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NSFW Alphabet Masterlist
A/N: this is where all of them are for every single character I write for so it’s not on separate master lists bc it’s easier for me this way somehow.
Tw: sexual content
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🐄 Stardew Valley 🐄
Harvey
COMPLETED
Harvey (A/E/I)
Harvey(D/S/Y)
Harvey(P/T/X)
Harvey(M/U/V)
Harvey(C/J/O)
Harvey(F/K/Q)
Harvey(L/R/W)
Harvey(B/G/N)
Harvey(H/Z)
Shane
Letters left:D,E,H,J,L,R,S,U
Shane (A/G/N)
Shane (F/K/W)
Shane(B/T/V)
Shane(I/P/Y)
Shane(O/M/Q)
Shane(C/X/Z)
Sebastian
Letters left:C,E,G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,Q,R,T,U,
Sebastian (D/F/W)
Sebastian(P/V/X/Z)
Sebastian(A/B/S/Y)
Sam
Letters left: ALL EXCEPT LISTED BELOW
Sam(A/G/K/V)
Elliott
Letters left: H,I,L,N,O,P,Q,R,W,X,Z
Elliott(D/M/Y)
Elliott(B/F)
Elliott(A/K/T)
Elliott(G/J/S/V)
Magnus
Letters left:B,C,E,G,H,N,P,R,S,T,W,X,Z
Rasmodius(D/M/Y)
Rasmodius (F/I/J)
Rasmodius(A/O/V)
Rasmodius (K/L/Q/U)
Abigail
Letters left:ALL EXCEPT LISTED BELOW
Abigail (E/J/T)
Abigail(K/Q/V/W)
Penny
Letters left:ALL EXCEPT LISTED BELOW
Penny(A/B/I/K)
Haley
Letters left: ALL EXCEPT LISTED BELOW
Haley(D/H/T)
Leah
Letters left: ALL EXCEPT LISTED BELOW
Leah(A/R/S/Y)
Mr.Qi
Letters left: ALL EXCEPT LISTED BELOW
Mr.Qi(B/P/U)
🩸Texas Chainsaw Massacre🩸
Johnny (A/J/N)
Bubba(D/H/T)
☁️Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator☁️
Mary Christiansen (D/H/T)
🚨Five Nights at Freddy’s:Security Breach🚨
Montgomery Gator(D/H/T)
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Better Days - Shane x Reader
CW: SFW, GN reader, Comfort, Slight Angst(?)
Note: It's about time I dip my toes into Stardew Valley! I love this game the absolute most ^^ My personal wifey is Emily but Shane was my first ever husband. This is kind of a dating alternative to what we get in game.
The bar is just about your favorite place to go. Not for the booze or the well cooked food, but for the nights that the town gathered for a good time. It's nearing the end of your first year here and already you're the social butterfly farmer of the town. You've even got a secret handshake with Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam! Alex is your tussling buddy on days that you've gotten most things done, and Emily? Well, she's just about your best friend here. That... Wasn't your choice. The others were pretty fine with you too, all except for Shane.
"Ah, don't mind him. He's always a grump!" Sam nudges you gently, trying to get your eyes off of the man drinking alone. "Everyone says that around here... Has anyone even invited him to a game of pool? Or even cards?" You look between the young adults that all shared worried and cringed gazes. "(Y/N)..." Abigail starts, but Sebastian continues for her. "Shane is about the most depressing man in Pelican Town. Every time anyone tries to talk to him, he'll shove them right off and keep going about his life. If you want to invite him for something, go right ahead. We'll be here for when he rejects your friendship."
Despite his words and teasing smirk, you puff your chest right out and share a hopeful smile of your own. "You know what? I'll talk to him! And he'll be so blown away by my charm, he'll BEG to hang out with me more!" With that, you turn your back to the group. Sam gives Sebastian a glare, "That's mean of you Sebastian. You know he's going to break their heart..." Sebastian shrugs, "Hey, if they want to find out, they're free to."
Shane's behavior wasn't unknown to you. You'd stop him sometimes on his walk to work and say hi, just for him to simmer in anger that you'd pause his walk. Though, every passing day, his anger towards your hellos lessened. Didn't completely stop the dissatisfaction but at least he isn't fuming every day.
"Shane! Buddy! What are you doing alone on a Friday night?" You beam your brightest smile, but the man's side eye quickly dashes your mood. "Drinking. Like I always do. Now what do you want?" He huffs softly, you adjusting the collar of your shirt. "I was wondering if you'd join me and my friends for-" "No."
"But... You didn't..." "I said no. I don't do 'friends' or hangouts. You think your friends would really like some drunk bastard joining them just to ruin the mood?" Your once bright smile quickly fades into an unsure expression. Honestly, you look like a kicked puppy. "Get back to your group and don't talk to me while I'm here. I'm no excited dog like you, farmer."
When you make your little defeated saunter to your friends, you mostly expect them to laugh at your attempt to reach out to Shane. But they had been listening in, with Sam pulling you into a comforting hug. "Like I said, don't mind that guy. You're a wonderful person! Come on, how about a game?" Abigail perks up, "We could try Blackjack!" Sebastian quickly cuts in, "Are you kidding? (Y/N) ALWAYS wins! They're the GOD of gambling, Abby."
The rest of your time spent at the saloon was trying to get your mind off that negative interaction. And yet, you couldn't stop thinking about him. You and your friends were first to leave, but you did stick around for a nightly walk. Perusing the rivers around with an awestruck beauty. It isn't long until you find a little isolated dock, where you sit and look down into the waters. Footsteps alert you to someone nearby, with a hefty sigh pairing with the sound of someone sitting next to you.
"Did your friends leave for the night?" Shane's voice sounds a lot more careful in tone. "Yeah, they all have their own things to do the rest of the night. The farm doesn't have much for me to do now that winter is approaching, so I'm watching the fish." To your response, Shane nods his head thoughtfully and takes a sip of his bottle. "Hm. Your pet doesn't even need you tonight?"
You chuckle a little, "They're probably fast asleep in my bed. Dirtying up the sheets!" Shane doesn't really take to laughing but does smile faintly. "Beats sleeping alone." While he drinks some more out of his bottle, you look on with a little worry. "Hm? Did you want a sip?" "Oh no, I've had more than enough to drink tonight. It's just... What you said."
"...Sleeping alone?"
"Yeah. You don't sound happy about that..."
"I'm... Okay with it." He tries to shrug off your worry, but your gentle hand comes to hold onto his shoulder. "Okay doesn't mean happy."
His eyes roll back into his head, but he doesn't even make a move to remove your hand from his shoulder. "I know it doesn't. But why should I make myself happy? I live, I work, and I get by. What more is there to life? Okay is better than in trouble."
You scoot in closer and try to look into his wavering eyes, "What about the fresh flowers of spring? The silver scales of fish in the water? Something's got to make you happy."
"What about them, huh? The flowers would be okay if I wasn't here. The fish would probably rejoice. The sun will still rise and- god, no one in this town would care!" His eyes prickle with tears, one hand gripping his hair, "The only possible people who would probably bat an eye are Marnie and Jas- But what, it would take a month to forget me? Two? I would have added nothing to this-"
The warmth from your tight embrace stops his rambling. The only other feeling he can really note is the dampening of his shirt as you bury your face in it. "Uhm... (Y/N)...?" Shane doesn't try to pull you off, instead wrapping a hesitant arm around you. "Shane..."
You pull yourself back, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. "You are loved so much more than just by Marnie and Jas... There's so much that would change if the only time we spend with you is at your funeral! The only time I spend with you! Even if it's just stopping by to say hello, I still appreciate every positive feeling I get with you..." He shakes his head slightly yet doesn't let go. "(Y/N), I know what you're going to say, but you're not going to convince me of anything. I know this place wouldn't care if I lived or-"
A hand to his mouth quickly shuts him down, "Stop that! Please...! I have lost too many friends already because they thought no one loved them..." Those pools of tears in your eyes strike him right in the heart. "I don't care about any flaws you see in yourself. The drinking, the attitude- you're not unlikeable just because of that. I love being around you..."
A careful rough hand slips your hand from his mouth. "How can you say that when I've been nothing but mean to you?"
"Because I care for you, whether you like to think that or not! I want to make your days better... I want you to finally put that fear of people aside and join my friends in games- even if it's just a try. I want to see you stop and smell the flowers on your way to work and- and-" His hands reach your wrists, pulling them down to ground you from your rant.
"That's... A lot of feelings, farmer. I don't exactly think hanging out with your pals or some games will help-" His now soft gaze looks into your worried one, "But, I... I think I could try for you. At least, try to have some better days. I..." He tries to choke down his sentimental rant, but the words keep coming. "I'd hate to make you cry. Out of everyone in this town... You're about the only one I hate seeing so miserable."
With a little laugh, you sniffle and keep wiping the moist tears from your face. "What about the others?" "I'd like to keep Marnie and Jas happy at least. Though, Lewis could probably use a few tears..." You playfully shove Shane for his comment while bursting with laughter. "That's so mean! Lewis is okay!" "That's what you think, farmer. I don't know what ANYONE sees in him..."
The starry night was spent with more teasing and a much lighter conversation. Only ending when your tired yawning led him to walk you all the way back to the farm. Now that Shane has his own friend... He could see his future holds better days.
#stardew valley#stardew valley x reader#shane x reader#sdv shane#sdv farmer#sdv x reader#sdv x farmer#sdv fandom#sdv fanfic
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Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x Male!Reader - Sebastian worries about his farmer husband who was mining a little too much
[Y/N] was the first guy that Sebastian has done... well, anything with. Dates, falling in love, marrying -- He once had a crush on Abigail and thought that would've been it. But when the new farmer came along and really made the town's economy boom? Well, Sebastian would've had no idea that this handsome stranger would quickly take an interest in him and get closer to him, so much so that Sebastian fell.
And boy, did he fall hard.
It started with the little things: the farmer approaching him as Sebastian had a smoke, coming to his room with gifts that he mined and coming to him covered in burns and cuts. Sebastian of course would express concern for him in the latter scenario but the farmer would just shrug him off.
It wasn't until he looked weakened in front of Sebastian after coming up from the mines, looking as if he were about to pass out. [Y/N] would stumble over his feet, dropping his bag to the ground as he fell against the fridge with a groan. Sebastian had checked on him once he heard all the ruckus, having been working on coding until the other would come home.
"[Y/N]?" Sebastian would call out to his husband as he walked over.
"Y-yea? I'm.. I'm here." [Y/N] would stutter out his response, his heavy breathing being also heard by the other. Sebastian halts once his eyes were able to land on the sight of [Y/N], his eyes going wide, rushing over before [Y/N] could fall over to the floor, letting him fall against his chest.
"[Y/N]... What the hell happened?" Sebastian's tone held concern, turning on the light as he held [Y/N] against him. His breath hitches. He looks even worse with the light on him. [Y/N] winces at the light, having a migraine before closing his eyes and burying his face against Sebastian's neck. "Do I need to take you to Harvey?!"
[Y/N] would try to wave off the concern, not moving away from Sebastian as he checked his wounds. "I'm... fine. Really. I should probably jussstt... resst.. that's all." His words would slur and Sebastian's frown deepened, pressing his lips to [Y/N]'s forehead to feel his temperature.
He was hot. He was definitely overheated. He must have really overworked himself to the bone. He said he was fine... But he was bleeding, his skin felt too warm, and... he was now shivering in Sebastian's hold.
"You're not fine." Sebastian would grumble before carefully lifting [Y/N], carrying him to the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit, patching up his wounds before having him take a cool bath to help cool his skin down. [Y/N] eventually passed out as Sebastian carefully washed him, batting away [Y/N]'s hands anytime he offered to wash himself, clearly not being in the state to properly take care of himself. He carried him back to their bed, kissing his forehead and holding him close.
[Y/N] wakes up with a lingering headache, pressing his hand to his head only to find a bandage wrapping wrapped around his head. And many other places were wrapped and covered in bandages as well. He winces when he tries to move, his body aching as he reaches for his bag, zipping it open to pull out some of the things he found that he knew Sebastian loved. He groans softly at the pain, setting the items on his lap before Sebastian walks in, a cup in one hand and a pain bottle in the other. His expression to the farmer seemed more nonchalant, yet it held a vibe that made [Y/N] want to look away in shame.
"So I uh," [Y/N] would start, holding up the items that he mined for his husband. "I got you these. Not sure if we have any room to put them tho-" Sebastian slowly takes the items from his hands after setting the cup and bottle on the nightstand, not giving them a second glance before immediately turning to his husband. [Y/N] gulps, a little nervous at how little Sebastian reacted to the items he normally loved. "Sebas-" Sebastian cups [Y/N]'s cheeks with both hands before leaning in to kiss his lips, shutting him up. His kiss was so tender, as if afraid to hurt his husband.
When their lips part, Sebastian leans his forehead against the farmer's, stroking his thumb along his jawline. "You scared the shit out of me. Don't... ever... do that again."
[Y/N] sighs, feeling guilty as Sebastian stared into his eyes, his hands coming up to wrap around Sebastian's forearm. "I didn't mean to get... caught up. I saw the opportunity and so I took it."
Sebastian squeezes his face before pulling him in for a slightly rougher kiss before pecking his lips a few more times. "You're not going back in there for a while.. I won't let you."
"But I-!"
Sebastian shuts [Y/N] up with another kiss, not wanting to hear any protests from him.
"I don't know what I would've done if I... if you..." Sebastian trails off, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenching at the terrible thought.
Ah. That really did it for [Y/N], seeing Sebastian fight back tears. His hands come up to cup Sebastian's cheeks before pulling him in for another kiss, feeling Sebastian's arms slip around his waist as he kisses back until they're almost breathless.
"I'm sorry, my love." [Y/N] whispers, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's shoulders and pulling him in to lean on his chest. "I won't... be so reckless again."
"Good." Is all Sebastian says, burying his face in his husband's neck.
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Flufftober Day 23 - POV Outsider
@flufftober
Fandom: Stardew Valley
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
Word Count: 890
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: Cursing
This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!
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With winter slowly fading into spring, the young adult quartet of Pelican Town has started spending more time outside. Instead of crowding into Sebastian’s basement or making a ruckus in the side room of the saloon, now they can be found outside by the river, or down on the pier.
Today, the group is in the cindersap forest, as the trees provide a large amount of shade for the ever-warming sun. While Sebastian and (Y/N) are below one of the trees, leaning against the trunk, Abigail and Sam are a little further off, lying on the bank next to the pier in the forest lake.
Abigail is on her back, pointing out clouds to Sam that could be interpreted as random shapes. He sits next to her, his guitar propped against his knees, plucking at the strings absentmindedly while he listens
It’s when Abigail spots a heart-shaped cloud that she sits up, shifting closer to Sam and nudging him with her shoulder.
“Love is in the air,” she quips, pointing up at the cloud while unable to suppress the grin from finding humour in her own joke. Sam’s eyes trail up to the sky, and when he spots the cloud, his mouth quirks up into a smile.
“Symbolic,” he says. When Abby gives him a confused look, he tilts his head backwards in the direction of Sebastian and (Y/N), leaning against a large oak tree. (Y/N) seems to be mock-offended at something Sebastian said, so she shoves him on the shoulder playfully, cackling with laughter when Sebastian shoves her back.
“I should have guessed.” Abigail chuckles a little as she continues to watch the pair, who seem completely ignorant to anything outside of each other. “You sense the same thing I do, right?”
Sam deadpans a look at Abigail, causing her to giggle. “How could I not? Do you realize how much they flirt? The only ones who don’t know about their feelings for each other are themselves!” Right on cue, (Y/N) says something inaudible, and a dusting of a blush appears on Sebastian’s face, which he tries to hide behind a laugh.
“How long do you think it’ll take them to figure it out?” asks Abigail, rolling over so she’s lying on her stomach, kicking her feet into the air behind her. “My bet’s on never.”
Sam shakes his head. “They,re stupid, but they’re not that stupid,” he says. He thinks for a moment, then adds, “...actually, maybe they are. But perhaps we can… give them a little nudge?”
Abigail’s eyes flash and her mouth stretches into a grin. “What did you have in mind?”
Before Sam can say anything else, (Y/N) and Sebastian stand up from their spots under the tree and walk over to the dock stretching out over the lake. The two of them sit at the end with their legs dangling out over the water.
Sam and Abigail look at each other. No words exchanged. They both know what to do.
Nonchalantly, Sam stands, stretches, then starts to make his way over to the dock, whistling to himself as he goes. He’s halfway down and neither Sebastian nor (Y/N) have noticed him yet.
It only takes a few more seconds before he reaches them, and he kneels down behind them, a little too close to (Y/N) for it to be natural. With a small, “Hey guys, what’cha doing?” he leans over hard, his shoulder makes contact with (Y/N), and she tumbles into the water.
Sebastian screams “Sam, you dumbass!” right as Sam starts stammering apologies, but with a quick look back at Abigail, the slightest smile is present on his face. Sebastian looks down at the water, where (Y/N) has yet to resurface, and without even hesitating, he strips off his hoodie, then his shirt, and dives in after her.
They’re both under the surface for ten, maybe fifteen seconds, before the water stirs and the two of them burst through it, gasping for air. (Y/N) starts to stammer, “M-My leg got caught on something at the bottom…” but Sebastian shushes her and together they make their way to shore.
Sam starts to apologize again once they make it to dry land, but (Y/N) quickly dismisses it, saying, “It was an accident, don’t worry!” Sebastian seems a little more reluctant to let it go, but seeing (Y/N) so unbothered seems to calm him a little bit. They use Sebastian’s shirt to pat off their wet skin, then drape it over a tree limb to dry in the sun. His hoodie he gives to (Y/N), and together, they return to the base of the tree they had been sitting next to before. Sebastian shirtless, (Y/N) wearing his hoodie, and both of them sitting much closer than they had been before.
Sam returns to Abigail, who discreetly gives a fistbump as they observe their friends. They’re so close together that their shoulders are touching, and they keep fussing over each other, making sure that the other is alright. There’s definitely some bonding happening.
