Sam 10 Heart Event But Instead Of Jodi Coming In It’s Sebastian And Abigail

still thinking about my skrunkly wunkly sam 😔

i havent been updating but im actually graduating in 2 weeks

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

guess which love interest HAR HAR HAR

do you write smut or nsft?

i dont!

Sebastian likes frogs. Emphasis on the word likes.

He appreciates them, they do good for the environment. They eat up all the nasty flies that buzz around the mountain lake, too. He doesn’t have to worry about mosquitos snaking on his blood while he smokes. It’s just a plus that he finds them cool and interesting.

Which most people find weird. Sebastian thinks it’s weird that they find it weird. Frogs aren’t going out of their way to bother people.

Yes, he likes them. They’re his favorite animal, certainly.

But favorite is not enough for him to want to smooch a frog.

“Sam, I’m not gonna fucking kiss a frog.”

“C’mon! It’ll be like the movie!” Sam teases, insistently shoving Sebastian to the frog innocently sitting on a park bench. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be your very own froggy princess—”

“Didn’t the girl turn into a frog when she kissed it,” he shoots back, elbowing Sam backwards in the gut. The blond lets out an overdramatic hiss of pain, bent over and clutching his stomach. “Abby, back me up here.”

“I never watched that stuff,” Abigail shrugs, watching with amusement. She makes no move to help at all, comfortably resting against the wide wooden posts of a fence. “Watched a lotta cartoons though. Phineas and Ferb is my jam.”

“Not about the movie,” Sebastian grits exasperatedly. His brows knitting together in frustration “The frog.”

“Mhm, go on,” a cheshire-like grin on her face. “Kiss it, Seb. A big smooch right on its slimy mouth.”

Sam eggs him on, the pain of being elbowed magically disappearing. “Do it! Do it!”

Sebastian presses his lips tightly together. There’s no use resisting once Abby and Sam band together. They’re a force to be reckoned with like this—demanding and overbearing. Sebastian exasperatedly wipes a hand over his face, shooting the poor frog a sorry look.

Sam pushes him one more time, he gives him a stony glare in return. “Fuck—alright! Stop being so damn loud, you’ll scare it away.”

The frog in question croaks slightly, like it senses the trio talking about it. He gives it a wary glance.

As he slowly approaches, Sebastian can hear Abby and Sam’s satisfied sniggering behind him. They roped him into doing another stupidly outrageous thing for the umpteenth time.

He sighs, he really needs better friends.

Mustering up all his courage, he bends down, almost eye level with the frog, resting a hand on the wooden grain bench on where it’s perched upon.

He screws his eyes shut and goes for it.

Sebastian’s lips connect with the frog’s slimy, almost rough skin. So fast and featherlight that it can barely be considered a kiss. Cold against his lips. He pulls back immediately after, wiping any residue off his lips with the back of his hand.

The frog jumps, croaking with,what he assumes is, alarm.

“See?” Abby laughs, ruffling his hair good-naturedly. “No princess in sight. You didn’t turn into a frog either!”

“Man,” Sam snickers, patting him roughly on the back. Sebastian groans with every smack. “It would’ve been cool though, if you turned into a frog. We’d have a frog drummer in our band!”

Sebastian shoves his unruly friends off. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going. The frog is probably traumatized.”

“You can check that off your bucket list,” Abby teases, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kiss a frog before I die. We’ll tell the story for generations.”

Sam howls with laughter, Sebastian feels absolutely mortified.

Before the trio could make any move out of the park, a cloud of green smoke curtains the frog, so thick and so unusual. Sebastian unconsciously backs away from it.

“What—woah,” Sam says, more mezmerised than shocked at the green smoke pouring out of the frog Sebastian kissed. “What is that?”

“The fuck if we know, Sam!”

“Boys, boys, shut the fuck up. Look.”

Abigail points at the fog. It grows and grows, stopping and dissipating once the whole bench is covered with the green mist.

The frog is gone—disappeared into thin air. Instead, a not-so-frog shaped person sits. You blink up at Sebastian slowly.

Woah, woah.

He feels his heart accelerating—for all the wrong reasons. An unusual thumping sound that vibrates all throughout his body—his fingertips, his stomach, his toes. Where there should be fear and panic and definitely fear, Sebastian feels exhilaration.

You’re pretty.

It’s also pretty horrifying for him to think—and feel.

You blink slowly—a frog-like trait that cement his suspicions. You’re staring up at him as he stares back down at you, curious meets bewildered. “…”

His eyes are wide, scanning each and every part of your now not frog-like features. Sebastian feels cold sweat dripping down his forehead—a stark temperature difference to the heat in his cheeks. “Oh—oh shit.”

“Uhm… ribbit?”

-

Another thing he blames on Sam and Abby—his horrifying attraction you; the person, not the frog.

He checks that off his metaphorical bucket list, too.

he helps you clear the farm of leaves during fall but what he doesn’t tell you is that he hides those leaves in the back to burn when you set up the bonfire later

you best believe sam is throwing random shit into the bonfire to watch it burn

Distractions [Sam SDV x GN!Farmer Fluff]

Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Characters | Ships: Sam/Main Character (second person)

Summary:

You were both the ultimate distraction and his sweet inspiration.

Despite his reputation for being a chill guy (sometimes even too chill), Sam liked to think that he could get pretty focused when he wanted to.

Sure, he zoned out in the middle of his mom's lectures (who doesn't let that white noise filter out one ear and out the other sometimes?). Maybe helping Vince with his homework wasn't his forte, but he still tries (and asks Penny why math has to be so complicated all the time.) Of course, no one ever complained about his work at Joja Mart (except for the times where the music led his mop gliding across the floor, and Morris' ass slipped out of his office and right into the produce section. Sam then had to swear to keep his headphones volume had a reasonable rate.)

Okay, so maybe Sam's got flaws just like anyone else. Who could blame him for being distracted every once in a while?

Besides, moments of total concentration came in bursts of inspiration with his guitar. Determined beads of sweat rolled down his temple as the skateboard flips under his feet. A rush of adrenaline keeps his total focus as he tries, for the nth time, to beat the high score at the Saloon's Journey of the Prairie King arcade booth.

And then you came along.

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Shoutout to the 5 other sam enthusiasts

Stardew mods that fix grandpa's awful shitty bed make me so sad. That bed is part of the authentic Stardew experience. Change everything else about the game, but let grandpa have the shitty, terrible deathbed he wanted.