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ichorkurt · 2 years

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ficrecs masterlist.

welcome to my ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, dc, star wars, the boys, friends, bridgerton, bullet train, the gray man, the walking dead, arcane, and succession fics!

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ bucky barnes.

be still, my indelible love by @pellucid-constellations

code words by @cinebration

cookies and tea by @han-writings

counting by @/pellucid-constellations

depth of a shade by @softlybarnes

dreamscape by @wkemeup

first date by @melwilson

flight risk by @/wkemeup

guiding light by @/wkemeup

harmless by @shurisneakers

henleys and hairties by @lovelybarnes

if without you by @rassvetsky

it will come back by @shedobewritingalittle

i've got you by @majestyeverlasting

keep you warm by @heavenlybarnes

lavender by @/wkemeup

lilac wine by @nexusnyx

looped by @/softlybarnes

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

safe by @hailhydra920

sleeping on the floor by @duckie-bee

snow days by @bucky-bucket-barnes

the sound of your heart by @jobean12-blog

stairs by @/lovelybarnes

time after time by @intrepidacious

two sides of the same coin by @anonymityisfunwriter

under oath by @ugh-supersoldiers

untitled by @vanderlustwords

valentine by @/softlybarnes

waiting waiting waiting by @/wkemeup

the way he loves by @/lovelybarnes

whatever happens, wherever i go... by @foreverindreamlandd

ೃ⁀➷ charles xavier.

gravitational pull by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

ೃ⁀➷ eddie brock.

exchanges by @whirlybirbs

ೃ⁀➷ frank castle.

wherever you go, i go by @amhrosina

ೃ⁀➷ jack russell.

come back to me by @/cinebration

a good night by @noforkingclue

untitled by @ruby-dragon

ೃ⁀➷ jake lockley.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays

the jake problem by @bensolosbluesaber

keep the secret? by @mkfluffluv

trouble sleeping by @the-butterfly-blues

ೃ⁀➷ kate bishop.

this is a hospital by @alotofpockets

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

blast from the past by @lune-hime

the breaking point by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

dating logan howlett would include... by @chiefdirector

i don’t mind by @siren-and-faies-writing

family outing by @/lune-hime

forever winter by @luna-writes-stuff

if you’ll have me by @make-me-imagine

laura saw you two making-out... by @ellana-ravenwood

logan headcanons by @n1ghtw1ng01

reluctantly here by @moonlit-imagines

tragic endings by @buckyseddie

world on fire by @cobbvanthsblaster

ೃ⁀➷ marc spector.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays

a future without you by @/mkfluffluv

halloween again by @/softlybarnes

jealousy by @stevenspector

just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr

lavender kisses by @kiwicider

loss by @b6cky

sleepy thief by @slightlypossessed

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @/softlybarnes

ೃ⁀➷ m’baku.

lord of the mountains by @/foreverindreamlandd

ೃ⁀➷ miles morales.

corazón despeinado & cielo en la miente by @parkerflix

ೃ⁀➷ namor.

safest place in the world by @legends-of-apex

sanctuary by @eunsuri

until the waves call me home by @harrysweasleys

ೃ⁀➷ natasha romanoff.

lazy days by @alotofpockets

penguin by @luthorgarbage

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

banana split by @/kiwicider

caviar and cigarettes by @curseofaphrodite

ೃ⁀➷ pietro maximoff.

at the end of the day by @acciopietro

peter with an s/o who’s too nice by @takenbypeter

waking up with pietro maximoff by @angelltheninth

ೃ⁀➷ steve rogers.

as you wish by @rookthorne

bridges break by @/shurisneakers

hide and seek by @earth616variant

parade by @rodrikstark

surname by @withbuckybarnes

a threat beneath the nice veneer by @witchywithwhiskey

untitled by @blushstories

ೃ⁀➷ steven grant.

10.21 am by @brockify

bad days by @/gooddaysmeanwritingdays

cuddling headcanons by @bowieandqueen11

heaven's cloud by @/brockify

jealousy by @/stevenspector

loss by @/b6cky

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @forever-rogue

ೃ⁀➷ wade wilson.

untitled by @thebisexualdogdad

wade hitting on you, clossus’ sibling by @/moonlit-imagines

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

ೃ⁀➷ aegon targaryen.

pretty when you cry by @/kiwicider

ೃ⁀➷ aemond targaryen.

and what of your love? by @endless-ineffabilities

the campain by @sapphire-writes

can’t help falling in love by @lauraneedstochill

can i sit here? by @aemonds-war-crime

citrus by @aemondx

devotion by @milliesdiary

the dance between dragons by @house-strong

dragons, knights, and princesses by @runningmunson

education by @oneeyedvisenya

haven’t i been good to you? by @cosmoeticss

heartbeat by @spideymatcha

i’d rather be sad with you, than anywhere away from you by @jasonsmirrorball

i’m a damsel, i’m in distress, i can handle this by @valeskafics

in a week by @/oneeyedvisenya

in dreams by @/oneeyedvisenya

in the beginning by @avtrbee

judas by @s-brant

just kill me and be done with it by @targaryenrealnessdarling

a mother for a son by @/targaryenrealnessdarling

nectar of the gods by @aemndx

now i draw a luxury nxde by @xfancyuu

not at all in love by @/oneeyedvisenya

one eye open when i’m sleeping by @just-some-random-blogger

persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire

practice makes perfect by @1800-fight-me

she was lovin’ me, she was wantin’ me by @astrumark

a song of flames and fury by @/sapphire-writes

a stranger by @/targaryenrealnessdarling

time can’t stop me quite like you did by @/jasonsmirrorball

tipping point by @/oneeyedvisenya

touch starved aemond by @aemondsbeloved

unexplained illness by @warmfieldofgrass

the warrior princess by @theold-ultraviolence

whispers unsaid by @/theold-ultraviolence

unnoticed by @/aemonds-sapphire

untitled by @/aemonds-war-crime

untitled by @themotherofhorses

ೃ⁀➷ daemon targaryen.

in the shadow of your heart by @/endless-ineffabilities

puppy love by @/just-some-random-blogger

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

the dance between dragons by @/house-strong

love, parents, and truths by @/house-strong

under the weirdwood tree by @targaryen-jpg

unexpected visit by @jacesbeloved

ೃ⁀➷ jon snow.

the jealous type by @ninjasawakenedmystar

the making of a man by @januaryembrs

moon of my life by @depends-on-the-sellsword

a northern light by @fallatyourfeet

snow by @l4verq

ೃ⁀➷ robb stark.

robb stark being protective would include... by @imagines-all-day-everyday

ೃ⁀➷ sansa stark.

warmth by @megsironthrone

dc.

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

complex simplicity by @bingoboingobongo

my favorite girl by @vigilvntes

now or never by @/whirlybirbs

on her majesty’s supersonic service by @training4theapocalypse-backup

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

convenience by @imaginingmarvelandeverything

lingering shadows by @/foreverindreamlandd

middle of the night and shadows in the night by @hollandorks

i won’t drown, batman by @twinklelilstarkey

the way down by @whats-rambled-rambled

a world alone by @/vigilvntes

world’s greatest detective by @bkwrm523

ೃ⁀➷ dream / morpheus.

darling by @daddyjackfrost

the deal by @spideybatsy

exit light, enter night by @clints-lucky-arrow

how to mistakenly summon an ancient being & keep him by @writethrough

imagine being the one who releases morpheus by @undiscovered-horizon

love game by @/avtrbee

playing with morpheus’ hair by @paradiseinaverno

the mixup by @7-wonders

morpheus’ love languages by @auroraborealyss

saving grace by @/avtrbee

today i bury you in me by @the-darklings

star wars.

ೃ⁀➷ poe dameron.

the f-word by @the-little-ewok

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional

officially unofficial by @thelovelylolly

one last dance by @loud-mouth-loser

peacetime by @lomlpoedameron

untitled by @starryeyedstories

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

domestic by @mlmxreader

in your dreams by @seeds-and-sins

friends.

ೃ⁀➷ friends.

how the friends characters would react to you asking for their pronouns by @lanawinterscigarettes

ೃ⁀➷ joey tribbiani.

the one where you’re dating joey by @charliewritesfanfic

untitled by @maximoff-pan

bridgerton.

ೃ⁀➷ benedict bridgerton.

365 days of you by @promenadewithme

as a kite by @saintlike78

benedict bridgerton and marriage by @iliveiloveiwrite

en garde by @delphispoeticals

forgive me by @benedictscanvas

invisible string by @purelyfiction

it is just tea by @leahsficemporium

knight in shining armor by @magpiencrow

matchmakers by @siempre-bucky

muse of mine by @murswrites

my heart, my future by @/make-me-imagine

pall mall by @tontattletale

paint with me by @/magpiencrow

the princess and the lord by @ficnacs

that’s my wife! by @wysteria-clad

they’re not the only ones by @/maximoff-pan

this and the next by @/iliveiloveiwrite

whatever the poets say by @cressidaclearwood

bullet train.

