick trip down the stairs. his apartment was right above his plant shop, after all. before opening, he made sure all of the potted plants were adequately watered and misted, trimmed the tiny bonsai trees by the door, and snipped off any dead leaves. it was feeding day for the venus flytraps too, so he gave them their dried mealworms. then he walked over to the door, switched on the light-up 'open' sign, and waited.

host's little shop definitely wasn't the most popular in the city, but it made more than enough to keep him and his plants comfortable. what more could a man ask for, honestly? the day started out normally, with a few customers stopping by for bouquets to bring to early morning coffee shop dates. occasionally, a parent would come in with their child to look around for a while and maybe buy some seeds. third shift workers on their way home stopped buy for something here and there.

it was at noon, however, that the day began to get interesting. host became aware of the two large vans across the street when he heard the telltale 'thunk' of a ramp and the dragging of several heavy objects. with no one in the store, host figured he could watch for a bit.

he couldn't quite tell what the new business was yet, as most of the objects were on boxes. occasionally a couple of movers would carry an upholstered chair, stool, or a small table into the building. two men, not in moving company uniforms, darted around like hummingbirds making sure everything was going alright. host was too far away to make out too much, what with his eyesight and all, but he did see someone rolling in what looked to be an adjustable reclining chair. he tilted his head, ever more intrigued.

he sighed and turned back to the shop, deciding that he should get back to the front desk. he'd spy on the neighbors more later.

after helping a frazzled teenager try and find flowers for their mother's birthday and assisting a sweet and polite older lady in selecting some nice lilac bushes for her garden, it was almost closing time. so, host locked the register and began the rounds to check his inventory. florist shops are just cesspools of theft, after all. once he had everything accounted for, he went to turn off his sign.

as he emerged from the isles to do just that, the little bell over his door rang. glancing up, he saw two figures enter his shop. from what he could tell, they were the same men from across the street that he'd been watching so intently earlier that day.

the first, standing in front of the other wore a pastel yellow sweater and ripped jeans. he had what appeared to be a tattoo of a pixelized heart on his wrist. the wore a happy and curious expression on his face.

the second looked much more timid. he was shorter in stature and had a yellow scarf tied around his neck, along with a simple black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up. like host, he wore big round glasses. his hair was a mess, and host couldn't help but notice the tiny freckles on his cheeks and nose.

uh. what was he doing again..? right, right. they're customers, gotta greet the customers.

"Er- Hello. welcome to the hidden garden plant shop. is there anything in particular you're looking for today?"

yellow spoke up. "Hi! um, not really, no. we really just came over to say hi. we saw your shop from across the street, so we thought we'd pop in. it's good to meet neighbors. oh goodness, where are my manners- My name's oliver, and this-“ he tilted his head backwards in the direction of the other man, “-is my boyfriend, eric.”

not a peep from eric. just a small wave as he kept his eyes glued to the floor.

“we just moved here to start our own tattoo and piercing place. we were with a bigger brand before, but we wanted to make our own hours, be able to decorate and do business how we want, that kind of stuff.”

this...was not what the host imagined the owners of a tattoo parlor to look like. not that he was complaining. better these two than some big scary guys who would drive away his customers.

“well, i’m the host. it’s nice to meet you both. my story isn’t quite as interesting as yours, i’m afraid. i started this business about five years ago because of my love for plants, and that’s pretty much all there is to it.” he shrugged.

Eric tugged at oliver’s sleeve and gestured to the piece of paper advertising the store’s hours. he had apparently noticed that it was about five minutes past closing time.

“oh! sorry, i didn’t mean to keep you for so long. but we’re closed on sundays, so maybe we’ll see you then?” oliver said with an adorably crooked smile.

“Uh..y-yeah, alright. but first...” host spun on his heel and quickly grabbed two small succulent plants off of a shelf, holding them out. “here. consider it a housewarming present. they don’t need to be waters much and look great on little tables or desks.

oliver beamed as he took the two small pots and handed one to eric, who now had a tiny smile as well as he looked at the plant like he had just been handed a puppy.

“Wow- um, thanks..!” he said with a quick glance up.

a couple of polite goodbyes and the two were headed out. but just before the door closed, host heard eric speak.

“I’m gonna name mine charlie. how ‘bout you, ollie?”

host had decided. he liked these two.

(ok thx for reading i literally cranked this out in an hour so if it’s bad no it isn’t.)

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years

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give a little: chapter two (jj maybank x oc)

MASTERLIST

pairing: jj maybank x oc

synopsis: charlotte “charlie” walker is a rising senior at the university of south carolina, an exercise science major, a kappa, and is back in the outer banks for the summer. she’s stubborn as hell, isn’t rich enough to be a kook or poor enough to be a pogue, and is used to being in the background. she and jj both go to USC, her sorority and his frat (beta) running in the same social circles but the two rarely speak at school. things change when they run into each other at the boneyard in the summer.

warnings: drinking, swearing, mentions of sex, all characters are 21+

mainly filler!

wordcount: 2.6k

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JJ nodded. “Alright, good night Charlie. I’ll see you around.” He leaned in slightly, like he was about to kiss her, then changed his mind at the last second.

She realized her eyes had almost fluttered shut in anticipation, then shook her head, taking a large step away from him. “See you around, JJ,” she replied over her shoulder before going inside.

She shut the door behind her and leaned up against it, smiling to herself. Maybe JJ Maybank wasn’t all that bad.

JJ had walked all the way home that night with a dopey smile on his face. It took him 45 minutes to get back to his side of the island, but he decided it was worth it to get Charlie home safe. The next morning, he woke up early and was at the kitchen table of the Chateau, scrolling through his phone like a madman. John B ambled out from his bedroom, confused at why JJ was already up. “Dude, you just disappeared last night. Did you hook up with Charlotte?” He asked.

JJ shook his head, intent on whatever was on his phone screen. “No, of course not, and she prefers Charlie.”

“Okay…” John B took the seat across from him, intrigued by his friend’s strange demeanor. “What are you looking for?”

“Look, I didn’t get her number last night, and I found her Instagram but I don’t want to slide in her DMs and be all creepy. So I texted two girls in Kappa that would know her, but I kind of ghosted them after we hooked up so obviously no response there. I even thought about seeing if she’s on Facebook but no one is on Facebook anymore.”

John B just gaped at him in response.

“What?” JJ snapped, annoyed.

“I mean, it’s just...I’ve never seen you like this about a girl before,” John B laughed. “Did you even kiss her?”

JJ shook his head and ran his hand through his hair in distress. “Of course not, she was drunk.”

John B scoffed mockingly, shaking his head. “Like that’s ever stopped you before. Why are you so set on this girl?”

“Have you seen her? Plus, I want to prove I don’t have a reputation. We go to the same school, we might as well be friends,” JJ reasoned.

“Yeah. Okay. Friends is what you’re after,” John B replied, dubious, as Pope walked into the Chateau.

“Who wants to be friends?” He asked.

“JJ claims he just spent a good hour tracking down Charlotte on his phone just so they can be friends,” John B told Pope, shaking his head.

Pope had the same reaction as John B. “I haven’t heard that one before. Did you guys hook up?”

