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[joanne-woodwards]

Stevie Nicks backstage with Waddy Watchel, Benmont Tench, and the rest of her band during the first stop of the Bella Donna Tour in Houston, 1981

[mcr-themed-brain]

Currently watching the nightman cometh and ive always had beef with musical/play plotlines because as a theater technician.... where r the techies!!!! Who's moving the sets? Who's on the light and sound board? Who's the spotlight operator? WHO'S DOING THE RIGGING?? Do you people even have a stage manager???

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[snowrubies]

Language Barrier

Fem!reader x Twice (mainly Sana)

Genre: Extremely fluffy and comedic

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You speak Korean perfectly, but Twice doesn't know that.

"Again? You need better staff," you say into the phone, exasperated. Your friend works in sound design for various concerts and often calls you when yet another member of the culinary or courtesy staff flakes out or quits without warning. It’s not a particularly difficult job, and the pay is decent. Plus, waiting on celebrities can be amusing—you get to see sides of them most people don’t.

"Well, you live so close, and we both know you’re not exactly swimming in plans, loser," she shoots back playfully.

"Fine, fine. Time, place, and dress code?" you reply, already rifling through your closet for the outfit she convinced you to buy "just in case."

"Same concert hall as last time. Be there at 10 AM for setup. White shirt, black pants. Bring them to change into, so you don’t ruin your good ones. Hair and makeup are your choice, but trust me—you’ll want to look good." There’s a sly undertone in her voice that sets off alarm bells. She’s hiding something.

"As if I ever try to look bad in front of celebrities," you grumble, glancing at your bedside clock. It’s 8:30—barely enough time to get ready, grab a quick lunch, and make it downtown. "Well, at least this time I have an hour. That’s better than last time’s 'get here now' panic."

"I’m learning," she says with faux innocence. Then, softer, "Thanks for doing this. See you soon."

You hang up and spring into action. First, leggings and a basic T-shirt for the commute. You pack your good clothes—crisp white shirt, black pants, and the shoes she always insists are "fancy enough." Hair comes next: rollers for quick curls while you keep your makeup simple. Neutral eyeshadow, a touch of blush, a dab of highlight—just enough to feel put together without going full glam. You're not the one under the spotlight, after all.

Time slips away faster than you expect. By the time your hair is pinned loosely at the crown of your head—not a bun, too stiff—you’ve got only ten minutes left. No time for anything fancy, so you toss hot dogs and mac and cheese in the microwave. The true lunch of champions. It’s not exactly a Michelin-star meal, but you figure you’ll sneak some of the event catering later.

You scarf down what you can grab your phone, keys, and bag, and head out the door.

You saw the signs as you were pulling into the back parking lot of the space. Your friend had conveniently forgotten to tell you just who you'd be waiting on, or even exactly what you'd be doing. She couldn't exactly hide the giant LED billboard with nine beautiful women you definitely more than recognized on it advertising tonight's concert. Even if she could, once inside the backdoor of the venue there was a staggering amount of Korean people and Hangul posted on doors and in hallways that'd give you a clue. You sent her a quick text saying where you were so she could give you today's assignment, and so you could jump down her throat for not telling you you'd be waiting on Twice. Just your favorite girl group ever.

She found you backstage by one of the many different locked rooms. "Hey best frieeend," she drew out in a singsongy way going in for a hug.

You weaved out of her hold, " Oh no. You've lost hug privileges. When exactly were you going to tell me it was Twice?"

"I said you'd want to look nice," she giggled. All part of her master plan.

"You are the worst," you muttered, trying to sound angry despite the giddy energy coursing through you. "What am I even doing? Don’t tell me I’m stuck running drinks or something."

"Relax," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I may have mentioned you know Korean, so you’ll mostly be on standby in case they need anything. Food, water, minor stuff like that. You’re not serving tables or anything formal. Just be polite, stay professional, and don’t freak out."

"Freak out? Me?" you said with a nervous laugh. "Never. Definitely not having a full-blown internal meltdown right now."

"Good," she smirked, handing you a badge and a quick rundown of the evening. "You’ll do great. Oh, and try not to stare. They’re even prettier in person." With that, she spun on her heel and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone to process the fact that you were about to be in the same room as TWICE.

Taking a deep breath, you clipped the badge onto your shirt and adjusted your outfit one last time. Time to get it together. No fangirling. Just act cool, calm, and totally collected. Easy, right?

You refused to just sit and wait twiddling your thumbs until they arrived. You exchanged some pleasantries with the catering people and helped them set up snack trays and water bottles in the green room for Twice. They would be here soon for a sound check. Actual sound check, not the fake two to three-song warm-up open to the VIP fans. After that, they had some time to eat and in general hang around while getting their hair, makeup, and costumes done.

The green room looked cozy but professional, with plush chairs, a makeup station, and a neatly arranged buffet table laden with fruit, finger sandwiches, and those perfectly packaged snacks you always imagined celebrities lived on. The catering staff smiled appreciatively as you adjusted the placement of a tray.

You went to go change into your nicer clothes and tiny black kitten heels. You had just enough time to stash your bag somewhere out of sight before everyone started moving franticly.

The door to the green room creaked open, and in walked TWICE.

Nayeon led the group, her smile lighting up the room as she exchanged a few words with a staff member. Behind her, the rest of the group filed in, chatting amongst themselves in soft Korean. You froze for a moment, clutching a water bottle in your hand, trying to look casual as your heart raced.

“Wow, they really went all out for this,” Dahyun said in Korean, gesturing toward the snack table. “I don’t think we’ve ever had this much fruit before.”

Chaeyoung smirked. “Dahyun, you’d say that even if it was just an apple and a banana.”

Tzuyu leaned toward Mina, her voice soft and melodic looking at the monitor in the corner. “The stage lighting looks amazing, doesn’t it? It feels so warm.”

Mina nodded, her tone thoughtful. “It’s perfect. I think the fans will love it.”

They began to spread out, scanning the room and chatting in their small groups. You tried to stay focused, pretending to adjust the water bottles while listening intently.

“Excuse me,” a gentle voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up to see Sana standing a few feet away, a curious smile on her face. “Uh… water?” she asked in English, her accent charmingly thick as she gestured toward the bottles.

You quickly picked one up and handed it to her, forcing a polite smile. “Yes, here you go,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you,” she said brightly, taking the bottle. “Nice...” She motioned toward the snack table and gave you a small thumbs-up before returning to the group.

Meanwhile, Jeongyeon had wandered toward a catering staff member, her English more deliberate but clear. “This… for us?” she asked, pointing at the trays.

“Yes,” the staff member replied. “It’s all for you. Please help yourselves.”

Jeongyeon nodded, looking impressed. “Very nice. Thank you.”

Nayeon, ever the social butterfly, spotted you lingering by the table. “Hello!” she greeted cheerfully in English, making you jump slightly. “You… work here?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes. I’m just helping with the setup today.”

“Ah, good job!” she said with a grin, her Korean accent giving the words a playful lilt. “This… all looks very good.”

“Thank you,” you managed, heat rushing to your cheeks.

As they settled in, their conversations switched fluidly between Korean and broken English, depending on who they were speaking to. Jihyo exchanged a few words with the event coordinator about the schedule, effortlessly mixing both languages.

“Soundcheck… now?” she asked, her English with large pauses but clear.

“Soon,” the coordinator replied. “You have a little time to eat first.”

“Good,” Jihyo said, nodding firmly before turning back to the group to relay the information in Korean.

The room buzzed with warmth and activity, their laughter mixing with the casual chatter of staff members. You couldn’t help but feel awestruck by how approachable they were, even as global superstars. Every interaction, whether in Korean or English, only made them feel more human—and somehow, even more dazzling.

As the group began to relax, you continued tidying up the snack table, doing your best to stay invisible. But you couldn’t help overhearing their conversations—especially the ones you weren’t supposed to understand.

“Did you see her?” Sana murmured to Nayeon in Korean, her voice low but full of curiosity.