ೃ⁀➷ tangerine.

all in a days work by @fookinfandoms

bathroom b!tch by @keravnous

confessionals by @dragoneye01

crazy in love by @danny-cordray

tangerine comes home to you asleep by @magicchai

the gray man.

ೃ⁀➷ court gentry / lloyd hansen.

only the lonely and stop all the clocks by @charnelhouse

the walking dead.

ೃ⁀➷ rick grimes.

rick protecting you would include... by @joelsgeetar

arcane.

ೃ⁀➷ viktor.

all nighter by @shimmerforall

aphrodisiac with academy student viktor by @zaunitearchives

forgotten by @ficfanatictrf

human testing by @the-hidden-pages

rest by @writingmysanity

a theory by @gaybybirth

untitled by @astudyincontrasts

viktor with a sleey s/o headcanons by @kitt357

wet dreams by @/gaybybirth

succession.

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

bear hug by @richeeduvie

the blood pours by @bowieandqueen11

cuddling with roman roy by @/richeeduvie

date death by @/richeeduvie

heartbreaker by @the-west-meadow

hit me by @/the-west-meadow

jump then fall by @lukas-matsson

just close your eyes by @/lukas-matsson

like a leopard’s tongue in the mouth of a snake by @z3nitsusgf

neck and neck by @/richeeduvie

out of control by @jaebeomsbitch

phone line by @/richeeduvie

pining and anticipation by @aprilthearcher

the poison drips through by @itsasainz

red bird by @wildlunar

resolved issues by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy being jealous would include... by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy x age-gap reader headcanons & part two by @missscarlettangel

roman roy smut headcanons by @succcession

romeo take me somewhere we can be alone by @/missscarlettangel

romulus by @/richeeduvie

sneakers by @/richeeduvie

steamed by @/richeeduvie

sunlight by @/bowieandqueen11

this slant of light by @/richeeduvie

touch me (i’m sick) by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/the-west-meadow

untitled by @/z3nitsusgf

what’s an office crush? by @/missscarlettangel

when he’s gone by @/the-west-meadow

while you were sleeping by @/richeeduvie

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accio-sriracha · 5 months

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#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanon #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #regulus black #alice longbottom #frank longbottom #tumblr polls #the marauders #marauders poll #marauders hc

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 2 years

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Stardew Valley Bachelor/Bachelorette's Music Taste HCs

These are the songs I think the bachelors and bachelorettes would have on their playlists.

Bachelors:

Sam

Take on Me - a-ha

Walking On Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves

Tainted Love - Soft Cell

What I Like About You - The Romantics

Friday I'm In Love - The Cure

Shane

Master Of Puppets - Metallica

Freak - Silverchair

Zero - The Smashing Pumpkins

Battery - Metallica

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Elliott

Un Sospiro - Franz Liszt

Nocturne in E Flat Major, Op. 9 - No.2 - Frédéric Chopin

Rêverie, L. 68 - Claude Debussy

Clair De Lune - Claude Debussy

Time For A Change - Aaron Cousland

Sebastian

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Plush - Stone Temple Pilots

cold weather - glass beach

Invocation - Meth Wax

Credit In The Straight World - Hole

Harvey

My Girl - The Temptations

I'm a Believer - The Monkees

Reet Petite - Jackie Wilson

Cheek to Cheek - Fred Astaire

Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra, Count Basie

Alex

California Dreamin' - The Mamas & The Papas

For Once In My Life - Stevie Wonder

Kokomo - Beach Boys

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Joy To The World - Three Dog Night

Bachelorettes:

Penny

A Mermaid in Lisbon - Patrick Watson, Teresa Salgueiro

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind - Vashti Bunyan

Don't Believe - Vashti Bunyan

The Moon Song - beabadoobee, Oscar Lang

B Side - San Cisco

Emily

I / Me / Myself - Will Wood

2econd 2ight 2eer - Will Wood

Amnesia Was Her Name - Lemon Demon

Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny - Lemon Demon

The Ballad of Hamantha - Jack Stauber's Micropop

Leah

Rät - Penelope Scott

People Eater - Sodikken

no body, no crime - Taylor Swift, HAIM

Motion Sickness - Pheobe Bridgers

Old Man - Stella Donnelly

Maru

Rät - Penelope Scott

Beware of the Dogs - Stella Donnelly

Your Light - Big Moon

Groan - Dazey and the Scouts

Sweet Cis Teen - Dazey and the Scouts

Abigail

i'm gonna tell my therapist on you - Pinkshift

Bowling Alley Carpet - Gum Disease

Kill the Chord - Gaffa Tape Sandy

Clean Jeans - Remember Sports

Vixen - Destroy Boys

Haley

Every Blondie song ever

Black Velvet - Alannah Myles

Leave a Light On - Belinda Carlisle

The Best - Tina Turner

The Tide Is High - Blondie

One Way Or Another - Blondie

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belencha77 · 2 months

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CAPITULO 1 - EL AMOR NO EXISTE

>>>Tiempo actual<;<<

A mis 25 años, reflexiono sobre mi vida. He experimentado momentos de soledad, miedo, diversión y emoción, así como nuevos descubrimientos y angustias. Aunque he vivido mucho, siento que aún hay muchas cosas por descubrir. Mis amigos han intentado animarme a tener citas, deseando que no pierda la fe en el amor. Sin embargo, en este momento, no tengo interés en comenzar una nueva relación. Siguiendo mi promesa personal, evito entregar mi corazón a alguien más. La luz en mi interior se apagó, y la esperanza que alguna vez tuve fue destruida por Alex. No sé si la antigua Riley regresará en algún momento o si alguien logrará avivar esa chispa, pero por ahora, nada logra llenar el vacío en mi corazón.

¿Existirá alguien capaz de devolverme la fe en el amor? Aunque no lo confiese abiertamente, albergo la esperanza de encontrar a esa persona con la que pueda construir un amor duradero.

Actualmente, me desempeño en Pietro's, un modesto bar en Nueva York. A pesar de haberme graduado recientemente como publicista, mi portafolio no destaca en ninguna parte. Este trabajo lo obtuve rápidamente para garantizar ingresos adicionales y subsistir, dado que los fondos que me dejaron mis padres están prácticamente agotados. Así que anhelo con todo mi corazón conseguir un nuevo empleo que marque un cambio significativo en mi vida.

Afortunadamente, este lunes recibí una llamada para una entrevista en una de las revistas más prestigiosas de Manhattan. Espero con ansias descubrir qué me depara el destino y confío en que este sea el inicio de una nueva etapa para mí.

NEW YORK 8 P.M

Por fin era casi hora de terminar nuestro turno. Caminé hacia afuera del bar para poner la basura en su lugar mientras Daniel, mi amigo, me acompañaba.

|| Otra grandiosa noche de sábado y yo aquí… botando basura ||

|| Vamos Ri, es tu culpa. Frank, Michell y yo te hemos presentado algunos chicos, pero no quieres nada con ellos… Mueren por ti, pero tu no abres tu corazón ||

|| Dani, todas las citas que ustedes me organizan, son malas, terribles. Una es peor que otra. Además, no siento que deba abrirles el corazón ¿Me entiendes?... Simplemente no son los adecuados ||

|| Amiga, deberías considerar confiar nuevamente y abrir tu corazón a alguien más. No es justo que vivas así… Por supuesto, debes tener en cuenta que los príncipes azules no existen, Ri... El insensible de tu ex te dejó un mal sabor que no merece la pena. Tienes que permitir que la vida fluya... || Y antes de que él termine la frase, una enorme rata corre por debajo de sus pies. || ¡UNA RATAAAAAAA, RILEY AYÚDAME!!!! ||

|| ¡Oh cielos, Daniel! No me digas que tienes miedo de estos pequeños amiguitos || le contesté sonriendo.

|| ¡Hey! Riley, Daniel, dejen de estar holgazaneando y conversando como loros afuera || gruñó nuestro jefe. Rápidamente lancé el resto de las fundas en el bote. Siempre tiene una actitud mala y gruñona; sinceramente, no sé cuál sea su causa.

|| ¡Nos pediste que sacáramos la basura, Derek, y eso es exactamente lo que estamos haciendo! || le respondí con fastidio.

|| Bueno, ahora les estoy ordenando que entren. Hay una despedida de soltero que acaba de llegar, así que muévanse. No les estoy pagando para perder el tiempo en charlas || exclamó con ira, dándonos la espalda de inmediato.