“Why does everyone assume that? And John B, I told you she goes by Charlie.” JJ replied, going back to his phone.

“Such a simp.” John B punched JJ’s arm lightly.

“You’re one to talk, have you seen yourself with Sarah?” JJ snapped, shoving John B back.

Pope laughed. “You’re both simps, but JJ, you know her family’s ice cream shop is right next to the Wreck, right? Why don’t you just go find her there?”

“Oh my god, Pope, that’s the best idea you’ve had in centuries! Let’s go.” JJ practically jumped out of his seat, before Pope clapped him on the shoulder to stop him.

“You think the shop is gonna be open at 9 am?”

JJ slumped back down in the chair with a groan.

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Later that next morning, Charlie woke to a couple texts from Grace after she had confirmed she got home safe.

Grace: so JJ Maybank took you all the way home and you didn’t even kiss

Grace: like, THE LIST JJ Maybank

Charlie laughed, reading the texts and shot off a quick reply.

Charlie: nothing happened, like I told you. he’s not into me like that at all

Grace: i just don’t want u to get hurt like u did with rafe

Charlie: that feels like so long ago, I’m not gonna let that happen again

Grace: i mean it was only 5 months ago, i’m looking out for u ok

Grace: and remember this is JJ we’re talking about here, of all people

Charlie: I know. talk to you later

After getting ready for the day and pulling on her uniform, Charlie sighed before looking over her slightly-hungover appearance in the mirror. “Another day, another dollar.” She yelled goodbye to her parents, slipping out the door before they could berate her again for not staying in to watch her brother - even though he was eleven and definitely old enough to be at home alone. Unluckily for Charlie, her little brother Jamie was also old enough to notice her sneaking out and waited up to tell their parents the second they came home from date night.

Charlie got in her car and inhaled deeply once she realized she could still smell JJ in the fabric of her front seat. After a moment, she caught herself. “Get a grip, Charlie,” she muttered to herself, then drove to work.

She prepared the shop and just as she was unlocking the front door to open it to the public, Kiara walked out from the Wreck.

“Hey, Charlie! I didn’t know you were back for the summer.” She greeted her warmly, waving to catch her attention.

They had been friends in high school, nothing close, but close enough for her to know that she wouldn’t be caught dead being called Charlotte. The two had drifted apart once they went to separate schools, Charlie at the University of South Carolina for exercise science and Kiara at the University of North Carolina Wilmington for marine biology, but they kept in touch through social media.

“Kiara, hey! Yeah, just working with the family business, you know how that goes. Um, sorry we didn’t really talk last night, JJ was -”

“JJ was being annoying, I know.” Kiara interrupted, laughing. “Trust me, you don’t need to explain about him. He got you home safe though?”

“Yeah, definitely. Just drove me home. It was nice.” Charlie smiled.

“Is the list you were talking about real?” Kiara asked. “I hope not, I mean I knew JJ was bad in high school and he doesn’t really date, but he doesn’t seem to really brag about girls when we hang out.”

Charlie gave a slight grimace, nodding. “It’s real. It started as a joke, honestly, but then it turned out to be pretty helpful to know who to avoid. But yeah, JJ’s not at the top just for kicks.”

“Oh my god, you’d think with all the lectures I gave him and Ted talks I sent him he would know better. I love the guy, but I know how he works.” Kiara shook her head and gave her an apologetic smile on his behalf.

Charlie shrugged. “I think he just flirts too much and doesn’t realize how quickly girls fall for it. I don’t know. Hey, I have to open, but I’ll see you around? We should catch up.”

Kiara smiled. “Definitely. I’ll text you. Bye, Charlie,” she nodded as she left.

Charlie returned to behind the counter, servicing a handful of families over the lunch rush until the customers died off around 2pm. The A/C hardly worked in the shop and all the spare fans were pointed toward the ice cream, refrigeration cranked up high, but Charlie was still a sweaty mess. After not having customers for a good half hour, she pulled off her apron and stood in the back, then peeled off her shirt for good measure, wearing her bikini top underneath. She sighed in relief as the cool air hit her skin, leaning against the wall. Her relief was short-lived and she jumped when she heard the bell of the door opening, peeking around the corner. “Fuck,” she muttered, grabbing her shirt again.

JJ, John B and Pope walked in and John B glanced around. “See, she’s not even here -”

Charlie quickly pulled her shirt back over her head as she walked out, JJ doing a double take at the sight of her dressing.

Pope elbowed John B to get him to shut up and smiled pleasantly at Charlie. “Hi Charlott - uh, Charlie, nice to see you again! I didn’t know you worked here.”

She smiled at his fumbling of her name. “Hi Pope. Yeah, um, Walker Ice Creams, my family runs the business. I’m just working here while I’m home for the summer.”

“Very cool.” Pope nodded, then stepped on JJ’s foot out of view.

JJ yelped before Pope shot a glare at him. “Hi Charlie!” JJ greeted, a little too brightly.

She quirked an eyebrow at his demeanor. “You okay?”

“Yeah, are you okay?” He replied, trying to flirt and failing miserably.

John B gave JJ a look and mouthed “what the fuck are you doing” to him before turning to Charlie. “Excuse this dumbass. Can I have a cone of mint chocolate chip please?”

“And I’ll take a cup of the cookies and cream,” Pope chimed in, trying to cover for JJ’s weirdness. JJ scanned over all the flavors, watching as Charlie scooped for the two of them.

“Do you want anything, Maybank?” She questioned, and it was like a light had flickered on in his brain at the sound of the nickname.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” He asked.

“The chocolate fudge brownie. I have a big sweet tooth though, so it might be too much,” she shrugged.

“I’ll take a cone of that, please. I love chocolate. And, uh…” he paused, before feeling his wallet in his back pocket. “I’ll pay for all of us.”

John B and Pope whipped their heads over in surprise. “It’s okay, JJ, we can pay for our own -” Pope offered before JJ cut him off.

“Nope, I got it! My treat. You’re welcome,” JJ responded, talking through gritted teeth with the last words.

Charlie rang them up after handing out their ice creams. “Thanks again for taking me home last night. I obviously hadn’t planned on being too drunk to drive, so...”

JJ waved his hand in dismissal. “It’s no problem, I just wanted to be sure you were home safe. Are you coming to the next Boneyard party?”

“You guys already have another one planned? When is it?” Charlie asked and JJ panicked, looking over at John B and Pope for assistance.

“Uh, this Friday?” John B said questioningly.

“Yeah, exactly, this Friday. You should come.” JJ grinned.

“Yeah, maybe.” She responded, seeming uninterested.

JJ frowned a little at her lack of enthusiasm. “Right, well, I’ll see you around then.”

The three of them walked out and immediately started arguing out of Charlie’s earshot once they got outside. Charlie didn’t notice, cleaning up, til Pope came back in a moment later with a crumpled up napkin in his fist. “I think you dropped this,” he said as he set it on the counter then walked back out. Charlie waited for the boys to walk away before opening it, seeing “JJ - 252-630-8416” scrawled on it in Pope’s neat handwriting. She smiled to herself and shook her head, then pocketed the napkin.

