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Like the Sun (Sam x Reader)

been thinking about sam a lot lately. hope you enjoy!!

Sam x transmale!Reader (he/him)

Summary: You tried to figure out how to say this, if you wanted to say it at all. Everything could go wrong. He'd be the first person in the valley to know you were trans. That scared you. "If I tell you, you'll hate me." You settled on. "And I can't... I can't-"

WARNING: transphobia (not by Sam), semi-suggestive themes (16+)

"You're comfy." You mumbled sleepily, curling more against Sam's chest. The two of you had been tentatively dating for a few weeks now. You'd dated people before, sure, but Sam was different. You wanted to take things slow with him. The two of you had been friends for a few seasons now and the last thing you'd wanted was to ruin that. So, the two of you were friends first and dating second. You'd watch him attempt his kickflips when you weren't busy with work and visited him at work. He invited you to play Solarian Chronicles with him, Sebastian, and Abigail and snuck you into his room some nights.

He was warm, like the sun, and had energy and charisma you could barely keep up with. A part of you always worried if, one day, you'd be caught in his light and burned up to ash if you stared at him too long.

But right now, listening to the sound of whatever movie he'd chosen to watch, you tried not to worry about that.

Sam blinked down at you where you lay curled up like a baby in his lap. You sat on his thighs with your legs curled up and your head tucked into his neck. His arms were around your waist to keep you from falling off. You loved being held by him. Definitely one of the top experiences of your life.

"Yeah?" Sam's voice was soft, almost surprised by the sentiment. "It's cause I'm in a sweatshirt, huh?" He teased, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded sleepily. "Mmhm. You should gimme it when I go home. Bet it'll smell like you..."

Sam blushed. "Y-yeah, alright. I can do that..."

It was nearing the middle of Fall so warm clothes would definitely be appreciated. Them coming from Sam just made them all the better. He always smelled good too but maybe you were a little biased.

You sat up slowly, straddling his thighs and gazing down at him. Soft blue eyes focused on you, not a second thought spared for the movie. He looked soft with his blush-warmed cheeks littered with freckles. His eyes were like the ocean in summer, bright and beautiful. You felt overwhelmed, running your hands through his gelled blonde hair, careful of his ear piercings. "You're beautiful." You said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Sam lit up with a bright smile. "Really?" He seemed surprised. "Yoba, I never- I've never-"

"You're beautiful," you repeated again. Sam's face softened and you kissed each of his cheeks.

He took the sides of your face in his hands, the metal of his rings chilling you a bit. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" Sam's voice was soft, almost inaudible over the sounds of the movie behind you.

The two of you hadn't kissed yet. It wasn't for lack of wanting it but simply because you were worried how it'd progress. You weren't out yet. Everyone in town addressed you as a man and no one batted an eye because they didn't know different. You were worried how the town would take it if they found out. But the idea of Sam finding out and being disgusted by you made you hesitate whenever initiating any kind of intimacy with Sam.

Like if you took things slow, it'd hurt less when he broke up with you.

"You may." You choked out anyways. When his lips met yours, you felt yourself burning up. He was bright, beautiful, and you didn't deserve him.

His hands rested on your waist, one hand traveling up to hold the back of your head as you kissed. You placed your hands on his shoulders and let yourself melt, like a pile of molten lava in his hands.

You loved him. You loved him. And the realization of this nearly made you burst into tears.

When the two of you finally separated, Sam stared up at you like you'd hung all the stars in the skies. His expression changed to one of concern. "What's wrong?" His hands were suddenly on your face, wiping your cheeks.

Guess you did burst into tears.

"You- You're-" You tried, words dying in your mouth. "You're so-"

Sam gave you a nervous look, running his hands through your hair in a soothing motion. "Look, I know I'm not that good a kisser. What's wrong?" He asked, looping his arms around your waist and clasping his hands behind your back.

