#having sam and sebastian on the same farm is nice because i always feel sad thinking about how after marriage sam and seb

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i dont think i posted about it, but here's the "bestie wedding" from my friends mutliplayer stardew valley account

we both were stuck in winter with no mermaid pendant, and were romancing sebastian and sam at roughly the same pace, so we wound up proposing on the same day. so not only were we, as friends, getting married on the same day, but sam and sebastian are friends in game! thus the "bestie wedding" was born

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Thank you so much, @petalbrooke! This is awesome! I love how much Sebastian and Abigail love Sam, and I can’t get over those hidden bits of maturity and depth Sam shows. 

Three Friends & a Wedding

Petalbrooke

Gus was busy frosting a delicate flower on the top of a three tier cake when Haley burst in. She was carrying a large camera, already dressed in her formal wear, and was running around taking care of a hundred little things – telling Vincent he needed to get in his tux, double checking that the lights were right, inspecting the flowers Gus was piping at that very moment. She smiled, giving it a slight nod of improvement.

“Beautiful, Gus! How are the preparations for dinner coming?”

He waited a beat, making sure that the flower was perfect before stepping back. “Everything that needs to be cooked has been, and there’s a few more dishes that I’ll put in at that last minute. The cake is done,” he said, giving it a little spin on its rotating pedestal. “What about the decorations, Haley? And what’s the camera for?” he asked, giving it a wary look.

“Oh, I finished that this morning,” Haley said, primly brushing some dust off her skirt. “I’m running around town, getting some footage of everybody before the ceremony. I thought it’d be nice to get it on camera for Michele, and it’ll probably be chaotic at the afterparty.

Gus carefully moved the cake from the counter to the shelf in the back to the fridge, where it would sit until it was time to cut it. “Well, tell her she’s an absolute delight, and her Fairy Rose mead is the best I’ve ever had.” Haley nodded, knowing that Gus was too shy to appear on camera.

 “I’ll see you later, Gus. I’ll get you on camera somehow!” she sang, waving goodbye. 

She found Abigail and Sebastian holed away in the former’s room. To Haley’s delight, they were already dressed, both in nice fitting black suits. She made a mental note to arrange for a change in the Flower Festival uniforms. Sure, the powder blue was traditional, but it wasn’t flattering. “Glad to see you made it up, Sebastian,” Haley teased. He merely glared at her over his cup of coffee, still not completely awake.

“It’s my best friend’s wedding,” Sebastian said, not unkindly. “Of course I’m up.”

“What’s with the camera?” Abigail asked, piling her amethyst hair in a bun as some sort of experiment. Michele hadn’t specified anything; she just wanted everyone to be comfortable. “I know you’re doing photography, but I figured you’d wait until I was with Michele. Do you want me pretend to style Seb’s hair or something?” she said, throwing a laugh over her shoulder. Sebastian snorted over his coffee, though it lacked true amusement.

“I’m doing pre-wedding interviews,” Haley said, already setting up her tripod. “I wanted to get some footage of Michele’s favorite people talking about how much they love her on her best day ever. Hurry up and finish that cup of caffeine so you don’t look like you just woke up.” Sebastian sighed, but downed the rest of the sizeable mug in one gulp.

“Are you going to ask us questions, or is it more of a free range kind of deal?” Abigail asked. “I’m not great on camera.”

Haley rolled her eyes. “Abi, you look stunning on camera and off, with the charisma to boot. Just start talking and don’t worry about flow. I’ll do whatever cuts I need to do. Both of you, sit there,” she said, pointing to the one clear wall in Abigail’s room that didn’t belong to her guinea pig. They complied, slightly squished. It would have to do; she didn’t have time to set up a whole studio.

“Abigail, you start. How are you feeling?”

Abigail squirmed in her seat, her eyes darting from the camera to Haley and back again, unsure of where she wanted to focus her gaze. “Well, nervous probably covers most of it. But also… happy. I’m sorry, I can’t talk the way Elliott does,” she said, scratching the back of her left ear. A nervous tic. Haley gestured vaguely, indicating that no, it was fine, just keep talking. “But you should have seen the look on Sam’s face when he told us Michele had said yes.”

“Oh, you should have been there when he finally decided to commit,” Sebastian added, his eyes brightening now that they’d really turned to the topic of his best friend. “We were playing pool, you know, the usual, and I’d smoked those two in five games already-“

“Three, it was three games.”

