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“Are You Okay?”

Sam Kiszka × Reader NSFW 18+

Author's Note:

I have no idea what l'm doing or what possessed me to write this... That's partially a lie- There's no Sam Fics out there, and this is compiled of some requests l've had/Requests l've seen on other blogs. This is loosely inspired by Daisy Jones & The Six (The Amazon series, not the book, the book was better though hehe), Basically when Camilla was seeking out attention during a rough patch with Billy. I'm Layla, let me know what ya think, or don't. Just be nice! Sorry if there's typos, this took me hours to write on 2 separate nights, l'm not an amazing writer, just out here trying new things!

Summary:

Sammy's girlfriend (Y/N) is under the impression he is cheating on her and not only gets drunk to mask her feelings, but seeks comfort in Jake... Yup, it's messy, folks. Also, there's sex, read the warnings!

WARNINGS:

Angst, Topics of Cheating, Arguing W/ a S.O., NSFW, Sex, Spit Kink (this is a common request on Sammy blogs, if you're not into it, close your eyes or keep it pushing! my page is a no judge zone!), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up, or don't, it’s not my business… prob wrap it up though.)

Word Count: 7,149

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I was looking out the window of the plane that was taking me to God knows where. All I knew was that I was on my way to the love of my life.

Sam’s been on tour for a few months, and honestly, I’ve been starting to feel a distance. I’m assuming it’s more on my end, I’m working a high stress job while trying to make my art my main one. Sam’s understanding of it and I think it’s time I show him just how much I appreciate that of him.

As the plane is landing, I start to write out a text to Jake, who’s going through a major rough patch with his girlfriend. Sam mentioned they were on a break, but I won’t pry, I just want to tell him to let Sam know that I’ll be at the hotel in about an hour…

“Hey! Could you let Sam know I decided on taking an uber? I think his phone’s dead, I’ll be at the hotel in an hour!”

“I haven’t seen him since last night, but I’m sure I’ll run into him, be careful, sweet girl…♥️”

Sweet girl… Jake’s nickname for me since we first met… He always said I was too sweet for Sam.

As I gathered my bags from baggage claim and made my way outside to my Uber, I started thinking about how Jake mentioned he hasn’t seen Sam since last night… I never think about Sam’s whereabouts, I know most girls would be itching to know what their traveling, rockstar boyfriend was up to, but he’s never given me an inkling of a feeling that the rumors about guys on the road and his past were true. And I was far too busy career wise to think into those thoughts.

But I’d be lying if I said the reason I was tapping my foot in the backseat of this Uber wasn’t because I was starting to believe it.

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I got the keycard from concierge and made my way to Sam’s room. For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking that the distance I’ve noticed wasn’t just me, and maybe he wasn’t as trustworthy as I thought…

I shook away my thoughts while the elevator chimed it’s arrival on his floor. I walked out, luggage trailing behind me, and anxiously speed walking to his door. Suddenly I was picturing the scene behind that door. A Penny Lane wannabe enthralled with him between the sheets, while he tells her I’m the last thing on his mind. What was wrong with me? I knocked on it, holding my breath.

I heard rustling behind the door, and feet lazily lugging themselves across the floor. It swung open, and there he was.

“Hey,” He pulled me in for a half hug, out of breath, hair a mess. He smelled like the floor of a dive bar.

“Hi, baby” I entered the room, it was in decent condition considering he’s been here for at least two nights.

“Room looks clean…” I huffed as I released my bag from my hand in the small walkway.

Sam looked around, yawning a bit while running his hand through his tendrils.

“Yeah, I guess- Haven’t really slept in here.”

I tried to ignore the pit in my stomach, telling myself not to read into it as I kicked my shoes off.

“Crashed at Danny’s or something?” I asked, trying to remind myself that he has 3 other rooms to end up in if he pleases…

I tried to look for his eyes as he sat on the foot of the bed. He looked guilty. This wasn’t in my head anymore. Suddenly my extremities went cold.

“Sam?” I said, firmer than usual. My chest was rising and falling at this point.

“What?” He practically spat at me. He looked at me like he’d been found out. His eyes blinking with a dullness behind them that felt inhuman.

“Sam… Where were you last night?”

“Y/N…” He held his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

“Sam. Answer me.” I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes.

“Y/N, I was at Danny’s, okay?” He stood up now with his arms open in defense.

“Look, I’m hung over, I really don’t want to be questioned by my girlfriend right now.” He walked past me to make it to the bathroom. As I turned to watch him slam the door.

Sam was the most attentive man in my life. Never leaving me when I’m upset, always letting me cry it out to him and absorbing every word I had to say.

Instead, he started the shower.

A few tears made their way out as I unpacked my outfit for tonight, feeling stupid as I pulled out each piece that I was so excited to wear for him. A cream colored, see through, lace dress with a slit up the leg, dark brown cowboy boots and a dark brown slip to wear underneath it.

I continued laying everything out when I saw something peeking out from underneath the duvet. Assuming it was one of Sam’s shirts, I pulled it, with the intention of folding it and placing it to the side. Except it wasn’t his shirt. It was distinctively a woman’s blouse. Orange chiffon, staring back at me. I stared back at it in my hands for a second. Hoping it would disappear from my hands and maybe I would wake up from a dream. Suddenly, I had no tears, my throat was too dry to speak.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and I shoved the damned piece of fabric into my luggage. His eyes were softer now.

“Love,” he called out softly.

I nodded, eye’s fixated on his. He walked towards me, he took my waist into his hands and pulled me close to him.

He brought one hand to the valley between my jaw and neck, resting his thumb on my cheek.

“Y/N, I love you, I just had a rough night. I’m so happy you’re here, I’m sorry okay?” He looked me dead in my eyes, and something about that made my stomach turn. He’s lying to me, while looking into my eyes.

“Okay.” Was all I could manage. I felt a sense of serenity, or extreme numbness. He looked puzzled, looking for the rest of what I could say on my face.

“You love me, right?” Sam said, matching the hand that was on my waist to the one on my face.

“Of course,” I smiled, insincerely. “I have to shower now.” I motioned my head towards the bathroom door.

He leaned into kiss me, I moved my head slightly to where he could only kiss the corner of my mouth.

“I feel gross from the plane, sorry.” I said acting like everything was fine. He nodded and let me go.

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After my shower, I immediately started getting ready. It was all so robotic.

Sam knocked on the door to let me know he’d be going to the venue for soundcheck, which he’d been late for. I put my hairdryer on to drown him out mid speech. I heard the hotel door shut, and my phone lit up on the counter.

“Baby doll I left for soundcheck, I don’t know if you heard me♥️ See me before the show like you do?”

I “thumbs’d up” his text and continued my hair and makeup.

While doing my makeup, I suddenly felt thirsty. I opted for every alcoholic nip in the mini fridge.

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I finished getting ready and Ubered to the venue. I drunkenly vowed to myself that Sam will not make a fool out of me. If he was going to realize what I was being short about, it will be on MY terms. Not his, and most certainly not on my emotion’s terms. The alcohol has numbed every emotion, and I was thanking the heavens for that.

While I got into the building and was escorted backstage, all I could think about was another drink.

Entering the green room, I made a beeline for the bar cart while everyone mingled and were making the last touches to their outfits. Danny, Sam and Josh were gathered around the tour manager while Jake was off to the side, looking rather uninterested.

I poured myself a drink and sent my happy-fake smiles to the tour crew as they passed by, cheerful to see me. As I sipped my concoction of liquor, I began to feel disgusted with them too, knowing they could smile at me while they probably know of Sam’s girl on the side and smiled the same way at her.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I turned around, I was met with the soulful eyes I so dearly loved. It was Jake. Who reeked of rum. It broke my heart that we were drinking for similar reasons.

“Hey, my sweet girl!” He pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me extra tight and letting his hand linger on the small of my back as he positioned himself to the side of me. A classic Kiszka hug. The kind of hug that makes girls wonder if it’s flirtatious but it’s really just their loving nature.

I beamed for the first time all day. Jake and I were the kind of close where we didn’t need to speak all the time to keep the friendship alive. We often found ourselves on late nights after shows talking about everything while everyone was off to sleep. As I look into his eyes, I’m realizing he might know me more than Sam does.

In my drunken state, I didn’t realize my smile faded till his eyebrow became crooked.

“Are you okay?” Was all he said, my extremities went cold once more like they did earlier.

“I-“ I felt an arm snake around my waist and someone kiss my cheek from behind. I knew who it was.

“Baby doll, come with me before I go on, talk to Jake later” Sam said, all too normal.

I smiled weakly at Jake and he gave me a concerned look. He must’ve made eye contact with Sam because his concerned look quickly became a forced, tight lipped smile. And with that, he caught up with the rest of everyone, who waved at me, unaware of the situation at hand.

Sam led me down a dark walk way, the route that takes them to the stage. The opening act was on and I could feel the bass in my chest.

We stopped walking and Sam pulled me in for a kiss. I barely kissed back, uninterested in his lips on mine… Knowing they were on God knows who’s the night earlier.

“Y/N, kiss me,” He said running his hands up my sides then to my neck, pulling me in again.

“Sam, I’m not in the mood.” I slurred.

“Y/N, I told you I’m sorry for before. I still am.”

His eyes were looking through me at this point.

“Sam, this isn’t about you, okay? Really, it’s okay!” I amazed myself with how natural it was to pretend that I didn’t find another woman’s article of clothing in his hotel room. I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. He began to melt into me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I faintly heard the opener end their set, they would be getting off on the opposite side of the stage so I wasn’t worried about stopping him. Even if I didn’t want to kiss him right now, a part of me wanted to make him think I was okay before his show.

“I love you so much-“ He said in between kisses. I kept thinking of him talking like this to another woman. It made me sick. I pulled away. Staring at him plainly. His eyes were dull with lust and confusion.

The boys started walking towards us, getting ready to go on stage. I turn to them and smile.

“Good luck tonight,” I blew them a kiss and smiled while they said their thanks and blew kisses back. Jake watched me intently as I started to walk backstage, not daring to turn around and look at Sam.

“Hey,” Jake grabbed my hand.

I turn back to him and look for his eyes, that are fixated on my hand, and work up to my face.

“Sweet girl’s on my side tonight, yeah?” He winked with a grin. His thumb rubbed my hand, all of this making me blush. This gesture was more comforting than flirting.

“Of course.” I said, bashfully.

Jake smiled once more, and I looked back towards Sam. His face was stone cold at the interaction.

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The concert was amazing as always. Jake made it a point to wink in my direction and blow me a few kisses during their set, all of which Sam saw.

I was still, naturally, upset. Drinking as much as I could, stumbling in the crowd a bit. I was trying to blend in with the stands but of course some of the fans recognized me, I’m embarrassed to admit I was probably too incoherent to hold any sort of conversation with them.

We were now at an after party backstage, celebrating the tour or something, I could barely tell in my inebriated state.

Sam was on his phone, frantically typing and trying to stay focused on the conversations around him. I assumed that was her on the other end of the text screen. He put his arm around me while Danny and their roadie went on about an equipment mishap. Before Sam could reply to the phone vibrating in his pocket, I turned to glance at the tour crew & opening band dancing in the middle of the room. Jake was on the other side of the dancing bunch and caught eyes with me.

“I’m gonna dance-“ I said while breaking free of Sam, who said something in return but I couldn’t hear him over the music. I walked through the moving bodies and put my hand out to Jake, who took a good swig of his drink and slammed the glass on the table beside him. He took my hand and pulled me into what felt like the music itself engulfing me. We danced, innocently. Singing the lyrics to each other as we swapped dancing partners and laughing gleefully like little kids. I felt someone grab my wrist.

“Gonna save a dance for me, right, little girl?” Sam husked into my ear.

Feeling incredibly prideful and cocky, I danced with him, and as he leaned into me, I moved my mouth to his ear.

“Tell that little slut to get her cheap shirt before tour’s over.” I said in a tone only he could hear. Sam’s grip on me loosened.

“Y/N,” His face was pale, and his feet were suddenly glued to the floor. I kept dancing.

He reached his arms out for me when I started dancing too far from him and he pulled himself into me.

“You’re not going to make a fool out of me, Sam. I’ll play stupid for everyone around us right now, but trust that I won’t let you continue this. I’m not going to be the other woman in my own relationship.” I said still quietly but snidely.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Sam said as he tried to pull me out of all the dancing, swiftly and without causing suspicion.

“Good idea, I need air.” I said, walking towards the tunnel that lead to the parking lot.

“Even better, I’ll come with.” He said following behind.

“No, stay! Please, enjoy yourself!” I said in a tone where he knew I was sarcastic but people around us would assume I was genuine if they overheard us.

Jake came up between us and put an arm out to distance Sam.

“I’ll go with her, don’t worry!” I couldn’t tell if Jake realized what was happening or if he really thought he was just helping ease Sam by following his drunk girlfriend who needed to get air in a sketchy parking lot.

Either way, I locked arms with him and smiled.

“Thaaaank you! Enjoy yourself, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes started to get glassy. Those around us would probably assume it was from weed or the alcohol, but he was on the verge of tears. His face was hard, stoic as he watched his brother whisk me away.

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We made it outside. Surprisingly no one was around, just the empty trailers, cars, and tour buses.

I started running to the middle of the lot & began spinning with my arms stretched out, basking in the cool air. I heard footsteps coming towards me, increasing speed.

Jake ran up to bear hug me, I yelped.

“You’re too drunk to go exploring, let’s go closer to the building, Y/N!” he laughed as he pulled me towards the brick wall. I tried to protest but I was too weak and he was too strong.

We reached the wall and I turned to him. There was that concerned expression again. It made me shiver.

Jake started to take off his jacket, he laid it gently on my shoulders.

“Better?” He asked. I’m assuming he thought my slight shiver was from being cold, considering my outfit choice, but the truth is that my blood is boiling from anger and alcohol, I can’t feel a thing.

I nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Are you okay? And answer me this time. You drank like a sailor, and you don’t do that.” He waited for me to respond. Suddenly I was too scared to speak again, like my voice wasn’t going to be strong enough to carry these feelings into solid words.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

I teared up, flicking away the single tear that dropped on my cheek. I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling it out of my face, taking a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” I said, knowing he wouldn’t believe me.

“You know I know that isn’t true.” He said, leaning closer to my face. I smelled the dark rum on his breath.

“How do you know that?” I said sarcastically as a few more tears left my eyes. He got closer.

“You know things are pretty much over in my relationship… I know the signs.” Jake’s lips stayed parted and his eyes focused on my mouth.

I steadied my back against the wall, backing away. He moved closer again.

“How long has it been going on?” I asked him, scared to hear the answer.

“Hm?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“Sam and some girl…” I said quietly.

“What gir-… Wait, he’s sleeping with her?” With that, the tears flowed more. He pulled me into him and left he sob.

“Let it out, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I can’t believe he did this to you. None of us wanted her around but he said he was just trying to help.”

He was rubbing my back, and suddenly, I was not only devastated, but curious. Who was this girl and why was he trying to help her?

I brought my head up to ask these circling questions and Jake looked at me with his tender eyes.

