#lou's live yaps

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[28ms28]

Pretty sure they ask James vowels for valtteri related things

bono sent valtteri as a sacrificial lamb for a lewis podium

[zinnia-likes-music]

today i'm listening to #0028

i saw alice phoebe lou opening for clairo a few nights ago :)

i started listening to her music recently to prepare for the concert & i was so upset that she wouldn't be playing this cause it's my favourite of hers

but she didn't have her band because of the toronto reschedules so she sort of improvised her setlist

AND SHE PLAYED THIS

i was truly shocked i almost started crying hearing it live

I LOVE LIVE MUSIC

also yeah i already used this for a TILT but who's counting

[nervoussagittarius]

a vlog that’s pretty much just y/n’s day in the life

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: your boyfriend and his brothers film a day of their life, including their time with you. request

warning: fluffy, slightly suggestive (if you look hard enough), language

“wake up sleep heads,” nick said focusing the camera on yours and chris’s sleeping frames. “we’re filming our lives today and you guys need to get up.”

a slight groan could be heard from your boyfriend, but you made no efforts to acknowledge it. you were to focused on the deep sleep you were attempting to fall back into. “what nick?” chris’s voice had sleep prominent in it. his words made you more alert than before.

you picked your head up slightly but quickly threw it back down, loudly sighing at the light nick pointed at the two of you. you head came in contact with chris’s arm, slightly scaring him. “nick what the fuck are you doing kid. can’t you see she’s trying to sleep.” chris was less concerned about his own comfort then yours. he turned his body into you, blocking you from the light.

“can you two just get up and start yapping so this video is entertaining?”

“yea nick, just get the fuck out”

with nick leaving the room, chris started getting out of bed as well. becoming more coherent, you looked over at chris as he was picking both of your guys clothes off the floor from last night. “chris, get back in bed with me” you said to him giving him a slight smirk. he smiled at you before launching himself back in the bed.

the boys had a couple meetings that morning, so they picked up the camera again as you all were shopping for ingredients for dinner. since you volunteered to make them food it was the boys job to figure out everything you needed.

nick walked behind you, chris, and matt so he could film what the three of you were doing. matt pushed the cart as chris kept his death grip on your hand, pulling you with him and pointing out every interesting thing he saw. “look at the flowers, baby. do you want flowers? i’m gonna buy you flowers. what kind do you want?” chris dropped your hand walking away from you as he looked intently at the flowers trying to choose the prettiest ones. “you don’t need to buy me flowers” you had to raise your voice a little so he could hear you, but in response all you got was a little hand wave brushing your comment off.

nick turned the camera on you. “your boyfriend is like a child. he doesn’t listen.” you gave his a shrug and a laugh. “i think i have to have a talk with mary lou to see what went wrong with that one” you said pointing at chris, who was now walking back over to you three with two different bouquets of flowers.

“you referring to your amazing boyfriend, who’s buying you flowers might i add, as ‘that one’ is crazy.” chris found his place at your side. he handed you the flowers and pulled a piece of lint off of the fresh love hoodie of his that you were wearing. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, honey. also, i said you didn’t have to buy me flowers.” “exactly that why i’m buying you two.” he said kissing your forehead nodding in matt’s direction for you to start walking.

poor matt had been done most of the grocery shopping himself. none of you were paying enough attention to him, so when you got home to make dinner the ingredients were definitely a suprise. luckily you ended up with chicken and pasta so the rest came easily.

chris came up to you with the camera as you were cooking. “what are you making chef?” before you even got the chance to open your mouth and respond another comment was being made by chris. “vlog, look at how pretty my girlfriend is. she’s actually perfection” he put the camera on the counter so it was facing both of you. he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the stove so you were in frame. “give them a spin ma. wearing my brand and everything”

you faked annoyance as you spun beside chris. not being able to keep a straight face for long you broke into laughter. when you returned to facing him he pulled you into a hug. he released your shoulders so he could hold your face him his hands. with your arms still around his waist, you leaned up to give him a small kiss.

matt came over to you guys, looked at you in disgust, and grabbed the camera off the counter. “sorry for you had to see that. chef matt is taking over because our original chef has become distracted.” matt tried to take your spot at the stove, but you weren’t going to allow it. “matt do not touch that you’re going to ruin it.” the bickering went on between you two for a while before realizing you could just work together.

that night, after eating and cleaning up the dishes, top golf was suggested by none other then chris sturniolo. his love for the activity was one that you’d never understand, but you went nonetheless.

a few rounds went by before you inevitably realized you’d never win against those three so you took over vlogging for them instead. the camera pointed at nick as he took his swing. “ohhh well that was definitely something.” you said from behind the camera. nick was far enough away that he couldn’t hear your comment, but you’d definitely get shit for it while he edited. the two boys to you left of a kick out of it though.

matt and chris broke out into laughter catching the attention of nick. “what are you two fuckers laughing about? try to do better.” he said, giving them attitude. you held back your laugh as nick sat to the right of you.

for entertainment purposes (and also to annoy him) you started narrating everything matt did. “and… matt sturniolo picks up his golf club. he waves it in front of the sensor. he gets his golf ball. he gets ready to hit. is it going to be good ladies, gentleman, and nonbinaries? we’ll see. and he hits, and it’s…… not as good as nicks shot.” matt side eyes you as chris starts laughing uncontrollably. he falls into your side sending you and the camera to the right into nick.

nick takes the camera from you since your posture has been infiltrated by chris’s body. chris is still laughing when matt gets back to the seats, so like any brother would, matt slaps him upside the head. chris groans as he pokes your shoulder. you’re conversation with nick gets cut off when you look over at him. “matt hit me” chris says with a childish tone. “okay and what do you want me to do about it babe? i’m not your mother. hit him back. i don’t fucking know” you say with a laugh.

the game quickly comes to an end with matt coming out in first place. the four of you decide to call it a night. and start walking back to the van.

when you guys finally got to the car nick started to outrow the video. “alright guys that’s it for this weeks vlog thank you so much for watching” he turned the camera towards the front of the car as you leaned over chris’s shoulder.

“chris can you please play 34+35 remix for nick and i.”

“no y/n” “absolutely not”

and with that the video concluded.

an: i didn’t have much motivation to write the past couple of days but i hope y’all enjoy this 🤍

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Lol what is Lando doing everyone's complaining about him

one thing about charles, he WILL be beefing with lando

[hsunrry]

winter house // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you and your enemy end up together in winter house, with your few other friends.

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words: ~4,6k

tropes: enemies to lovers

warnings: smut18+, alcohol, mention of drugs, mention of being hit, angst (slight, i guess), handjob, fingering, oral (m receiving), protected sex, praise

a/n: request from @madstyles3204, angst with happy ending (i guess, i don’t feel it really, i’ll do better next time). i originally planned to do series from it, but i didn’t have that much idea for it, so it just end up being long one shot, enjoy!

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“can you stop touching me?” you snapped into his direction.

“i’m not!” he crossed his arms on his chest. you pointed at his thigh. “oh come on, my legs are long i have to sit somehow!” he said. sitting in the backseat for a long trip with two other people wasn’t really your dream, especially when your enemy is sitting right next to you.

“can you guys just stop?” Niall, who was sitting on your left rolled his eyes.

“why am i sitting in the middle anyway?” you asked. “come on, switch with me.” you made puppy eyes to Niall.

“nuh-uh, you know the rules, you’re short so you’re sitting in the middle.” he smiled. you shook your head, trying to get as far from Harry as you possibly could. you plastered to Niall’s side. he scoffed. “comfortable?”

“can i just go to sleep on your shoulder? we still have like 4 hours of driving.” you asked, ignoring his question. he shook his head amused, but he quickly nodded after that. you laid comfortably on his shoulder, ready to drift off to sleep. after couple of minutes, you managed to actually do that. Harry frowned.

“did she actually fell asleep that quickly?” Niall only nodded at his question. “finally, peace. i can’t stand her yapping and complaining about everything.” Louis, who was driving only chuckled at his words.

“she’s only complaining about your presence, i can’t really understand why you two don’t like each other that much.” Emma, Louis’s girlfriend said from passenger seat.

“it’s not important.” he muttered, looking at the snow slowly falling from sky. it was getting more snowy with every hour you were closer to the final destination. after 4 hours of sleeping on Niall’s shoulder, you finally arrived to the winter house that you all were renting for almost whole winter season. you woke up when the car stopped, rubbing your eyes.

“looks like sleeping princess decided to join us.” Niall grinned.

“shut up blondie.” your voice sleepy. when you finally walked out of the car, you felt cold winter air hitting you everywhere. you shivered, quickly going to the trunk for your suitcases. Louis unpacked the trunk from everyone’s stuff and you all started taking everything inside. the house was pretty big, for sure for more than 5 people, but it was still looking warm and cozy. wooden walls and furniture, big fireplace in the living area with open-concept kitchen. it was really spacious. one big bathroom on the bottom floor and one a little smaller on the first floor. all four rooms were upstairs, so obviously Louis and Emma were sleeping together in one of them.

“rock, paper, scissors who’s gonna sleep in the room next to Lou and Em.” Niall stated. you raised your eyebrow. “what? i don’t want to hear them fucking, so i think it’s fair.”

