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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 | 𝘕𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘑𝘳.

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Before his debut at Santos, you and Neymar Jr. were best-friends who was always together, and the two of you vowed to never forget one another and to stay in touch after he gave you the news about his debut. Neymar broke the promise by ignoring all of your contact attempts since he joined Santos. Fast forward in the future, you cross paths at a mutual friends party. [ ANGST. Childhood friends to lovers ]

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.8k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you guys so much for the love on my first imagine I have ever wrote, Smilingxo ! Part 2 will be posted when I have internet connection. I’m on vacation right now and the place I’m staying at internet is down at the moment ): I kept this story in my drafts as I was going to post it next- but I’ll post this instead since I can’t upload Part 2 just yet!

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You and Neymar Jr. were great friends since you were young, spending a lot of time together whether it was doing homework or playing football. You two first met in middle school, and throughout high school, your friendship only deepened. You recall how excited you were for him the night he informed you of his impending debut with Santos FC, but you couldn't have imagined how your friendship with him would develop in the future.

You were currently practicing futebol at the neighborhood's futebol field, kicking the futboll, like you would usually do after school in the neighborhood.

“Coelhina!” (little bunny/bunny) Neymar, who was 17-years-old, calls out to you, a 16-year-old. You turn to look at him as he starts to approach you while smiling. You sprint towards the goal to collect the ball, then spin around and kick it at Neymar, making him squeal. You scream, "STOP CALLING ME THAT," aware that he only does so because of how high you jumped when he played a stupid prank on you by tossing fake spiders at you.

He chuckles before snatching the ball and coming your way. “Oh hush you know you like it.” He drops the ball at your feet. You notice him wearing his regular shoes,"No cleats?" He shakes his head as you question him, "I have some wonderful news for you." “Are you buying me new cleats!!” You glance at your damaged ones on the ground; at this point, duct tape was their only means of survival. He plucks at your forehead causing you to sulk. "No Coelhina,” he chuckles, shaking his head before continuing, “I got scouted from Santos youth academy to play with the higher league now.. Which means I'm going to be traveling.”

You grasp his shoulders and shake him a little while you bounce up and down squealing. “ That's amazing news! WHAAAT! Congratulations, I knew you could do it!!!” Although Neymar was grinning as you offered your congratulations, you knew there was still a problem, so you had to cut your joy for him short. “Ney? Is there something else?” He massages the back of his head and then casts a glance elsewhere before returning to you. " We won't be able to really see eachother anymore Y/N, and you know how much I worry about you when I am not around.”

You nip at the inside of your cheek, understanding what he was trying to say. Growing up, you were constantly preoccupied with your studies and futebol, which prevented you from making many friends. Not because you were unable to establish friends, but because you believed Neymar to be your one friend. He was nonetheless concerned about your mental health even though you had no sense of loneliness. In an effort to lighten the mood, you slap his chest and say, "Aw, hush, you know I'll be OK! I'll be joining the female team the next time around, so don't worry!”

You intended to sign up for more games to participate in order to be spotted by recruiters, but Neymar is unaware that you have hardly been attending games because you have had to put in extra hours at your mother's store to help with the family's finances. You continued to speak,"You think getting rid of me will be that simple?" His smile widens causing his eyes to slant. You instantly feel better about the situation knowing that was his genuine smile. “We should promise to stay in touch, so you raise your hand and extend your pinky.” “I promise, my Coelhina,” he says, reaching a hand to clasp yours with his pinky extended.

Neymar's tone was different when he called you by your nickname, but you didn't give it any thought. “Hey NeyNey,” he hums in response as you continue to smile, "I caught ya," with that being said, you quickly kick the ball in between his open legs, nutmegging him. He laughs and turns around, running frantically to try and get the ball. You chase it down as well, and you two start fighting over the ball.

That afternoon was full of laughter, smiles, and most importantly, love. It was impossible for either of you to tell if the love was romantic or just a "friendship" kind.

If only the friendship between you two continued to go on like that.

Right now, in the present, you are assisting your closest friend Miriam with the preparations for the club that she booked out for her 27th birthday party. In college, you and Miriam shared a room and have stayed friends ever since. While you majored in Sports Communication in College, she chose to study fashion. You laugh as you put the numbers "2" and "7" on top of her birthday cake, "Gosh you are getting old." “You are only two years younger than me Y/N, don't start.” She points at you with a slight glare. As a result, you stick your tongue out at her causing her to laugh. In Brasil, Miriam is a well-known model. She was well-known in the pageant world as a child and had even won Miss Teen Brazil a few times before she stopped to focus more on her studies. "I'm going to get dressed at home and then come back.” you say checking the time. You stayed the night at her place so that the two of you could ride together to assist her with setting up the club's décor for tonight.

She could have simply hired decorators, but she is a perfectionist and would rather do it herself rather than risk having a mishap ruin her special day. She said earlier that it would only be a little party so we didn’t have to go all out with decor, but something tells you that her definition of "small" is different from yours after many hours of preparation. She nods her head as you swiftly bid her farewell and depart. Hours later, you were now completely dressed and parked next to the club. You weren't sure if the jitteriness you were experiencing was coming from your heart or the bass of the music coming from the building near you.

