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Sebastian and Shane accidently bump shoulders in town
Shane : Fuck off dude
Sebastian : No you fuck off
They start making out vigorously
Why'd you only call me when you're high?
Sebastian x Fem Farmer!
I am tryinggg to make it a slowburn but miserably failing tbh
Inspired by pajamakidz on tt and youtube
Read it on Ao3
Chapter 1
You spotted Sebastian smoking by the river, his tired eyes gazing out over the water with a dull glare. He was wearing a black tank top, his usual hoodie wrapped around his waist, and you fought the urge to stare as you passed by him. The uncharacteristic show of skin revealed the tattoos covering his right shoulder and back, intricate patterns and references you knew nothing about etched onto him in black ink. You’ve never seen him like this before, only hearing about the tattoos in passing from Abi when she talked about wanting some of her own, and it always made you curious. They were beautiful, illuminated by the summer sun mercilessly beating down on him, black against ivory skin. He blew out a plume of smoke, clearly deep in thought. You tried to pass quietly but the rustle of grass gave you away, Sebastian’s eyes slid to yours and silence hang between you for just a moment before he looked away, nibbling on his snakebites. While you have spoken to Sebastian a few times, you weren’t exactly friends, barely even acquaintances if you were being truthful, the only thread connecting you to him was your shallow friendship with Abigail.
You’ve been in Stardew Valley for a couple months now, spring had passed you by peacefully and ushered in the searing summer heat, though the season just started. Everyone in town was nice enough, welcoming you into the community with open arms, though sometimes you noticed slithers of tension between the townsfolk. Decades of secrets bubbling under the façade of perfect harmony, offhanded remarks that tipped you off to the unpleasant history the people here bore. It was certainly awkward when it happened, that small moment of resentment, you having to act like you haven’t noticed. Small town life was awfully different from the city.
Your favourite day of the week was Friday, when everyone gathered at the Stardrop Saloon. The bustling atmosphere was wonderful, and seeing the familiar faces of the residents was comforting after a long week. Nothing like this happened in the city, local bars and clubs gained and lost customers all the time, nothing stopped the city from speeding ahead and evolving into something unrecognizable every day. This was different, the customers were always the same, everyone knew each other by name, and life here was slow and steady. Fridays were the chance for you to catch up with everyone, and without fail it was always a constant in your schedule.
The thought of getting to go to the saloon this evening made you giddy; this week was particularly hard on you. The crops weren’t cooperating, and the animals were being difficult, it really took a lot of work to keep up with it all. You continued to trudge along, running all over town to finish up your errands before the evening, from Pierre’s shop to Clint’s to a favour for Penny, the tasks never ended. By the time you were finished, the sun hung low in the sky, getting ready for night. You ran home to drop off your ridiculously heavy bag then rushed back to the saloon.
You opened the door and were immediately hit with the sound of laughter, it put you at ease. Faces turned to look at you, and plenty of smiles were shone your way with casual waves here and there. You made a beeline to the bar, flashing a grin at Emily before ordering your usual fruity cocktail.
Emily took a glass from underneath the bar and started pouring your drink. “How has your week been?”
“Just the usual, though the animals are being fussy due to the weather, the heat isn’t to their tastes,” you laughed.
She nodded, sliding the drink over to you. “The weather has been quite nice today though, compared to later in the season!” You dreaded the thought of it getting even hotter.
Just like that, the idle chatter continued, people sliding in and out of the conversation for the better part of two hours, clinking glasses together and cracking jokes only the mild buzz of alcohol would facilitate.
You felt a pair of hands suddenly squeeze your shoulders before tugging you out of the crowd. It was Abi, a keen look in her eyes and cheeks rosy from a bit of booze. She dragged you to the more secluded arcade of the saloon, where Sam was once again losing a game to Sebastian.
“Seb, beat Sam faster so our dear farmer and I can play a game.”
This did earn a chuckle out of Sebastian, who then proceeded to finish the game swiftly, much to Sam’s dismay.
“You don’t even like pool Abi,” Sam huffed.
“And you can barely hit a ball after all these years,” Abi retorted, starting to set up a new game.
Before long the game was ready and Abi was holding a pool cue with as much triumph as she could muster, making joking remarks at Sam’s expense. It didn’t take long for you to realise Abi was as equally abysmal at pool as Sam. At first it baffled you, why would she want to play if she doesn’t know how? But then you saw her ploy, “Seb, can you help me? If I win, I’ll buy you a drink later!” She gave him a cheeky smile.