“oh fuck off mate.” Louis rolled his eyes, going into the room with his girlfriend and all their stuff. you played with Niall and Harry. they both went with rock and you went with paper.

“looks like i’m the first lucky one.” you chuckled and you could see Harry rolling his eyes. they both played and he won. Niall groaned.

“for fucks sake!” he grabbed his suitcases, going to the room next to theirs. you looked at the two rooms next to each other at the opposite side of the other two ones. you grabbed your two big suitcases and you went to the one of them. they were all identical inside, so it wasn’t really important who’s gonna take which. you walked inside the room. it was perfect size, really cozy, with king sized bed, tv, big dresser under it and two nightstands on each side of the bed. you placed one of your suitcases on the bed, unpacking your stuff to the big dresser and some more important things to the nightstand. after emptying both of them you laid down on the bed, stretching yourself with quiet groan. few minutes later Niall bursted into your room, without knocking of course.

“what?” you mumbled half-asleep since you wanted to take a quick nap and you were almost sleeping already.

“me, Louis and Emma are going shopping for some important stuff and food, you’re almost sleeping so i assume you don’t wanna go?” you nodded sleepily at his question. “do you need something?”

“tampons, Em knows which ones.” you mumbled, covering yourself with blanket. he only nodded and left your room. you took a nap finally, waking up after 2 hours. when you walked out of the room you discovered that they didn’t came back yet, so you went to the living area. you sat on the couch in front of fireplace, taking blanket from the basket to cover yourself. you leaned on the armrest, looking at the fire.

“you seriously have to be there?” you heard Harry’s voice behind you. you rolled your eyes, not even looking at him.

“so what?” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “sorry we have to tolerate each other for whole winter, because you decided that you want to come with us.”

“they never told me you’ll be here.” he snapped. you could heard him going to the open-concept kitchen. he opened the fridge. “it’s empty, it’s been two hours, they seriously didn’t came back yet?” you didn’t responded him. he went closer to the couch, looking down at you. he narrowed his brows when he saw you pretending to be asleep. “are you pretending to be asleep? seriously?”

“i don’t know what are you talking about.” you mumbled.

“you’re such a bitch.” he muttered, walking away to the stairs. you only showed him your middle finger, opening your eyes again to look and relax near fireplace. after some time they eventually came back from shop. they putted like 15 nets with groceries on the kitchen counter.

“we did groceries, you and Harry are unpacking them.” Niall ruffled your hair.

“i’d rather do this alone.” you stood up from the couch, leaving blanket on it. he shook his head.

“there is so much, i’m gonna get him.” without waiting for your response, he stormed upstairs to get him. you sigh, starting unpacking first bag. after few seconds you heard footsteps going downstairs. when he entered the kitchen you looked at him for brief second. “i got this, you don’t have to.”

“oh shut up, i’m here already.” he grabbed one of the nets to unpack it. you bite your tongue to not argue anymore, because there was literally no point in doing it now. you smiled when you saw cinnamon rolls in the bag you were unpacking. you grabbed it, looking at it like you were in love. he looked at you. “ew.”

“what ‘ew’?” you raised your eyebrow while looking at him. he pointed at the cinnamon rolls with his head. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“no, i don’t know how can you like that.” he shrugged, going back to unpacking his net. you scoffed.

“did you ever even tried this?” you asked, looking between him and rolls. he frowned.

“i don’t have to try something to know that i don’t like it.” he mumbled, not looking at you. “also, they look like someone cum on them, they must be so good.” he said ironically. you shook your head, taking one from the package and biting it. he scrunched his nose. you slid the package into his direction. “what are you doing?”

“just try it.” you said after swallowing. he looked at the cinnamon rolls and then at you.

“you’re so annoying.” he mumbled, taking one from the package and taking a bite. he chewed few times, looking at the roll. he swallowed and licked his lips from frosting. you smiled tiny bit to yourself when he took another bite. “shut up.” he said with mouth full of cinnamon roll.

~~~~~ next day, evening ~~~~~~~~

“are we finally drinking something or what?” Louis grabbed 6-pack of cold beer from the fridge and putted it on coffee table in front of us. everyone grabbed one, except for you. Harry looked at you.

“you’re not drinking?” he raised his eyebrow. you shook your head. “you’re not fun at all, y/n.”

“i’m not fun because i don’t want to drink like the rest?” he nodded, opening his beer. “i never had alcohol in my mouth, for your information.”

“you never tried alcohol?” he asked in disbelief. you nodded. “so you’re gonna try it now. just like you made me try this stupid rolls.” he approached you with open beer can. you could already smell it and your stomach twisted from this.

“i said that i’m not-“ you started, but he grabbed your chin, causing you to open your mouth and he poured a little to it. it was happening all so fast, you didn’t even had a time to react. you spat everything on your hoodie, looking at him with wide eyes. stupid grin plastered to his face. you stood up and quickly went upstairs to your room.

“dude.” Niall sigh and Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. Harry looked confused.

“come on, it was just a joke, she’s overdramatic, like always.” he shrugged, sitting down on the couch. Niall frowned.

“you know her dad is dead, right?” Harry nodded at his question.

“yeah, so what?” he looked at him. Niall shook his head.

“he died from overdose of alcohol and drugs.” he stated. Harry froze for a second and he could feel sick in his stomach. he quickly composed himself, acting like he doesn’t really care about that.

“it’s just a beer.” he mumbled, taking long sip. Louis opened his can.

“you’re an asshole sometimes mate.” he mumbled, taking a sip as well. Harry clenched his jaw and didn’t said anything.

in meantime you went to your room and immediately took off stinky with beer hoodie. you could smell on your body this scent and feel the taste on your tongue. you quickly went to the shared bathroom and took off everything you had on yourself to the washing machine. first you brushed your teeth to get rid of the taste and soon after you stepped into the shower cabin. you washed yourself and your hair quickly. you walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in towel, your hair still damp. you saw Harry going up the stairs. he looked like he was about to say something, but you just went to your room. you went to the dresser to pick up new clothes. you heard a knock on your door. “yeah?”

“can i come in?” you heard his voice.

“if you have to.” you said, grabbing panties and bra from one of the drawers. you heard him coming inside. you looked at him. “what?”

“i didn’t know about your dad, i just wanted to get under your skin as always. i got it too far this time.” he said, biting inside of his cheek. you raised your eyebrow. “seriously, sorry.”

“you didn’t know, just don’t do something like that next time.” you said, not really looking at him and grabbing cotton shorts from your dresser. he nodded. you could feel him staring at you, since you were still only in the towel. “anything else you want or what?” he snapped back to reality after your question.

“uh… no, i just wanted to say that.” he said before he walked out of your room. you quickly changed into the hoodie and cotton shorts, looking through the window at dark winter night. he was acting weird. why would he EVER say ‘sorry’ to you? you shook your head and decided to go back downstairs. Louis and Niall were sitting on the couch together, talking and laughing. you saw Emma in the kitchen, so you decided to approach her instead of the boys.

“how are you feeling?” she smiled softly, referring to what Harry did earlier. you just shrugged.

“i’m okay now, he’s just annoying as always.” you mumbled, grabbing cinnamon roll from the package that was laying on the counter.

“but he care.” she said, looking at you taking a bite. you chuckled and swallowed.

“he don’t care.” you stated, taking another bite.

“he felt guilty, even if he didn’t wanted to show it to us after you went upstairs. you know i’m good at reading even the smallest expressions.” she said while grabbing bagel.

“i mean, he came to me and he said sorry tho.” you looked at her. she smiled.

“can i ask you why you two don’t like each other that much? you never told me.” she took a bite of her food, looking at you in anticipation.

“honestly?” she nodded, so you continued. “i don’t know.”

“wait, what do you mean ‘i don’t know’? you’re telling me that you two ‘hate’ each other and you don’t know why?” she raised her eyebrows.

“not exactly.” you bite inside of your cheek. “i know he have a reason, but i don’t know what’s that reason. he joined for the last year of high school, remember? yeah, so it was a party in my now ex-best friend house and i just wanted to say ‘hi’ and maybe know him a little better, he seemed interesting. that was my plan, but when i approached him, he just snapped at me for no reason and i guess from that day i’m just matching his energy towards me.” you shrugged. “i mean, why would i should be nice and sweet when he’s a dick to me?”

“so you’re telling me, that you two are like that and you didn’t even asked him WHY he don’t like you?” she asked confused. you nodded. “this is stupid.”

“maybe it is, but i’m not gonna ask him.” you said, not looking at her. “it’d be weird now.”

“well, okay, but you’d know at least.” Emma crossed her arms on her chest. you looked at her. you were about to say something, but Harry walked into the kitchen. he looked at you and Em concerned.

“all quiet all of a sudden.” he mumbled, grabbing orange juice from the fridge. you just stood there with her, looking at each other. he raised his hand to grab a cup from the cabinet, but you flinched slightly at his movements, immediately cursing yourself for doing that. ha narrowed his brows. “why did you flinched?”

“no reason, just thought something was falling on me from cabinet.” you said, obviously lying. he was looking at you for few seconds and before he could say something else, you spoke again. “sorry, have to go to the bathroom.” and with that you disappeared upstairs. he looked confused at Emma. she just shrugged. he looked into the direction where you went and he sigh quietly. he putted orange juice back to the fridge, going after you upstairs. he knew you didn’t went to the bathroom, so he knocked on the doors of your room. you opened and looked up at him. “what?”

“you thought i was gonna hit you?” he walked into the room, closing doors behind him. you shook your head. “stop lying!” he raised his voice, causing your flinch again. you looked at him with wide eyes. his gaze softened. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to raise my voi-“

“why do you hate me?” you interrupted him. he looked at you, clearly taken aback. he cleared his throat.

“you kidding, right?” he asked, but when you shook your head he narrowed his brows. “you seriously don’t know?”

“well, i asked so i really don’t know.” you crossed your arms on your chest. he scoffed.

“Lily told me everything at this party, you know that?” you raised your eyebrow at your ex-best friend name.

“what do you mean she ‘told you everything’? what did she told you?” you asked confused, untangling your arms from your chest.

“maybe you don’t know that, but i’m not really a man who like to be played with his feelings by some bitch.” he leaned on the wall.

“i’m confused Harry, what are you talking about?”

“you’re stupid or you just acting like that?” he looked down at you.

“no. i really don’t know what are you talking about.” he sigh at your words, shaking his head in disbelief.

“she told me that you will approach me.” you were just standing, looking at him confused. “she told me that you’ll act all sweet and cute, that you’ll say you want to know me, because i was new in the school.”

“well, yes, but you snapped at me for some reas-“

“i didn’t finished.” he said coldly, stopping you mid sentence. “after that, she told me you’ll do that just for fun, so i will fell in love with you and you’ll have another stupid’s boy heart to break.” he clenched his jaw. you looked dumbfounded at him.

“she said what?” you asked after few seconds.

“i’m really not that tough as i seem. i didn’t want to repeat the story from the school i was going before i moved. you were perfect description of my ex. she played with me as well.” he stated. “and i got just stronger with my opinion, after Luke told us that you played with him, and that’s why you guys broke up.”

“he told you i played with him? are you fucking serious right now?” you snapped, your voice stern. he looked at you and nodded. you bite inside of your cheek. “he used to hit me. that’s why i broke up with him.” he tensed at your words.

“wait, what?” he asked. his voice soft all of the sudden. “that’s why you thought i wanted to… god, i’d never hit you.” he said quietly, looking at you.

“i know, it’s just… reflex.” you started pinching your hand with your nails. “besides, i don’t know why she told you that. i was never like that. i wanted to approach, that’s true, but you just seemed interesting and you were new, i really wanted to know you, that’s it.” you looked down at the floor. he walked closer to you, tilting your chin up.

“i’m sorry you went through this. and for that i believed that asshole.” you shrugged. “no, don’t just shrug it off. i’m really sorry, if i knew this all was just… can we just start again? please.” you looked into his eyes. you could see he really regretted believing everyone and not talking to you back then.

“you really think we’d get along, after all that time playing like assholes to each other?” you chuckled softly. your eyes widened when he hugged you. you froze for a second, hesitantly hugging him back.

“i’m Harry.” his chin rested on the top of your head. you shook your head amused. for some reason you found comfort in his arms.

“i’m y/n.” you smiled, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“i like your name, suits you.” he smiled, tracing small circle on your back with his thumb.

“this is weird.” you chuckled. he chuckled along with you. “you can be real sweetheart if you’re not calling me a bitch all the time.”

“i don’t know what are you talking about, we just met.” he grinned, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes playfully with small smile on your lips.

