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crepesuzette2023 · 2 months

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Hi, I would love recs for mclennon fics dripping in sexual tension, like six hours in August by stonedlennon. It doesn't need to have explicit sexual content. Thank you!

Thank you so, so much for this ask—this is a category of fiction I personally enjoy *a lot* (imagine Paul's "I slept with John..." pronunciation).

Here are some favorites that came to my mind. Some have sex on the page, others do not; I remember all of these as having excellent Tension™. I hope you find something you like here! Young J/P:

Streets of Your Town (@with-eyes-closed): Sensual. The upheaval in young Paul's mind as he falls in love with music and John, without putting a name to it. As of yet unfinished, but it's so good I rec it anyway, because it's...[read to find out, take a fan]

All I Know Since Yesterday (RedheadAmongWolves): Paul and John's first kiss at Paul's, after long, sweet hours of trembling fear/excitement. Paul POV.

The Way Things Sometimes Are (@paisanas): Young John is troubled and pining for Paul. Paul is mesmerizing through his eyes.

now and then (there's a fool such as I) (@stonedlennon): The Nerk Twins take the bus to Caversham and share a bed. You can smell the summer grass and the sweaty leathers...

(Ain't no cure for the) summertime blues (orphan_account): John and Paul alone on a hot summer day.

The Photograph (thinkpink20): John finds a Photograph Mike took of Paul and notices...things.

Hamburg:

ageless children, animal sweat (eyeball2eyeball): Read this story to spend time in John's throbbing, unhinged Hamburg mind. No sex on the page, and yet. It's *everywhere*. For such a short story, it takes up a lot of room in my brain. The Paul in this story is one of my favorite Pauls.

Sinful City (thinkpink20). Days and Nights in Hamburg. Paul needs John, and stops questioning things.

In Margaret Asher's music room:

Tell You Something (@louiselux). Lennon and McCartney write "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The tension rises.

In or near Paul's Geodesic Dome:

shotgunning (@pauls1967moustache): John and Paul languidly try something new...

Chrysalis (cloudy_blue): Tension in 1967. Hypnotic and stylish, I love it.

Stop all the Clocks (@javelinbk): After Brian's death, John and Paul retreat to Scotland. Grief and awakening ensue...slowly and sweetly.

Greece:

Way Up Top (@boshemians). Snapshots of J/P desire and spiraling doubts, contained in the Beatles' trip to Greece to buy an island.

Nineteen Sixty-Eight:

Outro (bakerstreetafternoon). From the Summary: 'Had it been this tension that had kept them together? Had it always?'

Bad Luck to Talk (7intheevening): Paul chats with JohnandYoko at a party and follows them home for a cup of tea. What hurts more exquisitly than pining? Unacknowledged pining.

John I'm Only Dancing (@skylikeaflame): Amidst the insanity of the Mad Day Out, desire erupts relentlessly.

The 70's as they should have been:

Down on the Farm (RosalindBeatrice): Incredibly hot and realistic (and funny in just right amounts!). John visits Paul in Nashville; Paul shows off Wings and the family, John stays the night. Dot dot dot.

I can only speak my mind (@paisanas): John's diaries are leaked to the press and printed; Paul reads them. What follows is the sexual awakening of James Paul McCartney as he reads of John's feelings for him. First rate pining, past and present.

I still miss someone/ I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand/ close the door lightly when you go (RosalindBeatrice): John and Paul meet in 1976. There is a spark. Few and far between meetings follow.

The Other Eighties (John lives and experiences sexual tension with Paul):

and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) (wardo wedidit): John divorces Yoko and visits Paul in Scotland. Soul searching and relationship mending.

The Birthday Party (@merseydreams): John and Paul meet at Ringo's Birthday Party. There is only one bed.

Tension through the Years:

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes (@savageandwise). John is turned on by Paul smoking. 1958—1969.

#asks #fic recs #tension fic recs #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #mclennon fic #tension #pining #slow burn #all the good things #beatles fanfiction

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nenestansunsthings · 1 year

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"Hey. You're Joe Hills, right?"

The man who turns to him to looks far too normal, a casual guy with long hair and green glasses and gloves. Quackity can't imagine why they beat Wilbur. Why her people campaigned so hard for him, why they had hundreds in the lead for hours upon hours until the polls closed and Wilbur lost to her. When the guy smiles cheerfully towards him, the question only becomes more poignant.

"Yup! That's me! Joe Hills, from Nashville, Tennessee." He offers their hand to shake, and in a flash Quackity takes it. Her grip isn't strong, and he blinks in surprise when Quackity's own is firm. "And you're Quackity, right? Good job with your poll!! That was a real close win, but your people pulled through right where it mattered!"

Quackity waves it off. "I never had a doubt. Of course my fans wouldn't let me lose! I'm the sexiest red bird around here, after all!" Unbidden, his wings flutter. "But heyyy, that's not what I came here for. I came here for you! We had an alliance, didn't we? Come on, hi-five, amigo, we did well today!"

Joe blinks. "We had an alliance?"

"Uh, yeah? What, don't tell me you didn't know." He scoffs. "Your fans didn't tell you? I heard you were out there campaigning yourself. Posting shirtless videos and everything! Just my kinda guy." Cheerfully, he slings an arm around Joe, pleasantly surprised when the guy doesn't even flinch. "I thought you agreed to the alliance yourself!"

