#stardew fanfiction

[catladyoftheyr]

Too Sweet

Harvey x Reader

Ch 2 ~ Ch 3

Summary: you’re the new farmer in town and you ended up with an extra coffee. You offer it to Harvey and have a pleasant chat on his break. Fluff fluff fluff. One suggestive line about a kiss but nothing steamy. Reader is ungendered.

Authors note: I have this TikTok of him with that Hozier song on loop in my head. I love Harvey sm like that is my MANNNNN (also the farmer in that TikTok is really short so they kind of look really young)

Word count: 973

You liked to stop by the saloon in the early afternoon before the evening crowd made their way in. It was quiet and allowed you time to have conversations with Gus before other patrons needed his attention. “Hey, Gus” you called out as you walked in. He glanced up from polishing glasses behind the counter and smiled.

“Hey there! What can I get for you today?” he responded. You’d become a regular at the saloon since you’d moved in earlier this year at the beginning of spring but your order changed too often to be pinned down.

“Coffee today, please” you were feeling tired after spending your morning tending to the farm and needed a caffeine boost. Gus slid two paper cups in front of you.

“Last of the pot. Didn’t want it to sit there and go to waste. Second cup is on the house.” You appreciated his hospitality and generosity. You’d seen him give free hot meals to Linus if he was hungry as well. You slid the cash across the counter and took a sip of your coffee. You thanked Gus again before slipping out into the sunny afternoon.

You wondered silently who to gift your second coffee to, not wanting to keep it for yourself. Just then the door to the clinic across the street opened and you saw the local doctor step outside. “Hey!” You called across the street, trying to catch his attention. He glanced up at you with a confused look on his face. “Harvey, right? Gus gave me an extra cup of coffee today and I don’t need two. I saw you come out of the clinic and I was wondering if you could use a pick me up.” You caught up to him and offered him the warm paper cup.

“Oh thank you! That’s very kind of you.” Harvey grabbed the cup from you. “You're the new farmer aren’t you? I heard you inherited the land from your grandfather.”

“Yeah I just moved a couple months ago. I’m finally settling into a routine and starting to feel like the valley’a a good choice to call home. Oh, the coffee’s black by the way. I hope that’s alright.”

“I actually prefer it that way. I’m glad you’re settling in okay. Farming is hard work, be careful not to overdo it; I’d hate to see you end up in the clinic from overworking yourself. I was actually just about to go on an afternoon walk, would you care to join me?” Harvey looked away sheepishly as he delivered his invitation.

“I’d like that. I actually prefer my coffee black as well. But yeah, farming is tough. It’s a huge change from the desk job I had with Joja back in the city. The farm is still in pretty rough shape but I’m taking it day by day. What made you want to move to the valley? I imagine you can’t get a medical degree unless you go outside the valley.” You watched as the steam from the coffee fogged up Harvey’s glasses. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to clean them before responding.

“I studied in Zuzu city. I’d visited a couple other towns in the valley before, but Pelican Town won me over with its charm. The community is very tight knit here; everyone looks out for each other. May I ask what made you decide to take over the farm?” You hummed quietly, contemplating your response as the two of you walked together. There were so many things that led up to your decision to start over. It was almost impossible to pinpoint it to one particular answer.

“That’s a tough question. I felt the pressure rising for a long time before the bubble popped I guess. Eventually something just snapped and I couldn’t take it anymore. Truthfully I wasn’t very happy in the city. I’d gone through a really hard breakup, and my career wasn’t panning out how I thought it would. Taking over the farm seemed like an impulsive decision, but something in my gut said it was the right choice.” Harvey nodded and sipped his coffee. The two of you sat down on a bench that overlooked the graveyard. An elderly woman with a kind face, Evelyn you remembered her name was, was watering the flowers.

“Sometimes starting over is for the best,” he replied softly. “I hope you grow to love this town and become more integrated in the community.” Harvey held his cup in one hand, letting the other fall close to your own free hand on the bench. The tips of your fingers brushed for just a moment and you felt energy run through you. You’d never looked too closely at anyone in town before, but you noticed now that Harvey was rather handsome. He was clearly older than you, in his late thirties or maybe early forties. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and light stubble on the rest of his face. You felt your cheeks flush involuntarily as the thought of how his mustache might feel against your skin crept in.

“I hope so too. It feels like I’ve been too busy to make many friends in town. I still feel like an outsider,” you admitted. “It’s usually hard for me to talk to people, let alone open up like this. Most of my conversations since I’ve moved here have been with my chickens.”

Harvey let out a small chuckle. “I didn’t know chickens were such good conversationalists.” Just then he glanced at his watch and frowned. “I’m so sorry to cut our conversation short but I have to get back to the clinic soon. I hope I see you again”

“I hope so too. Maybe you can meet the chickens.” You smiled and and gave him a small wave goodbye as he got up.

[panickingpansexuality]

Y'all think that Harvey makes sure that all the sexually active sdv characters get condoms and lube from him? Like big on making sure everyone knows safe sex?

Like even if they come in totally nervous and embarrassed?

"Jodi trust me it's safer to make sure Sam has condoms around that he thinks he's stealing versus him contracting and STD."

"Yes Alex using too much Lube is better than no lube and water isn't a substitute."

[heavenlyraindrops]

Changes With the Seasons| Stardew Valley| Sebastian x Reader

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Chapter Three: Fishing in the Mountain Lake

Masterlist

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Chapter Summary:

After realizing Robin had gone to an aerobics class and shut down her shop, rendering you unable to purchase her house upgrade, you decided to spend some time fishing in the Mountain Lake.

You didn’t know that that was where Sebastian came to smoke. Really, you didn’t. And it was a ‘very unwelcome surprise’ when you found out that he did.

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You’d finally managed to save up for one of Robin’s house extensions, the one that added a kitchen to your house- something you desperately needed. You were standing around at her counter, noticing her absence. You looked around helplessly, wondering where she could be or whether she was even in.

“It’s closed today. She’s gone for aerobics.”

You spun around, eyes narrowing when they landed on Sebastian. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know how stupid you look.” He was wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. You could see his toned arms. You were star- wait, n-no you weren’t! You turned away to face the counter, to show you were blocking him out.

It didn’t work. He walked towards you, getting dangerously close until you were backed up against the counter. You’d never noticed how much taller he was than you. You gulped, steadying yourself with your palms on the wood.

“Well, I didn’t-“ you began to retort before he began to reach behind you, onto the counter. You could feel his breath on your lips, making your face heat up. He pulled back his arm and shoved a piece of paper at your chest. You snatched it up, glaring.

Gone for aerobics class. So the shop’s closed today.

“What did you even need from her anyway?”

“A kitchen extension,” you muttered. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

He tilted his head to the side, amusement glittering in his eyes, “You don’t have a kitchen?”

You huffed, pushing it back into his hands and ducking out from beneath him before beelining for the door. “No,” you snapped. “Piss off.”

You could feel his eyes boring into you as you left.

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Fishing in the Mountain Lake was one of your favourite spots for fishing.

The sky had darkened, pale light rippling across the waters of the lake. You were just about to cast your rod out again when you heard the sound of grass shifting and leaves crunching. Footsteps.

“Yoba, can I never catch a break from you?” You complained. Sebastian smirked dryly, his eyes betraying contempt as he lit a cigarette.

“Not my fault you’re always hanging around where I live.” You rolled your eyes.

You both fell silent, the only sound being the water. He lowered his hands, the cigarette in between his lips, the end of it glowing orange in the dim light. He blew out some smoke. You watched it swirl off into the air, before flicking your eyes back to his face, trying to be as subtle as possible. Despite the cold air, you burned.

You convinced yourself you were just irritated and focused on your fishing. Occasionally your eyes drifted, though.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“I’m not staring,” you replied, a little too quickly. You knew he was smirking.

“Sure.”

You stayed silent for a while more. Then you spoke up.

“You- you know, you shouldn’t really smoke.” Giving up on the fishing, you dropped your rod and made yourself comfortable on the grass. “It’s bad for you.”

He glanced at you without turning his head. “You sound like my mom.”

You tossed a stone into the water. “You should listen to her, then.”

He stared at you for a second longer, before dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his heel. He blew out the remaining smoke. “Fine, whatever.”

You skipped a stone across the water. It hopped three times before sinking.

“You know, people are like skipping stones,” he muttered. You looked up. He joined you on the grass.

“Huh?”

“People are like skipping stones,” he said, more clearly. “They all sink eventually.”

You stared at him. “Ok, emo.”

His brow creased as you grinned out across the water. “So what?” You continued. “The ocean bed can be beautiful, you know.”

“It’s mostly dark, but whatever,” he mumbled. But he glanced at you sideways again, something different in his expression. He ran his hand through his soft black hair. You stared at it. You wanted to reach out and touch it for some reason, but refrained from doing so and knotted your fingers together in your lap to stop yourself. You gulped, then cleared your throat.

“Stop making everything all dark and gloomy for once,” you huffed. He tilted his head to look at you. He didn’t say anything, just stared, intensely. “W-what?” Your voice sounded weak to your own ears, and quiet, drowned out by the blood pounding in your head.

The stars were more bright here than in Zuzu City, you noticed. So was the moon. It shone on Sebastian’s face like some sort of divine light, sparkling in his eyes like shards of diamond.

Sebastian stood up. “It’s getting dark. You should go home.”

You scrambled up, trying to ignore the incessant thudding in your chest as you picked up your fishing rod. “Fine, whatever. Bye.”

He turned around, already leaving. “Good night, Y/N.”

The way he said your name felt strange, for some reason.

“Good night.”

You trudged up the hill, towards your farm, passing by Linus’s tent on the way, His campfire crackled and glowed. There was no sign of the man himself.

You reached home. You sighed, and flopped down onto the bed.

And then that was it.

It was also the last thing you thought about that night before you fell asleep. Staring at the ceiling, until it all grew dark.

[axolotlwrites]

Sunshine

Sebastian x Male Reader !NSFW

CONTENT WARNING:

Gay sex, anal, blowjob, use of the phrases good boy and pretty boy, sebastian takes, reader gives, lots of uses of the word cock, not beta read lol

Sebastian calls you, his boyfriend, and asks to meet at the tavern. What could be so important that he calls you to come out in the middle of the night?

Criticism and feedback requested, and welcomed. I'm new, and looking to improve.

The tavern was unusually empty tonight. Elliot, Emily, Pam, and Gus were still here, but otherwise, all was quiet. Sam and Abigail weren't going to be here tonight, and 5 were kind of worried. You'd been going steady with Sebastian for a couple of months now, but when Sebastian called you and told you he wanted to talk, he sounded deadly serious. That laid back, eternally apathetic veneer melted away, the stress clear in his voice. Whatever he wanted to talk about, it was eating at him. And now, the mystery and questioning of what exactly had him like that was eating at you too. You could only distract yourself with thoughts of chickens and plants for so long.