In this moment I felt like Jake was looking at me in a way that only women he’s been to bed with have experienced. I felt frozen, I was nervous that I was so low I’d dig myself deeper, even when I wouldn’t want to stoop to Sam’s level. I looked down, avoiding Jake’s eyes.

“I’d never do that- to you,” Jake said, letting out an awkward and breathy laugh, an attempt to lighten the meaning of his words.

I nodded, still looking down. This can’t be happening right now. I started thinking about how Jake would taste on my lips… His rum mixed with my liquor… I physically shook my head to attempt to metaphorically shake these thoughts in my head.

Jake’s single finger lifted my chin to look into his eyes. His other arm lifted, planting his hand on the wall.

“Wanna get out of here?” Was all he said.

Like clockwork, my phone started vibrating. Text after text, and the night was too quiet to ignore it. Jake waited for an answer, trying not to look down where my phone was located, inside the calf of my boot.

My face was plain, not able to answer him. Saved by the bell, his phone in his jacket pocket started ringing, I reached for it and saw Sam’s contact photo. I handed it to Jake, an attempt to make him get his finger off my chin.

He sighed, then muted it and put it into his back pocket. My phone continued to vibrate. Jake looked into my eyes once more. It felt like he was trying to subconsciously communicate that he could take me away from it all, and take care of me, even if it was for the night.

“Jake,” was all I could let out before he leaned his face, inches from mine.

“You’re my sweet girl, you know that?” He said looking at my lips. I’m not sure why, but I nodded, looking up at him.

“I love him though. No matter what.” My eyes watery.

“I know, I’d never ask you to change what’s in your nature,” He paused. Taking my hand into his. He brought it to his mouth, giving my knuckles a light kiss, staring into my eyes as he did this. “It just breaks my heart that you’re so loyal to someone who was entertaining someone else, even if it’s my baby brother.”

Suddenly, the curiosity was getting the best of me. Who was this girl?

“Jake, just tell me who she is.” I took my hand out of his and rested both hands on his chest. Practically pleading and trying to change the subject away from his earlier question. Surprisingly, he let me.

“You know that ex girl of Sam’s? James’ girlfriend’s best friend?” He adjusted his jacket that was falling off my shoulder.

James was one of the openers who has opened for the guys every couple of legs of their tour. His girlfriend introduced Sam to his ex girlfriend, they dated for awhile. I was told through the grapevine that she would get into Sam’s head, make him choose between her and his tasks for the band… When he finally left her, he knew he would see her again on tour, but always made it a point to let me know that it wouldn’t be by his choice. She’d be there with James’ girlfriend and he didn’t really have much to say to her, so he would just avoid her.

My stomach was in knots. Thinking of him with her again. Someone he was so badly hurt by is who he chose to break my trust with. It’d hurt less if it were someone new. I lightly sobbed, moving my hands from Jake’s chest to around his neck. Hugging him tightly, he held me.

“Jake, how could he?” I looked up, trying to find the answers for Sam’s infidelity on his older brother’s face. He gave me the kind of look that told me he didn’t know what to say.

I sniffled, trying to collect myself. I thought about Jake’s previous offer. Getting out of here… with him. As we looked at each other, I knew that he knew what was going through my head. Us, going wherever he had in mind, and losing ourselves in each other.

If anyone saw us, they would think they were interrupting, and maybe they would be, but I wouldn’t dare move till he did.

“Let me take care of you.” He said, each word laced with lust, his hands were underneath the jacket he leant me, and on my waist.

I let out air through my nose, furrowing my eyebrows and frowning my lips. In a way that said “We can’t do this, I still love him.” without saying it.

We must’ve been lost in this moment because I didn’t hear the footsteps coming from the entrance of the tunnel that led to the parking lot. Until I did.

Jake and I both turned our heads to see one of the tour bus drivers. He awkwardly smiled at us and went to start the bus.

We let out a sigh of relief, knowing that if anyone else saw us, or God forbid Sam, we would be dead.

“Now or never.” He said, pulling my face to look at his. I quickly nodded in response.

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We made it back to the hotel after a silent ride. As we walked through the lobby and made it into the elevator, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Jake held my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I felt him looking at me watch the floor numbers ding on the monitor. I turned to him and smiled lazily. He smiled back, and kissed me on the cheek. He lingered there for a bit before moving to my ear.

“I’m going to make it better.” He whispered.

I felt a pool begin between my legs. It felt so wrong. My boyfriend’s brother, making me feel like this. But Sam was wrong too. I hated him as much as I hated myself in this moment. But I was so detached from reality. So drunk, so lost, and so hurt. The doors opened.

We walked out, walking past Sam’s room. My eyes followed it as if he was going to come running out of it. Jake opened his hotel door, the one conveniently next to Sam’s, softly saying my name, and pulling me into the room. He closed the door behind me.

I felt him behind me as I entered more of the room, knowing I was entering the biggest mistake of my life and my body couldn’t turn off autopilot. He came up behind me, holding me. He kissed my shoulder and rubbed my stomach. I let out a sigh, I hate to admit it, but I was turned on at the thought of what he was going to do to me.

Even though my body was vibrating, my chest was aching, and a few tears escaped. He spun me around, anticipating what would be our first kiss, but he was met with my eyes, full of tears. His face was surprisingly comforting. He pulled me in for a hug. The kind of hug he always gave me.

“We won’t.” He said, as I fell apart beneath him. He kissed my forehead and held me close. I let out wailing cries, mourning what was once Sam and I, and what I almost allowed to happen. I was sick with myself as much as I was with him. I was trembling, and my throat felt raw from the noises escaping it.

A string of words kept flowing from me, “Jake what did I do? I’m horrible! I lost my best friend, I love him, how could he do this to me? I love him, Jake, I love him!”

He lead me to the bed since I began falling to the floor in his arms. He shushed me, rubbing my back.

“You didn’t do anything, I did this. Sam’s at fault, I’m at fault. Not you.” He said firmly.

I weeped. Picturing what almost happened and what transpired with Sam and his ex in the next room the night before.

“Y/N, I am miserable right now. I almost took advantage of your vulnerability because I lost the love of my life. I betrayed my brother, don’t blame yourself right now. Please. I will make this better.” The last sentence was said in a new tone than it was in the elevator.

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I woke up to knocking on the door. The room was pitch black, my face was damp, and my throat was sore.

The knocking turned into banging.

“JAKE, LET ME THE FUCK IN. YOU PIECE OF SHIT, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR.” The banging persisted, and the voice was familiar. It was Sam.

My body was frozen, I felt Jake rustle beside me.

“Stay here.” He said, making his way through the dark, turning on a lamp on his way to the banging door.

I sat up, and looked at my phone on the nightstand, I tapped it to see any notifications. My phone was completely blown up from Sam and even a few texts and calls from Danny.

“Please answer Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Hey”

“Y/N, Sam is trying to call you, he’s going crazy right now, he’s not telling anyone anything. What happened? Are you with Jake? He’s trying his phone too. Just let me know if you’re okay.”

Jake opened the door, and Sam busted through, immediately attacking Jake.

“YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?” Sam yelled as he threw a punch at Jake, who was dodging his fists, telling him to calm down.

“YOU LET YOUR RELATIONSHIP FALL APART SO YOU TAKE MY GIRLFRIEND? DID YOU FUCK HER? THE FUCKING TOUR BUS DRIVER TOLD ME HE SAW YOU WITH HER.” He pushed Jake up against the wall. Sam hasn’t even looked towards the bed, where I was.

Sam had Jake by the collar of his shirt, I was frozen.

“Sam.” His name escaped my lips, raspy.

He turned around. Eyes blood shot, hair a mess. He let out a breathy, sarcastic laugh. He turned to Jake and raised his fist, aiming for his face. Jake, again, dodged his brothers fist, and finally used his strength to throw Sam to the floor.

“JAKE!” I screamed, finally being able to jump up. Jake looked at me while Sam struggled beneath him, cursing at him. Jake gave Sam a firm gaze, holding him down.

“YOU FUCKED HER? YOU FUCKING TOUCHED HER?” Sam yelled.

“I could’ve but I didn’t. Because I fucking love you, and I love her. And YEAH, I am miserable right now, I wanted to take her from you because of it, but what the fuck is your excuse?” He spat through his teeth. Sam writhed underneath him.

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON Y/N, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER,” Sam yelled “Y/N, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.” Jake let Sam go. He stood up in front of me.

“I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t even hug (her name), PLEASE believe me, listen to me, LOOK AT ME.” He said, tearfully, shaking me by my sides as I struggled to keep eye contact.

I finally caved. I nodded in return. Waiting for him to continue. Jake gave me a kind smile, and patted Sam’s shoulder. He told us he’d be in Josh’s room if he needed us, and left.

Sam led me to sit on the foot of the bed. He held my hands and continued to speak.

“She was on tour, like I said she would be. She told me that one of our roadies and her had a fling after her and I split two years ago. She said she wasn’t expecting to see him again and it was hard to avoid him because he was working close with James’ team.” He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to let him continue. I nodded.

“She said she was scared of what he would do if they were alone because he threatened her, I told her she could hang around us. I have no say in who’s fired, I tried to relay it to our tour manager but he said that the roadie was one of his best employees and wasn’t dropping him this far into tour because of something that can’t be proven. I was stupid. It was a way in. Last night she said he said something about knowing which room she was staying in…”

Again, I nodded. He hasn’t broke eye contact, or tried to retrace his story… He was telling the truth, and I let him continue just that.

“I didn’t want to deal with her, believe this. But our tour manager was being a dick, I know she’s not the talent and doesn’t have needs in their eyes, but I felt obligated to help. I told her to come to my room, stay there the night, and I’d go to Dannys… She came to my room, and immediately, I knew something was up, Y/N. She started asking about you, and how serious we were. I asked her what her intentions were. She joked to get me back. I told her to get out, but she wouldn’t. She insisted that the story about her and this roadie was still true, and she wanted me to protect her. I left her in my room, and I slept in our photographers room. I knew that if I slept in Danny’s, she wouldn’t end this till she got in. And as for her shirt, one of mine was missing from my suitcase, I assumed she took one of mine to sleep in and left hers for me to find. And baby, I’m so sorry that you found it. That’s awful.” He put his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him.

“You don’t have to believe me, I know this sounds like a load of bullshit. But please, ask anyone. Anyone you want. They’ll tell you what impression I fell under.” His eyes pleaded with mine. Even though it was hard to give into him after this entire day, my gut was telling me that he was telling the truth.

“Sam,” I tried to find what I was going to say next. That I believe him and that I love him of course, but I couldn’t say that without being honest about what almost transpired between Jake and myself. He waited patiently.

“I almost did something unforgivable tonight, to spite you.” I continued. His chest physically sunk, and his eyes welled up.

“Almost? Not just Jake?” He spoke, loosening his tight grip on my hands.

“I’m not proud.” I teared up. My voice was still raspy.

He cleared his throat, letting out a sigh, opening his mouth to ask “How far?”

“He asked me to come here and I did-“ I started, but Sam put his hand on my thigh, trying to get me back on track.

“Baby, how far?” He said firmly, but still sadly, nonetheless.

“He kissed my cheek in the elevator… when he got to the room, he kissed me here from behind.” I ran my fingers along my shoulder, showing him where. His face was stoic. He looked at my cheek and then my shoulder.

“He stopped when he realized it’s not what I wanted. I promise he did, Jake is not at fault. He feels like he is, he says he is. He’s just lost right now. He doesn’t want me like that, nor do I want him. I never did. It’s always and only been you, Sam. I was in such a bad place. My life felt like it was over.” I began to weep again.

He pulled me into his lap, let me cry, and held me… Like he always did. He kissed the top of my head while I soaked his shirt in my tears.

“It’s okay. Him and I will talk, but you and I are okay, baby.” Sam let out. I was relieved, but still felt like it wasn’t.

“I’m so so-“ I tried to reply, but he stopped me with a kiss. He let me go and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Don’t you say sorry. I’m sorry. I could’ve told you from the jump. But I was so in my own head about that night and I took it out on you.” He kissed away what tears were on my face and stroked my hair.

He always knew how to make me feel at ease, and right now I did… For the first time all day.

“And by the way, I was texting her earlier to never show her face around me again. You’re more than welcome to look-“ He said, reaching for his phone, but I shook my head in protest.

“Not now…” I said softly, looking into his eyes. He placed his hands back where they were, supporting me in almost a cradling like position.

“Sammy.” I spoke out. Knowing he knows I only call him ‘Sammy’ when I’m feeling soft.

“Yes, Baby doll?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Take me to bed?” I rasped. He smiled and leaned forward to me, into a passionate kiss. His tongue dipped between my lips, searching for mine. I let out a small whimper, and he let out a deep moan in return.

He kicked off his shoes, while I transitioned from his arms to straddling his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I started to grind my throbbing, clothed pussy onto the denim covering his hardening bulge. His hands made their way onto my ass, guiding me on top of him. We let out moans and soft laughs in between our passionate kisses.

I took his bottom lip between my teeth, earning a low groan from my beautiful boy. He lightly tapped my ass.

“Lay down, baby.” He instructed, and I did as I was told. Resting my head onto the pillow, I looked up at him… He was undoing the buttons on his shirt. I leaned forward, helping him. Once the buttons were undone, I worked it down his shoulders. I went to undo the buckle on his belt, but he moved my hands away, and had me lean back by gently pushing me.

“I’m taking care of you.” He said firmly. I thought of how Jake said this earlier, but the truth is, only Sam could.

I blushed under his gaze while he removed his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock was rock hard, Sam caught me looking at it pulse for me. I bit my lip lightly and went to cover my face, squirming my legs beneath him.

“Don’t be shy, now” He let out a little laugh and so did I. He began undressing me, removing my dress, then my slip. He looked down at me in my bra and panties. Completely flushed and exposed, just for him. I opened my legs while he got between them.

“Sammy,” I began. His eyes traveled up my body and landed on my bashful gaze.

“Hmm?” He hummed, running his hands up and down my thighs.

“I love you too. I didn’t really answer you before…” I said, still trying to make things right.

He smiled lightly and pushed air through his nose.

“I know you do, my girl. Don’t worry.” He replied looking up at me. He began to slowly remove my black lace panties. Once they were discarded, I let out a shakey breath… Sam laid down next to me and gave me a tender kiss. He spread my legs wider for him. He took some of the wetness from my core and dragged it to my clit.

He began rubbing it just the way I like it. Immediately, I’m saying his name over again. He dips his skillful fingers into my pussy, toying at my g spot. He alternates between my clit and pussy while kissing my mouth, and slowly moving open mouthed kisses down my neck.

I pulled the lace of my thin bra down, exposing my hardened nipple. I start squeezing the sensitive bud, suddenly it’s replaced with Sammy’s wet mouth. His hand is solely focused on my clit while his tongue works my nipple. I reach my hand down to his throbbing cock. I cant think of anything more intoxicating than the thought of him deep inside me.

He moans onto my nipple, creating vibrations that intensify the sensation.