As you glance at yourself in the rearview mirror, you sigh lightly and start to speak to yourself, "Alright Y/N, this is probably your best chance to find a hot boyfriend. You can do this. You look terrific. You feel fantastic. YOU. ARE. AMAZING. Even though there are certainly SUPERMODELS there, they can't guard you.” (Can’t guard = cannot defend in futebol) Before getting out of the car and walking up the driveway to Miriam's house, you give yourself a firm nod. You're wearing a white dress with spaghetti straps and a deep V-Line that reveals your cleavage. The inner section of the V-Line is accented with gold rhinestones, and you're wearing white open-toe wedge heels. The minimum makeup you're wearing on your face gives you a "glow" that is quite natural.

As soon as you enter the house, you start scanning the crowd for Miriam. Although you now have more friends than you did when you were younger, you knew none of the people dancing were your friends by the brief search you conducted. As soon as you recognize Miriam, you smile and move swiftly in her direction. She was currently dancing in a booth by herself. She gave off the impression that she was waiting for someone. In an effort to avoid disturbing the people dancing in opposition to one another, you glide past the crowd. You exclaim, "Miriam!" while smiling, which prompts her to turn around. “Y/N! You look fantastic!” Because of all the interviews you do during your sports profession, she was accustomed to seeing you dressed in business casual attire. “You look good too! Why is the birthday girl all alone? You should be hitting it on the dance floor!” You grab her hand, beginning to dance which causes her to mimic your moves and laugh.“I was talking to someone but he left to get us some drinks!” she answers, a smile spreading across her face.

“Speaking of the devil!” she flashes a smile to the person behind you. “Hope you don't mind the taste,” a hand holding a drink stretches out from behind you and hands it to her. She gladly takes it, taking a small sip before speaking “This is my best friend, Y/N,” she nods her head in your direction in appreciation. You turn to shake their hand as you do so. “Nice to meet yo-,”your words were cut short when a recognizable pair of hazel eyes met yours. There is no way. Neymar. Neymar Jr. Neymar Jr that is currently playing for FCB Barcelona… is at a party right now? Shouldn't he be… I don't know, kicking a ball or something?,you thought to yourself. It's not shocking that he looks different now than he did ten years ago. He was dressed in all white, with a white snapback that was worn backwards. Even though he was wearing the cap, it was still obvious that he no longer has the awful mullet you used to criticize but secretly admired. He accessorized with a gold watch and a short, neck-worn chain made of the same metal. All of the memories of you two played out in your thoughts like a movie, your heart began to sink. The memories of you two studying together and how you used to make fun of his concentration face, all of the teasing and pranks he did to you, and so forth. The pleasant recollections quickly faded as you started to recall how he used to ignore you. It appeared as though you had disappeared out of his life following the day he announced the news to you. Yet, he still consistently shared photos of himself on social media hanging out with his teammates or attending parties, so you knew that he was clearly still active on the account. He never tried to meet up with you, not even when he paid a visit to Brasil. Did friendship mean nothing to him? Since the day he departed, you can't even claim that you two have spoken to one another because the texts were more from your end than his.

Back in your younger years you sent him numerous texts, filling him in on all the little events from your day or just school rumors that you thought he would be interested in knowing. He did nothing except read them, though. You initially didn't care because you assumed he would simply read them throughout the day and answer at night since he probably had practice everyday. The pain in your chest began to grow after one day of no reply stretched into a week. You reduced your messaging from once a day, to once a week, to just on holidays, to never. Like you, he was speechless and frozen in place due to his star-struck state.

Only then when Miriam asked, "You two know each other?," you two realized how long you have been looking at each other. Her words allow you to snap out of your trace. “Uh.. yeah, we were classmates in highschool.” You briefly smile, “ Wellllllll I will leave you two at it. I'm gonna go to the bar now!” You leave the booth area knowing it would be easier to immediately blend into the crowd. “Y/N!” Although Neymar's voice calls out to you, you don’t turn back for him. Was your behavior towards him after all these years petty? Maybe. Nonetheless, you took commitments seriously, and you didn't expect him to breach this one.You weren't exactly heartbroken back then, am I right? You weren't upset that the person you loved so much in a ‘friendly way’ left you, were you? Yeah, totally not. Or perhaps you more strongly believed whatever helped you to sleep at night. You initially believed that your feelings for Neymar were merely those of a friend, but deep down they were far deeper. At the moment, you really don't want to see him right now because the unpleasant flashbacks started to dampen your mood once more, proving that you hadn't really moved on from the feelings as you had initially thought. Finding the bar, you grab a random drink and one of the shots that were on the bar counter. You immediately take the shot, making your face scrunch up in disgust. You shook your head as a scorching sensation ran down your chest. Oh fuck, that was disgusting. Even though you've never been the kind to consume alcohol, you wanted to relax and have fun tonight. You set the shot glass—now empty—on the table and move toward the dance floor with the cup in hand. You began dancing in the middle of the floor, swaying your hips side to side as you moved with the beat,taking a sip from your cup every now and then. It didn’t take long for someone to come up behind you and begin to dance with you. Your back was pressed against his as you turned your head to the side to look up and see who it was. A dark skinned man who was roughly 5’10 eyes met yours- it was not someone you knew. He smiles down at you, grabbing your free-hand to turn you around so you can face him.