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Later that day, the Pogues were all out on the water, hanging out. John B and Pope were eagerly retelling the story of the ice cream shop to Kie, JJ interjecting multiple times with lies of different lines he had “flirted” with. “And after all that, he still chickened out and didn’t get her number.” John B finished the story dramatically.

“Don’t worry, JJ, I saved your awkward conversation.” Pope claimed proudly, crossing his arms.

JJ gave him a wary look. “What did you do?”

Pope grinned. “When I told you guys I went back because I left my keys in there, I actually gave her a napkin with your number on it. You’re welcome.”

JJ immediately responded by punching him in the arm, Pope groaning. “What the hell, Pope! Now I look desperate!”

Kiara tilted her head, confused. “You know, I saw her earlier when she opened the shop. I have her number, you could have just asked for it.”

JJ practically jumped out of his seat to grab Kiara’s phone. “You could have spared me all that! Holy hell, Kie, give it to me.”

She frowned, holding her phone out of his reach. “No. You should only have it if she wants you to have it.”

JJ sat down with a defeated sigh, knowing not to push her or he’d earn another lecture about feminism from Kiara. He slumped in his chair dramatically. “I’m never gonna talk to her at this rate.”

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After her shift, Charlie went over to Grace’s house to wind down for the night. Grace greeted her at the door and immediately lifted her friend’s hair off her neck.

Charlie ducked out of her grip, walking in the house. “Hey! What are you doing?”

Grace smirked and crossed her arms. “Checking for hickies.”

Charlie blushed slightly and groaned. “Grace, I swear to god, nothing happened!”

Grace laughed. “Just being sure! I can’t blame him if something did, he’d be stupid not to make a move on you.”

“It’s not like that,” Charlie shook her head. “If he was ever vaguely interested, he would have said something at one of our Kappa mixers.”

Grace poured them both a glass of wine and flopped onto the couch with her. “Would you have considered it? If he did make a move?”

Charlie ran the tip of her finger around the wine glass, avoiding her friend’s inquisitive gaze. “Um. I don’t know. He’s probably bad news.”

Grace nodded. “Exactly. I mean, he’s hot, but at what cost? Just find a Touron at a Boneyard party. It’s been more than enough time though, you need to get laid.”

Charlie sputtered, choking on her sip of wine. “Grace!”

Her friend just rolled her eyes and handed her a napkin. “Think about it. You broke it off with Rafe three whole months ago and you’ve only been on one date since. And you lied and told me you hooked up with that Beta just to get me off your back. It’s not like you don’t have any options either, you practically rejected half the soccer team -”

Charlie blushed. “Okay, okay, Grace, I get your point. I just don’t know if I’m ready. I mean, the way we ended things wasn’t -”

“No.” Grace interrupted. “You broke it off with him, it wasn’t a we decision, because he’s a lying, cheating bastard. You didn’t deserve any of that. What you do deserve is a good old-fashioned dick appointment. Just not with JJ Maybank.”

Charlie laughed in spite of herself. “He and John B and Pope came into the ice cream shop today. They said there’s a party Friday, I guess we could go?” She offered halfheartedly, fishing the napkin with JJ’s number on it out of her pocket.

“What is that?” Grace raised her eyebrows.

“Um, JJ’s number, Pope passed it on,” Charlie shrugged. “I’m probably not gonna do anything with it but I thought I’d keep it just in case.”

Grace reached over and plucked it out of her hands, promptly ripping it into pieces despite Charlie’s feeble protest. “We went over this, I told you that boy’s no good for you. Will you let me do your makeup and pick out an outfit?”

“Why’d you have to - ugh, yeah, sure. Whatever makes you happy,” she teased.

Grace clapped together her hands in excitement. “We’re gonna get you laaaiddd!” She sang, making Charlie blush again and whine in response.

“I hate you.”

Grace laughed. “No you don’t. You love me.”

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Loki Baby Pt 17

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Silently across the floor in his much missed pair of slippers Loki strode crossing your room in flossing pajama pants and a long tuning hanging to his knees with the sleeves he had pulled up to keep from fidgeting with the buttons securing the ends of them. From the doorway he admired the lights cascading around you and he asked, “Did you sleep well?”

Shifting on your feet his eyes met yours in his step closer hearing, “Feels like it. Did you?”

“Not much. Mother and I caught up. A breakfast is being prepared, I have already woken our guests and captives.”

“Well Steve won’t have to worry long. I can take him back after we eat.”

Loki, “So soon?”

“It would be a quick trip no need to spoil your relaxing. I could pop there and back, grant you more time to spend with her. Peter seems to be up for some exploring so I can take Steve and Ronan home and we can see where we’re taking him off to first. Seems he needs some adventures of his own after being lost for five years.”

Loki smirked leaning in, “So much for that pretend cold exterior, your warm heart is showing.” With a cupping of your cheek his lips met yours for a lingering kiss.

Brushing your nose against his through his smirk you murmured, “What can I say, I gravitate towards misfits lost in time.”

“He is charming.” Another kiss was stolen and the hand on your cheek lowered to tangle in yours. “Something close to a younger brother at times. As long as I get to go I wouldn’t mind traveling with you.”

“I would only ever leave you behind if you asked.”

“I would never ask.” With a tilt of his head he showed you to the others waiting in the dining room around the same golden table to fill your seats as Frigga did the same smiling at her son just now releasing your hand to ease your chair in for you.

Steve across the table said, “Morning.” Adjusting Tasha in his arm accepting the bowl of pureed food and a small spoon from a servant to feed her with. “Sleep well?”

“I did, thank you. Yourself?”

Steve’s brow inched up, “Oh, you mean knowing I was being held captive on this planet, taken from my wife and home.”

Loki murmured, “Sounds familiar.” Making Steve look at him with a brow raised.

“I realize you’re angry with me but don’t take it out on the Asgardians. They have been nothing but kind to you and all of us under these circumstances. I’ve explained why you are being sent back to 2018, I’m not going to hash it out again, Peggy understands the rules and agreed to the terms. With her usual schedule nothing really would change, every three weeks without seeing her girl so she can work to her heart’s content and you handle Tasha’s care. Nothing really changes, you get your family and the future advantages.”

Steve, “Everything changes, what happens to past me? Do I just die again? Now Peggy’s a Widow and can’t ever talk about Tasha or me?”

“You are divorced, and Peggy will get through. In her job she is not meant to boast on her family anyways. However, Tasha will be said to be in your care living with distant relatives and a boarding school after that. All easily explained.”

Steve, “I don’t have family.”

Lifting your fork you stabbed a slice of the diced potato scramble, “Now you’re just being obstinate.”

Steve, “What if I don’t agree to the divorce?”

“Don’t need to you’ve already signed the papers,” parting his lips, “Now you can go back to flirting with Peggy’s niece.” Smirking behind his glass Peter took a sip at Steve’s brows furrowing in your first bite mentally commenting ‘ooh burrrn’ on your verbal battle.

Steve, “I didn’t know who she was.”

Jack smirked, “Welcome to the Time Traveler’s dilemma, to flirt or not to flirt. Choose your bed fellows carefully, could turn out to be a relative of someone you loved, or hated, or tried to eat you.”

