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blooming-violets · 1 year

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[Under the Silver Lake, Sam x Fem!Character]

Summary: Sam relocates after the events of UtSL and stumbles into the life of a new, captivating woman with an enticing profession. He can’t seem to keep his eyes off her.

Warnings: 18+ smut, panty stealing, voyeurism and masturbation, porn making, use of the word “cunt” (I know some people don’t like that word so adding it to the warnings), mentions of a graphic suicide

A/N: Merry Christmas, @squiddtheekidd here’s some Sam smut for you. Kind of. He doesn’t actually fuck anyone in it. Except for himself. Sorry for the spoilers. ily I didn’t intend for this to be posted on Christmas but it happened that way and I can’t stop it. Santa has me on the naught list.

His new apartment was about half the size of his last one and lacked the artistic charm.

Four, stark white walls with light gray laminate, fake hardwood flooring and zero furniture. A vacant, rectangular void created to purge a person of all their quirks. Whoever thought gray floors and white minimalism should be the new trend deserved to be tarred and feathered. Most of the furniture at his old place came with the apartment. He had to sell the rest of his belongings when he left. Apparently when you don’t work or make any money, landlords don’t take it well when you can’t afford rent. In a last ditch effort to avoid homelessness, he sold nearly everything he owned and grabbed the first cheap place he could find.

That’s what Sam did best.

Like a parasite searching for a new host, he sought out someplace fresh to sink his teeth into and drain of life.

At least the skunk smell had finally worn off. That was a shining positive he couldn’t ignore.

One week spent at this apartment and he had only acquired an old, leather couch he found on the side of the road which he paid two homeless men five dollars to carry upstairs for him. One couch and a trash bag full of his dirty clothes was all that he possessed. As he stared at the crumpled bag sitting across from him, Sam took a deep breath and pushed himself off his ass. He might as well take advantage of the laundry room this building had.

The bag slung over his shoulder like a disheveled, depressed Santa Claus as he shuffled into the basement. The overhead light flickered a few times before finally illuminating the large room with a persistence, static humming sound. The smell of musty mildew hit his nose. There were four old washers against the far back wall and a row of dryers opposite them to match. A, once white, now yellowed ironing board was set up next to washers and a wooden bench, missing a few slats across the seat, was perched next to it all. It wasn’t much but neither was he.

Sam flipped his bag upside down to dump the pile of clothes into the wash. After putting in his cheap detergent, he attempted to turn on the machine, only to find none of the buttons working.

“Come on, you piece of shit,” he grumbled, slamming his fist against the side.

“That one doesn’t work.”

A scratchy, feminine voice filled the empty space behind him. Sam turned around, already putting a dazed smile onto his scruffy face, as he sought his sights on the woman. She was standing in the doorway with a purple laundry basket tucked under her arm. She looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t quite place her.

“It’s supposed to have an out of order sign on it but the asshole kid from 3B thinks it’s hilarious to take it off.” She sighed, walking in further to claim a spot by the washer at the end of the line. “He also thinks it’s funny to stick gum under door knobs so watch out for that.”

Sam nodded, looking down at his feet, finding it hard to make eye contact with her, “Oh…okay. Thank you.” He started pulling handfuls of his clothes out of the broken washer to relocate them to the one next to hers. “I just moved in right next to 3B so I have a feeling I’ll be at the mercy of his attacks. I hate it when kids are assholes.”

“You moved into 3A? You must have gotten it for dirt cheap then.”

He blinked. The apartment was a lot cheaper than anything else on the market but he never thought to ask why.

Like she was reading his mind, she continued, “Yeah, the guy who lived there last, blew his head off with a sawed off shotgun. The thing is, though, was that he did it during the Fourth of July fireworks so no one heard the gunshot. Guess he was an old veteran or something. PTDS, probably. Anyway, his body laid there for the entire month. No one noticed he was dead until rent was due. By then his body was all gross because of the heat. Congealed and shit. He was starting to liquify. There were millions of flies everywhere. The smell was awful but, of course, no one does shit in this building to fix things. We thought it was a dead raccoon for a while until the smell got worse. They had to scrape him off the floor and his brains off the wall. No matter how hard they cleaned, they couldn’t get rid of the stains. I heard they threw some laminate tiles over the hardwood and painted over the walls to hide the red.”

Sam grimaced at the imagery she was providing him with. Now that he thought about it, the apartment did smell weird. Smells weren’t something he typically took much notice of though.

“But you get it for cheap so that’s a plus! Death for one person means financial help for another.” She flashed him a cheery smile, not at all bothered by the death talk.

“Why do you think I need financial help?” He asked.

She snorted and raised her brows like it was obvious, “You’re doing laundry out of a trash bag, moved into a blood covered apartment, and look like you haven’t slept in about two weeks.”

He chuckled to himself, “Okay, you’re right. I’m poor.”