As the two of you dance he leans down a bit to introduce himself, “My name is Kylian and yours?” “Y/N!” “That's such a pretty name for a beautiful girl like yourself”, he responds as he winks down at you. You knew it was such a cliche saying, but you couldn't help but to smile. In order to discard the empty cup, you excuse yourself. After that, you returned to the dance floor and grinned at what you saw there. The man, whose name you now know to be Kylian, was quietly waiting for you as he danced sublimely. You make the decision to weave through the crowd and approach him from behind. You yell, "Great dance movements!" and he turns around, grinning as he sees your laughter. You take hold of his extended hand and rejoin him as you carry on with the rest of your night. You two continued to engage in small talk while dancing for the majority of the evening. Kylian was a very kind and respectful guy, and that was not the alcohol in your system tricking you. You never drink to get drunk anyways, after you feel tipsy you stop. “I’m gonna catch some fresh air then I will be back”, you tell Kylian as you could feel sweat practically dripping down your back. With a combination of all of the people on the dance floor and how closely you two were dancing, it is no surprise you began to feel like a sticky mess. “Okay, I will probably be in my section over there,” he points at a corner,” just in case we can't find each other let me see your phone so I can put my number inside. I would love to be friends with you, or perhaps something more when we are both clearly sober,” he laughs.

Your smile never leaves your face with him as you hand him your phone. You made a new friend which made you happy. A friend that wouldn’t mind becoming more in the future if chemistry is there at that. He quickly puts in his phone number and once finished you begin to maneuver yourself through the crowd, you walk towards the entrance of the club. Once outside, you walk towards where you parked so you can relax against your car. While walking you kept your head down, looking at the phone number of the boy you met. “What are you looking at?” Neymar's voice speaks as he looks at you while leaning against your car. “Why are you leaning against my car? Get up.” You walk closer to him and extend your arm to push him off. Suddenly, his hand reaches up and grabs yours. He looks into your eyes with a soft expression, “ Y/N, por favor, me escutem. Se depois das minhas palavras você ainda sentir o mesmo por mim, eu o deixarei em paz.” (please listen to me. If after my words you still feel the same way about me I will leave you alone) It felt as if your heart took a beating seeing him in this state, but you couldn't help not to express yourself as well.

“Deixar-me em paz? Como você já tem feito? Neymar, eu nunca me senti tão abandonado em minha vida. Você me fez sentir como se nossa amizade não significasse nada para você, quando era o meu mundo inteiro. Você era o meu mundo. Eu sei, eu não deveria manter esta promessa que fizemos quando crianças contra você. Mas, eu também não posso evitar. Significou muito para mim. Significou muito para mim. Agora, eu nem sei como me sentir em relação a você.” (Leave me alone? Like you already have been doing? Neymar, I never felt so abandonéd in my life. You made me feel as if our friendship meant nothing to you, when it was my entire world. You were my world. I know, I shouldn't hold this promise we made as kids against you. But, I can't help it either. It meant a lot to me. You meant a lot. Now, I don't even know how to feel about you.) Kylian was now no longer in your mind, only Neymar. You did everything in your power to fight back the tears that are begging to be dropped. Your eyes stare deeply into his, yet nothing utters out of his mouth. You both stare into eachother eyes for about a minute before you huff, shaking your head at him. You couldn’t believe he had nothing to say as a response. You attempt to remove your arm from his grasp but he only tightens his grip. “Desculpe-me Y/N..... Lamento profundamente que meu egoísmo o tenha colocado em um lugar tão escuro. Sua preciosa alma não merecia o que eu fiz a você.” (I'm sorry Y/N..... I am deeply sorry my selfishness put you in such a dark place. Your precious soul did not deserve what I have done to you.) There was a small pause. It looks as if he was having a mental battle with himself, perhaps wondering if he should tell you

something or not. “Não há como revestir isto com açúcar, então vou apenas dizer isto.” (There is no way to sugar coat this so I am just going to say it.) He removes his grip for your arm, now grabbing both of your hands. His eyes never left yours as he confesses to you, “Enquanto eu estava muito apaixonado por você, não tinha certeza de como abordar o assunto com você e decidi que seria melhor ignorá-lo para poder me concentrar no meu trabalho. Eu sei, foi

uma decisão tão estúpida. Mas enquanto eu o via como minha esposa, você me via como seu melhor amigo. Vê-lo dançar com Kylian me fez saber que esses sentimentos ainda estão presentes, embora as palavras não possam transmitir o quanto eu quero que eu possa voltar no tempo e desfazer o que eu fiz com você. Eles ainda estão lá, meu coelhinho, fortes como sempre. Fiquei tão furioso quando vi isso, mas sabia que não era meu lugar para fazer nada. Só queria que pudéssemos voltar a como as coisas eram. Como nós éramos. Mesmo que isso signifique que não posso chamá-lo de meu, ainda quero estar ao seu lado em tudo isso.”

