#sebastian x gn!farmer

[phebbsl]

A Part of Your World- Chapter 1

Stardew Sebastian x GN!Reader

Summary:

Sebastian’s resolve to not meet the new farmer lasts all but two weeks. To be fair, it’s not of his own volition. 

You never thought you had to resolve to not get literally sucked into your favorite game, but now here you are. And now you have a farm to manage and a pretty boy to woo. 

Or: My spin on the life in Pelican Town, and Heart Events, featuring a GN!Reader (possibly/probably Isekai???).

Cross posted from my AO3, phebbsl

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Sebastian’s resolve to not meet the new farmer lasts all but two weeks. To be fair, it’s not of his own volition. 

He had stumbled out of his bedroom in the afternoon, late afternoon mind you, and promptly walked in on you and his mom discussing options for a new coop.

It was the day after the Egg Festival. Abigail had lost the Egg hunt for the first time in years, and was inconsolable for the whole night yesterday. Not in the ‘holy shit I lost and I’m absolutely devastated’ way with tears, but in ‘holy shit, did you see the Farmer??? they’re so hot’ type of way. 

The trio of friends had stayed up late at Sebastian’s room for the rest of the night, drinking and using his ‘vase’. Abigail continued to gush about the Farmer, only slightly put out that her win streak ended.

“I mean, did you see them in that little straw hat? How cute!” she cooed. 

Sam joined in too, all red-faced, blushing. The Farmer had stopped by his house when they first moved in, introducing themselves sweetly, and had even tossed over a can of Joja Cola to the blonde. Sam had suspected that it had been fished up from the river, judging by scuffs and slightly musty river-y smell, but had downed it anyway (and kept the can). 

Why Sam drinks treasures those little blue cans of diabetes and Yoba-knows-what when he literally works at Joja and knows damn well how unhealthy it is, Sebastian will never know. 

Sebastian spent the rest of the night, totally not sulking on his bed, casting mournful glances at the game table, all set up for a round of Solarian, as he listened to his friends’ gossip about the newest member of the town. 

Abigail and Sam didn’t leave until well past midnight, and while Sebastian was used to long nights hunched over his computer, the day’s festivities had worn him out completely.

Thus, leading to him crawling out of his mom’s basement like a cave-goblin, obvious to all that he had woken up past the accepted hours for any normal person, even later than he typically would’ve. Upon seeing you, he was completely determined to turn around, go back to bed, and hide enjoy his solitude until you were gone. That was, before his mother had stepped in, ever so glad to take any opportunities to socialize him.  

“Have you met my son, Sebastian?” Robin prods, with a sly grin, before slinking away to leave the two of you to socialize. 

Great, now he had to interact with you.

He mumbles out a greeting and his name and takes you in. 

You don’t look like a farmer. At least, not the stereotypical version of he had come up in his head. To be fair, he only really envisioned a grizzled old man, smudged with dirt and hands full of calluses. Basically, your grandfather. He had only caught a brief glance at the festival yesterday, and was uninterested in looking further. Now, he realized that his friends were right. 

‘Oh no, they’re hot!’ echoes in his brain, soundly strangely like Squidward. 

You’re exactly his type, with pretty eyes he could just drown in to boot, your straw hat prize from yesterday perched on your head. You’d even wound a crown of flowers around the base. He’s not a big fan of flowers, but daffodils suddenly look a million times better. Yellow looks good on you, he thinks. 

He urges his brain to reboot and act like a normal person. Suddenly, he wants to make a good impression on you, curse his traitorous hormones. 

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool. Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

Nice. Cool, slightly aloof, and hopefully he didn’t sound too much like a dick. 

You shrug and spin off the truly humongous backpack you have strapped on. 

‘Damn, Pierre found someone to sell that thing to, huh?’ he thinks absently. 

He and Abigail had spent an embarrassingly long time giggling at the giant monstrosity when it had arrived at Pierre's, while the store owner wilted behind the register, his plans to sell backpacks to one-up Joja foiled. 

Sebastian watches with confusion as you proceed to stick your arm in the pack, rummaging, before producing a frozen tear, then dropping it into his hands. He stares at it, flabbergasted. 

“I really love this. How did you know?” He finally manages to say. 

“Just had a feeling,” you shrug again. 

Robin comes back, interrupting the moment. 

“I found the paint swatches for the coop! Let me know which one you’d like.”

You break away to discuss color options, and Sebastain stays, silently rolling the frozen tear in between his fingers. More words of gratitude are stuck in his throat.

Eventually, you and Robin finish, the latter rolling up the blueprints with promises to start working the next day. 

“It was nice to meet you,” you give a little wave with a wiggle of your fingers. 

“Uh yeah, same here.” 

‘Wow, real eloquent,’ Sebastian snarks internally. 

He finally leaves for the kitchen to grab food to start his day. 

“Are you going to Sam’s? You should change before you go,” Robin enters as well, snickering. 

Sebastian looks down.

Fuck, he had just met the most attractive person he’d ever seen and he was in his damn froggie printed pajama pants.

‘I knew I should’ve just stayed in my room,’ he thinks. But, glancing at the frozen tear next to his cup of coffee, he knows he might just wake up early again the next time you visit.

♡

I’m playing with the idea of having the farmer be from our world, like an isekai, I think it opens up more possibilities and has potential to become a bigger story than just a series of one shots, but I’m still not sure yet. 

Let me know what you guys think!

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[anoncausewhynot]

A little help here?

SDV Sebastian X Reader

“(Reader) Quick get the emerald and let's head down the stairs. I see a bat coming” Sebastian's nervous voice told you. “Hold on!” You hit the stone one more time and it finally broke, leaving behind an emerald. You grabbed it and Sebastian yanked your arm gently in the direction of the stairs leading to the entrance of the mine. But it was too late, a red bat was already coming towards you at full force. Before you had time to run it barreled into you and viciously attacked you in a flurry of wings and dirt. “Seb!” You called out. Sebastian lunged at the bat but missed and ended up falling on you. The bat was now flying above you both hissing. You pushed him off and stood up, taking out your sword and swinging it at the creature. The bat dodged and went under your arm and bit you. It fucking bit you. You felt your health slowly draining away as the world became black. You wondered what your life would be like if you didn’t have Sebastian in it every step of the way. 

You awoke in the mines, Sebastian standing over you, his eyes and nose a bit red. “Seb!” You flung your arms around his waist and grinned. “(reader)...i was so worried that you wouldn’t wake up” He looked away and you frowned. What was up with him? He almost never acted this way; he was always so stoic and cold. He leaned his head down and kissed the top of yours. “Can you carry me home?” you grinned at him. Sebastian sighed and shook his head but nonetheless he picked you up bridal style and made his way out of the mines. “You know, a little help next time would be nice” You smirked. Sebastian immediately dropped you and yelled “Fuck off i was trying my best!”

#Sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x farmer #sebastian sdv #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader

[starance]

The brain hitting us strong, so could you do something w/ dad!Sebastian (Stardew)? 👉👈 (also hi Cam! :])

( THE STARS HAVE HEARD YOUR WISH.)

ミ☆ “The memories we make with our family are everything.”

⤷ PAIRING SDV - Dad!Sebastian x gn!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 712

⤷ TAGS FLUFF, Domestic fluff ofc, small mention of drugs but it's a one time thing-

⤷ NOTES OMG HI ANON!! :D I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THAT FOR YOU! <3 also, you didn't specify gender so I went with gender-neutral hope you don't mind!

Okay, so Seb as a dad is like- the fluffiest man in existence second to Alex-

This man will sob over every small achievement your little angel makes but he wouldn't dare let you see (sam will watch this man breakdown in joy over the kid's first steps-)

He will happily support anything his kid wishes to do no matter what!

They wanna do Ballet? Go for it!

Soccer? Absolutely!

Do drugs? Oh- uh don't do that-

And he is so gentle with the kid as well, his patience knows no bounds after dealing with the step-father I refuse to name.

He wants to be a better father and overall parent than his own and will take his time helping them grow into a wonderful person.

He is also very sweet with teaching the kids and honestly seeing this man interact with even one child makes you want a bajillion more no matter how messy they are

"There we go sweetie, make sure to clean it up alright?" Your heart aches as you watch him softly wipe the paint off of your child's face-- that they somehow managed to get tangled into Sebastian's hair as well.

"That's a good look on you Sebby." you taunt playfully as the little rascal he was cleaning runs from his arms screaming cheerfully at their escape.

A soft sigh escapes his lips as he watched them roll around in the paint more. They were definitely going to need a bath tonight. You laugh and press a kiss to his cheek before heading out to check on the farm.

AAAAAAAAAAAA SEB FLUFF IS THE BEST OMG-

He will make sure that both he and the little rascal help light your load working on the farm as well, with the kid petting all of the animals and Seb helping to collect a few items you need to be shipped in time.

Overall all the help and domesticity is too much for all of our hearts.

#SDV #sdv sebastian #stardew valley #starance #stardew farmer #children #domestic fluff #farmcore #idk man i just love seb- #writing #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader

[chuubacca-writes]

A/N - Thank you so much for being my first request! I hope this is too your liking!

Pairing - Sebastian x GN!Farmer

Summary - Sebastian realizes he is falling in love with the new farmer that just moved into the valley.

Warnings - Mentions of smoking/cigarettes (cuz its Seb)

Word Count - 495

At first, Sebastian didn’t think much of the news that there was a new farmer moving into the valley. He just assumed he would never see them since he spent most of his time holed up in front of his computer.

Until fate struck one rainy day. he had emerged from the basement to get a snack from the kitchen. The farmer came in to visit Robin, their rain boots clunking against the wood of the floor, leaving small puddles with every step, rain dripping from the brim of their hat. Sebastian couldn’t look away when the farmer shot him a smile and a small wave before going back to their business with Robin.

Ever since then, Seb hoped he would ‘accidentally’ run into the farmer more often.

“What’s with that face?” Sam asked him one day as they stood in their usual hang out spot under the tree.

Sebastian took a drag from his cigarette, raising an eyebrow. “What face?”

“The one you made when the farmer walked by just now.” Sam smirked.

Sebastion rolled his eyes, turning away so that his friend couldn’t see the light flush of pink on his cheeks.

It didn’t get better as time went on. Every time the farmer waved at him while he was working on his motorcycle in the garage, pickaxe on their shoulder and a smile on their face. Every time he saw them collecting shells iat the beach or fishing in the mountains. Every time he saw the farmer, it only made the fuzzy feeling stronger.

“What is happening to me?” Sebastian finally asked Sam and Abagail.

