wow this coloring is shit but this scene is so dark

carly’s pynch fic rec

basically, i’ve read a lot of fic, some of which i haven’t seen on rec lists on tumblr anywhere and i just thought that had to be remedied so: here we go. ten fics sorted by word count. most of them are multichapter, and rated M or E.

★★★★★144k+ words, rated M, completed

light with a sharpened edge by poetic_leopard aka @winterblues

Adam Parrish works as a sober companion, but he has no idea of the storm that’s soon to hit him when Ronan Lynch turns out to be his newest client. (Or the one where Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch are trapped underneath the same roof for six weeks.)*Ronan, to his surprise, opened his eyes. For a breathless moment, Adam was transfixed in them. They were the color of the ocean on the most azure of nights, lightning right before it struck the ground, damp hydrangeas on a fog-swept morning. Those eyes gave him chills.

this fic!! solidly one of my favorite fics! (although, i’m only recommending my favorites) ronan is a little more of an asshole than usual, but, it’s an AU so.. it works. the writing in this is lovely and poetic and leaves you hanging off of every word. 

[more recs under the cut]

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💀 Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines Starters 💀
  • “Every time I yank a jawbone from a skull and ram it into an eye socket, I know I’m building a better future.”
  • “Where’s the fun without complications?”
  • “The moon is a mysterious mistress, who walks the night with demons of dread.”
  • “A cross? Pfft… Stick it up their asses!”
  • “You’re a big bad vampire. Hey, great, congrats. Now keep it to yourself.”
  • “Scoop out their eyes and replace them with cherry bombs?”
  • “Death’s shadow will fall on you if you look deeper into its eyes.”
  • “Spaghetti and corpses, boss.”
  • “I’m only as long as my libido.”
  • “Weapons never solved any problems. I’ll take twelve.”
  • “No, no more questions! Everytime I talk to you I just wanna smack you! It’s like talking to a brick wall you wanna take down with a sledge hammer!”
  • “You look familiar. Were you ever on a milk carton?”
  • “I’m the finger down your spine when all the lights are out. I’m the name on all the men’s room walls. When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile. And everyone always wants to know, who… is… that?”
  • “Police don’t have any suspects at this time, but they’re pretty sure that it was you.”
  • “What all suede kittens do… on hands and knees, you lap up the milk of me… and we purr, kitten, like dragonflies buzzing around frog bellies.”
  • “Call me old fashioned, but I don’t believe in talking about that stuff in front of a woman.” “Call me old fashioned, but I believe a knee to the balls tends to make a guy talk.”
  • “I’m a mighty thesaurus! Rawr!”
  • “Real terror is not the sight of death, it is the fear of death. What is the fear of death? Terror of the unknown. Is it these eyes you peer into? No, I am not the unknown. You an I are closer kin than you and it were.”
  • “What a scene, man! Hoo-wee! Then they just plop ya out here like a naked baby in the woods!”
  • “I will invade this orifice.”
  • “Each minor problem like a grain of sand, each night I inherit the desert.”
  • “True power lies not in wealth but in the things it affords you.”
  • “I suddenly have the desire to walk down that dark and foreboding alley over there! …Care to join me?”
  • “Come here, I wanna whisper something in your ear - FUCK OFF!”
  • “Oh man, we’re poppin’ a cherry here! Ha ha ha! Ah, you’re gonna love this! Alright, check it out. Blood: it’s your new rack o’ lamb, your new champagne - blood’s your new fuckin’ heroin, kid.”
  • “Keep your friends close and your enemies in a barbecue pit.”
  • “Those of you sitting in the first few rows will get wet.”
  • “Put your ear to it - I’ll shake it and you tell me what you think’s inside.”
  • “Close your mouth, chew on the resentment, and open your ears.”
  • “Are you undressing me with your eyes? Got a picture in your head? Good, that’s as close as you’re ever gonna come to seeing me naked.”
  • “Goddamn, why the hell does everyone tell me all this useless shit.”
  • “You’ve just made a powerful enemy, sign!”
  • “You made me feel that the world was not nearly as dark and desperate.”
  • “Normally I would ask you things like do you blow bubbles, and what’s your favorite color, but I’ve learned since then that it’s rude, so hi, how are you?“
  • “Do you rage against the machine?”
  • “Give you a massive chest wound? My pleasure!”
  • “Try the free arsenic…”
  • “Wow… bet you’re glad that thing didn’t have tentacles, huh?”
  • “And no killing.” “What, none?” “None.”
  • “All are blind whose eyes are closed.”
  • “And you worked all that out by sniffing around?” “Actually, there were two hunters on the roof of the building opposite the hotel who were positively delighted to tell me everything they knew– provided I stop dangling them headfirst over the side.”
  • “Ah yes, holy vampire hunters. ‘STAKIN’ FER JESUS!’”
  • “I’m hungry, let’s order a pizza.” “Order a pizza, ORDER A PIZZA? Where they gonna deliver it, numbnuts? Thirteen abandoned warehouse full of kill on sight hot heads way?”
  • “Even if my pants were on fire, I would NOT take them off in front of you.”
  • “You’re just telling me what I want to hear. Don’t stop.”
  • “It’s not that I don’t love walking into the heart of danger to curry favor with the local magistrate of the hour, but… actually, that’s exactly it.”
  • I can tell you and I are going to get along just like fire hoses. When we get turned on, there’s bound to be flames!
  • “’TNT’ and ‘key’ have the same amount of letters.”
  • “I’m bleedin’ all over the carpet, and I can’t even understand what the hell you’re saying.”
  • “Hey, these pages are all stuck together!” “Oh, um, I don’t know how that happened…”
Dirty Laundry

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Cheating, Humiliation, bad mouthing, sexual humiliation, airing once dirty laundry basically. Haha.

When your crummy boyfriends true colors shine through, you decide to do something a little crazy, like admitting your well kept secret to an office full of people including several of your team mates.


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You storm through the lobby, jabbing at the call button for the elevator, tapping your foot impatient, the button down crumpled in your hand. You were cursing and swearing under your breath as the elevator arrives, stomping on you stab in the pass code and step back to wait. Your day had gone from great to on the verge of doing something crazy, and making a scene. You weren’t one to be fucked with and you knew how to handle this.

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Scenery

Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, mild sexual language/suggestions, fluffity fluff.

Request: “Oh man I love your writing! Thanks for tagging me in your latest fics! Could I request a fic where the reader is an artist who paints from a bygone era and nobody will buy her paintings because they are old fashioned, which leads her to a depression, but one day Crowley sees her work in a gallery and makes a huge offer because he is enchanted by the soul in her work and becomes enchanted by her when he meets her? It would really make my day <3” – @happilyevernever

Author’s Note: I don’t know too much about art techniques and eras, so please forgive me if anything is incorrect. And I added a little bit to the prompt… I got a bit carried away. Haha. Photo below not mine.