(While I was very much in love with you, I was unsure of how to approach the subject with you and decided it would be best to ignore you in order to concentrate on my job. I know, it was such a stupid decision. But while I viewed you as my wife, you saw me as your best friend. Seeing you dance with Kylian made me know that those feelings are still present, even though words cannot convey how much I want I could go back in time and undo what I have done to you. They are still there, my bunny, strong as ever. I was so furious when I saw that but I knew it was not my place to do anything. I just wish we could go back to how things were. How we were. Even if that means I cannot call you mine, I still want to be by your side throughout it all. ) Now you are the one lost at words.

The more he spoke the more it felt as if your throat was closing up. The memories from when you two were younger began to play in your mind, yet more clearer. The times when you were helping him with his homework but focussed more on the way he bit his lip to concentration was not because you wanted to make fun of him- but because you found it cute, when you would think about him when you would hear your parents having an argument to get distracted in your ‘happy place’, or when you two would play futebol with one another and sometimes fall on top of eachother; how the distance always made your heart skip a beat.It wasn't until then that you understood you were experiencing love just as Neymar was. In actuality, you never let those emotions leave your heart. It wasn't because you were fussy that you never entered a relationship; rather, it was because you were still in love with your childhood best friend.

Even though you searched for a person who resembled him, none of them fit the bill. They weren't Neymar Jr., the man who has your heart as his own. Minutes have gone by and you haven't said anything yet causing Neymar express turn sad. “Goodbye, meu Coelhinho,” (My bunny) he begins to loosen his grip from your hands. You decide to let your actions speak rather than your words as you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. The kiss caught him off guard but he greatly accepts it as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, almost too afraid to let go. Your lips dance against each other perfectly as you share your love for each other. Once out of breath you finally pull away, looking up into his eyes while panting slightly, “ You better prove to me I am not making a bad decision.”His eyes were squinting due to the size of his current smile, “Even if it takes a lifetime,meu amor.” (my love)

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to interact with this post to let me know you enjoyed this imagine (:

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alienejj · 2 months

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(I took these pictures myself)

Part 1

This is a collection of short stories, 50 penguin's modern classics. They were sold together so I've no idea if they're sold separately. I bought them back when Book Depository was still a thing :( this is one of the few times I bought brand new books instead of thrifting them, I splurged on it because I was given Eid money around that time ahaha

Titles in this set (summary taken from the backs of the books):

LETTER FROM BIRMINGHAM JAIL by MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. This landmark missive from one of the greatest activists in history calls for direct, non-violent resistance in the fight against racism, and reflects on the healing power of love.

TELEVISION WAS A BABY CRAWLING TOWARD THAT DEATHCHAMBER by ALLEN GINSBERG. Profane and prophetic verses about sex, death, revolution and America by the great icon of Beat poetry.

THE BREAKTHROUGH by DAPHNE DU MAURIER. A scientist's attempt to solve the mystery of life after death has chilling consequences, in this eerie tale from a virtuoso writer of suspense.

THE CUSTARD HEART by DOROTHY PARKER. Wise-cracking and heartbreaking, these tales of women on the edge by the legendary wit Dorothy Parker show the darkness beneath the surface of the Jazz Age.

THREE JAPANESE SHORT STORIES by AKUTAGAWA & OTHERS. Three beguiling, strange, funny and hair-raising tales of imprisonment, memory and atrocity from early twentieth-century Japan.

THE VEILED WOMAN by ANAÏS NIN. Transgressive desires and sexual encounters are recounted in these four pieces from one of the greatest writers of erotic fiction.

NOTES ON NATIONALISM by GEORGE ORWELL. Biting and timeless reflections on patriotism, prejudice and power, from the man who wrote about his nation better than anyone.

FOOD by GERTRUDE STEIN. From apples to artichokes, these glittering, fragmented, painterly portraits of food by the avant-garde pioneer Gertrude Stein are redolent of sex, laughter and the joy of everyday life.

THE THREE ELECTROKNIGHTS by STANISLAW LEM. From a giant of twentieth-century science fiction, these four miniature space epics feature crazy inventors, surreal worlds, robot kings and madcap machines.

THE GREAT HUNGER by PATRICK KAVANAGH. By turns tragic and comic, irascible and exalted, these are some of the most beloved poems by a writer who transformed Irish verse.

I reblog bookish content and since I have a home library I also make bookish content myself; aesthetic book pics, reviews, recommendations, quotes, excerpts, hauls and cats.

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Nrfth (3) - Behind the scenes shenanigans

Summary: A dream shattered. A heart broken.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Side Characters: Robert Downey jr., Sebastian Stan

Warnings: nervous reader, tension, intoxicated Chris/Reader, slow burn

A/N: This series is a “short” chapter story. It contains of a collection of drabbles.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 2

A/N: Please consider the timeline. This chapter takes place after the first CA movie. So, Dodger is not in the picture yet.

“Do you want to come home with me?” Chris sways a little as you walk out of the back of the club you were celebrating at. “I got a nice bed. We can sleep the booze off.” He grins at you.

“Chris, I-“ you swallow thickly. “We are both drunk. Well…I’m only a little tipsy, but you are drunk. I’ll make sure you’ll get home safely. Nothing else.”