“It sounds like you have a little crush.” Abagail said with a smug smile.

“Aww, our little brooding tough guy has a crush on the farmer!” Sam teased, making Sebastian’s cheeks turn pink.

“Shut up, i don’t have a crush.”

But it got harder and harder to believe that when Sebastian spent every waking moment thinking about the farmer.

“What are you smiling about?” Robin asked after the farmer left the carpenter’s shop. Sebastian quickly wiped the dopey grin off his face, retreating back to his basement refuge. 

He finally realized how absolutely down bad he was for the farmer when he caught them searching for shells on the beach in the heavy rain. Their overalls were drenched and their boots were full of water. He could hear the familiar clunk of their boots when they came up to greet him on the dock. That stupidly perfect smile on their face as if they were’t soaked from head to toe in cold rainwater.

The way their face lit up when he offered his umbrella, it made his heart flutter in his chest. When they shuffled closer to fit under the small canopy, mumbling a soft apology when they brushed against his jacket sleeve.

“I’m usually anxious around people.” he admitted.

‘But i find myself wanting to be around you more and more.’ was his heart’s unspoken confession.

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[nomazee]

pry your way in

sebastian (sdv) x gn reader

word count: 4.7k (oh my god)

content: mutual pining, ROMANTIC TENSION, aggressive pining on the reader’s part, do they kiss or do they not, social anxiety (can u TELL), embarrassing situations, comedy (maybe) (hopefully) (maybe you’ll get a little giggle out of this and swing your feet around), so much build up, the slowest burn you could possibly get in under 5k words

notes: oh HEY guys so i went crazy again and i don’t think i’ve ever written so much in one sitting. this is insane. look at what this game has done to me. 

part 1 part 2 (you are here) part 3

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All you need to do is drop off these stupid eggs in Gus’s fridge. That’s it. In and out and then you can go home and pretend that you did not stare at Sebastian for almost an entire straight minute in the doorway of the saloon. 

He’s too busy playing pool, you think, and from the brief (many) glances you’ve taken at them, it looks like he’s pretty close to beating Sam. Your heart goes out to the blonde. One day, for sure, he’ll be able to get more than three balls in an entire game against Sebastian. 

The fridge door is open now. No one notices you except for Emily, who gives you a kind nod and a smile. You don’t know if you should be upset by the fact that no one really talks to you whenever you go to the saloon unless you talk first, or if you should be incredibly relieved. It’s leaning to the latter, because you don’t think you could handle being looked at right now especially by Sebastian because good god the jellyfish thing was so embarrassing and you really hope he’s forgotten about it because oh my god you actually almost puked all over his shoes and what is wrong with you and—

“Farmer!” Oh god. It’s a woman’s voice. It’s Abigail, and despite the fuzz in your mind you can tell by the timbre of her voice and the fact that the shout came from over by the pool table. You managed to get two eggs in the container in the fridge before being ousted. Good job. You hope Gus’ extreme ginormous 24-egg omelet is worth all of this. 

If you tried really hard, you could have played it off as if you didn't hear her at all. But then she’s walking over to you and you hear her footsteps and they’re light, friendly. Unfortunately, that does nothing to stop you from freezing up and feeling every individual cell in your body go taut.

Maybe she’s going to kill you, or something, because maybe you did actually puke all over Sebastian’s sneakers nights before this and your mind just blocked it out. Oh god. Well, this town was nice while it lasted. You hope they’ll bury you in a nice spot out of courtesy. 

Turning to face Abigail, you manage to give her a shaky sort of grin and wave. “Oh. Hey. I didn't know you were here.” You are such a liar. And a bad one, probably. 

“Yeah! Me and Sam and Sebastian.” You nod at that. A pause, and then, “Hey, are you busy tonight? We were wondering if you wanted to join us. We’re playing pool, but— um, it’s mainly just those two playing. They’ve got a rivalry going on.” 

She looks back at them and watches, amused, and you do the same for a moment. Sam is in the middle of making some big joke-y scene, throwing his head back and groaning and swatting at Sebastian while the other man just barely ducks away from his attacks. They’re laughing, and elbowing each other and you look away before either of them notice that you’re watching with the intensity of a wild deer. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Thank you. I don’t want to come if not everyone wants me to join.” 

“Everyone does,” Abigail tells you, and she’s really telling you. With purpose. There is something in her eyes. Something imploring and meaningful and her lips are quirking up in some pretty and teasing smile, and you’re wondering what’s so different about the way Pelican Town people are raised to make them carry so much weight in their eyes. So much weight that it makes you dizzy. And nauseous. And now maybe you’ll puke on Abigail’s shoes, instead.

“Okay.” It comes out as a whisper from your shaky mouth. She only smiles brighter at you. You register that you’re still behind Gus’s counter and there are drinks being shaken and poured just steps behind you. “Okay, I’ll be over in a second.” 

Great, she tells you, and then she’s turning around and walking away with a little jump and you might throw up because why did you agree to this? You did not plan on talking to people this evening. Not at all. And you’re wishing so hard that you had just dropped these eggs off in the morning. This is the type of stuff that happens when you don't just drop eggs off in the morning. Just your luck. 

You shake your head, as if maybe it’ll rattle your senses into being ready to spectate a pool game and talk with people for at least half an hour. And Sebastian. You don’t think you could handle the intensity of just sitting next to him. You might throw up again. All over the pool cues and the fuzzy cloth of the pool table. And maybe Sam’s shoes. Everyone’s shoes are getting thrown up on this week. 

Eventually, you make the walk out from the counter and consider just leaving through the door and telling Abigail later on that you just felt sick and needed to go home. It wouldn’t be a lie. You are a person of half-truths, most definitely. 

But you don’t, because you like Abigail and you want her to like you too. By the look of everything she’s done for you, you’re fairly certain that she does like you, or at least more-than-tolerates you, and you would like to keep it that way instead of burning down all of your Stardew Valley relationships in a slow, painful fire. (And okay, yes, maybe it’s a benefit that she’s friends with Sebastian. So what.) 

You blink. You’re in front of the three of them. Abigail and Sam are smiling at you and Sebastian is giving you a look. What is it with the people in this valley and their looks?! You have yet to be able to decode any of them. This is rough. So rough. You’re falling back into the uncomfortable feeling of otherness. Of just-barely-not-fitting. Like squeezing between a desk and a wall. Every other day you are walking through just fine, and the other days you are squeezing between this town and the people and everything you have yet to learn. 

You might puke. You’re not making it out of this saloon alive. 

“Hey, farmer!” Sam greets you, and your chest is struck with endearment over how everyone calls you farmer. Maybe it’s just because they forgot your name, but you can’t seem to mind it at all. “Are you joining us?” 

“Oh, just for a bit,” you tell him. You can’t help the smile that takes over your face, warmed and sheepish. “And then I should go. But I’m a big fan of watching you guys argue over pool. Really, it’s very captivating.” 

Abigail chortles, taking pleasure in the playful sarcasm you’ve adapted to. When Sam and Sebastian both follow suit in their own little laughs, your defensive habits slip away the slightest bit. And you can’t seem to find it in you to hold onto them. 

“Less of an argument and more of a…” Sebastian pauses with a teasing glance at his friend. Your heart stops for no reason other than you being stupid and in love, and it only chokes you up when he directs his stupid stupid pretty eyes right at you. “More of Sam being a sore loser. It’s an easy win on my part, really.” 

A snicker escapes you, undignified in how easily you let it out and how it threatens to reverberate against the walls of the game room. You’re holding onto yourself for dear life, trying to ground yourself in some attempt to maybe keep some of your dignity before it’s worn away through the course of the evening. 

But Sebastian has this prideful simper on his face and it’s like he’s happy to make you laugh. Maybe it’s the loving delusions running through your head. But you let yourself dream, just for a minute. 

Stupid boy. The urge to kiss him is slowly hurtling its way through your entire system, and it’s starting with your respiratory tract judging by the way you can’t seem to catch a breath. Stupid. Boy. 

“You can sit down, you know,” and he nods his head to the pair of chairs behind him. “Stay a while.” His eyes are filled with a stupid teasing glimmer and you might pull him aside just to kiss that expression right off his face. 

You won’t. Obviously. Because look at what happened last time you let your inhibitions run free. (Absolutely. Nothing.) 

Maybe I will, you want to say, stay a while. Maybe I’ll stay forever. 

You take a seat, and Sebastian is still leaning against the table with his pool cue in hand. He is looking at you, hesitant, with his mouth slightly open like he wants to say something. Before he can, Abigail interrupts. 

“Wait, let me take over for you!” She says, rushing forward to steal the cue from him. “I want to play! You guys, like, totally monopolize the table every time we’re here.” Abigail’s eyes flit to Sebastian, then to you, and she continues, “Next time, let’s just play the two of us. You and me, farmer.” 

There’s another big, stupid smile stretching your face taut and you hope none of them notice your cracked, drying lips. They’re peeling open from how much you’re grinning tonight and how much you’re not moisturizing them. “Of course.” 

Sebastian is left with nothing in his hands once Abigail turns to aim her cue and hit the white ball (poorly) in an attempt to keep up Sebastian’s winning streak. With her and Sam occupied, you are left with the black haired man standing aimless in front of you. Again. And his eyes are trailing you, with purpose and a goal to speak. Again. 

You throw his words back at him with, “Well, sit down. Stay a while.” And he does. And your stupid mind is wondering if maybe him following you so easily means something. Stupid stupid. 

“How’s, um. Your stomach,” he asks, stunted pauses littering his voice as he tries his best to look at you. You don’t know what he’s talking about, and it must show on your face because he’s clarifying, “From the ceremony last week. I haven't seen you since then so I figured you must’ve been sick.” 

Sebastian is prying. Not in his words, but in the way he’s looking at you. Really, really looking, and this feels like a repeat of last week and you are reliving a million and one things that you would rather never relive again. 

Your palms are suddenly cold and you’re avoiding his gaze, body stiff with guilt. You’d been avoiding him for a week and you honestly hadn’t even noticed. It was like a subconscious response to humiliating yourself in front of the pretty boy that you’ve liked for weeks now. You hope he doesn’t blame you for that, somehow. 

“Right. Um, I was fine. I’m fine now, I mean. I turned out fine. Sorry for all of that,” your feet are shuffling against the ground and you drag patterns into your pants to comfort yourself. “It was kind of embarrassing. To have you walk me home and then suddenly get sick. I really am sorry for that.” 

“Don’t even worry about it.” There’s a sureness in his voice. When you find the courage in your lungs to turn and look at him, you’re met with a furrowed brow and steady eyes. It’s overwhelming you with ten different feelings, many of which are yelling at you to KISS HIS STUPID FACE. “Seriously. It wasn’t embarrassing, either. Things happen. I’m just glad you’re okay, now.” 