You sighed as you gently lowered your brush, taking in the beauty of the piece you had just finished. The scene was of an ancient castle, laying in partial ruin along the edge of a cliff, with the raging ocean swirling below. The brilliant grays and clues of the sky contrasting with the deep shadows within the green grass was better than anything else you had created recently. It had taken you several weeks to finally perfect the image, having struggled a little bit with putting the vision in your mind onto the canvas. But now, it was perfect.

You just wished others viewed your work the same way you did. In the last four months, you had sold three paintings, while other artists whose work was featured in the same freaking gallery sold a dozen or more. You had even worked with the gallery manager to lower the prices a bit. But, at the end of the day, you needed to make some sort of profit. And, your day job as a bookstore cashier wasn’t exactly cutting it.

The gallery manager, along with some of the regular patrons, commented on your work regularly. It’s too dated. Your technique needs updating. For such a young artist, you create such outdated art.

Staring down at your work, you scowled. “Fuck them,” you whispered as you admired your newest creation. It was rare that you were so proud of a piece, making you a little embarrassed of your pride. But, who said pride was a bad thing?

You glanced down at the tiny, paint covered watch on your wrist. Shit. The gallery’s Biannual Revealing Event was in an hour, and you were covered in paint and sweat. But, at least you had a new piece to present.

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power. grace. wisdom. wonder.

Okay, so. After 800 years (and already falling super, SUPER in love with Diana) I finally saw the dang movie.

And you guys.

YOU GUYS.

Obviously, I’m probably not going to say anything terribly new in this, given that I am unavoidably late to the party, but once the film ended and the credits started rolling, my sister and I sat there for a solid minute or so (with tears streaming down my face, basically) collecting ourselves before we even thought about leaving. I just wanted to sit there and be with it a little while longer, because. Holy shit. Just. This movie, okay.

This movie.

(Obviously, spoilers ahead, mateys.)

I don’t recall a single instant where I was bored, my attention was wandering, I was like, “Just get on with the damn story already,” or otherwise less than completely enthralled with what was going on (even as someone who doesn’t watch much/any DC stuff). I cried for the first time about, oh, thirty seconds in, and several times thereafter. I cried when there was a shot of Antiope looking powerful as hell, broad-shouldered, strong, when this incredibly capable warrior woman actually looked like she could legitimately kick your ass, and not like a waif or a pixie. I cried when I saw Diana for the first time. I cried when Diana went to get the sword, because how many times have we seen the movie where the man is given the magical sword and becomes the hero? (And then of course, later on, it turns out that the sword isn’t what is special, she is.) I cried during No Man’s Land, because obviously I did. I cried during the whole ending sequence, because also I obviously did.

Saying this was an important movie to me almost sounds cheap, but I don’t know any better way to put it. It just… wow. I feel like I need to watch it again (and I am the WORST about seeing movies in the cinema). There was just so much there: thematically, visually, character-wise, story-wise. So much that I loved and so much that hit me in the face (and the heart).

(I want to marry Gal Gadot like, even more than I already did, which was so much. I literally could not take my eyes off her the entire time.)

Diana and Steve were absolutely delightful. They played off each other so well, with Diana the serious “straight man” (or rather woman) convinced of her own lofty purpose (and struggling when it seems she’s been deprived of it) and Steve functioning as the skeptical observer/voice of the ridiculous/’so that’s cool” note of levity that the movie needed (and I was surprised and very pleased at how funny it was). One of my favorite things was how the movie managed to play Diana’s entrance into our world both for humor and without making her the butt of the joke – in other words, it never pointed and laughed at her ignorance. It found it charming, just as Steve did, and likewise, we have seen the movies where the (male) hero enters a new world and gets to stare at its oddity. Here, we have Diana experiencing the strangeness and charm of a department store, a cafe and a winter evening in the middle of the war, dancing with someone she liked, and otherwise getting to see the small magic of our own world with new eyes, even for a demi-goddess from a pseudo-heavenly realm. Those scenes had such a lovely bit of enchantment and enjoyment to them, when it would have been so easy to make them cynical.

The boat scene with Diana and Steve leaving Themyscira was sheer genius (and I seem to recall reading that they improvised most of that) as was the bath scene, and of course the end. Jfc. When he’s pointing the gun into the hold of the plane, trying to work up the courage to die, and you know that he manages to go through with it because of her – because as he tells her, he can save today, but she can save the world, and he needs to let her be the one to do that. Even when she’s angry at him beforehand, he still tries to help her, tells her what the smoke signals are and to follow them to find Ludendorff. He never tries to cut her down or diminish her (and him using the lasso on himself + “this is a terrible idea, we will probably die” = also genius).

Also, the backup team was an Indian, a drunk Scotsman with PTSD, and a Turkish man, and every single one of them were given poignant and genuine moments??? Chief gets to talk about how the Indians have been driven out of their lands. Charlie can’t manage to shoot the sniper, and yet Diana later asks who will sing for them if he leaves – she values him for his talents and for his possibility of a life beyond war, she doesn’t blame him for failing in crunch time. Sameer gets to point out that he can’t be who he wants to be because he was born the wrong color, and there is nothing he can do about that. This team of marginalized people, working together to change the world for the better despite all the odds against them – I mean. Wow.

When the Ares reveal happened, I literally whispered, “I knew it I knew it I knew it” three times under my breath, because I suspected that guy from the start. I just felt as if the Clearly Psychotic German General ™ was too obvious a candidate and there was a twist coming, and when he died utterly anticlimactically (although I was proud of Diana for doing it) I was like… welp, VINDICATED, NOW THE SHIT IS ACTUALLY GOING TO GO DOWN, I KNEW IT WAS EVIL REMUS LUPIN, and it was. So yes.

As I said, I feel as if I have to watch this movie in the theater again at least one, and then several times thereafter. I cannot believe that in in the year of our lord 2017 this is somehow the first female superhero movie directed by a woman, and frankly, I don’t know why we have to keep accepting mediocre manpain movies in any genre otherwise. It was an action movie, a love story (both in a romantic sense and in terms of Diana’s own actions/arc), a comedy, a tragedy, a fantasy, a superhero origin story, a social commentary, a war movie – as I said, there was just so much of it. It was such a rich tapestry of a story and it fitted together so brilliantly. All the questions it managed to raise about the nature of war and humanity, love and darkness, the people we are born as and the people we choose to be, the fallacy of “deserving” to be saved, and to do this in a way that is both deeply genuine and which isn’t overly naive, when Steve tells Diana that he wishes it was as simple as just killing one bad guy to make it all stop… I mean. That is hard. And they pulled it off amazingly.

In not-really-short, my life has been changed. I want another three movies, I want Diana to have a girlfriend (because I will cry my damn eyes out if I get to see this beautiful, powerful, gentle heroine being actually bisexual on screen), and I also want for all movies ever to be like this, basically. 

I am going to be thinking about this for a very long time.

The LionSwap Theory

I’m really wondering about the paladins’ original lions. You know, about how Keith should have black, Lance red & Allura/Shiro blue if we’re to follow the classics.