Justo cuando tenía toda la intención de retirarme temprano y sumergirme en mi cama, aparecen más personas para atender. Espero sinceramente que estas nuevas personas no sean tan difíciles de tratar.

|| Realmente espero conseguir ese trabajo, Dani. No aguanto un segundo más con Derek || Exclamo con ansiedad e ira.

|| Tranquila, amiga. Esperemos que lo consigas. Pero ahora es mejor que entremos ||

Daniel y yo entramos rápidamente, encontrándonos con la fiesta de solteros que acababa de llegar al bar. Allí se encontraban unos hombres muy sofisticados, bien vestidos y, puedo decir, apuestos.

|| Mesero, por favor, denos la mejor mesa disponible || exclamó uno de ellos, mientras Derek los guiaba hacia una de las mejores mesas del lugar.

|| Traigan el mejor whisky de todos, preferiblemente en montones || gritó otro de ellos. Al percatarse de la situación, Daniel me tomó del brazo y susurró:

|| Amiga, sé que lo que te voy a pedir es mucho, pero ayúdame con esa mesa. Hoy tengo una cita muy importante y, si me quedo atendiéndolos, no podré salir a tiempo. Parecen ser un dolor de cabeza. Yo me encargaré del resto de las mesas, pero por favor, ayúdame. Sabes que no te lo pediría si no fuera cuestión de vida o muerte || Me miró con ojos suplicantes, como cachorro necesitado.

|| Las cosas con ella van en serio con Laura, ¿verdad? || preguntó, y él simplemente sonrió || De acuerdo, me encargaré de esa mesa. Más les vale que la propina sea una de las mejores que he recibido. Estoy segura de que tendré a esos chicos comiendo de mi mano. Mañana quiero todos los detalles de tu cita, ¿de acuerdo? || Daniel es un buen amigo mío y, desde que lo conozco, siempre ha estado ahí para mí y muchas veces también me ha ayudado.

|| Eres la mejor amiga del mundo, Ri. Yo también mañana espero todos los detalles. Esos chicos están guapísimos; deberías aprovechar y coquetear con ellos || me dijo Daniel entre risas.

|| Por Dios santo, ¿siguen los dos conversando? Ya he ubicado a los muchachos, así que muévanse antes de que les disminuya más el sueldo || gritó Derek.Irritada, tomé mi cuaderno y esfero. Daniel solo me dio un pequeño abrazo. Mientras él se dirigía hacia las otras mesas, yo me encaminaba hacia la mesa de los chicos de la despedida de solteros. Tres hombres esperaban a que tomara su orden.

|| Buenas noches, caballeros. Mi nombre es Riley, y seré quien tome sus órdenes hoy || les dije sonriendo. Los tres me miraron de manera peculiar. Un hombre de cabello castaño, con carisma y una amplia sonrisa, fue el primero en hablar.

|| Mesera, por favor, tráenos los mejores filetes para esta mesa || exclamó, poniendo su mano sobre la mesa para indicar que eso era lo único que necesitarían. Claramente, estos caballeros no son locales.

De repente, otro hombre levantó la mano. Era sofisticado, incluso podría decirse que era un tanto arrogante y superficial. Sus ojos eran oscuros y un tanto intimidantes. Él me miró y me dijo:

|| ¿Qué tal si nos ayudas con un Filet Mignon, término medio, y preparado con una salsa Bernaise? || ¿Acaso no se fijaron en el menú antes de entrar? Aquí no van a encontrar ese tipo de platillo. Suspiré para mis adentros y decidí tomármelo con calma.

|| Ummm, caballeros… Lo más cercano que tenemos a eso son las hamburguesas Deluxe || le contesté amablemente, mientras él me miraba con notable disgusto. Ante su expresión, volvió a preguntar.

|| ¿Disponen de una carta de vinos? || exclamó este singular caballero. Al escucharlo, traté de aguantar lo mejor que pude mi risa; su acento resultaba demasiado gracioso. Suspiré de nuevo y respondí:

|| Lamentablemente, no contamos con una variada carta de vinos, pero sí ofrecemos un excelente vino rojo llamado Crane Lake Cabernet Sauvignon, un delicioso vino californiano || informé.

|| ¿Cabernet Sauvignon? || cuestionó casi frustrado.

|| Así es… Y también está disponible en versión blanco || le informé, pero él solo levantó los ojos expresando rechazo. Antes de que dijera algo más, otro de los caballeros intervino rápidamente.

|| Creo que nos bastará con una botella de whisky y cuatro hamburguesas Deluxe || exclamó de manera rápida. Su cabello, de un tono castaño oscuro, un tanto despeinado, le confería un atractivo notable. Aunque, siendo honesta, también transmitía una cierta seriedad, rozando casi lo gruñón. Entre una sonrisa a medias y una expresión seria, su rostro me lo confirmó. Pero su solicitud me pareció un tanto peculiar. ¿Por qué cuatro?

|| Está bien, pero... ¿Cuatro? || pregunté sin querer. Lamentablemente, no suelo ser muy prudente y mi curiosidad suele ser incontrolable. Antes de que él pudiera responder, desvió su mirada detrás de mí y sonrió. Obviamente, la curiosidad me venció, obligándome a voltear para ver. Detrás de mí, se acercaba otro hombre a la mesa. Era alguien deslumbrante, un auténtico dios griego. Su cabello rubio, estatura considerable y unos ojos azules tan penetrantes que podrían hacer que cualquier mujer se deshiciese a sus pies. Nuestras miradas se cruzaron de inmediato, y en mi interior, sentí una chispa encenderse ¿Qué está pasando, Riley? Nunca había experimentado algo así. Este caballero esbozó rápidamente una hermosa sonrisa. "Qué guapo", pensé para mis adentros.

|| Mis disculpas por la demora, chicos. Recibí una llamada urgente || Luego me miro || Agradezco su paciencia. ¿Señorita…? || Me quedé hipnotizada por su voz. ¿De dónde salió este hombre, que solo he visto en películas? Casi dejé caer mi libreta, pero reaccioné rápidamente, tratando de ocultar los nervios que de repente se apoderaban de mí. Respira, Riley, respira. Rápidamente le respondí:

|| Uh... Riley... Me llamo Riley ||

|| Encantado de conocerte, Riley. Mi nombre es Liam || me dijo tomando mi mano y dándome un beso en ella. ¿De dónde salió este hombre tan educado? Me dejó sin palabras e hizo que me ruborizara como un tomate. Rápidamente reaccioné, tratando de aparentar calma.

|| El… El placer es todo mío || le respondí con una sonrisa, esforzándome por ocultar mi nerviosismo. Él tomó asiento junto a uno de sus amigos, sonriéndome y manteniendo su mirada fija en mí. ¿Por qué me siento tan nerviosa? || Bueno, si me disculpan, iré por su comida. Enseguida vuelvo || anuncié mientras me dirigía hacia la cocina. A pesar de alejarme, percibía la mirada de este misterioso caballero sobre mí. Suspirando, me recosté en una de las paredes. Nunca antes había visto ni conocido a un hombre tan apuesto y educado como él. Pero, sobre todo, nunca había experimentado esta electricidad que de repente me inundaba. "Cálmate, Riley. Relájate. Es solo un cliente." Además, en este momento, careces de la disposición mental para contemplar cualquier tipo de relación o compromiso con alguien más. Claramente, ese hombre no es originario de este lugar, por lo que se marchará y todo volverá a la normalidad, como ha sido siempre.

Opté por intentar relajarme, sin embargo, inexplicablemente, una sonrisa se formó en mi interior al volver a pensar en él.

>>>Punto de vista de Liam<;<<

Riley nos sirvió nuestra comida, pero mi atención se desviaba hacia ella constantemente. Estaba cautivado por su belleza. En un instante, un hombre se aproximó, susurrándole al oído. Riley lo miró, esbozando una sonrisa y asintiendo con la cabeza. Dejando a un lado su delantal, se dirigió rápidamente al escenario. En ese preciso momento, una hermosa melodía comenzó a llenar el ambiente.

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♫ ♫ You must think that I'm stupid, you must think that I'm a fool, you must think that I'm new to this, But I have seen this all before, I'm never gonna let you close to me, even though you mean the most to me, 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts, So I'm never gonna get too close to you, even when I mean the most to you, in case you go and leave me in the dirt. But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry. And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry. And every time you walk out, the less I love you. Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true. I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes). I'm way too good at goodbyes. (I'm way too good at goodbyes) ♫ ♫

Mientras interpretaba la canción, no podía evitar dirigir mi mirada hacia ella. A su vez, ella también volvía su atención hacia mí, brindándome una hermosa sonrisa. Fue entonces cuando esos ojos verdes encantadores me cautivaron por completo, y resultaba imposible no reconocer la belleza de su voz extraordinaria.