Sam and Abigail just go back to conversing about what happened. It may have not been the best method they could have picked, but their plan clearly worked. Now to keep it up until their friends finally realize their feelings for themselves…
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🧸🤎 a mess 🤎🧸
(gif not mine)
cg!Abigail x little!demigirl!reader
(game: stardew valley)
warnings: reader uses paci’s,she/they pronouns,sippy cup,parental terms,use of princess
(not a request)
summary: abigail helps pick up around the house when reader falls asleep <3
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abigail was out with sebastian and sam for a little while and y/n wasn’t regressed when she left but y/n did end up slipping when she was gone
y/n grabbed all of her toys from the toy bin in the living room and played with them all
all her stuffies,crayons,coloring books/pages,blocks,rattles,teethers,markers,paci’s,dolls any toy they had it was somewhere on the floor
she was coloring in her coloring book with their favorite stuffies and sippy cup right next to them when she finished she went to hang it up on the fridge “mama will love this!”
she took one look at the mess they had made “oh no…” they said shaking their head “mama will be mad when she gets home”
y/n’s attention soon turned to cartoon on the tv and y/n sat there in awe watching the cartoon for a while before she grabbed her stuffie,paci,and half full sippy cup and sat down in front of the tv slowly drifting off
y/n soon fell asleep with a mess still everywhere tv still on and her sippy cup slowly spilling onto the floor
she had spilled all the crayons/markers and she had got all her dolls and stuffies out and her sensory toys and she left some stickers on abigail’s gaming console
abigail,sam,sebastian all ended up back at you and abigail’s house
as soon as abigail saw the mess her jew dropped “oh no” she tried looking for you so did sam and sebastian
all three of them found y/n asleep on the floor with the tv on
abigail sighed as she started picking up all the toys “need any help?” sam and sebastian said with a soft tone
abigail nodded “yeah” they all laughed a bit and started picking up the mess
midway through the clean up y/n woke up “mama!” they yelled
“oh hey princess..what happened here” she asked lovingly “oh sorry mama i didn’t mean to leave a mess i fell asleep..”
abigail shakes her head “everything’s fine mama just wanted to know what happened” y/n smiled helping the three of them pick up
after the pickup abigail picked y/n her stuffie,blanket,and paci and carried them to bed
y/n fell back asleep very fast after a kiss on the forehead from abigail “goodnight little one~”
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Welcome to neutrontears‘ blog
introduction and “what I will write“ post!
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꩜ About the author
Nicolái | he/they | infp | autistic
╰┈➤my linktree: https://linktr.ee/neutrontears
╰┈➤ likes: sharks—nature—art—videogames—music—movies
╰┈➤dislikes: school in general—p.e.—maths—teachers calling on me—waking up early on weekends
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꩜ Disclaimer
! I‘m not a professional writer
! I‘m a student so I‘m most likely busy
! I will keep the reader (y/n) genderneutral, unless it was mentioned otherwise
! I‘m used to write m!characters x reader so I‘m still trying to learn to write more with fem!characters
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꩜ What I will write
- fluff
-angst
- sfw
-nsfw (I will try my best)
-headcanons
-swearing
-others
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꩜ What I won‘t write
- Proships/Comships
- weird stuff in general I guess
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꩜ What fandoms I write for
- The Walking Dead
- Creepypastas
- Stardew Valley
- Detroit Become Human
- Harry Potter
- The Legend of Zelda
- Sally Face
- Markiplier Egos
- Dreamsmp (only characters!!)
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꩜ Characters I will write for
! don’t be scared to ask for a character that’s not on the list !
The Walking Dead:
Rick
Carl
Daryl
Negan
Henry
Glenn
Creepypastas:
Ticci Toby
Masky
Hoodie
Eyeless Jack
Stardew Valley:
Shane
Alex
Sebastian
Sam
Haley
Abigail
Detroit Become Human:
Connor
Markus
Ralph
Simon
Rupert
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
The Legend of Zelda:
Link
Zelda
Sidon
Mipha
Urbosa
Revali
Daruk
Sally Face:
Sal Fisher
Larry Johnson
Markiplier Egos:
Darkiplier
Wilford Warfstache
Damien
Dreamsmp:
C!Jschlatt
C!Tommyinnit
C!Technoblade
C!WilburSoot
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tomorrow ; abigail
a/n ; i headcannon that seb plays the piano at the saloon on friday & weekend nights :]
this was supposed to be short & sweet not a therapy session😭😭
gender ; neutral
word count ; 2,006
she was tapping her toes to the piano that sebastian played, and while her eyes seemed to be trained on his nimble fingers dancing across the monochrome keys, abigail's eyes were focused on your glimmering eyes behind him.
you seemed to be so enticed by the way her friend played the piano, and she wished she could make you feel that way with the melodies she whistled into her flute or the beat she created on her drums.
it was simple: abigail was jealous.
she wished you looked at her like that, with awe and wonder shining in your beautiful eyes and words of praise tumbling from your plump lips.
she wished your gorgeous smile was directed at her, not sebastian, and she wished that she could be the one to have your attention, not him.
abigail tried to pull herself out of her thoughts, but even as she stared at sam failing miserably at pool, she couldn't help but stew—wasn't she enough? were her talents not as spectacular, and just how much did she need to step it up in order for you to notice her?
so caught up was she in her own thoughts, that abigail didn't realize you were steadily approaching her, and it took several calls of her name in order to get her to notice you.
when she did, she was shocked.
you? talking to her? since when?
sure, you were acquaintances; you started up light conversation with her whenever you visited her dad's store to purchase seeds, and would bring her back things from the mines that you found.
but she had always seen it as an obligation rather than the pure desire to do so; if you weren't friends with his daughter, pierre might not let you buy his goods anymore.
so when you approached her at the saloon, she was confused.
"h-hi," she stuttered, staring up at you from her place on the couch.
"hi," you replied, a smile sweeter than honey on your lovely face.
"what are you doing sitting over here all alone on a lovely friday night like this, hm?" you inquired, taking a seat beside her—close, but not uncomfortably so.
"i'm just watching." abigail tried to play it off as if she wasn't staring at you with longing, she wasn't wishing she could be a part of the lively chatter, she wasn't wishing that you would at least glance over at her and smile that dazzling smile and wave that cute little wave, but her wish was coming true—wait, she wasn't wishing, so nothing was coming true.
wait, now she had herself confused.
but you were here now, and you were talking to her, and that was all that mattered.
"sebastian sure does play piano good," you said, looking over at the brunette in question.
"y-yeah, he sure does!"
why do you have to talk about him all the time, why can't you talk about me, talk about me, mention me for once, please please please—
"do you play any instruments?"
finally.
"uh, yeah, actually! i play the flute and the drums," abigail exclaimed with a smile, looking over at you, only to find you gazing at her with a look in your eyes.
she couldn't quite place what it was.
"oh, really? i know that sam plays guitar, but i didn't know you were a part of their little band, too!"
"heh, yeah, i usually play the drums, but it's fun to play the flute! my mom gets annoyed with it sometimes, though."
i'm rambling, stop talking abby, stop talking stop talking you're gonna mess everything up—
you snorted and replied, "moms, am i right?"
she chuckled and nodded, and for a moment, the conversation died down.
"my mom sends me cookies sometimes and mentions me when i'm in the paper, but other than that, she doesn't really talk to me that much. i mean, i get that there's not much way of communicating out here in the middle of nowhere, but she could at least ask how i'm doing or something, y'know?"
abigail wanted to nod to show she was listening, but she could only sit there and watch as you rambled, your eyes looking over the occupants of pelican town.
you never talked about your previous life and what your parents were like, even though you knew a majority of the townsfolk'.
"sorry for dumping all that on you, you probably didn't wanna hear
that," you said after a moment of silence.
"no—! i-i'm sorry, i was listening to what you said, i really was, i just forgot to respond!"
well, that sounded lame.
"that's no excuse—" she fumbled, "b-but i really do get what you're saying!"
the red of her cheeks contrasted nicely against the purple of her hair, you thought.
"my mom doesn't like that i dyed my hair and she doesn't agree with a lot of my decisions, even though i'm technically an adult now," abigail spoke, watching her green-haired mother get twirled around by her father.
"you still live in her house," you pointed out, but not rudely. it was moreso an observation.
"yeah, but that doesn't mean she still has a say over whether i go to the mines or not," abigail retaliated. you simply hummed in consideration.
"i guess she's just worried about you, y'know? the mines are a pretty dangerous place, and neither of your parents really want you getting hurt."
"i guess, but i can fend for myself! they don't need to worry about me anymore!"
"they don't—i've seen that you know your way with a sword. i still think you should consider it from their point of view, though. i mean, think about it: their only daughter has grown up, hasn't moved out yet, and hangs out at the graveyard at night and dyes her hair purple. they don't want to lose you, abigail."
she stopped bouncing her leg at the emotion in your voice, and turned to look at you.
your eyes were still facing the townsfolk and your legs were still crossed, but there was something about the way your voice caught slightly at the end. maybe you spoke from experience, or maybe you were just an emotion person, but the way that you froze said it all.
"yeah," she mumbled, although it didn't seem enough.
sam's ass was still getting beat by pam, who had swung by to "show the kid how it was done", sebastian was still playing the piano, and abigail's parents were still dancing, but even with all of the lively chatter in the back, the silence between the two of you felt so . . . awkward.
she couldn't help but stare at you though—sure, she did it all the time when your eyebrows were furrowed all cutely as you were counting the packs of seeds that her father handed you, but there was something about the way the warm glow of the light framed your face, something about the piano in the back, something about the space between the two of you . . .
and all of a sudden, abigail realized that space was too large.
it seemed that you did too, because you rose and stood in front of her, your hand outstretched, two words dancing on your lips:
"wanna dance?"
that was all abigail needed to grab your hand and haul herself to her feet.
you guided her away from the couches to where you were standing a few feet away from the arcade machines, putting your hand on her hip and lacing the fingers on your other hand with hers. her arm naturally went up behind your neck, resting on the nape, and her hand grasping yours squeezed tightly.
you were looking directly into her eyes with nothing less than adoration, love, longing.
the girl before you felt so inelegant as she stumbled to keep up with you, but you didn't laugh or berate her with annoyance—instead, you smiled gently and softly corrected her feet and told her where to go.
"one, two, three, one, two, three," you counted, and she was suddenly aware of how close she was to you.
you suddenly moved your hand from its uncomfortable place on her hip (sometimes, she wished you were less polite—she wanted to feel your arm around her waist) and moved it to circle around her middle, pressing her up against your chest.
"you look so pretty tonight, abby," you mumbled, staring at her lips with longing in your eyes.
her cheeks flushed with the nickname that all of her friends called her, but there was something about the way it rolled off of your lips that made her shiver.
"as do you, [name]."
abigail felt as though she were in a movie—a medieval one, at that. this was only something that happened in movies, so how was it happening in abigail's, a simple
village girl's life?
besides, only medieval people talked like that anyway. "as do you"? what was she even saying?
"this is okay, right?"
for no reason whatsoever, abigail remembered sebastian telling her, almost jokingly, "consent is key". she began to giggle, and didn't notice your anxious and worried look on your face.
when she did, however, she felt nothing but guilt wash over her, and immediately began to apologize.
"i-i'm sorry! i just thought of something that made me laugh, it's not anything you did, i promise!"
"oh good," you snorted, "because if this wasn't good with you, i'd be concerned that you hadn't pushed me away by now."
abigail laughed—an rare thing that not many got to hear, but those who did were truly blessed. although some might not find it to be the most attractive laugh that they'd ever heard, you wouldn't trade it for anything else.
she would snort when she laughed, and her eyes would close and her nose would scrunch up as she would bend over and clutch her stomach, but it was so cute and in your opinion, it was one of your favorite qualities about her.
"you're so damn cute," you mumbled, and she almost didn't catch it, what with the talking and laughing in the back, but she did.
"you're cuter," she said, and smiled cheekily.
"you weren't supposed to hear that, dumbass!"
"but i did."
and suddenly, everything was much more intimate.
that was what she loved about you—you didn't mind the mood change, even though it would constantly flip with the drop of a hat. you never complained or bashed her about it, you simply went with the flow, and she appreciated that.
you were staring into her eyes again, and she couldn't look away. she noticed—vaguely—that your lips were getting closer and closer to hers and she could smell your chocolaty breath and the smell of your deodorant, and god, she never wanted for this moment to end.
"abigail! let's go!" emily's voice called, and inwardly, the girl groaned. she couldn't have a single second alone with you, could she?
"coming!" she called, but even as you reluctantly pulled away and your breath was no longer fanning her lips, her nose couldn't help but tingle, and her skin couldn't help but develop goosebumps.
"spring is tomorrow," you said, watching her gather her coat.
"yeah."
oh.
"your dad sure does have some good quality seeds."
oh.
"y-yeah."
"i'll see you around, abby," you said, a singular finger tucked in your belt loop as you watched her walk out of the door.
"see ya," she called, and threw a timid wave behind her. you grinned.
and although you wouldn't tell her until later, you heard her asking her father what time his shipment of seeds would get in and when they would be available for sale.
and although the future may not seem so steady and she didn't know what it held, abigail knew one thing:
she couldn't wait for tomorrow.
#stardew valley#sdv#sdv x reader#stardew valley x reader#abigail x reader#x reader#reader insert#abigail x you#jamie's posts#gender neutral reader#abigail x y/n#y/n#sebastian#sam
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Fresh Starts
Leah (Stardew) x Selectively Mute She/Her Reader
A/N: Thought I’d try something different with this one. Sorry if I didn’t detail the instances of sign language very well, or if they are a little off, I did try. Also Kel is an asshol in this when they show up so get ready for that. Robin is cool mom and Abigail is the friend who is always ready to fight at the drop of a hat. Also, time is so weird in Stardew? There are four season in a year but each season is like a month so a year is like four months. Time is scary. I hope you like it! Word Count: 8,943
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“So, someone has finally taken up that old farmland,” Leah heard Gus say to Harvey as he fixed the good doctor a drink at the bar, “‘Heard Lewis and Robin talking about it outside of Pierre’s yesterday.”
“Is that so?” Harvey was tired from a long day at the clinic, but being ever polite, he humored Gus and rested fully against the bar stool.
“Mhmm, looks like the old man’s kin is finally gonna make something of it. A few years late though I must say, that place is well overgrown. It’s gonna take a lot more than a little elbow grease to spruce up that dump,” Gus chuckled good naturedly and handed Harvey his beer, “I wish them luck, whoever they are.”
“Bah!” Leah jumped in her seat tucked away in the corner. Pam must have been listening in too. “If they’re smart they’ll just sell the heap of trash to Joja. M’sure they’d get a pretty penny for it.” Pam spoke bitterly. Shane, who was also quite drunk at this point in the night, took the opportunity to add his two cents in and yell across the bar.
“Why would they get your daughter for selling out to Joja?”
“That’s not what I meant, dumbass!” Pam roared back, slamming her beer on the table with a loud thump.
Leah decided she’d call it a night then. Without Elliott to crack jokes with, the saloon could get real depressing real fast with Shane and Pam racing each other to see who would get alcohol poisoning first. Even Clint was just sad to watch. The poor man sitting hopefully, waiting for Emily to even just turn in his direction. Leah finished the rest of her beer and paid Gus, giving the man a sympathetic smile as he left to cut Shane off.
Leah shivered in the cool spring breeze as she walked along the river bank to her cottage and her thoughts wandered back to what Gus had been gossiping about.
“A new face around Stardew Valley, hm?” Leah mused, kicking a stray pebble in her path, watching it skip across the cobbled stone. “I guess I won’t be the town newbie anymore.” She smiled and turned to look in the direction of Marnie’s home, knowing that the farm was somewhere just beyond. As Leah turned the key to unlock the door of her small cottage, she wondered what changes this new resident might bring.
***
“Have you met our new resident farmer yet?” Leah heard Caroline ask Jodi as she walked across the town square.
“I suppose you could call it that,” Jodi laughed, “It was a very brief meeting to say the least.”
“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one then,” Caroline sighed, putting a hand to her chest in relief, “I thought I had offended the girl somehow, she never said a word. She just walked into the shop and pointed to a few seeds she wanted to buy, then she handed Abigail, Pierre and I daffodils and went on her way. Not so much as a sound.” Caroline explained, still bewildered by the interaction.
“Sounds about right,” Jodi nodded, “She knocked on the front door and handed me a single clam. Which was nice I suppose, but so very odd. She gave Vincent a daffodil too,” Jodi smiled, “He was very pleased. I’m sure she would have given Sam something as well if he could wake up at a more reasonable time.”
“Oh, Leah! Good morning!” Caroline had caught her. Leah put on her most sociable smile and walked forward, greeting the two women.
“Good morning Caroline, Jodi.”
“Have you been visited by the farm fairy yet?” Jodi asked, chuckling along with Caroline.
“I’m afraid not.” Leah admitted. “Although Elliott says I am a bit difficult to track down at the best of times.” She laughed good naturedly.
“Well, I’m sure she’ll get you sooner or later. She seems to be on a mission to greet the whole town. If you can call it a greeting I suppose. I don’t even know her name.” Caroline realized.
“It���s (Y/n).”
The three women jumped and turned to a grinning Robin, walking up to them with her yoga mat swaddled under her arm.
“Her name is (Y/n). She’s quite the character, huh?”
“Robin, you helped Mayor Lewis move her in didn’t you? What can you tell us?” Jodi asked, looking for any crumb of information she could get on the mysterious girl.
“Not much to tell,” Robin shrugged, “Just a sweet kid wanting to get away from the pressures of the big city,” she sent a knowing look at Leah, “Sounds like someone else I know.”
Leah laughed politely, twisting a finger around the tail end of her braid as blush settled in her cheeks faintly.
“But why is she so... you know, quiet?” Caroline asked.
“Hm, well, she did give me her blessing to explain should it come up.” Robin took a moment to think of how to proceed, absently tapping her fingers against her mat. “(Y/n) is selectively mute. She has the ability to speak, but she’s just not comfortable enough to do so at this time. This move was a big decision for her, and she’s excited, but it’s just gonna take some time before she feels secure enough to communicate orally.”
“And how did you get all this information out of her?” Caroline wondered.
Robin secured her yoga mat between her thighs and presented both hands, pointing her index fingers outward and drew a couple large circles in the air with the tips of her extended fingers. “Sign language!” Robin grinned, before taking a hold of her mat once more.
“Oh how clever!” Jodi praised. “I wish I understood sign language.”
“I’d be happy to show you a few of the basics sometime. If you really need to ask (Y/n) something though she will have no problem writing out answers for you.” Robin informed. “Now, are we working out today or...”
“I completely forgot!” Caroline smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, “Yes, let’s go. Poor Marnie is probably wondering where we are. Are you going to join us Leah?”
“I’ll pass, thanks. I’m heading to the beach to do some painting,” Leah explained, motioning to her bag.
“Alright, see you around!” Caroline, Jodi and Robin bid Leah goodbye and hurried to the general store.
Leah sighed, as much as she liked the people in this town they were so chatty. She could have been at the beach forever ago! Once she arrived, she saw Haley sunbathing. Not unusual, but as she kept walking closer to shore she saw Elliott splayed out over the sand laying on his stomach.
Leah rolled her eyes and walked over, playfully kicking the man’s arm, causing him to squint up at her.
“Is there some kind of new writing exercise I should know about?” She asked, playfully.
