#but it did NOT need the joja wallpaper
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It better become a series! I love it.
I'm thinking either Happy Town (made into Hazbin town) or something that means hell like Tophet town.
Also I love that Adam is decked out in Joja merchandise, I bet he has a Joja guitar and he uses it in commercials.
And I love that Susan is George, especially since getting hearts with George is like gaining a grumpy grandpa- so grumpy grandma Susan.
-Oldie 🧶🧵
Tophet town is GENIUS,
I'm already plotting out the storyline, I'm gonna implement routes for everyone, platonic or otherwise, I'm gonna make the reader (Or in this case the farmer) a feral one, unless its the Joja route, then y'all are just kinda evil for that route, the Lute route's farmer is gonna have the "I can fix her" mentality, Alastor's route is gonna have, I don't know yet but I may build on my theory that grandpa ran a cult, THIS OLD MAN LOOKS LIKE HE RAN A CULT
Okay not really but still, I normally adore fictional old people but Grandpa triggers my something is off senses.
Like sir are you the reason we're immortal and time has practically stopped in this game?
And I ABSOLUTELY LOVE GEORGE, (and Evelyn) AND I LOVE SUSAN the best thing to do was to put Susan in his role, she may not live in town but she's around enough to be part of the community, more or less,
(Stardew valley spoilers )
I have a "you're gonna be my friend wether you like it or not" mentality with fictional characters so after I met George whenever I went to bring Evelyn something I always made sure to get something for George, I keep extra leaks and flowers for the winter to deliver them to George and Evelyn, I love them so much.
I can definitely see Susan going through a similar arc especially with the time period she's from.
A thing I like about George's character arc as you get to raise his hearts is how if you do Alex's romantic route as a guy George makes a homophobic comment, not completely supportive, but as time goes on (and with the more hearts you have with him) he learns to get over his bigotry and support his grandson and grandson in law.
(I couldn't find what George says in his wiki for some reason? So I got this from a YouTube comment and I am HOPING ITS RIGHT)
"I'll admit, I thought it was strange for two men to be together, but you're such a nice young man and I know you two are in love... I've changed my mind"
I love old people going through redemption arcs so much, like relearning something you've believed your entire life , changing your world view is a very hard thing to do sometimes, it's likely a product of how you were raised, the views of those around you, and you have to face the fact that the people you learned it from may not have been the greatest like you thought.
No idea if I'm gonna have Susan go through a similar arc and explore that or not (If I do, I definitely wanna give it justice) because grumpy grandma with detail, Plus as seen before, I heavily headcanon that she was involved with woman's rights in her youth so that can pop up with her there's so MUCH POTENTIAL RAAAA.
I just realized I may need make everyone human for this au,
Uncannibals your grumpy cannibal grandma
He tried to start a Joja band, Did NOT WORK OUT, Sera put a stop to it quickly.
Adam's room is just fully decked out In Joja, The Joja guitar hangs over his bed, Joja wallpaper, the food is eats is Joja branded, Joja EVERYWHERE
He lives, breathes and eats Joja, JOJA IS HIS LIFE.
(Hell is forever? No JOJA IS FOREVER)
Sera is honestly concerned that's why she actually sent him to the valley, So he could touch grass.
He did not touch grass.
He does get shoved into the sea during the Jellyfish festival though.
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Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 5: A New Start
Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut
Summary: Angeline struggles with her unruly hair while working on her farm. Frustrated, she seeks a haircut and turns to Haley, who directs her to Emily. Together, they give Angeline a haircut and makeover, which leaves her feeling refreshed and excited for her new life in the valley.
A/N: I think I'm going to try and post on Thursdays. I thought this mind you not realizing that Thursday was so close to my original post date. I was originally thinking Saturdays, but for now Thursday sounds good in my mind. It might change, so if anyone reads these little blurbs of mine I'll be sure to let you know.