“Who isn’t struggling out here? Welcome to LA. It’s a land of struggle and failure.” She bent over to put the last of her things into her washer and glanced up at him. A wave of perfectly sculpted hair fell over her right eye to block off half of her face from his view.

“Veronica Lake,” he whispered.

Her brows pulled together in confusion, “Excuse me?”

Sam cleared his throat and felt the back of his neck heat up in embarrassment, “Sorry, sorry. You just…you looked like Veronica Lake for a minute. You’re hair. My, uhm, my mother used to watch a lot of old movies. Veronica Lake was famous for her hair. It was straight at the top and wavy at the bottom and would cover one of her eyes. When you leaned over just then, your hair looked like that. Elegant and old fashioned and perfect…”

Her piercing eyes bore into him. He struggled to read her thoughts but that wasn’t unusual. He always struggled to read women. He couldn’t tell if she was insulted or charmed by his strange observation. Either way, he made a mental note to go home and jerk off to The Blue Dahlia later while thinking about her. She was beautiful. And so familiar. Not because her hair resembled the old Hollywood actress but for something else.

“Hey, are you planning on hanging around for a while?” She asked, ignoring his vacant stare as he struggled to remember her face.

He shrugged, “I guess so. I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

“Want to do me a huge favor? I have a work appointment in twenty minutes. If you could pull my clothes out and throw them in the dryer when you switch over yours, that would be amazing.”

He nodded again, unable to say no to a pretty face, and gave her a smile, “Yeah, no problem.”

“Cool, thanks!” She flipped her perfect hair over her shoulder and picked up her empty basket. “I’ll see you around, 3A.”

“Sam,” he managed to call after her. “My name is Sam.

The sound of the washer’s alert buzzing jerked him from his sleep. Sam wiped the drool from his chin and blinked around, trying to remember where he was. He must have dozed off on the wooden bench. He didn’t remember falling asleep but he pushed himself off the hard seat with a deep groan. The back of his neck was killing him from his head flopping to the side while he napped.

Her machine had finished before his.

Sam looked around the empty basement and wondered what kind of work appointment she had to attend. What did she do for a living? How old was she? Did she have a boyfriend? He wondered what apartment she lived in. She was pretty, whoever she was. He wanted to run his hands through her wavy, Veronica Lake hair. The image of her head snapping back as he wrapped a fistful of those soft waves into his fist and drove his cock into her wet pussy flashed through his brain like a strike of lightning. He gave a sleepy smile. He wanted to fuck her. At least he had a goal now. He didn’t like feeling aimless and floaty. He needed to have something to do to keep his mind busy. Hopefully she would be that thing.

He pulled open the washer and scooped out an armful of her wet clothes then walked over to the nearest dryer to toss them in. This would give him Good Boy Points in her eyes. She would be pleased he was helping her out and doing as she asked. Maybe he could get a blowjob as a reward. If he knew what apartment she lived in he would even be willing to hand deliver all her dried clothes when they were finished. Fuck, he’d even fold them for her if she asked. It wasn’t like he had any money to spend on her. In order to win her over to his side, he’d have to charm her instead.

Another washer buzzed to signal that his clothes were finished as well. He scooped them up and dropped them into the dryer directly next to hers. Then he stood back and watched the hypnotic swirling motion as her clothes tumbled in circles through the heat. Round and round and round. So much purple and black. His drier resembled more of a mismatched rainbow of colors. Her’s felt darker and more mysterious.

A devious thought popped into his head then.

Sam sought his sights to the door. He couldn’t hear anyone coming and he was clearly alone. He quickly pulled open her dryer. The clothes came to a stop, sticking to the walls. Sitting directly on the top of a damp, black blouse was a simple, lavender thong. It was practically calling out to him. His eyes darted to the door once more before snatching it from the pile and shoving it deep into his sweatshirt pocket.

This was fine. This was okay. She wouldn’t notice one piece of underwear missing. She’d probably just assume the washer ate it. He lost his clothes all the time.

Sam stepped back, despite weighing next to nothing, the thong felt heavy as a rock in his pocket. His fingers slipped over the fabric. It was damp and cold, the heat from the dryer already evaporating. He wished he had stolen it before it got washed. He could have smelled her scent clinging to it. That was alright, he could make do with what he was given. The familiar, uncomfortable ache in his crotch returned. He tried to adjust the front of his jeans to better accommodate his stiffening manhood. Just merely possessing a part of her was enough to get him hard. He had to walk it off.

Despite nearing the beginning of Autumn, California weather remained the same. It was comfortably warm and sunny outside. The afternoon sky was a deep blue as he aimlessly strolled around his new apartment building. He hadn’t done much exploring yet. Not that there was much to explore. His mystery woman’s thong stayed laced through his fingers, hidden in the safety of his pocket, as he walked. His thumb ran over the small piece of fabric that covered her most intimate parts. It would have rubbed over her cunt anytime she moved. He pretended that he was fingering her tight folds instead of an article of damp clothing. He wondered what she would look like with her legs spread just for him.

