#there is “recommended reading” in the back instead

[tizeline]

Save youself, I'll hold them back by My Chemical Romance

I highly recommend listening to the song while reading the comic btw!!

BEHOLD MY MAGNUM OPUS! Bro this took more than 2 months, in part because I was really busy IRL during one of those months, but even then this was a pretty large project for me compared to what I've done before. BUT NOW I'M FINALLY DONE! 😭 Save yourself, I'll hold them back is just such a Leo-coded song, especially if you include the whole bad timeline, I just had to make something rottmnt-related with it. I actually envisioned this at first as an animation, but I lack both the skill and motivation to animate so it became a lyric comic instead lol.

[skiesuconn]

all the ways i stay

paige bueckers & azzi fudd യ notes: it took me a while to find satisfaction with this, but i’ve finally settled on it. i figured i’d jot something down quickly while i work on chapter 3 of the argent. fic. it’s still in the making, but trust me, it’ll be worth the wait. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy this quick blurb i had in mind. also, i highly recommend playing the song mentioned later on—it really brings the moment to life. happy reading, lovelies.

paige never thought she’d be sitting through a rom-com marathon with azzi, yet here they were, limbs tangled on the couch, a half-empty popcorn bowl wedged between them. the air smelled like butter and whatever candle azzi had burning—something warm, vanilla, a little too cozy for a night where paige had fully intended to roast every movie choice.

but azzi was taking this seriously. too seriously.

the notebook had been playing for all of five minutes, and already, azzi was watching like it was a high-stakes thriller, arms crossed, one perfectly manicured hand occasionally reaching up to twist a curl between her fingers. paige, meanwhile, was sprawled out, one socked foot nudging azzi’s thigh, head tipped back against the armrest like she was suffering.

“this is the dumbest shit i’ve ever seen,” paige muttered, watching ryan gosling pull off some grand romantic gesture. “like, imagine a guy hanging off a ferris wheel, threatening to let go unless you agree to a date. that’s not romance, that’s blackmail.”

“he’s being dramatic. it’s supposed to be sweet,” azzi countered, eyes still locked on the screen.

paige huffed a laugh, shifting so her shoulder knocked against azzi’s. “oh, so if i dangle off a balcony and demand you take me to chipotle, that’s sweet? good to know.”

“you wouldn’t last five seconds. your upper body strength is—” azzi let her gaze flick down to paige’s arms, the definition obvious even under her hoodie. she cleared her throat. “never mind.”

paige smirked. “oh no, finish that thought, princess.”

“no.”

paige, who lived for this kind of thing, propped herself up on one elbow, getting close enough that azzi’s perfume curled around her senses. she smelled expensive, like warm florals and a hint of something soft, maybe honey. she should be paying attention to the movie, but instead, she was studying the way azzi’s lashes brushed her cheek when she blinked, the exact shade of brown in her eyes. totally normal. not a problem at all.

“admit it,” paige drawled. “you just got distracted by the guns.”

“i hate you.”

“no you don’t.”

“i do. i hate you so much.” but azzi’s mouth twitched, and her hand, traitorous thing that it was, had found its way to paige’s wrist, fingers pressing absentmindedly into the skin there.

paige noticed, but didn’t comment. instead, she shifted again, nestling further into azzi’s space like she had every right to be there. “okay, but you have to admit this movie is trash. a seven-year breakup over a letter she never got? and then she gets engaged to some other dude just for funsies?”

“it’s about fate.”

“it’s about bad communication.”

“well, not everyone’s an oversharer like you.”

paige grinned. “first of all, rude. second of all, if you ever fell in love with me and wrote me letters for a year, i’d totally read them.”

“good to know,” azzi said dryly, but her fingers curled slightly around paige’s wrist, like she was holding on without thinking about it.

paige caught it this time. dragged her thumb over the inside of azzi’s wrist, slow, lazy. “you’re holding my hand, princess.”

“no, i’m not.”

paige laced their fingers together, making it undeniable. “yeah, you are.”

azzi let out a long, suffering sigh, but didn’t pull away. instead, she rested her head against paige’s shoulder, like it was easier than fighting whatever this was.

“shut up and watch the movie.”

paige smirked. “yes, ma’am.”

azzi groaned. “don’t call me that.”

“whatever you say, sweetheart.” paige turned her head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to azzi’s temple. it was casual, effortless, like second nature. azzi’s breath hitched, but she didn’t move. didn’t push paige away.

paige still thought the movie was ridiculous, but if it meant getting to sit like this, wrapped up in azzi’s space, maybe rom-coms weren’t so bad after all.

paige stretches out on the couch, head sinking into azzi’s lap like she owns the place. which, technically, she does. well—half of it, at least.

"story: five out of ten," paige announces, dragging a lazy hand through the air. "sure, it's the usual love story. boy meets girl, they fight, they make up, they cry… whatever."

azzi snorts, idly combing her fingers through paige's hair. "so poetic."

paige tilts her head up, grinning. "what can i say? i have a way with words."

"yeah," azzi deadpans. "like a drunk guy at karaoke."

paige gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. "wow. that was personal."

azzi hums, twisting a strand of blonde between her fingers before flicking it back into place. "well, i’d give it an eight."

paige jerks up like azzi just said something blasphemous. "eight? for that?"

"it's a classic." azzi shrugs, like that explains everything.

paige squints. "so is canned tuna, but you don't see me crying over it."

"maybe because you have the emotional depth of a teaspoon," azzi muses, lips twitching.

"okay, rude." paige flops back down, arms crossed. "also, i think we’re ignoring the real issue here. you, azzi fudd, are a rom-com crybaby."

"i am not."

paige smirks. "oh, really? then explain why you sobbed over that one scene in 10 Things I Hate About You last week?"

"because heath ledger was singing in the bleachers, and that’s a valid reason!"

paige hums, tapping her chin. "mm. i dunno. seems a little wimpy to me."

"i'm emotionally intelligent," azzi corrects, flicking paige’s forehead.

"mm. tomato, tomahto." paige closes her eyes, perfectly at peace, until—

"you know," azzi starts, voice all sweet and innocent, which immediately puts paige on edge, "when we're old, you’ll be the one looking for your eye contacts only to realize you’ve had glasses on this whole time."

paige's eyes snap open. "excuse me?"

"just saying." azzi grins, all dimples and mischief. "you give off that energy."

paige sits up, pretending to be offended. "i do not give off ‘losing my own glasses while they're on my face’ energy."

"you so do," azzi counters, biting back a laugh.

"i'm literally the most capable person you know."

azzi raises an eyebrow. "paige, last week you spent ten minutes looking for your phone while you were on a call."

paige squints. "…that proves nothing."

"and two days ago, you left your car keys in the fridge."

paige huffs. "that was one time."

"mm-hmm." azzi pats her cheek, eyes sparkling. "sure, babe."

paige flops back down, grumbling, but as azzi goes back to running her fingers through her hair, she lets the thought settle.

growing old with azzi.

being with her through all the ridiculous, mundane, beautiful little moments life throws their way.

paige isn't sentimental. not really. but the idea sticks, burrows into her chest in a way she can’t shake.

she smacks azzi’s thigh, lightly. "you're annoying."

azzi just laughs, warm and soft, and yeah—paige thinks—maybe she wouldn't mind losing her glasses if it means azzi’s the one to find them for her.

the room still smells like buttered popcorn and the faintest hint of azzi’s vanilla-scented lotion. the air’s a little stuffy from them being curled up on the couch for hours, so paige cracks a window while azzi smooths out the blankets, fluffing the pillows back into place.

