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peeweekey · 1 month

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8:05 | SAM

word count: 3.2k

summary: sam’s ten heart event with a twist.

tags: winter, developing relationships, fluff, swearing, cuddling, hiding from his mother in his bed lol

a/n: this spiralled out of my control and into 3k words… enjoy!

it’s cold.

the fleece coat you’ve bundled yourself in cannot protect goosebumps from forming from the biting chill of the valley’s winter nights. your breaths come out in cloudy puffs of air, the heat slowly draining out of every exhale. it’s dark out, poorly spaced lampposts providing the bare minimum amount of light to navigate.

you got sam’s letter earlier, a clumsily written note that was stuffed haphazardly into your farm’s mailbox—the yellow lined paper he used, all crumpled and ripped.

meet me in front of my house! at 8 pm, i’ll be waiting. there’s something i want to tell you.

the ending sentence is somehow even more sloppily written compared to the ones before it. as if he was debating whether or not to add it in, but ultimately decided for it—it’s funny to imagine him hunched over his desk, stressing over what to write to you.

well, you won’t deny feeling excitement over the possibility of whatever sam has to say. if the subtle skip in your step is anything to go by.

you walk through the silent night of the town, it seems like everything’s frozen in place during the colder times of the year—everyone’s safe at home, toasty under their covers and you’d imagine thoroughly enjoying going to bed at 7 pm.

you do too, sometimes. there’s less to do when the ground is too frozen to plant any crop.

there’s a lot more free time out of the farm during the winter. you’ve really started integrating yourself with the townspeople—helping haley find her bracelet, befriending sam’s prickly coworker shane, and even discovering a shadowperson named Krobus in the town sewers. it really is starting to feel like home.

walking, you cut the corner passing by emily and haley’s house—and there he is.

he looks devastatingly handsome all dressed in winter clothing. his regular denim jacket switched out for a dark woolen coat, his pants are unripped and, surprisingly, not smeared with dirt.

though what you like most about his winter attire is his hair. those wild golden locks are laid flat under a woolen beanie—a stark difference from the spiked updo he usually does (though you like that one too). the tips of his hair are slightly curled upwards, revealing that family trait of curly hair.

you creep closer, just watching him wait for you—the way he folds his arms in an attempt to warm up, and the little shuffle he does on his feet. you laugh softly, he must’ve been waiting a while—just like you have for him.

sam turns at the sound of your laugh, his body unconsciously tilting towards you, like a magnet’s uncontrollable attracting to metal. “you made it,” he breathes, his nose, ears and cheeks pinkened by the cold.

you nod, unable to stop a bashful smile from forming on your lips. “i made it.”

a big grin splits his face, mimicking yours. underneath the lone lamplight he looks jaw-droppingly handsome. you feel yourself become warm just in proximity to him.

“i wanted to talk to you in private,” he says. sam’s buzzing with energy, surveying the dark streets before meeting your gaze with his. “it’s kinda cold out here though… i, um—i can sneak you into my room…”

your heart skips a beat, like you’ve skipped a step on a staircase. “what?” you croak.

your eyes catch onto him wringing his fingers, a nervous habit you can’t help but always notice (not because his hands are nice and interesting to look at, not at all).

“you don’t wanna?”

“no!” you inhale, trying to alleviate the twisting sensation in your gut. “i do wanna, ahem, lead the way.”

sam smiles at you, dimples and all. he leads you towards the tiny bedroom window in front of his house. the window is already open—you assume that’s where he jumped out of to meet you.

he climbs through the window with minimal effort, landing on the flooring with a dull thump!

you raise a brow. “have you done this before?”

sam stretches his hand out to you, waiting. his smile turnt sheepish. “i mean, i think we were all rebellious teenagers once.”

you resist the urge to snort—sam’s nervous, you can tell. he doesn’t have his quips and jokes tonight. and he’s shy, but eager. like a puppy, excited and curious about the world.

“o-kay,” you say, one hand in his hand the other set firmly on the windowsill. “make sure i don’t fall please.”

sam nods, eagerly. the curled ends of his hair shake along with the motion as he does.

how endearing.

you tighten your grip on his hand, hauling yourself through the small window, trying your damn best to not make any sudden noise. which is successful for the most part, only a tiny huff of exertion escapes you.

annoying, yes. but the chill of winter burns through any energy you have faster than other seasons.

your feet connect with the wood of his floor, hand still clasped in his and the chill merely at your back. it’s warm inside, with him.

his room is the same as it’s always been when you’d visit before—shelves, band equipment, posters—but the ambiance is different. a little more charged with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

sam does not bother turning on his light, you don’t mind it all that much. but it takes some effort to avoid tumbling over stray objects that clutter his bedroom floor.

“look, I know I’ve been about nothing but the band for a while now…” he starts. “but I don’t want you to think that’s all i’m interested in.”

you chuckle, clasping your fingers behind your back. “it certainly takes up a big chunk of your interests.”

he pouts, literally pouts. it must be the love bug you caught because you think it’s just plain adorable. “i’m really trying over here!”

“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”

“well, um… shoot, this is kinda hard, huh?” he forces an awkward chuckle. “and nerve-wrecking… but what i’m trying to say is…”

“i’m really happy that we’ve grown this close, and well…” sam looks at you, he’s stupidly red—the color spreading all over his face. “i—i’m just wondering, do you think of me as… just a friend?”

your breath stutters, and you feel yourself blushing before you can do anything to stop it. you stare at him as he does with you. the two of you locking eyes for a second, it feels like it’s just you and him in the world.

you feel your shy admittance at the tip of your tongue. no, you’d say, you’re more than that for me, if you want to be.

sam smiles at you, shy but so, so overwhelmingly bright—it’s blinding. your head is running a mile a minute when you finally get the courage—

“sam!” you hear jodi’s groggy voice from outside the door. your stomach drops with dread. “somebody’s at the door! go and check please?”

you lock eyes once again, this time for entirely different reasons, and with entirely different feelings.

