#creating music is my passion and I pour my heart and soul into each and every track.

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Please support me 🥺

[slaybey]

act ii   COWBOY CARTER   3.29

Today marks the 10-day countdown until the release of act ii. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of the supporters of TEXAS HOLD ‘EM and 16 CARRIAGES. I feel honored to be the first Black woman with the number one single on the Hot Country Songs chart. That would not have happened without the outpouring of support from each and every one of you. My hope is that years from now, the mention of an artist’s race, as it relates to releasing genres of music, will be irrelevant.

This album has been over five years in the making. It was born out of an experience that I had years ago where I did not feel welcomed…and it was very clear that I wasn’t. But, because of that experience, I did a deeper dive into the history of Country music and studied our rich musical archive. It feels good to see how music can unite so many people around the world, while also amplifying the voices of some of the people who have dedicated so much of their lives educating on our musical history.

The criticisms I faced when I first entered this genre forced me to propel past the limitations that were put on me. act ii is a result of challenging myself, and taking my time to bend and blend genres together to create this body of work.

I have a few surprises on the album, and have collaborated with some brilliant artists who I deeply respect. I hope that you can hear my heart and soul, and all the love and passion that I poured into every detail and every sound.

I focused on this album as a continuation of RENAISSANCE…I hope this music is an experience, creating another journey where you can close your eyes, start from the beginning and never stop.

This ain’t a Country album. This is a “Beyoncé” album. This is act ii COWBOY CARTER, and I am proud to share it with y’all!

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 10: xoxo, barbie series masterlist

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 10! i recommend listening to marjorie by taylor swift to this chapter so u feel the vibe.

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yourinstagram just wrapped up the european leg of the Eras Tour, and my heart is bursting with gratitude and emotion. this journey has been an extraordinary one, and i couldn't have asked for a more incredible audience to share it with. 

last night, we closed out this chapter in the city where my mother was born, and i have no words to express how special it was. the energy, the love, and the connection we shared in that moment made it the best show of my life.

to everyone who came out to the shows, sang along, danced, and created memories with us, thank you from the bottom of my heart. your passion and support have been the driving force behind every performance, and i’m endlessly grateful for the moments we've shared together. 

this tour has been a journey of self-rediscovery and growth, and i’m so lucky to have such an amazing team by my side. the dedication, creativity, and hard work they've poured into every detail have made this experience truly magical. 

as we move forward to the next leg of the tour, i carry with me the love and warmth of each city we've visited. your energy and enthusiasm have fueled my spirit, and i can't wait to see where the Eras Tour takes us next. 

from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being a part of this adventure. let’s continue to make memories, share moments, and celebrate the magic of music together. here's to the journey ahead! 🦋🫧

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enews click link in bio to read everything we know so far about the controversy that is y/n l/n’s and charles leclerc’s breakup.

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dutchverstappen_ n e ways…

ripy/nsferrariera CAUSE KARMA IS MY BFFFF

leclerc16ferrari i love charles but to say this isn’t well deserved would be lying 💀

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yourinstagram happy birthday to my guardian angel! today, as i celebrate another year of life, i can't help but remember the incredible woman who brought me into this world. we share the same birthday, and though you're not physically here with me, i feel your presence in every beat of my heart.it’s been 15 years since you left us, but your love, guidance, and beautiful spirit have never faded from my life. you were not just my mom; you were my best friend, my confidante, and my rock. losing you at the age of 12 was the most challenging thing i’ve ever faced, but i’ve carried your strength and love with me every step of the way.you were there for all my firsts - my first day of school, my first dance recital, my first guitar lesson. you taught me kindness, compassion, and the importance of staying true to myself. your unwavering support and belief in me still resonates deeply, even when life feels overwhelming. i often find myself looking up at the night sky, knowing that you're shining down as one of the brightest stars. your light continues to guide me, reminding me that no matter how tough life gets, i have your love to carry me through.so, here's to you, mom - the strongest, most beautiful soul i’ve ever known. thank you for being my guardian angel and for making every birthday feel like a celebration of your love and spirit.

wishing i could hug u one last time,

your y/n/n. 🤍

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fernandoalonso she’s watching over you and she’s so proud of how far you come. she’s by your side always, front row at all of your concerts. forever with you wherever you go, your guardian angel

bellahadid she’s so proud of u, babe. we all are 🖤

sabrinacarpenter happy birthday 💗

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yourinstagram oh god, i’ve cried at least 3 times trying to type this so hopefully fourth times the charm.

as i take a moment to reflect on my unforgettable journey on the set of Barbie, my heart is overflowing with emotions. i can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible opportunity i was given and the remarkable people who made it all possible. 

to the extraordinary visionary, greta gerwing, thank you for trusting me with the role of Barbie and for guiding me through this artistic voyage. barbie played a big role in my life as a little girl, i adored every barbie film series and for you to chose me as you barbie is something i will always be in debt to you for. your passion and creativity was infectious, and i’m forever grateful for the chance to collaborate with such a talented director. the experience has left an indelible mark on my soul. 

and to my lovely cast-mates, fellow Barbies, and Kens, you are the heart and soul of this film. each one of you brought a unique and irreplaceable energy to the set, and i in awe of your dedication and talent. together, we laughed, cried, and supported one another, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. thank you for being my rock on-screen and off-screen. you are my true stars. ⭐️

 the memories we've made during the filming process will forever be etched in my heart. from the exhilarating moments of shooting magical scenes to the heartwarming conversations behind the scenes, every single second has been a treasure. the friendships that blossomed during this journey are the kind that go beyond the silver screen, and i feel incredibly blessed to have shared this chapter with each one of you. 

i can't help but be proud of what we've created together. the love, effort, and dedication poured into Barbie shine through every frame. it’s my hope that this film will not only entertain but also inspire and touch the hearts of all who watch it. i want each person to experience the same excitement and joy that filled my heart while bringing Barbie to life.

thank you to the entire production team, crew members, and everyone behind the scenes for your tireless efforts in making this dream come true. your passion and commitment to the project have been awe-inspiring, and i’m forever grateful for your hard work and dedication. 🙏

so here's to Barbie and to all of you who made it an unforgettable adventure. let’s spread its magic far and wide, and may it bring joy and wonder to audiences around the world. thank you, from the depths of my heart, for being a part of this incredible journey. i love you all! 

BARBIE is out now in theaters everywhere. 💕

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dualipa 🎀💞

fernandoalonso_offical Felicidades cariño, estoy increíblemente orgullosa de ti. Te extraño

sabrinacarpenter i’m sick of kens i need an alan

yourinstagram sabrinacarpenter agreed.

gretagerwing Fourth pic 🥹 my babies!! Love you Guys!!

americaferrira obsessed with you and your performance! can’t wait for everyone to see it

florencepugh IVE RETURNED A CHANGED WOMAN AFTER WATCHING BARBIE

y/nsreputation she’s in her barbie era

lolaransdell_fan33 am i the only one who thought ryan gosling was kinda too old to play ken? like the age difference between y/n and him is weird too💀

yourinstagram lolaransdell_fan33 he was and is kenough.

robertdowneyjr Proud of you, kiddo. Anyways, go watch Oppenheimer in theaters today 🖤💣

yourinstagram robertdowneyjr how do i pin this comment??

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ally’s radio 📻: YASS WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!! what r our thoughts?

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[lecsainz]

Hi can you do some charles headcanons dating a emo girl (and she plays bass in a emo band)

SHE MAKES SONGS

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: charles leclerc x emo!reader

an: I loved writing that! I was a bit scared of getting something wrong, so I didn't delve too deep into it.

summary: the one where you are a bassist in an emo band and date charles.

Charles loves when you play the bass. He finds the emo tunes you create both fascinating and alluring. The way your fingers dance over the strings makes him appreciate your talent even more.

You both complement each other in a unique way. Charles with his racing attire and you with your emo style; it's an unexpected but intriguing contrast that draws attention and makes people curious about your relationship.

Charles adores calling you by sweet nicknames in French, like "Mon Trésor" my treasure, "Ma Belle" my beauty, or "Mon Coeur" my heart . Hearing these terms of endearment from him makes your heart flutter every time.

Despite being at your gigs, you always manage to keep tabs on Charles's races. During breaks between songs, you discreetly ask someone from your band's crew for updates on your boyfriend's race position. Charles finds it adorable and loves that you're always keeping track, no matter where you are.

Charles loves brainstorming with you for new songs. He's always there to bounce ideas off, offering a fresh perspective and helping you fine-tune your creations.

Sometimes, during interviews or public appearances, Charles subtly mentions your band or a particular song, expressing his admiration for your talent.

"Ah, well, you know, I've got to say, my girlfriend is an incredible musician. She plays bass in her band, and honestly, she's amazing. The way she pours her heart and soul into her music—it's something else. I'm really proud of her. I mean, I know I'm probably going on about her, but it's hard not to when you're so impressed by someone's talent, you know?" smirks "She's got this way of captivating the audience with her passion for music that's just... it's something special. And yeah, I think I'm a pretty lucky guy to have her in my life, both as an incredibly talented musician and as my partner." grins "Sorry, got a bit carried away there, but I can't help it. She's just that good."

He absolutely adores it when you pick up your bass and play just for him. Your private jam sessions, where you perform songs specially dedicated to him, become treasured moments between you both.

Charles loves it when you share your new compositions with him first, feeling honored to be the primary listener and your biggest supporter.

There have been a few secret moments where Charles has joined you on stage, playing a simple melody on the piano while you perform. It's a beautiful surprise for the audience.

Charles is your biggest fan at your band's performance. He proudly attends your shows and, to your surprise and delight, wears a shirt emblazoned with "My Hot Bassist Girlfriend" in the front row. His unwavering support and cheering from the crowd make your performances even more special.

He frequently plays your band's songs in the Ferrari garage, showing immense pride in your musical talent.

One day, Charles surprises you by gifting one of his favorite bracelets, a piece he hardly takes off. He expresses that he wants you to have something of his close to you, a sign of his deep affection and trust.

On race days, you proudly wear Ferrari-themed outfits but add your personal touch, incorporating elements that reflect your own style. Charles appreciates the gesture, feeling a sense of unity when he sees you in his team's colors.

[mangocustard16]

A Shower of Love☔💕

| synopsis: You forgot your umbrella while going to work so your dear boyfriend came to deliver it to you.

| pairing: bf!mingyu x gn!reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none

| w.c: 630

| a/n: this is pure fluff, mingyu is Y/N's knight in shining armor.

The day had begun like any other. You were rushing out the door, leaving a quick peck on Mingyu's cheek, and a hurried goodbye as you hurried off to work. The sun was shining, and the forecast predicted clear skies. No umbrella seemed necessary. That was until, all of a sudden, the heavens opened up, and the sky poured down its liquid affection upon the city.

You stood at the entrance of your workplace, cursing your luck for leaving your umbrella at home. With a sigh, you pulled out your phone and sent a text to Mingyu, your ever-reliable boyfriend.

Y/N: "Babe, I forgot my umbrella at home, and it's pouring. Can you bring it to me?"

Mingyu's response came swiftly.

Mingyu: "Of course, love. I'll be there soon."

As you waited, you watched the raindrops dance on the pavement, creating a beautiful mosaic of reflections. The cityscape seemed to soften in the rain, and the world around you became a serene painting of wet streets and glistening buildings. The world seemed to hush, and the city's relentless pace took a temporary pause.

