#female player sdv

[thebiggerbear]

Haley Masterlist

(works coming soon)

[stardew-shitposterino]

“Here comes a thought” - Stardew Valley Shane/Female Player Fanfiction

(content: fluff, comfort, hurt)

(Here is a link to the song I'm refering to in the story)

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He knew too well how it felt to be desperate, to lack the motivation to go along with recovery. It was so tempting to numb those feelings of hurt and sorrow, but he knew it was not an option. Not anymore. Shane loved that he had a reason to push through, a reason to wake up in the morning, a reason to …love again.

That reason rose with the sun every morning, leaving small pecks of adoration on his forehead before heading out on their farm. He woke up every time she did, as he missed the warmth of her soft body next to his as soon as she got up. Shane still pretended to be fast asleep so he wouldn’t have to miss those small moments of admiration she thought he wouldn’t notice. He loved when she was tender and sweet without him having to ask for it, because she wanted to. Because she loved him.

But even those moments of total bliss didn’t last forever, the thoughts that plagued him for all he could remember creeping in and trying to get him back on the wrong path. He wished he could turn them off, but it was beyond his capabilities to do so, at least most of the time.

This time the thoughts greeted him in his dreams, a silent slumber turned into a nightmare he felt he couldn’t run from

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“T-Tell me why shouldn’t I roll off this cliff right now…”

“…because I’ll gladly do that for you instead”.

“W-wait what?!”

she glared at him from above, Shane has never seen such demonic eyes on another human being.

“You really thought I’ll keep up with this pathetic shit for forever ? Shane, you clearly don’t have the power to change, look at you…so pathetic. Your life truly is a joke”.

The person he thought to be the love of his life came closer to him. He never felt such a dread, especially from the person he trusted the most. She lightly kicked his side, then a little more. His body started to move from the spot.

“-s-STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“…releasing you from your misery Shane…we all cannot be the winners of this game…”

He fell…he screamed but couldn’t get a word out of his mouth…it was as if he was screaming on mute…he heard a beeping in his ears…it became louder as closer as he got to the ground.

…a crack….

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Shane woke from his dream. Sweating like crazy, his eyes wide, fear written all over his face. He gulped, trying not to wake the sleeping form beside him. He looked at his hands. They were wet. Shane rubbed his eyes; they were wet as well. He couldn’t get out a noise for the life of him, but he felt the urge to scream, to cry for help. It’s wasn’t the first, nor the last time this had happened, he was sure of that. Every time he thought he’s got it figured out, that therapy was working on him, he came back to those dreams. Dreams that enabled his fears. Those fears made him want to grab a six pack of beer and drown himself in it, hoping by sunrise he won’t remember. He wanted to, but he also didn’t. He couldn’t. How could he. He didn’t want to fail…but it was so unbearable, so hard to endure this pain alone.

Shane pressed one of his palms on his mouth, muffling the weak sobs coming from deep within. Tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting his hands. The last thing he wanted was to wake up his love. He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. He was paralysed, his tears disabling his body from any autonomous action. He sat like that for a minute, his wife still fast asleep next to him, not a clue at what was going on with her husband.

He felt like such a burden. He was a failure. Maybe she should have shoved him down that cliff when she had the chance to. At least she wouldn’t have to keep up with his bullshit then. No one would. Neither Marnie nor …Jas…

The thought of disappointing Jas like that brought back the feeling in his body. It felt awful, everything prickling and stinging as if he was perforated by a million tiny thorns. Pained, he was able to get up, slowly but steadily, silently sneaking past her out the door. Once Shane closed the front door, he inhaled as if he was with his head underwater. Deprived of oxygen, he couldn’t but breath uncontrollably, some tears still forming. They were salty…and bitter. As he didn’t know what to do, he went to the dock at the lake. That’s the place he always picked when he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Away from people that might got hurt because of his negativity. His demons were his problem alone, no need to force him onto people he loved too much to ever hurt. He shivered, looking down the dock into the depths of the dark blue water.

“Sometimes I wish I could just jump in and just….sink to the ground. Soundly existing at the bottom, no noise, no air to waste on thinking bad thoughts…

Shane sobbed again, now having a harder time to keep quiet.

“I just…why can’t I just be happy for fuck’s sake !? I just want to be happy, I just want to be a good husband, a good father to Jas!“

He cried profusely at the words he spoke. He looked at the lake into his own reflection. He looked at his sad eyes, his unkept beard stubble, the hair that desperately needed a trim . His eyes were so tired and miserable. The once so strongly green eyes now had a grey cast over them paired with that glistening of someone who had endured too much in their life. The torture his soul endured over the years reflects onto them.

c Rather smallish compared to his broad, chubby frame. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it. He didn’t want her to deal with him like this, he asked her too much already.

“Take a moment to think of just, flexibility love and trust~”

She began to sing in a soft tone, quietly and a bit raspy, but it felt like the most beautiful sound to Shane.

She came closer, seating herself next to her husband who sat at the dock, legs dangling off over the water. She took his head and leaned it near her chest, one arm wrapped around him, stroking his arm tenderly.

“Here comes a thought, that might alarm you~ what someone said, or might harmed you~”

Shane started to well up again. His head resting against her soft chest, easing into her loving touch. She slowly rocked from side to side, singing to him silently. She didn’t judge him, she didn’t ask anything. She was just there, being who she was and doing what she knew was best for her husband at that very moment.

“And, oh, you're losing sight, you're losing touch~

All these little things seem to matter so much~

That they confuse you~

That I might lose you~”

Through his wife, Shane has learned to love watching cartoons with her on lazy Sunday mornings when they decided to stay in a little longer before heading out on the farm. He thought it was “lame children’s crap” he’d only endure for her sake, but he ended up falling for those short episodes full of madness and bliss. It reminded him of a time he didn’t get to experience much as a child. Being carefree, allowed to just experiment and explore the world. He only knew that from when he spent his summers at aunt Marnie’s, right here at the lake.

One thing about those days stuck with him immensely. It was that one show about a boy who had to grow up too fast, to sort out the mess his parent left him with. It comforted him to know that he’s not alone in this battle, despite that other person being fictional.

“Take a moment, remind yourself ~

Take a moment and find yourself~”

This very song she sang so lovingly to him reminded him of those Sundays, the time he could just lounge on the couch with her, watch tv, eat cereal and cuddle her to death. Her head on his chest as they are together, being mostly on top of him, relaxing even more feeling his strong heartbeat. He felt at ease when she was near him like that. He disliked to admit it, but he loved to cuddle with his loved one. It reassured him that not everything is bad.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok~

We can watch, we can watch, we can watch them go by,

from here~”

She leaned down to Shane who was curled up leaning on her chest. She gave him a loving, lingering kiss onto his dark hair, her free hand taking his. Shane’s heartbeat got slower, his crying a little less. He felt his adrenalin levels lower as he felt himself becoming sleepier by the second she rocked them soothingly.

As she sang all there was to her little song, she hummed the melody repeatedly. The vibrations of her low voice trembled against Shane. There was no place he’d rather be than right there, at the lake, by her side. He was embarrassed at her having to comfort him like that, as if he couldn’t do that for himself, but he didn’t have the heart, nor the willpower to reject her in moments like this.

“Shane-“, she said quietly. His gaze finally meeting hers. She looked into his eyes, those puffy, swollen ones, still glistening from tears. He looked sheepishly, she on the other hand gave him the most tired, yet loving gaze he has ever seen on any other human being.

“It’s ok to ask for support, you know I love to help you”.

He felt uncomfortable answering her. Everything about his breakdowns was embarrassing to him, at least when he drank he didn’t remember them.

“You don’t have to say anything, my love”.

She wiped the remaining tears off his cheeks; it made him blush a little. It always did, even after all this time together.

“I-“, Shane spoke for the first time since his awakening. He exhaled strongly.

“I want to be a better person and finally find my happiness, I want to have that life and share it with you…”

She blushed at his kind words, still listening attentively.

“B-but I-I can’t beat those thoughts creeping in on me. I wish I could, I mean, I should be able to by now, after all this therapy and-and you a-and”.

His look grew concerned as he didn’t know how to articulate his thoughts. It was in the middle of the night and he was dead tired. Shane felt how she squeezed his hand tightly, reassuringly. He gathered his thoughts once more.

“I’m sorry you have to put up with this. You deserve so much better”.

She looked at him, almost teary-eyed. Shane couldn’t but also feel new tears forming around the corners of his eyes. Seeing her sad felt devastating.

“Shane, YOU deserve so much better. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to be loved. You deserve to be loved by me as well. I WANT to love you”.

He gulped visibly at her words.

“If I could, I’d take those demons from you and burden myself with them so you wouldn’t have to fight like this anymore. It’s soul-crushing how you silently suffer. But let me tell you how it doesn’t stop you from being a wonderful human being. Y-you’re so kind and caring, I’ve never met a person as incredibly sweet underneath their shell as you are”.

“Oh stop it”, he said sheepishly, unable to keep up their eye contact. She let go of Shane’s side and cupped his face in-between her hands. Now it was inevitable to look at her. Her eyes were laced with tears that awaited to roll down her beautiful face.

“I’m serious when I say this, Shane. You are loved, you are deserving and you might be broken, but you’re still so god damn perfect that I can’t believe that someone as incredible as you even wants to spend their lifetime with me. You’re so funny and dorky, your hugs feel like sunshine on a gloomy day and oh god don’t let me start with your intoxicating laugh”.

Shane felt flustered. The feeling made its way right into his heart. It felt warm and comforting.