A guttural moan stopped him dead in his tracks. Sam had wandered around to the back side of the apartments. Nothing but desert hills stood behind them. His ears perked up in the hopes of hearing that familiar noise once more.

A low, feminine whine, followed by a whimper, and then the sound of a man’s shuddered sigh.

He would know those noises anywhere. Someone was fucking.

Sam took a few steps back away from the building wall and casually inched closer to the source of the noise. Someone’s window was open. When he finally located the culprit, his heart leapt into his throat. The blinds were left wide open, probably due to there being nothing in the back of the building, and the window was open halfway so the intoxicating noise floated out to fill his ears. It was his laundry room girl. His Veronica Lake haired beauty. She was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, facing the window, between the legs of a toned, muscular man. They were both stark naked. He had her legs hooked on either side of his so he could keep them pried open. His fingers were buried deep inside of her soaking pussy. Even from the quick glance he got through the window he would tell how wet she was. The couple were sitting directly in front of a camera that was aimed and filming their every move.

Sam gulped, his erection springing to life with a force even he wasn’t used to. He stumbled back away from the window and ducked behind the nearest, half dead palm tree. If he wasn’t so skinny it would have been obvious where he was hiding but, luckily, he managed to fit nicely behind the trunk.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself.

They were filming a sex tape. Or a porn. Or livestream. Or something. This was her “work appointment”.

And then it hit him.

He knew exactly where he had seen her face before. She appeared in a porn he watched ages ago, the summer after he graduated highschool, when he still lived with his mom. Someone had been handing out vhs tapes at an underground party he once attended. He remembered thinking it was weird that someone was still using vhs. He took the mystery tape, of course. He never turned down free shit. He had to dig up an old player from a pile of junk in his mother’s garage to watch it.

The video started with a black and white title screen labeled “The Vampire’s Kiss”. It was done in the style of an old Hollywood movie. That would explain her hair style. She was embracing her niche role. She had worn a long, sheer nightgown and pretended to be asleep when a man with fangs crawled through her window. It was a silent film cued with title cards of vague, written dialogue to push the loose plot along. She was tied up by her nighttime stalker, her dress torn from her, and her body crudely displayed to the audience as the vampire sucked her blood. It looked real, too. Well, as real as an old style film could. She looked like she was really bleeding and that man was really drinking from her neck. Sam remembered jerking off to her black and white pussy almost every night that year. It wasn’t until his mother caught him one evening that she hit him over the head with a broom handle and forced him to throw out such filth. He moved out the next month but, sadly, lost the tape forever.

It was strange to see her in color now. This new film seemed to be much different than whatever pornographic art she made in the past. This looked less artistic and more straightforward. He wished he could remember her name. He peeked out from behind his tree to watch her work. The man was still fingering her. To be honest, he didn’t seem very good at it, but she was acting like it was the best thing she ever felt in her life by the way she was moaning. Sam could do better. He could make her really moan. None of this fake porn shit. He could make her scream if he wanted to.

Before he knew it, his jeans were unzipped and his cock was wrapped around her thong as he used it to pleasure himself. That should be him in there. He should be the one with her.

She shoved her partner’s hand away from between her legs and made him stand up. Sam watched as she better positioned him in front of her camera as she fell to her knees. The moment she opened her mouth to receive his massive dick, Sam slumped against the spiky tree bark as his knees went weak. He wanted to remember every single detail. This would go straight into his spank bank for the next few months. He had never been treated to such a live show before.

She looked remarkably like an expert at sucking a cock. Happy, even, like the feeling of her mouth being stuffed was everything she could have wanted. The man’s moans helped cover the tiny squeaks of pleasure coming out of his own mouth. He furiously beat his meat into her panties as he watched. She was such a little whore. Her long hair was tossed back and cascading down her smooth back. Her ass was sticking out from between her legs. It looked in desperate need of a face buried between her cheeks. Her entire body was responding with such vigor to the simple act of having a cock her mouth. It was like nothing he had witnessed. No woman had ever been that excited to give him a blow job before. Not even the ones he had paid to act enthusiastic. Her hands toyed with the base of the man’s cock and fondled his balls as she swallowed him whole. Sam nearly tumbled to the ground when he watched her hold the man’s cock against his stomach as she slowly licked up the veiny underside of his long shaft. Then she shoved him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She was completely in charge of this show. She called all the shots.

Her leg swung over his head and she arched her back as she lowered her dripping cunt onto his face. Her ass was perfect. Porn worthy perfection. She clearly chose the right profession. The noises she made the second his tongue dove deep inside of her were the most erotic thing Sam had ever heard. She bent down to resume her hungry need for his cock. This woman took to sixty-nining like a duck to water. A natural.

Her hips ground against his face. His mouth was full of her glistening, juicy pussy. She only sucked on his cock for a moment before she let out a whimpered moan. Her back arched as she rolled her hips faster against his mouth.

