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[peeweekey]

i like to think that ppl come to farmer for comfort or jst to genuinely hangout... requesting sam coming to farmer's house in the middle of the night as he confides in them w hot chocolate / coffee / tea 👉🏻👈🏻

apple cider

pairing: sam x reader

wc: 1.6k

tags: MILD hurt/comfort, pre-relationship, they are friends here!!

synopsis: sticky summer nights always make you feel a little restless.

a/n: its been 2 months with no sam fic!!!! here is my sincere apology hehe. title from apple cider by beabadoobee. this ask is so cute anon mwa mwa

Nothing ever truly rests during the summer; not even during the night.

Fireflies flicker and fly, weaving through the sparse grass beds sprouting from under your porch. The dark is hardly dark, your eyes have adjusted to the sparse light emanating from your dingy porch light. Your cardigan is haphazardly thrown off, draped over the hand-carved trellis. Bare feet meet the grass; damp and cool against your heated skin.

Energy thrums through the air, electrifying it with the undercutting buzz that leaves you wide awake. The season leaves the nights tepid, leaving your skin sticky. 

You can’t sleep; not one bit tuckered out after a whole day toiling the fields. Though your mind is blissfully blank, your hands are preoccupied with bringing your mug to your lips.

The cacophony of crickets chirping echo through the flat farmlands of your property. It’s quiet, peaceful. Yet you are wide-eyed and awake, sipping on  herbal tea—a mixture of herbs from your crop beds—in the hopes you can knock yourself out. 

You are hyper aware of your surroundings, unable to pull yourself into the sleepy state you want. You feel the sheen of sweat drying on your skin, the warm summer breeze tickling the nape of your neck, the sweet smell of almost-ripe melons growing on your farm. The rhythmic sound of trees swaying with the wind.

The odd sound of a twig snapping is enough to pull you out of your reverie. 

Your gaze snaps to the side, past your mailbox and to the dark path leading to town. Eyes adjusted to the dark, you see vague impressions of familiar surroundings. You drag your eyes to and fro, scanning.

A head of blond hair flashes through the otherwise dark veil of night, lamplight catching the brilliant golden hues of it. Doubting your eyes you furrow your brow; squinting your eyes, shifting on the porch steps, aiming to get a clearer look. Your mug is forgotten on your lap.

The figure shifts, tilting their head upwards and towards your direction. Then blue eyes lock with yours, the warm light of your porch lantern illuminating his expression. Recognition dawns on your face—

“Sam?”

Sam stops mid-step, face contorting into shock that outdoes your own. He flails, struggling with his words as to why in the world he’s caught on your farm in the wee hours of the night.

Both of you freeze, staring at each other in silence. Your fingers tighten then loosen around your mug. A tight line is made out of your lips.

“What are you doing?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“It’s not what you think!” he holds his hands up in immediate surrender. “I was walking, and—and, my mind was blank. I just followed the path, I swear.”

You blink, once then twice. “Sam—”

“And–and,” he blabbers, “I guess… your farm was the best bet… The safest.”

That eases the nervous pitter-patter of your heart. It’s rare you get anyone on the farm aside from Lewis this late. You’re relieved, perplexed by his skittish behavior. It goes against what you already know about him. 

Your eyes crinkle whilst you squint up at him, giving him a once-over. Like this, he reminds you of a teenager caught red-handed, eyes practically bulging out of his head with anxiousness.

An amused chuckle slips past your lips before you register it, smiling. “Sam. Can I speak?”

Sam turns back to face you, finally still. It gives you a clearer look at his appearance. Wild flaxen locks are tapered down by the beanie shoved over his head. His shirt is inside out, hanging awkwardly on his frame. He looks like he just rolled out of bed. 

“Oh—oh yeah… my bad.”

A hand goes to pick back up your mug. “You’re good.” You take a sip of your tea. “Plus, I’m not bothered.”

