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[chrissysdaydreams]

Prince fanart i made a while ago! 🎸 prince is one of my fav musicians, i love his music a lot. My favourite song from him is The Beautiful Ones and I Would Die 4 U, but to be honest, i love so many of his songs and my favs change depending on my mood. Like if im feeling sad like i have to let go and escape pain, i listen to Purple Rain. Anyway, this piece is mainly inspired by The Beautiful Ones :D

[mikaylajacksonnn]

me when i open tumblr to loads of new fics for me to binge read.. 😫

[xcvi-96]

[sunnyange1]

Every day I feel the urge to write an entire book expressing how much I love and appreciate this man

[sugarcoated-caramelmacciato]

this is a moment that will go down in HIStory (😏😏)

[lauren7050]

HIGHEST GROSSING BIOPIC EVER!!! 🗣️🗣️🥳

[sunnyange1]

okay, okay!

Maybe I checked the tags for Prince fanfics every hour. Just maybe, okay?...

We need more fanfics of him, we beg you! 😭

[yourlocalbarbecuechicken]

"Write it yourself!"

But what if I don't like reading my own writing?

What if I can barely get the satisfaction I get from reading other authors fanfics with my written works?

What if I have been "writing it myself," but I don't want to be the only one writing about it?

What if I just don't want to write? Not every person who indulges in fanfiction does so.

The quote above is still a valid response. Regardless, that doesn't mean we should use it to shoot down another person whose complaints and desires don't align with yours.

(Obviously, the complaints and desires I am talking about are harmless ones.)

The tags I will be using are mainly for publicity or media I have dabbled in.

[f0reverl0vertru3ly]

That part

[hispurplebadness]

[f0reverl0vertru3ly]

Purple prince

Pairings: Prince Nelson x Singer! Reader

Contents: y/n kinda delulu, cringe, rushed, impatient writing

Summary: You’re an artist at the 1984 Academy Awards nominated for music, and while you didn’t leave with an Oscar you did leave with an unforgettable encounter

A/N : THIS IS MY FIRST FIC, this is my first time writing any sort of fiction/ story, so pls bare with me and my writing moving forward, also apologies for this bc it deleted 3 times and i got upset..

You’re shifting uncomfortably on the plush maroon colored mentally complain on how you’ve been sitting to long, bored your attention from the speakers on the stage, to the bodies that filled the seat of the stadium of the event in front of you.

with the much impatient bounce of your leg as you are very much ready to just be home and out of the tight dress restricting your body.

Hearing the last words of the night coming from the stage, the place booms with applause and cheers echoing throughout the building as people stand from their seats.

You watch as people scatter, walking to wherever they go, whether its greeting those around them, congratulating, picture taking, or short conversations, you avert to pay no mind.

You bring yourself to stand clapping softly and looking around, gathering yourself and your manager who came to be a close friend

traveled you both away from where you were previously seated.

“Y/N cmon, let’s congratulate everybody” Lala (the nickname you have to her given randomly ) said to you without looking back, acting as a guide for you both.

she always encourages you to do thing’s to bring yourself out of your comfort zone, and to do things you get lazy to do, one of which is interacting with other’s, being because you just don’t always want to be around people

or don’t have the energy to talk, you try to be more out there, though you sometimes are, you just have you’re moments,

lala always give that push of encouragement you need for your introverted self.

With a quiet sigh you nodded even though she couldn’t see you, and for the next half an hour there’s a blur of greetings, painful polite smiles, goodbyes, and congratulations.

you had just finished a light and quick conversation with stevie wonder, the nominee you were up against and had lost too, with a grateful sigh for the nice conversation you wandered around in search for lala.

“Oh yeah she’s over here, please come she’s very nice and just love’s you! No need to be shy.”

A very familiar voice to you made you perk up from being heard just ahead of you,

“lala!” you voiced, making your way to where you’ve heard her,

“Y/N! Look who’s here to meet you.” and you looked, you looked and the smile you were wearing tightened, your brows raised in surprise, and your heart

dropped, cause standing before you was a shy man dressed in a dazzling purple sequin hooded sleeved cape that sparkled brightly when the light caught it just right,

the man you’ve been listening to on repeat and on your way here, was Prince.

“Hi Y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

Prince greeted quite shyly and almost quietly but yet was heard, his voice that deep octave it is, hand out raised to be shaken.

You took his hand while staring at his green captivating eyes, your mind racing with how perfect he looks in the flesh, how YOU are shaking his soft hand, how smooth his skin looks, wondering what he uses.

“Y/n this is Prince” lala’s voice

snapping you out of your thought’s in that blinding second,

“Yes i know, it very nice to meet you prince, and congratulations on tonight”

you spoke while quickly looking away from his intimidating searing eyes, letting go of his hand after speaking, but you felt him hold your hand in resistance for just a split second before

letting go, he didn’t look away from you like how you did him “ I hear you take a liking to my album? A big fan for when doves cry?” he asked while tilting his head, staring at you.

“Oh really? Well yes I like your album, when doves cry just really does it for me” you shrugged

after your statement, flashing lala an embarrassed glance for giving such information to prince.

“ Well I gotta say your song in that movie does it for me also” Prince admitted, repeating your words back to you with a nod, raised brows and a slight make shift smirk,

“yeah?” “yeah” you nodded at that with a bashful smile

“thank you prince that means alot” you looked back at him gratefully.

prince then stepped closer to you, leaning in as if he was telling a secret, placing a gentle hand on your arm

“ personally you shouldve gotten that oscar, I believe it should’ve been yours” prince quietly said to you, holding intense eye contact with you as he did.

You raised your brows more and nodded shyly “ oh please stevie was gonna get that Oscar regardless….but thank you, ‘tha means alot”

Prince nodded at your words, smirk widening,

“well i’ll leave you be now” he said backing up and giving you space

“ but you have a goodnight,i’ll call you later y/n” he finished, blowing a ‘kiss’ and backing away with a smile before turning hid body, walking towards his team and those he came with, leaving you in your spot brows furrowed in confusion.

“ oh i gave him your number” lala said casually, snapping your questioning mind out with an answer as if she has read them.

“ you did what!” you quietly exclaimed turning your attention towards her.

“You’ll thank me later, now you can finally go home let’s t go girl!” she smiled proudly, grabbing your arm and leading you towards the doors of where the car pick up is .

You didn’t reply to her, unbelievable, you don’t believe you’ll be getting any sort of contact from him, but deep down there’s a shred of hope that he’d call, don’t want to get up any hopes, so you push it down and take a deep breath.

You may have not ended the night with an oscar, but you did leave with a memory you won’t forget, and most definitely will be making many different scenarios of tonight.

GULP…how was that…k bye