“Oh, I’m close,” she gasped. “I’m…oh…I’m…cumming!”

It was like he was watching a Goddess of sexuality emerge and blossom before his very eyes. Her orgasm was true magic. Naked and spread open on top of the toned man’s face, her body spasmed. Her wet, syrupy pussy crushing his head into the pillows. She tried to hold in her squeal of pleasure at first but nothing she could do could ever stop it from bursting from her lungs. Her entire body moved with rhythmic energy. Her eyes squeezed close almost as if she was in pain but the euphoric expression that softened her features proved the opposite.

Sam thought that would be the thing to push him over the edge. His balls felt tight and ached for a release. He could have finished then and quickly scurried off like the rat that he was but he held strong. The moment her orgasm subsided, she dived straight back to the man’s cock like she was positively ravenous for it. He never stopped licking at her pussy despite her orgasm, clearly helping to fuel her sudden greedy obsession with stuffing her mouth. She took him so deep down her throat. He was a large man and she swallowed him straight to the base, even giving off perfect gagging sounds as she did. She was a master of her craft and Sam was in love.

She gasped for breath as she pulled up from the depths back to the surface. A thick string of saliva connected her lips to his meaty head. His entire shaft was coated in her glistening spit. Her hands took up the stroking motion the second her mouth left so he was never unattended. She knew how to take her man. If that was Sam, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back. He would have shot his load down the back of her throat without a second thought but this man was more controlled than he could ever be. She took him back into her mouth after catching her breath, deep throating his entire cock. A flash of her eyes towards the window caught him off guard.

Sam froze.

She was looking straight at him. Not at the camera. At him.

He was caught. A deer in the headlights. He hadn’t even realized he was no longer hidden behind the safety of the tree. At some point, he had stepped out to get a better view. Now he was in full view of her window, his cock in hand and wrapped around a pair of her stolen underwear, as he was clearly furiously jerking off to her spectacle.

She paused for just a moment. Not enough to be noticed by her partner but to be noticed by Sam. With her mouth still stuffed, her lips curled into a smile. She held perfect eye contact with him as she bobbed her head back down on the man’s cock. Her hips grind harder against his face and another, smaller orgasm bursts through her body. She shivered, convulsing slightly, but not breaking eye contact. She knew he was watching and it only turned on her. It was Sam’s presence that caused her second orgasm.

He wasn’t just in love. He wanted to worship her like the Goddess she was. He would follow to the ends of the earth. He would lay down his life at her feet. He would be her slave for the rest of time if she’d allow it.

Her head plunged down again, the connection between them breaking. She was a wild cock sucker. The man under her could hardly keep up. His cheeks glowed from her gushing cunt coating his skin. She rode his face like she was nearing death and it was the only thing keeping her alive. She was aiming for orgasm number three. Sam could sense it. He only had her in his life for less than an hour and he was already learning her signs. Her animalistic sounds of pleasure filled his ears. He didn’t even care to hide it anymore. He was openly watching her now. In all his years of being a porn connoisseur, he had never witnessed anyone quite like her.

Her sneaky eyes were on him again. She was watching his hand, watching her underwear be used as a synthetic pussy, watching how he pleasured himself for her. It was as if she was urging him to cum with her. The three of them together. Her lips popped off her partner’s member as her body began the third spasm of the night. Her eyes stayed on Sam as she came. Her mouth hung open.

“Cum for me,” she whispered.

The man thought she was talking to him but Sam knew the truth as he read her lips. She was ordering him to cum. As her partner’s cock burst to life, spurting thick, gushing rockets up onto her chest, she broke her eye contact to quickly lean down to capture it in her willing mouth. His swollen cockhead snuggled between her lips as she drank his essence. At that moment, Sam pictured her mouth around him instead. He could practically feel her warm, wet tongue swirling around him.

And he came for her.

Breathy gasps and strained moans, he emptied himself into her stolen underwear, milking himself for every drop he had to give her. His semen was all for her. Her prize for being so good to him. He closed his eyes and imagined shooting it onto her face. He watched it drip slowly down her cheeks, her tongue darting out to lick up whatever morels she could reach, and he would lean down to crash his lips onto hers. He would hold her tightly in his arms and kiss her with the kind of passion he hadn’t shown to any woman since his ex left him for another man. He didn’t even know her name but he knew he would have her. She would be his.

Sam’s eyes blinked open. The bright, sunny afternoon felt a little more colorful than it had earlier. He held up her soiled underwear for her to see before slipping it back into his pocket. That belonged to him now. It was no longer hers.

He zipped his softening cock back into his jeans and turned to leave without giving her a second look. He could feel her eyes following him until he left the sight of her window. A smile danced on his face.

She would be the one to find him. He showed her his hand of cards and now it was her turn to play. She could choose to take him if she wanted. He was hers for the taking.

She knew exactly where he lived.

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I have zero idea what kind of audience Sam will bring, if he’d bring in any at all, but this was fun regardless. I love that stinky freak.