“Who?” Nayeon replied, leaning slightly toward her.

“That staff member by the table,” Sana said, nodding subtly in your direction. “They’re really pretty, don’t you think?”

Nayeon glanced at you for a brief moment, her eyes sparkling with amusement before she turned back to Sana. “Oh, I noticed,” she said with a sly smile. “They’re very elegant. It’s rare to see someone like that working backstage.”

Dahyun, catching wind of the conversation, leaned in with a mischievous grin. “What are you two whispering about?”

Nayeon waved her off playfully. “Nothing. Just admiring the staff here. Very organized, very… visually pleasing.”

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, overhearing as well. “Wait, are you all talking about them?” she asked, her tone teasing as she subtly gestured toward you. “Yeah, they’re cute. I noticed earlier.”

You kept your head down, pretending to focus on rearranging the water bottles, but your cheeks were burning. Hearing them talk about you like that, assuming you didn’t understand a word, made your heart race.

Mina joined the conversation with a small, approving nod. “I agree. There’s something… calm about them. It’s nice.”

Jihyo laughed softly. “You all sound like you’re picking a favorite contestant on a reality show. Be professional.” But even she glanced your way with a subtle smile, clearly not immune to the group’s observations.

Tzuyu, ever the quiet observer, finally chimed in. “They do seem kind,” she said simply, her voice soft but sincere.

Sana giggled, leaning closer to Dahyun. “Should we talk to them more? Maybe invite them to hang out later?”

“Stop it,” Nayeon said, feigning exasperation. “They’re working! Don’t make it awkward.”

You busied yourself even more, carefully pretending you had no idea what was being said, but every word made your chest tighten with a mix of embarrassment and giddy disbelief. They thought you were pretty. TWICE thought you were pretty.

“Do you think they know Korean?” Chaeyoung asked suddenly, tilting her head.

“Doubt it,” Dahyun replied. “They haven’t reacted to anything we’ve said.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. It took everything in you to keep your expression neutral, even as their words replayed in your head.

"Should we test it?" Chaeyoung asked. "Say something outrageous and see if she reacts?"

Jihyo came over and playfully slapped Chaeyoungs arm. "Don't be mean. She's probably just nervous. Leave her be."

She couldn't let it go. Chaeyoung wandered over to you. Your hands meticulously move bottles fractions of inches repeatedly. "You...very busy hun?" She managed in broken English.

You glanced at her, smiled politely, and nodded speaking slower than normal so she could catch more of it. "Yes, keeping things organized for you."

“Good,” she replied, her tone teasing as she switched back to Korean. “So professional. I think we’re making her nervous.”

“You’re making ME nervous,” Nayeon quipped, rolling her eyes. “Stop messing around. You’re going to scare her away.”

Sana, however, seemed utterly unfazed. “But seriously,” she said, her tone lowering as she addressed the group in Korean, “look at her hair and outfit. So well put together. Not to mention her face. It’s impressive.”

Dahyun smirked. “You’re really taken with her, huh?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Sana shot back. “It’s not every day you meet someone who looks like they walked out of a drama while setting up a snack table.”

This time, you couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at your lips. You turned your back to them, pretending to check on the fruit tray, hoping they didn’t catch the slight quirk of your expression.

“Did she just smile?” Momo whispered, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I think she might understand us.”

“No way,” Dahyun said, shaking her head. “She’s been quiet this whole time. Probably just coincidence.”

Still, the idea seemed to spark a new level of intrigue among the group. Jeongyeon, who had been sitting quietly, glanced at you and said in English, “You… like music?”

Caught off guard, you hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Me? Yes, I do. Your music is quite good.”

“Thanks,” she said simply, her smile warm but brief. Then she turned back to the group and said in Korean, “See? She’s nice and a fan. Let’s not overwhelm her.”

Tzuyu, who had been observing everything silently, finally spoke up. “Maybe we should invite her to the show later. Watch in the wings,” she said in Korean.

“Really?” Jihyo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why not?” Tzuyu shrugged. “It’d be a nice gesture.”

You pretended not to hear, focusing on folding some napkins, but your heart felt like it was doing cartwheels. If they followed through with that idea, how were you supposed to stay composed?

Sana waved you over pulled up her translator app and typed out, 'Would you like to watch the show from backstage?' but when the electronic voice read it out in English it came out as 'Do you want to see the show behind the scenes?'

You understood it regardless. You stared at her phone then back at her then back down again and just nodded thanking her. "Really? Yes, yes, please. Thank you."

Momo smirked. "Ok, that was adorable."

Sana grabbed your hands and smiled wide genuinely happy that you seemed so interested. When she let go you scurried back to behind the table blushing like a mad woman with your fingers twirling around each other.

"I stand corrected. That's the cutest thing I've ever seen," Momo said. "Look Sana, you made her all flustered."

You refused to look up now having a convenient reason to be blushy and shy. As you busied yourself with unnecessary adjustments to the napkin display, you could feel the weight of their gazes. The warmth in your cheeks was practically radiating at this point, and no amount of deep breathing seemed to help.

“I think we broke her,” Chaeyoung teased in Korean, earning a chuckle from the group.

“Stop teasing,” Jihyo said, though her tone was more amused than scolding. “She agreed, didn’t she? That’s enough for now.”

Sana beamed, her excitement palpable. “I’ll make sure she gets a good spot,” she declared in Korean, clearly thrilled at the prospect of including you in their world, even if only for a little while.

From your side of the room, you peeked up just in time to see Sana still grinning in your direction. It wasn’t the kind of smile you’d expect from a superstar—it was warm, sincere, and oddly grounding. You managed a small wave, which only seemed to delight her further.

As the group settled into their pre-show routine, the flurry of activity grew. Makeup artists and hairstylists began their work, and the atmosphere shifted into one of focused preparation. You tried to keep out of the way, but the occasional glance or kind word from the members reminded you just how surreal this moment was.

Eventually, Nayeon wandered over, her casual confidence as radiant as ever. “You okay?” she asked in English, tilting her head slightly.

“Yes,” you replied quickly, your voice a touch higher than you intended. “Thank you for asking.”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. “Good. Don’t let Sana scare you. She… very friendly.”

You chuckled softly, nodding. “I noticed.”

As the minutes ticked by, the group prepared to head to the stage for their private sound check. Just before they left, Sana turned back to you with a quick wave and an encouraging smile. “See you later!” she said in English, her words simple but filled with warmth.

You nodded, managing a quiet, “See you,” in return. As they filed out of the room, you finally allowed yourself to exhale fully. You leaned against the edge of the snack table, your heart still pounding.

As the green room emptied, the flurry of energy faded, leaving you in a blissful yet surreal calm. Twice had just been standing there, talking to you—not at you, not above you, but like you were part of the team. It felt too good to be true, but the slight ache in your cheeks from smiling confirmed that it was very real.

Still, the thought of being invited backstage for the actual concert was almost too much to process. You replayed Sana’s gesture in your mind—the way she grabbed your hands, her bright smile, the genuine excitement in her voice. It was the kind of thing you’d only dreamed about.

After the soundcheck, your friend finally reappeared, looking as smug as ever. “So? How’s my favorite ‘just helping out for the day’ staff member?” she teased, a knowing glint in her eyes.

“You set me up,” you accused, though there wasn’t much heat behind it.

“I did you a favor,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “Come on, you’re freaking out, aren’t you? You met Twice. They love you.”

You hesitated, debating whether to admit how much you’d overheard. “They were… really nice,” you said carefully. “And, uh, they invited me to watch the show from backstage.”

Her eyes widened, and then she burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’ve been here, like, two hours, and you’re already besties with Twice? That’s iconic.”

“Stop,” you groaned, but her laughter was infectious. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep it together. I mean, Sana literally held my hands, and Nayeon asked if I was okay, and—” You cut yourself off, realizing you were rambling. “I’m doomed.”

“You’re not doomed,” she said, grinning. “You’re lucky. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I know, I know. It’s just… overwhelming.”