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Chapter 5: A New Start
Spring 12
Angeline groaned in frustration as she had to keep brushing her hair out of her face. All she wanted to do was till some soil so she could plant some seeds she got from one of the other farmers from Pelican Town, Clint, but his name could have also been Kurt. Or maybe it was Andy? Angeline was also finding it difficult to remember everyone’s names despite it being a small town. There was just too much happening for her in such a short time that her brain was having a hard time keeping up.
“Focus, girl.” Angeline said to herself as she went back to clearing the soil. She was making some progress until she bent over a bit more and her annoying hair fell to the front of her face again.
In frustration Angeline threw her hoe to the ground and tugged her work gloves off. She stomped into her cabin and got herself some water. The water was refreshing, but it didn’t deal with the problem of her annoying hair. She had tried to tie it up earlier but her last hair tie just had to snap as she tried to secure her ponytail.
Angeline walked over to a mirror that she hung up near her bed and sighed as she looked at herself. She looked like a frizzy, dirty, sweaty mess. In Zuzu Angeline would keep herself looking pretty polished but that was hard to do when owning a farm if not just silly. She looked at her nails, uneven, her cuticles were so dry, and her fingers had a light dusting of dirt. Angeline’s shoulders slumped as she looked at her reflection in the mirror again, so long conditioning treatments and her monthly nail appointments.
“Ew…” Angeline said in defeat. She grabbed her shower caddy and headed out the door. Maybe she needed a break from all the farming and should just soak in the baths by the mountains for a bit. She didn’t want to let a bad hair and nail day ruin her otherwise great progress that she'd been having on the farm.
~*~
After the much needed soak Angeline made her way into town. Her hair was less frizzy but it was still such a pain for her. She didn’t want to think about what it would be like to have her hair making her even hotter while she worked under the unforgiving sun during Summer.
Angeline walked into Pierre’s with some new determination. “Hey Pierre.”
“Hello farmer Angeline could I interest you in som-” “Do you sell shears?” Angeline had completely cut him off which took Pierre back a bit.
“Shears? Like for animals? No you’d have to buy those from Marnie, bu-” Pierre tried to redirect the conversation back to seeds or wallpaper, or whatever else he was trying to shill at the moment.
Angeline shook her head. “No, I need to cut my hair.”
Pierre nodded in understanding. “Oh I see.” He thought for a moment or maybe pretended to and said. “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help. You can always purchase some seeds, though.”
Angeline wanted to scream. She did not want seeds. She understood that Pierre was in a tough position with Joja Mart here, but she wasn’t in the mood for the constant salesman act. “No, thanks for your help though, Pierre.”
“Anytime.” Pierre called as Angeline left the store feeling a bit more frustrated than where she had started. She sighed and as she looked ahead she saw Haley and Alex standing near Dusty’s dog house. Maybe she could ask Haley? She always looked so put together maybe she would be able to help her.
Angeline was a bit hesitant given her not so pleasant introductions with both Alex and Haley, but she was desperate. “Hey you guys.” She said awkwardly as she walked up to the pair.
Alex gave a polite wave. “Hey farmgirl.” Angeline bit her tongue. She had more pressing matters than Alex refusing to learn her name in this instance. Haley only gave Angeline a bit of a skeptical look and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Haley, I was wondering if you could help me.” Angeline was prepared to get on her knees if she needed.
“What is it?” Haley kept her guard up as she listened. She didn’t seem particularly uninterested, but she didn’t look like she wanted to help in any way either.
“I need a haircut.” Angeline sighed as she looked between the two for their reactions. Alex nodded as if he was assessing her hair and was agreeing with her on the need for a haircut. Haley ’s expression went from to surprise to actually happy to amused.
“Well I don’t cut hair.” Haley said. Crap. Angeline embarrassed herself for nothing. “Buuuut, my sister is like the town’s hairdresser basically. She should still be at home, let’s go.” Haley said without waiting for a response from Angeline or even saying goodbye to Alex.
