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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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I learned that I still had some moves left in me much too early this morning, somersaulting out of bed with my arms out like an impossible airplane and, winding myself up in a wretched spaghetti mess of our baby blue sheets, first tumbled, then stumbled, then bumbled my way onto the hardwood floor.

My injuries were rated much further below the scream that had stirred me awake, and so I hurriedly hopped to my feet and raced around the foot of the bed, careful not to trip over Cheers’ doggy bed.

I’d barely wrapped my arms around Leah before she was crying on my shoulder; burying her face against my chest; wiping her eyes and her bedhead feverishly.

Another bad dream, it seemed. I held her as tightly as she liked until her blubbering became coherent speech. Still sniffling and blinking away tears, she asked me, “Do you mind staying awake with me?”

I didn’t even have to shake my head.

Settling behind her and giving her a soft kiss on her forehead, I spent my morning listening to my lovely wife detail the disaster that had befallen the evanescent garden she only saw in her dreams.

#source:#http://5qui99l3draws.tumblr.com/post/176032899434/wanted-to-practice-that-messy-coloring-style-a

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Strangely, it seemed that Pierre had absolutely nothing in the entire nebula to say about buying a large, silver-crested mirror off him at this hour, my shirt a mess and my hair as awful as last night’s Angler meal. Barely flinging the gold his way and only one-half of my already-halved mind listening to his following thank you, I kicked the store door open with my dirty boots, held our new mirror high, high, dangerously high above my head, and proceeded to march back home.

I kicked that door open, too, and found Leah still standing at the coffee table, arms folded.

Like some astronomical deity of muscles and testosterone, I threw the mirror down on its stand in front of me, speed-walked over to Leah, and lightly grabbed her hand, bringing her over to our new addition to the “ugly furniture” family.

Both my hands on either of her arms, I positioned her in front of the mirror and chuckled.

“There. ‘Beautiful’.”

Leah’s reflection’s expression softened into a smile, then Leah herself turned around with a huff and a crinkle on her nose. She picked up the notepad on the table, grabbed the pencil out of my flannel pocket, and (minding my gaze with a glare) aggressively drew a slash along the paper.

The score was now Carter, 13, and Leah, 12.

I beamed like I’d gone to the bathroom by myself for the first time. Leah wasn’t as happy.

“All right,” I started, “find me something that fits the definition of...” I trailed off, then saw Cheers sleeping in the other room. “...a dog.”

It was mainly an excuse to hold our pup.

Leah instead turned the mirror around, and I stared daggers at Leah giggling in the glass in front of me.

#source:#https://a-reb.tumblr.com/post/177127070717/first-try-at-painting-leah-and-shhhh-i-know-i-can

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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I took Leah fishing with me this afternoon.

Putting on my baseball cap, wrestling on my rubber boots, and grabbing my fishing pole off the wall by the door, I had to quicken my pace to keep up with the overly giddy Leah as she practically skipped ten feet ahead of me.

I never pegged her as one to enjoy fishing, considering her daily intake of grass, wine that doesn’t belong to her, and cheese that she didn’t even make, but seeing as how my fishing endeavors were usually on the boring side, I didn’t really question the company.

After buying some fresh bait from Willy, Leah followed me to my usual spot right in front of the store on the boardwalk. Pulling over a spare chair, I took a seat in my usual and patted the addition with a look at Leah. She took the hint, and sat in the chair as if listening to a teacher in school, hands in her lap and her knees rubbing against one another.

After about half an hour of fruitless casts, my curiosity overtook me.

“I didn’t see you as someone who enjoyed fishing.”

Leah beamed in an instant. “I stopped after awhile. In all my years of living here, I’ve NEVER caught a fish! Not by my cottage, not by the bridge, not by Robin’s, and not even here!” She spread out her arms like an eagle for emphasis. “The ocean!” Her hands went back to her lap, and she was quiet again.

“But still, why’d you want to come with me?”

Leah played with her braid absent-mindedly. “Well... I might not enjoy fishing that much, but I certainly enjoy you.”

At that moment, I felt a tug on the fishing rod and let loose a silly grin. I turned to Leah, who was shaking her fists in front of her face excitedly.