“oh my god, sam,” you whisper hurriedly, panic gripping you. “your mom doesn’t know i’m here—what do we do—”

“hold on—” he replies, with the same sense of urgency as you. “okay, okay—i have a plan, just trust me, ‘kay?”

you think you might break out into a cold sweat. you look at him quizzically, “what?”

sam gives you an apologetic smile with that stupid beautiful face of his, he moves forward, grabbing you by your wrists, and moving you with him—towards his bed.

“sam!” you hiss, alarms are blaring in every corner of your mind as sam all but drags you under the toasty covers of his bed. he lifts the blanket and stations you by the edge, covering you in the blanket—which is now a lumpy mess.

this is his childhood bed you’re in, where his mother and brother are just by the door.

and his mother is calling him.

“i’ll get this over with quick,” he says to you, already heading towards the door of his room. “hang on tight, ‘kay?”

you breathe a sound of agreement, way too jittery to formulate any proper response as you quieten under the covers.

though the sheets do feel nice, and smells overwhelmingly of that specific cologne he uses (stolen from joja inventory, he told you once). you will yourself not to relax and melt into the sheets so fast. instead, you listen for each and every sound that may give hint to whatever the hell is happening.

there’s a commotion that you can hear happening, the door swings open, the hinges creaking along with it—this whole surreal experience feels a little like the confrontation part of a horror movie, the helpless victim hiding and the heavy footfalls of the killer.

though in your case, it’s not one set of footsteps, but two.

“what are you two doing here?”

“you’re the one who called us over, remember?” you can recognize the band’s shut-in pianist’s voice from anywhere. “you were all like, stop skipping practice, seb.”

sam’s voice is oddly pitchy when he responds. “…well, tonight’s no good!”

you hear the other person huff, you strain your ears harder to listen. the huffing person clearly fed up with the strange behavior sam’s putting out right now.

“my mom and vincent are asleep,” he adds hurriedly. “they’d wake up—”

you resist the urge to groan, stifling your mouth under a sweaty palm. jodie was just speaking to him minutes ago, there’s no way they’d buy that. he cannot be a more obvious liar.

thankfully they gloss over the fact. “sam, why are you acting so damn weird?” sebastian asks, straightforward as ever.

“yeah,” the other voice adds. feminine but strong. which you now identify as abigail’s, you hear a pinch of impatience in her voice. “and why are you red? did you sit outside in the snow or something—”

sam chokes, which he tries to conceal as an odd sounding cough. abigail pauses mid-sentence. the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. you screw your eyes shut, hearing the rapid rate of your heartbeat. it’s so loud you’re almost convinced the trio can hear the thumping from your hiding spot under the sheets. this is it, they’re going to discover you.

“oh, oh i see,” abigail grins. “on second thought, i wouldn't risk catching all those germs. i’m feeling starved, let’s hit the saloon, seb.”

the aforementioned man grumbles, seemingly puzzled by the sudden switch in abigail’s attitude. “huh… why?” abigail must have whispered something to him—you can barely hear over the muffle of sam’s blanket comforters. “ugh, alright. fine. you owe us one, sam.”

“oh, of course! mhm, yup,” you cringe at the immense awkwardness of sam’s response, feeling the overwhelming urge to pull out your own hair. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah? now shoo! wouldn’t wanna get you both sick or somethin’…”

“huh?” sebastian replies, rightfully puzzled as they’re forcefully pushed out of the room. “why would we see you tomorrow if you’re sick—”

“well seb,” abigail says smugly. “let’s just say sammy here is taking care of some important business—”

“okay, bye!” you hear the door click shut. to your utter bewilderment, sam shut the door in their faces.

the room is deathly quiet, the air is stagnant and stuffy. once you feel it safe enough, you crane your neck out of the blankets to check over him. to trace any lingering feeling the sudden visit might’ve given him. sam’s got his back rested against the wood of his door, his back slumped.

“i—i wasn’t expecting that,” you say quietly from your hiding spot on his bed. peeking the top half of your face, watching the door carefully. “kinda nerve-wracking.”

and embarrassing.

“i know—i’m sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “i didn’t expect them coming over.”

“sebastian said you invited them for practice, though.” you point out.

“maybe i did,” he admits, creeping closer to you on the bed, even if he’s guilty and embarrassed. “i totally forgot—i mean, i was really nervous! my mind blanks when i get nervous…”

sam stops right by the side of the bed, as if he’s waiting for your permission to get in with you—in his own bed. and to be perfectly honest, you really want him to.

“kinda ruined the atmosphere too,” he looks away from you, eyes downcast and melancholy. “i had this whole thing planned too, and i, just… ugh…”

your eyes soften. “sam, it’s really fine. okay, maybe a little shocking but you know it’s not enough to scare me away.”

he looks down at you, worried. his eyebrows are ever so slightly pinched—you wish you could run your fingers over it, and smooth it out yourself.

“plus,” you murmur, reaching over the small amount of space between the two of you to clasp his wrist. “i’m not just gonna leave… just tell me what you were going to say—before the… interruption.”

that gives you the final push to gather your courage to tug him into bed with you. sam follows, flopping onto the empty bedding next to you without a fight. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, side by side, slowly huddling closer and closer for warmth.

and sam is warm. he’s practically radiating comfy heat you wish to burrow into—or wrap yourself around. the perfect bed-partner for winter nights like these.

you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.

sam angles his body towards you. you on your back and him on his side, it feels intimate and special. and for some reason, it feels familiar—like you’ve always belonged by his side.