Sebastian ends it with another one of his chest-aching, brain-melting, palm-sweating smiles and he’s doing that stupid thing with the corners of his mouth. He probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it, and that’s what frustrates you the most. Maybe you should tell him, but he would take it the wrong way and stop doing it and you wouldn’t survive without seeing that stupid smile. As much as it makes you want to tear your hair out if you look at it for too long. 

You give him a firm nod. The rest of the night is easy conversation. You have one drink. Really, you make sure of it, because you haven’t gotten intoxicated in months and you really don’t want to see what drunk-you does in Stardew Valley in front of the sweet townspeople and the stupid pretty man in front of you. Said stupid-pretty-man follows suit, only having a pale ale and indulging in shirley temples for the rest of the night. (You punch yourself for finding it endearing that he likes such a sweet drink. Urgh.) 

It feels like a parallel universe of the Moonlight Jellies celebration of last week. One where you are a much less awkward person (but, really, there’s just barely a difference between now and before), and where you offer to walk him home instead of the other way around. Your stupid infatuated heart skips a stupid beat when you ask him if you can walk him back, but it quells when he gives you an easy smile and agrees. You pointedly ignore the voice in your head telling you that he sounds almost enthusiastic.

Sam and Abigail wish you goodnight, and they’re both beaming at you in a silly way that makes you follow suit. Giggles bubble in your chest and you don’t even know why. You think they must just have those kinds of personalities, and you really couldn't be more happy to seep into it. 

You don’t hold Sebastian’s hand on the way back. Not at all. In fact, you don’t even feel the urge to. You totally, totally don’t look at his hand swaying between you and fight the instinct to grab it and trace your fingers across his palm lines and the dips of his knuckles and all the scars he’s collected in his youth. You. Do not. Feel that way at all. 

It’s easy conversation, yet again. It’s almost impressive how, even with how easily you seem to do the most mortifying, awkward things in front of Sebastian, you still slip into moments with him where you can talk like you’ve known each other forever. God. Something about this town. You can’t tell if you want to catch the next operable bus out of here or stay here forever. You feel that way often, actually. 

Before you know it, you’ve cut through the city and ended up in the mountains and in front of his house. The lights are off. It must be super late, then, if everyone’s dead asleep like that. 

Crickets chirp and buzz in the air. You and Sebastian stop walking in the middle of the large dirt patch that takes up his front yard. Now, you’re looking at each other, and he’s giving you his awkward stupid gorgeous downward grin. You hope that you’re giving him something at least half as pretty, with the way you feel your lips stretch and crack again. You really need to get lip balm from Pierre’s. 

“It’s so late,” you mutter, because you don’t know what else to say and your heart is melting and slipping right out of your chest and onto the soil. “I guess I should go home.” 

You hope—cross-your-fingers-say-a-prayer type of hope—that he hears the hesitancy in your voice. That he realizes you don’t want to leave. That he sees the fondness in your eyes and how you’re trying to soften every defense mechanism you’ve ever learned in order to pry into him, now. And you hope. Cross your fingers and say a prayer. That he wants that, too. 

He hums a thoughtful, quiet sort of hum. Sebastian doesn’t move towards the door, or bid you a goodnight, or nod along and tell you he’ll see you another day. He waits. He is looking at you and prying you open and trying to gauge your reaction. To what, you don’t know, but there’s a static feeling in your head that tells you to wait and find out. 

“Right,” he says finally. His voice and his mouth curl carefully around the word, and it’s there again—the pauses, the hesitancy. You see your habits in him and you are aching with the need to find out what he means. What this all means. And you’re feeling stupid, and so you wait, too. 

“I think I feel bad leaving you to walk home,” Sebastian tells you. He’s speaking slowly, but not in a degrading way. It feels more like he wants the words to float to you and sink into the pores of your skin. And they do. They do, and it’s embarrassing, because now you’re sweating and hoping (again) that it doesn’t show on your face or your hands or the twisting of your fingers. “This is really far from the farm, you know.” 

“I think I would know,” you respond, teasing and lighthearted and acting like there isn’t a saturated yearning weighing down your body right now. “I can manage. I’ve been in the mines, you know. Seen all the monsters down there and everything.” 

He lets out a stupid breathy laugh and shakes his head. You hate how he acts so nonchalant, like it’s not obvious that you’re fighting the instinct to pick him up and shake him around like a bobblehead until his skull pops right off his neck. “Right, because there’s totally monsters down there.” 

“There are! You can come with me one day. I’ll prove it to you.” And it’s risky, to entertain that kind of thing, the concept of you two spending time together alone, where no one can see. Sebastian takes that as a challenge, apparently, because the diffident tilt of his lips turns smug and he’s saying,

“Then maybe you’ll sleep over one day.” 

Stttttupid boy. He’s stupid. The stupidest man you’ve ever met because now you’re really, really holding onto every last shred of your self-control. The thought of you in his house, with you both sleeping in the same twenty-foot-radius of space is making you heat up more than the valley’s summer sun. A frog croaks in a nearby bush. Nausea pools in your intestines. 

And you’re a terrible person, really, because even though you’re sweating and lightheaded from the heat you’re entertaining the thought of you both sleeping in the same bed. And it’s ridiculous. Really. You’re both adults who are perfectly capable of sleeping in the same bed without it meaning anything. Any particle of logic that enters your brain is vaporized by the heat of it. Your stomach is twisting and you swallow around the lump in your throat. 

He’s watching you. Still watching. Waiting for something to happen. The look he’s giving you is bordering on defensive, as if he’s anticipating a rejection. Stupid man. By now, he should realize you’re not prone to giving him rejections, of all people. 

“Maybe I will.” By some grace of whatever higher power is listening, you choke out the last puddles of your strength into a hopefully-confident tone of voice and the last words you have left in you for the night. It’s not a rejection. You hope he understands that. And he does. Oh, he has to understand what you mean by now, because he’s biting his lips and still. Looking at you. And waiting. All he does is wait. And you glance down and see his hands twitching at his sides. And you are going to do something. Something.

Oh, god. You’re thinking, Oh, okay, this is what this is, and he’s doing his stupid smile and the corners of his lips tuck in and you’re staring at them again. Really, really staring at them. You hope he notices. Your fingers are twitching now, too, almost aching with the need to hold something—to hold him and his twitching hands and spin them around in yours like a fingertrap. You want to get stuck and woven together, just for a moment. An aching, hurting, burning, devastating moment. 

It’s all you want. It’s all you’ve wanted for weeks now. And there’s a heat in your chest and your fingers and your head. Fingers twitching, eyes unblinking, and hands sweating; you wait. Wait for him to come closer. For him to do. Something. Soon. 

It’s an impossible task for you. You are not one for initiative. Never have been, not since you left your stupid office job and took up your place on this stupid farm and fell in love with this stupid man. Initiative is a daunting, horrifying, overwhelming concept, and all of your ambition has been drained from you ever since you planted your first parsnip in the ground. 

But but but. And this is how it always goes with you and Sebastian. But but but. There’s something about tonight. Something about tonight and the last week and the week before and the seasons before this that have carved this open wound into the middle of your diaphragm. Without even knowing it, Sebastian has clawed his way between your lungs and made an uneasy home in your heart. It’s disgusting, and maybe you’ll cough up all this adoration right on the doormat of his family’s house. 

How long has it been? How long have you both been standing here like idiots and waiting and breathing and staring? How long? You are asking yourself too many stupid questions. Initiative. You think of it again—and now your hands are on Sebastian’s shoulders and you don’t have half the mind to wonder when you stepped closer. 

You are not slow in your movements. Not at all. You are urgent and desperate and aching, but you give just enough time for him to pull away. In the back of your head, you wish that he’ll pull back and leave you empty and cold. But there is a warmth seeping through the cloth of his hoodie and tonight, you are stupid. 

You’re staring for just a moment before you close your eyes and surge forward slow enough for him to stop you, but fast enough that he won’t get the chance to look at your embarrassing, longing, yearning face before you kiss him. 

Because that’s it. You’re kissing him. You’re kissing him, with your hands gripping his shoulders with bruising strength, and with your feet planted into the ground to stop yourself from either floating or flinging yourself into the lake. You’re kissing him. And he’s not pulling away. And his hands reach to touch your elbows gently. For a moment, you think he’ll shove you down and run away, but his fingers are tapping along your arms, leaving a buzz in your bones and your head and your heart. 

You. Are kissing him. You are. You fucking. Did it. Joy floods your buzzing body and you hope he can’t hear how loud your skull is vibrating, how intensely your chest is rattling. Or how heavy your hands have become on his shoulders and how much you’re pushing back against him to get further, to pull him into you and you into him and pour in everything you’ve ever felt straight to his lungs. You’re kissing him. 

And he’s warm. So warm. Unexpectedly so, and you feel your entire body heat up in innocent adoration and you want his fingers to curl around your forearms and ground you. His hands shift, and for a minute you think he might pull away, but now he’s dragging his fingers in small paths up your arm, above your elbow and brushing your shoulders. Ggggggggod. God. You’re gonna scream into his mouth and slap him. Stupid man. 

In reality it lasts for a second, but the rush of feelings and thoughts and screams and cries that overwhelms your body makes it feel like it’s an hour. (At least ten minutes, maybe.) You wonder how he feels. You wonder if he’s trying to pour everything into you through this, too; or if maybe, he’s a normal fucking human being who is just kissing you to kiss you without all the grandeur and flourish and waxing poetic. Unbothered, you realize you won’t mind regardless of which it is. 

Your eyes are closed, and you hope his still are, too, because if he opens them and sees you you might throw up all over him. For the fortieth time this week. 

“Sebas— oh!” 

And. There’s a voice and a distressed exclamation. It’s Robin. Holy shit. It is his mother. 

The man you just spent an hour kissing (read: five seconds max) takes a moment to realize what just happened. You, on the other hand, have a ridiculous supercomputer in your head and you have long since figured out what just happened. You cannot believe this. This is embarrassing. A trip back to Zuzu City is well deserved now. 

“I’m— so sorry. Oh goodness.” Robin is being way too polite. You’d thought for sure she would’ve yelled at you and banned you from coming to the mountains ever again. You already kissed goodbye to both Sebastian (literally) and your mining career. And half your fishing career.

Sebastian’s face is flooded in color. It’s soaked in red and radiating heat that you can feel even with the ten-foot distance you had placed between yourselves. He’s not looking at you or his mother, eyes instead fixed on the patch of torn up dirt behind you. 