“Hold on! This is so unfair! You can’t make fun of me for being crap at pool then make doe eyes at the resident expert! This is tyranny Abigail.” But all Abi did was stick her tongue out at Sam.
Sebastian shrugged before getting up to give her instructions. She cosied up to him quickly, leaning against his chest and making intense eye contact, definitely spurred on by alcohol. You and Sam were kicked out to the couch, watching the whole scene unfold. Sebastian, unfortunately for Abi, seemed unfazed.
“So, how does it feel being used as a stepping stone for Abi’s private pool lessons?” Sam whispered over to you with a soft chuckle.
You sigh dramatically, “It’s ok, not the first time I’ve been exploited by a lovestruck girl, though she could’ve just asked him, or tried to ‘play’ against you.”
“Like I’d ever let that slide, she’s too pussy to ask directly anyway, can only use cheap tricks.” Sam sounded amused.
You snorted, “If she heard you, she’d chew you out.”
“Abi is too busy making googoo eyes at the town’s emo to even hear what I’m saying right now.”
Just as Sam finished his sentence, Abi finally managed to hit a ball, earning Sebastian an elated squeal from her.
“You know, you should hang out with us more often, not just Abi, unless you wanna kick it with the oldies that bad.” Sam now turned to you with a genuine smile, gently bumping your shoulder.
You didn’t know how to respond, joking around with Sam like this is certainly fun, and the thought of getting to do this more often did make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You ended up returning a bashful smile and responding with a soft “I’d like that.”
Another squeal erupted from Abigail as she celebrated her victory, making you and Sam turn back to where the game was being played. Sebastian had stepped away from her and watched as she tested out her new skills at the table. Sam laughed before elbowing your side, “You gonna join her now that she can play?” But you couldn’t respond, laughing instead at the sensation of Sam’s elbow on your ribs. You really hoped he wouldn’t realise how ticklish you are, but you’re unlucky.
“Holy shit, are you ticklish?”
You immediately blurt out a “No!” but it’s too late. Sam has caught on now and he instantly begins tickling you relentlessly, your neck, your sides, any skin he can get to while dodging your flailing arms. Your back hits the couch as you try to get away, but Sam just moves with you, determined to keep up this terrible torture method. You cannot stop laughing, to the point your stomach hurts and you can barely breathe, tears sliding down your cheeks, but Sam doesn’t give up until you’re squawking “Stop! Stop! Oh my god please I’ll pee myself I swear!” between gulping breaths. He finally stops, now laughing at the expense of your dignity. Amid the chaos, you have somehow ended up under him as he hovered over you, arms caging you in to hold himself up. You take this opportunity to kick him in the stomach, making him jump back and allowing you to scramble off the couch and escape.
You sheepishly look over to Abi and Sebastian. Abigail is gawking at the scene, clearly very entertained, Sebastian on the other hand is staring down Sam with a blank look, before catching your eye. His expression doesn’t change as you look at each other, his face forever unreadable. Abi pokes his stomach, catching his attention and says, “I’ll win this game for you teach.”
With that, she sets up another game, for real this time. As she does, Sam and Sebastian wander off to the bar, probably for more drinks. Abigail is now humming to herself, clearly elated at the way the night has turned out.
The alcohol is starting to get to your head. Earlier with the others you couldn’t quite get a buzz going and, in your attempt to kickstart the night, you clearly had too much too fast. As Abi prepares for her first shot, lining the pool cue up on the table, all you can think about is how giggly you feel and how pleasantly numb your face is. You really did not mean to get drunk today, but the little food you had earlier, Sam’s attack and those stupid fruity little drinks created a hell of a mix for your body.
You went over to the table to take your turn, savouring the satisfying sound of the billiard balls hitting each other. Abi hands you the pool cue and you lean down with a light thud over the table, the alcohol clearly affecting your motor skills. You run the cue past your fingers, sloppily hitting the ball which bounces around, hitting nothing. You hear a chorus of laughter behind you, the boys have returned with four drinks and were now watching you fail at pool alongside Abi, who was clearly starting to get a little more than tipsy too.
“For me?” You eye a deliciously red drink in Sam’s hand. He nods.
You swipe it away from him and take a long sip, grimacing at the strong taste. He must’ve asked for a double shot, how mischievous.