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reidslovely · 1 year

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Casual (Sam UTSL x Fem! Reader)

Pairing: Sam (Under the Silver Lake) x Fem! Reader Content Warning: Smut 18+. Oral sex female receiving, arguing, low-key gaslighting(?), ambiguous ending. Authors Note:This may flop. Oh well. I know you guys are still expecting the last chapter of That’s the Price..it is coming I (loosely) promise! I’m about to start working on it after this. As always please reblog and leave a comment if you want love you! Also please don’t be upset I use tasm hashtags I’m just trying to put it out there sorry.

Her feet were placed on the dashboard of the mustang, heels tossed on the floorboard and her dress bunched around her hips. “Does it go back any further than this?” (Y/N)’s voice came out slightly more annoyed than she had intended. Sam, who was knee deep in floorboard, fumbled around under the seat trying to push the passenger seat back further.

“It should. I’m trying okay.” He bit back bitterly

“I wasn’t complaining, I just worry ab-”

“My leg is..” Her body slammed back as the seat went all the way back as he spoke. “...fine. No flare up in months.” Sam mumbled, kissing her inner thigh. His stubble tickling the soft skin there, (Y/N) rested her head back against the headrest. She just wanted to relax. The day, Sam included, had been so draining. From an early morning meeting, to the coffee burn on her thigh from a painful spill, and not to mention the sudden dinner with Sam’s mom that gave her no time to shop. She hadn’t had any time to stop and breathe.

She gasped as Sam pressed a soft kiss to the red burn mark on the top of her thigh. “You need to be more careful.” He laughs before dragging his lips down her thigh to her cunt. His nose pressed against her clit as he breathed her in.

“I need to find a job that isn’t just me getting coffee for old white men.” She says waiting for him to move.

“I’ll put you in my movie.” He said licking a long strip up her slit, his tongue circling against her clit for a few seconds before wrapping his lips around it. The conversation may as well have poured out of her ears word by word, she couldn’t think of a response. Her hands reached down to grab his hair pulling at the brown locks. Her eyes closed, her mouth dropping open as he continued licking and sucking at her clit like he had never been here before. His mouth traveled further down, his tongue dipping in her wetness, his nose pressed against her clit. The pressure pulled a low, tired moan from her. Her hand pulled at his hair harder, as she held back a laugh. Sam's eyes looked up at her, she knew he had a smile on his face, she could feel it against her.

He pulled his mouth off of her, his middle finger creeping its way into her. “Don’t you think you look a little pathetic? You're spread out like a whore in the car, behind a restaurant anyone could come out and see us.”

Sam spoke with his normal cadence, low and monotone. But the way he looked at her drew her in, it was something so dirty like this would be their best kept secret. He acted as if this was the most public place they had ever done something like this.

Pumping another finger into her, he smiled his head dropping against her thigh watching himself finger fuck her. “You’re so close huh? You wanna cum?” (Y/N) nodded her head, swallowing her moan as he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit rubbing slowly.

(Y/N) came around his fingers with a small moan, her eyes closing and her head dropping to the side. “Fuck” They both breathed out, Sam pulled his fingers out of her licking his fingers clean before digging in the glove compartment for a tissue. She took it from him, starting to clean herself up. “How was that?” He asks, “You look less tense now.” He laughs crawling over her and into the driver side. (Y/N) nodded her head, turning to look at him with a smile as she reached over to kiss him. It was a quick peck before he grabbed her panties from her hand, shoving them in the glove box.

Regardless of what had just happened, and however he looked at her in the moment, the rush of what they really were washed back over her.

“Casual..we’re just casual.”

Was his response this morning when she asked if this dinner meant they were exclusive now. Hearing those words fall out of his mouth filled her with less upset and rage then filled her now. A hot feeling of either embarrassment or heat rushed through her chest, and suddenly she felt like she was a puppy being used to make a Hollywood starlet look better.

Turning her body away from him she put her shoes back on, wishing she had her underwear to make her feel less bare.

“You okay?”

He asked, his clean hand reaching out to brush hair off her face. “You look like you’re gonna be sick.” (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat and put on a smile placing an undeserving, yet loving kiss on his palm.

“I’m fine.” She responded, opening the car door and stepping out. She fixes her dress, checking herself in the reflection of the car door, before walking around to meet Sam. Putting on a good face she took her hand in his and leaned against him as they walked around to the front of the restaurant. “She’ll like you.” Sam says his hand on her forearm. “Doesn’t matter if she does.” (Y/N) shrugs, her hand rubbing the fabric of his jacket. “If we are just casual it doesn’t matter.” “I..” Sam starts his sentence thinking of what to say. “God. You literally take everything to heart, I didn’t mean it like that. You should know.” He rants, the annoyance in his voice prominent. (Y/N) huffed, pulling her arm out of his starting to walk away. Sam grabbed her arm gently, turning her to face him, his hands finding her face.

