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texted my dad new chappell is out and not even 15 seconds later he texted back "What!?@" and is "already listening"
the thing about having a job is i just don’t want to do it. Sorry
When you first met him, you were a bit overwhelmed by his “pep.” The boy with the spiky, blond hair who always wore a smile despite his ever-healing lip piercing. He did have a wonderful smile. No wonder he was always showing it off. It made you smile to yourself, just thinking about it.
In your first year on the farm, you were swamped with work. From chopping down trees to make room for sprinklers to trying your best to fix up the old community center in the middle of town, you’d just barely make it into bed on time every night. This meant you had barely any time to meet your neighbors, much less get to know them. Your over excited neighbor, however, seemed to have made it his mission to spend as much time with you as possible.
One day, in mid summer, when you were replanting melon seeds, his shadow darkened your property. You’d heard him coming before you saw him; he’d been humming to himself a song he’d been writing for his band. He had asked you, in the spring, what genre of music you liked and you’d tried to answer in a way that he would’ve approved of: “hi-energy dance music.” He seemed to accept this answer and promptly started writing such a song with his long-time best friend.
“Hey,” he said as he approached.
You greeted him without looking up from your field, “hi, Sunshine.”
This was a nickname you’d started calling him after he’d lost at pool for the seventh time in the three weeks you’d known him. You had always known him as a ray of sunshine, but when he lost at pool, he seemed to get downright depressed. The nickname was born from insistent teasing, but after a while, it became a pet name of sorts.
The boy rolled his eyes when he heard the nickname but you could swear you saw his cheeks tinge pink in the afternoon sun.
“Whaddya need? I have about fifty more seeds to plant today, but then I can hang out if you want,” you said, face buried in your work.
“Hmm,” he said. Then, “can I help? I dunno how you want me to plant, but maybe I could water some of them? …if that’d be helpful, I mean.”
You looked up at him. “Yea. Yea, that’d be great. Thanks, Sunshine,” you said and smiled at him.
He smiled back at you and picked up the copper watering can that had been discarded early in the morning when you found your crops ripe to be plucked.
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About an hour later, you had both finished your chores, and you were sitting on your porch while he stood in front of you. You leaned in just enough to examine each of his features closely. He was quite beautiful, you thought to yourself. His silver lip ring, his enormous blue eyes, his golden hair, covered up today with a baseball cap. You reached over and pulled it off his head. He started.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
You shrugged before saying “I wanted to see your face better.” You reached up to brush his hair out of his face and smiled. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. You were about to say something, but he kissed you, and it felt like you were on fire. He was maybe the third person you’d ever kissed and, by far, the best one.
He smiled brightly and said cheekily, “alright. I gotta go. Mom’s making dinner and she needs me to swing by the general store before she can start cooking.” He looked you up and down before simply saying “bye!” and turning on his heel.
HEHE hope u like it is my first sam post :3
I HAVE A CRUSH ON A BOY IN MY CLASS AND HES LIKE A YOUNG HARVEY I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE OH GOD ITS THE FIRST FUCKING DAY
Onions caramelizing on the stove, shane smut cooking on the computer. Life can be beautiful sometimes.
i want to *** ** *** **** until i *** *** **** *** ****** and he ***** me **** and ***** me *** he **** ****** me and ******* *** *** ******* ****** ** and ************* me :)
soft mornings with sam !
waking up together in a sun-warmed bed, legs tangled beneath cool blue sheets on a sparkling spring day, a light breeze fluttering through the curtains. you turn your cheek to see sam sleeping softly, arm draped across your waist. you smiled as you ran a hand softly through his fluffy blonde locks, unweighted by his usual hair gel and the burdens of the day to come.
slowly, he stirred awake, softly whining as he wrapped his arm tighter around you. “mmm, babe?…” his voice was so sweet, even when he was half-asleep.
you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, earning a small smile from him, pleased with your display of affection even while he was barely awake. he rubbed his eyes blearily, as though the vision of you laying next to him in his bed was still a part of his dream.
“good morning, sammy,” you said, holding his soft, boyish face in your hands.
“morning, pretty,” he said in an uncharacteristically gentle voice, turning his face to press a chaste kiss to your palm. he looked at you for a moment before falling back onto his pillow, staring at the ceiling and stretching his arms out above him. “ahhh, i can’t believe this is my life right now.”
you raised an eyebrow at that, propping yourself up on one elbow. “how do you mean?”
he looked up at you with a dreamy look in his baby blue eyes. “just…” he lifted himself up to match your height, grabbing your face with his other hand and hovering over you as he pressed you into the bed. “that i can do this whenever i want.”
your eyes slid shut as he pressed his soft lips to yours. it was a sweet kiss, with the hint of something more—one that ended much too soon.
“sam…” you breathed, now fully beneath him as he caged you in between his strong arms. you played with the hem of his white t-shirt, both of your chests heaving with the palpable tension of the moment.