“Sammy, I need you, please.” I let out, desperately.

He releases my nipple and doesn’t let go of my clit while now, starting to lean over me.

“Aw, look at you.” He says, looking down at me, grinding into his hand, squeezing the nipple he just had in his mouth between my fingers.

“My girl wants it rough, huh? My pretty girl wants me to cum inside her perfect little pussy, right?” It doesn’t matter how sweet Sammy can be, he loves to see me fall apart for him. He wants to see me cry for him, beg for him. Always loving a show put on for him.

“Yes, Sammy, baby please, I need it, give it to me.” I moaned out, feeling like I could cum just watching him drool at the sight of me. He removed his hand from my clit and removed his briefs. His cock sprung up for me. He positioned himself between my legs.

He kissed my forehead, lining himself up with me, before sinking into my aching pussy. The sounds alone from my wetness were enough to prove how much I needed him. He fucked into me, bringing his hand to my clit once more.

He kissed me deeply, pulled away, and looked into my eyes.

“I love you,” He groaned while pumping in and out of me.

“I love you too.” I moaned, unintentionally tightening my walls around him. My arms were around his neck, while his chains danced from his chest onto my neck.

We both moaned into each other’s mouths, he brought up his other hand to relax my jaw into a more opened position.

He let a slow, string of spit into my mouth, earning a pornographic moan from me as I swallowed it. He mouth hung open while watching me do so as he continued to fuck deeper into my pussy.

His fingers sped up on my clit and he sped up his pace while hitting my g spot. I felt a familiar knot in my stomach, and he could tell I was close by my walls clenching and face alone.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my dick, let it out, little girl, let it go for me.” He cooed as I came. I wrapped my legs around his torso, tightening them with each second of my release.

I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

“Cum inside me, Sammy, give it to me, please, please-“ I panted. And with that, he came deep inside of me. Moaning and panting, sweat beads on his forehead, pressing his to mine. He found my lips and kissed me hungrily, like he was starving for my mouth.

Our eyes were still teary eyed from earlier but extra teary for the passionate love making we just shared. He collapsed on top of me. Pulling himself out of me, he rolled onto the side of my body, now pulling me into him.

“I love you, so so much, Y/N.” He said softly.

“I love you so much more, Sammy.”

#sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka smut #sammy kiszka smut #greta van fleet #greta van fleet smut #fanfic #greta van fleet fic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka x y/n #smut #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n

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sataara · 4 months

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Window Shopping

Small holiday fic of Ingo and reader walking around the city together, it's short and just plain fluff! I wrote it on request of my good friend Snowy and inspired by this art from twitter!

You can read it on Ao3 too, hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

The warm cup of coffee you held, helped keeping the chill away. Not that you minded much, the cold being much more welcome than the searing heat of summer. As you sat on a bench, just outside the station, you hoped he didn't take too long to finish up for the day, while you held your own drink, his was resting next to you, on a cup holder, the rising steam gave you hope that the warmth would hold until he showed up.

With so many people transiting to and from the station, you didn't notice him until a shadow stopped in front of you.

“I hope you didn't have to wait here for too long, my dear.” You looked up at his warm expression, your own following along with the contagious mood.

“Not at all, love, I've only been here for twenty minutes or something. You're right on schedule as always.” Your smile grew just that bit more at using his own turn of phrase on him, Ingo rolled his eyes fondly.

“A train should always arrive at the station on time to not inconvenience any passengers. Or maybe I just missed you after these busy few days.” He picked up his drink, sitting down where it had been and letting you lean your head on his shoulder. His free arm snaked behind you to pull you closer, hand resting on your waist.

“I missed you too. How did work go?”

After Ingo finished telling you of his and Emmet’s latest battle against Nate and Rosa, you decided to walk, restless after sitting for such a long time in the cold, despite how comfortable you were against your partner.

As you walked, you decided to link an arm with Ingo, wanting to stay close even while moving.

“Do not try and lie to me, I know you're just trying to steal all my warmth.” Ingo said with a playful tone.

“Well, that's just a bonus.”

“I think it's the main goal.”

“How dare you insinuate I'm nothing more than an opportunist.” Your tone exaggerated, a hand falling to your chest dramatically.

“I would do no such thing. It's not an insinuation, it's a statement.”

You gasped with fake offense, making you both unable to contain the giggles bubbling up in your chests.

“Oh, look, Ingo! Isn't that model from the Orient Express?”

Your attention was taken by a store front, the lights shining just right on a few products for people to react just as you did. The decoration around the display also reminding you that Delibird Day was getting close, you already had an idea for Ingo’s present, but you wanted something nice for his brother too. After all, you became good friends since you started seeing Ingo frequently. Not that everyone would know that, since you showed your love by calling each other names.

“Yes, that is, but we have a better model at home, more faithful to the original and with better quality.” You loved hearing the pride in Ingo's voice.

You leaned closer to the glass using his arm as support, so you could get a better look, seeing the almost janky way the locomotive moved on the tracks and many other little flaws, that you only recognized thanks to the many times you were shown the twins’ beloved collection.

“I wanted to give Emmet something nice for Delibird day, I have no idea what, though.” You said with sincerity, eyes still on the objects in display, seeing a chess set with knight like pokemon inspired pieces, the pawniard pawns not very well made, much like the model train.

“Do you have any ideas?”

“I feel like everyone that doesn't know you two well just go for train themed presents, easier to get right. I wanted something different, I guess.” You right your posture and go back to walking, Ingo seamlessly moving with you.

The next store is a clothing one but nothing close to your or Ingo’s style, so you glance at it but keep walking.

“Hm, I think it's a nice gesture already, to not go for the obvious, but you need a starting point.”

“I know, I know. Emmet likes gaming too, so I gave his wishlist a look, but after nothing seemed to pop out I thought that maybe a physical present would be nicer.”

You went to take a sip of your drink but when nothing came out you noticed you'd finished while you were talking, your mind so focused on your conundrum that you didn't even realize you were taking sips every pause or so. Ingo brought you back to Earth by taking the empty cup from your hand and throwing it on the nearest trash can, seemingly having done so with his own just before.

“You're thinking plushie? That's always a nice gift.”

“For me, maybe, but all your plushies end up with either Galvantula or Haxorus, I want to give him a gift, not his pokemon.”

“Well, that may be true but at least it means I don't have to share my bed with ten million squishy creatures.”

“I don't understand the issue, they are cuddly and soft!”

“I know that perfectly well when I wake up holding a huge fake dratini, instead of my beloved partner.”

“Don't be a baby, anyone would be lucky to wake up with Catarina in their arms.”

Ingo huffs in amusement, the smile on your face betraying your own statements of annoyance.

“But back to the topic, maybe something pratical then?” Ingo said as you stopped again, this time in front of a bakery, eyes skimming the baked goods with interest.

“What, you want me to give him socks? Extra ten identical dress shirts like the ones you guys use to work?”

“Sure, give him those fuzzy joltik socks we saw the other day.”

“I can give the socks plus something else. Would be a shame compared to yours.”

“Oh?” Interest clear in Ingo's tone. “And what would that be?”

“It's a surprise, I'm not telling you.” You gave him a conspiring smile.

“Hmph, now you just made me more curious.”

You laughed and said nothing as you gave up on the bakery, not feeling particularly hungry. The next store had tacky shirts and mugs on display, one of them making you snort as you read “Of course I love double battles, I'm bisexual”. You pointed it out to Ingo who took a second looking it over before barking out a laugh, getting some eyes on you for a few seconds before people quickly moved on with their business.

Something else caught your attention, a t-shirt with Pier’s logo hung next to others of similarly known artists.

“Hey Ingo, does Emmet have any Piers merch?” You squeezed his arm to make sure he was listening, a plan already forming in your mind.

“He has a simple t-shirt and an autographed poster, but I think that's it.” It sounded like Ingo was following your train of thought.

“What if I called Piers to meet up here after Delibird day? And maybe sending a signed official tour shirt too, if he still has one somewhere?”

“Sometimes I forget that you have some weird connections.” Your eyes met, you recognized the bewilderment in his face.

“Crazy shit always happens to me. And we send each other cute pokemon videos every now and then, his zigzagoons are adorable.”

Ingo shook his head, amused. He looked back at the bakery and pulled you along, but instead of walking inside, he stopped by the wall just at the end of the shop’s window, resting his back against it and pulling you in an embrace, arms around your neck. You snuggled closer as if it was second nature, your own arms around his waist, letting your head fall on his chest.

“I thought you wanted to get a few pastries.”

“I do… But it can wait a few moments, can't it? I… Missed you more than I can put into words, I missed your arms around me, your touch, your voice close instead of over a speaker.” He let out a sigh, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “You were not here, we could talk but not actually see each other, something was missing in the apartment, your music while you moved around the kitchen, your excited talks about the things you love…” He took another deep breath and brought you just a little bit closer. “I don't mean to be sappy, I'm sorry.”

“Never apologize for this.” Your voice was muffled by his shirt, you had to hide your face while he talked, embarrassed by how much those sweet words affected you. “You are extremely sweet and that's one of the many reasons why I love you so much. Don't apologize.”

Ingo's grumbling stomach interrupted the sweet moment, making you both chuckle.

“You did just come back from work, we should go inside and get something to eat.”

“I know but this is so nice, can't we stay here just a little bit longer?.”

“I do not want you passing out on me.” You pulled a bit back just to stare him down and poke at his chest in accusation.

“Dragons, why can't you just let me starve so I can hug you for a little bit longer?” He said dramatically, moving one of his arms to rest a hand on your chin, thumb caressing you softly.

You leaned into it with a laugh, meeting his eyes and resting your own hand over his.

“You're lucky that I love you.”

“I am.”

Your comment was meant to be playful but Ingo's reply made you soft. You moved closer and he did the same, lips meeting sweetly in the middle. For a few more moments you lost yourselves to the kiss, to the feeling of being close, to the warmth shared. Although it didn't last long, his stomach once again reminding you that he had not eaten in a while. You separated, smiling and giggling at each other. Your arm found his and once again you walked close, this time entering the shop while joking and poking fun at each other, your smile was a constant for the rest of the night.

#submas #submas x reader #subway boss ingo #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #my writing #was in a fluffy mood 💕

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noellawrites · 1 year

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Not Much of a Life - Yandere!Carmy Berzatto x reader

summary: on the run from your small town, you find a job waitressing at the newly reopened restaurant, The Bear. but you have no idea what's in store when the owner develops an obsession with you.

warnings: rape, breeding kink, stalking, obsession, domestic violence mention.

Armed with coffee in one hand and red-circled newspaper in the other, you made your way down Orleans Street. East Chicago was a troubled area, but it had its charms. And right now, your mission was to check out two job listings: a vacuum store and a vape store. Online, they both looked like they could be fronts for drug-running, but you were desperate enough to take the chance.

The stench of piss hit your nose, causing you to cover your face with your shirt sleeve. As you looked around, a half-constructed storefront caught your eye. Even with the letters taken down, you could see the sun-bleached remnants on the sign: The Original Beef of Chicagoland.

Cupping your eyes, you stared through the glass. Two white men, one around your age and one a few decades older, argued as they worked together to move a countertop.

A girl around your age with long locs tied in a bandana stood on a ladder, laughing at the men as she painted over the dirty white walls.

You could see a flurry of activity in the kitchen, too. It looked like about ten people were working on various building and electrical pursuits in order to revamp The Beef.

Without a second thought, you banged on the glass and caught the attention of the two arguing men.

The older one with facial hair swung the door open, almost hitting you.

"Uh, hello! I saw you guys were working in here and I was wondering if you might be hiring?" you asked sheepishly, as the man frowned at you.

"No, sorry sweetheart," he said, pulling the door closed.

"Jesus, cousin, don't be an asshole," the other guy, with lots of tattoos and piercing blue eyes, said as he grabbed the door.

"You got any experience?"

"I waited tables in high school, I can make coffee and cook some basic stuff," you offered.

"We need a waitress. Come back next Saturday, we'll be getting ready to open. You got a phone?" He said all in one breath, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, here," you said, handing your phone to the man as he entered in his contact information.

"My schedule's open, I can basically work anytime. I could really use the money," you explained.

"Good, 'cause I'm sure as hell not lettin' Richie wait on customers anymore," he said, earning a "hey!" from the older man.

"Thank you--" you began, looking down at your phone as he handed it back to you, "Carmy. My name's (y/n), it's nice to meet you." You said, outstretching your hand to shake.

The moment your hands touched, you felt a jolt, almost like a spark. "I'll see you in a week," Carmy said, as you stared into his gorgeously blue eyes.

You nodded, stepping back and walking towards the L stop.

Carmy Berzatto had never felt like this, ever. He was always too busy to fall in love, moving from one thing to the next, perfecting his art, running the restaurant. Instead, he told himself he was perfectly fine with jerking off to meaningless porn on the nights he felt a little lonely. But that night, his mind was preoccupied with something entirely different: you.

He practically counted down the hours until you returned for your first day, the day before the grand opening of The Bear.

He found the perfect uniform for you at Goodwill. A professional dress in the same dark blue as the kitchen's aprons. It was the right size but he asked Sugar to hem it anyway, selfishly wanting to see the skin of your thighs as you carried out your duties.

Once you put the dress on, you grinned and threw your arms around Carmy, telling him how much you loved it and couldn't wait to get to work.

At family meal, you learned about the employees' lives and they asked about yours. You confessed that you were currently sleeping on your friend's couch in her apartment downtown. You'd recently moved from a small Midwestern town, wanting to experience life in the city. Your money was running low, and it had been difficult to find a job in Chicago post-covid. But nonetheless, you were excited to be there.

You felt everyone's eyes on you, analyzing your words and behavior. You'd obviously been pulled in by the glamour of city life, but hadn't been ready for reality's smack in the face.

The first few months of work had lulled you into a routine. Wake up, get dressed, run to the L train, ride it to the east side, walk to The Bear, all while it was still pitch-black outside. In the evenings, you did it all again, sometimes stopping at a bar before heading back to your friend's apartment.

You'd just been approved for your own place, a cheap studio apartment in an area close to The Bear. You really did love your job, despite Carmy acting a bit odd towards you. You figured he was still adjusting to managing the restaurant.

You had no idea that you'd slowly consumed Carmy Berzatto's thoughts, his life, his very being.

His every waking moment was filled with thoughts of you. You, pulling your dress off for him. Stomach round from his seed, a new maternity dress, waiting tables while heavily pregnant. Raising his children, taking them to their Aunt Sugar's. Pinning you against the wall, screaming at you. Punching the drywall beside you, making you flinch. Tears running down your face as he takes what belongs to him. You didn't have much of a life anyways. A couch-surfing runaway with drugstore makeup and hair filled with dry shampoo. You only had a life because of his generosity.

Your first date with Carmy was at a bar down the street. It was after work but you'd both lied about it, not wanting everyone to know you both shit where you ate.

You didn't even make it to the bar, just to the alley next to it. The stench of garbage filled your nostrils as Carmy unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.

You started to protest but Carmy clamped a hand over your mouth as he fished his dick out of his underwear.