I handed her the rod. “Reel ‘em in, Leah.”

I could see a lightbulb buzz on in her head, and without a word, she took it out of my hands and began to reel it up as hard as she could. Her attitude immediately flipped, and soon enough we were BOTH whooping and hollering at the top of our lungs, waiting for our catch to surface.

And surface it did.

Tonight, we eat Halibut!

#source:#http://froginthepantry.tumblr.com/post/155136749926/finally-got-around-to-finishing-a-request-of-leah

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Leah likes to stare up at the moon sometimes. Sometimes I’ll find her sitting on the porch in her chair, drinking a glass of wine, and sometimes I’ll hear stomping on the roof and find her staring wide-eyed down at me like I was the weirdo.

I approached her last night as she creaked her chair back and forth, muttering something about it being “off-kilter” with a glare on her brow.

I apparently startled her. “What are you doing out here, anyway?”

Leah opened her mouth to speak, then shut it, tugged at her bottom lip, and looked at her shoes. She gave the sleeping Cheers to her left a once-over, and regarded the empty glass on the floor for a second or two.

She finally leaned back in her chair. I walked over to my own next to her’s and fell into it with a sigh.

She tossed her head around overdramatically, a smile on her lips.

“I’ve been arguing with it for the past few months.”

One of her hands lazily swung up to touch mine.

“Oh, the things I’ve told it I would happily give, just so I could bring you the moon itself.” She leaned over and planted a palm in her cheek. “Though I don’t think the brightest thing in the entire starry sky could hold a candle to you, dear.”

#source:#https://www.deviantart.com/kenichir0/art/Leah-598728795

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Leah was playing Tag with Cheers today, sprinting through the yard and swiping at thin air as our Corgi ducked out of her arms at breakneck speed time and time again.

She’s such a child, playing with a dog.

...she still hasn’t tagged me though.

#source:#http://fletchfox.tumblr.com/post/155180711467/finally-got-done-with-a-request-for-pudassassin

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Today was a pretty rough one. I’d forgotten that Pierre was off on a trip into the city, and in my string of curses I both traumatized Vincent and Jaz who were nearby, AND forgot what I was gonna buy anyway.

After getting a slight earful from Jodi and a piercing sharp death glare from Kent, I trudged back home and tripped on a root, and after digging it up in a mixture of pure hatred and genuine curiosity, all I found was a few mixed seeds I couldn’t do anything with at all.

Finally getting home, I met Callus in his stable and fed him, only to get shoved with a gluttonous flank; I went into the coop and was swarmed by my chickens who’d apparently been frightened from the storm earlier; my first step into the barn was nothing worth admitting.

Almost collapsing through the door, I expected Leah to be watching her favorite cooking show or already asleep, but instead, she nearly tackled me to the ground in a hug, held my hand, and sat me down at the kitchen, then made me a trout soup, plopped a cold beer in my palms, and gave me a kiss on the cheek before heading outside. All without a word, even if I gave her many of my own in my grumbling recounting of the afternoon.

However, she stopped at the doorway and gave me a wink.

“Keep that soup warm, I’m gonna want some when I get back.”

“Hurry up, then,” I told her, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

#source:#https://www.deviantart.com/wlack/art/Stardew-Valley-Leah-599618362

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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There isn’t much to say about Leah that doesn’t already describe a newborn puppy.

#source: https://www.deviantart.com/reptiliandraw/art/Leah-in-a-water-fights-Stardew-valley-603758759

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Before we met each other, Leah and I were lost in this world.

I wore iron chains from the second I woke up to the second I fell asleep; I trudged to work where I sat in a rotten prison cell of a cubicle, feeling the grimy dust particles sputtering in through the vents roam aimlessly around my head, as free as a bird and the sky but hopelessly trapped in a nest of monotony.

Leah was a hot air balloon shot down at the last chance, her only source of inspiration and creativity never sparing her the time of day nor a millisecond’s wayward thought until other eyes looked her way first. The city was a thunderstorm, slowly making its danger and horrific methods known to her on the horizon, and she didn’t want to be around for the crash.