“Well, get used to it,” she said, clapping you on the back. “Because you’re about to have the best night of your life.”

The hours passed in a blur. You helped with final preparations, making sure everything in the green room stayed tidy and well-stocked. The buzz of the venue grew louder as fans began arriving, their excitement palpable even from backstage. The Twice members returned briefly to grab drinks and snacks, their energy shifting into show mode.

Each of them had a way of preparing—Jeongyeon hummed quietly to herself, Jihyo went over notes with a staff member, and Sana, as bubbly as ever, flitted around the room, checking on everyone, including you. Every interaction, no matter how small, leaves you feeling more grounded in the moment as if this surreal experience was meant to happen.

Finally, it was time for the concert. True to her word, Sana guided you to a spot near the wings where you could see the stage without getting in anyone’s way.

“You okay?” she asked again, her tone light but genuinely concerned.

“Yes,” you replied, giving her a small smile. “Thank you.”

Her face lit up, and she gave you a quick thumbs-up before joining the others. Moments later, the lights dimmed, and the roar of the crowd filled the air. You watched in awe as the members took the stage, their presence electrifying. It was one thing to see them perform on a screen, but witnessing their energy, precision, and charisma up close was something else entirely.

From your spot, you could see not only the performance but also the little interactions between the members—the quick glances, the shared smiles, the subtle nods of encouragement. It was a side of them the audience rarely got to see, and it made the experience all the more special.

As the show went on, you found yourself completely immersed, cheering quietly from the sidelines and feeling a sense of pride for a group you’d admired for so long. When Sana caught your eye mid-performance and winked, you nearly melted on the spot.

By the time the concert ended, you were on cloud nine. As the members came backstage, still buzzing with adrenaline, Sana made a beeline for you.

“So? How was it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Incredible,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for letting me watch.”

She grinned, leaning in slightly. “You’re welcome. It was fun.”

Before you could respond, the rest of the group began filing in, offering you nods, smiles, and even a few casual “thank yous” in passing. Nayeon gave you a quick pat on the shoulder as she walked by, and Jihyo offered a warm, “Good job today.”

As the chaos settled and the members started winding down, your friend appeared again, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

“See?” she said, nudging you. “I told you this would be the best night of your life.”

The post-concert buzz was palpable, with staff bustling around to pack things up while the members of Twice cooled down, chatting amongst themselves. You stayed in your corner, observing quietly, savoring the memories of the night.

You were carefully arranging water bottles on a nearby table when chaos erupted. A loud crash sounded from the other side of the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of hurried footsteps. One of the backstage doors had been flung open, and a man—clearly not a staff member—was charging toward the group of idols.

Everything happened so fast, but instinct kicked in. You spotted him barreling toward Sana, whose back was turned. Without thinking, you shouted in Korean, "Be careful! Behind you!"

Sana turned just in time to see the man, her eyes wide with alarm. Fortunately, security was already on him, tackling him to the ground before he could get any closer. The room erupted in frantic murmurs, staff rushing in to ensure everyone was okay.

Breathing heavily, you looked around to see Twice staring—more specifically, at you. Jihyo was the first to speak, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "Wait… you can speak Korean?"

You froze, realizing what had just happened. There was no hiding it now. With a sheepish smile, you nodded. "Yes… a little."

Nayeon let out a loud laugh, slapping her thigh. "A little? You just spoke perfectly!"

Dahyun looked equal parts impressed and amused. "So, you understood everything we said earlier?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you ducked your head slightly. "Yes, I heard it," you admitted, bracing for their reactions.

Momo clapped her hands together, looking delighted. "Why didn’t you say anything? Do you know how awkward we were being?"

Sana stepped closer, her expression a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Then… did you hear when I said you were pretty earlier?"

You nodded, your face growing hotter by the second. “Yes, I heard that too.”

The group exploded into laughter, their teasing and playful remarks blending together. Jihyo shook her head, a fond smile on her face. "You’re amazing. You stayed so quiet this whole time."

Chaeyoung grinned mischievously. "So you did understand when I said something weird, huh?"

Trying to lighten the mood, you shrugged. "I was just trying to focus on my work."

Tzuyu smiled softly, her voice calm amidst the laughter. "And you protected us. Thank you."

Her sincere words seemed to settle the room, and Sana reached out to gently squeeze your arm. "Really, thank you. Because of you, nothing bad happened."

Though the teasing didn’t stop entirely, it took on a more affectionate tone. They were clearly impressed—and grateful. As the night wound down, you couldn’t help but feel like the bond you’d formed with the group had deepened unexpectedly and unforgettably.

The room gradually settled as the adrenaline from the incident ebbed away, leaving only the warm hum of conversation and soft laughter. You busied yourself by tidying up the snack table, partly to distract yourself from the knowing glances and teasing smiles still coming your way. Your face was burning, and you couldn’t meet their eyes for too long without feeling like you might combust.

Sana was the first to approach you again, her usual playful smile tinted with genuine shyness this time. She tilted her head slightly, clasping her hands behind her back as she hesitated before speaking. "Um," she started in Korean before switching to English. “You… very brave. Thank you.”

You waved your hands in front of you, flustered. "It—it was nothing, really. I’m just glad everyone’s okay."

Sana giggled softly. "No, you were really cool." She glanced back at the group, who were all watching the interaction with varying degrees of amusement and encouragement. “Uh… do you… have phone?” she asked hesitantly, her accent adorably thick.

You blinked, caught off guard. “My phone?”

Nayeon, who couldn’t resist jumping into the moment, called out in Korean. "You might as well ask for her number!"

Sana whirled around, her cheeks pink. “Unnie!” she scolded before turning back to you, her bashfulness now painfully evident. “I mean… number? For… talking later?” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, her confidence faltering.

Your heart was pounding as you fumbled for words. “Oh, um, yeah, sure. I can—yeah.” You pulled out your phone, your hands trembling slightly as you unlocked it and handed it to her. Hopefully, fast enough she didn't realize your wallpaper was her.

Sana quickly typed her number in, then smiled shyly as she handed it back to you. “Text me… sometime?”

Before you could respond, Dahyun chimed in with a sly grin. "Should we invite her to our group chat?"

Momo snickered. "Don’t overwhelm her."

“Maybe,” Sana said, glancing at you with a playful smile before joining the group again, leaving you standing there with her number saved in your phone and a heart racing faster than it probably ever had.

As the evening wound down and the group prepared to leave, several of them waved and offered warm goodbyes. Sana lingered just a moment longer, catching your eye as she gave you a small, almost nervous wave. "Good night," she said softly before disappearing with the others.

You stared at your phone again, the contact glowing on the screen like a dream made real. This was a night you’d never forget—and perhaps, the beginning of something even more extraordinary.

[celestialprincesse]

🎤♡

Luck Be a Lady closes out the night for you with cheers and claps and whistles from patrons who think that your performance is something special, uniquely for them, like it's not something you do every night (except Tuesdays) without fail. Same songs, same accompaniments, just different faces in the crowd. All but one. Although, technically John isn't in the crowd amongst his skeezy patrons, he's holed away up in a VIP booth which no one can access apart from him, listening to you sing over a bourbon from a bottle that probably cost more than your rent.

Tonight has been a more tiring one. You can already feel your throat getting tickly and sinuses getting blocked, no doubt a nasty cold coming in. The constantly changing sleep schedule and cold winter banished to he outside of the oddly cosy casino probably don't help matters, either. Upon slipping backstage, you can't help but yearn for a hoodie and some sweats, maybe some fuzzy bedsocks and a pint of ice cream to top it all off, but no luck when the stage manager gives you a quiet "Boss wants to see you."

"John." You acknowledge upon walking into his lavish office, all dark stained wood and buttery leather, plopping yourself down on the chair opposite his own - and regretting it instantly at the way it only increases your desperation to curl up and sleep somewhere warm tenfold. "Bird." Your boss coos back, already taking the initiative to flick on the kettle for you, make you something comforting. "Chamomile or green?" "Chamomile, please." You hum in response, letting your chin rest in the crook of your palm as you weakly attempt to stifle a yawn.

