#i threw the other set i was working on in the bin

[tiredlinguist]

save me 3 hours of making a dr who edit and eating a stroopwafel

[jistagrams]

who lasted the longest during nnn (no nut november) riize edition

bf!riize x afab!reader

warnings: suggestive, slight smut, pet names, soft dom! / hard!dom type shit for them all🤭🤭, eunseok calls u whore & slut, oral (both r receiving) , degradation if u squint, praising, fluff, lmk if I missed any

shotaro: 26 days

shotaro def tried to last longer than anyone in riize, only cus he has control and him being so busy with his schedule he didn’t have much time to see you or even get off by himself 😭, but once he saw you he literally went batshit crazy. like YOU in THAT outfit? he couldn’t take it anymore, had to have you right in that second.

“taro calm down..” you whined underneath him, “cant, fuck” one hand gripping onto your waist as the other rubbed your clit deliciously, throwing out compliments. “you take me so good you know that? shit, baby stop clenching, m’ gon-“ he moaned loudly as he came, falling down onto you. twitching slightly.

eunseok: 23 days

he was doing so good, keeping himself busy with his schedule like shotaro and hanging out with friends, shit he even made fun of his friends who lost during the first few weeks, he was excited to see you on thanksgiving since it’s been so long, thinking it would be a cute and adorable reunion. but oh was he so wrong. He didn’t expect to have his dick down your throat in his childhood room.

“such a fucking slut, just wants my dick in you at all times.” he grunted out as he held you down on it, gripping onto your hair with both hands to fuck your throat, tears fell down as he laughed slightly. “whore.” He grumbled while throwing his head back and letting go of your hair to let you do the rest of the work.

sungchan: 10 days

yeah, ten days, during those 10 days he was acting all cocky and laughing at his friends who lost before him, saying how they can’t keep it in their pants, meanwhile the whole time he was fighting DEMONS to keep his in his pants. kinda hard to when he lives with his wonderful partner, who just so happened to not be participating in nnn, (And who also didn’t want him to participate..)

“sungieeee~” you cooed while getting in his lap, he looked at you confused, “what’s up baby?” He held your hips almost immediately when you plopped down onto him, just great, just exactly what he needed. you started to grind on him softly, his eyes went wide as you placed your arms around his neck. “yn.. did you forget?” he sighed softly, the feeling was too good to stop you, “you don’t even win anything out of this” you whined quietly. he threw his head back, perfect to kiss his neck. “maybe I could lose just this once”

wonbin: 3 days

reason he only lasted 3 days was cause of you and the way you were acting, he was getting too cocky during October saying “oh ima win nnn for sure, bet u won’t even last a minute” and so on and so on, so you decided to test him, see if he could really pass nnn. It started off with small touches, small pecks that weren’t really small pecks instead they were long makeout sessions leaving him after touching him like you were deprived. This kept going till he couldn’t handle it anymore,

“think it’s cute to tease me?” he laughed softly as he slid two fingers in, setting a fast pace already. “bin, need you” you begged him as you held onto the hand that was between your thighs, he scoffs at your begging and goes faster than the original pace, “think im gonna reward you with my dick after all your teasing? your funny”

seunghan: 0 days

bro didn’t even get to start it, was already fucking on Halloween, definitely was the member in riize that was getting bullied for not even lasting a day.

“slow down fuck seung” you gasped, gripping onto his hair, “gon fuck you into the next day, yeah? you would like that wouldn’t you?” he laughed while putting your legs up to your chest, “your gunna fail nnn already” you let a breathy chuckle out whole pointing to clock next to the bed, “don’t care, at least I can do this everyday”

sohee: 4 days

idk I feel like he wouldn’t even try to participate, his sex drive isn’t just isn’t as crazy as most people, he could probably go like 5 days max without sex but you on the other hand? you always want him, any type of way. so obviously you were the one to break his “streak”

“your so needy baby” he cooed while kissing your face, holding your hand as he slid in, “can’t help it” you whined softly, tightening your grip on his hand. “your too handsome, makes me want you” he blushed and giggled at your word, he gets so geeked when you call him handsome <3

anton: 30 days

he took this sersiously guys, told you and himself that if he lost he was gonna leave riize. Said he didn’t wanna be teased for losing so he took the long measures to win, this means he literally avoided you like the bubonic plague. Oh you wanted to kiss him? Sure but nothing more than a peck, You wanted a hug? a small side hug will do, you were needy? Well…he could make some arrangements, can’t let his baby suffer like him <3

“you sure you don’t want anything in return?” you asked him, holding the hand in between your legs, softly rubbing his head with your other hand. “cant lose baby” he replied. “not even getting anything out of it” you mumbled, “uh yeah, satisfaction of winning” he spoke like it was obvious.

[mrs-kodzuken]

the first snow ⟢ shinsuke k.

synopsis: you're newly married to kita and are relishing in the sight of slow winter nights and snow.

other: timeskip!husband!kita x wife!fem!reader, newlyweds, fluff, doting husband!kita

"Come quickly, hurry! Look, look, look!" You chanted, face pressed basically against the large, paneled living room window.

Your warm breath appeared on it as you gazed outwards, staring in awe at the first sight of snow. The flurries danced around in the blowing wind that you could only tell was cold because of the glass.

Shin chuckled from behind you, lovingly placing his hands on your waist, curling around your warmth.

"S'lovely, Y/n." Your chest burned with delight, pleasing your husband, as you both just became married, was the utmost delight for you.

"It's the first snow shin, I'm so excited. I can't wait for Christmas!" you giggled, smiling brightly at your husband.

With the days slowing down and the sun setting earlier than later, Shinsuke was home when dinner was finished. That caused simplistic nights like this to happen, you loved winter.

"How about a relaxing bath, honey? I've been meaning to get that knot out of your shoulder." Kita kissed your left shoulder blade, his rough, calloused hands running gently down your arm.

A few days ago, you practically threw your shoulder out by heavy lifting boxes that were meant to be for Kita's doing. After a long scolding from him and a hefty promise, you swore that you wouldn't touch another dangerously heavy object.

Of course, during the day when he was gone, you'd still try.

Not being able to keep the flush from your cheeks, you nodded in response. With being a newly wedded couple, little things like this still made you nervous.

Even still you both, unintentionally, had lost both of your virginities to each other on the wedding night.

You loved how traditional Kita was, it made your heart bloom and gave you comfort that you could rely on someone like him to protect you but not suffocate you.

After closing the curtains, you followed Kita to the bath, into which the warm water was already being drawn.

"Hm, cedar or rosemary?" Shin asked from the brown, wooden bathroom closet, he was rummaging through the bins to find the perfect oil for your skin.

As your husband, he took it upon himself to ensure that his wife would have the best care—after all, he vowed to do it.

"Uhh, rosemary?" You called back unsurely, prepping your night clothes. The wool fabric almost slipped through your hands as you folded your nightgown and Kita's own wool pajama set.

Having an older house and sleeping in the winter was a bit rough but it was nothing you both couldn't handle.

Almost everything in this newly olden house was gifted by friends and family, especially his grandmother, you adored the antiqued feel of the house.

It was even more perfect when you both were able to be hands on almost all the time with fixing it or making your own household necessities.

"Ready honey?" Kita came into the bedroom that was connected to the bathroom.

You smiled, "I'm ready, just grabbing the clothes." You paused, aweing at the bath drawn with flower petals and candles lit on the counter. Shinsuke was truly, truly a sweetheart when it came to pampering you.

You lightly jumped when you felt his hands coming to the bottom of your shirt to raise it above your head. "Oh! sorry," you laughed a bit, "Just a little nervous."

It was routine for skin to take your clothes off like this, not with any hint of sexual intent however full of love and care for you. With every few inches he raised off your torso, a kiss would ensue on your chilled skin.

After a few more articles of clothing, you were yet again staring at your naked husband.

A hard-working man is bound to gain muscle and strength after so long, and damn it showed. Turning your heated gazed away from Shin was the best thing to do, this was supposed to be innocent.

Kita was the first to get into the bath, it was a bit of a squeeze but you both made it work, especially when the skin-to-skin contact was needed.

"Thank you, Shin." You mumbled, eyes closed as you soaked in the bath, your back to his front. You tried keeping your thoughts clean instead of what was lurking between his legs.

"Always, Y/n. Let me know if ya ever need another massage, honey." He murmurs in your ear, causing a tingling sensation to run through your body.

His fingers dug into your shoulders, the oil helping you relax more as your body became more supple in his touch.

However, your eyes snapped open when you realized that you felt a hardening sensation against your back. When you tried to move and ask Kita about it, he repositioned your body to continue his ministry.

"I'm caring for yer body, not mine right now, love. I want ya ta' enjoy this right now." He softly spoke against your skin, Shinsuke was definitely a lover, and he loved you with the utmost respect.

After Kita was finished washing your body and then his own, he decided to get out whilst you enjoy the bath a bit more.

"Honey, did ya fall asleep? I was gone for a second." Your husband's soothing voice and a slight nudge on your shoulder awoke you from the very small cat nap you didn't know you had taken.

"M'sorry Shin, I didn't realize." You blinked, coming to consciousness and then standing to get out of the bath. You were in there for so long that your fingertips were all wrinkled.

"S'okay love, c'mere." He lowly grunted, lifting your wet body out of the bath and drying you immediately. With a few more steps, your nightgown was on, and he had successfully prepared you for bed.

Soon a few small kisses were pampered all over your face and Kita was pressed against your back, holding you close whilst you both slept.

However, it was this.

This was the part you hated the most about winter, the annoying alarm clock set to the other side of the bed.

The warmth leaving your body of where you were connected to Shinsuke at, everything. You hated how he had to leave so early in the mornings, but you couldn't help that you cherished the early nights it brought along.

With a small "good mornin" and a few kisses on your face, you rolled onto Kita's side of the bed, relishing in the warmth he left.

Hating the early mornings only brought love to your mind when Kita would come home as soon as the sun set, done with working for the day.

It especially brought love to your mind with a promise of another loving night together. 

a/n: snow flurries came down today and I was so excited! can't believe that it inspired me to write lol, requests open luvs <3

[acesofspadess]

the right thing to do

Lando Norris x black!driver!OC (Ace Jules Giovanelli)

warnings: angry Lando, cursing, crashes (mentioned), physical injury (mentioned) kissing??

ace radio 🔊 this took a little bit longer than expected, but first F1 fix is here! 4.5k words so get comfortable and enjoy

Being one of the first women in F1 was tricky but you managed to come into one of the top teams; McLaren. You and Lando had been great teammates for the past 18 months, but even better soulmates for 12 months. Your confessions were after the Silverstone 2023 Grand Prix making second and third. You had yet to win but were inching closer and closer every race. 

Today in the Hungarian Grand Prix you knew the front row lineup between you and Lando would prove to be a race indeed.

“IT’S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!”

Lando merged across the track closer to you but stayed far enough to not throw you off. You managed to overtake him while he was fighting with Max and there you were, P1. 

Being in the lead for most of the race with Lando behind you gave you the adrenaline to push. The first pit stops were great and you managed to work back up to P1. It was the second set of pit stops that made the race tricky

You watched Lando merge behind you into the pits; effectively watching your maiden win get thrown in the bin. 

“Why didn’t we box?!”

There was no answer until you made your way around the track. 

‘box box’

You wanted to cry but knew that it wouldn’t help. You had a great pit stop and worked your way back to P2. 

Lap 51

(commentator) We’re getting ready to hear what they're telling Ace for the first time

‘Okay Ace, so once you get to Lando, we’ll swap positions. We’ll swap positions, but we want to avoid Lando having to give up a lot of race time.”

“That’s not fair to Lando, you boxed him first telling him to drop isn’t fair.’

‘Team orders Ace.’ Andrea’s voice came through. 

“I want to win, I'm telling you I do.” Your voice cracked emotions high, “but not like this.”

‘Ace, not here.’

‘Fuck!.’

Wow you can hear the emotion in her voice. She doesn't want the race to go like this either.

You knew then that there was no other choice. You had to race.

‘Once you catch up to Lando he’ll let you pass.’

But he wasn't giving up, and quite frankly neither were you.

‘I can't catch up to him like this.’

‘working on it’

It looks like Ace is trying to go for it, despite not agreeing to the team orders

You were frustrated for so many reasons. For them giving Lando P1 and then taking it from him, but also for yourself because he wouldn’t follow the team's order. 