“i think you know already,” he tells you, his eyes are not clear in the dim light but you know, there are practically hearts in them. “that i like you.”

you giggle softly. “and i think you know the same about me.”

sam tentatively grasps your hand, the freezing fingertips thawing under his careful touch. the caress of his hand on yours sends tingling electricity down your spine, your whole body feels alert—alive.

he speaks again, but this time his tone is a whisper of what it usually is. “stay awhile?”

“yeah,” you swallow, squeezing his hand in your grip. a small smile on your lips. “yes, i want to.”

“good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the edges so softly and the dimples on his cheeks deepen. there really is no one else who can compare for you. “hey, you’re really cold… let me warm you up?”

you turn to your side, facing him. at this angle, your faces are mere inches apart. you can trace every dip, line and curve of his face, and he yours. your hand tingles with the overwhelming urge to reach for him and squeeze.

“it is cold,” you agree. “i’d very much like that.”

“phew,” he softly sighs. sam drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at your elbow. wherever he touches, a whisper of him lingers on your skin—a bone deep imprint you yearn for him to spread all across your skin.

you roll into him with little to no effort at all. sam drags you to his chest, your ear perched right above his heart, you can hear the steady thump! of his heartbeat from underneath. sam winds his arms around you, intensifying the heat you feel by tenfold—it’s not uncomfortable at all, though. you like it.

your bodies fit perfectly together, just like puzzle pieces. a mess of limbs tangling together. the warmth of him making you shudder in honey-like delight. it feels syrupy and soft and warm wrapped in his arms.

his hand at your back travels downwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake you feel even through the thickness of the fabric separating the skin of your back and his fingertips. his hands feel rough and calloused at the small of your back—from playing guitar and his skateboarding incidents—but you enjoy the feeling.

you trail your fingers under the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath—the action has no deeper meaning than you wanting to feel.

sam’s uncharacteristically quiet. his breaths are slow and long, like he’s on the verge of sleep. yet his arms are wound tight around you—like he never wants to let go of you. your nerves make you feel like a slow simmering soup. warm and slowly cooking over the fire.

you two stay entangled for a while, in comfortable silence. sometime during the night you’ve matched your breathing to his, and he pulled you somehow even closer to his body.

but, a thump comes from his window, a light tapping sound. soft but persistent. the two of you opt to ignore it, in favor of snuggling closer to each other. yet the taps continue, and become louder and faster.

disrupted by the noise, sam mournfully throws the covers from over him to check, untangling himself from your grip. leaving a very him-shaped indent on the bed left in his wake. you groan, sticking your bottom lip out, you miss the warmth of him already.

“oh shit.”

the expletive makes you sit up in his bed, the comforter draping off your middle. you can make out the shape of him even with the dimness of the light—sam’s back is towards you, and if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks like he’s shrinking into himself a tiny bit.

“what is it?” you whisper-shout to him.

he slowly turns to you, wide eyed, his shoulders stiff. sort of resembling a kicked-dog. sam bows down his head—with what you think is shame, for what reason, you can’t tell. rubbing your eyes of sleep, you furrow your brow, craning your neck to look out the window behind him.

abigail and sebastian are there, waving wildly at you. your eyes widen. abigail and sebastian are waving at you with smug smiles plastered on their faces.

your stomach drops for the umpteenth time that night. you honestly feel too horrified to speak.

you bury yourself under the sheets, a feeble attempt to conceal your mortification. so that’s why abigail was playing along with sam’s urgent ramblings—she knew (not that sam was any good at keeping a cool facade, he is totally incapable of lying smoothly). you groan, you feel like a rebellious teenager again, only the part where you get caught and utterly humiliated.

outside, you can hear the loud roaring laughter of the duo through the glass, alongside the awkward, embarrassed chatter of your newly-minted boyfriend. (not technically official, but the title succeeds to relieve your horror by the tiniest bit)

still, you stay put. through the mortification and embarrassment you still stick yourself to sam’s side, or more literally, on his bed—because you know, there’s no other place you’d rather be.

you spare another glance out of the covers at the trio—to your surprise, sam’s beat you to it. looking at you with heart eyes and the most lovesick expression (you’re pretty sure yours looks the same).

you know there’s going to be a lot more explaining to do in the morning. but it doesn’t matter to you, not right now when you’re in sam’s bed on the verge of sleep.

not when you feel so warm.

a/n: shoutout to the ass trio for making an appearance in the fic! i love you abby and seb.

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ookikufurikabutte · 2 months

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elliott save me. save me elliott. elliott.

#zack’s silly gay art tag #my art #stardew valley #stardew valley 1.6 #sdv elliott #sdv elliot x farmer #elliott x farmer #sdv fanart #can u tell how over time i went from sebastian -> shane -> elliott #i still love shane a lot btw but elliott is my wife rn #he reminds me of my ocs..... im ngl that's why he's number one rn

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cucuumiia · 9 months

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Since I am exceptionally slow with this little comic project I decided not to wait until I‘m done with all the pages :,) Also having dealt once again with art block did not help with the progress here :,,,)

So have this as a start✨🤲

Part 1/?

Part 2

#stardew valley #stardew fanart #sdv shane #stardew shane #manga art #sad chicken man #shane sdv #sdv sam #sebastian sdv #sam sdv #sdv sebastian #sdv jas #shane x farmer #stardew oc

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sarenhale · 2 months

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I’ve been playing tons of Stardew Valley again, and I’m back on my farmer x Sebastian bullshit

#ough I missed them #sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley art #stardew valley sebastian #Stardew valley oc #farmer x sebastian #myart #myoc #myocs #Elijah #supernova #sketch #sketches #digital drawing #sdv sebastian

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tynearshot · 1 month

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Another Stardew Valley Romcomic: Take You for a Ride

Another Year 1 throwback for my Farmer, Sai and Sebastian’s budding romance. I was still solidifying the style and story here, but I still enjoy this one.