The stress was amplified when you heard the tavern doors swing open. Your head snapped over to the side, watching him as he walked in. Purple hoodie, hair swept to the side, eternal frown, all the same place you left it. He bee-lined towards you, not even acknowledging Emily's greeting or meeting your eyes before plopping down next to you.

"Hey, Sebby. You alright?" He shifted in his seat, looking up at you before looking back down again. His leg was shaking in place. You scooted closer to him, placing your hand on his leg, and his breathing got faster. "Sebastian? What's wrong, baby?" His body shivered when you said that, in a way you'd never seen him do before. He looked at you, finally keeping his gaze on yours. His eyes were half-lidded, his face flushed red, and he was sweating slightly. And before you knew it, he was on you.

His hands planted against your chest as he rushed you down and started to kiss up your jaw. "Need you, Sunshine. Need you badly." He brought his hand up to your neck, bringing you in to kiss him. Your lips locked with his, the kiss hot and heavy. His lips were soft, and his tongue immediately darted into your mouth. Your hands moved to his neck and back, keeping him close in your embrace. A small moan rumbles in his throat as he pushes himself, trying to get closer in whatever space there is. You could smell his scent, thick and heady, of cigarette smoke and motorcycle oil. He mentioned earlier that he was gonna work on it today, but as his hand started to slip under your shirt, his motorcycle was the last thing you wanted to ride. As his kisses start to dip lower into your collarbone, you get a glimpse over his shoulder and see Gus staring straight back at you.

Your back stiffens immediately, and you snap your hand to his, grabbing it. "Sebastian, we need to go." He looks up from kissing your collarbone, seeing the look in your eyes as you and Gus engage in the world's most judgemental staring competition. He looks back at Gus, the look in his eyes enough to put the fear of Yoba into any man. Without any hesitation, he stands, pulling you along with him. You're already out the door before you can even apologize for the show you were putting on. He drags you out of the tavern, but you don't let him pull you any further. You stop, pulling him back before pushing him against the wall of the tavern.

You were out in the open, and anyone who decided to take a night-time stroll through the town would see the way you plant kisses along his jaw and grind your body against his. "You're so fucking horny for me, aren't you, Sebby? So needy for my touch, making out in the middle of the tavern… you've never been like this for me, but I'm liking it." As your jeans move against his sweatpants, the clothed bulges between you become more pronounced. Finally he speaks, soft and hushed. "I've been thinking about you all day. Couldn't get you out of my head." His hands glide up to your face, holding it as he finally confesses, "Nobody's ever gotten me like this before, this… needy. I need you, Sunshine." You move away from him slightly, making eye contact as your hands move away from him. "As much as I'd love to fuck you, right here, right now, where anyone could see us… I feel like we'd both be more comfortable at my place." Some semblance of clarity finally reaches him in his addled state, and he finally nods. "Yeah, I'd rather we weren't known as the guys who bang in public… my mom would get pissed." At that you laugh and nod, the tension in your body finally relaxing as you grab his hand and start to walk. He follows, closely pulling his hood up as the rain starts to fall on the cold autumn night.

You're barely even through the front door before you've got him pinned against it. Your lips are on his, one hand moving to his ass and the other palming his crotch. His arms wrap around your back, pulling you close as your kiss deepens for only a mere second before having to pull back for air. In between pants of air, he mumbles something under his breath, a small blush starting to creep up on his face. You grin, before bringing a hand up to his face. "Didn't catch that, babe. Say it one more time." His blush reaches a fever pitch, before he finally squeaks out, "I wanna suck your cock really bad please."

That catches you by surprise, but you try not to let it show on your face as you pull away, unbuckling your belt as you do so. "Do you, uh want to get to the bedroom, or-" You didn't even get to finish your sentence before he was on his knees in front of you, shoving your pants down your legs before finally coming face to face with the last bit of clothing covering your already hard cock. He starts to tug at his own sweatpants as he strokes your clothed dick, feeling it quickly rise and throb for him. "You're so damn hard." He says, finally pulling your underpants down and coming face to face with the whole thing. It nearly slapped him as it sprung back up, his hot breath running along your stiff cock. You could feel every small breath and every little twitch as he admired it. "You've got a… a really nice dick, Sunshine." He said, finally bringing his hand up to your cock, slowly wrapping it around it as he looked up at you. Sebastian gave you one last small smile, before finally wrapping his lips around the head of your cock.

"Fuck, Sebastian…" His tongue glides along your head, as he wastes no time trying to take you deeper into his mouth. Despite what presumably little experience he had, he was giving it to you like a pro. He was sucking along your length, your hands slowly settling themselves into his hair as your body relaxes into his. His tongue was almost masterful as he reached all the sensitive spots along your cock. He looked so cute and pretty down there, his hand slowly pumping on his own dick as he tried his hardest to pleasure you. Your hands hadn't left the hair under his hood, even as you pushed it down to get a better look at his cute little face. "So good for me… such a good boy," you whispered, watching as the hand pumping his cock became just a little bit faster, and the blush on his face became a little bit redder. "Oh, you like that, Sebastian? You like being called a good boy?" He nodded, pulling your cock out of your mouth, saying while still slightly out of breath, "Call me pretty, please." You moaned as his lips wrapped around your cock again, "Such a pretty fucking boy for me." His hand moves away from his cock, covered in pre-cum, as he tries to stave off his own orgasm. He gives the head of your cock one last lick and kiss before pulling off once more. His head lolls to the side, a smug grin on his face as your cock is practically dripping with pre. "You, uh, wanna fuck me Sunshine?"

You don't even answer in an understandable language, only nodding as shallow breaths seep from your mouth like steam on a cold day. Slowly, Sebastian keeps stroking his dick as he stands up and walks to the wall. He leans against it, beckoning towards you. Sebastian watches as you walk towards him, legs almost unsteady as his, and bring yourself into his embrace. You bring your hands down to his waist pulling up one of his legs and bringing it up to make space for you as your cock finally slips past his and pokes up into his ass.

The realization comes to you of the silence of the whole ordeal, excluding some dirty talk. The way you understand each other with so few words. The way you both moan and whimper in each other's arms. And as you kiss him on the lips, and finally push past the last ring of resistance and into his body, you finally feel whole tonight. Your body starts to move slowly against his, your pumps shallow, despite your excitement. "Sebby," you moan, pumping into him again, "I love you." Dispelling some of the lustfulness and finally introducing more love into the experience, he brings you into another, deeper kiss. "Love you too, Sunshine." At that, your body speeds up, your dick sliding in and out of his asshole. You plant your face in his neck and start to bite and lick along his collarbone. You can feel the way his ass gives, meeting little resistance as you finally start to pound into him. The clapping of skin on skin starts to ring across the room like a crowd watching an exhilarating performance, and he finally starts to moan into your ear. "Fuck your good boy… keep fucking me," over and over he repeats it, a divine chant in a holy ritual as you fuck his ass. The rhythm becomes solid, like a drum beat in a slow rock song, you bring yourself into him over and over again. Your words are barely coherent, small utterances of appreciation and love being lost among the grunts and moans, and he is in no better of a condition. His hand launches up to your shoulder as he exclaims, "Fuck, Sunshine, I'm gonna cum!" You bite into his neck, sure to leave a bruise as he cries out in moans and whimpers, his cum launching out in large spurts onto his hoodie as he finally finishes. "Sebastian… cumming…" you barely manage to get out, before unloading into his asshole, your cock slowly softening as you pump rope after rope into his ass.

You would probably guide him, both of you on unsteady legs, to bed later. But right then and there, you sat and held him in your arms. Right then and there, you were his Sunshine.

[stardewlily]

Part One of Everything To Me

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. The first part of a new drama-heavy mini-series.

Notes: I originally posted this a few weeks ago but had a bad attack of depression and deleted it. I'm so sorry to anyone who had their bookmark disappear and, even though I'm still struggling at the moment, I will try my hardest to sit on my hands the next time the urge to delete takes me

Synopsis: An unexpected visit from Sebastian's father re-opens old wounds

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Robin, Demetrius, Maru, Sebastian's Father, Emily, Haley

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Family Dynamics, Drama, Emotional Hurt

Warnings: Abandonment Issues

Sebastian let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. He had been working all morning and it was probably time to take a break. His eyes wandered lazily over the various items on his desk as he relaxed, finally settling on the picture of Lily he kept constantly at his side. He smiled as he gazed at it. His wife always teased him for liking this photo so much, saying with a little giggle that he only had it on his desk because he had a thing for her in a bikini. His smile grew wider. Well… that might be partly true, but the real reason he loved this photo was because of the beautiful smile she was wearing as she looked into the camera. The same smile he had fallen so instantly in love with.

He reached out and gently traced her features through the glass. He had longed all his life for someone he could truly be with. Someone who would take away his crushing loneliness and self-loathing, someone he could go to unafraid with open arms, one single person who would finally love him for who he was and who he in turn could completely devote himself to. He had found that with her and missed her with a deep, unending yearning whenever she was gone.

"Lily," he said softly, wondering how she was faring at the market. Haley and Emily had talked her into opening a little stall at the Grampleton Craft Fair this year and they had headed off at dawn, stowing endless boxes of Lily's pickles and preserves in Emily's clapped out old Beetle until there had barely been enough room left in the car for the three young women. He could still see Haley's disgruntled expression as she sat cramped on the back seat holding on to a teetering pile of boxes while the old Volkswagen jolted down the bumpy farm track into town.

He climbed out of his chair, debating the wisdom of pizza for lunch when the house phone started ringing. He stared at it in some confusion for a moment, hardly anyone rang their landline these days, then he realised it was probably his mom. She had a thing for using what she called 'good old-fashioned technology'.

He walked over to the phone and lifted the handset to his ear.

"Hey mom," he said lightly, "what's up?"

"How did you know it was me?" came the surprised response, then, before he had time to answer… "Oh, right, right, I'm the only one who ever rings you on this… I know… I know." Her voice sounded a little ragged, stressed even. He felt a frown begin to crease his brow. For some reason his heart began to beat faster.

What was this sudden sense of foreboding?

"Argh, that's not important right now… Sebby, can you get over here? It's your dad. He's here and he wants to see you!"

Sebastian didn't really know what he was doing as he parked his bike outside his mom's house. Ever since he'd heard those three words, "it's your dad…" his brain had turned to static.

His dad had been a cold, distant man who had walked out on them when he was only four years old and since that time he had barely been aware of his existence, although he had been painfully aware of the aching void that had been left in his life. Occasional cards and letters, strained visits on his milestone birthdays, for all intents and purposes he had no father and had been forced to come to terms with it. Demetrius had been a lacklustre replacement and Sebastian had turned inwards at a young age, seeking solace from books, computers and the quiet spaces of nature. It had always been this way and he expected nothing different. Just like when his mother, against his wishes, had invited his father to his and Lily's wedding and he had, of course, failed to attend. Sebastian had been neither surprised nor saddened.

At least he'd thought not.

He lifted his hand to knock on the door but before he could make contact it swung open and a worried looking Maru peered up at him. He stared at her wordlessly for a moment, unused to such an expression on his usually cheery half-sister's face.