You nurse the sturdy mug between your palms when it's handed to you, revelling in the peace and quiet of Johns office, far from prying eyes and too loud noise, all whilst he pours himself another bourbon and settles in his own high backed office chair.

"You sang beautifully tonight." Johns voice is a low rumble that settles in your bones and warms you from the inside out. "You sing beautifully every night, but tonight you sounded especially lovely."

"Thank you, sir." The mug of tea is warm in your hands as you curl a little further in on yourself, letting your lashes flutter shut against your cheeks for just a blissful moment. "John." He corrects with an almost encouraging sternness which has a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, John."

"You mentioned changing the setlist last week." The nonchalant observation of your boss has your eyes opening, meeting his eyes so blue that you'd happily drown in them. "Don't look so nervous, Bird. You're the singer, I trust your judgement. Tell me more."

"I just think that - we tend to get repeat customers, right? The regulars who come most nights." John gives an encouraging nod, inviting you to continue as he takes a sip of the golden liquor swirling in his crystal glass. "We do the same setlist almost every night, and I just thought that maybe it'd be a good idea to switch it up from time to time - keep things fresh, keep the customers coming in."

"I'm listening."

"Obviously we keep in some of the classics - the signatures; Luck Be a Lady, Art Deco, Summertime. But maybe we could also do some other stuff too?"

"Like?"

At that you give a little noncommittal shrug, taking a sip of your own drink, inhaling the deliciously fragrant steam. It only lulls you deeper into your tiredness, your longing for a hot bath and the comfort of your bed.

"Fleetwood Mac, Nina Simone, Duran Duran. Stuff that people are familiar with, y'know?" "You've spoken with the band about this?" "Mhm." "Write me up a setlist and I'll sort it."

John gives you an affectionate smile as he withdraws a cigar from the leather case on his desk, a lighter appearing between his fingers not a second later.

"You mind, Bird?" "S' no bother." "You take the underground home, that right?" "Yes, Sir." "John, Bird."

You huff out a quiet little laugh at his insistence, but give him a slow, understanding nod as you sip away at your tea, letting it soothe the irritation in your throat and warm your bones.

"I'll have a car take you home." "Sorry?"

Your obvious confusion has a smirk pulling at the corners of Johns mouth, the sides of his eyes crinkling at the sides. His hand finds yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, affectionate.

"You're cold and it's snowing out. I won't have my Songbird getting sick. What kind of a man would that make me, hm?" "I have a coat - I can always take a cab." "Or you could just let me look after you."

After a few minutes of contemplation, weighing up the thought of walking the half hour to the tube station in shoes very much not made for this weather, or giving in and letting your very attractive employer get you home safe, you give a little nod, a tired, grateful smile angled his way. Wordlessly, John leans back in his imposing chair, legs opening slightly, one hand keeping his cigar between his teeth whilst the other pats the top of his thigh in a silent invitation. It's a tactical choice on his part, a gesture which you can easily ignore, or take him up on.

The sound of your shoes tapping across the floor hits you before your actions do, and yet you can't help but sag into the warmth of his lap, curl into the hand he places so carefully on your cheekbone like a contented cat. John replaces his cigar on the pretty glass ashtray in order to pick up his bourbon, raising it to your parted lips, tipping it gently back, letting the honey coloured alcohol warm your tongue.

"My grandma used to say that Whiskey cured colds." He hums, running his fingers through your hair with gentle reverence, happy to see you relax into the comfort he's wanted to provide you with for so long.

"People also used to say that lead made for good foundation." You quip back affectionately, yawning as you lean back into his touch, letting your head rest on his suited shoulder.

"Very funny, Bird."

[galaxysupreme17]

Alice Trial

Y/n = Your Name

Agathrio x daughter!reader

Alice Wu Gulliver x fem!Harkness!reader

A/n: The outfit above is Y/n's fit for the trial!

Y/n and Alice strolled back to the group, fingers intertwined, looking calm yet ready for what lay ahead. Agatha's face softened as she watched the two young witches approach. With a gentle nod to her daughter, she led the group to the house, where they paused before entering. Alice held Y/n's hand tightly, hanging back to let everyone else enter first.

Y/n turned to Alice, smiling reassuringly, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I'm with you, my love. You're not alone."

Alice gave a small nod, her eyes softened. "Thank you," she whispered. With that, Y/n gently pulled her inside.

The 70s-themed decor caught Y/n's eye immediately-faded colors, shag carpets, and floral wallpaper. If asked, she'd say the 70s were her favorite era. Before she could revel in nostalgia, Alice's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Don't drink anything. Don't eat anything. Don't. Touch. Anything." Alice's tone was serious, her eyes darting around the room.

Y/n chuckled, trying not to blush as she admired how stunning Alice looked in her retro outfit. "Got it, boss."

Rio raised an eyebrow, smirking at Alice. "Sounds like there's a story there."

Y/n rolled her eyes. The frustration of hearing her other mother began to bubble.

Agatha's delighted gasp drew their attention as she studied her reflection in a nearby mirror. "Oh, check me out!" She posed, making everyone laugh as they joined her, admiring each other's retro attire. Y/n smiled, loving her look until she felt warm arms wrap around her waist.

The teen spoke up, grinning. "We look like an album cover waiting to happen."

Y/n giggled, leaning into Alice. Eyeing the room thoughtfully, Lilia murmured, "The road changes for the coven."

Alice sighed, burying her head in Y/n's wild, brown curls. "The road isn't subtle."

Rio chuckled as she leaned forward. "So, what happens next?" Her grin was mischievous, prompting a faint eye roll from Y/n.

Y/n took a deep breath, looking back at Rio. "A test."

From across the room, Jen shot Agatha a stern look. "No cheating this time, Agatha."

Agatha raised her hands in mock innocence. "Who, me?"

Teen's hand shot up with a suggestion. "Last trial had clues, right? Maybe we look for some."

The group dispersed, everyone on edge but eager to solve the mystery. Alice stayed close, keeping her hand wrapped around Y/n's as they examined posters lining the wall. "Hey, Fleetwood Mac! Mom took me to see them in concert back in the real '70s. We even met Stevie backstage!" Y/n's face lit up as she shared the memory.

Alice watched her, the warmth in her gaze unmistakable. Y/n was her anchor, her love. She'd do anything to protect her.

They stopped before a faded photo of Lorna, a wave of unease washing over them. Y/n gently squeezed Alice's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "It'll be okay, my love."

But Y/n's focus shifted when the overhead speakers clicked on, and her stomach twisted. Standing by the booth, both her mothers were locked in a tense conversation. As Rio's voice carried across the room, a loud, distorted song began to play, making everyone flinch.

"What... is that?" Y/n shouted, clapping her hands over her ears.

"Sorry!" Teen cringed, fumbling with the speakers. "I thought it was a clue!"

Alice scoffed. "What made you think that?"

He held up a record sleeve labeled in bold letters, "PLAY ME."

Without missing a beat, Agatha seized the record player and smashed it, silencing the song.

"We've been cursed," Lilia muttered grimly.

A slow ticking sound started up from a metronome nearby. Rio pointed at it with a glint in her eye. "Looks like the trial has started." She chuckled.

"Why are you smiling?" Jen asked warily, stepping back.

"She's a tourist," Agatha and Y/n said in unison.

Jen grimaced. "More like a psycho," he muttered.

Alice sighed, adjusting her stance. "Anyone else feels...?" She paused, catching Y/n's gaze.

"What?" Y/n asked, concern flickering in her eyes.

"I feel... lighter," Alice murmured, just before a sharp pain seared across Y/n's shoulders. She cried out, collapsing in agony.

Agatha rushed to her side, frantic. "Y/n! Honey, it's okay. We're going to fix this."

Thinking fast, Alice grabbed a dagger from Rio and drew a protective circle, chanting in Latin. As soon as the circle was complete, she knelt beside Y/n, brushing hair from her face.