“You know, you just get me, you know when to be what I need. When I need your support, when I need room, when I need a good laugh at good-old Shane shenanigans-“, she paused for a second, Shane looking at her, a faint, small smile on his lips.

“I’m babbling aren’t I? What I want to get at is that… Shane, you keep saying how I deserve better, how you’re unworthy, but all I can see is an incredible soul inside an incredibly cute body”.

“Ok now you’re just buttering me up, love”, Shane chuckled in a low tone.

She smiled at him, also feeling a laugh coming from inside.

“It’s nice to see you smile again.”

Shane looked at her adoringly, now leaning her against his broad chest, caressing her sides and stroking his rough hands over her delicate skin. She eased into his soft, warm body. She couldn’t believe how enamouring her husband was as she brushed her own hands over the hair of his arms.

“You never had a real family, your parents respectfully started a new life without you in it, you lost the only support system you knew and took in their daughter to raise her as your own”.

Shane frowned at her re-telling of his life story. He didn’t like to think about it too much. What was she getting at. He felt like drinking again, but he decided he needed to go through this sober, not that he had any other chance.

“You have so much weight on your shoulders, and yet you changed your ways and want to be there for the people in your life, it’s incredible”.

All of a sudden, he couldn’t just listen to all this praise. He knew it was meant well, but his insecurities told him it wasn’t deserved. He just blurted out what his head told him.

“You are telling me all these sweet things, b-but yet we sit here, at Yoba knows what A.M. and talk about my stupid alcoholic bullshit behaviour. There are other people who had it way worse and they still manage to…”

He trailed off, he didn’t know what he wanted to get at, he just felt the need to tear down all those kind words his wife had told him, words that felt true to her.

She kissed him on the lips. They were dry, but hot. Her touch cleansed his mind from all the negativity in his brain, even if it was for just one second.

“And you know what? “, she said with a bit of sass, “I am moody as hell, my long hairs are EVERYWHERE in our home, I keep forgetting to feed the chickens, 90% of the time I reek of monster guts and the most disgusting sweat smell of all history and I’m a horrible blanket hog. Not to mention that I am extremely emotional and literally cry all the damn time as well as I love to moan about literally yoba and the world when I feel like it”.

Shane began to laugh.

“But that’s what makes you so real and you.”

“Exactly”, she exclaimed.

“And your traits make YOU real, Shane. Everyone has their little quirks and that’s what makes them human. I don’t expect you to be happy-go-lucky all the time. I want you to be real and honest and speak your mind…and just be there for me”.

Now Shane gave her a generous kiss on the cheek. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside as she felt his stubble scratch over her face. He started to pepper her with loads of kisses all over. She squeaked as he made his way down the crook of her neck. She squirmed under his lips and laughed uncontrollably

“Shane please s-stop I-I’m so tickli-ish“.

Shane smirked widely as he enclosed her in his arms to stop her from scooting away. She wiggled and giggled away, way out of breath when he stopped his shenanigans.

„This reminds me of the time we went here just two years ago. Also in summer”.

She was confused for a second as to which day he meant. They spent a lot of their free time at the lake as it was the place where they started to bond and form a friendship.

„Don’t tell me you don’t remember.“ He pouted at her goofily.

The frown on her forehead made it clear that she thought hard about what he was referring at, but then she knew. Her face turned bright red and she almost choked on her saliva.

„Oh my Yoba how could I ever forget that night”.

She kept her gaze on her lap, trying to hide her face behind her hand.

Shane also had flushed cheeks, seeing how she reacted thinking of that night they went skinny dipping. It was the night they were intimate for the first time. He was so shy about it and wanted to dip out of it before it even started. Shane isn’t the most confident man, and he was even less confident when they started dating. He panicked at the idea of her seeing his entire body without any fabric to cover it. Ever since he got injured and had to call the curtains on his gritball career, he gained a lot of weight. As a former six-pack owner, he felt embarrassed to have swapped it for a barrel. He was hairy and chubby and had rough, calloused hands from work, there was no way he could feel confident showing himself to a goddess like his love. But she encouraged him to do it, talking about how she thinks he’s the sexiest and cutest. They agreed on undressing each other one by one. Once they were fully bared, she shoved him in the lake, jumping right after him. It felt so raw how close they were, physically and mentally that night. It was the first time Shane felt truly loved.

“That night…I had quite the hickeys to hide from the town, you know”. She looked at him pretend-judgingly, nudging his arm with her fist. “And it’s not easy to do that when you sweat like a pig from working”.

“You think you had it bad?”, Shane exclaimed, “I had to explain to a 5 year old girl what bit me on the shoulder. It took a lot of imagination to think of a good story”.

They both laughed, then they shared a prolonged gaze before closing the distance between them. Shane sighed in contentment when holding her close to him while kissing her lips.

After a shared, sweet moment of silence, she drew her lips away from his, placing her index on them instead.

“It’s quite late now, and I’m probably just as tired as you are…let’s go back to bed”.

He nodded in silence, taking the hand she had placed on his lips to kiss it gently.

She held out a hand for him to grab and helped him stand up in the dock. Shane looked at the deep blue of the lake once more. The ground of it wasn’t as appealing to him any longer as his mind was akin the calm after a storm. The only reason he’d want to be down there was to pepper kisses all over the wet body of his beautiful wife while holding her close to his heart.

When he looked back at her, she squeezed his hand once more before leading them back to the farm. Shane had to think of his dream, less scared and distanced from the emotions he felt in that moment. His wife knew how to calm him, to nurture his soul so lovingly like a mother nurtures her new born baby.

“She’d be a great mom, not just to Jas”, he thought to himself, but that was a conversation for another time.

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Thanks for stopping by and reading my little story. I need more angsty and fluffy Shane on the internet >-< I'll post it on AO3 as well.

If you want to check in on future fics, here's the link to my AO3 account:

[ladygreywritesstuff]

Marlon came up onto his forearms to take some of his weight off of her. “I guess that didn’t go how you expected,” he drawled, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Riley gave a little snort of laughter. “Nope.” Her eyes met his and he was struck by how close they were. Her cheeks were flushed with exertion, her lips slightly parted, and he couldn’t help but think how easy it would be to kiss her.

Chapter 3, Dig Deep Artwork by the fabulous Bast @artjdg

[not-the-usual-person]

Chapters: 7/7

Author: TheUsualPerson (That’s me) 

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 18.112

Summary:

Victor Jenkins doesn’t really dwell much with romance.

Love is something that people want to feel, love is for everyone with no exceptions. Sometimes love is the most amazing thing to experience but sometimes it’s the most evil thing to appear in our life. Love can be platonic or romantic, either way it’s a sweet thing for some people and the inevitable downfall for other people. Because of love itself, people do things they have never even thought of. It either improves them as a person or makes them do unspeakable things.

It's not that he doesn’t want it, of course he wants someone to love him unconditionally. Someone to be by his side no matter what. Someone to love him even though they already see him at his worst. There’s this buried want of love deep inside his heart. Right now it’s not the time to think about all of that, there’s so many things he needs to focus on.

But one day, someone managed to enter his heart slowly but steadily. And somehow he doesn’t notice the signs that he falls for said person.

or

5 signs that Victor might fall for someone and 1 time he finally notice

(First time posting and writing a full fledge fanfic so please spare me)

[harlowes-home]

Thinking about Clint and how I think it's kind of unfair that most sdv fans label him a creep to some extent.

Like yeah it's annoying how he automatically associates romantic implications with what are most likely platonic acts from women in the game (going to the carnival with Emily and movies with female player) but to me it comes across as less "nice guy who thinks he's owed a romantic relationship for being nice" and more "socially inept dude is just very awkward around women."

Like yeah it's annoying and something he should really work on but as someone who's known dudes people deem Clint to be I just. Don't see it as to that extent.

If anything I interpret Clint to be just a lonely, socially anxious and depressed dude who hates his job and has trouble making friends because of that depression and social anxiety, and also maybe because he thinks a romantic relationship would be more important and fulfilling than platonic ones which leads him to pining for Emily when really he needs just a generally community and support system.

[tex-treasure-chamber]

In expansion of this Tex & Maxwell SDV post

Decided to explore my OC Maxwell as if he were a SDV resident alongside my S/I Tex who's post can be found here. This what I came up with ♡

Spring -> Summer

Autumn -> Winter

I was able to edit on his freckles but couldn't find a way to edit on his white streaks in so we're just playing pretend they're there ^^,

Name: Maxwell

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday: Winter 17

Profession: He's a marine biology professor and secret wizard, conducting research and writing papers on his findings as well as practicing magic in his spare time.

Personality: Although very friendly and outgoing, Maxwell enjoys his quiet slice of the beach where he can enjoy the sound of the waves crashing to the shore and spend his time researching the animals that live in it.

Housing: he is living on the beach in a cottage on the little secluded side to the right of Elliot's cottage-- the space you typically have to earn a bridge repair for to access but in my version, you don't. He has a table outside his cottage with two chairs and owns a little sailboat docked on the end of the pier (The Jolly Sea Holly). If you become friends enough, you can use his boat to go out and fish in deeper waters.

NOTE: you must be friends first before you can enter his home uninvited. His bedroom, regardless of your friendship points with him, is always locked although if you visit at certain times, you can see Rasmodius or Tex visiting with him inside his bedroom in the chairs in front of his row of bookshelves.

Pets: a female chocolate Labrador named Nemo. She can be seen wandering at different times of the day on the side of the beach where Maxwell lives. There is a doghouse and water bowl beside his house, to the right, although it's really for show since Maxwell brings Nemo inside each night. On rainy days, she lounges around inside his cabin. In the aquarium is a squid (Skipper), a sea urchin (Ripley), a mussel (Hadal) an albacore (Pearl), and a halibut (Captain).

