#Singer of the Verse (Tear)

[ivalice-tifalucis]

With the release of From The Rehearsal Room - Tokyo to Ramin's youtube I finally, finally, continue and finish this side project I'm doing.

Initially, I used AI to mastered it because the first version I got from bilibili were not in good quality but I wasn't satisfied and I found the much better quality. But with Ramin uploaded it to youtube, I re did all the mastering just with audacity for both Part 1 and Part 2. The Part 2 is still from the better version I found from bilibili, by the way.

What you need to do is just download the file and put it on your music player. The metadata is all completed as if it's whole legit album. Enjoy, guys!!

And I'm being weird so all the lyrics that are put there are from my listening although I still use what I found online but I still listened and compared. They made few ad-libs and changes and I notice because for the songs that I wasn't familiar, the lyric that I found online and what they sang was slightly different. Perhaps they sing the newer version of the lyrics or mistakes? Even each Sheytoons songs they sing one in both parts differ from the ones I found online.

Another sample from my favorite:

Source and Credits Part 1 | Part 2 (Ramin's upload) Album cover Photos

Vocal & Guitar: Ramin Karimloo, Hadley Fraser Piano: Ryohei Mori

[talesofourworlds]

"...I'm getting the sense that maybe I should offer Natalia some cooking pointers. But why?"

[flymetothexmoon]

Earrings + Designer Coats

Warnings: Self-Induced Anxiety. Mentions of Depression, Self-Loathing, and Regret. Stolen Kisses and Fluff at end.

Pairing: Established Relationship with Kwon Ji-yong xF!Reader

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Kwon Ji-yong was always the type of man who lived for people's eyes to be on him.

There was even a time when Ji-yong was much younger than he is now, in grade six to be exact. Grade six was a very special year to the man's heart for a few different reasons. Reason number one was that was the year he first met his former best friend and bandmate, Choi Seunghyun; reason number two being that in a class of only a certain amount of people, he won best dressed with a vote that exceeded the amount of people in his class.

Of course the praise never stopped there and he made name for himself in the music industry, but more importantly to him, the fashion industry as big names like Chanel would sponsor him to promote their newest pieces and Ji-yong was more than delighted to oblige.

The fashion world was incredibly cut throat and somehow even worse on the man's mental health. He loved the attention, but the attention did not always love him, and people were starting to say things they would not dare say while he poured his heart out in his music. People were starting to comment that the rings he wore were too big, the scarfs he wore were too flashy, the earrings he wore were too girly, and that the coats he styled were simply too much.

Ji-yong would never admit it, but the comments were sometimes too loud in his head, and he'd more often than not find himself alone in his home, knees curled up to his chest as he would rock back and fourth, his body trembling. He'd seen all the comments about his sudden style changes, but he'd also seen the comments about people commenting about his nervous ticks and his not so subtle ways of not-so-publicly apologizing to the man he hurt the most, confusing those around him, and more importantly confusing himself.

Then there was you...

You had came into Ji-yong's life almost a year ago to the day and he still had not let you seen the darker parts of him on the nights he felt like he was losing it all.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Ji-yong's knees were covering his eyes as his small frame was rocking and back fourth on his bathroom floor. His cheeks were stained with the tears he cried as his phone was nowhere to be seen, probably from when he threw it far away from him so he would not have to read the articles anymore.

G-Dragon sings T.O.P's verse in last BigBang song featuring Squid Game actor. GTop reuniting?

G-Dragon wearing 6.4 million dollar ring for Power music video. What do fans think about this expensive purchase? Excessive, or fashion?

G-Dragon and his ticks. Former BigBang singer is seen stuttering, making weird faces during most recent interview on new variety show Good Day. Is he okay?

Tonight, the white haired man was suppose to be celebrating, and more importantly to him, he was suppose to be celebrating with you, the woman he loved.

Love was a very difficult thing for Ji-yong to comprehend, and for a really long time, he did not think he would ever be able to love again after the very public scandal that took Seunghyun from him– that took away the one person he thought he would love forever, miscommunications on both parties that would eventually come to an equal decision to permanently part ways for the next decade.

Ji-yong let out a small cry because of the thoughts getting too loud in his head, desperately hoping you would hear and come to his aid. When the shorter man finally heard footsteps coming toward the bathroom door, he slowly felt his body relax the tiniest bit when out of the corner of his eye he saw you opening and closing the door, coming toward him as you bent down face to face level with him.

Your eyes screamed concerned as the softer part of your coat brushed against the man's cheeks, feeling the dampness from where the tiniest specks of water leaked from his eyes. It was not like Ji-yong to have a panic attack this bad, but you knew him better to know how much he must have built it up inside of his head, inside of him before the tears actually left his body.

"Oh, Ji-yong..." the way your voice trembled, matching what the older man was already feeling, you continued to carass his face in any way you could, desperately trying to make the dampness go away; no matter how hard you tried, Ji-yong tried twice as to stop the tears forming in his eyes as he watched you baby him. He was suppose to the strong one in the relationship– he was suppose to be the one who picking up all the broken pieces of your life, not the other way around, and that destroyed him.

A lot.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but more like a silence where neither of you knew what to say. The built up anxiety inside Ji-yong's head, and the built up of level of concern in yours.

"Everyone thinks I am a fraud. People are saying that I only care about flaunting dollar signs. People are saying that I am fidgeting too much and that I look like a woman... they think I am using Seunghyun's recent success for my own. M—my... brother."

Five years.

It been five years since Ji-yong has even said a word to the person who once meant everything to him, the two of them making open wounded promises to see each other soon, only for them being unable to sew the wounds neatly together with a little bow.

All you could do was listen.

Your arm extended outward again as the sleeve on your coat was probably damp by now with the man's tears, leaning your back against the nearest bathroom wall as you really listened to him, all of his anxieties and fears being presented to you on a platter as he finally sniffled one last time, his own sleeve dabbing his nose while he looked at you, the faintest smile would spread across his lips in the process.

"You do not think I look like an old lady do you?"

You returned the small smile, leaning forward so your lips were inches from his mouth, the glistening of your diamond earrings playfully dangling in the corner of his eye.

"Of course not, Ji. I do not kiss old ladies..." The gap between your mouths closed, and you could feel his body slowly decompress as it felt like he was melting to your touch, his arms pulling you closer as if your touch– your lips were all he would ever need. "I'd hope not. I better be the only one you are kissing,"

The two of you got back to your feet, Ji-yong extending his hand out for you in the process as his hand patted down the coat you were wearing to rid of any dust that might have collected on you from the floor. His hands stopped for a moment, gently holding a piece of the fabric in between two of his fingers, his eyebrows wiggling slightly at the familiar fabric.