Teen stammered out ideas. "Breaking a curse... smudge sticks? A salt bath? Or, what if we track down the witch who cast it?"

Agatha shook her head, eyes narrowed. "Once vengeance is loosed, it can't be reined in."

"The only way to end a curse is to face it," Lilia added, pointing at Alice.

Just then, Jen dropped to the floor, clutching his shoulders in pain. Alice moved to him, repeating the spell she'd used on Y/n. Teen noticed scorch marks on Jen's skin and gasped, "Your shoulders!"

Agatha moved to inspect Y/n, gently brushing aside her hair to reveal similar burns. Her hand trembled as she traced them, causing Y/n to flinch. Y/n and Alice exchanged a silent look, each recognizing the scars.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed around them.

"What is that?" Jen cried out, alarmed.

Rio's voice rang out from the couch. "That's the curse."

Alice bolted over to inspect the shattered record, trying to piece it together. Agatha stormed over, grabbing Alice by the shoulders. "It's you, isn't it? You brought this here."

Y/n intervened, tugging Agatha back. "Leave her alone, Mama!"

Alice's composure crumbled. "I didn't think it was real... I thought it was me-that I ruin everything I touch, that I... couldn't save her." She glanced at Y/n, her voice breaking. With a shaky hand, she revealed matching scars on her shoulders. "I convinced myself they were birthmarks, like hers."

Jen's eyes widened. "Wait. A generational curse?"

"Oh, you poor thing," Lilia whispered.

"Poor us!" Jen snapped. "Now we're stuck with this ancient family curse!"

Alice's voice broke as she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Y/n clasped Alice's hand, offering silent reassurance. Just then, the curse surged again, throwing Teen across the room. The group scrambled to his side.

"Is he okay?" Jen called, hesitant to leave her circle.

Agatha sighed, exasperated. "Are you just going to live in that circle forever?"

"Maybe!" Jen muttered.

"What's the plan, Agatha?" Rio asked, her tone mocking.

Y/n glanced at a dusty set of instruments in the corner, an idea forming. "We have to play Lorna's Ballad."

"No!" Alice protested. "I'm not playing that song."

Agatha nodded, extending her hands. "All signs point to a jam session."

Alice groaned. "What good will it do? We opened the road by coming here."

"Lorna's version is different," Y/n urged. "She was a protection witch. She's trying to help you."

Agatha's voice was fierce. "You'd have burned to ash long ago if someone hadn't played that song."

The curse screeched, rattling them. "Alright, who's on piano?" Agatha barked.

Lilia shook her head, picking up the Zils instead. Jen reluctantly grabbed the guitar after Agatha pointed it at her.

"Jen!" Agatha snapped, rolling her eyes when Jen took her time.

Alice reluctantly took her place at the piano, with Y/n by her side and guitar in hand. Agatha's eyes met hers, and she offered a soft smile.

"Alice. Play it right, play it good, and maybe we won't die."

They launched into the song, and the curse reacted violently, searing Agatha. Y/n tried to run to her, but Agatha waved her off. "Keep playing!"

As they finished the song, the curse dissipated, its haunting presence finally gone. Alice rushed to Y/n's side, and they embraced, clinging to each other tightly.

A moment later, Teen collapsed, and they scrambled to help him. Y/n knelt by his side, heartbroken. He reminded her so much of her younger brother, Nicky.

"Jen! What do we do?" Agatha asked, her voice cracking.

"He's young, strong," Lilia began, only for Agatha to cut her off sharply. "Don't."

She turned to Rio, her voice softer. "Don't."

Rio, looking conflicted, turned her gaze to Y/n, who was desperately trying to use her magic to heal the teen, only to find it faltering.

"Jen, what do you need?" Agatha's voice was desperate.

Jen took a steadying breath. "Water and moonlight."

Alice dashed off, returning with water that Jen enchanted under the moon's light. Gently, she poured it onto Teen's wounds. With a collective breath, they watched the magic take hold, finally healing him. Relieved, Agatha's gaze lingered on Y/n, noticing the tears rolling down her face.

Agatha glanced toward Alice, then nodded subtly in Y/n's direction. Catching the unspoken request, Alice gently took Y/n's hand and led her a few steps away, giving Agatha and the other witches room. The two of them began assembling a makeshift tent while Agatha watched as the witches carefully laid Teen down. Agatha hesitated momentarily, then shrugged off her coat, draping it over the young witch. With a sigh, she knelt down beside him and settled in, waiting quietly.

Alice caught Y/n's eye, gesturing toward the campfire where the other witches had gathered. Y/n gave a faint smile and nodded.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," she murmured, watching Alice head off before returning to Agatha. She slipped down beside her mother, who reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, smiling softly.

"You're worried he's going to end up like Nicky," Y/n said quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears. She looked at Agatha, who closed her eyes, the weight of that fear pressing down on her. Agatha swallowed hard and nodded, unable to find words.

Y/n leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Agatha's cheek, a silent reassurance that said more than words. With a final look, she rose to her feet and walked toward the fire where Alice was waiting. Seeing her approach, Alice smiled and patted the ground beside her, inviting Y/n to sit. Y/n settled in between Alice's legs, resting back against her, and Alice instinctively wrapped her arms around Y/n's waist, planting a soft kiss on the back of her head.

Rio watched the two of them quietly. Her heart caught between pride and a hint of nostalgia. She still saw Y/n as the ten-year-old girl who used to grow flowers with her, who'd laugh with her as they plotted harmless pranks on Agatha. It was bittersweet to see how much she had grown.

Lilia's voice broke Rio's reverie. "You know, the worst part of being a witch? The ridiculous rumors people come up with. They think we talk to goats or have an extra nipple," she laughed, drawing chuckles from everyone.

Rio smirked, feigning shock. "Wait, you all don't have extra nipples? I'm covered in them. Wanna see?" she teased.

Y/n covered her face, laughing with everyone else. Hearing the commotion, Agatha walked over, her gaze softening as she took in her daughter, safe and content. She settled beside Rio, and soon, the group fell into easy conversation, sharing stories of physical and otherwise scars.

Y/n showed off the faint scar on her ear, recounting the time a stray dog bit her when she was thirteen. Agatha had been furious and, for a moment, had considered hunting down the dog herself. Lilia lifted her hair to reveal a faint mark on her neck. "Vampire," she explained with a shiver. "That one stung a bit."

Y/n turned to Agatha. "How's he doing?" she asked softly.

"Still as mouthy as ever," Agatha replied with a small smile.

"That's a good sign," Lilia nodded approvingly.

Jen, who had been listening quietly, broke in with a mischievous grin. "Agatha, why don't you show us your battle scars?"

Agatha smirked and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faint scar near her elbow. "Knitting needle," she said, chuckling. "Ever heard of the Daughters of Liberty?"

The others shook their heads, confused.

"Exactly," Agatha replied with a smirk, drawing laughter from everyone.

Rio's gaze softened, and she spoke up after a moment of thought. "I've got two scars," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha tensed, her eyes flicking over to Rio. "No, you don't," she muttered quickly.

But Rio continued, her eyes steady on Agatha. "A long time ago, I loved someone. I had to make a choice-a choice I didn't want to make, even though it was my job. And it hurt... it hurt her. And our daughter. They are my scars." Her words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning, as she looked straight at Agatha.

Agatha stood abruptly, mumbling something about needing to stretch her legs. After a beat, Rio followed, leaving Y/n shifting uncomfortably by the fire, emotions welling up in her chest. Alice tightened her arms around her, kissing her temple gently, offering quiet comfort.

"It's okay, my love," Alice whispered into Y/n's ear. "Just like you were there for me, I'm here for you now." Alice knows about everything. She knows about Nicky, about Rio, about everything. Y/n saw no reason to hide her past from her girlfriend. Therefore, Alice knew what this revelation from Rio was doing to Y/n on the inside.