Finally, you process that Robin is the one apologizing to you, which is ridiculous and you wish she would’ve just pushed you into the river and screamed at you instead. You wish these people would’ve been a lot meaner to you already, and then maybe you would have never worked up the gall to kiss the man you’re stupidly in love with and cause this whole ordeal. 

“I’m so sorry,” and you’re the one saying it this time. You turn to look at Robin fully and resist the urge to fall to your knees and beg for her forgiveness. Tonight, you committed a mortal sin—giving her son a big fat heart-stopping kiss on the mouth right in front of their house—and you can only be forgiven by death, and death alone. 

There’s a confused look in her eyes, almost worried, and you think you might be actually shaking enough to launch yourself into the stratosphere like a space cannon. Instead, you channel the energy into completely turning yourself around and running away from the both of them. 

Disastrous. This night has been disastrous. You would’ve rather actually puked on everyone’s shoes instead of going through whatever the hell that was. You’re never going to catch a break in this stupid town with these stupid people and stupid Sebastian and his too-sweet-for-her-own-good mom. 

When you get home, you’re panting in exhaustion from sprinting across the valley, and your nerves and head are still buzzing and your lips are still warm from Sebastian’s being completely and willingly planted on them for about ten whole seconds. Your brain is too fried and melted to even consider the implications of everything you both just did, but you can’t seem to care. 

You’re embarrassed. Wholly and utterly humiliated, and for a moment you cross your fingers and pray to whoever will listen that you won’t be a topic of discussion during Robin and Sebastian’s family dinner with everyone else. 

You take a moment to catch your breath (an impossible thing) and finally collapse into your bed. You’re staring at your ceiling for what feels like hours, but you have a very poor sense of time and don’t trust that judgment at all. Everything settles in your head like mud shaken in a jar of water. And you smile. Dear god. Despite it all, you’re smiling and giddy and laughing to yourself, riding a high of schoolgirl-type-infatuation and post-kiss-adrenaline the weird, cruel excitement of the night. 

You kissed him. You kissed Sebastian. You. Fucking. Did it. 

The rest can be worried about tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. Maybe even never, because you are absolutely going to avoid everyone and move in with the wizard instead, living in isolation for the rest of your life. But for now. You swing your feet and giggle like a twelve-year-old and replay the kiss in your head. Over and over. Like a sleep aid. You fucking did it.

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[nyxiswrites1200]

Could you maybe do a guilty pleasure Sebastian (or Elliot) post? I’m not sure I have any specific ideas in mind. I really like slight possessiveness (not outright yandere) so maybe something like whoever you chose getting jealous of another bachelor/ette getting attention from the farmer and being a bit possessive of them? Lots of “you’re mine and I hope you know it” and giving hickies to mark territory type stuff. I also would like you to just have fun with it, you know? I’d like you to enjoy the writing process too, I know how much it sucks to not have ideas to write. Indulge yourself :)

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔"

AAAAA I didn't expect someone to respond so fast?? But I literally love this <33 Indulge I will, love. I hope you enjoy it <3

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Sebastian x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, OOC(??), Jealousy, Possessive bf, Established Relationship, Oral sex, PDA, Marking/Hickeys, Praise, Aftercare

Mentions: Reader enjoying coffee/hot chocolate, Sam (Stardew), drinking/alcohol, Use of nicknames (Precious, Sebby)

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Sebastian was always an amazing lover. Ever since you two started dating in Pelican Town, he was rough around the edges at first, but that seemed to be just your thing. 

The saloon was bustling with activity tonight. You and Sam were playing pool in the corner while Sebastian refilled his drink. Sam had missed the ball by a long shot, tripping onto the pool table. You couldn't help but laugh as you went over and helped him compose himself. 

Sam chuckled in response to his idiocy and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. The interaction was so simple and innocent, yet it had Sebastian overtaken with a burning sense of jealousy from across the bar. Maybe it wouldn't bother him so much if you weren't so open and nice with Sam, even if he is his best friend. 

When Sebastian returned, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist as he kissed you deeply. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue as he searched your mouth. You gasped softly into his mouth, and his grip on your waist tightened. When he finally pulled away for a breath, you spoke with a pant. “What was that for-” you asked curiously, but Sebastian just shrugs. 

The night went on, and Sebastian seemed more aloof than usual, which had you concerned. Along with the passing glares and the clingy antics. Eventually, everyone was starting to head home for the night. Despite Sebastian's feelings, he still took your hand as you two began to walk back home. 

“Sebby, what's wrong with you?” You ask, genuinely concerned. “Mm…you know you belong to me, right?” He rasps as he stops walking and drags you close to him. Chest to chest as he meets your gaze. 

Oh so that's what this was, he was jealous.

“Ah- of course, I'm all yours” you respond reassuringly, but it was also completely honest. 

Sebastian cracked a bit of a smile at that, and it seemed to do him in until you two made it back home. He wasn't much for public inquiries and while your words did mean something. He needed a different type of relief from this situation.

As soon as the door shut behind you both, Sebastian dropped onto the couch and pulled you into his lap. 

“Sebby-” you tried to inquire, but were cut off by a small gasp as he began kissing your neck, his hands firmly holding your hips. 

“Why you gotta be so fucking charming, huh?” He growled as he pulled you in closer. He began roughly sucking on your neck as he groaned in content. 

“What are you talking about?” You struggle to get out as you tangle your hands in his messy hair. But you knew how jealous he got. How possessive he was over you—he wanted the most of your attention. 

“Sam. Always being so fucking nice to everyone and letting him touch you…” he sighed against your neck, his lips moving to another spot. “Guess I'm gonna have to mark this pretty neck as mine; mark you as mine.” He rasped. 

Sebastian sucked on your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys in the wake of his lips. You didn't mind at all. If anything, his possessive attitude had you grinding your hips into his crotch. Seeing the obvious tent start to form in his pants. 

“Yes, please baby~ I'm all yours, you know that” you reassure as a moan leaves your lips. “Good” he responds softly. 

“On your knees, my precious” he asks rather gently. You slide off his lap and onto the floor, sitting on your knees in front of him. You lay your head on his thigh as you reach and free his aching cock from its restraints. 

“So good for me, all fucking mine” he says, placing a hand on the back of your head as he urges you to fill your mouth with him. You have no problems with it. 

You take all of him down your throat with a gag, his long, pretty length with a distinct vein down the underside. It had you gagging already. 

You began sucking on his cock, drool slipping down his shaft and onto his balls as you moaned onto him. 

Sebastian let out moans and grunts; eventually, he pushed your head down and held you there. “So good for me, choking on my cock. You belong to me, you're my precious little thing and I won't let anyone else have you.” he held the back of your head as he began fucking into your mouth, using you to get himself off.

You felt tears threaten to spill from the feeling of gagging on him, but a soothing rub to the back of your head reassured you from his end. 

“Don't cry, precious. Just showing this pretty mouth who it belongs to.” 

That sentence alone had your tight and aroused hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. A part of you wishes he'd just bent you over on the pool table in the saloon and fucked you senseless. Oh god, your thoughts were awful. 

It doesn't take long for Sebastian to become a moaning mess, his cock twitching as he gets close to release. 

He pulls out of your mouth, and you lick up the underside of his cock as you look up at him. “Fuck…finish me off, let me cum on your face. Show you who you belong to” he groans. 

You wrap your hand around his cock as you continue to edge him closer to his release. Your tongue slips over that prominent vein again, causing your boyfriend to moan. 

“I'm gonna cum, precious-” he groans before a deep moan leaves him as he cums onto your face. You swallow what you can manage. 

Sebastian panted as he looked down at you. Neck covering his purple-ish marks, your face splattered with his cum, and eyes teary from him fucking your throat. 

“Good” he praised “I love you, precious” he smiled as he cupped your cheek “I love you too” you smiled. 

Sebastian took extra care to bathe with you and make you coffee/hot chocolate in the morning. Kissing you softly as he praised you. You definitely don't mind being his. 

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[lurvly-malice]

"I wish I could've realised sooner that I loved you"

pairing: Sebastian X GN!Reader (no gendered terms used x)

summary: Just sebastian reflecting on his experience with the farmer and realising a little too late about his feelings for them

warnings: a little angsty but not really

A/N: first fic uploaded here! I saw the prompt on Pinterest "I wish I could've realised sooner that I loved you" and just wanted to write this so pls be nice or I'll bite x

He remembers the buzz that spread through Pelican Town about a new farmer coming to town. The excitement didn't grip him like it did the others. Instead, he just thought, 'Why the hell would anyone move to this shithole?'. But then came the day when you first crossed paths with him—or rather, when you sought him out, you sought everyone out, eager to make friends. You approached him with a bright look in your eye he couldn't reciprocate at the time. You asked questions, so many questions, though he didn't always bother with full answers. Yet, you didn't seem to mind, simply smiling in response.

In fact, you seemed to seek him out persistently, showing up wherever he happened to be. He couldn't help but wonder, 'Who the hell would want to hang out with me so much?' And hang around you did—always, it seemed. He had to give you credit for your persistence. It never occurred to him that you sought him out specifically, remembering every little detail he let slip during your conversations. Heck, he couldn't even recall half the things he shared with you. Conversation had never been his strong suit, especially not with someone new. It was just another trivial aspect of this mundane town.

And then, there were the gifts. Those moments when you'd approach him with that smile, hands hidden behind your back as you presented a small trinket, like a frozen tear he offhandedly mentioned he thought looked cool—a token of your affection. He didn't usually receive gifts, except from his mom or Sam on his birthday and Christmas. He never really cared for them either. It was a gesture that caught him off guard, and yet here you were, offering him one on a random day for no apparent reason. Little did he realize then how commonplace such acts would become, or how often you thought of him, or how much thought and care you put into each token you gave him, but he did always make sure to be careful when handling your gifts. And he had to admit, a small smile would tuck at the corners of his lips every time he looked at them, not knowing how much he would begin to treasure them. He had to admit, it was nice, you were nice.

You were an awfully good listener, and even better at making him talk, which was irritating. Given that you always talked to him, he supposed you rubbed off on him, it just seemed easier to talk about things with you. He wished he'd listened to those details more in the beginning, perhaps even given you gifts of the things you said you liked. It turned out he didn't mind listening to you; he actually enjoyed it. He remembers a lot of it, like how you wished you played the keyboard as well as him, and how he offered to teach you, light-heartedly but never did. He wished he did now.