Peter asked with wide eyes, “People try to eat you?”

Jack chuckled, “I don’t make a lot of friends in my line of work. Threats of being eaten aren’t common, but not unheard of. Don’t worry, we won’t take you anywhere too dangerous.”

Steve asked with feigned excitement, “Just when are we off on this adventure?”

“You are headed home after breakfast,” making his eyes snap to yours that were now on Ronan. “I can take you back as well.”

Ronan nodded his head, “That would be very kind of you. This was fun. I cannot wait to see what ripples out of our adventure this time.”

Steve, “I thought it would take days.”

“I thought you were loathing another moment on this prison of a planet.”

Steve stole a glance at Frigga and sighed, “Your planet is not a prison.”

Frigga chuckled to herself, “Oh I take no offence, you are not the first to feel that way about our planet. And if I might, you should have faith in the Frey, they have not steered us wrong. A difficult entanglement now and you just might find a greater peace from it. I understand medical reasons were why you returned, to help your people, and now your child will be safe from such issues.”

Steve, “But Peggy’s other children-,”

“All live long lives, you know, you met them at her retirement home remember? There are limits on saving the world. You meant well, we know that, but you are a bit of an idiot and fell into a trap.”

“You say that as if you’ve never fallen into a trap.” He fired back giving Tasha another spoonful of the food.

Your giggle however had him glance up to hear you say while slicing your pancakes, “Usually my traps are whole planets locked in life and death situations. Most often involving children.” That had his brow inch up, “You aren’t the only bleeding heart at this table.”

Steve teased back, “How exactly does that work with you having two hearts?”

“Makes me bigger than you. Obviously.”

Steve glanced at Ronan, “So where did she find you?”

Ronan, “I was destroying Xandar, this puny group of mortals tried to stop me.”

Steve looked at you, “You pulled him from a battle field?”

“Technically it used to be a botanical garden until his pod crashed into it.”

Steve, “Why would you attack a botanical garden? You hate gardens?”

Peter, “Were the animals ok?”

You shook your head, “No animals in their gardens,”

Ronan stated, “They believe to cage animals is another form of subjugation, and yet they still steal and enslave countless Braxians and Crovux to mind the cores of their power mills knowing it melts them from the inside out. The most efficient for the tiny access panels are their children.”

Steve, “So you are saving the children?”

Ronan locked his eyes on him, “That is how the first enslavement of my people began. We have a longstanding alliance with their people, to abandon their children would be unthinkable.”

Steve, “So you attack the whole planet?”

Ronan, “After evacuating the power mills first yes. We managed to save five thousand children we will return home once they have been medically cleared.”

Peter, “Aww, just baby saving all over the galaxy.”

Questions from the teen bubbled out through the rest of the meal until the plates were cleared and you showed Ronan and Steve back to your ship. The pair curiously taking in final glimpses of the city while you locked the Kree ships in your beam again and cracked the dials to the right date while the system was printing our Tasha’s paperwork for you. That brought Steve closer to inspect each of them, “Divorce papers, birth certificate, social security card, complete with dates to take her for her vaccinations.”

Steve, “These are legal?”

You nodded, “Yup, part of the job. Now she can get into schools and all that fun stuff as she gets older.”

Steve, “Growing older is not fun.”

“Maybe not for you. Give some looser clothes a try. Or a Dad bod.” You said cranking the last dial and lowering a lever parking the softly whirring ship. In a trot down the steps from the control panel you said, “But she is going to have a blast, I’m sure of it.” At the door you eased open he followed you and in the middle of a park you opened the door and nodded your head easing the folded papers into his pocket, “Just relax, you’ll do fine. You have friends here.” In a wink at Tasha you said, “Have fun Sky Dancer. Keep this one in line.”

Out he stepped after a head nod at Ronan and looked around taking in the familiar park with ducks in the lake making him turn and point to them saying, “You wanna see the ducks Tasha?” Moving closer at her giggling clap while you closed the door behind them seeing the Reapers fading away at the returned peaceful hum of the time stream being mended.

“What the hell was he thinking? We had a plan. You go back, get the stones and then you come back!”

A pat on Sam’s arm had him falling silent and following Bucky’s head nod, “Hey Steve!”

Turned around the blonde gave a greeting head bob and Sam muttered, “Ok, why’s he got a baby?” Crossing the grassy field he asked when they met up, “Hey buddy, who, um, who ya got there?” His eyes lingering on the blonde haired blue eyed girl nearly his double.

Steve, “This is Tasha,” the name made the pair struggle not to smirk, “My little girl.”

Bucky, “You had a baby, no wonder you’re late! Where’s the mom?”

Steve wet his lips, “Well, Peggy,”

Bucky nodded and rubbed his face, “Peggy.”

Steve, “I was told I had to come back, tore a hole in time by staying.”

Sam smirked asking, “So she gets the house you get the baby?”

Steve’s head bobbed to the side, “Something like that. How late am I?”

Bucky, “An hour, Thor’s helping the braniac squad try to get you back.”

Sam, “More importantly,” he asked looking over his long tunic, trousers and boots, “What are you wearing?”

Steve, “Ah, ya, my ride, we stopped at Asgard.”

Bucky, “Thor is gonna love to hear from you then. Let’s get you back, maybe you can help to snap Nat out of it.”

Steve, “Out of what?”

Sam, “Keeps muttering something about being snatched out of the air by this box and something about a bluebird. Soaking wet too oddly enough, just found her in the middle of the living room.”

Steve, “Bluebird?” His brows furrowing as he felt a twinge in his mind trying to remind him of something around that word and how she was saved.

Back to the Tower they went and caught the stunned expressions on the faces of those they passed in the lobby and into the lab where Steve smirked seeing tiny toddler Morgan hop off her chair and race over, “Uncle Steve!”

Into his free arm she hopped and he lifted her up saying, “Hey there Ladybug. You weren’t scared, were you?” She shook her head and he smiled, “Didn’t think so.” Kissing her cheek and moving closer to the scientists around Thor who were all looking him over.

Thor pointed at him, “Those clothes..”

Tony, “Did you steal a baby?!”

Steve, “No, she’s my baby girl.”

Bruce, “You, had a baby..”

Steve, “With Peggy, but it’s sort of complicated. I tore a hole in time, got told I had to come back.”

Scott, “But how’s that possible, you broke the time window. The watch wouldn’t work. Where is the watch? You lost it?!”

Steve glanced at Thor, who had moved closer inspecting the embroidery on his sleeve, “This is from Asgard.”

Steve nodded when their eyes met, “Your mother called her, Frey, something.” Parting the Asgardian’s lips, “But she said her name was Bluejay.”

Thor, “You found a Frey, no one has seen a Frey in thousands of years. Must have been one hell of a hole.”

Steve nodded and grinned seeing the Prince stroke Tasha’s cheek and said, “Loki seemed to be amused,”

That had Thor’s eyes back on him, “Loki was there? You are certain? But Bruce brought Loki back.”

Steve nodded, “Ya, they’re, involved him and Bluejay. He was there.”