"Are you wearing my coat?"

Before you could speak, Ji-yong's voice echoed through your ears once again, his hands down gracing against you jaw carefully, moving your head to the side as he admired the diamond earrings he briefly saw earlier.

A wider smile spread across the man's lips, his cheeks burning the slightest hue of red as he turned your jaw back to him, looking at you carefully.

"For a second I thought you had on my earrings, too."

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Authors Note: originally wanted this to be a lot longer but it was my first time writing for the King himself so I did not want to mess up too much. hope you enjoyed !

[love-belle]

i wake up and it's october, the loss is yours !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which the songs she wrote haunt him while he's trying to move on.

or

for when you thought that it'd be forever. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - im so SORRY!!!!!! i genuinely have no inspiration to write atm but i still wrote this bc i felt so guilty :// i hope u like this, i love you thank u sm for sticking around <3

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yourusername my ep "i'll smile and you'll have to face it" is finally hereeee!!!!!!! i wrote one half of it on the floor of my closet and the other half in my gf's (carmenmmundt) bedroom so this obviously holds a lot of meaning to me :) i hope all of u are able to heal a part of yourself while listening to this just like how i was able to heal myself while writing and recording this <3 i love u and im so proud of u in case no one told u this today, thank u so much for supporting me, i'll forever be in love with u all

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lewishamilton better than i was two weeks ago

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[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Tour Clips

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Singer!Reader

Summary: Jack and his girlfriend are on tour and Wyatt is documenting all their backstage moments on tour. Fans even help him out by capturing a secret moment between them after a show.

The tour was in full swing, and as expected, Jack and [Y/N] were a constant source of entertainment—both on stage and off. Wyatt, being the content mastermind he was, put together a behind-the-scenes montage for the tour vlog, giving fans an inside look at their dynamic.

Backstage Footage: Jack hyping her up before she went on stage. “Go out there and do that ethereal, angelic, heartbreak-inducing magic you do.”

Hotel Room Chaos: Jack stealing her microphone during rehearsal and dramatically lip-syncing one of her ballads, complete with fake tears.

Soundcheck Playfulness: Him walking past her soundcheck, pausing dramatically as she hit a high note, then turning to the camera like he was in awe. “You see this? I gotta go on stage after this. How is that fair?”

Side Stage Moments: Jack watching her perform from the wings, nodding along with a proud smirk.

Goofy Tour Bus Moments: A clip of them singing (badly) to one of her songs at 2 AM, both in sweatpants, laughing too hard to finish a verse.

Fan Interactions: Jack taking a fan’s phone, seeing the lock screen was a picture of his girlfriend, and fake-pouting. “Damn, I lost to my own girl? That’s crazy.”

The montage was already packed with golden moments, but then a certain fan-recorded clip sent social media into a frenzy.

It happened after a show, when most of the crowd had left, but a few dedicated fans lingered, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jack or [Y/N].

One fan had their phone rolling when they spotted them at the edge of the stage—just the two of them, barely visible in the dim lighting.

Jack was standing in front of her, hands on her waist, his forehead resting against hers. Their voices were low, lost in the distance, but from the way his thumb stroked over her hip and how she tilted her head up toward him, it was clear it was an intimate moment.

For a few seconds, the world around them didn’t exist. No cameras, no fans, no crew—just them.

Then Jack kissed her, soft and slow, before pulling back with a grin, saying something that made her laugh.

The fan who caught the moment kept quiet, not wanting to intrude—but later, they posted the clip with the caption:

“They really think we don’t see them having their own little world.”

The video went viral overnight.

“THIS IS STRAIGHT OUT OF A ROMANCE MOVIE.”

“Jack Harlow is officially the blueprint for men.”

“They are so unaware of how in love they look, I’m sick.”

“The way they just EXIST in their own little bubble???”

Jack, of course, saw the video. His response?

A tweet that read: "I thought we were being sneaky 😭."

[Y/N] quote-tweeted him with, "Clearly, we're amateurs at this."

And Wyatt? He reposted the fan video with, “Y’all think this is cute? Try filming this in real time every day. My life is a rom-com.”

[talesofourworlds]

She fully expected that the conversation would continue to revolve around Anise's frustrations with everything that had been happening. After all, for the youngest of their party it probably was frustrating beyond measure. They had to deal with losing people that were close to them, and the stress of the mission to stop the core's vibrations, and all of that on top of learning that Ion and Sync were both replicas and... everything else. She'd thought Anise would want to talk more about her feelings about the latter thing in particular. Or had she and Ion already talked? Replica or not, he was their friend. So it made sense she'd accept him just the same as the rest of them accepted him. Still, Tear had thought Anise would want to keep talking about all of that. Not...

Not her.

She tensed for just a moment as Anise spoke, but made herself relax again. Honestly speaking? Tear wasn't that used to people actively worrying about her. That was a byproduct of her own tendencies, of course. Shoving her problems, her own issues, as far down as they would go for the sake of not being a poor soldier was her bread and butter. The less she showed, the better. So now that it was actively known that there was something wrong... that she was at risk of dying? And that her friends did care, but still needed her help for saving the world? It was a lot.

Tear took a breath again. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate Anise's words. In a way, she did. She just hadn't expected them. She found herself a bit at a loss of what to even say.

Eventually, though, she found the words.

"They aren't trivialities," Tear insisted after a moment. "You have every right to feel what you're feeling, Anise." So did she, but Tear shoved that thought down too. She had to be the strong soldier that everyone had come to know. Not the sixteen year old that was dealing with a very serious condition and had to carry on like she wasn't. All while taking medicine that was keeping the pain at bay.

Speaking of, Anise's request to know, just between the two Oracle knights, almost got to Tear. She'd already tried and failed not to cry in front of Luke, who had turned around so he wouldn't see. Now she felt like she wanted to again, but managed to compose herself.

"The medicine's doing what it's supposed to. So I'm not in any pain right now," Tear answered. It kept most of the symptoms at bay. Now and then, though, she could feel the urge to cough. That much, though, she imagined was the result of them currently being in the Qliphoth. Even while in the Albiore, Tear supposed that she was just a little more sensitive to the miasma because of her condition.

"The condition itself isn't ideal." That was an understatement. Tear sighed.