Then, there he was, your knight in shining armor, Mingyu, approaching through the rain-soaked streets. With a smile that rivaled the sun itself, he held your umbrella while getting drenched.

Mingyu looked into your eyes with a playful glint. Instead of opening the umbrella, he closed it and set it aside. He had a different plan in mind. You looked at him, your eyes questioning. 

"Why don't we forget about the umbrella and just dance in the rain?" he suggested. You couldn't resist his invitation, and took his hand with a smile.

Together, you stepped out into the rain, feeling the cool drops soak through your clothes. The city transformed into a tranquil harbor, as Mingyu and you began to sway to the natural rhythm of the downpour.

The rain poured down on you, but it didn't matter. You just wanted to be together in that moment. The rain connected you, washing away the stress and endowing you with each other. As you danced together, creating a magical moment that no umbrella could contain.

The raindrops seemed to sing a sweet serenade as you kissed. The buildings shimmered in the rain's embrace, as your faces gleaming with countless water droplets that clung to every surface. The streets became your dance floor, and the rhythm of the rain was the tune that accompanied your impromptu waltz.

Mingyu pulled you close, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat. In this tender, rain-soaked moment, your connection deepened, and the world around you faded into the background.

You smiled at Mingyu as you felt the love so strongly that you couldn't help but express it out loud.

"I love you, Mingyu," you said. Your words were filled with sweetness and joy.

Mingyu smiled, his heart filled with love as he looked at you. Your words were music to his ears.

"Y/N," he said, "I love you too, forever."

With the rain as their witness, they shared a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of their love, sealing their promise amidst the watery embrace of the city that had seen their love story unfold.

The city continued to be drenched in the loving rain, mirroring the overflowing love between Y/N and Mingyu as they danced together in the storm. The scenery of their lives was forever changed by the beauty of the unexpected, the kind of beauty that only love, spontaneity and a rainstorm could create.

The city streets were their stage, and they were the stars of this romantic performance. They danced their way through the storm, two souls deeply in love, cherishing every moment, every raindrop, and every smile shared between them.

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heyy how are you ??? i had an idea for a neymar imagine, maybe yn is a famous singer and they met in like 2014 at the start of their fame and started hooking up and actually secretly fell in love but they had to break up and stuff bc of their busy schedules. then they meet again 8-9 years later when he goes to her concert with the rest of the psg squad and they tease him bc he's in love with her again but yn and him end up happily ever after and are like an it couple now !! its a long request ik , feel free to ignore it 💞💞

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 | 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐉𝐫

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

Word Count : 5.6k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: My deepest apologies for the wait, ya girl was going THRUUU IT but its all good now c': and never apologize for long request!! The longer the request, more than likely the longer the response [ I also did not think I would end up writing this much LOL] c: And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!! LOVE ME SOME NEYNEY MMMMMM

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are currently closed as I am catching up. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

“Like a summer evening under the sun

Oh, darling

And maybe, just maybe

We could fill our memories one by one

Mangoes are candy with you

My donuts and pies need no glazing with you”

You stand in front of your grandmother's restaurant, clutching the microphone in your hand. You've always dreamed of becoming a famous singer, but you know that you have to start small. Luckily, your grandmother has given you the opportunity to sing every Friday night in front of her restaurant. Your passion lies in singing romantic ballads, inspired by the love your Grandmother and Grandfather share. Their bond is pure and timeless, and witnessing it fills you with hope for your own future love story. You close your eyes and begin to sing, pouring your heart and soul into the melody. The audience is small, but their applause is thunderous, and you know that this is just the beginning of your journey to stardom. As you finished singing your final song and thanked the small crowd for their cheers, little did you know that this would be the night that would change everything. 

 Neymar, a rising soccer star, happened upon your performance while on his way home. The sweet melodies that echoed from your soul drew him in, and he found himself unable to tear himself away. The crowd around you grew insignificant, as his eyes fixated on you and your beautiful features. Your voice enraptured him, leaving him lost in thought as he listened to your songs until the end. Even though he wished it would have never ended. As he made his way home, the memory of your performance stayed with him. Neymar was overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotions, his heart skipping a beat in a way he had never experienced before. He tried to shake off the feeling, knowing that his focus should be on futbol. However, the thoughts of you and your beautiful voice lingered, and he found himself daydreaming about the way your eyes lit up seeing the crowd cheer for you, and your beautiful smile across your face. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, but the sparks that flew that night were undeniable and he couldn't resist the pull towards you, even though he has yet to speak with you.  His heart raced as he returned to the same spot the next Friday, eagerly hoping to catch another glimpse of you and your voice, and he wasn't disappointed. As soon as he saw you, his heart skipped a beat. He felt nervous and excited all at the same time.

As you begin to sing, the music swirls around Neymar, embracing him in its beauty. Your voice resonates deep within his soul, igniting a fire that only grows stronger with each note. He finds himself entranced by your presence once again, losing himself in the magic you create. The way your lipgloss glistens on your lips while you hold the microphone makes Neymar wish he could feel them against his own, and oh, don't get him started on your beautiful face.

The passion in your performance is undeniable, and Neymar's heart beats faster with each passing moment. The melodies you weave seem to speak directly to him, resonating with dreams and desires he has never dared to acknowledge. He can't help but imagine a life where your voices intertwine in harmony both on and off the stage.

As the final notes of the song linger in the air, you look directly into the crowd. Your eyes land on a pair of hazel eyes, and when you recognize the face they are paired with, you almost don't hold your last note. The moment your eyes meet his, Neymar's heart skips a beat. You quickly look away, finishing your note with a small blush appearing on your face as the crowd erupts in applause. His eyes never leave you as he claps, his admiration and awe shining brightly. He wants to approach you, to tell you how your voice has touched him deeply, but he can't find the words. Instead, he lingers in the crowd, hoping for an opportunity to connect with you.

After the performance, you walk over and grab your small tip jar. Neymar musters the courage to approach you. He catches your eye, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Nervously, he greets you, "Your voice is really beautiful," he says, going straight to the point. As he is now closer to you than before, you can really see his handsome features. You can't tell if it's due to the full moon tonight or what, but he looks as if he's glowing—truly mesmerizing. Hearing him let out a small laugh makes you realize you've been staring at him for a bit without giving a response. You shake your head briefly, letting out a small laugh, "T-Thank you so much," you stutter slightly, not used to someone as attractive as him trying to talk to you. Neymar finds it adorable, causing his smile to widen. He says, "Of course, pretty," biting his bottom lip as if contemplating on saying something. "Hey, are you about to go do something?" You shake your head no. "Would you like to join me for some ice cream?" He points down the street. "There's a street vendor down the street, and his homemade ice cream is amazing!" 

As Neymar stands there, awaiting your response, a whirlwind of thoughts collides in your mind. Is this really happening? Are you being asked out right now? It feels like a scene lifted straight from a romantic movie or the pages of a captivating novel. The rush of emotions surges within you, and you pinch yourself inwardly to ensure you're not dreaming. You steady your voice and respond with a composed smile, "Sure, I wouldn't mind. Just give me one moment; I have to let my Grandmother know so she doesn't freak out." He smiles, nodding his head. "Of course, take your time."

You find it hard to believe that you, an ordinary person with dreams and aspirations, are about to embark on an unexpected adventure with someone as incredibly handsome as him. It's a surreal moment that surpasses anything you've ever imagined 

You quickly make your way over to your grandmother, who has been observing the interaction from afar. Her eyes twinkle with a knowing look as you share your plans with her. "Grandma, I'm going to get ice cream with a friend. Don't worry, I'll be back soon," you assure her, though your own excitement and uncertainty are evident. She raises an eyebrow cheekily and questions, "A friend, huh?" You feel a blush creep onto your face once again as you hand her your tip jar. "Bye Grandma, I love you," you say with affection. She smiles warmly and replies, "I love you too, baby. Don't be back too late! I may need help preparing Caldo Verde for tomorrow." You nod in agreement as you share a heartfelt hug, feeling her soft kiss on your cheek.

As you make your way back to Neymar, you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves. He waits patiently, his gaze fixed on you, and it both thrills and unnerves you. You take a moment to compose yourself, straightening your posture and gathering the courage to face this newfound connection head-on.

"Ready?" Neymar questions with a playful glimmer in his eyes, his smile mirroring your own anticipation. You nod your head, unable to contain the excitement bubbling within you. "Yes, I'm ready," you reply, feeling a surge of butterflies flutter in your stomach. As the two of you begin walking towards the ice cream vendor, a comfortable silence settles between you. The air is filled with a mix of warm summer breeze and the sweet scent of blossoming flowers, creating a picturesque setting for this enchanting encounter. Neymar breaks the silence with a mischievous smirk, "You know, I have a feeling this ice cream is no match for the sweetness of your smile." His playful tone tugs at your heartstrings, and you play along, batting your eyelashes. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to make sure to smile extra sweetly then," you reply, feigning innocence, as a light-hearted teasing dance begins. As you continue walking side by side, the banter between you becomes effortless. Neymar teases you about your favorite ice cream flavors, suggesting that your taste buds might be missing out on the full experience. You counter his playful jabs with witty comebacks, keeping the atmosphere light and carefree. In between the laughter and teasing, you share snippets of your dreams and aspirations, exploring the depths of your personalities with genuine curiosity. Neymar listens intently, his eyes sparkling with amusement and admiration. He peppers the conversation with compliments that make your cheeks flush, but you appreciate the way his words make you feel seen and valued. The ice cream vendor finally comes into view, and Neymar playfully nudges your arm. "Alright, it's decision time. Choose wisely, because I have a feeling my taste buds won't settle for anything less than extraordinary." You playfully roll your eyes, pretending to contemplate your options. "Well, I'll have to find something that matches your extraordinary standards then," you quip back, sharing a mischievous smile. Together, you approach the cart, ready to indulge in the delightful treats it has to offer. As you savor the flavors and continue to exchange playful banter, you can't help but feel a deepening connection forming, one that is built on shared laughter, light-hearted teasing, and the promise of a captivating journey ahead.

Over the next few weeks, the bond between you and Neymar deepened with each passing day. What started as a chance encounter at your grandmother's restaurant blossomed into a whirlwind romance that neither of you could have anticipated. Laughter, shared interests, and stolen glances became the foundation of your connection.

As the days turned into months and the months turned into years, your relationship with Neymar grew stronger. You supported each other's dreams wholeheartedly, and as fate would have it, both of you began to ascend the ladder of fame in your respective careers. Neymar became a household name as a professional heartthrob soccer player, captivating audiences with his skill and charm on the field. Meanwhile, your voice enchanted millions around the world, elevating you to the status of a renowned singer, captivating hearts with your soul-stirring performances. Life seemed perfect. Together, you conquered milestones, basked in the adoration of fans, and reveled in the love that intertwined your lives. But as the demands of fame and the pressures of your individual careers increased, the delicate balance between love and ambition became increasingly challenging to maintain. With Neymar's soccer schedule becoming more demanding, you found yourselves constantly rescheduling dinner dates, postponing moments meant for just the two of you. The promises made in the early days of your relationship were slowly overshadowed by the unrelenting obligations of his profession. Though he tried his best to juggle both his career and your relationship, the constant conflicts began to take a toll on your connection. The realization hit you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore—you and Neymar were slowly drifting apart. The time you once cherished together became fleeting, filled with missed opportunities and unfulfilled promises. It wasn't that the love between you had faded; it was simply suffocated by the relentless demands of fame. After much soul-searching and tearful conversations, you both came to a heartbreaking decision. It was time to let go, to release each other from the expectations and sacrifices that had weighed you down. The breakup was bittersweet, a mixture of pain and gratitude for the beautiful memories you had created together. In the aftermath, you focused on healing and rediscovering yourself as an individual. It wasn't easy, as reminders of Neymar and your past love were scattered throughout your daily life. But as time passed, wounds slowly healed, and you found solace in your music, pouring your emotions into your performances. Years went by, and both you and Neymar continued to rise in your respective careers, reaching new heights of success. The memories of your time together became a part of the tapestry of your lives, lessons learned and cherished moments that shaped you. Sometimes, the universe has its own plans, and the timing just isn't right. Despite the heartache of your breakup, you both emerged stronger and more resilient. And who knows, perhaps one day, when the stars align and destiny weaves its magic, your paths may cross again, reigniting the flames of a love that once burned so brightly.