"... Oh, that alliance!" Their eyes light up in recognition. "Yeah, I saw a few people talking about that. People get really excited in my chat, y'know? Though they were pretty torn." He shrugs. "I mean, Grian's a friend of mine, even if I have no clue how he thinks. But yeah, that was all them!"

Quackity can't help but stare. "You didn't know they were allying against a friend of yours?!"

"Nope! They just kinda do what they want." Joe laughs, the sound tinged with fondness. Something in that makes Quackity's gut churn uncomfortably. They just… do that? Ally against friends? Work with people who they think will stab them in the back later? And all in the name of someone who doesn't even know what they're planning? "I think it's great that they all got together to support you! But hey, there's only one person I'm hoping will win, and you know who it is! I wouldn't be campaigning for myself if I didn't want that win."

"Ha! Yeah, I know how it is." He grins back, golden tooth gleaming brilliantly. "Don't feel too down when I thrash you, alright?"

"We'll see about that!" Normally, Quackity would be on edge from that kind of declaration, but there isn't a shred of hostility in her vice. There's only delight, friendly competition. "I have faith that my viewers will pull ahead, and that I can campaign hard enough to convince people! I've been working really hard, after all. Even bought some new rainbow eyes, just for the occasion!"

"Wait, what."

Joe blinks, and when their eyes open again they are joined by a hundred others, flickering with a thousand colours and all seeing- staring- beholding. Just before he can think the word watching, they flutter shut.

"That's not the right word for me, just to be clear," Joe chastises him. "Watching. I'm not a part of that group."

Quackity has no goddamn idea what she means. So after a moment of stunned silence, he continues.

"... Do your fans think the eyes are hot?"

"I think they're sexyman enough to win the contest," he says, which clears up nothing. "But, most importantly, I think they'd vote for me anyway! Even without my beautiful, glowing, rainbow-checked eyes. Which are, by the way, divinely beautiful, and should be appreciated."

"Hey, man, if you're the kind of guy to buy new eyes for a competition, they'd better vote for you." Quackity shakes his head. "What, did they bribe you for it? Say they'd vote for you if you blinked in rainbows? That's not a healthy relationship, man, you gotta get out of there."

Joe snorts. "No, this is all for me. But thanks for worrying! If my people ever start demanding I grow new eyes before they tip me, I'll just find new people." He waves a hand nonchalantly. "I don't think my viewers would do that, anyway."

"... Hm." Quackity hesitates, settling a few feet away from Joe. "... I dunno, man. I mean, they made that alliance without you, didn't they? Hard to think you could trust 'em after something like that. Not a lot of unity in that kind of campaign, especially if there was some kind of in-fighting about voting me over your friend."

Some tiny, tiny part of him feels a little sick at the thought. But it dies down quickly enough. This isn't the first time he's brought people to blows over loyalty, after all.

But Joe looks unbothered. "They're good people. They'll figure it out for themselves. And they understand why people would vote you over Grian, or why their friends would support you."

"Oh?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "You talk like you've seen it yourself. Did they shake hands and make up and write songs about their reconciliation? I'd love to see that- you encourage their poetry, it looks like. They've gotta have some skills."

"Nah, nothing like that. You're thinking too big, Quackity HQ." Their sunny smile shifts, softening at the edges. "They're just friends. They don't hate each other for wanting a different person to win. If this was something important like politics- which is very important, remember to vote on both a local and national level to support what's best for your community!- then it might be different. But this is fine."

He scoffs. "Please. I've seen the posts. Some of those guys came out swinging against me."

"And they know it's an exaggeration!" she assures him. "Just look around. All across this great land of Tumblr, there are people reminding each other to be kind. To be civil. To watch whether their feelings are turning into hate, and to take a step back and breathe if things go too far. Sure, things have gone too far. But that happens in all kinds of events, not just this one. And mostly, our viewers want to be kind."

"Man. You're a real ray of sunshine, aren't you." Quackity looks away. "But that's not really what I mean. It's more…"

He's not sure the words are right on his tongue. He says them anyway.

"They're supposed to be united," he tries. "I know you all wanted a Hermitsweep. Your people rule the polls. Doesn't it scare you, that they can split so much behind your back? Isn't it weird, to trust them with this?"

For a second, Joe is silent. Quackity grits his teeth, turns- but the faint green glow of his checkmarks is dim, and there's a twinge of honest fear in his eyes.

"... To be honest, it feels weird." He rests his head on their knees, fingers wrapped tight around her arms. "Just a little bit. I didn't expect this much. And the competition last round was a lot, let me tell you."

Quackity snorts. "I was there, man. No need to tell me. So much voter fraud…"

"And bribery! Don't forget bribery." Joe laughs. "But I do trust them. Whatever they do. I'll be disappointed if I lose, obviously, but it happens. It's hard to really be angry when you think about the core of all this."

"Popularity?" he jokes.

"Well, a little. I've been told Scar is not a sexyman, just a sexy man. Still not sure what criteria people are voting by. But mostly, I think it's love."

"Love?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "What made you think that?"

Joe sighs. "I dunno. It's just… it's the only thing that it could be, really. This contest doesn't mean anything. There's no prize. All it is is just people wanting the entertainers they love most to win. And look at everything they've created for that goal."