“sam, come out for breakfast!”
he let out an exasperated groan as he collapsed into a devastated puddle in your arms, draping his much taller frame dramatically over your lap. “god damn it…” he muttered into the mattress.
you let out an amused giggle at his emotional reaction. “it’s okay, sammy.” you ran your hands down his back soothingly. “we have many more mornings like this ahead of us.”
his head immediately perked up at that, like a dog hearing the word ‘treat.’ “you mean it?" he asked with hopeful eyes.
a soft laugh escaped your lips before giving him a small, sweet kiss. "of course i mean it, fool."
thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~
on a very different note, today i had Tummy Issues at my place of employment. it was very humbling. ok that’s it im going to bed now. hopefully more harv or sammy fic tmr B)
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Sixteen.
I somehow slept through that entire night, only to be woken up by the smell of fresh coffee and a phone call from my sister. Right, it’s Sunday, no school for her but I assume Dad is making her go to church. Nobody in my family is religious besides my mother. Dad kept making us go after she passed, maybe trying to atone for his sins.
“Hello?” I say in a groggy voice.
“Good morning to you too,” Brynne says with a huff, “I thought farmers were supposed to get up early, it’s almost ten.”
“Even farmers need a day off,” I say, “what’s up?”
“Currently hiding in the bathroom at church,” she says, “but I got my midterm scores back.”
“All A’s I hope,” I say while sitting up in bed. Sebastian enters my room with nothing but his boxers on and holding two cups of coffee. He hands me one and I mouth a “thank you” to him. The first sip warms up my body and I feel like I can finally pay attention to my sister.
“Currently trying to get my English teacher to raise my eighty-nine point nine to a ninety,” she says, “I’m doing all the extra credit he’s giving me, but it still isn’t enough.”
“You’re only halfway done with the semester,” I say, “you have time to get it up before then.”
“You were always the artsy one,” she sighs, “I don’t have a creative bone in my body.”
“You can do math,” I assure her, “if all else fails maybe you can be my accountant,” I laugh. I can practically hear her eyes roll over the phone.
“Psh, hell no… Oh shit, I gotta go. He’s probably wondering where I am and I’ve already used the period excuse this month,” she says.
“Say you were pooping. I used to use that excuse all the time,” I say.
“Ewww. I’m not telling our Dad that I was pooping in church!”
“He won’t ask questions if you do,” I say while taking another sip of my coffee. She sighs and we bid our goodbyes. I set my phone down on my nightstand and look over at Sebastian who has rejoined me in bed. He’s scrolling on his phone and my nosy ass decides to look over his shoulder.
“Plan B?” I ask, watching him scroll through options on Jojamon.
“If I order it now, it’ll get here just in time. But there’s so many different brands, which one is the best?” he wonders, scrunching up his nose.
“Don’t worry about that,” I say while taking another sip of my coffee.
“You want a fucked up little kid running around here?” he turns his attention to me with a look of horror. I can’t help but laugh and grab his hand to place on my opposite arm.
“Feel this,” I say, guiding his fingers to where my birth control rests. His thumb brushes over it and he pulls his hand away immediately.
“Yoba’s child! What the hell is that?” I chuckle and turn my whole body to face him, sitting cross legged.
“My birth control, duh. You think I wanna worry about condoms all the time? I’m a busy gal, I got things to do,” I say, drinking up his shocked expression.
“What about STDs?” he asks.
“You got herpes?”
“No.”
“HIV?”
“No.”
“HPV?”
“No?”
“Hepatitis A, B, or C?”
“Definitely not.”
“Then, don’t worry about it,” I say, finishing off the rest of my coffee. “You want breakfast?
“What are you making?” he asks while taking my mug from me. We both get up and make our way to the kitchen.
“Fried egg and hash browns. I can make pancakes too but that’ll take me a minute,” I say while brushing my hand on his lower back as I make my way to the fridge.
“No need for the pancakes, that’s almost a complete breakfast,” he said and his nose scrunched up again. I took my pointer and middle finger and pulled at his nose gently.
“So picky,” I say teasingly, “you’re lucky I don’t have any milk.” I go into the fridge and pantry and take out what I need: oil, eggs, and two potatoes.
“No cows yet, huh? Just chickens and ducks?” he asks while refilling both our coffees.
“And soon to be rabbits!” I say while taking the mug from him, “the animals are great but they’re a handful.” I was mainly focused on trying to finish the community center that Lewis tasked me to do. I couldn’t tell him that I was giving magical apples supplies for their trip back to the spirit realm, he would think I was having a psychotic break. I needed to forage in the winter and get a damn rabbit then I would have more time to focus on the animals. They’re very particular.
“I see,” he says while I grate the potatoes, “if they’re a handful then you should hire a farm hand.” I shrug and throw the potatoes into the oil that was heating up in a pan.
“When my sister finishes school maybe I can make her help me. She’ll need to learn some discipline after all,” I reply, “even though Dad finally showed his true colors, he still spoiled her.”