~~~~~~ three weeks later ~~~~~~~

for the last three weeks, surprisingly, you and Harry get along well. everyone else was confused about your new behavior towards each other, but obviously it was a relief that you don’t want to kill each other anymore. Niall, Louis and Emma went for some small winter festival. you were currently in the kitchen, preparing things to bake cookies.

“what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into the kitchen.

“cookies.” you said, grabbing flour from cabinet.

“cool, can i join?” he smiled, placing his hand on your lower back. you’d probably never admit it to yourself, but you started to like him more than you should. now, that you two started everything from the beginning, you were falling for him. hard and fast. when he wasn’t a complete dick, he was really sweet, and as you though- unfortunately, exactly your type. you always thought he was attractive, of course, but it wasn’t everything. when you were getting to know him better now, it’s was something you knew you were missing in your life.

“sure, if you want.” you smiled, grabbing few more necessary things. “we’re doing this pinterest cookies with jam. the ones with heart in the middle.”

“i saw them, yeah i know what you’re talking about.” he said, grabbing jam from counter. “cherry. nice, i like cherry jam.” he opened it, taking a spoon and dipping it in it. he ate whole table spoon of it, without anything. you scrunched your nose. “what?” he chuckled after he swallowed.

“you just ate a whole spoon of jam.” you said, disgusted. “it has to be too sweet.”

“it’s good.” he grinned, looking down at you. he licked his lips. “wanna try?” you shook your head playfully.

“okay, i can try. but not that much tho.” you smiled.

“it won’t be much, i promise. just a little taste.” he said, immediately leaning slightly down, pressing his lips against yours. when you realized what was happening, you kissed him back. his hand went on the nape of your neck, when the other one grabbed your hip. when you felt his tongue on yours, sweet cherry flavor hit your taste buds. your hand went into the back of his hair, pulling them softly. you were just kissing with a guy, who you were arguing with for the smallest things for almost two years. the worst part was that you wanted more. so much more. your other hand grabbed the hem of his shirt. he quickly read the signal, lifting you up. his hands under your thighs and your legs wrapped around his hips. without braking a kiss, he started going up the stairs to his room. when you two made it, he placed you on his bed, going on top of you. he broke the kiss, looking down at your swollen from kissing lips. his lips started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking in few places. your breath was already getting heavier. “i’m falling for you, darling.” he whispered against your neck. you gripped his chin, pulling him to face you. he licked his lips nervously.

“i’m afraid i’m falling for you too.” he smiled at your words, kissing your lips softly. his hands went on the hem of your hoodie. he pulled back from the kiss, looking at you and silently asking for your permission. when you nodded he took it off, revealing your covered in bra chest. he touched your sides, going up to your chest.

“you’re gorgeous.” he placed soft kiss in the middle of your breast. he looked at you. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you smiled, placing your hand on his cheek. he nodded, reaching to the clasp of your bra under your back. you lifted your chest up slightly to help him. he finally managed to get rid of your bra, so your naked breast was on display for him. he started peppering your chest with slow kisses. you tangled your hand into his hair, hearing him gasping into your skin. you already felt that he was hard, since his body was pressed between your legs. your hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. he quickly helped you, tossing it somewhere in the room. his hands grabbed your cotton shorts, taking them off. quickly after he took off his sweatpants along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock to you. when he went back on top of you, you immediately wrapped your hand around him, stroking his dick slowly. he groaned, looking down at you.

“i’m really not gonna last long if you keep doing this.” he chuckled softly, gripping hem of your panties, to take them off you. his thumb went on your clit as soon as he took them off, causing your moan. “so sensitive.” he grinned, pushing two fingers inside you. your back arched slightly when he started moving them in and out. “babe, i need to come before we start or i’m gonna finish as soon as i enter you.” he gasped, feeling your hand still stroking him.

“then lay on your back.” you smiled, feeling him pulling out his fingers. he laid down, waiting for you. you quickly went between his legs, bending down and taking him inside your mouth. he groaned, looking at you. his hand gripped the sheets next to him, when you started moving fast on his dick.

“fuck, so good, i’m already close.” he panted, trying so hard to look at you and not close his eyes from pleasure. “can i come inside your mouth?” you nodded around him. your hand stroking the part where you didn’t reach with your mouth. your cheeks hollowed inside, to bring him even more pleasure. with last fast strokes you could feel his release going down your throat, along with his broken moan. you sucked him slowly through his orgasm, letting go of him eventually and swallowing everything. “i need 30 seconds to recover.” you chuckled softly, taking place next to him. he laid you down on your back, propping himself on his side. he started kissing your neck, going down back with his hand to your core and pushing two fingers inside. you gasped, feeling him curling them in perfect angle. he was already hard again. when you were getting closer, he pulled out, going fully on top of you. he grabbed condom from his nightstand, quickly opening it and rolling onto his length. he positioned himself at your entrance. with kiss placed on your lips he slowly slid inside. you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his hips immediately. he broke the kiss, looking at you when he went fully.

“you can move, it’s okay.” you smiled softly.

“just making sure, don’t wanna hurt you.” he pecked your lips, rolling his hips slowly. you moaned softly at first moves. “you feel so good, sweetheart.” he whispered against your lips. his arms wrapping around your body to be as close to you as possible. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. your hands went on his back, scratching it delicately when he started moving faster.

“oh my god, yes, feels so good.” you gasped, feeling him smile into your skin. he went even faster and your back arched slightly at the sensation. he adjusted slightly, hitting your sweet spot now with every thrust. you moaned louder.

“found it.” he pecked your neck few times, pulling out from it to look at your face. he groaned, feeling his climax approaching. “you look perfect, you’re so good for me honey.”

“i’m close.” you gasped, looking at him.