You tried to maintain the pace but you knew the tire deg was going to catch up to you if you weren’t careful. 

You saw Lando start to slow down and pressed a little harder to pass him. You threw up half of a heart in thanks and appreciation for the uneasy decision. 

It was only then you realised that you only had a lap left until you won your first grand prix

“We are witnessing history here this afternoon. Daughter to a hairdresser, goddaughter of Jules Bianchi. We watched her fight fearlessly through Formula 3, Formula Renault, Formula 2, and now Formula1. She has done it folks! Ace Giovanelli is the first woman to win a Formula 1 sprint race and now a Formula 1 race. The youngest driver on the grid has scored her maiden win, putting her third in Drivers Championships, behind her teammate Lando Norris. 

‘That’s P1 Ace, P1!’

They could hear your tears over the radio. 

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you. This means so much. Thank you Rup, Zak, Andrea. The whole fucking team. Sorry for making the team orders hard. My pace wasn’t good enough to close the gap without Lando slowing down. But Lando. Mon ange. I love you. I couldn’t have made it this far without your love and support and I couldn’t have won this race without you, and i will be the first one to say that. I love you. Thank you all so so much. To mum I love you. To every single girl out there. Follow your dreams, no matter what anyone else says, especially if it's F1. To the girls in F1 academy, this is also for you. You will be right here winning your first race too, never give up.‘Et à Jules. Ceci est pour vous! Merci de m'avoir montré ce qu'était le karting, je sais que c'était un désastre à gérer. Je vous aimerai pour toujours. J'aimerais que vous soyez ici.’ First win Spade Army!!!!’

Parking in parc ferme with the big 1 in front of you was surreal. You just sat taking it in when you felt a bump against your head knowing it was Lando helmet tapping you. You finally got  out of the car and stood on the front, fist pumping like crazy. You immediately ran to your team and jumped on them knowing they would catch you. 

You didn't know how many hugs and congratulations you received but you never wanted it to end. You went to the weigh station and saw you had lost a lot of weight, unsurprisingly. You finally took off your helmet and balaclava revealing the four twists you always put your curls in. you undid them and shook them out dramatically knowing your fans always loved when you did it and put on the hat that had P1 on it.

You found Lando as Lewis was talking and jumped into him throwing him off his balance. ‘Thank you.” you whispered as he hugged you back. You repeated it over and over again until the tears made it unable to speak. He pulled your face from out of his neck and held it in his hands. ‘You deserved it baby.’ you knew he meant it but saw the sadness in his eyes. ‘I love you.’

He was pulled away from you but still mouthed those three words back to you before starting his interview. Lewis picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and spinning you around and you laughed and screamed. ‘Lewis!!’ 

‘So proud of you little sis. Many more to come.’ you hugged him thankfully and walked in separate directions to start your interview and for him to go to the cool down room

“Ace! It is your first Formula 1 win on a Sunday, and your breaking records as the first woman to win an F1 race. How is it?”

“It's very very special. This is the day I dreamed of as a kid. Being on the top step of an F1 podium, as a woman that feeling is one-hundred times better. I won’t ignore the complications at the end, but I put myself in the right position at the start, and just thank you to the team for an amazing car. It's been otherworldly racing with McLaren. I can’t thank them enough for trusting me and making a little girl's dream come true.”

“How are you feeling with the car McLaren is giving you now?”

“Yeah it's,” you whistled ending with a little chuckle. “It's a beast right now. In every condition we've managed to get a podium, is it the driver, is it the car,” you laughed again as it was an ongoing joke that you and Lando were the true main piece. “But it really was a great car. We had it under our control and it was very fast today, a six second gap is no joke. But securing a win, let alone a 1-2, who knows when the last 1-2 was so, incredibly happy with the whole team and getting my first win on the board.”

The camera, unbeknownst to you, caught Lando watching the interview with a small smile on his face. 

“You said it was under control, but the team order situation did not seem under control from the outside. How were you towards the end there? That Lando might not actually let you through?’

You chuckled a bit knowing it was the first of many questions aimed towards the situation. “I mean the longer you leave it, your nerves start to kick in. But I knew he would eventually listen. And on the off chance he didn’t, i would fully respect that because you have to be selfish in this sport. I haven't heard Landos team radio yet but I'm sure it will be uh- informative- to say the least. But yeah, it's team work whether we like it or not, but no, I knew he would have done it.”

“So we can assume this is the first of many wins. You’re proving to be such a special talent out there.”

“I hope so.” you laughed while looking around. “I’ve definitely still got things to work on, like my pace and stuff, but I'll enjoy this win as much as I can. Try to be back here under less complicated circumstances.” 

“Next is Spa, very different track, lots of downforce. Do you expect to see yourselves at the front there too?”

“Yeah I do. You have to be confident in your team and your partner no matter what, but genuinely I think we've got another 1-2 on the way. It's also Landos second home race,” you paused to look at him quickly, “so spirits are high for that.”

“Alright. Congratulations Ace on your first win. Absolutely spectacular.”

“Merci!”

You walked away putting the mic down, and grabbing your helmet and sticking your balaclava and gloves into it before walking into the cool down room.

“…you made the most out of it seven years ago, and now it's us.” You felt the tension the moment you walked in. “I wasn't complaining, I was just complimenting that you guys were fast.” You heard the dejected and confused tone in your grid-brother’s voice. “Lando.” you scolded and he sighed, “Sorry mate.” you nodded at Lando as a thank you and Lewis shrugged it off. “No worries, emotions are high.” he dapped him up as he stood in front of the television.

You sat down in the middle seat with a giddy smile on your face. You watched the race highlights, laughing at Lewis wincing when you slid a bit into the gravel. “Yeah, I paid the price for that one.” 

When the Max and Lewis collision popped up you winced. “That probably scared Max. I would've started crying.” you laughed at yourself with Lando and Lewis joining in. “Which is crazy considering you've crashed way worse than this.”

You refrained from remembering that.

You let out a sigh when it showed the clip of you crossing the line with Lando a car's length behind you. You both made eye contact then looked away. He was rightfully upset, and you knew it would be a while before he wasn't.

The highlights ended and you were gestured out of the room to start the podium celebrations.

It felt weird watching the men go before you and not you before them.  ‘And winner Ace Giovanelli!

Your name was being chanted all around the podium and you couldn’t help the tears that escaped your eyes.

You waved at everyone around the podium seeing so many people wearing papaya with hints of gold meaning they were there for you specifically. You blew kisses to everyone you could shaking hands with Lewis and Lando before stepping up onto that top step. You took your hat off and listened to the Monaco National Anthem, you thought of Charles who was your best mate growing up and wondered if he was down there listening to his home anthem being played for his best friend. 

After the British anthem played you were handed your first, First place trophy, and jokingly shielded it away from Lando as you both laughed. You ducked down as the medal was placed around your neck and thrusted the trophy into the air. You watched Lando get his and something just clicked in you. After Lewis finished celebrating you yelled out a ‘wait!’ sending everyone for a shock. You jumped down from the top step trophy in hand standing in front of Lando. He looked confused as you took the second place from his hands and gave it to the person standing next to the stage. ‘Go on.” He looked shocked. ‘Ace no.’ 

You knew he wouldn’t budge so you stood on his step and pushed him towards the top step as he stepped up. You handed him your first place trophy and saw the tears spring to his eyes. ‘It’s yours as much as it is mine.’ You saw him wipe a tear as Lewis started clapping for him and then you and then everyone else. ‘Lando, Lando, Lando!’ Was all you heard and you knew that THAT was the right thing to do.

He stepped down pulling you into a deep kiss. No words were needed. You took your positions back and took your picture. The first, but definitely not the last time that you would be in the middle. You ran to give your trophy to someone before you and Lando champagne popped together. You tried to spray both Lando and Lewis, but it was three against one.

Lando saw you wiping the champagne from your eyes, knowing the burn first hand. The smile on your face as you got showered in it was more than enough to rid him of all negative thoughts. The way your brown skin glowed in the sun beaming against the champagne made him fall in love with you all over again. He saw you turn towards him and spray a little champagne before kissing him again. His arms immediately wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You felt the pour of champagne over you both and giggled into the kiss. You looked back to see Lewis behind it all with a big smile on his face laughing and going to collect his stuff. ‘Come on winner.’ Lando joked, taking your hand to grab his trophy and yours. 

“Let's hear from Lando now. This could be interesting.” 

“Hey Lando. I know it's not easy giving up a win and I will never be in that position. But a great result for the team, tell me how you're feeling right now.”

“Yeah, happy. Happy for the team. I don't know when the last 1-2 last was,” he smiled cheekily, “probably over 10 years ago or something. Just super happy. I'm also happy for Ace too. Like your first race, I know she won in Qatar, and she’ll agree this win means a lot more. But this win is a proper win, it's a special moment and i'm happy for her. Not only as her boyfriend but as her teammate.”

“...but just personally how difficult was the design in that race, cause you  just want to win?’

He smiled that cheeky smile while chuckling. “Yeah, uh, it's tough, but I know what Ace has done for me in the past. Yeah, I think this is a little bit different, but I got told to let her pass and I did.”

“Were you aware that Ace didn't want to pass when the team order was first called out?”

“Uh, no I was never informed of that. That-” but he left it there.

“The podium celebration seemed very happy but did you not feel any emotion on watching Ace wave at you as she passed?”

“Did she?” Lando questioned a little hurt but not fully believing. “Ace wouldn’t do that.”

‘I mean it’s what we all saw.’

‘I’ll have to ask her myself. She wouldn’t do that to anyone let alone her boyfriend.” He chuckled a bit wondering why they were trying to stir stuff up.

“Hey Ace, first win, under slightly awkward circumstances, but a race win nonetheless.”

You chuckled with your head tilting. “Yeah I'm super happy about winning, that's not something that will ever fade. You know between Lando and I we were the frontrunners. Me in the first half and Lando in the second, but I put myself where I needed to be in the beginning and it turned into a win. It was essentially an undercut, so the position swap seemed fair, but the circumstance under which the swap was done could have been handled better.”

You got jumped on by not one but 4 of your favourite people. You all started screaming knowing exactly what they were there for. The mic bare,y caught onto what was said,

“Race winner!” Pierre congratulated first. “Now you’re on my level.” Carlos teased. “You won Australia because everyone felt bad.” you teased back. “Whatever helps you sleep at night amiga.”

“Despite the shit race I had, this is the only thing that could make it better.” Max threw his arm around your shoulders and you laughed seeing the clip of him cursing at GP. “You owe GP an apology.” 

“I don't owe him shit.”

“Moving on,” Charles cut in before scooping you into a hug you needed more than you thought. “je suis si fier de toi. Ecouter notre hymne m'a fait pleurer. Jules serait tellement fier de toi et serait là pour te serrer dans ses bras à ma place. Vous méritez tellement ça.”

You hugged him tighter. “Je t'aime tellement Charlie. Merci d'être toujours là pour moi.”

You let go of him and they all hugged you before leaving you, and you went back to your interview with repeated apologies.

“No worries, everyone wants a bit of the winner. You said earlier that you would listen to Lando’s team radio, have you done so yet?”

You smiled cheekily - much to similar to Landos- knowing where this was going. “I did yeah. I wont say much publically, for multiple reasons, but Lando had every right to say and do what he did, and i'll leave it there.”

‘We talked to Lando about you waving at him as passed him on the penultimate lap-

‘I didn’t wave at Lando. Let’s get that settled first, I put up half of a heart. It’s something we’ve been doing for a long time, so let’s not turn this loving moment into something it isn’t please.’

You walked in a bit late hearing Landos answer.

“...it's not my fault I was leading the race, you know. They should have boxed Ace first and we wouldn't even be having this discussion. So you know - um- it's not that, but I think we could've made slightly better decisions and I'm sure we'll talk about it later. At the same time, this girl here,” he looked at you with a sad smile. “Deserved to win. She got me off the line and yeah it's a very special feeling winning your first race- and i'll say first race ‘cause i think she’ll agree that it's a race win and not a sprint race. I'll let her enjoy it, and for the team it's an incredible weekend for all of us.”

You rested your head on his shoulder in gratitude before handing the hot cup of lemon and honey tea, as if it was nothing. “Let's move onto Ace. You've been dreaming of this since you were a little girl. You've won on your 35th race start, how was the view from the top step of the podium?”