I’m gonna be posting some throwbacks in preparation for year 2 of SaiBastian Romance Comic (as well as finally getting started on the Wedding Arc!)

I hope you all enjoy these little throwbacks to Seb’s quickening crush on Sai!

#stardew valley #stardew fanart #stardew #stardew sebastian #stardew farmer #farmer sai #oc art #sebastian #romance #comics #another stardew valley romcomic #asvr #another stardew valley romcomic year 1 #sdv sebastian x farmer #sebastian sdv #sdv sebastian #throwback

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m00n-fl0wer · 19 days

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Had a baby in Stardew yesterday. It looks like a green potato.

Ignore the low quality photo please

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fr3shfl3shh · 3 months

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I LOVE MY MALE WIFE!!!

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Stardew Valley Bachalor(ettes) + Pets

#art #digital art #oc x canon #stardew farmer #stardew valley #stardew penny #stardew elliott #stardew valley sebastian #pets #stardew valley bachelors #Stardew Valley Bachelorettes #oc inserts

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atwooozi · 23 days

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Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 19: The Dance of the Moonlight Jellies

Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut

Summary: Angeline finds time dragging by as she awaits her date with Sebastian, plagued by a sense of unease despite their budding relationship

A/N: So I'm not sure how many of you read my author's notes, but I've been dealing with some health issues on top of the regular daily life struggles, so I will be taking a break for a period of time (I'd say a month) to try and get back on track. Which means posts are going to be more irregular from now until May 25th.

I have lots of ideas and love for this story, so I don't plan on letting it end just like this. I know in previous posts I've been talking about other story ideas too and I still think about those and want to write those, but this is my priority.

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Chapter 19: The Dance of the Moonlight Jellies

Summer 28

For whatever reason time always seemed to move slower on days whenever Angeline was looking forward to something. This day was no exception, unfortunately. It was as if time had stopped completely. For some reason, whenever she was trying to reel a fish in time didn’t move forward. She couldn’t fathom how that could be possible, but she would insist that’s what was happening if someone asked her.

Angeline groaned and plopped down on the grass. As excited as she was for later tonight she was feeling wave after wave of nerves pooling in the pit of her stomach. And why? She wasn’t actually sure. She enjoyed spending time with Sebastian and she was pretty sure that Sebastian enjoyed her company too. But still there was this lingering feeling of doubt within her that she couldn’t shake.

“What is that?” Angeline said as she placed her hand over her heart.

“What’s what?” Angeline gasped and looked up to see her neighbor Leah.

Leah was someone that Angeline didn’t know quite well, but someone she could find herself easily growing fond of. From what she knew, Leah was an artist who enjoyed things like nature and decorating for every holiday which was something that she found really endearing. Especially since Angeline couldn’t be bothered to decorate for anything, much less fill her house with furniture.

“...I-I have this bad feeling.” Angeline paused as she tried to search for words. She frowned when nothing came to mind and looked ahead at the river before them.

Leah sat down next to Angeline and rested her chin on her palm as she thought. “Bad feeling about what?”

Angeline shook her head and shrugged. “I don’t even know…” Angeline could feel tears well up in her eyes. “It’s just things have been going so well that something bad must be coming.”

Leah frowned. “That’s not true.” She sighed and picked at the hem of her pants. “I think just because good things are happening to you doesn’t mean that bad things will then happen.”

Angeline brought her knees to her chest and sighed. She knew Leah was right. She knew that her thinking made no sense, but she couldn’t help but feed into that bad feeling.

There was a silence that lasted between the two for what felt like an eternity, but Leah’s company was comforting in its own way. She didn’t try to force Angeline to see differently or keep talking to fill the dead air.

“Are you going to be okay, farmer?”

Angeline glanced over at Leah who was wearing a relaxed smile. Angeline straightened her posture and nodded.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.” Leah said as she patted Angeline’s shoulder. Leah got up and dusted off her knees. “I know we don’t talk much, but I’m always up for chatting over a glass of wine sometime.”

Angeline smiled at the invitation and nodded. She wasn’t much of a drinker. To be honest, she would get a buzz from half a hard seltzer, but she wouldn’t mind getting drunk with Leah. Even if that meant making a complete fool out of herself after one glass of wine. “That sounds like fun.”

Leah smiled and placed her hands on her hips. “Yeah, I think so too.” She looked over towards her cabin. “I’m gonna head back. I’ll see you later though.”

Angeline nodded. “Yeah, see you.”

~*~

Sebastian looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He didn’t look bad. He didn’t think that he looked good either. He just looked the same. He found himself struggling with the idea of putting on something a little different. Would Angeline think he was lame or that he was trying too hard if he strayed away from his usual hoodie and jeans or would she be excited? Would she take it as him putting effort into their date? And was that a good thing?

He groaned and cupped his face in his hands in frustration. He didn’t want to ask for advice, but he really needed it. Desperately.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and punched in the number, hoping that he would pick it up.

“Sup.” This was a bad idea.

Sebastian sighed. “Alex… I need your help.”

“Is it about a training regimen?” Alex was starting to babble like Sam when he would get too excited about something. “...I think if you included more protein in your diet and lifted that you could easily gain like twenty pounds of muscle.”

“What–No!” Sebastian pinched his nose bridge in frustration. Was he really this desperate?...Yes. “I don’t want to bulk up.”

Alex tsked in response. “Listen, the skinny emo thing might be in now, but muscles are forever.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Sebastian said as he sat himself down in his desk chair. This seemed like it was going to take awhile. “I…I–You’ve gone on dates before, right?”

“...Yeah?”

“So when you went on dates…” Sebastian was trying to think of how to properly phrase his question. “What did you do beforehand?” Was that a normal question?