“i can tell, i can’t wait to feel you coming around my dick baby, squeezing me so perfectly.” he kissed your lips. you moaned into the kiss when you finished, clenching around him and arching your whole body. your legs shaking slightly around his hips. he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down with a moan when he finished himself. his arms tightened around you and his cock twitching inside your pussy. his breath hot against your lips. “i think i’ve waited for you my whole life.” he whispered.

[throatgoat4u]

will you be my valentine?

word count: 1.5k

summary: matt's made a valentine, but for who?

warnings: none!

a/n: happy valentine's day lovelies! hope you guys are having an amazing, amazing day! this one is actually surprisingly proofread and so it's probably better than most fiics i put out cause like i don’t proofread…. this is based of this comic. um so yeah… enjoy!

toodles {lovers} ♡

today was valentine’s day and just like every other year, you didn’t have a valentine. it wasn’t that nobody had asked you—plenty of people did—but you turned them all down because you were convinced that this was going to be the year. matt was going to ask you to be his valentine.

“this is the year, guys. i can feel it,” you declare, beaming with excitement.

“i don’t know cutie. you’ve been saying that ever since we were in pre-school. we’re in college now,” violet says with a sigh, earning a nod from patty.

“well… well, this year is different. this year, my gut is telling me.” you insist as you run around the room, trying to find your lucky blue ribbon. of course, you had plenty of blue ribbons to choose from, but this one was special—it was the ribbon matt gave you on your eighth birthday. ever since then, you have worn it on the most important days—birthdays, exams, finals—and it never failed to bring you good luck. you can’t recall a single time that you’ve failed an exam while wearing it (though, to be fair, you’re really smart… but the ribbon makes more sense).

“what are you looking for?” patty asks, a bit concerned as you toss things around in search for the object. 

“my ribbon.”

“cutie… this one?” patty sighs, holding up your lucky ribbon from the vanity. 

“oh… yeah… that one.” you mumble, snatching it from patty’s hand and tying it into a bow at the end of your braid.

after your classes, you head over to the sturniolo house, like always. at this point, it’s a ritual—for (both)  you (and matt)—that you show up and yap about absolute nonsense. you skip up to the door and give it a quick knock. commotion erupts from inside, making your eyebrows knit together in confusion. what the hell is going on? you wait for a moment, until their mother—mary lou—opens the door. she wipes her hands over her apron as she greets you with a hug.

“cutie! i’m so glad you could make it. come inside,” she says quickly, ushering you inside and closing the door behind you. “please excuse the mess—i was making cookies, but someone decided it was a good idea to start a food fight,” she mutters, hooting a stern look at her youngest son, chris.

“hey! i didn’t start it! nick hit me first and i just hit him back with food.”

“don’t put the blame on me! you started it and don’t you even dare lie.”

“nuh uh.” chris says sassily, his hand on his hip, shaking his pointer finger. this definitely set nick off as he began to chase chris around the kitchen. you turn to mary lou, absolutely astonished. you’d seen the boys like this—considering you grew up with them—but the amount of things that just happened barely even rendered through your brain. the kitchen looks like it got invaded by the pillsbury doughboy. nick is covered in flour, chris is drenched in some sort of mystery jam, and mary lou is a mixture of both. to top it all off, they’re running around like feral animals. it feels like you’re watching a live action tom and jerry episode before your eyes right now.

“i- wha- am i- did you- huh!?!” is all you manage to stutter out. mary lou just smiles and shakes her head. 

“they must have eaten something different because i swear they’ve been off their rockers all day. even matt. i saw him making a valentine card for someone. cutie, when i tell you i was beyond shocked. matt has never once in his life done anything romantic for any girl and swore he would never. i just feel like he’s finally found someone and i can’t be more happy.”

“pardon?!?!” you exclaim, a hint of excitement but also nervousness. that valentine could be for you, but it could also be for another girl. well, it can’t be for another girl, it has to be for you. you are his future wife after all.

“yeah, i mean he even looked excited,” she says, a twinkle in her eyes. she’s never ever expected matt to find someone since he was so obsessed with his piano, but she couldn’t be happier that he did. “ hey, why don’t you go check on him now? i bet you could find out who his secret valentine is?” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows and nudging your side slightly. 

you shrug softly, thinking about it, though you knew what your answer was going to be. “yeah… maybe i should.” you turn on the balls of your feet and made your way upstairs. you get to the door of the piano room and knock softly. from the other side, you can hear matt playing a soft melody, one you recognize to be the moonlight sonata. not that you genuinely care to remember, but because matt always gets mad at you for mislabeling it and is always screaming at you about it. gosh, the anger issues that kid has could make the hulk look like a meditation instructor. when he doesn’t answer the door, you knock harder, starting to lose your patience with the kid. but to your dismay, he starts to play louder.

at this point you’re frustrated. you know he hears you knocking. it’s rude to ignore your future wife when she’s knocking at the door, it’s like… common knowledge. you knock a little louder and he starts playing a little louder. you huff, finally at your wits end, and open the door, letting yourself in. you make you way to the piano, your little kitten heels clicking against the floor. matt glances at you, drinking you in for a second. your little blue dress, you white kitten heels, and the way your hair was done—just the way he liked. the loose braid that always made him go feral, the way the front pieces of your hair fell in front of your face. his eyes drift down to the end of your braid, where your lucky ribbon—the one he gave you—rests, its lace slightly frayed from years of wear. | he drinks you in for a moment before turning his attention back onto his piano.

you roll your eyes and huff. you know he knows you’re here—he looked at you! so why won’t he acknowledge you? you walk up to the piano, propping yourself on your forearms. “hey matt,” you say innocently.

“hello,” he mumbles.

“whatcha doin’?” you hum, leaning in closer to matt, resting on the piano

“playing the piano,” he mutters.

“whatcha playin’?” 

“fur elise by beethoven. not only is this one of his most famous pieces, but also it’s my favorite.” he says matter-of-factly. 

elise? who’s elise?

“who’s elise?” you huff, pulling back and folding your arms.

matt stops playing the piano and looks up at you, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. “you… don’t know… fur elise? why it is only one of the best pieces of classical music written on planet earth,” he snaps, standing up from his seat, causing it to push back creating a loud screech. “how is that even possible? it’s one of the most famous pieces ever composed! beethoven—beethoven—wrote it! it’s legendary!” he throws his hands up in the air, his frustration palpable.

you look at him with a dumbfounded expression, “it’s a song…?” 

“no, it’s not just a song, it’s ART! ART! ART! ART! ART! ART! something you would never understand!” he shouts

“right… got it,” you say, watching as matt sits back down all proper and poised—as if he didn’t just scream his lungs off bouncing on beethoven’s wood—and picks up right where he left off. “so ummm, do you know what today is?” you ask, leaning back onto the piano again

“yes. it is february 14th which also happens to be valentine’s day. the day that everyone pretends they care about each other because society says so.” he states, pausing for dramatic effect, “i’d rather celebrate fur elise—now that’s real love.”

you scoff, shaking your head. “i still don’t understand what’s so great about elise and not me?” you mutter. you shake your head a bit, as if you were shaking off that thought. you needed to know who the valentine was for. was it for you? was it for tessa? was it for elise? fuck elise and tessa. that’s your valentine.

you sigh, twiddling your thumbs in thought until you get an idea, “you know, i find that there is a very big misconception on what and who valentine's day is about,” you say, turning over to your side, “i mean, people make the mistake of thinking you have to be madly in love with someone for them to be your valentine”

“oh. so does this mean that you’d have to love her a little?”

“well no, not necessarily.” 

“sooo what if you only like her and not love her?”

“that works.”

“and if you are just barely being able to tolerate her?”

you turn around once again, finally facing him and his gorgeous face as you rest your arms on the piano. “well that could work but-” 

he grabs a card and hands it over to you, “happy valentines day!” he says with the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face.

your face drops as you look at the card and then back up at him, slumping down into your arms, “rats...”

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[28ms28]

Recap of 4 hours of testing which had less than 4 incidents lol here we go:

lewis, liam, oscar and jack getting a snap of oversteer(at the same corner(turn4))

alex and nico racing for one(1) corner

oscar hitting a kerb(a/c to comms could have damaged the floor)

ollie is cold

vcarb/rb/racing bulls are not happy with their front. yuki has been stuck in the grarage for approx 20-25 mins

liam had a major oversteer snap, which made him spin, but he kept the car running. that redbull rear end is not looking too good

also, the other teams got a good look at the flow-vis on the sidepod of the car which redbull is not gonna be happy about oop-

Haas have chosen to keep the previous year's front suspension push rod rather than upgrading it to a pull rod like Ferrari has done this year. which could mean nothing

also here's how the tyres are marked(i tried to provide some examples lol)

C1 white, hard⬇️

C2 white with brackets, hard

C3 yellow, medium⬇️

C4 yellow with brackets, medium⬇️

C5 red, soft

C6 red with brackets, soft

Fernando did the least laps cause he had to sit in the garage for a long time for reasons unknown

also ZHOUTTAS SPOTTED

That's about it🫡

[28ms28]

Lmao yeah George just said max told him that he's gonna get him back

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[mattslolita]

OK, so had people just love Bambi like they love her so so much strangers love her people just love her

Chris walks into his frat house and goes to the living room and sees Bambi playing video games with a couple of his frat Bros

Bambi walks in to Chris house one day and Miss Mary Lou was there and Mary Lou gets so excited to finally meet the girl at Chris won’t stop talking about 

🦋

she's such a people's person when she's comfortable around you 😭 this girl is either yapping your ear off & making you laugh, or she's engaging in whatever everyone else is doing.

and when she meets marylou oh my gosh...she's gonna be baking and telling her stories about how well chris treats her ( excluding the drugs dealing shit ofc... )

[guplia]

My fifteenth fic for @badthingshappenbingo!