“No, no that’s not what I meant, I'm sorry.”

“I don’t wanna know what you meant.” She yells at first, lowering her voice as the sentence goes on. “Okay, you’ve done this all week. You tell me how much you like me, how much I have improved your life. But then you turn around to your loser fucking friends and say that we aren’t going anywhere and we are just casual. Your friends don’t even know my actual name, but I’m meeting your mom? Make it make sense Sam, because I’m really fucking lost. I have clothes at your place, I literally spent an hour looking for my favorite bra today at my apartment and I couldn’t find it. Do you know why I couldn’t find it? Because it’s in your dresser, at your apartment where we cook together, I clean for you, we’re we share a bed but no of course we are just casual.”

Once it started there was no plugging the feelings back up, she hadn’t cried like she thought she would. She didn’t even really have time to process what she was feeling until the words had left her mouth. The two traded dumbfounded looks, neither knowing what to say. “I didn’t know-”

“That I knew?”

Sam nodded, his hands dropping to her shoulders rubbing softly. “Or that you felt that way..I just thought you..we..didn’t want anymore than what we had. You never said anything, had you told me.”

(Y/N) could have screamed, it was like he wasn’t hearing her. “I have been telling you, for weeks.”

“Not explicitly, I can’t pick up on your weird girl hints. I thought you were just leaving stuff at my apartment to leave it.”

As she opened her mouth to respond, an older woman cleared her throat looking at them.

“Excuse me.”

Sam took a deep breath and headed into the dining room, heading towards his mothers table. He just dropped it, god she hated him so much right now. The thought of grabbing the champagne from its chilled box and smashing it on the ground was too strong. Instead, she closed her eyes and latched onto his arm, calming herself down, falling back into their game her eyes opened no longer glossy now holding a faux happiness. His mother stood, greeting her with a hug complimenting her dress. She smiled and mumbled a quick thank you, before settling next to Sam who was quick to hold her leg under the table. She caught a bit of the conversation here and there, adding her small useful remarks whenever needed. Thinking she was playing the perfect role of girlfriend.

“You seem distracted (Y/N), everything okay?” The older woman asked downing her third glass of wine, (Y/N) casted her eyes up to her smiling.

“Yeah, huh just work stuff on my mind.” She lies, taking her own big gulp of red wine. “She works too hard, she needs a break, my little journalist.” Sam laughed, his hand stroking her arm as it came to wrap around her. “Well I’m going out to grandma’s house in Long Beach next weekend and staying for a bit, why don’t you two take the week off and come up?”

(Y/N) didn’t know how to respond, truthfully she didn’t know if her and Sams…situationship would last after tonight's dinner. Before she got the chance to respond, Sam was already nodding his head in agreement.

“We’d love it to be a perfect getaway for us, it would be our first couples trip. What do you think babe?” Sam asked, his hand trailing down to grab her hand waiting for her answer. (Y/N) stared at him confused. “I mean sure yeah, I’ll talk to my boss about it. Couples trip, yeah.”

His mom smiled, and exclaimed something of excitement that she couldn’t understand. (Y/N) had already started looking down into Sam’s words: he had never called them a couple before. Is it no longer casual, did her words actually change his mind? Or was it just his mothers presence that caused him to choose his words. Maybe she was just falling back into his game, but that could wait till after dinner.

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#tasm peter parker #tasm!peter imagine #tasm andrew garfield #andrew garfield x female reader #sam from under the silver lake #under the silver lake fic #Andrew Garfield x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm spiderman x reader #andrew garfield x you #tasm peter parker x reader

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peacesmith · 2 years

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masterlist !

nav.

bold = most excited to write for

marc spector selfish (male reader)

steven grant

nothing yet

jake lockley

nothing yet

christopher smith/peacemaker

ungodly hour (male reader)

fooled around and fell in love

not allowed

adrian chase

nothing yet

peter parker (all peters)

he's got a heart of gold (TASM)

peter b. parker

nothing yet

miles morales

nothing yet

eddie brock/venom

nothing yet

scott lang

nothing yet

herbert west

nothing yet

wade wilson

nothing yet

sam (under the silver lake)

nothing yet

these are characters i'm considering writing for, but not yet!

tony stark, harry osborn (raimi trilogy), billy lenz, bubba sawyer, matt murdock, din djarin, hughie campbell, billy butcher, MM, frenchie, homelander, joe goldberg, kano (MK11), johnny cage, stephen strange, thor odinson, miguel o'hara

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kero-skin · 1 year

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#Andrew Garfield #under the silver lake #art #illustration #movie #blood #A24 movie #Sam #clip studio paint

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bxcketbarnes · 2 years

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these gifs by @indulgings make my stomach twist in the best way possible 😳🦋

#andrew garfield #gifs not mine !!#utsl #under the silver lake #sam

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andyridgeley · 2 years

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can’t stop thinkin about this letterboxd review

#personal thingys #under the silver lake #its the funniest thing like DID YOU WRITE ALL STAR THOUGH??#maybe he should say yes but i think its super funny if hes like i wrote all these songs #and sam’s like lmao you didn’t even write the best somg of my generation get out of here<3

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andrews-lovr · 2 years

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Oh i was rewatching under the sliver lake yesterday and i enjoyed the craziness of the movie plus Andrew Garfield was fantastic as always I wish there was more fanfics about his character Sam, would be interesting 😊

The movie is really good and I find its a fun movie to follow along with because of all the mystery and like u said craziness of the film. Then in the end nothing is solved, it leaves u at adead end with no solutions and I love that because like a lot of things in life you will not find the answer to everything you are looking for.