Quackity knows. He's seen the swathes of art, the stories, the people getting out drawing tablets or phones or paper and camera to thank people who voted in their favour. He's seen old artworks shared years after their making. He's seen silly powerpoints, walls of text, analysis and promotions of videos from the starts of careers. It's a little terrifying, really, in the same way angels are.

He's pretty sure Joe would know, too.

"Yeah, not every one of my viewers joined your alliance. Even with my personal campaigning, none of them brought it up to me. But whoever they voted, whether it was Grian because he's someone they fought to see this high up or you because they wanted to share the support your people offered me, they voted out of love. Because they love me, or they love you, or they love whoever else they wanted to win."

"... They love you, huh?"

It's an odd thought. Quackity's well used to heartbreak, to abandonment. To people only staying because he had something to offer. But in this silly contest, with tens of thousands of people cheering for him…

"They love you too," Joe says with a smile. "So I'm happy you won. I'd say you're a pretty worthy opponent."

Quackity barks out a laugh, turning to Joe with fire in his eye. "A worthy opponent? You'll be taking those words back when I win. My people love me, don't they? So I'm sure as hell they'll put their money where their mouth is."

"Oh, we'll see." A thousand eyes open, turning a rainbow gaze upon him. He meets their stare head-on. "After all," Joe Hills says, "You were right about one thing. We want a Hermitsweep."

#quackity #quackityhq #joe hills #joehillstsd #quackity fanfic #joe hills fanfiction #mcyt sexyman propaganda #mcytblr sexymen poll #sun art #hi guys. guess who is SO normal about the quackity joe poll #i have. emotions #also im so sorry if theyre not written right i did my best

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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The Beauty of the End Part 5: History - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life, @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @vannabanana1995 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @sxmmarie @queeniesdiary @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @genius2050 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @oureternalbond @baybaybear1 @@thanossexual

Part One: Nashville - Riz makes a decision that affects your relationship in Nashville.

Part Two: Reckless - Taza and Neron realise that Riz is spiralling.

Part Three: Walk The Line - Taza calls you to get the truth about what happened between you and Riz.

Part 4: Bright - Vicki reminds Riz it's not all about him.

You don’t pick up the phone when he calls and Riz doesn’t blame you. When it goes straight to voicemail he doesn’t even bother to leave a message, he simply hangs up the phone and sighs. He tries to plan out his next steps in the shower but every avenue he looks down comes with a problem.

Access.

It’s not just as simple as picking up the phone anymore, if you block his calls, it’s not as if he can just turn up at your house. He’s lost track of your schedule over the past few months, he’s not even sure which city you’re in.

Those tickets at the box office, he would bet his life they aren’t even in his name anymore. Even then they only gave him access to the venue, with security the way it is, he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere hear you. He presses his palms to the cool tiles and hangs his head under the hot stream of water in an attempt to drown out the noise that resonates through his head.

He’s fucked up.

He’s ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to him because he can’t face the prospect of being rejected by someone that he loves.

He knows what this is about, but he hates the fact that it still fucking affects him even after all these years. The scars, they’re buried deep underneath the ridges of his skin but that time he spent in the orphanage in Mexico still stings. He knows his mother did what she thought was best, twenty-two with three kids, no man in the picture, too many mouths to feed… It wasn’t abandonment not really.

He was fifteen when he was cut loose, a few bucks to his name and a backpack. He knew his mother had a sister in the US so he’d made the trip under the cover of darkness and ended up here in Santo Padre, Vicki had just started up the brothel at that point. A wayward nephew had never factored into her plans. She had had taken him in anyway, putting him to work doing anything that needed doing around the house. Turning rooms over between clients, helping with the bar, keeping the appointment books and balancing the accounts.

He’d been a dropout ever since kindergarten, at least in the brothel he was productive. He’d learned from the best how to please a woman, how to listen to the sounds of her body, the heady echo of her moans. For the briefest moment in those exchanges, he felt like somebody loved him, that somebody wanted him. He forgot that love in his world was transactional. It took him a long time to accept that Vicki kept him around because she cares about him and not out of obligation.

“You’re surprisingly well adjusted.” You had told him as the two of you sat in the yard, sharing a spliff as the sun went down. Your feet were resting in his lap, his thumb caressing the hollow of your ankle before he leant over and handed you the joint.

“The MC helped balance me out.” He told you when he settled back into his seat. “It gave me the thing that I was missing, showed me that love and loyalty doesn’t have to come with stings. I think I have Taza to thank for that. He sponsored me, took me under his wing, he was the first person who really saw me for who I was and gave me that encouragement to grow as person and explore who I am.”

“He’s your MC dad.” You told him as you took a drag and he had laughed because he’s never thought about it like that. Taza’s the guy that calls him on his shit, sits with him when he’s low, he’s the one that taught him how to play guitar, that shared his love of music.

Taza always been there when Riz has needed it, despite the fact that Riz has done everything he can to fight it recently.

“Fuck.” He mutters, throwing his head back and using his palm to wipe the water from his face. Even when he’s an asshole, Taza’s still there, trying to help him put the pieces back together.

He’s barely set foot out of the shower when he hears the knock on his door. He almost ignores it. He doesn’t want to see anyone else tonight, he wants to get into his bed and scroll through pictures of the two of you on his phone the same way he has every other night since he ended things. He’s still clutching the towel to his waist when he answers the door and sees you standing there.