"Sebby," she said softly. She hardly ever called him that. He felt a lump form in his throat. His already pounding heart beat even faster. What the hell was wrong with him? Ah Yoba, he wished Lily were with him right now.

"He's in the living room with mom and dad." She stepped back to let him in. "Are… are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay!" He knew he was speaking the words but they didn't really feel like they belonged to him. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Maru's head dropped meekly. He hadn't meant to snap. He felt instantly guilty but didn't know what to say to make things better.

"Sebastian?" His mother appeared at the doorway of the living room. Her face was pale, her features so sharply defined it almost seemed to Sebastian that they could cut reality itself. "Do you want to come in?"

They stared at each other for an endless moment, an entire history of unspoken trauma shifting silently between them.

"He's here?"

He didn't know why he was asking. Of course he was here. She'd already told him. It didn't make sense to ask.

Nothing made sense to him right now.

"Yes," her voice was a whisper. "Come through."

He followed her into the living room. Demetrius was sitting in an armchair making small talk with their visitor. He looked up when they came in.

"Ah, Sebastian. You're here." He frowned, twitched awkwardly in his seat then climbed to his feet. "I'll leave you three alone then."

He closed the door softly behind him but to Sebastian it seemed like the loudest noise in the world. A high pitched whine assaulted his ears as he stared at the back of his father's head, a head covered in hair as black as his own, a head that turned slowly to regard him with the same grey eyes he saw every day in the mirror. The static in his brain increased.

"Sebastian," his father nodded at him, seemed about to get up, then thought better of it.

"Dad." The word tasted like ash in his mouth.

"I see you're still riding that motorbike." His father gestured to the leather jacket and gloves he was wearing.

"Yeah, it's good for getting around on."

"I'm glad you like it."

His mother coughed nervously and Sebastian was aware of her moving behind him, pouring drinks, offering him one which he immediately declined with a shake of his head.

"Your father is moving away to another country," she said, putting her tray down on the coffee table and casting a hope-filled glance at her ex-husband. "He may not be coming back for a good while and…"

"It could be permanent," his father finished for her, taking a drink from the tray and finishing it in one gulp. "So I thought I should come and see you before I left."

"You're moving away for good?" Sebastian looked from his father to his mother and back again. "Why? I mean… when? Are you leaving right now?"

How was he supposed to react to this?

"My flight leaves in three hours. I have a taxi coming for me soon. It's a new job, the money was so good I just couldn't turn it down and I don't really have anything to keep me in this country anyway."

Sebastian's mouth fell open, he looked at his mother again who blanched and looked away.

Nothing to keep him here?

He had nothing to keep him here?

"I brought this for you." He picked up what looked like an old leather box from the table. Sebastian wondered how he hadn't noticed it until now. "It belonged to my father. He gave it to me and, well, I guess it's family tradition to pass it down and as I'm unlikely to have another son I thought you might as well have it, you being a photographer and all."

He thrust the box Sebastian's way, not bothering to stand.

"I… I'm a programmer, not a photographer."

"I knew it was something starting with P." His father shook the box at him. "I'm sure you can make some use out of it anyway. It's a bit old fashioned, a Hasselblad I think he called it. Still takes photos apparently."

"I'm… not a photographer." Sebastian repeated, took the box and stared at it. He could feel pressure building inside him, bubbling in his chest, tightening his throat. He looked up. His father was checking his watch. His mother was wringing her hands.

"I'm a programmer!" Sebastian blurted, his words higher and louder than he'd expected. "I've been coding since I was twelve. I've been freelancing for five years. I'm making my own game and…"

"My taxi should be here in the next five minutes."

"Five minutes? But… but, you only just got here… you haven't even met my wife. You have to meet Lily. You didn't come to the wedding but you have to at least meet her. She's the best thing that ever happened to me!"

His father looked up at him. "Did you bring her with you?"

"No, she's out today, I…"

A ringtone sounded and his father immediately clicked a button and placed his phone to his ear. "You're outside now? Right. I'm on my way."

"Wait!" Sebastian desperately juggled his own phone from his pocket. "I have a picture of her, you have to see it!" He seriously didn't recognise his own voice now. Wondered who that was who was pleading so pitifully.

His father climbed to his feet, laid a hand on his shoulder as he walked by. "Tell you what, why don't you use some of your photography skills and use that Hasselblad to take a photo of Tilly. You can send it to me in Paris. I've left my address with your mother."

He walked out of the room. Sebastian stared at the empty doorway.

Empty.

Just like last time.

Time ticked slowly by. Silence settled on him like snow. Chilling him to the bone. He shivered. Started shaking uncontrollably.

"Sebby…"

His mother was approaching him. He could see her face through an icy fog.

"I'm so sorry…" she lifted a hand.

"Don't!"

She jumped, pulled back as though burned. But he could feel no heat. Only the cold. So cold.

He turned and left the room.

Robin burst into tears as Demetrius and Maru entered in his wake and ran to her side.

"Robin! What the hell happened?" Demetrius asked, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Sebastian just pushed past us with a face like thunder!"

"Oh my poor boy!" Robin sobbed. "My poor boy! I thought this would be good for him, I thought Liam had changed, I thought he would finally…" her voice broke and she sank back into her chair. "I should have known better. Damn him! And damn me, I've just made everything worse!" She looked up at her husband and daughter, determination forcing its way through the pain. "Pass me the phone. I need to fix this!"

Maru handed her mother the phone and, wiping her tears away, Robin made her call.

"Emily, could you take over for me?" Lily asked, scrabbling in her pocket for her phone. "I have a call and I'd better answer it."

"Sure, hun," the blue-haired girl grinned and took her place behind the counter, tapping her sister on the shoulder to continue arranging their new stock. "Who would have thought we'd do this well? Even I'm surprised!"

"I know," Lily responded with a good natured but weary smile as she pressed her phone to her ear. Her wares had been selling like hotcakes all morning and she was both happy and exhausted in equal measures. She had neither Emily's enthusiasm nor capacity for coping with crowds at this level and was already thinking fondly of her quiet home and her sweet husband.

"Robin? What's wrong? You sound so upset…"

Lily's face turned white as she listened to her mother-in-law's frantic words.

"Seb…" she clicked the button to hang up and let her hand fall limply to her side. She felt sick inside. Her chest ached. "Oh… Sebby."

Why hadn't she been with him?

Emily looked over at her, immediately aware something was wrong.

"Lily…?"

Lily's gaze snapped into focus. She turned and picked up one of the boxes they'd unpacked that morning. "I need to get home. Sebby needs me. Please…" she looked around imploringly. "Help me."

Emily quickly started to gather jars from their stall, nodding at her sister to do the same thing. "But we still have all afternoon…" Haley started to complain then took one look at Lily's face, sighed and went to fetch more boxes.

"It won't take long to get what's left sorted away," Emily said resolutely, packing with a mission. "And my little Herbie will get us home in no time."

Lily gazed at her two friends in gratitude. She hated to put them out like this, but there was no way she could stay here any longer, not after what Robin had just told her.

Just under an hour later they were back in the valley and quickly unloading what was left of Lily's produce outside the farmhouse. Lily was trembling with frustration, desperate to get to Seb, wishing she could just leave everything in the car and rush off to find him. He hadn't answered any of the calls she had made on the way home and she was frantic with worry for him.

"I think that's all of it," Emily called, peering into the back seat as her sister placed the last box on the pile. "Are you sure you don't want us to help you put it all away?

"No, no, it's okay, I'll see to it later!"

"All right, hun," Emily laid a hand on Lily's shoulder and she jumped, so wound up now that even her friend's touch was too much for her to bear. Emily smiled gently. "Go find your Sebby… and know that I'm sending both of you healing thoughts, okay?"

"I will," Lily said, feeling bad for her nervousness. "And thanks for getting me home so quickly."

"Think nothing of it," Emily said and climbed back into her car. "Now hurry up and go to your hubby!"

Lily forced out a laugh, waved at the departing car, then, the moment it was out of sight, turned and dashed into the house.

"Sebby!" she called his name as she flung open the door.

There was no response.

Her gaze fell on the kitchen table.

A pile of smashed metal lay scattered across it. A heavy hammer lay in the debris' midst. She could see dints left in the wood from the force that had been used to destroy the now unrecognisable item.

"Oh Seb!"

The door banged shut behind her as she ran back outside, fear clutching at her heart.

She had to find him. Had to make everything right again. Before anything terrible happened.

Read Part Two

Cute little page dividers by @chachachannah / Boring old plain green ones by me!

[jellyaris]

babygirl.

Gearing up to write some Sam x Seb so I doodled my beloved doofus. Maybe I'll do Seb too.

[miu-senpaii]

Late Bloomer | Shane x reader- Chapter 1: Life is a Series of Paths

Life.

You absentmindedly pondered about life as you watched the scenery outside the window change from a familiar dull, gray blur into green pastures and clear skies. The road ahead seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon, and the low hum of the bus tires rolling across the pavement brought you a rare moment of serenity.

What is life? What is the purpose of life? Is there even a point in trying to find a purpose?

Sometimes, you like to picture life as a series of paths and forks in a giant forest. The foliage seems to block your view of what lies ahead on each path. Thus, you can only blindly push forward and never look back. Some roads are harder to traverse than others; you might have to climb over rocky slopes, cut through vines, or pass through poison ivy. At times like these, some may choose to lie down in a clearing and stay there forever. After all, all the paths lead to the same destination...death, do they not? Why even try? Why does it matter if you never progress, if you miss out on the beautiful scenery that lies ahead on certain roads?

Your thoughts were interrupted when the bus slowed to a halt, and the doors opened with a slight creak. You hear the bus driver call to you, "Miss, you've arrived at Stardew Valley." You take a deep breath as you get up, grazing your hand over your pocket to check that your grandfather's letter is still securely tucked away. As you take your first steps into a new chapter of your life, you remind yourself that life is a series of paths, and you hope the path you chose is the right one this time.

When you step out of the bus, the first thing that hits you is the freshness of the air. It takes a moment for your lungs to adjust to consuming this much oxygen in each breath, a feeling entirely foreign to you due to spending most of your life in the city breathing in all the fumes and pollution. Next, you take in your surroundings. You see more shades of green around you than you've ever seen in your entire life. The trees stand tall and strong, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The fragrance of flowers and grass fills your nose, and for the first time, you learn what the phrase "spring is in the air" truly means. Above, birds soar freely through the brilliant blue sky, and big, puffy clouds--real clouds, not ones coming from factories--float by idly. The entire scenery around you takes your breath away. It feels straight out of those paintings of perfect green pastures and blue, blue skies you would make as a kid.

While you admired the view with wide eyes like an excited child, you noticed a red-haired woman approaching you. You regain your composure and muster an awkward smile as the woman greets you, "Hello! You must be Y/N."

"I'm Robin, the local carpenter," she continued with a kind smile, "Mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He's there right now, tidying things up for your arrival. The farm's right over here if you'll follow me."