“I wish, this is simply writer’s block at its finest.” Elliott groaned. “That, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with this,” he sat up and produced a wild horseradish from his jacket pocket.
“Why do you have a horseradish in your pocket?”
“A girl I’ve never seen before in my life gave it to me. Then she took off before I could refuse. Didn’t even say a word.”
“She’s totally weird, but she did give me a daffodil so I guess she’s not that bad.” Haley called from her own spot in the sand.
“Has everyone met the new girl except me?” Leah wondered aloud.
“She’s been making rounds. I’m sure she’ll find you eventually.” Elliott said, resting his chin over his arms.
“You make her sound so ominous.” Leah laughed, lowering herself to the sand and taking out a sketch pad.
“A silent specter. A harbinger of-“
“Oh can it, drama queen,” Leah smirked, “so she gave you a horseradish, it’s not the end of the world. She was just trying to be nice.”
Elliott pursed his lips, propping his head up with one hand he turned the horseradish in the other offering it to Leah. “Do you want it? You’re all about foraging.”
“I mean, if you’re not going to use it sure. Put it in my bag.” Leah relented easily. Her eyes only leaving her paper to study the horizon for a moment, then continue to sketch.
Leah stayed on the beach with Elliott for a couple of hours, talking sketching, and painting. Finally she stood and stretched, patting the sand off the back of her jeans. “I should get going. See you around.”
“See you.” Elliott nodded, splitting off from Leah to head over to his shack.
Leah hummed to herself as she walked through town, making her way past Jodi’s house and entered the Cindersnap Forest. As she rounded the corner of her cottage, she paused in her tracks. Observing a young woman staring at her door with dandelions in one hand and her other poised to knock on the weathered wood.
Leah flinched slightly, she had stepped on a twig, snapping it and alerting her visitor of her presence.
Startled eyes met Leah’s own and the farmer straightened from her previous position, stepping back from Leah’s door.
She smiled shyly, giving Leah a short, jaunty wave before gesturing between Leah and the cottage a moment. Then she stood still. An expectant look on her face.
Leah simply stared back, blinking before she registered the silent question. “Oh! Yes, I live here. That’s my house. You’re (Y/n), right? Robin told me about you, I’m Leah.” She smiled kindly, coming forward to offer (Y/n) her hand to shake.
Instead of grasping Leah’s hand, (Y/n) cupped it with her gloved hands, turning Leah’s hand palm up and placing the dandelions inside.
“Ah, thank you.” Leah chuckled, “These will make a great salad.”
(Y/n) nodded vigorously, then moved to make her exit. Leah wasn’t sure what possessed her, but she called out to (Y/n) before she could get too far.
“Wait, I um, it’s not much but I did take an intro to ASL course my freshman year of college so, I’m a bit limited but if you ever want to talk, you know...” Leah wished she could stop talking right now. Why had no one told her that the farmer was cute!? “So, yeah, you know,” Leah fumbled with her free hand, her fingers sat just underneath her chin before she sent them forward, “Thanks again.” She smiled nervously.
(Y/n) stared at her, dumbfounded. Then she released a short, sharp exhalation of air that was reminiscent of stuttered laughter and turned back to stand before Leah. (Y/n) made a timid approach and gingerly took Leah’s wrist, still hovering midair, and guided the hand back to rest on Leah’s chin, just below her lip. Leah stood still as stone as (Y/n) held it there for a second then extended the hand forward. She repeated the motion twice more before backing away and releasing Leah from her gloved grasp. The smell of earth and grass still clung to Leah’s nose even after (Y/n) had stepped back.
“Oh, I did it wrong, didn’t I?” Leah blushed, “Is there a big difference between the two?”
(Y/n) blew out a large breath of air and nodded. One of her gloved hands came up to cover the amused smile fighting against her lips.
“What did I say? Was is embarrassing? Yoba, I need to know,” Leah carefully set the dandelions at her feet and rummaged through her bag. Taking out her sketch pad and a pencil, she flipped to a clean page and presented the materials into the rough fabric of (Y/n)’s gloved hands, “Please, tell me.”
(Y/n) shot Leah a sympathetic smile, then she looked down at the paper and wrote quickly and concisely. She looked over her work, nodded to herself, then she handed the sketch book and pencil back to Leah before jogging of in the direction of her farm.
“Eh- Hey! Wait a minute!” Leah took a few strides after the farmer but quickly gave up, electing to look at the paper in her hand instead. “Maybe I’ll tell you some other time. Nice meeting you Leah, smiley face.” Leah read aloud to herself. She scoffed, but couldn’t stop the smile that had conquered her lips. She couldn’t wait to see (Y/n) again.
***
“Hey, Maru-“
“I think I have a feeling about what this is about, but just in case, please proceed.”
The next morning, Leah had made her way to the clinic to visit Maru and perhaps get the answers she was looking for. She had made the trek to (Y/n)’s farm first, but she wasn’t there. A little note hastily taped to the farmer’s door revealed that she was spending the day fishing in the mountains and wouldn’t be back until late at night.
“Maru, you know sign language like your mom, right?” Leah asked.
“Sure do. Seb and dad do too.” Maru nodded, leaning over the clinic counter. “But I’ve got to tell you that if you’re looking for the meaning of what you accidentally signed to (Y/n) last night, we were sworn to silence earlier this morning before (Y/n) went fishing. Sorry.” Maru smiled.
“Ugh,” Leah sighed, leaning her forehead against the counter. “Can I at least have a hint?”
“Well, it’s really funny. Especially considering how chill you normally are and your kind disposition.”
“Yoba, I really need to know!” Leah groaned against the counter.
“Well my family can’t tell you. You’ll just have to wait to hear it from (Y/n),” Maru grinned and pushed away from the counter, “I have to prepare for Evelyn’s check up now so I’ll see you around Leah.”
“Yeah, bye.” Leah grumbled, watching Maru disappear into the back offices. “Well, there goes that plan.” She mumbled under her breath as she left the clinic.
Leah spent the rest of the day sculpting in her cottage. She spent hours getting lost in the chipping of the wood before finally going to bed.
***
It had been days since Leah last saw (Y/n) and if the farming life wasn’t so demanding, Leah would have been worried that she had deeply offended the farmer to the point that she was purposely avoiding her. Leah decided not to waste the time she had been presented with.
She approached Robin about sign language lessons, enough to get some basic phrases and words. She practiced the motions herself, perfecting them to allow for no mistakes. Although she knew (Y/n) could hear her just fine, she found it easier to retain the lessons this way. Not to mention that it was just a useful language to know.
“I’ve hardly seen you around. I was worried you stabbed yourself with your woodworking tools.” Elliott said as Leah came up to sit next to him in the saloon.
“And you didn’t think to come to check on me?” Leah looked at the writer incredulously.
“Nope.”
Leah punched Elliott’s arm and he laughed. Before long, Emily came by with their food and they ate comfortably.
“Would you look at that.” Elliot spoke, pointing in direction of the door as he swallowed another bite.
Leah turned to look, purple irises sparkling at the sight of (Y/n) lugging a large bag up to the bar. She watched Emily talk (Y/n)’s ear off, the poor farmer smiled uncomfortably while trying to divide her attention between her and Gus who had apparently requested a variety of fish.
“Wow, Robin said you were in trouble but you really are,” Elliott chuckled behind his beer, “You really lit up just now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Leah scoffed, still watching (Y/n) hand Gus fish after fish. It was almost comical how such an objectively small bag could hold so much.
“You can’t keep your eyes off her. I realize the dating pool in Stardew is small, but the girl just got here.”
“Elliott, stop!” Leah blushed, looking back down at her plate to stab at her salad.
“I’m just saying, you’re already taking sign language lessons for her you might want to dial it back a little bit. You wouldn’t want to come off as the obsessive type.”
“Oh! She’s leaving, should I offer to walk her home? I’m going to offer to walk her home.” Leah dug in her pocket and pulled out some gold, pushing it over to Elliott.
“What did I just say?” Elliott called after Leah, as she eagerly jogged to the exit to catch (Y/n) walking in the direction of the Cindersaps, perfect!
“(Y/n), good evening!” Leah called jogging up to the farmer only to have the farmer gasp and take several steps away from Leah, holding her hands out as a warning to not come any closer. “I’m sorry, I’m didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Leah gasped, maybe Elliott was right.
(Y/n) shook her head, slowly taking a step back towards Leah, presenting her slightly soggy bag and waving her hand in front of her nose, scrunching her face as she did so.
Leah was sure the movement wasn’t an official ASL sign, but it did help get the point across and she giggled.
“What? Do you think you smell?”
Another nod and a look that seemed to say that she didn’t just think so, she knew so. She had been in the mines all morning and fishing at the beach all afternoon. She couldn’t wait to take a shower.
“It’s alright, I won’t judge you,” Leah smiled, “Are you heading home for the night? I’d be happy to walk with you since it’s so dark.”
(Y/n) took a moment to think about it before nodding shyly and motioning Leah closer. Leah happily obliged walking alongside the farmer into the Cindersap Forest. The walk was mostly silent, but that was to be expected nonetheless, Leah was having a great time. They had even found a couple of leeks along the way which (Y/n) had insisted Leah keep. All too soon, they reached the porch of the old farmhouse.
“You’re crops look great,” Leah complimented, looking for an excuse to stay even just a few minutes more, “really healthy. What all have you been growing? Are those potatoes and turnips?”
(Y/n) looked over her shoulder as she unlocked her door. Her eyes focused on where Leah was pointing and nodded affirmingly.
“Yeah, I’m no farmer but I love foraging. I’ve got a few really good books about wild foods and where to find them and when. It’s kind of like a scavenger hunt.” Leah grinned.
“Mhmm.”
It was quiet, a little strained, but the small hum of agreement almost sent Leah into cardiac arrest. She sounded so sweet! Leah’s cheeks were starting to hurt from how widely she was smiling.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it then. So, I’ll see you around?”
(Y/n) looked like she wanted to say something, but settled for a simple nod, fiddling with the gardening gloves she had taken off. Leah smiled softly, watching how the farmer intently eyed the fabric twisting in her hands.
“Feel free to drop by the cottage whenever it suits you. I’ll leave the door open!” Leah added, waving over her shoulder as she turned to walk away. (Y/n) beamed, looking a bit more lively as she waved back.
Leah turned her back on the house and walked back to her cottage in the Cindersaps with a skip in her step and a painfully large smile on her face. Although it was already late, she prepared a new block of wood for sculpting. Her new muse had granted her a vision for a grand project and had the potential to be one of her greatest works yet.
***
“Kel, I told you to stop calling me. I’m not coming back to the city, we are through.” Leah frowned, her hand gripped the phone receiver so tightly that she could hear the plastic giving slightly under the pressure.
She was so focused on combating Kel’s useless bargains that she hadn’t noticed the timid farmer show herself in, looking at Leah’s tense shoulders and back with concern. (Y/n) flinched as Leah cut off Kel to speak again, her voice low and stern.
“There is nothing you could say, nothing you could offer me, that would make me come back. Move on, and please, for the last time, do not call me again.” Leah slammed the phone down on its perch. Pressing her palms into her eyes she let out a frustrated groan, slowly positioning her hands to rub at her temples to combat the headache she felt coming on.
Then she heard the door creak.
Leah quickly turned around just in time to see (Y/n) looking back at her with wide eyes and lips pursed thin as if she had been caught witnessing an event she had no business seeing. Which was partially true, but Leah had told her a week beforehand that she could drop by anytime.
“(Y/n), what a pleasant surprise!” Leah grimaced, watching (Y/n) flinch and look down sheepishly at her feet. One had managed to retreat back out the door before being caught and it was slowly joined by the intruding foot, so (Y/n) was fully outside again. Leah shook her head and calmly approached the farmer.
“Please don’t leave, I’m the one who told you to come let yourself in whenever. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.” Leah was worried, watching (Y/n) linger in the doorway. Her shoulders relaxed when (Y/n) cautiously came back inside and closed the door behind her.
(Y/n) stood in the entryway and looked over Leah, her eyes filled heavily with concern. She raised a hand, pointing to Leah before signing the letters ‘o’ and ‘k’.
“I’m okay. I’m just,” Leah fumbled for the right words, “mad, sad? Exhausted.”
(Y/n) made another gesture, shaping her fingers into a ‘hang loose’-esque sign. Her curled fingers meeting her chin. She lowered the hand momentarily to give it a controlled shake before bringing it back up into the starting position.
“What’s wrong?” Leah mumbled, making sure she understood. (Y/n) nodded. “I just got a phone call from someone I didn’t want to talk to is all,” Leah sighed, “They’re an ex of mine. The person who called.” Leah disclosed, rubbing the back of her neck, agitated.
(Y/n) signed again, but Leah didn’t quite catch it that time so she motioned (Y/n) over to her dining nook and sat her down with some paper and a pencil. The farmer seemed a bit unwilling to write it out, feeling like it was more insensitive somehow but with a little prodding from Leah, she gave in.
“Was it a bad break up...” Leah read aloud. She sat back in her chair and carefully chose her words. “Sometimes it feels like we’re still breaking up,” Leah chuckled wryly, “Kel, my ex, didn’t like me perusing art. They didn’t think I could make a living out of it and wanted me to waste away at some office job and well, I didn’t want that. They weren’t respectful or supportive of my dreams, so I left. They call me a lot though, to try to convince me to come back to the city... that I won’t make it as an artist. That I can’t be happy without them. It really is exhausting and the worst part is, I worry that they’re right.” Leah released a shuddering breath, “I haven’t sold a single piece. I don’t really even know how to start. I can sustain myself on what I have in my savings account for only so long.”
(Y/n) covered Leah’s hand with her own, squeezing it. Leah marveled at how soft it was in comparison to her own, especially since it was the hand of a farmer. Perhaps the gloves (Y/n) always wore had more practical uses rather than simply being worn for aesthetic’s sake. Leah chanced a look at (Y/n)’s face and was caught off guard by the determined fire blazing in her eyes. Then Leah’s attention was brought back to the table as (Y/n) furiously scratched the pencil against the paper and forcefully pushed her newly composed message in front of the sculptor, her other hand still rooted over Leah’s.
Leah read over the note and felt her heart ache with appreciative warmth. ‘You were brave enough to know what you wanted and even though it wasn’t easy, you went for it. That in itself is an amazing accomplishment that you should not take lightly. Your dream is not unfounded either, I’ve seen some of your sketches and paintings and I think you are very talented. Once you figure out how to put yourself out there you’ll have people begging you to take their money.’
Leah sniffed and smiled at (Y/n) appreciatively, turning her hand to reciprocate (Y/n)’s strong, yet gentle hold on her. “Thank you, (Y/n). I just wish I knew how to start.”
(Y/n) tapped her chin with the pencil as she thought. When she had an idea, she pulled the paper back to herself and wrote a suggestion.
“An art show? Oh, I don’t know (Y/n). It hardly seems possible.”
(Y/n) shook her head in disagreement and wrote more.
“You really think the town would want to help? Are you sure you want to help? You’ve got enough on your plate already with how busy the farm keeps you. I don’t want to impose.”
(Y/n) looked as if she had something to say, her throat bobbed and her lips twitched, but in the end she settled for the paper again, still too anxious to speak. After Leah had read the reply, she felt (Y/n)’s thumb rub against her knuckles and looked up. (Y/n) nodded, her expression serious. She wanted to help Leah with this.
“Thank you, (Y/n)!” Leah sniffled, holding back tears. She launched herself into (Y/n)’s arms and hugged the surprised farmer close. “Thank you so much!”
(Y/n) slowly returned the hug, smoothing one of her hands over Leah’s back in comforting motions. It was a bit of an awkward position with (Y/n) still sitting at the table and Leah hovering over her, but it felt nice.
“Sorry,” Leah chuckled after a moment, leaning back and wiping a stray tear from her eye, “I kind of caught you off guard with that didn’t I?”
(Y/n) shrugged and smiled good naturedly. A look came over her face as if she just remembered something and she stood up to grab her bag from the cottage entryway. She grinned when she found what she was looking for and made her way back to Leah, holding out a brown paper package to her.
“For me?” Leah asked. (Y/n) nodded and gestured for her to take it. Leah carefully unwrapped it and gasped. “(Y/n), is this goat cheese? I love this, how did you know?”
(Y/n) raised her hand, signing the letters ‘E’ ‘L’ ‘L’ ‘I’ ‘O’ ‘T’ ‘T’.
“Elliott hm?” Leah laughed, “I’m glad you two are getting along after the horseradish debacle.”
(Y/n) crossed her arms and stuck her nose up. She wasn’t looking back on the memory fondly.
“Hey, I’m with you on this one. He was being an ass. How could you have known he hated horseradish.”
(Y/n) nodded in agreement, one of her hands reaching out as if to say, ‘exactly’. She then noticed the time on Leah’s clock and signed that she had to go.
“I see.” Leah smiled sadly, trying not to let her disappointment shine through. “Good bye then, and (Y/n),” Leah signed ‘thank you’, very mindful of the position of her hands this time around, “seriously thank you for everything.”
(Y/n) beamed, giving Leah a thumbs up before heading out the door.
***
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Leah kept mumbling to herself while watching her fellow Pelican Townies set up her creations in the town square. There were already some tourists looking around and Leah felt her nerves fraying.
“Hang in there, kid. Everything looks great. Don’t worry so much.” Robin snuck up on Leah, making her jump. “It’s a beautiful summer day, don’t forget to enjoy it.”
“I’m trying, Robin. It’s just so much.” Leah said, nervously playing with her sleeve. Robin noticed Elliott walking up and motioned him to help deal with the artist while she went to help Demetrius move a heavy wooden sculpture.
“Come on now, Leah. Too late to back out now.” Elliott grinned, thumping her back. “(Y/n) seems especially excited by how things are progressing.”
Leah chanced a glance at (Y/n) and Maru putting up paintings between signing each other excitedly. The scene warmed her heart and her shoulders relaxed a bit.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll try.”
“Great, now let’s go woo some tourists.” Elliott said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“What? Elliott, no!” Leah shook her head.
“Not like that,” Elliott laughed, “I know your heart belongs to someone else. I just meant,” he looks around before whispering in Leah’s ear, “woo them out of their money.”
Leah laughed and pushed Elliott away. “Alright, you focus on the wooing and I’ll focus on explaining my thought processes.”
“That doesn’t sound as fun, but okay, this is your day.”
As Elliot and Leah made their way across the square, an unwelcome guest watched them from afar. Their blood boiled as they saw Leah pause at the makeshift painting gallery to give the farmer’s hand an affectionate squeeze.
***
“I can’t believe we sold so many!” Leah spoke in ecstatic disbelief as she waved at the last car she and (Y/n) had just loaded a heavy wooden sculpture into before it drove away. “This is crazy!”