You still look as beautiful as the first day he saw you, that black silk dress hugging your form. Brown boots and a matching leather jacket thrown over your shoulders. Your suitcase is propped up next to you. In the background he sees Taza and Creeper idling in the van, Taza gives him a nod before he turns his head to Creeper and the two of them pull away from the curb.

He’s thought about what he wants to say so much over the past couple of hours, however now that you’re here the words just won’t come out. As your gaze shifts to the towel slung low around his hips, he realises this he’s still standing there at the front door, dripping wet and wearing next to nothing. It’s you that breaks the silence.

“Can I come in?”

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thenhlteaissuperhot · 3 months

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Honestly this all star roster is the reason I think fan voting shouldn’t exist or should at least have a limited number of players per team that could join. There’s no way 9 players being from only two diff teams is fair. And who tf voted for georgiev!!!!

I am all in for the fan voting because the results usually reflect, who the fans want to see there outside of those, who had already been chosen by the league, but for heaven's sake, make limitations on how many players from each team can come.

As hot as Vancouver is this year, no one (outside of the Canucks fans) wants to see five of them there. Why are we filling five damn spots with players from a team that is nowhere near the most popular in the league? Why are we filling five spots with one team, to begin with?

I can, to a certain point, understand why there are four Maple Leafs since it is going to be held in Toronto (as much as I love him, I don't understand why Morgan was the 4th one "voted in"), but there should be maximum of three players representing a single team, no more than that.

If it was up to me - choosing those 44 players out of 32 teams, those eight allowed goalies are in italics:

Anaheim Ducks - Vatrano and Dostal

Vatrano leads the Ducks in points, it's understandable, and Dostal deserves it for the insane performances he has been putting out lately.

Honorable mention to McTavish.

Arizona Coyotes - Ingram and Keller

Another goalie, whose success the league and fans ignore.

Boston Bruins - Pastrnak, Marchand, and Swayman

This trio has everything - character, skill, popularity. Like Marchand or not, you have to admit that the content he creates for the camera is elite. Exactly what an All-Star Game needs.

And also, let's have the Toronto crowd go nuts because of three lone Bruins.

Buffalo Sabres - Dahlin

Calgary Flames - Lindholm

Carolina Hurricanes - Aho

Chicago Blackhawks - Mrazek (because Bedard is out with the operated jaw)

The only other player on the Blackhawks roster, who is worth watching. A legend.

Colorado Avalanche - McKinnon and Makar

Columbus Blue Jackets - Fantilli

Who on earth picked Boone Jenner over Fantilli?

Dallas Stars - Robertson and Oettinger

Detroit Red Wings - DeBrincat

Edmonton - McDavid and Draisaitl

Honorable mention to Hyman. I put Draisaitl there because I am biased as hell and because he is the most underrated jokester in the league.

Florida Panthers - Reinhart

Los Angeles Kings - Doughty

We need those defensemen and everyone knows Doughty. He is a funny guy and he is doing decent this season.

Minnesota Wild - Kaprizov

Montreal Canadians - Slafkovsky

He is always a hot topic, he is a comedian, great personality, shove him in there.

Nashville Predators - Forsberg and Josi

New Jersey Devils - Jack and Luke Hughes

New York Islanders - Barzal

I frankly know the bare minimum about the current state of the Islanders, so Barzal it is.

New York Rangers - Fox and Shesterkin

Ottawa Senators - Stützle

Why is it always Tkachuk? Why not switch it up a bit? Tim is leading the stats in Ottawa, has ridiculous 30+ assists, he is a funny likable guy... Let's boost the Germans in the league and have him and Draisaitl interact properly.

Philadelphia Flyers - Konecny

Pittsburgh Penguins - Crosby

Seattle Kraken - Dunn

The guy is leading the points in that team as a defenseman, he is a total social media catch lately, why isn't he on there? Why haven't the Seattle fans and his girlies voted for him?

St. Louis Blues - Thomas

Tampa Bay Lightning - Kucherov

Toronto Maple Leafs - Matthews, Marner, and Nylander

Gotta make the home audience happy.

Vancouver Canucks - Hughes and Demko

Pettersson was on here for a while too, he definitely deserves the spot, but we don't have enough space on here.

Vegas Golden Knights - Eichel

Washington Capitals - Wilson

Winnipeg Jets - Hellebyuck

Me, reading this list.

#nhl #nhl all star game

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keyshui · 1 year

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i present to you, a very unserious post in which i insult every NHL team!

(this is all exaggerated so don’t get mad at me)

anaheim ducks - why is it that 1/3 of the way through the season you remember how to play hockey? like at this point it’s useless since you’re not making the playoffs and if you keep up like this you sure aren’t getting bedard

arizona coyotes - i do not like your jerseys. you would be forgettable but you suck too much for it

boston bruins - the only thing your team has going for you are your goalies and i hope next season you end up where the ducks are rn: not good enough for the playoffs and not bad enough for the draft lottery. sorry garnet hathaway (please come back)

buffalo sabres - i can define your entire team in one word: disappointment

calgary flames - anything good about you died when matthew tkachuk decided to go to florida. sorry!

