#v. nashville.

[destielmemenews]

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[tkachuktkaching]

Matthew Tkachuk of the Florida Panthers in action against the Nashville Predators during a preseason game at the Amerant Bank Arena on September 22, 2024 in Sunrise, Florida.

(Photo by Joel Auerbach/Getty Images)

[acemeg]

shoutout the guy behind me that kept joking that the preds are going 0-82 this season

[jami-c]

when they said the school shooter was "female" you wouldn't catch me dead trying to defend this saying shit like "she's female. she lives in the south and went to a christian school and probably feels betrayed and angry because of Roe v. Wade being overturn."

why defend this murderer based on any sort of identity and struggle? killing random people isn't how ya cope. killing little kids is especially fucked up and evil.

i do not feel sorry for this person.

[footballfangworl]

Is it unreasonable to be super confident about this game? Like I’m not even breaking a sweat we’re gonna smoke them.

[variouspositions1984]

went 2 the secondhand cd store and spent $100 on cds yeehaw

[raysofcrosby]

not my cc limit getting raised $2,000 🫠

[jackalopefreckles]

Okay so yes tumblr sugar daddys are fake, REDDIT sugar daddys however

[tkachuktkaching]

Matthew Tkachuk of the Florida Panthers heads out to the ice for warm ups prior to the start of their game against the Nashville Predators at the Amerant Bank Arena on March 21, 2024 in Sunrise, Florida. (Photo by Eliot J. Schechter/NHLI via Getty Images)

[bitchinyoga]

Abortion is a Man's Issue Too.

A woman’s right to autonomy over her body is in jeopardy. The all powerful black robed Conservatives have created a path for forced birth. A woman who wants to terminate her pregnancy should be ratted out. Held captive. Fate not hers to engineer. Her pregnancies are state business because women are property of the state. Why doesn’t the Republican enforcement party say anything about the…

[serpentinebrando]

V; pirate - Instead of returning home after making the deal with the serpent and killing his father, Lucien was intercepted by a crew of pirates who thought to hold him for ransom. Angry and eager to spill more wicked blood, Lucien challenged the Captain to a duel, insisting that if he won, the ship and crew would be his to command, and if he lost, they could do whatever they wanted with him. The Captain was ruthless and highly skilled, but his abilities were no match for the frigid fury of the prince. Lucien defeated him handily, watching as the light left his eyes, and thus became the new Captain of the Shadow. Any rebellion or doubt was quickly squashed when he revealed the nature of his familiar, striking terror into the hearts of his crew. They didn’t even question him when he turned them to privateering in service of his brother. He’s since become a legend of the high seas.

V; modern - Takes place in modern day Asheville, NC. Lucien wanted to get away from his father from the moment he found out his mother was divorcing the man, but it wasn’t meant to be. His mother didn’t think it was fair to uproot Cyrus and Luke while they were still in high school and move them down to Oklahoma, so she didn’t fight for custody. They were forced to remain in North Carolina while Kade and Katrina were allowed to leave with her and chase their dreams. Luke was beyond crushed. He did everything in his power to avoid his dad as much as possible, focusing on school, music, track, anything that would keep him out of the house. It worked for a year or two, but once Cyrus had graduated and moved out, Luke suddenly had his father’s full attention, which made it harder for him to sneak in and out of the house undetected. Naturally, they clashed often. Luke’s disdain for his father quickly became flat out hatred. He devoted all of his time and energy to finding ways to escape that house, as school was too easy for him. Posting his songs online in the hopes that some record producer in Nashville would hear them and sign him on, doing favors for football jocks in exchange for cash, lying about his age in order to moonlight as a bartender at a club just outside of Asheville, and even doing certain things in private that he would have regretted had he not received a hefty sum. His desperation and drive paid off. By senior year, he had his own motorcycle, driver’s license, and plans to run off to Nashville to jumpstart his career in country music as soon as he graduated. Luke could see the light at the end of the tunnel! He was so close to freedom he could taste it, and damn, it was so sweet, so enticing…only to be ripped out of reach when his dad caught on and forced him to start working for his construction team after school. No more track. No more music. No more bartending. Only what Garrett called a ‘real job’. Luke predictably went to Cyrus for help, who told him that he couldn’t do much of anything to aid the boy until he turned eighteen.

Frustrated, Luke began acting out. Skipping class, hooking up with anyone who would take him, including several of his father’s employees, drinking to excess, sneaking out to party, all the things that angry teenagers do. He even ran off to the coast with a few friends over Spring Break for an illicit beach bash, which he honestly doesn’t remember much of. A yacht was stolen. There was ton of alcohol involved. Everything went tits up when the cops arrived. He fell overboard, and would have drowned had he not encountered something in the roiling Carolina waters that reminded him of those illustrations on the edges of old maps: a massive sea serpent.