"teamwork makes the dream work," paige announces, dramatically tossing a handful of snack bags into the trash like she’s steph curry sinking a three.

except—

clunk. one of them bounces off the rim and lands just outside the bin.

"except when you miss." azzi deadpans.

paige squints. "i meant to do that."

"mm-hmm." azzi picks up the stray bag, dropping it in as paige gathers up the cups. she takes a final glance around, making sure everything's set for the next movie marathon.

when she's satisfied, she turns to paige, a little smirk playing at her lips. "good job, partner."

paige barely has time to process before azzi leans in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to her lips. it’s barely a second, but it’s enough to make paige's brain short-circuit.

"oh." paige blinks, a slow grin creeping onto her face. "so i get kisses for cleaning? noted."

"don't push it." azzi nudges her toward the kitchen, but there’s no real bite to it.

paige busies herself grabbing the cupcake cups while azzi starts setting out ingredients. she fills a few with nuts—strictly for herself, since azzi's allergic and she’d rather not spend the night in the er. then she loads up the rest with fruit, especially kiwi, because azzi swears it tastes like happiness. she adds pineapple and strawberries too, then tosses in some dark chocolate and a generous amount of gummy bears.

azzi watches, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. "so… you’re just making a personal charcuterie board of sweets?"

paige shrugs. "some of us like variety."

azzi snorts. "some of us just like sugar."

"pot, meet kettle." paige gestures at the chocolate chips azzi’s been sneakily snacking on.

azzi flicks a marshmallow at her, and paige, never one to back down from a challenge, pops it into her mouth midair with a smug look.

"show-off," azzi mutters, but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to laugh.

they settle into a rhythm, prepping ingredients for the ultimate snack session. paige, of course, insists on making s’mores, because what’s a cozy night without them?

azzi leans against the counter, watching paige work, arms brushing every so often. the night is easy, familiar, filled with little moments like this—bickering over snacks, stolen kisses, the kind of comfortable chaos that only comes with knowing someone like the back of your hand.

and honestly? paige wouldn’t trade it for anything.

azzi pads over to the kitchen, where stewie is curled up in his usual spot, breathing slow and steady. he looks peaceful, like he doesn’t have a single thought in that fluffy little head of his.

she crouches down, rubbing his ears, voice soft. "he’s literally perfect."

"mhmm." paige barely glances up, focused on skewering a marshmallow.

"paige, look at him," azzi insists.

paige, still hunched over the stove, murmurs, "kinda busy making s’moresess right now."

azzi squints. "s’moresess?"

"shhh." paige waves a hand, half-heartedly. "it’s a process."

azzi shakes her head, muttering something about her girlfriend being a lost cause, and moves behind paige, arms slipping around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.

paige stiffens slightly but doesn’t stop what she’s doing—at least, not until azzi exhales slow and warm against the shell of her ear.

paige’s brain? fried.

her grip on the skewer slips, and the marshmallow nearly meets a fiery demise.

"azzi." her voice comes out a little strangled.

"what?" azzi hums, feigning innocence as she straightens up, leaving paige standing there like a malfunctioning robot.

"you—" paige exhales sharply through her nose. "you almost made me burn the s’more."

"tragedy," azzi deadpans, already moving toward the kettle.

paige glares, but it’s weak at best. instead, she focuses on plating everything while azzi makes herself a cup of tea and grabs some coconut water.

the dorm is spotless, the only sound the occasional clink of dishes and the low hum of the kettle. the candles caroline gifted azzi flicker gently, their scents—vanilla and lavender—mixing in the air, making the whole space feel warm, intimate.

it’s just them. no distractions.

azzi leans against the counter, stirring her tea, watching paige with something unreadable in her eyes.

paige, finally done, turns to face her, a cocky little grin playing at her lips. "so, did you come over here just to sabotage my s’mores, or…?"

azzi takes a slow sip of her tea, gaze steady. "maybe."

paige squints. "that’s evil."

"you love it."

paige sighs, defeated, but she can’t hide the way her smile softens just a little.

azzi kneels beside stewie, fingers ghosting over his soft fur, careful not to wake him. his little chest rises and falls in the slow rhythm of deep sleep, curled up on his uconn-themed dog bed—matching blanket and all. of course azzi had to go all out. paige swears this dog has more school spirit than half the team.

paige finishes up in the kitchen, setting the last plate down before making her way over, dropping onto the floor beside azzi. but while azzi’s watching stewie, paige is watching her.

azzi looks peaceful, more than she has in weeks. this semester drained the hell out of her—paige saw it firsthand, the late nights, the stress, the way azzi pushed herself through it all. and yet, right now, in this tiny little moment, she’s soft, calm, just existing.

paige leans back on her palms, studying her, a quiet sort of pride settling in her chest. that’s her girl. the girl she had all her firsts with.

and tonight? well, she’s about to have another first with her.

azzi really should stop making paige feel like her heart's a metronome—this can't be normal.

paige’s thoughts swirl for a second as she watches azzi, completely unaware of the storm brewing in paige’s head. “if Azzi asked me to climb a mountain right now, i'd probably do it just to see her smile. how much do I need to pay for her to stop being this cute?”

“this is why I’m not allowed near dogs,” paige thinks, watching stewie snooze. "one pet and suddenly I'm invested in a team of athletes who can't even talk."

azzi shifts, catching paige’s gaze. there’s that smile again—the kind that makes paige feel like the world stops for just a second. “Not that I mind,” she thinks, "but damn, this girl has me wrapped around her finger."

and honestly? paige is okay with it.

they’re talking about nothing and everything all at once, voices low, lazy, like the world outside doesn’t exist. sitting cross-legged on the floor, the snacks long forgotten, azzi’s hand moves in slow circles over stewie’s ear, careful not to wake him.

paige, propped up on one elbow, watches her with that look—soft, amused, completely gone. azzi catches it, and for a second, wonders if she needs to take notes because damn, paige's stare is next level.

azzi meets her gaze, smiles, something quiet passing between them.

paige leans in first, and azzi follows, her free hand slipping to paige’s side, fingers pressing just enough to ground them both. she smiles into the kiss before it deepens, slow and sure, like every time they kiss, it means something more. because it does. because it always does.

when they pull back, paige, still close enough that azzi can feel her breath, grins.

“hey az,” she murmurs, voice teasing. “remember that night a few years back when we slow danced on the porch and i stepped on your feet like… fifteen times?”

"of course i do, paige," azzi says, voice soft but sure. "that memory’s engraved in my brain."

she remembers everything—the exact date, the thick warmth of summer, the way the night unfolded like a scene straight out of one of her movies. “And honestly? The embarrassing foot stomping was just part of the charm,” she thinks. the way it led them here, to something that feels eerily similar to what’s about to unravel.

paige raises a brow. "woah, was i really that bad?"

azzi grins, playing with paige’s fingers absentmindedly. "kind of."

paige groans, leaning her head back dramatically. "well, i was nervous, okay? i was dancing with the girl of my dreams."

azzi snorts. "oh yeah?"

"yeah," paige says, eyes locked on hers now. "you were wearing your mom’s pearls that day. that dress i thought was pretty on you, though—let’s be real—all of them were. swear, you could wear a trash bag and i’d still go crazy." she shrugs, lips twitching. "doesn’t even matter what you wear. you are your outfit. if that makes sense."

azzi flushes, her smile growing. she tugs paige closer by her hoodie, pressing their lips together. paige grins into it, hands finding azzi’s waist as the kiss deepens.

when they break apart, azzi hums, eyes playful. "i think the romance movies really got to you, huh?"

paige scoffs. "hey, i’m not the one who wants to watch them."