You tried to figure out how to say this, if you wanted to say it at all. Everything could go wrong. He'd be the first person in the valley to know you were trans. That scared you. "If I tell you, you'll hate me." You settled on. "And I can't... I can't-"

"I could never hate you!" Sam interrupted, looking aghast. You had to avert your eyes. Looking at the sun always blinded those who stared too hard. "Babe, what's-"

"But you could hate me and that's- that's what scares me." You sniffed, more tears falling out of your control. You couldn't even register the pet name - that was definitely new, neither of you had done that until now - as your tears began falling faster, harder. "I can't- I can't lose you Sam. But I'm scared to- to tell you..."

Sam was quiet as you spoke. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you felt your eyes flutter closed. "I mean... only reason I could hate you is if you, like, killed someone? But even then, I know you'd only be pushed to that if you had to. So my first question would probably be 'what did they do' rather than 'what have you done.'" That made you smile a bit. A sight Sam relished in.

You took a slow, deep breath. If you didn't do it now, you'd never do it. And Sam at least deserved to know the truth before he got more invested in you. "I'm trans." You said, squeezing your eyes closed. Here it came. He was going to dump you and tell the whole town and you'd have to move away again and-

"Alright. But what's got you so upset?" Sam asked, his tone filled with worry.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to stare at him. You opened and closed your mouth for a minute, stunned. "Sam, I'm trans."

The blonde nodded. "Yeah, you said."

"Doesn't that... bother you?"

Sam blinked at you, looking as stunned as you were. "No? Why should it?"

Your chest clenched and you felt like it was hard to breath. A wave of emotions hit you and you started crying again, burying your face in his neck now as you sobbed. Sam held you close though, quickly whispering soft reassurances in your ear. He could never hate you for that, he said. He loved you for you, you being trans wasn't a dealbreaker for him...

And so you told him.

You told him about your family. How you'd moved to Zuzu City from Grampleton because your parents weren't supportive of you. "You'll always be our little girl." Your moms cold voice echoed in your mind at the memory of the last fight. "Nothing you do will change that."

"She sounds like a bitch." Sam frowned, brow furrowing.

A soft giggle crawled its way from your throat, smiling at him. You clutched the soft material of the sweatshirt he wore, a thoughtful look on your face. "My friends at the time dropped me when they found out." You said softly. Sam's grip on you tightened. "They didn't waste time telling everyone in school too. I had to move in with my aunt in Zuzu City because my parents wanted nothing to do with me." You choked back a sob.

Sam held you close, a hand on the back of your head as his other hand rubbed slow circles into your back. He didn't say anything though, letting you let it all out.

"S-so then came the issue of my grandfather's will. H-he'd left the farm to me but my mom wanted to give it to my brother. S-so as soon as I turned eighteen I claimed it and- and I moved here a few years later... H-here I am." You chuckled wetly. "Twenty and living on a farm and- and crying all over the local rockstar."

The blonde snorted, kissing the side of your head. "Hey, I don't mind. You're only, like, a year younger than me." Sam nuzzled you, rubbing his cheek against your temple. "And I'm not gonna just drop you 'cuz you're trans. You're- I love you for you."

You clung to Sam helplessly. Like if you let go he'd disappear.

Sam continued rubbing circles in your back. The two of you sat in comfortable silence. A thought came to Sam and he smiled to himself. Carefully, he lifted you up into his arms and blushed at the soft squeal of surprise you let out. "Sam?" You asked as he carried you towards his room.

"Trust me." He said simply, opening the ajar door with a bump of his hip. Then, with his foot, he shut the door. Slowly, he lowered you to the bed and you stared up at him, his blonde hair illuminated by the sun leaking through the open bedroom window.

"Sam, I don't- What are we-?" You stuttered nervously. Your legs were still clamped down on either side of his hips and a rush of anxiety hit you.

Sam blinked before a blush returned to his face. "Oh! No- um, nono that's not what-" He sat on his knees with a nervous chuckle. "No, um. We're not- Not right now anyways."

You felt your heart lurch at that.

"Take your shirt off." Sam asked, blue eyes making you feel trapped under his gaze. He looked holy, the light giving him an almost-halo appearance. Your angel, bright as the sun.

You trusted him, like he'd asked you to. Your shirt came off slowly to reveal your binder underneath. Sam lowered himself on his hands over you with a warm smile. Somehow, even with the light no longer shining behind his head, he was still as bright as ever to you.