It reached into his mind, demanding to know why it shouldn’t devour him right then and there. Thinking quickly, he made a deal with it: life and power in exchange for a soul equally or more wicked than his own. Luke knew exactly who to sacrifice; the trick was getting back to Asheville to collect him without being arrested for grand theft marine, then dragging his father back to the coast. The serpent made things a little easier by shrinking down and offering to travel with him, insisting that it could survive almost as well on land as it did in the ocean. Its first gift to Luke was water breathing, allowing him to make it back to shore totally undetected beneath the waves. Avoiding the police was easily done, given the skills that he’d developed throughout his youth, and he knew none of his friends would rat him out, but things got far more complicated when he and his new companion accidentally interrupted a brutal murder. The serpent saw an opportunity for a meal and devoured the perpetrator, bestowing its gifts upon Luke far sooner than he’d imagined or intended, and proposed striking up a much more permanent partnership, which he accepted. The pact was sealed in ink, with a large tattoo of the sea serpent coiling its way up his left arm to mark him. He found a motel to sleep off the rest of his hangover in, then set off for Asheville early the next day.

Once home, he split his time between school, music, and vigilanteism, only occasionally showing up for work. He couldn’t bring himself to kill his father. Not yet. Instead, he focused yet again on making a life for himself, using his magic to his advantage. Once he was eighteen, he began bartending again, moving out of his dad’s house shortly afterward. He currently manages a club downtown where he occasionally plays his music, and is still saving up money to move to Nashville. Anyone who commits a truly heinous crime in his vicinity tends to mysteriously go missing, but he’s too charming for anyone to really want to question him.

V; Wizarding World - Lucien was only eight when he fell into the sea while in Raleigh on a family vacation. His muggle/no-maj mother feared the worst, desperately trying to spot her son amongst the waves so that she could throw him a life preserver. Lucien, however, managed to secure his survival in a most peculiar way. Just as his mother was about to call the Coast Guard, a massive sea serpent surfaced with the boy clinging to its back, carefully depositing him on the deck of their yacht. His family rushed to take care of him, asking him how in the blazes he managed to tame something like that! His answer was that he simply talked to it, begging not to drown, and it took pity on him. He later figured out that he could talk to all snakes, not just sea serpents, and through some relentless digging, found out that he was actually a wizard. His father was a descendant of a squib from the infamous Gaunt family, who had been cast out after his lack of magic had been discovered, but managed to evade obliviation by being even more cunning than his ancestors. Of course, because of MACUSA’s strict laws against Muggles/No-Majs intermingling with witches/wizards, when all of this finally came to light, Lucien and his family were forced to run and hide. They split up, with the twins taking off to Oklahoma to fly under the radar, their father and Cyrus fleeing deep into the Blue Ridge Mountains, and their mother taking Lucien all the way to Ireland to find sanctuary because she had dual citizenship. A few years later, Lucien got his letter to Hogwarts.

Naturally, he was sorted into Slytherin, though he didn’t exactly get along with most of his housemates. He was American, for one thing, and didn’t even bother to hide his thick ‘cowboy’ accent. They all assumed he was muggleborn, and didn’t belong in their pureblood house; the fact that he excelled in nearly every class only made him more of a target for some, while others eased up after recognizing his talents. He turned to music to deal with the stress, going so far as to smuggle an enchanted guitar into the school so that he could practice and write songs in the Room Of Requirement all through his last three years. After graduation, his studies eventually payed off, with a disguised record producer catching one of his shows at a local pub and offering him a contract. He took it in a heartbeat, becoming a world renowned rockstar over the course of the next decade, famous for his rebellious flair and Southern charm. He quickly became addicted to the spotlight, which led to other addictions, and by the time he realized it, his career had nearly died, taking his self esteem with it.