"Without the medicine, it's... painful. To say the least. But I'm fine now. Please don't worry about me, Anise," she said. How could the others not worry, though? Tear knew what Doctor Shu had said. The contaminated fonons she'd been absorbing through the passage rings were weakening her internal organs. That was where the pain was coming from, and why it had felt like breathing was a bit of a struggle at times. Or even why she'd felt so weak after they'd dealt with some of the passage rings before.

But she didn't want the others to worry about her. if she admitted anything more about how she felt, Tear was sure she wouldn't be able to keep up her resolve. Still... it was hard to deny, it was scary. Knowing she very likely wouldn't survive this.

But if the world was saved, wouldn't that be enough?

"I know..."

Still, that didn't stop Anise from pouting. Of course things were going to keep getting more difficult, and she had no illusions otherwise - least of all not as long as she was unwillingly on two different sides in all this - but knowing that and being happy about that were two very different things. She propped her head up on one fist, staring grouchily off past Tear to where the sky was streaming past the Albiore's cockpit.

It wasn't even just her; by this point, Anise was sure they all had to be feeling the toll of their rushing here, there and everywhere. She'd have to be blind to miss that Ion was, even though he tried to insist otherwise. The Colonel, of course, was unreadable as ever, but everyone else was showing their own signs of weariness too, if she was any judge. Even Tear herself...

Oh.

Right.

Of course.

Anise winced at herself. She was so used to Tear being the fellow strong Oracle Knight that it had quite missed her, at least in that moment, that this all was taking a greater toll on her than any of them.

"I guess you think it's pretty dumb for me to be complaining at all, huh? You're soldiering on through miasma sickness and fighting your own brother and everything, while I go on about a bunch of trivialities..."

Not that Ion's health was a triviality, of course; nor were people's deaths. But still. Anise tended to give about equal weight to all her frustrations, big or small... but she couldn't exactly blame Tear if that kind of approach was grating right now: after all, Tear's health was equally not a triviality.

"Just between us Oracle Knights, Tear, how bad is it really?" she wouldn't tell the others, if Tear really didn't want her to; she understood not wanting people to worry. But surely the two of them, at least, were roughly on the same page?

[neeeooon]

hihihiih !! ur so coolio and i was wondering if u could write how bllk chars would act at karaoke or smth !! like if they'd be the loudest, what type of singer they are.. ect

chars i humbly request are gonna be: bachira, barou, otoya, kunigami, chigiri and karasu (his voice fetish must be doing crazy work in this one ngl) or anyother chracter you got in mind !! thanks in advance ≧▽≦

omg yes i cannot wait to see the karaoke scene animated in s3!! thank you for the request 🩵

how they act at karaoke ;

bachira meguru

-> bachira doesn’t know any of the words. he’s just there to have a good time. AD LIB KING™️

-> hopping around in the background, cheering and making his little noises into his mic, while everyone else pours their blood, sweat, and tears into their verses

barou shouei

-> barou has one of those voices that works amazing opera or heavy metal. nothing else

-> the singer everyone is scared to sing against because he always gets the highest score?? no matter how well the other opponent did, barou always wins. it’s almost scary

otoya eita

-> oh he’s good and he knows it. loves taking girls to karaoke bars to show his vocal range off and kills it every single time

-> will only pick duet songs then feign innocence like “oh, this is a duet?? well, it’s too late to change it… who wants to be the juliet to my romeo~?”

kunigami rensuke

-> not that he’s a BAD singer, he just sings like he’s speaking. because he is

-> kunigami seems like the type to have to read the words directly off of the screen. he stands directly in front of it, just reading the words with music playing in the background

chigiri hyoma

-> go to song is darling by keina suda. sings it so much that any time someone says the word “darling” they’re immediately reminded of chigiri

-> has a surprisingly loud voice?? not exactly loud, but powerful. probably gets the high score every time lol

karasu tabito

-> doesn’t usually sing, but loves acting as the “judge” when they have team karaoke events

-> when he does sing, though, karasu’s voice is deep and smooth and rivals otoya in terms of voices most appealing to women

[hemmingsleclerc]

One last time┃charles leclerc

summary: What do singers usually do when they are in a complicated love situation? They write songs, but what happens when you write a love song for your best friend who turns out to be Charles?

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Y/N was backstage, her heart beating hard and irregularly. The crowd outside screamed with excitement, eager to see her. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out of her hair as she tried to calm down by taking deep breaths.

Y/N and Charles had been best friends since they were children. Growing up together in Monaco, they shared dreams, secrets and countless memories. While Y/N once dreamed of becoming a great singer, Charles dreamed of being a Formula 1 driver and they both achieved it, becoming successful people in their respective careers. Despite their busy lives, they always made time for each other no matter what.

Charles had been Y/N's rock during her great and fast rise to fame. He was the one who kept her feets on the ground, reminded her of who she was before the fame, the cameras, and the anxiety. Y/N, in turn, was his person, cheering for him in every victory and comforting him in difficult moments. Fans adored their friendship and often believed there was something more between them. But for Y/N it was a bittersweet reality. She loved Charles deeply, but he only saw her as her best friend or at least that's what she thought.

Recently, Charles was rumored to be dating a new girl, Alex. Y/N was happy for him, really, but every photo of them together felt like a dagger in her heart and a deep part of her was jealous of that girl, ¿What did Alex had that she didn't? Charles used to speak wonderfully about Alex in interviews when he was asked about her, but it was the way he talked about Y/N that made fans believe she was his true and only love. His words were filled with warmth and affection that left the fans wondering if Charles himself realized what he truly felt.

Y/N sighed, putting those thoughts aside. Tonight wasn't about her heartache. It was about her music and her fans. She took a deep breath and took the stage, being greeted with a sea of ​​applause and shouts. She smiled, waved and began her set. The night was intense but she enjoyed every second of it.

As the concert neared its end, Y/N took a moment to speak to the crowd. “The next song is very special to me and it's brand new,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. "It's called 'One Last Time.'" Fans screamed out of excitement, not knowing the meaning of the song and the inspiration behind it.

The music began to play and Y/N closed her eyes, gathering the courage to sing the song without her voice breaking.

''I was a liar, I gave into the fire, I know I shoulda fought it, At least I’m being honest''

The fans quickly took out their phones and turned on their flashlights, making the atmosphere more nostalgic.

''So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home, One more time I promise after that I’ll let you go, Baby I don’t care if you got her in your heart, All I really care is you wake up in my arms, One last time I need to be the one who takes you home''

That night she sang about unrequited love, about wanting one last moment with someone who didn't see her the way she saw him,no matter how much she longed for it.