♫ ♫ I know you're thinkin' I'm heartless. I know you're thinkin' I'm cold. I'm just protectin' my innocence. I'm just protectin' my soul. I'm never gonna let you close to me. Even though you mean the most to me. 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts. So I'm never gonna get too close to you. Even when I mean the most to you. In case you go and leave me in the dirt. But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry. And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry. And every time you walk out, the less I love you. Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true. I'm way too good at goodbyes. I'm way too good at goodbyes. No way that you'll see me cry. I'm way too good at goodbyes. I'm way too good at goodbyes♫ ♫

Riley entonó dos canciones más antes de descender del escenario, recibiendo una ovación cálida. Su sonrisa permaneció inalterable mientras se colocaba el delantal y proseguía con sus responsabilidades diarias. A pesar de que la noche avanzaba, mi mente continuaba anclada en su presencia.

Mientras seguía inmerso en la conversación con los chicos, mi atención se desviaba constantemente hacia Riley. De repente, Drake me acercó un vaso, y al devolverle la mirada, expresé mi incertidumbre.

|| Es para que recojas tu saliva, amigo || comentó Drake con burla mientras giraba los ojos y le propinaba un golpe en el hombro. Se rio abiertamente, añadiendo || Solo digo lo que veo... Bueno, amigos, creo que es momento de irnos. La noche no se hace más joven, y ciertamente no quiero perder la oportunidad de seguir disfrutando || Drake se puso de pie y señaló a Maxwell || Más te vale llevarnos a un buen lugar para darle un buen cierre a este paseo || Maxwell asintió con la cabeza, y Drake se levantó para dirigirse al baño. Mientras Tariq permanecía absorto en su teléfono, noté que Maxwell bajó la cabeza entre sus manos.

|| ¿Qué te sucede, Max? || pregunté.

|| Oh cielos, Liam... Mira, no quiero decepcionarte, pero no sé a dónde ir. Aunque conozco muchos lugares, no estoy familiarizado con sitios precisos en este país. Y ahora, Drake va a enojarse conmigo || confesó Maxwell.

|| Tranquilo, Maxwell. Salgamos de aquí y veamos qué pasa || le dije, dándole suaves palmadas en la espalda. Sin embargo, mi atención regresó rápidamente a Riley, que se ocupaba de limpiar mesas y acomodar sillas.

|| ¿Te hechizó, amigo? || preguntó Maxwell.

|| ¿Qué? No sé de qué hablas || respondí.

|| Vamos, Li... Obviamente te gusta la camarera. ¿Por qué no vas y hablas con ella? || sugirió Maxwell.

|| ¿Hablar con ella?... ¡No!... ¿Qué puedo decirle? || Maxwell la mira y de repente me sonríe ampliamente.

|| Liam Nielsen ¿Nervioso? || exclamó Maxwell, y sentí cómo mis mejillas se encendían como tomates.

|| ¿Es tan evidente? || Maxwell simplemente asintió con la cabeza. || Max, no sé qué me está pasando... Es la primera vez que experimento esto. Normalmente no me pongo nervioso al hablar con mujeres, y sé que no tengo problemas para hacerlo. Pero con ella, con Riley, es diferente. No logro entender qué es lo que sucede. ||

|| ¡Ya lo tengo! Ve hacia ella. Paga la cuenta e invítala a salir... Además, así también nos puede sugerir un buen lugar. ||

|| ¿Crees que sea una buena idea? ||

|| Claro que es una excelente idea, amigo. Ve y hazlo... || Maxwell me entregó dinero y comenzó a empujarme de mi asiento. No entiendo por qué de repente me invaden los nervios. || Ve, Liam. ||

Lancé un suspiro profundo y me dirigí hacia ella. Cuando me encontraba a sus espaldas, toqué delicadamente su hombro, ella se volvió para mirarme y me regaló una sonrisa. Nuestros ojos se quedaron fijos una vez más.

|| ¿Puedo ayudarles con algo más? || Preguntó con amabilidad.

|| No, muchas gracias. De hecho, creo que estamos listos para irnos, pero antes quería decirte que tienes una voz hermosa || Le expresé mientras le entregaba el dinero de la cuenta.

|| Oh... Gracias || Respondió, notándose un leve rubor en sus mejillas || Pero no tenías que venir hasta aquí, yo podía haber ido a su mesa || Comenzó a contar el dinero y abrió ampliamente los ojos || Disculpa, pero parece que hay un error... Aquí hay $200 de más... || Intentó devolverme el dinero, pero negué con la cabeza de inmediato.

|| No... quédatelo, es tu propina ||

|| ¿Mi propina? Pero es demasiado || Exclamó con sorpresa. Su asombro se reflejaba en sus ojos, y una sonrisa tímida iluminó su rostro.

|| No creo que sea así. Además, quiero agradecerte por tu amabilidad y, bueno, disculparme...|| Sin darme cuenta, comencé a acariciar la parte posterior de mi cuello. ¿Qué te pasa, Liam? Normalmente, puedo disimular muy bien, pero todo es diferente cuando se trata de ella. Elevó las cejas, cuestionando mis palabras || Sé que te hemos hecho quedarte hasta muy tarde, y mis amigos suelen ser bastante... exigentes a veces ||

|| ¿Exigentes? ¡Para nada! No hay nada que no pueda manejar || me dijo con su encantadora sonrisa || Pero gracias por la propina, me ayuda bastante ||

|| Me alegra que sea así... Inconscientemente, tuve la corazonada de que puedes desenvolverte por tu cuenta || En respuesta, una sonrisa iluminó mi rostro, acompañada de una ligera risa || ¡Uh, mira! Si no tienes planes para esta noche, ¿te gustaría que te compense invitándote a una bebida? Podríamos considerar ir a algún club o-- ||

|| ¿Me estás invitando a salir? || preguntó asombrada antes de que pudiera terminar mis palabras. Solté una risa contenida y desvié rápidamente la mirada hacia abajo, sintiendo un leve rubor en mis mejillas.

|| Puede que sí, pero en realidad, esperaba contar con tu ayuda... Como habrás notado, no somos locales, y estaba buscando tu consejo sobre algún lugar ||

|| Vaya, esa es una muy buena jugada, ¿eh? || Me dijo mientras soltaba una pequeña risa, yo por mi lado, abrí mis ojos grandemente, evidentemente avergonzado.

|| No, Riley, no… no es una jugada. Disculpa, no fue mi intención ofenderte. Si tienes algún problema con ello, lo lamento. Yo--- || Exclamé lleno de angustia, pero ella tomó mi brazo suavemente.

|| Tranquilo Liam. Solo estaba bromeando. Me encantaría poder ayudarte o, mejor dicho, ayudarles. Mira si están buscando un lugar local por aquí, les recomendaría que vayan... || Y de repente permaneció en silencio durante unos segundos, pero respondió rápidamente: || ¿Sabes qué? Porque no te olvidas del club y mejor vamos a una hermosa y secreta playa que conozco ||

La observo pensativo, y en mi interior experimento una gran alegría y emoción.

|| Sabes, suena perfecto. Y para ser honesto, estoy cansado de las habituales fiestas para despedidas de soltero... Así que, guía tú el camino ||

|| Muy bien… Déjame terminar aquí y nos vemos afuera ¿Te parece? ||

Asentí con la cabeza y sonreí ampliamente. Ella me devolvió la sonrisa y luego giró para seguir acomodando las cosas. Rápidamente fui donde mis amigos para decirles que dentro de poco nos íbamos. De repente, mi corazón comenzó a latir a mil por hora solo al pensar que iba a pasar mi tiempo con esta hermosa mujer; era lo mejor de la noche. No sé por qué en tan corto tiempo me sentía atraído por Riley.

Pero, ¿qué estás haciendo, Liam? Dentro de poco tienes que casarte.