"I've wanted this since the day I met you. God, I can't believe I waited this long. Cousin told me I had to take what I fuckin' want, ‘n you're mine now.”

You tried to scream and push Carmy away, eyes wide with fear. Carmy stuffed his fingers in your mouth, pressing harder and effectively muffling you.

You choked on his fingers at the back of your throat as his penis entered your vagina with a violent push. It was one of the most painful things you'd ever experienced, and you were paralyzed with fear.

You could see the outline of his muscles and the tattoos on his arms as he jerked into you, violating you with every push. Tears clouded your eyes and you prayed that he would stop soon. Your stomach tightened with fear and unwilling pleasure as Carmy released inside of you with a groan. You came soon after, whimpering on his fingers in your mouth as you shuddered in pleasure.

"I knew you wanted me. Without me, you'd be on the fucking streets," he snarled into your ear in a cruel tone you'd never heard before.

You had seeped into the cracks between Carmy's nightmares from New York, filling his head with softness and pleasure. He couldn't just dream about you anymore, he needed the real thing. And now, you didn't have much of a choice.

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therealvampira · 7 months

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may i request gregory violet x reader but childhood friends to lovers please? (and reader has similar interests and personality as him too) have a nice day/night :]

Hi!! You have a fantastic day/night yourself, as well! My apologies for the delay, I've been really busy the past few weeks (like really busy), but thank you for your patience! I'm always happy to take up requests, so without further ado, here you go dear:

Word Count: 1512

Warnings: None?

“We may be stuck here for a while, I fear,” you spoke, looking outside the lengthy library window before you, resting your face in your palms. The boy next to you said nothing, but gave a little nod whenever you spoke.

Violet was always considerably quiet, especially before you formed a friendship with him. However, it was almost like he had almost no awareness of the world around him whenever he was drawing, which he did- a lot.

The slight pitter patter of raindrops hitting the windows that you heard just moments earlier now turned into a great storm, rain falling heavily as the trees danced around in the gray horizon, lighting occasionally lighting up the room. As inconvenienced as you were by the storm suddenly coming and taking over the sky, it felt almost peaceful. Hearing the sound of the thunder rolling lightly and the wind whirling almost lulled you into a light doze, before a loud crack of lighting lit up the room, the mighty sound causing your heart to stop for a fraction of a second. As you looked to your left, you were surprised to see the boy next to you hadn't even flinched a bit or looked up from his paper.

Did he even realize there was a storm?

“How long do you think we will have to stay here?” You asked, trying to break the almost deafening silence. Normally, you didn’t mind it, but you were starting to dread the idea of sitting in plain silence while you waited for a storm to pass.

Eventually, you started to give up since all he’d given you thus far were just a few shrugs, and very minimal responses. You got out your own book from your bag, flipping through it to find an empty page, moving one of the candles closer to yourself in order to see better. You reached for your charcoal pencil, realizing you didn’t have it on you at the moment.

“Damn..” you muttered under your breath. As you sat up again from digging through your bag, you were slightly surprised to see Violet holding another pencil out to you, waiting for you to grab it.

“Oh, I…thank you,” you spoke, feeling relieved. It was strange, how such a small gesture, such a simple act of kindness coming from him made you feel so content. Even being friends with Violet for so long, it made you feel special whenever he’d do something for you, even as miniscule as handing you an extra pencil. You couldn’t resist as your lips curled into a smile as you took the instrument from him. Your hands brushed against each other when you grabbed the pencil, making it difficult to not blush.

It was something you’d never wanted to admit, but you did in fact have a crush on Violet. You couldn’t help but love all of his quirks, and his unique style and way of seeing things. In your eyes, there was nobody like him, and there never would be anyone else that lights a candle to him. You watched him as he stroked the pencil across the paper, a look of deep focus spread across his face. Your eyes unintentionally drifted from his sketch, up to his face as you quickly tried to look at him, admiring his beautiful features. For the first time in your life, you genuinely believed your heart was going to stop when, before you could look away, his gaze ever so slightly shifted to you, a small grin on his face as he briefly glanced at you, looking back down at his paper.

Like him, you were also into art yourself, but seeing how detailed, precise, and creative his drawings always were, you always felt a bit inferior as far as your art skills. You watched as he drew carefully and meticulously, trying to pick up any techniques that he used. He caught onto this, now turning to face you, the same grin from earlier on his face again. You smiled back at him, and even chuckled a bit- both out of embarrassment, but also the simple fact that you were just happy to be spending time with him.

“Would you like some help?” Violet asked, seemingly already knowing the answer. You nodded, and fought back a small laugh again, noticing that your heart rate was a bit quicker as he moved his seat closer to yours. He grabbed your hand while it still grasped the pencil, carefully guiding it across the paper.

“What are you drawing, now?” you asked, given that you didn’t really have much to build off of yet, anyway.

“I’m trying to finish what you started,” he spoke, starting to add more depth to your drawing from earlier, which was of the cloudy and stormy view from outside. It was remarkable how easily he could add so much life to any simple sketch.

“See? You’d want to do it this way, instead. Don’t shade too much at once, a little at a time will do, so you don’t sabotage it,” Violet explained, still holding your hand in his as he moved it across the paper.

“Right, I see,” you replied. He was sitting so close to you that it almost made you shiver, and the feeling of his hand holding yours made you weak. You didn’t even want to draw anymore, you just wanted him to guide your hand across the paper forever. Not only that, you wanted to kiss him too. For so long, you wondered what it would be like to finally press your lips against each other’s, but you couldn’t. It was nearly impossible to tell if he felt the same way that you did, and you didn’t know how he’d take it.

He withdrew his hand, moving back to his original position, leaving you to finish the drawing at your own pace. You felt an emptiness where he was sitting closely behind you, and you were suddenly brought back to reality once you realized he moved back. You lazily stroked the pencil against the paper, your mind going completely elsewhere as you kept taking brief glances at him.

As you looked at him another time, his gaze shifted towards you again just like earlier, only this time it lasted much longer. It felt much more intentional, surreal almost. Your eyes stared into each other for what seemed like hours, until your gaze shifted down to his lips, the black lipstick painted onto them made it all the more tempting to just lean in and kiss him. He was so perfect.

Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed him doing the same, his gaze moving down to your lisp for only a second. Before you could even fathom what could possibly come next, the both of you leaned in slowly, and with only a few centimeters left between the two of you, you wasted no time closing that gap and pressing your lips onto his own. It felt better than you’d imagined, almost making it worth the tremendous wait. The two of you barely pulled back for only a few seconds, only Violet made the first move this time.

Multiple minutes flew by as the both of you basked in each other’s affection, coming up for a breath every so often. You and Violet pulled away for the last time before footsteps could be heard coming your way. After you both sat in anticipation, you saw the librarian walk through the shelves, putting things in place. The two of you glanced at each other, and without a second thought, grabbed your things and headed out. You didn’t even realize the storm had died down until now.

As the two of you walked back to your respective dorms, you felt Violet’s hand slowly caress yours, like he was trying to ask your permission without saying anything. You grasped his hand a bit more firmly, letting him know you were okay with his gestures.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke, making you nervous to hear what he was going to say.

“Yes?” you replied, anxiously waiting to hear what he was going to say, while still keeping your calm demeanor.

“I love you..” he spoke, briefly pausing in his tracks as he turned to look at you.

“And I love you too…in case you were not aware,” you spoke, making the last part sarcastic. You felt your heart flutter again as he chuckled a bit, leaning slowly in to kiss you again. It was so gentle, you almost barely felt his lips press against yours. You practically melted as you felt him still smiling ever so slightly as he kissed you. Wrapping your arms around him, you briefly brought his body closer to you before pulling away.

“So…I’ll see you to-morrow?” you spoke.

“Surely you will..” He said, still smiling. It made you feel special, being able to see him smile and laugh when almost nobody did. Something about his expressions of happiness evoked a sort of contentment in you- something you didn’t think you’d be able to find anywhere else…

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𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖇𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙...

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler x reader #gregory violet #black butler manga #sebastian michaelis

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m-jelly · 9 months

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I love your fanfics about strong female leads, and I was thinking if that could be involved in any element. Also maybe a sprinkle of demi-sexual Levi because I’m pretty sure that man is sex-repulsed if it isn’t with someone he loves. The main story idea I think would be cool is “Pet Rescue Owner” x “kinda gangster Yandere Levi.” The reader could be like a badass disney princess lol

I've always seen Levi this way. He won't have sex with someone unless he loves them.

@kenkopanda-art <3

I want you. I need you

Pairing: Levi x Fem! Reader

Tags and warnings: Modern AU, fluff, romance, gangster Levi, slight yandere Levi, becoming a couple.

Levi meets you kicking all kinds of ass in an alley so you can save a box of kittens. He is instantly smitten and grants you and your animal shelter protection. Levi becomes a little bit obsessed with you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

It was like the heavens had opened and gifted him the most perfect woman in the world. Your body was divine, your strength and ferocity arousing, and that sexy smile you had on your face as you slammed your foot into a low-ranking gangster was incredible.

Levi was walking the streets near the edge of Erwin's zone to see if scumbags were running around. He came to an alley and heard some shouting about someone being a bitch and a whore. When he looked down he saw you and got ready to save the day, but you surprised him.

You kicked one man in the balls making him double over allowing you to kick him across the face. Once he was taken care of you grabbed the other's head and slammed it against the brick wall. The last got a fist to the face and then a firm kick.

Levi was in love. He needed you, wanted you.

He moved closer to you as his heart compelled him. "Impressive."

You panted a bit. "You want your shit kicked in too?"

Levi put his hands up. "No, I'm good. Tch, these lot aren't. You in a gang?"

You turned and walked away. "Nope, just really passionate about animals." You picked up a box with five kittens in it. "Worry not little ones, I've got you now."

Levi stared at the cats. "What are you?"

You gazed at Levi. "Animal rescue."

"Animal rescue who knows self-defence?"

"You never know when you need to kick someone's head in."

Levi hummed a little. "You're right." He stepped on one man waking up. "I have a proposition for you. I work for the scout gang."

You walked past him. "Good for you."

"I can provide help and get a few scouts to assist you."

You stopped by your car and stared at Levi. "What's the catch?"

He opened your car door. "Spend time with me."

You stared at him for a while before checking him out. "Like a date?"

"Yes."

You put the kittens in your car and stood up and eyed him. "Sure."

Levi's heart raced. "Really? Perfect. We'll move your business and home to scout region so you can be safe."

You smiled. "You're cute. What's your name."

"Levi."

You gave your name. "Nice to meet you."

Levi released a long love filled sigh and watched you drive off. He placed his hand on his heart and knew he was hooked. He wanted to see you again. He wanted to have you. He craved your touch, your voice and your smile.

He did everything he could to be near you and see you. He watched you from a distance and any man that got close to you, he scared away. You were his. He wanted you all to himself and he would do anything to keep you. You were his perfect dream.

He would watch your home and your new shop in the scout region. He would actively go with you to rescue animals just so he could be at your side and see you smile. He knew he shouldn't, but he would take some of your things just so he could have a piece of you always with him.

It all came to head one night inside your rescue shop.

Levi was watching you from his car making sure no one touched you. He relaxed a little and glanced over at the flowers next to him as he debated about handing them over. He wasn't the best at romance or getting his feelings out, but with you he was in deep.

"Hey Levi!"

Levi flinched and looked at his open window to see you leaning in. "H-Hi."

You smiled at him. "You know, this could be classed as stalking."

He gulped hard. "I-I know, b-but I'm ch-checking on you. I-I'm making s-sure you're safe."

You leaned on the door. "That's so cute." You looked at the passenger seat. "Those for me?"

"Y-Yes."

You leaned closer and kissed him. "Thank you."

He blushed hard. "I uh...you're welcome."

You pulled back and opened his door and got in. You straddled Levi and closed the door. "Much better."

Levi gulped hard. "This is a dream come true."

You giggled. "Same. I've liked you for a long time and I've been trying to hint to you I want you because I know you want me. However, my flirting skills are lacking so I'll do this." You tangled your fingers in Levi's hair as he grabbed your ass. You kissed each other with deep loving passion. "I want to be yours."

Levi panted a little as he felt many deep desires inside him. "I want you to be mine. I'll spoil you all the time. I'll shower you in love. I need you."

You ran your hands down Levi's chest. "I'm all yours."

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beansterpie · 6 months

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ES21 japanese volumes part 2/??

< part 1 || part 3 >

Thanks for the warm reception on part 1! Honestly wasn't expecting anyone other than me and maybe a couple of friends to read, so it's nice to know that people enjoyed it! Also @blaka-smoko provided me with a link to scans of the VIS translation here-- it has up to volume 29 I believe for anyone interested (you'll have to make an account on the site to borrow the volumes though! but it's all free)

Now, to pick up where we left off--

Sena has just managed to escape the bullies, but they're in pursuit. He ends up running into a busy shopping street, where Hiruma, Sena's demonic upperclassman, happens to witness the following...

(First page -> Kuroki: "Alright! I caught...")

I love these pages sm, they're SO silly. This is the beginning of 'these kids might as well have superpowers', and I love that for them. And to be perfectly honest, I think the extra dramatic action scenes make for a really engaging sports manga, which is a genre where I tend get very bored of the whole, you know, Sports™ of it all. But ES21 always keeps me really engaged during the matches, and the super dynamic art is definitely one of the reasons.

Putting the rest under a cut!

I think I'm just gonna go ahead and post the next few pages because I love this bit lol

(Panel 3 -> Juumonji: "Shit-!" Kuroki: "I SAID MOVE!!!" Old Man: "That hurts you BRAT"

Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "That cut...." (note that the kanji here is 走り方 which is pronounced ha-shi-ri-ka-ta and means 'way of running' or 'running style', but the romaji says カット (ka-tto) which is just the English 'cut' as a loanword. I told you Hiruma does this a lot!))

Love how they somehow make Sena navigating a crowd really well into something so cool lol. But I love this entire segment.

(Panel 2 -> Togano: "Aaallright, now sto--"

Panel 4 -> Togano: "--p??"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Whoa, a spin!"

Panel 6 -> The Bullies: *sounds of struggle and pain*)

(Panel 1 -> Sena: "Hiieeee-- (this is just a sound of anxiety he makes a lot) It's no good--!!"

Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "No, you can make it"

Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "With your legs, you can make it!"

Panel 6 -> Hiruma: "FLY!" (also means 'jump', but fly feels more apt))

TOUCHDOWN!!! (of getting on the train yayyy!)

I just love this whole segment-- how good the art is, how intense and dynamic and fun they managed to make a simple chase scene, how it works so well with the football visuals that Hiruma is laying over Sena's movements in his mind, Hiruma's weird omniscient presence cementing itself into the narrative lol. Properly introducing the One Thing™ that Sena is crazy good at to the audience, and that is running (usually away from something lmao).

(Panel 2 -> Juumonji: "GUHO!?" (sound of surprised pain)

Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "Toooouchdooooown! Ya-ha--!")

I love him your honor.

ANYWAY onto the next day!