“Later Hales, farmgirl.” Alex called before turning his attention to Dusty.
Haley waved as she walked towards her house. “I’ll text you later.”
Angeline followed behind Haley as she let her into the home. She was surprised at how nice the house was considering it was just Haley and Emily. She wondered what type of work Haley must’ve been doing to help pay for this place.
“Em, the farmer needs a haircut.” Haley called out as she shooed Angeline towards the kitchen to sit. Angeline obediently made her way to the kitchen and sat down quietly feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing. She didn’t exactly know either of these girls that well.
“Your aura is simply glowing, Angeline.” Emily said as she practically floated into the room. The woman was so whimsical that Angeline wouldn’t be surprised if Emily could levitate or something ethereal like that.
“M-my aura?” Angeline looked down at herself as if she would be able to see what Emily was talking about. “That’s good, right?”
Emily smiled brightly and nodded. “You’re going to have an awakening like no other.”
Haley rolled her eyes, bored with the conversation. “Em, focus, she needs a haircut.” She scrolled through her phone and pulled up some different cuts to Emily and Angeline before settling on a certain picture. “I think this would look good.”
Emily nodded as she looked at the blunt bob on Haley’s phone. “This would be good, but maybe some layers to take some of the weight off.” She said as she touched Angeline’s long dark hair. “What do you think?”
Angeline nodded, intimidated by the two other women’s decisiveness about how she should cut her hair. “Yeah, I like it.”
“I’ll go grab my things.” Emily said as she made her way back to what was presumably her room.
Angeline looked down at her lap unsure of what to do or say. In all honesty, Haley made her feel nervous. She was so intimidating in a similar way to Sebastian. Angeline was sure that the both of them were nice, but their similar don’t-talk-to-me vibes made them difficult to approach, regardless, if they had different reasons for putting up that sort of front.
“Hey.” Haley broke the silence causing Angeline to pull away from her thoughts. “Are you busy after this?”
Angeline shook her head. “No.”
Haley grinned, “Let me do your makeup after to like complete the look.”
“O-okay.”
Haley’s grin turned into a genuine smile. “Cool, we’re not the same skintone but your complexion is pretty clear, so maybe just some more feature enhancing stuff to compliment what you already have going on.”
Angeline nodded, she was surprised by how excited she was. Something about making a change in Pelican Town felt much more impactful than any changes she made while she was in Zuzu. For some reason it felt like it meant more than just a decision she was making on a whim, despite this all starting out because of a whim. It was like as if she was letting go of her past life in the city and taking on a new life here and in the valley. It was a bit scary, but the excitement outweighed any negative feelings she had.
Emily put a lot of care into her work. She made sure to check in with Angeline before making any drastic cute and would mix products together that she thought would work best for her hair and its needs. She hadn’t realized how little she had taken care of herself in the last year before moving out here. Angeline had been so overworked to meet end-of-year deadlines that after a while the constant unrelenting workload just started to seem par for the course.
~*~
The girls spent the rest of the time chatting while Haley started to do Angeline’s makeup. Angeline had learned that people were constantly surprised that Emily and Haley were sisters and about how the house that they were currently living in belonged to their parents, who were currently traveling. While neither girl needed to work Emily thought it was good for the soul and Haley was thinking about applying to beauty school in Grampleton, but was just having some trouble figuring out how she would get there everyday.
“Almost done.” Haley said softly as she swiped some gloss along Angeline’s lips.
Haley gave a self-satisfied smile as she looked at Angeline. “Do you wanna see?”
Angeline nodded and was given a mirror by Haley. “You guys are amazing.” She was shocked at her own reflection. Her hair that was once just below her shoulder blades now stopped right under her chin. Her makeup made her look refreshed and glowy. Haley had kept her makeup rather soft and natural. It was a stark contrast from how wild Angeline had looked this morning.
“Yeah, we’re pretty great.” Haley said proudly.