(Y/n) wore a smile that matched Leah’s, happy to watch the sculptor bouncing in place. When Leah finally stilled, still giddy, she took both of (Y/n)’s hands in hers. Once again free of the gloves, the hands were pleasantly soft against her own and she relished in the feeling.
“(Y/n) I know it’s kind of late, but I have something I want to give to you. I left it at my house so I’m going to go get it. I’ll meet you at the farm, is that alright?”
(Y/n) stared at Leah, her curiosity piqued. She nodded, easily giving Leah the answer she was hoping for.
“Great! I’ll be there soon!” With one last squeeze of the farmer’s hands, she was off. (Y/n) heard the crack of a twig, but when she turned to investigate, nothing stood out so she made her way back to her farm to wait for Leah.
When Leah came up to the porch, (Y/n) had to do a double take at the big wooden statue she was lugging along. With one last huff of air, Leah placed the statue at the base of the steps and grinned up at (Y/n), wiping a bit of sweat from her brow.
“Thanks for waiting. It was a little more ah, heavy, than I expected.” Leah laughed sheepishly. “Come take a look.”
(Y/n) stepped off the porch and circled the piece, taking in every detail. Leah felt nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach while she watched the farmer scrutinize the work and cleared her throat.
“I started working on it in the spring. I also incorporated some of that driftwood you gave me a few weeks ago. Anyway, I made it with you in mind. It’s called, ‘How I Feel about (Y/n)’ and I’d be honored if you would accept it as a gift for everything you’ve done for me.” Leah stared at her feet as she spoke, too embarrassed to keep her eyes on (Y/n) while she spoke. Then a pair of boots joined, hands came up to clasp her own, pulling the conjoined grasp into her line of vision and coaxing her to look up into (Y/n)’s eyes.
“It’s wonderful.”
At that moment, Leah thought her heart must have been beating so hard that it was affecting her hearing.
“Hh... huh?” Leah asked, rather dumbly.
(Y/n) swallowed thickly, took a deep breath, and whispered, “It’s wonderful, Leah. Thank you.”
Leah looked absolutely awestruck, purple irises shone with excitement and she laughed, pulling (Y/n) into a tight embrace.
“I’m glad you like it.” Leah sniffled, resting her face in (Y/n)’s shoulder.
“Leah?” (Y/n) wrapped her arms around the artist, it was only one word, her name, but Leah heard the concern in the farmer’s tone.
“I’m okay. I’m just happy,” Leah sniffled again, “I’m happy you felt comfortable enough with me to speak to me.”
“Me too.” (Y/n) whispered, holding Leah tighter.
The pair found it difficult when they had to part ways for the night, but they were equally excited over how their relationship was developing, looking forward to spending more time together over the summer.
***
“Come on, just a little further...” Leah coached herself. She was reaching for a piece of fruit hanging from a branch just out of her reach.
She had planned a picnic with (Y/n) for this afternoon. She had already set up under the big old tree near the pond and as she waited for (Y/n) to finish up with her crops and animals for the morning, when she spotted the unusual fruit. Now she was jumping and stretching for the fruit just out of reach.
“Almost— Ah!” Leah struggled to balance herself in the air, swiveling her head to peak over her shoulder, she saw (Y/n) looking up at her with a mischievous grin. Leah rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the side of her lips. She turned back to the task at hand and grabbed the fruit, motioning (Y/n) to put her back down.
“Show off.” Leah scoffed, lightly punching (Y/n)’s shoulder. “You wanna try a bite?”
“Yes, please.” (Y/n)’s cheeks heated when Leah pressed the fruit to her lips. She took a bite of the offering, savoring the taste. “It’s so sweet.” She said, amazed.
“Right?” Leah smiled, “It’s rare to get fruit from this tree. Usually all the animals snap it all up as soon as they’re ripe, but it seems they miss some from time to time. How is everything with the farm this morning?”
“All is well,” (Y/n) nodded as the pair made themselves comfortable on the blanket Leah had set up, “I would have been here sooner but the goats kept standing in front of my cheese and mayo machines, the chicken coup too. Made it a little difficult.” (Y/n) disclosed. “Which reminds me,” she rummaged through her bag, “goat cheese salads.”
“Mmm, this looks heavenly. Thank you for making these.” Leah said, eagerly stirring in some vinaigrette into the generous fresh salad.
“No problem. Selling my harvest is nice, but it feels so much more rewarding enjoying it like this.” (Y/n) informed, mixing her own salad.
“I can imagine,” Leah hummed and leaned her back fully against the trunk of the tree, “Ah, it’s such a lovely day for this.”
“Mhmm.”
They ate the rest of their meal in peaceful silence, listening to the birds sing and the fish leap, the breeze rustling the trees and grass around them. It was tranquil, it was perfect.
“Hey, Leah,” (Y/n) spoke, breaking the silence.
“Yes?” Leah asked, turning her gaze away from the sketch pad she had brought out.
“It’s almost Fall you know, we’ve known each other for nearly two whole seasons. Half a year, it’s crazy, right?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, doesn’t it?” Leah giggled, “What made you think of that?”
“Well, I wanted to ask you something. Don’t feel like you have to answer one way or the other, but...” (Y/n) paused, trying to gather her thoughts.
“Hey, it’s okay (Y/n). You can tell me anything. Sign it out if you want to.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m just nervous,” (Y/n) turned to her bag and pulled out a lovely bouquet of flowers, “Leah, would you maybe consider being my girlfriend?“
“Yes!” Leah enveloped (Y/n) in a tackle like hug that sent them both to fully meet the ground, accidentally crushing the flowers between their bodies, “Oops, sorry,” Leah wiggled the flowers out from under her to look at them more closely, “these are lovely, (Y/n). I didn’t know Pierre had these in yet.”
“He didn’t, I planted them.” (Y/n) clarified, smiling up at Leah who still hovered over her, giggling.
“Of course you did, you’re so sweet.”
“I try.”
“Are you kidding me!”
Leah and (Y/n) quickly turned to face the disturbance, scrambling to sit up from their compromising position. Leah felt her stomach twist with discomfort seeing Kel of all people marching up to them, absolutely fuming.
“Seriously, what the hell, Leah?” Kel yelled, their hands clenched into tight fists as they closed in, making yard after yard disappear between them.
“No, more like what the hell, Kel? I broke up with you seasons ago. What are you even doing in Pelican Town?” Leah retorted angrily, as (Y/n) helped her to her feet. Kel watched the motion and ground their teeth.
They were already dangerously close to crossing the threshold of the blanket and that small display was enough to send them stomping over the edge.
“I came for you, obviously! I’ve been slumming it in that dusty old saloon since your art show, waiting to talk to you! Now I find you sucking face with some country bumpkin nobody!” They seethed, stepping even closer into Leah’s personal space until (Y/n) pulled Leah back behind her, making Kel even more incensed. “You stay out of this. I’m talking to Leah!”
(Y/n) held strong, stuck between the harsh obscenities attacking her from the front and the loving affirmations defending her from behind. She held her arm out, willing Kel to stay back as she slowly started to guide Leah back in the direction of town for help. Kel ignored the warning and followed after them.
“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself? You think you’re being some kind of hero right now?” Kel seethed.
(Y/n) stayed silent, she had gone mute again and who would blame her in the face of such a tense situation? She was so very uncomfortable, scared even, but she continued on passed Marnie’s since she knew the woman wasn’t home at this time and she sure wasn’t going to expose Jas to this. Jodi’s house was their next best bet.
“Hey, you obviously want to start something here. You’ve got something to say to me?” Kel continued forward.
“Kel, leave us alone!” Leah commanded, “It’s over, it’s been over, go home!”
“You think you’re too good to talk to me?” Kel yelled, ignoring Leah. “She’s just a whore. She just latched onto the first warm body she could find after her little meltdown. You’re not special.”
(Y/n) froze stiffly in place, Leah felt the muscles on her shoulders tense so she tried to pull on her arm to keep her moving.
“Ignore them, (Y/n). Let’s focus on getting to town, okay?” Leah pleaded. But (Y/n) gently pushed off Leah’s hands and took a step towards Kel with a cold glare. Leah stepped to stand beside (Y/n)’s side, nervous that a more serious confrontation was about to unfold.
“Well?” Kel spat.
(Y/n) crossed her arms, turning her head to look at Leah. The look on her face was all the communication Leah needed to understand. It was definitely a, ‘they better back off or I’m going to knock them off their block’ face. Leah had never known (Y/n) to be particularly violent, but with all the time she spent in the mines, she had no doubt that she could take care of herself.
Leah gasped when Kel suddenly roared, lunging forward. Apparently they had not liked how (Y/n) and Leah had been paying attention to each other rather than themself. Kel had rocketed forward and aimed to punch (Y/n) hard over her cheek, however, at the last moment, Leah pushed her aside and took the blow for her.
(Y/n) inhaled sharply and caught Leah as she stumbled back, noticing how blood immediately began gushing from Leah’s now broken nose.
“Ow- AH!” Leah cried, her hands muffled her voice since she had covered her nose and mouth.
It only took a second for (Y/n) to return the favor to Kel’s stunned face. She punched them fast and hard over their cheek, but Kel was quick to fight back and now it was a full out brawl.
“What’s going on, we heard yelling— holy shit!”
Leah turned away from the fight to see Sam, Seb, and Abigail running up on the scene.
“(Y/n)’s throwing hands!” Abigail yelled, sounding way more excited than worried.
“Leah are you okay? What’s going on?” Sebastian asked, noting the concerning amount of blood running down Leah’s arms and the front of her shirt.
“Don’t worry about me, stop them!” Leah winced, taking one hand away from her face to motion to her ex and her new girlfriend still going at each other.
“Damn, Abi! Go get your dad and Harvey too by the looks of it!” Sam yelled, he seemed to be looking for an opening to push the fighters apart.
“Are you kidding? You get my dad, I’m getting in on this!” Abigail cheered and ran up to jump on Kel’s back like she was at a rodeo while (Y/n) landed a good hit on Kel’s stomach. “Nice punch, (Y/n)!”
“Oh Yoba, Sam, start running.” Seb suggested, trying to help Leah with her nose. He was no Maru, but even he knew how to set a broken nose. Especially within the first couple weeks of Sam taking up skateboarding.
“Right!” Sam ran off back into town screaming. A few tense minutes later and Pierre, Caroline, Robin, Elliott, Maru and Harvey came running behind Sam to break up the fight.
“Abigail, stop!” Pierre huffed, pulling off his daughter and passing her off to his wife, “I taught you what I did to defend yourself, not to lash out like a wild animal!” He grunted, pulling Kel into his grasp and trapping their arms behind their back with Elliott coming up to assist.
“Come on dad, I was helping a friend! What’s the big deal?” Abi groaned, while her mom fretted over her, looking for injuries.
“Easy there kid, it’s over.” Robin coaxed (Y/n), pulling her back. The farmer slumped over in the carpenter’s hold, breathing heavily.
“Is (Y/n) okay? Ah!” Leah hissed as Harvey touched up her nose, giving her a nasal spray before wedging a couple wads of tissue up her nostrils.
“Sorry, Leah.” Harvey sympathized, “Maru is going to check up on her now.”
“What about me?” Kel hissed. Pierre had them resting on their knees. They looked really roughed up. A black eye was already forming and scratches and bruises littered their skin, they were also holding their stomach rather tightly.
“You’ll just have to wait a minute.” Elliott frowned, staring down at the stranger with contempt.
“Don’t you have any police officers in this backwater town? I’ll sue every one of you for withholding care to someone who is obviously hurt!” Kel threatened, grinding their teeth.
“Oh, the police are coming alright!” Caroline spoke indignantly. “You are in no position to be asking for anything right now, bringing violence to our community, you should be ashamed!”
“(Y/n) can you look up for me, please.” Maru asked, carefully tilting (Y/n)’s chin up. (Y/n) sucked in a breath when Maru touched her bruised jaw a tad to hard. “Sorry, Your jaw is bruised pretty badly. Your bottom lip split too. How is your vision?”
(Y/n) shook her head and winced, cradling her head in her hands.
“Okay, possible concussion. We’ll need to observe her at the clinic.” Maru said.
“Alright, come on bruiser,” Robin grunted, heaving (Y/n) to her feet, “Sebbie, help me walk her into town please.”
“Sure mom.” Seb took (Y/n)’s other side.
(Y/n) patted Robin’s arm, motioning her to wait. She slowly turned to Kel and leaned more heavily against Seb as she freed her other arm from Robin to snap her fingers aggressively, looking for Kel’s attention. Once Kel looked up at her, sneering from their spot in the dirt, (Y/n) turned briefly to make sure Leah was watching. When she saw that she was, she smiled as if to say, ‘watch this,’ and turned back to Kel. (Y/n) brought her flat, angled hand below her chin and sent it forward in the direction of Kel’s confused, but no less, pissed face.
“Oh ho! (Y/n) is such a badass!” Abigail laughed.
“Abi, since when do you know sign language?” Sam asked, clearly confused.
“I don’t, but I’ve spent enough time searching curses in different languages to know that was totally a ‘fuck you’. Personally I think a middle finger approach would have been an appropriate classic myself but whatever.” Abigail shrugged.
“Abigail, language!” Caroline scolded.
“Sorry mom.”
“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Clinic, now.” Robin tried to hold in a laugh as she repositioned (Y/n)’s arm over her shoulder. Then she and Seb began walking (Y/n) back into town.
Leah made to follow, but as they were leaving, the police from the the next town over had arrived and they needed her statements as a witness. Never mind that she was covered in her own blood and her girlfriend was being dragged away to the clinic with a concussion. Once the officers were satisfied, they took Kel away with promises to be back for (Y/n)’s statement and to see if any charges would be made. For now they were just going to take Kel back to a hospital in Zuzu City since they may have broken a rib or two in the fight. After that, they were going to be free to go.
Leah wasn’t too worried. She didn’t think Kel would come back after the beating (Y/n) and Abigail gave them. She watched the police car drive out of Cindersaps, taking her disgruntled ex away.
“Leah, I’m sure you want to get to the clinic but you should really clean up first.” Caroline had said patting the younger woman’s back. “(Y/n) will be fine.”
“Yeah, Harvey and Maru got her. Take some time to process.” Elliott smiled.
Leah could only nod tiredly. She trudged over to her cottage to shower and change. She still couldn’t believe how quickly things got out of hand. She looked at her bandaged nose in the mirror, hissing when she gingerly touched the bridge of it. She was wary of Seb setting it himself, but Harvey said he had gone a great job. Once she was physically put back together, Leah quickly made her way to the clinic.
“Where is she?” She asked immediately upon arriving. She sounded a little congested thanks to her clogged nose, but she was easily understood. Robin was still in the waiting room and filled her in.
“Harvey and Maru are talking her through concussion care. She’s okay, but I don’t think she’ll be allowed to work for awhile.”
“Oh no,” Leah sat down, resting her elbows on her knees and covered her eyes with her hands, “This is all my fault.”
“Aw, don’t say that sweetheart. You know that’s not true.” Robin frowned, taking a seat beside her, “(Y/n) would hate to hear you think like that.”
“(Y/n) loves her farm! If she can’t maintain the upkeep...” Leah continued, teary eyed, only to be silenced by Robin.
“I’m going to stop you right there. Nothing is going to happen to the farm. Abi, Sam, and even Seb already told (Y/n) in no uncertain terms that they were going to pitch in while she recovers. Everything is going to be taken care of.” Robin assured.
“Still none of this would have happened if-“
“If you hadn’t broken up with your ex? Moved to Pelican Town? Got a crush? Leah, you can’t punish yourself for moving on with your life. You’re allowed to be happy.” Robin chided gently. “It was hard for me and Sebastian’s father to see eye to eye at the best of times. Now I have Demetrius and although he can be a bit annoying sometimes with his tomato bullshit, not a day goes by that I’m not grateful I took that first step because I love him.” Robin smiled.
Leah’s nose hurt like hell as she tried to carefully wipe the tears from her eyes and Robin rubbed her back affectionately. Once Leah had calmed down, Robin stood and stretched.
“She’s been wondering where you are. The doc is keeping her for overnight observation, but your welcome to stay with her. I on the other hand, am apparently too old for this much excitement and need to go home.”
“Thank you Robin, for talking to me.”
“Anytime,” Robin grinned, “now go get her.”
Leah made her way into the back area of the clinic and nearly ran up to Harvey, Maru, and (Y/n). (Y/n) was signing to Maru while she relayed the information to Harvey as he examined (Y/n)’s well being.
(Y/n) was relieved to see Leah and eagerly motioned her to come sit on the edge of the bed she was sitting in which Leah did happily.
“Leah, how’s the nose?” Harvey asked while he finished up (Y/n)’s chart.
“It’s fine. Just, really sore and tingly.”
“So not fine.” Maru chuckled. “I’ll get you some pain meds.”
“Ah, thanks Maru.” Leah smiled sheepishly.
“Well, Ms. (Y/n),” Harvey sighed, turning his attention back to the farmer, “you and I are in for a long night. I’ll be waking you up every hour to check your pupils to see if your condition changes at all.” Harvey stood and stretched, “Ms. Leah, feel welcome to stay as long as you like. It can’t hurt to keep an extra pair of eyes on her.”
“I could stay overtime, Harvey.” Maru said as she came back with two pills and a glass of water for Leah.
“I seem to recall you talking about a time sensitive experiment this morning.” Harvey recalled, making Maru smack the side of her head. “You’re right! I got to go now! Good night everyone!” Maru called behind her as she rushed out to the waiting room then out of the building.
“I’m going to take the first of my many naps lined up for tonight. I’ll see you ladies in about an hour. Try to get some rest.” Harvey said before leaving to walk up the stairs to his apartment.
Finally Leah and (Y/n) were alone again. (Y/n) sunk down into the covers and sighed deeply. She turned to face Leah, concerning the sculptor by how small she looked.
“You’re not too upset with me, are you?” (Y/n) asked, surprising Leah.
“I’m not upset with you. Why would I be upset with you?”
“I just beat the crap out a person. Sure they are your ex, but you cared about them at some point so it must have been hard to watch. I can’t imagine what you must think of me now.” (Y/n) whispered, she was so quiet Leah had to lean closer and even then she was straining to hear.
“(Y/n), I like you. Nothing that happened today changed how much I like you. It certainly didn’t make me like you any less,” Leah rested her hand over (Y/n)’s cheek, “Kel made their choice when they decided to come to Pelican Town and confront us. I wish it hadn’t gone down the way it did, but that’s not our fault. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I’m glad you’re okay too. I was worried.”
“I wish we could start this day all over,” Leah moaned, “First day as official girlfriends and we get into a fist fight.”
(Y/n) laughed lightly, closing her eyes to combat the pain that came from her jostling. “Abigail thought it was a pretty great date activity.”