Love interest: Tex (As the player, you cannot romance him- there are no slots for the hearts required to date/marry.) As the player spends time in Pelican Town, Maxwell & Tex's blossoming relationship is meant to be strictly an observable event via walking in on their interactions. They get married in the Winter of year 4 and the player receives an invite in the mail.

Friends & how they bond are:

Tex (wizarding, fishing, science, art, cooking, bibliophile, nature)

Rasmodius (wizarding)

Willy (fishing)

Demetrius (science)

Robin (woodwork artistry)

Maru (science)

Elliot (bibliophile)

Granny Evelyn (cooking)

Gus (cooking)

Leah (woodwork artistry)

Emily (open-mindedness)

He's usually spending his time...

- foraging in the woods, which is the farthest he goes from home but brings him in immediate vicinity of Tex's ranch, Starfell. He says he's just enjoying nature's bounty (but really he's low-key looking for magical ingredients)

- down by the tide pools on his side of the beach, muttering to himself & writing things down on a notepad (he has an animation loop just like Demetrius)

- fishing (has an animation loop like Willy)

- going to the library to read

- visiting Rasmodius (if you visit Ras while Maxwell is there, he gets flustered and adamant about how he's merely asking about the wizard's knowledge of the marine wildlife bc he doesn't want the player to know hes a wizard too LOL)

- in his home, drinking water and going over his notes. He's very chatty when he's inside at this time and will happily talk about the ocean or what he's learned that day bout the local wildlife / his theories about them. Sometimes, you can catch him whittling driftwood (he has a custom animation loop for doing so)

As for Maxwell's schedule, here's a working time table I've come up with:

- Mondays and Wednesdays, he goes out on his boat and is unreachable from 6 AM - 10 AM. (He's transformed himself into a manta ray and is enjoying himself as he should). He then will return to fish on the pier from 11 AM - 1 PM and after that, visits Rasmodius from 3 PM - 5 PM.

- Tuesdays and Thursdays, he studies the beach tide pools from 6 AM - 12 PM, then heads to the library to read from 2 PM- 4 PM.

- Fridays and Saturdays he is out foraging in the woods from 7 AM - 12 PM for food and magical ingredients; after that he will visit with Rasmodius and Tex at Rasmodius' place until 4 PM--- then he's off to go to the bar with Tex.

- Sundays, he fishes from 10 AM - 3 PM (usually keeping Willy company) before sitting in front of his house in one of his little chairs to whittle driftwood with Tex keeping him company as they draw. If it's raining outside, he stays in all day and whittles, again with Tex keeping him quiet company.

Gift guide

Favorite items:

wine (any, but prefers crystal fruit)

crocus flower

coconut

tropical curry

mango

banana

pearl

piña colada

coffee

rainbow shell (for magic)

fish taco

lobster bisque

kyanite (for magic)

Liked items:

fish (any)

oyster

driftwood (for whittling)

spice berry

beer

blackberry

dandelions (for magic)

purple mushroom (for magic)

anchor (for his boat)

baked fish

crispy bass

dish o' the sea

quartz (for magic)

aquamarine (for magic)

pizza

bait (for fishing)

Hated items:

fried calamari

carp surprise

vegetable medley

holly

slime

slate

litter & other universal disliked items

Fun Facts

Maxwell is the only character in SDV that can be seen swimming in the ocean during summer months; he swims in the patch of water just in front of his house on the isolated part of the beach

He has a distinctly Scottish verbiage, saying things like "aye" instead of "yes" and "It's a Bonnie day," instead of "it's a beautiful day" for example

Sometimes on the day after a storm has taken place, Maxwell will excitedly tell the player that he believes he saw a green humanoid creature on the south side of the docks before asking, with an apprehensive look on his face, "You believe me, right?"

After the player earns three hearts, Maxwell will send the player a recipe for tropical curry

The player is able to greet Nemo, Maxwell's dog. Whenever this happens, Nemo barks twice

[ohhgingersnaps]

We Didn’t Start The Fire (SDV Superhero AU)

Ch. 21/32 — Hold Me Tight Or Don't T+ | Sebastian/Female Farmer CW: Nightmares, fire

When Ava finally does text Sebastian to let him know she’s outside, it’s been closer to forty-five minutes, and he’s spent the entire time frantically tidying. He sneaks up the stairs to let her in, careful to avoid the creaky parts of the staircase. They make their way back down the stairs together. She’s giggling quietly the whole way— why are we being so sneaky about this?— and he keeps shushing her, but he can’t stop himself from smiling as he does it, which just makes her giggle even more. When they finally get to his room, safe and sound, she drops her bag at the door and plops herself onto the couch, then sniffs. “Does it smell like cinnamon in here?” “Does it? Hadn’t noticed,” he says, chuckling nervously. (I told you not to overdo it with the air freshener, his last braincell scolds, but the alternative to Cozy Autumn Day was his room’s signature scent, Damp Basement And Old Cigarettes, and he knows which smell she probably prefers.) “Hm.” She shrugs. “Anyway, what’re we watching?” “I was thinking like, a fun, low-key monster movie type of deal? Nothing too dark or gory.” He starts shuffling through the movies on his shelf. “I’ve got, uh, Dead And Breakfast, Under The Floorboards, Zombie Killers Club…?” “Dead And Breakfast sounds good.” “Cool.” Sebastian pops open the DVD box, takes out the disc, and hops onto his bed to place it into the DVD player. Just as he’s about to drop the disc into the tray, he freezes, because he’s just had a horrible realization: His bed is the same twin size he’s had since high school. His television (an ancient 13-inch CRT) is firmly stationed at the foot of said bed. He and Ava will both have to squeeze onto his bed to watch the movie. Sebastian tries not to panic, but also, this is going to be so weird. She’s going to think he’s weird. She’s going to think he lured her here, to his bedroom, at nearly midnight, with ulterior motives, when really, he’s just nocturnal! She’s going to think that he wants to do sordid things like cuddle or run his hands through her hair or make out passionately while the movie plays in the background— and whether or not he actually wants to do those things (he kind of does) is beside the point, because he doesn’t have any skeevy motives, here, he genuinely just wanted to watch a fun campy horror movie together— “Seb,” she says, sounding amused, and when he startles and turns, she’s already sitting on the bed behind him, criss-cross applesauce. “Are you gonna put the movie in, or are you just gonna stare at the DVD player all night?” “…Yeah,” he says, dropping the DVD into the tray. “Okay! Movie time.”

Read the rest on AO3!

[stardewvalleyficrecs]

A Crossing of Bridges

By Mireia

Abigail has conflicting feelings after killing a monster, but she finds out she's not the only one.

Words: 2666 Chapters: 1/1 Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Gen

Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Relationship: Abigail/Female Player (Stardew Valley)

Characters: Abigail (Stardew Valley), Female Player (Stardew Valley), Krobus (Stardew Valley), Robin (Stardew Valley)

Additional Tags: Worldbuilding, Guilt, Religious Rites, Monsters

[bosspigeon]

everyone in stardew is canonly bi/pan aren't they? or do those people mean like, they find him boring (he is not) and therefor he is straight? I'm confused.

it was a post thats like “here’s my headcanon on this character’s sexuality” and i was like “okay sure” but then i saw harvey got “straight” and i went blind with rage

[dollfaced-erin]

Not So New Afterall (Sdv Sebastian x F!Reader)

A/n: and i thought this was gonna be a short chapter. There was lots more I wanted to include, but it might bore you guys from the looooong story!! (s if it wasn’t already long in the first place.)

CHAPTER FOUR

The game was set up, and both players stood at their point. Clutching the cue stick tightly in her hand, Sebastian briefly explained the rules to the new girl. She knew the main basics of the game, but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to beat Sebastian. Not while he was looking as smug as he was now.

It was sure who had the most experience here.

Being a good sport, Sebastian gave her the first turn to hit the cue ball. The said female scattered all the balls across the board. Turns began exchanging between the two competitors, and the spectators by the side were literally on their toes.

“What’s got Sebastian so worked up all a sudden?” Abigail said, whispering into Sam’s ear. The blonde shrugged, speechless towards Sebastian’s sudden change from his signature cold and reserved to jealous and competitive.

“Is it because (Y/n) came and everyone liked her?” Sam asked, pulling out one of the most logical reasons he could find. Abigail shook her head, “I don’t think he’ll be affected by that. Was it something between Robin or Maru, perhaps?”

Sam really had no idea. “I really have no idea, but that actually makes sense, or he just wants to show off his moves,” he whispered again. “But do you remember how Sebastian started playing pool?” he asked the dyed- haired girl.

“Quite long ago, actually. It was when we were still kids. Probably when the old farm had the owner before (Y/n). You remember the old man had...a relative was it? And he taught us how to play pool with...that...girl,” Abigail trailed off, her thoughts and memories muddled up in her mind. 

“He really liked to play pool after being taught. Especially when he played around with the girl. Kept playing even though she already left till he became the him now,”

“Really? I don’t really remember, but it must’ve that far away. I think the time you’re talking about was when I just moved here,” Sam replied. “Little girl, you said?” he asked her once more.

“Hm..it seems vague to me, but it feels like a dream too.”

The players ignored the topic the two were discussing, currently trying to focus on their game of pool. But apparently the topic was quite sensitive to Sebastian, making him accidentally hit cue ball too hard, resulting the white ball going off the board and smacking (Y/n) square in her right collarbone.

“Ah!” the girl yelped in pain, her features morphing into one of shock. Sebastian was shocked with what happened and immediately placed the cue stick down, rushing over to the girl he accidentally injured. 