There was a pause and each second of silence was eating Sebastian alive.

“Push ups.” Alex said simply. As if it was the most obvious response.

“What?” Sebastian was regretting this call with every second. He felt that he would have been better off asking Demetrius what to do.

“Push ups.” Alex repeated. “You feel good from the endorphins and your abs look tighter, too.”

Sebastian decided to make a note of that for some other time, but he needed to get back to the problem at hand. “Alex, did you ever change how you usually looked for a date?”

There was another pause and Sebastian was ready to hit his head against the wall. Why was this so hard? Why did no one else in this town date?

“Nah, I look good enough already.”

Sebastian frowned at the answer he was given. He couldn’t fault Alex; he was just being Alex. Sebastian could only blame himself for this. It was his fault for expecting more.

“But, I remember this one time.” Sebastian jumped at hearing Alex speak. Was he actually going to get something useful? “I was running late to go to the mall with Haley after practice, so I couldn’t fix my hair like I usually do after I shower.”

“Uh huh…” Sebastian closed his eyes and decided to accept his fate. Nothing useful was going to come from this call.

“And like, she really liked it.” Alex recalled. “Something about it being different was a nice change or something.”

Sebastian sat up in his chair and blinked as he took in the information. That was actually…kind of helpful? “Thanks, Mullner.”

“No problem, man.” Alex said. “I gotta go, but like, if you ever wanna get serious about bulking up, call me.”

Sebastian hung up and sighed. As frustrating as that call was he was grateful to Alex. As kids the two were pretty good friends, but ended up growing apart when their interests started to change. Alex got more into gridball and girls and Sebastian got more into sci-fi and computers. They hardly talked anymore, but every once in a while they would chat at a town event or if they saw each other in passing. Maybe it would be worth opening himself up to being friends with Alex again? They never stopped being friends, really. Especially since Haley and Angeline seemed to spend so much time together…

Sebastian stopped himself. He was getting way too ahead of himself. It’s not like he and Angeline were a thing. He couldn’t just let his mind run wild like this. They hadn’t even gone on their first date yet, but he was already planning on how to make nice with her friend as if he were her boyfriend. He really needed to get a grip.

Sebastian looked at himself in the mirror and thought about what he could do. He wanted to look a little bit different, but not too different. He quickly rummaged through his desk drawer and smiled to himself when he found them. He carefully put in some earrings that Abigail insisted he get on one of their more recent trips to the city. He was reluctant when he got them, but in the moment he was thankful. They were a pair of small silver hoops with a dagger hanging from each of them. He wasn’t sure if Angeline would notice, but it gave him a slight boost in his confidence that he was actually putting in some effort, rather than none at all. He wouldn’t be disappointed if she didn’t notice, but the thought of her noticing something so small brought a gentle warmth to his heart. A feeling that he was still getting used to if he were being honest with himself.

Sebastian checked his phone and it was 9:00. He debated if he should make his way over to Angeline’s farm now or if he should wait a bit longer. He didn’t want to get there too early if she wasn’t ready, but he didn’t want to be late either. He debated on whether he should call Alex again, but decided against it. He was going to head over. If he was a little early he just hoped Angeline wouldn’t mind.

Sebastian took one last look in the mirror, adjusting his hoodie a bit. With a deep breath to steady his surprisingly very few nerves, he pocketed his phone and keys, then made his way out of his room and up the stairs. The house was quiet, he supposed that his mom and Demetrius had already left. As for Maru, he had no clue, but she was grown so she could figure out herself… Maybe he’d call her later just to be sure she was safe.

The walk to Angeline’s farm was short, but each step somehow felt like an eternity. The nerves that were nowhere to be found had finally made their way back to him. It wasn’t the nerves that he was typically used to which were always a nausea inducing mess. This time he was anticipating what might happen between the two of them .

Finally, he reached the farm. There was a soft glow of the porch light which helped illuminate the path. He stepped on to the porch which had now been done several times before and hesitated. He wanted to knock but his nerves kept him still.

Before Sebastian’s panic could settle in he heard a mew from below. He looked down and saw Angeline’s new cat circling around his legs. “Oh hey…”

Sebastian reached down and gave the orange tom a few scritches, which caused the cat to purr. Sebastian smiled gently and sighed. He needed to stop stalling. He stood up and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Coming!” Angeline called from behind the door. He then could hear some running back and forth before the door finally opened.

There stood Angeline, she was wearing a long skirt and coordinating top, both various colors of purple. Sebastian didn’t know much about makeup, but he liked how Angeline’s looked, she had emphasized her round eyes and her full lips, it was simple but nice. She always looked so pretty to him. Honestly, she could be wearing a potato sack and he would still think she was beautiful.

“Hey!” Angeline said with a smile lighting up her face that stole Sebastian’s breath away. “I didn’t take too long, right?”

Sebastian shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “No, I think I was a bit early.”

“Well…should we go?”

Sebastian nodded, his heart thumping louder than he expected. He wouldn’t be surprised if Angeline could hear it. “Yeah, let’s go.” He followed Angeline down the porch steps, the orange tomcat darting ahead of them, its tail held high in the air.

As they walked towards town, Sebastian felt a mix of nervousness and excitement swirling within him. The air was cool, carrying a faint scent of salt from the Gem Sea. He stole glances at Angeline, admiring the way the moonlight caught the subtle highlights in her hair. She looked so perfect.

“I’m really excited to see the jellies.” Angeline said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Sebastian cleared his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it. “It’s like magic, honestly.” He looked ahead as they made it to the beach. Everyone from town was there, Maru being one of them, thankfully. “Let’s go to the bridge.”