“Humble too.” Angeline joked as she put the mirror down.
Haley giggled and rolled her eyes. “Very humble.”
“How can I repay you guys?” Angeline asked as she stared up at the both of them.
Haley almost looked offended and Emily was shaking her head. “You letting us help you is payment enough, Angeline.” Emily said. “Just continue to take care of your farm.”
“If you really do wanna give us something though…” Haley trailed off. “I really like pink cake.”
Angeline smiled. “I can do that.
Haley smiled back. “Sounds like we’re even then.”
Angeline nodded and stood up. “Thank you so much you guys, really.”
“Please come by anytime.” Emily said as she saw Angeline to the door.
Angeline waved goodbye to the two girls before walking towards town square and stopping. She wasn’t really sure what else she could do. She didn’t want to ruin Haley and Emily’s amazing work by going back to the farm.
After some thought Angeline made her way up the mountain path. It might be a good time to discuss some farm upgrades with Robin. Angeline had a modest amount of money tucked away for a coop and hay silo, so it made sense to talk to her about it now instead of spending it all on seeds.
Angeline hesitantly walked into the mountain cabin. She knew it was Robin’s place of business but it was also her home, so it felt odd for her to not knock. Before Angeline could make it past the threshold of the door Robin was already greeting her.
“You cut your hair!” Robin said as she stepped out from behind the counter.
“O-oh yeah.” Angeline smiled shyly. “Emily cut it.”
“I like it.” Robin said as she placed her hands on Angeline’s shoulder to get a closer look at the younger woman. “You’re just so cute. Are you single?”
“H-huh?” Angeline’s face flushed at the question. Why would Robin ask her something like that? She is married. What about Demetrius? She couldn’t just throw her whole life away trying to go after some stranger.
“Well, you and Sebby are close in age.” Robin trailed off.
Oh thank Yoba. Angeline wasn’t sure what she’d do if Robin was actually hitting on her. Thank Yoba she was just doing that awkward thing moms do. Angeline did not have enough money to just up and leave.
“Oh.” It was as if the spirits were laughing at Angeline, Sebastian was now standing in the entryway along with her and Robin. Robin still holding on to Angeline. “What are you guys doing?”
“Angeline cut her hair. Doesn’t she look cute, Sebby?” Robin asked as she turned Angeline around to face Sebastian. Angeline wanted to die. She was sure that in this moment she just might. Maybe she just should up and leave town so she doesn’t have to live with the embarrassment.
“Mom” Sebastian groaned and stepped out of the way to put some distance between himself and Angeline. He had a light dusting of pink across his cheeks and he refused to look their way.
“Oh sorry Sebastian, I know you don’t like when I call you that in front of people.”
Sebastian shook his head and looked up at his mom with a pleading stare. As if silently asking her to put him out of this misery. “But doesn’t Angeline look nice?” She was a woman with no mercy.
There was a beat of silence before Sebastian looked over at Angeline. Angeline was surprised that she didn’t disintegrate under his stare. Angeline thought that Sebastian had brown eyes from how dark they looked at the saloon, but close up she could see a hint of a blue almost purple color, like an indigo? His tense expression became a bit more relaxed and he sighed which broke Angeline’s focus. “It looks nice. I like it.” Sebastian mumbled before quickly escaping further into the house.
Robin let go of Angeline’s shoulders with a satisfied look and stepped back behind the counter.”So what did you need, Angeline?”
How was she acting so cool about this? Angeline felt like she could just die on the floor.
“Uhh..” Angeline was at a loss for words. And was Robin giggling to herself? What an evil woman. Here Angeline thought of Robin as a friend. “I-I was wondering if we could talk about building a coop and a silo.” Finally Angeline remembered what she came here for in the first place.
“Oh sure!” Robin said. “I’ve got the blueprints ready.”
Robin pulled out a large book full of different plans for farm buildings and furniture. “We can start tomorrow.”