"What are you... what are you gonna do?" You asked quietly, wrapping your arms around your torso, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Sam pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "I want to show you how much you mean to me." His voice was low in your ear and made you shudder. "How handsome you are."

You went to protest but you were cut off by Sam kissing his way down from your cheek to your neck. You felt yourself heat up under his attention, his fire-hot hands running up and down your skin. He took your cold hands in his hands and tugged them gently away from your chest, pinning them on either side of your head. Instinctively, you tightened your legs around his waist. "Sam-"

"Easy," he said softly, kissing over your collarbone. Every spot he touched you felt burnt. "You deserve to be told you're perfect. Deserve to be shown..." Sam mumbled between kisses. At one point, he bit down softly on your neck and you had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from making a sound.

Sam giggled impishly into your neck and you felt your blush only worsen. "S-shut up..." You mumbled, no anger behind your words.

"You're my favorite, y'know that?" Sam said, voice quiet and meant just for you. You looked away from him, his gaze too much for you. But he didn't let you go far, cupping your cheek to turn your head back to face him. "I mean it. You're my favorite farmer in the whole valley. Favorite person even." Now Sam looked bashful, trying not to grin when you trembled.

Slowly, the hand not holding your face trailed down your torso, the featherlight touch making you shudder more. "Tickles," you whined softly.

Your boyfriend just snickered, pulling you more onto his lap, your legs practically wrapped around the middle of his back now. He leant down to kiss your stomach, working his way up - not even hesitating to kiss on the binder over your chest, like it was natural - to kiss your lips again. "You're perfect." Sam said plainly, like it was fact.

Covering your face with your hand made Sam whine, like a kicked puppy. "Don't hide your face, it's my favorite face." He pouted dramatically.

You scrunched your face up as you removed your hands, putting them on Sam's shoulders contemplatively. An idea struck you. "Gimme your sweatshirt."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I don't have anything on underneath, y'know."

"Good," you mumbled, leaning up to kiss his lips. "Let's trade spots."

Sam lit up, happily shedding the article of clothing to pass to you. When you kissed him again, your own hands running down his chest, you felt yourself burning to ash.

And you liked it.

#puppy writes sam #stardew valley #sdv fanfic #sdv sam #puppy writes transmale!reader #sdv sam x reader

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shanesboyfriend · 1 year

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The Flower Dance (Shane x Reader)

haha first post and its already very self indulgent. anyways, this is based on how i've always danced with shane at the flower dance, since i basically shower him in gifts!! hope you enjoy!

Shane x male!Reader (he/him)

Summary: Obviously you wanted to dance with him. Without a doubt. But you knew he had issues with trust. If you asked him to dance though, he might be upset. Might think your request was a way of you making fun of him or he might take it the wrong way. If he wasn't interested romantically in you, he might close himself off again. There were a lot of ways this could go wrong...

Moving into the Valley was, so far, the best decision you'd ever made.

The Spring had been peaceful and, while you were still finding your footing with this whole farming thing, you'd been doing pretty well! You'd already grown a decent amount of parsnips and the new potatoes and cauliflowers were growing perfectly. Currently you were saving up for some green beans. Though you weren't exactly thinking that hard about that right now.

Right now, you were looking yourself over in a full body mirror, frowning slightly at the blue suit, embroidered with faint, lighter blue floral patterns. "I dunno, Haley," you hummed with a squinted your eyes at yourself, turning to see yourself from the side. "Isn't it a bit..."

"Tacky?" The blonde girl giggled from where she sat on her own bed. Her sister, Emily, had been kind enough to make you an outfit for the Flower Dance this year though you were questioning if the suits were really supposed to be this... uncomfortable. "Yeah," Haley sighed wistfully. "Mayor Lewis loves tradition though. Em's offered to give the outfits an upgrade but he's always refused." She pulled the edge of her skirt down slightly, the soft white fabric looking pretty on her.

Were you not gay, she would undoubtedly been the girl of your dreams.

"At least your dresses are pretty," you pointed out with a pout. "You guys have more stylistic freedom." The men had to wear blue suits with white button up shirts while the girls could wear any white dress so long as the skirt was knee-length.