"that’s true."

"but i wasn’t finished with my little speech, actually," paige adds, tilting her head.

azzi rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning. "oh? go on, then."

paige squeezes her fingers, something shifting in her expression—something softer, something certain. "wanna dance?"

azzi’s face lights up instantly. "right here? right now?"

paige nods. "right here. right now."

“Oh god, we’re doing this,” azzi thinks, trying not to grin like an absolute fool.

without hesitation, azzi takes her hand. paige, playing the gentleman, offers it with a dramatic flair, one hand behind her back like she’s in some old-timey movie. “Oh yeah, I’m totally swooning now,” azzi thinks, trying to keep her cool. azzi laughs, but she takes it.

they step into the open space in the kitchen, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge. the soft glow of candlelight flickers against the walls, filling the room with something unspoken. something warm. something that feels like them.

as they settle in, azzi tilts her head. "are we doing a silent slow dance, paige?"

paige blinks. "my bad." she pulls out her phone, scrolling for a second before pressing play. the soft, melancholic notes of my love mine all mine by mitski fill the air.

azzi raises a brow. "since when do you know this song?"

paige smirks. "since sarah put me on."

azzi laughs, shaking her head. as the first seconds of the song settle over them, paige—who’s just a little taller—takes azzi’s hands. azzi sighs, already knowing how this is going to go. "please don’t step on my feet."

paige grins. "can’t promise that."

azzi smiles, and they fall into place like they always do. her head finds paige’s shoulder, her hands finding her waist, and paige isn't forcing a thing. they just fit. like they were made to be here, in this moment, like this.

the song is calm, and so are they, just swaying together. the stillness, the trust, the years of knowing each other—it all settles between them like a quiet understanding. azzi closes her eyes, memorizing every movement, the way their breaths sync, the way their heartbeats seem to fall into rhythm.

paige looks down at her, eyes soft, full of something deeper than words. she presses a gentle kiss to azzi’s head and whispers, "i love you more than you’ll ever know."

azzi lifts her gaze, the candlelight flickering in her eyes. "i love you more than i ever thought i could love anybody."

paige swallows. their bodies are so close, and as the second verse starts, azzi wraps her arms around paige’s neck, resting her chin on her shoulder. her curls brush against paige’s face, tickling her cheek.

"you can put your feet on mine," paige murmurs. "i’ll lift you with ease."

azzi snorts. "you’re ridiculous."

"and yet, here you are, playing into it," paige teases.

but azzi does it, stepping onto paige’s feet, letting her take the lead. it’s ridiculous, yeah, but it’s them.

paige smiles, eyes slipping shut, and this time, azzi’s the one watching her. with nothing but love.

she presses a soft kiss to paige’s cheek, and paige’s lips curl into that cocky smile—the one that always makes azzi feel something she can't quite name.

the way paige’s whole face lights up just from being near her… that’s the kind of love scientists should be writing articles about.

as the song fades out, azzi’s fingers trace lazy circles on paige’s back. they haven’t moved, still molded into each other, warm from the dance, from the love they just shared. they were always meant for this moment.

"can we just stay like this forever?" azzi murmurs.

paige chuckles, looking down at her, at the soft smile on azzi’s face. "and who’s gonna break ankles if we do?"

"kamorea can handle that," azzi says, completely serious.

paige laughs, shaking her head. as azzi pulls her hands back, she really looks at paige. paige is holding her hands now, thumb brushing over her skin, absentmindedly tracing small circles—no, actually tracing azzi’s name on the back of her hand.

azzi bites her lip. "gotta say, you improved. you didn’t step on my foot once."

paige nods, all cocky. what azzi doesn’t know is that paige spent her free time watching dance tutorials. even asked tim—azzi’s father—for tips.

"thank you," paige smirks. "i’m a natural."

azzi scoffs. "sure."

"should we go back to the movies?" azzi asks.

paige stretches. "yeah, just gimme a sec. gotta use the bathroom."

"okay." azzi leans in, pressing a quick kiss to paige’s cheek before heading back to the room.

but paige doesn’t go to the bathroom. instead, she crouches by stewie’s bed, quietly filling his bowl with water, making sure he’s set for the night. she grabs a few dog treats and places them beside him, scratching behind his ear as she whispers—(keep in mind, it’s a dog):

"i’m gonna marry that pretty girl someday. i know you’re her #1, but i’m never gonna stop loving her."

stewie snores in response. paige grins, giving him one last pat before heading back.

when she walks in, azzi’s already curled up, waiting for her with a look of love and safety. paige jumps into bed, and azzi immediately rests her head on paige’s chest.

"let’s do frozen again," azzi mumbles.

paige laughs, pressing a kiss to azzi’s head. "i’m covering your eyes when olaf loses his head."

azzi gasps and smacks paige’s leg. "rude."

as the movie starts playing, the soft glow of the screen flickering against their faces, azzi reaches for a s’more, breaking off a piece for paige. she turns to her, eyes warm, lips curled into a soft smile.

“open,” she says, holding it up.

paige laughs, tilting her head back slightly, and obliges. azzi stuffs the piece in her mouth, giggling as paige tries to chew through the marshmallow, cracker, and chocolate all at once.

“i love you,” azzi murmurs, almost absentmindedly, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. because it is.

paige, still chewing, looks at her with the kind of softness that makes azzi’s heart ache in the best way. she swallows, then leans in, brushing her nose against azzi’s.

“i’m right here,” paige whispers, voice thick with certainty, “not going anywhere. always gonna take care of you.”

azzi blinks, the words settling deep in her chest, something warm and overwhelming blooming inside her. she presses closer, burying herself into paige’s arms, where everything feels right.

paige holds her like she’s never letting go.

[aziraphales-library]

hey dearest mods! this isn't a fic request or recommendation, but i just want to say THANK YOU. thank you thank you thank you THANK! YOU! for this blog. it's like ao3 but instead of being an archive for uhhh a lot of things its an archive for good omens fics. and. yeah duh i hear you think and whatever but really, taking a step back to really think abt it makes u realize how crazy impressive it is. you wonderful people are not just doing the entire fic reading part of the fandom a huuuuge favor (by finding specific or non specific fics and the tagging system and everything), i genuinely believe u are doing the internet itself a favor. storing, sorting, archiving this little corner of this little media. i'm rambling yeah but i'm truly in awe thank you so much mods i love u aziraphales library

It is a lot of work, I'm not going to lie, but I do bloody love doing it. So happy to have you all here for it! Thank you for the appreciation, nonny.

- Mod D

[satellite-evans]

lovesick

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando takes care of you when you're sick <3

Word count: 1.1k+ ( something cute and sweet)

Warnings: nothing but tooth aching fluff

A/N:

I have noticed that I always write how reader takes care of people so I decided to do the oppossite, hope you guys will like it!

Also, I think I am shadowbanned, so if you guys could please send me feedback and show some support, that would be really helpful and would mean so much to me xx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

You were curled up in bed, cocooned in a mountain of blankets, sniffling miserably as the sound of rain tapped against the window. Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, your throat burned, and every muscle in your body ached. Being sick was never fun, but it was even worse when Lando was supposed to be home for the weekend, and all your plans had gone out the window.

Lando peeked his head into the bedroom, a small frown on his face as he took in the sight of you buried under the covers.

“How’s my patient doing?” he asked gently, stepping into the room with a tray in his hands.

You eyed the tray warily, voice hoarse as you spoke. “Please tell me you didn’t make that.”

Lando scoffed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as he set the tray down on the nightstand. “Wow, the lack of faith in me is honestly offensive.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Lando.”