He remembers how he got annoyed whenever you initially tried to talk to him, thinking you were just dragging on the conversation for the sake of it. That turned to confusion when you didn't let up, even after settling into town. He never thought those would turn out to be the favourite parts of the day, or that he would be the one seeking you out. He can't believe he used to be annoyed by it. Even worse, he can't believe how much he would miss it when you two would talk alone, at night, where he knew only you heard the things he told you. When he knew how much you heard him and saw him. How you always smiled and never laughed at him or judged him for wanting to leave this town or be alone.

Nobody saw him the way you did.

He noticed you smiled a lot. Who wouldn't, he thinks, with a smile like that? He doesn't know how he didn't realize it sooner, but seeing your smile so often left the image permanently scored in his brain. The corners of your eyes would crease, and you would tilt your head slightly. Such a stark contrast to him. Oh, he rarely smiled, not because he was sad, he just didn't find many things worth smiling for, which you often rolled your eyes at. He remembers how you called his smile nice and that he should do it more, but he didn't think he would. Oh no, he was not like you.

You smiled at everything, the little things and the big things and the things he found annoying. So much so, he even began to notice how you had so many different smiles. The one where you were happy, when you were excited, sarcastic, the big ones, the small ones, the forced ones, even when you were actually mad or sad or nervous. Even if it was just through your eyes, each subtly different, but he learned to notice. He had never noticed back then how the smile you showed him was different from the ones you gave everyone else. Until they weren't.

And he never thought the day would come when he wished you'd only smile for him

He never imagined you actually liked him. Yes you were nice, you were lovely, in fact, but you were like that with everyone. He never really paid much mind to the way you blushed when asking him to dance with you at the flower dance. That stupid dance Mayor Lewis insisted on having that bored him to tears. He remembers at the time thinking he would've wanted to dance with Abigail if he had to, but now he can't believe he said no to you. How could he have said no to you? He thinks he would mind if you asked again, to dance with you.

In fact, he doesn't think he'd mind a lot of things now that you were here. He stopped feeling so sick of Pelican Town, for one. He thinks he could stay, maybe on your farm. And he visited much more than he ever thought he would.

But now he notices how the smile you give him now is different than before. A subtle difference, but he could never forget it now. Now you gave him the smile you gave everyone else, just now noting they were different - warmer.

He wanted to go back.

Now he notices how you don't actively track him down the way you used to, thinking he’d hear you knock on his door the way you always did, at the time you alwasy did, and he finds himself wanting to do the same to you.

He doesn't know if he's being dramatic at first, but when you don't ask him to dance with you at the flower dance, his heart sinks a little. He thought to ask you, perhaps, since you were friends now. Yes, you were friends now, one of his closest friends.

Oh, but then you asked Sam next to him, and you laughed, saying 'it would be fun.' And then his heart doesn't only sink but full on plummets to his stomach.

You're right, it would be fun, Sebastian thinks. But the feeling of watching you dance with somebody else made him want to throw up, and he didn't know why…

Until he did. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he did. How embarrassing, he thinks - he wished he realised he had fallen for you sooner, before you fell out of love with him.

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[malimomo]

when he says i love you

stardew valley bachelors x gn!farmer

nsfw

summary: caught up in an intimate moment, your favorite stardew valley bachelor tells you how he truly feels.

Harvey

His emotions getting the better of him, Harvey whispered those words while you two were making love on a patient bed in the clinic (after hours).

You two were doing it missionary style, where he was hovering himself over you, his face clearly showing how much he was enjoying the love making—and you.

The town doctor loves you, and didn’t even realize he said it out loud.

Sam

Sam forgot that his parents were home when you started going down on him.

With your pretty face staring up at him and luscious lips around his dick, his eyes were closed as he slowly brought your face closer, putting more of him in your mouth.

When his length reached down your throat, he whimpered out “I love you” and then strings of praises at how such a good partner you are when it came to pleasing him.

Alex

You two were on your farm gazing up at the stars. The sky was clear and the moon illuminated your body, which Alex praised.

He was busy taking you in his mouth, slurping out all of what he can of you. He desperately wanted more and asked if you even a little bit left inside.

When you said no, Alex pouted and went back to the wet mess in between your legs. “You’re lucky I love you.” He mumbled after giving you one last lick.

Shane

Both of you were feeling very lazy that night.

After a meal of microwavable pizza and a bottle of cranberry juice, you and Shane were nestled in blankets on your floor in your living room watching TV. A commercial break lead to both of having lazy sex on the blankets.

The sex was slow, for both of you didn’t want to have tummy-aches from dinner. With each slow thrust he made into you, your body screamed pleasure. When you started grasping the blankets, Shane pulled you closer to him and whispered, “I love you” before making you come.

Sebastian

Your basement boyfriend was busy on the phone with a client, which was odd because he insisted on emails for communication. Unfortunately, this was a rare case.

Chuckling in a formal tone to the customer, Sebastian waved your head aside when you moved to face him, went on your knees, and started groping the bulge in front of his pants.

It didn’t take long for him to tell the customer that he had to address an issue and immediately stuff your hand down his pants to feel his growing erection.

“You’re lucky I love you.” After that he fucked your face senseless.

Elliott

Precious Elliott. So caring, so loving, found beauty in life. You didn’t expect him to find you as the most beautiful creature to grace his world.

You and Elliott were at the library, tucked away in a corner kissing each other. Reading through the dictionary burnt your brains so you decided to read each other’s minds. It turned out that both of you had public sex on your bucket list.

As you two held back moans of pleasure, Elliott grabbed your neck and put his mouth next to your ear. He bit the lobe and whispered, “I love you, dove.”

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[thebelugawhalefriend]

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

[aiethereal-xx]

🐸 + sebastian + struck by lightning- sara kays/cavetown

a / n : tysm for the request :D i wrote this whole thing and accidentally deleted it while trying to ctrl+z so enjoy version 2.0 lmao

sebastian x reader • gn reader • 350 words

©eris2022 || masterlist

sebastian wanted to be alone.

he didn't get worked up like this very often, but sometimes everything just got to be too much.

little grievances piled up, like losing his headphones last week, or abigail joking that he should get a real job, or his latest client being all rude and pushy, and he just- snapped.

normally, when he needed to get away, he'd have a smoke by the lake, but today the fall rain had reared its head and he was left laying in the mud, cigarette-less, his favourite hoodie soaking in dirt.

and when he heard the squelch of boots on wet grass to his right, he wanted to scream.

so much for being alone.

there was a scuffle, and it went quiet for a second before soft footsteps began to approach him. he kept his eyes closed. the townsfolk could judge all they wanted; sebastian was not budging.

he felt a gentle kick on his arm. "sebastian," a voice whispered, the sound somehow carrying over the rain. "look what i found."

his eyes snapped open and he was greeted by the farmer's wide grin bent over him. their hands were cupped in front of them, and he sat up as they knelt, opening their hands slightly.

a frog popped its head out of the farmer's hands, and he laughed at the unadulterated glee on their face.

"their name's bartholemew," they said, as if this was a perfectly normal name. "and they're a licensed therapist, so if you wanna talk-"

suddenly, their face was illuminated by a strike of lightning. startled, bartholemew leapt out of their hands and into the lake.

"no therapy for me, then," he joked, but his chest tightened he saw their crestfallen expression. suddenly, nothing seemed more important than getting that look off their face. "there must be other therapist frogs around here. we can look together."

warmth tingled through his veins as they perked up, jumping to their feet and offering him a hand.

sebastian wanted to be alone, but with the farmer's hand in his, maybe he could make an exception.

send a character + an emoji + a song !

#sebastian x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #sebastian stardew valley #sdv sebastian #stardew valley #stardew valley fluff #stardew valley drabbles #sdv fluff #sdv drabbles #game.xx

[impixx]

hi! can i request a sebastian x gn!reader (they/them) fluff, where the reader has been there for a few seasons and is part of the friend group with seb, sam, and abby, and whenever it rains the reader goes into the mines? and like sebastian usually sees the reader walking home when he’s coming back from the docks and the reader is almost always hurt to a certain degree. but one day he sees them looking worse than normal and confronts them about the dangers of the mine, and is shocked or worried when he finds out they’ve almost reached the bottom. and maybe as he’s grilling them for going so deep just for some ores, the reader admits it’s because they’re looking for obsidian since it’s one of his favorite stones/items? (i might have written too much lol) if the injury stuff counts as too much gore feel free to ignore :)

Obsidian

Sebastian x gn!reader

word count: about 2k

a/n: I literally love this request so much man! thank you for your patience I know this took a very long time, and I apologize for that! Hope you enjoy :)

warnings: description of minor/moderate injuries

Sebastian has always had a special adoration for rainy days. The smell that fills the town before the first drops begin to fall, the sound of pattering rain as it hits the ground, the beauty of the bleak gray clouds; he loves every part of the rain. But his favorite part of rainy days is the atmosphere. Normally Pelican Town is bustling with energy, the villagers all going about their days as they enjoy the sunshine. On rainy days, though, everything calms down. Most people who don’t have to work stay inside of their homes, taking a day to relax inside. Even the saloon seems barren, with only a few people showing up in the pouring rain. Every time it rains Sebastian will leave his house to enjoy the weather, sometimes visiting the quiet saloon, but normally opting to visit the docks and gaze out at the ocean as the water ripples with each tiny droplet of rain.

For a farmer like yourself, rain normally equals a day of productivity. Before you got sprinklers to automatically water your crops, each morning you would have to go out and water each and every plant by hand. However, when a rainy day would come you’d be relieved of watering duty, leaving time to get some extra work done. Whether it be fishing, or decorating, or clearing out the rubble around the farm, rain always gave you a chance to get work done. However, once you got sprinklers you could do that every day. So the next time a rainy day came by you decided to start going deeper into the mines.

After that, every time Sebastian would come home at the end of a rainy day he would see you going the opposite way after a long day of mining and fighting. You’d always be littered with little cuts and bruises, but nothing too serious. He had snuck into the mines a few times, so he knew a little about the dangers of the mines himself. The first time he saw you hurt he cornered you behind his house to investigate.

“What happened to you?” He asked, eyebrow quirked.

“A duggy snuck up on me, it’s nothin’ too bad,” you answered, brushing him off as you wiped some blood off your leg with a handkerchief. “It was my own fault, it was dark and I got cocky, didn’t check where I was stepping very closely.”

He shook his head in disapproval, crossing his arms across his chest. “You really shouldn’t be going in there alone. It’s dangerous. You know you could ask me, or Sam, or Abigail to come with. Safety in numbers, or whatever they say.”

You scoff lightheartedly, giving him a pointed look. “Did you not just get cut by a rock crab a few days ago after going in alone?”