Haley shrugged with a smirk. "Wear a dress next year then." You paused at her suggestion. The idea tempted you honestly...

Emily knocked on the door quickly. "You guys ready? I don't want us to be late."

"Coming, Em." Haley rolled her eyes almost dramatically. As you got closer to the sisters, they would often comment to you how 'weird' it was that they were sisters, like they were so different they couldn't possibly be related. But then they'd immediately do something so sister-like it floored you.

But hey, what did you know?

The walk to the fields wasn't too long nor was it as bad as you thought it would be in dress clothes. Haley complained a bit about how she didn't want grass stains on her shoes and Emily pointed out how they'd be dancing in a field so it didn't matter.

"Soooo... what's the point of this dance?" You asked as the three of you neared the clearing. You'd understood the point of the Egg Festival and the egg hunt had been fun, but this festival was unknown to you. There'd been nothing like this in the city.

Emily made a little happy sound, twirling a bit as she walked. "Something about fertility rituals." You immediately paled and she just laughed good-naturedly. "The meaning has changed over the years, don't worry!" Emily did another twirl with a reassuring smile. "Nowadays, the dance is just something couples or close friends do together..." She seemed wistful as she stared out at the open field "Dancing is how I feel connected to the world around me." Emily said, almost a dreamy tone to her voice. "I've never bought into the idea of self. It's more sensible to me that we are all ripples in the universe... So dancing makes me feel like I'm apart of the universe, a ripple of my own."

You and Haley shared a look as her sister adjusted the red flower in her blue hair. "She's weird," Haley whispered as Emily made her way into the clearing and out of earshot. "I never understand how her mind works..." Haley sighed with a shake of her head, the flower crown on her head rustling..

Shrugging, you just followed after Haley as she led the way towards Alex. "She's nice though. Could be worse."

Haley gave you a look. "Like that'd stop you." She teased, making you blush.

Her comment wasn't untrue, you thought to yourself as your eyes drifted across the field and landed on a very particular man. One you had, despite his best interest, whittled down enough to be considered a friend. Buying him drinks had certainly earned you favor but the pizza you'd bought him for his birthday had sealed the deal.

You were friends with Shane. Regardless of how hard he'd tried to be mean to you, he'd softened with you. You'd shared a drink with him by the lake and listened to his troubles, his drunken ramblings. At one point, a few days ago, he'd asked if he'd ever gotten sentimental when drunk. You'd lied and said no and he'd told you that, should he ever get that way, to forget whatever he said.

He had issues with intimacy and trust. You had issues with a need to be useful and you did things without really thinking or planning. But hey, it'd landed you here, so maybe it wasn't all bad.

When you had told Haley about your budding friendship with Shane a few days ago, she hadn't even pretended to be surprised. "You befriended me before anyone else," she had said as she painted your nails, "Clearly you have a 'type' of person you like."

You'd chosen to not think about it too much.

"Sooo... you gonna ask him to dance with you?" Present day Haley asked, hands resting on her hips.

Staring at Haley, a few thoughts crossed your mind. First one was that you were never confiding secrets in Haley again. Second was a worry that you were obvious in your feelings for him.

You glanced quickly across the field at Shane, dressed in a plain blue blazer and matching dress pants, the white shirt unbuttoned just a bit at the top and he'd clearly abstained from wearing a tie. He seemed to be conversing with Alex, likely about the recent gridball game. They liked the same team, as far as you knew. Shane seemed so enthralled in the conversation he didn't even notice you staring.

"I have no idea what you mean." You said to Haley with undeserved confidence.

She leveled you with an unimpressed look. "Uh huh. Sure babe. Look, Shane's never been asked to dance by anyone in this town that, like, actually wanted to dance with him specifically. He and Emmy only dance together 'cuz it's mutually beneficial." Haley smirked at you. "He'd probably be reeeeal happy if you asked him. Since you like him and all."

You paused at that, feeling a pang in your heart as you blushed. As Haley walked off to go practice her dance moves, you mulled over her words. You knew Shane hadn't grown up in the valley and, up until a few years ago, he'd never needed to participate in the dance.

So the idea that Shane had never danced with someone who liked him made you feel weird. Not pitiful but something close.