“Not up for the challenge?” Sam asked, clearly delighted with your expression. That was provocation enough and you happily took another swig before throwing him a smug grin. The four of you clink your glasses together and you start sipping on your drink, pacing yourself, it was definitely too strong for your tastes. You and Abi return to the game as Sam and Sebastian go to the seats to lounge about, murmuring amongst themselves about who knows what.
Time seems to go at an agonizingly crawling pace as Abi slowly beats you at pool. Each turn you both get more careless with your movements, the alcohol now hitting you full force. The pool cue really doesn’t want to listen to you, flying all over the place as you try your best to aim for the ball, giggling and leaning over the table, swinging your legs behind you, the game completely lost at this point. Your drink has been long finished, and whatever spirits were mixed into the sweet juices were doing wonderful things to your mood. Everyone else around you were equally merry, cracking jokes and making fun of your shit pool skills. The evening dragged on like this, the moon hitting a high point in the sky before you finally peaked at a clock and realised how late it was.
“Oh shit, I gotta go,” the words came out with a slight slur and an involuntary giggle. That prompted the trio to also look at the time, everyone collectively deciding they should go too.
Three hours had passed since Abi first pulled you away from the others at the saloon, and in that time you have definitely grown closer to Abi and Sam, Sebastian however still remained a mystery. Alcohol was a great social lubricant, but it was not a miracle cure, and this particular boy loved to keep to himself. The four of you wandered over to the door, lazily waving goodbye to everyone on your way out, doing your best to sober up.
As soon as you stepped outside, Abi fell down the saloon steps, so much for sobering up. Immediate laughter erupted among the group, fueled by the alcohol. Sam quickly helped her up, Abi herself struggling to stand as she hunched over, grabbing her stomach while giggling uncontrollably. She tried taking a few steps but couldn’t quite walk straight, leaning on Sam, who was also swaying all over the place. The scene earned a sigh out of Sebastian, who was surprisingly sober, or maybe good at acting sober? You didn’t know.
“I’ll get you guys home,” Sebastian said, “Abi first, she’s the drunkest…somehow.”
She did not drink that much, this is how you discovered she’s a lightweight, quite a cute trait if you were to say so yourself. The four of you shuffled across the plaza, not far from Pierre’s shop. As you got closer, Abi begun to clumsily sift through her pockets, looking for her keys. After a while she finally fished them out and unlocked her door. Not ten minutes later she was safely tucked in bed, and you were off to drop off Sam, who was giving you two an entire speech on his new song idea while almost tripping over his own feet. He was moving around so erratically you were sure he would topple. You had no idea how he managed to drink so much; it was quite a feat. After a few spins and skips across the plaza, which you may have joined in on, you were at his place, and he was stumbling inside with Sebastian at his side making sure he gets to bed alright.
And then it was just you and Sebastian alone.
“Well I better get going-“you began, fully intent on walking through the forest back to your farm.
“I’ll walk you.”
“Oh no, it’s alright, what could possibly happen to me here?”
“A lot.”
Sebastain started walking before you could get another word out, messing with his snake bites again, the metal catching the soft moonlight as it passed between his teeth. The two of you walked in silence, making your way into the woods, which have now gotten considerably dark. In any other forest you would’ve been terrified, but you knew this place like the back of your hand. The silence stretched into something uncomfortable, your drunken mind couldn’t take it, the bleary haze in your head fighting for a conversation topic. You made your way deeper in, passing towering trees and bunches of wildflowers, your arm brushing his as you tried to walk straighter than your feet allowed. You didn’t know if Sebastian felt the same, if the silence also felt awkward, if the subtle sensation of your arm brushing against his also sent little jolts through his skin, if he also focused on the way air escaped your lungs just as you focused on his. You didn’t understand the emotions that were coursing through you, you’ve met hundreds of emo boys back in the city with tattoos, and piercings and motorbikes, in that regard Sebastian wasn’t any different, and you didn’t know him well enough to distinguish him from them, so why were you feeling like this? It must be the alcohol, the feeling of a man walking next to you a bit too closely and the remnants of laughter that followed you from the saloon were messing with your emotions.
The air was chilly now that the moon was out, and the wind that whistled past caused a shiver to run through you, it made you wish you had more layers on. Sebastian must’ve noticed because before your brain could even catch up with you, he had draped his hoodie over your shoulders.