He let out a sheepish chuckle. “Alright, alright. No, I didn’t make it. I have no intention of killing you with my cooking.”

You sighed in relief. “Smart choice.”

“Hey, I could’ve at least tried.”

“Exactly. And that’s what I’m afraid of.”

Lando let out a playful huff as he settled onto the edge of the bed. “Not even a little credit?”

You gave him a weak smile. “Fine. Thank you for your excellent decision-making skills in ordering food instead of poisoning me.”

“Much better,” he said smugly, grabbing the spoon and stirring the soup. “Now, Nurse Norris is here to make sure you eat, drink, and get back to being my energetic, non-sick girlfriend.”

You chuckled weakly, your throat scratchy from the effort. “Nurse Norris?”

“Yep. On call 24/7,” he said with a wink. “Now, open up.”

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, letting him feed you a spoonful of warm broth. The heat was soothing against your sore throat, and you sighed contentedly.

“See?” he said smugly. “Taking care of you isn’t so bad, right?”

“I guess,” you admitted, swallowing another bite. “But if you start wearing a nurse’s outfit, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Lando gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I would rock that look.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t doubt that, honestly.”

He grinned, brushing a few strands of hair from your forehead. His touch was warm against your clammy skin, and you instinctively leaned into it. His expression softened. “You’re burning up,” he murmured, concern flashing in his blue eyes. “Did you take any medicine?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but it hasn’t really kicked in yet.”

Lando hummed thoughtfully before tucking the blankets around you a little tighter. “Alright, let’s get some more food in you, then. Maybe it’ll help.”

You stared at the bowl of soup he handed you, not feeling hungry but knowing you needed to eat. You took a small spoonful, but your mind kept drifting back to how everything had changed.

“This was supposed to be our weekend,” you murmured, your voice hoarse as you glanced up at him, a sad smile on your face. “I was so excited for it.”

Lando frowned, his brow furrowing as he noticed the change in your tone. He gently placed the spoon back into the bowl, his focus now entirely on you. “Hey, I know. I was looking forward to it too.”

“I know,” you said, your voice quieter. “It was the first time in so long we had the weekend off together. I planned everything—movie nights, dinner, maybe even a little walk in the park. All of it. And now… I’m stuck in bed, and you’re taking care of me.”

Lando’s expression softened with empathy as he sat down next to you, brushing his hand over your hair. “You didn’t plan this, babe. You didn’t want to get sick.”

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes closing as you leaned into his touch. “I know, but it just feels like bad timing. I’ve missed you so much, Lando. The last few weeks have been crazy, and I was really looking forward to this. Just us. And now... I’m ruining it.”

“You’re not ruining anything,” he said firmly, his voice gentle but insistent. “You’re sick. It happens. And you know what? We’ll make up for it. I promise. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, seeing nothing but care and reassurance in his blue eyes. He smiled softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “Plus, this way, I get to take care of you. That’s better than any of the other plans anyway.”

You sniffed, a sad smile tugging at your lips. “I just wanted to make the most of it. We don’t always get this much time together.”

“I know, I know,” Lando said, his thumb gently rubbing over the back of your hand. “I hate that this is happening when we had so many things we wanted to do. But we’ll have other weekends, I promise. And we’ll make them just as special.”

A tear slipped from the corner of your eye, and you quickly wiped it away, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’m being dramatic.”

Lando shook his head, his voice soft as he spoke. “No, it’s okay. It’s okay to feel disappointed. But you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here. And we’ll get through this weekend together, even if it’s not what we planned.”

You let out a small laugh, though it was tinged with sadness. “I guess this weekend is just me, you, and a mountain of blankets.”

“Exactly,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. “And some soup, and tea, and maybe some Netflix marathons.”

“Even though you hate Netflix?” You asked with a smirk.

“Even though I hate Netflix.”

You smiled at that, grateful for his efforts to make you feel better. “You really do know how to make the best of things, don’t you?”

Lando grinned, his eyes brightening. “What can I say? I’m an expert at turning around bad situations. And right now, all I care about is making sure you feel better.”

You leaned back into the pillows, your heart swelling with affection as he continued to fuss over you, making sure you were comfortable. Even though things hadn’t gone as planned, having Lando by your side, taking care of you, was all you really needed.

“Alright,” he said, adjusting the blankets around you again. “Let’s get some rest. I’ll stay right here and keep you company. We’ll make the best of this weekend, even if it’s just us hanging out in bed.”

You gave him a small, grateful smile, the sadness in your heart slowly melting away as you realized that even though things hadn’t gone according to plan, you still had each other. “Thanks, Lando. Really.”

He kissed your forehead softly, his voice low and sincere. “Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.”

[cutehoons02]

STORY

You had told him you’d stop by, and he – in a way he didn’t even want to admit to himself – had gone so far as to change his shift to be there. He had fixed his hair at least ten times in the reflection of the computer, carefully picked what to wear – no glasses this time, an oversized t-shirt, and dark jeans, trendy enough not to look too nerdy but with no sign of you anywhere. He had almost convinced himself you wouldn’t come when the sound of the doorbell made him snap his gaze up.

And there you were, soaking wet, your hoodie completely drenched on your head, the light t-shirt clinging to your body from the water, and the only item still somewhat intact and not fully soaked were your light denim shorts, which clung to your legs as if they were custom-made. However, the wet fabric of your shirt betrayed the secret hidden underneath: the pink bikini you were wearing beneath was perfectly visible, and Heeseung suddenly felt very, very hot.

But then, instead of complaining like most girls would have, you burst out laughing.

“Didn’t you hear the weather reports? The rainy season’s started,” Heeseung commented, crossing his arms over his chest as he desperately tried not to look at you too intently.

You shook the water off, still laughing. “I was a bit busy, actually,” you said with a cheerful, bold tone. “I was studying… or maybe I got too absorbed in those spicy books you recommended.”

Heeseung’s breath caught for a second. He looked at you, slightly shocked, but more than anything, amused.

“…So, you really read the spicier ones?”

You smiled, tilting your head to the side as you dropped the hoodie on the nearest chair. “Of course.”

Heeseung swallowed. There was something dangerous in the way you were looking at him, as if you were playing with him, enjoying seeing how far you could push him. And he wasn’t the type to be easily cornered.

He took a step closer, lowering his gaze slightly to you. “And tell me then… what was your favorite?” he asked, his voice lower, slower.

Your eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Mmh… hard to say,” you murmured, barely biting your lip. “But I think Twisted Love was the most… intense.”

Heeseung smiled, his more dangerous side starting to show. “Intense, huh?”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest in an involuntary gesture that almost drove him crazy – because the movement accentuated even more how the wet t-shirt clung to your body. He lowered his gaze, and you caught him in the act. With two fingers, you gently lifted his chin, making him look you in the eyes.

“My face is higher, Heeseung.”

He held his breath, holy shit, you were teasing him, and he swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair, trying to regain some control. “Do you need a dry t-shirt?”

“That would be nice of you,” you replied with a little smirk.

Heeseung sighed, shaking his head as he turned toward the back door. “Come with me, I’ve got one in the locker room.”

You followed him into the small room behind the counter, where the library supplies and employee lockers were stored. Heeseung opened his locker, pulling out a white basketball t-shirt with the number printed on the back.

“It’s the only one I have.”

You took it, looking at it for a moment before lifting your gaze to him. “It’s huge on me.”

Heeseung leaned his shoulder against the locker, crossing his arms. “Better that way.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

He wetted his lips, staring at you with that intense gaze of his. “Because at least it covers everything.”