“Oh…” Relief lets his shoulders go lax with a puffed breath. Then he looks back at you, conflicted on his face. “Hang on...You think me walking into your private property is—nothing?”

You snort. “You’re the last person I’d think would be worried about that.”

Sam paces, rocking back and forth on his heels, sporting a grim frown on his face. His gaze drops back down to the path, kicking at the pebbles. You wince internally; he doesn’t seem in good enough shape for jokes. It tugs at your heartstrings, a deep sigh pulled from your mouth and out into the humid air.

“Kidding. But it’s really no biggie.” you wave off. “Come by whenever. I’m always restless during the summer.”

He stares, breathing uneven and nervous. “Seriously?”

You nod, unusually calm in the face of his supposed trespassing. “It’s a me problem. It’s too humid to sleep comfortably. I even get more tired once I wake—”

“No, I mean,” he interjects, eyes wide. “I can come over? Anytime?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, rolling the muscles in your shoulders. “I’d love your company.”

“But what if you’re busy?”

“You’ll have to help me in the fields, then.” you tease, eyes crinkling. “You’ve got good legs for it already.”

A grin cuts through the grim lines of his face, “Are you 100% sure?”

You nod, eagerly. “Mhm.”

“Ah,” he rubs the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “That’s good. Super good. I wanted… well, I was kinda hoping to see you too.”

“Well now you’ve seen me.”

“Yeah, I’m glad. But ugh—I dunno, I guess my head’s a little messed up right now.” He runs a hand over his face, a frustrated groan along with it. 

You watch him. There is never a part of him that keeps still, even now. 

Maybe that’s why the words seem to come out so naturally when you’re with Sam. The restlessness—always grasping, bouncing, and shifting. “D’ya wanna come inside? Maybe it could help.”

“Yes, yeah. I want to.” he replies, instantly but then he double takes, checking in with you. “Can I?”

“I invited you too,” you laugh, pulling yourself up. “Calm down Sam, you’re fine.”

“Come in,” you call, pushing open your door. You do not turn and wait for him, traveling through the dark with the familiarity one has only in their own home. 

You hear him pulling off his shoes by the doorway, then the padding of his feet trailing after yours.

Humming, you switch on your lamplight, propping it up on your kitchen table, pulling the chair back for Sam to sit in. You set your mug down on the opposite side.

The cabinet creaks when you swing it open, revealing your countless containers of seasonings and spices collected over the seasons. The rich smell of all of it mingling together wafts through your nose. 

A pack of apple cider bottles stands by the cinnamon sticks, a welcome gift from months ago you haven’t gotten into yet. 

You tilt your head back to glance at him, finding him sitting statue-still in your chair, then turn back to your cabinet.

“I have some apple cider, you want some?”

His eyes snap to yours, “Oh, yeah.”

Nodding, you tiptoe, grasping the glass bottle by the neck from the far end of the cabinet. 

You sit the bottle down on the counter, popping off the cap with the flat edge of a knife. The cider fizzes, bubbling up until the neck then reducing. The sharp fruity scent of carbonation and apple mingles with the humid air. Sam takes it from your outstretched hand with a murmured ‘thanks’.

You sit opposite him. With your legs pulled up to your chest, you wiggle in your seat, leaning your cheek against your knees. Your eyes low as you cradle your own drink in your hands. Sam takes slow sips of the cider, the bubbles painting the edges of his lips then fizzing away. 

It feels natural to watch him like this, like all normal neighborly decorum has flown out the window, making room for this—whatever this silent companionship may bring. 

Curious, you break the veil of silence. “So what brings you here?”

Sam runs his tongue over his bottom lip, catching the stray drop of apple cider by the corner. His gaze goes faraway, eyebrows furrowing automatically without him aware. He’s silent as he thinks over your question, face contorting.

“Just—something at home, I guess. I wanted a breather.”

You swirl the string of your teabag, looking up from under your lashes. “Family stuff?”

“...Yeah, family stuff.”