Fandom: Ninjago

Trope: Allergic Reaction

Also available on AO3!

For @hijabiwriter, because she gave me the idea for this fic!

Allergic to You

Lloyd was so bored. He still wasn’t used to living in a flying ship with his goody-two-shoes uncle and his stupid ninja students, his sworn enemies. And some stupid girl, whoever she was. He’d heard she was the red ninja’s sister, the one he hated the most. Better stay away from her too, then.

The worst part was that Wu didn’t let him commit crimes anymore. Was he an idiot? He was Lloyd Garmadon! Son of Lord Garmadon! As soon as his father came to rescue him from his uncle’s captivity he’d destroy him!

But for now he had to keep listening to Wu yapping about “defeating your enemies by making them your friends” or some similar bullshit.

“So, as I’ve said before, Lloyd, you are not like your–”

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Lloyd asked, finally lifting his face off his hands, still crouched on the chair. Doesn’t this guy ever get bored?

Wu sighed. “Yes Lloyd, you may use the bathroom. But be quick.”

Lloyd’s face lightened up and he happily ran out of the room. He didn’t need to use the bathroom; he was just going to lock himself in there for the next ten minutes or so then blame it on diarrhoea or something. Everybody knew the black ninja’s cooking was awful anyways. He was surprised that nobody, including himself, threw up at the table.

On the way there he passed by the ninja’s room, from where he could hear the red ninja and his sister talking.

“You stink, Kai.” Lloyd snickered at that. What a loser.

“I’d be wearing perfume if you weren’t allergic to it!”

Lloyd smiled at Kai’s words and thought to himself. Allergic to perfume, huh? I think I’ve just found my next plan.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Kai standing right behind him.

“And just what are you doing here?” Lloyd jumped at those words and almost got a heart attack. Damn it.

He turned around to face Kai slowly before responding. “I was, uh… looking for the bathroom!”

Kai frowned and pointed at a door. “It’s right there! How stupid are you?”

“I’m not stupid, you’re stupid!” He blew raspberries at Kai.

Kai pushed Lloyd with all his force, and the little boy fell to the floor. “Go away!” With that, he shut the door.

Lloyd grumbled. Oh, now I’m definitely getting revenge.

***

By the time Wu’s long, boring lecture had finished the sun was going down.

“Time for dinner,” the old man said. Lloyd scrambled out of his seat and ran off with no explanation to his uncle.

He reached the ninja’s room once again and perked through the ajar door, thankful that no one was inside.

He rummaged through each ninja’s stuff, hopeful that one of them had perfume. Sadly, there was nothing of his interest. However, as soon as he was about to give up and leave, he saw a table in front of the beds with an alarm clock on top, and a drawer underneath.

Lloyd, hopeful, slowly crept towards the table and opened the drawer. It was full, mostly filled with random crap like baby pictures of what looked like the blue ninja and a letter addressed to “Cole Brookstone” from “Lou Brookstone”. And then there was a weird picture of some buff man wearing what looked like a green gi who Kai’s face was stuck on. Lloyd laughed at it. Let’s save this for later. He put the picture in his pocket and started rummaging.

He carefully moved the stuff around, and then he found something. It was a black, shiny bottle of perfume, with a label on it: For Jay only. Please do not use!

Sorry, Jay, whichever one of the ninja you are, Lloyd thought, as he picked it up and moved it around in his hands, observing it in awe when he heard footsteps coming in his direction. He gasped and hid the bottle under his hoodie, closed the drawer and ran towards the door. Unfortunately, as soon as he opened it he saw Kai once again, who greeted him with a frown.

“What are you doing here?” He fumed.

Lloyd smiled sheepishly and looked away, fumbling with his hands. “What are you doing here?” He retorted.

Kai snapped. “This is my room! Get out of here, you little brat! I belong here in the Bounty, unlike you!”

“I live here too, now!”

“No you don’t! You caused so much trouble and we’re cleaning up your mess! Why don’t you go back to your father, huh? At least someone there will actually love you!”

Lloyd went silent after that. His face almost turned as red as Kai’s clothes.

“What happened? Planning your trip to the Shadow Realm?”

“Yeah, actually,” Lloyd lied. “I’ll tell my father about you and he’ll blast your head off!” With that, he ran off, not noticing how Kai rolled his eyes in disapproval.

“Not coming for dinner?” Wu called out for his nephew, unaware of the argument he just participated him, and was met with no response.

***

The next morning, Lloyd lied in his mattress angrily. Hopefully, if that stupid ninja would actually take his annual shower today, the plan would go in action.

He was jolted out of bed when the black ninja suddenly opened the door.

“Don’t you know how to knock?”

“Sorry. Aren’t you gonna eat breakfast?”

“What’s your problem?”

“Wu told me to ask you.”

“Fine then,” Lloyd said as he stood up and walked to the door, attempting to push the ninja out of his way, only to realise he was heavy as a boulder. Angry, he kept punching the teenager, who kept his expression neutral as he watched in amusement, but didn’t move an inch.

“Move!” Lloyd finally snapped.

“Should’ve just asked,” he replied quietly, then walked away.

Lloyd angrily stomped towards the dining room. He didn’t like how the black ninja invaded his privacy, but he was secretly grateful that he didn’t snap like Kai. The black ninja was his second favourite ninja for that reason, even though his cooking was poisonous. His favourite was the white one because he always minded his own business and never tried to interact with him. Then his third favourite– more like second worst, was the blue one. He always made stupid jokes and puns and had an annoying voice. Then the one he hated the most was Kai. So when he reunited with his father, he’d have him kill them in that order: Kai, then the blue ninja, then the black one, then the white one. He might even, very mercifully, spare the last two and only enslave them instead. Not sure about the girl and Wu, though. He’d think about that when he got to that point, if his father even wanted him around.

When he got to the dining room, Wu was there already, and so were the blue and white ninja, and the girl, and he already saw the black ninja earlier. All of them ignored Lloyd and kept having their discussions. Kai wasn’t there.

“Where’s Kai?” Lloyd asked.

“Taking a shower,” Wu responded. “Why?”

Lloyd froze in his spot. His plan needed to go into action, now.

“Hey, I’ve just gotta do something, okay? I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

He ran back to his room and opened his drawer, where Jay’s perfume was. Then he dashed to the bathroom where Kai was taking a shower.

Okay, Lloyd, you have to be very quiet now, he told himself, and hesitantly opened the door.

He was met with the sound of flowing water, and Kai singing some random song that sounded like it was from the 60s. Lloyd used all his power to stop himself from laughing. If only he could record this. Luckily, Kai was showering behind a curtain, so neither of them could see each other.

On the wall was a peg where Kai’s clothes were hanging. Lloyd took out the bottle of perfume and pried off the lid, leaving it on the floor, then sprayed the liquid all over Kai’s clothes. Unfortunately, he heard the water stop flowing, which meant Kai was about to step out of the shower.

Lloyd closed the perfume bottle and crawled out just in time, hearing Kai come out of the tub as soon as he closed the door behind him.

“Lloyd?” Wu called out. “Your breakfast’s getting cold!”

“Coming!” He called back, putting the perfume in his hood again and heading towards the dining room.

This time, only the girl was left eating her breakfast. Upon seeing Lloyd she smiled and waved at him.

“Good morning, Lloyd!”

Lloyd was surprised at her cheerful attitude. She was the complete opposite of her brother. “Hello…” he paused, remembering that he didn’t know her name. He added learning everyone’s names to his to-do list and sat down to eat his pancakes.

It took a little longer than usual for Kai to show up at the table. Probably wasted his time on hair gel. But when he came, Lloyd couldn’t wait for his plan to go into action.

“Hey, Nya!” Nya. So that’s the girl’s name. The fire ninja sat on the chair next to his sister, and opposite to Lloyd. He glared at the son of his enemy in front of him. Lloyd just looked back at his plate and continued eating.

After less than a minute, Nya’s cheeks flushed and her breathing became irregular.

“Kai,” she gasped. “You smell really nice. Did you put on… something extra today?”

Kai raised an eyebrow. “Something extra?” He smelt his own clothes to see what she was talking about, and his eyes widened. “Holy shit! I thought it was my hair gel!” He jumped out of his seat and ran back a little, distancing himself from Nya. “I swear I didn’t put on perfume! I don’t even have any!”

“Well, my body clearly thinks otherwise.” Nya was tearing up now. That perfume has a really strong scent, Lloyd thought.

The look on Kai’s face was too much for Lloyd, especially after seeing the embarrassing picture of him and his singing in the bathroom. He burst out laughing on his chair, hard enough for him to fall off.

Nya stared at him in shock, and Kai was furious. “What’s so– wait, you did this?”