8 years post breakup - 

 Yesterday, In the PSG team locker room, the players gathered around as the coach announced the upcoming charity event. 

"Listen up, boys," the coach began, his voice commanding attention. "We're hosting a charity event tomorrow, and it's mandatory for all of you to be there. It's going to be a fantastic evening with a live concert, though I'm not sure who the performer is yet. So make sure you're ready to represent PSG and make a difference."

Today, the charity event was in full swing. The venue sparkled with elegance, adorned with dazzling lights and an air of anticipation. Neymar, Messi, and Mbappé, dressed in their dapper suits, found themselves caught up in the excitement as they engaged in a brief interview, capturing the attention of reporters and fans alike.

The interviewer, with a microphone in hand, directed a question towards Neymar. "Neymar, the event tonight is for a noble cause. How do you feel about being a part of it?"

Neymar's eyes lit up with a genuine smile as he replied, "It's an incredible feeling to be involved in such a meaningful event. Giving back to the community is something we all believe in, and to have the opportunity to make a positive impact is truly special."

The interviewer nodded in agreement, then continued, "And there's a lot of speculation about who the surprise live performer is. Any guesses or wishes?"

Neymar chuckled, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, but I'm personally hoping for a remarkable singer with a voice that can touch your soul."

Messi and Mbappé joined in the lighthearted banter, playfully speculating on the potential performer, their camaraderie evident in their laughter and easygoing exchange.

As the interview came to a close, Neymar glanced around the buzzing venue, feeling a sense of nostalgia. 

Because he didn't want to bring up the subject of you, Neymar has solely avoided concert settings since the breakup, besides from clubs of course. You and him had made the difficult decision to part ways after the breakup, believing that distance and limited contact would help heal the wounds and move on with your lives. The initial separation was challenging for both of you, as the absence of each other's presence left a void that seemed impossible to fill. Neymar, in particular, found it hard to adjust to the new reality of not having you by his side. The nights felt lonelier without your comforting presence, and the routine of sharing his life with you became a bittersweet memory. Six years spent together had forged a deep connection, and it was no easy task to sever those ties completely.

He couldn't help but wonder if fate had a role to play in this event, if there was a chance encounter awaiting him amidst the excitement and the live performance.

Little did Neymar know, the past and present were about to converge in a way he could never have anticipated, igniting a spark of hope and possibility that had long been dormant in his heart.

~Meanwhile, backstage.~

"The stage is set, and the mic is ready," your manager's voice resonates with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As she carefully adjusts your earpiece, you take a deep breath, feeling the surge of anticipation building up inside you. The designer crew hovers around you, their skilled hands putting the final touches on your breathtaking white dress. The delicate lace patterns cascade down its flowing silhouette, accentuating your elegance and radiating an ethereal beauty that perfectly complements your stage presence.

Though the specific details of the event remain unknown to you, you're aware that it's for a charitable cause, reaching a vast audience through the live stream. The whirlwind of your busy tour schedule has left little time for you to delve into the specifics, but the opportunity to contribute to a worthy cause fills you with a profound sense of purpose and joy. As your manager steps away, you catch a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip—a subtle sign of nerves. At first, you assume it's merely her concern for your well-being after the grueling tour, wanting to ensure you don't overexert yourself. Unbeknownst to you, however, she carries a deeper worry in her mind. She's aware of your past with Neymar, knowing that the unexpected encounter with him at this event could awaken dormant emotions and memories. The stage manager signals that it's time to make your entrance. Taking one last glance in the mirror and adding a final touch to your hair, you stride toward the stage.  As the curtains part, revealing the dazzling setup, you step forward, your presence commanding the attention of the audience. The spotlight finds you, casting its warm glow upon you, as you raise the microphone to your lips.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Your voice resonates through the air, instantly capturing the attention of the crowd. Gasps of surprise and the sound of hands clapping reverberate throughout the venue, a testament to the unexpected delight of your presence. A warm smile graces your face as you soak in the genuine excitement that fills the room. Taking a moment to appreciate the sea of faces before you, you turn your gaze towards the camera, ensuring that your message reaches not only those in the venue but also the countless viewers joining from afar.

"Tonight, we come together for a cause that holds a special place in my heart." Your voice carries a depth of sincerity, inviting the audience to truly grasp the significance of the moment. You pause for a moment, allowing the words to sink in.

"I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to ChildLifeMatters for the incredible work they do in raising awareness and supporting children in need. Together, we have the power to make a difference, to bring hope and joy into the lives of those who need it most. Tonight, through the universal language of music, we unite in spreading love, compassion, and raising awareness for a brighter future."

The applause swells, filling the room with a wave of appreciation and support. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, but also the strength of the cause that fuels your passion.

Little do you know, the universe has orchestrated a twist of fate for this event, preparing an unexpected reunion with Neymar that lies just around the corner.

"Neymar, hurry up! I am not going to get yelled at by the coach because of you," Marquinhos exclaims, playfully nudging Neymar as he catches him taking yet another selfie. The team is eager to head to the main venue area for the charity event.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Neymar mutters, reluctantly sliding his phone into his back pocket. As he approaches the stage, a flicker of recognition crosses his face, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. He quickly dismisses the thought, attributing it to his mind playing tricks on him.

Entering the bustling venue, Neymar exchanges greetings with his teammates, their eyes twinkling mischievously as they observe his slightly puzzled expression. Kylian, in particular, nudges his head towards the stage, hinting at something intriguing. Curiosity piqued, Neymar turns around, and in that moment, his heart feels as if it bursts out of his chest.

There you are, standing confidently on the stage, a vision of grace and talent. Mesmerized, Neymar's gaze locks onto you, and a flood of memories rushes back, transporting him to a time when you were once intertwined in each other's lives. The familiar warmth and tenderness resurface, evoking emotions he thought he had long buried.

"Whoa, Neymar, is that your lost love?" one teammate playfully teases, unable to resist the opportunity for some light-hearted banter.

A slight blush colors Neymar's cheeks, but he manages a playful smirk, attempting to brush off the teasing. "Lost love? Nah, just an old friend," he responds, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity.

However, his teammates aren't fooled by his nonchalant demeanor. They exchange knowing glances, their playful expressions betraying their understanding of the emotions swirling within Neymar's heart.

As the banter continues among his teammates, Neymar's attention remains fixated on you, the focal point of the stage. He can't help but be captivated by your presence, the way you command the attention of the audience with every note and movement. It's as if time has stood still, and all that matters in this moment is the magnetic pull between the two of you.

Memories flood Neymar's mind, snapshots of laughter, shared dreams, and stolen glances. He recalls the way your voice used to fill his world with joy, how it resonated deep within his soul. The bond they once shared was unbreakable, and even after all these years, the connection still lingers, refusing to fade away.

Lost in the rush of emotions, Neymar finds himself longing for the chance to rewind time, to rekindle the fire that once burned between you two.

As you found yourself on stage, surrounded by the dreamy backdrop that perfectly complemented the ethereal atmosphere, your heart raced with anticipation. The familiar melodies of the song flowed through your veins, but as your mouth opened to sing the first note, your voice momentarily faltered. Your eyes locked with Neymar, a magnetic connection that transcended the sea of faces in the crowd. It felt as if time stood still, and in that moment, memories flooded back, crashing over you like a wave. Images of laughter, shared moments, and the love you once held together washed over your mind. The depth of emotion in Neymar's gaze mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but offer him a small, knowing smile—a silent acknowledgment of the bond you once shared. You start singing,

“ I never thought you'd be the one

To hold my heart

I never knew I'd think of you

Each time that we're apart

Each Day

I'll be the one missing your face

And all that you are

Save me

I promise I'd stay here by your side

And I know from the start

When I look into your eyes

I know that I'm mesmerized

Baby

Just hold me

When you're here I realized

I'll be the one to testify

Baby

Say that you're mine tonight.”

With every word that poured out of your soul, you poured your heart out to the world, including Neymar. The lyrics resonated with the depths of your emotions, speaking to the love that still lingered within. You were unafraid to let your eyes linger on Neymar, disregarding the curious glances from the crowd who assumed your gaze was lost among the many faces. Neymar, however, knew. He felt the intensity of your gaze, and his heart raced in response.

But soon, you broke the enchanted connection, letting your eyes wander across the sea of faces before you. The crowd erupted in applause, their appreciation evident. You couldn't help but steal glances at the cameras, ensuring that your performance reached those watching through the live stream, while still cherishing the shared moments with the live audience.

In that moment, the stage became a place where the past intertwined with the present, where your music became a conduit for unspoken emotions, and where destiny gently guided your paths to intersect once again.

 As the melody of your voice fills the air, Neymar's heart beats in sync, each note igniting a flicker of hope within him. He wonders if you still remember the love you two shared, if the memories that haunt him also linger within you. The desire to reach out, to bridge the gap between them, grows stronger with every passing second.

But for now, Neymar remains rooted in his seat, a swirl of emotions beneath his composed exterior. He continues to watch, mesmerized by your performance, caught in a bittersweet symphony of longing and admiration. The teasing remarks from his teammates fade into the background, as all that matters is the connection he shares with you, a connection that time and distance could never truly erase.

As you continued to serenade the crowd with several more enchanting songs, the energy in the venue soared. The atmosphere crackled with excitement as your voice resonated through the air, captivating hearts and inspiring generous donations for the charitable cause. You effortlessly engaged with the audience, sharing smiles, laughter, and heartfelt moments that deepened the connection between you and your fans.

After the fifth song, you took a moment to address the crowd once again, expressing your gratitude for their support and encouraging them to embrace the upcoming performance by the next artist. The spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating the stage for the next singer, and you stepped aside, basking in the sense of accomplishment that washed over you.

As you made your way backstage, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts consumed your mind. Neymar's presence had awakened a dormant flame within you, stirring a mix of nostalgia, curiosity, and a hint of longing. Memories of your time together intertwined with the energy of the performance, leaving you with a bittersweet yearning for what once was.

Meanwhile, as soon as you exited the stage, Neymar's teammates seized the opportunity to playfully tease him. Their mischievous grins and banter revolved around your beauty and their supposed attempts to secure your phone number. Their intentions were light-hearted, aimed at evoking a hint of jealousy in Neymar, but his response was measured and composed.

Neymar, briefly acknowledging their teasing, gracefully brushed it off with a confident smile and a witty remark. Deep down, however, his heart raced, urging him to find you once more. He swiftly excused himself from the camaraderie of his teammates, determined to catch up with you and unravel the feelings that had reawakened in his soul.