“She would think that.” Leah rolled her eyes, “she also eats rocks.”
“Well, think about it this way. Until I’m allowed to take up all my farming duties again, you can do whatever you want with me.”
“Whatever I want, hmm?” Leah tapped her lips with her index finger, “would it be to forward if me to ask for a kiss?”
“You may, just be careful with my split lip. I won’t be able to explain what happened to Harvey if you make it worse.” (Y/n) said.
“One gentle kiss, coming right up.” Leah wiggled on the bed’s stiff hospital sheets until she laid face to face with (Y/n). Their lips met in a soft brushing that was almost ghost like, but rather than leaving them with a chill, warmth bloomed between them.
“Wow.” (Y/n) grinned.
“If you thought that was good, wait until I can get more involved with it.”
“So confident. I like it.” (Y/n) squinted, “could you turn the light off? It’s really starting to hurt my eyes.”
“Of course.” Leah got up and switched off the half the lights to keep their side of the room in darkness but allow Harvey to still be able to see when he came back.
“Now come cuddle, please.” (Y/n) asked sleepily reaching her arms out.
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Leah kicked off her boots and shimmied under the sheets to join (Y/n) and wrapped her arms around her. Leah let the exhaustion of the day roll over her and she had nearly let sleep claim her before her eyes shot open and she propped herself up on her elbow to lean over (Y/n).
“Did I really sign a ‘fuck you’ when we first met?!” She asked, appalled.
(Y/n)’s response was to laugh sleepily into Leah’s chest.
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New Start
Fandom: Stardew Valley
Pairing: Shane X Reader; slight Sebastian X Reader
Words: 5.1k (I love him)
Warnings: None other than non-proofread writing I don't think, let me know if there are any that need tagging ^^
Note: There could be a part two if anyone would like x)
“Pelican Town,” the name fell involuntarily from Y/N’s lips as she hopped from the bus that had dropped her at her new home. “Guess we’re here, Luna.”
The midnight black cat rubbed itself against her owners’ leg, hopping onto the ground beside the suitcase that had landed mere moments before. A purr escaped the felines’ lips at the feeling off Y/N’s fingers gently caressing her fur, back arching in pleasure.
The cold air blew through the girl’s body as she stepped from the bus with once final ‘thank you’ aimed towards the driver. A shiver ran through her, arms wrapping around themselves to keep a grip on the little warmth she had left. Luna, who was now pressed tightly against Y/N’s leg, seemed to feel the same as her.
“Come here,” she smiled, kneeling with an open arm to allow the cat to hop into, soon surrounded with the warmth of the jacket Y/N had luckily worn for her journey. “Good girl.”
The sound of a young girl’s laughter sounded throughout the street, blending into her eyes along with the roaring engine of the, now departing, bus. A small grin crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired womans lips as she spotted a young, dark-haired girl holding hands with a man who seemed just as happy as she sounded.
“Shane, who’s that?” The young girls’ eyes were now fixated on the newest arrival to Pelican Town, legs shuffling themselves to move behind Shane’s body.
“Not sure, Jas.” The man’s own attention was now on Y/N, unsure as to what to say to her, if anything.
“She has a kitty!” Jas, or at least who Y/N assumed to be Jas, pointed towards Luna whose head had popped out from the jacket once the chatter had begun.
“She’s called Luna,” Y/N smiled brightly as she, once again, pet Luna. “You can pet her if you’d like!”
Jas seemed to ponder this for a moment, small fingers playing with the strands of her hair, “can I, Shane?”
“Sure, Jas. Just stay close, okay?”
The kitty owner smiled at their interaction, kneeling down to the ground so that the girl could have easier access to the kitten when she came over.
“Wow, she’s soft. Shane, feel!” Whilst her words were mostly directed towards the taller man, Y/N still felt slightly flattered at the compliment.
Shane, who was sporting his usual blue jacket, kneeled beside Jas, cautiously petting the cat with such care that it seemed like he feared he would break her.
The three of them remained on the ground for a few moments, Jas still as excited as before at the kitten, until an elderly man’s voice caught their attention.
“You must be Y/N,” he grinned. “I’m Lewis, mayor of this town. I see you’ve met Shane and Jas already.”
“I have, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Y/N returned his friendly smile, shaking his outstretched hand with pleasure.
“Likewise. I suppose I should get you to your new house, hey?” Lewis chuckled, brown cap falling down his head slightly as he did so.
“I’d appreciate that,”
“Come on, Jas. We should let Lewis show this girl to her new house.” Shane gave Jas a small, almost unnoticeable, smile as they climbed back onto their feet. “Thank you,”
“They were nice,” Y/N commented as the two people from before left.
“They are. That’s Jas and Shane,” Lewis began speaking whilst leading Y/N towards her new home. “Jas is his goddaughter, very shy but talks a lot once she’s out of her shell. And Shane, well there’s more to him than meets the eye, but I’m sure you’ll figure that one out.”
The two of them walked in a comfortable chatter, occasionally being stopped by the townsfolk to either greet the new villager, or to say hi to Lewis who then introduced Y/N to them anyway. Everyone she had spoken to had seemed extremely kind, not having a single rude thing to say to either of them, some aweing at Luna who was now hidden inside the jacket, fast asleep from the long journey.
“Here we are!”
The house in front of her was small, but it was cute and big enough for herself and Luna. She knew that it only had a single bedroom, something that was to be expected considering her situation. The place seemed as though it had been deep cleaned recently, which was likely.
“It’s pretty, I like it.”
Lewis let out a soft hum, handing her the keys to her new place, “I’m glad! I’ll leave you to get settled in! You should try and meet some people tomorrow, everyone here is friendly; I’m sure you’ll get along well with them all.”
“Thank you, Lewis,”
“Anytime!”
*
The house was cosier than she had expected.
The fireplace was already lit, filling the entire place with warmth during the cold weather. In front of the fireplace stood a couch, placed just on top of a blush rug which Luna gladly hopped onto, curling up into a ball, enjoying the fires heat.
“Get some sleep, Luna.”
The kitchen was neatly laid out. Everything was pressed together whilst still maintaining the comfortable feeling of the house. It was clear that this place was cheap. She couldn’t complain, it was perfect for her; away from her old life, tiny yet comfortable, everything about this place screamed ‘perfect’.
The bedroom was larger than expected, a double bed seated in the middle of the room with a cabinet placed at the end of the frame. Other than that, the place was ready for her to make it her own.
Ditching her suitcase on top of the duvet, Y/N grabbed her shower supplies along with some night clothes and headed towards her new bathroom.
“Here’s to a new life,”
*
Early the following morning Y/N rose to the sounds of birds chirping.
Luna was laid asleep beside her, snuggling into the duvet alongside her owner who was doing the exact same. The unexpected noise didn’t startle her, it simply confused her. Having forgot where she was, Y/N was incredibly confused as to why birds were singing in a dull city.
“Wait,” her voice croaked. “We’re in Pelican Town.”
The sound of her owners’ voice seemed to wake Luna from her own slumber, tongue sticking out to lick the human before cuddling into her warmth, the duvet seemingly not as comfortable as her favourite person.
A silent giggle left Y/N’s lips at the kitten’s actions, hands raising from the cover to stroke the dark fur which Luna seemed to enjoy judging by the soft exhale that she let out, something that simply made Y/N continue her actions.
“Morning you little rascal,”
The two lay in bed for a few more moments, the clock soon hitting 7:00 which was when Y/N decided she should, most likely, get ready for the day having planned to go around town and meet some of the others that live here.
As though she sensed the sudden idea to get out of bed, Luna snuggled further into Y/N as silent plea not to leave just yet; to stay and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the creaky oak bed.
“I know you want me to stay, but I need to meet people,” a soft sigh escaped her lips as she spoke. “I promise I’ll bring back some treats, okay?”
The mention of treats alongside a promise seemed to be all the motivation that Luna needed to get up. Her small frame raised itself up from the warm sheets, dropping herself onto the floor with a soft thud, something that earned a giggle from the human.
“Come on, let me get ready then you can have some treats.”
*
“Be good for me, okay Luna?” Were her final words as Y/N left her new home, locking the door behind her.
The ground was layered with autumn-coloured leaves, the sound of them crunching beneath people’s feet being oddly satisfying to those hearing it. The wind blew threw Y/N’s Y/H/C locks, tossing them into her face which caused an annoyed from to coat her lips as she tugged the strands away, back to their original place.
In the distance, a large building could be seen with a sign that simply read ‘Pierres’ above it. Deciding to head there first in search of treats, Y/N took off with a newfound spring in her step. It wasn’t everyday you get to have a new start in a new town now, is it? A chance to be who she wants to be, without anyone saying otherwise; it was perfect.
“Welcome, you must be new here!” A polite man with glasses greeted from behind the counter. “I’m Pierre, owner of the shop. This is my daughter, Abigail,”
“Hey,”
“Please feel free to have a look for anything you need.” Pierre finished once Abigail had also greeted the newcomer, pointing around at various displays and their signs.
“Thank you,” Y/N gave them both a polite smile, immediately heading towards the pet aisle.
“What’re you looking for?” A soft voice startled her, pulling her away from her search for treats. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Abigail,” The purple-haired girl, now known as Abigail, introduced herself.
“I’m Y/N. I’m just looking for treats for my cat, Luna, I promised I’d bring her some back.” A blush crawled onto her cheeks, embarrassed at admitting how she talks to her cat as though she was a human, despite knowing many do it.
“I’m sure she’s sweet. The treats are just down here!” Abigail said with a smile, the two of them walking down towards the end of the aisle, determined to find Luna some treats. “I always wanted a cat, my dad would never let us though. Shame really.”
“Cats are great, they can be a pain sometimes though,”
“I’m sure they can.”
It wasn’t long until they finally found what they were searching for, Y/N quickly choosing a pack of treats she was sure Luna would like judging by the flavour; all the items in the store being homemade meant she couldn’t get anything that she would usually buy, not that she was complaining,
“If you ever want to come hang out, I’m usually around here somewhere,” with one final smile, Abigail was heading back to her previous place when Y/N had first entered the store.
After paying for her items, Y/N left with one final waves to Abigail.
*
One long walk later, Y/N somehow found herself seated inside the local saloon with her new friend Abigail who had looked for her, inviting her for a drink with herself and a few other of her friends which they were currently waiting for.
“So, Y/N/N,” the use of the nickname made the named blush. “What made you move to a town like this?”
The question made her freeze, drink still raised slightly to her lips; she was certain that the shock was evident on her face.
Having not had time to come up with a perfectly constructed lie, Y/N simply said the first thing to come to mind, “new start I guess.”
“Makes sense. A nice quiet place where nobody knows you, I wish I were able to do that,”
An internal sigh of relief formed inside Y/N’s mind, relieved to have gotten away with such a short and simple answer; it was something she wasn’t used to. In fact, being able to get away with anything was a miracle in itself.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to someday,”
“I have some good friend, but sometimes I want something new, you know?”
Y/N gave a simple nod, completely understanding what she meant.
The saloons comforting warmth floated throughout the room, the background noise being ignored as the two continued to chatter about anything and everything, Y/N blissfully unaware of the gaze of another drinker fixated on her and her friends.
*
A banging head was what Y/N awoke to the following morning, only made worse by the ringing of her alarm clock which she switched off, a disgruntled groan leaving her lips and she did so. The noise simply made the pain in her head worse, a sigh sounding from her once she realised this. The sun shining through the open window also added to the pain.
Luna meowed from beside her, placing her paw on her owner’s face in an attempt of waking her.
“Sorry,” she apologised to the cat. “Want feeding?”
Feet padding across the cold wooden floor, Y/N headed towards the kitchen, both to take some painkillers and to feed Luna.
A smile crawled across her face as Luna sat at her feet, desperate for her food. Chuckling once Luna darted for the food, Y/N decided to finally get some painkillers to ease the banging pain in her head.
The wooden cabinet stood high in the air, too high for the girl to reach.
“Are you kidding me?” She sighed, attempting to jump to the height of the shelf. “I just want some painkillers,”
It took a few minutes for her to finally give up, a sound of defeat echoing throughout the room. Unfortunately, there was only one chair currently and it was plastic, no way anybody could stand on it without it breaking in two. So there was only one option: give up and suffer, at least until she was able to get some.
“Maybe Pierre’s sells some,”
It was a simple decision, her only idea as a matter of fact, and so she decided to head to Pierre’s and hopefully she’d bump into Abigail.
*
The autumn air was chilly yet still retained some type of warmth within. The leaves were, once again, coating the ground with their coloured patterns, blowing away on an adventure throughout the town. Despite the temperature being colder than she would have perhaps liked, Y/N pressed on, desperately praying that the fresh air would provide, at least some, relief to her head.
“Morning, Y/N,” Abigail smiled upon seeing her enter, evidently not as hung over as she was or maybe she just had painkillers, who knows?
“Hi,”
“You look hung over,”
“I am,”
The two continued to talk whilst searching for something to ease the pain.
“I hate to say this, but I think you’ll have to try Joja Mart,” Abigail sighed. “It’s up the road, just past the blacksmiths, you can’t miss it.”
“Oh, thank you.” Y/N gave one last smile as she left, ready to continue her search for what she needed.
*
Joja Mart was just what she was expecting, bold and flashy; everything she hated. Perhaps the hate stemmed from working for companies similar to this, or maybe she had always hated bold and flashy things, perhaps a mixture of the two. Either way, she had no choice but to go inside and find her painkillers.
The inside of the building was just as bad. Spotless and bright with posters plastered all over the walls advertising their own business, despite the customers having been inside their shop already. It was strange to say the least.
Y/N wandered the aisles of the store, searching high and low for any sign of painkillers; sadly, there were none. At least, not until she reached a shelf in the middle of the store that seemed to hold painkillers. Unfortunately for her, somebody was blocking the shelf.
“Excuse me,” her voice was meek. “Could I get some painkillers please?” Despite her pain, Y/N still mustered up a smile for the man, hoping to ease the clear annoyance on his face.
Wordlessly, the worker grabbed a box for her and gave her it before turning his attention back to stacking the shelves.
“Thank you,”
*
Swallowing the pills with a sip of water, Y/N was looking forward to feeling better again.
It was always fun drinking with friends, but the aftermath was not so fun. Despite all this, it was still worth it, at least in her opinion. Spending time with Abigail, Sebastian and the others of their crew was enjoyable, and it was fun to finally be able to let go and be who she wanted to be, who she is, with other people around her. She had thoroughly enjoyed doing so.
It was nearing late afternoon, the sky darkening and the moon replacing the sun that once sat high in the sky. The masses of people around Pelican Town had faded, leaving only a few lone wanderers to explore the territory; quiet and beautiful.
Deciding to remain outside instead of heading home, Y/N wandered to a place she had found yesterday with her friends.
The bridge was long, holding itself above the water with various wooden pillars below the surface. The water itself was a calming blue, moving steadily down the river, moonlight reflecting from the waves.
A content smile crawled onto Y/N’s lips as she took a seat at the end of the bridge, placing her shoes that she had removed whilst walking here on the ground beside her whilst dipping her, now bare, feet into the warmth of the water.
Time passed, the only reason she knew this was having watched sky darken further until it was a deep shade of blue, bordering on black.
“Hey!” A woman’s voice sounded behind her. “You look like you could use a drink, I’m Pam, and this is Shane.”
Looking behind her revealed both a man and a woman.
The woman was shorter than the man, whom she recognised from when she arrived at the bus stop, with short curly hair and a slightly distorted facial expression which Y/N assumed was caused by alcohol.
Shane looked the same as he was her first day there, blue jacket and green t-shirt keeping him warm and the tiniest bit of stubble covering his chin. He seemed slightly unhappy to be here, even more so when Pam flopped down beside Y/N, dragging Shane with her as she offered them both a drink.
“No thank you,” she politely declined the drink that was held out to her.
“More for me then, kid,” Pam’s voice was slurred, the stench of alcohol leaving her open mouth as she spoke. “What brings you here anyway? I know you’re new around here,”
The same question Abigail asked yesterday, why did everyone seem so intrigued by her sudden appearance? Then again, it’s not like you get many new faces in this town from what she had both seen and heard.
Shane’s attention seemed to be caught by this question, ears wide open to hear her answer but gaze fixated on the bottle of beer in his hand.
“Uhm- “hesitation was evident in her tone, something that only piqued the man’s interest. “I needed a new start.” It wasn’t entirely a lie; a new start was desperately needed for her. “Personal stuff I suppose,” she giggled nervously, running her hand through the warm water.
“Sounds about right, hey Shane?”
Shane wordlessly nodded, raising his beer to his lips to take a sip.
The three of them sat in a comfortable silence, the occasional sound if wind blowing through and the clanking of beer hitting wood being the only sounds that could be heard between them. None of them knew how much time had passed, only that it was nearing midnight.
“I should probably get home; my cat will be hungry.” Y/N sighed, lifting her feet from the water and putting her shoes back on.
“Be a darling Shane and walk her home,” Pam smiled at him, chuckling as Shane rolled his eyes in annoyance yet no remarks left his lips, simply standing up alongside Y/N.
“Come on,” Shane muttered, walking down the bridge with Y/N following quickly behind.
The short walk back home was quiet, Shane ignoring her attempts at making conversation, disregarding them along with a rude comment. It’s not that he wanted to be rude to her, she seemed lovely, but he had to.
His behaviour was confusing to say the least, leaving Y/N worried that she had done something wrong. This thought was clearly written on her face, almost making Shane apologise to her, feeling bad for making her doubt herself but alas he didn’t.
“Uhm- thanks Shane,” despite his rude behaviour towards her, she still offered him a smile. “I appreciate it.” And with that, she headed inside her house.
“Yeah, no problem,” Shane whispered once the door had shut behind her.
*
A few weeks had passed, and Y/N was getting along with most of Pelican Towns residents, especially Abigail and Sebastian who she would definitely say are her best friends with Penny being a close second.
Much to her disappointment, Shane was still quite rude towards her which sucked considering that she found him pretty cute.
“He’s like that with everyone he doesn’t know,” Abigail told her. “Don’t take it personally.”
“I guess,”
Despite all this, she was starting to feel safe and at home here in this small town. It was a small step towards her desired future, but it was one that she was proud of. Baby steps.
It was a quiet Saturday morning, Y/N on a usual morning walk to pick up some food for both herself and Luna. This was a routine for her, one she was used to by now. Less than a month ago she had found herself stuck doing everything for her mother, and now everything she did was for herself and her cat, just the way she liked it.
“Morning, Shane,” Y/N gave the dark-haired man a soft smile, watching as he directed his gaze towards the ground.
“Will you just leave me alone,” he snapped, not enjoying the way her smile dropped slightly before swiftly changing back into a bigger one.