The two gasped at the commotion and leapt of their seats, heading towards the girl. She was wincing slightly at the pain, but most likely from the shock.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?!” he bombarded her with questions, grabbing the arm he hit, pulling the collar of her shirt slightly to get a better look at the injury. He winced. It was starting to redden, most likely about to bruise.

The loud thump from collision of the heavy ball and the bone and the gasps from the game room raised suspicion from the others in the main hall. Even over the music, (Y/n) could grasp the number of eyes being turned in her direction.

“It’s okay! It doesn’t hurt at all!” (Y/n) assured, panicking at the crowd of friends that started to swarm her. This isn’t good. If word gets out from the others in the main hall of the Saloon, who knows what mean rumors would spread out.

“Are you su--” “Let’s take five, alright? Boy, I think I need a drink!” (Y/n) said a little too loudly and off. Abigail realized her eyes were wide and her skin was paling. Her earlier frown was stretching into a stiff smile. 

As things began to settle down once more, the (h/c) girl went to the vending machine and pulled out a grape-flavored fizzy drink. Popping the lid, spun around, glancing at the main hall as she did. Less eyes have been looking at her now. She sighed and unscrewed the cap of the drink, making her way to the bright red sofa Sam previously sat on.

“Come on, guys!” Abigail called, making a face at the males’ questionable expressions, signaling that they should go on with what she had started. Abigail was a quick one to catch on, following the suit and plopping herself on the blur sofa next to (Y/n).

Resting her right arm on the plush armrest, she raised an eyebrow at the guys who hadn’t moved an inch. Sam blinked before letting out a boisterous laugh, heading over to the girls, sitting next to Abigail, the latter bouncing from the force used to sit on the sofa.

Sebastian sighed and tailed after Sam, sitting next to (Y/n), since that was literally the only empty spot left. Guilt was eating away at him, especially when he looked at the angry red mark that imprinted itself on the delicate bone.

“Sorry, Sebastian,” the girl apologized, making Sebastian raise an eyebrow at her sudden apology. “You know that I’m the one that has to apologize, right? But why’d you pretend you were okay?” he asked, leaving the two speechless.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not okay,” the girl said, making all of them crack up at her reference on a certain homework meme. “No really,” Sebastian spluttered between laughs. “Anyways, why’d you do that?”

“I realized that when you crowded me, lots of eyes started to turn. Like, I didn’t want any commotion, not when I’ve just moved here. Sounds cliche, but I am afraid that people will talk bad about you,” she said, a small smile on her face. “I’ve had enough experience with gossip and crowds.”

Sebastian behind (Y/n) wasn’t any better. He looked as if guilt was about to eat him alive. He never knew his strength would accidentally hurt her directly. It’s time he man up for the consequences.

“Anyways, how is your collarbone?” asked the dark-haired male, making the female turn over to him. “Here, let me take a look,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/n) seemed to have froze at this point. Not even daring to do so much than breathe. Earlier she had the confidence to push him off since there were so many eyes on them, but now? Now she’s just stuck in place as she finally processed that...that...he’s actually touching her!

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” he asked as he tugged the collar of the shirt, getting a closer look at the forming bruise. “Y-yeah!” (Y/n) said, averting her gaze as an embarrassed smile made its way on her lips and her face burned red hot.

Holding the shirt down with his left hand, his right lightly stroked over the internal injury, pressing it slightly with a finger. The pressure made the girl yelp in pain, and he panicked asking over and over if she was alright. 

As much as Abigail was amused with all this, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how he could casually touch the (h/c) girl. She was friends with her first, and she wasn’t about to back off easily.

Deciding to ditch the game they were playing, they called it a night. Robin popped up ‘round the corner. “Sebby! Me and Demetrius are heading back first!” she chirped before her green eyes landed on the farmer. 

“Oh! While you’re at it, maybe walk (Y/n) home! It’s dangerous at night!” she said, nodding over to (Y/n) before she left with her husband...and four speechless young adults.

“It can’t be helped, then,” Sebastian sighed. “(Y/n), Abigail, lets go,” he said, getting up as the two females followed the suit, leaving the place with Sam behind them.

It was a kind of routine, where they’ll part at the Saloon, Sebastian dropping of Abigail at Pierre’s before making his way back home up in the mountains. It used to make him have a...uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, where he’d feel all...embarrassed and flustered. But now? Now he just felt...neutral towards her. Like...he had no feelings for her anymore. He didn’t have ‘the one’ feeling anymore.

But the silence between him and (Y/n) as he walked her back...it was...content. It wasn’t awkward like he initially thought it was. Scratch it. He felt that this was quite nice. A quite walk in the night, no words needed between them, no awkward silence, just....peaceful. But something was bothering his mind.

“Hey, (Y/n),” he started, just as the two had parted ways with Abigail. The girl let out a hum, ensuing him to continue. “I think I’m the only one who noticed, but...when Abby and Sam started to crowd you, you seemed quite...scared,” the girl visibly tensed. “If it’s not too much, what’s up?”

(Y/n) let out a nervous laugh as they walked through the dark bus stop. “Ah, you’re quite sharp, aren’t you?” she remarked. “But...I’ve had my fair share of gossips and crowds. And maybe...they were bad experiences for me. I felt so...not pathetic, but...suffocated,” she trailed off, only to flip back to Sebastian. “I don’t mean that you guys were suffocating! I meant--”

“You meant that the atmosphere of people watching was suffocating, wasn’t it?” he finished for her, making her look down and nod in agreement. The light of the farmhouse began to enter their vision. 

As the two climbed the porch of the house, Sebastian placed a hand on her shoulder once more. “Before I go back, I want to see the bruise once more. Is that okay?” he asked, and the girl nodded.

The two entered the home, and it was a whole lot tidier than the last time Sebastian stepped into the wooden structure. Unlike the last time, it was cold and dusty, but now, it was bright and warm. Almost inviting. For a person who lives in the basement, he wasn’t sure which one he preferred.

(Y/n) shrugged of the jacket and sat on the chair located in the middle of the room, tucked next to a dining table. Sebastian took his eyes off his surroundings and approached the (h/c) girl. Like before, he nudged the collar of the shirt off of her shoulder to get a better look. “I’ll get some ointment for you tomorrow, (Y/n). Sorry again,” he said.

“You don’t need to, Sebby,” she said before she shut her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. That was really rude of me. Anyways, this is a pinch unlike the monsters in the caves!” she laughed off, waving her hand. 

That’s when Sebastian saw a faint scarred line dragged around the tip of her shoulder to her back, concealed by her clothing. He stepped forward, grabbing her shoulder once more. An old scar.

“Where’d you get this, (Y/n)?” he said, referring to the scar that imbedded itself into her joint. He really wasn’t one to go on about something small. So what if she had scars here and there? It couldn’t matter to him. She could’ve been injured a while back, right?

 But this...was something he had seen before. And it was in his nightmare. Even before she moved here. But if he remembered right, then the girl in his dream...

“I...I got it when I was a kid. Long time ago really. Doctor said it should go away soon,” she said, a bright smile on her face. But that didn’t satisfy Sebastian. “I said, where did you get this, (Y/n)?” he said, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly.

(Y/n) trembled in fear at his sudden change of attitude. Panic swirled in her chest. He wasn’t like this. This was so rare of him. “I...I was in an accident when I was younger,” she said. And to him, that was enough.

Sebastian moved (Y/n)’s bangs a little to reveal a jagged line from the hairline and led on into a thin straight line. He knew it. But it couldn’t be the same person in his dream. The girl in his dream died. And he never knew her name or anything.

“Sorry for overstepping, (Y/n)” Sebastian said, releasing her limb, realizing how hard he grabbed her. “I’ll be on my way now,” he said as he turned around. (Y/n) thought that she might’ve triggered him, but Sebastian replied, “If you want, come over to my room tomorrow before 10. I’ll be on my way to Sam’s then,” he said before ultimately leaving.

“Night, (Y/n). Sweet dreams.”

[forestofbeginnings]

while I do agree with what you’re saying about character’s sexualities needing to be explored rather than being seen as the easy option, having “just a few” LGBTQ+ characters means every LGBTQ+ player is SEVERELY restricted in terms of who they can choose to be with, ESPECIALLY since those few LGBTQ+ characters run the risk of falling into harmful stereotypes to make it “obvious” that they are those characters. it leaves a LOT of room for separation rather than inclusion, for distance between players and characters bc the player may not think the other characters are worth getting to know when those characters arent the “few” LGBTQ+ ones. as much as it is important to have the detailed representation, as a member of the LGBTQ+ myself, I am equally happy with stories going in depth on character’s sexualities as I am with them just being completely normalised. video games are pleasant, peaceful escapes for people, and as much as it would be “realistic” for them to experience some kind of discrimination or self hatred, I personally prefer the idea that in the world of the game, everyone is just fine with it, as they should be. that leaves room for discussion on why the real world ISNT like that already, how we can HELP it become that way by assisting in the normalisation of it, etc. this is in no way a direct argument against you, it’s solely my standpoint on the whole LGBTQ+ marriage options. I just think it should be a fair game to everyone, and no player should feel their options are limited based on their own sexuality and having just a few characters in the game who match that, instead of it being equal for everyone, if that makes sense

That's a very good point, thank you for sending this to add to the conversation! I'll try my best to respond to all the good points you make.

