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hannahlovesluca · 11 months

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T.S.

| In which you release an original song, Enchanted (t.s.), for Shu.

| WARNINGS: mild cursing, angst to fluff, mentions of sex, Shu being both a dick and an absolute sweetheart

“There I was again tonight, forcing laughter

faking smiles; same and tired lonely place..”

Shu’s heart pounded, he knew you were releasing your very first song; and he also knew the possibility that it may be about him.

You and Shu had a complicated relationship. One day, you’ll be cuddling in bed together, kissing, making love, even. The next, Shu refuses to talk to you. Ignoring you.

The truth was - he was so, so fucking scared.

Scared about his feelings towards you. He had never experienced this before. He was also scared that in the long run, he would lose you. The one person who made him feel safe, secure, happy.

“Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and

vacancy vanished when I saw your face…”

Your voice rang through his headset, he was so, so infatuated.

He thought back to the night you first got intimate.

His hand running down your hips to your thighs, your hands tangled in his hair. Soft grunts and groans being shared now and then… God, he craved for that to happen again.

”All I can say is,

it was enchanting to meet you.

Your eyes whispered, ‘Have we met?’

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me.”

The night you had very first met, was not when he debuted as a member of Luxiem, but was a year or so beforehand.

Shu does not like parties, he does not go to them. He got dragged to one by a friend. But, god, was he happy that he had gone.

When his eyes landed on your figure, he knew he had to talk to you. He knew there was something there.

He knew.

And god, was he right.

”The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy.”

The live chat to the premier of this song is going nuts. Superchats, members, akasupa’s even. The occasional NIJI member sending a message

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: OH MY GOD

Kyo Kaneko [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: OKAY I SEE YOU

Even people from other companies were going feral into chat. He wanted to say something - he really, really did. But he knew the song was for him, he knew you were in pain; and he knew he was the cause. His hands remain on his letter-less keyboard, trying to think of a message to send but nothing coming to mind.

“And it was, enchanting to meet you…

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you…”

Shu decided against joining the VC that was listening to your song live, afraid they’ll connect the dots.

Since when did he care what others thought?

Since when did Shu fucking Yamino even have romantic feelings for anyone?

He wants so badly to console you through the screen - tell you why he hasn’t been there for you… embrace you… give you his words of affirmation..

“This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, ‘Hey’”

Shu never wanted to admit this fact to anyone else, but he knew that you knew.

Shu had slight feelings for Petra.

I know, crazy right?

Petra did not return those feelings, she saw him as a brother and wanted to keep it that way. The feelings he had for Petra were nowhere near as big as the ones he had for you, of course.

Especially now, hearing the desperation in your voice.. The longing… The way his heart is pounding.

He knew.

He knew how much he loved you, and he knew he had to make things right.

”This is me praying that,

This was the very first page,

Not where the story line ends..

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see

you again.

These are the words I held back,

as I was leaving too soon..

I was enchanted to meet you.”

At this point, Shu was tearing up. God, he hated this. He hated this so much. He hated this stupid song, he hated his feelings, and most of all he hated you.

He hated you for making him feel this way.

He hated you for writing this beautiful song, he hated you for kissing him, he hated you for being so goddamn pretty.

He hated you.

Hated you so fucking much.

But fuck, he loves you.

He loves your smile, he loves the way your eyes crinkle when your laughing, he loves your voice, he loves the chokehold you have him in.

He knows.

He knows he loves you.

“Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you..”

As the song neared an end, Shu found himself sobbing into his hands, not daring to look up at the beautiful art displayed across his screen. He longed to hear your voice in a more appropriate manner, in a way that could reaffirm him.

He wanted you.

Scratch that, he needs you.

And he has to show you just how badly he does.

He tries to subside his crying, his vision blurry whilst he pulls up Discord on his center monitor.

He goes to your profile, staring at your beautiful, beautiful, profile picture.

It was a picture of you laying in his lap giving a peace sign, although no one besides him could tell whos lap you were in.

His fingers type away onto his keyboard, as soon as he sends his message, one from you comes in.

“I love you.”

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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The Monster You Created Pt.8

(Sam Fortner x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere!Sam, Dark themes, Love at first sight, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Brief sexual references, Jealousy, Stalking, Spying, Trespassing, Verbal/emotionally abusive bf, Daddy issues, Maybe very brief incel thoughts??, A brief ounce of misogyny if you squint, Swearing, Sam’s delusional, Mentions of murder, Invasion of privacy, Kidnapping, Unreciprocated love, Manipulation (from YN)

This is all a flashback from Sam’s POV

Word Count: 2.5k

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( Sorry this is so short, it was originally gonna be longer but my motivation was taking too long so I just decided to get something out )

Sam’s entire existence had been the heart of misery, a messy aftermath of early trauma. Eternally suffering the effects of the ever-lasting pain he felt in his childhood. He felt like an empty shell of a human being, the emotions that made humans human being foreign to his hollow body. The only emotion that would visit his empty cave was rage. Other than that, a perpetual sense of incompletion; cold emptiness; exhausted loneliness. He just couldn’t… feel.

He’s tried multiple things that would for sure erupt strong emotions in anyone normal, but never him. He couldn’t even feel the despair of bad actions or the satisfaction of good ones, not even empathy or delight for other human beings. But he could pretend. He walked through his everyday life with a mask of a painted smile and an audiobox of forced laughter, shielding his insincerity. Play along with everyone around him as if he were playing a character. Someone likable and friendly.

He walked his numb zombie body through the streets feeling inhuman, either not even feeling his own weight or feeling as if he was being weighed down to the concrete. He walked through his black and white world all the way to a smoothie bar.

And then he met you.