I was called by a letter. Leah was called by a mention in a conversation she wasn’t even a part of.

I took a bus, staring out the window and watching as the greys, blacks, and whites of the bustling cityscape devolved into fields of grass and flowers, speckled with the glistening drops of the morning dew that stretched for miles until they became parts of mountains, and cliffs, and trees.

Leah hitchhiked, drifting from one place to another and only fueled by her tormenting desire to escape the people, the places, and the one grueling face she’d tried so hard to convince time and time again that her dreams were a thing worth pursuing to the end.

I think a lot about how my life would have turned out had I remained in the city, but those trains are thoroughly dashed whenever I find her looking at me out of the corner of her eye, seated at her easel and giggling behind her bitten lip.

It doesn’t matter about before. We’re not them anymore. And we’re much happier because of it.

#source:#https://link-and-leah.tumblr.com/post/158111684071/as-a-human-im-also-interested-in-how-we-shape

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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I don’t think Leah knows exactly what it means to “knock on wood”, but at least we have a new dining table.

...

Leah has just informed me that it’s actually supposed to be a chair.

#source: http://stardew-valley.tumblr.com/post/141257205033/niklos-draws-leah-so-cool

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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“What’s it like to grow a beard?” Leah asked me one afternoon as I sat on the porch.

I took a second to hum, then leaned forward in my seat and said simply, “It’s a lot like if you’d unraveled your braid and wrapped it around your face. It’s itchy and ticklish sometimes, too.”

Leah marched over to me and grabbed me by my cheeks, one eye narrowed in obvious study. She turned me this way and that then, feeling satisfied, went inside.

Half an hour later, she walked back out wearing one of my flannels (which was much too big for her), her ginger hair in a scruffy beard around her mouth and up her cheeks with awful applications of duct tape.

“Now we can both be lumberjacks,” she told me proudly, pulling up a chair, pursing her lips, and kicking back next to me.

I smiled. “All right then, go out and chop the west fields up.”

Leah yawned in an instant, getting up and stretching. “Sorry ‘bud’, I’ve gotta go drink a few beers, leave cheese open on the counter, and fall asleep naked on the couch like a MAN.”

I only did that like once.

#source:#http://peapupful.tumblr.com/post/153004616441/request-for-pudassassin-artist-leah

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Today, I was out in the greenhouse tending to my strawberries.

They were due to produce soon, so I wanted to make sure that the world was ready for their arrival. I had just gotten off my knees and brushed the dirt from my jeans when I heard the door open behind me.

With little brambles in her ginger hair and splotches of treading paint on her boots, Leah lit up like the morning sun before me in the entryway. "You wanna play Hide-And-Seek?" she asked me, plucking an apple off the nearby tree and cleaning it.

"Look outside," I replied snippily.

"The rain doesn't seem to mind me!" She whooped, doing a little twirl on the floor. "Two people wouldn't be too much of a bother on them."

She turned her head to gaze outside.

"Rain is such a lonely kind of wonderful happenstance, watering plants and nature with no one to enjoy it," she told me, shaking her head.

I decided to humor her.

"You're it," she said.

It's half past midnight.

I think she's still out there, splashing around the salmonberry bushes and marveling at the loveliest kind of being alive.

#source: https://www.deviantart.com/muddymuds/art/Leah-597458482

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Leah is sick with a cold right now.

Her hair is full of fly-aways, she's shivering like it's thirty below, and all she wants to do is sleep.

I made her toast, eggs, and fried tomatoes for breakfast, and let her eat it in bed. She seemed to enjoy the toast, played with her eggs like an infant, and munched on the tomatoes.

As she grabs a tissue to blow her nose, I shake my head and cross my arms.

"Did we learn our lesson today?"

She gives me a pair of narrowed eyes. "The deer need to eat, too."

The storm outside roars in agreement. I promptly close the curtains.

#source: https://www.deviantart.com/sinowl/art/Leah-597492450

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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As I was making breakfast this morning, I heard something slam into the window, and so I went out to investigate only to find a small bird writhing in the grass.

