#sam beans

[stevenspinkhat]

Finally finished this piece I started over a year ago based off a @myriadus fic lol

[baconmoop]

ALEXA, HOW BIG IS MIKE'S DICK?

[snowpiart]

it's the 80s baby

[darkkkun]

she doesn’t ask about his bruises and he doesn’t mention how the phone call she’s waiting for is never gonna come.

[the-antivan-draws]

Man I wish I could watch it… I’m poor with no viable source of income so- Just realised I didn’t shade jaundice. Don’t care.

[aleksandr-is-probably-gay-blog]

Mike x Sam // Love Letters (CO198X)

Anonnie asked for this on Tumblr!

CO98x: Mike gets suspicious love letters in his locker from an anonymous person. Sam and Amanda wrote the first one together as a joke, but Samuel keeps writing them for his own fun until he starts to actually believe the things he writes. (bonus points if Mike is fully aware of the fact it's Sam due to how incoherent and rambly it is loool)

Yep! Enjoy :) ----------------> Another day, another letter in Mike's locker. He had no idea how anyone could like him, but apparently someone does. Sometimes, they were pranks, only because he could recognize Amanda's handwriting.

Some sounded like long, drunken rants and others were short and sweet compliments. This helped Mike either decide it was Sam or Amanda. It just had to be one of them.

They would snicker when he opened his locker, the pink envelope falling onto the ground. None of the notes had a name attached, so they remained anonymous until someone would step forward.

Today's note was scribbled on a napkin, something totally new. He recognized the handwriting but this one seemed more sincere.

"Mike,

These were started as a joke. I never wanted to admit it to myself, but I actually *scribbles* like you. You are so incredible and strong and wonderful and you're pretty cool. You're an amazing friend and I'd love to see you as a boyfriend. Stay Cool.

-Anonymous <3"

That was a new one. Mike's eyes grow wide as a blush spreads across his face. He slowly pieced it together. He only has one friend. Samuel.

Mike decides to corner him one day as he's under the beachers, smoking at lunch.

"Sam, can we-we talk?" he stutters. Sam looks up, meeting their gazes.

"Sure Mike, what's up?" he replies.

"Can you explain," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the crumpled note. "this?" Mike asks, holding it up.

"Does it not explain itself?" Sam challenges.

"I mean, uh-yeah but-um I-I'm not s-sure who it is." Mike replies.

"It's me, dumbass. It started as a joke between 'Manda and I and it just kept going. I'm sorry for doing this to you, but I just, I slowly fell in love." Sam trails off, taking a puff of his joint.

"That's sweet." Mike replies.

"Do you like me back?" Sam asks.

"I-I don't know. I've never been in love before so I-" Sam crashes his lips onto Mike's. They both instantly feel sparks and see fireworks.

"Yeah, I think you like me back." Sam says once they pull away.

"I-um-I." Mike can't continue. He's too struck by Sam.

"You free tonight?" Sam asks. Mike nods. "Great, let's go on a date."

fin.

[beesidju]

what are you gonna do about it if it doesn’t come out? nothin. 

[cattlechop]

“You look like shit, Samuel.”

Sam doesn’t even need to hear the tell-tale sound of bubblegum popping to know that Amanda has finally approached him. His hand jitters as he brings it up to swipe quickly under the bottom of his nose– god it fucking burns–before clearing his throat. “Fuck off Amanda.”

It doesn’t come out as strong as Sam would have liked, and he knows Amanda has caught on by the way her eyes narrow as she assesses him. Fuck, he felt way to squirrel-y to be looked at too closely, skin too tight, clothes too heavy. He supposed he could chalk it up to the fact that they were at a party after all, but Sam knows Amanda will see right through him. Just like she always fucking does.

He’s just thankful he at least remembered to bring his sunglasses in his dazed high. The last thing he wanted to hear was Amanda’s screeching voice as she asked him about the blossoming bruise on his brow bone.

“Are you high?”

“Do you always have to ask so many fucking questions?”

Pop. The sound of her bubblegum chewing drove Sam crazy. Usually he was able to ignore it, it had become white nose at this point, but now…He shook out his shoulders, letting out a quick laugh–heh– as he rolled his neck in a way he hoped looked more cool than jerky. Sam sniffed once more, eyes darting towards Amanda’s non to pleased expression. He ignores it, and instead jerks his head over to where Mike was standing in the corner. The larger boy caught Sam’s movement with a raised eyebrow, apparently watching their little conversation. Sam resisted the urge to give him the middle finger, shooting him his trademark finger guns instead. It was Mike who ended up flipping the bird. That bastard.

“What were you talking to Mikie about in the corner, huh?”

“Are you seriously trying to change the subject? That doesn’t matter.” With an indignant huff, Amanda crossed her arms, sneaker tapping on the floor impatiently. “And will you take off those stupid glasses? We’re inside you idiot.”

It was as though it was in slow motion, the way Amanda quickly reached out to snatch Sam’s glasses off his face. Thankfully he was a few seconds ahead of her, but even with his sunglasses on in the dim lighting of the party, there was no mistaking the large flinch of Sam’s shoulders as Amanda’s small hand came close to his face. She paused, hand hanging in the air a moment before dropping down to her side.

“Did he hit you again?”

“Fucking christ Amanda. I’m not answering any questions until you answer mine first. What. Were. You. Doing. With. Mikie?”

Sam watches the way Amanda’s gaze flicks over to where Mike is standing as well, but she doesn’t seem phased by the fact that he had been staring at them this whole time. Her bottom lip goes between her teeth, something a little out of character for the blonde, and it makes Sam scowl–Something a little out of character for him as well, considering his usual Cheshire grin. He follows her gaze back over to Mike, not too surprised to see that Hannah had joined the larger male’s side. What the fuck were they even doing here? Sam loved Mike, but didn’t they have some nerd shit to do or something?

“What? Are you guys fuckin or somethin?” It's not like Sam can really talk, but the idea of Mike fucking Amanda made him a little sick.

“God, please. I’m not that desperate.”

Sam ignores the fact that he’s relieved by the tone of disgust in her voice. She definitely wasn’t fucking Mike.

Am I???? actually going??? somewhere???? with this???  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