That moment he first clapped eyes on you, he finally felt… something. He felt a new temperature rise to his skin and finally felt something in his chest… move. From the first clicking of eyes, he felt a small spark in his core. He was wonderstruck. And throughout the day, the more you two conversed, the more those sparks evolved into fireworks and his black and white world slowly brightened to colors like Dorothy walking into Oz.

You woke Sam up. You lit his candle. You flipped his switch. You were a light at the end of his dark tunnel. You made him feel not just something but everything. You enchanted him.

He had fallen in love with you.

He fell for that sparse care you offered him in just a single day. Maybe it was just in your nature to be kind and to wrap people in the comfort of your warm and friendly presence while momentarily allaying their anxieties that day. Sam wasn’t one to trust easily due to the severe and cruel pains of betrayal he had had in his life as a result of the violence he had endured from his father as a child, but you earned his trust with just a single genuine smile and intense attention you willingly gave him.

And in a once barren garden of love, a rose had bloomed as an embodiment of that first spark. As more sparks rapidly popped, more roses had littered the hollow dirt of that garden. But each of those roses had thorns, poisonous ones. And to your blind misfortune, you had obliviously pricked your delicate finger on one of those thorns. Poisoning you and your poor soul and making you the victim of his infatuation.

Sam’s desolated heart, devoid of lively adoration for far too long, throbbed with the desire to have what he witnessed his parents never had; true love. He tasted the beginnings of a chance. A chance to be permanently happy and finally be what he always wanted to be, normal. You opened his eyes and he never wanted to shut them ever again as long as you were always in his eyesight. And he hoped that just like you gave him the sense of being complete, that he would be able to make you eternally happy.

He wanted to see your smile and hear your laugh every second of every day. He wanted to listen to your voice speak for hours and hours. He wanted to always be near you, to always be inhaling the air of your intoxicating aura. He wanted to take care of you, to have you live in the comfort of his unbreakable protection. He wanted to touch you, to feel every grain of your skin. He wanted to taste you, to know how you’d taste between his teeth and tongue. He wanted to do whatever he wanted with you and to you.

He wanted you to be his.

But his dreams were shattered with a hammer and crumbled into a sharp mess of idiocy. Because as he escorted you out the door at the end of your shift, it was thrown straight at his face that you were dating someone else. Someone whiny, snotty, and arrogant. Someone controlling, judgemental, and aggressive. Someone overconfident, ambitious and prideful. Someone who reminded him a little too much of his father: hyper-masculine, domineering. Destructive. What was a girl like you doing with a guy like that?

Sam watched as you got into your boyfriend’s hoodless car and before he did anything else, your boyfriend pulled your head closer to him and slammed his lips onto yours. He didn’t close his scowling eyes as he kept them aimed at Sam, who returned the look. It was like he was trying to make it clear to Sam that he had some claim on you. That you were his territory, his property, his squeeze, just his.

It made Sam go absolutely rabid.

From that briefest of meetings, Sam knew right away there was something wrong with your relationship. So, using concern for your safety as a justification, he followed you home one night to get a glimpse into your homelife with your boyfriend. But one night wasn’t enough, he found himself spending any time outside of his work outside a window watching the two of you for hours until late. He’s seen your good days and your bad days. But he’s noticed that when your days were good, they were amazing and straight out of a rom-com, and when your days were bad, they were horrible and straight out of a horror-thriller.

Sam described your boyfriend, Brady, as nothing but insidious, wicked, and vile. But you were so sweet, albeit a people pleaser that extended from work to your romantic relationship. You’d empty your cup to fill Brady’s. But Brady wouldn’t do the same for you. It infuriated Sam, how Brady would treat your worth as if it were something he could replace whenever he wanted. He was not your match. And Sam was convinced about that the more he got to know you and witnessing you and Brady interact.

Brady didn’t get your humor like Sam did. Brady didn’t get your passions like Sam did. Brady didn’t get your taste like Sam did. Brady didn’t get your emotions like Sam did. Brady didn’t get your past like Sam did. Brady didn’t get you like Sam did.

Sam would have given you his jacket when you were cold while Brady mocked you for not being prepared for the weather. Sam would get you on his back when your feet were tired while Brady made you walk through it. Sam would claim you were always right while Brady argued with you in public. Sam would pay for your phone bill while Brady wouldn’t lend you his charger.

Of course though, Sam knew that himself compared to Brady exterior-wise was an unfair fight. Sam wasn’t stupid, he knew your boyfriend was more visibly appealing and had a more interesting, impressive life than him. Brady wore tight tank tops to display his thickly toned arms; Sam wore button ups and lazy shirts. Brady worked at a gym and did fight competitions broadcasted on t.v.; Sam was a health inspector. Brady drove a subaru; Sam drove a pickup truck. Brady was a popular jock in school; Sam was the quiet loner. The two of them couldn’t be any more different in Sam’s mind… other than their taste in women.

Now Sam was not an expert in the emotional part of women, other than that they were emotional, but he had heard quite a bit of how abandoning fathers affected the female brain, how differently daddy issues affected them compared to men. That because of the lack of a father figure in their life they seek out older men or, in your case, men that resemble their father to fill the void that their father's weren't able to fill. They will cling to their attention and sacrifice their comfort for their pleasure to make sure they don't abandon them like their fathers did. And Sam realized that was exactly your problem, the problem you were blind to that he wanted to help you see. He wanted to help you.

It was sad to him though. You were so delusional and so far deep in denial that you were convinced your father leaving didn’t fuck you up at all. You poor thing.

Sam knew he was nothing like your dad, so if the two of you became a couple then he would break your cycle and heal the daddy issues with the love you’ve always deserved! But there was one issue, Sam could never find the right time to admit his feelings for you. And on top of that, he wasn’t sure yet if you felt the same. He constantly dropped hints and signals but you just never caught on, too distracted with everything else in your stressful life. He wanted to free you from that, he wanted your undivided attention without any customer nagging your ear off and without a boisterous boyfriend draining you to practical exhaustion.