''And I know, and I know, and I know she gives you everything but boy, I couldn’t give it to ya. And I know, and I know, and I know that you got everything but I got nothing here without you, baby''

When she reached the last verse, tears flowed from her eyes and her voice broke without being able to contain it.

When the song ended, Y/N stood there, tears streaming down her face trying to wipe them away. The silence was deafening and then erupted into a wave of applause mixed with screams from the crowd.

''Thank you LA, I love you, see you next time!'' and with that she left the stage

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Backstage, Y/N wiped away her tears completely, trying to compose herself. She knew the Internet would be full of speculation. While she was on Twitter that same night after making her Instagram post, she saw fans discussing her set. #OneLastTime and #Y/NCRIED trended, with thousands of tweets expressing concern and love for her. Many fans speculated about the meaning of the song and some even guessed the truth: that it was about Charles.

A tweet caught her attention. It was a video clip of her singing her last lines, with tears streaming down her face, with the caption: “Her heart is broken and we all know why. Charles, my boy, pls open your eyes.”

Y/N's breathing hitched as she read the answers. Fans overwhelmingly supported her and expressed their belief that Charles was the one for her. As she put her phone down, a message notification appeared. It was from charles.

''y/n we need to talk. I saw your concert. Call me when you can pls. – C.”

THE DRAMA!!!🫠

[jyoongim]

Hiii

Alastor X human!reader where she is desperate to make a deal for fame and glory.

She tries to summon a demon, accidentally conjuring Alastor. Beside her feisty facade she’s quite innocent and naive. He’s intrigued by her and toys with her, like a prey,tricking her into him, she signs the deal. He’ll come back after 1yr to collect his pretty little prize…her body and soul. 🌶️🔥

Title: A Price to Pay

part 2

You frowned at the check your boss had handed you.

Too little. You looked at your boss, a nervous smile on your lips as a laugh bubbled out of your throat ”haha this is half of what i should be getting. That’s funny, where's the rest? Am i getting that in cash or some?” Your boss laughed “HA! No thats what you’re getting for the week‘

Your eyes damn near popped out of your head.

 For the week?

This was your pay for the entire week?

Oh hell no!

You poked a finger into the mans chest “What?! The whole week? I’ve been singing my ass off in this shit hole for two weeks! Where are my commissions?” You were angry! 

He gave a low laugh as he pulled out a cigar ”You think just because you’re my best in this joint that I wasn’t gonna get the Final Cut? You better take it before i hand your ass nothing”

You sniffled as you wiped at your runny nose.

The yellow paper with EVICTION stared at you as you felt another wave of tear hit you.

Why? 

Why couldn’t you just make enough to stay afloat?

Why did you have to suffer?

Why didn’t fate grant you mercy?

You had been busting your ass for months trying to make enough money to just pay the damn pills.

You were the best singer on your side of town and that shit hole needed a singer almost every night and when big shots went there. The money wasn’t terrible, it beat standing out on the pier at night, waiting to be taken to gods know where.

You laughed dryly, you would gladly get pimped out if it meant that you could still afford food to eat.

Why was life so cruel?

You had worked so hard and it felt like it was all for nothing.

You could hear your momma in your head

”You wanna dream big? Then never let life beat you down. Take it by the balls and make your dream a reality”

The next thing you know, you found yourself pulling out your mother’s old grimoire and drawing symbols on your bedroom floor.

what the hell were you doing?

You used to scoff at your mother when she did spells. 

Because magic wasn’t real…right?

But it felt like you had no other option as you threw some herbs into the small fire pot.

Momma used to tell you about all types of things that were possible with a little magic. That you always had friends on the other side who could help if you knew what you doing.

And you indeed had no fucking clue.

But you were tired, angry, and desperate and wanted to do something about it.

This was your life!

You felt your body tingle as you chanted the incantation.

The room turned cold and the fire from the candles blew out. The building started to shake as you spoke the last verse and suddenly you were thrown back from an explosion in the middle of your pentagram.

You watched in terror as the floor glowed red and rising from the smoke was a very large demon.

You panicked as it began to stand, gulping at its full height.

Oh what did you just do?

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Alastor blinked as he stood. Fanning the smoke away from his face, he grimaced once he saw the pentagram, candles, and herbs. Who dared? His ears perked at the sound of heavy breathing. He turned his head and red eyes caught sight of a mortal woman standing against the wall, eyes wide.

He took a step towards her, head tilting as she cowered away. He huffed as he got to the edge of the protection boundary. He gave her a smile, sharp teeth glistening with narrowed eyes 

“Hello my dear”

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You took in the tall demon that stood in your bedroom.

He was dressed like one of those fancy gents.

Red and black tailored suit with a cane.

You watched as he curled his lip when he saw your protection boundary. You felt your body freeze as his eyes met yours.

Red.

Glowing red. 

He was rather handsome looking for a demon. 

He reminded you of-

“Deer” you squeaked, causing Alastor to tilt his head, ears flicking.

oh come on! You can’t be scared of something that you’re in control of!

”Hello my dear” you heard him say. He stood on the cusp of the salt boundary giving you his full attention.

That smile of his was very uncanny.

You shivered.

You found your nerves and puffed your chest out

”Hello demon-sir”

”Alastor” you blinked at him “w-what?”

He never lost that smile “The names Alastor. Pleasure to meet you” you were at a lost for words.  Alastor took your silence to look around, your spellbook caught in his attention before he took you in.

You cleared your throat “I summoned-” “conjured” “You to um make a deal?” You said uncertain

Alastor smirked “oh reallly? And what makes you think Ill make a deal with a human like you?”

You frowned ”You don’t have a choice! I summoned YOU here you have to do what I ask!’

He laughed darkly “Oh my dear that isn’t how things work” he looked back at the salt ”lets chat”

You didn’t trust him, but he seemed friendly girl don’t do it

you inched close and with a sweep of your foot, dusted a bit of the salt to let him through.

Alastor stepped through and now you were being towered over.

Alastor took you in.

what a small thing you were. He was sure you had no idea what you were doing or dealing with.

But if it was deal you wanted, he will grant that.

”What do you want?”

You wrung your hands nervously as you spilled your sad excuse of a life and your far fetched dream.

You felt a surge of determination as you finished your little rant “That’s why I need a deal! I deserve to rise to the top! I’ve worked my ass off for years and nothing! Why-Why should I settle for this? My life deserved to be full of glamor and money! I deserve that right? Right! S-s-so what do you say”

Oh what an innocent thing you were.