You hum, voice low. You have a faint idea on what he’s talking about. Sam’s father, Kent, has been having a difficult time adjusting back to civilian life after being discharged—you heard. 

Your eyes track over his form, his shoulder hunched and lower than you’ve ever seen them. Under the low light of your kitchen table, you pinpoint the signs of weariness marking his face—eye bags under his eyes and a perpetual wrinkle in his brow deep enough you see the shadow of it under his mess of hair. 

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t feel like it,” you simply say. 

You look out the windows, eyes tracking the swirling the flickering lights of lightning bugs outside. Gaze low as you stew in silence. Your fingers tap idly at the table. You feel calmer, sleepier. That persistent buzzing under your skin dissipating into the boneless way you sit. 

There will be more sticky summer nights like these, you’re sure. Maybe he’ll share what’s on his mind then but right now, you’re quite content with the silence. It cradles you like a refreshingly cool gust of air, tapering the heated expanse of your skin. 

“Maybe next time,” Sam murmurs, staring into the steaming cup. “When I come over again.”

A smile unfurls on your lips when he raises his head to look at you. “When you come over again.”

[lils-ki]

EDIT!!! I MADE A DISCORD SERVER. PLEASE DM ME IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO JOIN

A welcome post thing bc I dont have one yet

You can call me ares

genderfaunet he/they/it. Im demisexual and omniromantic but tbh probably demiromantic too. Oh yeah polyamorous

Im into the agggtm series, girl in peices series, Hazbin Hotel, Murder Drones, TADC, sharks, omori, and more!

current special interest/hyper fixation is epic the musical

DNI: zoophiles, pedophiles, homophobes, transphobes, antifurry/antitherian, proshippers, shit like that

I am CLOSETED. I've tried coming out as omni to my parents but they tell me Idk what I'm talking abt. Pretty much all of my friends know though

I live laugh love 6arleyhuman

I love to draw, read and write, though art block and writers block have been on my back for months.

Something about me, hmmm. I put anything and everything on my wall (I have a candy box taped to it)

My Blahaj is my life

I'm short.

@femboy-hooters-real employee

I'm not a pathological liar like my brother says, ask @firehouse-subs-fr

married to @sam-the-skelepun, @femboy-hooters-real

I run @real-omnisexual-military @queer-military-authorities @very-anonymous-confessions @real-grammarly @kis-official-art-blog

@my-mental-health-is-failing @is-it-autistic-to @little-debbies-official and am a mod of @electio-aroace-navy @is-it-an-adhd-thing

and @the-cult-of-the-neurodiverse

I will prob add to this post a lot

[louisgayvodka]

This is why Harry flew to Argentina, the mating call

louis:

harry:

[lovelyhan]

Sexting with Jeonghan -Have fun! Sam @dkakapizzaboy 🩷

SAM>!!?!?!!?!/ i... don't even have words anymore i'm just going to

⟣ sexting with jeonghan ⟢ wc: 0.6k words minors do not interact!

You wouldn't call yourself needy.

In fact, you're sure you're fairly independent yourself. Your relationship with Jeonghan has a grounded give-and-take dynamic, which you honestly didn't expect when you first got together with him. This means that he doesn't necessarily leave you wanting for too long that you'd resort to becoming needy.

But just because both of you have your heads in the right place for the most part, doesn't mean it erases the fact that your boyfriend is a busy, busy man.

You're hit with a particularly unscratchable itch when Jeonghan has a day packed with shoots and dance practices. You know better than to bother him when he's got his hands full with their most recent comeback, but you suppose a few texts hinting at what he's going to come home to won't hurt, right?

Me: hannie, what time do you finish up today? i have a little surprise for you ><

It takes Jeonghan an hour to reply, but you don't really hold that against him, being a full-time idol and everything.

Jeonghan: hey, angel. we should be done by eleven! miracle, right?

Me: your producers are way too hard on you sometimes :/ anyway, aren't you curious abt the surprise?