But Sam came to a thought that if he wanted to fix you he needed to get fixed himself. After the first incident of murder committed against the man who followed you to your car and repeatedly pressed for your phone number after your repeated words of declining, he hoped it was just a small slip that would only happen once. But it became a constantly continuous slip. It became a problem, he just couldn’t stop. His attempts to suppress the temptations grew weaker as he always gave in despite his ongoing opposition to these instincts. The harder he tried to stop it was as if he became more aware of people who disturbed your peace or threatened the future of you and him when making moves.

He tried so hard to become normal, now that he could actually feel emotions thanks to you, but the straw that broke the camel's back was when that man touched your arm and basically sexualized you to his boss. That’s when Sam started therapy with the best therapist he could find. But he was there to fix himself and his murderous drive, not once did he think his infatuation with you should’ve been brought to light.

Of course he knew just as well as anyone that stalking and spying was wrong, that stealing and taking secret photographs was wrong. Both morally and legally. But he was just looking out for you! To do some good you have to do some wrong. At least that’s just what he told himself.

He was almost never home anymore, when he wasn’t at work or therapy or in your work during his lunchtime he became your shadow at a distance. After work he’d park his truck near the far end of the parking lot, positioned perfectly that he could see straight into the window to watch you work, and wait till your shift ended. He’s done this enough times to know your exact schedule. He’d watch you leave and lock up and walk to your car before driving off home, Sam following after waiting till another car would be in between the two of you.

He’d follow you home and park a couple driveways down before sneaking through the dark to watch the rest of your day through your windows. And sometimes on the days you had off, Sam would get to your house early to follow you everywhere you went. If only he knew that all that hyper-fixated stalking only made him spiral further into a dangerous swirl of unhealthy obsession. And his lovesick swooning mind finally made the decision that would fix everything. His jealousy, his protectiveness, his hedonism, his need to confess his love, and his desire to help you heal all had a hand on his back that pushed him to his last resort.

Too far gone within his ambitions, his fixation-filled delusion led his mind astray and perhaps that’s why he found himself sneaking around your driveway late at night, wincing every time your neighbor's dog barked straight at him.

Selfishness was in the fundamental nature of humans. They crave for things they can't have and shouldn't have; bitter selfishness; the desire to take until they have nothing left. This was all human instinct. And Sam was human. And with being human entails an uncontainable urge to take, take, take. And that’s what he did. He took you.

Of course he knew it sucked to you but he saw it as all worth it in the end if it meant healing your trauma and falling in love. But that process seemed to take longer than his childishly selfish mind was expecting, and the more you resented him the more painful it was to debate the potential truth; “if you love something, let it go”. Would it have been real love to have left you alone all this time? To spare you from his fucked up mental state? Would it be love if he just opened the door and let you go? But unfortunately his questioning of his own choices lasted shorter than a snap.

Sam didn’t see himself as a psycho nor a creep. He saw himself as a good person who had fallen in love hard and committed intrusive actions. He was incapable of seriously considering letting you go. Because if he did, he would be forced to acknowledge his own lack of accountability that he was not as good of a person as he viewed himself. His mad love for you clouded any morals that could separate the two of you.

And just like he planned, you began to warm back up to him! And he’d even say that he’s been catching you giving him bedroom, dreamy eyed looks. He hoped it wasn’t Stockholm Syndrome, he wanted you to genuinely fall for him and not because of some physiological negative effect.

But just when he trusted you enough, you tried to escape.

It was all a lie, an act, a trick. And he blindly fell for it because he was too blinded by his hopeless happiness. Sam felt something in him snap. Escaping was all you could think about, wasn’t it? Always thinking about it, always dreaming about it. You were trying to run away from the confrontation of your pain and problems! You were trying to run away from his love and help!

He had to take matters into his own hands… or rather put them in someone else’s.

You needed help, help that his consoling love wasn’t qualified to give. You needed professional help. And luckily for you, Sam knew the perfect guy for you.

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kristianaandtheheartbreakprince · 6 years

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Add your TS7 title predictions!!

Eternal

Forget Me Not

The Next Chapter

Golden

#ts7 #ts7 is coming #ts7 theory #ts7iscoming #ts7 theories #ts7 predictions #living in enchanted wonderstruck #livinginenchantedwonderstruck original #living-in-enchanted-wonderstruck #livinginenchantedwonderstruck #living-in-enchanted-wonderstruck original #taylor swift #taylor nation #taylornation #taylurking #ts7 ss

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kakyoinswifey · 2 years

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ENCHANTED — KAKYOIN NORIAKI

characters ; kakyoin noriaki

genre ; some angst, definitely more than fluff

warnings ; characters' death, original and alternative universe, noriaki is from morioh.

When you met the group made up of Joseph Joestar, Avdol, Jotaro, Kakyoin and Polnareff, you knew that they would be people who would change your whole world and your entire life. In a good and a bad way. They taught you to smile more, they brightened up your life, they gave it color. But it also brought with it fights, enemies, confrontation. Death.

But you remembered something well. From the first moment, you knew that, even through the good and bad, there would be something inevitable for you. You were destined to fall madly in love with your red-haired friend. Perhaps you knew it since, when you introduced yourself to them, he was the only one to take your hand and kiss it, whispering an "I'm enchanted to meet you" that made you blush hard.

Your fears and insecurities disappeared once you saw his kind eyes that only showed his devotion to you. They all vanished when you saw his face.

And all you could say is it was enchanting to meet him.

Little by little, the playful conversation starts. Both of you enjoyed to be around the other, smiling and taking advantage of every second that they weren't being attacked by an enemy. You felt you were living a love fantasy. Just by looking into his violet eyes you knew what he was thinking, and he read your own mind in the same way, like passing notes in secrecy...