Sebastian opened his mouth to defend himself, but found nothing to say and instead pointed at you with a saying. “Touché.”

“Either way, I’m fine, Seb,” you reassured him. “It’s nothing serious. Just needs a few bandaids and I’ll be back to normal.”

He reluctantly let it go, shaking his head once more before smiling down at you. “Alright, just be careful. And call me if you ever get in trouble alright?”

“Alright,” you agreed. The two of you then went on your separate ways and went to bed for the night.

After that night he kept on seeing you as you walked home on those rainy nights, but he didn’t say anything, knowing you’re strong enough to take care of yourself. Sometimes while you hung out with Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail you’d wear shorts and a tank top in the summer, letting him see the little scars that had formed from your accidents in the mine. He wanted to say something again, but what was there to say? At that time it hadn’t rained in a few weeks, so all of your injuries had healed, and even if they weren’t, they were only minor. So he ignored it, letting you do your thing as long as you weren’t getting too hurt.

It’s been almost a year since the first time that Sebastian caught you leaving the mines, and you had made a lot of progress. You could tell you were reaching the end as the temperatures rose and lava began to appear, making you wonder how deep in the ground you really were. Knowing how close you were getting filled you with excitement, and you began acting with a little less care than usual.

You find yourself surrounded by dark, creepy monsters that you’ve never even heard of before, ducking behind rocks to avoid their attacks. As you scan the cave in search of the ladder you had come in through, a colorful sparkle catches your eye. You let your eyes adjust in the darkness for a moment and quickly realize what’s in front of you. On the ground a rainbow geode lays cracked down the middle into two pieces, revealing a gorgeous black center. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest as you realize what’s in it. Obsidian. The very thing that you had been searching for for ages. Sebastian had mentioned in passing once that he absolutely loved obsidian, and since that day it had been your mission to find it during your trips into the mines.

You waste no time, leaping out from behind your rock and bolting over to the stone. The monsters quickly follow suit, croaking as they clamber to get to you. You pick up the stone and shove it into your satchel before turning to run. You skillfully dodge an attack from a particularly vicious slime before taking out your sword, injuring a few of the creatures to slow them down enough for you to slip out. In your desperate run to the ladder you take quite a few good hits, the pain making your head spin. Your hands grip the rungs of the ladder as you begin to hoist yourself up, but before you can get far you’re knocked to the ground by a shadowy figure, your head hitting the ground as you scream out. The figure approaches quickly, lifting its arms to attack, but is killed before it can finish you off.

Through your blurry vision you see Marlon, covered in monster blood with a few nicks and scrapes of his own, racing to your side. “Come on, we gotta get out of here,” he urges, scooping you up into his arms and making his way up the ladder.

“Help, I need help over here!” Marlon shouts as he exits the mines, your limp body in his arms as he struggles to keep you conscious. “Stay with me, kid, we’re gonna get you some help.”

Through the haze of your spinning mind you see two men running over, shouting panicked words that sound like gibberish to you.

“Oh, shit!” You hear Sebastian’s familiar voice approaching as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “What happened?!”

Within seconds he’s by your side, his arms wrapping around you as he takes some of the burden from Marlon.

“I heard her shouting down deep while I was mining, those damn Shadow Brutes got her good,” Marlon explains quickly, adjusting his grip before addressing Linus, who had also come to help. “Go get Harvey, quick, tell him we’ll meet him at the office!”

“Hey, Look at me, look at me. It’s gonna be alright, okay? Just- just stay awake for me. We’re gonna get you to Harvey and he’s gonna fix you up,” Sebastian pleads, his voice flooded with worry.

His soft voice is the last thing you hear before your vision goes dark.

An annoying, steady beep stirs you awake with a groan. It can’t be time to get up already. Your eyes flutter open, expecting to see the wooden wall of your cabin and instead being met with a white tile ceiling decorated with fluorescent lights. You blink a few times in confusion before you quickly sit up, the beeping speeding up as you realize you don’t know where you are.

“Woah, easy now,” Harvey’s voice lulls as he gently places his hands on your shoulders, keeping you from jumping up. “You’re at the hospital, you’re safe.” Once confident that you aren’t going to leap out of the hospital bed Harvey slowly removes his hands and steps back. “You got a real nasty beating from those cave monsters. You’re quite lucky Marlon was there to save you. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, I think… How bad is it?” You croak out after a few moments of silence, bringing a hand up to wipe the sleep from your eyes.

“You lost some blood, I had to stitch you up in a few places, and I'm fairly certain you got a concussion. But nothing that a little time and rest won’t fix,” Harley smiles, exhaling a relieved sigh as he works on removing your iv and heart monitor. Once finished, he speaks up, “there’s someone in the waiting room for you. I’ll go let him know you’re awake.”

Your mind is so foggy you barely notice Sebastian walking in. He’s wearing his classic black ripped jeans and hoodie combo, his long hair slightly more disheveled than usual and the normally light bags under his eyes have gone a few shades darker. He looks exhausted.

“You look like shit,” you joke, offering a lighthearted grin.

Sebastian scoffs as he sits in the chair next to your bed. “Says you.”

“Touché.”

The man lets out a deep sigh before looking up at you, revealing his watery red eyes. “I thought you said you’d be more careful.” He tries to keep his voice steady, but can’t help the slight crack in his words that betrays him. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

The realization that he’s been crying in the waiting room over you sends a pang of guilt through your chest. “I was. Or, well, I tried to be… But I was getting so close to the end, I guess I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“What’s down there that’s so important you’d risk your life for it?” He asks quietly, staring at you with sad eyes.

At his words you remember exactly what had landed you in this situation. You remember the geode filled with obsidian that you had risked your life to get. “Oh shit,” you panic, sitting up off the pillows and trying to stand up and look around. “Where is it? Where’s my bag?”

Within an instant Sebastian is at your side, taking your arms in his hands and gently leading you back down. “It’s here, I’ll get it. Just sit back down.” He looks you over before he moves, making sure you aren’t going to bolt up as soon as he lets go. He sighs then as he goes and grabs your bag before handing it to you. “Jeez, that things heavy.”

You reach in feverishly but relax when your fingers find the cold stone, wrapping around it as you pull it out. “I remember you said how you love obsidian one time and I saw this and I… I had to get it.” You admit, avoiding his eyes under his intense stare.

“You almost died just to give me a stone?”

A pit forms in your stomach at his tone of voice. “Do you… not like it?”

He sighs again and leans down to take both of your hands in his own. “Of course I do. I love it. But… but I love you more than any old stone. Having you alive and here with me is the best gift I’ve ever been given.”

Heat floods to your cheeks as your stomach fills with butterflies. His gaze is sincere and filled with something you had never seen before. A warmth that had never dared to come to light. Love. He’s staring at you with love in his eyes.

Unable to find the words to say, you reach out and pull him into a hug, hands coming to rest on his back as you rest your head against his shoulder. He relaxes into the gesture, his arms wrapping around your torso. “I love you too, Sebastian.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv sebastian #bachelors x reader

[magicaltickles]

Stardew Valley Tickle Hcs part 2!

Harvey edition!

Firstly, thank you everyone for the support on my other hcs! You can check out my ones for Elliott here and Abigail, Sam, and Sebastian here

Pairing is Harvey x gn!farmer

Tags: @shyleereading

- Harvey is a lee leaning switch in my mind, who definitely knows a lot of the sciencey parts about tickling and will infodump about it if you'd like

- Rarely lers, only really does it if you want him to. At least on purpose

- If you're having a check-up, he'd do the doctor thing of checking your belly and give you a little tickle to see your smile. Harvey is very wholesome about it, saying he just wanted to see that smile if you ask about it <3

- His only real flustering tactic, as mentioned before, is telling you all the facts about tickling. Why we react the way we do, why we're ticklish in certain areas, the positives of tickling and being tickled. And he'll make sure to say "tickle" as much as possible, especially if you get flustered from the word itself

- Such a cute, sweet lee

- Pudgy Harvey supremacy, has a squishy belly to poke at (his worst spot but shhh)

- Loves softer tickles more than anything. Shyly hopes you'll tickle him when you cuddle

- Tickle him while he's talking about his planes <3 and sleepy early morning tickles too

- I'm sorry these aren't as good I don't interact w Harvey as much 😭😭

If you have any requests, feel free to send in an ask!! I also do genshin impact, honkai star rail, and bungo stray dogs!

#og posts #sfw tickling #tickle #tickle fic #tickle hcs #stardew valley tickle #sdv tickle #harvey tickle #harvey x farmer #stardew valley harvey

[panickingpansexuality]

I Can't Leave You Part 2.

Part 1

Elliot x GN! Reader

Mentions of Divorce

Suspected cheating (no actual cheating)

The room was horribly still, neither of them spoke for a moment until Elliot could bear the silence no longer, with a careful step forward he spoke:

"Darling…(y/n).."

"I'll sign them.." (y/n)s voice was small and broken. "If this is what you want then.."

"What?" Elliot breathed out "No." Elliot said firmly, he walked over to them and ripped the papers from their hands, they fell to the floor, Elliot put his hands on his partners shoulders gently.

"Let me go." (Y/n) stated, their voice regaining its strength. "You're not happy with me so I'm not going to beg you to stay."

"No, no baby, (y/n), my love, listen to me I'm an idiot ok? I love you."

"No you don't." (Y/n) said as they started crying, they turned their face from his and struggled from his grasp.

"I do." He said, begging them to believe him.

"No you don't!" They sobbed out.

Elliot let their shoulders go and pulled them close, hanging onto them as tight as he could.

(y/n) struggled against him, "If you loved me you wouldn't have signed them! Now let me go!"

"No!" Elliot said. "I'm not divorcing you, I'm not leaving you and I'm not letting you sign those damn papers."

"But you're the one who signed them first!" (Y/n) yelled, their body gave out and their knees crumbled beneath them, Elliot gently lowered them both to the floor, they leaned against the bed frame for support.

"I'm sorry," Elliot said crying. "Oh Yoba, I'm so sorry (y/n)."

His grip was nonetheless looser and (y/n) struggled against him.

"You complete jerk!" (Y/n) said against him.

"I know," Elliot said crying, "(Y/n) please forgive me." 

Finally (y/n) broke free of his grip and stood, Elliot stood with them worried they'd snatch the papers up and sign them.

"I was throwing them away." Elliot said, "I only signed the first page, nothing else."

"You had a reason to sign the first page." (Y/n) said coldly.

"But I had a reason to not sign the other pages." Elliot countered.

"I love you, I mean that, please, I can't loose you."