Salimos con los muchachos hacia los exteriores del bar y les dije que esperáramos un momento. Después de algunos minutos, la vi salir y si dentro del local me encontraba cautivado por su belleza, ahora estaba completamente hipnotizado. Lucía un sencillo vestido verde, unas botas, su maquillaje perfectamente acomodado y su cabello ahora completamente suelto. Me miró con una hermosa sonrisa y exclamó:

|| Ok... estoy lista para irnos || Lo dijo mientras yo la observaba detenidamente, y de hecho, todos hacíamos lo mismo.

|| WOW || expresó Drake, obviamente también cautivado.

|| ¿Wow? || Respondió ella frunciendo el ceño. Noté que empezó a revisarse para ver si tenía algo extraño, mientras Drake aclaraba rápidamente la garganta.

|| Lo siento, es que casi no te reconozco || exclamó, fijando sus ojos en ella.

|| Tienes razón… Es que ese uniforme no te hacía justicia || comentó Tariq,

|| Así es, amigo, la mesera está muuuuuuuy buena || dijo Maxwell con una gran sonrisa y en ese momento sentí deseos de ahorcarlos a él, Tariq y Drake. Rápidamente aclaré mi garganta, mirando a Maxwell con fuego en los ojos.

|| Caballeros, su nombre es Riley. Los reprendí sin vacilar. Así que, ¿por qué no mostramos un poco de respeto? Dudo que ella aprecie ser tratada de esa manera, ¿les parece? || Todos asintieron con la cabeza, sin decir nada más || Muy bien… Riley, permíteme presentarte a Maxwell ||

|| Hola, Riley. Mucho gusto, lamento mi comportamiento || expresó Maxwell mientras sonreía y la saludaba con la mano.

|| No te preocupes, no hay problema || respondió ella con una sonrisa. Wow, qué hermosa sonrisa tiene, pensé para mí mismo.

|| Él es Tariq || anuncié mientras él asentía con la cabeza.

|| Un placer, señorita Riley || respondió Tariq. Luego, señalé a Drake.

|| Él es Drake || añadí. Sin embargo, él simplemente la miró sin decir una palabra. Me sentí desconcertado, ya que normalmente Drake no suele comportarse de esta manera ni tratar a nadie con indiferencia, a menos que tenga un motivo. Pero al parecer, a Riley no le importó su comportamiento y sonrió de todas formas.

|| Encantada de conocerlos a todos || exclamó ella, repentinamente, Drake tomó la palabra.

|| ¿Y ahora ella se une a nosotros? || expresó, denotando cierto disgusto. Suspiré ante la actitud de mi amigo y le di una suave palmada en la espalda.

|| Corrección, Drake. Nosotros iremos con ella. Riley será la encargada de elegir nuestro próximo destino ||

|| ¿Quieres decir que ahora ella es nuestra guía turística? || preguntó sarcásticamente Drake.

|| Si prefieres verlo de esa manera, no tengo ningún problema, Drake || respondió Riley sin vacilar, llena de confianza. Drake se quedó sin palabras. Yo rodeé mi brazo alrededor de él y mi otro brazo alrededor de Maxwell.

|| Amigos, Riley fue muy amable al ofrecerse a mostrarnos los alrededores, por lo tanto, nos está haciendo un favor, así que comportémonos adecuadamente || expresé. Ella me sonrió y le guiñé un ojo.

|| Pero Liam, tú sabes que no— || exclamó Drake, pero antes de que continuara, lo interrumpí.

|| Está bien, Drake, no te preocupes... Todo está bien || afirmé. Rápidamente la guie hacia la limusina, mientras Drake simplemente me miraba negando con la cabeza.

Minutos después, llegamos a la playa que Riley había recomendado. Inicialmente, pensé que este sábado sería aburrido, pero ahora, después de conocerla, tengo la certeza de que esta noche será inolvidable.

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Sexiest Narnian Bracket Tournament!

That's right, we're doing this. Who do YOU think deserves to be crowned as the sexiest Narnian character?

Round 1 (Part 1)

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Jewel vs Peter Pevensie Queen Helen vs Prince Rilian Drinian vs Swanwhite King Lune vs Aravis Jadis' Sister vs Lady of the Green Kirtle Miraz vs Lord Bern Rabadash vs Bree Ramandu's Daughter vs the Sea Girl Tirian vs Mrs. Macready Edmund Pevensie vs Jadis Shasta/Cor vs Emeth White Stag vs Maugrim River God vs Father Time Trumpkin vs Coriakin Glenstorm vs Susan Pevensie Tash vs Glozelle

Round 1 (Part 2)

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Corin vs Aslan Digory Kirke vs Reepicheep Bacchus vs Lucy Pevensie Father Christmas vs Mr. Tumnus Mrs. Beaver vs Anradin Tarkaan Lasaraleen vs Prunaprismia Polly Plummer vs Roonwit Eustace Scrubb vs Aunt Letty Lord Peridan vs Ramandu Sallowpad vs Fledge Jill Pole vs Queen of Harfang Hwin vs Ram the Great Rhince vs King Frank Uncle Andrew vs Oreius Caspian vs Dr. Cornelius Mr. Beaver vs The Werewolf

Round 2

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Peter Pevensie vs Queen Helen Swanwhite vs Aravis Tarkheena Lady of the Green Kirtle vs Miraz Bree vs Ramandu's Daughter Tirian vs Edmund Pevensie Shasta/Cor vs Maugrim River God vs Trumpkin Susan Pevensie vs Tash Corin vs Reepicheep Bacchus vs Tumnus Lasaraleen vs Mrs. Beaver Polly Plummer vs Eustace Scrubb vs Aunt Letty Lord Peridan vs Sallowpad vs Fledge Jill Pole vs Hwin King Frank vs Oreius Caspian vs The Werewolf

Round 3

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Peter Pevensie vs Aravis Tarkheena Lady of the Green Kirtle vs Ramandu's Daughter Edmund Pevensie vs Shasta/Cor River God vs Susan Pevensie Corin vs Bacchus Lasaraleen vs Polly Plummer Fledge vs Jill Pole Oreius vs Caspian

Round 4

Polls closed

Aravis Tarkheena vs Lady of the Green Kirtle Edmund Pevensie vs Susan Pevensie Bacchus vs Lasaraleen Jill Pole vs Caspian

Round 5: Semifinals!

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Aravis Tarkheena vs Susan Pevensie Bacchus vs Caspian

Round 6: Finals!

Poll closed

Susan Pevensie vs Caspian X

Happy voting all!

Winner: Susan Pevensie!!

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Grand Piano (Yassine Bounou x reader)

Description: Yassine meets the reader for the first time as they both happen to be hiding away from an event

Warnings: none

Yassine didn’t care for fancy events in general. When he became a footballer, he thought that maybe he’d be going to the odd celebration dinner. Y’know… shake a few hands, take a couple photos etc. Poor Yassine couldn’t fully grasp the popularity of the sport, nor did he realise the true significance of what he achieved in it.

Regardless of his general lack of awareness, he was regularly sought out at a lot of events and was encouraged to attend them with one of his coaches or managers or if he was lucky, one of teammates joined him. Who’d have thought that a glowing clean sheet record and loyalty to his team would make him such a hot shot?

At the very least, the man liked to hover near the snack bar where he wouldn't be disturbed from his thoughts as often. But there was also no doubt he had a friendly face and pleasant demeanour that naturally attracted people to him, much to his dismay. He was likeable and also didn’t have it in him to make his disdain for these events visible, a people pleaser at heart.

This was one of those events. He didn’t quite understand why Gillette decided to hold an event in such a lavish ballroom but the beauty of it does slightly ease his distaste. At the very least he didn't have to look down and twiddle his thumbs or look through the settings on his phone but could now admire the venue. The painted ceiling, hand-carved gold accents lined the walls and glinted softly in the chandelier and candle light. The windows were adorned by blue silk curtains that matched the walls and were streaked with delicate gold threads. They were draped in the most melodramatic way possible with each fold in the curtains flowing perfectly across the windows. He felt like he was in a painting and he loved it. The music brought it all together, the melody was soft and cushions the little bubble he’s created for himself. It's so vivid that he thinks he sees a princess float across the room for a second but is quickly brought out of his little fantasy by one of his coaches, introducing him to some hot-shot business exec that's interested in a sponsor. To be quite frank, he didn't care. He’d do the commercial so long as he didn’t have to take any risky photos and his face wasn't plastered on a billboard.

He’d just about tuned into the conversation but there was enough space in his mind to push forward with that little fantasy. He sees her again: the dress was a rich cream colour, embossed with pretty patterns throughout and the skirt flowed elegantly from the embroidered bodice to reach at her ankles. She wore a pair of simple heels that matched her dress. Her hair was in a bun that framed her pretty little face perfectly. She held onto her bag tightly and had an innocent, lost look on her face as she continued to float around the room. She was certainly on theme. More so than most of the guests.

He loses the girl as his coach delivers a firm smack to his back, shocking him back into the conversation.

“So what do you think, Yassine?” giving him a pointed look, he knew that he probably digested none of the past 10 minutes of conversation.

He winced slightly under the sharp gaze and nodded semi-enthusiastically at the man, still not entirely sure what he was doing or what was going on but shook his hand anyway. The guy smiles back so he must have responded appropriately at the very least. His coach leaves with the man to further discuss the sponsorship and Yassine is once again left to his own devices.

He scanned the room in search of the girl but to no avail. He was disappointed at that and decided to explore the rest of the venue instead. Various rooms were left open and each contained a few people: some admiring the beauty of the place, others just enjoying each other's company, engaged in quiet chatter. Once again, the idea that this is a Gillette event makes him laugh on the inside. He was actually having a pleasant time, wandering aimlessly through the corridors of the hall. He is brought out of his little haze when he hears soft piano music from the room ahead. He recognises this one: The Merry-go-round of Life. One of his guilty pleasures is those studio ghibli movies that gave his childhood that little bit of magic and hearing that familiar melody again gave him peace. He peers carefully into the room to see you. His princess. Sat at a grand piano, totally lost in your own world. He leans on the doorframe with a soft smile on his face, focussing solely on you and the beautiful tune you’re playing and looking like an angel as you went about it.