Until Polnareff said something that kept you intrigued. "Can you imagine that he actually has a girlfriend?" The silver haired just said that to mock you, but you realized Kakyoin and you were just spending time together, but none of you asked to each other if you both were single.

So, it was 2 AM while you were sharing a room. The heat was killing you, so you couldn't sleep, and you decided to ask before you'll go crazy.

"Who do you love?" Words ran up from your mouth, and you wished you were more gentle, until you heard him laughing quietly, his cheeks blused. "You. You're the one I'm in love with."

Both bright glances shone with excitement. Just two teenagers enchanted to meet their first love.

And you were wonderstruck, dancing around all alone when the radio was still on and you just wanted to enjoy the time you got.

Time that, unfortunately, wasn't so long.

Standing in front of him, while watching the horrible scene in front of you, you couldn't help but stifle a cry of despair and pain. The tears began to fall from your eyes, your knees giving out in grief and falling to the ground. Your stand make its way to get to his body and bring him down to where you were to accompany him in the last moments he had left.

"I got you. You don't need to worry. I'm with you now." You repeated to him, caressing his face, giving some consolation on his deathbed. You tried to contain your tears, but it was irremediable. And maybe you were selfish, but decided not to shut it up. "I love you. I'm here with you, Nori. You don't need to do more. Just rest. Everything's alright. Just rest." And, when you felt her pulse grow weaker, your voice and your sobs mingled, as you whispered your own promises to your first love, the purest love you would have in your life.

"I just pray for this being the very first page, not where our story ends... My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. I won't forget you, never." These are the words you held back, as he was leaving you too soon. You could feel the cold in the air, but even more his icy hands, that you were holding into your own, pierced your skin. "Just wait until we meet again, alright? So, when the moment comes, don't be in love with someone else. Please, don't have someone waiting on you. We have to live our love, it doesn't matter if it's here or in another world. We have to be together, Noriaki."

Soon, the sound of the Speedwagon Foundation helicopter rang in your ears and it pained you to know that it was time to say goodbye. You could no longer see him smile sweetly, play or joke with you, you could never again enjoy the harmonious sight of her red hair and her violet eyes, staring you with the same devotion as you did.

And, while the men in charge secured what you already knew, you only had one question that will haunt you for the rest of your life. You'll spend foreber wondering if he knew you were enchanted to meet him. The lingering question kept you up all your nights from now on until the day you left.

...

It was 5:16 AM in this town. 1989, January 16th. The night was sparkling. You couldn't sleep more. You had recently arrived on a trip, you had had a strange impulse when you arrived at the place. Morioh wasn't exactly a well-known town in Tokyo, but you finally arrived at the place that made your heart ache. And, for some reason, you were obeying its whims. Unable to come back to sleep, you decided to go and take a walk in the park. Unfortunately for you, when you were near the bust stop, it started raining, and you had to run towards some bench that had a roof so as not to get wet, but the first one you found was not exactly empty, and you only realized it when you bumped into someone.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" You said to apologize... Until you looked up and noticed who was this person. "No need to feel sorry, I didn't want to get caught in the rain too and-." The young man standing in front of you seemed just as surprised as you, interrupting his own sentences. "Sorry... Have we met?" He asked you.

You didn't aswered inmediatly. You remembered his face, his eyes, his red hair, from somewhere. But you couldn't remember where it was from. That sweet voice talking to you.

"Even if something happens, I will meet you in another life. And we'll live what we couldn't in this one."

Your eyes widened. Those words had resonated in your mind for no apparent reason. But you felt as if this man had dedicated them to you before.

"I think so. But I don't know exactly where we did." You whispered, trying not to offend him. "But I think you were so important for me. I feel bad for not being able to remember you."

He smiled at you sweetly, and you felt the relief in your shoulders and your mind. "Well, we can mend that. My name's Kakyoin Noriaki, and yours?" This young man inquired you. Some warm in your heart made you feel you can trust him. "(Y/N)." You replied, stretching out your hand for a greeting. The redhead took yours and brought it to his lips to give it a short kiss. "I'm enchanted to meet you. And I hope you're not in love with someone else."

And you were wonderstruck, blushing all the way home with his words running your mind, and the promise of meeting him again the next day.

I CRIED MY EYES OUT WRITING THIS. I was so excited to write it soon that I did like this. I'll probably make a prettier version of this later.

Listening to Taylor gives me a lot of ideas :')

#jjba x reader #jjba stardust crusaders #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin x y/n #kakyoin x you #jjba #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki

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infinites-chaser · 4 years

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Aaaaaaaaa vaaaaal! I love it! You’re amazing! Can i request for a dictionary prompt: wonderstruck, fluff with my beloved victor?

won·der·struck. adj. to suddenly feel awed delight or wonder.

(a word whose origins lie in Taylor Swift’s song, ‘Enchanted,’ in which she sings: this night is sparkling/don’t you let it go/I’m wonderstruck/blushing all the way home.)

there's a Rumi line he'd read once:

trade your cleverness for wonder.

and there are more eloquent translations (sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment, or perhaps it’s purchase bewilderment in this money-driven world), but he likes this one, likes its simplicity, its straightforward nature.

but here's the thing: he doesn't do wonder. because what's there to wonder about, when your day's perfectly planned, what in the mundane and routine schedules is there to be surprised by, to find awe in?

there's nothing, that's what. he finds flaws. finds errors, wrinkles in reasoning and calculations. irons them out.

meetings, paperwork, rinse, repeat. day in, day out.

nothing changes. he's not sure he wants it to.

he likes it when everything's predictable. some days he uses his Evol to make sure it is.

better a moment planned, he thinks, a moment perfected, than a moment missed because he hadn’t anticipated it at all.

day out, day in. paperwork, meetings. rinse. repeat.

because he doesn't do wonder. he doesn't. not like she does, her eyes as wide as they’d been seventeen years ago, still seeing the world at its best, as it could be, still seeing things in it to find beauty in, no matter how small. to love, no matter how silly, no matter how simple, no matter how mundane.