carolina hurricanes - something about the “canes” nickname annoys the shit out of me. i hope you get a first round exit purely so the fans enjoying their team being good for once can be upset about it

chicago blackhawks - do i even have to say anything? because ew

colorado avalanche - literally how did you win the cup last year? thanks for the cup winning goalie btw <3 kuemper is better as a cap

columbus blue jackets - you don’t deserve bedard and i hope you lose the lottery since you’re clearly not pulling yourself out of the tank like the ducks

dallas stars - your jerseys are fucking ugly and the only stars player i can think of is tyler seguin (seriously… why that green…)

detroit red wings - you have the most obnoxious fan base i have ever had the displeasure of being in the same stadium with. LET GO OF THE 90s!!! PLEASE

edmonton oilers - how do you have two of the best players in the league and still manage to fail to get a cup every single playoffs

florida panthers - honestly if it weren’t for matthew tkachuk trade and the all stars game you’d be a dying, forgettable team

los angeles kings - i literally cant think of anything to put here. that’s how little you matter.

minnesota wild - one time in like 2019 the wild squished the caps at a game i was at so i decided that the wild suck. other than that y’all are so forgettable that i don’t have anything else to say

montreal canadiens - how is it that you keep managing to get beaten so so badly by teams that suck?

nashville predators - uuuugly ass jerseys and stuuuupid ass name

new jersey devils - jack hughes isn’t as hot as y’all think he is both in terms of attraction and skill

new york islanders - i hold a deep seated hatred for all new york city teams. you and your fanbases are so goddamn annoying

new york rangers - same with the islanders except 10x worse purely because of the little rivalry the caps hage with you (hope tom wilson squishes you tonight <3)

ottawa senators - really says something about your team that you had to name brady tkachuk of all people captain

philadelphia flyers - literally what is your logo i hate it. the only thing you have going for you is gritty and even that gets tiring REAL fast

pittsburgh penguins - i don’t care if the caps/pens rivalry doesn’t exist anymore it’s ingrained into me i hate you all and especially sidney crosby. you’re an aging team. retire already. ovechkin is better and malkin is overhyped

san jose sharks - wasted a sick ass team name on a depressing team

seattle kraken - y’all were doing so good at the start of the season what the hell happened. now it’s just disappointment…

st. louis blues - you’re one of those teams that i forget isn’t fake sometimes. like you’re not forgettable you’re just not… real

tampa bay lightning - i don’t get the hype the fanbase has for vasilevsky and your gray/yellow jerseys are way better than the normal ones

toronto maple leafs - auston matthews is not hot even slightly y’all just have competency kinks and it’s sad

vancouver canucks - quinn hughes looks so haunted and depressed all the time for a reason

vegas golden knights - did y’all think you were being funny when you decided to match with the kings?

washington capitals - jesus fuck just retire the entire goddamn team at this point. stop sending your prospects to the ahl and fucking play them if you want to give your roster some “youth” (i’m looking at you gmbm & laviolette)

winnipeg jets - if it weren’t for the fact that i used a website to make this list alphabetical order i would’ve forgotten you

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devox2564 · 5 months

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In Your Heart: Chapter 6

In Your Heart

Jake Kizka x femreader

Wild by Kelsey Karter and the Heroines

Check out this song/band to get a taste of my vision for Wolfsbane's music.

Chapter 6: Alive

The energy of the arena, even backstage, is electric. Your body buzzes with nervous energy as you sit in front of the dressing room mirror. The lights cast a glow on your face and give off a heat that beats on your already warm skin. Tabitha is in the corner running through her warm up, as Anika and Liz go over the set list one final time. Your eyes are ringed in smoky black and your lips are painted a deep velvety shade of red. The long black jumpsuit you are wearing is cut low in the front and shimmers at the slightest movement. You'd agonized over this outfit for weeks when Tabby had finally broken and chosen something for you. Looking at your reflection, you're thankful to her for having such good taste.

A woman with a headset knocks on the doorframe and says "10 minutes ladies, let's get ready to go."

Your nerves intensify and you stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment longer, only pulling yourself away when Anika grabs you by the elbow and begins to drag you out of the room. "Come on beautiful, we can't do this shit without you."

"I'm so fucking nervous man." you say to her as the four of you exit the room and into the long hallway that leads to the stage.

"Yeah you and me both." Liz says with a laugh.

.....

You can feel the sweat beading on your brow as you tease the strings of your guitar. The crowd roars at the last line of the last song in the set. Your guitar rings out and you throw your head back, tossing your hair behind you and leaning into the final notes. Tabby's voice draws out in one final ghoulish drawl and the lights flourish and go out. She introduces the four of you to loud applause. "Thank you Nashville! We're Wolfsbane, now get fucking ready for Greta Van Fleet!"

You exit the stage to loud shouts and cheers. Your heart pounds like the beat of a hummingbird's wings. Your skin is aflame with white hot energy. You are, to put it simply, exhilarated. The four of you rush into the hall backstage. Breathing hard, the first face you see clearly amongst the commotion is Jake's.

His soft brown eyes are twinkling, set perfectly against his lopsided grin. You break out into a fast run and jump into his arms. He gives you a small spin before setting you back on your feet.

"You guys were fantastic." he beams down at you and even in the harsh light of the fluorescents his gaze takes your breath.

It's been about 6 weeks since the infamous kiss on the couch of your apartment. You were hoping that all the preparation for this leg of the tour would distract you from your growing attraction but it had done the exact opposite. When you weren't together, he lived tucked away in the warmest sweetest corner of your mind. The memory of his lips was almost torture. 'Friends for now'. Yeah right.