“Sure,”
Shane watched with slight guilt as the girl walked away from him, desperately trying not to let his words get to her.
He knew she was nice. She had helped Jas and Marnie quite a bit in her first few weeks here, but he couldn’t let her get close to him. He didn’t want to ruin her innocence and kindness with his harsh and troubled personality, no matter how much he wanted to talk to her.
He couldn’t apologise.
*
More time passed and Shane found himself missing his, albeit small, interactions with Y/N. Instead of wishing him a good morning, she simply ignored him, staying true to her agreement of leaving him alone.
He would watch out for her of course, silently praying that she would say something, anything, to him so that he could politely reply to her. Nothing was said, not to him at least.
The small smiles and touches she shared with Sebastian at the Saloon irked him for some unknown reason. Shane hated the way Sebastian’s hand brushed hers as he handed her the drink that he had just bought her. The mere sight of Y/N and Sebastian together was enough to ruin Shane’s mood for the rest of the day, especially when they were alone together. It was clear Sebastian liked her as more than a friend, but the question was, why did Shane care so much?
*
The dark nights sky hung high above Y/N, the moon shining brightly alongside it to provide at least some light to anyone who may be out this late. It was a relatively clear night, not many stars littering the sky.
She had skipped meeting up with Abigail and Sebastian to instead sit alone, dipping her feet into the water much like she had done a few weeks before.
She was too deep in her thoughts, that she missed the sound of somebody walking down to sit beside her. It wasn’t until they were sat next to her, that she realised.
“Y/N,” they said.
“I thought you didn’t want me to talk to you, Shane.”
Her words made Shane wince. Despite the words seeming harsh, there was no harshness in her voice.
He hesitated for a moment, before doing what needs to be done.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that to you, you were only being kind. There was no reason for me to be so rude, so I apologise.” His own words made him feel uncomfortable, not used to apologising like this.
“It’s okay, I get it. You’re scared of getting close to people, so you push them away,”
Shanes eyes widened at how accurate her deduction on him was; he didn’t know what to say in response.
“I-“
“You don’t have to say anything, Shane. It’s fine, I forgive you.”
Sincerity laced her tone, words being completely truthful. He didn’t know what to do, so instead he watched her. Her gaze was fixated on the night sky, feet gliding through the clear blue water. She looked truly beautiful.
That’s when it clicked inside his head: he likes her.
“I should get going, it’s late.”
Shane watched as she lifted herself up onto her feet, picking up her shoes soon after.
“Wait,” he called when she began to leave. “Let me walk you home?”
*
And that was how their friendship began.
The pair would greet each other each morning, meeting up in the morning to walk together, Shane going to work and Y/N going for her daily walk. In fact, that’s where they were now.
“It’s a bit chilly, isn’t it?” Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around her bare arms in a vain attempt to avoid the cold winter air.
Shane glanced at her cold frame, shaking his head slightly. “Should’ve worn some clothes then, shouldn’t you?” His words were clearly a joke whilst he laughed, slipping off the blue jacket covering his own arms, gently placing it around her.
The jacket itself was too big for her. The sleeves fell below her hands and the body buried her body; it was comfy.
“T-thanks,” Y/N smiled, praying that the cold weather had made her cheeks red, hiding the blush that had just formed.
“Don’t mention it,” Shane was praying the exact same thing. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket anyway?”
“I uhm-“unsure as to what to say, Y/N glanced down at the ground, silence filling the air whilst she fiddled with the sleeves on Shane’s jacket.
“Hey, what’s up?” Shane halted his movement, noticing that Y/N had done the exact same.
Nervously, he walked towards her until he was stood in front of her. She remained still. Shaking his head slightly, Shane raised his hand to her chin, tilting her head to face him. “What is it?”
“I’m not supposed to wear them in winter,” her words were rushed as she immediately tried to turn away from his concerned gaze, but to no avail.
“Why?”
“M-my mum told me not to,”
Shane’s eyes widened at her words, finger unconsciously running across her red cheeks. He had no idea what to say to her, no idea how to comfort her; it was clear that she was getting upset. So he did the only thing he could think of and enveloped her in a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head, enjoying the way her arms wrapped around his body whilst her head rested against his chest. His hand moved from her back to her hair, wordlessly stroking to hopefully provide some comfort.
Neither of them knew how long they stayed there, both just enjoying the others touch.
“You should get to work,” Y/N said, pulling away from his embrace. “You’re probably already late.”
“Being late is worth it as long as you’re okay,”
*
“Hey, Y/N/N!” Sebastian yelled as he saw Y/N outside Pierre’s, looking at the calendar.
“Hey, Seb,” she smiled sweetly towards the man who gladly returned it. “How’s it going?”
“It’s going,” he chuckled. “Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you something!” Despite his attempts at seemingly calm, it was clear that he was nervous.
“Oh? What’s up?”
“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go on a date? … With me…”
Surprise covered Y/N’s face, unsure as to how to react.
Sure, he was nice, but she didn’t like him, not like that.
“I, uh-“her sentence was cut short by another man behind her, someone who had clearly heard the question.
“Let’s go, Y/N,”
“Shane?”
Y/N felt Shane’s hand grasp her arm, the gentleness of the grip contrasting the dark look on his face.
“I-okay?”
And with that, the pair left a confused Sebastian behind.
“Shane, are you okay?” Y/N asked once the two were alone. “You’re kind of scaring me,” her hand reached out to Shane, resting itself on his arm.
“Do you like him?” His voice was merely a whisper, gazing at the ground as though he was too afraid to look at her.
“Well yeah, he’s my friend so of course I like him,”
“No, do you like him?”
“Shane? No, I don’t. I like y-“ Y/N’s eyes widened at her words, realising that she had almost confessed to her crush without thinking. “No, I don’t like Sebastian.”
Shane’s eyes glanced towards her, noticing her blushing cheeks.
She was still wearing his jacket; he could feel the sleeve on his bare arm as he melted into her touch. She looked adorable.
“Good,” Shane sighed, stepping closer to Y/N who was simply confused. “Because then we might have a problem,” his hand rested itself on her blushing cheek which darkened further at the contact.
“What do you mean?” It was her time to avoid looking at him, hoping that the blush wouldn’t get any worse. “I mean, it’s not like we’re anything, so why would we have a problem?”
“Because I like you,”
Y/N’s eyes widened at his confession, gaze darting up to the taller man. “You what?”
“I like you, okay? I have for a while now. If you don’t feel the same, just say and I won’t bother you again.”
Y/N stared wordlessly, unsure of what to say to him.
“Got it, I’ll leave you alone,” Shane’s hand dropped from her cheek to his side, slowly walking away.
“Shane,” she called out to him, only to be ignored. “Shane!” This time she ran towards him, taking hold of his hand to spin him around, lifting herself up to his height to connect their lips.
Her spare hand reached up to his neck, pulling him down to her. The faint taste of beer could be tasted on his chapped lips. Shane’s own hand moved to her cheek, melting into the kiss.
“I like you too,” she whispered against his lips once they pulled away.
Shane simply kissed her again.
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A Change of Weather - Stardew Valley Sebastian
Title: A Change of Weather
Pairing: Stardew Valley Sebastian x Reader
Summary: Farmer Y/n has a crush on Sebastian and she’s ready to tell him how she feels with a bouquet. But things don’t go as planned thanks to Sam and his big mouth.
Word Count: 4.7k’
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“She’s so perfect, Sam. Like the way she laughs and the way she makes me feel appreciated. I never thought I would feel this way about someone but wow, here I am!” Sebastian and Sam were standing by the river in front of Sam’s house and Sebastian was smoking while he talked about the woman he liked.
Sam smiled at the happiness Sebastian exuded when talking about this ‘mystery woman’. He knew it was Abigail, but he knew Sebastian wasn’t about to admit it.
“Well Seb, you should ask her out. That way she knows how you feel, and I guarantee she feels the same!” Sam had seen the signs with Abi, so he was sure she felt the same.
Sebastian smiled when he thought about her. He never saw himself falling for a farmer, but she wasn’t always a farmer. When she moved to Pelican Town, he hadn’t been all that keen on becoming friends with her, but she was persistent. So he finally cracked, and they became friends.
“I think I might.” Tomorrow was probably the best day because they were all meeting for a pizza night at Sam’s.
“Good, you deserve to be happy and from what I can see, she likes you too!” Sam clapped a hand onto his friends shoulder.
Sebastians eyes widened. “You know who it is?”
“Of course. You two are so oblivious to think no one else can see it. It’s so cute!” All the while, Sam was under the impression it was Abigail he was talking about, he didn’t suspect it to be the farmer.
“Wow, okay. Well I’m going to do it then.” It wasn’t easy for Sebastian to feel confidence because living in a house with Demetrius for 15 years, sure did a number on him.
“Good! She’s going to love it! If you can find some Amethyst, she will love that!”
“Oh yeah! That’s perfect. I think Maru has some extra amethyst she used for an experiment. She won’t miss it.”
“Great! Oh good luck, man. Although you don’t need it, she will say yes in a heartbeat.” Sam watched as his beat friend snuffed out the cigarette butt with some water.
“This will be good.” He said as he discarded the cigarette into the trash.
“It will!”
****
You felt a bit nervous as you prepared for a pizza night at Sam’s. A flower bouquet sat on the dresser taunting you. The mere thought of giving the bouquet to the desired target made you nervous.
Eight months ago, when you moved to Pelican Town, you met Sebastian the second day here. You had immediately been drawn to him. His darkness appealed to you. It had taken time for him to open up to you but when he did, things really bloomed.
“Tonight is the night we ask him out.” You said as you studied your reflection. A small bark came from Cal, your German Shepard. “Don’t worry, I’m not replacing you, bud.” He whined in reply. “Yes, we can trust Sebastian.” His reply was a positive one.
In the time you had know him, Sebastian was so good at hiding his real emotions from you. But at this point, you felt like there was something more flourishing between the two of you. You were ready to ask him if he actually wanted to explore it. You were nervous but you were also really excited.
Once you were sure you looked good enough, you put the fresh bouquet into your backpack and pet Cal on your way out. Tonight was the night you admitted your feelings to Sebastian. Hopefully, he felt the same, and things would work out for you two.
Of course, you were early to Sam’s house. His parents and his little brother were away in the city for the weekend, so he had the house completely to himself.
“Y/n! You’re here!” Sam pulled you into a warm hug as you entered the house. “You’re the first.”
You giggled. “Of course I am. Well that’s okay. I can help you set up.” You stated as you set the bag gently on the ground by the door.
“Thank you, you’re so sweet. I have mostly everything ready, I am just waiting for the pizza, which Penny said she would pick up on her way over. She will be leaving soon, once she makes sure Pam doesn’t go out to the Saloon again.” Sam said it but you both knew Pam would still go to the Saloon no matter what. She poured all her problems into alcohol and everyone knew it.
“Nice. I guess Sebastian and Abigail will be coming shortly?” Your eyes lit up when you said Sebastian, but Sam didn’t catch it.
“Oh yes. Sebastian is finally going to tell her he likes her. Finally after all this time, he’s going to admit it to her. It’s going to be adorable.” He blabbered and your heart skipped a beat.
“Wait. Sebastian likes Abigail?” You were trying your best not to let the hurt seep through.
Sam smiled. “Of course he does. They are perfect for each other. He was just telling me how much he liked her two days ago. He was going on and on about how perfect she is for him and how she makes him feel appreciated. It was so cute.”
Inside, you felt your heart cracking. Your chest suddenly felt tight when you thought about it. It truly felt like you were going to crack into several pieces right there. Of course Sebastian likes Abigail. Why wouldn’t he? They have known each other for years and she really was perfect for him. How could you have ever thought anything would happen between the two of you?
“Hey, are you okay? You look pale.”
“Um, yeah. I am okay.” You tried to even your breathing, but it was getting harder by the second.
Sam’s phone buzzed in his hand. “Oh Sebastian is almost here. He’s bringing some beer.”
You tuned out what Sam was saying as your brain tried to understand what was happening. “Actually, I’m going to head home. I suddenly don’t feel particularly good. I think I worked to hard in the sun today.”
His eyes looked up at you and he frowned. “Oh no. We told you that you were working to hard. Do you want me to walk you home?”
“No, I will be okay. Enjoy the night.” You were quick to grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “Bye Sam.” With that, you rushed out the door, eager to get away from anyone who you didn’t want to see you break down. You rushed off towards Marnie’s farm, to access your farm through the dirt path there.
By the time you were covered by the dark, you felt the wet tears flowing down your face. ‘Stupid. I am so stupid for thinking I even had a chance. Sebastian would never see me that.’ You berated yourself as you walked. You made it to your farm and walked through the thick trees you had yet to clear from the land. Once you were walking up the steps to the farmhouse, you felt completely defeated.
Cal was at your feet the second you unlocked the door. He could tell you were upset, and he didn’t like it. “It’s okay Cal, I just got my hopes up for nothing.”
You set the backpack on the small dining table and opened it, removing the bouquet and throwing it into the sink. You would dispose of it tomorrow. Next you opened the chest where you kept your swords, you decided that instead of sitting at home and crying, you would go to the mines and cry.
“I’ll be okay, Cal. I just need to get my frustrations out at the mines. I will be back in a few hours.” You pet his head and he panted in complete love at the attention you gave him. “I love you, buddy.” You leaned down and kissed his nose. Then you fastened the sword to your back and filled your backpack with a water bottle and some snacks. Your pickaxe hung from the backpack.
The walk to the mines was quick and by the time you reached the elevator, it was 9:00. You would have several hours to explore tonight before you had to be home. You were still pretty emotional, but the crying had stopped on the walk over. Entering the elevator, you went down to level 70. You had been working hard in the mines but hadn’t reached the bottom of the mines yet.
Just last week, you first encountered the skeletons. They took you off guard when you first saw them, but you quickly learned the best way to defeat them. You stepped out on level 70, taking out your pickaxe to begin the plight of smashing rocks and fighting odd creatures that dwelled in the mine.
****
Sebastian was feeling happy when he walked into Sam’s house, because he was so excited to talk to Y/n and admit his feelings. He was finally ready to take the next step and he hoped you were ready too. He was quite sure you were, but he was still nervous.
“Sebastian, good to see you. Thanks for the beer, you bought the good stuff.” Sam said while taking the case of beer from his best friend.
“You know I only provide the best for my friends.”
“Oh I do. We are grateful for it. Like really grateful. I think Abigail said she was able to score some weed when she was in the city last weekend with her dad. So more fun.” He set the beer on the coffee table.
“Really? Than this is a full out party, huh?”
“You bet. I mean we do have some celebrating to do, when you tell your girl you like her. So we have plenty of options.”
“We sure do. Oh I am nervous.” Sebastian said.
Sam turned to him. “Yo man, you have nothing to be nervous about. I already told you that she for sure likes you. Just calm down and let the night happen.”
“Okay, I will try.”
The door opened and in walked Penny followed by Abigail. “Look who I ran in to on the way over.” Abi said taking a pizza box from Penny.
“Perfect, I am dying for some pizza.” Sam then promptly took the box from Abi and opened it, grabbing a slice immediately.
“Oh Seb, you got the best beer! Yes, I always knew I could trust you.” Abigail hugged Sebastian and he hugged her back. Sam was watching the two of them with a strange smile on his face. Penny nudged his side and made him stop.
“You can trust him alright. Now did you bring the weed?” Sam motioned to Abi’s bag.
“I sure did. Let’s have some fun.” She opened the bag and dropped a pretty substantial amount of weed on the table. Penny looked away in embarrassment, not liking the idea of drinking and doing drugs but she came for Sam.
Abi set up the weed, while Sam passed a beer to everyone and opened the pizza boxes. Sebastian kept glancing to the door, waiting for you to come in but the later it got, he started to realize something wasn’t right.
“Dude, you haven’t touched your pizza. Why is that?” Sam was the first to notice how distant he was, and he wasn’t going to let him mope and ruin their night.
“I uh, have a lot on my mind.”
He suddenly looked like he understood. “Oh, then maybe you and Abi should go for a walk and talk. It’s the perfect time.”
Sebastian cocked his head. “Perfect time for what?”
“Dude, you know what I’m talking about. Do it now and you will feel better.”
“Do what?” Then it hit him. Sam was under the impression that the woman he had been talking about was Abigail. Suddenly it made all the sense in the world. “Sam you have it all wrong.” Now Sebastian needed to know where Y/n was. “Why is Y/n still not here?”
Sam laughed. “She overworked herself. Seriously, you are so thick headed. Abigail, Sebastian likes you and wants to be with you.”
Sebastian groaned and buried his head into his hands, while Abigail scowled at Sam. She knew about Sebastian liking the farmer, because she got it out of him a few months back. So of course she knew this wasn’t true. But also, Sebastian was the only one who knew Abigail fully, so of course Sam was putting the two of them together.
“Sam, you’re an idiot.” Abigail growled.
“What? Why?”
“Sebastian doesn’t like me you, dumbass. Not at all.”
“How? You’re the only girl I ever see him with. Wait, shit. Y/n. Fuck, you were talking about Y/n?” Sam slapped his forehead in complete frustration.
“Yes I was, Sam. Abigail and I are friends. You really thought I was talking about her?” Sebastian felt mad but he also needed to clear this up.
“Yes, I mean how could I not. You two are like the exact same!”
Penny was covering her mouth as she watched the exchange.
“Sam, fuck, I’m not straight. I didn’t tell you because I know you have a huge mouth that you can’t ever shut but Sebastian knows. So of course him and I would never work. We’re more like siblings than anything else.” Abi explained while Sam’s eyes went wide.
“Oh. I’m sorry Abigail. I didn’t mean to push. Shit, I am the biggest idiot.”
“You are.” Abi’s teeth were clenched.
“No, I am much worse. Y/n was here.” He clarified.
Sebastian looked up at the blonde. “Wait, she was actually here?”
Sam nodded solemnly. “She was and she was so happy until I said Sebastian was going to ask Abigail out. She went pale and she left quickly after that.”
“You really are a fucking idiot, Sam. She likes Sebastian and you just broke her heart by telling her he liked me. What the hell!” Abigail was pissed, because she didn’t want Y/n to hate her, and she also didn’t want Y/n to believe what Sam had said.
“Look, I’m sorry. How was I supposed to know. Sebastian never said a name and I didn’t think he was talking about her. You made the most sense in this situation.” He tried to defend himself, but Abi was already marching over to punch him. Sebastian grabbed her before she could.
“No, let’s not punch him. Just let him feel guilty. I’m going to go see if I can talk to her right now. Let’s hope she listens to me and that you haven’t completely messed it up for me.” Sebastian glared at Sam before he quickly left the house. He took the path beside Sam’s house, that led up to the stone walkway that would lead right to your farm. He was practically running.