Leah brought it in in a flash, poking holes in the empty shoebox from my new pair of boots and lining it with paper towels before settling her injured friend inside. She made sure it was warm and safe before going about her day, only to feverishly, worriedly, check up on it every half hour or so.

The bird seemed to get over its initial shock after the first twenty minutes, and spent the next twenty hyperventilating in its little temp-home. Leah made sure to keep an eye on it with respect for its distance, and was rooting for the little guy the entire time.

But as dinner came, and I re-entered the house with a basket of eggs, I saw Leah crouching over the little shoebox, head in her hands and shoulders quivering. She got over her sniffles, but a small frown and a pair of unsure eyebrows took its place, and I could tell it was upsetting her.

"I... really would've liked to save the little guy," she admitted, hands around her ankles as she sat and looked at it.

I scooted up next to her and hugged her close with an arm.

"You did everything you could, dear. That's all that bird could've asked for."

She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. She must've not found anything else to say. Instead, she hummed after that, rose up, and carefully grabbed the shoebox in both hands.

I wasn't quick enough on my feet to see her leave through the front door, but I followed the sound of it and found her out in the back digging a small hole with one of my shovels. After she made sure it was sizable, she gingerly placed the shoebox inside, buried it, and stuck a little stick up as a tombstone.

There, by the side of our silo on a cool summer evening, with the wind blowing through the trees and the chickens chirping in the coop, we held a service for the nameless bird that crashed into our kitchen window. Leah delivered a tearful eulogy spanning the entirety of the time she knew him.

Which was about thirty minutes long.

The best thirty minutes of my life.

#source: https://www.deviantart.com/bearsqueak/art/Leah-from-Stardew-Valley-600992242

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Today, when I went to go check the mail, Leah sprinted past me in a blur, grabbing the morning’s take and diving back inside.

I followed her, and saw her reading a letter.

“It’s my parents,” she said, minding me.

“You gonna write back?” I asked her, receiving a nod.

Leah grabbed a sheet of pine tree paper from her workshop and began to write. A few hours later, she showed me what all she had written down. It was a curious letter, with cute words and phrases like “giblet gravy” and “jazzed” that promised a reunion in the next week.

She took it gently from my hands when I was done and promptly threw it into the fire.

When I asked her why she’d just done that, she smiled a little smile and crossed her arms in front of the flickering light, staring at it.

“Family is everything,” she began, suddenly brushing her hand against mine, “but that’s why I’m here with you.”

#source: https://www.deviantart.com/stungman/art/Leah-Stardew-Valley-607785110

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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This morning, when I woke up, I smelled fresh tomatoes and corn sizzling from the kitchen.

I pulled on my flannel and walked out of the bedroom to find Leah wearing a chef’s hat and an apron, humming to herself as she worked.

I was about to surprise her when she suddenly spoke.

“I wonder if the bees are attracted to the birds.”

I went back to bed shortly thereafter.

#source: https://stardewaddiction.tumblr.com/post/158653529341/antsama-im-not-dead-ive-been-drawing-a-lot

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Leah is lying down in the snow right now.

“I want to know what it feels like to be a flower,” she tells me.

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stardewvalleyrotica-blog · 6 years

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Today, as I opened the front door, I caught Leah watering my plants for me.

At the sight of me, she let out a little noise and took cover behind the stalks of corn, hoping that I wouldn’t find her as long as either of us lived.

I kept on with my day, making sure to give my new plant some water so she could grow.

“Ginger is a weird kind of plant, isn’t it?” I asked the bees, who swirled around me in a haze and buzzed happily at the sight of the tulips on the edge of the pond.

Leah snuck up behind me and planted a dandelion in my hair.

“Now you’re part of the garden,” she affirmed, hands at her hips.

“Ginger doesn’t talk,” I tutted.

“Neither do dandelions,” she said.

We stood there for a while in a windy silence until we both collapsed from the heat. We called it a truce, and I made us dinner while Leah painted a picture about what all we’d done today.

My fried mushroom paled in comparison.

#source: https://bouncytuna.tumblr.com/post/174124213757/leah-stardew-valley-both-my-boyfriend

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