Such a fire that had nowhere to burn.

Perfect 

Alastor feigned mulling it over, your face dropping as he walked away from you.

”A deal works both ways my dear”he started as he turned back to you “What will you give me in return?” His smile stretched across his face as his calm facade faded.

You gulped but you were not gonna back out “Ill give you anything j-just please I don’t care what I have to do!”

He was in front of you in a flash, making you take a step back nervously 

“Anything?” A clawed hand squished your cheeks hard as he leaned his face to yours

”prove it” he purred

You blinked.  How the hell were you suppose to do that?

Nothing in this world is free. Your momma taught you that and your warning bells were screaming.

His thumbs was running over your lips and you opened your mouth to suck it.

You could die right now. Was this worth it? To give up your dignity to a demon?

Alastor growled and in a swift motion, you were on your bedroom floor, heart thumping in your ears as you looked up at the demon on top of you.

Alastor’s free hand swiped down your body, tearing your clothes to shreds, leaving you naked.

You felt a soft heat curl in your stomach.

Alastor laughed darkly as he took in your naked form. His hand dipped down and thumbed at the small bundle of nerves, causing you to jolt.

Oh he was going to have fun with you

”One year.” He said as he dipped a finger into your tight heat.

You gasped around his finger.

”You’ll get your fame. You’ll have riches and power beyond your imagination. A top star. It’ll all be yours. But in one year you are mine. Your soul and body. Do we have a deal?” He was slowly fingering you, relishing in the softness your cunt offered as it squeezed around him.

Your body and soul in exchange for glory.

Did you still want this?

”yes” you whimpered

A green glow emitted around the two of you. Alastor eyes glowed and his antlers grew as he plucked his thumb from your mouth and slammed his lips onto yours as he rubbed your clit as he slammed his fingers into you.

”mmmhmm hmmm!’ You cried into his mouth as your orgasm hit you.

Your cunt clenched around him, creamy slick drowning his hand.

Your body buzzed as he retracted his fingers, watching in bliss as he licked your cum off his fingers.

”Oooh such a sweet cunt” He Purred at you as he scooped you up into his arms to lay you on your bed.

”Ill always keep close watch my dear, so don’t think you can back out of this” he said, you blinked sleepily as you felt the coldness of a necklace clasped around your neck.

“One year my dear”

Your world faded to black.

pt 2 coming soon..hehehe

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[mysunshinetemptress]

In The Moonlight

Leah Williamson x singer!reader warnings: None except shitty writing, fluff

A grin stretched across your face, wide enough to rival the jet lag currently waging war in your head. Two world tours back to back had been a whirlwind, exhilarating and exhausting in equal measure, Social media detox was the doctor's orders, a chance to reconnect with the real world however it was about to get a small pause with the absurdity of the TikTok trend.

Here you were, the hottest pop star on the planet, about to participate in a goofy social media challenge inspired by a goofy song from a sitcom.

You had stumbled upon a hilarious trend, people were reenacting the iconic scene from Modern Family where Dylan serenades Haley with his...interestingly phrased song, "In the Moonlight (Do Me)," and passing it off as their own in front of their family and friends. Laughter bubbled up in your chest as you watched one particularly enthusiastic boy singing the suggestive lyrics much to his parent's disgust and surprise.

"Right," you declared, voice thick with amusement, as you spoke into the phone"I'm breaking my social media blackout for this because I can't help but take part in this trend."

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you grabbed your phone heading to the living room where Leah and a few of your family and friends have gathered for the barbecue. "hey guys can I have your attention for a quick second, please..I know I'm supposed to be on a break but, I can't get this new song out of my head and I need your opinion on it, I actually think it might work for a single."

A collective groan went up from the assembled group. They knew your "work" mode well, and it usually involved long nights in the studio, not impromptu living room performances. But Leah, ever the supportive girlfriend, flashed a smile.

"Alright, Elvis," she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Hit us with this 'new song.'"

Taking a dramatic breath, you check the tuning of your guitar, "It's eh, well you all know who it's about, the same person as all my other songs..it's called In the Moonlight"

The first strum of your guitar sent a hush over the room. They expected the usual pop magic, the infectious energy that had propelled you to superstardom. Instead, your voice crooned out the opening lines of Dylan's "song" with a hilariously exaggerated earnestness.

"The stars are falling from the sky, and you're the reason why. The moon is shining on your face, and I think it's found its place."

Laughter erupted as you finished the first verse, shattering the stunned silence. Your face turned crimson, but you held your pose, trying to maintain a serious expression as you began the chorus.

"Cause maybe, baby, I just want to do you, do you, do you want to do me, do me, underneath the moonlight, moonlight."

Your friends began to laugh silently as Leah's parents and your parents looked on horrified.

"And now we're hiding in my car, I let you see my scars, escape the dark for just one night, your heart makes me explode with light."

Leah snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. Your family exchanged bewildered glances.

"Baby, maybe, Maybe I will steal you, steal you just so I can feel you, feel you, maybe that will heal you, heal you on the inside."

The last note of your "song" died down, replaced by the deafening sound of crickets...or at least, it felt that way. Your family and friends stared at you, mouths agape, the only sound a choked cough from Leah's dad.

The tension broke as Leah doubled over, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my god," she gasped between laughs, "that was amazing! You had them fooled for a good minute there!"

Slowly, the rest of the room caught on. Laughter erupted, first in hesitant chuckles, then in full-blown roars. Even Leah's parents faces still flushed with surprise, couldn't help but crack a smile.

Your parents, still trying to process the experience, shot you a look that mingled amusement with a hint of disapproval. "Honey," your mom began cautiously, "that wasn't exactly...subtle, was it?"

You grinned sheepishly. "Maybe not," you admitted. "But you gotta admit, the reactions were priceless!"

Leah walked over, shaking her head and trying to hide a smile. "You're a menace," she said, giving you a playful shove.

You posted the video a short while later breaking the internet once again. The next morning, your phone was buzzing with notifications. Fans everywhere were recreating your video. You were trending again only this time not because of your tour.

Leah smiled hugging you from behind the next morning "You know I love you and all the wonderful songs you write about me, us, our relationship, but please promise me you will never write anything like that."

Leah smiled hugging you from behind the next morning "You know I love you and all the wonderful songs you write about me, us, and our relationship, but please promise me you will never write anything like that." You laughed turning in her arms "I love you too much to write a song just about your body and my wants for it, no I'll write about you, your soul and sometimes when I feel extra fruity then I'll write about your body and my wants for it no my needs for it."