As Neymar dashed through the backstage corridors, his mind focused on the mission at hand—to find you, to bridge the gap of time and space, and to confront the emotions that swirled within both your hearts. Destiny beckoned, weaving its intricate tapestry, and the next chapter of your intertwined journey was about to unfold.

As Neymar hurried through the backstage area, his heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and hope. He navigated the bustling corridors, occasionally catching glimpses of familiar faces and hearing snippets of conversations that heightened his eagerness to find you.

Finally, he spotted you standing in a quieter corner, your back turned to him as you engaged in a conversation with one of the event organizers. Neymar's steps faltered for a moment, his gaze fixated on your figure, taking in the way you held yourself with poise and grace. The years apart had done nothing to diminish your magnetic presence.

Summoning his courage, Neymar approached you, his voice laced with a mix of hesitance and sincerity. "Excuse me," he interjected, capturing your attention as the event organizer excused themselves. As you turned to face him, your eyes widened in surprise, a myriad of emotions dancing in their depths.

There was a brief pause, as both of you stood there, speechless, caught in the gravity of the moment. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that intimate space. Neymar's eyes searched yours, finding a familiar connection that reignited the sparks of the past.

"I... I don't even know where to begin," Neymar admitted, his voice filled with vulnerability. "Seeing you up there on stage, it brought back so many memories, so many feelings. It's like time stood still for a moment." You were at a loss for words, so you remained silent. Of course, you shared that sentiment, but for some reason, you refrained from saying anything.

As the weight of the shared history hung in the air, Neymar took a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of sincerity and longing. "I've thought about this moment countless times, wondering if we would ever have a chance to reconnect. Seeing you here tonight, it's like a dream come true."

Your eyes met his, shimmering with a hint of apprehension and yearning. "Neymar, I never imagined I would see you again like this. It's been so long, and yet... the emotions, the memories, they're still so vivid……"

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of Neymar's lips as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Time may have passed, but my feelings for you never faded. I've carried a piece of you with me all these years."

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling the weight of his words echoing in your heart. The realization of the enduring connection between you filled the space between you, drawing you closer, as if the universe had conspired to reunite your souls.

"I've missed you," you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice matching Neymar's.

His eyes softened, conveying a profound tenderness. "I've missed you too, more than words can express. Life took us on different paths, but my heart never stopped yearning for the love we shared."

As the world continued to buzz around you, the shared moment felt timeless, cocooned in its own universe. It was as if the echoes of the past intertwined with the possibilities of the future, offering a second chance for love to unfold.

"I want to make things right this time," Neymar said, his voice filled with determination. "Let's start anew, together. Of course, we will start off slow. But Baby, I will be such a fool to lose you again.”

A surge of hope washed over you, igniting a spark within. With a smile that reflected both forgiveness and a willingness to embrace the unknown, you replied, "Yes… I think…. I would like that very much."

In that moment, as the world continued to swirl around you both, Neymar and you embarked on a journey of reconciliation and rediscovery. With hearts open to love's infinite possibilities, you stepped forward, ready to rewrite your story, guided by the enduring bond that fate had rekindled.

"Are you doing anything after this?" Neymar's voice carries a playful lilt, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Your head shakes in response, a smile spreading across your face, mirroring his infectious joy.

"Great. Well, there's this ice cream vendor I know just up the street we could go to," he suggests, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes reflecting the memories of your early encounters. Laughter dances in the air as you playfully hit his chest, a gentle reminder of the playful banter that once defined your connection.

Neymar chuckles, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "What? I'm serious!" His smile widens, his eyes shining with warmth and sincerity. The familiarity of his words resonates deeply, reminding you of the carefree moments you shared when your love story was just beginning to unfold.

A gentle teasing remark escapes your lips. "You are such a dork," you playfully chide, finding solace in the comfort of his arms. As you wrap your arms around his chest, leaning your head against his heartbeat, a sense of serenity envelops you.

With graceful tenderness, Neymar tightens his embrace, a silent promise not to let go. In that moment, as the world continues to spin around you, you revel in the joy of rediscovered love, knowing that this time, you and Neymar will create new memories, hand in hand, embracing the dorkiness, laughter, and love that define your extraordinary journey together.

You and Neymar continue to chat, relishing in the familiar comfort and the excitement of a renewed connection. Time slips away effortlessly as you share stories, laughter, and dreams for the future. However, as the event draws to a close, the demands of the evening pull you both in different directions. With a promise to reconnect, you exchange heartfelt goodbyes, knowing that this time, it won't be long before your paths intertwine once again. As you part ways, a sense of anticipation lingers, each step carrying the promise of a future filled with love, happiness, and shared adventures.

True to your word, you begin to rebuild the bridge between you. Messages and calls become more frequent, filled with laughter, shared memories, and a genuine curiosity about each other's lives. Slowly but surely, the distance that once separated you begins to shrink, making way for a blossoming bond that refuses to be ignored.

In the months that follow, your connection deepens and evolves. Dates are filled with laughter, stolen glances, and the sweet nostalgia of rediscovered love. Each moment spent together feels like a beautiful reunion, as if fate has brought you back together to create a love story even more extraordinary than before.

As news of your rekindled romance spreads, Brasil can't help but celebrate the return of their beloved "it" couple. And with every passing day, your bond grows stronger, fortified by the lessons learned from your past and a shared commitment to prioritize each other. Together, you build a foundation of trust, support, and unwavering dedication, creating a love that withstands the tests of time and captures the hearts of millions.

[kana2025]

Composer Reader x Jaehyun

Word Count: 70+ Genres: Romance, Music/Musician AU, Slice Of Life, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort Synopsis: Renowned composer Y/N and NCT’s Jaehyun find their professional collaboration evolving into a deep romantic bond as they create beautiful music together, culminating in a heartfelt proposal and a lifelong partnership. Their journey is a symphony of love, passion, and shared dreams that echoes through their music and lives.

The lights of the concert hall dimmed, casting a serene shadow over the audience. The hum of anticipation filled the air as people settled into their seats, their murmurs slowly fading into silence. On stage, an orchestra tuned their instruments, the cacophony of notes creating a symphonic prelude to the night's performance.

Backstage, Y/N (Your Name), a renowned composer, stood nervously adjusting their sheet music. This night was special. After months of tireless work, their newest composition, a piece filled with intricate emotions and profound melodies, was about to premiere. It was a piece that told a story – one of love, heartbreak, and ultimately, hope.

Jaehyun, the lead vocalist of NCT and tonight’s guest performer, approached Y/N with a reassuring smile. His presence was calming, a steadying force in the storm of nerves swirling inside Y/N. They had met several months ago when Jaehyun's management reached out, seeking a collaboration. From the moment they began working together, the connection was palpable. Jaehyun’s voice brought Y/N’s compositions to life in a way they had never imagined.

“Are you ready?” Jaehyun asked softly, his voice as soothing as a lullaby.

Y/N nodded, trying to steady their breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Thank you, Jaehyun. This piece wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled with sincerity. “It’s an honor to sing your music. Let’s make this a night to remember.”

As the curtains rose, Y/N took their place at the conductor’s podium, and Jaehyun stepped into the spotlight. The first notes of the composition floated into the air, delicate and haunting. Jaehyun's voice soon joined in, weaving through the melody with an effortless grace that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine.

The performance was flawless. Each note, each crescendo, and each decrescendo perfectly executed, creating a tapestry of sound that enraptured the audience. Y/N’s eyes were fixed on Jaehyun, his passion and emotion pouring into every word he sang. It was as if he was baring his soul, revealing parts of himself through the music.

As the final note hung in the air, the audience erupted into applause, a standing ovation echoing through the hall. Y/N’s heart swelled with pride and relief. They had done it. Together, they had created something beautiful.

Backstage, the atmosphere was electric. Fellow musicians and staff congratulated Y/N and Jaehyun, their words of praise mingling with the excitement of the night. Amid the chaos, Jaehyun found Y/N, his eyes alight with joy.

“You were incredible,” Jaehyun said, his smile wide and genuine.

Y/N blushed, their heart skipping a beat. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Jaehyun took a step closer, his expression turning serious. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you. Working on this piece with you... it’s been one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. But more than that, I’ve come to realize how much you mean to me.”

Y/N’s breath caught in their throat, their mind racing. “Jaehyun, I...”

Jaehyun gently took their hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “I know this might be unexpected, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. Your talent, your passion, your kindness – everything about you draws me in.”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, a mixture of shock and overwhelming emotion. They had admired Jaehyun from afar, never daring to hope that he might feel the same.

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N whispered, their voice trembling.

Jaehyun smiled, his eyes soft with affection. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just know that I’m here, and I’m willing to take this journey with you, whatever it may bring.”

Y/N nodded, a smile breaking through their tears. “Thank you, Jaehyun. I... I think I’ve fallen for you too.”

The weight of their emotions hung in the air, a sweet symphony of unspoken words. As they stood there, hand in hand, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the music that had brought them together.

The days following the concert were a whirlwind of emotions and new beginnings. Y/N and Jaehyun found themselves drawn to each other, their bond deepening with every shared moment. They spent hours discussing music, their dreams, and the paths that had led them to where they were.

One sunny afternoon, they decided to escape the bustling city and find inspiration in nature. They drove to a secluded beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Jaehyun brought his guitar, and Y/N carried a notebook filled with musical ideas.

As they sat on the sand, Jaehyun began to strum a soft melody, his fingers dancing across the strings with practiced ease. Y/N closed their eyes, letting the music wash over them, their mind filling with possibilities.

“Do you ever feel like the ocean has its own song?” Jaehyun asked, his voice blending with the sound of the waves.

Y/N opened their eyes and smiled. “Yes, it’s like a never-ending symphony. Each wave is a different note, creating a beautiful, ever-changing composition.”

Jaehyun nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “It reminds me of us. Our music is constantly evolving, shaped by our experiences and emotions. It’s a living, breathing entity.”

Y/N looked at Jaehyun, their heart swelling with affection. “You always know how to put things into perspective. Your voice, your music... it’s like you’re speaking directly to my soul.”

Jaehyun’s gaze softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair from Y/N’s face. “That’s because we’re connected, Y/N. Our music, our hearts – they’re in harmony.”

In that moment, Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of clarity. They had found something truly special with Jaehyun, a connection that transcended words and notes. It was a bond forged through their shared passion for music and the emotions they poured into it.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the beach, Jaehyun and Y/N worked together on a new composition. Their ideas flowed effortlessly, each note and lyric blending seamlessly. It was a song of love and hope, a reflection of their journey together.

The melody was hauntingly beautiful, and Jaehyun’s voice added a layer of depth that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. They spent hours perfecting the piece, lost in the magic of creation. When they finally finished, they sat back and listened to their work, the music filling the space between them.

Jaehyun turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with admiration. “This is our song, Y/N. It’s a testament to everything we’ve been through and everything we hope to achieve.”

Y/N nodded, their heart full. “It’s perfect. Just like you.”

Jaehyun leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. It was a kiss filled with promise, a symbol of their love and the music that bound them together.

As they sat on the beach, wrapped in each other’s arms, Y/N knew that they had found something truly special. With Jaehyun by their side, they felt ready to face whatever the future held. Together, they would create a symphony of love that would echo through their hearts forever.

The weeks turned into months, and Y/N and Jaehyun’s relationship blossomed alongside their music. They became inseparable, spending every free moment together, whether it was working on new compositions or simply enjoying each other’s company.