“Yeah, it's an incredible feeling. Lots of monegasque flags, felt like a home race.” you chuckled briefly while adjusting your hat. “But yeah ever since I can remember i've been saying it was my dream to get to Formula 1 and then to make it to that top step on the podium. It's surreal and i'm glad it happened with my friends and boyfriend by my side.”

“How different does this feel from your sprint win in Qatar last year?”

“Very different. As Lando said, this is a proper race, and a sprint race isn't easy, but it's easier than a Sunday race. It's a win but nothing you can really brag about, unlike today.”

“Can we talk about strategy in this race? If you had boxed first then it would have been simpler.”

“Yeah, it was to cover certain people, Lando had Lewis and I had max. That's what the team had us do. I'm sure as a team we will talk about it later, i've got a few choice words I’d like to say but i'll leave it at that.”

Lando and Lewis both smiled at that comment before Lewis was answered his question. “I mean the number doesn't really matter. I'm just looking at how young they are. They were in nappies when I started.” he chuckled looking back at you and Lando. “Ace you were born in 2000-”

“2003, 20 years old.”

“Holy moly,” you both laughed, “yeah, just seeing how far McLaren has come as a team, but these two specifically. They had a really tough time last year, so seeing them up here now just makes me happy that I'm still here to witness it.”

As Lewis was getting asked questions you saw Lando picking at his fingers. You looked at his face and scooched closer to him. He immediately forced a smile as he looked at you and leaned into your chest as you wrapped your arms around each other.

“Question for Lando please. You said earlier that you weren't aware Ace didn't want to do the switch at first. If you had known that, do you think things would have changed?”

He left your side but stayed close. “I mean I argued it anyway didn’t I?” You joined into Landos chuckle. “I know what I'm going to do and what I'm not. I was going to do it on the very last lap on the last corner. I would have just kept going if i had known Ace didn’t want to but, I mean it is what it is. I was always going to give back the position, unless they changed their mind but they didn't and Ace didn’t seem to have any say in it either, so.” and he put his mic down.

“Another question for lando. Lando you said over the radio that you were fighting for the world championship, do you think the team made the wrong decision today? Especially with Ace right behind you now.”

You rolled your eyes as he picked up his mic. “Are you?,” he broke his sentence looking at you and you shrugged, you didn't think you had passed charles just yet. “But no, to answer the question. I mean, I didn't lose there, I lost the win off the line. You know i had a terrible-

“Lan”

“I had a bad start,” he looked at you knowing you were scolding him for downing himself way too extreme. “Something happened on my second shift, I lost a lot of momentum. Ace got in on the inside and that was that. So, i got put into the lead rather than ‘wanting to’, um i feel like we made things way too hard for ourselves and way too tricky for ourselves. Should have just boxed Ace first, and you know they gave me the lead, and I gave it back, so I shouldn't have won today. I didn't deserve to win because of my start and Ace’s good start and that's that. I don't feel like - i know i was in that position for 16-17 laps, its hard cause your in that position to give it back and i was thinking about those 7 points but truth is i shouldn't have been given the hope for those points and so the team were right and i stand by what they said.”

He put his mic and you picked yours up. “I mean it's all a bunch of hypotheticals, hypothetically, if I spun out in the gravel, landed upside down and snapped by neck. Lando would've won” you watched everyone's face turn. “Yeah see its bull. It's stupid to make it up. Lando deserved the win just as much as I did because his team strategy was better and his pace was better. If no one else is going to say it I will.”

You were known for being ‘mini max’ in interviews and conferences and you held that with pride. 

You weren't asked a lot of questions, but you weren't surprised, the media loved drama and tried to get the most out of Lando.

“... i wouldn't expect Ace to let me pass just because i was fighting for a championship, i mean lets ask. Would you?” he chuckled quickly, turning back. “She drove better and you know that's it, It's just something we'll work on as a team.”

“I would by the way. I said this earlier but I wouldn't have been mad if Lando didn't give it up. You've got to be selfish and static- statistl- yeah i'm not doing this. You know what I mean." Everyone laughed. “But yeah he proved at the end that he was the faster and the better car so yeah. He also had a better chance at the world championship for not only him but the team, so who am i to hold him from that.”

You leaned back after that. Finally putting your true feelings out there. 

“Final question and it's for Ace, you spoke about Jules at the end of the race, how much of an inspiration he was to you.”

Lando grabbed your hand as he knew this was sentimental. “Yeah um Jules died when i was 11 and i didn't fully understand then that he was um- not coming back.” you cleared your throat as the memories flooded back in. “It took a few days for me to understand that he wasn't just taking a trip and that it's hard for an 11 year old to lose the person that treated you as their own daughter. I just remember me and Charlie never leaving each other's sides. Which he probably hated having a little 11 year old attached to his arm.” you laughed at the thought. “He told me this week on the anniversary that he had planned to adopt me, and damn did that throw me off, but I wasn't named after him for no reason, so everything I do I owe to him.”

When you were dismissed you and Lando walked back quietly to the motor home. You were still digesting and you knew Lando was as well. “I'm sorry.” Were the first things he said as you went to your driver's room. “For absolutely nothing. You don't need to apologise. Ever. It happened. I got my first win which we are both more than proud of.” he nodded hastily at that. “Yeah the team made some shit calls, but we just have to roll with the punches. No one, and especially not me, is mad at you for feeling the way you do. I would be so much more visibly upset if I were in your shoes.”

You watched as he sunk in the words you said and nodded before opening his arms asking for a hug. “Come here baby.” you let him come into your arms as you swayed back and forth. “I love you so much Ace.”

“I love you Lando two-wins.”

“Two?”

“You won my heart, what more could you ask for.” you teased making him laugh.

“Yeah, that's the best win.”

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mclaren P1 for our papaya princess and driver of the day!

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papayaa5army this being their most liked post is so real

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↳ papayaspades girl😅

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f1 Ace Giovenalli has done it again. She makes history as the first woman to win a sprint race and a Sunday race. She also won driver of the day.

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acegiovanelli 🧡

↳ ln4life lando should’ve at least got driver of day

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landonorris love you baby

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landonorris P1 P2 yesterday, P1 P2 today. Congrats to the love of my life on her first win. Many more to come.

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acegiovanelli I love you mon cœur. Next one is yours I can feel it.

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acegiovanelli I dreamed of this day every since Jules let me sit in his F1 car. Thank you to everyone who has supported me throughout my racing years. Thank you McLaren and above all thank you Lando, this is yours as much as it is mine. I love you all, see you in Spa!

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landonorris all you baby 🧡

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pierregasly congrats little sister 🧡

maxvertsappen1 looks like I have competition now

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francisca.cgomez my baby is growing up 🧡

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[natailiatulls07]

In Maurgrite series could you do Charles and the grid reaction to her coming back home sad cause she was getting picked on and he tried to hide it but they know something wrong as she wasn’t her usual sunshine self

Marguerite; The father daughter dance

Jules Bianchi x Daughter!reader

Charles Leclerc x little sister!reader

Charlotte Sine x platonic!reader

Summary - When Y/n's school is doing a father daughter dance she chooses not to tell Charles and skip it but of course that doesn't work out to plan

Warning - Loss of a father, feeling guilty, mourning a father

A/n - Charles and Y/n aren’t blood related but consider each other brother and sister. I know Alex was with Charles in the first part but I'm trying to stick to irl relationships and events so Charlotte is here today!

Marguerite

-

2021

When Charles was told that his godfather had passed away, his mind immediately went to Y/n. How would she cope with this? How would she feel about seeing her friends with their fathers?

But there was one thing the driver forgot about; the father daughter dance. It was a one time event, every daughter would get when they're in year ten. Yet Charles forgot.

It wasn't like Y/n didn't remind him, no she kept it a secret. Not wanting to go because her dad was gone. So when she got the letter from school, what did she do with it?

Well she just threw into the bin outside of the school gates.

Unfornuately when Y/n had her friend round to do homework together, her friend accidentally let it slip right in front of Charles.

"Wait are you coming the dance?" The question was totally innocent, y/f/n thought that maybe Charles would take the place of Jules and take Y/n.

They were in the open plan living space, y/n and her friend in the living room and Charles in the kitchen with Charlotte. So of course he heard them. "Wait what dance?" Charles' voice echoed through the large room.

Y/n's face went pale. She had been caught and would have to explain herself to Charles. "O-oh uh nothing!" Trying to dismiss the question, even though she knew it wouldn't be dismissed that easily.

The older two moved from the kitchen to sit on the plush couch next to the two teens. "Well it's not nothing is it though?" Charlotte replied, also urging Y/n to answer the question.

But instead of Y/n, y/f/n once again spilled the beans. "It's the father daughter dance, I thought Y/n would told you..." She trailed off, finally coming to her senses and realising. "Oh, I should go...bye Y/n, thank you for the snacks Mr Leclerc"

She was quick to collect her stuff and leaving, y/f/n had just thrown Y/n under bus and left faster than the McLaren pitstop. "So...there's a father daughter dance..." Charles and Charlotte had eyes of sympathy, upset that they made her feel like she couldn't go. "Why didn't you tell us?"

There was hesitation, how was she meant to answer a question like this. "Didn't think I could go..." Y/n took a deep breath, finding the carpet more entertaining. "Because papa is not really...you know..." This was the type of conversation Y/n wasn't fond of.

It wasn't a conversation Charles loved all that best either. He absolutely hated how his Marguerite felt she couldn't talk to him about this stuff. "When...When is it?" He had idea and good one.

"Tomorrow..."

Charles was quick to nod his head.

-

"Alex, can you distract Y/n tomorrow please" Everyone had gone to bed, Charlotte and Charles in bed togther and Y/n asleep in her own bed. He needed Y/n to be distracted so he could set up the surprise.

Charlotte smiled softly, cuddling closer to Charles. "Yeah of course, is this about the dance?" She knew the answer, she knew how guilty Charles felt about the dance.

Playing with the womens long brunette hair, Charles just nodded. He didn't have the heart to speak, fearing he'd break down.

-

So the next day whilst eating breakfast, Charlotte suggested to Y/n that they do a pamper day. Get their nails done, hair done and just go on a massive shopping spree. During said shopping spree, Charlotte had managed to convince her to get a nice formal dress, the dress she would wear to the dance.

"Hey, you should get this!" Take the dress off the rack, it was totally Y/n's style. "You never know what kind of event Charlie will want to take you to in the future, have it as back up" That was all that Y/n needed to be convinced to get the dress

Charlotte had successfully done what Charles asked of her. Unknow to Y/n, Charles had called up the school and asked if he could attend the dance in place of his late godfather.

They were very understanding and guilty they hadn't thought it through any earlier, but immediately agreed and ensured Charles that they wouldn't single him and Y/n out.

-

Arriving back at the apartment, it was surprisingly quiet. Charlotte and Y/n walked into the kitchen living space and there was an envelope laid next to a bouquet of African Daisies. On the envelope in fancy handwriting, wrote her name and in brackets, Marguerite.

Y/n (Marguerite)

With eyebrows frowned, Y/n turned to Charlotte. "Wait what's this?" Charlotte, who was pouring herself a glass of water just smirked, motioning for Y/n to opening it.

Riping the envelope open, she pulled out the letter and started to read it out loud.

Dear Marguerite, Get ready to put on your dancing shoes and join me for a night of laughter, joy, and unforgettable moments at our father daughter dance! It's going to be a night to remember, and I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else but you. Date: Tonight Time: 8pm Location: School You are cordially invited to be my dance partner for an evening filled with music, twirls, and sibling love. It's a chance for us to create memories that will last a lifetime and celebrate the awesome bond we share as older brother and younger sister. I understand that papa is no longer with us but I don't to subject you to miss these core memories, I have called ahead and we are more than allowed to attend together. Let me step up and honour Jules with you tonight. So, dust off that fancy dress, and let's make this night magical. Get ready to hit the dance floor and show everyone how we rock the dance moves together. Please let me know as soon as possible because I wouldn't want to dance the night away with anyone but my favorite sister. Can't wait to see you there, all dolled up and ready to dance! With love, Your Charlie

As if on cue, Charles came walking out of his office with a big smile on his face. "So what do you say?" He held out his arm, and she ran straight into them. Everyone was tearing up; Y/n, Charlotte and Charles.

He felt her nodding excitedly, her face in the crook of his neck. "Yes! thank you so much Charlie!" Y/n was over the moon, so grateful that Charles got this opportunity for her to actually happen.