Obviously you wanted to dance with him. Without a doubt. But you knew he had issues with trust. If you asked him to dance though, he might be upset. Might think your request was a way of you making fun of him or he might take it the wrong way. If he wasn't interested romantically in you, he might close himself off again. There were a lot of ways this could go wrong...

You felt yourself zone out. A lot of your thoughts surrounding Shane and what you were going to do. You were so entranced that you didn't even see the little figure approaching you until she tugged on your arm. "Oh!" You exclaimed, looking down at Jas. "Hey sweetheart. You need something?"

Since moving to the town, you'd become familiar with a lot of the townspeople. Jas included. You brought her daffodils almost every morning and chatted with her when you saw her. She was a sweet girl, very mature and observant for her age. Marnie had talked a little bit about her parents being gone, that her mom had been Marnie's niece and Shane's sister. That her death had been devastating.

Jas was acutely aware of her parent's existences. She'd been barely two when they'd died but talking about them upset her immensely.

"Are you going to ask Uncle Shane to dance?" Jas asked innocently, a too-knowing look behind her eyes.

You felt your face heat up, looking away nervously. "Ah, um, well, I... I dunno if he'd want to dance with me. I'm sure he'd rather dance with Emily..."

Jas looked up at you and giggled, almost like you'd said something ridiculous. "He talks about you a lot! I hear him sometimes in the barn talking to Charlie. He really, really likes you." She smiled, taking your hand in hers. "C'mon! I'll help ya!"

"J-Jas- No it's okay! You don't have to-" You stuttered as the girl pulled you across the field. Secretly, though, you let her lead you. A deep part of you wanted Shane to dance with you and Jas could be a good buffer if he said no. Even if he did reject you, he may be softer about it with Jas present...

At least you wouldn't be stewing over 'what-ifs'...

"Uncle Shane!" Jas called, practically skipping over.

Shane's head snapped over immediately, his eyes on her before he looked at you. It made your stomach do flips and made your face heat up. As much as he believed he had fucked up with Jas, he clearly adored her and she adored him in turn. He wasn't perfect, far from it, but you knew he cared.

The thought he'd make a good dad was quickly stamped out before it could blossom.

"What's up squirt?" Shane asked, making his way over. Alex had walked off to go see Haley so it was just the three of you. At least that'd lessen your embarrassment if he rejected you.

Jas said nothing, just reached over and took his hand in hers. Before Shane could ask her what was up, she pressed your hands together, your fingers tangling with Shane's. His hands were warm...

The older man blinked down at his goddaughter, a flush creeping up his neck. "Uhhh... Jas? What's, uh-"

"The farmer wants to dance with you!" She beamed, looking proud of herself and her matchmaking skills. "Have fun!" Jas said before skipping off to find Vincent.

Shane let go of your hand quickly and chuckled nervously. "Uh, sorry about her. She's- that's new from her."

You swayed a bit on your feet, feigning ignorance. "Yeah, I, um, I dunno what that was..." Swallowing, you decided to take a leap. "But, um, if you wanted to dance with me... I- I want to dance with you." You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

Shane stared at you like you'd grown two heads. "You... want to dance with me?" He asked incredulously. "I thought you'd be dancin' with Haley?"

Now it was your turn to stare. "What? No, I- Why would I be dancing with Haley?"

"Dude, you follow her around like a lost puppy." Shane smirked, giving you a look. "Figured you'd be with her."

You blushed a bit and gave him a shrug. "Well, I like you. I'd rather dance with you."

...Fuck, wait, shit!

Shane stared at you, gaze softening slowly. "You're serious?" His voice was soft. As if you were going to pull out the rug from underneath him. Make fun of him.

You nodded quickly, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. "I want to dance with you."

Shane let out a soft huff, smiling down at his shoes. "Yeah. Alright. Since it's you." You swore he was blushing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Um. See you then?"

Feeling lightheaded, you nodded. You knew you were smiling dumbly as Shane walked away. You turned to watch him go and you wondered if he was just as nervous about the whole thing as you were.

#puppy writes shane #stardew valley #sdv fanfic #sdv shane #puppy writes male!reader #sdv shane x reader

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