When he arrived, he saw all of the lights out and cursed to himself. He knocked on the door but heard nothing. He knocked some more, before he decided to go to the back and see if you were home. His fear was confirmed when he saw nothing in the moonlight that spilled into your bedroom. You were not home.
He pulled his phone out and dialed your number. His heart dropped when he heard it ringing from inside. You left without your phone. He took a seat on the steps before a large German Shepard came from the fields and bounded up to him, whining for attention.
“Cal, where did she go?” Then he laughed at himself when he realized the dog wouldn’t be able to respond to him. Cal just rubbed his head against Sebastian leg before laying next to him on the porch. His only option was to sit and wait for you to come home from wherever you were. Given it was nearly 11 at night, so he knew you would be back soon enough.
****
It was a horrible idea to go to the mines when you were upset. Your focus was so off, and you made it easy for the mine creatures to attack you.
A skeleton quickly threw you back into the stone walls almost as soon as you entered the mine, the force had knocked the wind from you.
Later, a blue gray slime attacked, using it’s stun on you. Normally slimes were easy but this one was double the size of a normal slime. It took a lot to fend off the slime.
Then when you finally reached level 75, a cauldron of bats attacked, knocking your sword from your hands. You used the pickaxe to swat them away while you went for the sword. But several slammed into your head, digging their claws in. This caused a big gash below your left eye and another above your right eye near your hairline.
You called it a night after that and booked it to the elevator. Once you reached the surface, the weight of the events in the mine hit you head on as you felt the pain throughout your body.
It felt like the longest walk ever, going back to the farmhouse but you let out a breath when you saw it come into view. But your heart stopped when you saw a tall figure lying on your porch with your dog snuggled beside them.
You drew your sword and silently moved closer to them, not letting your guard down. They glanced up to see you and jumped up in complete surprise.
“Whoa Y/n, don’t stab me! It’s Sebastian!” He held his hands up in surrender.
You quickly dropped the sword to the ground. “What the hell are you doing here, it’s almost 1 am!” Cal jumped up and bounded over to you, happy you were home.
“Can we uh, talk inside?” He asked looking around in the darkness.
“Yeah.” You picked up the sword and ascended the steps before unlocking the door and flicking the lights on. Sebastian was behind you.
He shut the door behind you as you dropped the sword by the door to deal with later. “How long were you waiting?” You asked.
“Since 11.” His eyes went wide when he saw the cuts on your face. “What the hell happened?”
“Oh uh, the monsters won tonight.” Despite trying to play it off, you were thoroughly unsettled by how the night went. “Also, you waited outside for two hours?”
“I did. I really have to talk to you, but I need to clean up those injuries, they look bad.”
“It looks worse than it is.” This was a clear lie.
“No Y/n, baby, don’t do that. It’s okay to admit you’re not okay.” His voice was soft and calming now.
This was all it took before the tears were rushing out and you felt like collapsing to the floor. Sebastian saw this and caught you before you could fall. He picked you up and carried you toward the bedroom and bathroom. He sat you in the armchair by the bathroom door.
“Let me grab the first aide kit and a warm towel. I will clean you up and bandage what I can.” He said and you nodded before wiping the tears from your eyes. Sebastian was being so sweet to you.
He returned with the towel in hand. He bent down in front of you and started to gingerly clean up the cuts, you winced but let him do it. Once they were clean, he started bandage the ones on your face.
“Those monsters really got you, damn.” He whispered as he studied your face.
“Just a little.” You joked.
Sebastian stood up to put the towel in the hamper and the first aide kit back in the bathroom. “Just a little she says as I can literally see bruises forming all over her body.”
He was right. The soreness was becoming more apparent as the minutes ticked by. “Okay, so I fucked up.”
Seb shook his head. “No, you did not fuck up. I am going to blame Sam for this.”
You cocked your head. “Huh, why is Sam to blame for me going to the mines?”
“Because he told you I liked Abigail.” He said simply.
The ill feelings returned. “Oh that is nothing. I hope it went well for you two.”
“Well I don’t like her the way Sam assumed and she’s not into men, so that would not work.” He explained while helping you up from the chair. “Let’s get some comfortable clothes for you.”
You nodded. “Wait, so Sam was wrong about you liking her?”
“Completely wrong. She’s always strictly been a sister to me but for some reason Sam thought we were more.” Sebastian clenched his fists when he thought about it.
“Okay, then who was the girl you were talking about?” You had managed to find some pj’s in the dresser while Sebastian stayed next to you, to make sure you didn’t fall or get hurt again.
“Y/n, isn’t it obvious?”
“No.”
“Surely you know I like you, a lot. In fact, I was going to ask you out at Sam’s. Before he decided to open his mouth and make assumptions.”
“You were going to ask me out?” Those were the words that had stuck out to you.
“Yes, I was and I still am. Y/n, will you be my girlfriend? You’re the only woman whose ever made me feel so appreciate.” His words were so soft.
“Follow me.” You said taking his hand and leading him toward the kitchen. He looked confused until you picked up the bouquet from the sink. “I was going to ask you out as well. Someone told me that giving the one you like a bouquet was the best way to ask them out.”
Sebastian smiled and took the bouquet. “I accept.” He then pulled you close and sealed it all with a kiss. One that took your breath away.
“So this means I get to call you my boyfriend, right?” You had a smile on your face as you asked.
He looked just as happy. “Yes it does. I am completely yours baby.” Once again his lips found yours in a deep kiss that made you feel as though you were floating in the clouds.
“Can you stay the night?” You asked softly, not wanting him to leave just yet. Not so soon after admitting your feelings for each other.
“Of course I can. Someone has to be here to make sure you’re okay in the morning.” He teased.
“I will be fine.” But you actually weren’t so sure.
Sebastian took your hand in his and led you back to the bedroom. “I think you’re going to be very sore tomorrow.” He stated.
“You’re right. I will.” You grabbed the pj’s off the dresser. “Here I have some pj pants that will fit you.” You grabbed them and handed them to him.
“Thank you.”
“Always, boyfriend.” Seb’s cheeks went pink and it was the cutest thing.
“My girlfriend is so beautiful.” He said as you walked to the bathroom. You turned to give him a wink before disappearing into the small room.
**
You and Sebastian were curled up together on your bed, just listening to each other’s heartbeats. It was an extremely calming activity that you never knew you needed. It felt like this alone could heal you.
At some point, you both drifted off to sleep in each others arms. It was the sweetest thing. You felt that you had the best sleep in a long tome with Sebastian pressed up next to you.
When morning came, you heard the calming sound of rain hitting the roof. You lived for rainy days because it meant you didn’t have to spend a lot of time watering the crops. Today that would be useful because you were so sore after yesterday.
“How are you feeling today, baby?” Sebastian’s soft morning voice asked, while pushing some hair from your face.
You turned to look at him and smiled at how adorable he was. But his hair was wet. “You were right last night, I am very sore. Why is your hair wet?”
“I went out to feed the animals. I also made sure the crops were good. Cal assisted me and well, he got more water than I did.” Seb laughed and it made you feel blissfully happy.
“You fed my animals? That’s so sweet. Thank you, Sebby.” You leaned up to kiss him, but he met you halfway, so you wouldn’t have to do too much work.
“It was the least I could do. I will happily help you whenever you need it.”
“I’m so lucky to have you.” You honestly didn’t know how you got lucky enough to meet Sebastian, but you could probably thank your grandfather.
Sebastian looked as happy as you felt. “It’s the same for me.” He then buried his face into your neck, just holding you and enjoying the moment. This was how you spent the rest of the day. Cuddled up into each other, in bed.
**
A week later, you had healed enough to be okay with leaving the house. Sebastian wanted you to come to the Friday night saloon ritual, because he wanted to show you off and he also wanted to make Sam apologize for being a dumbass.
“You look beautiful.” Sebastian said as you locked the farmhouse doors.
You smiled and looked at your boyfriend. “You look pretty good yourself.”
“Pretty good, huh?” He quipped.
“Alright, you look so good to me.” You cracked a smile as he pulled you in for a kiss.
“Are you ready for this, because going to the saloon together means everyone will know we’re together.” He said as you both walked into town.
“I’m ready Sebastian. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I like you and I’m extremely happy to call you mine.” You squeezed his hand as you said this.
“I’m also incredibly happy to call you mine. Let’s do this.” He looked happy about this.
The two of you walked up the path that led to the saloon. In no time, you reached the place and were walking up the stairs hand in hand. As you entered the saloon, you felt like everyone was watching you.
Robin was the first to notice and actually say something. “Sebby, does this mean what I think it does?” She asked as you both stopped in front of her and Demetrius.
“Yes, meet my girlfriend, Y/n.” Robin was ecstatic. She pulled you both into a hug. Demetrius just stood silently watching the two of you.
“What do you see in him, Y/n. He does nothing but play video games in his room all day.” Demetrius sneered.
Your blood boiled. “You clearly don’t know Sebastian at all. He has a job and that’s what he does in his room. I like him a lot and I will defend him. So if you have nothing nice to say about him or us, I suggest you leave it alone.” It was a wonder how you didn’t scream this.
Sebastian felt like he was falling deeper for you, after seeing you stand up for him like that. You had started to lead him away from there when he stopped you and kissed you right there, in front of everyone.
The two of you entered the arcade room together. Abigail and Sam were already there.
“Look, oh my god! It’s official!” Abigail cheered as Sam looked up from the Joja vending machine.
He looked toward us sheepishly, still feeling angry at himself for what happened last week. “Hi guys. I am glad to see things worked out.” He said to them.
“Yeah, no thanks to you.” Sebastian teased.
“I know. I’m sorry, I am the biggest idiot.”
You shook your head. “Hey Sam, please don’t blame yourself. It happened and we recovered. Let’s move on and forget the bad?”
“Sure, I can do that.” Sam seem relieved to know you weren’t mad at him.
“Damn, I knew there was a reason why I liked you.” Sebastian whispered into your ear, making you smile. Everything felt right and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
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Isn't there something you're waiting for?
/ Sebastian x Reader: After arriving in stardew valley the farmer has a bit of trouble making friends, but always catches a glimpse of a certain boy. Within the first year the farmer has already set their eyes on Sebastian. /
//this is my first time writing stardew fanfic, and first time writing fanfic in so long, but enjoy !!//
Losing a loved one is always difficult, and losing your grandfather was painful enough. Taking on a farm and changing your life forever? That's more than enough stress. You weren't exactly excited to go to Pelican Town, tucked away in forests and small-town personalities, but fate had a funny way of making a light of things.
Soon enough Pelican Town was home, within a year, after embarrassing asks to dance, late nights in the saloon, early mornings to care for crops, and more, things were finally coming together. You felt like grandpa was smiling down on you, proud of your modest work. But Pelican Town offered more, it offered opportunity beyond what you ever would have guessed.
It offered him.
It was more often than not that you made fun of him, smiling and winking to taunt the quiet boy. Sebastian.
It was one morning in the early days of arriving, running to Robin, in desperate need for supplies when you caught the brooding boy making his way upstairs. You smiled and waved but just received a nod back, before leaving you went to introduce yourself.
"so you're the new farmer? I'm surprised you're still here." He said, quiet aloof and distant.
"I can't give up now, plus I obviously needed to meet you." Surprisingly enough your simple statement made him blush, but is was over soon enough. You were jaunting back to your cottage to continue your day.
That was the first time you ever met him, and it definitely was not the last time. You'd often catch him hanging out with Sam, by the river, on his way home, and always chatted.
"I wish I had a window, the basement is just so depressing," he'd commented about this before, but you'd always listen to him, no matter what he had to say.
"of courses it's no good to be six feet under when you're still breathing," you laughed at your own joke, hand on your stomach and all, only to see his blank face, "what, not funny enough?"
"at least you're original."
Just simple conversations like this made your day, seeing him was enough to make you smile. And taunting him with winks, blowing kisses just to see him get flustered was exciting.
But nothing was better than seeing him perform with Abigail and Sam. When they invited you to watch them, you were nervous, worried that they'd grow tired of you if they kept bringing you everywhere. But you couldn't say no.
And you're happy you went, their performance was spectacular, every part of it.
Except for when Sam gave you a shout out for helping them choose their very own genre.
But it was the end that really struck, or rather afterword.
"oh my god y/n !" You have never heard sebastian raise his voice, but turning and seeing the bright smile on his face made your heart skip a beat.
And it skipped again when he pulled you into the tightest hug.
You were shocked.
"what're you even doing?" You were lost, completely confused, absolutely daft.
"I'm so glad you came, that you support us, that you support me. It just finally feels like someone, actually listens." He still didn't let go of you, he held you even closer.
You finally hugged back, inhaling his scent, his feeling, everything.
"of course I listen, I could listen to you forever." He pulled away, staring at you, a ghost of a smile on his face.
"y/n, thank you, for everything, for coming here, for bothering with us." And he laughed a little, you didn't think you'd hear it, but it rang like a bell.
You couldn't say anything, you didn't want to ruin this moment, take him away from his high.
"maybe this will be our chance to get somewhere, maybe stick around in the city, who knows." Right.
Sebastian craved for the city.
He was always looking for it.
The moment dwindled for you, losing the spark of intimacy and admiration. Sebastian had a road ahead of him, he wasn't going to ignore it.
"I'm sure you'll be able to go anywhere you want." And you smiled, basking in the moment as it began to die out. You weren't going to take this from him.
You loved Pelican Town. You were living for it now, for your farm, for your own fate.
The trip home was strange, the bus ride, sitting next to Sebastian. You wanted to tell him, hoped for him to stay with you, that Pelican Town was worth it-
"Maybe I can take you for a ride?"
"huh?"
"On the motorcycle, I'm still working on it, we can ride through the desert together." He smiled again, gentle and casual, sweet. And your face was tinted red, oh sebastian, you don't even know how much I adore you.
-
Days passed after that, rainy days, quiet days. The farm was flourishing, you were happy to get some relaxation in.
It was a specific rainy afternoon when you wandered down to the beach and saw Sebastian, standing at the end of the dock.
His umbrella matched his hair, and the rest of his outfit, he almost blended in with the dark watery surroundings.
"what are you doing out here?" He seemed a bit surprised, nearly losing his footing on the slipper wood, you laughed at his clumsiness.
"oh, y/n, you scared me. I'm just enjoy the rain, it's just dismal, it's awfully calming actually." Sebastian smiled and nodded his head at your gesturing for you to join him under his umbrella.
You were nervous to get so close, but of course you did, standing a bit out from under the covering.
"I've been hoping to see you, there's something I've been thinking about." Your heart was racing at these words, scared of what could come next. Your head filled with the best and worst possible outcomes.
You were brought out of it when your shoulder brushed against his, he was getting closer and closer, "you're going to freeze, come here."
And so you did, shifting closer and closer to him.
"what is it you've been thinking about?" You asked, hoping to move on from your lack of personal space, not that you had a problem.
"well, it's Pelican Town. I've been thinking a lot about how much I like this town, how much I appreciate the small environment. It's nice, secure, friendly. I'm just trying to run away, as if that will make anything better. I'm trying to run home, but I'm just running away from it," he stopped and looked at you, a somber smile on his face, "I'm running away from you."
Your heart stopped, you looked like a fish out of water standing there. But he just laughed and looked away.
" y/n, when we hug, or even when I see you, I'm home. I'm warm and safe, cared for, and hopefully- loved." There was silence, just rain hitting the gentle waves, seagulls squawking, " I sound like such an idiot. I'm sorry."
"I love you."
"what-"
"I love you, and your stupid hair, and your clothes, your eyes, your stupid smile, everything about you. I love you and your hopes and dreams, your music, your games, everything you do. I adore you-"
And he kissed you. It was brash and off centered, and you nearly took a dive off of the dock.
But he kissed you.
He tasted like cigarettes, but he also felt like home.
"but what about the city, what about getting away from here? Isn't there something you're waiting for?" You were flushed, but afraid. You didn't want to lose him after you finally got your chance.
"I've been waiting for you. There is something bigger than Pelican Town, something bigger than any city. There's you."
The rain felt like it stopped.
It was just you and sebastian under a black umbrella, smiling like idiots.
There will always be something, but there will never be something even close to you.
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Not So New Afterall (Sdv Sebastian x F!reader)
Little A/n: So, hi! I’m new to Tumblr, and I would like to present a little fanfic to all the wonderful readers out there! So here, I would like to share a little Stardew Valley Sebastian x F!reader! I will post by chapters, so keep it in mind!
CHAPTER ONE
“Sebastian!” called a certain purple haired girl as she marched into the dark room. More like a basement, one would call.
The said male was currently typing away on his computer, barely sparing a glance to Abigail. “What do you want, Abby?” he droned monotonously, the sound of clicking getting somewhat slower.
She took this as a sign that he was indeed listening, “Did you hear? There’s a new farmer moving in! Apparently, she’s taking over that overgrown farm we used to explore!” Abigail huffed a little, her arms over her chest.
“Oh really?” Sebastian said blankly, clicking his mouse repeatedly. “You mean, the one you used to explore. Then, your mom would scold you because you messed up your clothes?” Sebastian teased, a slight smirk making its way on his face as his dark-bagged eyes looking tiredly over to Abby who was red in the face.
“Oh, shut up!”
Sebastian chuckled. “So, have you met this farmer yet? What’s he like?” he asked, his eyes making their way to the clock. ‘Two pm, huh?’
“It’s a she, mind you,” Abigail huffed once more, “But, yeah, I’ve seen her,” she said. “Kinda...my size, y’know? And she’s got this...unusual (h/c) hair that’s kinda (long/short). Talked to her a bit and she’s got this really kind and soft voice. You’d know her when you see her, though.”
“Hmm, I suppose so. if she’s your size then she might be quite small,” he said jokingly, leaning into his chair. Abigail let out shouts of protests. “Bet she’ll drop in to see Mom, then,” he sighed. “I’ll talk to her then.”
“Wow, you’re really not gonna go meet the new girl, then?” Abigail said, a little disappointed that Sebastian was not showing any enthusiasm at all. “Nah.”
Abigail shrugged her shoulders, her dyed purple hair bobbing up and down from the movement. “Well, just wanted to tell you that,” she said, making her way to the staircase.
Just as she placed her hand on the door, she snapped her fingers. “Oh, yeah. Sam wanted me to tell you he’s wants you to join him for band practice, although it’s a Monday,” Abigail said before exiting the basement.
“Ugh...” Sebastian groaned, his face slightly reddening. Why does this always happen to him when Abby’s around? It’s not like he likes her or anything, she just has that spunk he adores. He looked up at the clock once more before looking back at his computer, thinking.
‘I guess I should go get a snack,’ he thought. ‘And then have a smoke by the lake.’ and got up.