"Marguerite, please don't think you can' experience these things..." Pulling out of the hug, Charles held her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes. "Papa would of wanted you to get those experience even though he is not here anymore"

Y/n nodding slowly, that guilt and grief slightly melting away.

Charlotte made her way over to the two, placing her hands on the younger girls shoulders and leaning down. "Come on Marguerite, we have to get you ready and you..." The two girls turned to the driver stood beaming in front of them. "You need to sort yourself out, like the hair?" The sound of laughing echos through the apartment as Charlotte and Y/n make their way to go get ready.

-

It's around seven thirty when Charlotte finally curls the last piece of hair and Y/n slides into her heels. They both look in the mirror, and Charlotte smiles softly. "You look like a princess..."

It's not often Y/n dresses up, she really doesn't attend many formal events with Charles. Esperically after Jules' death, Charles hated how the press exploited the girl so he limited their chances.

"Are you nearly ready?" The monégasque shouted from what it sounded like to be the hallway. Quickly checking her hair and makeup, Y/n nodded to Charlotte who was first to leave the bedroom and meet Charles in the hallway.

Y/n stepped out of her bedroom behind Charlotte and noticed how Charles had put on a classic black suit. Once the driver saw his little sister, his eyes were watering again.

He placed his hand over his heart. "My god I won't last on your wedding day..." Rolling her eyes, Y/n thought he was being dramatic. "You are stunning Marguerite..."

Looking up at the clock on the wall, Y/n didn't want to ruin her makeup. "Stop, I don't want to ruin my makeup" The hallway erupted with laughter before Charles nodded, chuckling slightly.

"Come on then, lets go dance the night away..."

-

[queenie-avenue]

How do yanderes react to receiving a scarf knitted by a reader?

Knitted with love.

💌 ⤻ ft. ALL THE YANDERES

—> your gifts are only for them.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, typical yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, soft yandere, mentions of kidnapping (mafia boss), mentions of stealing (the baseball player)

note: i was too lazy to link all of the yanderes, especially since i have so many now, so i will just link my archives when i do joint posts.

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, ADRIAN HOUDE

— He would absolutely be ecstatic but also torn about it. He wants to keep the sweater all to himself, but he also wants to show it off to the world and demand that the scarf be mass-produced and sold in stores. It's a very challenging decision to make, but he eventually decides to keep the scarf all to himself. He is — as he calls himself — a selfish bastard, after all.

— However, despite his internal struggle, he would keep a cool expression and thank you sincerely and compliment your hard work.

— Would gift something as a thank you, probably something designer. Or would just look at the shopping history on your laptop and buy something from there. Or buy all, black cards exist for a reason!

💌 ⤻ THE CHEERLEADER, KATIE WILLIAMS

— Would gush about it loudly about the fact you were so sweet to present them with a gift! Aw, sweet little you! Katie would hug, kiss and gab all over your form.

— Extremely territorial over the scarf, will not let anyone touch it.

— Sets a trend in the University you're at, where partners gift each other scarves.

💌 ⤻ THE BASEBALL PLAYER, JESPER HARGREAVES

— Oddly enough, he would sniff it first. Then he would utterly melt into it, thanking you profusely by holding you so tight it felt like he might choke you to death.

— Will wear it regardless of the weather. Even if it's sweltering hot and he is sweating bullets. You'll probably have to make something more summer-themed to get him to take off the bloody thing.

— Will beg for more handmade goods from you and will “borrow” the things you made for other people.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

— Will not accept it at first. Will try to accuse you of trying to get close to him because of his family and wealth. If you persist, he will throw it into the bin in front of everyone just to humiliate you further.

— While patrolling the rounds of the school, he will go back to where he threw it and dumpster dive just to get it back. Look at how obsessed you made him, you have to take responsibility for that.

— The next day, an anonymous person has given you expensive chocolates. You realise that Min-Jun is carefully staring to see your reaction to it.

💌 ⤻ THE BARISTA, AKIMITSU MINORU

— Is shocked when you do so but immediately accepts and tells you you shouldn't work so hard next time.

— Offers you a cup of coffee as a thank you.

— Very reserved about it but from that moment on, he's always wearing the scarf. But not in ways you would expect. Sometimes it's hooked onto his waist, somethings around his neck — like how it's supposed to be worn — and sometimes just displayed in the coffee shop like some kind of trophy.

— Would convince you into only giving these sort of gifts to him.

💌 ⤻ THE COVER, VALERIO MARCHETTI

— Your habit of knitting started when you were bored and Valerio gave you something to play with. A knitting set, fitting for someone like you. He made sure to give you those blunt materials though, wouldn't want you escaping!

— Was shocked when you gave it to him. Probably sent it to get it checked for poison.

— Even after making sure it's not poisonous, he doesn't wear it. He simply leaves it with you.

— He isn't exactly obsessed (in this part yet), but he certainly is intrigued by you, would wear the scarf just to see your reaction.

💌 ⤻ THE MAFIA BOSS, VITTORIA CONSTANZO

— Utterly ecstatic at the prospect of you doing such a thing for her. It means you're slowly forgiving her, right?

— Will keep the scarf and use it as inspiration for her next collection of dresses, all using yarn. Will make a special dress just for you to wear out of yarn, just like you've done for her.

— You'll probably get more time without your restraints after this, she trusts you a bit more now and will give you a bit more freedom.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,062

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 5 minutes

I've been playing a bunch of the Ghostbusters game, and it honestly drives me crazy how messy it is at the firehouse. So this imagine way born from that pet peeve of mine. Enjoy. :)

Walking up to the second floor of the firehouse, (Y/n) sat down her bag, looking around the large room she sighed softly. The place was a mess, as always. She understood perfectly well why the place wasn't always clean, they guys were busy, always busy. Especially after Peck shut down the containment unit, and released all the ghosts they had captured over the past few months. Walking into the kitchen and dining area, she began picking up loose trash and tossing it into the nearby trashcan. The trash was nearly half full to begin with, and after a few minutes of working, it was totally full. She pulled the bag out of the bin, tied it up, and sat it aside.

As she was putting a new bag into the bin, the boys came wandering up the stairs. Funny she hadn't even heard them pull in downstairs. They all greeted her tiredly as they passed by, going straight to their quarters. (Y/n) continued to clean up the littered trash, and the expired food from the fridge. A short while later, Ray come back into the common room. His hair still dripping from his shower. The others having showered and gone straight to bed. "You know you don't have to do all of this (Y/n)." Ray said as he assisted in gathering up the dirty dishes. "Well I am an assistant, and I assist where I'm needed." She smiled softly at her favorite ghostbuster.

"Yeah I guess, but this is our mess." He shrugged, smiling bashfully. "I'm happy to help Ray, besides you guys have your hands full as it is. Speaking of which, go to bed, I've got this covered." She insisted as she took the dishes from his hands, placing them beside the sink, and then preparing the water. "No I'm alright, let me help." He argued, standing beside her stacking the dishes accordingly. "Ray you've been working all day, and you're exhausted. Go get some rest." She smiled at him, playfully bumping her shoulder into his. "I'm not going anywhere." He stated in a playfully serious tone. "You're stubborn, you know that?" She smiled at him, but stopped arguing over the matter any further.

"People usually say that about Peter." Ray joked, effectively making (Y/n) snort with laughter. "Yeah and he definitely is, but apparently so are you." She mused, making him smile. "I wash and rinse, you dry and put them away?" (Y/n) offered as she set to work on scrubbing the dishes. "I think I can manage that." Ray hummed as he retrieved a clean dishtowel. "Well I sure hope so, we've got plenty to do here." She teased as she began rinsing the first sink of dishes. Once the dishes were finished, they picked up the last bits of trash, swept the floor, and then began hauling the trash bags out to the dumpster out back. "I'll get some groceries tomorrow morning." (Y/n) stated as they hauled out the last two bags.

"I'll go with you." Ray added as he tossed his bag in the dumpster, he then took (Y/n)'s and threw it out as well. "You don't have to do that, I can manage alright." She blushed lightly as Ray held open the door open for her. "I know... But I want to." Ray smiled bashfully, following her back upstairs. "Well in that case, I'd love the company." She mused as they stood at the top of the stairs. "Now you should go to bed, you need some sleep." She stated as she grabbed her bag. "I'd rather spend some more time with you." Ray admitted, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "And do what Dr. Stantz?" (Y/n) asked as she peered at him, their chests nearly touching from how close she'd moved towards him.

"M-maybe get some dinner? I-I haven't actually eaten since lunch." Ray stammered a little, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Home cooked, or takeout?" She asked. "Considering how late it is, how about takeout?" He asked, trying to sound relaxed, but looking anything but. "Sounds like a date, come on you can stay with me tonight, wouldn't want to disturb the guys." She smiled as his blush depend. "A d-date?" Ray stammered again, following her back downstairs. "If you want it to be." (Y/n) turned to him on the landing of the stairs. "I-I." He cleared his throat. "Do you want it to be?" He asked, again trying to act casual. "I'd love nothing more." She admitted, blushing a bit herself.

"Really!?" Ray beamed in visible excitement, again clearing his throat and trying to play it cool. "I mean... Then it's a date." He smiled charmingly, making (Y/n) giggle softly. "Good." She mused, leaning towards his face to kiss his cheek. Ray blushed deeper, following after her like a lovesick puppy. "Do you think..." Ray trailed off as they walked to (Y/n)'s car. "What is it Ray?" She asked curiously. "Would you maybe want to go on an actual date sometime? Like to a restaurant." He asked. "How about a picnic in the park? Restaurants are always so busy, and a picnic is more intimate." (Y/n) countered. "A picnic... Yeah that sounds really nice." Ray smiled at the thought. "Saturday maybe?" She offered, making Ray beam at her again. "It's a date." He hummed happily.

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(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

[torchwood-99]

One of the key reasons why I despise Sir Phillip and TSPWL is that the reasons Phillip gives for "loving" Eloise makes it seem like that if any other somewhat attractive woman with a cheerful attitude came into his life and took over housekeeping for him, he'd feel pretty much the same for her as he would Eloise.

He likes Eloise raises his kid and runs the house for him, freeing him to do "important things" (like faff about with plants.

He likes that she's pretty and up for sex.

He likes that she isn't depressed like Marina.

That's the sum of his "love" for her.

Eloise's letters that reveal her thoughts and feelings? He threw them away.

Eloise's attempt to reach out to him and speak to him to on serious matters? He tells her to shut it and put her mouth to better use.

You would think that a match that was formed on a pen-pal relationship would be one where everything is founded on an intellectual, emotional meeting of minds. You would think that that strength of this trope is that before they set eyes on each other they would be attracted to each other's inner qualities, but Phillip shows the regard he has for Eloise's thoughts and interests when he bins her letters.

Before Eloise turns up, his attitude is pretty much that "she will do". Nothing she has written gives him any cause for attraction or love. Even though she's been pouring her heart out to him, he doesn't view her in an attractive or romantic light until he knows she's pretty. He doesn't give a damn about her thoughts and feelings, only the functions she can fulfil.

When she arrives and turns out to be pretty, the only thing he cares about is palming his kids and house off onto her, and having sex with her.

Those are the functions in his life, those are the reasons he gives for "loving" her.

Running a house, raising kids and being pretty and up for sex are not unique or distinguishing features. Nothing about this match suggests that Phillip loves Eloise for anything that makes her Eloise. When Eloise tries to show him Eloise, he stifles her or outright emotionally manipulates her into silencing herself.

This is Eloise's great love story. This is the romance Eloise is lumbered with. A passionate, funny, bold woman filled with dreams, gets stuck with a man who could have been equally happy with a million other women who ticked off the same boxes.

I can't love Philoise because Sir Phillip doesn't love Eloise, he just loves the woman who keeps house and gives him sex and isn't depressed. There's not strength, no resilience, no intimacy to that love, just Phillip's satisfaction that he now gets everything he wants, without having to work for it.

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     Hot weather came on quickly. Which meant it was time to break out the flowy dresses and short bottoms and tops.

     It was one of those days and nights when it was just way too hot to wear clothes that clung to your skin, and Changbin was staying late at the studio. Y/n had offered to bring her boyfriend dinner to the studio— mainly because he was complaining about missing her while he was working— so she threw on one of her sundresses and grabbed the container. She texted Changbin that she was on her way to the company for lunch and got in her car. 