He challenged you to say something, but you just shrugged, turning your back to him to change.

“Heeseung,” you called softly. He looked away. “Tell me.”

“It’s not that you have a pair of shorts as well, do you?”

He ran a hand over his face. Holy shit, he was screwed!

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[sparrow-in-the-field]

Alright, I waited to share my thoughts/criticisms on severance s2 because tbh for a bit I thought I just wouldn't, but I keep thinking about the show, so I might as well!

Typical disclaimer that this is all just my opinion. I know some people loved this season, and I know others are more like me and preferred s1. And both of those takes are okay! Either way, it's just a fun show to talk about!

Alright a couple links and then I'll jump in:

Here were my thoughts on s1. It's one of my favorite seasons of any show ever. I wrote that post right before s2 aired, when I was still young and naive and hopeful about the next season lol.

This post by failchild is a far better written and organized post that sums up my main criticisms as well. I reference it a few times in my thoughts and highly recommend reading it.

Discussion under the cut because it's gonna be a long one!

I managed to bucket my criticisms into four categories, with examples in each. Let's just jump in!

Too many new characters, too few consequences

I'm not sure it was even a show that needed new characters, yet we got so many this season! Imo, the heart of the show was always the four in MDR (see my s1 post). In addition to them as the main group, you had Cobel, Milchick. Devon and Ricken. Gemma/Ms. Casey, of course. Burt and Felicia. A substantial and valuable cast! Adding one or two new characters, sure, it's bound to happen, but with only 1-2 new ones, they could be fleshed out and worked in to the main story in a way that felt organic and like they were complex characters. Not a single character that was added this season felt that way to me. They fell flat, and ultimately barely made a mark in the story. For instance:

Drummond. Who is this man??? I'm sorry who is he?? Why did he start showing up with virtually no introduction? I think he and Helena might be siblings because he called Jame father but tbh with the weird cult stuff that could just be what they call their leader so idk for sure?? Why couldn't they have given him a proper introduction. One line. "Hey Helena your [half, full, who cares] brother is back from [literally any other implied Lumon site]." Or "Alright MDR, this is Drummond, Grainer's replacement for security." Like!! I know feeding exposition through dialogue is boring sometimes, but I sure can still benefit from it when it's a brand spanking new character! And then beyond that, what was his personality? Brooding, I guess. What was his job? To be antagonistic, I guess. The creator of the show has said that Drummond cares about Helena above everyone else, but I sure as hell didn't know that! They made eye contact sometimes, as people do. They said words to each other in a meeting, like twice. And I'm supposed to understand they care about each other on a deeper level, from that?? If you want to make claims about your characters, then you have to show me in the actual show instead of mentioning it retroactively. And then Drummond died. So none of it matters anyway. He was written in to be a brooding henchman and he died and that was it. No understanding of his motivations, his background, even really his role in the company or the family. And now he's dead so it doesn't even matter. Not to mention that Mark S. literally had no idea who he was when they fought. They'd never met before. To me, it made the fight feel less significant, and more violence for the sake of violence.

Ms Huang. I want to love Ms Huang, and I suppose in a way I do!! But I wanted to understand her, I wanted to know her. All I know is she is a child doing the same internship that Cobel did. Her presence I appreciated and could pick up on its significance without the show blatantly telling me (having a child manager is a shield for violence, Lumon has always and continues to use child labor, etc.). But what about Ms Huang herself?? What are her motivations, what is her background? Any question she was asked, she dismissed. And where is she now? Oh that's right. Sent away. I genuinely believe we'll never see her again, because her story was a dead end. She was a kid in an internship and it ended. What more would there be for her next season? So yes, the child worker was a "whoa" moment and it tells us something new about the company, but she's another new character who comes and goes with no actual consequence to the plot or main characters.

Dr. Maur. I hate this man. Who the fuck is this man. I get that someone had to be down there working on Gemma (I would have appreciated a nod to Cobel though, like she at least had some involvement since she sent Ms. Casey to the testing floor in s1) but this character felt less like a person and more like a nearly cartoonish villain. Just the creepy man doing creepy experiments. And then in the end? Mark and Gemma escape, get in the elevator before he can catch them. No real confrontation; he's not even in the room when Mark finds Gemma. idk if we'll see him again next season, but frankly if we don't, it won't make a difference.

Fields. I also hate this man. This was one of the new characters I was actually anticipating! I expected him to potentially be a very interesting and involved character! But nope. He's in one episode, is a real fucking freak, and then is gone. Doesn't matter. His character had zero consequences on the Burt/Irving plot, and I seriously doubt we'll ever see him again (good).

Lorne. Okay I do have a soft spot for Lorne, she is precious and good! But she only showed up when convenient. She talked to Mark and Helly/na when they showed up, and she saved Mark from Drummond. Last season there was a huge running theme about the departments coming together; Burt/Irving was about more than their romance, it was this idea of workers joining together. But Lorne only saved Mark because she just so happened to be there when he was in trouble (their departments never sought each other out again after their encounter). And then Mark leaves. And she...takes Emeile back to the other goats? I guess? Maybe we'll see her again, especially if the innies really are going to rise up in a more significant way. But who knows for sure.

A lack of consequences for everyone, actually

It's staggering, how little had actual consequences in this season. So much that happened either in s1 or started to happen in s2 just... didn't matter. For instance:

Reintegration. Everyone's talked about this already so I'll keep it short. But it felt so exciting that Mark was reintegrating so early, and that first shot on him on the table at the end of ep3 got me so hyped!! Only for nothing to happen. By the finale, even the way Mark is talking about it sounds like he's not actually done it (wild that after "flooding the chip" he's still acting right as rein [able to get into physical fights in fact] and having no issues, meanwhile Petey was out here fighting for his life just to take a damn shower). It felt like Mark could have just been considering reintegration and nothing would have been different in the plot. "But we needed it for Gemma's episode!" Except we didn't? Nothing about that ep felt like reintegration as we've seen it. He honest to god could have just stared wistfully at a photo of his wife and they could have jumped into flashbacks that way.

Helena's YouTuber ass apology video and general lack of outside world response. This ties into the whole world feeling a lot smaller this season that failchild talked about, but it's really frustrating that the s1 finale essentially ended up having zero consequences. I feel like with as many people as were shown in s1 to protest severance or hate Lumon, at least some people in the outside world would be calling bullshit on Helena's excuse for what Helly said at the party. But what? She made the video and everyone was like "oh okay" and dropped it? I'm not saying this had to be a huge plot point, but like, idk. At least show me some protestors outside the property! Have the news on in the background, have Helena mention being annoyed at journalists asking her more questions! Just any acknowledgement that what Helly did at least made ripples, because that finale felt so huge when it came out. And the way the s2 treated it, essentially nothing was accomplished from an honestly incredible thing that Helly managed to pull off.

Milchick. Again, I think people have already talked about this a lot, so I'll keep it short, but. I so greatly wanted to learn more about Milchick this season. I wanted to know his backstory, his motivations, his dreams, anything. He had a bigger part this season, so I was hoping to see some form of character development, whether for the good or bad, I didn't care! Just something changing within him. But despite everything he faced, nothing changed? I guess he told Drummond to eat shit (which again, a weird lack of consequences he faced for that), but then was like "whelp, back to doing what I always do!" I guess I just went into this season wanting to understand Milchick more, and I still don't. He had the same outcome as s1, still essentially a henchmen trying to control innies. Except this time we got to see people be racist towards him. ...cool.