“You’re so nice…” he mumbles and wraps his arm around your shoulders. Shit. Chris leans on your smaller frame, and he’s fucking heavy. “I knew the moment I saw that video online that you’re going to be the perfect sidekick for Cap.”

“You saw the video too?”

He hums. “They said, look at this video. What do you think?” Chris pecks your cheek as you try to walk him toward the Uber you called before you left the club. “I said you can kick ass, and still look cute.”

Now you regret not giving in to his advances. Chris is nice, and he still smells so good. And he thinks you are cute… “Almost there. We are going to get you home safely and you can sleep the alcohol off.”

“Will ya come with me?” he stops walking to look at you. “You can’t let me go home alone. I might get lost.”

“You’re funny and a cute drunk,” you chuckle, “but this won’t work, Mr. Evans. I’m not going to go home with you.”

He sighs deeply, but at least he starts walking again. “We could have food. Damn, I’m kinda hungry. Do you have cake at home?”

“No. Why would I have cake at home?”

“Just asking for a friend,” he slurs in your ear. “Maybe you got a secret stash filled with chocolate and cake.”

“Nah. I only got a half-eaten chocolate bar. But I think my dog calls dips on that one,” you laugh as his brows furrow.

“Y/N!” He suddenly looks sober. “Chocolate is dangerous for dogs! Did they eat it? We need to go to save them!”

“I was joking, Chris. Let’s get you home.”

He hums and dips his head. Chris gives you a lopsided grin. “We could marry. I know a chaple around the corner.”

“What?” you gulp. “You are more drunk than I thought!”

He drops his arm from around your shoulders to get down on his knees. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” You are full-blooming panicking now.

“YOU GOT PRANKED!”

You squeak as Robert, Sebastian, and the girl whose name you still don’t remember jumping out of their hideout to take pictures of you and Chris. “Now you are part of the team, doll.”

Chris gets back up. He wraps his arms around you, laughing as you mutter under your breath.

“That wasn’t funny, Chris!” you grunt. “I thought you want to hump me like a feral wolf any moment. And then you go down on your knees…”

“Oh, sweets,” he whispers in your ear so only you can hear him. “Only the proposal was a joke. The rest was…” Chris presses a soft kiss to your ear, “Foreplay…”

“Ready.” You glance at the mirror one last time. “I hope the hairstyle survives the next scene.” You chuckle. “Great job as always, Grace.”

You get up to walk toward the door, chatting with Grace. You step outside only for Chris to jump at you, yelling your name.

“FUCK!” you scream as he scared the shit out of you. “I almost go a heart attack.”

“Oh, sweets.” He wraps his arms around you. “Sorry, I just wanted to pull a prank on you to welcome you to the cast.”

“You scared the shit outta me, Chris.” You exhale shakily. “Why are you always pranking people?”

“I’m a troublemaker,” he snickers. “I wanted to come and pick you up for the next scene. I want you to watch me run through walls.”

“You mean Cap runs through the walls, and your stunt double.”

Fuck. Chris is right in front of you, stretching his arms above his head. He sticks his ass out, wiggling it. The fans are right. He’s got America’s ass.

“Ready Chris?” the stunt double asks. He’s warming up too, ready to take over the more dangerous scenes.

“Ready if you are,” Chris says as he looks at the shield secured to his arm. “Let’s break through a few walls.

“And…action!”

Chris starts running toward the fake walls. He breaks through them and calls your name. You easily fall into your role, chasing after Chris.

“Cut!”

You sigh as you made it on the first try. Somehow playing alongside Chris makes things easy. You’re less nervous too.

“Well done, sweets,” Chris grins at you. “How about having a coffee? I need to get my hair fixed. We could talk and pick up where we stopped at the club…”

“East! Come here buddy,” Chris calls for his dog as the bulldog jumps at you to lick your face. The dog waited for you to crouch down to pick your script up. Now he’s having a blast attacking you with wet kisses. “EAST!”

Chris throws his head back as you try to fend his dog off. “Eek…he tries to eat my face,” you giggle and laugh as East won’t let up. “I guess he smells Luca on me.”

“He’s got a thing for pretty ladies.” Chris flashes you one of those heart-melting smiles. His ocean-blue eyes drop to your lips, and he subconsciously licks his own. “Let me help you up.”

Chris holds out his hand, and you eagerly take it. “We could read the script together. The next few scenes will be intense. A lot of running, fighting, and stuff.”

“Sure. I’ll go check on Luca, and we can meet at your trailer,” you offer. There is nothing wrong with spending time with Chris on set. Right?

“I’ll grab us a snack,” Chris smirks. “Come on, buddy. You kissed her enough for today.”

You watch Chris walk away, East by his side. “Damn, it. No. You can’t fall for the star of your show. He’s just a natural flirt. Chris is not into you.”

Right when you want to walk toward your trailer, Chris looks over his shoulder to wink at you.