     Changbin was alone in the studio working on songs. Chan had a well-deserved day off while Han had already left for the day. He was debating on keeping his girlfriend here just to keep him company till he was done with work. He was playing around with a few adlibs, trying to see where they would sound the best when he heard a knock on the studio door. 

     The rapper got up from his chair and walked over and opened the door, smiling when he saw his girlfriend, “I love you so much.”

     “Love you too,” Y/n leaned in and pecked his lip as he let her into the studio, “You all alone today?” She asked as she set the food down on the table in front of the couch he closed and locked the door behind him

     “Chan’s off today and Ji already went home,” Changbin answered as he walked over and wrapped his arms around her. He’d noticed the dress when she walked in but now he was taking in the sight. He smiled, “Thankfully too.”

     “Eat your dinner,” Y/n poked his chest

     Changbin picked up his girlfriend, making her gasp in surprise, and walked over to their setup. He placed her down on the open spot on the table and brought his lips down to hers, hands gripping the fabric on her hips, “Later.”

     He’d seen her in a sundress before. Nothing new to her wearing them. They just usually ended up on the floor later. Same thing today. Something about the dresses gave him the urge to fuck her into next week. 

     Y/n gripped his biceps as she kept up with his lips. His hands pushed the fabric of her dress up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in as close as she could. His hands moved up from her hips to her shoulders and pushed the sleeves of the dress down. Moving his kisses down her neck to her shoulders. Both their breathing had picked up as her hands slipped under his loose tank top.

     “Bin, off,” Y/n whined as she pushed the shirt up as she ran her hands up his abdomen 

     His kisses paused for a moment to pull the material off his body and toss it to the floor to deal with later. Y/n cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips back onto hers. Bin chuckled against her lips and grabbed the back of her neck with one hand while the other moved under her dress. 

     Originally meaning to tease her over the panties, but he quickly realized she was lacking panties. “No panties tonight?” he mumbled against her lips before pulling away and kissing down her neck. 

     “No,” Y/n smiled

     “Dirty girl,” Changbin said as he ran his fingers up and down between her folds before his thumb pressed against her clit. 

     Y/n let out a whine as her fingers grabbed at his hair. Bin peppered kisses all along her neck and left behind a few love bites before moving down further. Only stopping for a few moments to undo the zipper on the dress and get it off of her. Then proceeding to pull his chair over and take a seat and immediately pulled her to the edge, pulling her legs over his shoulders. 

     Y/n leaned back on her hands just in time for him to lick a strip up from her entrance to her clit, making her shudder. He was loving that she had just worn the dress and sandals to the studio. Less work for him to do and more time to enjoy each other.

     He let his tongue run up and down between her folds several times before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking lightly. His hands held firmly onto her hips as one of her hands grabbed at his curly hair. The slight tug made him moan as he sucked on her clit. Y/n rocked her hips against him as he flicked his tongue against the small little bud. He looked up at her through his lashes. He loved watching her expressions as he went down on her, it was fun when he had her sitting up on his desk.

     He kept his eyes on her as he sucked and flicked the little bundle of nerves, his whines and moans flowing into his ears making him harder than he already was. He turned to harshly sucking and licking, ultimately making out with her cunt as her moans filled the soundproof room and her smaller hands gripping his hair as he worked her closer to orgasm. 

     “Binnie, I’m… almost there,” Y/n moaned. 

     The producer hummed in response and that sent her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed and covered his chin. Changbin happily drank every bit of essence that flowed out of her, like he’d just walked through a desert and found an oasis. 

     Y/n leaned back on her elbow as her other hand left his hair as he kissed his way up her body. “Come here,” Changbin pulled her down from the table to straddle his lap. 

     Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he kissed her chest. Y/n cupped his cheeks and brought her lips onto his and rolled her hips against his erection straining against his gym shorts. 

     “Need you in me, baby,” Y/n mumbled against his lips

     “What do you say, doll?” He asked as his hands gripped her ass and pulled her flush against his chest.     “Please, Binnie. Need my big pretty boy inside me.”     Changbin smiled and stood up from the chair and walked her over to the couch they had in the studio and laid her down on the cushion, attaching his lips to her neck as he ground his clothed erection into her wet cunt. The action elicited a harmonious moan from her that seemingly edged him closer. He could get off on her moans alone but lord he wanted to feel her around his cock.

     He moved a hand from her ass and rubbed two of his fingers between her fold before dipping one into her. He pulled his head up just in time to see her throw hers back into the couch cushion. Her hands grabbed at the hair at the nape of his neck as she brought her head up to look down at her boyfriend catching his eyes as he smiled at her. Maintaining eye contact as he leaned down and kissed her breasts, slowly inserting a second finger.

     Y/n bit her bottom lip as her boyfriend circled one of her nipples with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. His fingers made scissoring motions inside her to spread her open for him. As much as she wanted to watch the scene on top of her unfold, the pleasure was almost too much. The back of her head dug into the cushion below as she felt a third finger pushing its way into her.

     Once the third finger was in, he thursted them in and out of her as quick as he could, “fuck, bin. Please… inside” Y/n whined as she grabbed onto his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

     Changbin popped her nipple out of his mouth, “need you all nice and open for me doll.”

     “Please, baby. Need you in me now.” Y/n whined as her head popped up and looked at him, with pleading eyes.

     “Fuck,” Changbin sat back on his knees and pulled his fingers out of her. A small whine left her throat at the loss of contact as he pushed his gym shorts and boxers down before tossing the fabric to the ground like the rest of their clothing. Y/n smiled as he grabbed her legs and pushed them up to her chest. 

     One hand took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip along the wetness between her folds before pumping himself a few times. Y/n watched him through the mating press he had her in before he lined his cock up to her and slowly pushed the tip in. 

     Her jaw fell open as he pushed in more. Both his hands held onto the back of her thighs as he mumbled a few curse words. “Feel so good around me doll.” Changbin groaned as he leaned forward a bit, fully sinking into his girlfriend then pulling out and fucking back into her at a steady pace. Small whines fell out of her throat every time he slid back into her.

     Slowly his speed picked up as he leaned into her more, her moans getting louder the deeper he went into her. She was teetering closer to the edge when he pulled his fingers out of her. Just him pushing his thick tip into her tightened that familiar knot in her stomach tighter. “Bin,” Y/n moaned out as she grabbed onto his forearms and involuntarily clenched around his thick dick.

     “You gonna come for me doll?” Changbin teased as he bullied his cock into her

     “Yes, please baby. Wanna come on your big cock baby.” Y/n begged. Feeling his dick twitch in her from her small amount of pleading.

     “Feel so good when you clench around me, fuck.” His head fell forward, eyes narrowing in on where he was disappearing inside of her with every thrust.

     Y/n moaned with each thrust until the knot in her stomach snapped and Changbin wasn’t far behind. Pumping slowly through their highs before he stopped for a moment then pulled out, releasing her from the position he had her in. He sat back against the couch and pulled her onto his lap and kissed her cheek. “Stay until I finish up?”

     “You work, I’ll feed you,” Y/n smiled, moving to straddle his lap, grinding on his softened —now Harding— cock

     “Keep grinding on me and I’m fucking you again doll,” Changbin warned 

     “Mm. Can I request it against the wall this time?” Y/n giggled as she leaned down and kissed his neck. 

     Without another word, Changbin picked her up and stood from the couch. It was mere seconds before she was pinned against the wall and smiled at him, holding onto his shoulders as one hand moved from her ass to pump his erection to full length before slipping into her again. 

     Y/n groaned as he kept her upright against the wall. His free hand came between them and ran little circles around her clit as his cock sat inside her. Her mouth hung open as his calloused applied the perfect amount of pressure to her clit. Slowly starting to roll her hips against him as best she could. Hands gripping onto his broad shoulders for extra support. 

     “Looks so good like this doll.” Changbin groaned as his head lay in the crook of her neck, 

     “‘M close baby.” Y/n moaned, still sensitive from their previous round and him just sitting in her contracting walls while he played with her clit was not helping the case. 

     “Come on, doll. Come on my cock again,” Changbin picked up the pace until he felt her hips stutter and stop their movement. Feeling her essence mixed with his previous cream pie drop down his cock. 

     Changbin moved his hand away from her clit and put both his hands under her ass, gripping tightly. He pulled out and quickly — and roughly— fucked back into her repeatedly through her orgasm. Grunting in her ear with each thrust and planting the occasional kiss on her neck. He pressed her hard against the while she grabbed the nape of his neck, lightly tugging on his hair. 

     Sweat rolled down both their bodies and mixed together. Their skin sticking together, Y/n’s heel digging into his back. Even though the heat outside was currently unbearable, they welcomed the heat emanating from their bodies right now from sex. And the heat that came from his hot ropes of cum shooting into her for a second time that night. 

     Changbin buried himself as deep as he could in her again as he came down from his high. Once the clarity set in he kissed her cheek, “How about I call it a night and we go home, yeah?”

     “Yeah. Sounds like a good idea to me.”

     “Go home and get you in the shower,” Changbin smiled as he pecked her lips then pulled out of her so they could clean up just a bit and get their clothes back on before grabbing everything else they needed and heading home for the evening

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Prompt 2 - Thriller

@wolfstarmicrofic July 2, word count 989

CW- Blood, guns, gunshot, open wound

Sirius darted down side streets and into alleyways. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as it dragged oxygen into his exhausted body. Pounding footsteps approached. He ducked down behind the small rubbish bins, clamping his hand over his mouth, so his rapid breathing didn’t give him away. 

Multiple footsteps ran past his hiding place, but one set lingered, turning into the alleyway. Sirius took a few steadying breaths and tensed his muscles, ready for action. The person came closer, kicking the bins out of his way. There was only one bin left between them. With all his remaining strength, Sirius kicked the bin, knocking his pursuer to the ground. He launched himself over him, catching a glimpse of his face on his way past. The man’s mask had slipped. It was Regulus. Fuck! Sirius took off running the way he’d come, the others long gone. A shot rang out behind him as he sped around a corner. It just missed him, ricocheting off the wall right where his head had been a second before. Regulus never missed. What was he playing at? Sirius didn’t hang around to find out.

He laid low until he could get to the safe house. When he finally felt it was safe, he made his way there, making sure she wasn’t followed. A grizzled man was waiting for him. He held a gun to Sirius’s temple while he searched him and took the flash drive from his pocket. 

“Congratulations, Black. You managed to not fuck up an assignment or get killed doing so,” Moody grunted at him. 

“Regulus was there,” He told him. Moody took a deep breath and growled. 

“Did he make you?” He spat through his teeth. 

“I don’t know. I threw a bin at him and ran. He took a shot, but he missed and you know he never misses his target.” Moody grumbled something under his breath that Sirius didn’t catch. 

“We’re going to get you a partner for your next mission. Ah, no, I don’t want to hear it, Black,” He said when Sirius tried to protest. “If Regulus is caught up in this then it’s too dangerous to send you out alone. He knows how you think, how you move and how you fight. You’ll be a liability we can’t afford to have.” Sirius gritted his teeth, but he knew it was for the best. 

“Who do you have in mind?” He blew out. Resigned to his fate. 

“New lad. Ridiculously smart. Calm in a crisis. Perfect balance for you and your chaos.” Sirius rolled his eyes. 

“Has Mr Perfect got a name then?” 

“Remus Lupin,” Moody grinned a toothy smile. Sirius felt a chill wash over him. 

Remus Lupin turned out to be a tall, skinny, well-spoken man who shouldn't have been anywhere near all this.

 Moody had them train together. “I want you to know each other inside and out. Shut up Black, that is not what I meant and you know it.” Sirius bit his tongue to keep from smiling. “You need to work together or no assignments. Do I make myself clear?” They both nodded.

They trained together for weeks, learning how the other moved and thought until they flowed around each other, predicting what the other was going to do before they’d even thought about it. 

The other side had a plan for something terrible and it was their job to infiltrate and find out what was going to happen. 

Sirius watched in awe as Remus expertly picked the locks on a small side door and they slipped into the dark building. 

It was freezing inside. Sirius shook it off, getting his head in the zone. 

They made slow progress up the levels. Riddle would be on the top floor, with his second-in-command on the floor below. That’s where the information would be. 

He couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was too easy. Why hadn’t they met any of the grunts lower down? 

He gingerly pushed open the door to the floor they needed and crept into the large-decadently-styled open room. Remus sped across the room to the computer and began trying to find the information. It was taking too long, and Sirius felt the panic setting in. 