Ricken's storyline. Not much to say here other than Ricken played such an interesting role in s1, with his book inspiring the innies. They started to go somewhere with that but got bored I guess?? Anyway, hope him and Eleanor are doing okay lol.

The board???? So. What happened to the board. Remember when everyone reported to the board? When every vital decision seemed up to the board? When Cobel used to speak to them through Natalie. When, hell, in this very season, Mark plugged in that speaker and that's how he got his friends back!! Why did the board just like, completely disappear by the end of the show? The board wasn't in the back half of the season at all, let alone in the finale!! Supposedly the most important day in Lumon's history, and the board just?? isn't there?? Isn't even mentioned. I have no idea why they dropped this concept. There for awhile it was one of the more fun mysteries of the show, and now it's like it hardly even existed.

The core group is gone: Irv, my beloved, I'm so sorry

Again, this has been talked about a lot already, but just. Man I'm ngl sometimes I now get emotional over s1 clips because look how much those four used to mean to each other!! They were a family!! And now that's all gone and it's like the characters don't even care?

Irv. By far the biggest disappointment in this season for me personally was Irv's story. It's almost hard for me to talk about because it bothered me so much. You had an incredible character, with an amazing actor, and you said "eh. Send him away." And then everyone just went with it?? I thought for sure they were going to raise hell to bring him back; they'd do the work as four or they wouldn't do it at all!! But no, they just...had a weird funeral. And moved on. I really thought what Irv did for Helly was the set up, the first half, of a full circle moment for the two of them. Imagine how emotionally fulfilling their reunion would be?? Imagine how much it would have developed their relationship! It would have been so cool. But no, Irv is just gone, and honestly nearly forgotten in a way that feels almost like an insult to s1 imo.

Dylan also was very much in his own world this season and I can't decide if it's in character? Like yeah him getting to see Gretchen was huge and I get that, but just. Idk, he loved his MDR family too, so much so that he stayed behind for them in s1!! He was always involved, he always wanted to be involved!! But then Milchick, who he hated by the end of last season, says "hey buddy maybe stay quiet" and he just does?? Idk man, felt a little convenient.

And then Mark and Helly were just. Idk man I'm not making this about ships. I liked when they kissed in s1; it felt authentic. But then this season they ramped it up to 100 and I just. Sorry. It felt so fast to me. It felt like they disregarded everything around them for the sake of themselves and that doesn't feel reflective of the characters I knew in s1?

The Lumon (and Cold Harbor) of it all

Other people have talked about this too, but there were some questionable choices in my opinion about Mark's sudden over-importance to Lumon, and also Lumon at large felt less coherent to me this season.

Why does everyone have to be in on the conspiracy? I'm mostly talking about Burt here. Why was he was Lumon cronie? I really thought that Outie Burt and Irv's story would have been an interesting character-based story, about this premise of loving someone but them being with someone else. Maybe a tale as old as time for some, but I think through the lens of two older queer men, and with the innie versus outie dynamic, it could have been a really refreshing story? It didn't need to be about Lumon. Not everything in s1 was directly about Lumon (Mark's relationship with Devon and Ricken, Mark dating Alexa, his attempts to talk to Petey's daughter, etc.). The only spy was Cobel and it made sense given her job within Lumon. But Burt?? Mr. Fine Arts degree Burt?? Was also the hit driver during his off hours?? The Burt/Irv storyline could have gone about a thousand different directions, and that was just... not the one I wanted, frankly. And tbh with how little screen time it got and how abruptly it ended, I seriously wonder how dedicated to the storyline the writers were either.

Cold Harbor's sudden urgency. Failchild's post covers the flaws of Mark as suddenly the most important guy really well, so I won't get to into that exactly, but from the very first mention of Cold Harbor, I had my hackles up. Before, a huge theme of the show was MDR just doing the mysterious work. There were quarters to meet, but no ultimate goal or end point. Then in s2, all of the sudden everything is urgent, everything is superlative. This Has to get Done. It is the Most Important Thing Ever. If it happens, Gemma will Die and Mark/all of MDR will be Fired and will therefore also Die (which the internal logic of that from both a science and business perspective... sighs I won't get into it). Maybe this is a weird take, but I didn't need the Ms. Casey/Gemma story to have urgency; I didn't need her life to be on the line for me to want her out of there!! It just felt so jarring to go from s1 of "they're all doing this weird work that has existed for at least a few years with several different people who came and went from the team" to "all of this is for Mark and Gemma and that is all that matters for the entirety of Lumon, and after today it will all be Complete and Done Forever". Like...what?

Additionally, in s1, Petey's map says "people live down here". There's this fear that people, plural, don't get to have outies. Yet when we finally see Gemma in s2, she's alone in this gigantic hallway maze. There are 25 rooms all for her and her alone! Again, suddenly in s2 She is The One. The rest of the MDR files are?? Fake?? There... aren't multiple people trapped down there?? Lumon's whole success rests on her and Mark's shoulders alone?? IF IT ONLY WORKS WITH MARK AND GEMMA HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TURN IT INTO SOMETHING USEABLE FOR LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE??? Sorry, I got carried away...my point is, in s1 it felt like a different story. It felt like MDR would care because Ms. Casey was one of them and she potentially represented a greater, darker world of permanent innies. But that was completely forgotten in s2.

Another contradicting detail was the marching band. Don't get me wrong, it was fun watching Tillman lead a band, but...why is there a severed marching band? It just doesn't align with the original theme of the severed floor, which was about keeping innies separate and departments small, for doing mysterious and important work. What possible other roles could a marching band have fulfilled on the severed floor?

Possibly my favorite point that failchild brought up was the way s2 dropped the corporate satire theme from the show, when that was originally what made it such a refreshing concept. I think my points in this section all nod to that at their core. The cult-y Kier stuff was fun as undertones in s1, but it taking over has made it harder to understand (or take seriously tbh) Lumon's actual power and goals as a corporation at large.

In conclusion

Okay that was a lot of criticisms! lol whoops. Tbh I think the writers had a huge challenge to accomplish after s1; it's a tough premise that had set at a ridiculously high standard in s1. And I think them getting to do this season at all, after 3 years, was so exciting and fun to watch! I wish things had gone differently, but hey, that's just how watching TV goes sometimes. I'll still stick around for s3--who knows how that'll go! (Please bring Irv back, please make Gemma a main character, please do something new with Milchick).

If there's something I didn't touch on in this that you'd like my opinion on, or want me to elaborate on something I did say, feel free to send me an ask! I genuinely like talking about this show even if it accidentally came off as haterism lol.