(No this theory isn’t about how the hell did they fit in at the time)

I heard they made it so their lions match their colors as paladins, but they could have switched their outfits, like they did in the sequels (#NeverForget). So my best guess is the creators of the show might be planning to swap their lions around, so we finally have an explanation as to why their armors don’t match their lions (though I’d like to see them with their armor swapped, too, but that’s just me).


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Under a Read More because long. Especially Lance’s part.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! if its not too much trouble i was wondering if you have any book recs? I've read the queen's thief and I'm working on the magicians right now and I just thought we had similar book taste!

You know not what you have unleashed.  Giving book recs is my only joy in life.

I was going to joke that this is just a list of Every Book I Have Ever Liked but that is a lie as I am a voracious reader and that list would probably be in the several hundreds, if not thousands.  (I just did some sloppy math and at the rate that I read, it is totally possible for a list of books I have liked to be well over a thousand books.)

Books with a * are books I would die on a hill for.  Books with more than one * are books I would die on a mountain, or possibly a mountain range, for.

Books I just generally love:

*The Telling by Ursula K. LeGuin.  SciFi.  Anthropology and Linguistics and more gay than you originally expected.

***The Imperial Radch series by Ann Leckie.  SciFi.  What does it mean to be a person?  (I hate picking favorites but this is.  The favorite.)

**Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee.  SciFi.  A level of space military tactics Ender’s Game only wished it could achieve.  (Fuck you, Orson Scott Card.)  (I love this book so fucking much, I just re-read it.)

*The Flora Segunda series by Ysabeau S. Wilce.  Fantasy.  A young girl and her dog keep fucking shit up in a place with great worldbuilding.  (So good that my friend I loaned the first book to turned to me after reading it and said, “Wow, I can really tell these books influenced you a lot.”  I picked up some mannerisms from the protag.  Also I picture the red dogs as Vizslas.)

*Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho.  Fantasy.  Regency-era magicians where the main characters are people of color and one of them is a Slytherin force for good.  (Really fucking good.)

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.  Fantasy.  Not quite as good as Sorcerer to the Crown (similar eras, somewhat similar themes) but there’s more of it so you can enjoy it for longer.

**Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Cranky assholes work at cross-purposes and everything is way more complicated than you thought.  Not very much like the movie.

*Fire and Hemlock by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Have you ever wished you could forget your embarrassing teenage mistakes?  Yeah, be careful what you wish for.  Somewhat uncomfortable age gap.  (Weird and complicated and great.)

*The Mortal Engines series by Philip Reeve.  SciFi/Speculative Fiction.  Social Darwinism taken to its logical, horrible conclusion.  Also: feelings about robots and family!  (Also: the typewriter scene.  Also also I cosplayed as one of the main characters for a pre-Halloween party.)

The Graceling Realm Series by Kristin Cashore.  Fantasy.  Angry women fuck shit up in a cool fantasy world.  I like the third book best, but the other two are very good.

The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson.  SciFi.  I don’t remember this super well because I haven’t read it in ages, but I fucking loved it and cried my eyes out at the end.  Not that it’s hard to get me to cry my eyes out.

The Flavia de Luce books by Alan Bradley.  Mystery.  Normally I hate mystery novels, but these are really good–probably because the protag is a young, deeply nerdy girl instead of a grizzled middle-aged man or something.  She bikes around the countryside and terrifies adults.

The Pit Dragon Chronicles by Jane Yolen.  SciFi.  Yes, it’s SciFi with dragons.  I don’t remember them super well but the worldbuilding is really cool.

*The Wind on Fire series by William Nicholson.  Fantasy.  These are… very odd?  Kind of about faith and standing against conformity?  They’re so hard to explain but they’re VERY VERY good.

**Deep Secret by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Local Man Does Everything Wrong, Also Ends Up At A SciFi/Fantasy Convention, Then Does Some Things Right.  I really really love this book.  I actually read the sequel, The Merlin Conspiracy, first.  I felt like it had to be the sequel to something, but there was nothing about a previous book anywhere in that book.  Finally I found out the first book is Deep Secret, but they’re not sold together because Deep Secret is for adults and The Merlin Conspiracy is middle-grade.  The Merlin Conspiracy is also very good, even if I would be way better at the plant magic than Roddy, so there!  (The series is The Magids.)

The Claidi Journals by Tanith Lee.  Science Fantasy.  No listen that’s a genre and this series is in that genre.  Deeply confused girl gets an involuntary tour of her weird world.  Super bizarre but very cool worldbuilding.

The Elemental Logic series by Laurie J. Marks.  Fantasy.  You know that post that goes around about a gentle giant, but a lady?  With a tiny girlfriend?  This is that post, in book form.  This is supposed to be a quartet but no one seems to know if the fourth book will ever happen.  So if you don’t want to deal with getting invested in something that may always have some loose threads, stay away.  Really gay, although some of the gay does have an unpleasantly large age gap.

Books to read if you liked the Queen’s Thief series:

The Bartimaeus trilogy by Jonathan Stroud.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: snarky narrator similar to Gen in The Thief.  Alternate history where djinn are the source of all magicians’ magic.

Behind the Throne by K.B. Wagers.  SciFi.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  SciFi imperialism done interestingly.  Also, funny hair color mishaps.  Haven’t read the second book yet, can’t vouch for it.

The Inheritance Trilogy by N.K. Jemisin.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  Young woman suddenly finds she’s in the running to be the next ruler of the land she lives in, but she knows something’s fishy.  Then stuff happens with gods.  And polyamory.

*The Wicked Lovely series by Melissa Marr.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  (Can you tell I have a type?  I have a type.)  Faerie court politics done pretty damn well.  The first book seems like a godawful, poorly written YA fantasy with faeries instead of vampires–push through it, it gets so fucking good.  (These were some of the books, besides the Queen’s Thief series, that got me into SciFi/Fantasy books with a lot of politics.)

The Lynburn Legacy series by Sarah Rees Brennan.  Fantasy/Southern Gothic except it’s in England?  English Countryside Gothic?  Reason for recommending: more dysfunctional straight people.  This is a fun lark, with mind meld shit, which I like in fiction.

The Realm of the Elderlings books by Robin Hobb.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: Fitz and Gen would get along a little too well.  There are a bajillion of these books divided into smaller series.  Lots of fun politics, lots of fun characters, and cool magic.  (I want to live in the world of these books, except I don’t because I would probably die for having the Wit.  Because I would have the Wit if I lived in this world.)

Nimona by Noelle Stevenson.  Graphic novel, Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly plucky protags with dark pasts.  A young shapeshifter informs a supervillain she’s his sidekick now.

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart.  Realistic Fiction.  Reason for recommending: have you ever wondered what Gen would be like as a modern-day teen girl at a private school?  Now you know.  Local Girl Gets Pissed About All-Male Secret Club, Does Something.  Don’t read it if you don’t have a high tolerance for privileged private school kids being ridiculous.