Jeonghan: i am, but something's telling me this "surprise" of yours is an occupational hazard.

Jeonghan: angel, if you're going to send what i think you're sending...

Me: :) [1 Attachment]

You know better than to distract Jeonghan while he's in the middle of work, but it's not like you're actively there with him on whatever set he's at. You're simply at the comfort of your home, wearing the lingerie set that drives Jeonghan crazy whenever he comes home to see you wearing it -- stockings, harnesses, garters and all.

He doesn't have to know that you're internally cackling to yourself as the three dots indicating that he's typing back a response hover in and out of the screen. Like he's at a loss for words, and has to type out an entire spiel before deleting it again.

When he finally manages a proper reply, though, you end up clenching your thighs together as you go over each word.

Jeonghan: i hope you're ready to take responsibility for the problems you're giving me.

Jeonghan: we're shooting a music video right now, and you made me pop a hard-on in the middle of the set. are you happy with yourself?

Me: mhmm <3

Me: can't wait for you to shove your cock down my throat, hannie~ we both know you need it more than you're willing to admit

Me: you can finish all over my tits if you want <3

Jeonghan: you're being extra cheeky today, aren't you?

Jeonghan: no, sweetheart. you're going to swallow every last drop i'm going to give you. then you're going to ride me right after.

Jeonghan: that's the least you can do for making me want you in the middle of work, isn't it?

Me: anything you want, hannie.

Me: i just miss you so much... i'm already touching myself wishing it was you instead.

Jeonghan: oh? are you so desperate that you can't even wait for me to come home?

Jeonghan: my needy little angel. be good for me, will you? no touching yourself until i get back.

Me: fine. but i want a reward for being good :(

Jeonghan: how does a pretty pussy dripping with my cum sound like, sweetheart?

Fuck. You're the one who's supposed to be riling him up -- not the other way around. But then again, you've been with Jeonghan long enough to know that it's completely futile to outdo the doer.

Me: you have yourself a deal.

Me: now, get back here sooner or i might just decide that i want to be a brat tonight after all.

[rosyjn]

husband

[szaryherbatnik]

Perhaps I love him

[starry-eyed-steve]

i got this ask and im curious to know what your answer would be. 👀

If you could rewrite one thing from Stranger Things, what would that be?

Lmao, I was the one who sent you the ask (you wanted anons so I thought, okay, I can do that). 😅💗

I would also change a lot of stuff (s2 Jancy plotline, s3 completely, s4 Ronance with Nancy being the one wanting to make that work with Robin), but I'm gonna focus on one thing now. I would change Steve's role in s4 by not focusing on Stancy but giving him something else to care about.

The thing I found most frustrating with s4 Steve is him being not comfortable with his role as the babysitter, to a point where it felt like he absolutely hated it but then be smacked in the face with his "actually I do like it sm I want kids bc of it" speech. I think the show did a terrible job of showing us why he was frustrated (aka him feeling helpless because he can't just whack Vecna with the nailbat). The show made it seem like all he cared about was getting back together with his ex, with whom he didn't interact in 2 years. Every other relationship fell short, and Steve thrives the most when he's paired up with the kids and Robin.

I feel like s4 had the perfect opportunity to explore his relationship with Lumax. For one, Lucas and Steve are quite similar characters (I'm thinking of writing a separate, more detailed post about this if anyone is interested). Steve could've have been there for him in two ways, one his role as a popular guy who played basketball and second to show off the character development he received, he could've given Lucas viable tips for how to be there for Max. It would solidify Steve's change in relationships and would show he learned from his failures with Nancy.

Second, his relationship with Max is also a missed opportunity. In general, Lucas and Steve should've gotten the opportunity to voice their feelings about Billy's death because they were both, along with Max, personally victimized by him. It would totally enrich Max's feelings towards them as well. I think one of the reasons why she isolated herself was because she felt guilty for grieving her stepbrother who hurt her friends. Coming to terms with Billy's passing while being around Steve, who treats her like an actual little sister, would've added soo much to the story. It would make Max's grief story and fighting Vecna even better, and again, it would show that Steve actually cares.