[fuck-customers]

Woman asked the name of the book I was reading and before I could even process that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea I tell her and she’s like “thanks my daughter likes reading” and I have this horrible dread overtake me and I’m too far in to back out. I’m further in the book now and dear god, what have I done? Coming up with excuses now in case this woman barges in and yells at a manager that I recommended something like that for her daughter so my ass won’t get immediately fired. Hoping she googles the book instead of just buying it for the girl 😭

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[anticidic]

what about a horror cafe au where, instead of operating during the day, the cafe is open from 7pm - 4am down a desolate alley in Shinjuku, but the people who know recommend it for good eats and drinks when you want to get away from the loud music of basement clubs and the crowds bumping into you

Dazai's heard of the cafe in passing, and the staff are a bit odd, but he's used to maid cafes, butler cafes, and other themed restaurants, so he doesn't really blink when this extremely pale redhead with piercing blue eyes comes to serve him. Dazai sees the nametag read, Chuuya, and he quips that he likes Chuuya's getup — Chuuya's in a nice button-down with slacks, but it's almost 8pm and he's also wearing a hat and...sunglasses? or tinted glasses of some sort. the sun's just about setting, and the lights are soft and low in the cafe, so Dazai just thinks him eccentric. if anything, Chuuya could use some sun

Dazai asks for recommendations because he's never been there before, and Chuuya starts off with saying that their ingredients are all fresh, locally-sourced, and made in-house. he recommends a Bloody Mary for a drink to go with the grilled chicken panini Dazai was eyeing, and Dazai goes with it. he wasn't really in the mood for drinking that night, but he could use some loosening up because he's getting too in his head about the strange staff, how cold it is when it's almost winter, and the knowing smile with the twinkle in the eyes Chuuya gave him when he asked about those ingredients

the ketchup bottle on the table seems expired. it's coming out thick, in clots, and Dazai decides he doesn't want any on his panini. as he's eating, he overhears Chuuya in the back talking to someone else, excitement in their voices that they finally have a customer again

[hazza3000]

Ride of a lifetime

[you can find part one here, it doesn’t have to be read first but I’d recommend it]

Spencer doesn't realise that I know his ploy by now, how he loves when I get possessive, how he loves winding me up. He gets jealous quite easily due to his insecurities and I'd never fault him for that, but he manages to always find a way for me to prove that he's mine, that I'm his.

Anderson was in the wrong and I'd do anything for my boy, I would, in front of everyone else no one would've known that I was angry, that I knew his strategy by now. I know that he grinds my gears deliberately, I know that he loves the reaction, I know that he loves proving my loyalty, my protection, proving that it belongs to him and him alone and he’s never had this from anyone else. This sense of security and he’s not about to give it up for anything, he’d sooner die.

Spencer is clingy, that's another factor after everything with Anderson he doesn't leave my side wherever I'm sat he sits. I’m currently trying to finish my work, so he decides to sit on my desk doing his own paperwork, making sure at least one body part of his is touching mine. I begin to realise the depth of is possession when I stand to go to the bathroom and kiss his forehead letting him know I’ll be back in a minute.

Spencer looks up his eyes wide and puppy like, shaking his head and grabbing my hand begging me not to go. He continues shaking his head as he stands, like the thought of being away from me for only five minutes is unbearable. He can’t cope without my presence being there, grounding him.

But it’s not the grounding he wants; he wants to be owned possessed to be made to feel like there’s no one who can come between us. He felt the tension rising and he knows that I did too, so he doesn’t understand why they haven’t gone off like usual, why they haven’t sated there needs.

"I don't wanna—" Spencer begins refusing to be left on his own, he doesn’t understand why he has to, he’s gone to the bathroom with me before.

"Spence, it's just the bathroom" I warn but still Spencer refuses grabbing my hand and coming with me, he's being a brat, and he knows it.

I let him think he's won allowing him to follow me to the bathroom, letting him think that I’ve given in, that I’m going to pull him in and sate the urges that have risen inside us both, but I refuse. I’m not going to give in this time, I won’t let him get what he wants so when Spencer turns to me looking excited, I close the bathroom door, do my business and leave only to wash my hands. 

The disappointment on his face was palpable, he’s not getting his own way, and he’s not used to that. I always do what he wants, I mean he knows that I’m in charge, but I can never say no to him he doesn’t understand why this time it’s so different.

"But—" Spencer attempts to complain shocked, having expected something anything.

"But what? I told you I needed the bathroom" I say raising and eyebrow, but Spencer doesn't say anything just shaking his head and continuing to follow me.

He begins to realise that I'm annoyed, but he can't bring himself to stop, in fact the worry about me leaving just builds with this thought. Normally, when I go over to Derek to speak about sports he’d stay with Garcia and talk about Doctor Who but not this time, no, he can’t let me walk away. 

So, he follows he doesn’t try to make conversation with Derek or even say hi, in fact he refuses to interact with at all, instead he spends the time sat there leaning into me and holding my hand. Derek looks over at me raising an eyebrow questioningly, but I shrug him off allowing Spencer to sit quietly playing with my fingers as he waits to go home, and Derek is smart enough to know that this has something to do with earlier, so he doesn’t say anything.

Spencer knows that he’s clingy, he knows that he’s a lot, but he just doesn’t want me to leave. The thought of being left alone forever is unbearable, before he didn’t mind because he didn’t realise how good he could’ve been having it. The stability that he’s never had before, so he waits, he waits impatiently until the car ride home, by then he just can’t stop himself, he can’t take it anymore.

"Baby please, I'm sorry" Spencer whines, sitting in the passenger seat as I drive as always, he’s the passenger princess, 

"Why are you sorry, Spence?" I ask trying my best to sound nonchalant, as I shrug off his hand causing him to let out a louder whine.

"I-I just wanted him to know that your mine, that I'm yours’ I didn't—" Spencer whimpers out not being able to take the silent treatment.

The silent treatment that he made up in his head because although I’m talking to him, I’m not giving in like he wants. Yes, he could ask but he never has to, it’s always a given after that. I mean I’ve allowed him to follow me around all day, I may not have reacted to what he was doing but I didn’t push him away.

He sat with Derek and I even though I knew he wasn’t interested in the conversation, he never wants to interact with people after something like that, he doesn’t like them on a good day, so he only likes talking with me. But I wasn’t giving him what he wants, no reaction, nothing and it’s breaking him, he can’t take this, just like I know he can’t.

"I'm not mad at you, Spence, I am yours and you are mine" I state continuing to drive but Spencer just frowns.

"But you haven't, you’re not—" Spencer struggles to finish his sentence.

Normally he would be sat in the car half passed out from pleasure, he’d be stimming perfectly in his own head, holding my hand as he struggles to stay awake. Not this time though, after this interaction he’s stuck fully conscious being able to think about everything, he doesn’t like that, he just wants his thoughts to be filled of me and me only, well they are but not in the way it usually goes.

Usually, he’d be deep in subspace, and they'd get home and after care would follow. They'd cuddle or continue depending on the mood, but he hasn't had any of that, all he's got was being allowed to be close, no touching, no voyeurism, nothing, not even a proper kiss. Instead, he had all the control to sit where he wanted, not being told where to go, he doesn’t like it.

"I haven't what?" I ask continuing to drive, but this time giving him a little hint of something not wanting to be too cruel, so I place my hand on his thigh.

A little sigh falls from Spencer’s lips at the contact, but it isn’t enough, the hand to close to his knee instead of where he desperately needs it. He doesn’t like this game anymore; in fact, he didn’t like it to begin with and spencer finally breaks.

"Touch me, touch me properly, please I was good, I've been good" Spencer stammers over his words begging for her hand to move higher, begging for anything that he can get.

"Where you good? Did you enjoy me getting angry? Getting possessive over what's mine" I ask slowly inching my hand up higher.

Spencer lets out a loud whine not being able to piece together that I caught on too his little game, instead he’s too focused on bucking his hips into the air desperate for some friction, for anything. His legs are trembling in anticipation, hands clenching at his sides as he keeps begging, begging for more, for everything.

"Yes, yes! I’m sorry, so sorry, you looked so good protecting me, yours, yeah mine" Spencer babbles not making any sense as he begins getting more worked up and when my hand finally reaches over his clothed erection he practically screams in ecstasy.

He puts on a full display for every passerby, his control flying out the window, not like he had much to begin with. He thrusts his hips into the air, frustrated that his seatbelt is restricting him but knowing he’d be scolded if he removes it and he can’t risk that, not when he’s this close to getting what he’s wanted. 