“Hurry up, Remus,” He hissed, his gun trained on the only door in or out of the room. A hidden door on the far wall opened silently. 

“Tut tut, brother of mine. I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here, are you?” Regulus drawled, his gun pointing at Remus. “Call off your man and I might let you out of this building,” Sirius froze and turned to Remus in horror. 

“Come on, Reggie, you know it’s me you want.”  

“I’ve been watching you, Sirius. I know exactly how you feel about him,” Sirius swallowed. Remus typed furiously on the computer. He gasped and met Sirius’s eyes. He’d found something. Remus suddenly jumped up, a flash drive in his hand.

Regulus cocked his gun.

“You don’t think you’re going anywhere with that, do you?” Regulus held out his hand. “Give it here, Lupin.” He swung his gun to Sirius, who’d started inching towards Remus. “Ah, ah, Sirius, no sneaking now. Hand it over, Lupin!” He repeated, pulling back the hammer on the gun. “Final warning, give it to me!” 

The gun went off and Sirius dove in front of Remus. 

He felt a strange pressure, he looked down and saw a small hole just below his heart, red liquid dribbling out. 

“Oh, shit,” He breathed out. Remus rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, pressing it into the wound. He screamed. 

“Keep your hand there and don’t move it,” Remus grunted as he threw Sirius over his shoulder and fled the building. 

He woke up in the hospital, somehow alive, Remus holding onto his hand and all he could think was Regulus never missed. So why had he for a second time?

[holly-opal]

Prompt: Child!Reader has a nightmare, and Puzzles comforts them to the best of his abilities

(Sequel to the last two Child!Reader fics)

TW: Nightmares, child abandonment, blood, implied child abuse.

It has been over two months since Mr. Puzzle's took you in. You have been happier ever since. He fed you, gave you new clothes (he said "Those filthy rags are not the appropriate outfit for a good little star like you" when he gifted you the clothes) and when he wasn't working, he was either playing with you or watching movies with you. You were brushing your teeth, standing of a blue stool and looking at yourself in the mirror. Your spit out the foam, and saw something strange, and looked a little closer. The foam wasn't white as it should be, it was red. You realize that blood was coming out of your mouth, and your teeth were coming out of your gums. Falling either down onto the floor or down the sink. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Mr. Puzzles. The corridor was long, so long in fact, that you were certain that the hallways were stretching to keep you from getting to the other parts of the house. The floor crumbled and you fell in, screaming and crying as you shouted for help. Suddenly, someone catched you in their arms and held you in a comforting manner. You felt more relaxed as you realize that it was Mr. Puzzles. He started carrying you somewhere, and you sighed in relief. But then, he threw you into a garbage bin. You yelped as you were submerged in rotten food and rusty gadgets. "You seriously think I would want you? Ha! Nobody wants you! Not even your own parents want you!" He laughed and closes the bin. You completely consumed by darkness.

.

.

.

You woke up in a cold sweat and let out a gutteral scream. You closed you eyes, you felt tears run down your face as you sobbed on your bed. You heard footsteps fast approaching and the door swinging open. You opened your eyes. It was Mr. Puzzles, looking at you with concern and fear. He rushed up to you and scooped you up in his long, lanky arms. You sniffled and hugged him, burying your face into his chest. He sighed and rubbed your back up and down. "Oh starlight, did you have a bad dream?" He asked with deep sorrow. You nodded your head and continued sobbing into his shirt. "I-I was brushing my teeth, and my mouth started b-bleeding and- and I fell down a hole, an-and you threw me down a garbage b-bin, and you said that nobody wants me. And then you closed the bin." You hiccuped, you could barely form a good sentence with how much you were stuttering. You sobbed and cried for what felt like forever, he shushed you and rocked you in his arms in a comforting manner. You relaxed in his grasp and he wiped away your tears, Mr. Puzzles gave you a soothing smile. "Oh my precious little gem. I will never leave you behind. I will forever hold up on my promise and never abandon you, I guarantee that."

You nodded your head, but you still felt upset about the dream. You were still afraid. He sensed this and got an idea. He set you down on your bed and tucked you in along with Mr. Hugs. He sat by you on the bed. "Would you like me to sing you a song to calm your nerves? I remember old nursery rhymes that played on television would always calm me down after a long stressful day." He suggested. You grinning and nod your head with excitement. You always did love songs. Especially lullabies. It reminded you of a time when you weren't so miserable, when your parents were still around and your mother sang to you, even though she never apologized for yelling at you when you did something wrong or grabbing your wrist too tight or pulling your hair when you didn't listen to her, it still felt nice to hear her voice out you to sleep. "This one is a personal favorite. It reminds me of you." Mr. Puzzles said before clearing his voice and began to sing.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,

When nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.

'Tis your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveller in the dark

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star."

By the end of the rhyme, you yawned and felt sleepiness wash over you. He smiled and patted your head, he was about to leave, but you grabbed his hand. "Wait," you said, "won't you sleep with me? I don't want to be alone." He nodded his head and got into your bed. You snuggled up next to him as he was spooning you and hugging you like a doll. He kissed you on the forehead and hummed softly. You yawned and hugged his arms. "Goodnight, Mr. Puzzles." You said softly as you drifted off to sleep. He smiled. Mr. Puzzles kissed you on the head and ruffled your hair as he felt warmness in his heart.

"Goodnight, my little star."

[thegratefulsouth]

If we were only friends, would it'a

hit me in this moment, quite so much, your flesh easin' in mine, your shadow o'cloth barely distractin' us. Takin' turns to roll the same damn near breath in an instant. Got swept up by some mist that doesn't exist, except between us. We were close, so close, our hearts alignin' an' I'd a'never known it was too much for me then, if we were only friends, if my hands hadn'ta stopped working like my breath in that moment. And we both know, back then, I ain't had the sense in women enough to think for a second 'bout what I could be startin'.

So when you smiled that way, your little tease and said those things, I was already flakin' an' backtrailin', thinkin' mistakes were ahead a'me. 'Cause I didn't want you to see that in me. 'Cause I'd never felt quite that way an' I couldn't understand it for the life o'me. S'why I was so quick to protest, believed you were jokin' when you said what you said. And why I put up that wall and we laughed and my knees quaked with intensity.

If we were only friends, you wouldn'a

leaned that way against my cell for me, when I came back. I feel that now, seen it time and again, others couplin' up around us, that way they move in the beginnin', like you did. Still, I could be imaginin', was just a sliver of a momen'. Was oblivious then, why you did it. Just saw it. You pushin' yourself, your ... yourself forward, like that, for me. It's the only indication, unspoken, of a spark you wanted somethin' more, that I've ever seen.

Noticed it though, locked it away with the good memories. Why else would I 'ave

driven myself into you? That same way you arched to me, like I'd wanted to, for so damn long, to find some chance to meet you like that, in that way. If we were only soulmates without any other needs?

And we were so damn close to startin' somethin', 'fore you were sent away. All this time and events but still, we never got back what never was, and shoulda been. Was never the same with us for such a long time, tryin' a find you again

and you me

with things happenin' the way they did, you runnin', an' me railin' against the wind, tryin' to square up wrongdoin's.

And when that stopped for awhile, I'd lost almost everythin'. Would I 'ave even gone away if what you did hadn't hurt? Not your fault, you was just livin'.

But if what we had was enough, nothin' more'an solidarity? Would I a'stayed away so long? 'Cause that hurt, too, to see you bein' another you, see you finally bein' all the things you needed to, havin' things I couldn't give you, 'cause I didn't know how to.

Would you 'ave tried so hard to push me away, set me up, settle me down with someone who didn't carry the baggage we had, who didn't doubt themselves and every scratch o'hope we'd gathered in the before times, that still haunt the sleepless hours.

And if we were only friends, would I 'ave tried so damn hard everyday to change an' grow for you, show you the man of honour you said you wanted

'til you threw it back at me. 'Cause y'know that's all I want to be, what I want you to see in me. I need you with me. Wish I could make you feel what I feel.

If we were only friends would I 'ave taken every chance I could, to look at you, drink you in, let each stroke and pulse, and touch, each heartbeat win. Just give in

no matter who else was noticin'. So I could live.

All this best friend shit, will I ever admit to you, what I, in waves tell others in every other second word, with my eyes, with my silence an' my breath, while I scream inside, and threaten and hide from you?

What I wouldn't do, and believe me I would, I will, if somethin' ever happens. Same as you'd do.

This ain't platonic Carol, ain't no cheap romance neither from the dollar bin, not like them ones you been readin'.

It's fuckin' special what we have, and I want more.

And I'll love you with my dyin' breath, and after, the way Rick said, as walkin' dead, even though we ain't them, not yet, not close. There's more. Will always be more.

We'll always be more than that.

TGS

Companion piece from Carol's perspective

Still images AMC and #1 unknown, #3 businessinsider.com, #4 riveralwaysknew

[kittykat-25]

One Of The Guys - Part 8

Pairings: Hongjoong x F!Reader, Chan x F!Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: anxiety attacks, Feminine pet names(Doll, Pretty Girl, Bubs, Cupcake)

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

As you and Chan walked to the elevators of JYP heading towards his studio you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Sure you had spent time with them in their home and they had all come to yours for dinner one night this week but the studio was different. That was their domain and if they were anything like Joong in the studio there was no goofing around. As you walked into the dimly lit room you found Bin sitting at the desk and Han stretched out on the couch. Chan set down the coffees and took the seat next to Bin. “Here!” Han said sliding over to give you more room.

You moved toward the couch, asking quietly, “what are you working on tonight?” Han downed half his coffee, “just touch ups, Chan will probably redo the guide until he satisfied which will take about 20 times.” You chuckled, you had quickly learned that Chan was a perfectionist so it didn’t surprise you that it carried over into his work. “How long have yall been here?” You asked to no one in particular. “What time is it?” Changbin responded, looking down at your watch you let out a sigh, “8pm, have any of you had dinner?” “Yeah Minho and Felix brought us food around 5ish but we’ve been here since 8am for practice.” You nodded your head, comforted by the fact the boys had at least gotten dinner. “We normally don’t leave until 1or 2am depending on practice times the next day. Tomorrow’s a late start so if we can get Chan out of here by 4am it’ll be a success.” Han said quietly to you.

You looked at the back of Chans head, he was fully focused on the track in front of him. “Do you mind if I work on a presentation? We have an expo to get ready for.” You asked as you slowly pulled your computer out of the bag. “Not at all, do you need help?” Han asked. “I’m okay but thank you Jisung.” You got comfy and pulled up the presentation. You got into the work zone and began pulling out notes and typing everything into the slide show. You looked up to find Chan watching you work, you smiled at him and he gave you a wink and smile before turning back around. Changbin seeing the whole interaction whispered something to Chan that made the older boy smack him in the back of his head.

Time went by and you had eventually finished your presentation and curled up, Han throwing half his blanket over your legs. You dozed off listening to Chan and Changbin re-record the guide multiple times. Chans soothing voice putting you to sleep. You woke up to a heavy weight on you, turning your head you saw that Han had curled up beside you, his head against your arm, tucked against you sleeping peacefully. Not wanting to wake him you carefully moved your arm to grab the pillow on his other side. Throwing it at Bin, he turned around ready to throw it back. Assuming it was Han who threw it, he had it above his head, your eyes rounded and arms trying to cover the sleeping boy.

“Channie Hyung, look.” Changbin whispered when he noticed the boy curled against you. Chan turned around, you were pulling the blanket up covering Han. You brushed some hair out of his eyes and slowly moved to not wake him. Looking back at Chan, he gave you a soft smile, eyes filled with of adoration. You smiled brightly at him before getting comfy and pulling out a book to read. Chan looked at his phone, noticing the time he saved all the progress and stood up. “Alright let’s get our kid to bed.” He said to Bin who stretched as he stood. You lightly tapped Han to wake him, stretched out your legs as he sat up looking dazed.

As Chan walked you back toward your apartments you felt like there was something he wanted to say. “Chan you’re being unusually quiet. Are you tired?” He shook his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. You tucked yourself against his body, his arm around you shoulders drawing a pattern on your arm. “Seeing you in my studio with Jisung all curled up on you just did something to me.” He said quietly. The rest of the walk to your apartment was quiet. When you got to your door you turned towards him, “did it bother you? I didn’t want to interrupt his sleep so I didn’t move him.” You said nervously. Chans eyes softened looking down at you, “not at all pretty, seeing the members comfortable around you, Ji curled up into you while sleeping. It just makes me like you so much more.” You smile, trailing your fingers down his arm to his hand. He interlocked your fingers, his other hand brushing strands of hair out of your face.