“Shit. I’m so fucked…”

>> Part 4

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#Nrfth (3) - Behind the scenes shenanigans #Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x actress!reader #rpf #marvel rpf

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everycorner · 3 months

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what are some of your fav books tho 👀

oh hey. here's some:

The Book of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe

the collected plays of Sarah Kane, but especially Cleansed and 4.48 Psychosis

Dionne Brand's long poem Ossuaries

The Southern Reach Trilogy by Jeff Vandermeer

Alan Garner's Weirdstone trilogy

Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake

Autobiography of Red and An Oresteia by Anne Carson

any James Tiptree Jr short story collection

every book Porpentine has released

i can give you a punch card which you can redeem once you've reached 4+ holes

#lemme know if you wanna hear my thoughts about any of them <3

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neoneun-au · 7 months

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A post for my book recommendations, to be continuously updated as I read and remember more. Because without reading, I would not be writing.

All time favourites are marked with a ☆

All are sorted by genre and will be linked (if able) to their Goodreads pages so that you can dig deeper into whatever catches your eye.

(ps if you have a Goodreads account, you can add me here)

Anthology/Short Story Collections

Behold This Dreamer - Walter de la Mare ☆

Love Letters of Great Men - Ursula Doyle

Difficult Women - Roxane Gay

The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories - Ken Liu

The Elephant Vanishes - Haruki Murakami

Essays

Bad Feminist - Roxane Gay ☆

Bluets - Maggie Nelson ☆

On Freedom - Maggie Nelson

In Praise of Shadows - Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

Malleable Forms - Meeka Walsh ☆

Fiction (Classic)

Persuasion - Jane Austen ☆

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

The Awakening - Kate Chopin

North and South - Elizabeth Gaskell ☆

Siddhartha - Hermen Hesse

The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera ☆

Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov

Fiction (Modern)

All’s Well - Mona Awad ☆

Bunny - Mona Awad

Jonathan Livingston Seagull - Richard Bach

The Pisces - Melissa Broder

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

For Today I Am A Boy - Kim Fu

The Vegetarian - Han Kang

The Historian - Elizabeth Kostova ☆

Fall on Your Knees - Ann-Marie MacDonald

A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing - Eimear McBride

No Country for Old Men - Cormac McCarthy

The Road - Cormac McCarthy ☆

Under the Hawthorne Tree - Ai Mi

The Song of Achilles - Madeleine Miller ☆

After Dark - Haruki Murakami ☆

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage - Haruki Murakami

1Q84 - Haruki Murakami ☆

Hamnet - Maggie O'Farrell

The English Patient - Michael Ondaatje

Boy, Snow, Bird - Helen Oyeyemi

Mr. Fox - Helen Oyeyemi ☆

A Tale for the Time Being - Ruth Ozeki

The Overstory - Richard Powers ☆

The Godfather - Mario Puzo

Blindness - José Saramago

How To Be Both - Ali Smith

The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt ☆

The Secret History - Donna Tartt

Ru - Kim Thúy

Brooklyn - Colm Tóibín

Big Fish - Daniel Wallace

Kitchen - Banana Yoshimoto

Horror/Thriller

The Exorcist - William Peter Blatty

Jurassic Park - Michael Crichton

Gerald’s Game - Stephen King

The Shining - Stephen King

Audition - Ryū Murakami

I’m Thinking of Ending Things - Iain Reid

Manga/Graphic Novels

Basilisk - Futaro Yamada, Maseki Sagawa

Death Note - Tsugumi Ohba, Takeshi Obata

Eureka Seven - Jinsei Kataoka, Kazuma Kondou

Lore Olympus - Rachel Smythe

Nana - Ai Yazawa ☆

Paradise Kiss - Ai Yazawa

Uzumaki - Junji Ito

xxxHolic - CLAMP

Memoirs/Journals

Speak, Okinawa - Elizabeth Miki Brina

Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness - Susannah Cahalan

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - Caitlin Doughty

I’m Glad My Mom Died - Jennette McCurdy

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running - Haruki Murakami

Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books - Azar Nafisi

Henry and June - Anaïs Nin ☆

The Glass Castle - Jeanette Walls ☆

Non-Fiction (General)

Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking - Susan Cain

The Red Market - Scott Carney

The Swerve: How the World Became Modern - Stephen Greenblatt

Dark Money: The Hidden History of the Billionaires Behind the Rise of the Radical Right - Jane Mayer

The Psychopath Test - Jon Ronson

The Elements of Style - William Strunk Jr, E.B White

Non-Fiction (Philosophy/Spiritual)

The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge - Carlos Castañeda

Silence: In the Age of Noise - Erling Kagge ☆

The Kybalion - Three Initiates ☆

The Tibetan Book of the Dead: The Great Liberation Through Hearing in the Bardo - Chögyam Trungpa

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu

Poetry Collections

I Love My Love - Reyna Biddy

Let Us Compare Mythologies - Leonard Cohen

The Prophet - Khalil Gibran

The Anatomy of Being - Shinji Moon

The Beauty of the Husband - Anne Carson ☆

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth - Warsan Shire

Night Sky with Exit Wounds - Ocean Vuong

Speculative Fiction

Dune - Frank Herbert

Station Eleven - Emily St. John Mandel ☆

Battle Royale - Koushun Takami

True Crime

Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders - Vincent Bugliosi

In Cold Blood - Truman Capote ☆

Young Adult

A Great and Terrible Beauty - Libba Bray ☆

The Diviners - Libba Bray

The Sun is Also a Star - Nicola Yoon

#book recs #mads.recs

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Hello! I'm really curious, what books/authors would you recommend to someone who's new to writing horror?

