Stardew Valley Sam Fanart Novels & Stories

Sam said, as if he was suddenly the most understanding person in the world. I stared at him, skeptical, for a long moment. “All right. For now, I need to commune with the forest.” “Oommm,” Sam said, closing his eyes and making that gesture with his arms again. I couldn’t help but punch him in the stomach. It wasn’t even as hard as I can punch, but he pretended like I’d knocked the wind out of him, stumbling backward, running into the stump, and almost falling down. It was all a little too dramatic, but it did make me laugh.

"Art is more my friend's thing, but I can handle a few sketches here and there. My work has nothing on her refined paintings, but it's enough to get by in the fashion world so I've never tried to get better. Do you like to draw as well?" "Yes!" Sam nodded enthusiastically. "I mean, I prefer reading, but I also like drawing my favorite characters, and Ethan always says that it's good to have a creative outlet, whatever that means. I think he has some of the good paper stocked in his office, but I'm not allowed in there..."

"Isn't it possible ?" Sam downed the rest of his wine then took my empty glass. "Wait a minute, I'll get my camera," he said with a smile that made me want to kiss him. I watched him walk until he disappeared into his kitchen and then continued to look at his creations. Sam is really gifted at taking photos. Even a view of a row of trees that should look ordinary can turn into an artistic masterpiece.

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“Mom’s gone,” said the voice on the other side. “Went down for cigarettes. Come on, let me in.” I opened the door. Sam stood there, staring back, concern etched on his face. At 15, he looked older than his age. He’d grown early, to almost six feet, but he hadn’t filled out yet, and he was awkward and gangly. With black hair and brown eyes, his coloring was similar to mine. We definitely looked related. I could see the concern on his face. He loved me more than anything.

She'd been watching him as he cleaned and repaired the house over the last four weeks. And now he was here - just in time for her annual manifestation. Sam Holiday was perfect. Strong, handsome and kind. With his shoulder-length black hair, and the scruff of a beard he hadn't shaved, he looked a bit like a pirate, but his gray eyes were kind, and his smile was always near the surface. He was the shortest of his brothers but still easily topped six feet, and his wiry frame boasted both grace and strength. His hands - long, slim, agile - those drew her attention the most. While he clearly wasn't afraid to work with them, something about their elegance told her he was an artist, even before he

Silly as it may seem, even by hurrying around to the passenger side to open the truck door for me. Sam holds my hand, steadying me as I climb into the truck with the drowsing Julia, then closes the door firmly. I can’t help my eyes follow him around the front of the truck to the driver’s side. Running a farm is physical work, and Sam’s no slouch in other ways either. He’s part of the township’s volunteer fire department and as one of the few with trained carpentry skills, he’s been part of building many of the houses and stores here. Baseball training heaped on top of all the physical activity keeps him on his toes and in tip-top shape and the tailored cut of his uniform accentuates his phys

Sam laughs. I step deeper into the water, gathering the hem of my black dress up to my thighs. “He said I was too weird to be with,” I admit, shaking my head. “And I let his words get to me. Maybe I am too weird. Maybe I will be alone forever because I’d rather stay home and write fan fiction than go see Derek’s brother’s band play in Missy Spencer’s garage. It smells like soup in there. Always.” Sam laughs and runs his hand through his hair. “It does. Tomato soup. I’ve been in there before watching said band. You didn’t miss anything.”

Samantha unwrapped the last one. “What the... fuck!” She said, shaking her head, chuckling as she gazed at the piece of art. My forehead furrowed, glancing in her direction. “If you have no intention of marrying this girl, at least hire her to be part of your team, Blake,” she joked, turning the painting to me. “If I were her, I would keep this in my bedroom just in case I get lonely at night,” she grinned. I was her model in the painting, looking sexually attractive just wearing the towel on my hips. It was just before Stella and her left to go to the hospital. “Wow!” Samantha said in awe. “The details of her painting was incredible,”

After my shower last night, I’d collapsed into bed and fallen asleep almost instantly. Before I knew it, Sam had crawled under the covers beside me, phone in hand, already playing the clips. They were short videos—all but the last one. “This is it, Dad!” Sam cried excitedly, clicking on the final clip. The video showed Sam being painted and dressed as a warrior of the Moon Goddess, while a voice narrated the story of Fenric and Killian.