The Modern Faerie Tales by Holly Black.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  The original (or close to original) gritty urban faeries.  Definitely better than the shitty copies people made later.

The In The Shadow of the Bear series by David John Randall.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: main character would get along with Gen a little too well.  Adorable blonde girls wants to fight everything, dark magic is a hell of a drug.  Endgame romance has a moderate age gap, though.

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly mindfuck-y, also some complicated politics.  Faeries are real and people keep making bad decisions involving them.  Also there’s a hot dude in a glass coffin.

The Martian by Andy Weir.  SciFi.  Reason for recommending: snarky narrator similar to Gen in The Thief.  It’s pretty similar to the movie, but essentially: a crew of people go to Mars and the botanist gets left behind.  Now he has to survive.  On Mars.  No biggie.  I love this book because both my parents are botanists, and I’ve studied botany a bit.  (Although the movie Arrival wins re: People Studying What I Study Are The Heroes.  Also this one book called Cognate but the writing was only so-so.)

**Code Name Verity by Elizabeth E. Wein.  Historical Fiction.  Reason for recommending: [REDACTED DUE TO SPOILERS, JUST READ IT].  Two young women in World War II are a pilot/spy duo, and the spy has been captured–how did we get here?

Books to read if you liked The Magicians series:

The Kingkiller Chronicle series by Patrick Rothfuss.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  Dude is a Mary Sue but in a compelling way, for once.  Warning: this is supposed to be a trilogy but the third book has been years in the works.  Don’t start this series if you don’t like waiting.

*The Abhorsen trilogy by Garth Nix.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  A young girl becomes the Necromancer-in-Chief in a failing kingdom.  Ignore Clariel and Goldenhand, neither is very good.  Just keep pretending it’s a trilogy.  Read Clariel if you desperately want more, but Goldenhand sucks.

The Engelsfors series by Mats Strandberg and Sara Bergmark Elfgren.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  Kind of like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but a hell of a lot gayer, and frequently cooler too.  Actually now that I think of it, it’s like Buffy if everyone was Willow.  Except for the character who’s basically Cordelia.  (The ending of the series fucking ruined me but in a good way.)

**The Wicked + The Divine by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie.  Comic book, Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly dark.  Maybe not quite as dark?  Every ninety years, twelve gods are incarnated into the bodies of teens/young adults.  This time, they’re pop/rock stars.  This is still ongoing.  (I cosplayed a background character from this (kinda) for actual Halloween.)

The Keys to the Kingdom series by Garth Nix.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: I feel like there are some similar themes/tones, but these books are nowhere near as dark.  A boy almost dies of asthma, but is saved by the gift of a strange clock hand.  Suddenly, his world looks very different.  (Literally, haha.)

*The Dalemark Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: I feel like there are some similar themes/tones, but these books are nowhere near as dark.  A series of interconnected books (what order you read them in REALLY changes how you see things) about the history of a world kind of like ours but with magic.  And weaving.

***The Young Wizards series by Diane Duane.  Science Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  Kids learn how to do magic, yell at Secular Satan.  I’m an atheist but the belief system of these books is the closest I get to a faith of some kind, even if I am really bad at remembering I’m trying to slow entropy.  I would recommend reading the reworked editions–I haven’t, because they’re only available as eBooks right now and I don’t super like reading eBooks.  She fixed the timeline in the new versions, plus some issues with how she portrayed an autistic character.  The first few books were written ages ago, so the series gets more diverse as it goes on, culminating in some Good Shit in the most recent book.  (There’s an asexual character!!!)

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: main character is a lot like Quentin.  Normal Dude Finds Dying Girl, Decides to Help her, Realizes he Fucked Up and is in Too Deep.

Watership Down by Richard Adams.  Realistic Fiction but about rabbits???  Reason for recommending: about as dark as the Magicians series.  Yes, it’s about rabbits.  Yes, it’s that dark.

*The Earthsea Quartet by Ursula K. LeGuin.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system, also some similar themes/tones, has a Magic School, main character is somewhat like Quentin.  This random goat-herding kid turns out to be a powerful mage and gets sent off to school to learn how to handle that.  Then he makes a lot of mistakes.  Like, a lot.

Let Me Curl Up Next to Your Fire - Quakerider One-shot

Words: 3,707

Request #7: Daisy slowly appropriates Robbie as her personal space heater

Fluff. Pure Fluff. Mushy Feelings. But, yeah, Fluff.

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It started the night of their first date …

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“Wow, so is this where you take all the girls on a first date?” Daisy asked, shutting her door to the Charger before walking a few steps closer to the cliff’s edge.

After treating her to dinner at a local East L.A. food truck, Robbie had insisted on showing her something outside the city. They drove for what honestly seemed like forever down small streets then up hillside roads until Robbie pulled them off on to a dark dirt trail. Just when Daisy had been beginning to think this was all some grand ruse so he could murder her and no one would find her body (she honestly needed to stop watching horror movies on Netflix with FitzSimmons), the dark hills had given way to a shimmering cliffside that Robbie had ended up parking his car facing away from.

Daisy peered out over the steep edge and her shrimp taco from earlier squirmed uneasily in her stomach. Thousands of feet below her sat all of Los Angeles in all its glory. It was a chaotic marvel of colors and lights, but from way up here, with only the sounds of chirping crickets and rustling foliage, it was actually kind of peaceful. As if the whole cityscape were like the twinkling stars they outshone up above. She never imagined such a grungy, old city could look so beautiful.

“Nah,” Robbie admitted as he walked up next to her. “Just the ones who are special to me.”

Her stomach did somersaults, but this time it wasn’t because of height vertigo. “Gee, Reyes,” Daisy muttered as heat began to fill her cheeks. “You better watch yourself. Almost sounds like Mr. Broody McBadass cares.”

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hey so i’m way too lazy to make a separate twitter for spoilers so i’m dumping my kh 0.2 liveblog here, under a cut! it is RIFE with SPOILERS so this is your fair warning about that. also, since cuts don’t work on mobile, PLEASE SCROLL LIKE THE WIND if you are on your phone and averse to these things

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lenafromthenordiccoven  asked:

Idea for a Sam x reader, but I'm too lazy to write it (or, well, obsessed with King Arthur atm): Uncharted x Riverdale crossover; Sam is divorced, has a kid and lives in Riverdale, the reader - his ex wife - comes back to Riverdale and wants to make up for what she's done and be a part of his life and the life of their son.

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Fanfiction Title: Back To Reality (Part 1) 

Fandom: Uncharted // Riverdale (2017) 

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader

Words: 2,521

Genre: Drama (Comedy)

Rating: T

Warnings: None?