Hi! Here is what I have on hand (minus my loaned out copies of my favorite book ever Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones and Never Whistle At Night: an indigenous anthology of dark fiction which made me cry on an airplane and made the person next to me very uncomfortable, like she was just trying to build a cart at banana republic, apologies to seat 17B)

God’s Cruel Joke Lit Mag because I’m in them and will be in issue 4, too :) published either mid-January or February 2024– @labyrinthphanlivingafacade is in issue 3 with a great short story that I won’t spoil ***right now the magazines are available to purchase in physical copies but I was told all issues will be free to download as pdfs pretty soon!

Severance by Ling Ma (body horror but not in the way you think, the real horror is repetition and loneliness)

Wilder Girls by Rory Power (body horror)

The Female of the Species by Mindy McGinnis (adjacent the horror genre but a hell of a read)

ANYTHING BY STEPHAN GRAHAM JONES ANYTHING

We Have Always Lived in a Castle by Shirely Jackson (I read this for the first time last spring boy howdy, I also included The Lottery for its suspense)

Dean Koontz because my husband suggested it for the list— this was just the first title I grabbed, I think he said Patrician Crowell too but I was busy looking for Mongrels

A Good and Happy Child by Justin Evans (I didn’t finish this because depression set in shortly after I started but the first chapter plays with second pov which I really liked, I’m determined to read it this year)

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn (I really enjoyed HBO’s adaptation)

The Girl With All The Gifts by M.R. Carey (likely the only zombie stories that made me weep uncontrollably)

Girls & Sex by Peggy Orenstein (non-fiction: explores modern young women navigating sexuality and because I have a thing for loss of autonomy— it’s been a few years since I read it but there is discussion of sexual assault, but I appreciate the expanse of her research and even included a conversation with someone who is asexual)

Black Leopard Red Wolf by Marlon James (got a chill just typing this out— the audio book is exquisite)

You’ll notice some nonfiction because, as a historian undergrad, nothing scares me more than man. The battles of Leningrad and Stalingrad are particularly stomach churning. America’s Reconstruction Era is full of acted out malice and under taught in my opinion.

An Indigenous People’s History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

The 900 Days, The Siege of Leningrad by Harrison E. Salisbury

Enemy at the Gates by William Craig

(On the other side of WW2 I have a book of the experiences of German solider’s left over from a paper I wrote on the inadequacy of Nazi uniforms and how it expedited their failure in Russia, Frontsoldaten by Stephen G. Fritz)

Stony the Road by Henry Louis Gates, Jr (one of my favorite authors, try finding “How Reconstruction Still Shapes American Racism” Time Magazine, April 2, 2019, I used it as a source for a paper on the history of voting rights)

Bloodstoppers and Bearwalkers— folk tales of Canadians, Lumberjacks & Indians by Richard M. Dorson (published around 1952 but content collected from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in the 40’s)

Raven Tells Stories: An Anthology of Alaskan Native Writing (I’m Alutiiq and the museum on Kodiak has a lot of stories recorded under Alutiiq Museum Podcast— my kids and I listen on Spotify)

I think the genre of horror is really mastering tension and playing on peoples fears which is why I included old school folk stories (An Underground Education had a great write up on the Grimm Brothers and the original fairy tales from around the world such as the Chinese and Egyptian Cinderella, as well as several different sections of funny tales, torture techniques, absolute weirdos etc etc) in this vein of thought The Uses of Enchanment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales by Bruno Bettelheim could prove to be useful

If you’re writing a character with Bad Parents— Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents and Toxic Parents (it has a longer subtitle but I don’t see my copy anywhere) might be able to help you shape character traits

I reached out to @littleredwritingcat who has a mind plentiful in sources who recommended

The Gathering Dark: an anthology of folk horror (I will be picking this one up asap)

Toll by Cherie Priest (southern gothic)

Anything by Jennifer MacMahon

The Elementals by Michael McDowell

#book recommendations #answered #is that my ask box tag? I never get them and forget everytime lmao #I feel like I should have prefaced this with how I’m just dipping my toes into horror myself #so I’d love to hear what other people are reading too!!!!

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uwmspeccoll · 1 year

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Staff Pick of the Week

Ernest Thompson Seton (1860-1846) was a prolific Canadian-American author and wildlife artist, who was also one of the founding pioneers of the Boy Scouts of America. Woodland Tales is a reflection of his interests in the natural world, consisting of short stories about animals and the seasons. He split the book up into parts that he labeled as “Things to see in Springtime” or “Things to see in Wintertime,” with matching short stories. Throughout the book you can find many of his illustrations.

I was shelving something else when I found this book on accident, and I’m glad I opened it. The illustrations and stories vary between feeling like it’s something out of a fairy tale to something more scientific, such as a field guide. As a nature-lover myself, this book was a great find!