Y/n's tense shoulders began to soften, and though she tried to fight it, exhaustion crept over her. She rested her head on Alice's shoulder, closing her eyes as Alice continued to murmur soothing words, holding her close as sleep finally overtook her.

[dailyashleighraichu]

Out of curiosity: If you were to evolve Coro and Taima, what would you call their new species' name?

They were an Oshachu, then now they're Dewchu. The best Samurott/Raichu combination I can think of would be Samuraichu (with "rai" in raichu conveniently completing the word "samurai" lol). 🙃

Also, I imagine Coro wanting to become part Kantonian Raichu part Hisuian Samurott (higher Attack) and Taima, part Alolan Raichu part Unovan Samurott (higher Special Attack).

IT'S SO FUNNY THAT YOU SAY THAT ALL SPECIFICALLY

BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT

MY STUPID RAMBLINGS DOWN BELOW, READ IF YOU WANT

So the ORIGINAL plan for Coro and Taima was for them not to evolve. This was mostly because me and Sharkie (@occasional-wott-bros) looked at Samurott's helmet and went "Mmm... no thanks, actually." We did do up a couple of concepts for these evolutions though, and it was more of a "We're not actually doing this, so take these" kind of thing.

Then uh.... Then some backstage planning was happening between me and another friend, @ask-neontiger/Jordy.

This happened a couple of years ago, especially when I was heavily clingy to Future!AU, and I ended up making a design for Evolved Taima that I really loved! Coro was a real pain in my side though, so I put him on a shelf to deal with later.

Hisuian Samurott was revealed and I knew that was gonna be a part of Coro's evo, but I just couldn't for the fucking life of me get a design that I was happy with and it was pissing me off. Another friend of mine, @flaaffodills helped me out and gave me the perfect idea for Evolved Coro as well, and here they both are now!

I'm INCREDIBLY happy with how both of them came out, and I will always give my thanks to Mac/Flaaffodills for helping me pull together a design for Coro that I was finally okay with.

[englishotomegames]

The Phantom of the Black Rose Revue

Release date (Windows, Mac OS, Linux) English (Act 1): September 29th, 2023

"1974. Hyogo Prefecture, Japan.

The Black Rose Revue, an all-female musical theater troupe steeped in tradition and high esteem, has a new star on the rise. Twenty-two year old Chihiro Sato has quickly become the newest sensation for fans of the Revue. Sweet yet determined, Chihiro is ready to chase her dream: become the most famous musumeyaku in Japan. 

But the theater, a sanctuary of glamour and brilliance, cradles shadows within its embrace.  The corridors buzz with whispers of ghostly apparitions and ominous shadows, intensifying backstage tensions. As Chihiro steps deeper into the limelight, mysterious, increasingly obsessive letters begin to adorn her vanity,  which grow steadily more obsessive with every message sent. 

Will you sculpt a destiny steeped in unparalleled fame? Embark on a romance that will be sung through the ages? Or unearth secrets draped in shadows, whispering of forbidden truths? The threads of fate are in your hands, waiting to be woven into the tapestry of the unknown…

'The Phantom of the Black Rose Revue: Act 1' includes 19 animated CGs, 13 original music tracks, and an introduction to the world, mysteries, and love interests of the Revue!"

This is the first act of a visual novel created for Spooktober 2023. It is a free yuri visual novel based on 1970's style shoujo manga, particularly that of Riyoko Ikeda. You can download it from itch.io here!

[randomarttalent]

Apple family redesigns + Family tree

Original posts, info and links down below Keep reading

Apple "Jacqueline" Jack + Rainbow Dash

Apple "Jacqueline" Jack I've added some extra colors to her mane, as I think the design could be pushed further without making her unrecognizable. The extra features I have added are also to make her design more interesting, as well as a call back to her work at the farm. 

I wanted her design to look feminine but also masculine, as that is something I feel fits her character. 

Rainbow Dash Dash's whole color pallet has turned more dark and grey, as this is just a personal taste of mine. Her body features have turned sharp, as a way to show her speed and as a pegasus body type.

She still works for the Wonderbolts as a captain, her badge shows this. Dash is still very adventurous and bold, pushing herself further than she probably should.

Big McIntosh + Sugar "Cube" Bell

Big McIntosh I've darkened his whole pallet, as I wanted him to contras his siblings. I personally also like the fan canon that he's either trans/a drag queen, which he is here in All Love No War AU. So once all the work is done, Big Mac can let his more feminine colors out, which his wife very much supports. She gets to make him pretty and make him feel like his true self.

Sugar "Cube" Bell I've greyed her whole pallet and made her figure more long, as that's the way I draw unicorns. I've shortened her hair and let it loose, as I think it would change with time and all the kids she's had. Plus her working now at the farm and long hair would get stuck on a lot of things. Both are happily married and have been for years now. They have learned to work around their faults and love each other deeply and never would pick another.

Tender Taps + Apple Bloom

Tender Taps Taps is still a dancer but he's now become a backstage dancer. Working with ponies such as Sweetie Bellè, Coloratura "Colorful" and even Songbird Serenade. After passing his exam he was recruited by Sapphire Shores personally and has worked under her ever since.

His whole pallet has been darkened and his markings are very sharp and frame his face. His mane is pretty much the same, it's just become darker and an extra line has been added. For his cutie mark, I've added a bowtie and some sparking but I didn't add much, as I felt it already fit him. The outfit he has on is for the next show, where the theme is more rock.

Apple Bloom Bloom has grown much in height, towering over everyone except her big brother Mac. She still works at the School of Friendship, teaching biology and about cutie marks with (Scootaloo) Speedy Scoot-"aloo".

I made her whole pallet warmer and all of her accessories soft in color. So even though she is extremely tall, she still feels welcoming and like a friend. I've added more color to her mane, making a gradient from a darker red to a pinkish one. Her cutie maker is now more about her talent than just the Cutie Mark Crusaders, the heart in the middle is what ties them together. After Goldie Delicious's passing, she decided to wear her shawl, in memory of her.

[hyperfix-wip]

Webbed Together

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Author's Note: Credit goes to @the-kr8tor for their original characters Ramona and Billie as well as their recurring character Ned. I'd also like to credit ❄️ anon from @the-kr8tor 's blog for their idea of Pom-Pom the rabbit!

Tags: Parent Trap!AU, Dad!Hobie AU, Twin!AU, Billie and Ramona!AU, Older!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Older!Reader

Chapter 2: Billie

<<< Chapter 1 Chapter 3>>>

The moment Billie steps foot into the bustling Camp Feast in her father’s lucky red vest, she knows she’s right at home.

Dark eager eyes roam around the campgrounds, lighting up at the sight of kids around her age running around with their own luggage and instruments. The clashing of different sounds send shivers down her spine while her lips curl up into a cat-like grin. With her fingers fidgeting with the Union Jack patch on the vest, itching to take out and play her violin, Billie sets her small leather case down on the hood of the car, the metal edges of the case clanking against the metal, before her thumbs unlatch the bronze hinges on the sides.

“Oi, Billie!”

A deep British timbre of a voice breaks Billie out of her reverie as her uncle Ned pops his head out from the side of the open trunk, his pierced eyebrow raised in feigned annoyance while he lugs out a large suitcase. “Be careful, yeah? This car’s a rental, damn it.”

Billie rolls her eyes in amusement as she innocently grins back at him. “Oh c’mon, Uncle Ned,” she chirps with her own British accent breaking through the background noise as she pulls her violin out of the case, “you’re not the one paying for it. Dad said to relax and let him take care of–”

“Silly Billie, I love you, but I refuse to take what your dad says at face value,” Ned snorts while he sets Billie’s suitcase down on the ground before slamming the trunk shut. “Besides I’m the one who handles the expenses for the band, not your dad, so I do haveto worry.”