Angeline nodded and walked up the dock with Sebastian. As they reached the wooden bridge that extended out over the water. There was a soft glow of the moon that casted a serene light over everything, turning the scene into something out of a dream. Sebastian glanced down at the water, where the jellies floated like tiny, otherworldly lights.

Angeline let out a small gasp, her eyes sparkling with wonder. “It’s beautiful.” She said softly.

Sebastian smiled and nodded. “...Yeah, it really is.” He turned his gaze back to her, her features looked so beautiful in this light. He wanted so badly to reach out and just touch her. Just to make sure that this night was truly real.

They stood there together in a comfortable silence, watching the jellies glide gracefully through the water. The sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

After some time, Angeline turned to Sebastian with a soft smile. “Thank you for inviting me. This is amazing.”

Sebastian felt a rush of happiness at her words. “I’m glad you like it…i-it’s nice.” he said softly.

“It’s more than nice.” Angeline said, her eyes meeting his. There was a moment of quiet understanding between them. Sebastian wasn’t sure, but it felt like something between them was growing with each passing second.

Sebastian felt a flutter of nervousness wash over him, his heart pounding a little faster. He knew what he wanted to say, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. Before he could bring himself to finally speak Angeline beat him to it.

“Sebastian…there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” He almost felt dizzy when he heard her speak his name.

“Wh-what is it.” Sebastian did his best to keep his voice steady.

Angeline looked away and took a deep breath, her cheeks were flushed. “I..I really enjoy spending time with you.” But? “I’ve had such a great time tonight, and…” But? “I was wondering if…maybe we could…you know…”

There was no but. Sebastian felt a rush of hope and excitement flood through him. “I feel the same way.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You do?” Angeline seemed dumbfounded. The look on her face was one of genuine disbelief and Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I do.” Finally, Sebastian took a step closer to Angeline, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, gently cupping her cheek in his hand.

“Can I?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Angeline’s eyes widened, and her face flushed. Sebastian could feel the warmth from her blushing cheeks against his palm. “Please.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk at the response. Without hesitation, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a tender, sweet kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, the world around them fading away until there was only the two of them, lost in the moment. When they finally pulled back, they were both breathless, their faces flushed with happiness.

They stood there together on the bridge, wrapped in each other’s arms. Selfishly, even if Angeline wanted to step away he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to let her go. He loved the feeling of her in his arms. He loved her warmth and how soft she felt. If they weren’t surrounded by everyone in town he would have his lips pressed firmly against her neck. If she let him, that is.

Sebastian chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Angeline’s face. She looked so cute. Her face was flushed and her expression was one of embarrassment, probably since they kissed in front of the whole town. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

If it were possible Angeline’s blush deepened. “Me too.” She admitted. “I…wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

Sebastian shook his head, his heart swelling with emotion. He placed a kiss on her forehead. “I do.” He said softly as he rested his head on top of hers. “I really do, Angeline.”

They stood there for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence once more. Sebastian couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have Angeline in his life, to have this moment with her.

“Sebastian?” Angeline spoke up, her voice hesitant.

“Yeah?” Sebastian pulled away and looked down at her. He already wanted to kiss her again.

“I…I really like you.” Angeline said softly. “I know this only our first date, but I want to see where this goes.”

Sebastian smiled and took Angeline’s hand into his. “I want that too.”

Angeline beamed up at him, her eyes practically sparking with happiness. “Good,” she said. “Because I really, really like you.”

Sebastian couldn’t resist the urge any longer. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers once more, savoring the taste of her on his lips. Angeline responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.

“Hey there are kids here!” Sam shouted from the beach.

“Yeah, be careful you guys don’t run out of air!” Abigail joined in the teasing.

Finally, reluctantly, they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other’s as they caught their breath. Sebastian could care less about how annoying his friends were. All that mattered was what was happening right in front of him.

“I think we should probably head back.” Sebastian said, his voice a little breathless.

Angeline nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, probably.”

They walked back into town, Sebastian having kept his arm firmly around her. He felt that now that he had her he didn’t want to let her go. As they reached the outskirts of town and back to Angeline’s farm Sebastain found himself walking slower. He didn’t want the night to end yet.

Once they reached Angeline’s porch Sebastian reluctantly let go of her waist. She turned to face him as she walked up the stairs. “I had a good time.” She said softly as she fidgeted with her fingers.

“Me too…” Sebastian said softly. He just wanted to touch her again. Just a little bit more.

Angeline smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek.

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat at the touch of her lips on his cheek. It was a sweet, gentle gesture that sent a warm shiver down his spine. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you for tonight.” Angeline said, her voice soft and sincere. “I…I really enjoyed it.”

Sebastian reached up, his hand finding hers where it lingered against his cheek. He held it gently, savoring the warmth of her touch. “I had an amazing time too.” He pressed his lips to her palm, causing her to flinch.

“I guess I should go inside.” Angeline said reluctantly, though she made no move to leave.

Sebastian nodded, reluctantly releasing her hand. “Yeah, I should probably head back too.”

They stood there for a moment, neither of them wanting to say goodbye. The air was filled with unspoken words. The weight of their night and newfound feelings hanging between them.

“Sebastian…” Angeline started, her voice trailing off as she searched for the words.

Sebastian looked at her, his heart pounding his chest. She had him hanging with every word.

“Can we…do this again?” Angeline finally asked, her eyes searching his face for anything.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation, his voice filled with certainty. “I would love to.”

A bright smile lit up Angeline’s face, causing her dimples to show. “I can hardly wait.”

Sebastian couldn’t help himself, he reached out, unable to resist the urge to pull her into a warm hug. Angeline melted into his embrace, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

Finally, they pulled back, their eyes meeting once more. Sebastian brushed a strand of hair away from Angeline’s face.

“I’ll see you.” Angeline said softly.

Sebastian nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “Definitely,” he replied. “I’ll text you.”