She beckons for you to follow her, and you trail behind, listening to your soles crunching on small pebbles littered across the dirt path. You start to feel nervous doubts crawl into your mind. Were you even suited for farming when you had spent most of your days sitting at a desk for more than 8 hours a day slaving away for Joja Corporation? You couldn't even recall the last time you were able to properly work out or take care of your body since your soul was getting sucked out daily by Joja Corp and...him.

You shake your head in an attempt to suppress your bad memories. You decided to come here for a fresh start, something your beloved grandfather would've wanted you to do, and you couldn't give up just yet without trying for him.

After what feels like an eternity, Robin stops in her tracks and turns to face you, "This is Sunnyside farm."

Your negative thoughts resurface as soon as you lay eyes on the state of your grandfather's farm. Well, your farm now and sunny is certainly not one of the adjectives you would use to describe it. Your mouth visibly drops open in shock as you see the overgrown weeds in the yard, the twigs littered everywhere, and the generally poor state of the farm that looked like it had been abandoned for years--which was likely the reality. At that moment, you started wondering if it was too late to turn around and buy a ticket for the next bus back to Zuzu City and beg the devils overseeing Joja to take you back.

Your distress seemed evident to the woman standing beside you as Robin shoots you a concerned look, "What's the matter?"

You're still too shocked to answer, and Robin tries to reassure you with an optimistic expression, "Sure, it's a bit overgrown, but there's some good soil underneath that mess! With a little dedication, you'll have it cleaned up in no time."

"Of course...haha," you nod slowly, trying to convince yourself with your words.

Just then, a neatly dressed old man walks out of the cottage. He gives you a crinkly-eyed smile upon seeing your face and introduces himself, "Welcome, you must be the new farmer! I'm Lewis, mayor of Pelican Town."

You instinctively give a polite nod in greeting, not wanting to make a poor first impression on the mayor. Lewis studies you for a moment before continuing his speech with a chuckle, "You know, everyone's been asking about you. It's not every day that someone moves in. It's quite a big deal!"

You try to muster up as big of a smile as you can at the statement. Truthfully, the idea of being the center of attention has always made you quite uncomfortable. After all, it's way easier for your every mistake and flaw to be noticed when you're put under the spotlight. You were hoping that it would be easier to avoid other people in a smaller town, but you guessed you were wrong.

Thankfully, the mayor seems to change the topic, "So...you're moving into your grandfather's old cottage. It's a good house...very 'rustic.'"

Next to you, Robin lets out an amused laugh and voices out your exact thoughts, "Rustic? That's one way to put it...'crusty' might be a little more apt, though."

Lewis snaps his head around to face her with an offended expression, "Rude!"

Robin doesn't seem to mind as she giggles in response.

"Don't listen to her, Y/N. She's just trying to make you dissatisfied so you can buy one of her house upgrades," the mayor huffed.

The carpenter's eyes go wide for a moment before she turns her head away with a visible pout on her face and her arms crossed around her chest.

You look back and forth at their banter in awe. It was amazing how naturally they conversed and joked with one another, completely setting aside their differences in age and status. Back in the city, you hardly knew the neighbor you had lived next to for years in such close proximity. Everyone mindlessly went about their days, struggling to keep up with the corporate rat race. You guess this is what your grandpa meant by making connections with people in his letter.

Your train of thought was interrupted as the mayor turned his attention back to you, "Anyway...you must be tired from the long journey. You should get some rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself. The townspeople would appreciate that."

You feel relieved that he brought that to your attention, as you just notice how sore your legs are from all the walking. You sighed internally. You were tired and hadn't even begun a day of farm work yet.

You bid Robin and Lewis goodbye and enter the cottage. Surprisingly, the interior is pretty well-kept and as cozy as you remember from your childhood memories of visiting the farm. The house had only one room, but you didn't mind. It was similar to the one-room apartments you lived in except a whole lot cheaper. The room had only the essentials: a bed, a fireplace, a table, a drawer, a TV, and...a fake potted plant in the corner.

You settle in and unpack what little things you brought with you in your backpack. After you finish, you sprawl out across the bed and stare at the ceiling.

The faint, musky scent of wood in the room causes you to reminisce about the time you spent with your grandfather, one of the few joyful memories you have from childhood. Despite how others treated you, your grandfather was the only one who never expected anything of you and loved you unconditionally. He would pull you away during the summers to escape from the constant studying you were forced to do at home and just let you be a kid for once. As you grew up, you were pushed further and further away from him, being told that you had to focus on your "future" and couldn't waste your time on something as unproductive as seeing your dying grandfather. You were devastated when he passed away. You had lost the one true light in your life, and you regret never getting the chance to keep him company in his last moments and return the love he had so selflessly gifted you.

Nevertheless, he left his farm, his life, in your hands, and you wouldn't let him down.

Before you get ahead of yourself, you need to rest. Tomorrow, you plan to wake up early to remove all the weeds in the yard and plow the soil. Then, you would go into town to buy some seeds and possibly introduce yourself to some residents. With your game plan in mind, you shut your eyes and start counting sheep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

...

...nine hundred thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sheep

You pry open your eyes in frustration, the faintest hues of purple already appearing in the sky outside your window. Maybe you were so used to your f*cked-up sleep schedule that it has become physically impossible to fall asleep earlier than 2 a.m. You've tried every possible sleeping position by now and know there's only one solution to your sleepless night...

...alcohol.

You wouldn't consider yourself an alcoholic by any means. As a Joja Corp slave, it was reasonable enough to get a drink or two every time you were overworked and exhausted...which was basically every day. Okay, maybe you're not making a very good case for yourself here.

You trudge over to your drawer and throw on a black jacket with your favorite band back in high school printed on the back. One thing you know for sure is that no matter where you go, there's got to be some alcohol somewhere, and this town is no exception. You aren't sure if you have mentally prepared yourself to socialize with anyone in this town yet, but hey, since you winged this whole farming thing, you're sure you can wing that too.

You are met with the warm night air outside when you leave the cottage. You rarely get a chance to take night strolls like this in the city, so you take your time to admire the view of the stars that were usually blocked by light pollution. In the silence of the night, you can hear the chirping chorus of cicadas, small critters rustling in the bushes, and your own steady footsteps crunching on the ground. You're starting to see the appeal of farm life, how it allows you to slow down and really appreciate the small things around you in contrast to the constant hustle and bustle of the big city.

You wander around the town for a bit, searching for a place that sells alcohol before you hear lively chatter coming from a certain direction. You walk towards it and find yourself face to face with a giant sign reading "Stardrop Saloon" hanging in front of a brick building. Perfect.

As you enter the saloon, the chatter dies down a bit as you become hyper-aware of people's eyes on you. You know it's just harmless curiosity at a new face in town, but you feel your palms becoming sweaty and your pulse rising nonetheless. You quicken your footsteps to reach the bar across the room, avoiding eye contact by staring down at your shoes.

You approach the bar and notice a girl with short, bright blue hair (that reminds you of one of those K-pop boy band members) working behind the counter. When she sees you, she flashes you a bright smile and walks over to you.

"Hey, it's good to see you! You must be the new farmer, right? I'm Emily, I work here as a bartender at the Stardrop Saloon. What can I get for you?"

Right away, you could see that she was one of those genuinely friendly and positive people. You know that you should have more of those people in your life, but it still feels a bit overwhelming at times to face someone with a beaming smile when you yourself were so much more withdrawn and awkward at times. It only reminds you of your shortcomings, and perhaps this way of thinking is a reflection of your parents' influence on you.

"It's nice to meet you Emily, I'm Y/N. I just moved here but you know that already..." you stumbled awkwardly, realizing that you were a lot more socially inept than you previously imagined. To prevent any further embarrassment, you had to cut your introduction short.

"Uh...and could I have a beer, please?" you smiled sheepishly.

"Drinking on the first day, huh?" the bartender asks while cracking a teasing smile.

You feel your face grow hot, and before you can formulate a coherent explanation, Emily lets out a soft laugh and pats your shoulder in reassurance, "I'm just joking. I won't judge, don't worry."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you watched her return to work. You let your eyes wander around the saloon to take mental notes of all the people here that you would most likely have to meet someday.

You recognize your bus driver, an older lady with curly auburn hair, drinking the night away on the other side of the bar.

Behind the counter, there is a man with a fairly large mustache chatting with the other customers, who you assume to be the owner of the establishment.

You spot an interesting trio of teenagers playing pool in the other room. On one end of the pool table, you see a kid with raven hair styled into an emo shag while adorning black from head to toe, reminding you of your high school days. The dark-haired kid keeps calm and cool, lining up the cue stick with sharp precision and never betraying a single emotion on his face throughout the game. On the other end is a blonde kid with his hair sticking up so straight it makes you wonder how many pounds of hair gel he uses when getting ready in the morning. Unlike his emo counterpart, he freely expresses whatever he is feeling, whining with every loss and pumping his fists in excitement whenever he sees a chance to beat his opponent. On the couch, a girl with long purple hair observes their game with an amused grin. All three of them look like they could be members of some kind of rock band, and you wonder if you could bond with them using what little knowledge you have left of the alternative rock bands you were crazy about in high school. The girl's eyes eventually trail over to yours, meeting your gaze with slightly furrowed brows as if asking, "what are you looking at?" and you immediately snap your head the other way.

You internally scold yourself for staring too long, probably seeming like a creep. Thankfully, Emily unknowingly saves you by handing you your beer. You take a shot and feel the warm, bitter liquid pouring down your throat. It takes a few more sips to feel a slight buzz course through your bloodstream.

As the night grows on, the saloon grows livelier, with more unfamiliar people pouring through the door. You had already met a few of the townspeople that came up to you tonight. There was a man named Clint who introduced himself as the town blacksmith, but you did notice that he was a bit distracted throughout your conversation as he kept stealing glances at the blue-haired bartender. Next, there was Pierre, the general store owner who offered to do business with you by purchasing your crops in exchange for buying his seeds. Robin had approached you accompanied by a man you assumed to be her husband. Finally, a beautiful woman named Leah tried to initiate small talk by asking why you decided to become a farmer. You gave a vague response of wanting some change in your life since you didn't quite know the reason yourself, but the woman seemed satisfied with your answer.

By the end, you had to admit that your social battery was draining out. Sitting in the middle of the bar, you start to feel overwhelmed as more patrons crowd around you, chatting away. Your eyes dart around the room, desperately in search of a quieter corner to continue your drinking.

That's when you spot him. Leaning up against the wall next to the fireplace is a man with side-swept purple hair and a bit of stubble on his chin. He has a short and burly stature and seems to be at least in his late twenties. His appearance is messy and unkept, likely due to exhaustion, as evident by the dark circles under his eyes. He wears a neon green and white jersey that you recognize as the Zuzu City Tunnelers uniform with a wrinkly, blue jacket on top that nearly makes you gag when you catch a glimpse of the ugly Joja logo plastered on it. Unlike the other residents of Pelican Town, he gives off a glum and unapproachable aura. Strangely, you feel drawn to the mysterious man and his dark nature, maybe because he reminds you of how you used to be.  