“Regardless, I had smoked them in all the games we’d played, and he just got this look on his. I remember poking at him with the stick because he’d gone all slack-jawed.”

“Looked like that time he got shocked trying to fix the sound equipment and fried half his eyebrows off,” Abigail cackled. They went like this for a few minutes, back and forth about the various ways Sam had caused himself bodily injury on stage, in rehearsal, just messing around with their instruments. Haley didn’t interrupt, knowing it was all good footage, now that the two of them had melted into the natural ease of their friendship.

After a few minutes of ribbing, Sebastian seemed to remember that he had originally had a point. “Oh, Abs and I were worried. We thought that maybe he was having a stroke. And finally he came to, and in the most reverent, tender voice, he said ‘I’m going to marry her.’”

“We knew who her had to be. Obviously, he had been smitten with Michele the day they met. But we hadn’t expected the marriage thing so suddenly,” Abigail said, reaching for Sebastian’s coffee, and frowning when she saw there was none left. “And then he just ran off!”

Haley started, genuinely surprise. Everyone had heard the engagement story. She hadn’t realized he hadn’t even planned it.

“You mean to say that Sam caught her at their favorite place in the Valley, while the sky was all shades of pink and gold, and the wind was blowing just right, and he proposed to her then, without any other thought to it?” 

“Yup,” Sebastian said, his eyes gleaming with a hint of pride. If Haley didn’t know better, she thought he might cry then. “We helped him pick out a ring the week before, but he said it was just in case. He’d know when the right moment was. The right moment just happened to be after I smoked him in pool.”

“He needed at least one victory that night,” Abigail crowed, and it took some time to get them back under control. Haley glanced at the clock nervously – she had other people to visit, and she wanted to get some footage of Sam as well.

“And what about them together?” Haley blurted out, knowing that if she didn’t interrupt them, they’d go on until sundown.

“They’re perfect,” the pair said in unison. Haley hoped they had somehow rehearsed that answer; otherwise it was rather unnerving.

“Sam is sunshine, and Michele needed that when she took over that old farm. But Sam needed her too.” They glanced at each other again, and Haley motioned for them to go on, please, film wasn’t cheap!

Abigail stood, Sebastian’s coffee cup still in hand, and made her way towards the kitchen while Haley scrambled to gather her camera and follow. “Sam was going through some stuff at the time. He hadn’t heard from his dad in a good while…” she trailed off as she turned the faucet on, letting soapy water fill the mug, not looking at the camera. She didn’t need to say more for Haley to understand. “Sebastian and I supported him as much as we could, of course, but it was a hard situation. He was falling into a depression. We had to call Harvey once,” she added, brushing a stray curl from her face.

She tried to smile, but Haley could see in her eyes that it pained her, even years later, to talk about it. “But then Michele moved here, and they just clicked. Maybe at first it was the novelty of a fresh face in a town of, like, twenty people. It morphed into them hanging out all the time, and he was taking care of himself, and he was just so happy.”

Sam is always happy, Haley thought, but then, she didn’t know Sam. Not like these two did. And even without knowing him so personally, she knew his brand of cheeriness changed when Michele was around. They were two planets whose orbits danced within each other, two brightly shining stars that only served to make the other more brilliant.

Abigail’s smile had warmed as she continued, leaving the earlier sad memories behind. “Michele was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. I don’t know… I don’t know if he’d be the same person now, if she hadn’t come when she did.”

Sebastian nodded solemnly, though that solemnity didn’t last long. “He’s still the same loser when it comes to pool, though.”

Haley glanced at her watch and started at the time, realizing she’d been recording them for at least half an hour, with little time left to talk to Sam. “I’ve gotta go,” she muttered, hastily gathering her equipment, though neither one of them really seemed to notice – they were both too busy still ribbing on Sam. “See you both in a bit!” They both waved, and Haley walked at fast clip to Sam’s house. She was going to get this footage and make Michele a lasting memory if it was the last thing she did, she swore to Yoba.

~

“Sam?” Haley called, not bothering to knock as she entered the home he still shared with his parents and brother. Although that wouldn’t be for long – obviously Michele couldn’t abandon her farm, and wouldn’t five be a bit of a crowd? Vincent was sitting on the front couch, already dressed in a dapper little tuxedo. Haley prayed to Yoba that Jodi was holding on to the rings he would have to bring down the aisle. Kent was beside him, sliding him the occasional fruit gummy to keep him from whining about the suit. Jodi was nowhere to be seen – perhaps she was helping Sam, or maybe already in the square, putting some finishing touches on the decorations.