The character he plays is once again really unique, i dont know how but he can really play any character and do an amazing job at whatever he does. I agree there should be more fanfics for this character.

#andrew garfield #hollywood #sam under the silver lake #under the silver lake #my asks #thank you

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undersilverlake · 2 years

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Aww I wish you would write about andrew as Sam cause we literally have no fics about him and I thought his character needed to be redeemed some how. Also same thing with link like we need more fics with those hot guys

I’d love to write for Sam, although I have found his character rather tricky. I really wish there were fics about him too because I find it a lot easier to capture a characters characterisation from not only watching the film/tv show they’re from but from reading how others write them as well, because sometimes other people will pick up on traits and mannerisms that I didn’t notice that make such a big difference in bringing the character to life through fic. But we certainly do need more fics with those two, they’re such great characters with bags of potential.

#andrew garfield #under the silver lake #sam under the silver lake

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Please see each moment quoted below the poll under the cut.

1. Sam finds Frodo in Cirith Ungol:

‘I can hardly believe it,’ said Frodo, clutching him. ‘There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn’t dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?’ ‘It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I’d given up hope, almost. I couldn’t find you.’ ‘Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,’ said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam’s gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand.

2. Aragorn finds Boromir near Parth Galen

A mile, maybe, from Parth Galen in a little glade not far from the lake he found Boromir. He was sitting with his back to a great tree, as if he was resting. But Aragorn saw that he was pierced with many black-feathered arrows; his sword was still in his hand, but it was broken near the hilt; his horn cloven in two was at his side. Many Orcs lay slain, piled all about him and at his feet. Aragorn knelt beside him. Boromir opened his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came. ‘I tried to take the Ring from Frodo,’ he said. ‘I am sorry. I have paid.’ His glance strayed to his fallen enemies; twenty at least lay there. ‘They have gone: the Halflings: the Orcs have taken them. I think they are not dead. Orcs bound them.’ He paused and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment he spoke again. ‘Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed.’ ‘No!’ said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. ‘You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!’ Boromir smiled. ‘Which way did they go? Was Frodo there?’ said Aragorn. But Boromir did not speak again.

3. Pippin finds Merry in Minas Tirith:

Pippin’s face was anxious. ‘Well, you had better come with me as quick as you can,’ he said. ‘I wish I could carry you. You aren’t fit to walk any further. They shouldn’t have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from the battle is easily overlooked.’ ‘It’s not always a misfortune being overlooked,’ said Merry. ‘I was overlooked just now by – no, no, I can’t speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It’s all going dark again, and my arm is so cold.’ ‘Lean on me, Merry lad!’ said Pippin. ‘Come now! Foot by foot. It’s not far.’ ‘Are you going to bury me?’ said Merry. ‘No, indeed!’ said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. ‘No, we are going to the Houses of Healing.’

4. Bilbo reunites with Thorin after the Battle of Five Armies

‘Farewell, good thief,’ [Thorin] said. ‘I go now to the halls of waiting to sit beside my fathers, until the world is renewed. Since I leave now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate.’ Bilbo knelt on one knee filled with sorrow. "‘Farewell, King under the Mountain!’ he said. ‘This is a bitter adventure, if it must end so; and not a mountain of gold can amend it. Yet I am glad that I have shared in your perils - that has been more than any Baggins deserves.’ ‘No!’ said Thorin. ‘There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!’ Then Bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He was a kindly little soul.

5. Beleg and Túrin reunite in the woodlands

As night drew down they were all gathered about him, and Ulrad brought a brand from the little fire that was lit in the cave-mouth. But at that moment Túrin returned. Coming silently, as was his custom, he stood in the shadows beyond the ring of men, and he saw the haggard face of Beleg in the light of the brand. Then he was stricken as with a shaft, and as if at the sudden melting of a frost tears long unshed filled his eyes. He sprang out and ran to the tree. ‘Beleg! Beleg!’ he cried. ‘How have you come hither? And why do you stand so?’ At once he cut the bonds from his friend, and Beleg fell forward into his arms.

6. Gollum finds Frodo and Sam asleep

Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo’s knee – but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.