The summer of 1995 found him drowning his sorrows in whiskey and butterbeer at the Hogshead Pub, where he heard rumors swirling around about various faculty changes at Hogwarts. Sensing an opportunity, he kept his ears open and tried to sober up; this could be his ticket out of his self-made hell if he played his cards right. Sure enough, he heard that the ghostly History of Magic professor, Mr. Binns, had accidentally been exorcised, and Dumbledore was looking for someone to replace him. Lucien made a note of that, and wrote a letter to the Headmaster the next morning, eloquently offering his services. He’d always been a history nerd, after all, and had his own way of ensuring that learning about it would be fun. Dumbledore hired him after a series of interviews over tea, in which he managed to impress the old man with several hastily but well-constructed lesson plans, never once letting on that he was desperate and flying by the seat of his pants(Dumbledore knew and gave him a chance anyway). He officially joined the faculty that fall, along with Umbridge (whom he loathed with every fiber of his being) and a temporary Care of Magical Creatures instructor to fill in for Hagrid whist he was away. Lucien was usually sober during his lessons, bringing out his guitar and playing historically based rock/country songs in order to keep students engaged. It worked like a charm! Students were receiving higher marks in his class than in any previous History of Magic class, taking inspiration from his performed enthusiasm. Outside of class, however, he was a drunk and a shut-in, rarely engaging with the rest of the staff. On the plus side, Umbridge couldn’t exactly fire him because he’d proven to be an excellent teacher, and he made a point of avoiding her whenever possible. When she became headmistress, however, he was outraged. She had no right to take over the school like that, and with every proclamation she enacted, a little more of Hogwarts’s soul died. He made himself known to his students as someone they could talk to if they were struggling, revealing that he had his own issues that he was working through, too. In a sort of quiet rebellion against Umbridge, he did his best to boost students’ morale with new songs, relying more on his writing than the bottle to relieve stress in his off time. When she was finally ousted, he celebrated with the rest of the school.

He stayed on as the History of Magic professor for several years afterward, playing in concerts around the world and releasing albums during the summer months while teaching and writing songs from fall to spring. During the Battle of Hogwarts, he fought valiantly, saving Snape’s life by issuing commands to Nagini in Parseltongue and confusing the ever loving fuck out of her. After the dust settled, he finally revealed to the man that he, too, was an heir of Salazar Slytherin via the Gaunt family, but had kept it quiet for various reasons. After Hogwarts was rebuilt, he returned the following school year, and has been teaching there ever since, sponsoring a music program alongside Professor Flitwick. He’s mostly managed to stay sober, as well, despite still being an active rockstar.

[brutcllysoft]

@devilwomcn

rowan swears that the last four days have been nothing short of disastrous. usually she would say she's pretty good at compartmentalizing and looking at the big picture — even if something goes wrong, it doesn't mean everything is going wrong. typically she can keep her wits about her in these situations and carry on and make the best of it. except right now everything is going wrong and it has been from the moment her plane touched down in brazil. today, the weather is working against her with heavy rains and strong winds have started in the early hours of the morning, carrying on right through the afternoon despite reassurance from locals that it would let up soon.

the opposite had happened, though. rowan's sure it's raining harder now than it had been hours ago and her heart sinks into her stomach when she looks out at the venue, water having begun spilling in hours ago, steadily raising higher and higher. she pales, nausea churning in her stomach. "i think i'm gonna throw up." the venue has already been up her ass, reminding her of the fines that would come with cancelling or rescheduling and doing their best to reassure her that everything is still just fine. she turns to look a reina, blue eyes wide and borderline hysterical. "what do we do? we can't... this isn't safe, right?" she fans at her face with one hand, the other sweeping her hair off the back of her neck. she's hot suddenly. "this cannot be happening right now."

[footballfangworl]

well… at least we didn’t lose

[smallboyonherbike]

random music thought of the day: in country music it's often basically been a requirement to either exaggerate or completely fake a southern accent (which not even everyone born and raised in the south always has) while singing, but then a lot of singers will surprise me as Secret British ppl bc when you're not really trying or singing in your second language or talk singing most ppls accents kinda flatten out when they sing bc to sing well you've gotta really emphasize vowels in a difft way than speaking. idk it's Interesting

[nhlclover]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

summary: you return from a girls trip to nashville to your unusually clingy boyfriend

warnings: jack being a horny clingy boyfriend, v short sorry!

word count: 0.61k

As you stepped off the plane, the exhaustion of the past week began to settle over you like a heavy blanket. You’d spent the last few days in Nashville for one of your friend's bachelorette parties. The trip was filled with endless drinking and nights spent on Broadway in every country bar you could find.

Now, back in New Jersey with your energy sucked dry, you couldn’t wait to be back in your own bed. As you approached baggage claim, you spotted Jack, his eyes impatiently scanning around. When they landed on you, his face lit up. He didn’t wait for you to come to him, instead weaving through the crowd and meeting you where you stood.

He wrapped you up in his arms, holding you close to him as if he was scared to let go. You couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend's greeting. You had been gone only five days but Jack was acting as if you’d been away for months.