Billie’s bottom lip juts out into a small pout, making Ned snort before walking over to her and ruffling her hair. “Oh c’mon, put that away. You’re a big girl now, yeah? You’re already ten—“

“Eleven!” Billie huffs out with an annoyed glare, “I just turned eleven, Uncle Ned—“

“Yes, yes, you’re eleven,” Ned snickers again with a teasing glint in his eye, ruffling her wild curls some more. “You’re already growing up so fast, you little beanstalk.”

Billie huffs out again as she swats Ned’s hand away, but he only laughs it off before pulling her into a hug.

“You really are growing up so fast, mac…”

Billie’s face drops as Ned’s voice trails off into a sentimental hush before she wraps her arms around his waist with a soft sniffle.

“…I’ll make sure to write,” Billie mumbles into Ned’s shirt, earning another quiet snort from Ned.

“Hm, that’d be nice,” he replies with a teasing huff. “You already have the address for the airbnb?”

“Yeah.”

“And your stamps?”

“Yeah.”

“And your notebook and envelopes?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And your pencils and rubbers—“

“Uncle Ned.”

Ned chuckles again as Billie looks up at him with a deadpan before rocking her back and forth in his arms. “Alright, alright. When your camp thing is over, either your Aunt Yuri or Uncle James’ll pick you up, okay? Your dad and I’ll hafta deal with the venue before our concert in New York at the end of the summer.”

Billie nods along as she looks up at Ned with a broad smile. “And I’ll be backstage this time, right?”

“Of course, little beanstalk,” Ned ruffles her hair one more time before gently pulling away. “Now go on, get your stuff put away before I change my mind and drag you back into the car.”

Billie’s eyes widen at his faux-threat before quickly grabbing her open violin case, eliciting a squawk from Ned as the metal edges nearly scratch the rental car, and her suitcase before she runs off towards the crowd of kids and counselors. “Bye, Uncle Ned!”

“You damn brat!” Ned huffs out while he watches Billie stumble and waddle away with her luggage.  Despite the annoyed rumble in his voice and the narrowing of his eyes, a tender smile curls up on his lips as she slowly disappears into the crowd before he reluctantly walks around and heads back into the car.

——

A loud grunt forces its way out of Billie’s mouth as she tosses her suitcase on top of her assigned bunk, her violin on top of her pillow. She puffs a breath to blow a loose curl out of her face before it flutters back down, resulting in her face scrunching up and her pushing her curls away with an annoyed pout. Her eyes warily glance down at her suitcase, with its latches barely clutching each other and holding in the contents bulging within. With her head turned away and with only one eye cracked open, her thumbs inch closer to the bottoms of the silver clasps in slight apprehension. As soon as her thumbs gently push the latches up, her suitcase instantly erupts into an explosion of clothes and trinkets flying around her.

“Oh bloody hell!”

Billie groans at the mess before she kneels down to grab her things, oblivious to the sound of door hinges squeaking behind her as she tosses her belongings on her bunk. Crawling on the hardwood floor with her hair fluttering down over her scrunched up face, she continues to mutter more expletives under her breath before a pair of off-white sneakers peek through her curtain of curls and enter her line of vision. Her head snaps up as she pushes her hair out of her face again, revealing a bespectacled girl with confused amusement behind her thick frames.

“Uh…is this yours?”

The girl holds out an old stuffed white rabbit to Billie. The plush animal has a pink stitched nose on its protruding muzzle, as well as a missing button eye and mismatched patches scattered across its body. Billie’s eyes light up before she grabs the toy from the girl.

“Pom-Pom!”

Billie hugs the stuffed bunny against her chest before she looks up at her newly-decided friend. “Thanks by the way,” she laughs before pushing herself up from the floor, her height almost towering over the short girl by a few inches as she holds her hand out with a cat-like grin. “Billie Jean Brown, nice ta meetcha. But you can call me Billie.”

The girl lets out a small laugh of her own as she pushes her glasses up before grabbing Billie’s hand with a shake. “I’m Annie.”

Billie’s smile grows even more as Annie puts her duffle bag and a small skinny case down on the bed next to Billie’s bunk. Annie then flops down onto the mattress with an ‘oof’ before she unzips her duffle bag.

“So you’re, like, from England, right?” Annie casually asks while carefully pulling out some pictures and other trinkets. “Do you live next to the Royal Family or have you seen them? Do you guys really drink a lot of tea and have those fancy tea parties over there?”

A snort slips through Billie’s nostrils before she barks out a hearty laugh, flopping down on her own bedding as she hugs Pom-Pom against her chest. She pushes her curls out of her face again, revealing small glints of silver lining along her ears.“I mean, yeah, I live in London, but not near Buckingham Palace. More up north if anything, further into Camden.”

Billie then leans back and gestures to her outfit with a flick of her wrists- her dad’s red leather vest, lined with silver studs and countless colorful pins, over an old punk band shirt tailored to her size, denim jeans with handmade patches over her knees, and scuffed converses. “And do I really look like I go to fancy tea times?”

Annie rolls her eyes with a cheeky smile before she props her hands behind her, the metal springs in her bed quietly groaning under the weight. “But you do drinktea?”

“...yeah.”

A snicker slips through Annie’s lips before she pushes herself off her bed and holds her hand out to Billie. “Well either way, you’re definitely not in London anymore, but I’m pretty sure you’ll like it here.”

A mischievous smirk curls up on Billie’s lips before she grabs Annie’s hand, setting her Pom-Pom down on her bed before following Annie out of the cabin.

“By the way, Annie, you know how to play poker?”

Annie laughs a little more as she shakes her head, and Billie lets out a feigned disappointed sigh.

“What a shame,” Billie shrugs before her smirk curls up more. “Off topic, but how much money did you bring for this trip?”

The cabin door then slams shut while Billie continues to lure her new friend-turned- potential victim into a sense of security.

[funnier-when-objectum]

i’m not really sure if i would consider myself objectum. however. computers……….. <3 old tech ..<3 ipods……<3….. apple products when they made them cool…. <3 interesting tablet pcs and pdas……<3 the server racks backstage of the theater i do tech at…… <3……. mac os 10…… <3 windows vista….<3 (i dont CARE if you dont like vista. it’s not his fault he wasn’t optimized for the hardware he was supposed to run on) linux mint…..<3 headphones…..<3 augh…… so many Things

i love tech <3

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Fleetwood Mac la grande chanson des débuts, Oh Well.

Stevie Nicks, Lindsey Buckingham, Christine McVie, Mick Fleetwood, John McVie. Posed, backstage at Brendan Byrne, New Jersey

le Top 10 – « TIE » Oh Well / The Chain

9 – Love is Dangerous 1990

8 – Blow by Blow

7 – Say You Love Me 1975

6 – Big Love 1988

👍5 – Hypnotized – l’une des meilleures chansons

4 – Sentimental Lady 1972

3 – Sara sorti en 1979 un ensemble de deux disques intitulé Tusk. À une époque où la new wave et le punk influençaient de nombreux groupes sur la scène

2 – Go Your Own Way / Dreams – il faut évidemment mentionner l’album monstre qui a révélé cette chanson au public. Sorti en 1977, c'est l’album Rumors

1 – Rhiannon sorti en 1976

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Harry and Annie Mac backstage in Slane - 10/06

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imagine meeting stevie for the first time like maybe you really liked and maybe even loved harry but you’d always kinda assumed that harry would eventually leave you and you really just tried to enjoy your relationship with him regardless. but then he invites you to see him perform for the first time with stevie, you’re just kind of all out of sorts. you had told him that you loved stevie and fleetwood mac before so maybe it was just him being kind and like taking you to a concert of someone you liked but the week before harry’s telling you about who is also coming and you kind make the stupid realization like “oh i’m actually like…a part of his life and he cares about me.” it’s a strange feeling because you’d attached yourself so fully into thinking maybe whenever he started touring or getting busy again or whatever that you’d fall by the way side but now he’s performing for the first time since you met and he’s asking you what you think he should wear and practicing in front of you and asking what he should do about his hair like you matter in a way that you hadn’t actually considered that you mattered to him. and the scariest thing is you don’t want to run away from it at all. you’re there and you get to see harry perform with stevie and you’re meeting everyone backstage and when it’s over stevie comes over and you’re so nervous and practically jittering because it’s stevie nicks the person you grew up listening to in your mom’s car and harry’s introducing you to her as his girlfriend as if it was the most normal thing in the world when you’d never even heard him call you that before and stevie just hugs you and tells you in your ear “harry’s never introduced me to someone before” with a little smile as if she knew you were special to him and all of a sudden it just makes sense to you. he’s never said it but harry’s in love with you and for some strange reason you think you may love him back. so when he’s comes back over to you, you just tell him and when he tells you the same, you just believe it.