7. Húrin and Morwen reunite at their son's grave

But suddenly her eyes looked into his, and then Húrin knew her; for though they were wild now and full of fear, a light still gleamed in them hard to endure: the elven-light that long ago had earned her her name, Eledhwen, proudest of mortal women in the days of old. ‘Eledhwen! Eledhwen!’ Húrin cried; and she rose and stumbled forward, and he caught her in his arms. ‘You come at last,’ she said. ‘I have waited too long.’ ‘It was a dark road. I have come as I could,’ he answered. ‘But you are late,’ she said, ‘too late. They are lost.’ ‘I know,’ he said. ‘But you are not.’ ‘Almost,’ she said. ‘I am spent utterly. I shall go with the sun. They are lost.’ She clutched at his cloak. ‘Little time is left,’ she said. ‘If you know, tell me! How did she find him?’ But Húrin did not answer, and he sat beside the stone with Morwen in his arms; and they did not speak again. The sun went down, and Morwen sighed and clasped his hand and was still; and Húrin knew that she had died.

8. Isildur's son encourages Isildur to leave

Elendur, not yet harmed, sought Isildur. He was rallying the men on the east side where the assault was heaviest, for the Orcs still feared the Elendilmir that he bore on his brow and avoided him. Elendur touched him on the shoulder and he turned fiercely, thinking an Orc had crept behind. ‘My King,’ said Elendur, ‘Ciryon is dead and Aratan is dying. Your last counsellor must advise, nay command you, as you commanded Ohtar. Go! Take your burden, and at all costs bring it to the Keepers: even at the cost of abandoning your men and me!’ ‘King's son,’ said Isildur, ‘I knew that I must do so; but I feared the pain. Nor could I go without your leave. Forgive me, and my pride that has brought you to this doom.’ Elendur kissed him. ‘Go! Go now!’ he said.

9. Lúthien finds Beren in Tol-in-Gaurhoth

Then side by side from stone to stone o'er Sirion they climbed. Alone unmoving they him found, who mourned by Felagund, and never turned to see what feet drew halting nigh. 'A! Beren, Beren!'came her cry, 'almost too late have I thee found? Alas! that here upon the ground the noblest of the noble race in vain thy anguish doth embrace! Alas! in tears that we should meet who once found meeting passing sweet!' Her voice such love and longing filled he raised his eyes, his mourning stilled, and felt his heart new-turned to flame for her that through peril to him came.

10. Eärendil is greeted by Eönwë and asks the Valar for help

Therefore he turned back at last towards the sea; but even as he took the shoreward road one stood upon the hill and called to him in a great voice, crying: ‘Hail Eärendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope! Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!’ That voice was the voice of Eönwë, herald of Manwë, and he came from Valimar, and summoned Eärendil to come before the Powers of Arda. And Eärendil went into Valinor and to the halls of Valimar, and never again set foot upon the lands of Men. Then the Valar took counsel together, and they summoned Ulmo from the deeps of the sea; and Eärendil stood before their faces, and delivered the errand of the Two Kindreds. Pardon he asked for the Noldor and pity for their great sorrows, and mercy upon Men and Elves and succour in their need. And his prayer was granted.

11. Galadriel shows Gimli understanding and kindness

‘[...] If our folk had been exiled long and far from Lothlórien, who of the Galadhrim, even Celeborn the Wise, would pass nigh and would not wish to look upon their ancient home, though it had become an abode of dragons? ‘Dark is the water of Kheled-zâram, and cold are the springs of Kibil-nâla, and fair were the many-pillared halls of Khazad-dûm in Elder Days before the fall of mighty kings beneath the stone.’ [Galadriel] looked upon Gimli, who sat glowering and sad, and she smiled. And the Dwarf, hearing the names given in his own ancient tongue, looked up and met her eyes; and it seemed to him that he looked suddenly into the heart of an enemy and saw there love and understanding. Wonder came into his face, and then he smiled in answer. He rose clumsily and bowed in dwarf-fashion, saying: ‘Yet more fair is the living land of Lórien, and the Lady Galadriel is above all the jewels that lie beneath the earth!’

12. Merry, Pippin and Sam tell Frodo that they will stick to him

‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. ‘You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid – but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.’ ‘And after all, sir,’ added Sam, ‘you did ought to take the Elves’ advice. Gildor said you should take them as was willing, and you can’t deny it.’ ‘I don’t deny it,’ said Frodo, looking at Sam, who was now grinning. ‘I don’t deny it, but I’ll never believe you are sleeping again, whether you snore or not. I shall kick you hard to make sure. ‘You are a set of deceitful scoundrels!’ he said, turning to the others. ‘But bless you!’ he laughed, getting up and waving his arms, ‘I give in. I will take Gildor’s advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time. I had dreaded this evening.’

Quote sources

J. R. R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings

J. R. R. Tolkien – The Hobbit

J. R. R. Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – The Silmarillion

J. R. R. Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – The Children of Húrin

J. R. R. Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle-earth

J. R. R . Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – The Lays of Beleriand

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