Thor exhaled, “He knows nothing of any Frey. He would tell me.”

Steve shook his head, “But I saw him.” His eyes turned to the doorway spotting Loki strolling in with an aloof expression with a notepad in hand, “Loki! Tell them about Bluejay!”

Loki’s brow inched up and he shook his head, “I am not overly enthralled with the winged species of this planet to produce information on them at command. Welcome back, I see that my notes will no longer be necessary.” His eyes shifted to the child, “And, now there is a baby.” His eyes snapped from the girl to Steve.

“Loki, I just saw you, on Asgard with your mother and Peter and some blue guy named Ronan.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed, “Peter? The child in the living room? We just met.”

His brows clenched a bit tighter in confusion and Thor said, “He also stated you were involved with a Frey.”

That had Loki’s head shift to face his brother, “A Frey?”

Thor nodded, “Mother named her as a Frey.”

Loki looked to Steve, “Perhaps you met an older version of myself. I have not met any Frey, yet.”

Tony, “Peter was there? Peter Parker? He’s on the couch calming down with some tacos.”

Thor, “Clearly what has occurred has troubled more than we had intended to involve a Frey. It is best we let these matters lie and unfold later.”

Dr Strange, “What’s so special about A Frey?”

Loki, “They are old, very old, masters of Time itself traveling to right the mistaken Time Streams of others. Not to be trifled with. Only when matters are dire do the Frey entangle themselves with other races. Those refusing are not uncommonly wiped out of existence.”

Steve muttered, “Seemed perfectly thrilled yourself to be tangled with her.” That made Loki look up at him with a brow raised.

Tony claimed hold of Morgan and said, “This Bluejay, wouldn’t happen to have had a box with them? Nat-,”

Steve nodded, “Where is she?” Following Thor to Natasha’s usual room in the tower he found her on the bed with Hawkeye beside her holding her hand and trying to console her.

Lowly she repeated, “I know what I saw.” Her eyes shifted to Steve still full of fear in asking, “Baby?”

Steve smirked closing the distance to sit beside her, “This is my daughter Tasha,” The name had her brow inching up, “I wanted to settle down with Peggy, but I tore a hole in time. Got told to come back but I got to bring my girl. I wanted her to grow up strong like you and Peg.” Inching a grin out across her lips, “Now, Tony said you fell, got caught?”

Natasha nodded, “Called herself Bluebird, I fell through this box into a pool. There was this huge otter with her. She helped me out, next thing I know I woke up here. In the middle of the living room.”

Steve wet his lips asking, “Are you sure it wasn’t Bluejay?” her lips parted and he said, “Cuz Bluejay found me. And I saw her box, it had a pool and a waterslide inside.”

Hawkeye, “What sort of box has a waterslide inside?”

Steve said, “It’s a ship, just looks like a box on the outside, cloaking device.”

Natasha chuckled to herself, “I knew I wasn’t crazy.” Her eyes dropped to Tasha and she grinned accepting hold of the girl Steve eased into her lap.

“You’re not crazy. Apparently she’s very old, and likes to pop in and out. Not very fond of me at the moment.”

*.*

Back to Ronan’s side you strolled and caught his smirk in noting the calmer readings on your panel and he asked, “Back to Hala then?”

“After a stop.”

His brow inched up and you said, “I made you a promise some years back, that I would meet you somewhere. As a sort of thank you, I thought you might like to see this, a sort of incentive to not chase after Thanos.”

Again after a few moments of whirring he rumbled, “And just what might be the incentive?” Following you to the door you opened for him while leaning against the other. Around Xandar thousands of Kree ships hovered around his own parting his lips.

Over the intercom of your ship he could hear his own voice stating, “Bluejay! Welcome to the moment of my victory against this parasite! This moment will ring in infamy echoing through all Kree kind, none will doubt our strength, and all who dare defy us shall be cleansed! And we are honored to have you witness it, the strengthening of our allegiance, from the moment of your aid in our salvation, the path offered to us in our darkest hour. A freedom offered to us and now we extend that invitation, in your name. Welcome back, my friend.”

Smirking at the Ronan in your ship watching in teary eyed awe at their descent you answered, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, big Ro. Happy cleansing.”

Closing his eyes Ronan stepped back easing the door closed in front of him resting his forehead on the warm indented panel with a tear streaming down his cheeks at the sound of the first shot fired. He could wait, until he’d earned to witness it for himself. Five minutes was all it took after the power cells being torn out freeing thousands more children before the hoards of Kree were lowered down to the surface to raze the planet to cinders. The silence after had him looking to you as you shut the door hearing his ships sounding their victorious trumpeting flair into the air in a pull back giving Xandar a wide berth while the planet cracked and began to spit out flames of glittering lights from blue, white, green and purple marking the planet would implode soon. On her own Precious floated back as well joining the other ships to bob and sway on the waves of the imploding planet.

“I might have exaggerated a bit,” his eyes opened and fell on you as you pointed through the cracked door, “That piece looks a bit bigger than a postage stamp.”

With lips quivering he closed the distance lifting you in a tight hug burying is face into your shoulder and neck tightening his hold at your arms closing around the backs of his shoulders clutching onto his shirt. For as long as it lasted he held you through the victorious first song then let you down smiling at you as you wiped his cheeks. Weakly he chuckled and then said, “I am ready for Hala now.”

“Sure thing, big Ro.” Stealing a peek outside when your back was turned he smirked in easing the door shut anxious to know just how he would guide his people to this moment but memorizing everything he could as he turned to see you guiding the ship back to 2014 just outside of Hala’s territory.

A hum sounded the removal of his ships from your protective field and another sounded your landing inside his control room, another tight hug later you both laughed through and he set you down leaving through the door stating, “Safe travels, my friend.”

With a smirk you leaned in the doorway and said, “Same to you. You’ll know what to do when you see it. And do try to have some fun, or what good is it all in the end really?” Making him chuckle again as you closed your door that soon rippled out of view when your ship moved out from inside his.

Exhaling sharply you said, “Alright, Vormir here we come.” A flick of your fingers on your rounded dial came as your eyes clenched at the golden glimmering cough you let out into your elbow before mumbling, “Ok, come on, just some dials and knobs then bed. K9?” In a glance around the ship you sighed, “Right, um, Copper?”

From one of the halls a floating otter came into view and cocked his head through a low hum in a silent request as to how he could help you. “Copper, Sweetheart, I need you to open the doors to the pool please.” In another agreeing hum he flew off to do so.

Exhaling slowly another golden breath you had been trying to hold in signaling you weren’t fully settled yet triggered by the time travel you decided on pushing to finally have some peace from the screaming of time this was the last line crying out for help. A snap of your fingers had the doors opening and a pulled lever had the ship turning on its side making you plant your feet in holding onto the bar around the control panel.