OH MY GODDDDDDD I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Elvis Presley In Concert In Las Vegas D/S At The International Hotel On August 26th, In 1969.

Events In The History And Of The Life Of Elvis Presley Today On The 26th Of August In 1969.

Known for a powerful stage presence Elvis Presley in total command of every room he has ever worked. But backstage at the International Hotel on July 31, 1969, Elvis Presley was pacing back and forth like a panther. In a few minutes, he would march out into what was then the largest showroom in Las Vegas, holding 2.000 people.rare candid photos of Elvis Presley wearing the white herringbone jumpsuit at this awesome show performance taken by fans and audience members who were at this show.

Track Listing | Dinner Show 26th, August 1969.

01  Blue Suede Shoes 3:06 (Carl Perkins) 02  I Got A Woman 2:44 (Ray Charles) 03  All Shook Up 3:50 (Otis Blackwell/Elvis Presley) 04  Love Me Tender 3:04 (Vera Matson/Elvis Presley) 05  Jailhouse Rock / Don't Be Cruel  2:23 (Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller) / (Otis Blackwell/Elvis Presley) 06  Heartbreak Hotel 4:56 (Mae Boren Axton/Tommy Durden/Elvis Presley) 07  Hound Dog 1:35 (Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller) 08  Memories 2:42 (Billy Strange/Mac Davis) 09  My Babe 4:23 (Willie Dixon) 10  Mystery Train / Tiger Man 3:39 (Junior Parker/Sam Phillips) / (Joe Hill Louis/Sam Burns) 11 Monologue 8:39 12  Baby, What You Want Me To Do 3:29 (Jimmy Reed) 13  Runaway 2:58 (Max Crook/Del Shannon) 14  Inherit The Wind 3:06 (Eddie Rabbitt) 15  Yesterday / Hey Jude 4:35 (John Lennon/Paul McCartney) 16 Introductions 4:35 17  In The Ghetto 3:04 (Scott 'Mac' Davis) 18  Suspicious Minds 7:48 (Mark James) 19  Can't Help Falling In Love 2:10 (Hugo Peretti/Luigi Creatore/George Weiss)

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SILVER SPRINGS - EDDIE MUNSON

summary: you and eddie were in a relationship that ended and the only way to help you is singing.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: a bit angsty

notes: I listened to silver springs by fleetwood mac the whole day and I just had to write down this idea.

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“I want to cover a song tonight.”

You said those words as soon as you entered the room where you and your band practised. They all looked at you with their eyes wide open, some of them even with open mouths because you knew they were surprised and shocked at the same time, except one boy, Eddie. He looked at you, but his face showed no emotion.

“What song?” one of your bandmates asked you while you slipped out of your jacket and dropped it down onto a chair that stood near the wall of the room.

“Silver Springs.”

You didn’t dare to look at Eddie. You knew he was watching you. He also knew why you wanted to cover that song, however, the other boys didn’t. Eddie and you had been in a secret relationship for over a year until he called it off a few weeks ago. To say you were devasted was an understatement, but you tried your best to pick yourself up on your own. You started to write even more songs than before, and one song in particular helped you through these weeks, Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. You felt those lyrics. You screamed the song at the top of your lungs in your house. Your parents had no idea why, but they didn’t tell you to stop singing. They let you be yourself because they knew that music was your life, and whatever you were going through, they knew you needed that song.

“y/n, our performance is tonight. Shouldn’t we wait until our next one?”

You shook your head as you took your microphone into your hand, swinging the cable to the side before you turned around and looked at your bandmates, reluctantly glancing at Eddie, who tuned his guitar.

“You all know that song, right? I know you do, so let’s practice it. I want to play it tonight.”

These were the last words you had to say to the three young men behind you before you started your band practice.

It was now after 8 in the evening, and you were backstage, getting ready to go on stage. You had already done your hair and make-up. The only thing left to do was to go out there and sing. Before you were able to leave the room though, you heard a knock at the door.

“Come in.”, you said, looking at yourself one more time in the mirror before you turned around and came face to face with Eddie.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked you quietly, shutting the door with his hand, so no one could listen to your conversation.

You sighed lightly as you nodded your head. You had to do this for yourself. It just felt right.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, but I need this.”

“But why? No one knows about us and –“

“Oh, is this what it is about? You don't want anyone to find out that you dated the singer of your band? What would the people say, huh? I can’t believe you, Eddie.”

The young man in front of you instantly shook his head as he took a few steps toward you. You could see that he was trying to take hold of your hand but quickly dropped it again once he noticed what he was about to do.

“No. It’s not that. I always wanted everyone to find out, that you were my girlfriend, but the timing wasn’t right.”

You couldn’t help but let a humourless laugh escape your lips, shaking your head.

“Not the right time? There was plenty of time, Eddie. But you know what? Maybe now is the right time, even though we’re not a thing anymore.”

You walked over to the couch in the room. You grabbed your jacket for your performance and walked over to the door.

“Let’s go. We’re on in five minutes.”

You left him standing there. You didn’t want to talk to him anymore. This was for you and only you. You couldn’t and wouldn’t think about anyone else but yourself now.

As soon as you were on stage, you heard the small crowd, mostly consisting of some people you knew, clap, and you swiftly started playing one of your own songs. More and more people swarmed into the venue, getting themselves something to drink or crowding in front of the stage.

After a few more songs, it was time to play the cover you were looking forward to the most.

“Thank you.”, you said, a bit breathless, pushing your hair out of your face. “It is now time to play a song that some of you may know. It’s a cover of a song that helped me through a tough time. Maybe some of you can relate.”

You held the microphone tightly in your hands, quickly taking a glimpse at Eddie, whose eyes were already watching you. He nodded his head as he started to play the first few chords of the song, the other two boys following suit.

You closed your eyes as you started singing. The further you got into the song, the more emotions you poured into it. You lost yourself in this song, not caring that anyone was watching you. You kept your eyes closed until the right time.

“Was I just a fool? You will never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you. Was I just a fool? I’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you.”

Once your eyes were wide open, you looked to your right. You had no idea if Eddie had looked away from you during the song, but at this moment, when you sang those words out loud that hit you the most, he was directly looking into your eyes. Everyone around you could feel that, at this moment, there was something between you and him, something deeper, something no one had known about but now speculated.

You knew that if the two of you would continue to stay in a band together, he would always hear your voice. He would always have to listen to your sound. One thing you also knew, was that you would always have feelings for him. You would always feel love for him.

You didn’t know whether you two could ever be together again as a couple. Secretly, you hoped you would. You missed him. Did he miss you? You didn’t know. He was the one who broke up with you. But one thing you knew for sure, were the emotions you saw in his eyes while you sang those special lyrics straight at him.

His eyes glistened as you finished the song, and your eyes were just as wet. You sang the last word of the song before you stepped away from the microphone and took one big breath. As soon as the song ended, the crowd went wild, clapping and screaming, and you couldn’t help but have a big smile on your lips.

 “You did amazing.”, you heard Eddie whisper into your ear. You hadn’t noticed that he had walked over to where you were.

You turned your head to him, a small, almost unnoticeable, smile gracing his lips. You nodded your head as you took your water bottle into your hand and quickly took a sip of it.

“Thank you.”, you whispered, putting a hand on his arm, which you gently squeezed before you turned back around, ready to sing another song to the crowd.