Angeline nodded and cried internally as she gave Robin the gold needed for the project. “Sounds good.”
Robin nodded and smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
Angeline nodded and quickly left the house before Robin tried anything else. That woman was sly.
Angeline walked quietly along the wooded path that led to her farm from Robin’s house. She felt herself holding back a smile. She figured it was from all the excitement from the day: a new look and some more progress being made on the farm.
As Angeline stepped foot on to her land she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. He liked it.
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Shane fucking went and changed OUR wallpaper to JOJA WALLPAPER ADFLASJDFLJ. Shane... Sweetie... Love of my life. no. take it back. PLEASE.
#stardew valley#stardew#sdv#sdv shane#stardew valley shane#yes those are mouse ears on my head#and my shirt has a mouse on it#i love my look#but my house?#my house is a mess#but it did NOT need the joja wallpaper#imma kms
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PROMPT: penelope + leah, "licking your fingers clean of her."
AT LAST. We shall be a fandom of two (2) people with WLW farmers in Stardew Valley.
Obviously not Dragon Age. I do love Stardew Valley for those who didn’t know that! This will be on AO3 very very soon.
Pairing: Female Player x Leah / Penelope x Leah, Stardew Valley
Rating: Explicit! Sexy times and also cursing.
Note: Bit of a character study, some spoilers for Leah’s romance.
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Penelope liked facts and figures. She made a mean spreadsheet. It was what Joja Corporation hired her for. Her degree in biology was uninteresting to them. Her minute attention to detail and near obsessive need for planners and organization? That they could use. For eight hours a day. In a dimly lit cubicle. She could plan the shit out of their payroll and organize their files for new hires and -
Fuck. Just thinking about it made her feel claustrophobic all over again.
So the whole point of coming to Stardew Valley, to Grandpa’s farm, was to get away from all that.
And now she found herself sitting on the porch of her newly renovated farmhouse, her cat Jin rolling around in a sunbeam on the porch, staring at a spreadsheet of her expected yields and profits from her last fall harvest, and projections of how much she would need to mine over the winter if she wanted to a) eat b) renovate the house again and c) buy more animals to sell more animal products so she wouldn’t have to break her back all winter in the mine.
Fuck.
It was then that she heard the heavy drag of footsteps coming up the gravel path she’d laid down - the one that ran between her young cherry saplings, past the small pond, and towards Cindersnap Forest. She looked up from her laptop and shaded her eyes against the early morning sunshine. Someone was coming towards her - red hair - Leah?
Leah, who’d barely spoken a word to her at first, who she only met by chance one Friday in the Stardrop Saloon in late spring because she rarely left her cabin. Leah who tucked her hair behind her ears over and over again when she was nervous and let it fall out of its braid when she waved her hands excitedly, discussing her latest sculpture and how it conveyed the utter isolation of a crowded subway platform in Zuzu City.
Leah who seemed so unflappable until she got on the phone with Kel, her ex-girlfriend.
Leah who was scared to show off her sculptures to anyone but Penelope.
Leah.
Fuck.
Leah made Penelope’s heart speed up the way only one other person had before - Marie, her college sweetheart, the woman who abruptly broke her heart the night before they were supposed to move into their first apartment together. Which led to her taking the job at Joja to afford the place since she couldn’t get out of the lease, instead of getting her masters in microbiology the way she’d planned. Which led to her gaining twenty pounds as she binge-watched Wynonna Earp and sampled every single Ben and Jerry’s flavor they sold at her local (you guessed it) Joja Mart.
Which ultimately led to her sitting on this sunny porch worrying about eggplants and why on earth it was she wasn’t allowed to use a goddamn gun to kill the monsters in the mine (she was shit at the slingshot).
Which ultimately led to Leah, walking up the gravel path, making her heart beat the way she thought it never would again.