Summary:
Samuel Drake and you were married for over ten years and lived in Riverdale. You two were having a wonderful time with even a baby boy to welcome to the world. Everything seemed all right, until that moment you got stressed out as a mother and wanted some freedom. That’s when you got feelings for a colleague at work. You held up the affair for over a month, when Sam got suspicious and eventually found out about it. You two decided it was better to split and to leave him and your child in Riverdale, where he would have a decent childhood.
A few years later you get a surprising invitation to your kid’s 13th birthday. Does Sam know?

A/N: Oh hello! It’s me again! To be honest; I had so much fun writing this story. I love Riverdale and it’s many wicked characters and my love for Sam Drake is still going. I thought this was going to be a one shot, but instead I’ll split it into a part 1 and 2. I hope you guys like it! I’m very nervous about posting it! So thanks to the one who requested this story and I hope you enjoy it!

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The Professor (Part 9)

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Your breath caught in your throat as soon as you heard a knock on the front door. Amy, who was slipping on her heels, looked at you at the same time that you looked at her. She smiled as she said, “We better go. Our dates are waiting,” and gave your shoulder a firm, reassuring squeeze before she went to open the door. You slipped on your coat and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before walking out to the hallway and seeing Amy, Nick and Chris talking together. Chris looked handsome; his hair slick back, his beard shaped nicely, his clothes matching perfectly…it was a beautiful sight to see.

The clacking of your heels on the hardwood floor caught their attention, and everyone turned to look at you. Nick and Amy smiled - obviously happy that you were ready to go and they could leave to get the show on the road - but Chris’s expression was one of…one of love, passion, awe. He smiled when he saw you, and as you approached, you greeted them. “Hi, guys.”

Nick was quick to reply, “Hi, Y/N, are you ready to go?”

Whereas Chris took longer to respond. “Hi, Y/N,” he breathed. “You look…you look beautiful.”

You looked down to the floor, your cheeks turning a subtle shade of pink. “Thank you, Chris.”

“Okay, time to go!” Nick interrupted. “We’ll let you guys have a moment, we’ll meet you in the car.”

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Hair Color Pt. 6 (Soulmate!Michael)

Requested: The idea came from this lovely anon-stein.

Words: 1708

A/N: This kinda turned long, somehow. I was having writer’s block one day, and then the other I just wrote. I dunno… but for those who have been requesting this, here it is!

Summary: Everybody has a soulmate. And whenever you or your soulmate would dye your hair, the other half would get the same hair color. Which makes it kind of hard for some people.

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Michael closed the door behind him. You stood right in front of him, closer than you’d like to admit.

“You’re not gonna break up with…? “

“Carter. “

“Yes, Carter. You’re not going to break up with Carter because of me? “

You didn’t know if Michael wanted you to break up with your current boyfriend or if he didn’t. Either way, you did not know how to answer the question.

“Do you want me to break up with Carter? “ You said, picking off the red nail polish from yesterday. It had become a habit to ruin your nails whenever you were nervous.

“That’s not… Uhh… I don’t know. “ Michael stumbled upon his words.

“He’s a nice guy. Doesn’t believe in soulmates though. So… “ You said, just to get it out there. Michael’s face brightened by the word “soulmate”. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at his reaction, his eyes focusing on you – not your boobs, not your eyes, but you as a whole.

“So he doesn’t believe in us? “ Michael smirked. You laughed.

“No, I guess he doesn’t. “

“We need to make sure, don’t we? “

“Make sure? “

“That we actually are soulmates. “

You nodded at Michael’s words. “I’m not really fond of this color…” You pointed to your purple hair, making Michael chuckle.

“That’s what I thought after you re-dyed it seventeen times or something. “ He laughed, turning around and opening the door to the boys. For once, they actually had paused the game. They all sat bend around the table, discussing something hushed. Calum had a piece of paper in his hand, making it clear that they finally had started working.

“Y/N and I are going to get another hair color. “ Michael only just stock his head in the room.

“You’re going out again? Jeez, Michael, we’re supposed to be working. “ Ashton exclaimed, not happy about the lack of Michael again.

“Well, you’re doing a pretty good job. “ Michael said, closing the door. You just heard Calum say “Let them” possibly to Ashton.

Michael and you walked outside again, the streets busier than before. Michael stood there rather awkward, not knowing which way to go.

“If we’ll just walk in one way, we’ll get to something? “ He said confident and went to the left with you running behind him.

And you did get to something. A museum, a bike shop, a florist, even a pet shop – that you and Michael went into just to see a cute parrot. However, no hairdresser.

Fans multiple times for pictures stopped Michael and you’d just slide out of the photo, or sometimes just walk further, not waiting for him. When he came running back, it was with good news.

“A fan told me there’s one overhERE. “ Michael pushed you to the right, making you walk in a small, nice alley. And correct, a small 80’s salon was coming up on the left.

“I’m voting brown, by the way. “

“No way. “ Michael chuckled quietly. “Let’s go BLUE! “

“No. I want a natural color. Blond? “ You asked, turning your head towards Michael, who was obviously considering the color.

“No. “ He shook his head as you walked into the salon. “Red. “

You nodded slightly. Red was still… unnatural, but it was better than all the pastel colors, you thought. Definitely something new.

“Can it be a dark red? “ You asked, curious.

“No. “ Michael laughed. “I’m the famous one here, paps are all over the place. “

It hit you all of a sudden. Paparazzis weren’t a thing you had even considered before Michael mentioned it. It was going to be a normal part of your life whether you liked it or not. Michael was talking with the woman behind the desk, but you didn’t listen. It didn’t matter what Michael said to a random hairdresser. Michael was placed in a chair and you followed him by sitting next to him in another beside him. There wasn’t a lot of people in the salon besides you and Michael. A old lady was getting her hair dyed and a man was getting a haircut. The tunes of an old Beatles song was playing in the stereo, making you tap your foot lightly.

“What kind of music do you listen to? “ Michael said, probably noticing the tapping.

“Anything, really. Expect if it’s too cheesy and poppy. “ You said. “Lyric can be about love, but try not to make me vomit. “

Michael laughed, nodded, agreeing with you. You got a long talk about music again. This time it wasn’t the band’s history, but the band’s present story.

“It’s hard sometimes. “ Michael mumbled, while the hairdresser walked away. “The first tour was the worst. We love playing live, but getting on a bus and staying indoors is awful. “

You nodded, even though you already knew this. You had done your reading on 5SOS before meeting Michael, knowing that he had it hard sometimes. So did Ashton.

“We’re getting better to cope with it though. “ Michael smiled a sad smile. It wasn’t the first time he had talked about the subject, but it still hit you in the chest.

“I can imagine. “ You said, not wanting to dig further into the dark subject. The hairdresser came and did the last piece of work.

“Looks good. “ You said, walking out of the salon. And he did look sweltering with the red-blood hair.

“Thanks. “ He mumbled and walked out on the bigger street. “We better get a cab. “ He said after looking rather confused at both sides.

The cab driver somehow recognized Michael talked to him with a deep, friendly voice.

“I have a daughter, y’know? “ He said with a big Irish accent. His hair was almost gone, but the bits of it left were white as snow. “Loves your music. “

“Thanks. “ Michael chuckled, his cheeks almost as red as his hair.