His forehead pressed to yours, “We were interrupted last time this happened.” You said softly looking up at him. Chan smiled, “I’ll never forgive the puppy for that. Can I-“ he started, “please.” You said before he could finish. His lips met yours and everything else seemed to fade into the background. His hands around your waist gently pulled you closer to him, pressing your bodies together. He pulled back, smiling, before adding a few more gentle quick kisses. You smiled into his lips, “I’ll see you soon pretty girl.” He said as he kisses you once more. You say your goodbyes, face still flushed and heart soaring. You unlock the door and watch him walk into the stair well. Shutting the door you hear a voice from the kitchen. “You’re home late doll.” You whip your head around and find Joong, Wooyoung and Mingi sitting at your table.

You set your stuff down and grabbed some water out of the fridge, “can I help you?” You asked. “Were with your your boyyyfriend?” Wooyoung asked grinning like the devil. “Woo, please I’m exhausted and have work tomorrow. Yall should be resting. Why are you here?” You angled your head towards their captain but he was glaring at you. “What?” You asked when you noticed his stare. “It’s 3am. Do you know how dangerous it is to be out this late.” Mingi whistled, standing up “alright let’s not start tonight please.” You set your water down, “I was perfectly safe with Chan thank you. But please lecture me on safety when you’re sitting in my apartment waiting on me like some psychopath.” You snapped. You walk over to your apartment door and throw it open. “It’s late. Go home.”

Hongjoong raised a brow, not used to you snapping back at him. “Spend some time with 3Racha and think you’re all big and bad? That nothing can hurt you?” He says as he stands. Jealousy and anger boiling over, clouding his judgement. Mingi puts his hand on Hongjongs shoulder trying to stop him from coming any closer to you Joong shakes him off, their captains anger evident on his face. “Joong-“ Wooyoung started. “Watch how fast Chan gets tired of you, and you’ll come crying back to us like you always do.” Hongjoong said as he walked to your door. “Alright enough!” Mingi said. Wooyoung at your side, a hands on your arm. “Get out. All of you get out now.” You said while shrugging off Woo. Hongjoong scoffed and strolled out the doorway.

You waited for the other two men to follow him but they stayed planted, “y/n” Mingi said voice laced with concern. You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. “I will talk to you both later. But please, please leave.” You said, voice cracking. “Oh bubs. We’re sorry. We just wanted to see you and got done early today.” Wooyoung said pulling you into his chest. Mingi stood behind you and ran his hands through your hair, “we missed you cupcake. We thought he did too. He seemed fine when we got here.” You sniffed, not letting the tears fall. “What happened then.” Wooyoung and Mingi looked at each other over your head. They knew their leader better than he thought. Wooyoung shook his head, then silently agreeing not the tell you. “I think he’s just worried. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.” Mingi said gently. “Funny way of showing it.” You snapped. “I’m going to bed. You can go with him or stay. Just lock the door either way.” You added while walking away from them and slamming your bedroom door shut.

“What is his problem?!” Mingi hissed walking down the stairwell toward their dorms. “Who knows but he can’t keep taking out his stress on Y/n. It’s not her fault.” Wooyoung answered. Mingi nodded, “not wanting her to date Chan doesn’t make sense to me. Chan Hyung is a good guy. Hongjoong was friends with him at one point.” Wooyoung opened the door into the night air, Hongjoong standing against the building, “you want to tell us why you said that to her. Yet again making her cry!” Joong wiped his head towards the door, “she’s crying?” He tried to rush past them but Mingi reached out and grabbed him, “you’ve done enough damage for the night, leave her alone.” His tone making Hongjoong flinch. Mingi let go of the older boy, “i don’t know what you have against Y/n dating Chan but you need to sort it out before you lose her completely.” He said as him and Wooyoung started to walk away. “I think I’m in love with her.” Hongjoong called after them. Both boys stopped in their tracks. “I don’t know what to do. But I can’t lose her.” Wooyoung dropped his head into his hands. Mingi turned around facing their captain. Tear stains going down his face, “please help me fix this.” His voice breaking as he pleaded with his two brothers.

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Hey, yall! I participated in @ecto-implosion this year, and I was paired with @avensartt -- here is the fantastic art she made that inspired this fic!

Puppeteer, Chapter 1

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warnings: just a panic attack for the first chapter

*

     Maddie flicked the Ectoradiation Radar on, watching the sensor boot up. The screen glowed a light green, harsh against the black grid. The brightest section of light centered on a point just left of center--that would be the ambient ectoplasm from the portal registering. A yellow spot flickered in the portal's place, as some of the fluctuations pinged significantly above average. 

     "Honey, do you want to head out for a patrol soon? We could use a test run on the Ectoradiation Radar," Maddie called to the other side of the lab, where Jack was maintenencing some of their weapons. "I want to make sure it's calibrated correctly, away from the portal interference."

     Jack started reassembling the weapon he was working on, slamming the pieces back into place.

     "Careful, Jack!"

     "I am!" he called back, snapping the barrel back into place. He grabbed one of the ectocharge magazines and slotted it into the weapon. "C'mon, let's hunt some spooks!"

     Maddie couldn't help but grin, clipping the Radar to her belt and starting to gather her usual weapons from the armory wall. "Don't forget to bring some extra magazines, dear."

*

     The baseline scale on the side of the Ectoradiation Radar inched down the further they got from the lab, the ambient ectoplasm dropping fairly quickly once they were away from the portal. The seatbelt dug into the shoulder of Maddie's jumpsuit as Jack took a turn too fast.

     "You added a range modifier to this, right, dear?"

     Jack shot her a grin that took his eyes off the road long enough for him to veer into the curb. "Of course, Mads! Slider on the right." He yanked the wheel to the left, overcorrecting a bit and making the GAV wobble.

     She felt along the side for the slider, watching the grid grow and shrink as she fiddled with it. "Okay, the readings are following with the scale change... take a right here, there's an area with a higher ectoradiation level I want to investigate."

     The GAV jolted, crossing one too many lanes of traffic to turn at the light. A car horn was just audible over the squealing of tires.

     "This looks like the way to the high school," Jack commented.

     Maddie glanced up from the Radar screen to scan the buildings around them. "I think that's where the higher readings are centered on--the scale looks right. I didn't think it was that large of a difference, though."

     "We should get some updated readings."

     "That could be useful." She glanced over her shoulder at the back of the GAV, past the back seat to where they kept the equipment. "Do we still have the other instruments? I want to get a cross reference to make sure the sensitivity's right on the Ectoradiation Radar"

     "Pretty sure!" Jack took another sharp corner, pealing into the virtually empty parking lot and slamming on the breaks. He barely paused to yank the gearshift to park before he threw himself out the driver's door. "C'mon, let's check it out!"

     Maddie scrambled to unbuckle her seatbelt and follow him, barely fighting back a grin from the excitement.

     She ducked under Jack's arm to get to the GAV's stash, fishing out the computer display for the Signature Sensor from one of the miscellaneous bins, plugging it into the readings equipment while Jack booted it up.

     Maddie handed the display over and twisted the settings dial on the Ectoradiation Radar, turning it from 'area' to 'local'. The grid disappeared in favor of a list of numbers, a flood of scales and measurements that brought a smile to Maddie's face. "Okay, what are you getting for ambient?"

     "Just under one rem per hour. Yours?"

     "Zero point nine four, and the estimated digit keeps varying between... two and five. Most of that is tied to a signature--a lot of that is signature. Are you picking anything up?"

     Jack frowned, sweeping the Sensor around a bit more. His eyes stayed trained on the display, searching for change. "Nope, no spooks."

     "Right, it must have been recent, then." Maddie hummed. "There have been a lot of sightings here, it could have raised the baseline. Should check the logs when we get back..."

     "Is it that much higher?" Jack leaned over her shoulder to glance at the Ectoradiation Radar's screen. "I don't think we measured type of ecto when we found Amity Park's standard, should we--"

    They both froze as the Signature Sensor's display computer beeped, eyes flicking to the screen.

    Jack let out a bark of laughter. "It's Phantom! C'mon Mads, let's go!"

*

     Jack was going at least double the local speed limit to keep their quarry in range, little flickers of a tail in the sky or readings on the Signature Sensor's display keeping them on path.

     "It's switching course--left, turn left!" Maddie shouted, leaning to try and follow Phantom's path. She braced herself before Jack threw the GAV to the side. It shuddered as the wheels slammed back into the asphalt, and they raced down the road.

     "Looks like it's leading up towards the woods, Mads!"

     They managed to keep on its tail up until town limits and the road veered away from the ghost's path. They'd have to go on foot to follow, with how dense the trees grew---no luck getting the GAV through there.

     They were out the second Jack parked, grabbing the most essential equipment before striking out.

     It was slow going, trying to trek through the underbrush after Phantom's ectosignature. It didn't take long for Phantom's ectosignature to travel out of range, leaving them to follow the general direction the ghost had been taking and hope they'd stumble on the path again.

     It was dim, the canopy blocking most of the evening light. Jack had the Signature Sensor at the ready, and Maddie kept the Ectoradiation Radar in hand just in case. They kept a brisk pace, doing their best to keep their direction consistent.

    They were maybe thirty minutes in before Maddie spotted a change on her screen, a little sliver of brighter green at the top of her screen. "Look, Jack, there's an area up ahead with more ectoradiation--we found something."

     "Let's go check it out," Jack cheered, diving back into the underbrush. Maddie followed his wake, letting him push aside bushes and trample the plants so she could keep an eye on the screen, watch that sliver of green get wider, grow brighter. The area baseline creeped up with every step, well past the readings they got around Casper High. If this was some sort of natural phenomenon, it was groundbreaking. Possibilities starting flipping through Maddie's mind. A large amount of microportals, maybe? Or an overlap of several haunts all coalescing into a cesspit of residual ectosignatures? Maybe even a place for assembling shades or blob ghosts, or some sort of old graveyard.

     "Mads, I'm getting a reading again. It's nearby."

     They shared a look. This could be their chance.

     Maddie clipped the Ectoradiation Radar to her tool belt and grabbed her recorder, the gentle click of it starting almost deafening in the still, darkening woods.

     "Recording 026B-03," Maddie whispered, reading off the label on the tape. "Research topic, where Phantom goes after a sighting. We have been following it through the forest for..." She glanced at her watch. "...seventy-four minutes. It seems that--"

     "Mads!" Jack hissed, barely quieting his voice. "The ectosignature's getting stronger--it's close."

     Right, game time.

     "Get ready." Maddie slipped the still-running recorder back into her belt, bringing a weapon to the ready. Jack followed suit, and they creeped forward,

     "There." Jack took a step forward, pushing some of the underbrush aside to get a better look. The glow was just barely visible under the sunlight filtering through the canopy, discoloring the foliage around it more than illuminating anything. It was fuzzy around the edges, insubstantial, like static forced into solidity. All black and white and bright vivid green that barely looked substantial. A messy, smoky impression of hair, a long, whispy tail, glowing white claws hooked under the arms of an unconsious teen.

     Phantom didn't seem to register their presence, too busy drifting through the underbrush, clutching at the boy he was carrying around. The grip looked secure, possessive, with how deep its claws were latched into his hoodie. The taste of static sat heavy on her tongue.

     Jack's face set with resolve, and he aimed the Fenton Bazooka right at it. "Put him down, ghost."

     Phantom's head snapped around to stare at them, neck twisting just too far to be natural. The only features on its face were the two green specks of light where eyes should have been. It pulled the teenager a little closer, claws catching on the seams on the shoulders of his hoodie, leaving little tears Maddie could just barely make out in the dying light.

     Maddie's grip tightened on her own weapon, and she moved a few steps to the left, just far enough that Phantom had to swivel his head to look between the two of them. "We're not going to let you hurt an innocent child."

     The ghost's face split open in mockery of a mouth, jagged with the impression of teeth, and let out a sound like nails against a chalkboard that made their audio filters hiss. It started to back up, grip not faltering.

     Maddie took a step forward, heard Jack follow suit. "We're not asking again, spook. Let him go." Her eyes flicked down to the unconscious teenager. The hoodie looked familiar.

     The barrel of her ectogun drifted as she tried to make out his face in the poor lighting. Was that... "Danny?"