His whimpers only get louder when my perfectly manicured hand is finally placed where he wants it to be, no needs it to be. Tears begin collecting in his lashes, desperation grappling at his throat, he needs it, he needs it so bad and he’s so close. Screw Anderson, he’s ruined everything Spencer has never hated a man more in his life, thinking that he could have his girl, it’s wrong, it’s sickening.  

Air gets trapped in my lungs as I watch the spectacle appear in front of me knowing that I need to find us a lay-by and quick because Spencer’s not going to make it home and I’m not gonna risk hurting him. The red light illuminates his features, his Adams apple bobbing as his throat constricts whimpering and begging for something, anything he doesn’t care as long as it’s from me.

"I've been good, I waited like a good boy, I did" Spencer begs, he begs so prettily as his leg’s spasm his whole-body trembling in anticipation.

"You’re so pretty for me baby" I coo glancing over at him slightly as my hand finally begins unbuttoning his trousers slipping beneath his boxers as I trace my nail over his head.

The praise washes over him like cold water, knowing that she’s not angry knowing that she’s going to look after him. His trembles pick up as he slowly slips further out of his head, any thoughts he had previously fly out of his mind left with only her. She’s like gasoline to a fire and he’s not complaining.

"Please, please mommy please" Spencer begs, the want burning so deep that he struggles to stay conscious.

He’s a mess, tears streaming down his face, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying but he knows she’ll understand she always does. His body tenses in expectation, hope filling him that he’ll finally get what he wants, he thrusts up unable to stop himself as precum fill my hand. 

Lips quivering as he bites them, he’s getting what he wants and when my hand fully wraps around his erection he shouts loud, not caring that other people may hear him, that the cars can see him, he’s hers, she’ll protect him. I mean, you can’t blame him, he’s finally got her touch, and he’ll do anything as long as she doesn’t stop.

His girlfriend, no one else’s his, he gets to feel her hands as he bucks into them, only he can feel this type of ecstasy. Spencer’s in heaven, he can’t even form words, the only way he can communicate is by grabbing her wrist, he’s not worried about the speed knowing that she will know what he deserves but he needs to feel her. He lets her take control, he doesn’t get to decide not this, and he doesn’t want too.

"Good boy, Spence, you’re okay" I reassure him as he continues to create an obscene picture.

Tear tracks on his cheeks, cheeks which are flushed a bright red just like his cock which he has somehow pushed out of his boxers, meaning anyone can see my hand moving up and down. His lips shake as teeth marks adorn his bottom lip but he’s making no real effort to be quiet, I know that he doesn’t care, not when I’m here. He knows that he’s safe, protected.

"Can I- can I" Spencer speaks through broken breath's attempting to get his words out but failing miserably as I pull into a lay-by.

He wants to cum, but he won’t, not until he’s allowed because that isn’t his choice. The clenching in his stomach is unbearable and he doesn’t think he can hold out much longer, but he waits, he’ll wait for as long as he has to and when it begins to become painful, he hears it.

"Cum for me, Spence" the second those words fall from my lips he cums.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as a loud moan falls from his parted lips, he didn’t notice that I was waiting until I could watch him. He didn’t even hear the car engine stop, but he couldn’t care less if this was happening in the middle of the office, he just continues to buck his hips until he’s done, until white streaks cover my hand and wrist.

"Thank you, mommy" Spencer thanks exhausted struggling to speak.

He attempts to move forwards but fails to, not having the cognitive power to realise he’s wearing a seatbelt, Emily was right IQ of 180 slashed to one. I wipe my hand on his tummy, and he doesn’t even realise, I flick his seatbelt off allowing him to forward letting out a little sigh as his head rests on my thighs.

I know that he needs the touch, and from his pleased little sighs he’s getting exactly what he needs. I run my fingers through his sweat, damp, hair as he nuzzles closer a relieved breath escaping him but when I begin tucking him back into his pants he begins whining in protest. Choosing to ignore him for the greater good I pull up his trousers trying my best to contain the sticky mess but it’s not like I have anything to clean it, he’ll just have to wait until I get home so I can run him a bath.

"Your turn?" Spencer asks peering up at me through tired lashes, his head moving further up his lips parting.

Finally feeling some of his cognitive abilities come back to him, he’s desperate wanting to give back for everything that he’s received. He may even be able to get another orgasm out of it as he loves eating pussy, well, my pussy he had never done it previously.

"Not today baby" I say with a shake of my head.

A whine falls from Spencer’s lips as he moves to try and change my mind, his movements are sluggish as he moves his mouth closer. He doesn’t even think before leaning close to my jeans sucking the front to prove he’s willing, but what he doesn’t realise that it just shows me how fucked he is, as he doesn’t even think about the germs gathered on my outdoor clothing.

"Baby" I attempt to stop him moving my hand to his hair.

"Why? I've been good, please mommy" Spencer begs so prettily his face hovering closer wondering if I'd notice if he just pulled my jeans down anyway.

Spencer's favourite thing in the world is giving head, he loves it, the tase, the noises, the praise, the control that it gives me, the act itself, everything and he’s desperate to please. Spencer's a dedicated munch and he doesn't get denied that often because I love it just as much as him.

"You've been a very good boy, but we need to get home baby" I say, he whines again but doesn't complain not wanting to be in trouble.

My words seem to register something in his brain as he begins to slowly look around realising that we're out in the open in some random lay-by. He nods slightly in agreement and doesn't complain as I move him to a seating position and putting on his seatbelt, yeah, being in their home does sound good.

He whines when my touch leaves him but waits impatiently for my hand to be available and when it is he grips onto it tightly. With the sound of the car engine and the grip he has on my hand his eyes slowly begin to close allowing him to fall into a whistles sleep. He isn’t scared anymore, he’s not worried about how I feel because he knows now.

I'm his and he's mine and that’s all that matters.

A/N — couldn’t resist, had to add a part two, aha! send any requests if you have any ideas for a new fic!

[e-louise-bates]

I will admit that it never occurred to me that I would need to check the history book that claimed to be scholarly to see if it used references and footnotes, because how could a book be a scholarly work on history without such things, BUT NOW I KNOW BETTER.

[unrealisticsunovabish]

I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not-

[toscrollperchancetomeme]

I must not fear the bad take.

Fearing the bad take is the mind-killer.

Fearing the bad take is the little death that brings total obliteration.

I will face the bad take.

I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the bad take has gone there will be nothing. Only my media literacy will remain.

[queer-reader-07]

i love seeing normal people recommend books/movies/shows because they're just like "i enjoyed this! i think you'd enjoy it."

meanwhile when i recommend books/movies/shows i'm like "here is a fragment of my soul. here is one of the many threads that weaves me together. here is something i will love with every fiber of my being until those fibers come undone at the end of my life. hope you like it too!"

[sarcasticgaypotato]

This cat has a PhD

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Fanart for Panthera by @idrewacow

I cannot recommend this fic enough, it is an absolute delight so far. It's a classic, traditionally lighthearted fanfiction trope being handled dead serious and it's everything I didn't know I needed. It doesn't hesitate to dig its claws (haha) into visceral discomfort for our lead, but it still has moments that made me laugh out loud. Can't wait to see what happens next!

[inactiveshrine]

gonna be real bud if your fic relies so heavily on intense triggering themes and shock value that you're averse to putting warnings on it to "maintain surprise" and "avoid spoilers", then you act like you did nothing wrong when people are upset that you didn't make any effort to turn them away and allow them to protect themselves, while also telling them it's their fault that they read something that upset them when they could have never known it contained specific things that will upset them, i think you are a tar pit

[andthemoonwalks]

AOUGH the the dynamic between everything I've ever let go of has claw marks in it and the person I am is just pieces of the people I have known