One evening, as they sat in Y/N’s cozy apartment, surrounded by sheet music and instruments, Jaehyun’s phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at the screen and his eyes widened with excitement.

“Y/N, you won’t believe this!” he exclaimed, handing the phone to Y/N.

Y/N read the message, their heart skipping a beat. It was an invitation to perform at one of the most prestigious music festivals in the world. The organizers had heard their collaborative piece and were eager to have them perform it live.

“This is incredible!” Y/N said, their voice filled with disbelief. “We’re going to play at the festival!”

Jaehyun pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, his excitement palpable. “We did this together, Y/N. This is our moment.”

The days leading up to the festival were a blur of rehearsals and preparations. Y/N and Jaehyun poured their hearts into perfecting their performance, determined to make it a night to remember. The support from their friends, family, and fellow musicians was overwhelming, filling them with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Finally, the night of the festival arrived. The venue was a sprawling outdoor stage, set against the backdrop of a starlit sky. The audience was a sea of eager faces, waiting in anticipation for the performances to begin.

Backstage, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement. Jaehyun stood by their side, his presence a comforting anchor. He took Y/N’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ve got this,” Jaehyun said, his voice steady. “Just like we always do.”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. “Let’s make this unforgettable.”

As they stepped onto the stage, the lights illuminated them, casting a warm glow. The applause from the audience was deafening, a testament to the anticipation and excitement surrounding their performance. Y/N took their place at the piano while Jaehyun stood at the microphone, his eyes meeting Y/N’s with a look of unwavering support.

The first notes of their composition filled the night air, delicate and ethereal. Jaehyun's voice soon joined in, soaring with emotion and power. The music carried them, each note a reflection of their journey, their struggles, and their love.

As they reached the crescendo of the piece, the energy between them was electric. The audience was enraptured, their attention wholly focused on the magic unfolding on stage. Y/N played with a fervor they had never felt before, their fingers dancing across the keys with passion and precision. Jaehyun’s voice rose to meet the peak of the melody, his expression a mixture of joy and intensity.

When the final note hung in the air, a moment of silence followed, the audience collectively holding their breath. Then, the applause erupted, louder and more enthusiastic than Y/N had ever heard. The standing ovation was a sea of admiration and respect, and Y/N felt tears of happiness welling up in their eyes.

Jaehyun turned to Y/N, his smile radiant. He took a step forward and held out his hand, inviting Y/N to join him at the front of the stage. They clasped hands, turning to face the audience together, their hearts pounding in unison.

“This wouldn’t have been possible without each and every one of you,” Jaehyun said into the microphone, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for believing in us and our music. We hope you felt the love and passion we poured into this piece.”

Y/N squeezed Jaehyun’s hand, their voice trembling with emotion as they added, “And thank you, Jaehyun, for being my partner in this journey. Your voice and your heart have made this music come alive.”

The applause swelled once more, and as they left the stage, Y/N and Jaehyun knew that this was only the beginning of their musical adventure.

The success of their festival performance opened doors Y/N and Jaehyun had only dreamed of. Invitations to collaborate with other artists, opportunities to compose for films, and offers to perform at prestigious venues flooded in. They embraced each opportunity, their bond growing stronger with every project.

One sunny afternoon, as they relaxed in a quaint café, Jaehyun reached into his bag and pulled out a small, velvet box. He looked at Y/N, his eyes filled with love and nervous excitement.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he began, his voice steady but emotional.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as they watched Jaehyun open the box to reveal a simple, elegant ring. “Jaehyun...”

Jaehyun took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. “Y/N, you are my muse, my partner, and my best friend. We’ve created beautiful music together, and I want to continue creating a beautiful life with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears of joy streamed down Y/N’s face as they nodded, their voice choked with emotion. “Yes, Jaehyun. A thousand times yes.”

Jaehyun slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger, his hands trembling with happiness. The café erupted in applause from the other patrons, who had been watching the proposal with bated breath. Jaehyun pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

Their wedding was a celebration of love and music, a reflection of the journey that had brought them together. Friends, family, and fellow musicians gathered to witness their union, the air filled with joy and melody. Jaehyun and Y/N exchanged vows, promising to support and cherish each other through all of life’s crescendos and decrescendos.

As they stood before their loved ones, hand in hand, Y/N looked at Jaehyun, their heart full. “You are my everything, Jaehyun. With you, I’ve found my voice and my heart.”

Jaehyun smiled, his eyes shining with tears. “And you, Y/N, are the melody to my soul. Together, we’ll create a symphony of love that will last forever.”

The music swelled, carrying their promises into the future. Their journey was just beginning, a beautiful composition of love, passion, and shared dreams.

Years passed, and Jaehyun and Y/N’s love story continued to unfold, each chapter filled with new melodies and harmonies. They traveled the world, sharing their music with audiences far and wide. Every performance, every composition was a testament to their bond, their shared passion echoing through concert halls and hearts alike.

One evening, after a particularly memorable concert in Paris, Y/N and Jaehyun sat on the balcony of their hotel room, the Eiffel Tower glittering in the distance. They reminisced about their journey, the highs and lows, and the music that had defined their lives.

“Do you remember our first performance together?” Jaehyun asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.

Y/N smiled, leaning into Jaehyun’s embrace. “I do. It feels like it was just yesterday. That night changed everything.”

Jaehyun nodded, his eyes reflecting the city lights. “It did. And I wouldn’t change a single moment of it. You’ve given me so much, Y/N. Your love, your talent, your heart.”

Y/N looked up at Jaehyun, their heart swelling with affection. “And you’ve given me the world, Jaehyun. With you, I’ve found my purpose, my passion. Together, we’ve created something beautiful.”

Jaehyun kissed Y/N gently, their connection as strong as ever. “Here’s to many more years of music and love, my heart.”

As they sat together, the sounds of the city blending with the memories of their shared journey, Y/N and Jaehyun knew that their love story was a masterpiece. Their music, their hearts, and their souls were forever intertwined, creating an eternal symphony of love that would echo through the ages.

[mizuki-nautilus]

Color me - Malleus draconia x reader

[Y/N] spent many late nights walking in the woods with Malleus, and as a result, she received an abundance of gifts from him with love. Wanting to reciprocate his tender gestures, she decided to express her love by painting a portrait herself. However, her efforts were met with unexpected interference from a curious onlooker.

When it comes to the formidable Malleus Draconia, some may worship him, while others quiver in fear at his mere presence, some foolishly cling to their hatred towards him. But for [Y/N], her adoration for him burns with an intensity that rivals the brightest of stars. As she and Malleus grew closer, spending countless late nights together walking in the woods, she found herself the recipient of many treasured gifts from him. From a beautifully crafted hairpin to plush stuffed animals, a painted music box to a towering 5 meters long gargoyle that now proudly adorns her Ramshackle dorm, each “small” token of his affection was a testament to their deepening connection and the passion that coursed through his veins.

Though [Y/N]'s heart brimmed with joy at each gift bestowed upon her by Malleus, an overwhelming sense of guilt weighed heavily upon her. She yearned to express her love for him in the same grand gestures he so effortlessly displayed, yet found herself unable to reciprocate in kind. Despite her attempts to voice her feelings, Malleus would always reassure her, telling her that these tokens of affection were mere trifles compared to the boundless love he held for her. He urged her to accept them with an open heart, and relished in the delight they brought her. But despite his words, [Y/N] couldn't help but feel that she should do more for Malleus, to show him the depths of her own devotion.

Driven by her love for Malleus, [Y/N] poured every ounce of her being into her latest masterpiece. Though she lacked the means to lavish him with extravagant gifts, she knew that with each brushstroke and stroke of color, she could create something that would touch his heart in a way that no material item ever could. Day after day, she toiled away, putting her heart and soul into the canvas, determined to create a painting that would capture the essence of her love. With each stroke, she imbued the work with the passion and adoration that she felt for Malleus, hoping that the finished piece would bring him even a fraction of the joy and happiness that he had brought to her.

After what felt like an eternity, the final stroke of [Y/N]'s brush fell upon the canvas, and with a deep sense of satisfaction, she knew that her painting was complete.

She carefully placed the oil painting in a serene corner of her Ramshackle dorm, leaving it to dry in solitude. As she stepped back to admire her creation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her.

After completing her masterpiece, [Y/N] decided to take a relaxing bath. As she gathered her things and made her way back to the bathroom, she was suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched voice. It was Grim, appearing out of nowhere and demanding her attention like a mischievous toddler.

"So, you've finally emerged from your cocoon, [Y/N]? What took you so long?" he exclaimed, his frustration evident. "You spent months in there! What was the amazing me supposed to do without my minion?"

[Y/N] let out a weary sigh, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "I was working on something," she replied, trying to placate Grim's curiosity.

"Working? What could you possibly have been working on for so long?" Grim inquired, inching closer to [Y/N]. "Now you've got me intrigued. Is it something for the great and powerful me?"

Despite her weariness, [Y/N] couldn't help but smile at Grim's childish antics. She shook her head and chuckled softly, knowing that Grim would never change.

"I didn't paint something for you this time, Grim," [Y/N] declared, a slight pink hue creeping onto her cheeks. "I actually made something for Tsunotarou. I've been wanting to give him a gift for a while now and thought that painting something would be a nice idea." She spoke softly and shyly, hoping that Grim wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

But to her dismay, Grim's expression turned angry. "You dared to not paint me first, [Y/N]!" he exclaimed. "If you wanted to spend your time painting something, you should have been working on a masterpiece for me! However, I suppose I can let this offense pass if you show me what you painted."

[Y/N] firmly shook her head. "Absolutely not. This painting is meant for Tsunotarou only, and I won't show it to anyone without his consent," she declared. Grim continued to protest, "Don't be so stingy, just show me the painting!" [Y/N] sighed and replied, "Grim, no. This is not something I want to share with you. If you behave and leave my painting alone, I promise to paint something for you in the future."

Grim wore a vexed expression, but couldn't resist adding with a sly grin, "Very well then, I will let this slide, but on one condition - you must paint me wearing a crown, seated above all of my minions! Hehe!" Exhausted by Grim's antics, [Y/N] reluctantly agreed to his demands. As Grim left, [Y/N] turned back to him and warned sternly, "And don't even think about trying to sneak a peek at the painting, Grim. I've already told the ghosts not to let you in."

Grim scoffed and muttered under his breath, "Of course I won't peek, [Y/N]. Don't be so paranoid." But, as expected, [Y/N]'s following days were filled with keeping Grim away from her painting room. Grim, being the sneaky devil that he was, made it challenging for [Y/N] to prevent him from sneaking a peek at the painting.

After days of patiently waiting for the paint to dry, [Y/N] felt a sense of excitement and joy, knowing that the painting was finally ready to be presented to Malleus. She wanted to make this moment special and unforgettable, so she decided to plan a picnic in the garden. With great care, she wrapped the painting in a beautiful cloth, eager to reveal it later that night. As she left her dorm room, she felt a sense of relief as she locked the door, knowing that Grim would not be able to get in.

However, despite her efforts to keep Grim out, [Y/N] underestimated the determined little asshole. Grim managed to create a tiny opening in the ceiling and sneak into the room unnoticed. As he gazed upon the painting in awe, he couldn't help but express his surprise. "I knew [Y/N] liked painting, but who would have known that she was so talented?" he mused, approaching the artwork. "She really sees Tsunotarou as a prince, huh? So cheesy~ Nyahahaha!" But then, in a moment of excitement, Grim made a grave mistake. He reached out and touched the painting, leaving a mark where his paw had been. Grim's face went pale as he realized what he had done.