Leah pulled you in closer kissing you softly "And I'll be your number one listener."

[talesofourworlds]

"The whole day's almost gone by, and Jade hasn't said it. What's his game? What is he doing??"

"Maybe I was wrong to think he'd strike when we least suspected."

"You realize who you're talking about, right? The Necromancer wouldn't just let this go."

"We're seriously still talking about this? It's a bit the Colonel did twice. Maybe he got tired of it."

"I don't think that's really his style, Tear."

"Dammit, Guy, why did you have to say something earlier?? I've been paranoid that he'll pop up at any moment!"

"I'm not sorry for pointing out how Jade is."

"You could've at least let me think I had a small victory!"

"Both of you, shut up! This is stupid!"

"I actually agree with Sync. This is foolishness."

The four devolve into arguing. The camera pans to Jade and Ion.

"Well. It seems they're having fun."

"You were just avoiding saying anything so they'd get riled up. Weren't you, Jade."

"Indeed. What a delightful Lorelei's Fonon Frequency Day it has been as a result."

[thethronezone]

Returning to the idea of Konrad falling in love with a singer on Nostromo and... yeah, I am feeling all sorts of ways.

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He had never understood the appeal of music before. The man who would one day be known as Konrad Curze had heard it all through out his life. Tunes playing on the radio, mothers singing to their children, people humming under their breaths as they worked.

None of it appealed to him. It was just noise. Instruments competing to be heard and people stringing words and verses together that were supposed to illicit some sort of appreciation but to him just sounded like nonsense.

Yet people just could not seem to get enough of it. Like a drug, they would even pay to experience it, to hear those sounds that they swore up and down made them feel... something. Happy? Some people would dance to the music, rapid beats that made Konrad think of the pitter patter of a heart about to stop out of fear. But some music was sad. At least that's the impression he got from it because sometimes a piece would come on and people would get this look on their faces that bordered on melancholy. They would stare into open air, into nothingness, and when the song was over, they would sigh like they had just experienced something tragic.

It was ridiculous. The spoken word, Konrad understood. How it could touch you, inspire or tear down. But music? Music was just- it was just nothing.

His angel changed that.

At a much later date, after Konrad had met the Emperor and left Nostromo, he would liken it to feeling the warmth of sunlight for the first time.

On that dingy stage in that small bar, illuminated by a single spotlight, they taught him the meaning of beauty. The patrons had barely paid them any mind, too distracted by the cheap booze and their own misery but Konrad? Konrad had been entranced, unable to tear his eyes away from them. The image of his angel on that stage, the sound of their voice, it all seared into his mind like someone had taken a branding iron and pressed it against the soft grey matter of his brain.

He understood it then. Why the old man laughed as a song from his childhood came on the radio. Why the young couple laughed and danced in their small home. Why the mother sang her child to sleep every night.

Something deep inside of him, nestled in his chest next to his two hearts, tugged.

Konrad had stayed on that rooftop that entire night, peering in through the half-open window and listened to his angel as they sang. And when their performance was over, he trailed behind them. Sticking to the shadows, he made sure that they made it home safe. And even then, when they laid in their bed, safely at home behind a locked door, Konrad stood there for a long, long time. The image and sound of them playing on loop inside his head.

And he knew, right then and there, that for the rest of his life he would be haunted by them.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

hiiiiii i'm a big phantom of the opera fan. Could i please please please request a fic where the reader works in the opera house and she has a panic attack but the phantom sees her and sings to calm her down <33333

Song in the Dark

erik destler (the phantom) x gn reader!

The reader, working in the opera house, has a panic attack and hides in a dark corner. The Phantom finds her, sees her distress, and sings a calming song.

warnings- not a realistic panic attack, anxiety

word count: 889 words

divder by kodaswrld

The grandiose halls of the Paris Opera House echoed with the sound of rehearsals. Dancers glided across the stage, singers belted high notes, and behind the scenes, the workers were bustling—adjusting props, fixing costumes, and preparing for the upcoming performance. You, one of the backstage hands, found yourself moving at a rapid pace, trying to keep up with the demands of the day.

But something was different today. There was a tension in your chest that hadn’t been there before. The pressure of work, the fast pace, the noise—it all began to blur together, and suddenly, your world felt as if it was spinning out of control.

You stumbled into a shadowy corner near the labyrinthine hallways beneath the opera house, clutching your chest. Your breaths became shallow, your heart raced, and your mind was swirling with thoughts you couldn’t quiet. You had read about panic attacks before, but nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming feeling of dread. Your hands trembled as you slid to the ground, tears welling in your eyes.

Suddenly, amidst the darkness and chaos in your mind, a voice emerged from the shadows. Soft, soothing, and hauntingly beautiful, it called out to you.

"Do not be afraid, little one. You are safe here."

The voice wrapped around you like a gentle embrace. Though your heart still raced, you couldn’t help but focus on the sound. A figure stepped into the dim light, cloaked in shadows, yet unmistakable—the Phantom. His white mask gleamed against the darkened walls, and his presence, though intimidating, was oddly comforting in that moment.

He crouched beside you, his voice low and melodic. "You must breathe. Listen to me."

You tried to take a deep breath, but the tightness in your chest remained. Your vision blurred with tears, and you found yourself sinking further into the panic. Sensing your struggle, the Phantom leaned closer, and without a word, he began to sing.

His voice, rich and deep, flowed through the narrow space. The melody was unfamiliar, but it was calm and gentle, like a lullaby meant to soothe a frightened child. The notes filled the air, wrapping around you, coaxing you to focus on the sound rather than the chaos inside your mind.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered between verses.

You obeyed, closing your eyes and listening to his song. The tension in your chest slowly began to ease, as if the weight of your panic was being lifted by the very sound of his voice. You could hear every note, every gentle rise and fall in the melody, and it felt like the world around you had stopped spinning.

The Phantom continued to sing, his voice a balm to your frayed nerves. He wasn’t just singing to calm you down—he was singing for you, as if each note was crafted with you in mind. His presence, once feared by so many in the opera house, felt like a lifeline in your moment of vulnerability.

Gradually, your breathing steadied. The tightness in your chest loosened, and the tears that had spilled over your cheeks began to dry. The panic that had gripped you so fiercely was now fading, replaced by a sense of calm, and the comfort of knowing that someone had been there for you when you needed it most.