In this moment, his arms around your waist combined with the adrenaline of the stage make for a deadly combination of happiness and sexual frustration. You'd orchestrated moments like this before where he'd have the opportunity to kiss you again if he wanted but you hadn't been so lucky. You pull out of his grasp and turn around to find the girls retreating to the calm of the dressing room. Tabby looks at you over her shoulder and gives you a subtle (not subtle at all) wink.

"It's like, really being alive out there. Right?" you half say, half ask him.

"You're exactly right." he replies. "Come on back with me and we'll have a drink before I've got to go on."

You begin to walk ahead of him deeper in to the maze of hallways. Right as you reach the corner, out of sight of the stage staff, his hands grip your waist and gently push you against the wall. His lips are on yours before your brain has had time to process the movement. His lips are firm and moving with an urgency that you are completely unfamiliar with. You push back against him, kissing back with the fervor of the touch starved woman that you are. The fire on your skin travels to the pit of your stomach where butterflies have erupted, fluttering nervously in time with your heart. Time seems to have stopped around the two of you completely as you pull away and look into his eyes. They've lost their soft blurred edges and taken on an intensity that warms the space between your legs. "Do you know how incredibly hot it is to see you perform?" he asks you with his voice low and quiet for only you to hear.

"Do you know how annoying it is that it's taken you 6 weeks to kiss me again?" you fire back playfully, dodging his question.

"We're friends remember?"

"It's been close to 6 months since I've had sex and you expected me to hold firm on that?" you let out a laugh and attempt to pull his lips into another kiss.

"Ah, ah, ah-" he tuts and presses his finger to your lips. "We haven't even been out on a date yet."

"What the fuck does that matter?" your eyes roll. He's doing this on purpose to torture you. Old habits die hard you suppose. Maybe that's a con of being friends with a man before you get involved.

"You've got about..." he checks an imaginary watch "Two months and about 20 shows to go before we can go on our real first date."

"You've got to be kidding me Jacob." you huff.

"Hey, I'm not the one who set that boundary. That would be you my sweet sweet guitar goddess." he's still holding firm to your hips and gloating down at you.

"Get the fuck off of me." you peck his cheek and push him to free yourself.

"I'm being respectful!" he call after you as you walk away.

You throw him a smile over your shoulder and saunter away. When you reach the dressing room, the rest of your bandmates are getting ready to find their seats to watch the show. The guys had made sure that at least for this show, the four of you would have a seat to spectate from.

You settle into the hard plastic seat sandwiched between Tabby and Liz, with Anika seated directly in front of you. Before you've had time to even try to get comfortable, the three of them are on you.

"So, what the fuck was that about?" Tabby asks grinning like an idiot.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You roll your eyes and chuckle a bit, trying extremely hard to play it cool.

"Don't even play like something didn't just happen between you and lover boy." Anika is twisted around and smiling knowingly at you. Like she's lived your exact scenario a hundred times before.

"Yeah, I've never jumped into the waiting arms of a guy I was 'just friends' with." Liz chimes in elbowing you in the ribs.

"Its none of your business." you're really laughing now, knowing you'll have to tell them something.

"Your lipstick is fucked up." Anika gestures toward your face.

You scramble a bit to get your phone and take a look.

"Ha! I lied!" she exclaims "But I fucking got you! You guys were totally knocking tonsils back there!"

"Look, I'm still trying to figure it out myself." you lean your elbows down onto your knees and bury your hands in your hair. "We haven't even been out yet, really."

"Hey, I was with you that night out in Savannah, little Jakey's been down bad for you since then. Maybe even before that." Tabitha is leaning back in her seat, arms stretched to either side, talking casually like its nothing.

"I'll spill the details after the show. Until then. You three. Just. Shut. Up." your face is burning through your makeup.

.....

Watching Jake perform is near pornographic. Especially after your encounter in the hallway. His face is contorted in a sort of music driven ecstacy. Sweat beads on his brow and glistens on his chest in the hot stage lights. Hands moving as quickly as lightning, his fingers teasing the strings in all the right ways, riffing so naturally that it must be an extension of his soul.

You're only a few yards from the edge of the stage, so close that you can imagine what his cologne might smell like mixed with his perspiration. You lock eyes with him just as the song ends and it's like the two of you are the only people in the world. High on the buzz of the stage, they are heavy lidded. You find that the only thing that lives within them in this particular moment is lust. Even from a distance you can feel him exposing you.

His gaze shoots through you like lightning and travels straight between your legs. While extremely turned on, you're also extremely annoyed. It's going to be a long, long tour.

Thanks for reading this week! Things are heating up a bit right?

If you're curious as to what Wolfsbane might sound like as a real band, check out Kelsey Karter and the Heroines. I heard their music and knew the girl band I included in this story would sound like them. I also feel like they would be a cool choice to get a GVF crowd hyped before a show. Give them a listen and let me know if you feel the same way.

This chapter was a little shorter, so expect something nice and long next week!