At the sound of her voice, Sam poked his head out of his room, his wild blonde hair subdued, but only slightly – the most he had done was tuck in the hairs that had flown out of place, which was a lot for him. He was mostly dressed, but still struggling to tie his bowtie.

“Can you help me with this?” he called, and she shoved her way into his room. He hadn’t seemed to have packed anything – sheet music and clothes were strewn across the floor, his bed was unmade, and all his books were still on the shelves. Haley reached up and swiftly tied the bow, patting his chest.

“There. Now you’re ready to meet your bride.” Sam’s grin, already naturally large, only expanded, nearly meeting the tips of his ears. He flushed a bright red and chuckled, fluffing his hair in the back and messing it up even more.

“I bet she looks so beautiful right now. Have you seen her? How is she doing?”

Haley shook her head, setting the camera up for what would hopefully be the last time before the ceremony. “She’s gorgeous, I’m sure, and doing fine, but I haven’t seen her yet. I’ve been running around collecting memories from the townsfolk, and I wanted to get a few words from you before we had to get out there.”

Unlike Abigail, Sam had absolutely no problem being on camera. In fact, he relished it, flashing the camera a cheesy, over the top grin. “I’m not used to being on camera without my guitar,” he said, his fingers drumming an erratic beat on his thighs.

“I’m sure you’ll be a natural. Now tell me about when you first met Michele? Was it love at first sight?” Haley breathed, her fingers shaking as she made sure Sam was in focus. She’d dreamed a love like that, had grown up watching princesses in movies fall for a man who rescued them from unfortunate circumstance. Sam and Michele were nothing like that – they were better, and she didn’t know anything like that could have existed before seeing them.

Sam nodded, the beat picking up as he slammed his palms against his thighs. “Oh, I don’t know if it was love. That takes time, you know? But I was awestruck when I saw her.” His eyes took on a dreamy, far off look as he remembered the day she’d appeared on the train to take over her grandfather’s farm. “She was just stunning, and a little shy. I was afraid to say something stupid, and I’m sure I did… after falling on my face going to shake her hand,” he laughed.

Haley remembered that. She’d been part of the crowd that had gone to greet her, and Sam had tripped on a tree root and falling flat on his face, acquiring multiple scratches and a nosebleed.

“I’m lucky she let me take her out to the saloon later. Though, it’d been weeks at that point, and I’d done enough to kind of fix my image in her eyes.”

“And then?”

“We fell in love,” Sam said, as it were as simple as that. “She challenged me to become a better version of myself. She gave me the confidence and support to get our band off the ground. She gave me…” he scrunched his eyebrows in thought, trying to figure out how to word whatever he was thinking. “I don’t want to say purpose, because a person shouldn’t give you purpose. But she shows me, every day, how beautiful the world is, and how beautiful we can make it, if we work for it.”

It was, perhaps, the most mature thing Haley had ever heard Sam say, and she felts tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. She blinked rapidly, trying to suppress them; her eyeliner had taken too long to smudge now. A bell chimed, and she started, knowing she’d only have a few minutes to set up her camera for the ceremony.

“That was great, Sam, she’ll love it, don’t be late!” she called, gathering everything in record time. He followed her out, eventually finding his mother, who smoothed down his hair.

Maybe ten minutes later, everybody was seated, Haley in the prime position to catch Michele walking down the aisle. Jas had already thrown the petals out, and the rings, thank Yoba, were in their proper place. Everyone stood and turned at the sound of a door opening, and rather than focusing on the bride – there would be plenty of time for that – Haley shifted the camera towards Sam’s face.

The expression that dominated his features was the most lovestruck Haley had ever seen on a person. He’d been fidgeting waiting for the ceremony to start, but the sight of Michele in a gown that perfectly accentuated her figure – compliments of Emily – had stilled him. His jaw had slackened, but his smile couldn’t be wider, and his eyes had widened in actual shock. It was as if there was nobody else in the entire Valley.

Haley adjusted the camera as Michele took her place across from him, smiling just as widely. They were so focused on each other, it was a miracle that they could repeat their vows. They had found a home in each other, and as they sealed their union with a passionate, slightly-too-long kiss, Haley knew it was going to be better than any fairy tale.