With one last lingering look, Sebastian turned and made his way down the porch steps. He paused at the bottom, turning back to look at Angeline standing on the porch, bathed in the soft glow of the light.

“Goodnight, Angeline.” Sebastian said, his voice filled with warmth.

“Goodnight, Sebastian.” Angeline smiled.

With a final wave, Sebastian turned and made his way down the path, he had never felt so happy in his life. As he walked home, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, the memory of Angeline’s kiss still lingering on his lips.

He couldn’t wait to see her again.

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cliff talk | sebastian x reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: sebastian brings you on a ride.

tags: emotional hurt/comfort, slight angst, dialogue heavy, sebastian and reader have a heart to heart

a/n: i never thought i'd be writing for the emo boy but here i am. hope you guys liked this as much as i liked writing this! :D

Like the green rain phenomenon or the cute little junimo creatures that live in the community center, there’s always something new to experience in the valley. As odd as it might be.

Hunched over, tending to your crops—is like living in wait, the calm before the storm, the thrum of anticipation as you await the next exciting thing.

Like today—now.

“Ah, there you are.”

The garden shears in your hands are dropped into the thick down crawl of growing fruit. You look up, squinting your eyes due to the warm beat of dying sunlight.

“Sebastian?” you pause, looking up at him from your spot amongst growing melon vines. Your overalls smeared with dirt and damp with sweat—this is the last state you’d want to be seen in.

“Hey farmer,” The keys dangling from his index finger jingle as he gives you a close-lipped smile. “Wanna go for a ride?”

—

The place Sebastian stops at is quiet.

But not in the way most people think—the valley is never quiet, birds chirping, the breeze singing through tall grass and the rustle of branches swaying slowly. You’re aware of the sounds in the recesses of your mind.

The view is breath-taking.

The sun set long before you arrived on Sebastian’s cliff side spot. It’s cool and grassy, ticking your ankles as you walk through the field. The air, no longer warm but a cool breeze that you greedily inhale.

You stop right before the edge, there’s a big drop that you'd rather not slip and fall into. Zuzu city lay just under the horizon, a smatter of light in the otherwise now-dark forest. A cluster of flashing lights that remind you of stars—that have fallen and gathered from the night sky.

“Amazing, I know.” Sebastian says, a few steps behind you. He’s leaning against his bike, staring at the same view as you. “Zuzu city is miles from here, but there’s so much light—you can see it even from high up.”

You fold your arms, turning your back at the view—facing him. “Well, it is nicer from afar.”

Sebastian gives you a look, then nods his head to the grassy patch behind him. “Mhm. Let’s sit?”

You settle down together, side by side. You, him, and his motorbike beside him—there’s barely any space between your legs. You feel the warmth of proximity—so close. What you’d give to bridge that gap once and for all.

“Want a drink?” he asks, pulling out a beer bottle from his hoodie pocket—your brow raises, a miracle it didn’t break on the way. “Only got one though.”

You shrug, taking the bottle. It’s warm—warmed by his body heat. “S’okay with me. We’ll just have’ta share.”

He looks at you, eyes momentarily flickering to your lips as you use your teeth to pop the bottle cap off. “I guess we do.”

—

The beer is settling warmly low in your stomach, loosening every tightly wound muscle in your body. You feel weightless, the edges of your mind made fuzzy.

“I’ve been savin’ up a lot,” he suddenly says, picking absentmindedly at the blades of grass underneath him. “Almost have enough too. Once I do, I’m skipping outta this town on my bike.”

You nod your head. “It is a pretty cool bike.”

“Mhm,” he drawls, patting the side of his motorcycle—almost lovingly. “It’s gonna take me all the way to Zuzu city.”

“Zuzu city,” you repeat slowly, feeling the sound of the words in your mouth. It’s unpleasant, Zuzu city is a place you’d rather leave behind. You look down at the view of it, squinting. “Why go there?”

He pauses, inhaling the cool night air deeply. His fingers itch—like they’re searching for the comforting hold of cigarettes he so enjoys.

A part of you wishes you didn’t ask. Difficult conversations and cliff sides don’t mesh well together, you think. You don’t dare move a muscle as you wait for him, your eyes drifting back to the glittering light-filled view of Zuzu city.

“It’s suffocating here—everything about the valley,” he replies mirthlessly. “I live in the basement of my mom’s house for fuck’s sake. I know how she looks at me, like she could’ve done so much more to make me less of a shitbag. Maybe she could’ve, I don’t care. It’s way too late now.”

A low whistle escapes past your lips. You swirl the beer bottle loosely in your grip. “I see…”

Sebastian narrows his eyes at you, scoffing. “You’re pretty shit at comforting words, y’know that?”

“Harsh,” you look at him quizzically, shoving the beer bottle into his hands. He accepts it immediately. “What do you want me to say, Seb?”

“Nothing,” he smirks, downing a generous gulp of beer, the bottle is a little less than half full now. “‘m just teasing. Don’t gimme that look. I didn’t want comfort anyway, I’ve had enough of that. I want you to tell me the stone cold truth.”

“Promise not to get pissed off?”

Sebastian clicks his tongue against his teeth, then smiles. “Depends on what you say.”

“Wow, guess I’ll have to lie.” you joke.

“Hey—”

“Kidding.” You laugh softly at his pinched expression. His eyes narrowed—lacking any real aggression—at you as you poke harmless fun.

You grin, slowly turning back to the view. “You won’t find yourself there,” you say simply, taking a slow sip of beer, the smoothness of it running smoothly down your throat. “Believe me, I’d know.”

Sebastian turns to face you, irritation spelled out in every feature of his face.

“Smartass…”

“Hey, you asked for the stone cold truth,” you lift your fingers into air quotations to emphasize your point.