You slowly approach him, and he meets your gaze with piercing, dark eyes that send a shiver down your spine. You hesitantly stand next to him and open your mouth to speak, "Hey, do you mind if I stand here? This area feels quieter..."

The man doesn't acknowledge your question and merely continues sipping his beer.

After a few moments of awkward silence and beer sipping, you work up the courage to introduce yourself to the man.

"Hey, I'm Y/N. I just moved into Pelican Town today. What's your na--"

The man bluntly cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence with a harsh voice, "I don't know you. Why are you even talking to me? Just f*ck off."

You look up in shock to see the man glaring at you with a deep scowl.

You know that look well. A look of disgust, disdain, and disappointment like they were looking at some pest crawling up their leg. A look that suddenly makes you feel so small and worthless, reminding you that you are nothing more than an insect to be crushed at people's feet.

You feel a familiar sensation creep up your spine, your body growing hot yet simultaneously breaking out in cold sweat. A wave of nausea washes over you, your stomach twists in fear, tears prickle at the corner of your eyes, breathing starts feeling more difficult, the hands you balled into fists start shaking uncontrollably, and a string of apologies are barely being held back at the tip of your tongue.

"No matter how hard you try, you'll never change," spat the voice inside your head, "you're too weak, scared, and worthless to take control of your life."

"A doormat. That's all you were and all you will be. A doormat for people to step all over, wipe all their dirt and grime on."

Growing up, you were frequently called too nice by your peers, the perfectly obedient daughter by your relatives, the perfectly compliant worker by your boss, and the perfectly submissive partner by your ex.  The truth is you were a doormat, a coward. Someone too scared to say no. Too scared to let people down. Too scared to take control of your life, to choose your own happiness.

You've barely made a single decision of your own in all your years of living. First, you were controlled by your parents, then your boss, then your ex. Working hard to become a programmer was never your choice, giving up all your free time to work overtime at Joja was never your choice, and moving in with your ex just to be his personal maid while he went out partying was never your choice. Packing everything up to leave your life in the city was one of your first real instances of autonomy.

No, no, no. You were supposed to leave behind everything you despised, including the person you used to be. This was supposed to be a fresh start, but you feel your old self and your past trauma threatening to swallow you whole again.

You think about your grandfather. What he would've wanted you to do in this moment. He would've told you to stand your ground like the strong girl he knows you are.

You take a deep breath and face the man's glare head-on with defiance in your eyes. Your whole body shakes as you speak the words you have been waiting to say all these years.

"You don't get to speak to me like that," you say, voice steadily growing louder, "I was just introducing myself out of politeness. It's not like I'm thrilled to talk to you either. Even if you don't feel like talking, there's no need to be an a$$ about it."

The conversations around you die down as people turn their attention to the obvious air of tension between the two of you. An indiscernible emotion flickers across his eyes before the man trudges out of the saloon with a grunt.

Your shoulders relax, and you let out a sigh of relief. The relief you feel is short-lived, though, as it quickly turns into embarrassment after noticing all the eyes on you. You internally curse yourself for making a fool of yourself on your first day.  

You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see Emily offering you a soft smile.

"Sorry about that, that's Shane. He usually doesn't like to be bothered by anyone, so it's nothing personal," she gives you a thumbs up, "That was brave of you, though. I think it was something he needed to hear."

You finish your beer and pay the tab, quickly leaving the saloon. On your walk home, you try to sort out the mixed emotions in your chest. On one hand, you feel a bit shameful for causing a scene and killing the mood. On the other hand, you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself for not succumbing to your old habits.

"I did it, gramps," you whisper, gazing up at the twinkling night sky with a smile.

You had just taken a step closer to winning the battle against yourself.

A/N: Hello! I've been absolutely obsessed with Shane as of recent (I love my depressed chicken boi), so I decided to get off my butt and write fanfiction for once in my life. The reader is based off of some of my own traits and struggles in life. I hope she can resonate with some of you, and sorry to others anyone who doesn't like her character, she's less of an optimist and more on the gloomy side like Shane. I hope you all enjoy the story. Writing used to be one of my dreams, and it means a lot to me! :)

[purpleandgreen13]

Day 3 of the Grapefruit Sky SDV Inktober Prompts - 'Eyeglasses'

This one was fun to write! You and Harvey go on a first date, but has he stood you up?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50543188

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

Momo's Requests!

Hi! So, this is a long time coming...and I decided to finally post it here! So, hi guys! I'm Momo, a writer who writes for Ace Attorney and Stardew Valley! I just realized that I never really publicly stated that I did requests, except for on my AO3 fics. Finally decided to formally announce here that yes, I do take requests! If you like my content and wanna see my write something, then by all means request!

How do you request, do you ask? Well, it's simple! You either send me a DM on Tumblr or Discord, or send me an ask here! Either one works just fine! My Discord is MochaMochi#7124. When requesting a fic, you can either be very specific or just give me a prompt. You can also request to see WIPs of my work if you want, to see if my work is to your standards.

Now, let's go on to some stuff!

Fandoms I Write

Ace Attorney

Stardew Valley

Ships I Write (Ace Attorney)

Narumitsu (TOP 3)

Klapollo (TOP 3)

Franmaya (TOP  3)    

Lanamia

Lanamiego

Miego

Claypollier

Claypollo

Desiron

Ships I Write (Stardew Valley)

Any of the bachelor/bachelorettes with any male/female farmer.

Any of the bachelor/bachelorettes with each other.

Marlon/Marnie

Bachelor or Bachelorette/Reader

Genres I Write

Fluff

Humor

Smut

Light to Moderate Angst

Canon Compliant/Divergence

AUs

For more in depth info, please check out this or this, which is my full request info!

I'm going to be keeping this post pinned for a week, and I'l unpin this after that.

[stardewvalleyfrog]

Eden x Sebastian

A little scene I wrote during my music history class :)))

With a loud cry, Eden was knocked off her feet by the persistent, scaly serpent that hovered around her in the air. She cursed underneath her breath, scrambling for her crimson sword as the serpent raced steadily towards her. It crashed into her forehead, knocking her head back against the wall. She gasped, the cave spinning around her. She breathed quickly, her heart panicked as she took hold of her sword and held it like a shield over her head, blocking the serpent as it continued. As she tried to level her consciousness, a mummy appeared in her blurred vision. With a rush of adrenaline, she swiped her sword across the serpent and the mummy, knocking them back a little bit. She attempted to stand while she had the time, but her vision became clouded with a sort of static and she flopped back down to the ground, her sword still ready. At that moment, she heard a cry from Sebastian.

“Hey!” he shouted, with a swing at the serpent. She could see his wounds- his black shirt was ripped at his chest and blood stained the fabric. His neck had a gash dangerously close to what Eden knew was an important vein, and he limped along as he slashed at the serpent, the mummy, and the serpent that had just arrived to the party. Her heart pounded and her mind filled with worry for Sebastian. He was hurt. Eden attempted to stand now that the monsters were off her ass and helped Sebastian. With newfound energy, she swung at the monsters. But her head was dizzy and her strikes were not as accurate as they usually were. 

“Sit down, Eden,” Sebastian told her through strained grunts. To her right a bat approached and she attempted to swing at it, but missed and it swiped its claws at her neck. 

“No,” she grunted in reply, landing a strike at the bat. She fought with the thing for a while, her head pounding. 

“Please Eden, I can handle this!” His voice cracked as he yelled in desperation. 

“I’m okay!” she protested, blocking the bat with the flat side of her sword. Eventually Sebastian swung his sword of obsidian at the bat, ending the battle. Eden looked behind her to survey the cave when suddenly Sebastian’s arms were around her waist, picking her up and bringing her in the opposite direction. A loud bang echoed through the cave and the smell of a smoking bomb filled her nose as Sebastian set her back down onto the ground. 

She let out a grunt of frustration, stabbing the dirt of the cave with her sword. 

“You don’t need to do that,” she told him. 

He narrowed his eyes. “Do what, save you?”

“I don’t need saving,” she growled, focusing her eyes on his face. He was covered in dust and blood scattered across his cheek. 

“You were on the ground, you could barely hit that bat. You’re hurt, Eden.” 

“You are too!” She pointed her sword at him accusingly, “I’m not some damsel in distress. You can’t just swoop in and save my life or whatever. I would have been fine. I always am.”

“Yeah, always, because you always explore skull fucking cavern on your own. Come on.”

“I’m just saying, you don't need to be like that.”

He threw up his arms in exasperation. “Like what? Okay Eden, I’m sorry I care about you.”

“Stop that,” she said, her fiery gaze holding his.

He went on. “I’m sorry I don’t want to take any chances with your life. I’m sorry I want you in my future, okay? I’m sorry for wanting to protect you because I love you.”

Her scowl softened, but only slightly. With fiery passion. She stepped towards him. 

“Do you mean that?” she asked with a glare. 

He inhaled sharply and then nonchalantly replied: “yeah, of course I do.”

Eden’s sword fell from her hand and clattered against the floor of the cave. Her hand touched his cheek and his arms wrapped around her waist. Before either of them could wait any longer their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss. Eden’s arm held him closely, protectively. Eventually when their lips parted, she met his eyes and whispered. 

“I’m sorry.”

He blinked. “Why?”

“For acting like that. I didn’t think about your… your fears and stuff.”

He nodded, his forehead against hers. “It’s ok.”

“Just… my whole life I’ve been made out to be someone weak who needs help. I hated it, and you never made me feel like that before today. I guess that’s why I was so mad.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t realise you felt like that.”

She shook her head, taking his hand. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” She glanced at his watch, which read 10:10. “We should go back.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

(How do i end a scene!!!???)

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 61: Dreams Delaying

TUESDAY - WINTER 16

The past few days had felt like a dream.

True to his word, the evening after Elliott’s book reading Achilles had purchased two center orchestra seats for Persephonopolis and had made a reservation at the third nicest restaurant in Zuzu City (third because he didn’t want to go too overboard on Date #2). 

Alex had indeed found a tie, though by covering nearly the whole damn thing with a burgundy quarter zip, he hadn’t been quite as overdressed as Achilles—who had fully committed to their “fancy” theme—had anticipated.

Well. Alex had at least liked his suspenders. He supposed the compliment was a worthy enough consolation prize for sticking out like a sore thumb at the Grannis Theater—half the folks sitting around them were wearing sweatpants. Sweatpants! And in such a lovely auditorium, too—pastel murals of Grecian figures had adorned the ceiling, and ornate floral carvings trimmed in gold and sage green had greeted them as they took their seats of cushioning plush. 

It wasn’t the splashiest spectacle of musicals—a little dark, more than a little sad—but the music was good and the set and lighting design extraordinary. And Alex had been bright-eyed throughout, had jumped to his feet, cheering like a child the moment curtain call began, so it was clear he had enjoyed it enough, which was really all anyone could have wanted. They’d grabbed some late night ice cream before taking the bus back. Achilles had walked him home. It’d been a good night. 