Lloyd suddenly stopped laughing and his face turned red. “Uhhhhh…”

Kai wanted to hear no more. He jumped from the other side of the table and lunged for Lloyd.

Lloyd tried kicking the older teen off him but it was of no use. Kai picked him by the neck– and threw him across the room.

Lloyd hit the wall and he heard the sound of glass shattering and felt liquid trickling down his skin. It took him a moment to realise it wasn’t blood– but the perfume from the bottle he kept on the hood.

Within seconds all the perfume had spilled all around Lloyd who just lay there in shock, coughing at the strong scent. The odour spread throughout the entire room and suddenly Nya’s entire face was red and the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

“Nya, get out of here!” Kai said, still standing from where he threw Lloyd. The girl obeyed her brother’s orders, leaving him and Lloyd alone in the room.

“Look at what you did!” Kai yelled. “You almost murdered my sister! What did she ever do to you?”

“It was to get revenge on you!” Lloyd’s voice had the same amount of anger as Kai. “When I go back to my father I’ll murder you!”

“I’ll murder you before you get to meet him! Then I’ll become the Green Ninja and kill him too!”

“Enough!” Wu interrupted, entering the room. “What’s going on? And what is that awful smell?”

“He almost murdered my sister!”

“He almost murdered me!”

“Both of you, come with me,” Wu replied calmly. “It’s clearly time we sort things out between you two. I’ll have Zane clean up this mess.”

Lloyd and Kai shot each other glares with that sentence.

***

“Lloyd, what’s your side of the story?”

Lloyd gave his uncle a death stare for a good ten seconds before speaking.

“You kidnapped me, then made me stay with my enemies! Kai must be your favourite student because he’s the worst! When my father rescues me from here I’ll have his head blasted off!”

“I see. And what makes you hate him so much?”

“He hung me on a pole! And then when I came here he treated me like a wild animal!”

“You are a wild animal!”

“It’s not your turn, Kai!” Wu turned back to Lloyd. “And why did Kai hang you on a pole?”

Lloyd’s face turned red. “Because… I tried to steal candy.”

Wu faced Kai. “Kai, I don’t think hanging a child on a pole is the best way to punish him for trying to steal candy.”

“He wasted our time, and he’s Garmadon’s son!”

“But he’s also my nephew”

“Did you see what he did? He deliberately sprayed perfume on my clothes to give Nya an allergic reaction!”

“Do you not think hanging someone on a pole is life-threatening, especially if they don’t have someone to rescue them?”

Kai was silent after that. He looked down in shame, unable to come up with a response.

Wu was satisfied with the lack of noise. “Lloyd, apologise to Kai.”

“No! I don’t want to!”

Wu then gave Lloyd a look that Kai had never seen before and the child’s demeanour suddenly changed. “I’m sorry I almost killed your sister.”

“And Kai, do you have anything to say?”

Kai, not wanting to get in any more trouble, sighed before speaking. “I’m sorry I hung you on a pole.”

“Good,” Wu said with satisfaction. “Now you two are brothers. And Lloyd, also apologise to Nya.” As soon as he said that, he left the room, leaving the other two behind.

“Brothers,” Kai scoffed. “Imagine that.”

“Fat chance,” Lloyd agreed.

“You still have to say sorry to Nya.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

***

Nya was surprisingly ready to forgive Lloyd after hearing his excuse.

“Well, Kai was acting like a jerk, and you’re just a little kid, so I’ll forgive you if you promise me you’ll be good from now on.”

Lloyd paused for a moment. “How about I only promise I’ll be good to you?”

Nya chuckled. “Fair enough…”

Shortly after, Nya excused herself to work on an invention or something, and Kai and Lloyd were left together once again.

“This still doesn’t make us brothers.”

“Of course not. My only biological sister is Nya, but the other ninja are all my real siblings too. You’re just a pain in the ass.”

“Well, Nya’s my sister too now.”

Kai gasped. “No she’s not!”

“I only respect my family members. Wu might be an exception though…”

That whole night was spent with Kai and Lloyd arguing over Nya, who insisted that if Lloyd wanted a sister, so be it.

And when Lloyd went to bed that night, he would hate to admit it but he couldn’t wait to fight more the next day. He was actually enjoying his time here.

***

“Hey, Lloyd, I found your old hoodie.”

The ninja were unpacking old boxes in the Destiny’s Bounty, about to move to the Temple of Airjitzu. Kai found a particularly old box, most of which was filled with Lloyd’s stuff.

The Green Ninja ran to Kai. “Oh, I forgot this thing existed. Not throwing it away anytime soon, though.”

“I wonder if there’s any rotten candy in there you put in years ago.”

Lloyd hummed, taking the hoodie into his own hands. “Let’s see…” he rummaged through the pockets and thankfully found nothing, except a piece of paper. As he took it out, he noticed how crumbled it had become since he put it in there, but a smile grew on his face in recognition. “Kai, look at this.”

Kai was mortified when Lloyd turned the paper. It was the edited photograph of himself wearing the Green Ninja’s gi. “Where did you find that?”

“Remember when I sprayed perfume on your clothes so Nya could get an allergic reaction? When I was looking for it in the drawer I found this too and kept it for later. Didn’t think about it after the whole tension between us died down.”

Kai laughed at the memory. “Remember when you threatened to kill me when you would reunite with Garmadon?”

“Well, I did almost kill you with the whole Morro situation.”

“But that was after I could’ve killed you thanks to Chen’s staff.”

“I guess we’re even, then.”

There was a beat of silence, before Kai remembered something. “Remember when Wu told us we were brothers and we both denied it?”

“Yeah,” Lloyd said, looking down at his hoodie again.

“We were so stupid.” Kai smiled, and Lloyd returned the favour.

“You were always there for me, Kai.”

“And I always will be.”

And with everything that had happened over the last few years, Lloyd knew Kai, his brother, was right.

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

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writing

I published 11 fics and wrote about 19k words this year. Which is, for me personally, huge.

I tooted my own horn here, so if you want to cut to a super short "best of" just visit that post. For the rest: the yapping starts in 3... 2... 1...

The man of my year was DAVE YORK. He got me back into writing in May and since then my thoughts are orbiting around him. I almost wrote exclusively for him. I sent him to a club, had him eating croissants while doing the dirty, made him confess his sins. 8 oneshots in total and I even started something like a series with in the sheets. Plus, still absolutely mind-blowing for a newbie writer like myself: slow has over 500 notes. What in the ever loving fuck? Thank you all so much!

And then I wrote for JOEL MILLER. Imagine being in Ireland and meeting this gorgeous Texan in a pub. It's fluffy and warm and exactly how I imagine a first kiss happening in Ireland.

And then there are so many wips for other characters like Max Phillips, Marcus Accacius, Javier Peña, Oberyn Martell... Most of them half way finished. All of them are part of challenges (I'm so sorry...) but they will come to you some time soon-ish in 2025, pinky promise!

And then there are wips for some Jake Gyllenhaal characters: Rusty Sabich, John Kinley and Lou Bloom. At least two of those should see the light of day in 2025 too (please send thoughts and prayers).

reading

I suck at reading. One of my new year's resolutions: read more (maybe a fic per week, not a fic per month...). And work on a system to find my fic recs on my blog so I can talk about them in length for the 2025 review. Until then: You are a talented bunch of lovely people, please be kind to each other and yourselves, thank you for creating pure magic!

all the highlights 2024, a selection

This year was all about connection, in the form of grief and friendship. Which is both ultimately love. In January I felt unbelievably lonely and sad and now I don't because it gets better. It always does. We just have to hang in there.

I reached out into the Jake Gyllenhaal fandom and met precious and insanely talented people there. @davidayer @charliehoennam and @gyllenhaalstories you three made my year so much better and I am beyond grateful to be allowed to live in your DMs 💛 (I'm working on responding in time, I swear...)

Watching Presumed Innocent every week in the wee hours of the (European) morning with my lovely Laurie, screaming at each other about writing, just chatting and holding space for each other... @gyllenhaalstories I love you so much sweet pea and I hate that there is this stupid ocean between us. We are meant to be eating blue candies while watching movies and hug at all times.

I started some polls and asks in the Jake fandom and it was so beautiful to witness how people came together and started reaching out and talking. I am a little proud of myself that I was part of the reason for that.

And finally: @guiltyasdave. I never thought I would find a friend in this fandom just because finding friends is hard and making a friend in real life is even harder. But not with you. With you everything is easy. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon 💛🥹

Oof, that was a lot. Thanks for reading!

Absolutely no pressure tagging, this post was some real work haha: @toomanystoriessolittletime @gyllenhaalstories @ace-turned-confused @yxtkiwiyxt

dividers: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

[28ms28]

They're asking him for a one stop lol

CHARLES U R THE EMBODIMENT OF OPTIMISM BABES

[sunny-mercya]

Vows of Love

Steve McGarrett x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hawaii Five-0

Masterlist

Witnessing Steve McGarrett dancing—more like a waltzing, which resembles, of either a shaky baby deer or an trampling Elephant—through his office to another song of Elvis, was just a rare and unusual sight to experience—that it does causes a bit of concern, confusion and speculation throughout the Team.