Leah had a statue behind her. She was dragging it on some kind of dolley behind her. It was at least as tall as she was, and brown as the corduroy pants she wore no matter the season (brown as her kind eyes). Her face was flushed with effort but she was beaming as she made her way to the house.
“I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” she assured Penelope, waving off her offer of assistance. On the porch, Jin stood and arched her back and meowed plaintively at Leah, as if she hadn’t already been pet and coddled for half an hour that morning while Penelope lay in bed.
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Leah said when she reached the farmhouse, beaming despite her sweat.
“Sure is,” Penelope replied, her heart speeding up again. Leah kept right on beaming.
“I’ve got a gift for you. It’s a sculpture I’ve been working on just for you. Well, you probably figured that out. Ta-da!” She waved to the sculpture with a flourish. It was mahogany, and nearly as tall as Penelope herself. It looked like it was made of a series of loops rising organically out of the earth.
“It’s called How I Feel About Penelope,” Leah said. There she went with the tucking-the-hair-behind-the-ears. How I feel about Penelope. Leah who was so shy she had to speak through wood to make herself heard.
So what was this sculpture saying?
Penelope knew she should have taken that art history elective.
“It’s amazing,” Penelope said. “And I know exactly where it’s going to go.”
“Here, let me help!”
“Oh, it’s fine - the bedroom’s a mess -”
“Nonsense.”
The truth was that the bedroom was fine, but Penelope wasn’t sure she wanted Leah to know that that’s where she wanted the statue to go - right where she would always be able to see it when she woke. But in the end Leah didn’t seem to mind the placement at all. She praised Penelope’s choice, her feng shui, the way it went with the deep green wallpaper she’d just ordered from a catalogue.
“I like it,” Leah said just as she was getting ready to leave. “I like how you bring nature inside.”
I like you, Penelope thought, but the words wouldn’t come.
Leah left, and Penelope went back into the bedroom and stood looking at the statue - its curving, arching arms, its strength, its flexibility. How I feel about Penelope.
She went back out on the porch and closed the laptop, pushing the spreadsheet from her mind. She would be flexible. She would walk the farm and smell the soil and not stress over every cent. She would just be. Like Leah and her sculpture.
*
It wasn’t the last sculpture Leah would show her. Not by a long shot. They spent the rest of that fall and then a good part of the winter that followed working on sculptures for her art show, which Penelope had finally persuaded her to move forward with. It was a good distraction from the nagging feeling in the back of Penelope’s mind - that no matter how hard she worked, how many times she counted up how much food she had saved up for her livestock and frozen in the fridge for herself, she wasn’t doing enough.
“Winter is when all of nature rests and resets,” Leah told her. “You should rest and reset, too.”
But sitting around her own farmhouse only led to fidgeting and spreadsheets (what was wrong with her) and watching too many cooking shows on her TV, or taking too many pictures of Jin lolling about cutely on the floor while secretly counting and recounting how much more lumber she needed to have Robin build another barn and how quickly she could reasonably afford it because if she had another barn she could get more goats and then -
So resting and resetting became going to Leah’s house with some freshly gathered hazelnuts to roast over her fireplace, or maybe some poppyseed muffins - and then, finally, her very first batch of homemade raspberry wine. And then they’d sit there by the fire and Leah would wax poetic about the sculptures she was considering for the show, how they challenged personhood and celebrated her favorite mediums and how she left things intentionally unclear for the viewer to provoke thought. It was exactly the sort of thing Penelope used to overhear in the quad in her college days, and scoff at. How could people spend their whole lives overthinking about art to that degree?
But now she was starting to get it. Leah shaved away seemingly random scraps of wood from a large block and beauty and meaning emerged. And Penelope forgot about the exact alkalinity of her soil and whether she should plant three fields of cauliflower next season or do kale instead and get more harvests out of it or if that would deplete the nutrients -
Okay, so it didn’t make her forget completely. But Leah’s little cabin was still an oasis, and Leah was still so beautiful and smart and kind, and Penelope was hopelessly in love.