This particular edition is the 1922 printing of the book, originally published in 1921 by Doubleday, Page & Company In Garden City, N.Y. Another interesting thing about the book is the curious details I learned about Doubleday when researching it. For instance, during the relocation of the firm to Garden City in 1910, some of their operations were done out of a train station! The founder Frank Nelson Doubleday either ghost wrote or edited John D. Rockefeller’s autobiography, and he was also friends with Mark Twain and Rudyard Kipling. Another interesting thing to note is that one of the company’s partners, Walter Hines Page, was also the ambassador to Great Britain during World War I. The Doubleday company and later its then president and CEO Nelson Doubleday, Jr., the grandson of the founder, owned the New York Mets baseball team from 1980-2002. What quirky little things to learn!

Beginning in the late 1980s, Doubleday began a series of mergers, becoming a a division of Random House in 1998 and merging with Knopf Publishing Group in 2009, which today is part of Penguin Random House. I ended up learning more about the publisher than about the author or title, but that’s the rabbit hole one goes down sometimes when selecting a staff pick!

View more posts with illustrations by Ernest Thompson Seton.

View more Staff Picks!

-- Sarah W,. Special Collections Undergraduate Intern

#Staff Pick of the Week #staff picks #Sarah W.#Ernest Thompson Seton #Woodland Tales #Doubleday Page & Company #Doubleday #Frank Nelson Doubleday #Walter Hines Page #Nelson Doubleday Jr.#publishing history

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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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You Never Will: Part 2

Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader

Summary: A chase, a collision and a creation.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 820

Authors note: Honestly, I didn’t initially want this to have a happy ending, I wanted to leave the story where it was, but I don’t know, maybe this one deserved the happy ending. Sorry it is so short but sometimes I think a moment doesn’t need a million words, I just hope I portrayed it all well enough 😊 I hope you all enjoy, and I can’t wait to hear what you think.

You Never Will: Part 1

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“No, no, I’m going to fix this” and with that Carlos was stumbling out of the apartment and running after you with zero plan of what to say, but if he could at least just get you to stop for like 5 minutes then he could figure it out , you just had to give him a moment to figure it out.

One foot in front of the other. That was it. That was all it took. One foot in front of the other. Guiding him to you. Always guiding him to you.

Where were you?

Don’t stop. Just keep running. One foot in front of the other. You’ll find her. You always do. It’s always back to her. Always.

“Carlos!” no, don’t stop. They aren’t going to stop you. Let them chase. You don’t stop until you find her.

Fuck, why was running so difficult and why the fuck was the elevator not working.

Don’t trip down the stairs.

Don’t ruin it.

Don’t ruin anything.

Not anymore than you already have.

And next minute Carlos felt the cool air hit his face as he barrelled outside, and there you were walking down the road.

Walking was probably a gross understatement. You were storming down the road.

“Y/n!” Carlos was screaming after you, only running faster as he watched you turn to look back at him, knowing it was now or never.

For all the months he had been pining over you. For every second he spent with you and every millisecond he spent thinking about you. He was yours wholly and entirely. You had consumed him, ruined him, made him whole. He considered you holy, you had absolved him of every sin he ever had committed. He had spent so many years thinking that the great thing in his life had happened, but he realized, in this moment more so than ever, that he had instead been waiting for it, and looking at you on this crisp night, you staring at him as he bolted his way to you like his life depended on it, he had done nothing but wait for this moment. He had done nothing but wait for you.

Lord knows he would wait for you, forever if you had asked it of him, but he wanted you. No, he needed you.. He was nothing, not a man, not a human, not a collection of atoms, nothing but an abyss, a void without you. Nothing but you was ever going to sustain him ever again. You breath life into him. Not only were you his sun and stars and moon, but you were everything in between as well. You were the matter that made up all life. You were the spaces between the atoms, binding and separating everything. There was nothing that Carlos could look at, touch, experience that was not teeming with your every essence. You were both the tangible and intangible all at once. You spoke light and held galaxies. Ages ago he had discovered that your name was synonymous with ‘everything’. You were the sacred thing that he would allow drag him into destruction. He was yours wholly and entirely.

And finally, as he stood in front of you, none of that felt even remotely worth telling you because even that was incapable of expressing how he truly felt about you, the depth at which you had awakened his soul, how completely, utterly, and divinely he was yours.

When one faces a Goddess, how does a human express their devotion in a way that truly matters?

Sacrifice.

And so that is what Carlos did. With shaking hands, he gently cupped your face and kissed you. His sacrifice.

The final sacrifice. The sacrifice of your friendship, of his life as he knew it. Of the Carlos that would only ever exist before this moment and never again after. Of every hope and dream he ever had. Of this moment itself.

The final sacrifice of himself.

All for you.

And to feel your hand rest on his chest and the other grasp the back of his neck, pulling you into him more, he knew it was not only himself being sacrificed tonight.

You had both defied the fates of not getting what one wants. Or rather were you being rewarded for being brave enough for going after it.

You had both willingly chosen the death and together were stepping into the rebirth. The collision. A super nova. The merging of two galaxies, the destruction of one thing for the creation of new.

“You. It was always you” Carlos whispered against your lips, never willing to part far enough from you to create a distance this great ever again, “It will always be you”, his own smile mimicking yours as your foreheads rested against each other, breathing in the new air that only your lungs would ever have the privilege of experiencing. “You are Everything”.

#Carlos Sainz Jr x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #monaco #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 x reader #Carlos Sainz Jr x You #Carlos Sainz Jr

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