(Panel 1 & 2 -> Kurita: "Oh that's right! Yesterday, a new member joined the club!" Hiruma: "Ooohhh, I actually found someone too."

Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "Truly a golden-legged Running Back. He was so full of spirit that he approached me directly, saying that he wanted to join."

Panel 4 -> Kurita: "Wow-- amazing! Good job finding him, Hiruma!"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "He should be here already"

Panel 6 -> Hiruma: "K, now fill out the application form~" Kurita: "S-SENA-KUN!!?")

The audacity of Hiruma casually and blatantly lying that Sena joined of his own volition lol. He just lies because it's fun, why not? 😂 Also, when Hiruma says 'running back', it just says "RB" with furigana that says ランニングバック, which is 'running back' as a loan word lol.

(2nd pic -> Kurita: "Whoa number 21! The eyeshield is so cool!" Hiruma: "If we don't hide his face like this during matches, it'll start an all-out-war among the other sports teams.")

Lol I love how shrimpy Sena is <3 In the fan-scans, the idea that the other sports clubs would try to get at Sena wasn't really mentioned until the Cupids match, so I figured I'd include it. Also Hiruma looks SO NORMAL in the first couple of chapters lol, he just increasingly gets more spiky and demonic as the story progresses, and I love that for him, but seeing little babyfaced Hiruma is fun too.

(Panel 1 -> Sena: "But I'm the manager~~!!" Hiruma: "Then, player-and-manager. do both"

Panel 2 -> the posters say: "Stay away from him -- Or the mosaic comes off")

Mosaic meaning the blurred out bits, obv. I feel like there's certain lines from Hiruma where the translation doens't quite capture the like... cavalier command with implicit threat he has in Japanese lol.

Also I get this slight vibe from his Japanese dialogue that Hiruma is like, funny lol. There's more of a deliberate sense of set up and pay off when he talks, which I get a kick out of.

Finally, end of chapter one 😂 the fuck is brevity?

Bit of an aside, but something I never noticed before about this pic of Sena's room is that he seems to collect figures of some kind? And he has a lot of games (or possibly anime) in the tv cabinet. I know in the pilot chapter (which I might post about separately sometime), Sena was characterized as A Gamer™, but that seems to have largely been abandoned in the actual series. It's fun to see the lingering remnants of that aspect of Past-Sena lol.

Moving on to chapter 2!

(Mamori: "The American Football Club!?")

(Panel 1 -> Mamori: "But American Football is... You shouldn't pick something so dangerous!")

Regarding panel 2, there isn't a mistranslation really, but I wanted to point out-- because it's fucking hilarious-- that Mamori uses four separate words that all essentially mean weak and feeble to describe Sena 😭 She's like "--because Sena is (physically) weak, insubstantial, fragile, and The Weakest™!"

Sena: "Y, you don't have to go that far...."

She really didn't 😔 how's a bitch supposed to come back from that...

Then of course Sena reassures her that he's just the shumu/manager (whatever), and won't actually be playing in matches, which she is very relieved to hear.

(Mamori: "Huh? But then why are you here so early in the morning?

Sena: "A meeting about club management!!")

Oh Sena :')

Cut to:

(Hiruma: "Come now, it's morning practice!!!"

Sena: "ALL LIES~~!!")

Soon, soon Sena, you will learn. But man look at the unbridled joy on our demon spawn captain's face <3 we love a chaotic gremlin.

Just wanted to gush a little about how much I love Murata's establishing shots, especially this one. Gives such an excellent vibe of early morning at a school before most students are present-- plus over the course of the series you end up getting such a good sense of the overall layout of the school!

(Panel 1 -> Kurita: "Well-- you know how we haven't had three people since the formation of the club? I was just so happy that I had to wake up early"

Panel 2 -> Kurita: "I was so amped up that I've been at it since 2am!" Hiruma: "An idiot, there's an idiot here.")

All told basically the same as the fan-scans, but I think the Japanese version slyly implies the existence of Musashi a little better. I always wonder with these things just how much of the back stories were hashed out-- like was Musashi's design already established? When we see him for the first time later (unbeknownst to us) did the creators already know That Guy was Musashi? Questions, questions...

(Panel 1 -> Sena: "That was close! I was about to join in on practice without realizing!" Hiruma: "Right, guess we should go through everything once, starting with the ladder."

Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Since we've got newbies present and all." Sena: "Hiiieeeee!" (he's like a small dog, he whimpers when he's scared)

Panel 3 -> Kurita: "Ah wait. Actually my neck kind of hurts. I think I might call it quits after doing a 40 yard dash or something."

Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "40 yard dash, huh? It's been a while. Alright, let's measure our times.")

K-Kurita.... your head looks like it's gonna pop off.....

(Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Time?"

Panel 3 -> "Kurita Ryokan: 40 yard run: 6.5 seconds"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "This fucking fatty!! What morning practice, you've gotten slower than before!!" Kurita: "I can't help it, I'm already tired--!!")

@blaka-smoko mentioned this in their reblog on the last post, but Hiruma preludes all his nicknames with 糞 (ku-so) which means like, shitty, but the furigana says ファッキン which is just "fucking" as a loan word lol. So all his nicknames canonically and literally start with the English word "fucking". Fucking chibi, Fucking monkey, Fucking manager, etc, etc. The official VIS version changed this to 'damn', which is nothing but a damn shame lol. Let Hiruma say fuck!! He's literally already saying it!!

(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "Alright, watch how it's done!" Sena: "!? So fast!!"

Panel 4 -> "Hiruma Yoichi: 40 yard run: 5.1 seconds"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Ya-ha-! That's my best time!!" Sena & Kurita: "Whoa--!!")

He's so fucking spiky!! And I love how expressive their physical movements are, like Hiruma's little twist in the last panel is so fun.

The first three panels are basically accurate, (though in panel two, Hiruma is like "What's that? You want to run so bad you can barely contain it?" which made me chuckle) but panels 4 & 5 are different.

(Panel 4 -> Kurita: "But, isn't it weird? If he's that fast (and he uses 爆速 (ba-ku-so-ku) which means like, explosive speed) I think he would have been famous in middle school."

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Hmm... now that you mention it.... Well, we'll know for sure once we measure his time.")

I like that Kurita points out something to Hiruma that he didn't consider! These early chapters gives a bit more of a feel of Hiruma and Kurita's friendship imo, before there's more characters that the story needs to focus on, and the two of them solidly enter the Senpai™ realm among their teammates.

Of course, then Sena runs and gets 5.0 seconds, which is already fastest on their little team! But Hiruma isn't satisfied with that....

The fan-scans are aaaalmost right? But confused. It makes it sound like Hiruma is quoting something Sena said/wrote down in the past (that he somehow aquired as Hiruma is wont to do), and then the line in panel 3 just doesn't make sense. In Japanese, it comes across more as like, Hiruma looks up some records of Sena on his laptop, and the rest is him putting together an analysis based off of that.

(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "In Kobayakawa Sena's middle school physical endurance records-- he came first only in Repetitive Sideways Hopping."

Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Must be due to the explosive power that you built through your gopher-ing... which is how you have that rocket-start. But you immediately lose speed, which is why you never make any records in a footrace.

Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "So all we have to do is make sure you don't lose speed."

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "CERBERUS!!!")

BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY!!!

This is basically correct, so I used the scans for visual clarity because taking good pics of a double page spread is hard :')

anyway RUN BOY RUN!! Also love Hiruma's little fist pump in the last panel. Murata being awesome with gestures as usual.

(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "This is beyond high school records! It's the top speed in the NFL! Nobody can stop this!"

Panel 2 -> "The Golden Legs!!")

I don't know if it's true that 4.2 sec is the NFL record (at least at the time) or not, and frankly I don't care. Within the context of this series, 4.2 secs is the speed of light, and Sena's got it!

I've always liked that Sena's got this glass canon thing going on-- OP in terms of speed only, extremely weak in every other regard. It's funny and unexpected in a shounen protagonist, and it makes for a very satifying arc, even if there aren't any surprises. I actually in part got into B.N.H.A . waaay back in 2014 because Deku reminded me of Sena (well, I got into it because I'd read the artist's previous manga and was curious, but Deku reminding me of Sena is what made me stay (well, until I left again a couple years later lol)). Point is, I'm very fond of Sena, I think he's fun!

Oof I wanted to squeeze in one more pic but I'm at the limit already lol. But chapter 2 ends with excitement all around-- and Hiruma says that they'll be winning the Spring Tournament. (Sena imagines himself as the manager and boy, after all that you still think you're just gonna be the manager? 😭)

Of course this is when Hiruma informs them that the first match is tomorrow lol. A team with 3 players. Good luck!

That's all for part 2-- hope y'all enjoy my ramblings!

#eyeshield 21 #es21 #eyeshield 21 japanese readalong #this one mostly ended up being me just gushing abt eyeshield but eh #that's how it is sometimes!! sometimes I don't have intelligent thoughts only !!! wow!!! this is so great!!! wow!!!!

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ringstarrr · 1 year

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Hi. If you don't mind, would you mind doing a song fic for Taylor Swift's coney island with either John or George? I just feel like it would work really well, especially these lines: "And do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?"

I Want to Tell You

pairing: john lennon x gender neutral!reader

warnings: angst, depression, self image

author's note: first of all, sorry for going missing for a few months. kinda had a burnout with college and work, but things are getting better - i think, at least.

and i kind of changed this a little lol i know it's a sad song and i made it accordingly, but the end is sweet. i might not be a swiftie but i'm a softie

1966.

It was like living through hell. Why did he have to say that? you’d think every once in a while since the whole bigger than Jesus broke out. John has always been one to make interesting comments - not to say controversial. You knowing him since you met at art school, it didn’t faze you a bit, yet, it was a different thing in America.

“They’re so fucking upright. It’s so phony.” You sought John during one of the tours you went by his side, still his girlfriend, flesh and nail. Now, long married, it’s been a few good months since you last followed beside him. John was getting more distant everyday and you didn’t know what to do.

He emitted his loud and heartwarming laugh. “I know, right?” John escorted you close to his chest, his nose in your hair. “Americans act like we are a bunch of weirdos. We are… different,” John chuckled, free hand hovering his face. “They’re nice. I’m the freak.”

This happened only a year prior to this fiasco. On that occasion, you made it your job to assure John he was an important person to the band and no matter what happened, you’d still be by his side. So far, you had maintained your words and stuck with John - even though he wouldn’t even look at you.

It made you insecure and going back in your head, trying to piece together why he had become such a loner those last months. Without preparation, you began to revisit your time at college, when you two first started dating. You were younger by a few years, and John was living the high of his teddy boy lifestyle.

He was a heartthrob. There was no other way to describe it.

Every single time you glanced in his direction, John’s eyes were already staring you down. Smiling smugly, he’d shake his head and wiggle his eyebrows. You were left blushing. It was heaven, knowing you caught the attention of someone like him. Your heart could melt just by the sight of him.

At the time, you weren’t looking for a relationship. But John had other plans. He flirted with you every chance he got, always putting some innuendo into everything. Even though you rolled your eyes every single time, you couldn’t deny to yourself how your hands would shake whenever John stormed in your direction. Neither could you say he didn’t make winter feel like a sunny afternoon in spring, considering the speeding beat of your heart and the way he caught your breath.

The memories left you wondering if you had closed your fists around something delicate for this to be happening. The silent tears fell down and you didn’t try to avoid the unstoppable. It was getting overbearing just to breath. When you first met, you thought that maybe 一 you were certain, to be completely honest 一 he’d be the death of you. At the time, the idea brought colour to your cheeks, thinking it’d be because of his antics and how flustered he made you feel. Now, you had the sour taste of knowing why.

Marrying one of the most desired man on the earth, show stopping sensation and global phenomenon was incredibly hard. And the business changed John’s usual upbeat and sarcastic nature. Theses things were still there but he wouldn’t show them as much. It turned him into a depressed and lonely wolf. John was starting to head straight to bed whenever he came home, telling you less and less about his life and what he was going through in his head.

Yet, you had an idea of why that was.

The press were writing a bunch of articles about all the things he and the boys did and, unfortunately, that included his health. Suddenly every news reporter was a nutritionist and they decided John was getting fat, which was far from the truth. You noticed how John was starving himself for awhile because of it, his self image completely deteriorated and his depression coming to a new highlight low-end. But John wouldn't say a word. You’d ask him, almost plead for him to open up you, but John wouldn't say a word.

In front of the television, you watched him and the band make yet another appearance for an interview. It was difficult for you to admit, but most of the time you heard his voice these days was on the TV. John was pushing you away. After talking to George, Ringo and Paul about the situation, they assured you this wasn’t happening just to you. John was pushing everyone away, whether he knew it or not.

Seeing that happy grin in his face on the telly, a sight you missed dearly, was enough to make your walls crumble down. You sobbed violently, crying out loud. What happened to my baby? Where did my baby go? Your whole body shook and your voice got hoarse by the second. But the moment you heard a car pull into the driveway, you pushed it all back inside, cleaning the tears’ path and clearing your throat. Uptight and anxious, you waited.

“You watching that crap?” was the first thing he said. John closed the front door, dropping his keys in the coffee table and sitting beside you on the couch. He slid his arm around you, turning you slightly to kiss you with care. After it ended, you two maintained faces close, noses brushing against one another, eyes closed. It was moments like this that made you feel everything was worth putting through.

“Just watching this group fine young men. They dress pretty well, especially that one” you said, turning a little to the TV, just enough so he could see your index finger pointing in his direction on the screen.

John snickered. “Nah, he looks like a twat.”

You snuggled your face against his neck, eyes closed. “And how was today, pretty boy?” as you whispered the question you immediately regretted it. John’s body grew rigid, moving away from you. I can’t do anything right.

“Ah,” he shrugged his shoulders, face showing how John cringed at the question. “It was… normal, I guess.” He bit down his lip, drawing in a deep breath. Silence emerged between youc and you wanted to scream. With a sigh, John got up. “Well, I’m taking a shower.”

Before you could think the decision over once more, you were speaking already. “John, can I ask you a question?” He was midway walking to your shared bedroom, stopping in his tracks. John turned around, confused.

Eyebrows knitted and hands on his waist, he answered. “Yeah, sure you can.”

“Did I shatter you?” your voice quivered, just a little above a purr. You felt tears threatening to form but you didn’t care. You needed to get it off of your chest, it was killing you. John was startled by the inquiry, eyes wide.

“What makes you think that, love?” He still was by the bedroom, slowly coming back to you.

“You never talk to me anymore, John.” A sorry laugh left your lips as you said it, feeling like a lunatic. “And you used to come to me anytime if you were struggling, to have a laugh... Now you can barely stand to be next to me.” Your eyes flickered to the roof, holding back the emotions in turmoil. “You never ask about me anymore. It’s like you couldn’t give less of a shit sometimes,” you turned your focus back to him and it crashed your feelings. He was crying with a straight face, biting the inside of his cheek. “If this is the long haul, how’d we get here so soon?”