-E

#greta van fleet #jake gvf #jake kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fic #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #slow burn #soft fic

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vampireghostlawyer · 5 months

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what wings every termina contestant would get at buffalo wild wings

source: i work there

Abella: 20 traditional (10 mango habanero, 5 original buffalo, 5 sweet bbq) with bc and ranch

O'saa: 10 traditional (all lemon pepper rub) with carrots and celery

Marina: small cauliflower wings in asian zing with ranch

Karin: 15 boneless (5 asian zing, 5 lemon pepper sauce, 5 parmesan garlic) with double ranch

Daan: 6 boneless (thai curry), with ranch and celery

Marcoh: 30 traditional (10 caribbean jerk, 10 parmesan garlic, 10 hot)

Levi: 15 boneless (all lemon pepper sauce), with ranch and blue cheese

Olivia: large cauliflower wings in teriyaki with carrots and celery

August: 10 traditional, all salt and vinegar rub, with ranch and carrots

Pav: 5 tenders with a side of nashville hot and blue cheese

Samarie: small cauliflower wings in asian zing with ranch (copying marina's order)

#clem.txt #this made me want wings so bad #faht

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pkmn-smashorpass · 6 months

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Torchic is a Wendy's Spicy Chicken Nugget - Snack, not smash

Combusken is a Popeyes Ghost Pepper Chicken Wing - SMASH

Blaziken is a Nashville Hot Chicken - Hell yea I SMASH

Tf do you mean????

Combusken is a cold hot n spicy with old lettuce AT BEST

#with a hard bun too #I’m a proud Combusken hater #ask #anon #torchic #combusken #blaziken #pokemon #pkmn #pkmn smash or pass #pokemon smash or pass #smash or pass

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paracunt · 6 months

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I love hayley but I always think about that time she said at a concert that she’s very comfortable talking politics and I do think a large part of that is true but all of her political stances have been very US-based only with the exception of “the news” where the band referenced Ukraine. This is something that a lot of celebs do so I’m not blaming hayley alone on this but I remember when she rightfully called out trump on her insta stories multiple times for being a very loud and outspoken bigot but Biden is funding a genocide now so it’s disappointing that she’s not criticising him too. Biden might not be as loud of a racist as trump and desantis but the way he talked about the Palestinian people is dehumanising. A lot of white celebs are only brave enough to call out politicians who are very right wing but Biden is just as bad as them if you pay attention to his speeches and review his actions

I will never see celebs as a moral compass but I do think it’s very important for Americans to speak out cause knowing that Biden is using my tax dollars to fund the IDF makes me sick. I don't know how many times I sat in a history class, learning about genocides and wondered "how could anyone let this happen?" now I'm asking myself the same question while one is actively happening. The least the band could do is sign that artists4ceasefire letter and share ways to call Congress to demand a ceasefire. The band decided to release a song like “the news” and they’re gonna probably perform it hundreds of times again. They decided to be political in this era so it’s highly upsetting that they’re silent about all of this. Palestinian people are living in a nightmare situation and all they asked of us to use social media to share updates, to remember them and their culture and to amplify their voice. It’s such a simple request from people who are going through an ethnic cleansing.

if they keep performing “the news” next year and never speak on anything that’s happening right now, I’m gonna look at them very differently cause ignoring and moving on as if nothing happened is exactly what the IDF wants. They’re 3 white people from Nashville, do they think it’s unsafe for them to speak on this? Famous women of color like dua lipa, bella hadid, kehlani, and kelela are being harassed by zionist daily but they still share donation links and information cause they know it’s more important than the Israeli government's official account constantly tagging and bullying them. Hayley was with rep Justin Jones and he posted a caption “fighting fascism with @yelyahwilliams” a few weeks ago, So where’s all of this energy when our president is giving money and weapons to Israel only

Thank you for sending this ask, I appreciate it.

The truth of the matter is, i’ve realized that Paramore only talk about things that affect them or their friends and are morally “just” or “right”. If they are gonna be labeled antisemites they aren’t gonna say anything, (let me reiterate there is nothing antisemitic about wanting justice for palestine, for the brutal capture & tortures to stop happening, for the genocide to stop happening) because they don’t want to look bad. Ultimately they are just three white people who are rich & sheltered and won’t talk about things that will get them in hot water like this. If Hayley was really comfortable talking about politics she’d put her money where her mouth is, as would any other member of Paramore, but that isn’t happening.

I feel obligated as someone who fucking cares about people to say something, seeing all of the videos of children being pulled from rubble, Palestinians being tortured by IDF, the IDF soldiers laughing and making fun tiktok videos like they aren’t raping and murdering and torturing and committing war crimes on the daily; i cannot be okay with that. Joe Biden is nothing but a slimey little snake and like many old white men before him he will never be anything but that to me. It doesn’t matter how much he panders or whatever, the blood is on his hands and he is complicit in Genocide of the Palestinian people.

But, like many white liberals who are sitting on their comfy couches taking “mental health breaks” cuz they can’t stand to see another video on social media about the war because it “bothers them too bad” all i have to say about it is: How do you think the people who are being fucking mass murdered, living in constant fear, who run from place to place in the Gaza strip praying that they aren’t going to be bombed when they find somewhere where they think they may be safe, for even a moment, until another bomb drops? So yeah, I’m not gonna be nice about this, because personally I don’t give a fuck about acting like it’s okay for them to be silent, because it isn’t and it never will be and I will remember this for the rest of their careers.

and personally, I don’t ever want to hear another political speech from them until they say something about this, because now it just feels like a load of bullshit.