The voice of Elvis—rich and deep, so lovely and mellow soft, like an Angel welcomes you into heaven—rung through the headquarters, not all too loud, but enough to hear the melody—which creates an ambiance of old nostalgic melancholy and feelings, oh so sweet, the heart suffers through love—and the bass echoing, chorusing like a symphony, through the building.

The team watches from the sidelines of the hallway, watching with disbelieving amusement the little show Steve presents—without seeming to realise or he simply doesn't care—to them.

It's just—as they all voiced their own opinions of theory, about why Steve is acting like this, like some lovesick fool—Elvis Presley and Steve McGarrett—who can be a scary man if required to be and whose the imagine of a strong tough guy—doesn't really match together, not when they all know Steve listen to way different genres of music.

And while they discussed their speculations under one another, Danny dropped the explanation—in his nonchalantly usual blunt mannerisms of yapping annoyance—that Steve was mere practicing some dancing for tonight as Steve wanted to ask you out for a dance—which had been long overdue—and finally having the guts to propose to you.

A unison of „what“ chorused through the hallways—with Tanis voice being the loudest and almost drowning out the voice of Elvis and potentially alerting Steve of their watching—as confusion crossed both the faces of Tani and Junior.

Both had thought—Junior especially as he lives with the McGarretts family after all—that [Name] and Steve are already married, after all they have a dog, a cat and children—adopted, but it's the principle which counts.

The still newest members—besides its being two years already of them being in the Squad—didn't know, like Danny—especially him, because Danny keep having discussions about this topic with Steve for 10 years now—or Adam or Lou, about the fact that besides Steve and you wearing Wed-Rings over years now and being obviously an married couple with Kids, Steve and you just never gotten official married.

So Danny—after Tani asked for some more background information—elaborates further, telling how Steve and you being a couple—way before he had meet the two of you—and during his first year on Hawaii, Danny nagged Steve to no end about his dumbness and drove him into what's as of current—a simple hawaiian ritual of marriage.

In the end, the others came to the agreement that it was—in this particular sense—Danny fault, which the man denies and keep insisting that's Steve at fault—because his friend is a dumbass.

~~~

Junior—whose a former Navy Seal and shouldn't really (at all) have any sorts of fears, concerns or doubts to feel, because Navy Seals are meant to be unbreakable and tough—cowers, with increasingly nervousness, under the look you giving him—this specific parental glance it was, which makes every child hesitantly.

Junior did tried to appease you with a small smile, to take away your growing irritation and slight forming frustration—because getting told by Steve via SMS, to meet up at Kamekona's Food court around lunch and then being stood up to the late hours of night—when you should be home with the kids, instead of letting the oldest keeping watch over the youngest—just to have the disappointment, in a sort of way, that Steve isn't actually going to show up—wasn't really all that pleasing to feel.

»Steve is coming, soon, him and the others are just held up with an ongoing case....«

»And that gives him the right, to basically order me to go out and waiting all those damned hours? Yeah, well, I don't think so.« you scoffed, crossing your arms and fixating Junior with a glare—which softened soon enough.

»I'm sorry, Junes. I'm lashing my frustration out on you, when you ain't at faults here and that isn't fair.« sighing, you uncrossed your arms again, starting to play some Candy-Crush on your phone.

»It's alright, [Name]. I know what I've signed myself up for, when I got into Five-0 and being unofficial adopted by you and Steve.«

Juniors smile widen, when he heard you laughing in slight amusement to what he had said.

»Silly boy, now don't tell your siblings, but you're my favourite son.« you joked, making attempts of a fist bump which Junior gladly returned.

But even if Junior keeps you company during the wait—although you're pretty sure, Steve told him to—there's still boredom lingering around and you were close to just get up and going back home.

But also, then again, Steve rarely ask for a meet up—not when you two living together anyways and the few dates you two occasionally do, are more a spontaneous weekend thing—so whatever Steve had planned or wanted to tell you, it must be pretty important or akin to it—otherwise he wouldn't' have send you a SMS, especially during a Case—so you decide to wait for him.

~~~

It's around sunrise—Junior half asleep, nodding off every few minutes, before taking some big sips from his Black Coffee—which you brought, once you knew some Coffeeshops are open around such early hours—when Danny came jogging towards the two of you, looking beat up and lowkey annoyed.

»Thank god, you're still here [Nickname]! Because I ain't gonna drive with our local dumbass anytime longer.«

You looked at your friend unimpressed, knowing all too well how Danny means it and that he spoke more hot air than actual bullets.

Shaking your head, you grabbed Danny's hand and leading him to the table—telling Junior to get the first-aid kit from your car—examining some of his wounds.

»Ah. And where is our local dumbass now? Because I for sure, really not so keen on to wait another whole day, just too he stood up again.« you said, raising a brow at Danny and thanking Junior—once he came back.

»McGarretts on the way, please give him some more minutes, [Nickname].« it was Adam who said that, coming towards your table—Tani and Lou behind him, carrying coffee and baked goods.

You sighed loudly, giving them all pointed glare—the one a nurse would give, when a patient was being reckless—shaking your head at their shared passion for danger and with how beat up the whole team—you didn't want to imagine how Steves gonna look like, knowing your husband, he probably had more wounds and damaged than the others—looks like, you guessed whatever Case they had finished off before, had been rather intense and rough.

»My Ohana is so fucking injury prone, maybe I should resume to my nurse job.« you said offhandedly, voice lacing with amusement and eyes crinkling from the smile you gave them—the others, while taking a seat and spreading out the breakfast, laughed in agreement.

When the sun had begun to rise even higher, sunset slowly transcending into the sky's blue, Tani—while scrolling through her phone—had started an playlist of Elvis songs—and you looked her in surprise, didn't thought that Tani—like you—would listen to Elvis.

»To set the mood.« was all Tani had said, shrugging her shoulders, bashing you a smile—when you looked at her in confusion.

And when Danny said something along the lines of; part of Steves plan to own up for his dumbness and finally swooning you high off—and the others all saying in unison; Danny's at fault for this too—you weren't even able to reply, about to ask what they meant, when someone grabbed your waist firmly and flung you off from the bank you're seated on.

A shout of surprise escaped from your lips, looking like a deer caught in the headlights—those moments of being spun around in the air, had probably gave you a good scare.

Once you were put back on the ground, feet safely planted on the grass, you turned around—almost giving yourself a whiplash—ready to admonish whomever that person is, who thought it would be funny to do.

Your vows of curses died on the tip of your tongue, when you came face to face with Steve—whose face looked absolutely bloody, decorated with lots of small cuts and skin tearing—who greets you with a smile, before leaning down and capturing your lips with a kiss.

When pulling away, leaving you breathless for a moment, Steve started to sway you to the melody and voice of Elvis song—dancing in small circles with you through the grassy ground—all the while the others whistling and shouting in jubilation.

»Do you want to marry me?« asked Steve, twirling to the left.

And you looked at your husband in confusion—expression morphing into a smile.

»Steve, we are already married,« you reminded him, finding amusement in your husband silliness.

»I know. Though, I do ask again, will you do me the honour and marry me, again?«

»I do. I absolutely do!«

And this time it was you, who kissed Steve—and the hollering of jubilation cheers from your family was louder than the waves.

[sincapjelly]

Call me immature, but I don't like the idea of Lou seeing someone new. I know it's a strong word, but I could say I even hate the idea. Don't get me wrong, he deserves to be happy, and it might be okay to move on when your partner dies, but I don't know...

It just doesn't feel right with him. He and Lilly aren't just any married couple. They spent almost their whole life together, were each other's best friend, first love but also the love of their life. That's not something you move on from. Especially when you have to watch them fade for a long, painful period of time.

Whenever someone suggests the idea of him seeing someone new, I remember Cole saying how he is aware his father will never truely be happy again. Or how he stumbles upon his words whenever there is mention of Lilly.

I don't know... even reading the most beautifully written fics with this idea doesn't help me feel terrible about him being with someone else. It doesn't feel real, it doesn't feel possible to me. He can heal, he can start living a normal life mostly, but there would alway be something missing, a hole that not even Cole can fill, let alone a new relationship.

I just feel, even if he tried he'd just keep searching for Lilly in people. And sooner or later he'd realise there isn't any way. At least that's what I feel.

Anyway thank you for joining my yapping session... Imma go write about this now I guess...

[yuespropagandablog]

Hello esteemed mutual. If you are reading this, then that means my propaganda is working. But you might still have questions, so I am here to answer them.

What is Hedwig and the Angry Inch?

My favourite musical.

It's a musical made by John Cameron Mitchell and Stephen Trask. You are kind of part of it! You are going to a concert of a rock and roll band called Hedwig and the Angry Inch. The lead singer is a genderqueer artist from East Berlin called Hedwig Robinson. Together with her husband Yitzhak and their band members, she's touring America (or whatever country you're in) in order to get recognition for her work. The band is actually sort-of-stalking the well-known rock artist Tommy Gnosis, whose more successful tour is playing at a bigger venue close by. During the show Hedwig explains to you why she is following Tommy Gnosis. Tommy stole her songs!

During the show, Hedwig tells you about her past as a little gay boy in communist East Berlin, her botched sex change and move to America, how she met Tommy, and how Tommy ultimately betrayed her.

What makes this show so different from others?