(my reply is very long and under the cut and includes a lot of my Opinions of queer rep in video games so here we go)

I know you're probably talking about Fire Emblem when you're talking about the severely limited LGBT+ options. And it does suck, I'm pretty lucky that I fell hard for one of the few bisexual offerings in FE3H (looks fondly at Mercedes). But on the other hand...my primary experience with LGBT+ rep are Bioware games, where everyone has their own distinct identity. In Dragon Age Inquisition, out of the romance options there's 1 straight woman, 3 straight males (albeit two are limited to elves/humans), 1 pansexual male, 1 bisexual female, 1 gay male, and 1 lesbian. And most of the writing does not focus on their identities. In a majority of the romances, the most you get is a "sorry, not interested" from a character if you're not what they're into. The only route with clear focus on sexuality is for the gay man, which is fantastically written (and is written by a gay man about his personal experiences so take that as you will). All of the other LGBT+ characters’ stories don’t focus on their sexuality at all and don’t face discrimination for it. 

The game isn't perfect (the writing for the lesbian is bad in the base game, just straight up bad), but it's what I think of when I say "everyone has an identity." No matter who you play, not all options are open to you. Doesn't matter if you're straight or LGBT+, your options are limited. And honestly, despite the more limited options...the impact that games like Fire Emblem and Dragon Age gave me are still things I remember fondly as a bi/ace woman. I loved Mercedes' romance in FE3H because she was specifically bisexual like me. I was absolutely giddy when Josephine's romance (the bi option in DAI) did not include a sex scene, which meant she could be asexual like me. And to me, I don't get as much excitement playing SoS or SDV. The girls like me because I'm the player. That's it. It’s not because they’re bisexual with their own identity, it’s because I’m the player. And it just reminds me of that quote from The Incredibles like "if everyone is super, nobody will be." Everyone is ""bisexual"" and...

I think when you talk about people not being interested in learning about other, non-LGBT+ characters, that's more a flaw in farming sims in general? Because you can't really...befriend a romance option. You can't learn their full story unless you're romancing them. Which, again, isn't a thing in Fire Emblem or Dragon Age. You can A support anyone in FE and it only becomes romantic if you choose to S support them. In Dragon Age, you learn a character's full story and learn about them regardless of romance. I don't think people will be less interested in knowing other characters...it's just if you don't want to romance them...you can't really know them? So why befriend a character if you can’t just be friends?

But I do really want to touch on the point you make on how LGBT+ romance doesn't need to be realistic and can be idealized. I 100% agree. Making it not a big deal and not put under a microscope helps it become normal. It's actually the kind of rep I prefer. I don’t like when huge deals are made about LGBT+ characters because it just accentuates that they’re different and ‘the other,’ rather than just another person that happens to not be heterosexual.

But literally the only romance-based video game I've played where a realistic struggle of an LGBT+ person is focused on is Dragon Age Inquisition. With the gay route I mentioned and touched on with a non-romancable trans man. Sexuality is not really spoken about in FE3H. Some characters are just...bisexual. Nothing more to it. Mercedes certainly doesn't say anything about it. She can just be romanced by both men and women. It is barely spoken about in Dragon Age games aside from character preference and Dorian's romance. In Dragon Age 2, one bisexual romance option mentions his first experience with a man. Another option is hesitant to date a female because of cultural reasons. That's it.

I do get your point. We don't need to include the realities of the world in our video games. But also...we're allowed to still acknowledge sexuality in video games. I joke about my bi/ace-ness all the time. Even in a perfect world of a farming sim...I'm pretty sure a character can make wisecracks about liking both men and women...or only men/women. Being bisexual always means some kind of discovery that you like more than one gender. Has this love interest dated someone of the same or opposite gender before? Will they tell me off-hand that I'm the first girl they dated? Will they express interest in a character of the opposite gender but can be romanced by a same-sex player? Representation doesn't need to be a sanitized thing completely removed from reality. Even in a completely perfect world where there is no such thing as discrimination against the LGBT+ community, we’re still allowed to speak about our sexualities. It’s a part of who we are. 

When I say I want specific representation, I don't want a realistic depiction of the current-day struggles our community faces. I just want a character to say something that makes me know that they're like me. That they're specifically bisexual or specifically pansexual or so on. That they have their own preferences and are their own character and aren't blindly into me because I'm the player.

I do get why you want representation to be equal across the board. It is the easy option and a simple thing to do. But I want quality over quantity. I don’t want a character to marry me because I’m the player. I want a character to marry me because they’re bisexual or pansexual or a lesbian or asexual with romantic preferences or so on and so forth. And the reason why I’m so passionate about this and want farming sims to go towards this direction is because I’ve seen it done in other genres! It can work! 

Inclusion of LGBT+ romance options does not have to be at the sacrifice of the identities of bisexual and pansexual individuals. And now I get off my soap box and drink some water because I just got my 2nd COVID vaccination. 

[thebiggerbear]

"You're safe now, I'm here" - SDV Leah x Reader - Prompt Response

Summary: When Leah rushes into the house one night and starts fortifying the door, you immediately try to find out what has her so scared.

A/N: This is a prompt from @sydnee-kom-spacekru. As soon as I read the line, this scene popped right into my head. This can be read as a continuation of the story line present in "A Prize Unlike Any Other", "Where Were You On Our Wedding Day" & "I hate you..." or it can be read as a standalone.

This was written back on February 7th. It's part of another multi-character response project but I'm just going to post them when I feel up to it.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Word Count: 3569

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

You were just rocking your infant daughter to sleep in the rocking chair you’d set up in the corner of your room when Leah hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Leia (yes, you’d chosen the name; Leah had not been entertained at first but she eventually came around to it) was startled at the loud sound and began to cry.

“Dammit,” you muttered, standing up and doing the bouncing motion that had become second nature to you while gently patting the baby’s back. You pressed a kiss to your daughter’s head. “Let’s go see Mommy and find out why she’s making so much noise, huh?” You murmured. You stepped into the next room to find out why your wife was causing such a ruckus when she had to know you were trying to get Leia to sleep.

You were not prepared for the sight you saw. Leah was breathlessly moving furniture in front of the door after having deadbolted it. Your eyes widened as she moved practically every single chair you owned over and if that wasn’t enough, she was looking around for more.

You finally came back to yourself when Leia let out another cry. “Leah, what’s wrong?”

She glanced over at you but kept looking for things to add to her makeshift blockade. “Monsters,” she panted. “On the farm.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?” You nearly yelled.

Leia broke out into a full on crying jag and you shook yourself out of your shock and began to rock her, shushing her. Monsters never came on this farm. Ever. The farm was on a safe piece of land. You’d heard rumors about other farms in close proximity to the wilderness that might experience that problem, but never anywhere here. 

Leah nodded, still huffing. “Yep. I saw them making their way up here when coming back from town. I ran right to the house and now I’m blocking the front door so they can’t get in.” Your wife’s wild eyes searched the room frantically for something else to use. Her gaze paused briefly on the refrigerator and you were convinced that if it weren’t full and she could move it by herself, she would have unplugged it already and it would have joined Leah’s fortification efforts.

You walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her arm. “Leah, stop. Look at me.”

She did as you asked and you could see the terror there, the worry. 

“You’re safe now, I’m here,” you reassured her.

She glanced down at your crying daughter, her own eyes becoming glassy as she protectively cupped Leia’s head. Your decision was already made but you needed to calm her down first. “Here, take her.” You shifted the baby into her arms and watched as she sniffled and pressed a kiss to Leia’s cheek. When a teardrop appeared on her face, you reached over and quickly wiped it away. Leia’s cries had quieted to fussing and you stroked your wife’s hair. “What kind of monsters did you see?” You asked quietly.

Leah sniffled again but never took her eyes off of Leia. “Um, it all happened kind of fast. I think I saw a couple of slimes, maybe? I’m not really sure.” Her tear-filled eyes eventually lifted to yours. “I’m sorry, I just reacted.”

“Hey,” you murmured. “Don’t apologize. As long as you and Leia are safe, that’s all I care about.” You kissed the side of her head, rubbing her shoulder, before you headed over to your trunk. 

“Wait, Y/N. What are you doing? You’re not seriously thinking of going out there.”

You grabbed your blade and full combat garb and shut the lid. “Yeah, I am. If monsters are here, I need to take care of them. We’ve got livestock that are sitting ducks. Not to mention, my horse is out there. And I’m going to protect my family. I don’t want you or Leia to ever have to worry if our home is safe.”

You began to remove some of the furniture so you could make your way to the door. 

“Honey, please,” Leah pleaded. You glanced up to find her watching you worriedly as she bounced Leia in her arms. “I really don’t want you to go. It’s not safe.”

You gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. If it’s just a few slimes, I can easily take care of them. I’m more worried about how they got here to be honest.” You finally got to the door and began to remove the deadbolt.

“Y/N,” Leah begged one last time.

“I’ll be fine, babe. Lock the door behind me.” You opened the door and slipped out into the night, closing it behind you. You felt better when you heard the lock click into place a moment later. As long as your wife and daughter were safe, you could focus on the task at hand.

You held the blade up and began to make your way down into your fields. Thankfully, the moon was full and shining brightly enough that you could see everything. Even though there was a slight chill in the air, it actually was quite a beautiful night. 

You hadn’t made it far when you spotted them, moving around the pond. They were slimes alright and they looked to be quite uninterested in going near your chicken coop or barn or even your horse’s stable. Which was odd considering Leah had mentioned they had been on the way up to the house. 

The closer you got, the more you could make out their coloring. Immediately, you began to recognize them and you heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Joshua,” you called. “Jethro! What are you two doing out here?”

The slimes reacted to your voice and began to approach you. Normally, you would have had your guard up and been ready to fight but these were your slimes. You had hatched their eggs in the incubator and raised them yourself. The moment they were within a foot of you, you wondered how you or Leah had completely forgotten you had a slime hutch on the property. You would know these two anywhere.