“Thanks for coming over, (Y/n)!” Sebastian heard his mother say from a distance. “No problem, Robin. I’ll see you soon!” the visitor bid.
Sounds of the door closing and heavy footsteps, Sebastian looked behind him to see who visited their house. His eyes widened. It was an unfamiliar girl.
She was...quite small, probably reaching right under his ear and had bright (e/c) eyes, reminding him of the gems in the mines. Lovely soft (h/c) hair, swaying with the Spring breeze. She wore a simple (f/c) shirt with dark blue pants and brown boots. But petite figure the girl had, Sebastian would have no idea if she was the new farmer, if Abigail never told him.
And she was walking right towards him.
“Hi,” the new girl said started, a little bashfully. “I’m (Y/n), I’m guessing you’re Robin’s son. Sebastian, was it?” she asked, her hands clasped in front of her chest.
“Yeah, I’m Sebastian. Oh, you just moved in, right?” he asked the girl. Of course he just had to say something as cliche as that. Nonetheless the girl nodded.
“Cool. But out of all places you could live, you chose Pelican town?” he asked the girl, not really giving any thought to his words. “Y-yeah. I inherited the farm from my late-grandfather,” she said with a bright smile.
“O-oh, sorry,” he said, a little ashamed that it came out as a sensitive topic for her. “Nah, it’s fine. It was a long time ago, really,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Anyways, I’ll be heading off to see the others. It was nice meeting you, Sebastian! You seem like a great guy,” she said as she waved at him before turning her heel back to the town.
“Y-yeah...it was nice meeting you too...” he said, knowing that she couldn’t hear him anymore. But when she turned around, he remembered a similar vision.
A young girl in a dress walking off as the farmer did. Her long (h/c) hair blowing in the winds. He didn’t really remember who, but it did seem familiar to him. A familiar feeling of satisfaction and relief filled his chest, but he didn’t understand why.
Maybe the new girl was more interesting than he thought.
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Yeah, gimmie a A, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, N, O, P - with a side order of R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y & Z
Oh my GOD dude.
A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)
Skwistok, Nategaar, Nathan/Skwisgaar/Toki, Pickleface, Polyklok, Abigail/Literally any woman
C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Murdertooth. Sorry.
D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)
I kind of wish I liked Nickles? There’s a lot of great content for it! But I genuinely prefer them as friends. When people say they can’t ship Skwistok because they seem too much like brothers? That’s how I feel about Nickles.
E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what
Answered!F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom
Answered!
G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it
It was either Arnold and Helga from Hey Arnold!, or Link and Zelda (in all LoZ media, but this was specifically Ocarina of Time). They’re both still up there!
H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)
Every fandom I’ve been active in was for a TV show. Pokémon (I played the games but I wrote “stories” about the anime), Jimmy Neutron, Hey Arnold!, Teen Titans, Metalocalypse, How I Met Your Mother, South Park (BOTH OF WHICH I REGRET. FUCK THOSE SHOWS.) I dip a toe into other things cause I’m curious, but I’m unlikely to write fanfic for anything else. I did come VERY close to writing Adventure Zone fic recently but the impulse faded.
I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why
I’m pretty good at Curating my Tumblr experience and blocking tags for things I dislike or just am uninterested in. Also MTL is the only fandom I’m active in and that one rules. If I see something annoying in another fandom tag I just bounce!
J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr
Tumblr is the reason I got into TAZ! And I’m so glad I did, it’s my favorite podcast, I’ve gotten my fiance and some of my very close friends into it as well. Also the actual real name of my wedding dress design is The Aubrey, which is just FATE.
K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms
Answered but also @fasthandfingerwizard is such a sweetheart and so kind, and @cthene has a fic that’s so good it makes me want to tear my skin off.
L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)
Answered, but Knubbler makes me laugh.
N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)
Answered, but more Skwisgaar Content in general!!!!! Just!!!!! Let me see my boy!!!!!!!!
O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of
Answered! I did it again and got Eet by Regina Spektor which reminds me of Toki. I have a lot of Regina songs on my Toki playlist.
P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)
I’ve created so many AUs including one very elaborate one please I’m so tired.
R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships
nAtEgAaR. jk jk jk. I tend to latch to pretty popular pairings, and the MTL fandom is pretty diverse in terms of shipping. I guess………..Abigail/Rachel? Only because it’s a pairing I literally made up.
S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)
Skwisgaar was raised by wolves.
T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)
Skwisgaar is bi because I’m bi.
U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms
Skwisgaar Skwigelf - MTL
Eleanor Shellstrop - The Good Place
Aubrey Little - The Adventure Zone
Violet - Monster Pulse
Joyce Brown - Dumbing of Age
V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms
Skwistok - MTL
I’m Eleanor/Tahani - The Good Place
Link/Zelda -LoZ series
W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said shipsNot comfortable answering this one publically
sorry!
X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM
Answered!
Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)
Good Omens, Stardew Valley.
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)
I don’t know man I just love Skwisgaar a lot! And I think he got shafted in the 3rd and 4th seasons and there was a lot of wasted potential for his character, and also Mean is not his only personality trait. He’s goofy! He’s awkward! He’s funny! He likes being included in things! There are a lot of fun directions the show could have gone in for him besides “horny” and “a dick” and “also there” and it was a WASTE.
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Flufftober Day 22 - “Have you heard?”
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Fandom: Stardew Valley
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
Word Count: 1138
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: Cursing
This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!
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The rest of winter passes by in an absolute flash, and before you know it, it’s the week leading up to the feast of the winter star. It’s a huge celebration for the entire town, and on top of that, every single person gets to anonymously get a gift for another member of the town. The person you’re making your gift for is sent to you through the mail by Lewis, and this year, you have Penny.
Though you’ve been in town for almost a year, you haven’t had all that much interaction with Penny. You’ve run into her a few times when she was teaching Vincent and Jas, but she never really had time to chat, and the only other time you’ve ever talked is when she was reading by a tree outside Sam’s place and you asked her about her book. You do have a baseline idea of what she likes—literature, teaching, family—but you’d like to learn a bit more about her so that you can get her something you know she’ll really like.
You’re not sure about how you’ll learn more about Penny without asking her directly and giving away your secret, but then you remember that Sam is decently close with her. Though you probably shouldn’t tell anybody else who you’re getting a gift for, you figure you can break the rules a little bit to get Penny something she’ll love instead of having to just guess.
Once you’re finished with your morning duties, you pull on some nicer clothes to get out of your muddy work overalls and head into town, arriving at Sam’s house a few minutes later. Jodi lets you in when you knock, letting you know that Sam is in his room. You knock on his door next, and he answers with a look of both surprise and happiness.
“(Y/N)!” he exclaims, stepping aside to allow you entry into the room. “Nice of you to visit, what’s up?”
You step past Sam and into his bedroom, where you sit on the stool next to his keyboard and watch as he flops down onto his bed. “I actually came by because I need your help.”
“Yeah, no problem! What can I do for ya?”
It’s hard to deny that Sam’s eagerness is really cute, and it’s really nice of him to want to help you out with absolutely no hesitation. Feeling better about requesting this of Sam, you start to explain your predicament. He furrows his brow in thought.
“Well, she’s mentioned to me before that she loves this one quote by, um, I think it was Paulo Coelho? ‘It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.’ Maybe you can do something with that?”
You think for a moment, and then you remember that back home, tucked away in an old jewelry box that you never open, you have a heart-shaped locket that would be just the size to fit that quote. That seems like something Penny would like.
“Thank you, Sam, that’s actually perfect,” you say. He grins.
“Awesome, I’m happy I could help!” His grin quickly fades though, and he purses his lips slightly before adding, “I’ve been having so much trouble with mine. I got Pierre, I have no idea what I would get him aside from money.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know enough about Pierre to help you out,” you admit. “Maybe a nice bottle of wine? Something like that always goes appreciated.”
Sam nods. “That’s a good idea, actually. I just wish I was as lucky as Sebastian, it’s easy to make a gift for a close friend.”
“Oh, he must have Abigail, right?”
“No, Mom has Abigail.” Sam pauses for a moment, but then his face jerks into one of pure “oh shit,” and it’s only because of his reaction that you put two and two together. Sebastian only really has three close friends, and if he doesn’t have Abby or Sam, then…
“Does that mean Sebastian has… me?” you ask. You don’t figure Sam will answer honestly, because it’s supposed to be a “surprise” and all, but the way that Sam’s body seizes up for a moment gives you the only answer you need. “How did you find out?”
Sam opens his mouth to say something, and it looks like he’s going to try and deny your claim, but after a moment, he just sighs and says, “He told me. Figured it was alright since we didn’t have each other.”
You can’t help but smile. Though the secret has been spoiled for you, the idea that Sebastian will be the one giving a gift to you makes you feel really amazing, for some reason. Screw the secret.
“Do you know what he’s getting me?” you know you shouldn’t try and spoil the secret even further, but curiosity won’t allow you to let it go. Unfortunately though, Sam shakes his head.
“All I know is that he’s been busting his ass to make whatever it is he’s making for you,” Sam says. “Ever since our people got revealed, he’s been shutting himself away in his room more than usual, and the only times he’ll reply to my texts are to tell me that he’s too busy working on your gift to hang out.”
Though you were smiling before, now the only thing you’re experiencing is shock. Sebastian is really putting that much effort into you? It’s really touching that he would care enough to want to make you something big, but it still feels like too much.
“Um, wow…” is all you can manage to say. “I didn’t know he cared that much.”
Sam laughs. “Have you heard the way he talks about you? Of course he cares, he adores you! You’re one of his best friends!”
Best friends, you think, and though the words bring a warmth into your heart, there’s something hollow there as well that you can’t quite place. You don’t dwell on it, though, because Sam keeps talking.
“I know he’s not the affectionate type or whatever, but I’ve known the guy long enough to know how he feels about people, and you’re special to him.” Sam puts an arm around your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. “Trust me on that one.”
Your mind wanders back to all the moments that you and Sebastian have shared over the past seven or eight months. Him helping you take your revenge on Pierre, watching a meteor shower together, bringing you soup when you were sick, locking yourselves in your barn, bringing him hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day, and then to just a few weeks ago, when he kissed you on the cheek to give you good luck for the ice fishing competition.
Maybe you can see why Sebastian thinks you’re special, because when you relive every important moment the two of you have shared, you realize just how special he is to you, too.
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Flufftober Day 2 - “You’ve Told Your Parents?”
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Fandom: Stardew Valley
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
Word Count: 824
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!
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It’s been a few days since the sweater swap with Sebastian at the saloon, but since that night, you haven’t even caught sight of the raven-haired boy. It’s not your fault that he spends most of his time shut away in his room, but still, when you take a glance at the hoodie hanging next to your door, you can’t help but feel a little bad. He should have it back.
You do have to take a trip to Robin’s, anyway. Your chickens have outgrown their current coop and you need her help in building you a bigger one. So why not kill two birds with one stone and bring Sebastian’s hoodie back while you’re at it?
You grab your backpack and tuck Sebastian’s sweater into it, making sure that it’s folded nicely and won’t wrinkle. It isn’t yours, after all. It deserves the best care possible.
Heading outside and locking the door to the farmhouse behind you, you head to the back of your farm and start to trek up the path towards the mountains. Berries are growing along the edges of the dirt road, so you stop to pick some, popping a few into your mouth as you go along.
It isn’t a long walk to get to Robin’s, and when you go inside, she instantly greets you with a smile.
“(Y/N)! What can I do for you today?” she asks, leaning across her desk slightly. “I just got a load of new lumber in today, if you need some wood.”
“None today, thanks,” you reply. “I actually came to ask about expanding my chicken coop. I have payment here, and all the materials you’ll need are back at the farm.”
“Absolutely! I’d be more than happy to give your chickens a bigger home,” says Robin. When you grab your wallet and count the amount of money needed, Robin takes it and adds, “I should be finished in two or three days.”
“Perfect.” You’re about to turn and leave again when you suddenly remember your other reason for coming here; the hoodie.
“Oh, and if it’s alright, I wanted to ask if Sebastian was home?” you ask, shrugging off your backpack and pulling Sebastain’s hoodie out. “I need to give this back.”
Robin’s eyes light up a little when she sees the article of clothing you’re holding, and her mouth forms into a large, almost teasing grin. “Right, Sebby told me all about what happened Friday night at the saloon.”
Oh, great, you think. “I hope he left out the parts about me being a drunken mess.”
“Actually, he barely focused on that at all. He wouldn’t stop smiling the whole time he was telling me, he even said that he thought the hoodie looked nice on you.” Robin leans forward a little and lowers her voice. “Plus, Sebastian protects that hoodie like it’s his baby. I mean, he won’t even let Abigail wear it. It should mean something that he let you take it.”
You can feel your cheeks flushing ever so slightly, and you hope that they haven’t reddened enough for Robin to notice. You barely even know Sebastian, aside from the occasional greeting when you pass in the streets or when you chatted with him a little at the egg festival a few months back. And yet he let your drunken self take his favourite article of clothing? It feels… strange. Good strange, but strange nonetheless.
You’re broken out of your thoughts when Robin says, “I think he’s still asleep though. Yoba knows that boy is not a morning person.” She gestures towards the sweater. “I can take that, though. I’ll give it to him when he wakes up and tell him you stopped by.”
You can’t help but feel a little disappointed that you won’t be making the return to Sebastian yourself, but still, you hand the hoodie over the desk to Robin. She takes it and tucks it underneath.
“Oh, Sebastian left your coat by the door over there. He even washed it himself, he wanted it to be clean when he gave it back to you.” She nods in the direction of the door, where there’s a coat rack standing in the corner. Among Demetrius’ large jackets and a few lab coats, you spot your own coat, looking fresh and clean of the dirt usually covering it. Ah, farm life.
“Thank him for me, will you?” you ask as you go to retrieve your coat. “And thank you as well for the chicken coop.”
“Always happy to help,” replies Robin. She waves goodbye as you step out the door, back outside into the summer heat.
A scent of laundry detergent is wafting from the jacket in your arms, and when you bring it closer to your face to smell it, it smells like a mix of fresh air and Robin’s house. Sebastian’s house. You don’t know why, but the thought of that makes you smile.
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Flufftober Day 21 - Kiss for Good Luck
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Fandom: Stardew Valley
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
Word Count: 952
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!
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The time has come again for another of Pelican Town’s yearly events, and this time, it’s the Festival of Ice. The festival has a few different events, but the event you’re looking forward to is the ice fishing competition. Over the past year you’ve gotten increasingly good at fishing, especially in the Winter when you haven’t been able to farm to pass your time. Even though Willy will be participating as well, you’re fairly confident that you’ve got it in the bag.
The festival starts at 9:00, but you still have to finish your chores before going, so you don’t get there until almost 11:00 when the place is already bustling with energy. You spot your little friend group standing over by the ice sculptures, so that’s where you head first.
“(Y/N), you’re here!” Abigail says when you join in with the trio. “You’re participating in the ice fishing competition, right?”
“Absolutely I am,” you respond. “Looking forward to kicking some ass!”
Sam laughs. “Well, we’ll be rooting for you! I’ve seen you fishing outside my place sometimes, and you seem really good! This should be a breeze!”
“Yeah, you’ll dominate,” agrees Sebastian. “Are you all ready to go?”
You gesture to the fishing rod poking out of your backpack, and in addition to that, tucked away at the bottom of your bag is a styrofoam container filled with all the best bait you’ve been able to gather over the past week. You’re determined to win this year. It’s so close to one year since you moved here, and proving that you’ve made progress by coming first would be a great way to finish off the year.
You make small talk with the group for the next twenty minutes until you hear Mayor Lewis announce that everyone competing in the ice fishing competition should make their way to the middle of the festival, where a small lake has frozen over and the contest will be held. You, Willy, Pam, and Elliott, the four contestants, all gather in front of Lewis, where he explains the rules of the contest and lets you know that you’ll have two minutes to get ready before you start.
Heading to your designated hole in the ice, you start to get your stuff together, anxiously awaiting for the competition to start. Once it does, you’ll have a measly ten minutes to catch as many fish as possible. It shouldn’t be too difficult, as the lake has been pre-filled with an abundance of fish, but the narrow time restraints still make you nervous.
A throat is cleared behind you, followed by a simple, “Hey.” You recognize the voice, but are still pleasantly surprised to turn around and see Sebastian standing there.
“What are you doing over here?” you ask. You had been in the middle of trying to fit a worm onto your hook, but you toss it back into your little worm container so you can talk to Sebastian without being distracted.
“Just wanted to see if you’re all prepped,” he replies, though he hesitated a moment before responding. Not only that, but his cheeks are flushed pink, and he keeps fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Getting there.” You squint slightly at Sebastian, who only looks more nervous, and he freezes when Mayor Lewis announces, “Thirty seconds!”
Sebastian takes a deep breath. “Just… good luck, okay?” He turns to leave, but then, in a flash, he leans towards you and plants a kiss on your cheek before he rushes off.
You can feel your face start to burn like it’s close to a flame. Even though there’s less than twenty seconds left and you need to get ready, your mind is blank and you can’t seem to force yourself to move. Ten seconds now, and the only thing you manage to do is stop your fingers from quivering just long enough to pierce a worm onto your hook. Showtime.
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You come dead last.
It’s not because of a lack of skill, or because you were unprepared. No, it’s because of that damn kiss. Your mind was wandering so much that you barely even noticed when a fish would bite at your line, and when you did notice, your hands fumbled so much that you couldn’t reel it in before it slipped away. By the end, you only managed to catch one fish.
You hang your head in shame as you walk back to your friends after the competition. After boasting so much about your ability to win, it’s a little humiliating to have lost by such a margin. However, like the amazing friends they are, instead of dwelling on the loss they sweep you away to enjoy the rest of the festival together, distracting you from your failure.
When you get home at around 10:00, you drag yourself inside, slip your backpack off your shoulders, and then collapse into bed. Today has been exhausting, mentally and physically. You’re more than ready to just fall asleep and let it be over.
However, before you can get up and start to get ready for bed, your phone buzzes, so you blindly reach back and slip it out of your pocket, clicking it on to see who’s texting you so late. Your phone shines with the name “Seb 🐸.”
You swipe open the phone and read the message, which says, I’m sorry for the kiss earlier. Didn’t realize it would give you the opposite of good luck.
Smiling, you type back, It’s alright, there’s always next year to show off my fishing talent. :)
Sebastian’s next response takes a while longer, but eventually, a message pops up. Was the kiss, like, okay? Was it weird?
It wasn’t weird, I liked it.
You hit send with a shallow breath, hoping that admitting your favour for the kiss isn’t weird in itself. It takes another few minutes for Sebastian to respond, but when he does, it makes your heart flutter.
Good, because I liked it too. <3
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