Grim's forehead glistened with sweat as he exclaimed in distress, "Oh no!" He tried to act nonchalant by insisting that it was just dirt and nothing to worry about. Using his other paw, he attempted to rub off the mark he had left on the painting, but to his horror, it only made things worse. As his anxiety rose, he made every effort to clean the painting, but with each attempt, he only seemed to worsen the damage.

Frantically searching the room for a solution, Grim's eyes landed on the oil paints. "If I can't remove the dirt, I could just paint over it," he thought to himself, confident in his painting abilities “I mean how hard could it be for the boss of the dorm” . Without a second thought, he began brushing strokes of paint onto the canvas. After some time, he stepped back to admire his work and chuckled to himself, "See, it's like nothing ever happened. [Y/N] will never notice the difference, nyahaha!" He covered the painting once more and left the room, leaving no trace of his entry.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the gardens, [Y/N] felt her heart flutter with excitement. She had spent the entire day preparing for this special moment, determined to make it a night to remember. With delicate care, she packed the picnic basket with delectable treats fit for a king, ensuring that each item was lovingly selected with Malleus in mind. As she arranged the tablecloth and utensils, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of sharing this romantic evening with her beloved.

But that was not all. For [Y/N], this night had to be perfect, and she spared no effort in creating an atmosphere that would leave Malleus breathless. She had placed candles all around the picnic area, creating a soft and intimate ambiance that would make the stars themselves envious. And as she cooked the dinner, the enticing aroma wafted through the air, tempting her taste buds and heightening her anticipation.

But the real pièce de résistance was the ice cream cake, a dessert so exquisite that it could only be described as heavenly. [Y/N] had spent hours preparing it, pouring all her love and affection into every delicious layer. She knew that Malleus would be impressed, and the thought of seeing his reaction made her heart race.

Finally, as the last rays of sunlight disappeared, [Y/N] put the finishing touches on the picnic and waited for Malleus to arrive. She could hardly contain her excitement, eager to share this romantic evening with the one she loved.

The night was starry, and the moon shone brightly in the sky. Malleus arrived, dressed in a sharp suit that made him look even more dashing than usual. [Y/N] couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat as he took her hand and led her to the table. He pulled out her chair and helped her sit down, making her feel like the most special person in the world.

As they sat down to dine, [Y/N] had prepared a feast fit for royalty. The succulent aroma of the food filled the air, making Malleus's look tenderly into her. They started with a light and refreshing salad, followed by a succulent main course that left them both feeling satisfied and content.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, their eyes locked in a gentle, loving gaze. They talked about their dreams and aspirations, their likes and dislikes, and their future.

As the night wore on, the air was filled with soft music that added to the romantic ambiance. Everything seemed to fall into place, and [Y/N] felt as if she were living a fairytale. The ambiance was perfect, the food was divine, and the company was enchanting. It was in this idyllic moment that [Y/N] decided to take things to the next level and add a touch of magic to the evening. With a delicate blush adorning her cheeks, she reached for the painting she had poured her heart and soul into.

Her eyes sparkled with an ineffable love as she spoke softly to Malleus, "My dearest Tsunotarou, you've always told me not to worry about repaying the gifts you gave me. But I simply couldn't resist the urge to create something special for you. I may not have much to offer, but I've worked tirelessly on this painting, it is my sincerest hope that you adore it as much as I adore you."

A hush fell over the garden as both of them stood frozen, transfixed by the sight before them. Not a single muscle could stir as they took in the defiled painting that [Y/N] had poured her heart and soul into. A maelstrom of emotions churned within her - despair, anger, disappointment, and a gnawing worry about what Malleus might be thinking of the painting. She cast a troubled glance at Malleus, whose stoic expression was as inscrutable as ever.

Anxiety gripped [Y/N] as she fretted over the possibility of having offended Malleus with the botched painting. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she summoned the courage to speak, "Mal, I'm so sorr--"

Before she could finish her sentence, Malleus interjected with a deep, resonant voice, "Oh, my child of man. You have no idea how this painting makes me feel." He let out a wistful sigh and slowly closed his eyes before continuing, “This painting is the most exquisite masterpiece I have ever beheld.” The words tumbled out of him like a cascade of pure adoration, his love for the painting - and for [Y/N].

[Y/N] stood there, utterly stunned. All she wanted was to come clean and confess that the painting before them was not the one she had worked so tirelessly on. She longed to lay the blame at Grim's paws.

But as she gazed into Malleus's adoring, bright eyes, something within her shifted. She couldn't bear to shatter his illusion, to reveal the truth and tarnish the moment they were sharing. At that moment, Malleus was so utterly enraptured by the painting that [Y/N] knew she could not take that joy away from him.

And so, with a heavy heart, she swallowed her words and kept the truth locked deep within her. She knew that she would have to deal with the consequences of calling this painting hers eventually, but for now, she simply wanted to bask in the warmth of Malleus's love and the beauty of the painting they both watched.

“I’m really glad you like it”.

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Fun facts

Proudly hanging in the grand hall of Diasomnia, the painting stands as a symbol of beauty and artistry. Every student who sets foot in the dorm is met with its stunning visage, suspended majestically above them.

Whenever someone inquires about the painting, Malleus's heart swells with pride. To Malleus, the painting is more than just a work of art; it is a reflection of the bond he shares with [Y/N].

Upon seeing the painting, Sebek almost died. However, as soon as Malleus professed his love for the artwork, Sebek became its most ardent defender. He vowed to protect the painting at all costs and to confront anyone who dared to speak ill of it.

Lillia was immediately drawn to the new and exciting "Impressionist" art movement, shortly after he was eager to commission [Y/N] to paint them a family portrait.

Silver actually enjoys the painting, as it brings forth a warm and cozy feeling within him.

Author's note

Hi there! I also enjoy drawing, and I actually created both portraits specifically for this fanfic. Although I must admit, I can't quite draw Malleus as spectacularly as Yana-sensei does, but I hope that my artwork brings a touch of humor to the drabble.

[soob1nn]

MY FAMILY - HOGWARTS DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

masterlist - main masterlist

In this space, I'll introduce you to the wonderful cast of characters in my DR world, a mix of canon figures and unique creations. They're all an integral part of my journey, and I can't wait to share their stories with you.

REMUS JOHN LUPIN - MY FATHER

My father holds a special place in my heart; our relationship is defined by an extraordinary closeness that transcends the ordinary. His sweet disposition is a cornerstone of our connection, and his unwavering support and love create a strong, un breakable bond between us. Beyond his innate kindness, he possesses a remarkable quality -that of being an exceptionally listener. When I confide in him, it’s as if he has an innate ability to understand and truly hear every word.

Morover, his intelligence shines brightly, illuminating his every action and conversation. He not only imparts wisdom but also embodies it, making him a role model and guide in my life. Ot’s no wonder that he holds the esteemed position of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, where he imparts his knowledge and wisdom to aspiring witches and wizards, sharping their destines in the magical world.

NYMPHADORA TONKS LUPIN - MY MOTHER

She is my mother, a presence in my life that I hold dear. While our connection is strong, I must admit that my days at Hogwarts have me spending more time with my father, who teaches there and is a constant presence in my daily life.

Tonks, is not only exceptionally sweet but also an extraordinary mother. Her love and care are boundless, and she dedicates herself to ensuring my well-being and happiness. Her intelligence is evident in the wisdom she imparts, and her guidance has been invaluable in shaping my life.

Though I may not see her as often as I do my father, she remains an enduring influence on my life, a beacon of love and wisdom.

EDWARD REMUS LUPIN - MY BROTHER

Edward Remus Lupin is not just my brother; he's my identical twin, and our connection runs deep. While I'm sorted into Hufflepuff, he's proudly donned the colors of Slytherin, and our sibling rivalry often bubbles to the surface.

Edward is undeniably sweet, but there are moments when I could happily throttle him, a testament to the love-hate dynamic that exists between us. Our fights are legendary, but beneath it all, there's an unbreakable bond forged in shared secrets and childhood adventures.

He never lets me forget that he's three minutes my senior, a fact he proudly flaunts at every opportunity. Edward is a lover of both the night and revelry, often seen enjoying a smoke or partying with friends.

Yet, perhaps his true passion lies in the gentle caress of piano keys, for music is his refuge and muse. He pours his heart and soul into those ivory and ebony notes, weaving emotions and stories with each melody. Despite our differences and bickering, I can't help but admire his dedication to his music.

[laputaindefrenchgirl]

and i'll forget you but i'll never forgive you.

This is love letter to Taylor's latest album, The Tortured Poets Department : The Anthology, which is an absolute masterpiece.

I don't know here I'm going exactly as I'm writing this, but I have a strong intuition that some things need to be said. I need to, at least. I spent a major part of my late teens listening to Taylor Swift's music and when Red came out in 2012, that was it for me.

The Tortured Poets Department holds the standard of greatness even higher if that was possible. It is written about all these things that we imagined, lived, went through, and survived.

Taylor is a Cancer Moon (so am I), and it is in her 8th which is linked to transformation, sex and legacy. As I studied astrology (still do), I realized that the power of a Cancer Moon is linked to feeling the absolute truth, even more as an artist. It's a powerful placement, which might seem petty to some idiots, but it is not because it's coming straight from the heart. If there's thing one thing that I love the most about Taylor, that is her powerful writing. It's incandescent, it's pure, it is real.

I'm writing poetry in my bedroom everyday, and it's both inked with my tears and drops of my blood straight from my heartbeat. I'm passionate about all that lived, am living and what the future holds for me. The words are pouring and my strong solar powerful self cannot keep it bottled up. This is selfish. This is selfless.

Back to TTPD, the fact that she wrote Guilty As Sin? is so important to me. The ? is soooo relevant because it's asking for validation. When she writes

He's a paradox I'm seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?

I cannot help but absolutely get it. What is imagined can be created, so am I guilty for it? It's a daily thing of what am I to do with all these fucking feelings. Sometimes I'm feeling even more culpable for not having lived any of these things, what I felt in my dreams, but it's so intense, so I question further, are they visions?

I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss How I long for our trysts Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

It always felt funny to me how as women we can barely articulate our fantasy without feeling a hint of shame. For men, it's different. Their obvious sexual needs uphold the eventual shame that could come with the act of imagining something that never did or will never happen. It's not to be questioned. I never truly understood why unless the fact that we are living under a patriarchy? Yet that never stopped my subconscious to be feeling the ghosts of his fingers and how they can be my salvation, I know it in a deep intricate way. It's a soul connection, it's a pretty sight, it's more and it's getting difficult to speak about it without sounding like a poetess from the 1700s or Maria Callas.

The song that instantly stood out to me in this album is Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? and every verse, oh my.

So tell me everything is not about me But what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me But what if they did?

Each time someone did hurt me, they somehow always end up using that line "everything is not about you" but what if it is, in the most heart-wrenching way? Some of us just are in the spotlight for whatever reason, and it is truly not up to us to change the intensity of the lightning. It's shameful to make us wear that burden. So yes, it is about me, it always was, and now, you want me to go away? Once you get that, there's nothing to fight for anymore.

"Who's afraid of little old me?" I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean

It's a thing that I feel in my heart of my heart. I don't wish anyone wrong but I have to fight back so many times, in the end they have to own the fact they made me this monster they judge. I won't let you get away with it. It's not bitter, this is justice. It's too easy for them to just break my heart time after time and then to come back as if I was what I acting the way I was for no reason. No, no, no.