When you finally opened your eyes, the Phantom had stopped singing. He was still close, his eyes fixed on you, though half his face remained hidden by his iconic mask. You swallowed hard, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you, though you weren’t sure what to say.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

The Phantom’s lips twitched into a faint smile, though there was something unreadable in his gaze. “There is no need to thank me. The music has always had the power to heal... to calm the soul.”

He rose to his feet with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly and extended a hand to you. Hesitant at first, you took it, allowing him to help you to your feet. Even after the panic had subsided, there was something grounding about his touch.

"You should rest," he said, his voice softer now, almost tender. "The opera will still be here when you are ready."

You nodded, still feeling the aftershocks of your anxiety, but the weight had lifted. The Phantom gave you a final, enigmatic glance before turning away, his figure melting back into the shadows from which he had emerged.

As you watched him disappear into the darkness, you couldn’t help but feel that something had changed within you. Perhaps it was the Phantom’s song, or perhaps it was the realization that, even in the deepest corners of the opera house, even in the midst of fear, you were not alone.

And somewhere, deep in the bowels of the opera house, the Phantom sang on.

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

00.2. how did you and jack meet?

➴ warnings: none!!

➴ word count: 1k

➴ author’s note: mostly sophia’s first nhl concert and how she and jackie boy met. i spent the entire morning working on that Nonsense outro and i am gonna say that im very proud of it lmfao. hope u enjoy!

—♡

THE room looked full.

On the stage, you could feel dozens, hell, hundreds of eyes on you. Shanon had warned you that at least two hundred people were expected but damn.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our most expected guest for tonight, Sophia Montenegro!” A man’s theatrical voice was heard just before the first notes of Nonsense.

You and your team worked really hard to make this happen, because April flew by, really. Coachella was a hit and you got so many jobs out of it, it was crazy. But this was what you were looking forward to the most.

You sat on top of a piano, black dress shining with the lights directed at you. You smiled, feeling anxious and excited and maybe just a little bit nauseous too. There were men, women and children sitting in round tables in front of you, but what really caught your attention was the group of men sitting on the table right in front of the stage, all of them wearing shirts with your face in it. And they were screaming the loudest too.

“‘Think I only want one number in my phone, I might change your contact to ‘don’t leave me alone’.”

Singing for you meant living. It was a necessity, a need. Every time you stepped on a stage, you felt alive, you felt fulfilled. You felt like maybe you were on this planet for a reason, and that reason presented itself whenever the words came out of your mouth during a song.

So you enjoyed yourself, and watched as the other people did the same. Everyone seemed to enjoy the acoustic version of Nonsense— which you had never sung before, by the way— and it was so funny to see grown ass men singing the lyrics like their life depended on it.

“Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in…”

“Please do the outro!” Someone shouted before the end verse and you giggled. You were already planning on doing it, but you gave the man a thumbs up either way.

“Shanon said I should keep it PG.

So, Father, I might need to be set free.

Because I really want a Devils in me.”

Loud cheers were heard and you smiled, biting your lip.

The rest of the little concert went well, and when you noticed it, you were dancing on the stage with another five players, who had two left feet and were probably a bit drunk too, but it was so much fun. One of them even asked for the mic so he could sing for a while too. You had the time of your life and you really hoped everyone else did too.

When the last song— Espresso— ended, you received a standing ovation. You felt yourself tearing up just a bit, and you closed your eyes, bowing your head.

“Thank you so much, everyone, I had so much fun tonight,” you started, voice wobbly and tired. “I didn’t know you guys were my biggest fans…”

“Nico here went to your concert!” Some guy shouted, pointing at the man— Nico, you suppose— beside him. You laughed, blowing him a kiss. The Nico guy looked like a tomato, face all red and cute, but he was wearing your merch too.

“Well, now I need to change and from what I’ve heard, we’ll have some delicious food and more amazing singers tonight, so please don’t leave!” You said, leaving the stage after another round of applause.

You found Grace in your dressing room, and you both hugged each other, yelling with excitement. “Can you believe this is our life, baby?!” Grace yelled, and you shook your head no. “I can’t either. Anyways. You have to change into a jersey and I have to take pictures of you with it.”

You looked at the jerseys hanging on the wall in front of you and smiled. “Can I have a Nico one, please?”

—♡

AFTER taking pictures with the players and their families— some of them had daughters who loved you as well—, you found yourself near the food table. You were deadass starving and you needed to get your hands on a hot dog before you passed out. Oh, and a drink as well. It was hot there.

“You got the wrong number on your back.”

You heard a playful voice behind you and you would’ve cursed, if you hadn’t had your mouth full of bread. You tried to swallow it all before you actually turned around.

What you saw was… interesting. It was probably one of the youngest guys in there, perhaps even the same age as you, and he had beautiful, blue eyes. He was wearing a white jacket and a Devils cap, so he was definitely one of the players on the team.

“Wrong number?” You asked, looking at your jersey again, the #13 plastered on your arms and back.

“Yeah. Should be wearing an eighty-six jersey instead.” He smirked.

“Let me guess. That’s your number?”

“That’s the best number. A girl like you shouldn’t be wearing anything less.”

You ignored the compliment (was it even a compliment?) and plastered a smirk on your face, too.

“I think I’m fine with Nico’s number on me. Since he’s the captain and all,” you shrugged. “He also went to my concert so that proves he is the best.”

“Sweetheart, you seriously need someone to show you what best means,” he stepped closer and suddenly your heart was racing all over again. “I happen to be the right person for it.”

“Right person?” You chuckled. “Got your hopes way too high, don’t you, lover boy?”

He shrugged, the confident smirk never leaving his face.

“Just an offer. You did say you wanted a Devils inside you.”

You audibly scoffed. This handsome ass man, with the tiniest bit of an accent and a huge lot of an attitude had some balls.

But then again. Last time you had sex with someone was a year ago, with your ridiculous ex-boyfriend, Harris. You were feeling pretty needy, but with all the work and energy you had to put into your performances, you just didn’t find the time to deal with other dipshits.

At least this one looks like he knows here your clit is.

You stepped closer, noticing how you tilted your head up so you could look into his eyes.

“Is the offer still up?”

He smiled, cocking his head to the side.

“For you, doll? It will always be.”

[desperate-gay]

Hey could you maybe write something about a Love story proposal??? You could write it for Leah,Steph or Frida Maanum. Reader and player are at the eras tour and reader gets a proposal

I really need a story like that cause love story proposals are all over my Tik tok

Baby Just Say Yes

Steph Catley x fem!reader

summary: 7 is going to be your lucky number til death does you part

“Stephy hurry we’re gonna be late!” You yell out to the Australian while adjusting the sash that hangs its way over your body.