I love Paramore but we are allowed to be critical of them.

#ask

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the-invisible-queer · 2 months

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well you saw this coming (save it for after the dinner!)- BWW wing order headcanons, for as many people as come to you off the top of your head?

Besties I am so fucking bad at food asks because I don't know food because I stick to my safe foods everywhere I go

I'll do my best - I did look up the menu for this

Jason - triple bacon cheeseburger

Shane - all-American cheese burger

Nate - buffalo chicken wrap

Kevin - Nashville hot chicken sandwich

Joe - smoked brisket burger

Nick - southern chicken sadwich

Stella - classic chicken wrap

Macy - she does the wings challenge and holds the record at their local BWW

Brett - Nashville hot chicken sanwich

Will - order of basic Buffalo wings

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ky-hound · 2 years

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Monday evening wind down, who’s in tonight???

We’re winding down with some Nashville hot wings and waffle fry nachos with a few cold ones before movin on to some bourbon. @bloodybucket @southernkiss74 @hotbosssecretrealm @lonestar-badash @pcasso @sexualchocolate36 @swim-girl @brody-dangeldorpher @ckisses4u @alfewulf @nicaliciousxo @barefoottraveler @ladyluck29 @ta-petite-lapine @jouet69 @ky-foxy and anyone else who wants to join in, tag your friends

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chronically-ghosted · 7 months

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Nosy Asks 👀

2 + 41 + 42

2: Shoe size

7 or 7.5 (US). i have tiny feet in comparison to my height.

41: Where I want to be right now

honestly, i'm home right now and after two weeks of traveling, i'm exactly where i want to be! 🤍

42: The last thing I ate

oh boy. double dave's pizza of the month: nashville chicken (Nashville hot sauce, boneless wings, red onion, bread & butter pickles, mozzarella, cheddar) -- The Boy has been the pizza of the month every month of the year and we couldn't NOT get it for september 🙄

#taylor talks #these answers make me look like a maniac

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 1 year

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Today I will

continue eating my body weight in cherries;

make Nashville hot wings and a pepperoni pizza from scratch; and

FINISH WRITING WHAT I'M WRITING

if its the last thing I do.

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fizzigigsimmer · 2 years

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Brainstorming. Before season four aired I had this idea for a fic (tentatively titled Crash & Flow) where Billy is an ex rocker who left his group to go solo due to artistic differences (aka everyone was blasted on drugs and they were starting to lean into xenophobic and homophobic bullshit that billy wasn’t down for). After a stint in rehab he movees down to Nashville to stay with Max and gets a menial job at a studio to pay the bills while he works on his album, exorcising his demons- instead of going to therapy Billy wrote some songs. Anyway the music isn’t flowing like it used to and Billy’s frustrated and secretly afraid (because who is he if not this and maybe Neil was right about him) which isn’t helped by the fact that he’s stuck cleaning up for these country music assholes who look down on him. At first Billy thinks Steve is like all the rest (albeit super hot) and is rude and standoffish to him, but he can’t help but keep watching - there’s something about him.

When Steve starts coming to the studio late at night Billy realizes Steve has a gift, and that he is lost too. Billy gets all thinky and meta about how lonely is the head that wears the crown, and gets his flow back. He becomes a little obsessed with watching Steve/writing lyrics about how America kills its darlings, feeling caged and ready to kill etc. It’s not long before he wants to fuck Steve’s shit up and bad, but he’s afraid of doing anything to ruin “the flow”. He’s gone all phantom of the opera on us.

Steve is in a popular pop/country duo with Nancy “King & Country” and they are like America’s sweethearts, and it was a love story for the ages - except behind the scenes they fell out of love ages ago but stay together because of the pressure. Steve struggles with depression, sexual confusion, and an increasing apathy for his music and life in general. But instead of going to therapy he seeks out new ways to get high. Dustin and everyone are very worried. He ends up at this bar one night in a sketchy part of town and it turns out to be an underground club for queer folk. Billy is playing there and Steve is really moved by the music and attracted to him. Recognizing him, Steve approaches him to talk about music, but Billy can spot a guy who wants some from a mile away and is like “do you wanna talk or fuck?” And they have some pretty nasty but thrilling sex in some place not nearly private enough.

Steve is hooked. Like this is the best high he’s ever had and if Billy could eat his soul he would. He pulls Steve down the rabbit hole of the wonderfully strange and wicked world of the 1980s queer punk rock scene, and he watches as Steve grows wings and sets fire to his ‘good boy’ image and the career that went along with it and Billy will do anything he can to keep fueling that fire (because he knows that when it goes out, Steve leaves and he’s alone again). He doesn’t realize that Steve thinks the same way, that Billy is only interested in deflowering America’s sweetheart and will be gone as soon as the thrill stops. So Steve keeps roping Billy into trying more dangerous and depraved shit (sex and drugs mostly) and they just become this codependent mess that results in gorgeous music. Poor Dustin and Max are pulling their hair out and trying to stop the train before the inevitable crash.

Haven’t worked out an ending yet… maybe they get their shit together and start learning healthier ways to cope. But I am leaning towards they have to go their separate ways, because when you’re that close to a situation and stuck in a cycle with someone, sometimes distance is the only thing that can save you. Any thoughts?

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #billy x steve #fizzi writes fic #plotting #sometimes ideas nibble at my brain #brainstorming

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