“Aw, did you miss me?” you asked teasingly. Jack simply nodded, his grip tight and unwavering. You giggle, finding a way to pull back slightly, looking into your boyfriend's soft eyes. “I missed you too.”

Eventually, you collected your bag from the conveyor belt, heading out to the parking lot where Jack’s car was parked. As you walked to the car, Jack's arm remained firmly around your waist.

Bag in hand, you made your way to the parking lot, Jack's arm still securely around your waist. The drive home was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances by Jack, just glad to have you in his presence again. When you got back to your apartment, you spotted Luke lounging on the couch, watching the Lakers game.

“Oh thank God you’re back.” Luke sighed upon seeing you. “He’s been pouting the whole time you were gone like a lost puppy.”

Jack shot a look at him. “I was not pouting.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking at Jack. “Seriously, babe? You know, you're always off on road trips and you never act like this when you get back.”

Jack shrugged sheepishly, his hand finding hers once again. “I dunno… it was different this time.”

A small blush crept on his cheeks, your teasing expression softening as you brushed a stray lock of hair from Jack's forehead. “Well, even though I had fun in Nashville, I missed you too and I’m glad to be back. So you can stop pouting.”

"Good," he said, pulling you close again. "Because I really did miss you."

Luke snorted from the couch. "Alright, lovebirds, not in the living room. Some of us are trying to watch TV here."

You rolled your eyes and tugged Jack toward the bedroom. "Come on, let's give Luke his space," you say. “You can help me unpack.”

You grabbed your suitcase, bringing it into your bedroom, glad to be back in the familiar space. Jack’s clinginess didn’t subside as he trailed you closely, hands never straying from your touch.

“Jack, seriously, what’s gotten into you?” you ask once again. You turn in his arms, looking into his eyes, noting his sudden change in demeanour.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “I really did miss you,” he murmured.

You rolled your eyes, suddenly understanding his clinginess. “Seriously? This is why you were pouting? Cause you were horny?”

Jack’s sheepish smile was your only answer before he leaned in to kiss you deeply. Your playful resistance melted away as you responded to his kiss, pulling him closer. Your teasing turned into a passionate reunion as you let yourselves get lost in each other’s touch.

[chris-hallelujah]

A Fan's Fiction? | c.s.

Summary: A fan meets the triplets out in public and lives out all of our dreams.

Warnings: FuckBoy!Chris (I guess?), fingering, p in v (protected), foul language

Word Count: 1.4k

My Master List

A/N: Thank you all so so much for 100 followers! I asked and you answered this as the celebration post. Enjoy! All ideas are my own, I do not give consent for them to be posted on any other platform.

<3 - Billie

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The busyness of the diner went in one ear and out the other as you sat alone in the booth of the small restaurant just outside of Nashville. You were on a solo trip to see the Sturniolo Triplets Versus Tour. While many fans traveled with their siblings or friends, you were a tad bit older than most of the fandom, being just a year older than the boys. While being closer to their age was nice, you found it harder to find friends your age with the same interest in the brown hair, blue eyed YouTubers.

You scrolled through Tumblr on your phone as you sat waiting on the waitress to cash you out. You decided to stay in a town outside of Nashville to avoid the business - and cost - of the hotels by the venue.

"Nice hoodie," a deep voice caught you off guard. You looked down at your Fresh Love hoodie before looking up, jaw slack. You locked eyes with Matt Sturniolo. The Matt Sturniolo.

"Holy shit," you mumbled. He laughed slightly and turned over his shoulder, waving Nick and Chris over. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with the man you've dreamed about for years. "Oh my god," was all you could manage out. Your cheeks heated as you realized your appearance. A long day of traveling had you with no makeup on, a sweatshirt, and running shorts. Of course you would be meeting your favorite people like this.

You stood up, all of you exchanging introductions. "You in town for the show?" Nick asked.

You nodded, "Yea, I am. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Are you from here?" Chris chimed in, his eyes seeming to look deeply into you.

You shook your head. "No, I drove about seven hours actually," you said with a small laugh, "I thought about enjoying Nashville a bit, but figured right in the city would be hectic." The boys nodded and added in that they were in the same boat. They joined your booth and you all sat conversing for a little bit. This was what you had always wanted, just to have the opportunity to hang out with the people who made you laugh more than anyone else.

As Nick and Matt sat arguing in the booth across from you, you felt a bump against your knee. You looked down seeing Chris' leg against yours. Slowly looking up to meet his gaze, he smirked softly at you before breaking up the argument between his brothers as if he wasn't completely sending you into a spiral right now. There was no way he was into you...right?