(Y/n) moved past him, straight to the door and this time Elliot didn't stop them, he let them go as the door closed, it didn't bang shut but the click still echoed around the house.

(Y/n) went to Marus and Sebastian's place, their parents thankfully didn't ask questions, but they knew that the two of them would and to make matters worse Sam was in the basement so he of course came up to see what was happening.

After (y/n) explained to them what happened in the basement the four of them were quiet for a moment.

"I'll go get some tea," Maru said getting up. 

"Ya know I think I'll help." Sam said getting up.

Which left Sebastian and (y/n) alone in the basement.

"Do you need a hug?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah." (Y/n) said nodding. 

Sebastian sat next to them on the couch and pulled them close, letting (y/n) cry into them.

"That man's got to be the stupidest and luckiest son of a bitch I know." Sebastian said 

"What?" (Y/n) said breaking the hug.

"He signed them, you found them, he begged you not to sign them, and you didn't. That's luck."

"No," (y/n) said, wiping their eyes, "it just means I'm the stupid one."

"No," Sebastian sighed, "you're just in love."

"How could he do this?" (Y/n) said shaking their head. "What did I do so wrong?"

They sniffled and looked over at Sebastian who gave them a tissue.

"You know him." (Y/n) said, "I mean have you heard anything at the Saloon?"

Sebastian thought for a moment, a few times he had heard Elliot drunkly ask Leah if he married the right person or how to know if someone still loved them.

"I think he thinks you don't love him." Sebastian said calmly.

"What?" (Y/n) gasped out, "I mean we've been distant the past couple of months but it's something that happens to people it doesn't mean it's permanent."

"It's just what I heard him talking to Leah about."

(Y/n) let out a sob and Maru came running down the stairs, she knelt down by her friend and grasped their hands.

"What if he wants to marry her instead." (Y/n) cried, "Oh my Yoba I knew it." 

"No," Maru said gently, "No it's not that sweetie."

"What?" Sebastian asked.

Maru sighed looking over at her brother for a quick moment:

"When they were engaged, (y/n) wondered if they should've let Elliot date and marry Leah instead, because they thought…"

The words didn't need to be said.

Sebastian wanted to comfort them and say: "That isn't true," or "He loves you like loves an addiction" or whatever crappy poetic thing he could say but…but it was possible at this moment it was entirely possible.

(Y/n) shook their head and whipped the tears away.

"I need to go sign those papers, he'll be happier without someone like me."

"MARU!" Sam yelled nervously, "CAN YOU COME UP HERE PLEASE?!"

Maru ran up the stairs as she ran Sebastian turned to (y/n) and carefully moved his left hand to wipe a stray tear on their cheek.

"Listen to me, you are the greatest thing that's happened to that man and if he can't see that, it's his fault (y/n) it has nothing to do with you. Understand?"

They nodded, they took Sebastian's hand into both of theirs and gently removed it from their face, and started to cry again;

"Yoba, Sebastian, you're such a wonderful friend."

Meanwhile Elliot was pacing the house, he felt like he was losing them and it was all his fault. There had to be something he could do, but it would take a miracle for him to figure out what. 

There was a knock on the door and he ran to answer it, hoping that it was (y/n), his heart leapt for joy but when opened the door it plummeted: Leah was there with a basket of deserts from the bakery.

One look at her friend and Leah let herself in.

"What happened?" She asked, pulling the hood of her yellow raincoat down. 

"Where's (y/n)?"

Elliot started to cry and Leah looked around the room and saw a paper packet in the threshold of the bedroom and living room, she walked forward and picked it up. When she read it she looked between Elliot and the packet, then walked to the fire and threw it in.

"Why?" She asked.

"I don't know." He sobbed out, "I'm an idiot Leah, please, please tell me how I can make this better."

Leah sighed and took a seat at the table, she thought for a moment, Elliot was completely tired so he took a seat on the couch, the farmers scent surrounded him an instant.

"You need to go to them." Leah stated, "Where did they go?"

For a moment Elliot fought with himself, thinking of all the places they could currently go to, without another word Elliot went out the door, the day before it had rained pretty heavily the day before leaving a decent amount of mud which was perfect because it left his partners fresh prints in the mud telling where they were. Leah followed running to catch up with him.

"Do you have any idea what you're going to say to them?" She asked

"I'm gonna beg," he said, "on my knees if I have to."

"You need to explain to her that you still love them."

"I'll do more than that." He said.

He would, he'd tell them it was all a mistake that he would spend every waking moment trying to make it up to them.

Elliot arrived at Robin's nearly soaked through his jacket, beside him Leah was mostly dry under hers, he looked over nervously at his friend.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Sebastian has a crush on (y/n) and if he's here with her..he could have convinced her to sign the documents."

Leah replied softly: "That's just the chance you're going to need to take then." 

Elliot turned back to the door knowing she was right and knocked and waited, the curtain opened and revealed Sam peaking through the window, he let the curtain close and from behind the door he could hear muffled voices, at first they were quiet then they grew into an argument that Elliot had a good feeling was about him.

Robin answered the door, Sam and Maru behind her, Maru glaring at him and Sam looking like he was going to die if he held in his laughter anymore. 

Robin looked him up and down, arms crossed refusing to say a thing.

"I know I messed up." Elliot said, "Please if they're here let me see them." 

"Why?" Maru asked behind Robin who still wasn't speaking she was continuing to look at him with cold eyes.

"I love them." Elliot said, "It was a mistake to even consider a divorce I can't function properly without them."

Robin held up her hand as Maru made a move to speak again.

"We've been distant lately and I thought that they didn't love me anymore and..I figured that maybe it was time maybe we ran our course but I realized that we're not the love that fizzes out, at least I don't want us to be."

Robin sighed, she looked beside her and Elliot saw Demetrius, he gave his wife a soft look and she nodded.

"I'll ask if she wants to talk to you." She left the doorway open, Demetrius let him and Leah in, Sam greeted her warmly but Maru looked stiff with her greeting, Elliot didn't try his luck to move any further than the doorway.

Downstairs Sebastian was holding onto (y/n) tightly, they laid back on the couch, the farmer nearly asleep after a near thirty minutes of crying.

 Sebastian wouldn't lie he had a crush on the farmer for a long time, before they got married to Elliot and he hated the small part of him that hoped the divorce would go through. 

"I need to go home." (Y/n) said getting up.

"Do you really want to right now?" Sebastian asked.

"It's my house, if he doesn't want to be there then he can go back to his place on the beach."

Sebastian smiled at them.

"I'll go with you." He said getting up, there was a knock on the door and Robin came in.

"Hey (y/n), Elliot wants to talk to you."

"He came here?" (Y/n) asked.

Robin nodded and Sebastian's face hardened slightly, enough for his mother to notice but not for (y/n) to notice.

The three went upstairs, Robin and Sebastian first, Sebastian's hand entangled with (y/n)s as a supportive gesture, Robin and Sebastian stood in front of the farmer just enough for (y/n) to be guarded in case they wanted to go back down. Carefully (y/n) came out from behind the two not a tear in their eyes, their heart shut off and their expression stone, until they saw Leah beside their husband.

"Get your hand off of my spouse!" Elliot growled out.

Sebastian pulled (y/n) closer glaring at the writer.

"Funny thing for you to say when you've brought her here."

Leah looked up and down at Sebastian unsure of what he was referring to.

"You're leaving me for her aren't you?" (Y/n) asked their voice wobbly.

"Hell no," Leah answered in time with Elliots rushed "Absolutely not!"

"I'm gay (y/n), Elliot's just a friend I swear."

"Oh," (y)n said nervously, they rubbed the back of their neck and felt their face heating up, they sighed and turned to their husband.

"Sebastian." Elliot said annoyed. "Now do me a favor and let go of my spouse" 

Sebastian looked down at (y/n) who let go of his hand, he held on a moment longer before walking back to the basement.

"Do you want to go outside to talk or somewhere else?" (Y/n) asked.

"Nah, here's a perfect place." Sam said from his place on the wall, Demetrius sent him a glare and the man's smirk dimmed slightly.

"We'll be in the kitchen if you need us." Robin said, dragging Sam by the back of his jacket, the rest of them followed.

"(Y/n) I…" Elliots voice failed him, he took a breath then spoke again:

"I understand if you want to leave me especially if you've found a connection with Sebastian but if there's still a chance.." 

"Tell me how I can take you home." He pleaded.

(Y/n) looked shocked for a moment to even think of something going on with Sebastian was impossible (at least in their mind) taking a deep breath they began to speak:

"Sebastian and I are nothing more than friends so get the thought of me loving anyone else out of your head. 

Now, why did you want to divorce me?" The cold in their voice broke Elliots heart a little more than it already was.

"I thought..I thought we didn't love each other anymore and that maybe we had just run our course."

"But I was wrong, (y/n) I love you, I've loved since the moment I saw you on the beach and I understand if my actions are unforgivable," tears were starting to fill Elliots' eyes, he took a breath to try and stop them.

"But I will love you for the rest of my life and I will devote everyday to making it up to you, you're my muse, my world, the reason I can write, that I can function."

The tears were falling freely now.

"Please just let me prove it to you."

(Y/n) stepped forward tears ready to fall and to distract him from them they leaned and kissed him, Elliot wrapped his arms around kissed them like it was the last time, their hearts full and the spark that was thought to be dimmed grew once more and it refused to be sniffed out, Elliot felt one of (y/n)s hand that was on his shoulder moved up into his hair it gripped the back of his hair in the roots and he groaned into the kiss, they broke for air, Elliot going back in for breathless pecks.

"Elliot," (y/n) breathed

Elliot hummed in acknowledgement and kissed their cheek.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you." They said.

"I know," Elliot said quieter, the kisses slowing. "It also means if I even think about leaving you that you'll leave me in the mines."

(Y/n) chuckled and pulled away, Elliot rested his forehead on theirs, terrified to let them go.

"It may be a while before I can trust us again."

Pain registered on Elliots' face but he nodded, 

"I'll do what I can to earn it back." 

"Good," (y/n) said, "Don't make me regret it."

"Never." Elliot said, grabbing their other hand and placing a kiss on it. 

They went home and went straight to bed, (y/n) waiting until Elliot was asleep before curling up to him, they released a sigh of relief gently holding his hand with their own, grateful that he was staying because at the moment (y/n) didn't believe that they had the strength to leave him either.

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[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Winner winner

Sebastian x gn!Reader

Sorry this is so short!