And late Tuesday afternoon, during the tail end of the work day, Achilles had popped over to Zuzu again. His excuse had been to sign up for a membership with Orange Grove, after allegedly having forgotten to the previous day, but Alex had seen clear through him. 

“You’re never going to use this, you hate working out in front of other people.” 

“Maybe I’m signing up to make your numbers look good, ever thought of that, Mr. Manager?” 

Alex only laughed as Megan, who was manning the front desk today, snapped Achilles’ photo. 

“But you picked our most expensive plan,” she couldn’t help but remark as she glanced at his freshly printed, iridescent membership card before handing it to Achilles. He straightened up from where he’d been leaning against the counter and slipped it into his wallet before pointing a thumb at Alex’s turned back.  

“Oh did I? Guess that’s just how much I care about this bitch’s numbers.” 

Though perhaps he was doing too much… Then again, even before they’d been dating, they had seen each other practically every day—there was nowhere else to go in that regard, so surely what he was doing now, the “extra”of it all, was only natural. Only expected. What more else could he do? He wanted to be supportive. Really, it was just a natural part of the transition from friends to… whatever the hell they were right now. Right?

And besides, what else was Achilles doing with his life these days? Why not get out of town for a bit. Spend money. He’d nothing else better to do…  

Don’t think about that. 

It’s not like he was just aimlessly loitering, waiting around for Alex. He’d brought a book. He’d brought a notebook. He had taken care not to distract Alex—who, outside of teaching the occasional class, now spent most of his time in the back office—from his job, though there were only a few minutes left in the work day, anyway; he had timed his visit well, Alex would be heading to the pool soon. He had planned to read and keep Alex company for a couple hours while he trained.

Legs pulled tightly against his chest, Achilles found himself sitting atop one of three lounge recliners once 5:10pm hit. The white fluorescent lights above were nice and bright, and he managed to get through a good portion of his book, but even so, his eyes were repeatedly drawn away from the pages in his lap to the muscled figure in the water.

Just like back in the Summer out in the Gem Sea, it was almost meditative watching him swim—Alex was obviously no amateur; he moved with a seasoned, steady strength and confidence that Achilles could never hope to replicate, arms smoothly slicing freestyle through the water like a hot knife through butter. 

At the opposite end of the pool, he saw Alex pause, chest heaving. He gripped the wall with one hand and lifted his goggles with the other as his coach bent down to speak with him.

Achilles followed their gazes to the massive digital clock on the opposite wall. 49.93 seconds. Not bad. Not bad at all. He knew Alex was hoping to get below 49 by the end of next summer. 

But he found that his vicarious thrill was dulled by something a little more sour, a little more grey; he should’ve been excited, seeing Alex’s obvious joy in finally being able to make strides towards his goals, but instead, Achilles couldn’t help but feel… wistful.  

Selfish. 

He shoved the feeling aside and forced himself to return to his book, though he found himself reading the same sentence twice more than an occasional time. 

But afterwards, in the empty locker room, he’d forgotten his melancholy. He’d tousled Alex’s damp hair, and Alex had kissed him on the cheek, and together they had ridden the bus back to the Valley and he had once more felt like gold. 

Yes, the past few days had felt like a dream. A good dream—a great dream! Yes, he had been feeling great. Feeling absolutely amazing. Feeling better than he had all year. 

Until he didn’t.

[catladyoftheyr]

Too Sweet (Ch. 2)

Harvey x Reader

Ch 1

Summary: this is based off Harvey’s 2 heart event in the game! I wanted to expand on it and add a little tension after their little meetcute. You go to visit George and Evelyn but Harvey is in the middle of a private session with them. You get caught in the middle of everything.

A/N: cliffhanger ending I guess bc I’m tired lmao. Not exactly fluff but not really angst either.

Word count: 722 it’s Smol

The end of spring had come around in the valley and the shift toward warmer weather had left you feeling rejuvenated. You were slowly settling into a new routine, making your way into the chicken coop to collect their eggs. The hens bobbed around affectionately at your feet and you bent down to ruffle them softly as you scattered feed. After the chickens were tended to you filled your watering can, still straining from its weight.

After you were satisfied with the progress on your morning chores you sat on your porch and admired the view. It was so quiet in the valley, no car horns or pounding construction. You noticed your tulips had bloomed and recalled Evelyn mentioning they were favorites. You gathered a few flowers as gently as possible, wrapping a pale ribbon around the stems to hold your makeshift bouquet in place. You laid the bouquet in a basket and started on your way into town.

Passing by the bus stop you noticed a patch of leeks that had sprouted. You added them to your basket, careful not to damage the flowers. Evelyn had mentioned they were her husband’s favorite in passing, and you’d grown fond of him as well. You found your mind wandering as you followed the path toward the elderly couple’s home. You thought about stopping by the saloon to buy Harvey a coffee, and to find out what Gus liked so you could properly thank him for his work.

Evelyn had made a point to tell you multiple times to let yourself in when you visit, no need for knocking. You turned the knob and stepped into the living room. You quickly realized you’d stumbled into something private. George and Evelyn were seated in the room, listening intently as Harvey preached about the importance of a balanced diet. Before you could turn to leave you heard the doctor’s voice call out.

“This is a private session. You can’t be here.”

“Sorry! I didn’t realize you were here. I was just leav-“

George cut you off mid-sentence as you tried to back out the door. “Wait just a minute. I want a second opinion. “

Harvey let out an exasperated sigh. “George please. I’m your doctor. I'd appreciate it if you’d trust me. I went to school for eight years; I'd like to think I’m qualified when I tell you to eat less sodium.”

“I think Harvey’s right, George,” you added sheepishly. “I’m sure he has your best interest at heart. Besides, there’s plenty of healthy options that taste great. I brought you some leeks” you raised the basket meekly. George’s expression softened.

“I suppose you’re right. I’m sorry for fighting you, Doc. And I appreciate your kindness toward little old me. Thank you for the leeks, they’re my favorite.” You said your goodbyes and apologized again for interrupting before setting the basket down on a table and leaving.

Your cheeks burned red when you walked into the sun again. You cursed silently for not knocking, or for dropping by so early. You’d never been so embarrassed. Harvey must think I’m a fool and a stalker you thought to yourself as you paced around town with no destination in mind. You turned back and walked toward home. You felt the tears well up in your eyes and prayed no one else would try to make conversation today.

You slid to the ground in the chicken coop, back against the wall with your head in your hands. Tears began to run down your cheeks while the morning's events ran through your head in a loop. You cried quietly for a while before you felt gentle pecking. You scooped the hen into your lap and laughed softly. “I screwed up today, Scramble.” The chicken looked at you inquisitively. “I totally blew it with that cute doctor. I walked in on him with a patient.” Scramble clucked sympathetically while you pet her. “I’m serious, I made a fool out of myself today. He’s never going to take me seriously now. He probably thinks I’m a total loser.” Your other hen cooed as if to respond from across the room. “You’re right, Henrietta. I don’t need him or his stupid mustache.”

“You think my mustache is stupid?” The coop door opened and Harvey stood in the entrance with a hurt expression.

[panickingpansexuality]

I'm Right Here

Yandere Elliott finding out your pregnant

Elliott x FEM bodied reader

This is based on a scene in the game after you divorce Elliott. Mentions of depression and an attempted suicide.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

You looked at the pregnancy test on the sink, the two little lines indicating a whole new world of bullshit. Five months ago you and Elliott had gotten divorced, his obsessive behavior finally becoming too much for you but now...now what you wouldn't give to have him here at least to comfort you.

Three months ago you and him were at the Saloon and you both had one too many drinks and one thing led to another and in the morning you had a familiar ache between your legs and enough energy to run out of his cabin without looking back.

Looking at one of the tests you put one in your pocket and take a deep breath, he's got to know. You have to tell him, you have to tell him a lot of things.

You go outside in the pouring rain, the flag to your letterbox is up, you open it and see a letter from Elliott asking you to come to the beach.

You feel sick to your stomach, so many horrible possibilities run through your brain. You two haven't spoken since that night and you've heard from Leah that he wasn't doing so great, her and Willy keeping an extra sharp eye on him. It made your stomach churn, fear that you'd miss your chance to tell him.

Shoving the thoughts down you decide what must be done, you turn towards your house to grab a jacket finding it locked. You curse, Elliott most likely still has his key. Hopefully you can catch him on time.

By the time you make it to the beach, Elliott's standing in the dock, he looks weakened like he hasn't been taking care of himself, the bags under his eyes are deep and prominent, the he looks thinned out, his muscles looked weak, even his hair looked greasy.

"Elliott?" You call out coming closer to him, you're shivering and when he turns to you he notices.

"What are you doing without a coat?!" Elliott says rushing to meet you in the middle of the dock, he throws off his jacket and puts it in you.

"I locked myself out.." you admit shamefully.

Elliott sighs and pulls out his house key from a chain around his neck, with it his wedding ring.

You don't want him to take it off, it physically pains you to see the chain come off and fall into your hand.

The cold metal of your ring presses against your chest and reminds you that you two are more alike than you think.

"Why did you want to meet here?" You ask clutching the necklace tightly.

Elliott's quiet for a moment, then he walks towards the edge of the dock and speaks:

"Remember the last time we were out at sea? I spent a long time thinking about it after finishing my novel..."

You did, you remembered the entire moment like it just happened and you loved every moment of it.

"I always knew things wouldn't end well between us and deep down I always knew I'd never see the day I'd grow old."

Cold fills your veins, dread fills your heart. You reach forward and hesitate to grab his hand, to pull him off the dock and into his home.

"As it turns out not only are the unsuccessful but the unfortunate are afraid of death.."

"Elliott.." you say.

He turns and smiles at you, he lets out a small chuckle and says;

"Don't worry I'm not going to die I'll probably come back as a fish or something.."

Without thinking you throw yourself at his back wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his chest, he stumbled backwards.

"WILLY!" You scream out, hoping that he hears you.

"(y/n)!" Elliott almost yells at you. "Let me go!"

"No!" You scream out. "WILLY GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!"

Thunder roars and Elliott moves swings you around trying to get you off of him.

"If you go, you're going to take the two of us with you!"

Elliott pauses, your weight is doing more to him than you think, without thinking he reaches behind him and presses a hand to your unusually firm stomach.

You're starting to cry the rain thankfully mixing your tears. Finally the door to Willy's place opens and he sees you two.

"HELP ME GET HIM OFF THE DOCK!" You yell.

Willy understands what's happening immediately, and rush to help you. You hop off his back and Willy helps you take Elliott back to his house. He doesn't fight you two.

You three enter and Elliott goes on his bed and sits there unable to look at either of you.

"Keep him inside." Willy says, "I'll go get Harvey."

You nod and sit with him.

For a moment the only sound you two hear is the rain hitting the ceiling, the smell of the rain and sea mixing together in the house.

"You didn't mean Willy up there." Elliott says softly.