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

These lines hit a little too close. I always cry in silence when I'm bleeding, figuratively or not, or/and when i cry out of pure rage they look at me as if it was a fucking play. Slurring "she's crying, playing the victim, begging to be the center of attention" and I can't help but feel theirs arrows piercing my skin once more.

Who's afraid of little old me? Well, you should be.

I have been doing multiples therapies, and I always feel stuck with the concept of forgiveness. Maybe it's so hard for me to forgive others because I have never been forgiven. My insecurities make it hard for me to really know, but all I can say is that I don't want to forgive someone who's done me dirty and who will again. Fuck you.

The Prophecy is so beautiful. Sad, sorrowful and yet filled with the purest of light. You can't help but project yourself your very own prophecy. I know mine, I know mine. And how many times did I wish to change it for the curse of my strength to dim a little.

Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate

That faith, we're taught about in churches or any temples you'll grow with, a greater woman must have it but what comes when you can't find it? And I waited and waited and waited. I used to be afraid that I might have become the statue instead of finding the one that will make me believe in the magic of the universe.

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle Oh, but it's gone again And it was written I got cursed like Eve got bitten Oh, was it punishment?

The feminist subtext is powerful. Why is it always a woman who sins before a man could ever think of it? Silly. You think you wrapped your mind around the truth, and no, it's gone again. Pardon me sir, we are sinners, this is why we can't access to that holy view. Unless we are virgin and pure, obviously. Obviously.

I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said Please.

The in-between. Neither a sinner, neither the saint. Too much yet not enough. Begging is the last straw but it is human. My Cancer Moon understands that ; it is in my 9th house in my chart which the house of philosophy and wisdom. So when any sort of strong kind of emotion penetrates me, I tend to interpret it as the truth. I fight very often that idea, because it feels as if I would go mad if I do. I try to rely on others things than my emotions, but my instinct and my truth are often screaming in pairs. Please.

Down Bad is another song that hits the right spot. It caught me right on time on the already iconic "fuck it if i can't have him" because there is nothing more to say after that. Fuck it, really.

All your indecent exposures How dare you say that it's— I'll build you a fort on some planet Where they can all understand it

I think strongly that when you're in love, you don't have and don't want to anyway, justify this love to anyone but your lover (eventually). It's a sort of bonding that have been depicted, sung, written about and played, yet, when it happens to you, it feels like the very first time in the whole universe.

Tell me I was the chosen one Showed me that this world is bigger than us Then sent me back where I came from

Loneliness. So many things in the world are lonely, and love should not be one of them. Gods, could you believe that I have never been in love? I'm scaring myself. Imagine when I will be. I'm too intense.

The beats of I Can Fix Him (I Really Can) are so sexy. I felt the drums under my skin and it made insert myself into the story.

His hand so calloused from his pistol Softly traces hearts on my face

The perfect opposition, fantasy that a tough man can soften for you when he caresses your face. For some reason, I linked this to Wildest Dreams because if you know he's bad, you still want him in that golden age romantic scenario.

He had a halo of the highest grade He just hadn't met me yet

To be honest, this probably the trope that I dislike the most. The whole "let me heal him, he's bad but he will be good". If I take him bad then I don't want him to change. But I absolutely sunk into the whole vibe, the whole "what if" that I never let myself indulge in.

TTPD is about all the heartbreaks which we went through, and also the ones ahead of us. There's beauty in what is wrecked. There is truth into our secrets fantasy. There's nothing fair in being hurt for free. There's no forgiveness and yet there is healing. When you write your own story, you take back the narrative, and it doesn't have to be pretty or soft or fucking fun. It's your story and it is the greatest power of any poet or writer. You take back your power and you close the bloody seal, for now at least.

And also, let's speak about My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys because it is so sad how well Taylor spells what feeling used is like. How when they have what they want, they throw you away. So easily.

Cause he took me out of my box Stole my tortured heart Left all these broken parts Told me I'm better off But I'm not

Sometimes people eviscerate you so well that you seem to be empty after the affair. It can be a clean cut, or a messier one, but once what they took or worse, what I gave, is gone, it feels like the world is over for real. Nobody really stole my heart, but I gave it a time or two, and when they leave you empty handed, it's so ugly.

Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me

Ain't that the only road to be headed on? When you try by all measures to fix yourself and when they can't grab drink your soul or eat your heart anymore, it's over. The utopian desire that this man was healing too as you are healing yourself, but if he's not? He will miss me. For sure he will. Of course he will.

I am a creative, a burning sparkling little thing, and how could you I not realize sooner that my whole life is rooted in feelings? I have been so tough on myself. Listening to TTPD is the kind of process that reminds you that it's not only you that take all these invisible bullets. We all someway do. To be able to write about is freeing. This is the only act of letting go that I know.

am i allowed to cry ?

All these emotions, made up scenarios, really love stories, the laugh of your past lovers and the mistakes done in the middle, they are the beauty of the joy and despair you can find in The Tortured Poets Department. And more.

Thank you @taylorswift for making me shine, sing, cry, heal, and for inspiring me to write my own little stories as well. They wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where I've been raised neither. I'm inspired forever. Thank you for reading if you did. Until then. xx

-Audrey

[sunshinemoonsposts]

This is my first poor attempt at writing ,i wanted to be the part of the community that I have adored and been part of for quite sometime .♥️ Im nervous , but here goes nothing!!

As the sun sets down, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood, two young children raced down the sidewalk, their laughter echoing through the air. Harry and Y/N, childhood best friends, had been inseparable since they were old enough to walk. They shared a bond that transcended time and distance, and their adventures together knew no bounds.

From building forts in the backyard to exploring hidden paths in the nearby woods, Harry and Y/N were a dynamic duo, always seeking excitement and mischief. Their families lived just a few houses apart, and it seemed like destiny had brought them together.

As they grew older, their bond only strengthened. Harry's vibrant green eyes and Y/N's infectious smile were a sight to behold, and their friendship was the envy of their peers. In school, they stood by each other, supporting and cheering on their dreams and endeavors. They shared secrets, dreams, and fears, knowing that they had found an unbreakable connection in each other.

One summer evening, as they sat on the swings in the park, their feet lightly grazing the ground, Harry broke the silence, "You know, Y/N, I hope we stay friends forever."

Y/N grinned, pushing themselves higher on the swing. "Me too, Harry. We'll always have each other's backs, no matter what."

And they did. Throughout the years, Harry and Y/N faced the trials and tribulations of adolescence together. They navigated the awkwardness of middle school, celebrated each other's successes, and wiped away tears during heartbreaks. Their friendship was a constant, an anchor in the ever-changing tides of life.

In high school, as they entered their final year, Harry's passion for music took center stage. He spent countless hours strumming his guitar and pouring his soul into heartfelt melodies. Y/N, always the supportive cheerleader, never missed a chance to be in the front row at his performances, beaming with pride as she watched her best friend shine.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N found Harry sitting alone on the porch of his house, a contemplative expression on his face. She joined him, the patter of raindrops forming a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

"You seem lost in thought," Y/N said softly, giving him a gentle nudge.

Harry sighed, running his hand through his curly hair. "I've been thinking a lot about the future, Y/N. Music is everything to me, and I want to pursue it. But it's a scary path, you know?"

She nodded, understanding his fears and dreams. "You're incredibly talented, Harry. If anyone can make it, it's you. I'll be right there, cheering you on every step of the way."

His heart warmed at her unwavering support. "You really believe in me, don't you?"

"Of course, I do," Y/N said, her eyes locking with his. "You're my best friend, and I've seen the passion and dedication you pour into your music. Don't let fear hold you back, Harry. Follow your heart, and I'll be right by your side."

With Y/N's encouragement, Harry took the leap and pursued his musical dreams with relentless determination. He formed a band with a group of talented musicians, and together, they created a unique sound that resonated with audiences far and wide.

As Harry's fame began to grow, the dynamics of their friendship shifted. Tours, interviews, and late-night performances filled his schedule, making it challenging for them to spend as much time together as they used to. Y/N understood the demands of his career, but there were moments when she missed the simplicity of their childhood adventures.

One evening, after a particularly long absence, Harry surprised Y/N by showing up at her doorstep unannounced. He looked tired but excited to see her, and she welcomed him with a warm embrace.

"I've missed you," Y/N admitted, her voice soft.

"I've missed you too," Harry replied, his eyes reflecting a mixture of joy and remorse. "I never want our friendship to fade, Y/N. You're still my anchor, and I don't want to lose that."

Y/N smiled, feeling the weight of their shared history. "You won't lose me, Harry. We've been through too much together. But things are changing, and that's okay. We'll find a way to navigate this new chapter together."

And they did. Despite the demands of Harry's career, they made time for each other whenever they could. Even if it meant late-night phone calls or surprise visits during breaks between tours, their friendship remained a constant presence in their lives.

As the years passed, Harry's success continued to soar. He became a global sensation, selling out stadiums and earning accolades for his music. Y/N was his biggest fan, cheering him on from the sidelines, just like she had always done.

But beneath the glamorous exterior, Harry felt the weight of fame and the burden of expectations. The pressure to maintain his image and deliver hit after hit took a toll on his mental and emotional well-being.

One night, after a grueling tour, Harry found himself sitting alone in his hotel room, feeling a sense of loneliness that he couldn't shake off. He dialed Y/N's number, seeking the comfort of her familiar voice.

"Hey," she answered, her voice filled with concern. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm just tired, Y/N," Harry confessed, his voice wavering. "Sometimes, all this feels like too much."

Y/N listened intently, her heart breaking for her best friend. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Harry. You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what."

And just like that, Y/N became Harry's anchor once again, grounding him in the midst of his whirlwind life. Their friendship was a lifeline, a safe haven where he could be himself without any expectations or judgment.

As Harry's fame continued to grow, so did the rumors and scrutiny from the media. Speculations about his personal life made headlines, and Y/N couldn't bear to see him constantly hounded by the paparazzi.

One day, she confronted him about it, her voice filled with frustration. "Harry, it's not fair. They have no right to invade your privacy like this."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Y/N. It's just part of the deal, I guess. But it's exhausting, and sometimes, I wish I could just escape from it all."

"You deserve to have a life outside of the spotlight," Y/N said firmly. "Don't let them define who you are. You're more than just a celebrity, Harry. You're my best friend, and I love you for who you are."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at her, grateful for her unwavering support and understanding. "Thank you, Y/N. You always know how to bring me back to reality."

Their friendship continued to weather the highs and lows of life. They celebrated successes together and provided a shoulder to lean on during difficult times. No matter where their paths took them, they knew they could count on each other.

One evening, as they sat on a quiet beach, the waves gently lapping at their feet, Y/N leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "Remember when we used to dream about the future together?"

He smiled, the memories

[bts-0t-7]

Mountain of Threads

Pair: Jungkook x dancer F Reader

Summary: You discover a powerful connection and love between you and Jeon Jungkook. Through shared moments of vulnerability and exploration, you embark on a journey that transcends boundaries - creating new stories and a forever-intertwined bond.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader

Chapter Warnings: None

WC: 662

The air crackled with anticipation as you stood on stage, the spotlight illuminating your every move. Like the water, your body movements flowed together as one. As the music swelled, you danced with passion, pouring your heart into art. And in the crowd, Jungkook watched, his gaze filled with awe and admiration. The wonder on his face - mouth gaping wide open, staring at your entrancing movements - not moving a single inch.