(and what does it mean to have gone through the worst of the world as a child and come out of it still hoping and dreaming, still full to the brim of kindness, still offering up love, unconditional, still wishing the world would do the same?)

she turns her face to the sky when the sun’s come out after a dreary morning’s rain and ends up five minutes late to their meeting,

she comes into his office one day, her hair mussed, jacket wrinkled, gasping out a breathless explanation of how there’d been a child on the bus complaining of the cold,

she sends him hastily captured pictures of things from her walk to work and the places the company takes her, flowers or pretty pebbles, the crack in a wall that she claims looks like his initials, clouds and the sky, once a blurry sunset captioned you should’ve come with us!

and he calls her dummy. says, don’t waste your time on things like that, says, don’t send me a picture of a ladybug, send me a copy of your finished report, silly,

when what he really wants to do is ask, why?

why send him blurry pictures when they both know with a DSLR in hand, she could create real art?

why turn in a report half-finished an hour past their agreed-upon deadline, filled to the brim with ideas that could be promising if she’d given them more than a moment’s thought?

why— why settle for imperfection if you know you can do better? what’s there to marvel at in the world’s flaws, in a fluke of a moment, clumsy and inelegant?

he watches her. watches how she moves through the world, tries to understand it. tries to ask her, but the words always come out wrong, too sharp, too confrontational, because half of him desperately wants her to do better, while the other half’s caught up in worrying if the way he’s been living hasn’t been quite living at all.

he snaps at her. she snaps back. (they’re both too stubborn for their own good.)

she turns in her reports with a huff. after a particularly scathing comment from him, she gives the next report to goldman, and he goes a week without seeing her at all.

in her absence, he pulls all the reports she’s ever given him from the file in his desk, reads them through, once, twice, thrice. again and again, until he’s worn his pride thin enough to let himself admit that she’s taken his criticisms in stride, that she’s improved. (he wonders if he can say the same for himself.)

the next time she walks into his office to deliver her report, he bites back his instinctive snipe. doesn’t rise to the bait of her clumsily-worded, thinly-veiled insult. instead, he counts to ten in his head. once, twice, thrice. takes a breath. tries a “well done.”

“this idea’s a good one,” he says, the words coming slow and stilted but genuine. “i can tell you put a lot of thought into it.”

he adds on a “dummy“ before the shocked silence can stretch on for even longer.

she blinks. a slow, hesitant smile spreads across her face.

“thank you,” she says softly.

then, with more confidence:

“but, tell me, what can i improve?”

and against all odds, he feels an answering smile form on his lips as he replies.

because he doesn’t do wonder. doesn’t know how to see beauty in anything less than perfect, doesn’t know how to default not to criticism but to finding the silver lining of a situation.

he doesn’t. not like she does. but he wants to learn for her. he wants to try.

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ALIA! ALIAAAA! this is abysmally late and i am here to thank you once again for this prompt meme hnNNNNNGh i swear iM still working on your librarian ask too classes have just been devouring me :> but i just. really love this word and imo it r e a l l y suits victor goD you didn’t hear it from me but i have been developing the biggest appreciation for the victor/mc pre-relationship dynamic just like!! the new side of mc we see through victor and how his time’s frozen and her coming back into his life unfreezes it and to be human is to grow!! and be imperfect!! blahblahblah valslifephilosophysoapbox.txt and YEAH. i had this idea a while back and didn’t have time to finish it until now and hOPEFULLY IT DIDN’T GET TOO p r e a ch y and hopefully?? this is fluffy(?!?!) but gosh this was fun ^^ hope you enjoy <333 love you lots!

#mlqc #mlqc victor #val writes #mlqc fanfic #i have. many thoughts about victor/mc's different philosophies aND how they clash with each other but ultimately serve to #help each other grow as people #especially on victor's end #and MC just helps victor soften and relax and he kind of provides more structure to her idealistic goals #and YEAH. hm

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magnusbanewastaken · 4 years

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ENCHANTED

SUMMARY: In 1938 Magnus comes across the most enchanting woman he has ever seen in that century. He promised her that she would see him again and that they would dance for however long she wanted.

RATING: G

CHARACTER/S: Magnus Bane, Etta

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ㅤㅤThis night is sparkling don't you let it go.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ I'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home.

ㅤㅤI'll spend forever wondering if you knew,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI was enchanted to meet you.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK — 1938

When one has lived for as long as Magnus Bane had lived, rarely does anything ever feel new. All his "firsts" in this century would often feel like a rehash of another set of "firsts" he'd experience the century prior. Most of the time, he doesn't really bother himself too much anymore with the finer details; the names and faces might change but the experience and feelings have become all too familiar. Unless of course on the rare occasions when they're not, and such was the case that night at the Quellcrist Club.

The booze kept flowing and the band was playing some lively jazz music. It filled the heads of the Quellcrist patrons who let the music take over their feet and bodies. There were no miserable faces in the club that night even though most of them were likely not as gleeful as they seemed to be. It truly was like any other club in Brooklyn except for the fact that it was one of the few clubs out there that welcomed a melting pot of people, not just the white ones. If it wasn't, he wouldn't have met the most enchanting woman Magnus has ever laid his eyes on in the last century.