“Tch. Tell me this then. If I can’t find myself there, or here in the valley. Where the hell do I go?”

You pause, clicking the bottle with your nails idly. He’s irritated obviously. But you think more frustrated and confused than anything.

You sigh, then smile. The valley hasn’t been the kindest to its resident shut-in.

“Mid-life crisis at 24,” you tease gently, poking at his side. Sebastian shoots you a heatless glare. “Don’t worry too much Seb, your hair is gonna turn gray.”

“Ha-ha,” he replies sourly. “You talk as if that isn’t the same reason you moved to the valley.”

“Hey, I gave a generous amount of my life to Joja,” you snort, shifting your feet into a better resting position. “I paid my dues over there before I found some semblance of peace here.”

“I can’t just sit around and wait my whole life.”

“Then don’t,” you reply simply. “God knows I wish I followed my dear old gramps’ footsteps sooner.”

“It isn’t that simple.”

“Yep. It isn’t. It does get easier though.”

“You say it so easily.”

“Sometimes, it just is.” you reply. “Only sometimes, though.”

For all you remember, your grandfather absolutely adored the valley, though he couldn’t convince you in the height of your angsty teenage phase to do the same. You’re long past that now, life didn’t go as planned and you ended up right where your grandfather said you would be.

Funny, how fate works so mysteriously, so weirdly.

You shake that thought away, turning to Sebastian—who has the same contemplative expression as you.

He’s silent, thinking. His fingers grasping and twirling the drawstrings of his hoodie. “You never told me the story.”

“Well,” you purse your lips, handing him the bottle. He drops the drawstrings to grab it. A wordless agreement between the two of you to share what remains of the liquid. “You n’ver asked.”

“I wanna hear it,” he says, looking at you at the corner of his glittering obsidian eyes. “please?”

“How polite,” you laugh, he lightly hits you on the back of your head with his palm. “Ouch. No need to be rough w’me, I’ll tell you.”

You clear your throat with an obnoxious ahem. “Once upon a time…”

“—C’mon farmer, stop messing around. I wanna know your story,” he interjects, and it almost sounds like a plea. “No theatrics.”

Your lips flatten into a grim line. He’s being unusually insistent on the topic. But now that you think about it, you haven’t told anyone why you moved into the farm. Not your mother, not your father, and definitely not anyone else in Pelican Town.

Sebastian may be your first, you think to yourself—innuendo unintended.

You hug your arms closer to your chest, the cool draft sliding over your skin—making you shiver. No better way to battle the uncomfortable situation with an even more uncomfortable conversation. You take a deep breath.

“I was a fresh graduate when I started working at Joja—worked my way up from customer service to marketing. Crazy, right?” you chuckle, though it sounds hollow even to you. “All the pretentious proposals I would write and those useless meetings that’d take forever. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t hate my 20 year old self for starting at Joja. 5 years down the fucking drain when I quit. Let me tell you, it’s the best decision I made in my stupid corporate slave life.”

Sebastian says nothing, he hands the bottle back to you, which you take a generous swig of. You grip the bottle tightly around its neck, the warm feeling of alcohol loosening your tongue.

You exhale deeply through your nose. “I was in my cubicle when I just ‘bout had enough—by the way, I hate that they’re called cubicles, I felt like a number in some executive’s spreadsheets instead of a living breathing person.” all that talking and your throat itches for more of the sweet burn of alcohol—you oblige it with another weighty gulp. “Grandpa left me this letter, told lil’ old me not to open it until I really, really needed to. Now that I think of it, he knew.”

Your voice cracks by the end of it. Your tongue feels way too thick for your mouth. And your eyes blur—there seems to be twice as many stars as usual.

Sebastian stays quiet, reflective even. Though his hands have stilled, and he feels closer than he was earlier. It’s warmer, you think.

If he asks, you’ve decided you’ll blame it on the alcohol.

—

You and Sebastian talk for hours after, the bottle of beer being passed between the both of you too often. You feel a tad tipsy—having drank the lion’s share of beer. Your head lolls onto your arms as you talk about everything then nothing.

There’s a fair moment of silence that blankets the two of you after—certainly not uncomfortable. You feel Sebastain knows the fact more than anyone. He seems to thrive in the quiet moments.

“I don’t think I’m leaving the valley any time soon, though,” he says softly, breaking the tranquil silence.

So he’s been thinking. “Why so?”

He shrugs his shoulders, taking the final sip of beer that finishes the bottle. “Something’s makin’ it worth staying a little longer.” His eyes meet yours, albeit for a second—before he refocuses on the cliff side view.

Ah, you understand.

Suddenly, alcohol isn’t the only thing making you feel so warm. You thank the stars for the dark, for hiding any warm pinkness in your expression. You smile, more to yourself than anything. Taking the bottle from him, brushing your fingers over his perpetually cold ones.

The bottle is lighter than it was at the beginning of the night—your shoulders too, less achy, less stiff. With all that weight off of them, you can afford to be less wound up.

You tip the bottle over the grass, nothing but a single drop comes out. You watch it fall and drop into the grass. “Good. This something thinks you’ll come to like it even.”

Sebastian tilts his head, a tentative smile playing on his lips. “That’s presumptive.”

You shrug, smirking. “I have a sense for this type of stuff.”

“Really now?”

“Mhm. I don’t just lie for no reason. And my senses are telling me you’ll be alright.”

You hear the silent hitch of his breath, the momental widening of his eyes and the tremble in his jaw. It saddens you slightly, no one has probably reassured him of it before.

God knows you needed some while working at Joja, you’re just returning your dues to the universe—and to him.

He laughs softly, and bitterly. His fingers twitch again—for that darn cigarette. “God, I sure hope so.”

Sebastian will be just fine, you know that. And it’s about time he knew it too.

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