“You’re good musicians, you and your band. “ The driver said, looking in the back mirror. “Who’s the lady? “

You looked rather confused at the Irish man. Nobody had ever asked you who you was. You weren’t famous as Michael.

“Uhm… A friend. “ Michael said, looking at you with a stressed shrug.

“I see. “ The driver said, braking so the car made the noise of a whale. “Well, here you go. Can I get a picture? “

“Of course. “ Michael said, before getting out of the car.

“I’m so going to tell Milly about this! “ The Irish man almost jumped up and down in the driver’s seat. Michael closed the car door and walked up to you, waiting on the steps.

“He was nice. “ You said, opening the door. The smell of boys hit your nose one more time this day but at this point, it was getting comforting.

“Yeah. “ Michael said, hurrying up the stairs before you even could close the door. “It the best meeting fans’ parents. They’re so…”

“Old?” You joked, running behind him and standing outside the door to the boys’ playroom.

“Shut up. You know what I mean.” Michael said, opening the door. The three boys sat exactly as you left them, with heads bend over a small piece of paper.

“Wow, your hair got red again. “ Ashton laughed and looked at you. “You know you’re gonna get just as red hair? “

“I was growing tired of the purple, anyway. “ You said, standing and looking at your phone. Michael sat down and slammed his feet beside the paper laying on the coffee table. Calum looked up from the writing process and stared angrily at Michael.

“What?” Michael shouted at Calum, making him shook his head and go back to the writings.

“What did you do? “ Luke asked suspiciously. You looked up from your phone, looking at the scene that was forming.

“Nothing!” Michael yelled in defense, looking smaller than the three. “I got my hair dyed!”

“Paps?” Luke asked again, quickly glancing at you.

“None. “ Michael said confident with a spark in his eyes. “Met some fans. No paparazzi.”

“You sure?“ Ashton said in a serious tone, shoving his phone into Michael’s face. Michael eyes widen as he mumbled “fuck”.

“How the fuck?” He yelled, sitting straight and taking his feet of the table.

“You should know by now. “ Ashton mumbled. You stood there slightly shook as you looked at Ashton, who just gave you a comforting smile.

“Did they take pictures of me? Us? Together?” You said, pulling the phone out of Michael’s hand. Michael nodded slightly and sighed. He was annoyed, because questions would come up in interviews about you, fans would ask about you and hate would get to you – all that he didn’t wish for you.

“Damnit. “ You whispered looking at the awful pictures of you and Michael, walking beside each other. There was no touching, but the matching hair colors might give it away. “I haven’t told anybody about this! I skipped school! What if I get expelled?”

“You won’t get expelled for missing school! “ Luke said comforting, getting up from his seat.

“I didn’t even tell Sally! “ You yelled, not knowing what to do with your hands. You caught Ashton’s eye and threw his phone back to him, taking him by surprise.

“Did you just throw my phone? “ He whispered, but nobody listened.

“Who’s Sally?” Luke asked, while getting a water bottle from the corner and looking at you confused.

“My best friend! “ You exclaimed. “She flirted with you the night we met. “ You pointed out, Luke looking somewhat sickened by the thought of Sally’s flirting.

“CARTER!” You shouted. You ran out of the room and down the stairs, four pair of feet running behind you. You stopped by the door, seeing that Michael looked down by the mention of Carter. Therefore, you instead took a couple steps towards him, kissed him on the cheek and ran out of the door.

“See ya later!” You yelled, smacking the door behind you before the regrets came flooding. Why did you kiss him on the cheek?

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It's Good To See You Again

Pairing: Hamilton x Reader

Words: 1,115

Warnings: 1 Naughty word and there’s a brief scene where Y/N slightly sick from heights.

Request: Requested by Anonymous “Could you do a modern Hamilton x Reader, where they’re friends as kids, but the reader has to move, so they don’t the reader doesn’t get to see them for a long time, but the she goes to a theme park/fair doesn’t matter and she’s waiting in line and all of a sudden she gets bumped into and falls and one of the guys helps her up and they’re like I know you and all the guys are there. One of them has a crush on the reader and takes her on the ferris wheel and kiss when it stops at the top.”

A/N: Hello! My name is Kayla and I’ll be helping Mimi for the moment! (Sorry Anon if you were expecting her… I’ll try my best to be as good.) I apologize if it’s kinda bad, I’ve actually never written x Reader fics. It’s also been a while since I wrote and I mostly wrote angst so here we go.

You could smell the fattening carnival food wafting from the busy stand, reminding you of the last time you went to a fair. Even though you had moved years ago you couldn’t help but feel a bit homesick, the bright colors reminding you of all your old friends from back in New York. Memories of the tall buildings echoed in your mind as you remembered chasing your 4 best friends around the fair. You could remember how much much fun you had on the rollercoaster, and how sick Hamilton was afterwards. The memories of Lafayette and John always wanting to see all the animals with you and the rest of the group always smiling at their coos towards the bunnies. And of course how could you forget Hercules, that fool was always showing off, flirting and winning prizes for all of the other 4th grade ladies. You threw your head back and laughed as you remember your little “gang.” In your distracted steps you can feel the gravel shift and in a quick motion your feet are pulled from under you. Out of instinct you hold out your hands, bracing for impact. Instead you reach another set pulling you up.

“Hey there,” The man smiles, lifting you up. His deep brown eyes and long hair felt familiar, though you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“Oh um,” You smile back,”Hey.” You give an awkwardly little wave. “Thanks for saving me from my little fall.”

“No problem.” His words were confident and smooth, like he had spent his entire life saving people from small accidents. “My name’s Alexander, and if I keep acting like an Ass, will you be my Titania?” Alex chuckled at his pick up line before winking at you. Slowly the wheels began to turn in your brain.

“Alexander? As in Alexander Hamilton?” Your eyes took him in, the way he walked, the way he dressed, suddenly it was completely obvious who he was. “Holy shit! It is you!” You smile before hugging him. “It’s me!” You say in response to his confused looks. “You know, Y/N? From, like, kindergarten?” Suddenly his eyes fill with realization.

“Oh my god!” He says, lifting you up a few inches in a hug. “It really is you!” Alex sets you down before looking around frantically. “I have to tell the guys!”

“Wait the whole gang is here?” You ask.

“Of course! We still stuck together after you moved. Here, follow me.” His calloused hands grabbed yours as he turned around, walking fast to a corndog stand. “Hey guys!” Alexander shouts excitedly to 3 familiar looking faces.

You laugh as they all shout your name upon first glance. A barrage of questions about you and your life.

“One at a time you guys!” John approaches you first, handing his half eaten corndog to Mulligan. You give the freckled boy a quick hug.

“So how have you been? It’s been so long!” You smile, before sitting down at the table with Lafayette and Hercules.

You spend most of the day talking and walking with the group of men, just catching up and laughing at all their new stories. Eventually the day starts winding to a close.