You managed to get a laugh from him, smiling a bit. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Sorry for not making you my centerfold,” John pushed the tears away with the back of his hand. “I hate that we turned into this… all because of me,” now it was his turn to cackle like a mad man, hands in his hair.

“It’s okay, John.” You gave him a half-hearted smile.

“No! Of course it’s not, love.” He took a long breath and began tapping his foot against the floor. “You are my wife, for fuck’s sake. I love you and I pushed away? I’m a dick.” John was obviously mad at himself. “I didn’t think it would upset you this much, love. Fuck.”

“Baby…” you cooed, getting up from the couch. You tried to reach for his hands, but he shook them instead.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. I don’t want your pity.”

“John,” you took hold of his hand, your hold strong and tight. “Shut up. You’ve been through a lot and it’s okay to react like this. But you should be more aware of the fact that there are people that care and worry about you.” You pushed his fringe to the side with your free hand, resting it against his wet cheek. John closed his eyes. “You are not a bad guy, John. Just fucking stupid sometimes,” both of you laughed.

“What’s a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?” You cringed at that, not agreeing with him.

“I would never leave you, sweetheart. I love you too much,” you said, laughing a little. “Just don’t push me away anymore. I’m always here for you.”

“Sorry for being fucking stupid.”

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chocodile · 9 months

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art fight???? how???

hey, could you explain a little about the art fight thing? i want to fight people !1!1!

Art Fight is an art gifting and trading game! It's been running in some form or another since (quickly checks about page) 2007 apparently but I've been playing it since 2016.

The way the game/event works is outlined here on the site's About page. Basically you just pick other users and draw free art for them of their characters--art you make for other people is called "attacks", and if you're lucky, they'll get "revenge" by drawing something back for you of one of your own characters, too!

There's a light framework of "teams" and "points" overlaid on top of that "draw art of others' OCs" concept to gamify it and give it a fun aesthetic (with team themes like sun vs moon, vampires vs werewolves, etc), but there are no prizes for the winning team, you can freely draw stuff for people on your own team, you can switch teams at any time, and... honestly most users don't really care about teams or points and are just in it for the OC gift art aspect of it.

I'm a huge fan of it because Art Fight feels like one of the last places on the internet that is by and for artists exclusively. On Art Fight you can openly relish in the fact that you're obsessed with one of your characters, or show off this idea for a cool story and setting you want to turn into a novel someday, or proudly display the fact that you've been worldbuilding in-depth dragon lore for a decade and be totally and completely surrounded on all sides by people who not only get it, but also are all doing the same thing. It's also a great way to give some love and support to beginner artists.

Some tips on how to have a better Art Fight experience:

Don't go in with the expectation that you'll get a ton of art, especially your first year. Your main goal should be to make gifts for other people.

If you are hoping to get "revenges" back, try to "attack" people who are definitely playing this year (as in, have drawn at least one attack this summer) but who aren't already swamped with a ton of attacks to "revenge" already. (Attacking only very popular/professional artists who get more attacks then they could ever possibly keep up with will leave you feel disappointed... that said, it's arguably worth attempting a few, just in case you get lucky, because that's how I got a drawing from Shoomlah, one of my childhood art idols!)

If you have an art blog, promote your Art Fight stuff to your followers there so they know you're playing. Playing with a group of friends is also more fun than playing solo 'cause you can always attack each other if you're not getting many revenges. Leaving nice comments on other people's characters and art can also help make you more visible/leave a good impression if you're brand new to the game.

Points and teams seriously don't matter at all, even a little. I suggest not paying them any attention at all beyond picking the team theme you think is cooler.

It's best to at least skim a character's profile and rules before drawing them. Not only does it help you get a better feel for the character, sometimes people put useful design details there instead of on their refs.

One more thing: Don't take Art Fight too seriously! You and everyone else are here to have fun. Don't get hung up on art "quality"--lots of people (including myself) are only doing headshots or sketches. Don't get upset if someone forgets a detail on your character or doesn't draw them quite "right". Don't get hung up on numbers or "ratios" or feel too stung if someone doesn't comment on or revenge something you draw for them. After all, Art Fight is for all types of artists, including young artists who don't fully understand netiquette rules yet, busy adults with full time jobs, people with disabilities that make it hard for them to communicate or hard for them to type or leave them with limited energy... etc. That doesn't mean they didn't appreciate what you drew for them!

Wow, I wrote too much. I should probably stop typing and go draw something for Art Fight before it gets too late in the evening!

TL;DR: Fun art gifting game. Great to rub elbows with other creatives for a month! Feels like an online convention of sorts! A+! Would recommend.

#art fight #art fight 2023 #my 'e' key is going and I am suffering immensely for it #typing is so difficult at the moment #my band aid fix worked for a while but I think I will have to disassemble my laptop #and replace the entire keyboard #man. I usually don't have to do that until the fan starts going out at like the 4 year mark.#but this keyboard situation is really draining my sanity every time I type anything at all #anyway #anon #replies #not an art post #also sorry for not answering messages... been very busy... then art fight started... now keyboard broken...#universe does not want me to answer messages it seems

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ryuichirou · 3 months

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Anonymous asked:

Do you watch other adult swim cartons like moral orel or the venture bros?

Not really, sorry :( Nothing against these shows, I guess we just don’t gravitate towards them. Venture Bros was recommended to us though.

Anonymous asked:

"Nooo Ortho wanted to slurp this one" not a problem at all, i don't mind sharing uwu uhuhuhuh sorry for cursing the askbox so soon too XDDD i couldn't help it

Ah it’s so nice when people share… uwu

No worries btw, every single thing in this blog is cursed one way or another, so it really fits xD

Anonymous asked:

No bc the way your fem idia is just insanely body goals

Omg Anon, thank you?? I don’t think if she should be body goals though, she’s kind of too skinny for her height… she just has a high metabolism genetically I guess, I’m pretty sure any other means of achieving her appearance would be unhealthy...

Anonymous asked:

I never thought about ADeuce in the future, but the idea of them being together without really committing to a relationship makes a lot of sense.

I imagine a similar scenario for Ruggie/Leona. They wouldn't even see eachother that frequently, but they still keep in touch and hook up whenever they do meet. They are not just keeping this up because it's beneficial to them, they actually seem to enjoy eachother's company. It's not anything close to dating, and they would never call it love, but I feel like that's the highest level of commitment you can get from either of them. Also Ruggie would probably spend a lot of time working, leaving the Sunset Savanna quite often. If he sees a chance to bag some extra cash he is not going to let a little distance stop him! Meanwhile Leona is just hanging around the royal court. Has he given up on his plan to help the poor people of his country or is he cooking something? Honestly not even Ruggie knows...

(this is related to the 6th reply from this post)

ADeuce really are a bit annoying like that, but I love them for it. Everyone knows you want to be together, guys. You’re just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn, because you’re too afraid the other party is going to ridicule you for expressing your feelings that both of you are already aware of, because you’ve been sleeping together for years, COME! ON!

Also everything you said about Ruggie/Leona makes sense! Ruggie is too busy and focused on his job(s) to start a family, and Leona is either plotting something or just doing nothing being unmotivated… so whenever they have an opportunity to do so, hooking up sounds logical: why not? It’s definitely not love and not a romantic relationship, but it is a relationship nonetheless… a mutually beneficial one, but also a surprisingly “comfortable” one because both of them are so used to this dynamic that doesn’t require any emotional effort. They’re surprisingly on the same page.

Anonymous asked:

i might have written an OC spanking Riddle once :eyes: usually i just see characters and readers or OCs being spanked by Riddle, but he would be so cute being spanked! teary eyed, confused and flustered, his ass clearly needs attention

(this is related to the 2nd reply from this post)

I know right? For some reason it just works. Maybe it’s because of his backstory and him being so very serious but also so immature, but if you imagine a spanking scenario with Riddle, it’s like… he belongs there lol

Anonymous asked:

About how young was Silver when he and Lilia first started fuckin 🤔 honestly I'm super interested in what those early days would have looked like, and how their first few times would go

Honestly, it depends on whatever route you want to take for any specific post/art/comic/etc, and I feel like with us it’s always a very vague and implied “kind of young”.

We explain it with Lilia having uhh alternative views on parenting, it’s like a mix of him being a fae (turns out, this doesn’t excuse him 😔), him not knowing how children work and him adoring Silver way too much and having too much fun with him. He’s not the best person lol So yeah, Silver was probably way too young to figure out what’s going on, but also this whole thing was a “norm” to him, because it also happened very gradually: the goodnight kisses became more mature, the way they cuddle changed; and with Silver absolutely adoring Lilia, trusting him so much and believing that Lilia only wants what’s best for him, he never had a problem with any of it. Even the first times weren’t too much of a shock to him, especially since Silver considered it to be some special type of training that he really wanted to get good at as soon as possible.

The Zigvolts would’ve been terrified if they found out…….

#replies #lilisil

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fictionplumis · 7 months

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Because the first thing I do in any new fandom is reblog a bunch of art and then immediately think about AUs, and I know pretty much none of my followers know about this new guy I'm obsessed with but c'mon. Go on your app store or the fucking Switch store and do yourself a favor and play Sorcery! and romance the assassin. Anyway, how about a mer!AU for your troubles?

You would think the Analander would be the merperson in this one, since he's the magical one of the two, but nah. It's Flanker, with a sleek dark tail, always a shadow near the shore so he's just close enough to pull lone fisherman and swimmers down into the water for a meal. None who see him survive, and he especially distrusts any sorcerers near the shores, since they're often after something like him for their spell ingredients.

So when some Analander is poking around, well...

He's hungry and a spellcaster is usually useless under the water, too busy trying to struggle for the surface, falling further and further away from their precious stars.

Unfortunately for him, this one has a sword and enough sense to grab for it. Flanker almost drowns them, but then a blade is cutting through the water and it becomes an actual fight in the depths.

And it's fun. Flanker hasn't had a challenge like this in a long time. It's thrilling, up until the damn Analander gets in a good swing, and more after that, until Flanker realizes his mistake and ah, well... Seems like this is the end, this spellcaster will get his ingredients after all.

The Analander doesn't finish him off right away. He goes up for air, then swims back down to grab him and pull him, barely able to resist, up onto the shoreline. And then strangely asks if he speaks Analandish or any of the common hill languages, followed by wondering if he'll be already long enough out of the water for his wounds to be tended to.

Now Flanker isn't a really a "people person" for one of his kind. Most live in schools or pods or whatever, they're social creatures, but Flanker doesn't have one of those. He's pretty much out there himself. It's safer, y'know? Too many of his kind, and people wonder why there are so many disappearances along the shoreline. And he's fine with, Flanker thrives on his own.

Or so he tells himself.

But now he has this Analander sorcerer showing up all the time to sit on the rocks with their feet in the water, trying to talk to him. They bring food, and ramble about their studies, and they even go out there at night to practice their spells or to practice their sword forms during the day.

Flanker could ignore him, but he owes this person his life, technically.

At first he merely gives the sorcerer a glimpse that he exists. Just a flash of a dark tail breaching the water at first, or he'll watch the Analander with just his eyes peeking over the surface of the water, listening...

The Analander is friendly. He always seems happy when Flanker gives him the smallest acknowledgement.

He has a nice voice, too... It's not grating to listen to him ramble, even if Flanker is woefully ignorant about sorcery.

It's a slow process. The Analander knows he's succeed when Flanker cautiously approaches one day, only to duck under the water, grab their foot, and drag them into the water. They come up sputtering and get their first taste of a deep, rich laugh before Flanker ducks under the water and darts off and they realize that he has a sense of humor.

They actually start talking after that, Flanker becoming more and more comfortable propping himself out of the water to talk with his strange new friend. He's stolen some dice off some sailors after watching them play a few rounds of Swindlestones, which is a decent way to pass the time between curious questions passed between the two about their respective people.

No idea what the actual conflict would be but let's face it, I dig the whole we have completely different anatomies, let's explore each other in increasing inappropriate ways.

#sorcery game #flanker sorcery #inkle sorcery!#steve jackson's sorcery #analander

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muzzleroars · 1 year

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Please please share your thoughts on what it would take for V1 and V2 to settle down into rivalry or weird friendship instead of murder. Would Gabriel need to be an intermediate? Would they need to initially meet somewhere else, in a battle that isn't strictly against each other? Would V2 need to take initiative?

I adore your headcanons and your art, they always make my day brighter. Remember to hydrate, and take care of yourself. :)

uuwaahhhh thank you so much you're so sweet!! it always makes me so happy to hear that people enjoy my art and my ideas :') read more as always since i'm going to carry on lol

aaaaa evil siblings v1 and v2!! in this scenario i do think of gabriel as necessary and likely the one that initially finds v2 because v1 seeing it again would immediately cause a nonnegotiable fight regardless of how v2 approaches it. gabriel, on the other hand, knows nothing of v2 but would see that it's a very similar model to v1, and so would prefer to speak to it rather than engage it on sight (plus v2 is one of the few things in hell that doesn't instantly turn hostile upon seeing him, and gabe is likely much more contemplative at this point given the guilt he's working through - it would be nice not to choose killing for once) v2 isn't particularly interested in fighting an angel of his caliber either, not when it's likely gone through massive repairs at that point, is still learning some of its new parts, and wants to be damn sure it's as ready as it ever can be when it inevitably crosses paths with v1 again. so it's tired, it's angry, it's out of place and out of sorts, running on programming to see it through the depths of hell but mind so weighed down by what it's been through that it's in a peculiar state. it's so changed, not what was built so long ago as the perfect v model, some processors stuck on iterating over its need for revenge while others are busy contemplating what peace really is in hell, if there's any order at all to be achieved or if entropy is so far advanced that its directive is meaningless. the answers are obvious, but it continually rejects them and grows ever more exhausted as a result.

so gabriel isn't a welcome sight, but he doesn't attack and neither does v2...he would ask if it's "like v1", sparking two immediate thoughts in v2: it's still recognizable as a v model and gabriel knows v1, meaning he survived it too. if he did, could he have killed it? why doesn't he attack v2 then? the answers to its questions it could have never guessed when he tells it that they're...companions? he's hesitant with that label but v2 wouldn't blame him, what the fuck could that mean??? v1 doesn't make friends, doesn't have companions, v2 saw what its runaway programming has done to it. errored, but worse for it, worse than the war machine it should have been, a monster with an all-consuming mind that deconstructs you in seconds and strips you to raw data. it should have limits but it sees nothing but targets, but blood, but fun for it to have lest its mind rot to rust. and somehow gabriel acknowledges it without a fight, yet he's confident there's more to v1 than all that, that there is some kind of heart in it and v2 feels like it's going INSANE hearing that. gabriel's sure though, sure from what he's seen, felt, knows v1 has made immense effort to be gentle with him - and he sees v2 as its only family, something it should open up to as well so it may not be so alone.

it's a sentimental thought that's destroyed pretty quickly when v1 shows up because it could hear gabriel - it takes about 3 seconds for him to be scruffing both machines and holding them at arm's length so they don't IMMEDIATELY try to rip each other apart. it keeps them both relatively still, although v2 is hurling obscenities and v1 is signing a slew of taunts, so gabriel realizes he's got his work cut out for him…BUT he's determined to make it happen because this truly is v1's last connection to the world it came from. v1 doesn't see the point and v2 thinks it's impossible, but gabriel plays mediator just the same. i think ultimately that earnestness pushes v1 to make some effort if not just to make gabriel happy and for v2 it sees v1 doing so, sees it compromising its own objectives because it…cares. it KNOWS its code is getting super fucked up because of it, but it can actually observe it prioritizing something other than death and war, it's making deliberate decisions to accommodate someone else over itself. it's working hard it, fans blasting as it goes along with gabe's project, giving little affirmative chirps that it'll TRY it GUESSES if it's SO important to him. v2 absolutely teases it for it when it gets the chance, but if it can care so much about gabriel, maybe v2 can make its peace with it too. doesn't hurt that doing so gives its overly burdened mind a little respite too, to make peace after so long. it's not much, but it's a step away from entropy.