Jethro of course tried to attack you but you waved him off. Out of the small group you had, he was the one with the worst attitude. “Enough of that, Jethro. Now, how did you two get out of your hutch?”

You corralled them back towards their building and upon arrival, you could see a small hole in the side. “Dammit,” you muttered. You ushered the two slimes back through the open door and you let out another breath of relief when you saw the rest of your slime pack still inside. 

“Jessica,” you admonished the first female you had hatched, and Jethro’s mate. “How could you let these two go out and about, huh?” You checked the water troughs and you were shocked to find them empty. It suddenly hit you that you had forgotten to check on them today. You had been so preoccupied with the baby since Leah was going to town today that you quickly rushed through your morning chores. You had even forgotten to check the fish ponds. “Dammit.”

When there were only four slimes, maybe they went through two troughs a day. Since the brood had grown, they usually went through all the water troughs you had daily. It was no wonder the eldest two males had gone out in search of sustenance. And if they were heading to the house like Leah said, it’s possible they had gone looking for you, and Leah had run inside and shut the door. No wonder Jethro was more ornery than usual. And no wonder they had been by the pond when you found them. You hoped there was still water in that small pond; you’d have to check.

You filled the troughs and sure enough, they all hurried over. At some point, you were going to have to talk to Robin about installing some sort of water line that automatically filled them daily. This way if for some reason you forgot again, they were taken care of. 

You studied the small hole and you knew you were going to have to also call her in the morning for the repair. For now, you were able to provide some temporary enclosure to keep the slimes from wandering again. You made sure to refill the troughs again before you left. “Man, you guys were thirsty. I’m sorry. I’ll get this all fixed up tomorrow, okay? No more wandering. That means you, Jethro.” He angrily tried to attack you again. “Uh huh. Why not save that energy for the ladies, huh?” You held up a finger. “Jessica, I expect you to keep them in line. Joshua, no more scaring my wife, you got me?”

You closed the door behind you and sighed, making your way to the fish ponds. You checked on the fish and grabbed any sellable goods. You checked the pond you’d found the slimes at and sure enough, you needed to fill it a little more. You also scoured every inch of the property to make sure there were no monsters though you doubted you would find any, and sure enough, you didn’t. You checked on all of your livestock and your horse; all were fast asleep. 

You tiredly made your way up to your front door and quietly rapped on the wood. “It’s me. Let me in, babe.”

A minute or so later, the lock clicked and the door opened. A hand flashed out and grabbed your arm, yanking you into the house. You were stumbling to find your footing when Leah quickly locked the door and moved a couple of chairs back in front of it. Just as you got your balance back, she was in front of you, her hands cupping your face as she looked you over. “Are you okay?”   

“Yeah, babe, I’m fine. I told you I would be.”

“Are you sure?” She moved her hands all over you, checking for some hidden injury. “You were gone a long time. I was about to go out and look for you.” The flashlight sitting on the table along with the first aid kit and club she’d nicked from your trunk confirmed her story. “I waited until Leia was asleep. It took me forever to put her down. I think she prefers it when you rock her to sleep.”

You smiled at that. You didn’t get a lot of one on one time with your daughter since she arrived due to your hectic schedule but rocking her to sleep at night was one moment you were able to have with her. You honestly couldn’t wait for winter; hopefully, you would have more time with her then. Thankfully, it was right around the corner.

You framed Leah’s face with your hands, frowning at the dirt they were caked with, and leaned in to kiss her. “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”

Her brows drew together in confusion. “Go to bed? You need to tell me what happened first.”

You nodded and headed into the kitchen to wash your hands. “Well, all is taken care of and we’re safe. There are no monsters coming onto the farm.” 

“Thank God,” she breathed out in relief. “Okay, what did I see then?”

You winced, thankful she couldn’t see your expression at the moment. You knew what her reaction was going to be at your revelation. “You did see slimes,” you hedged.

“But, you just said there are no monsters. So, how…?”

You grabbed a dish towel and dried your hands, bracing yourself as you turned to meet her confused gaze. “Remember that slime hutch I wanted to get?”

Realization played upon her beautiful face and her jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me? Those were your…pets?” She spat.

You placed the dish towel back on the counter. “Well…”

“Oh,” Leah grunted in anger. “I told you that wasn’t a good idea, didn’t I? But no, you had to have it. You said you wanted to try it and Marlon had assured you it would be safe. How is this safe, Y/N?”

You held up a placating hand. “Okay, wait, hear me out for a second.”

“There is nothing you can say that justifies this. When it was just us, that was one thing. I never had to go near them but we have a child now. It’s not safe for her to have them around and tonight just proves it!”

“Leah, hold on a second,” you tried again.

“No, I want them gone! I’ll call Marlon myself tomorrow if I have to. Of all the crazy ideas of yours I’ve gone along with, this is by far the worst!”

You stepped forward and placed your hands on her shoulders. “Hey,” you gently entreated. “You need to take a deep breath. You’re getting worked up and you need to calm down.”

“Worked up? Of course, I’m getting worked up! Why shouldn’t I? Your pets came after me tonight and—”

You placed a finger against her lips. “I get that you’re angry but, babe, you’re going to wake up Leia.” You both were still getting used to having an infant in the house.

Her eyes widened slightly but then they narrowed again when you moved your finger away. “You’re not talking me out of this,” she hissed quietly. “I mean it, Y/N. I want them gone. What if Leia was older and she had come with me to town? What if she knew how to walk and had wandered outside while you were distracted? The amount of scenarios that are going through my mind are endless!”

You hated to admit it but she had a good point. Jethro’s attacks were nothing to you thanks to the combat garb you wore as well as the ring Marlon had fashioned for you that was meant to help in handling slimes. But what if Jethro had tried to attack Leah in his anger? What if it was a toddler-sized Leia? Would it have hurt them? Not to mention, you were pretty certain Jethro and possibly Joshua made that hole in the slime hutch. And if they could do that to stone with a little bit of force…

“Okay,” you agreed. “You’re right. That’s something I didn’t think about because they were enclosed in the slime hutch and they weren’t a risk to anyone since I’m the only one that goes in there. But you’re right.”

You could feel the tension in Leah’s shoulders melt away a little at your words. “Good.”

You licked your lips nervously, knowing she was going to be even angrier at this next part. “Listen, what happened today was my fault.”

You felt her tense up again. “How so?”

You let her go and scratched at the back of your neck, dropping your gaze to the floor. “Well, I kind of forgot to check on them this morning.”

“And?” You could hear a little ice in her tone, making you wince. You were definitely about to have your head handed to you.

“And they broke out to try and find me so I could feed them. That’s why you saw them heading up to the house.”

You nervously glanced up and you could see the tell-tale red creeping into Leah’s cheeks. 

“Because Leia is asleep, I will refrain from yelling at you, even though I really want to. But I am telling you right now, Y/N, I want them gone tomorrow. How could you forget to check on them? And how did they break out of that thing? It’s made of stone!”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’ve temporarily closed it up and I plan to call Robin in the morning to come out and repair it. As for me forgetting…honestly, I was distracted.” At her expression of disbelief, you quickly added, “You were going into town and I was going to be watching Leia while you were gone and I just wanted to make sure I had everything done before you left.”

“Clearly, not everything was done,” she snapped.

You flinched, almost as if she had slapped you with those words. You tried your hardest to take care of the farm, of her, and now your daughter. You did your best to provide for them and keep things running smoothly, at the expense of the amount of time you got to spend with your family three seasons out of the year. Leia was a new addition but you didn’t want to miss time with her or some of her biggest moments. Just the other day, Leah had excitedly called you in from the fields to let you know that Leia had her first smile. There had been some debate over whether it was actually just gas (you were the one pushing for that theory, hoping you were right) but that was quickly put to rest when Leia smiled again when Leah cooed at her. Your heart soared and sank all at the same time. You had missed her first big moment since she came to you; you didn’t want to miss anymore, no matter how busy you were.

Leah saw your reaction and she was immediately apologetic. “I’m sorry, that was harsh.”

You shrugged and leaned back against the counter. “It’s true, though. I messed up. What happened today is on me.” You kept your gaze on the ground and your arms crossed. “I’ll call Marlon tomorrow to come get them.”

Between the slimes and your family, it was no contest. Your family would win out every time. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. You had raised the slimes after all.

You felt Leah’s arms wrap around you and she pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry, honey,” she murmured into your ear. “I know how much this means to you. I just want us all to be safe, especially Leia.”

“It’s fine,” you whispered, burying your face into her neck so she wouldn’t see your eyes misting up. “You guys will always come first, you know that.”

She rubbed your back and she didn’t remark on the wetness she felt on her skin which you appreciated. She held you like that for a few minutes and you took comfort from her embrace. 

You heard her sigh. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but…why don’t you also call Robin and get her out here to repair the hutch?”

You pulled back, staring at her in shock. 

She gently wiped your cheeks and continued. “Talk to both of them and see what you can do to fortify that place so they don’t get out again. Also, I’m going to do my best to help you out a little more.”

“Leah, I appreciate it but you’ve got enough to do with Leia and everything. I can handle the farm. And…I appreciate what you’re trying to do but—”

This time, she was the one pressing a finger to your lips. “I can feed the animals, that doesn’t take me long. We can also make some improvements around here now that we’ve saved up a little. It’s nothing we won’t make back when the crops come in. We can get some sprinklers to help with the watering, you can upgrade the coop and the barn and get some auto-feeders. You can probably do the same thing with the slime hutch if I know Robin. She’ll figure something out. I can also check the fish ponds for you. And you, you can have some more time with Leia. We’ll switch off if we need to. We’ll work it out.”