After the performance, you caught him in the back rooms - a shy smile tugging at the edge of his lips. He hesitantly approached you, speaking with sincerity. "You are a talented dancer, Y/N. That dance was really a masterpiece."

A blush crept up your neck as you ducked your head, replying, "Thank you, Jungkook. Coming from you, it really means a lot."

Jungkook's eyes sparked with a mixture of humility and determination. "The dedication you put into your craft is amazing. Amazing and obvious and really inspiring." His eyes grew bigger as he gasped. "I should go write songs now then!"

His infectious laughter spurred your own and you laughed along, enjoying the easy-going air between you two. At that moment, a connection formed - through shared dreams and the pursuit of excellence. It was a recognition of each other's passions, dreams, and hope - a deep understanding that they have the power to shape lives.

As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, you found yourself spending more and more time with Junkook. Through shared practices and late-night conversations in the convenience store, you discovered a one-of-a-kind kindred spirit - one that relays the unspoken language of your hearts.

Together, both of you trekked up the mountain of growth and explorations, pushing each other to reach new heights. There were many moments of frustration and exhaustion - many questionable times on whether this connection is worth the fight - but they were always eclipsed by the unwavering support and encouragement you received from Jungkook.

Late one night, standing on the rooftops of his house, the both of your gazed at the stars. The both of you were silent for a long while, before Jungkook turned to you, eyes filled with determination and an underlying…fear. “Y/N, I’ve watched you become stronger and more confident every day. Your passion and drive have always inspired me to be a better version of myself.”

Warmth spread through your chest as you smiled at him. “And you, Jungkook. You have also pushed me further even when I think that I have reached my limit, allowing me to explore new boundaries and embrace challenges.” You turned back to look at the stars, continuing, “You truly have an incredible ability to light up a room with your presence.”

Jungkook’s cheeks tinted with a blush as he chuckled. “Thank you, Y/N. Your belief truly means a lot to me.”

At that moment, the world seemed to shrink, leaving just the both of you on the rooftop - a space where dreams collide and love blossoms. Jungkook’s hand reaches out, his fingers gentry intertwining with yours as if to solidify the connection between your souls.

With a bated breadth, you leaned in, lips finding Jungkook’s in a tender kiss. It was a moment that encapsulated all the unspoken emotions swirling between you. It was a dance of vulnerability and trust, a stepping stone toward a love that transcends all boundaries.

From then on, your strings intertwined as your journey continued, hand-in-hand. Through the ups and downs, the peals of laughter and the tears, you discovered a love both so powerful and tender - one that has defined even the most complex emotions in every situation; one that defied expectations and blossomed beyond the confinements of the stage.

In Jungkook’s embrace, you found a partner who would always push you to be the best version of yourself as you would for him. Together, the both of you soar beyond boundaries, embrace the unknown, and continuously create a story that your forever be etched in your hearts.

[olderwomenaremyfavs]

🌟🎸✨ So, guess who just won 1st place in both stage performance and sight reading with my band?! 🎉🎶🏆 We absolutely crushed it and I couldn't be more proud of our teamwork and dedication! 🥳🥳🥳

From the moment we hit the stage to the final note of our sight reading performance, we poured our hearts and souls into every moment. The energy, the passion, the connection between us and the music... it was truly magical. 🌟🎶

I'm still buzzing with excitement and wanted to share this incredible achievement with all of you! This win is a testament to the countless hours of practice, the unwavering support of each band member, and the love we have for creating music together. 🎵💖

Thank you to everyone who has been a part of this journey and believed in us! Here's to many more victories and unforgettable musical moments ahead! 🎉🎸✨ #1stPlace #BandGoals #MusicIsLife 🎶🌟

@ghastlygraves

[lynnettys-world]

Hey everyone, it's Lynnetty here, but you can call me Lee! I'm diving into the world of Tumblr for the first time, and I couldn't be more excited to connect with all of you and share stories.

Let me give you a little peek into who I am. I come all the way from Africa and I'm a few years old (let's keep that a mystery for now, shall we? 😂). I have a deep passion for reading and writing stories. I'm always eager to explore new talents, whether it's art, dance, sports, you name it. Oh, and one more thing, I'm pretty open to questions, but just a gentle reminder to be mindful of sensitive topics. I want to create a safe space here, not just a typical blog but a place where we can uplift each other and make everyone feel welcome.

Now, let's talk about my love for Kpop. I stan multiple groups, but my heart will always belong to BTS. Some may wonder why BTS holds a special place in my heart. Well, there's this misconception that if you're a BTS fan, you're either new to Kpop or just trying to impress others. But for me, BTS has been more than just a music group. Their songs have touched me in ways I can't fully explain right now. Thanks to the seven incredible members, I've learned to love myself more and see the world from a different perspective.

Despite my deep love for BTS, I'm actually quite diverse when it comes to music. I appreciate good music across all genres. As long as the vibe is right, I'm all in!

When it comes to storytelling, that's where my heart truly lies. I love crafting both fiction and fanfiction. If you want to explore my writing, you can find me on Wattpad and Quotev. However, I'd recommend checking out my Wattpad account for the latest stories, as my Quotev account needs a bit of updating and reorganizing.

I'll be sharing my stories on Tumblr soon (once I figure out how this whole app works, haha!). I can't wait for you all to read what I have in store. If you decide to follow and dive into any of my books on Wattpad, I appreciate you stumbling upon my Tumblr account and joining me on this creative journey. Thanks for stopping by! 🌟

RULES:

1. Let's keep it positive and respectful - no room for hate speech, racism, prejudice, or any other form of negativity. We're all here to uplift and support each other, so let's spread kindness and love!

2. Treat others how you want to be treated - let's create a safe and welcoming space for everyone. Encourage each other, share your thoughts and ideas, and let's build each other up!

3. Sharing is caring - if you want to repost or any of my content on your account, just shoot me a message and get my permission first. And when you do share, don't forget to give credit where credit is due!

4. Respect the hustle - I pour my heart and soul into everything I create, so please don't take that away from me by stealing my work. Let's all be original and support each other's creativity!

5. Most importantly, have fun! This space is all about sharing and enjoying each other's company. So kick back, relax, and let's make some beautiful memories together ❤️

Thanks for understanding and following these rules! Let's make this space a place filled with positivity, creativity, and good vibes. Enjoy your time here, beautiful human! 🌺

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Beyoncé 👑 🐝 🤠

beyonce:

act ii COWBOY CARTER 3.29 Today marks the 10-day countdown until the release of act ii. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of the supporters of TEXAS HOLD ‘EM and 16 CARRIAGES. I feel honored to be the first Black woman with the number one single on the Hot Country Songs chart. That would not have happened without the outpouring of support from each and every one of you. My hope is that years from now, the mention of an artist’s race, as it relates to releasing genres of music, will be irrelevant. This album has been over five years in the making. It was born out of an experience that I had years ago where I did not feel welcomed…and it was very clear that I wasn’t. But, because of that experience, I did a deeper dive into the history of Country music and studied our rich musical archive. It feels good to see how music can unite so many people around the world, while also amplifying the voices of some of the people who have dedicated so much of their lives educating on our musical history. The criticisms I faced when I first entered this genre forced me to propel past the limitations that were put on me. act ii is a result of challenging myself, and taking my time to bend and blend genres together to create this body of work. I have a few surprises on the album, and have collaborated with some brilliant artists who I deeply respect. I hope that you can hear my heart and soul, and all the love and passion that I poured into every detail and every sound. I focused on this album as a continuation of RENAISSANCE…I hope this music is an experience, creating another journey where you can close your eyes, start from the beginning and never stop. This ain’t a Country album. This is a “Beyoncé” album. This is act ii COWBOY CARTER, and I am proud to share it with y’all!

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

Leah announces new album "The Glory and The Fallen"

Story

Hello! Thank you for stopping by to check out my Kickstarter campaign. I’m a homeschooling mother of five, entrepreneur, and independent artist from the Vancouver area of BC, Canada.

For as long as I can remember, music has been my passion and my escape.

Two years ago, I could feel new music blossoming in my heart, trying to break free - a calling I couldn't ignore. Despite the chaos of life's demands, I had to answer. I poured my soul into creating “The Glory and the Fallen”: a symphonic metal album infused with fantastical themes of epic battles, angelic warfare, and overcoming darkness.

Music has always been my reprieve in a noisy world. As a young mom, touring wasn't an option so I found a way to build my music career from home. It was far from glamorous.

Late nights composing after the house fell asleep, my days spent homeschooling my five kids and fighting through rejections from labels who said I'd never succeed without touring.

There were times I wanted to give up. Moments of seeming defeat where the obstacles seemed too vast. But your support kept me going and ignited!

With each album, my fanbase grew, and a vision emerged: to create music that transported listeners to other realms, gave them hope in times of struggle, reminding them they weren't alone. Your belief in me and my music made that possible.

For this album, I poured heart and soul into crafting an epic metal experience.

Tales of humanity's triumphs and failures. A call to rise up in hard times. A reminder of the light that is all around us.

This music was born from my life's passion and your unwavering support. Now it's ready to take flight. I hope you'll join me on this journey and help give voice to this musical story. Your pledge means the world. Let's launch this album together!

🎵 THE MUSIC 🎵

This album is a musical portal into fantastical realms of epic battles, angelic warfare, and overcoming darkness. The 12 tracks weave symphonic metal with Celtic, folk, and world music influences for a sound unlike anything I’ve created before.

Each song was born from visions that came to life in my studio—otherworldly times and places I felt called to explore. I hope this music transports you to those realms as it did for me in creating it.

The tracks on this album include (not in official order):

Archangel

Sleeping Giant

Before this War is Over

Victory

No More Fear

Little Stars

Speak to Me

Dream Voyage

Wings of Time

Revive

Glow

Unshakable

In addition to these 12 tracks, this Kickstarter campaign will feature an additional instrumental version of this album PLUS an additional album of multiple tracks that have been specially arranged for an ambient/non-metal version. 

We didn’t simply mute guitars & drums; we actually created brand new arrangements for each of the songs so they flow beautifully and in a new fresh way.  On the production/orchestration side for these non-metal versions, Oliver Philipps said, "In several cases, this was more work than the original song!"

Years of work have led to this outpouring of my heart and soul. I hope you'll join me on the journey of launching this album. Your support is what gives this music wings—together, let's bring these songs to life.

Album Credits

All songs written by Leah McHenry

Mixed & mastered by Tom Müller of Flatliners Studio

Produced by Oliver Philipps

Vocal Arrangements by Leah McHenry & Oliver Philipps

Artwork & layout by Giannis Nakos

Line Up & Guest Appearances

Lead vocals & keys: Leah McHenry

Guitars & Bass: Timo Somers

Drums: Sander Zoer

Orchestrations, programming, additional keyboard & guitars: Oliver Philipps

Harsh vocals on ‘Sleeping Giant’ & Bonus version of ‘Unshakable’: Mark Jansen

Additional violin on ‘Victory,' ‘Dream Voyage,’ and 'No More Fear': Dagda (Celtibeerian) 

Vocals on ‘Unshakable’: Elektra, Victory, Geneva (Leah’s daughters)

Vocals on ‘Victory’: Oliver Philipps & Timo Somers

Vocals on ‘Revive’: Syr

ALL INFORMATION IN HERE.