"No.." you say, "I didn't.."

"Are you pregnant?" He asks looking over at you, his eyes are red and he looks so broken.

You nod and start to tear up. For a moment he's quiet, and then he looks over and with humor in his voice he asks;

"Is it mine?"

You grab his pillow and make a swing at him, he smiles and puts a hand up to deflect the hit.

"Asshole!" You grunt out, Elliott grabs the pillow and you two struggle with it before the both of you are hanging onto it tightly, you're glaring at him but he's got happy tears going down his face.

"I know I'm just joking."

You let go of the pillow and he puts it beside him.

"I'm keeping it." You state, "I know you don't want to stay but...but if you did and if you wanted to know them..you're more than welcome to."

"I'm gonna be a dad." He breathes out.

"Ellie..." You say, "You can't try and leave like that again..please I can't..I can't- they won't understand and I'd..I'd miss you too much."

"You'd miss me?" He scoffs.

"I wasnt that drunk." You say the tears come easily.

"I miss you, I know how you can get but if we can work together on it so you don't keep me in bed rest just because you're jealous..."

Elliott winced, he isn't proud of his past actions.

"Then I'd welcome you back.."

"Ok." Elliott states, "I'll work on it, I'll get better and I won't leave you, I don't think I'd have it in me after..this."

You press the hand that still holds the necklace and press it back into his hand. Wordlessly he unclips the necklace and puts his ring back on his finger.

"I'll get you a new one." He promises.

"No need." You say pulling your necklace out and unclip it and put your ring back on your ring finger.

Once you're finished you notice Elliott's watching you, for how long you don't know. You stare at each other for a moment before he leans forward and kisses you. You pull yourself more on the bed, Elliott presses himself against you like you're air, like he's trying to make sure you know how much he loves you. His hand goes on your stomach and he breaks for air, his head going into your shoulder. You feel his entire body start to shake and his small cry goes to a sob.

You hang onto him tightly, as his cries continue to grow.

"I'm sorry." He sobs out, "(y/n) I'm so sorry, for everything. I love you. I swear I do I'll get better for you, for us, I swear."

The door opens and Harvey and Willy walk back in.

Elliott and Harvey talk for a long time, Willy stands at the door and you sit beside Elliott holding his hand.

At the end of it, Harvey says he's going to call a friend in the city for Elliott but tonight he shouldn't be alone.

"He can stay with me." Willy states, "Or if (y/n) wishes to keep an eye on 'im."

"I'll go with them." Elliott says, "They locked themselves out and I still have my key.."

Harvey nods and looks over at you for reassurance which you give in the form of a nod.

Once you and Elliott reach your place and he unlocks the door you're both soaking wet.

"I'll go get some spare clothes." You tell him, "I still have some of yours.."

When you come back into the living room Elliott's taken off most of his clothes and set the wet ones in the dryer.

You've seen him naked before, you've seen him fully clothed, but you can never prepare yourself the sight for how beautiful he is to you.

You wish the storm had taken out the power because you're blushing so incredibly hard at the sight of him.

Elliott gives you a soft smile at the notice of your expression. He walks forward and kisses your forehead before taking his clothes into the bathroom.

A few minutes later you're changed and both of your clothes are in the dryer, Elliott comes out holding one of the positive tests in his hand. He looks up at your with tears running down his face and asks:

"Can I frame this?"

You giggled and nod, grabbing his hand you lead him to your bed, hesitantly he puts the test on the nightstand and crawls under the covers with you.

"Are you sure?" He asks

"Yes." You say, "Are you ok with it?"

"Absolutely," Elliott says, he takes your cold hand from under the covers and presses a kiss to it. "I haven't been able to sleep since we divorced."

"You slept pretty well last time I saw you." You grunt out curling towards his chest.

"That's because I had a wonderful work out before then." He says,

You both chuckle at his response and you sneak one of your hands in his, gripping it tightly.

"I'm right here." He says, "I'm right here."

"So am I." You say, "I'm not going anywhere again."

Elliot's hand grips yours and his other sneaks around your waist.

[heavenlyraindrops]

Change With the Seasons| Stardew Valley| Sebastian x Reader

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Chapter Summary:

After befriending Abigail, she invites you to hang out with her friends at the Stardrop Saloon. You agree, deciding that socializing would be a good idea.

You did not expect Sebastian to be there.

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Chapter Two: the Stardrop Saloon.

Here is the Masterlist. This is also available on Quotev and AO3. I’d appreciate it if you guys could follow me on there!

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You were browsing in Pierre’s store when you had first met Abigail. The purple hair interested you enough to consider her worthy of conversation, and upon speaking to her you realized that the impression that the purple hair had given you did not disappoint.

“Right… I heard someone new had moved into the old farm.” She tilted her head, tapping a painted nail against her cheek. “Shame, really. Not that you moved in. I just liked exploring those overgrown fields by myself.”

You smiled and shrugged. “Well, you can still come over and explore. I doubt I’ll be able to clean up all of it before the end of the season.” At your words, her eyes lit up and she smiled her gratitude.

“Thanks. You know, you’re actually pretty cool.”

“Am I?” You asked nervously, picking up a bag of parsnip seeds and bringing it to the counter, where Pierre was waiting.

“Yeah. Say, today’s Friday right? Me and my friends usually go to the Saloon and hang out. You should come with!”

You looked up. “Really?”

“Yeah!”

You shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to meet some new people.” Abigail grinned, flashing finger guns at you as you exited the store, her words trailing after you:

“See you this evening!”

-

You were hanging around outside the Stardrop Saloon, waiting for Abigail to arrive. You had done your best to look nice, exchanging your dirty overalls and muddy boots for a sweater and shoes that actually looked clean.

You recognised her wavy purple hair from a distance, and waved at her. She waved back, enthusiastically, and met you at the door before leading you in.

“Seb and Sam usually play pool, and I just sit on the couch, but it’ll be fun to not be third wheeling this time,” she said.

“Seb and Sam?”

Abigail looked at her. “Haven’t you met them?”

You tilted your head. “I don’t think so?”

“Well, I guess you will now.”

The first one to enter was Sam. He had his blond hair pushed back and upwards, and grinned at you. “Whoa, are you the new farmer?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Cool.” He turned to Abigail. “Where’s Seb?”

Abigail shrugged.

Sam sighed. “I’m not so good,” he muttered. Then perked up at your confused look. “At pool, I mean. Maybe if I…”

He proceeded to try some strange trick on the pool table and sent a ball flying.

“Just admit it,” Abigail said. “Seb’s gonna kick your ass. Again.”

Sam gestured at a stick and jerked his head towards you. “Wanna play?”

“Nah… I’m no good.”

“Try it!”

“No.”

“Just do it,” Abigail cajoled you. You rolled your eyes, lifting up your stick.

“Okay Nike representative,” you muttered, before positioning yourself, and jerking the stick forward.

It missed the ball completely.

You heard a snicker. A new voice. You shot up. “I told you I’m no… what are you doing here?”

Sebastian flicked a strand of hair out of his eyes, quirking an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You scoffed, tossing the stick at him, much to Sam’s disappointment, and went to join Abigail on the couch. Seb was short for Sebastian. How could you not think of that?

“Have you two met?” Abigail asked, looking in between Sebastian and you.

“Yeah, he told me to fuck off at the docks.”

“Objection,” he said in a bored voice, positioning himself at the pool table. “I said no such thing.”

Your hand flew to your chest. “Surely you jest?” You said, mocking his- only slight- use of old man dialect. You watched his brow furrow. About three balls went into their respective holes. Sam squawked with terror as his turn came around.

Abigail watched you both with a strange expression, then turned to you. “Let’s get some food or something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you said, getting up and walking over to the counter. Abigail turned to you, with a weird look on her face that you couldn’t decipher.

“Hey, what did Seb really say at the docks?”

You scoffed. “Nothing. Just said “tHe oCeAn iS bEtTeR enJoYeD aLoNe” after I tried to introduce myself, which pretty much implies he wants me gone, right? And we’d just met. So rude.” You paid for a pizza, balancing it on your hand as you walked back to the arcade area. Abigail trailed after you.

“Hey… he’s just… not very sociable. Like, he’s just like that. You shouldn’t really take him seriously or anything.”

“Sure, whatever,” You said, placing the pizza on a corner table. It had two red plush stools, one of which you flopped down on, with Abigail following suit.

“Whoa,” Sam said. “I love this.”

“Y/N chose it,” Abigail said.

“How’d you know?” Sam asked, picking up a slice.

“Sam, get back over here. You’re just looking for an excuse to not play against me ‘cause you’re losing.”

Sam scurried back, denying Sebastain’s accusations after promptly losing the game about five minutes later. You balanced your chin on your palm, and your elbow on the table, watching them in silence while Abigail took a shot at an arcade game.

More specifically, you intensely stared at Sebastian.

You couldn’t help it. You found him pretty, although if asked you would go to great lengths to deny it. Even to yourself. Yet you still stared, so there was that.

Sebastian caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow, smirking. You scowled, face burning, and turned back to your food. You could still feel his stare burning into you, so you went and joined Abigail at the arcade game to distract yourself.

For an asshole, he was pretty.

[axolotlwrites]

Hee hee hee ha

I am committing atrocious activities

Motivation has finally come to me and I'm gonna finish this trans sebastian fic by next wednesday

[stardewlily]

Part Two of Everything To Me

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. The second part of a new drama-heavy mini-series. Part one is here for those who missed it.

Notes: This is another story that bit the dust during my recent bout of depression. I think it was up for less than a day before I deleted it and only had one note but still, I'm sorry to that one person for their disappearing bookmark!

Synopsis: Seb & Lily deal with the emotional fall out of his father's visit until a trip into the mines causes fresh trouble

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Abigail

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Mental Health Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drama

Warnings: Abandonment Issues

Sebastian stared out over the water. He was sitting at the end of the abandoned dock near the tide pools. It was peaceful here. Nothing but the sound of rolling waves. He loved this place. It was where he had proposed to Lily.

Lily.

He blinked. Wondered why his vision was so blurry. He wished she were here right now. For some reason the waves weren't soothing him as they normally did. He still felt so cold inside. Had felt that way ever since he left his mom's. Ever since he'd smashed that camera. Ever since…

His dad had left.

Again.

He shook his head. The static was still there. Was it ever going to go away?

He was so alone. His vision blurred even more. Always alone.

It was what he deserved. Wasn't it?

"Sebby…"

That voice. That sweet sweet voice.

"Lily…"

He looked up. Oh Yoba. He needed her. Needed her more than anything.

He let out a broken cry and reached for her.

"Lily, he did it again! He left again... Why, Lily? Why? What did I do? What's wrong with me? Why does everyone always leave?"

"Oh Sebby…"

His eyes were huge, his tears endless. She couldn't bear to see the face she loved full of so much pain. She flew to him, tears streaming down her own cheeks, threw her arms around him, pulling him to her as she collapsed to her knees beside him on the dock.