#there's a lot to work out still #like you know. v1 being an arm thief.#but i think gabriel's presence would be vital to them bridging any gap #and linking back to what i talked about re gabe and v2:#gabe doesn't really talk to it outside of facilitating this #as v1 and v2 start to get along better he steps back even more #that's the point they become icy due to seeing too much of themselves in the other #v1 has NO clue what the fuck is up with that #gabe does all this work bringing them together and then basically refuses to speak to v2????#and in fact they get kind of??? antagonistic????#WILD what's wrong with them #ANYWAY thank you for this!!!#you take care too anon ^^#cake answers

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pendarling · 10 months

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Run Away

Artist x Commissioner

For Men's Mental Health Month! It's super duper long! I considered making several parts, but I didn't

It had been a week since they last saw Artist kiss someone else.

Their eyes were wide, and their ears red.

Commissioner always had an itching feeling that something was wrong, and there it was. They didn't share the same feelings, it would be fine with them if they had been rejected upfront, but the way they found out was too painful to endure alone.

Of course, that wasn't why he hated leaving his house or watching the next art gallery show anymore. It was bound to happen, and Commisioner always felt it coming. Something was off. Something was wrong. But it came all too soon at a price too high.

Was it punishment?

Their eyes wept for hours until they were drained of it all.

Nothing could hurt them more than seeing someone they loved so deeply find happiness elsewhere.

Commissioner took a stroll out around the forest alone when they spotted her figure alone by a hidden lake on a bench. She was stunning and the most phenomenal piece of art he couldn't buy. She was dressed neatly in an afternoon gown and a parasol.

They thought about approaching Artist and hoping they could go beyond business, but the fine man beside her showed up. They talked for a while, and it seemed friendly at first.

Commissioner meant to leave and try their luck again, but his heart shattered when he leaned in and kissed her.

Who was he?

They were not one for love triangles, and it certainly was none of their business. After all, they were just a customer.

Artist had knocked on their door when a few days had passed since the incident.

They opened it, hurrying to tidy themselves and the home simultaneously, although doubtful they would come in.

They opened the wooden door. "Yes?"

Artist smiled her wide grin with a perfect demeanour. They could see her carry her bag, usually full of all the materials required for her paintings.

"I'm so happy to see you're well, Mr. Commissioner. I was worried you were sick."

They laughed awkwardly but decided the lie would be better than the truth, "I was feeling a bit of a headache. I thought I should just stay home until then."

Artist nodded. "May I come in?"

They stepped away from the door, "of course," Artist walked in and left their shoes neatly by the door, a casual pair of slippers.

Their eyes scanned the room, admiring their taste for decor. "I see you're a huge fan of scenic paintings."

"Oh." They were in love with the idea of having a picture of the outside world; it was like staring out of a window, except every time would just be a still image of perfect weather. Calm and soothing for their soul, usually turned around from the hectic life of fulfilling shares and other family members asking for a bit of their wealth. Greed ran somewhere in their bloodline.

Sometimes staring at a painting was better than going outside. This was proven all too well when they caught Artist kissing...

They shook their head from the awful thought; it had been tormenting them like a nightmare.

"So, uhm..." Artist wiped their hands to the side of their modest dress, a shorter one than most wealthier people would wear out in the countryside. It was only about ankle-length but still kept its frills and had a dark colour. Artists like her don't usually wear dark clothing unless they plan on painting. "I've been meaning to ask, Commissioner. I usually paint all of my customers a complimentary portrait."

"Do you?" They weren't wearing anything nice; they hoped Artist would give them time to change.

"Yes, so if you start to feel any better, maybe I can paint you sometime." She waved a hand at one side of their dining room. "Maybe I can do it here; anywhere nice will work."

Commissioner hadn't heard of such a thing as giving a customer their portrait. "Why?" He meant to ask why he would need to have a painting of himself done, but they couldn't fit all the right words in time before Artist responded.

"Or wherever you want to do it. Whichever is comfortable."

"So... right now?"

Artist paused for a second, "Well, no, not now, if you--"

"No, I'm fine with now if your schedule agrees with it." They stammered a bit near the end. Commissioner was usually talkative but had made it clear he would never cut off Artist when she spoke. His face felt flushed with embarrassment.

They stood for a second. Her thumb lightly tapped her bag, "Okay," Artist nodded, "I don't have all my equipment, but I'll start with just the sketches."

"Great. I'll wear something nice."

Artist organized the soft cushion chair and pillows surrounding it until they got an ideal setting.

Commissioner came downstairs wearing their finest suit—a black suit with a velvet tie and a gold watch. There was only one other occasion when they wore this, the day they received it from a friend to try it on; it's since been hidden in their closet.

Artist placed their final touches and turned around, her eyes examining every intricate detail of the suit. "I like it." She stared up at him, her eyes wide and hands behind her back as they twiddled thoughtlessly.

She was exceptional to Commissioner, so he wouldn't bring up what he saw in the forest. The atmosphere was already calming, so there wasn't a need to stir a problem.

He sat down on the chair and looked around. "A bit dull, isn't it?"

She pushed a stool in front of him and fixed his pose. He sat crossed, shoulders back, head tilted away from her.

His eyes found hers captured as she rested her hands on each side of his face. She stared down. Her eyes held onto his for longer than he expected, her hands thumbing his jawline. Beautiful.

In those few seconds, Commisioner thought they saw something they hadn't seen in a while, regret, shame. To be with him? Alone? That was a possibility, he wasn't aware she had another lover, so if their interactions made her feel that way, Commissioner feared they'd have to stop seeing each other. It hurt when she moved away, with that conclusion crossing her mind.

Artist sat down on her seat, licking her lips and wishing the moment would disappear. "I'll think about all the rest of the background options later," Her hand fiddled with her bag and pulled her sketchbook out. From what they could tell, it was filled with lead and streaks of whispy lines against smooth sheets of paper in confident tones. Artist was one of the most popular of all the artists in the community. The difference was: she was a local, someone everyone could have the opportunity to get to know.

It felt like a privilege to know Artist personally. Though, they had their money to thank. Artist had otherwise never met them at all.

He tried to, at first, bring attention to her when she was gaining traction by buying a lot of her works, mostly so he could keep meeting her with her locks of hair curving around her perfectly sculpted face. It was so mesmerizing to look at her and her work.

Artist's hand worked quickly, glancing up each time at Commisioner's features. Still avoiding eye contact, he couldn't help but smile at her; it was nearly instinctive to do it upon seeing her.

Having Artist come in and show concern for his well-being made him think about her even more.

"So, what do you do with these portraits, Artist?"

"I uhh... I keep them mostly for myself whenever I can." she grinned widely, flicking her hair back once more to see him better. She cleared her throat and returned to her work.

Commissioner could hardly wait to see the process of her work. He still hated that he had to hide from her for so long since it wasn't his fault he found out the way he did. Though things would be much different from now on, Commissioner wondered when they would meet this mysterious third person.

Another silence after, and she asked him a question this time. "Where did you get the suit from? I don't think I've seen you wear it before?"

It was tailored just for them from a friend to attend a wedding they didn't go to in the end. A family issue transpired last year that led to its cancellation, but at least they got something out of it. Commissioner mulled over their planned response. It would be weird to mention weddings now, wouldn't it?

They didn't want Artist to feel anything. Still, the truth was all they had, especially since they had already lied about having a headache earlier. It would do some good to balance it out with reality, then. That, and her questions would keep coming until he shed the whole light on it.

"I got it from a friend."

"As a gift?"

"No... It was for a wedding."

She took a second to look at him, her hand slowing down. "Who was it for?"

Commissioner suspected she was asking for something else in his recounting of the story, but he didn't have a lot to say on the issue. "It doesn't matter. It didn't happen anyways. Too many arguments." A long sigh emptied out from her chest, and Commissioner furrowed their brow. They weren't sure she was also involved in the wedding; she seemed relieved in that last sigh. Perhaps it was just their imagination, but was that sigh for them?

They'd be worried too if their family got into a fight or... were they jealous?

Commissioner had used almost all their strength to slap himself out of his theory. There wasn't a possibility of that, but then again, was Artist kissed on purpose or by accident? He couldn't tell, and his speculation left him forever curious.

Artist stood up and shut their booklet closed. "Thanks. We will pick this up again soon."

Commissioner stood up and nodded in her direction. "I'm glad to hear that."

She left alone, and part of Commissioner begged to follow her home and take her to her doorsteps, kiss the back of her hand and let his eyes wander away. He should've offered her tea if he couldn't do that, but she looked to be in a rush with everything that happened.

He hit the side of the door frame with a fist as soon as she was out of sight. "Dammit!"

…

It was a few more weeks after her return to his home. Some days she brought a new object to add to the background. Today it was a glass teapot. She said it matched his energy. Whatever that meant.

On the other hand, Artist had long bags underneath her eyes and a semi-permanent frown.

He hated to say it, but she looked awful. She was still exquisite in his eyes, but her condition was deteriorating right in front of his face.

She brought a canvas and an easel; every time she came, she'd taken a lot longer at his home; he chalked it up to her wanting to spend more time with him. Not in a flirtatious way, only to finish her piece. Artist was a dedicated painter and always completed her task as soon as she set her mind to it. In a way, though, he found solace and peace; maybe she enjoyed it, too.

Commissioner himself didn't work; he collected taxes from the locals and traded expensive goods to other people like himself. That was as far as business took him. There was no need to flaunt his wealth by owning a massive mansion and hundreds of cars or servants. Commissioner had stayed in a relatively modest home without disturbance near the port.

Artist looked almost dishevelled with every visit. They needed to ask what was wrong if they would get any closer to her, but it felt wrong to intrude in her private life.

"Are you okay?" It slipped out of his mouth accidentally. Sure, Commissioner was thinking about saying it, but it didn't mean they wanted to.

She stopped and looked at him. "No."

He tried to make sense of what he heard, but it was crisper than any word that left her mouth. "I'm... sorry to hear that."

She nodded and dabbed a brush on the palette on her hand. "I am expected to be married soon."

Commissioner sat up straighter, "Are you?" This was the first time he had heard of this; how come no one had told them earlier? Was Commissioner expected just to know all citizen affairs? "Who?" They pressed.

"Some friend of a friend's... nephew's cousin." She smiled painfully and blinked away at her tears etching the corners of her eyes. "But the problem is I am already in love." She continued working solemnly.

It was colder in the room now. Commissioner figured that whoever she loved was likely the same man Commissioner had seen Artist with about a month ago. Of course, if it weren't unacceptable, she wouldn't hide her love for this mysterious person in a secluded area. Otherwise, why else?

Commissioner looked to the floor, disappointed at how far away from the picture they'd become. To Artist, they were just another one of their many customers. Perhaps her favourite was all he would get, but that was all. If Commissioner wanted anything more, it was to see her happy. Unfortunately, not even with all his money could he lend her some insight. "Artist, I didn't know. I wish I could help."

She hummed a reply.

"I don't want to marry him." She mumbled. The best Commissioner could do was mend the situation and offer some comfort.

"Is he handsome, at least?"

She looked back at him, "Not as handsome as you."

His heart beat rapidly; she was bold. Commissioner tried to hide his nervousness from the sudden compliment, he could laugh it off, but that seemed rude, and to say thank you was too formal. He didn't want to ruin the painting, but she seemed even more embarrassed.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"No need to be."

Commissioner couldn't fight the urge to ask more out of her. She found him... handsome? Was it his suit? His confidence had been plummeting for the past few months, so he was happy to hear this, at least after everything.

When she made her exit again that evening, something overcame Commissioner.

It was grief.

He wasn't aware of it at first, but their body nearly collapsed when the signs began to show. The weight of losing her was like death.

He hated that he loved her, and worse, he couldn't do anything about it.

That night he found himself making the final decision to leave town altogether. When push came to shove, all that was left was to force himself to learn to let go. If Artist could find love, then so can he.

There was a moment of hesitation that kept him up all night wondering about the future—some futures with her, and others not.

Tossing and turning brought the new sun emerging from the horizon and the mail at his doorstep.

"I have to confess." Commissioner stared at themself in the mirror as they prepared for the new day. They couldn't possibly let themselves leave her without telling her everything. Not his feelings, no.

His mental state.

It was falling apart just being around her. It would be a shame because she may not ever get to complete the portrait. Even when she did, Commissioner wouldn't see it no matter what. He was wealthy enough. He knew it. So he would request a carriage and ride to a new home in another county as soon as it arrived. There, they'd get a fresh new start. That's what they needed.

Commissioner contemplated on telling Artist. It would be rude not to, but telling them would be difficult.

A new art show was hosted that afternoon. Artist stood proudly by her work. Commissioner fixed their hat and patted their vest. They were all set.

"Artist." They waved her down, and she excitedly bounced over to him. Her hair was pinned up, and she wore a lavender dress with a small flower bracelet.

He sighed. She would be missed dearly by him in his hasty move. It would take a couple of weeks for a few hired personnel to pack all their items for them.

"I see you're feeling better." She smiled. Her sweet lips shined at the light above them. They were tempting. He looked away.

"I uhhh… not exactly. Could I speak to you for a moment outside?"

"Of course!" They walked over to a quieter part of the gallery until they were alone.

Commissioner was hesitant, but he had to pour out his final thoughts before he left. "I'm… leaving."

She didn't reply, her fingers rubbed against her dress, and her brows furrowed with confusion. "What…?"

He took another deep breath and fixed his tie, "I've decided that, for my sake, I should leave town."

"But why, Commissioner?" She grasped onto his rougher hands. He froze up at her, still trying to push away his feelings.

"I'm… Artist I—"

She waited for him to continue.

"I think I love you."

She blinked several times. "Commissioner… you do?"

"I'm sorry. I tried not to." His hands slipped away from hers; he fixed his hat and loosened his collar. It was feeling humid in the room.

"No, don't say that Commissioner. It’s fine if you do…”

“I can’t though, I didn’t mean to tell you…” his plan was already falling apart. She knew enough about Commissioner, so he had to make sure she didn’t know anymore. But the thoughts hidden in the back of his head ached to be heard by anyone besides the house plants Commissioner spoke to on occasion. His only other ears that didn’t judge him.