As the night carried on you found yourself walking down the street with the triplet boys. Conversation having revealed you were staying at the hotel next to theirs. As you guys walked to your hotel you began exchanging goodbyes and taking a few selfies with a promise not to reveal their location until they were long gone. Matt and Nick began walking towards their hotel building but Chris lingered. "You coming, kid?" Matt asked over his shoulder.

"I'll, uh, I'll catch up with you guys," Chris called out. Nick and Matt shared a look shaking their heads with a small laugh. You stood there wide eyed as Chris turned to you. "You mind spending some more time together?" he spoke so smoothly.

"Huh? Yea, no, for sure," you stammered out leading him inside the hotel. The elevator ride was thick with tension as you rode to the third floor. Leading him off the elevator and to your room, you swiped in with a key card. There is no way this was really happening. This had to be a dream or a hallucination. Anything else seemed more likely in the moment. You opened the door to your room and he followed you in. He sat on your bed and looked at you with a smirk.

"Come here, you're acting so afraid of me," he chuckled lightly, referencing you standing against the wall. You smiled trying to relax a bit and sat down next to him.

"Sorry, I just - this has been a very exhilarating," a light laugh left your lips, "I've been a fan of you guys for a while." You spoke, blushing a bit and rubbing your hands against your jeans as you felt them get clammy.

"Just relax," Chris smiled at you, "I'm the same Chris whose videos you watch. Don't get too in your head." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, moving slightly closer to you. Your breath hitched as you looked down at his lips and then back up at his eyes. "Can you keep a secret?" he whispered. You nodded, hoping that this was leading where you thought it was.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Your hands quickly found his hair as his made their way to your hips. Holy shit this is what you had always wanted. And it was better than you could have ever dreamed.

Within a handful of minutes you were both left in your underwear. Chris leaned over you, his arms on either side of your head. You were both breathing heavily as he leaned closer to you, "You're sure you're cool with this?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. Nodding in agreement you pulled him down to kiss you again. It was a hungry mess of lips and teeth clashing together. Chris' hands found your thong, pulling it off slowly. You lifted your hips up to help him slip them off. He stuck a finger in your mouth and you swirled your tongue around it. Removing his finger with a small 'pop' he reached down between your bodies, finding your clit.

Your head flew back against the pillow as a gasp left your lips. He smirked as his finger moved in small circles. "Like that, pretty girl?" he spoke in your ear. Your hand gripping his bicep answered the question for him, but you nodded aggressively anyway. He slowly inserted a finger into you and put his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh Chris!" you whimpered. His hand pumped into you slowly, teasing you. You arched your back causing him to chuckle softly at you. His free hand held your wrists above your head as he looked into your eyes. You felt your body tensing as your orgasm approached. "I'm so close, Chris, please!" you pleaded. A whine left your mouth as he removed his hand.

"Ah ah. Not yet," he placed a quick kiss to your forehead as he got up retrieving a condom from his wallet. You were left there panting and frustrated. He rolled the condom on, groaning softly at the contact. You looked over his body. Just like SpicyTok suspected, he was huge. Chris walked over to the bed and grabbed your ankles. You yelped in surprise as he pulled you down to the edge of the bed and flipped you over, before you could even process what was happening. You felt a hand on your back causing it to arch. The tip of Chris' dick swiped through your folds, teasing you. A moan escaped you and he slowly pushed into you. Both of you shared a gasp at how great it felt. He gave you a moment to adjust before slowly thrusting into you. The feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced. His hands held your hips as he moved in and out of you. The room filling with skin slapping and soft moans. Your previous almost orgasm not far away. A slap sounded through the hotel room as he smacked your ass. "Doing so good," he groaned watching where your bodies connected. "Gettin' close?" he smirked.

"So - ah! - So close," you moaned out.

"Go ahead, baby, I'm right behind you," he spoke breathlessly. You felt ecstasy rush through your body, practically collapsing had Chris not been holding you up. Your legs shook and you gripped the sheets until your fingers turned white as you cried out. Feeling you pulse around him was enough to send him over the edge as well. A moan of your name fell from his lips as he rode out his high. He still behind you, before slowly pulling out.

An hour or so later, you had showered and were now tucked under the covers. The memories of the night running through your head. Chris had left a little bit ago leaving you with the hookup for a VIP ticket to tomorrow's show.

You pulled out your phone, unable to sleep. You would never tell anyone about that night, but maybe, just maybe, you'd write a fanfic about it on Tumblr...