Magnus had seen her by chance a few times in the Quellcrist before and some other time in other clubs around the area. Though he has seen her a few times, he only felt an infatuation towards her the last time he saw her. She was singing then, a bittersweet melody that disrupted his mind and kept him up all night that night. The first thing he did the morning after was to find the record for the song she sang, but not even the original singer could compare to the golden voice that has enraptured Magnus Bane. It was then that he decided that the next time he sees her, he would come up to her and let fate decide where it would go, he was hoping it would turn out well of course, but if not, well, better luck the next decades or so.

She wasn't singing or playing the piano on stage this time but she was with some girl friends dancing the night away in a flowing golden beaded dress that perfectly emphasized her beautiful dark skin. She was a pretty little live wire, that much he knows. Always sprightly, always a smile on her face, as she sings or plays the piano, sometimes even the saxophone if she was feeling great. Even now on the dance floor too, she was all smiles and Magnus couldn't hear it through the music but he assumed her laughter was just as delightful as her singing. If he didn't know any better he would assume she would be one of the fair folk, with a voice like that and looks to match, but she seemed to be far kinder to be one of them.

As the band shifts their tune from an upbeat tempo to a soulful slow jazz and some patrons moved their way towards the bar and tables to rest their feet and have a drink, Magnus saw this as an opportunity to approach her. There were many eyes who followed him or took a gander at him as he did so. It was difficult for anyone, mundane or not, to not look at Magnus Bane, especially not with the cerulean blue patterned suit he was wearing and the shade of glitter painted around his eyes that were in a similar shade of blue.

When Magnus reached her, her girl friends were giggling as they left her with him. She looked up at him confidently, unfazed at the attention he has drawn to himself, and now to her as well.

“Enjoyed the show? I’ve seen you looking, mister,” she smiled. “I was wondering when you'd come up for a little chat.”

“Was I obvious?” he asked, as if he didn't let his presence be known to her on purpose.

“It was hard not to notice you on account of your...” she pulled back and looked him up and down, a smile drawn across her face. “Well, everything about you.”

“Glad you noticed,” he smiled. He presented his hand for her and asked, “How about a dance, darling?”

“What, my dancing ain't a show enough for you, mister?”

“I was hoping we could put on a show together.”

She held out for a moment and he looked at her, amused, as her brilliant hazel eyes regarded him. Finally, she reached for his hand. She was the one who pulled him to the dance floor with her and Magnus was pretty much happy to be dragged around by her. He knew how to dance, an important skill to learn if he were to woo just about anyone, but next to her he almost felt helpless.

The way she looked at him, smiled at him playfully, and the way she moved her body to the rhythm of the music, moving around him before closing in the space between them. She leaned her back against him as she made small movements, slinking her body sensually. She rubbed her shoulders against his chest before facing him and reaching for his neck and wrapping her arms around him. His hand wandered around the small of her back in return while the other hand reached for her face, gently caressing her cheek at the back of her fingers. She smiled at him as she reached for the hand that touched her face and slipped her fingers in the spaces between his. They weren't the only ones dancing on the dance floor that night, but it sure felt like it.

They finished their dance shortly before the band played another upbeat tune. She had pulled him to the side, in a corner of the club where they could hear each other. She sat on a seat by the bar while he stood in front of her, leaning against the bar as his arm rested on the surface.

“I hope you won't mind my frankness but I think I may have fallen for you a little bit there, mister,” she told him, smiling as she gazed at him fondly.

“Just a little bit?”

“Just a little bit,” she affirmed. “ For now.”

It was what he wanted to hear, he thought, and all the while reminded himself that she was a mundane. He was aware of what this would mean eventually but it was quite difficult for Magnus to distance himself from mundanes or to entangle himself with their ever so fleeting lives. Mundanes may not be born with the blood of demons or angels, but there was still something inexplicably fascinating about them. One would think that after years of passion, infatuation, lust, and the inevitable heartbreaks he would have known any better, but that was a lesson he has yet to learn as an immortal being. So he told her,

“I hope you won't mind me saying but I may have fallen for you as well, even before the dance.”

“Well, aren't you a sweetheart.”

“No, truly, I have,” he replied. Magnus hummed and sang the song he'd heard her sing before, the one that enchanted him and kept him up all night.

“I sang that song at the Cotton Club, a couple o’ weeks ago,” she was surprised to hear that.

“You wouldn't leave my head after that,” he smiled.

“Let’s sort ourselves out in the morning,” she told him then stood up from her seat.

“Are your feet rested?” she asked, offering her hand for him.

“Again?”

“You better get used to it, mister,” she replied. Magnus happily took her hand and went back to the dance floor with her.

Her name was Etta, he learned after they left for the club. They had been too preoccupied with the dancing, the drinking, the laughing, and more dancing that both have forgotten to ask for each other's names. She had drunkenly introduced him to her friends as the love of her life, it was in jest, but Magnus couldn't help but feel delighted by the sound of that. She laughed when he told her his name, she thought it couldn't be a real one, it sounded like a name from a fairytale.

He walked her to her home and in their walk they've managed to sober up a bit and talk more, about music, the stars, each other. He promised her that she would see him again and that they would dance for however long she wanted. She agreed and their dance went on for about fifteen more years or so after that night at the Quellcrist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK — 1978

Magnus fell in love all over again with Etta after he told her the truth of what he was and his world. With no more secrets between them, they would fall deeper in love with each other in each passing day and in every year that passed until eventually she couldn't be with him anymore; she needed to go and he had to let her go.

When they parted all those years ago, Magnus took it upon himself to stop seeing her. Sometimes he would send letters and gifts but he never saw her again, not when she finally had the family she'd always dreamt of having. Neither of them had fallen out of love; he knew that she knew that he loved her even when the time came that they had to part. He wished she remembered that, but she couldn't anymore. It was painful to see her and not recognizing who he was but it wasn't anything he couldn't endure. He regretted not seeing her after the last letter she'd sent to him, he didn't know then that that might have been the last time she could ever remember his name or his face.