You and Steph decided to dress as Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince, her wearing a crown and a button-up with little broken hearts drawn on her skin as you wear a tiara and a dress with the iconic sash around you.

Steph surprised you with eras tickets on your anniversary knowing just how much you love Taylor Swift. You were ecstatic and still are now, pinching yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming. You’ve won many trophies but seeing your favorite singer and celebrity in concert is surreal, especially because of the harsh demand for her tickets.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

You turn around and see her pink button-up shirt with a white crop top under it. You reach out, grabbing both sides of her collar, and pull her in, her hands resting on your hips as you both stare at each other with loving smiles. Pulling her in by her shirt, you press your lips to her soft ones for an affectionate kiss. Neither of you wanting to pull away, the kiss lasts longer than expected, making the time fly past the both of you.

“We really need to go.” You whisper against her but she just hums and leans right back in, letting you melt right back into her. “No, no no no no. We’ve gotta go or it’s going to be even more of a pain getting in.” You finally move away so you’re not tempted to get pulled in again.

Your hand grabs hers, dragging her groaning figure out the door much to her dismay, and begin to make your way over to the car. Double checking you have everything, you go to open your door but quickly get pushed aside by the girl.

“There you go, my love.” She opens the car door chivalrously as if she didn’t just shove you completely to do it. You shake your head with laughter, accepting her hand to help you sit down.

“Ever the gentlewoman.”

—

“Have you ever thought just maybe, you belong with me!” You and Steph sing to each other, hips swaying with the beat of the song, enjoying every minute of the concert so far.

Lover has already passed so now it’s Fearless, one of your absolute favorite eras. Distracted by having such a good time, you haven’t noticed the slight change in Steph’s demeanor, her being more tense than usual.

The box sitting in her pocket makes her thoughts swirl and her hands sweat. You’re the love of her life and she’s sure of it, but what if you suddenly feel like she’s not yours? You have constantly assured her that there is no one else for you than her, but maybe you’ve changed your mind suddenly. What if you don’t want to marry her?

Multiple different outcomes run through her head but seeing you smile at her, singing Love Story, all those negative thoughts disappear.

The big verse starts to approach as she reaches into her pocket to pull out the velvet box, getting down on one knee while you’re distracted singing along and looking at the platform. You turn over to sing the verse to her but when you do, there isn’t anyone. Quickly moving your head, you see your girlfriend with a ring out and a bright grin on her face. Your hand slaps onto your mouth and you kneel down next to the Australian, tears slipping down your cheeks.

Over the loud music, Steph makes a little speech, “Fearless is your favorite era and I thought there was no better way to do this than right now. I have seen the multiple proposals you’ve saved on TikTok, so I wanted to make ours one of them. Sure there are thousands of people in this stadium with us but it feels like it’s just me and you. So what do you say, marry me, Juliet?”

You quickly nod your head and extend your hand for the girl to slip the ring on. Steph hugs you while pulling you both up to stand and sway to the music. The crowd around you cheers in celebration, some most likely recording the interaction which will soon be put across the internet, seeing that two famous footballers just got engaged at one of the most selling tours ever.

Steph steps back, digging something out of her other pocket, causing your face to scrunch up in confusion. She grabs your sash and opens a red marker, crossing out the Miss and changing it to Mrs.

“Now it makes sense.” She shrugs, putting the marker away and bringing you in for a loving kiss.

The rest of the concert is filled with you two dancing, singing, kissing, and embracing each other in the moment. A few hours ago you were excited about going to a concert and now you’re even more excited to marry the love of your life. 13 is Taylor’s lucky number, 7 is yours.

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Showstopper - Namgyu

character: Nam-Gyu X fem!reader

Summary: – Nam-Gyu and his girlfriend decide to duet at karaoke, expecting a cute and romantic moment. Instead, he gets way too into it...🦑

Song they were singing (no lyrics added in the fic) - https://open.spotify.com/track/5WDLRQ3VCdVrKw0njWe5E5?si=VZmkKF5zQBeCeWSww7mIKA

Warnings: None

Nam-Gyu adjusted his mic with the confidence of a man who had absolutely no business being this confident. His girlfriend, sitting beside him on the small, slightly sticky karaoke couch, eyed him warily. "Just a nice duet, okay?" she reminded him. "Sweet, romantic—" "Of course, of course," Nam-Gyu interrupted, nodding along like he wasn’t already scheming.

His friends, gathered around with their phones at the ready, exchanged knowing looks. They'd seen this man in action before. They had witnessed the chaos he could unleash in normal conversations—karaoke night? This was his stage. The screen lit up with the opening notes of their song, a classic love ballad. She took the first verse, her voice soft and sweet, exactly as planned. Nam-Gyu stared at her with faux admiration, his lips pressed together in a dramatic show of being moved.

Then it was his turn....

She barely got a breath in before he grabbed the mic with both hands, shut his eyes tight, and belted the lyrics like he was performing for a sold-out stadium. His voice cracked slightly from the sheer power he was forcing into it, but that only fueled his performance.

By the time the chorus hit, he was fully standing on the couch, one foot up on the table, hands reaching for the ceiling as if summoning the spirit of every rock ballad legend before him. His girlfriend tried to continue, but he was harmonizing so passionately (and off-key) that she broke down into helpless laughter instead.

His friends? Oh, they were recording everything. One of them had even switched to slow-motion mode. Another whispered, "This is better than I ever could have dreamed." The second verse turned into an interpretive dance, complete with Nam-Gyu dramatically collapsing to his knees. The karaoke staff knocked on the door, asking them to “please keep the volume at a reasonable level.” But there was no stopping him now.

By the final note, he was panting, sweaty, and looking way too pleased with himself. His girlfriend wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “That was supposed to be romantic!” she wheezed. “That was romantic,” he argued, utterly unashamed. "I gave you everything just now." His phone buzzed. The videos were already being sent to their group chat. He frowned. “Wait. What’s—oh no.”

“Memories,” one of his friends said innocently. “For the future.” "FOR BLACKMAIL," another corrected. Nam-Gyu groaned, realizing he had just cemented his legacy—not as a great singer, but as the ultimate karaoke disaster. His girlfriend patted his shoulder. "At least you committed." "Always," he said proudly, then checked his phone again.

"...Can I at least approve the angles before you post?"

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