When it comes to the babysitter role in s4, we are basically almost told that he cares, but never really shown. Like why the hell was Steve getting a letter from Max when she went to him last and barely interacted with him since s2? Not that I mind the letter, I hope it will be relevant in s5, but it didn't feel earned, you know? I wish the show would show us him being the babysitter instead of making stupid jokes about it.

(Not to mention that his torture trauma or trauma in general got swept under the rug, while it could've been the opportunity for him to be possessed by Vecna instead of Nancy. Like idk it would've been much more shoking to the characters when the guy who is seemingly fine and dandy suddenly gets targeted by a monster who goes after traumatised kids.)

[mandarinmoons]

Saw this and thought of you :]

Funny? Yes

Cool? No clue in what way cause I think of myself as the biggest weirdo out there

This is so sweet though thank you 🤧💕

[snixx]

So tell me about Heartbreak High seeing as you've flooded my dash with references I don't understand

OMGGGGGG IT IS. THE SHOW OF ALL TIME

so it basically starts with amerie's (amerie is like. desi rachel berry. im madly in love with her obviously) childhood best friend and ride-or-die harper deciding she wants nothing to do with her out of nowhere. they have the most classically homoerotic best friend break up of all time and i totally did not cry at how real it was while watching it for the first time because it reminded me of what i was going through at the ti - *gunshots*

anyway so amerie is heartbroken and gets adopted by the local Queer Kids™️ darren and quinni who are two of the most iconic characters to ever grace television btw. darren is the loml they are just. a god. and quinni is literally a ray of sunshine and probably the best autistic representation ive seen ever and such a fucking mood

yeahhh so amerie makes a map of who's banged everyone in her school with harper and she gets caught but takes the fall for it alone. so as punishment everyone on the map is forced to do mandatory sex ed in this class called slt (pronounced sluts) and its the funnest ever

it's very degrassi-esque so you have a bunch of B-plots going on and theyre all SO FUN and interesting and gay featuring the most fun ensemble cast ever and i could go on about it forever but i don't want to spoil anything SO!!! WATCH IT!!!

[curseofaphrodite]

PASTA. I've been dying to try this pasta recipe but I'm so lazy to cook, lol. But I've been missing nice food.

lol, felt. good luck bby. I hope it goes really really well for you!!

come over here I'll cook for youu 🔪🔪 I LOVE COOKING FOR PEOPLE. My fav dream involves me serving my friends food I made in my own house years from now. A mansion works too 😎🎀

tysmm!!

[peeweekey]

dyk what is really crazy? sam accepts the flower bouquet you give him even if he’s allergic to pollen 😭

[lils-ki]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers !! :3

Ok uhh

Too Sweet - Hoizer

Taking What's Not Yours - TV Girl

Hands Up - 6arleyhuman

Toxic - 6arleyhuman

GMFU - Odetari, 6arleyhuman

Imma just tag them cuz omg I'm way too lazy to go to each ones thing, also just 8 cuz yee

@tameable50 @truly-jcjenson @thealphabetcultleader @hold-my-dr-pepper @ford-mustang-1969 @hearts4s04p @nanochittle @sam-the-skelepun

[louisgayvodka]

I think these would be the only gummies Harry and Louis would eat, especially if they were weed gummies

my first thought was harry choking on one of them cuz he’s was laughing at something louis said and louis going “hey the only dick you’re allowed to choke on is mine” IM SORRY AKSHBSNS

[aidenwaites]

Still doodling creepy guys at work

[mqstermindswift]

Sam (@a-wondering-thought ) your compliments and you in general are THE BEST

[reneedenoailles]

YOU ARE BACKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AMMMMMM U GUYS ARE NOT GETTING RID OF ME YET