     Phantom let out another squawk of grating static and Maddie couldn't help but flinch that time, weapon pulling back up to aim directly at its chest, but the space where the ghost--the ghost holding her son--had been was empty, the faint, sickly green light gone. Her eye's snapped to Jack, fumbling for the Sensor's display.

     She held her breath for a beat while he checked, but Jack just shook his head.

     Phantom was gone.

*

     Shit. Fuck.

He could hear himself trying to breath, like radio interference echoing through the empty observatory. He needed to switch back, before his--his parents managed to catch up, or track him down like they had in the woods. They had been right there, in the middle of--

     The world was getting fuzzy, turning to static around him. Danny could barely register his hoodie tearing even further as his claws dug into it, still unable to let go of his body. He couldn't still be ghost when--if his parents got here, holding his dead fucking body, but he could hardly think through the sheer panic of being so, so very close to his parents finding out.

     He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force himself back to human, but he couldn't get the change to take through his core screaming at him to hide, that he was in danger.

     Shit, what was he supposed to do if they stayed there and kept looking? They couldfind the graves, find--

     Danny let out a whine, high and shrill, and pulled his body closer, burying his face in his hair. He still needed to bury himself, he couldn't just... not go back there, he...

     He needed to find Sam and Tucker, or Jazz, just somebody. He scrambled for his body, grabbing his phone from the pocket of his jeans. His claws scrabbled against the screen, password failing a few times before he managed to hit the right buttons and unlock. The message to the group chat was riddled with so many typos it was almost unreadable, but his phone started to ring just a few beats later. 

     Tucker's voice came through the speaker the second he hit answer. "Hey, Danny, what happened?"

     Danny let out another wheeze of static, curling closer to his body.

     "You're still in ghost form? Um. Nothing for no, sound for yes, alright?"

     He tried to parrot the words back, but trying to force out the sounds just jumbled them together into nonsense. Sound. Yes. Good enough.

     "Alright--are you safe?"

     It was harder to swallow back the noises than it was to speak.

     "Can you get home?"

     He bit down on his nails to keep the static in.

    "Could you get to my or Sam's house?"

     Yes, yes--Danny let the burst of noise force itself out from behind his teeth.

     "Go to whichever is closer, I'll let Sam know--want me to stay on the call?"

     The staticy whine echoed through the observatory, and Danny tugged his body further into his chest.

     "Okay, I can do that."

[joongbin]

coffee. - c.bc

summary › bang chan meets the new barista at the cafe he always goes to, and maybe even has a new crush.

genre › fluff

warnings › the members catch on immediately, bang chan is WHIPPED for reader, reader is absolutely oblivious.

pairings › bang chan x male reader.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

Bang Chan threw his bag on to the sofa of his studio, sighing as he set up his equipment to work on a song. The other two would eventually come and help him set up the equipment. Jisung yawned, putting his stuff on the table.

“ channie, can you go get us some coffee? ” Jisung sat on the chair. Chan hummed, plugging in the last plug. Changbin wanted something, too. So he told Chan what he wanted.

“ so, Bin wants a frappe and Han wants a mocha? ” The two of them nodded and hummed. Chan said a small 'okay' before grabbing his wallet and took the elevator down. Chan decided to get something for himself too since he was going there anyways.

𑁍

Bang Chan opened the door to the cafe, the smell of freshly brewed coffee entered his nose, a faint smile slowly started to show up on his face. He walked up to the counter to see an unfamiliar face.

“ welcome, what would you like to order? ” you said. Your finger hovered over the registers screen, looking at Chan.

“ oh. Um. ” Chan stuttered on his words, his face getting hot. He took a deep breath before telling you 2RACHA's order, and then his. You nodded and registered his order in to the machine, and then told him the price.

Chan took out his wallet and paid the exact amount. You put the money in to the register and handed him the receipt, asking him to sit down somewhere. He took the receipt and sat somewhere close to the counter.

You began making the drinks, it was the usual stuff people ordered, albeit a bit difficult. Chan was .. well, looking at you make it. You made eye contact with him as you placed the first drink in to the plastic bag.

“ something wrong? ” you asked. Since your job was boring as hell, you might as well talk to the customers while your at it, right? New friends wouldn't hurt.

“ oh, nothing. Just, ah, I wanted to see how you make it. You're new here, right? ” You answered Chan's question with a hum, seemingly saying that he's right.

“ yeah, i am. Got here last week. How about you? Are you a regular here? ” You placed the second drink in to the plastic bag. Han's drink was next and you immediately began to make it.

“ oh, yeah! Sometimes I get free bread here for being one, from Eunha. ”

“ ah, Eunha. She tells me a lot about you, way too much honestly. ” You joking rolled your eyes. Chan chuckled, leaving a smile behind. You chuckled along, placing the mocha in to the plastic bag. While Chan was distracted talking about something, you grabbed a small paper bag and placed a bagel inside it, along with a note with your number on it. Talking to him was fun, and both of you had a mutual connection with Eunha. You hid it behind the drinks and handed it to him.

“ please come again. ” You smiled that literally could make this grown man giggle and kick his legs. He smiled back and took the plastic bag, before exiting the cafe.

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Chan went up the elevator of the building all smiles and giggles, looking as if he was crazy. He went to the studio, and placed the drinks on the table. Jisung and Changbin went over to the table and grabbed their drinks, Jisung noticed the bagel.

“ did you get food, Chan? ” He took out the bagel in confusion. Chan blinked for a few moments before shaking his head no.

“ I didn't. You can have it, though. ” Chan poked his straw through his drink, taking a sip of it before placing it down. Changbin took half of the bagel from Jisung.

“ oh? Hey, Chan! There's a piece of paper in here! ” Jisung took it out and made an o sound while chuckling.

“ hey Chan, it's someone's number ~ ooo ~ ” Changbin teased the older, chuckling. Chan took the paper from Jisung with a frustrated look before all of that disappeared and replaced with a smile.

“ so, who's the special someone, hm? ” Changbin shook Chan from the side.

“ noone. ” Partially true since he didn't know your name or anything at that! He put your number in to his phone and named your contact 'barista boy'. He sent you a quick hi before telling the two to go write lyrics and shoving his phone in his pocket.

You received the text from Chan, you replied back with a hi, sending a cute little cat sticker you always used before putting down your phone and serving the next customer.

𑁍

From that day on, you and Chan got to know each other better, and DID get to know each other's names. Bang Chan was usually teased by the members with his crush on you, but they know the two of you would make a cute pair.

Chan, on the other hand, was working on his behaviour around you. He was sometimes too shy to talk to you because he thought you were so handsome.

Chan also was torn by your personality, and how you were so quick to make his drinks. It made him absolutely swoon.

Minho would occasionally come to the cafe and tell you stories about Chan and how he keeps talking about you so much. Minho thought you would get the hint but he was so baffled at how oblivious you were to Chan's feelings towards you.

“ really? I never thought he liked me that much! ” You chuckled.

“ mhm, yeah. But- ”

“ Chan's such a great friend. ”

“ oh my fucking.. god. ” Minho muttered, sighing.

𑁍

“ Chan, come on. He's not gonna reject you. ” Jeongin patted his back. Chan sighed while looking in to the mirror.

“ but what if he does? I mean, there's a chance, y'know? And, and- ” Seungmin slapped him on the back, causing him to stop his self depracation.

“ hey, old man. He won't. M/N probably has feelings for you too, don't be so sad over something that hasn't even happened yet. ” Seungmin was so right. Chan nodded and took a deep breath. The two maknaes were so proud of Chan, as if their father was getting remarried after a horrible divorce.

Chan wasn't in anything fancy or anything, he just texted you to meet at the park and you complied, since it was the weekends and you didn't have any work.

He thanked Seungmin and Jeongin before heading out. Now, it was time to taste every single energy drink in Korea.

𑁍

Chan saw you sitting down on a bench at the park in a black and white outfit, your hair looked like you just got out of bed. You spotted Chan and waved to him. He walked over to you and sat down, sighing.

“ so, what'd you need me here for? ” You shut off your phone and placed it in to your pocket, looking at him.

“ .. well, listen. I've had these .. feelings for you for a long time now and- like in a romantic way. And I just wanna say that I like you. Like insanely like you. ” He rambled with a few stutters here and there.

You had to think about it for a moment. A few blinks here and there before you smiled. God, that quietness made him so nervous. He thought you thought he was fucking insane. You held his hands tightly before sighing.

“ hey, calm down. I like you too, for a long time, too. ” You chuckled. Chan got all smiley and happy, god he felt so different today. He was so happy.

You patted your new boyfriend lightly before kissing his cheek. Chan stopped his feet kicking and slowly started to feel his face burning.

“ did you just- wait- are you supposed to- ” He stuttered, his face absolutely red to the core. Little did he know, 2RACHA was just behind a tree, giggling.

“ we HAVE to tease Chan about this later. ”

“ oh my fucking god- yes. ”

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Even though he did get teased by the members for his stuttering over a little kiss on the cheek, he was so happy to be together with you. Everytime he thought about it, he thought about how lucky he was to have you.

Let's just say he gets free coffee sometimes, too.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

any comments or reposts are appreciated <3

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #50:

Songs of Love and Hate, Part 4:

Live at the Isle of Wight

It's not impressive that Leonard Cohen took the stage and utterly transfixed 600,000 people in August 1970. It's miraculous.

Consider the circumstances:

Most of the 600,000 audience members were downright furious when he was introduced. They'd been outdoors for four days straight at that point, living in increasing squalor. They needed a shower, warm food and a chill pill, not a brooding poet with complex songs who sings incredibly slowly.

Most of them had been barricaded out of the event from the get go; when Cohen showed up they were still actively trying to tear down the makeshift fences holding them out. Even so, they could see and hear everything from a distance and they'd booed every previous moment.

Indeed, the whole festival had been a train wreck of animosity and conflict. Cousin Kris was there and describes it all well: "It was a total disaster," Kristofferson recalled. "They just hated us. They hated everything. They booed us, Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez, Sly Stone; they threw shit at Jimi Hendrix. At the end of the night, they were tearing down the outer walls, setting fire to the concessions, burning their tents, shouting obscenities. Peace and love it was not."

Cohen was literally asleep moments before he performed. It was like three in the morning when the powers that be woke him up and told him it was time to rock. He went on stage mostly in his pajamas. He was older than everyone there, did not play electric guitar and had no dance moves whatsoever.

And yet, somehow, Cohen saved the event. It's incredibly moving to watch and I cannot recommend the film of his performance enough.

I wish I could just paste the whole right here. But YouTube and the world at this moment are Stephen Stills-level dumb.

So let's just use our imagination. Here's audio of him first taking the stage.

There's the point in Dylan's Judas concert where he starts up a monotone rant with no coherence; he's not even using real words while the audience boos and heckles him but then they can't help themselves at that point and they stop to listen - because they want to know what the Bobster's saying - and that's when Dylan wishes "they wouldn't clap so hard" which allows him to dive into the next song with a modicum of bemused peace in the room.

Dylan's an annoying but witty teenager in that moment; he solves the problem like one of my student who didn't do their homework but does have Dodger hot stove news to report.

Cohen's approach is the polar opposite. His speech is clear; his words are simple; his imagery rich. He stupifies everyone, then unifies them with a match-based image and task, then openly chides all 600,000 people, calling their movement "weak". He even repeats the point, in case any one missed it the first time. At that point any other performer on the planet would have needed 600,000 layers of chicken wire to protect them from 600,000 thrown beer bottles.

But Cohen's magic here is far superior to that of any circus. He smiles to the mass of humanity he's already transfixed and then sings, "like.... a..... bird...."

Again, the whole concert is amazing. You can repeatedly catch Kristofferson in the wings, freaking out with wonder and joy.

And so it's no wonder that when it came time for Cohen's third record, his forgotten and largely ignored genius of a producer, Bob Johnson - the guy behind Johnny Cash's prison records and Dylan's Blonde on Blonde, who jettisoned his work with both men in 1970 to dedicate himself entirely to Cohen and who plays keyboards in Leonard's band at this point - never once considered attempting a studio take of Let's Sing Another Song, Boys. The live version, which channels and rewrites Shakespeare's equally anti-Semitic and anti-anti-Semitic Merchant of Venice and which anchors Songs of Love and Hate, is perfectly performed, perfectly punk rock, perfectly passionate, perfectly illusive and is just perfect, perfect, perfect: