♫ "Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge But now I get along better with your friend.." ♫ { A Swing Fantasy..} -an H<3. Production¡! [ @/GINSJUICE ]

Taj was only sixteen, but she carried herself like someone who'd already lived a lot of life. The Bronx shaped her-row houses, corner stores, music spilling from open windows-but the church was where she felt safest. Her dad's choir was more than a place to sing; it was where her heart learned discipline, where her voice learned control, and where her soul learned how to feel music instead of just perform it. Coko and Lee Lee weren't just friends, they were family. Every Sunday they showed up early, robes a little too big, whispering and laughing until Taj's dad gave them that look from the choir stand. When they sang together, people in the pews would turn their heads. There was something special about the way their voices blended, like they were meant to find each other. Even back then, folks would say, "Those three girls? Yeah... they got something." After school, they'd cut through familiar blocks, bookbags slung low, dreaming out loud. Sometimes they'd head to Lee Lee's house, spreading notebooks across the floor, writing lyrics, practicing runs, pretending hairbrushes were microphones. Other days they'd just sit on the stoop, watching the city move, promising each other they'd make it out together. No matter what, they had a pact-no jealousy, no leaving anyone behind. Taj was the glue. When Coko got hot-headed or Lee Lee got quiet, Taj knew how to balance them out. She listened more than she talked, storing away everything she felt, turning it into music later. She didn't know it yet, but all those moments-late-night talks, choir rehearsals, Bronx streets humming with rhythm-were shaping the woman she was becoming.

"Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you.. Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes.." 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. (aaliyah haughton x male oc) (one in a million - self titled)

"Cause tonight is the night for feeling alright. We'll be making love the whole night through."

You got a jawline like a model You stay fresh from head to toe Got your own money, never borrow On your grind, I like your hustle But you're no good for me Cuz them pretty boys not pretty On the inside of they souls And even though I know you're bad for me I can't let go You're no good for me No, you're no good for me But I can't stay away No matter what they say I keep comin' back for that bad boy Even though I know you treat me bad, boy I can't stay away No matter what they say Even though you still treat me bad My dumbass keep on comin' back, no

Let's show the world you're my golden girl When we shoppin', they see us on the streets They say, "Son, scooped a hot one" You taste like banana cake You shaped like the number eight And you my number one candidate I can't lose you, it's like I'm bettin' in Vegas, crucial Sweatin', knowin' these players is wantin' you, Boo I get the chills when you in my sight Feels like it's meant to be right Thank God I found you I feel a rush when I kiss you at night! 🧡

"𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅!" 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐨-𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. "𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆." 𝑻𝑶 𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑺...𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

Two young women struggle to love each other while in the spotlight. Especially in a time where it could ruin ever.

"I could lose my heart tonight... If you don't turn and walk away.." "'Cause the way I feel, I might Lose control and let you stay.."

A heavy slow burn filled with heartbreak and a bittersweet ending. male oc x mariah carey daydream - onwards