*.*

Under misty skies after a fall off the side of a cliff a hard slam against the wall had Hawkeye gripping as tightly as he could to the tether and his best friend’s forearm. Shakily Natasha drew in a breath and took in their situation. Far from possible the climb up couldn’t be managed by him with his hold of her. They had to get the stone and get back, only clearly one of them could make it. He had a family and even with so many good friends she had never thought to earn the trust of they could go on without her. Just as her training had ensured she continue her path was light and easy to discard, in a matter of speaking. No family to speak of and no one fully dependent on her. The choice was clear, her choice. A hard kick later and down she fell. Where she had expected fear she felt only a warm welcome. The cool hand of death reached out and, surprisingly, was gripped in welcoming.

But that chill on her hand merely was the lingering chill of the wind as her eyes flinched wider seeing the wooden hall rotating around her in her plummet through an archway and soon another to fall into a chilled pool of water in the sharp turn of the room around her. Down to the bottom of the pool she fell only to watch a giant otter swim down and help to carry her up to the surface again.

Free from the sideways turn you sent your ship off to 2018 again, a few minutes after the team would have learned from the returned Hawkeye she was gone, into the living room and coughed into your shoulder again trotting to help the woman out of the pool. Coughs sounded in your entrance to the doorway and with a firm grip onto her hands you pulled her up to her knees on the edge saying, “Hello Natasha.”

“Am I dead?”

“No.”

She looked you over as the otter continued to swim behind her choosing to make the most of his moment of being in the water. “Who are you?”

“Blujay. But don’t worry about that.”

“I have to get back, my friend-,”

“I know.”

Her brows furrowed, “You know? What could you know?”

Before she could move you locked your eyes on hers saying, “Sleep.” The word making her eyes droop shut and into your arms she slumped and you picked her up bridal style carrying her to the doors that opened allowing you to carry her out and lay her down on the floor and dart back inside your ship that closed and vanished at the nearing of voices from the others.

Hawkeye was the first and near inconsolable after having seen Natasha fall but not having seen her body on the ground after wondering what had happened to her. “Nat!” He cried out crossing the room to cradle her in his arms and inspecting her for any visible injuries in the sea of confused people wondering how she had landed here and why she was soaking wet.

*.*

Off again you went, and on the middle of a trip to Yellowstone young Peter stood huffing after having been told to put his slinky down and focus on the park around them. On the back bumper of the car jeep he came in he left it and with a curious furrow of his brows he looked over the seemingly golden glittering woman in shorts and a baggy shirt. Bright golden eyes scanned over the park around her while he eyed her glowing bare feet hovering above the warm green grass below them until she froze looking him over. A wave from him was answered with a wave and grin from her and in his move to warn his mom she and his slinky was gone, the latter he wouldn’t notice until later.

*.*

Just barely a matter of minutes had passed and after a stop to hurl the mirrored boxes holding the Weeping Angels you had captured into a burning sun destroying them you landed on Asgard again. Coughing into your arm you eased the door open and backwards into the ship you fell as your eyes rolled back. The return of the ship spread the grin on Peter’s face in his excitement to share a new sight he had found only to fall with Loki’s beside him seeing your body arch up from the ground in Copper’s wiggle under you urging K9 in a full sprint over to you after leaping off a tall balcony to do so.

Up again you sat and gripping the doorway your eyes locked forward again from their swim around and up you were climbing back to your feet flashing them a grin. Stroking K9’s head as he approached you calmed him, “Bluejay, you fell.”

“Yes I did,” you giggled out.

Peter got there first and he looked you over then gasped at the slinky in your palm you offered to him he cradled, “Mr Slinksimmons!” His eyes popped up again and he asked, “Are you ok?”

You nodded and Jack stopped beside Peter asking, “How many stops did you take?”

“Just, four?”

Jack, “Four?! No wonder you fell!”

“Well, you know those round things in the playground and that feeling you get when you go round and round?”

Peter’s eyes locked with yours as you focused your gaze on him with a momentary furrow of them, “Dizzy?”

Your fingers snapped and you pointed at him, “No, well, yes, but sort of.”

Loki looked you over reaching out to replace your hold on the door with his arm asking, “Do you need to lay down?”

“No, I’m good, just that next to last one, turning sideways, phew, just, wow that one tilted me.”

Peter asked after a glance at the slinky in his hands, “Where did you find him?”

You smirked, “I stole him,” his brow inched up, “I’m sorry, yes, at Yellowstone.”

That had him gasping, “The glowing gold lady,” You nodded, “Wow, how did I forget that?” Making his eyes sink a moment.

You swatted your hand in the air leaning more against Loki’s side answering as his arm settled behind your back in his pleased hold on you in your adorable near tipsy like stance, “Eh, it’s alright, didn’t happen before. Not sure, might have been that buffalo looking boy who saw you leave him on the bumper.”

Jack said, “We found the walrus on the shore.”

“Ooh, walrus are fun.”

Loki chuckled, “Let’s go show you around then, Dearest.” He said leading you a step away from your ship closing its doors to do its usual checks while for a moment Loki’s mind went fuzzy. And he stole a glance at you remembering his discussion when Steve had returned to Stark Tower after his own odd waking in Bruce’s path in New York on his own search for returning the stones. A golden pulse from the tesseract was all he glimpsed over his shoulder before a sudden pulse had him out cold then suddenly conscious in being hoisted over the Hulk’s shoulder. Smirking to himself at wonder for what this trip of yours had set off to have set him in your path for the second time. Secretly loving that hidden aspect of your relationship cementing his belief you were fated to belong together and the whole of the universes were working to ensure you would meet and meet again.

Pt 18

#Loki x Reader OC #Tale Teller’s 52 Week Writing Challenge

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shineonmalcolmbright · 3 years

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Shine On, Bright: Chapter Eighteen

Table of Contents

Present

Malcolm pushes files back into their rightful place but pauses to get a good look at the room Colette and Dani are in. The door opens for a second. He can’t make anything out and sighs before looking back at the box he just repacked. Real quick, Malcolm looks through a little finding aid he created for himself when he started and makes sure it’s back in the same order. At some point somewhere he learned proper archivist approaches. The initial format a collection is in is important and should be maintained that way because it describes the context of the archive.

Next, he pulls up a new box finished with that one, and starts with fresh paper. He labels the top with the box number he’s on and starts to look at the first few folders. Making notes on what is what before spotting what appears to be an out of place envelope sticking out.

For no rhyme or reason, he plucks it free noticing the folders it’s in between. It’s an orange envelope but looks more like one for mail and inside of it are some old photos.

He’s about to drop it back into place and wait till he gets there but it’s as if the photograph speaks to him. It whispers some words, but no, it’s not the photograph but instead a memory. Great, Malcolm comes so close to freedom by looking away. A ghostly hymn snatches him, trying to drag him straight back to final moments at the Overlook.

Regrets. . .I’ve had a few but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption. . .

Sounds like the anthem an old cop would love.

Malcolm closes his eyes trying to banish the old ghostly hymn from his thoughts, his hand trembles not really helping him out with seeing the image. He holds it together as best he can with both his hands.

There’s Ian Turner.

Ian Turner is in this photograph.

But. It’s not Ian Turner who he’s thinking about and not Ian Turner who caught his attention, but a past that can’t give up. There’s two men in the photograph, there’s Ian Turner then there’s another police officer who Malcolm himself once knew.

Locked up in one of the front rooms at the Overlook Hotel. It was amazing how long those emergency lights stayed on. Even injured they kept him inside one of the front offices.