It was the kind of realization that dawned slowly over the course of their daily conversations, not something that hit her like a thunderclap. When Penelope thought back over it later, she thought the exact moment might have been when she came out of the bathroom and saw Leah looking at the window at the drifting snow, a content smile on her face. She loved Leah. She hadn’t even held her hand, and she loved her. She felt safe with her. She understood more of the world through her eyes. She loved her.
So she went to Pierre’s store and bought a bouquet of flowers - the biggest and most beautiful he had in the dead of winter - and she carried them over to Leah’s house. And she stood there on the step, holding them with trembling hands, because nothing had ever been as scary as this. Not coming out to her parents. Not sitting alone in that empty apartment after Marie left. Not quitting Joja and getting on the bus to Pelican Town. Nothing scared her as much as the idea that she, with all her facts and figures and anxieties, wouldn’t be good enough for the woman she loved.
Leah’s eyes lit up like the lights in the town square when she saw Penelope standing there.
“Are these - are these what I think they are?” she asked.
“Well - if you think they’re special flowers that are saying I want you to be my girlfriend then - yes?”
Leah laughed and laughed, and then she kissed her, and it was suddenly the warmest winter Penelope had ever known.
**
Penelope hadn’t doubted she was gay since the sixth grade and her first crush ever (Mimi Marquez from Rent). But damn, did Leah manage to remind her every day.
Leah would be covered in sweat from working hard on a large sculpture and Penelope would look at her and think damn, I’m gay.
Leah would show up with ingredients to make dinner one evening, knowing Penelope would be exhausted from working in the mine, and she would hear her gentle laughter in the kitchen while she iced her back in the other room and think damn, I’m gay.
Leah would kiss her hard and fast, pressed up against the kitchen counter, and then Penelope would hardly be able to think at all, but if she was, the only real thought that would come would be I am so, so, so gay.
And also that she was so, so in love.
Leah wanted to take things slow after everything that happened with Kel, which suited Penelope fine. There were plenty of long make-out sessions on one of their couches, and many long walks in the snow, hand in hand. And then there was one night, towards the end of winter, when a late snowstorm kicked up and make it hard to see even a foot past the windows of the farmhouse.
“You know, I try not to make a habit of quoting carols - but it really is cold outside. You could stay,” Penelope offered, tentatively.
Leah beamed with quiet warmth, her nose scrunching, as she hid her face behind her mug of hot chocolate.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
When they got to the bedroom, Leah undressed before Penelope could offer to give her some privacy. She got to watch the arch of her back as she pulled the sweater over her head, see the gentle pudge of her stomach sticking out over the band of her cotton underwear, the freckles on her legs and the red hair that covered them, fuck -
“Ooh, this looks cozy. Can I borrow it?” Leah held up a big, ratty pink sweater.
“Uh huh.” Penelope hoped she didn’t look as dazed as she sounded. Leah pulled on the sweater. It brushed the tops of her thighs and swayed against her butt as she walked over to the bathroom, and Penelope felt delicious, wet heat sinking into the space between her legs. She knew what she was thinking about the next time she pulled her beloved vibrator out of the bedside table and teased herself all over before sliding it home so it pulsed against her G-spot and buzzed against her clit at the same time - those legs.
Maybe she’d think about those legs brushing against her face as she licked her -
“Hey, honey - do you mind if I use the last of this lotion you’ve got here? It smells amazing.”
“Go ahead,” Penelope said after she cleared her throat. “I, uh, made it myself. With those crocuses I gathered the other day.”
“Mm. Nice.”
She wasn’t staring.
She was not staring at Leah as she spread the lotion between her hands, propped a leg up on the bed, and began smoothing it over her freckled skin. She was definitely not staring at the way the sweater rode up and gave her a view of that white cotton underwear -
“Uh, I should get ready for bed too I guess,” she said at last.