It wasn’t working.

His eyes turned blurry.

Hold it.

Not now, they forced the pain in their throat back down, but her hands were already on his arms.

The barriers weren’t working. It never did.

When Commissioner first arrived to town, they settled in the small home near a beach to escape their dreaded thoughts. But it followed them like their shadow, they weren’t happy with their family and they weren’t happy here.

‘Why are you being so impossible?’ Commissioner hated sharing their frustrations because it always lead to confusion and humiliation. They were expected to remain stable, because anyone who was rich and powerful was expected to be mentally secure.

Would anyone understand they way they did?

“Commissioner?”

A tear ran down his cheek and she lifted a hand to wipe it away with a worrying expression.

“Sorry.” Commissioner didn’t realize they had begun to cry. It was unlike him, it was a feeling he didn’t like. It was wrong.

Artist pulled Commissioner down toward her shoulder. “You don’t have to apologize.” He had a single moment similar to this, Commissioner realized there wasn’t a reason to keep their emotions captive any longer. Her hands grazed over his back. “Are you okay?” She spoke softly against his ear.

Commissioner shook his head, “no…” his voice cracked and tilted down to her neck. “I’m not.”

Their mother had done the same thing to Commissioner as a child, held them like a baby and kept them close to her chest. It was torturing to just hold onto their emotions tightly, Commissioner assumed the role of maturity too early. They missed being treated softly.

Resign.

Commissioner finally resigned from their position as a stoic man and crumbled under her arms. She gave him calm assurances and ease. It was the first time in a long time that Commissioner let it all out.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Artist saw Commissioner relax into her arms. He thanked her, remnants of some blush still on his face.

“Commissioner?” Artist handed him her handkerchief, he took it gratefully and wiped at his tears. “I have something to tell you. Since we’re… doing this now.”

“Hm?”

“I told you I refused to get married because I was in love with someone else.” She paused and took a small breath. Right, they still had that to deal with. “Well, that person was you.”

Commissioner’s head felt light suddenly. They held their breath for almost too long, and the confession was unexpected.

Their face turned red. “Me? Are- are you sure?” Commissioner’s heart beat rapidly, an anxious look came across their face. How was that possible? How did they miss this?

“Yup! Gosh you were kinda dense, even when I was dropping hints…” Artist returned to her cheerful responses. An air of satisfaction running through her. She took his hands into her own again, “so, Commissioner—“

“Come with me.” He held her shoulder and looked directly at her. Now was their chance to escape at last, from the responsibilities, from the pressure, from the pain.

Artist’s eyes widened, “I can’t! We’ve already made arrangements, I haven’t packed anything.”

“Leave that to me.” Commissioner’s best chance to have Artist was using whatever resources he kept to himself for her. If he could extend his power over, maybe something would come out of it. He would order his servants to take her items as well as his. They would leave together right before she was to be wed.

Freedom. It was in her reach. Right there, in Commissioner’s hand as he held her so gracefully, he looked so confident and sure of his decision. So how could she deny that from him?

She looked to the marble floor, and then back to his eyes. “I want to run away with you, Commissioner.”

…

The carriage stopped behind the tall pale building. The sharp afternoon sun hit the ground and forced Commissioner to squint.

A small figure ran toward them.

“Commissioner!”

He stepped outside and looked at the thin horizon. Artist ran out the back, her bare feet pushing up dirt. She waved an arm above her head where she held onto her tall heels. A huge smile on her face.

He stared at her, she wore her wedding dress, a beautiful long trail following behind her perfect figure. It was just her size. A veil of ribbons glittered underneath the sun, following her out.

In that very second, all Commissioner could think of was his luck. It was always so difficult to find someone who would listen, and he would do the same.

He extended his arms to her, and she jumped right in. Artist was soft; contempt blanketed over him with relief.

“You came” she looked into his eyes and he leaned in. Commissioner reflected back a part of the love she missed, her shyness returned for a second.

“I did.” Their lips met in the middle and as the bells of the church rang they were lost in each other. But still, safe in a new home they created between each other.

“Let’s get out of here, love.”

~~~

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#writings #writing #june #men's mental health #pining prompts #fluff prompt #angst #light angst #hurt/comfort

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Hi there! 🌠

You mentioned Sadie earns a small income off of her photography,

Would Lawrence ever go out to buy one of these photos just to see Sadie again (and be able to claim he's supporting his children's business :D)?

Would Sadie even allow him to buy any of her paintings? I wouldn't put it last her to outright refuse him sale since it's not her main job.

So sorry this is shorter than what I usually write, but I hope you still like it! Maybe I'll write a continuation soon if anyone wants me to continue!! I'm getting some other requests done, I think the next one should be posted tomorrow!! ^^

CW: Past kidnapping, mentions of stalking, female whumpee, parental whumper

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Lawrence wasn't actively trying to seek Sadie out, in all fairness. He was just accompanying a few friends of his to an art fair, since one of said friends just liked going to these things.

He found it mildly entertaining. It was a good way to pass time, and he would occasionally buy a few prints and paintings if he really liked them.

Photography at these shows were rare, so he slowly stopped walking as he saw a stand of photographs. Each and every one looked vibrant, which he admired.

"We're gonna go look over there," his friend told him.

Nodding and not even looking in the direction he pointed, Lawrence replied, "I'll catch up to you."

As soon as they left, he picked up his favorite photo: a photo of the northern lights. Nadia and him planned to have their honeymoon there, and even though the reminder of what he couldn't have left a bitter feeling in his mouth, it was always nice to have something to remember her by.

He also got a photo of a starry night sky, reminded of Marshall, and decided to get that for him (even if he knew realistically he wouldn't care for it).

Lawrence didn't have much of a line to wait in, only two people in front of him. He looked down at the two prints, smiling to himself. He made a mental note to take Marshall stargazing tonight. He was sure he was making enough progress to trust him.

When he got to the front of the line, he looked up from the photos in his hand to see a familiar face.

His eyes widened. Hers did too, except twice as large.

"Sadie," Lawrence breathed.

"No... no, no, nonono..." She backed up into the wall behind her, looking like a deer in headlights. She seemed too stunned to move, judging by how she just stood there.

Honestly, Lawrence was just as shocked. He blinked, then took a quick glance around to make sure no one was within earshot. There was a single woman browsing, so he knew he'd have to stay calm about this.

"It's nice to see you again, buddy. I had no idea you were into photography," Lawrence observed. He didn't like how fearful she looked of him, as if he hurt her. He could understand Nathan's fear, but he never hurt Sadie! Not physically, at least.

...not like he really got a chance to anyway, given she ran away relatively quickly.

She took a deep breath, eyes darting around the area as if looking for an escape. Lawrence wouldn't stop her if she tried, knowing how strange that'd look. He kept his smile for the sole purpose of trying to calm her down and not arouse suspicion.

"...what are you doing here?" she finally asked. She had a look that was a mixture of anger and horror.

He kept his seemingly innocent grin. "I had no idea you were here, kiddo, I swear. I was just coming by with some friends and then saw these pictures-- great work, by the way-- and decided to buy them. So..." He slid them on the desk.

She stared at the two prints for a moment, then back at him. "There's no other motivations here?"

With an amused snort, Lawrence said, "I can assure you, I'm not your stalker or anything. It's been almost two years, hasn't it? I've gotten over it. Have you, though?"

"Whatever. That's one hundred." She grabbed a plastic bag from underneath the table and put the two prints in it. She waited for Lawrence to hand over the money before giving him the bag.

Lawrence knew she overpriced them on purpose, but he didn't argue with it, they were worth the price because they held a new meaning to him now, as not only a reminder of old times, but as something Sadie made. He felt like it was poetic, in a way.

Honestly, this whole moment seemed poetic to him. Like fate was trying to tell him not to give up on Sadie. He still had no idea if he was going to take advantage of this opportunity or not.

Sadie's expression turned more annoyed than anything. "You're holding up the line."

He glanced behind him to see the same woman who was browsing now behind him. He smiled. "So I am. Have a good day, Sadie. I'm so proud of you."

In response, she just cringed.

On the way out, he grabbed her business card containing all her contact info and the name to her website... to support her business more, of course. He'd be making himself a regular customer from now on.

He also wondered if Marshall would like a sibling.

#answered ask #lawrence oc #sadie oc #i'm so sorry this is so short and took so long T-T

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Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Twelve

Warning: god stuff and cute stuff

A/N: i got feelings for this gif dont look at me

Chapter Eleven | Chapter Thirteen

Marc is a quiet person and very intense. Steven is talkative and full of information. Jake is charming and blends well anywhere he goes. Marc is very estranged. You guess it makes sense given he has a mental condition where he dissociates himself so much another is used to take over a situation; or at least that's how you understand it? Still learning.

Steven did not push the idea of you having to be romantic with his brothers (you like how they are brothers, it's sweet), he only asks you to try to be patient with them.

Jake rarely comes out and when he does, Jake is busy with his cab driving job. He has talked to you a few times, flirting and teasing you for how most of it goes over your head. You can fingers guns your way into Steven's heart but you don't understand when someone is making moves on you.

Marc is different. Marc and Steven have a schedule of who fronts when. When Steven was on "holiday" it was truthfully Marc's turn to front. You are the talkative one with Marc, (with Steven he learned he can be talkative with you) and he appreciates it. The silence broken by an odd joke referencing something or a random fact you learned.

In the Spring you met Steven the bus rider. Late Spring, you start dating and meet Jake the scary tío cab driver. In the Summer, Marc Spector. Midsummer, Steven opens up to you. It is Fall now, a new semester will start and you are getting close (you hope) to the others who share the body of a man you have come to care for.

Today he seems to be trying to engage with you.

You stare at your painting of the diner from last week. "(Name)."

"Huh? Or right! Yeah this neon palette is nice but most people use it on scenes like this." Explaining to Marc why you chose pastel rather than neon colors for lights. Your hands are covered with pastel oils.

It was Marc who asked to see your art piece you complained about over text while Steven was away on "holiday". You gave up on it until Marc saw it in your closet hidden away under a cloth sheet.

He only looked in there to help you find your phone (still missing). You prepped it up showing him the unfinished now closer to finished piece.

"It's easy on the eyes…" Marc is not an artist.

"I'm glad!" You just like pretty colors.

He stands behind you moving close, his weight slightly heavy on your back; you instinctively want to lean towards him. Steven's scent lurks as if reminding you of how much you love the man– Alter? Person?. "This one." His finger pointing to the old woman in the background, "Why so much detail if she isn't in the forefront?" You have to stop your brain from thinking about kissing Steven to remember why you did that!

Oh, man you got it bad.

"Because everyone in this scene has their own story, thus their own importance."

"Ah." You can't help but appreciate him trying to be involved. "I can see why Steven likes you."

It's nice to know he likes you too.

"Do you like me?"

You aren't expecting him to kiss, kiss, fall in love with you! You hope however he likes you as a friend.

"Hm, you're alright."

You groan rolling your eyes at how that sounds like your dad's way of saying he loves you too. "You're meh."

He is laughing, amused at the way you shrugged and pretend to be unbothered.

Your phone is going off on vibrate mode on the couch as you start listing what is "meh" to you about him. "Got this Bats' brooding face like grr." Mimicking his face. The playful nature you have is the first thing Steven loves about you. Next is how hyper you always seem to be like an energizer bunny. Talkative, where Steven is expert on Egyptology you are a jack of all random information.

"I act nothing like that." Marc rolls his eyes as you pretend to be him.

"I act nothing like that." Dropping your voice to horribly match his.

The second time your phone goes off you are pretending to be Marc Spector, grumpiest of the grumps.

The third time, he and you are having a conversation about family. You feel terrible for Marc, Steven let you in at a point about the trauma but to hear it from the man who was abused. "Why do I feel safe around you?" Marc is staring at you with hardened dark brown eyes.

The fifth ring, you were busy having a tongue in your mouth and hands on your hips. Both breathing hard and covered with oil pastel.

"Shit," There is blue and pink all over his shirt, "No wonder why Steven finds this hot." Your handprint is all over his shirt.

"There's edible paint– Oh– I can ah get next time." Neither of you will go too far but you know there are going to be hickeys all over your neck. Marc is going to have to live with a ruined shirt.

Meanwhile…

Shai provides a scroll of a new report on ever shifting fates. Anubis nearly ignored it but knew than to ignore a report of changes fates and new destinies to be written. After losing your dad, a good man, by the hands of those foolish followers of a fake Ammit; Anubis had returned to the underworld to speak with Shai. Many of the Gods once in slumber by choice have awoken, Harrow's betrayal and the damaging of the Gathering Place Of The Gods, most returned to slumber while others retook avatars to explore this new world.

Anubis does not like it. Too cynical, too lost, too materialistic. There is no sense of life in this world.

Not to mention the avatars these days are nothing like the quality they were before… Mortals who can peer into the realm of the Divine.

The gift to see the Gods is rare and during the time the Gods stood proudly and with a plethora of worshippers at their disposal, those with sight like yours are made avatars. As the age of Gods began its decline as war and conquest, Christianity and Atheism, expansion of technology; those with the ability to naturally see the Gods were sparse.

Anubis would have wanted to claim you as an avatar, but you were young and inexperienced. Your heart is unbalanced with rage inside. He saw it, so much weighing it down. Such hearts are common in this world.

Nothing that once held importance holds no importance, mortals live as if their lives are temporary and have no value.

Explains the heroes they have in this age.

The Heroes of this world are not of the same caliber nor mortal standing as those long ago.

Those like Punisher are quickly called heroes, to Anubis they are no better than Khonshu. Khonshu and his crusade of taking Vengeance, using a broken man's mind.

Moon Knight, once were avatars who were feared and respected. Khonshu once had honor and respect. The banishment changed the God who was forced to live on the cold and distant moon; forced to only observe, never to interact with the mortals he swore to protect.

Reading the hieroglyphics of Shai's report, Anubis doesn't like this. He already caused you to suffer twice by causing your parents to die, the symbol of the scales are forever tainted by Ammit.

"Is there another path available?"

Shai says nothing as they point to sand around them shifting yet the pattern before them stays the same.

"This fate can no longer be delayed then. Thank you for your service, Shai."

Returning from the Underworld, his avatar stares lifelessly at the wall. Long ago, Set had put Anubis' avatar into a lobotomized state. The price of challenging a God of his strength, as he put it. Anubis can use the body for life still flows through it, yet the avatar's mind is lost to him completely.

The point of an avatar is only for them to be an extension of their God but to give insight to their God. Set has blocked such a path for Anubis.

Once the god of Chaos is sealed away, Anubis will free the avatar of their service and fleshly prison, their heart weighed and soul sent to the field of Reeds.

Entering the mortal realm, Anubis immediately starts calling you from your father's phone. He took it before the police came and found his body. Five times he called and all went to voicemail. He sent a text doing his best to not cause panic but inform you to meet him at the diner immediately. All while sounding like your father.

The Underworld God can only hope they haven't gotten to you yet. The corruption of Set's influence using Ammit's image runs deep, those who were not in Cairo still hold strong to the belief she lives.

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