“Like Sam? He’s the most spoiled kid I know,” Sebastian laughs as I flip the hash browns and wait for the other side to brown.
“Similar. But Jodi wants her sons to have a childhood, to enjoy their youth. My Dad used my sister as an escape to deal with losing his wife too soon. He used me as a way to get back at Grandpa.” I take the hash browns out of the oil and crack two eggs into the same pan. We’re quiet, listening to the eggs sizzle in the grease from the potatoes.
“What are you doing tonight?” He breaks the silence as I plate up breakfast and grab the pot of coffee. I top off his coffee and sit down.
“Probably farm chores,” I say, “what about you?”
“How important are those chores?” he asks while taking a sip of his coffee, never breaking eye contact with me. I do my best not to choke on the eggs I just shoveled into my mouth.
“Not super important…”
“Do you wanna go on a ride later?” he asks, spreading the food around on his plate but never eating. He did mention going out but I didn’t think he would want to immediately.
“I’m down,” I say after I swallow my food and take a sip of my coffee.
“Come over around six. Wear a jacket, it’s gonna be chilly,” he says and finally takes a bite of his food. We sit in a comfortable silence for the rest of breakfast. Just the two of us, sipping on our coffee in the nude, just us. It felt good to be this comfortable with someone. But the comfortability didn’t last long as someone started banging on my front door.
“Farmer! You awake?” Abby’s voice echoes in my ears as Seb and share the same look of terror. I glance from him to the sink and he hands me his plate without making a sound. We somehow come up with a game plan with our eyes before the next knock comes.
“Farmer! Nobody’s seen you all day, where the hell are you?” Sam’s voice. I swiftly and quietly put both dishes in the sink while Sebastian grabs the clothes that were tossed near the door, he tosses me his hoodie while he tiptoes into my room. I pulled it over my head, making sure that it covered all my goods before answering the door.
“Hello?” I ask, trying to sound groggy like I just woke up. The two of them push past me and enter the living room. Sam reaches down and scoops up Miso in his arms.
“Farmer, I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry about how I acted last night,” she says. I raise my eyebrow at her.
“You didn’t do anything crazy,” I said, “you watched anime and took a nap.”
“But like you made my parents dinner just to get me out of my predicament. You didn’t have to do that!” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and hugs me. I pat her back.
“Well, I wanted to hang out with you. I would always do something like that for you,” I say. She sniffles but then quickly pulls away from me.
“Is that Seb’s hoodie?” A blush creeps over my face.
“Yea it got cold on the walk home last night…” Sam sets Miso down on the couch and walks over to us. He grabs the hood and takes a long sniff.
“That’s Seb’s alright,” he says. Abby and I exchange a look.
“Did you just identify him by his smell?” I ask. Sam looks a little embarrassed but tries to shrug it off.
“She’s got one just like it, figured if it smelled like him it would be his,” he explains.
“They kissed once, I don’t think he’s over it,” Abby says nonchalantly. Sam knits his eyebrows together and sighs.
“Why won’t you let us live this down?”
“When you stop doing weird shit like sniffing his hoodie.” I giggle as they go back and forth for a bit. “Did you wear this to bed?” Abby returns the attention back to the hoodie and I sigh.
“I sleep naked… you guys scared the shit outta me and this was the closest thing I could grab,” I lied, hoping it would get them out of my house faster. Sam and Abby exchange a look while I shake my head.
“You owe me five bucks,” Abby says to Sam.
“Hell no, this is no proof!” he exclaims and she rolls her eyes.
“Sebastian would never give a girl his hoodie unless he liked her or something,” she shakes her head and points to the evidence on my body. My eyes widen and Abby points to my face. “Don’t make that face, we all know you have such a fat crush on him!”
“Alright, everybody out!” I say as I usher them out my door.
“Hey wait– do you wanna hang out? We’re about to go get Sebby,” Sam says while putting all of his weight on me, thinking I’d collapse. Instead, I give him a hard shove and he stumbles out my door.
“I have chores and a book I want to start. Check back tomorrow,” I say before closing the door and locking it behind me. I exhale and hear them walk off my property, muttering something. Sebastian peeks his head out from my room, now fully clothed except for his hoodie.
“They gone?” I nod and he sighs, “sorry for freaking out like that. I-I’m not ready to tell them about something that happened less than twenty four hours ago…” he trails off and rubs the back of his neck. I frown, watching his eyes dart away from me. I get closer to him, grabbing his cheek and resting my other hand on his chest.
“Lets just see where this goes, yea? Abby’s not wrong, I do really like you,” I say. He leans into my palm that’s resting on his cheek and sighs.
“So come over at six?” he whispers while giving my hand a kiss. I take off his hoodie and hand it back to him.
“I’ll bring my own.” He gazes down at me, drinking up everything I had to offer.
“It’s a date.”
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