For some reason, they kept up sitting inside a pretty dark room and people were on the other side. Somebody had found a little radio underneath the counter. Other cops and paramedics out there, waiting around, checking out the scene, exploring the scene, doing whatever it was that they did. Those on break cranked up the volume listening to Frank Sinatra spit out words over a rusty speaker.

I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all and I stood tall and I did it my way.

Malcolm kept trying to not look at the cop across from him. His big off white sweater was still pretty wet from the snow outside. It soaked through, chilling him to the bone, but he didn’t say a word afraid somebody would point out he was a liar or he was making it up or he was exaggerating or trying to get out of this locked up room and away from this man because he didn’t want to admit some alleged truth.

“Hey Malcolm, over here,” said the cop.

He wore street clothes and didn’t look like an officer or a detective. It was impossible to define his role, but life moved at a strange pace out on the snowy side the hotel overlooked. Malcolm kept trying to count the cracks he saw all around the room but the cop snapped his fingers in his face to get his attention.

“I’m Detective Shannon.”

He left room for Malcolm to respond, but Malcolm wasn’t about to open his mouth to say any words other than maybe I have to use the bathroom. It’d be hard to find words to better define how corners and darkness moved throughout the Overlook.

Once people went around yelling: The devil made me do it.

The devil was easy to blame because they were such a delight.

If Malcolm dared, he could try: The Hotel made him do it. But there were two of them. His father and the other. The man who seemed to exist in between realities who claimed out loud, the hotel wanted Malcolm dead because the shining or so he assumed. Before Jessica and Ainsley could find him with actual blood on his hands, he cleaned it off letting it stay a secret.

Malcolm sat there staring at Detective Shannon doing his best to not react in any sort of way. Except the whole time, the detective stood in front of him holding eye contact.

“Hey, I’m trying to talk to you, kid.”

Malcolm sighed, people couldn’t casually drop the ghost word or psychic word or any of those surrounding details. He should’ve spent his time counting the cracks running through the room.

Outside somebody started to sing along with the radio and somebody cackled yelling to stop. Didn’t they know? Malcolm stared at the door, it felt as if he were in both rooms at the same time but he wanted to wriggle into the next room to be there physically and mentally as he listened to those joking around. It’s bad luck to sing My Way because many met their death right after singing it for karaoke and nobody else sang after but laughed and laughed as if there weren’t. . .

Detective Shannon stood up, staying in full view of Malcolm’s vision. He tried to pick at the wet threads of his sweater while the detective spoke. “Yeah, we just wanted to review your statement about your father’s arrest.”

Except Malcolm put his head down, he pushed the other room from his brain and hoped to combat any ghosts that might try and pry in. The grogginess that once weighed him down so much had been lifted for exhaustion and fatigue to stop him.

He muttered into the table, “I already told you everything.”

Weird to think. He ran his fingers across the tabletop. It all started here. His father had been interviewed and received the position to work at the Overlook. Somehow those moments were trapped up in the table. He could pick them free. His father sitting there, doing his best smiles and charming the man who hired him while thinking such terrible thoughts about him. Ones he wasn’t ready to accept or form and couldn’t break free from the moment he stumbled into them.

Detective Shannon leaned across the table. “Yeah, but, um. . .here’s the thing. The security guard who called us and was on the scene before they took your dad away, said that he overheard you and your dad share some parting words.”

It felt like an eternity out there in the world. He trudged through the snow without much protection. Jessica worried about frostbite as she carried Ainsley. All Malcolm had was a pocket knife, it wouldn’t do much in a fight against a fully grown adult and an ax. To think, he’d called Gil right before then right before the snap.

Martin’d been fine and somehow it all came together, the reason behind the danger behind every corner beyond the ghosts who called the Overlook home. He’d called out to Gil then realized at Martin greeted him that Gil wasn’t going to make it and he needed to put a stop to it.

They pulled Martin away, he acted normal all over again first simply blaming the hotel for the reason to why he lost it. He and Malcolm fixed the boiler in time not letting the place explode. But Malcolm wanted to stay hidden down there, wedged between dust, out of sight of his father, out of sight of the police who soon arrived, out of sight of all the ghosts like the crooked woman who crawled around there. Somehow if he ever happened to hear her she begged him to Jump.

And Detective Shannon repeated the word Martin Whitly said to Malcolm as he was pulled away. One last moment and in the boiler room out of all places. The words left the detective’s mouths because for some reason, Gil apparently told him or maybe it was somebody else. A lot of people were around that night.

“‘We’re the same.” Detective Shannon leaned across the table. Malcolm dug some fingernails into the wood welcoming splinters while a tremor ran through his other hand. The detective watched anxiety wound its way all throughout him before looking him in the eye and asking, “Why do you think he said that? That’s what I can’t figure out.”

Malcolm catches his breath losing the photograph. He folds his hands together hoping to stop his one hand from shaking. Somehow the chill of the past finds him in the present, which isn’t ok. None of this is ok. None of this is ever going to be ok. Malcolm buries half his face into the backs of his hands and is stuck sitting there with the photograph of Ian Turner and Detective Shannon watching him.

This isn’t ok. None of this is ok. None of this is ever going to be ok. Malcolm turns catching Gil as he’s walking by with some hot coffee.

Gil? Malcolm calls out.

“Yeah?” Gil asks, letting it slip even though this conversation started elsewhere. Then he sees Malcolm there. His face still buried in the backs of his hands as he’s looking at the photograph. Gil takes one look at this and shakes his head. “No, no.” He takes a sip of too hot coffee unable to find a happy medium. “No, look for something else Bright, and then give me a shout.”

Except Malcolm peers up at him. Not gonna happen.

Gil sighs, he blows on his coffee and starts to walk away. Just. . .let me have this one thing first before you make more bad decisions.

#shineonbrightfic #prodigal son #malcolm bright #gil arroyo #Owen Shannon #silent night #prodigal son fic #prodigal son fanfic #prodigies #the shining

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sunnysidewrites · 7 years

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Enemies to Lovers!Subin

Requested by anon: enemies to lovers au with subin from victon??? thank u!!!

here you go sunflower anon pt 2 LOL!!! YOUR REQUEST BLEW THROUGH THE ROOF SO MANY PPL WANTED THIS WOW STAN TALENT STAN KINGS AKA VICTON!!! WE NEED MORE WRITERS FOR VICTON AND I WILL DO IT MYSELF!!!!!! i also really love other victon writers you guys are the mvps i love u!!!! AND JUST LIKE I PROMISED THIS IS THE 2ND IMAGINE I’M DROPPING TODAY!!!!!! HAPPY READING MY CHILDREN!!!!!

warnings: cUTE BABY SUBIN V V CUTE SUBIN!!!!

wHAT A CONCEPT

THIS IS GONNA BE MY FIRST PUBLISHED VICTON IMAGINE AAAAAAAA

STAN ROOKIE KINGS YALL PLS STOP SLEEPING ON THEM

THIS GOT MORE VOTES THAN I THOUGHT TOO YOU GUYS ARE #WOKE

You’ve always been gr8 at school

You exceed in academics, sports, extracurriculars you are the Full Package

But you might have just met your match when a Jung Subin came into your life

He has literally only been at your school for 3 hours and everyone’s already fawning over him

“Omg did you meet the new kid?? He is sO CUTE AND NICE”

“That subin guy is really nice”

“I wanna keep him in my pocket” LMAO SAME

And he just sounds like a freaking angel

You’re like well i didn’t meet the guy yet so i can’t judge him based off of these

Turns out he’s in your writing class

Writing class is your fav bc it’s your strongest suit and you’re just super confident no one is gonna take your place as #1

Welp hahahah

Subin waltzes in and just kinda does that

likE GDI SUBIN FIRST YOU’RE AN ANGEL AND NOW YOU TAKE MY SPOT SMH

He seems to have a nice smile but,,, when he makes eye contact with you,,,, you could feel the ice

And you’re like this boi doesn’t even know me??? What is his deal???