A long intertwining web of friends of friends of friends landed you with this invite. You searched up the venue as the final decider for the event. your university course left you with very few free nights and you need to know whether this event is worth one of them. You were shocked as the results bear photos of the most stunning hall you have ever seen. Straight out of a fairytale. The lavish fountain outside with luscious gardens surrounding it. The rolling hills and expansive bluebell forest surrounding it. The Edwardian architecture and extravagant interior.

You prayed with all your might that they would allow for the whole place to open up as your eyes lingered over one specific photo: a piano room. You dreamed of places like this when you played your keyboard, imagining the pressure of your fingers against porcelain piano keys as opposed to the plastic buttons. You quickly fished out the dress you wore to prom. You loved it so much that you wore it around the apartment from time to time to live out your little fantasy for just a few moments. You would delicately prance around the house, practising those ballet steps you were still familiar with and soft classical music playing from your phone. You may not have taken those classes for years now but it still brought you that little bit closer to your dreams so you strived to remember them.

It had been a month now. A month of telling all your friends at the university. A month of sketching some of the photos of the venue. A month of meticulously checking over the embroidery of your dress and fixing any little breaks in the stitching. A month and the day of the event finally comes, you now count down the hours until your scheduled revision period in the library is over and you can finally leave to get ready. You put on your dress, smooth it down and do a little twirl. It's stunning and you finally had an excuse to wear it out again, you pat yourself on the shoulder for spending months hand-embroidering the bodice. You put on your jewellery: a pair of simple pearl earrings and a gold necklace with a pearl pendant. You were quick with the hair and makeup because you simply can't wait any longer. Once you were satisfied, you quickly pad along to the door where you put on your shoes and grab your bag and head to the taxi.

When you finally arrive, you are in awe. It's so much prettier in person and the sunset just makes everything feel so much more romantic. The air was cool and crisp against your exposed arms and the gravel crunches under your heels as you excitedly walk over to the main doors.

It was a shame that your time in the venue wasn't as joyful as the entrance. It was still gorgeous but so crowded and loud and you just don’t know how to cope. You spend a good portion of your time just getting through the crowd to try and look for anywhere else to go. Not even a snack bar?! This is not worth risking your best dress over.

Finally, you see an open doorway which looked familiar and you suspected it lead to that piano room you’d been dreaming about for the past month. You walked through the corridors, stopping every once in a while to admire the hand-painted portraits on the wall until you finally reached a familiar door. Seeing people within the other rooms of the hall grants you a bit of relief regarding your little escapade.

Sitting down, you place your hands on the familiar keys, relishing the feel of the cool porcelain against your fingertips and start playing your favourite tune, losing yourself to the fantasy world you finally get to bring to life.

A soft clap of hands brings you out of your daze and you look up to one of the most gorgeous men you have ever seen. Tall with dark hair, an adorable freckle on his cheek. He had the most dazzling smile that fills you with warmth and there was a small dimple that appeared on the apple of his cheek as he did so. And that suit fit him well too.

“You play beautifully.” he spoke in a baritone voice and slight drawl that somehow had your heart beating even faster than it already was.

“Thanks! Any more requests from my wonderful audience?” you cringed at the joke as it came out. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could you mess up on the very first sente-

He laughs. A proper laugh that has you relieved that your awkward disposition and corny jokes haven’t turned him away from you.

“Y’know, Howl’s Moving Castle has to be one of my favourite films of all time. I’m Yassine by the way.” he commented and you thank him internally for steering the conversation away from the dumb joke and not running for the hills.

“It’s a solid choice, I’m more of a Castle in the Sky girl myself, honestly.” he hums and shrugs in understanding as he begins to walk over to you. You encourage him to sit with you by making space on the stool for him. To your relief, he picks up on the hint and takes a seat. Managing to tower over you still.

“Play something for me,” he said, teasingly nudging your shoulder a little. He was so warm and smelled like sandalwood and pine and it all made you feel a bit dizzy.

“Any preferences?” you asked, hoping to impress him a little bit.

“I’m sure anything from you will be perfect.” he quipped, looking down at you while you looked at the keys, blushing furiously at the compliment. Eye contact is already a struggle for you. You weren’t built for socialising, You tried your best but conversations with new people just had alarm bells ringing throughout your entire body. And when they were as attractive as yassine? You simply struggled to function. He smiles at your shyness although you’re too busy trying to think of a piece to notice.

You finally have your chosen piece in mind and place your hands, beginning to play. He’s struggling to choose between looking at your adorable concentrated face or your pretty hands that gracefully dance along the keys. He sees you mouthing some of the notes and your eyes close as you reach your favourite part of the piece. He rests his head on top of yours and closes his eyes. He wished that this moment with his the princess would last forever. He was intoxicated by everything about you and he was so glad he managed to find you.

“Would you like me to play another one?” you asked as you finished the piece. Enjoying having him so close.

He desperately wanted to say yes but knew that his coach needed to speak with him again. It pained him to have to leave.

“I’m sorry, beautiful but I have to get back before coach throws a tantrum.” he notices your features drop marginally and feels awful but remembers:

“How about you give me your number and maybe we can continue this another time? over some dinner?” he feels a bit of reprieve in seeing your eyes light up. He wants to see that more often, that's for sure.

You both exchange numbers and he gives you a quick peck on the cheek, taking one more glance at you before leaving to talk to his coach. You remain in the music room to continue playing by yourself. Now with a permanent smile on your face as you think about Yassine, gushing over the interaction.

Yassine finally finishes talking to the coach and the event calms down considerably with people beginning to make their exits and for some reason, he returns to the music room. You surely would have left now but he follows his instinct and goes anyway. He doesn’t even hear the music but peers in anyway to see you pacing. Your taxi had cancelled, the venue was in the middle of nowhere and you were going to have to walk at least a mile for the next bus stop.

“Everything okay, pretty?” he asks softly. As you look up, he can see the panic in your eyes but they soften just slightly at the sight of him.

“My taxi cancelled so I’m just preparing myself to walk to the bus stop” you smile sadly, too stressed to care about dumb joke number 2. He walks over to give you a hug, enveloping you with his warmth, rubbing your back soothingly as you bury your head in his chest.

“If you’re comfortable with it, I’d be happy to drive you home.” he offers, smiling at the fact he could feel you relax against him with that. You nod against his chest and he guides you back to the main hall and then his car with a warm hand on your back. Being the gentleman he is, he opens the door for you before getting in the driver’s seat. You give him your address and you spend the journey in a comfortable silence until you reach home. He rushes out of his door to open yours and the second you’re out, you give him the biggest hug you can manage.

“Thank you so much for this, Yassine. I’ve loved talking with you today.” and he gives that signature smile, shaking his head as he bends down to give you a peck on the cheek.

“The pleasure was all mine, princess.” you blush profusely and you walk to your apartment door. You turn around one last time to give him a wave as you walk into the comfort of your apartment. Sighing wistfully, you flop onto the couch and smile, thinking about the handsome man who helped you out today. You sure hoped he meant it when he mentioned going out for dinner.

The pair of you have been going strong in your relationship for about 4 months now. His comments still never failed to make you blush but you’ve recently been learning to do the same. You learn that he is just as shy over compliments as you. With every match, you made sure to let him know how proud you were. You’re always telling him how pretty he is and he revels in the affection you shower him with.

His place was basically a second home to you at this point. He’s organised your clothes into designated drawers and wardrobe spaces. Your toothbrush, skincare, make-up and shower stuff in the bathroom. One of your spare coats hung on the coat rack by the front door along with a couple of pairs of shoes. Your presence had even started showing through the decor as he actively sought out art works, duvets, cushions and throws that he thought you would like.

As you arrived at his place for movie night, you noticed that he looked especially excited. You couldn't pinpoint it exactly but there was a glint of mischief in those dark, brown eyes. You walked over to the door slowly, your eyes narrowed in suspense.

“Yassine?” you ask hesitantly while he’s bouncing up and down quickly on his feet. He only has one thing on his mind. And you were completely clueless to it.

Growing sick of your slow pace, he runs over to you, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the house, couldn’t even wait a second longer to acknowledge your words. As you reach the door he slows, standing behind you and holding his hand over your eyes while the other softly grips your waist, continuing to guide you into the living room.

Once he finally has you where he wants you, he slowly removes his hand from your eyes and rests it on your waist. Your eyes take a second to adjust to the light but your heart just about stops when you see it. It's beautiful, like it came out of one of your dreams. You don’t know what else to expect from him. In all fairness, this is very on-brand for him. Really, you shouldnt be surprised.

Eyes tearing up a little, you whisper,

“Yassine I-”

You don't have time to say another word as he’s still dragging you to the stool, excited for you to play again but on a proper grand piano rather than your dinky little keyboard set.