“Yeah,” Leah laughed, scooping up more lotion. “I’m definitely not sleeping next to you in your dirty mining clothes.”
Oh god, she probably smelled like goat and cow and chicken and sheep and clay and granite dust from the quarry. She hadn’t thought of that.
“Shit, sorry. I should probably shower.”
“I didn’t say that,” Leah said. Her smile as she capped the lotion was more sultry. “I happen to like the way you smell, you know.”
She was staring again.
At the pink bow ofLeah’s lips, at the end of her braid where it swung over her shoulder.
She was aching between her legs at the thought of running her fingers through that hair. Of sliding her fingers in somewhere else.
“Penelope?”
Leah looked both confused and amused. She’d been staring again.
“Shit, fuck, sorry, I - I’m just, like, really, really turned on right now.”
The only way to describe the smile that Leah gave her then was catlike. It was sly and full of promise and doing absolutely nothing to make Penelope less turned on.
“Oh good. I was wondering about that. Because I’m pretty turned on right now, too.”
Yes.
Leah was as slow and gentle as Penelope had imagined. Her kisses were long and sweet. Her skin was soft and warm. She liked it when Penelope sucked her nipples into hard points and when she bit down on the side of her neck - and she liked it best of all when Penelope pulled down her underwear and ran her fingers along her wet, swollen cunt.
“Yes, I want you just like that,” she murmured. No shyness here, not naked and spread out on the quilt under the winter starlight.
“Just like this?” Penelope asked, her voice barely a whisper. This all felt like a mirage that could slip away at any moment. No matter how real and slick and perfect the flesh under her fingers was.
“Yeah - now kiss me -”
No one had to tell her twice to kiss Leah.
She kissed her as she slid one finger and then another inside her. She kissed her as she rubbed the pad of her thumb in a slow, wide circle around her clit. She stopped kissing her only to make sure that that was good. (“Yeah, slow like that, slow like that is good.”) She kissed her again until the sweet pressure of Leah’s thigh between her legs was becoming too much, when she had to rock against it over and over and over because it just felt so good on her own clit. She kissed her until Leah kept saying more, more, more and all her focus had to be on fucking her with her fingers and thumbing her clit now and then, until a beautiful pink flush spread all over Leah’s skin and her eyes screwed shut with ecstasy and she came, cunt squeezing tight around Penelope’s fingers, and the sight was so beautiful that it had Penelope rubbing frantically against Leah’s thigh - and then Leah recovered enough to slide her own fingers in-between them, and it was just enough pressure, just enough friction, and Penelope felt her own clit swell and twitch and then throb with pleasure as she came, too.
Then there was time to kiss again.
Time to lick the taste of Leah from her fingers.
“You’re kind of perfect, you know,” Leah said, lying there warm and pink and satisfied beneath her. Penelope felt herself glow from the inside out. She was perfect to the woman she loved - anxieties, insecurities, spreadsheets and all
***
The day they got married was kind of perfect, too. It was nearly a year to the day since they first met in the Stardrop Saloon - a late spring day filled with drifting blossoms and the smell of fresh earth. The Community Center wasn’t rebuilt, not completely, and the cherry saplings weren’t coming in as fast as Penelope would have liked, and yields on the kale had been low so far, and one of the goats might be sick and she was behind on collecting lumber for the new coop -
But it was perfect.
It was perfect because Leah was her wife.
Because after the heartache of Marie and the soul-sucking boredom of Joja and the terrifying risk of coming to Stardew Valley - it was all worth it.
Waking the morning after to their little farmhouse and Jin meowing for more food and Leah already in the kitchen, making coffee, humming a song - it was all worth it. The kind of thing you couldn’t plan for in a spreadsheet. The kind of thing she hadn’t dared to hope for in a long time.
Penelope rose, ready to tackle the day.
#beach writes#stardew valley#leah from stardew valley#female player x leah#idk what the fandom tags are#whoops#not da
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