You leaned forward and kissed her, whispering to her lips, “Thank you.”

“Of course. We’re partners. But Y/N, I do have to say this. Depending on what you work out with Robin and Marlon, when Leia starts walking…” She didn’t finish her sentence but she didn’t need to.

“I know. And I’ll do what I have to do then. I promise.”

She gave you a small smile and kissed your lips again. After a moment, she sighed tiredly. “It’s been a long day and I’m exhausted. Like you said, let’s clean up and go to bed. Oh, I’m keeping Leia in our room tonight, by the way. I moved the crib.”

“Fine by me.”

Her smile grew and she took your hand, leading you towards the bedroom. You glanced at the still fortified front door. 

“Uh, should we maybe move some of these chairs back first?”

“Tomorrow,” she dismissed with a wave of her free hand. “Right now, I just want to go to bed and snuggle up with my wife and baby.” She glanced back at you affectionately and not for the first time, you wondered how you had gotten so lucky. 

“That sounds perfect,” you tiredly agreed and continued following her. 

Not too long after that, you both were cleaned up, in bed, with Leia on Leah’s chest. You were going to put her back in her crib for the night (and hopefully not wake her) but right now, you both just needed a few minutes with her. Watching the two of them and your hand meeting Leah’s on Leia’s back, the smile exchanged between you as you gently interlocked your fingers…life didn’t get much better than this right here. You were sure of it.

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[suitof5000bees]

Iso stardew players

Hey I'm looking for some people to play multiplayer sdv with. I would prefer if you were female between the ages of 18-23 with at least a little experience in the game. I really want to get a long term farm started up because every game I start ends up being a 1 time thing and I'm ready to get past the first season. Please message me if you're interested!!!

[ladygreywritesstuff]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40046244/chapters/103913244

[not-the-usual-person]

Chapters: 1/1

Author: TheUsualPerson (That’s me)  

Rating: Mature  

Word Count: 3.440

Summary:

Physical touches are beautiful, but at the same time it could be the most dangerous thing to Victor Jenkins. Especially if these touches came from Cleo. 

Chapter 1

Love languages weren’t a foreign thing to Victor. Everyone had their own love language whether it be receiving or giving. There are  five in total, that are: giving gifts, physical touch, act of service, quality time, and words of affirmation. Everyone might show their love to friends, family, or even partners differently, some might prefer a specific one.

Victor’s main love language had always been physical touch. He did still like the other ones but he prefered and loved physical touch when it’s both receiving and giving. Though at first he didn’t know until someone pointed it out. He would always subconsciously cheer his friends up by patting their shoulders and nudging someone playfully when they joke around.

Just platonic things between him and his friends or family and felt happy receiving these touches too. But… it was different when it comes from Cleo

Her touch had this effect on him. It was different. It made him feel a lot of things he never felt before. Her touch made him react in various ways like feeling nervous every time he’s around her, fidgeting his fingers, stuttering, stammering, and that was just the surface. He… didn’t hate it.

He liked it. No, that wasn’t right. He loved it. It felt… nice, amazing, and incredible. It didn’t always start like this, at first her touches felt like every other touch he got from his friends and family. But, the feeling he got slowly and subtly changed over the time they got to know each other. As he began to grow feelings for her.

Cleo was the first to initiate these simple touches and Victor is the one that continued it next. Shaking hands was the first. And he reciprocated it. The touches he was given were reciprocated with the touches he gave back. Pats on the shoulder? He gives one back another time. It’s a simple thing with no complications. Just give and take, like friends usually do.

At first the touches would be just simple everyday touches, for example: shaking hands, shoulders bumping ever so slightly, accidental brushes of her hand. It all was just accidents, so small that he never thought about it. But, it was still there.

As time passed by, all of it began to have… a new meaning. The smallest thing possible people could imagine made his heart skip a beat. He just ignored it that time, and considered it as just a shock. “Just the wind” as people would always say.

The more his feelings grew, the meaning began to evolve and the simple everyday touches aren't so ‘simple’ anymore, it began to develop in a subtle way. From shaking hands to grabbing hands to help him up, from shoulders bumping to pats on the shoulder. These touches don't make him uncomfortable. It’s completely the other way around. He liked it and began to…anticipate it.

It progressed to side hugs, brushing cheeks, and head pats. The feeling of her hands on his cheeks is like heaven on earth. Her hand was warm, the way she looked at him softly, the way she caressed his face, the smile on her face. How he desperately wants to melt away and forget about everything. But he can’t. They’re just…friends, nothing more. And it pained him knowing that truth.

The more often these touches were, the more he wanted it. Slowly he became addicted. He could never get enough of it. Lingering touches, not so accidental brushes of their hands, leaning closer to her, finding every little reason to touch her. She didn’t seem to mind it at all, not flinching, not moving away, she just stayed. And she reciprocated all of it.

It almost made him feel that his feelings were reciprocated. The key word was “almost”. He knew better than to believe in that.

When they hug, Victor couldn’t help but long for the warmth. The way she fits right in his arms, the way her hands are around him, her head on the crook of his neck, the breath she exhaled making him shiver, the things she whispered in his ears but he was too dazed to know what she said,  the way he can feel her heart beating, the way her lips grazes his ear, it all made him crazy. He felt unworthy of it all, but he really couldn’t help it. Every single thing she did made him crazy. When she stepped away, the warmth was gone in an instant. Oh how he wants the feeling to stay, her to stay with him.

He couldn’t help it all. He craved every single touch she gave him. He was in too deep to go back. He loved the warmth feeling of her skin on him, her scent, her fingers running down his hair.

But there was a specific time where the touches almost made him spill his feelings to her and break. Almost.

—0—0—0—0—

Oh no.

 Oh no.

  Oh no.

Victor was at Cleo’s house. In her bedroom. Seating. On. Her. Bed.

And he was injured really really badly, with bruises on his body and multiple cuts. It was a miracle he didn’t get anything more bad than that. Thankfully it was nothing critical but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt when he tried to move a muscle.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath.

It was just an ordinary day, nothing weird happening. They were just hanging out on the farm as usual, it was Saturday so they had the time to do whatever they wanted. The time went by faster than they expected and soon it was already night. They decided to take a night walk around the town before going back to their respective houses.

The bright blue sky turned many shades darker into a dark blue, the half moon being covered by the clouds that were scattered, and only some of the stars can be seen sparkling on the night sky. Their footsteps echoing through.

They were on their way back. It was quiet, too quiet. He had a feeling something was wrong, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. It was just weird, like someone or something was watching them. The sounds of ruffling bushes could be heard as they walked and became even closer.

Victor stopped on his tracks, seemingly frozen in place. Something is just not right. It took a couple steps for Cleo to notice he stopped. She looked back at him, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.  

“Are you okay? You seem like you saw a ghost,” she joked but there was still worry in her tone, she noticed something was definitely wrong.

“I feel like someone is following us.” he whispered, his legs still frozen in place, and eyes focused on her.

Her eyes widened and she tried to subtly look around without moving her head. “Yeah I had a feeling it was too quiet,” she admitted, agreeing with his suspicion. Her voice was small , matching his. “Let’s move now, it doesn’t seem safe…”

When she said those words, something appeared a few feet behind him. Cleo grabbed Victor’s shoulder and pulled him sharply behind her. He almost fell but she managed to catch his hand and brought him up in an instant. Her eyes focused back on the monsters that were preparing to charge. She pulled out her sword and slashed the monsters in half only with one fell swoop, dealing them a lot of damage. At last they were dead.

It was done. Everything became safe once again. She looked back from her shoulder and said, “Are you okay, Victor?”

“Yes I’m, I’m okay.”

“This is weird, monsters shouldn’t have been here. We have to go now!”

Suddenly a monster was charging from behind. In instinct he pushed her roughly to the side trying to save her, making the monster hit him instead. He was thrown to the ground on impact. His back hit the ground roughly, a bit of blood can be seen coming from his arm. The monster hit him again when he was down.

“Victor!” Cleo screamed, she pulled out her sword and attacked the monster repeatedly. Each attack was even more brutal than the one before. Anger is burning in her eyes. The monster dropped to the ground creating a loud thud.

She immediately went to his side, bending over on one knee to be on the same level as his eyes.  “Why did you do that? That’s stupid, you could’ve gotten even more worse!” she chastised him, her brows furrowing as her eyes drift to the blood on his clothes.

“But that thing was about to hit you! I would never forgive myself if you're ever hurt when you’re with me!” he replied back, desperation present in his voice. “I apologize…”

Her eyes softened at his words but her hand rolled up to a fist. They stared and locked eyes with each other. They stayed like that for a few seconds, and seemed to be having a silent conversation. Her furrowed brows relaxed once again. A sigh came out of her.

“Never do that again.” she whispered but still sounded strict, her gray eyes stared directly into his purple eyes. “I don’t want you ever getting hurt too…please never do that again.” She cupped his cheeks gently, checking around his face for any more injuries. Her thumb wiped the blood near his mouth, and it might be his imagination but he felt her thumb slightly touched his lips. A shiver ran down him.

He gulped and looked down at the ground, avoiding her sharp gaze. Heart pounding on his chest and face heating up, becoming many shades of red in under a second. “Yes…of course”

Cleo had been gone for one minute. It was a long one minute. Victor looked around her room, an attempt to entertain himself. Victor and Cleo had the same taste in terms of decorations so he quite liked her room. The blanket on her bed is maroon with simple patterns on the edge, its texture is soft on his hand.