“Wait! I have an idea!” as you push him to sit down first. You sit in his lap, placing your hands on the keys, playing a few notes to gain some familiarity. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and closing his eyes as he prepares for you to play again. But he’s momentarily confused as he instead feels your hands grabbing his much larger ones and placing them on top of your own. He quickly gets the idea and follows with the other hand, himself. He’s paying attention now, watching as you play together. He closes his eyes and returns to the crook of your neck, smiling at the feeling. He presses soft kisses into your shoulders, the back of your neck, behind your ears as he relishes your company.

“I love you, my princess” he confessed, she tenses for a moment and relaxes again into his warm body. He didn't need to see her smile to feel it, relieved that he didn’t push her away with the confession.

“I love you too, my prince” she replied as she pulled one of his hands up to her mouth and kissed the bandages that adorned them.

i really hope you guys like it! it is a first attempt so i would love to hear any feedback too! sorry again about the account troubles, please do resend those asks! xxx

#footballer imagine #footballer fic #yassine bounou #yassine bono #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bounou imagine #Spotify

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Frank my beloved, I could really use a good list before you hit the ol dusty trail. Could you give me a list of your favorite classical piano pieces?

This is not going to be nearly as good as you probably want, but here are a few I like, in alphabetical order:

"Adagietto" by Ludwig van Beethoven (5th Symphony)

"Arabesque No. 1″ by Claude Debussy

"Appassionata" by Ludwig van Beethoven

"Beethoven's Sonata No. 8 in F Major, Op. 10, 3rd Movement: Allegro" by Ludwig van Beethoven

"The Canon in D Major (Pachelbel's Canon) Arranged for Piano by Johann Pachelbel" by Johann Pachelbel

"Für Elise, Op. 52, No. 3 (Arr. for Piano) by Ludwig van Beethoven"

"Clair de lune" by Claude Debussy

"Prelude in C-Sharp Minor, Op. 3, No. 2 by Frédéric Chopin"

"The Entertainer" by Scott Joplin

"Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2" by Franz Liszt

"Polonaise Fantasy, Op. 61 by Frederic Chopin

"Prelude in D-Flat Major, Op. 28, No. 4 by Frederic Chopin"

"Waltz in C-Sharp Minor" by Frédéric Chopin

These are the ones that come to mind. I don't really know that many classical piano pieces.

#quotes meta #thebarghestiest

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samkerrworshipper · 5 months

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ANYTHING except death mental punk rock

okokok so this is the biggest mixture but some of my all time favs lol compiled into one long list

headlines - drake

what once was - hers

the 30th - billie eilish

say yes to heaven - lana del ray

good days - SZA

sundress - asap rocky

stargirl interlude - the weeknd

burn, burn, burn - zach bryan

self control - frank ocean

hallucinogenics - matt maeson

california dreamin’ - the mamas & the papas

black friday - tom odell

thinkin bout you - frank ocean

i know - tom odell

you & me - disclosure

making the bed - olivia rodrigo

if u think i’m pretty - artemas

hoax - taylor swift

at last - etta james

confidence - ocean alley

you should probably leave - chris stapleton

lacy - olivia rodrigo

pain, sweet, pain - zach bryan

rough - g-flip

sad girl - lana del ray

mamas boy - dominic fike

thrills - spacey jane

the party & the after party - the weeknd

nothing matters - the last dinner party

tourniquet - zach bryan

take me to church - hozier

reminder - the weeknd

trust - brent faiyaz

broken halos - chris stapleton

the spins - mac miller

kill bill - SZA

homecoming - kanye west

good for you - spacey jane

seasons (waiting on you) - future islands

to be so lonely - harry styles

yellow mellow - ocean alley

i say a little prayer - aretha franklin

i’m not alone 2019 edit - calvin harris

cinnamon girl - lana del ray

the last great american dynasty - taylor swift

bad idea! - girl in red

for emma - bon iver

united in grief - kendrick lamar

woman - harry styles

body paint - the cornerstone

sunny - boney m

gilded lily - the cults

all these things i’ve done - the killers

booster seat - spacey jane

labour - paris paloma

eat your young - hozier

amber - 311

norman fucking rockwell - lana del ray

the love club - lorde

clair de lune - flight facilities

cloudbusting - kate bush

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freesia-writes · 9 months

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I love y’all tagging me in the music and movies posts but mine are all honestly like 10-20 years old (pre-kids) and too much work to even think of. 😂

I like the pop punk of the early 2000s.

Frank Sinatra.

The Beatles.

Broadway musical soundtracks (Phantom of the Opera, Chicago, West Side Story, Sweeney Todd…)

Wall-E is probably my favorite movie.

Back to the Future trilogy.

Lord of the Rings.

Zoolander. 🤣

That’s all I’ve got. 🤷🏻‍♀️💕

@lune-de-miel-au-paradis @wolffegirlsunite @anxiouspineapple99 @vithepotato @idontgetanysleep @cloneloverrrrr and anyone else I forgot!

xoxo

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emily-watch-the-stars · 3 months

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Ce n'est pas mon imagination qui me calme et me remplit d'espoir quand je regarde le ciel, les nuages, la lune et les étoiles. C'est un meilleur remède que la valériane et le brome. La nature me rend humble, elle me rend plus apte à résister à tous les coups.

Anne Frank = Annelies Marie Frank, Frankfurt, Germany, 12 June 1929 – February 1945

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liopleurodean · 1 year

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Thinking about how in all the books after LWW, they talk about 'the time when High King Peter rules with his siblings' or 'the age of Peter the High King' or if they're generous 'when the four siblings ruled Narnia under Peter' like. In the movies they're mostly shown as being equal, in PC Edmund is heavily involved in all of the planning and Lucy is trusted to find Aslan and Susan is leading a whole group of archers on her own, in VDT Edmund and Lucy are treated with the utmost respect and called 'High King and Queen' above Caspian, and the only mention of their older siblings is in the context of an old friend asking about their family

But in the books you can see that Peter has had so much more of an impact on Narnia, in HHB Susan and Edmund are in Calormene but they're treated like lowly ambassadors, Queen Susan treats Corin like her own son but King Lune seems to have more power than she, Edmund leads the charge against Rabadash only because Peter wasn't there and couldn't handle it, Lucy is hardly mentioned at all while there are constant references to Peter fighting a war in the north

In SC when Eustace and Jill are at Cair Paravel they tell the story of Cor and Aravis which happened 'in the golden Age when Peter was High King,' and there's no mention of the four royals again

In PC Doctor Cornelius places great emphasis on ruling like 'the High King Peter of old,' and when talking about the horn only Peter has the honorific of 'High' royalty, and when Trufflehunter tried to convince the dwarves that Caspian should rule he says 'wasn't the High King Peter a man?' with no mention of the others, and when Edmund is arguing with Peter Lucy tells him to do what he says because 'he is the High King, you know,' and every time the siblings fought the Trumpkin said he would go with the High King, and when he arrived at the How he only announced Peter and not Edmund, and when Aslan sent the Telmarines away he told them they were going to the world where 'the High King Peter belongs'

In LB Jill introduces Tirian to 'Peter, the High King over all Kings in Narnia,' and at the end of the world Peter was called to shut the door on Narnia (not Professor Kirke, who planted the Tree of Protection, or King Frank, the first King of Narnia, or even Aslan himself, who sung the world into existence)

Anyway I just think it's really interesting that LWW portrayed them mostly as equals, where Peter may have been knighted long before Edmund but the epilogue implies that they were a united front for all of their reign, but the rest of the books show that Narnia really was only right when a Son of Adam was King over all

#the chronicles of narnia #tcon #long post #peter pevensie #the pevensies #sorry for the long post but its something ive been thinking about as i reread the books #when i put it in this list it really highlighted just how much peter was put above his siblings #and its interesting because i didnt really notice until horse and his boy #and it kind of makes me wonder about the relationship among the pevensies as time went on #was peter pushed into place above his siblings against his will #did he vhoose to take on more responsibility so they wouldnt have to #anyway yeah here you go #ashla log entry

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thenewromancer · 1 year

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Roman Noir:

The Post Detective Crime Novel

It all started from Gangster Novels. America's Wild West history, The Great Depression and Prohibition lead to Crime Novels loosely based on Al Capone. The downfall of the criminal. The genesis of the noir archetype. That inevitably leads us to W.R. Burnett. The precursor to noir.

Little Caesar by W.R. Burnett (1929)

The term Hardboiled originated from WWI soldiers. It is an attitude. A world-weary cynicism and pessimism due to corrupt institutions and lost causes. The men who came back from the war had a 'Hardboiled' attitude.