He knows you’re gonna be his competition bc he has already been informed about you

Well actually your friend was telling him about you but whatever

And he’s like wO WZERZ SHE IS PRETTY AND CUTE BUT MOVE ASIDE HONEY THERE’S A NEW SHERIFF IN TOWN

As class resumes after his introduction, you’re like ok whatevz i won’t let this weirdo get in the way of My Happiness™

When you get your assignments back a few classes later, your teacher is all gushing about someone’s work

And you’re like lmao!! I know thank you!!

“What a real piece of work!! Subin have you considered joining our school newspaper?”

aND YOU’RE FLIPPING OUT LIKE W HA T SU B I N????????????

And your classmates are like ooo shhiiiitttttt y/n has been replaced

And yoU’RE LIKE UM EXCUSE U i WILL NoT have my pride destroyed like this

And subin is just smirking like lmao ye that’s right boi i snatched it

And you’re like ??????????? get out u wish honey??????????

And from that point on you’re like this b is gonna go down i am gonna pull out all the sTOPS WA T C H ME

Your teacher and your classmates are just like pl s,,, chill,,,, it’s literally just creative writing,,,,,

You & subin: nO I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST gotta go

“tHIS AIN’T POKEMON IT’S AN ELECTIVE”

You guys are just at each other’s throats and you both try to one-up the other so hard but it always results in the both of you tied

Your teacher is like ok u kno wat

“Class, we’ll be mixing things up a little for this assignment. You’re gonna get into pairs or groups!! And don’t even pick your partners i already have them picked lmao”

You & subin: w HA T

The rest of the class: …….yikes

Your teacher and the rest of the class lowkey ship yall

And ofc,,,, you ended up with the one person you didn’t want,,,,,

“Ugh ok let’s just try to get this over with”

“Fine whatever”

the prompt involves writing a short story where person A and person B meet under the most unlikely circumstances and take a disliking at first sight but they grow closer and actually start falling love

And one partner writes person A’s perspective and the other writes person B’s

And you and subin are like jesus christ

So you’re like ok i’ll do person A then and subin is like sure whatevz

And you guys start brainstorming for the core of the plot

Class ends but you still haven’t gotten too far in brainstorming so you’re like sigh,,, ok well,,, we’re gonna have to meet up outside of school to work on this,,,,, we don’t have much time to work on this in class

And he’s like ugh,,,,, you’re right,,,,,

So you guys plan to meet a local cafe later that week to crank it out

As you’re getting dressed you’re like what should i wear

Would this be too casual

Is this dressing up too much

And you’re like wa i t lmao it’s just subin what am i doing!! :)))

But you’re also like im gonna wear that cute skirt

When you get there, subin has already picked out a table and spread out his things

“Sorry were you waiting that long?”

And he kINDA JUMPS LIKE O JESUS

You’re like why are you so jumpy??? It’s not like you weren’t expecting me to come????

And he’s like it’s no t h in g let’s just get started!!

You just shrug it off and start taking out your materials too

And you’re like ok wait i probably need to buy a drink so that we can stay here for longer do u want anything

And he’s like ya sure get me a mocha frappe or smth

And you’re like w h a t,,,,, i love that drink,,,,,,,

“With whipped cream?”

“yES O M G”

You’re literally bonding over a coffee drink i just???

And you can see his eyes forming into little crescents cause he’s smILING I’M SO SOFT OMG

And your heart is doing some somersaults and you’re like aahahhahsjdffljdljd i’ll be back bye

When you return with both of your drinks he’s like :)))!!!

“Thanks!! So for the part when they meet --”

And you guys spend literally hours and you’re just like ok,,, let’s,,, just take a breather,,,, and get some lunch or smth

And he’s like yea my brain is fried

You guys start packing your things and move to a little restaurant down the block

You & subin: is this,, like,,, a date,,,, wth,,,,

And you guys spend your lunch laughing and making jokes while adding more ideas to your story

You finish your meal and you’re like ok well,,,, i think we practically laid out all the necessary details now we just gotta work on our own part

And he’s like yea,,,, i guess this is where we go,,,,

And you’re both reluctant to leave bc,,, hanging out with the other wasn’t the most horrible thing ever,,,,,

You’re unsure of whether to hug him goodbye or just leave so you hesitate for a second more and just decide to wave him goodbye

And he waVES BACK HOW CUTE SLDFJFJDF

You go home and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god did that just happen

Subin at home: that really happened wow

You sit yourself down at your desk and you’re ready to go into Writing Mode this assignment is due in a day it’s time to go hAM

And you get so caught up in working that by the time you finish you’re like oMG I NEED TO GO TO BED

You sleep quite soundly that night bc you’re very satisfied with your product

Can’t relate lol :)))

The following day you and subin turn it into your teacher and your teacher is like i hope there were no complications!!!

And you and subin are like nope,,,, it went pretty smoothly actually,,,

Teacher + class: w HA T

“O-oh okay that’s good to hear! Anyways let’s take a quick break before launching into our work today. I’ll read some of these stories out loud!”

When she reaches your story, she pauses as she scans through it

And you and subin are lowkey holding your breath

Her mouth and eyes are a little wide open

She starts reading it and you can see your classmates being sh O OK

And your classmates can already tell who wrote it bc it’s just so obvious

She gets near the end of your short story and it talks about a cafe date

And when she reads person B’s perspective IT ALSO HAS A CAFE D A TE

*eyes emoji*

“His company wasn’t bad. Not bad at all.” -- the last sentence of yours

“She turned around and went on her way, and all I could think about was how many more times I would see that same back walking.” -- the last sentence of his

I AM SHOOK BY THIS FAKE SHORT STORY LMAO

Everyone is just like holy crap pls don’t read the rest of ours we are ashAMED

When class ends, you’re about to leave and go to the parking lot but subin stops you

“Hey,,, so,,,,,”

“So,,,,,”

“Would you,,, wanna have another cafe date,,,,,,,,,,,”

“,,,,,,,,if you want,,,,,,,”

And you’re both so shy and start blushing and giggling a little here and there OSJLFLJDSJL SO CUTE

“Well, your company really isn’t bad at all” you say with a wink

And just like that you turn around, leaving a starstruck Subin

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