“Sorry Y/N…” Hercules says apologetically. “We all have to prepare for tomorrow’s debate. Professor Washington is already about to fail us. You can stick with Hamilton though, he’s been kicked out. Again.” Everyone laughs at the annoyed Alexander who stuck his tongue out like a bratty kid.

“We all know Charles was a suck-up!” He complained.

“Whatever you say ami,” Lafayette laughs, then turns to you. “Au revoir Y/N.” He says, blowing a kiss. “It’s been good seeing you, have Hamilton give you our numbers.” You wave goodbye to the boys before turning to Alexander.

“So what now?”

“Well, it’s almost dark. Ferris wheel?” You knew that heights always made you queasy but you couldn’t pass the chance to be with your friend again.

“Sure, why not.” You both smile.

Together you walk over to the ferris wheel, which was almost empty. As you stepped up onto the platform you couldn’t help but get nervous at how old and rusty the colorful gondola was.

“After you,” Alexander says playfully, helping you stumble into the seat before sitting down as well. The man running the ferris wheel shuts the door behind him. There’s a sudden burst of motion as it begins, the whirring of the motor audible from inside the little gondola. “Wow…” Hamilton says in awe, looking out from under the roof. “Look at that view.” You could see the entire fair, the lights just starting to turn on. Rides reached up into the sky, with cars full of people screaming and laughing at their ride. The games and the sound of people cheering filled your ears.

The view was stunning, but the longer you looked the more sick you felt. Then you looked down. “Alex…” You mutter, slowly sliding away from the edge. “I may be slightly terrified of heights.” Alexander looked at you in surprise before sliding closer.

“Hey,” He said softly, wrapping his arms around you. As he pressed into you, you could smell the paper and ink, mixed with a hint of a deep musk in his clothes. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N? You didn’t have to come up here with me.” You can feel a smile stretch across your face.

“But I want to be with you, idiot!” You laugh into his chest. “I’ve missed you.” You pull away from him as the gondola slows to a stop, the lack of movement making you thankful.

“Not enough to call, apparently!” He laughs.

“Hardy har. We both know you didn’t call either.” You shoot back. Alexander’s laughs die down at that comment. He hunches over before looking me in the eyes.

“Y/N, look, I’m really sorry about that. I did miss you.” You smile and playfully punch his arm, trying to resolve the awkward air.

“It’s fine Alex, neither of us did anything wrong.”

“You’re beautiful when you smile, you know.” He looks away as both of you turn red. “Hey Y/N?” he asks, his deep brown eyes turning to you.

“Yes?” You can feel the butterflies growing in your stomach, and not from the height.

“You make me really happy. Would you,” Alexander stutters before regaining his composure. “would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Of course, you big dork!” You laugh, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for years!” You pull him closer to you before pressing your lips to his. You revel in the taste of his lips as he begins to kiss you back.


“I love you Y/N.”

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LES MIS DALLAS: A VERY RAW FEELINGS WRITE-UP ACT I

I saw Les Mis Dallas oh, about maybe a little over 7 hours ago and I stayed up all night to talk to pilf and write up everything I could remember. I’m not done with act II yet but yeah okay. This is what I have for act I.

SO. This is VERY MUCH a play-by-play sort of thing so if you DO NOT WANT SPOILERS for this show because you are seeing it, DON’T READ THIS. Seriously don’t. It’s also very sketchy and bare-bones notes and screaming for most of the way through. It is not in ANY WAY polished, I will probably change my opinions, I have probably missed many many things. I am also sleep-deprived and very off-topic. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Hannibal Rewatch: 1x02

Season 1, Episode 2 - “Amuse-Bouche”
or, EVERYONE IS SO YOUNG AND INNOCENT I’M GONNA DIE

**Warning: rewatch blogging, written with knowledge of the full series

Another week, another rewaaaatch.

#same

“Amuse-Bouche” is interesting because it’s the first non-pilot episode, so the procedural format they roll out sets a framework for what this show is going to be moving forward, letting you settle in, as it were.

Or at least, that’s how it would be on a normal show. On Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal, they give you fucking MUSHROOMIZED PEOPLE, and by the time you’re 35 minutes in what should just be a random hallucinogenic horrorfest case has managed to transmogrify into Personal Threats To Will Graham, because This Creep Is Creepily Into Him And WILL Drag Him Into His Creep Embrace. Oh honey, it’s only the second episode. I spent most of this rewatch helpless with grim laughter, ha ha ha, god.

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Dark Side II pt.4

You were looking for a killer of 5 women who had mysterious marks on their neck and  you didn’t know that the murderer was closer than you thought…

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/ Prologue / Pt.1 / Pt.2 / Pt. 3 / Pt.4 / 


Time passed terribly slowly, every minute seemed to be a century. You forgot how sun looked like, your captors forbade you uncover the curtains, threatening lack of food. You’ve been stubborn, until one of them gave you a black eye.

“At least they keep their word.” you thought sarcastically, lying on the soft bed and stroking the black satin sheets. The air was musty but covered with cherry freshener, thin layer of dust appeared on the old furniture. A few days turned into a week, week into two weeks. You were like canary in the cage, slowly losing voice. You haven’t decided which side you want to be, good or bad, all day sleeping or crying, depended on the mood. But loneliness and eternal silence weren’t the worst.

Screams. Every night, every day. Freezing the blood in the veins, sobbing, begging for death, cries … They tortured you, killing young women behind your wall. Usually, they did it in the houses of victims but then decided to have fun with your psyche. Everything became a blurry picture, and you didn’t know what was real and what dream.

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Locked Out But The Key To You(original!!)
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“Shit, damn it!” You cursed to yourself.

You banged at the door helplessly even though you knew that wouldn’t help. You were currently locked out of your house. It was 1 am which didn’t help either. You afraid of standing in the dark, thinking some mugger would come and rob you. You spat in anger and paced back and forth not knowing what to do. It was freezing and windy. You felt your heels scrape against the dry brittle ice on the concrete.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” You asked to yourself.

You couldn’t sleep in your car, because you didn’t even have one at the moment. It was currently getting customized to your taste. You had recently bought a black Audi with a order of a matte hood.

“What the hell?” You asked to yourself, squinting your eyes.

You noticed a car pulling up right besides the curb. You were only a few yards away. You noticed a man getting out in athletic attire. You turned away hoping he wouldn’t be coming your way. You weren’t sure if he was some drug user. Or just someone who lived in the area.

“Damn it.” You cursed banging the door. You grew impatient wanting to get into your house. But you were locked out.

“Excuse me, do you need help?” The strangers voice asked.

You turned around frightened and noticed the stranger’s familiar face, but you couldn’t get a clear view because it was dark.

“I’m locked out of my house, and as you could tell by the banging and curing I’m not satisfied.” You explained smiling nervously.

The stranger walked towards you closer. The street lamp suddenly lit his face and you were shocked to see who he was.