Still, he would visit her at the nursing home whenever he can. He visited her again that day and he was lucky to have caught her in a bright mood because he was able to dance with her again. Magnus mostly did much of the moving while she leaned against his body for support. He held her close, carefully hugging her frail body as they danced. Her presence and her touch felt familiar, warm, nostalgic.

“Thank you, my darling,” she told him as they danced. “You remind me of my husband. Oh, how he would always shine, and glitter!”

Magnus almost teared up. She would sometimes do that, recalling memories of him but never really recalling him. She may have forgotten him but Magnus would like to think that he was still there somewhere in her thoughts, now faceless and nameless and obscured behind a haze, but still there, always with her.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤI was never in love with someone else

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI never had somebody waiting on me

ㅤㅤㅤ 'Cause you were all of my dreams come true

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ And I just wish you knew,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDarling, I was so in love with you.

ㅤ

#magnus bane #etta (the mortal instruments)#tmi fanfic #the mortal instruments #the bane chronicles #this was the first one i wrote!#the last roleplay i did was set around the same era so i thought it would be an easy transition to write something new in a familiar settin #river writes crap

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all-the-kings-archers · 5 years

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Ok Arden inspired me to relisten to Speak Now the album deluxe edition (cause I’m sad and I love speak now) so I’m just gonna type thoughts as I listen. Warning(s) beforehand, they probably do not make any sense. This is getting really long, sorry if you don’t want to read this. If you’re on the computer you can hit “J” and it should take you to the next post. Mobile users, I am SO sorry.

Those first notes of Mine felt like coming home. I love how I can hear her smile in her voice. Also I forgot how much I love her country accent, wow. “said I’ll never leave you alone” aka something I need to hear right now.

Ugh, Sparks Fly has the best intro. I don’t actually have the energy to do this properly, but this is one of my favorite songs on the album. “kiss me on the sidewalk take away the pain” reminds me of a weird dream I had this week. in a good way, obviously. Sparks Fly is so much sexier than we give it credit for.

I can’t handle Back to December right now. This is NOT fair. She sounds so small. “but this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying i’m sorry for that night“ this hits so hard “it turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you”. I legitimately cannot handle this right now, not today. It’s giving me chills, I can feel my body temperature dropping from this.

Stupid turbotax ad. I hate this stupid ad. Not all people are tax people, leave me alone. I am also not interested in stupid horror movies. I do not want to watch the invisible man. leave me alone. also neutrogena, stop. i have that face wash, and it made my skin peel.

Speak Now, hello lovely. The imagery in this is WONDERFUL, and it’s so snarky, and can you believe Taylor Swift wrote this herself? I feel like James Madison discovering the comma, sorry. “don’t you” you can tell she’s smirking. I’m a sucker for happy endings.

Dear John, you do NOT get to make an appearance now. “and I lived in your chess game but you change the rules every day” my entire life feels like this right now. It’s not your optimism to blame, please don’t blame yourself. Yeah, 19 is too young to be played with. Am I calling college John? Abso-freaking-lutely. Good for you Taylor. Go be your own fireworks. I believe in you. Wow, I am really delirious right now. “i should’ve known” to “you should’ve known” is a glow-up. do we still say glow-up? I don’t care. I still say glow-up.

Mean, hi, I need you right now. Screw you college, I don’t need the major I wanted from you! Taylor is right, someday I will be living in a big city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean and wishing I was one of your alumni. Also stop pointing out how stupid I am, I know I have flaws. I bet they are just sitting somewhere being miserable. Every single time saying “Taylor Swift has peaked, her next album is gonna flop” and every. Single. Time. Being proven wrong. I’m so proud of her.

I hate ads. I hate ads. I hate ads. Neutrogena needs to stop bothering me. The horror movie is back. I hate horror movies. this is why I don’t listen to Spotify before bed anymore. Old Navy, finally a change of pace. Still a waste of time, but a NEW waste of time.

The Story of Us is a BOP. Oh, wait, no sad for a second. Stop making me feel things Swift, I’m using you to assist in my escapism. AND WE’RE NOT SPEAKING AND I’M DYING TO KNOW IF IT’S KILLING YOU LIKE IT’S KILLING ME YET. Next chapter is iconic. “but you held your pride like you should’ve held me” and, like, the entire bridge (which I would quote if I could type that fast) are sooooooo good. THE END?! Already?!

Never Grow Up is... a lot of feelings for right now. It’s so soft, but it’s also kind of exactly what I’m feeling right now. Like, this is me to younger me, but also for my little siblings. The fear underlying this is hitting really hard, why exactly did I pick Speak Now? The point of this was to get out of my head, not further into it. It’s always colder than you think it will be on your own. I wish I hadn’t grown up either. Stupid introspectiveness, let me enjoy this beautiful, sad, soft song.

Enchanted, how wonderful to see you. I’m just gonna let this one wrap around me like a blanket. This was my first stan song of Taylor’s. So I’m just gonna let myself feel comforted by this. “wonderstruck” is a beautiful word. Look at this desperate pining, but also simple joy and excitement, and there is so much emotional range in this song. “Please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you” is what made me fall in love with her music. I just love Enchanted so much.

ADS. STOP THE HORROR MOVIE ADS. Can I sue for repetitive or badly targeted ads? I wouldn’t, cause that’s a waste of money and time, but I REALLY want to know that I can if they ever push me over the edge. Honey (ad), go away.

Better Than Revenge. I can’t help but love this song. Except for the mattress line, that’s kinda... uncomfy to hear. It’s full of such smart insults, except for that one low blow (which is unfortunately the one that’s repeated). It’s still such a fun song, though. “You might have him, but I always get the last word”

Oh, Innocent. You’re so sweet and sad, but you don’t make me sad cause you’re so hopeful and heartfelt. And so soothing too. “I hope you remember today is never too late to be brand new”

Hey Haunted. It’s kinda jarring to not have it acoustic, but it’s still so GOOD. The instrumentation is ugh, and her voice is just so beautiful, and I can’t stand explaining how this makes me feel cause I can’t find words, and it’s just wonderful.