I think the reason why this show feels more like a gig than a musical at points is because the show got developed in the band scene, not in the theatre scene. John Cameron Mitchell would perform as Hedwig during gigs in clubs and she premiered in the punk-drag scene. Fun fact, Tommy Gnosis was supposed to be the main character, since he was based on John's own life. Hedwig, in turn, was based on John's babysitter who was also a prostitute. But Stephen Trask urged John to expand on her character and make her the focus of the work, and boy, I'm glad that happened.

The music is also based on androgynous 70s glam rock, inspired by artists like David Bowie, Lou Reed and Iggy Pop. Hedwig tells you this in the show. There's an oven involved. Back when Hedwig and the Angry Inch was performed as a drag act, she would sing rock covers instead of her original work.

She also yaps a lot. The show can be insulted by calling it "a play with songs". It's around 1.5 hours long and there are only 13 songs (depending on the production). My dad's review of the show was "Ze ouwe hoert heel veel" and to this day, no review has encapsulated the show in a better way. Thanks dad!

There's no intermission. It's a one-act show.

Hedwig is probably one of the most god-awful people you've ever met in your life. She's rude, condescending, verbally abuses her husband Yitzhak, blackmails her band members by confiscating their passports, and spits into the audience at times. This show is wild. Honestly, when I first heard of this show, I wasn't sure I would like it, but I was pleasantly surprised. The reason I got to know this show was because Darren Criss took over the role on Broadway. To this day, this is the only bootleg that I gave a standing ovation when I first watched it, which made me look really funny, standing there, clapping, in my parents' living room.

No show is the same. Hedwig often improvises, based on the actor's choices. I think Darren Criss once said that his Hedwig has been called the sweetest version and also the rudest version in the same run. The actors also tend to joke about other Hedwig actors and about themselves. Taye Diggs, who's black, apparently started the show with "The bitch is black and there's hell to pay" or something similar and Lena had an absolute zinger with "Darren Criss, all the privileges of homosexuality and none of the responsibilities". And of course, I know Darren from Glee, and the "Lea Michele, please stop believin'" joke was too good. I think the interactivity also works really well. When I saw Darren in the role, there's a moment where she asks how people would describe her hair. An audience member yelled "Supermegafoxyawesomehot!", which was just a joy, especially since Lauren Lopez and Joey Richter from Starkid were in the audience.

And in case it wasn't clear: yes, this is the show that made me fly to Los Angeles for the weekend, just to see it. The setting also changes, since the space is part of the show. Again, you go to see the band Hedwig and the Angry Inch wherever. I saw her in the Pantages Theatre, with Tommy playing a show in the Hollywood Bowl. There were a lot of jokes about LA. These obviously don't show up in the Broadway bootlegs, where she played in the Balasco Theatre, with Tommy playing in Times Square.

Oh, and no, this show is not about the owl from Harry Potter.

Is there a trailer?

For some fucking reason.... no? Like, this show doesn't even have show clips. Why are there no show clips? Really, it's been 11 years since this show was on Broadway. Why is there no damn footage of this? I also cannot find any "official" show clip from the off-Broadway run.

Thank fucking god for regional theatre. I haven't seen these productions myself, but they look good.

Leeds Playhouse:

Olney Theatre Center:

(Neat, that's Mason Alexander Park, who was the understudy during the Broadway tour. They walked past me at stage door and I was too nervous to stop them. I regret that to this day.)

And okay, I did see one other version, namely the Berlin one with Sven Ratzke:

And even though there are no show clips of the Broadway version, there is a Tony Awards performance. I am obsessed with this performance. You should totally watch it.

Who have played Hedwig?

Many people.

On Broadway, Neil Patrick Harris, Andrew Rannells, Michael C. Hall, John Cameron Mitchell, Darren Criss and Taye Diggs have played her. During the Broadway tour, she was played by Darren Criss, Lena Hall, Euan Morton and Mason Alexander Park. I have also seen videos of Michael Cerveris and Anthony Rapp in the role. Also, to show the duality between Hedwig and Tommy Gnosis, the actor who plays Hedwig also plays Tommy.

On Broadway, Yitzhak, the other prominent role, was played by Lena Hall, Rebecca Naomi Jones and Shannon Conley. Hannah Corneau also played him during the Broadway tour. The role was originated by Miriam Shor.

Oh... and... uh... unfortunately for me (and the rest of the world), Riverdale did Hedwig and the Angry Inch for an episode and it was god awful, apart from Casey Cott as Hedwig, so shout out to Casey Cott.

What is the whole gender fuckery about?

So, buckle up, folks.

One of the themes of this show is gender fuckery. Often, Hedwig, the female character, gets played by a man, and Yitzhak, the male character, gets played by a woman. This is no hard rule, but it often happens. It's to sort of fuck with the perception of gender. No matter how these actors are presented, Hedwig is still a woman, Yitzhak is still a man.

But is Hedwig a woman?

Is she trans? Is she a drag queen? Is she something else?

There was some controversy around "cis man playing trans woman role", and gosh, that is another can of worms. There's a lot to be said about that rule in general, and yes, I very much agree with the idea that trans roles should be given to trans actors, but Hedwig isn't a trans role. John Cameron Mitchell calls her genderqueer, not a trans woman, since Hedwig's gender transcends gender. She is more than a woman or a man. Not only that, John was hesitant to call it a trans story, because Hedwig gets mutilated. It's a botched and illegal sex change, and she was forced into it. Equating transness to body mutilation that is forced upon someone is Not Good, so her story doesn't speak for the trans community.

Unfortunately, many people equate any form with gender fuckery to being transgender, which is why these discussions on "cis man playing trans woman role" still happen and it's kind of unfair and BOY, a can of worms! I'm telling ya!

That being said, people are still open to see it as a trans story, even if it wasn't intended that way. And many trans people care deeply about the story and the gender fuckery it displays and it's very valuable for that reason. Not to talk about the awful Riverdale episode again, but that was one of the reasons many were a bit awry about the show doing Hedwig and the Angry Inch, cause many didn't think Riverdale could treat the trans overtones and importance with respect, because it's Riverdale. So even though Hedwig isn't necessarily trans, her story isn't necessarily a trans story, and therefore the person portraying her also doesn't have to be trans, it's still often seen as an important show for trans people, and that is welcomed and should be respected. If you see Hedwig as trans, then she is and nothing can take that away from you!

From what I have gotten, the gender fuckery, however you interpret it, is there to make people think about gender, gender expression and gender binary in general. John Cameron Mitchell and Stephen Trask are both non-binary as well. Also, as I mentioned, she premiered in the drag scene. Hedwig and the Angry Inch technically started out as a drag show. Drag in itself is also about gender fuckery and expression.

Lastly, I personally like an intersex reading of the show. I once spoke with an intersex artist who really resonated with the forced aspect of the gender change and the body mutilation, and it was inspiring to see how Hedwig, despite all that happened to her, still embraced her own gender identity and found comfort in herself. That interpretation really changed how I looked at this show.

All of this to say: take it how you will.

Is there a proshot?

Of course not :)

But there's a huge array of bootlegs from the Broadway version, and there are also some Off-Broadway/regional ones. Tootin and bootin.

I prefer movies!

Well, you're in luck! There is a movie version, created and directed by John Cameron Mitchell himself. The movie pretty much tells the same story, so this isn't like other movie musicals where the movie strays from the source material in sometimes outlandish ways. Hedwig is played by John Cameron Mitchell, and Yitzhak by Miriam Shor. Stephen Trask is also in it as Skszp.

The big difference, though, is that you are no longer part of the show. That makes sense. In the stage show, you are going to a concert of Hedwig and the Angry Inch and she tells you her life story. In the movie, that no longer works, so instead, the movie follows Hedwig on tour and in different venues, she talks about her story to the audiences of those gigs. And we see the events she tells about through flashbacks. It’s show, not tell, cause Hedwig cannot tell us, cause we are no longer part of it. You're no longer in a theatre with her.

Another big difference is that Tommy is not played by John. Instead of an actor playing both Hedwig and Tommy, they're played by separate people, since film is a different medium and it works better. That does lead to an interesting change for the ending, but I will not delve into that, because spoilers! Talk to me after you've seen it.

The movie does include Phyllis Stein, Hedwig's manager. In the stage version, she's dead and Hedwig laments a lot about her. In the movie, she's very much alive and she's hilarious. Unfortunately, they did cut most of Yitzhak's background. Boooo! Hasn't he suffered enough?!

Have a trailer:

Are there content warnings?

Oh boy. Crude and sexist language is in here. Also, not all characters like gender fuckery, so there are some assholes here. There's the whole body mutilation. That isn't seen, but it's referenced to a lot.

There's also blatant antisemitism at multiple times. I said before that Hedwig is a terrible person who verbally abuses her husband, and she is also quite xenophobic towards the characters from the Balkans. And ya know, casual racism. Oh Hedwig.

There are also some lines that some read as pedophilia. As in, some think Hedwig was sexually abused by multiple people, even in her youth.

There are also a lot of flashing lights, so this show definitely isn't epilepsy safe.

Are there German characters in Hedwig and the Angry Inch?

Yes, Hedwig herself is German! Sorry for the bad German accents, though.