"You didn't do anything, Sebby," she crooned as his arms snaked desperately around her and he buried his face in her chest. "There's nothing wrong with you, it's not your fault, sweetheart, it's not your fault!"

"Lily!" he sobbed, clutching her so tight she could barely breathe. "Don't leave me, don't leave me!"

"I'm not going to leave you, Sebby," she said, stroking the silk of his hair and rocking him gently, heart aching with sympathy for him. "I'm never going to leave you. Never. You mean the world to me. I love you, I love you so much!"

"Lily, I'm not going to let anyone leave me ever again, I swear it! I'm never letting go of you, Lily, I'm never letting go of you!"

He held her as close as he could. Now she was here the static was gone, her warmth had chased away the cold and the waves could soothe him again. He sighed into her chest. Lily. His precious wife. The one thing he could never lose. He would do everything in his power to keep her with him. With him forever.

Sebastian smiled as he took a sip from his latest 'World's Greatest…' mug. Ever since his father's visit Lily had been an even bigger sweetheart than usual, treating him to so many silly little things that he'd been completely overwhelmed. She had come back from town the day after his initial upset with a mischievous grin on her face and every morning since then he had received his coffee in a new mug that had proclaimed him in turn to be a multitude of things, including the world's greatest husband, lover, musician, programmer and philosopher amongst others.

She had cooked his favourite foods for him every single day and had even invented some new ones. This morning she had woken him with a breakfast éclair iced perfectly in the shape of a little keroppi, his latest 'World's Greatest Froggy Boy' mug sitting right next to it. He had laughed so hard when he'd seen the tray and when she'd giggled and told him how she'd had to get that mug specially printed he had pulled her into bed and shown her just how much he deserved his 'World's Greatest Lover' mug.

Along with all of that she had put up with his endless moodiness with not a single complaint. And he had been moody. He knew he had. All of his old abandonment issues had resurfaced with a vengeance and he had vacillated between periods of bitter introspection, locking himself away for hours at a time, to clinging to her so desperately that he had literally not let her out of his sight, constantly holding onto her, touching her, following her around everywhere like a lost puppy. The deep, dark, broken part of him, the part that expected anger and rejection, had instead been blessed every single time with her sweet smile, her ready embrace and a supply of love so endless and constant that he'd been brought to tears time and time again with the knowledge of just how lucky he was to have her in his life.

And now, for the first day in ages, she was gone. He looked up at the clock and tried not to feel nervous. He knew she had left for a good reason, working on a job to help the town fisherman, Willy. The old man apparently wasn't meeting his quotas and was panicking so much about his poor catches that Lily, kind hearted as always, had offered to help him. Sebastian hadn't wanted her to go but knew he couldn't keep her at his beck and call forever. He also knew that he really needed to get on with his own work and so had kissed her goodbye as she headed off to the lake with her fishing gear, wished her luck, then spent all his time ever since counting each minute until she returned.

He shook his head and tried to turn his attention back to his work. Everything would be just fine. She hadn't really been gone that long and when she returned he was already planning to cook her favourite meal to show how much he appreciated her.

He sighed and started coding. Yes, everything would be just fine. He knew it.

Lily pulled her wire basket up out of the water and smiled to see it nearly full. She'd had a really productive couple of hours at her old lakeside fishing spot and hugged herself at the thought of how relieved Willy would be when she brought her catch to him. She set her bait and cast again, thinking she might as well take a little more advantage of her good fortune. There was always room for a few more, after all!

She was already thinking ahead to after her trip to Willy's shop, humming happily to herself at the thought of being back with her Sebby again. She was so busy with her daydreaming that she didn't hear Abigail's approach until the girl sank heavily to the ground next to her, frown on her face, rucksack and pickaxe on her back, sword strapped tightly to her waist.

"Hmph!" Abigail declared meaningfully, tugging vengefully at the grass near her knee.

"Abby!" Lily exclaimed. "You made me jump, I didn't hear you come up!" She looked over at the goth girl, wondering what was causing her black mood. "What's wrong?"

"My stupid dad," Abigail pouted. "He saw me practising with my sword and went absolutely ballistic. Started spouting all this crap about how young ladies shouldn't wield weapons, that I shouldn't even be thinking of going into the mines, that I should just go home and help my mom with the dinner!" She looked up at Lily indignantly. "Can you believe it? I told him how the mines can't be that bad 'cos Gil never even gets out of his chair, plus you go in the mines all the time, but he just rolled his eyes and started mumbling something about you being a bad influence!"

"Well, I used to go in the mines," Lily said, trying to keep an eye on her float as Abigail began digging ferociously at the ground with a stick she had found. "But I don't anymore. It can be dangerous, you know?"

"Oh, don't you start too!" The stick snapped and Abigail tossed it aside in disgust. "I thought you'd be on my side!"

"I am on your side," Lily sat down beside her. "He had no right to say those things to you, it was pretty sexist really."

"Damn right it was! He's so fucking archaic, I can't believe it! Well, I'll show him! I'm gonna go in those mines, right to the deepest level, get the biggest diamond I can find and shove it right under his nose! That'll show him what young ladies are capable of!" She climbed to her feet and marched off in the direction of the mine entrance, a determined expression on her face.

"Abby!" Lily struggled to her feet, calling after the rapidly departing girl. "Are you sure that's wise? If you're going to go into the mines you should really start with the lower levels, the monsters farther in are…"

She trailed off. Abigail was either too far away to hear her or just refusing to listen.

She frowned and looked at her fishing line. Dammit, she didn't want to leave her spot but she couldn't let Abby go getting herself into trouble. She was one of Sebby's friends and she didn't want to think about how upset he would be right now if anything bad happened to her.

She groaned and set off after her, hoping she still had time to catch up before anything stupid happened.

Yoba, Abigail could move fast for someone carrying such a big pack. Lily had already lost sight of her before she finally came to the mine entrance. She wondered momentarily if she should go to the guild to fetch Marlon but decided against it, the guild building was too far away, by the time she got there Abigail could already be deep in the mines. If she could just get to her before she had the chance to properly set out, all would be well.

She hurried through the doorway and ran over to the elevator. Her heart sank when she saw it set to level eighty. She had hoped that Abigail had only been joking, that surely the girl would know how dangerous those deep levels could be.

She jabbed at the recall button, heart hammering in her chest as she tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for it to arrive. Ah, how could it take so long? She needed to get down there fast. If only Abigail hadn't made it to the ladder yet.

The door pinged open and Lily jumped inside, realising only as the door slid shut in front of her that she didn't have a single weapon on her. Nothing she could even use to defend herself with.

Well, she would just have to hope that it wouldn't come to that. There weren't always monsters on every level, after all. Sometimes when she had gone mining she had passed a whole day seeing nothing more threatening then a few nervous slimes. She began to tap her foot again as the elevator whined its way down.

Yes. Maybe she was worrying about nothing. She just needed to get down there and talk some sense into her, that was all.

The elevator ground to a halt and the door pinged again. Lily was through it before it had even finished opening, looking frantically around the room for some signs of Abigail. There was nothing to be seen and her frown deepened as her gaze fell on the ladder leading down to the deepest levels. There was nothing for it. Abby had gone down there and so she would have to, too.

'I'm sorry, Sebby,' she said to herself as she clambered down. 'I know I promised you I'd never go in here again but it's for a good reason and I'll be straight back out.'

She sighed. She hated breaking her word, especially to him.

"Abby!" she called out as soon as her feet hit the bottom. "Abby, where are you?"

"Lily? Is that you?"

Lily let out a sigh of relief as she turned and saw Abigail on the other side of the cavern, sword in hand, peering back at her, monster-free and completely safe in the dim light of the torches fixed at varying intervals along the walls.

"Abby, thank Yoba you're okay!" she started making her way over. "You need to come back up with me right now, it's way too dangerous on these levels!"

"Are you joking?" Abigail laughed. "There's nothing here! I didn't know you were such a scaredy-cat, Lily. I'm going down to the next level, I don't see any rocks worth breaking here."

"Abby, no!" Lily reached out, watching in dismay as Abigail descended to the next level. "Ah, dammit, dammit…" she ran over to the ladder, fear piercing her heart as she heard a high-pitched scream from below.

"Abby!" She slid down the ladder so fast she could feel the skin burning on her palms. "Abby!"

She landed in a pile of rock dust and turned to see Abigail cowering back from the group of shadow brutes she had disturbed with her sudden entrance.

"Abby," Lily spoke with utter calm, though her heart beat so fast she was sure she was about to die. "Get back here right now, don't try to fight, you don't stand a chance."

The shadow brutes turned to look at them, there were four, it seemed almost as though they had been talking amongst themselves, a small circle of stones lay at their feet, like some kind of gathering spot. Not for the first time did Lily wonder if they were actually as mindless as people liked to think.

"Lily… oh, Lily…" Abigail whimpered and fell, scrabbling frantically backwards as the brutes climbed to their feet.

"Get back here," Lily hissed, "and give me your sword!"

Abigail screamed again as the shadow brutes darted for her as one. She dodged them just in time, turned a desperate gaze towards Lily, tossed her the sword.

"Get up the ladder, now!"

Time seemed to slow to a crawl for Lily. She somehow managed to catch the sword by its hilt. Stepped between the brutes and her friend. Watched as the girl threw herself at the ladder. Began to pull herself up it.

Then she turned to face the brutes, sword raised high in her shaking hands.

"Fetch Marlon!" she cried in the moment before they descended on her.

Abigail stared down in horror as Lily disappeared beneath a roiling black mass then turned and ran for the elevator door.

"Marlon," she gasped as she sank into the corner of the elevator, shaking like a leaf. "Have to fetch Marlon."

And then she put her face in her hands and wept.

"Oh, Lily, I'm so sorry!"

The frog mug slipped from Sebastian's grip and smashed to the floor. He stared at the shards and his shaking hands. What the hell...? One minute he had been drinking calmly and the next minute a shock had run right through him, like something terrible had just happened.

He looked at the clock.

Lily. Something had happened to Lily.

All of a sudden he was sure of it. She needed him. Needed him right now.

He shot to his feet, grabbed his helmet and bike keys and ran for the door.

All the way down the mountain road his heart was racing, he couldn't shake the sickening sensation that something was wrong, he was off his bike and running before the sound of the engine had even fully died away.

He ran as fast as he could, lungs tearing as the lake finally came into view. His eyes scanned the water's edge frantically, finally coming to a halt on the empty fishing spot.

Where was she? Why wasn't she here? Turning to look at him with a smile on her face. Like she should be… just like she should be…

"Lily…" his voice was a broken moan, he barely recognised it as his own. "Where are you?"

His phone went off in his pocket, he slapped a hand on it, wrenched it to his ear.

"Seb!"

It was Abigail. She sounded terrible.

"Oh Seb… it's Lily… I… I'm so sorry…" he could hear her crying… "this is all my fault… aaah… you have to come to the mines right now… there's been an accident!"

Sebastian's knees gave way. His phone fell to the ground.

His world went black.

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