Hardboiled Fiction

Detective fiction magazines like Black Mask were popular in the 20's. The emergence of Carroll John Daly and Dashiell Hammett changed the nature of these detective stories. The detective may save the day, but the world remains as corrupt as it ever was. Short stories that could be bought for a dime lead to a new genre and the most important wave of films in the 20th Century. The stories were printed on cheap pulp paper. Hence the term 'Pulp Fiction'.

Red Harvest by Dashiell Hammett (1929)

The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett (1930)

Green Ice by Raoul Whitfield (1930)

Bodies are Dust by PJ Wolfson (1931)

The Beast of The City by W.R. Burnett (1932)

Fast One by Paul Cain (1932)

The first Hardboiled Novels showed the publishing industry the popularity of gritty crime stories even during a very conservative time.

Roman Durs

The 'Hard' novel as coined by Georges Simenon, a Belgian author who wrote in French. A grittier crime story than Simenon's popular Inspector Maigret detective series.

Similar to American crime stories, they contain seedy underworld settings and amoral characters. Shows the popularity of French crime stories and a possible influence on Noir. Dark novels have been popular in France since the days of Emile Zola and Honore De Balzac.

Mr. Hire's Engagement by Georges Simenon (1933)

Coup De Lune, or Tropic Moon by Georges Simenon (1933)

What is Noir?

The seeds of the idea came from a single short story. "Spurs" by Tod Robbins was first published in Munsey's Magazine in 1923. And in book form in Tod Robbins short story collection "Who Wants a Green Bottle? and Other Uneasy Tales" in 1926.

"Spurs" is the story of a "pygmy" man in a traveling circus who is taken advantage of by a beautiful bareback rider and her lover the strong man. The pygmy kills the strong man and takes the bareback rider as his captive wife.

"Spurs" was adapted into one of the greatest films of all time, Freaks (1932) directed by Tod Browning. Freaks featured a whole cast of sideshow performers with real disabilities. The stars of the show are Harry and Daisy Earles. A pair of little people from a famous troupe called the Doll Family. They play Hans and Frieda. They are probably the most sympathetic characters ever in cinema history.

"Spurs" by Tod Robbins (can be found in the collection "The Best American Noir of The Century")

Freaks (1932)

The Love Triangle

James M. Cain created the definitive noir story in his debut novel "The Postman Always Rings Twice." I think he was inspired by the movie Freaks, and the popularity of Hardboiled detective fiction. He inverted the story, not to focus on the detective, but the regular man lured into crime. He also shifted the focus from the mystery plotline to a love story.

The Postman Always Rings Twice by James M. Cain (1934)

Double Indemnity by James M. Cain (1935)

The Oresteia Plot

All Noir stories come back to Greek Tragedy. Aeschylus' Orestia is the only complete trilogy that has survived since 5th century Athens. James M. Cain lifted the plot from The Orestia, especially the first play, Agamemnon.

In Agamemnon, the wife of the titular character, Clytemnestra, and her lover Aegisthus plot to murder the king and rule his kingdom.

This exactly mirrors The Postman Always Rings Twice. A drifter, Frank Chambers, comes to work at a roadside restaurant owned by old Nick Papadakis and his wife Cora. Frank and Cora quickly begin a torrid (and sometimes violent) affair. Eventually, Cora grows tired of the boring Nick and conspires with Frank to kill Nick and takeover the restaurant. They even try to kill Nick in the bathtub, the same way they kill Agamemnon in The Oresteia.

The Noir Plot

Not all noir writers were aware of this connection, at least consciously. But it created a dynamic often repeated by other authors. The Femme Fatale, her lover and the fall guy, is the cast of the great noir stories. They found a ton of innovations of this very dynamic. They minimized certain characters, obligatory scenes, and tropes. The most important thing is that Noir, in its essence, is the tragic story of love gone awry. The love story is the central plot. The crime just happens to be the focus.

The Noir Canon

Round Trip by Don Tracy (1935)

Criss-Cross by Don Tracy (1935)

They Shoot Horses, Don't They? by Horace McCoy (1935)

A Gun For Sale by Graham Greene (1936)

To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway (1937)

No Pockets in A Shroud by Horace McCoy (1937)

Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson (1937)

I Should Have Stayed Home by Horace McCoy (1938)

The Man Who Watched The Trains Go By by Georges Simenon (1938)

Night and The City by Gerald Kersh (1938)

Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier (1939)

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler (1939)

The Bride Wore Black by Cornell Woolrich (1940)

Farewell, My Lovely by Raymond Chandler (1940)

The Strangers In The House by Georges Simenon (1940)

High Sierra by W.R. Burnett (1941)

Mildred Pierce by James M. Cain (1941)

I Wake Up Screaming by Steve Fisher (1941)

The Black Curtain by Cornell Woolrich (1941)

Laura by Vera Caspary (1941)

Phantom Lady by Cornell Woolrich (1942)

The Widow by Georges Simenon (1942)

Repeat Performance by William O'Farrell (1942)

Lady In The Lake by Raymond Chandler (1943)

Bedelia by Vera Caspary (1945)

In 1945, Gallimard Publishers created a series of crime and detective novels curated by Marcel Duhamel. Many of the novels listed here were translated into French and became very popular in France. The collection was called "Série Noire." This series prompted french critic Nino Frank to coin the term Film Noir in 1946.

Poison Ivy by Peter Cheyney (1945)

No Orchids For Mrs. Blandish by James Hadley Chase (1945)

Build My Gallows High by Geoffrey Homes (1946)

Dark Passage by David Goodis (1946)

Nightmare Alley by William Lindsay Gresham (1946)

The Big Clock by Kenneth Fearing (1946)

In A Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes (1947)

Nightfall by David Goodis (1947)

The Chair For Martin Rome by Henry Edward Helseth (1947)

Act of Passion by Georges Simenon (1947)

Dirty Snow by Georges Simenon (1947)

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye by Horace McCoy (1948)

I Married A Dead Man by Cornell Woolrich (1948)

Death and The Angel by Terry Stewart (1948)

The Asphalt Jungle by W.R. Burnett (1949)

Nothing More Than Murder by Jim Thompson (1949)

Strangers on A Train by Dorothy B. Hughes (1950)

Cassidy's Girl by David Goodis (1951)

The Killer Inside Me by Jim Thompson (1952)

Black Wings Has My Angel by Elliot Chaize (1953)

Red Lights by Georges Simenon (1953)

Savage Night by Jim Thompson (1953)

The Burglar by David Goodis (1953)

The Moon In The Gutter by David Goodis (1953)

Street of No Return by David Goodis (1954)

A Swell-Looking Babe by Jim Thompson (1954)

A Hell of A Woman by Jim Thompson (1954)

Beast In View by Margaret Millar (1955)

After Dark, My Sweet by Jim Thompson (1955)

Pick-Up by Charles Willeford (1955)

Down There, or Shoot The Piano Player by David Goodis (1956)

The Executioner Weeps by Fredric Dard (1956)

The Getaway by Jim Thompson (1958)

The Executioners by John D Macdonald (1958)

1960 was the beginning of the neo-noir era in film. The same holds true for fiction as well. Noir became more focused on innovation and adding new subjects and tropes.

Bird In A Cage by Fredric Dard (1961)

The Hunter by Richard Stark (1962)

The Grifters by Jim Thompson (1963)

The Expendible Man by Dorothy B Hughes (1963)

Pop. 1280 by Jim Thompson (1964)

Hard Rain Falling by Don Carpenter (1966)

The Big Bounce by Elmore Leonard (1966)

The Friends of Eddie Coyle by George V Higgins (1970)

The Mad and The Bad by Jean-Patrick Machette (1972)

Nada by Jean-Patrick Machette (1973)

Swag by Elmore Leonard (1976)

Fatale by Jean-Patrick Machette (1977)

City Primeval by Elmore Leonard (1980)

Split Images by Elmore Leonard (1981)

The Prone Gunman by Jean-Patrick Machette (1981)

LaBrava by Elmore Leonard (1983)

The Black Dahlia by James Elroy (1987)

The Big Nowhere by James Elroy (1988)

L.A. Confidential by James Elroy (1990)

White Jazz by James Elroy (1992)

Hit Man by Lawrence Block (1998)

Mystic River by Dennis Lehane (2001)

Drive by James Sallis (2005)

Die A Little by Megan Abbott (2005)

Dope by Sara Gran (2006)

Winter's Bone by Daniel Woodrell (2006)

The Thief by Fuminori Nakamura (2009)

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (2012)

I have ignored much of the Hardboiled Detective stories that are considered a part of Film Noir. Most of the ones that say "The Detective ____ Series." Hardboiled was included in the Série Noire, but Noir is different from Hardboiled Detective Fiction. That is the reason there is much confusion about the true definition of Noir.

-Mo La Rock

#writers on tumblr #noir #film noir #crime #raymond chandler #dashiell hammett #novelist #writers #creative writing #writing #writeblr #writerslife

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