“Yeah I’m Neymar listen-.”

“How’d you know I was going to say that?” You asked cutting him off.

“I’m pretty sure you recognized this pretty boy face the minute the light hit it.” He smirked circling his face with his finger.

“Cocky ass.” You whispered to yourself.

“What?” He asked furrowing his brows.

“N-nothing.” You replied.

“Well I can’t really give you much help, all the key copy stores are closed right now.” He explained looking at his watch.

“No shit Sherlock.” You retorted.

“Damn you need to shut it.” He huffed.

“I was keeping my mouth shut this whole time, you came along with your Nosy ass and asked if I needed help.” You spat crossing your arms.

“Says the dumb ass who locked herself out and started BANGING and YELLING.” He huffed.

You had just met a famous football player, already starting on the wrong foot at the worst time. Neymar walked towards his car opening the front door.

“Wait where are you going?” You asked.

“Home.” He replied.

“You’re just going to leave me here without any help!?” You whined crossing your arms.

“Well you have two options babe. He explained.

"Well go on.” You begged.

“You could either come and stay the night at my place, and wait till morning to get a key, or you could stay in the cold and wait another 13 hours or so.” He smiled sarcastically.

“Choice number one it is.” You said dryly. You walked toward his car and opened the door to the back of the car.

“What are you doing?” He asked Turing to face you.

“I’m getting in the car, you know you’re really dumb for a famous athlete.” You smirked sarcastically.

“You’re sitting next to me, I’m not your driver for you to sit in the back.” He ordered motioning you to sit up front.

“Damn it so picky.” You cursed under your breath.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You said giving a fake smile.

“And by the way don’t call me babe.” You ordered fastening your seatbelt.

“Are you saying you don’t want To be my babe.” He asked faking to be hurt.

“You know what? I was better off standing in the cold.” You unfastened your seatbelt and opened the door.

“No.” You felt Neymar grasp your hand.

“I’m sorry.” He smiled, reaching across and closing your door.
You smiled back and fastened your seatbelt again. The rest of the car ride was quiet.
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“Alright we’re here.” Neymar announced. He pulled up into the driveway and parked the car.

He stepped out and closed the door. You aw him through your side window. He opened the door for you and you got out.

“I still don’t think you understand what "I’m not your chauffeur” means.“ He laughed.

"Sorry I-”

“I’m kidding.” He laughed walking towards the door. You followed behind him hearing your heels clunk on the pebbly path.

Neymar turned the lights on and a modish scene stood before your eyes. His furniture was all modern. It consisted of white, black, and other colors that reminded you of a minimalistic vibe.

“Wow your have a nice place.” You complimented.

“I’d like to think that.” He chuckled walking into the kitchen.

“How different is your place? I noticed it was nice house from the outside.” He asked getting a bottle of wine from the fridge.

“Thanks, It’s actually pretty much the same.” You smiled.

“So you’re into modern stuff right?” He smiled pouring a glass of wine into a slender glass.

“Yeah I guess.” You smiled heading to sit on the counter seat.

“Neymar I don’t drink.” You chuckled nervously.

“Come on just one sip.” He begged handing you the glass.

“I really shouldn’t, besides how can you drink at 2 am?” You asked.

“Suit yourself.” He said sipping some wine to himself.

“Damn.” You whispered to yourself, feeling your ankle. Your legs and feet aches from wearing the tall inched heels. You wanted to take them off, but you didn’t want it to seem like you were making yourself comfortable in his house.

“What’s wrong?” He asked setting the glass in the sink.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You replied.

“Your face looks like it’s drowning in pain.” He pointed at your face.

“My feet ache, I’m wearing 6 inch heels.” You whined.

“Can I ask why?” He laughed looking at your heels.

“I had a meeting with my modeling agency, it was a big meeting, very important.” You explained.

“Wow you’re a model?” He asked in shock.

“Yes why is that such a surprise to you?” You asked crossing your arms.

“It’s not, I just find you way too beautiful to be a model, perhaps an actress?” He laughed nudging your shoulder playfully.

“No no, I can’t act to save my life, thank you though” You laughed, with flushed pink cheeks.

“Well let me show you your room?” He motioned you to come.You followed Neymar upstairs

“Alright this is where you’ll be sleeping for the night, it’s the guest room.” He opened the door to a pretty black and white room, with hues of gray.

“Thank you so much, I don’t what I’d do if I stayed back.” You thanked him.

“Probably stilling banging the door.” He teased banging the guest bedroom door.

“I’ll go get you clothes to change in.” He left getting into another room.

“Shit.” You cursed quietly. You thought it’d be awkward to wear his clothes. And preferred to sleep in your pencil skirt and blouse.

Alright here you are, I hope a jersey and sweats are okay.“ He laughed handing you the clothes.

"Neymar you really didn’t need too.” You smiled handing him his clothes.

“You can’t possibly sleep in that tight skirt.” He raised his brows.

“Who said I would be sleeping in this?” You replied.

Neymar blushed and turned a bright red that infused with his tan skin. Ou blushed too and weren’t thinking of what you just had said.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You laughed nervously.

“Goodnight y/n.” He smiled walking out of the room. He closed the door shut.

“Damn I’m such a dumb ass.” You cursed.

You set his clothes aside, because you weren’t comfortable wearing them. You had only known him for an hour or two. How could you possibly wear his clothes, that took a few months to make a habit of you were actually in a relationship. You chugged off your heels and felt the pain disperse away. Your feet felt free and less achey. You set your purse on the night stand and tossed in bed.

“Shit.” You cursed again. You realized you still had makeup on your face. You walked out of the room silently to head towards the bathroom. As you walked to the bathroom you heard neymar’s voice. It seemed as if he was on the phone.

“Yes Soraja, I’ll be sending you a private jet to come here.” He laughed.

“Okay I’ll see you soon.” He replied ending the call.

You wondered who Soraja was, could it possibly be his girlfriend? Maybe it was just a friend. You quickly rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.

“Am I wrong for thinking that we could be something for real?” You asked yourself in the mirror.

Although you barely knew anything about Neymar, you felt a slight want for him. You wanted him so bad. After you saw him going from asshole mode to gentlemen, you knew you’d be affectionate. But you possibly couldn’t develop feelings over a period of two hours. Neymar had probably only seen you as a random girl, not even the slightest bit of an acquaintance. You quickly washed your face and headed out.

“Still awake?” He smiled walking by.

“Yeah I haut needed to remove my makeup.” You said hesitantly. You were so insecure without wearing makeup. People expected models to look glamorous and perfect. But you were far from that in your mind.

“I’ll get going.” You smiled nervously walking toward the guest room.

“You still haven’t changed?” Neymar asked.

You paused and a stopped walking. You turned your head and looked at Neymar.

“To be honest I don’t feel comfortable, is that okay?” You replied scratching your shoulder.

“That’s fine.” He replied smiling a barely there smile.

“See you in the morning.” You waved goodbye.