Last Kiss, aka the home of one of the best bridges of all time. ”All that I know is that I don’t know how to be something you miss” is so heartbreaking. also this is taking me several hours longer than Speak Now (deluxe edition or otherwise) is cause I need periodical breaks. The build-up before the bridge is so good. And the bridge itself I think I’ve already addressed. “just like our last...” ugh she’s so SMART

Long Live, I can tell you’re gonna make me cry and that’s not allowed. This is so nostalgic. Just, this is something that belongs on a playlist on the ride home from a tournament in 8th grade. Everyone singing (and poking fun of the one guy who was always so monotone). “for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world” is everything that I felt back then. The energy in this song is so beautiful. “we will be remembered”

Ok, we’re on to Ours. I’m gonna be honest and say I’ve never really clicked with Ours. It’s cute, and in a way I usually enjoy, but it’s not a favorite. “people throw rocks at things that shine” is a nice line. and I like the positive message that the entire song has. The little things she loves about him are adorable to hear listed.

Is it gonna be ads? Yes it is. Great. CVS, that’s new. And now Spotify promoting itself AND Google Home.

If This Was a Movie. A song I unfortunately forget about far too often. “if this was a movie you’d be here by now” hits so hard. Just the entire feeling where you lose someone and you just want them back but it doesn’t... it just doesn’t work. yeah, that’s a feeling. “I thought you’d be here by now”

Superman... Not a favorite. But, once again, cute. “He’s complicated, irrational” I do not remember her mentioning flaws before, maybe I just need this one to grow on me. “I loved you from the very first day” is such a nice resolution to the “I loved you forever” thing from earlier (in this same song).

Back to December... but now acoustic. The first time screwed me up enough, I’m nervous. This feels somehow slower? Maybe it’s the instrumentation change, or maybe she really is going slower, but I have absolutely no complaints. It’s beautifully aching like this. It feels like they’re pulling on heartstrings, not just the strings on their instruments. Have I mentioned how much I ADORE strings instruments when played well? And all the lyrics in this song? The way everything goes super quiet for a second? I think I might like this version better than the original.

Haunted... also acoustic. I’m fairly certain that I do like this version better than the original. The heavy piano, and the violin, that’s just so nice. It’s just slightly jarring, and it makes you feel everything that this song conveys so wonderfully. Hello violins, I love you for this. Is that a piano solo? It does not get the recognition it deserves. that last “break”

Mine but pop? I’ll give it a shot. This is making it pop-y? I guess I don’t mind as much as I thought I would. And there’s something to be said for starting and ending an album with the same song (even if the second is technically a different genre) Ok, this is enjoyable. Yeah, I like this. The buildup feels a bit weird at times, but it works, and I like.

Ok. That’s it. That’s the album. Taylor deserves more awards than she has for this album. Acoustic anything deserves separate, individual awards. I think that’s all I’ve got to say about the album as a whole. This was definitely something that I needed, and I hope someone else finds it fun to read.

#long #long text post #speak now

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watsonrodriquezie · 7 years

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Primal Starter: Meeting the Wild Within

Over the course of a day’s hike or in a sudden wonderstruck moment, many of us have felt the edges of our selves dissolve into the wild that surrounds us. We become unconsciously “of” our environments. Shedding the insular, constraining cages of our everyday hyperrationality—the mental chatter, the rigid expectations, and inevitable tension and failures that accompany them—identities and desires evaporate into the senses. For a time, we become raw awareness. The heightening of the senses alone can feel like a kind of animalistic thrill.

For our ancestors, the natural world was mystically animated in ways we moderns have a hard time grasping. Today we’re guided more by scientific interpretations of nature and the prevailing metaphysical and monotheistic religions that seat spiritual figures in the otherworldly.

For our hunter-gatherer and early “ancient” ancestors, however, the natural world was the seat and center of spiritual force. The earth was their cosmological stage for the game of life, whose essential figures encompassed many species and whose plot lines were always in the present, spontaneous making. Everything from animal encounters to a season’s weather were part of a mystical dance between people and the forces of creation. Spiritual life was life itself, and vice versa. In the words of the ancient Greek philosopher Thales, “Everything is full of gods.”

Of course, this enchantment came hand in hand with superstition and all of its limitations. Although today we have generations’ worth of scientific insight, we nonetheless still crave that sense of connection and, as Jung and others have called it, “original knowing.” We’re naturally inclined to seek “spiritual” or (in less metaphysical terms) transcendent experience in the wild. These encounters fill some essential hunger in our deeper psychic layers.

In this sense, spiritual experiences in nature aren’t so much about witnessing something of the natural world itself but rediscovering something in ourselves—perhaps the “wilderness within,” as author Paul Shepard calls it. Our encounters are rare moments of deep spiritual consonance, a comforting, vital harmony within our most fundamental natures. Humans, after all, have both the gift and the hardship of living between two worlds—that of the wild that nurtured them and that of the cultures they create. More and more, the two realms grow further apart in our modern age. These spiritual experiences in wilderness perhaps embody a homecoming of sorts and offer balm for the deep homesickness that accompanies our social and cultural progress.

For more, read the past post, “Spiritual Encounters in Nature.”

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fishermariawo · 7 years

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Primal Starter: Meeting the Wild Within

For more, read the past post, “Spiritual Encounters in Nature.”

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cynthiamwashington · 7 years

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Primal Starter: Meeting the Wild Within

For more, read the past post, “Spiritual Encounters in Nature.”

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