Tap tap tap

Knocks on the door could be heard, the handle was turned multiple times but the door didn’t open. Then the door finally swung open. Cleo brought so much stuff that she could barely open the door. Victor tried to stand up and help her but was quickly shot with pain from his sprained legs.

“Don’t stand up yet!” she shouted, moving quickly to drop the stuff she brought on the bedside table.

“I’m fine, Cleo! Don’t worry about me!” he said, proving it by moving his legs slowly, it still hurt but the more he moved it lessened the pain.

She sighed and shook her head. “That’s only going to last for a few moments and then boom it’s going to hurt more,” she opened the bedside table’s drawer and picked up a strip of pills, ”this will help it heal, extremely effective. I always drink this every time I have an annoying sprain.”

“Ah, thank you.” he took it  from her hand and turned it over to read the information about it. “Just one pill, right?”

“If you eat more than one or two then you’ll probably be overdosed,” she explained, grabbing a glass of water she already prepared. “Take this once a day and you’ll heal in no time, less than a week probably. Already tested by me, a professional pill taker.”

He snorted, taking the water from her. “Is this-”

“Poisoned? Maybe, there’s only one way to find out,” she said simply, predicting his words. A smirk tugged her lips and she crossed her hands.

“Perhaps if it’s you that gave me poison then I’ll gladly drink it in a heartbeat,” he took the pill and gulped down the water while making clear eye contact with her. “I know you would never do that.”

“You’re lucky I didn't,” she shaked her head, amused at his words. “You become braver every second. I don’t know if it’s good or not.”

“Maybe it’s both.”

“That’s impressive. How do you learn all of that?” he asked, being genuinely curious; gesturing towards the first aid things on the bedside table.

She chuckled, smiling a little. “When you’re working on the farm you need to learn many things.”

“For example, I need to learn woodwork to make fences,” she continued while grabbing ice packs and towels, “And I also learned it when I was in high school.”

“Now it’s time for your bruises…”

Cleo wrapped a towel around an ice pack and gave it to Victor. “Um…ice the bruises gently for around 10 to 20 minutes, do it every day.”

He grimaced at the sudden coldness of the ice but slowly began to get used to it.

“Okay let’s take a look at your injuries…” She bent down and gently lifted up his arms, examining every inch for bruises or cuts. “Tell me if this hurts,” she gently cleaned the wounds with a clean cloth already dipped with water. Thankfully, it stopped bleeding a long time ago. She wrapped some of the more serious wounds with bandages.

‘So close…’ the only thing he thought of at the moment, his brain seemed to stop working. She was so close that her breath tickled his skin. He held his breath and stiffened at the contact.

“Is something wrong? You seemed tense, did it hurt?” she frowned.

 ‘Shit.’

He laughed nervously. “No,no, no, it’s just that my muscle hurt a bit so I tried to not move it at all,” he said it louder and faster than he intended to be. “Yeah that’s all!”

  ‘Good job, Victor.’

“Oh!” she let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah you did hit the ground really hard…” And with that, she was done, she stepped back and her eyes scanned him. “Not bad…” she mumbled, patting herself on the back. A satisfied smile appeared.

Victor examined his now bandaged left arm, it’s not too tight and not to lose, just perfect. He moved his arm a bit, trying to test it , and could still move it a little bit without it hurting. But when he moved it slightly harder, he grimaced at the slight pain coming from his arm. His right arm became sore after pressing the ice pack for 10 minutes.

Cleo moved to the other side of the room to search for something. “Can you take off your shirt?” she said unpromptedly.

“WHAT?!” Victor almost choked on thin air, looking at her with the most incredulous look.

“OH SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT” She exclaimed, looking back at him with a flustered look. “I was planning to check if there were any more injuries. But if you’re not comfortable then there’s no need to!” a nervous laugh came out of her mouth, her eyes didn’t meet him and she immediately turned away.

“Oh.” The way he said it made him sound disappointed, and when he noticed he immediately backtracked before Cleo said anything.

“Oh, um, I don’t quite mind, not at all.” he said in a hushed tone, becoming equally flustered. The room became quiet for a moment, neither of them dared to speak. The only sounds that were heard were the sounds of opening and closing drawers and sounds of rustling. Victor closed his mouth tightly, afraid that he would just blurt something out.

He slowly took his shirt off, trying to avoid his arm hurting too much. But that failed as he winced and groaned at the pain. Cleo noticed him struggling making his shirt go over his head. Victor’s and Cleo’s eyes met and stared at each other. Quite an embarrassing moment if you asked Victor. She opened and closed her mouth, seeming to want to say something.

She tilted her head. “Do you…need help, Victor?” That seemingly innocent question made him stunned. Her intentions were probably angelic, trying to help him avoid the most painful thing imaginable in the world. But, he almost thought it in a not so “innocent'' way. Almost.

“N-no thanks. I can do it.” He almost considered it. Almost.

She nodded understandingly and turned back to searching for something. It might be just him but when she turned away he could see her cheeks becoming pink. That’s probably just the lighting in the room.

When he finally took off his shirt, he realized that his shirt had buttons on it. His stupidity made him facepalm and sigh loudly.

Cleo brought more stuff to the bedside table and lifted an eyebrow at him. “What?”

He lifted up his shirt, showing it to her. “I just realized I could’ve used the buttons instead.”

She could only laugh at his suffering. “Yeah I wanted to say that before.”

“You should’ve told me about it and made me avoid doing something embarrassing.”

“Yeah, but honestly it’s kind of funny,” she dipped a cloth into the water, “It’s only the two of us here anyway. Not like there’s anyone else!” her words earned her a sigh from him.

She bent down in front of him holding the wet cloth in her hand. “Not as bad as I thought…” her words trailed off as she cleaned the wounds on his chest. It was cold. But, the feeling he got was warm. He wondered if she could feel his heart rate quickening at the contact.

“These minor wounds will heal fast, thankfully.” she said as she moved to another area lower, her fingers trailing down his chest leaving a burning sensation to his skin, contrasting to the coldness just a moment before.

“Ah yes that’s,” his breathing hitched, “that’s great.” He exhaled shakily when her fingers trailed to another area of his body. He struggled to swallow his saliva because of how close she was. Being this close made him admire her.

He noticed her hair that fell right on her shoulders, her focused gray eyes, her pointy nose, her plump lips. Then she licked her lips slowly, he looked away flustered. The way her tongue licks her lips makes him-

He dug his nail to his skin, he thanked Yoba that she’s focused on his injuries, if not then he might be finished. He tried to focus on something else like the interesting lamp, the amazing floor, the unique ceiling, her mesmerizing eyes. The eyes that call to him like a siren.

Suddenly, their eyes met, purple meeting gray. He felt as if everything he thought about her was exposed, as if he just burst out his undying love for her and ruined everything. The heat of her gaze is drilling into his brain... Or is it just that he feels guilty? His heart pounded hard on his chest.

These few minutes were torture for him, he hoped his face didn’t gave anything away when she looked back at him.

“Okay, everything’s done!” Cleo declared, smiling warmly at him. It felt as if he fell even harder, if that was even possible.

He matched her smile. “Thank you, Cleo… you didn’t have to do any of this.”

“Of course I have too!” she ruffled his hair. “I’m your most “special” friend after all!” a cheeky smile spreaded on her face.

‘Yeah…friends…’ It shouldn’t pain him to hear that word but here he was.

He shoved down his feelings and managed to give a smile. “I certainly hope I’m your “special” friend to then!” he joked. But, instead of her laughing he was hit with a genuine smile. The smile that he loved.

“Yes…” she stared back at him. “Yes, you are.” her words are said in a whisper but he heard it as clear as ever.

Victor gulped.

‘this is dangerous’

—0—0—0—0—

He lost count of how many times he thought about the touches. Sometimes his eyes lingered a bit too long. His eyes would drift from her beautiful piercing gray eyes to her eyelashes to her cheeks and then to her lips. Oh how he desperately wants to feel her soft lips on his, to know how she tastes, to feel her skin on him, to wrap his hands around her, and enjoy every moment with her.

These touches began to say the unspeakable things. To say the things that he was desperate to say. The thing his heart eagerly wanted to say out loud but his brain screamed in disagreement.

These simple touches were deadly. It took everything in him to not break but he would sometimes wonder how long it would take for it to do.

How long would it take for him to not “almost” do it.

[maybeanartist02]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abigail & Female Player (Stardew Valley), Sebastian/Female Player (Stardew Valley) Characters: Pelican Town, Abigail (Stardew Valley), Sam (Stardew Valley), Sebastian (Stardew Valley), Alex (Stardew Valley), Haley (Stardew Valley), Emily (Stardew Valley), Elliott (Stardew Valley), Leah (Stardew Valley), Shane (Stardew Valley), Penny (Stardew Valley) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, LGBT and POC positive, friendships between girls are the greatest, Abby treasures friendships over selfish desires, my baby, Haley is gay, Alex is gay, Robin is 1# wingman, demetrius actually cares??? wot??? Series: Part 1 of Sebastian/Player (Stardew Valley) Summary:

When Joyce Parker's past is too heavy a burden to carry, and her job as a Joja-zombie bores her half to death, she decides to open the letter her grandfather had left for her. Without much thought, the shell of a once cheerful girl moves to the quiet farm positioned in Pelican Town. She meets the open and upbeat Sam, The humble and adventurous Abigail, and the mysterious Introverted Sebastian.

As time goes on, secrets are uncovered and ghosts of the past revived. Join Joyce as she attempts to breathe life into her dull life.

I was motivated okay!!!! 

NOTE:

I have a lot going on rn so I probably won’t update a lot after a certain point.

+ I’m working on two comics and a novel so yeah, fan fics are kind of a side-thing.