It was another Friday night at the Stardrop Saloon. Your group of friends in the game room as usual, you running late due to tending your crops and animals, time just got away from you. You’re sprinting as to not be too late, knowing they probably ordered your usual drink and pizza most likely. You rush in, panting a bit, people turn to look at you and you greet and wave as you pass people by, joining your group. You walk in to see Sam damn near groveling by the pool table. You assumed that Sebastian was whooping him as usual, but this time was bad. Sam had only sunk in a couple of his balls while Sebastian was on the 8 ball. Sebastian trying hard not to lose all composure, cracking up at his friend being so competitive. Abigail roasting the poor blonde boy as he ‘begs’ for another rematch because he’s gonna do better this time around surely. You can’t help but join the laughter as you come upon this scene. “And here I was worried you were gonna be bored without me!” You say as you announce your entrance. Taking off your straw hat, your hair still a mess underneath. They all look at you with smiles. Sam being the first one to give you a friendly hug. “Y/n! You’re late! You left me to dieee!” He whined as he clung onto you, causing your laughter to become louder.

Abi hopped off the couch and walked over to you both. “Leave it to Y/n to come all ragged and dirty and still be cute. Right boys?” She knew, she knew one of these boys had a crush on the new farmer. However you were oblivious to either of their feelings. Sebastian’s cheeks got dusted with a soft blush.

“Well y/n looks good all the time! I haven’t seen them look ‘bad’ once.” You roll your eyes and playfully shove Sam’s head away.

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck and lowly chuckled “nah he’s right. It’s a little annoying honestly.” He added. Your cheeks began to warm up from your friends complimenting you so heavily. “Okay! That’s enough compliments, let’s get to pool yeah?” You grabbed a pool stick and stood by Abi. “Teams?” You ask.

Abi shook her head “not a chance. Besides. Sam needs one more game with Seb, but!” She gasped and her eyes widened. “Let’s make it interesting!!” She grinned devilishly. “Winner gets a kiss from Y/N!!” She cheered, and looked at you, silently asking if that’s okay.

You stammer and ended up shrugging. “S-sure I guess??” Sam ended up putting both hands up “hey hey hey! Wait a second! We should at LEAST play something we’re more equal in! Make it fair!” Sebastian remained quiet in the whole ordeal, Abi tapped her chin, thinking of alternative games they can compete in. After a moment she snapped her fingers, a revelation. “Gaming tournament! Y/n! I’ll bring my console over to your house.” You chuckled nervously “Abi, don’t you think that’s kind of a lot for just a kiss..?” She sighed and mouthed the word ‘boo’ and she crossed her arms. Sam groaned and grabbed his pool stick again. “Fine, today is pool, tomorrow is something else!” He grinned and started racking the balls up for a new game.

Sebastian looked at you and brought over your drink. “We don’t have to do this dumb game if you don’t want to, y/n. Sorry if this is making your uncomfortable.” The sweetheart. You place a hand on his shoulder a grin “I really don’t mind. I trust you guys. A kiss won’t hurt anyone, only if you guys are cool with it.” He whispered something under his breath and walked to his side of the table, bending down to break the rack.

The pool game went about as well as you could’ve thought. Sam fought hard but to no avail to Sebastian’s skills in the game. Sam accepts his defeat and gestures towards you. “Go get your kiss from the princess!” Now Abi, Sam and Sebastian were thinking a peck on the cheek, you however, didn’t. Sebastian walked over and you get close and lean up, placing a gentle kiss onto his lips. His lips were warm, a little dry and just seemed to fit perfectly with yours, you felt him flinch, almost away but he stayed and slowly and softly returned the kiss back. Abi and Sam going wide eyed and glancing at each other. Once you pulled back you see a dazed look on Sebastian’s face, almost looking a little drunk. Then looked at your other friends who are even more surprised. “…what..? I did the thing..” you asked awkwardly. Sebastian whispered to you, loud enough for the others to hear though. “I-I’m pretty sure we were just expecting a peck on the cheek-“ he admitted. Your face went bright red and you started to apologize profusely. “I- I need some air.” You chuckled and excuse yourself with your drink, going outside for a bit. Sebastian quick to follow.

“H-hey! Y/n! It’s not a bad thing. I swear. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything.” He apologized and you shook your head. “N-no! It’s fine! I just, Yaknow had a stupid moment.” Sebastian just stood next to you, taking a bit to let you breathe and calm down. “I mean, If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile. Sure it was different in my head, but oh well.” You look over at him, confused a little. “D-do you..” you started. “Like you?” He finished. “Yeah, I do. I haven’t had the guts to say anything though.” He dodged your gaze, just looking out at the darkening valley. You smile a bit and drink a bit more. “Same here.” You say as you pass him, going to the door of the saloon. “What??” He asked, you just giggled and enter the saloon again, leaving Sebastian as a smiling, blushing mess.

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[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙎.

thank yous for being vv patient with this fic psst psst @ anon requester >:D i feel this vould be better though >:( 

submitted request ;; if you're still taking requests, could i please request something fluffy with sebastian from sdv? x gn reader please 💕💕 your seb fics are my favorite!

warnings ;; overall sweetness and potential mild language etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

Wading through overgrown grass, ready to be scythed, accompanied by the rousing of cicadas and fireflies at the movement, Sebastian continues his trek up the walkway of your farm; you’d initially had plans to meet him, as well as Abigail and Sam, in the Saloon, for a brief catch-up. After some (constant) pestering from his friends to go and check on your whereabouts, he did have to reluctantly admit to himself - he was disappointed that you hadn’t turned up.

(Yeah, he enjoyed your company. So what?)

Sidestepping the unlocked gate, following the trail, Sebastian catches sight of you, metal watercan in hand and spraying across crops of peppers and corn. With a brief glance, you catch his eyes too, pausing in your movements.

“Ah, Seb - I’m so sorry. I was meaning to come and find you after I finished up here. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting for so long.”

“No, no,” he offers an indifferent wave of the hand, when he knows damn well Abigail had pulled him out of his musings, sat alone at the pool table, silently sulking, half an hour prior, ”None of that, it’s alright. Promise. Well, I promise. I can’t account for the potential wrath of Sam and Abigail. They were prepared to beat you, finally - quote unquote - at the pool table tonight.”

Setting the metal watercan aside on a nearby barrel, you lean over a wooden fence, forearms crossed over one another, “Well, good things do come to those who wait. If I’d have beaten them again tonight, they might’ve lost their confidence. Just sayin’. But, look, I am sorry. I should’ve messaged you guys at least.”

“Bit off more than you could chew?”

(Was it possible to be obsessed with the sound of someone laughing?)

“Ever the observant, Seb. But, uh, yes,” you tug at the hems of your sleeves, sheepishly, “This morning, I headed straight for the mines. And I, uh… completely forgot about watering my plants.”

Drawing closer, he, too, leans on the fence beside you, stifling a laugh, “Isn’t that, like, one of the basics of farming?”

“Shut up. I was mentally occupied, alright? Like a, uh, a toilet. Yeah. A toilet.”

“A toilet?” Sebastian raises his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you turn away from his, hands now cupping your face.

“Anyway, Mr-Professional-Farmer-Guide-101, I was kinda back and forth between the blacksmith and the mines-” 

“How come you were at the mines exactly?” He blurts out, worried. They weren’t the safest of areas, and that was even without proper established supervision. They’d just been abandoned; sure, the upper levels were easier to navigate, with functioning lighting systems, but, the lower levels - there wasn’t any regulation. Or documentation.

Blinking, clicking your fingers together (you’d always had a habit of doing that, something about speeding up the thinking process), you suddenly grin, with a silent ‘A-ha!’ and shrug off your backpack. Releasing your weight off the fence, you place your bag onto the soil, rummaging through it.

“This is why,” with your hands cupped around the mineral, fingertips stained with dust and grit, you kick your bag with your foot, raising the ore upwards, “I’m not too sure when, but you’d mentioned - unless my memory is being a bit stupid - but you’d said about one of your favourite things, so I thought, why not try and get it.”

Sebastian only just manages to fight the urge to pull you in for a tight hug, but he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries - the both of you aren’t like that, he tells himself bitterly.

“You could’ve gotten hurt,” is all he can offer, biting the side of his cheek.

You nod slowly, “Yeah. But, I wanted to get this for you,” pressing it into his hands, grinning.

Knowing if he supplied any other rebuttals it would become nothing more than a back and forth match of ‘yes and no,’ he sighs deeply, rubbing at his forehead - he already worried about you enough as it was, any more and he’d start to develop grey hairs. You’d remembered. Such a mundane thing, most people wouldn’t care to remember or think about. But, you did. You had.

“Just… Thank you. Really.” 

(It was just a crush. A small, tiny - tinytinybigtiny - crush. Nothing more).

He knows he’s shit at showing appreciation, formulating the words into a proper sentence, into something that would be more than enough than a heartfelt ‘thank you’, yet, you smile gently at him all the same, your posture relaxed, comfortable.

“I heard it’s raining tomorrow.”

Sebastian’s relieved at the change in topic. Anything more continued down that route, you might’ve been able to see the droplets of sweat down his neck.

“Is that so?” And, he already knows that, he checked, but he can’t help but play along.

“Meet me at the docks?”

“Meet you at the docks,” he reiterates, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips before he heads off, with a dismissive wave of the hand.

(It’s not a date. Not a date at all).

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[dewystars-of-the-valley]

Hello!

welcome to my blog!

You can call me E, pronouns she/her. I am in my 20s and recently graduated university. In my gap year, I figured I'd try sharing my writing with you! I also am working on a book, so I want to get a feel for what some readers like and what I like. Constructive criticism is welcome if you are kind about it :)

You are welcome to request fics and headcanons, BUT FIRST see details below!

Completed:

Clint's 13th Reason

Crack!fic, gn!Farmer, cw: mauling

A story about Emily and a bear

A Few Sebastian Headcanons 👾

Part I Part II Part III

In Progress:

Dewy Petals Farm - SDV Sebastian x Female!Farmer (SFW)

The new farmer is weird, like really weird. First, their situational awareness sucks because this is the third evening in a row that they have been fishing at the lake and they have yet to notice Sebastian smoking next to his tree. Second, and this one is more important, they pull random shit out of fish and the ground.

Who will I write for?

Currently only writing for SDV Sebastian for romantic works because I don't know the others that well. Once I know them better, I will take requests for them as well! If you have someone in mind for a request, I can prioritize getting to know them just for you :)

Any Villagers in platonic works!

Spice?

SFW with suggestive scenes or themes is fine, just not writing anything explicit.

Note: If in doubt, feel free to request. I might ask you questions for clarification or let you know if its something I am not comfortable writing. Mostly I want to write well and if I don't have personal experience with themes or identities, I will air on the side of caution.

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