“Thank you,” you muttered.
“No problem.”
A few beats of silence passed before he asked, “You smoke?”
“Sometimes.”
He stopped in his tracks and fumbled around in his pockets before pulling out two cigarettes and a lighter, pressing one of the cigarettes to his lips and setting it ablaze before offering the other to you. You took them, placing the cigarette to your lips before trying to get the lighter to turn on but after a few futile moments it was clear the thing was newly dead.
“Well shit,” he mumbled before leaning in closer to you, grabbing the lighter from your hands, “Can I?”
You weren’t sure what he was asking but you nodded anyway. Sebastian leaned down, eyes closed and touched the end of his cigarette to yours. Your heart started hammering at the proximity, never having been so close to him before, your eyes couldn’t help but stare at his features, the milky skin, the tiny mole on his left eyelid, his slightly chapped lips. The breath was stuck in your throat, you’ve never been so grateful for your bad habits before. Your own cigarette lit up and you inhaled softly, taking in the nicotine. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked straight up into yours before pulling away.
“There ya go,” he said it so casually you were almost dumbfounded.
You stayed silent for just a moment before letting out a soft, “Thanks.”
“S’alright.”
His face was barely illuminated by the cigarette, but you could see the way he looked at you, it was intense, and made you look away, focusing on the grass instead. He took a drag of his cigarette, breathing out a cloud as he talked, “Smoking is a bad habit y’know,” a playful smile on his lips.
You snorted, “look who’s talking.”
“I’m a lost cause.”
“Excuses.”
You could feel his eyes follow your movements as you fidgeted with his hoodie. He breathed out another plume, leaning down towards you. “If I quit smoking, who else would you stare at as you walk by?” he was teasing now, the smell of alcohol heavy on his tongue. “You aren’t subtle.”
“I’m just looking at my surroundings!” you sputtered.
“Sure.”
You never realised you stared so often, unsure of what to think of the news.
He began a slow walk towards the farm, making sure you’re following along. You stumbled after him, your stomach now starting to feel queasy and your head much too light for your own good. The nicotine of the cigarette you were puffing away at eased your senses and you focused on getting home in one piece. The silence was much more comfortable now, maybe alcohol is a miracle cure after all.
Before long, the farm came into view and you staggered into it, wading past tall grass and large rocks to finally make it onto your front porch, Sebastian following closely behind. You looked for your keys, leaning on your front door for support, your body struggling to keep upright now that your bed was so close by. When you finally got a hold of them and managed to open your door, Sebastian escorted you straight into bed which you collapsed into it immediately, nodding off. You barely registered Sebastian’s soft goodnight as he walked away.
local emo spotted outside. Scientists baffled🐸
I can’t draw frogs if I hear one bad thing about the frog I’m going to get you
curious about something so i want to conduct a free-response survey. who (or what) first comes to your mind when you hear the name sebastian
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IF THIS DOES BECOME A MOD I WILL PAY.
I usually don't like most portrait mods....
This one is so pretty look at him 💜
SEBASTIAN PORTRAITS
yeah hey but what if i actually managed to make that mod-
Who installed viruses on my pc???????
Farmer belongs to @cini3139 <3
he's so horrible at talking to people he clicks the wrong dialogue option irl but thats okay they can both be loser nerds together
This is accurate marry me Sebastian I fucking love u 😘
Am i the only one who imagined the first meet like this?? *swooon*
FLUFF ALPHABET W/ SEBASTIAN — STARDEW VALLEY
SUMMARY: The Fluff Alphabet by @snk-warriors featuring Sebastian!
CONTAINS: sfw, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship
NOTES: Dedicating this to @badgerintraining who asked about this a while ago! I’m so sorry this took me so long to post. I was really enjoying my break before the semester started and now that it has, it’s kept me busy. I hope I did your boy justice!
A = Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Sebastian likes playing video games with you or to have you at his side while you watch him! He likes having your input and commentary as he plays. This includes you playing Solarian Chronicles with him and Sam too. He also likes showing and explaining his comic book collection to you!
B = Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
He loves your touch and your skin! It’s always so warm and your scent relaxes him. He loves being enveloped by you. It’s not something he thought he liked before—in fact, he wasn’t receptive to it at all—but with you, it’s so different. Your presence and touch is calming because you’re not overbearing or expectant of him. When anyone else touches him, he visibly tenses.
C = Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Sebastian isn’t great at comforting people. He’s very awkward. For example, if he finds you crying, he’ll stand there for a moment before going to sit next to you. He hesitates to rub your back at first (he does awkwardly) but eventually pulls you into him. He doesn’t say anything, just letting you cry, all while he becomes increasingly more comfortable with petting your head and holding you tighter. He’ll ask you if you want to talk about and then offer to do something you enjoy, like watching your favorite show.
D = Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
He pictures a quiet life with an occasional outing. He’s not concerned about marriage or children—he’s never pictured that life for himself personally. He might want to buy an apartment in the city where he (and you!) can go to every so often.
E = Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
He tends to be more dominant but it’s not on purpose; he’s kinda stubborn. For example: if you come home later than you said you would, he’s waiting for you at the door or on the porch and telling you off. He does it out of love and worry but tries to come off as though he’s more mad than he actually is.
F = Fight - Is it easy for them to forgive their s/o? How are they when fighting?
Although he tries to act tough, he’s very sensitive! If you hurt him, he’s going to be quite passive until you approach him to apologize. He’s not gonna initiate anything. If holding grudges was a sport, he’d be the MVP. The same pretty much goes for when you fight. But if he was in the wrong, he’ll probably be mad for a little while but later he shamefully apologizes.
G = Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
He’s very grateful for you as a person but doesn’t recognize his gratitude beyond that very often. Not because he isn’t! He most definitely is but it doesn’t cross his mind frequently. When it does, he becomes kinda mushy, giving you more physical affection than normal and doing you favors around the house or farm.
H = Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
I think Sebastian has a lot of secrets or things about himself that he’s not willing to share. It’s so hard for him to open up. The longer you’re together, the more he does and the easier it is for him.
I = Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Without a doubt! He’s very open-minded and is willing to do just about anything to ensure your happiness. He tends to like what you introduce to him to even if he thinks he won’t at first! It’s enough that you want to spend time with him.
J = Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
He doesn’t get jealous very easily but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you, he gets pissed. He’s not confrontational so he’ll aggressively remove you from the situation, pulling you close to his body. He’ll then either lecture you, asking you what the hell was going on, or he’ll give you the silent treatment with one word answers or grunts. Either way, he is not letting you leave his side nor is he removing his hand from you.
K = Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Inexperienced king. The first kiss was awkward and shy on his part. He was a little hesitant, cupping your cheek so gently and slowly pulling you in. His kiss is so soft and sweet, like you were going to crumble beneath him if it wasn’t.
L = Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
On a motorcycle ride to a cliff with a view of the city!
M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
I think the thought of marriage kind of freaks him out. Commitment freaks him out. If you’re down to never be married, he’d be very happy. But if that’s something you know you want, you’ll need to tell him that so he can ease himself in the idea. The closer and longer you’ve been together, the more receptive he is to the idea.
N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
Babe, Sweet Thing, Doll. He mainly calls you by your name and sometimes ‘babe’, reserving the other two mostly for the bedroom. He’s not much for nicknames otherwise.
O = On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
To people who don’t know him well, no, it’s not obvious. To people who do know him well, it’s painfully obvious. He spends less time in his room, he’s happier, he’s friendlier, he’s more sociable. His loved ones catch on quickly that something’s up and he knows there’s no hiding it.
P = PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
I don’t think he talks a whole lot about you. That’s not to say he’s unhappy or ashamed because that is so far from the truth. Sebastian is a very private person, only willing to let the outside world in on a surface level. The closer he is to someone, the more he’s likely to mention you. He just wants to keep his private life private.
Q = Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
he’s good with his hands Sebastian is very good at setting boundaries, mainly that of alone time. His social battery drains very quickly—it always has—and he needs frequent time to himself to recharge. Please don’t take it personally! It has nothing to do with you. Even in your honeymoon phase, he’ll need this. It aligns with your schedules pretty well, though. While you’re busy going throughout your day on the farm, he’s at home using that time to spend alone, and in turn, time to miss you. He’s always so happy to see you return, hoping you’d like to spend time together for a little while.
R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
I think his first reflex is to do something cliche and romantic, like taking you out to a nice restaurant. His second would probably be a more adolescent approach, like a movie. And there’s nothing wrong with either of those date ideas! But as he grows more comfortable in your relationship, he starts taking you places he enjoys (and of course, thinks you’ll enjoy too), like going to a concert, going to an amphibian and reptile showing, or even getting a (small) couple tattoo.
S = Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
He hates when people try to help him without him asking. He knows how that can make things worse so he doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. Unless you ask him for his help and specify what it is you need his help with, he’s gonna back off. He’ll always give you emotional support though. He wants to see you succeed and help you in achieving your goals!
T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Sebastian is such a creature of habit and doesn’t feel a need for much adventure. He prefers to keep a lowkey routine and is very content with it. He needs to be able to rely on it to manage his anxiety and depression.
U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
He’s a lot more empathetic than he might come across. Sebastian is very perceptive and he quickly picks up on what bothers you. Even if he might not exactly understand what you’re feeling, he does understand what it’s like to not be so he’ll always try his best to empathize with you.
V = Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Sebastian strikes me as the type to lead with his heart. He might not completely rationalize a situation or think logically at first. For example: if you’re in danger, he’ll run into it head on in an attempt to bring you to safety, not considering other possible factors or hurdles he might come across. So he’ll do and endure just about anything if it means you’re happy.
W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
On rainy days, Sebastian likes to either take you down to the docks or to catch frogs with you! At the docks, he brings a couple of towels for you both to sit on as you stare into the horizon, cuddling each other under your shared umbrella. Catching frogs brings out a child-like innocence in him that you rarely ever see. He’s completely himself too, telling you everything he knows about them or about that specific species you caught.
X = XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
He’s actually more affectionate than you may think! He likes having you in his lap while he works at the computer. He’s especially cuddly in the morning and at night. If he’s not holding you, he’s wrapping himself around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. But he’d never admit to doing that to save his life.
Y = Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Sebastian will probably text you hourly to check on you, maybe even call you just to hear your voice. He greets you at the door when you come home, suggesting a movie or chill multiplayer game.
Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind?
Absolutely! He’s a lot softer than he likes to come across. If you asked him to quit smoking, he might give you some gruff about it but eventually would. It wouldn’t leave his mind, in fact. He’d look at it as something he had to do, the only reason he’d hesitate at first is because of the addiction. Otherwise, if you asked, then sure!
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Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter
Nine.
TW: smoking
Dear Farmer,
Tonight at around ten o’clock PM, a rare and beautiful event will take place. The moonlight jellies will be passing by Pelican Town on their long journey south for the winter. We’re all gathering at the beach to watch. You don’t want to miss this!
See you tonight,
Demetrius.
My parents would always pick me up from Grandpa’s before the dance of the moonlight jellies. When Mom was around, Grandpa would plead with her for me to stay another night and that he would take me to the city. It was Dad’s rule though. He didn’t pick me up or drop me off and Grandpa wasn’t allowed to come to our home. Looking back, Mom probably wanted me to stay but knowing Dad, it wasn’t going to happen. I’ve begged Dad to tell me why his relationship with Grandpa was so strained but he never went into much detail. “He was hard on me. Just leave it at that.” I would beg Grandpa for answers too. “That’s something for your father to tell you, when he feels ready.” I haven’t spoken to Dad at all since I moved to the valley. I wonder if he feels deja vu.
I’m making poppy seed muffins as my summer flower garden has been more than bountiful this year. I figured a little late night snack would do the town good and maybe improve my friendliness with some of the villagers I haven’t gotten to know that well. I’ve learned that I can’t be cold and off putting like I was in the city. If I want to live a good life here, I have to be like Grandpa.
“Smells good in here, Farmer,” I recognized Sam’s voice immediately. I’m making a honey glaze for the muffins that are baking in the oven. I look over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of the trio of people I’ve been able to call my closest friends.
“What have I told you about breaking into my house?” I ask Sam with a chuckle.
“‘Ts not breaking in if the doors are unlocked,” he says. I shove my mixing bowl into Sam’s hands.
“Keep mixing. I have something for you guys,” I say as I go into the other room. I hear the faint sounds of the wooden spoon scraping against the metal bowl. Sam never fought me on things, I feel like he trusts me or whatever he doesn’t understand, he knows I have a good reason for it.
“Are you making these for tonight?” Abby asks me from the other room. I find the chest I keep at the end of my bed and pull out three crystals.
“Yea, I had some freetime. I gotta get people to like me somehow, right?” I say as I reenter the kitchen. I take the bowl from Sam’s hands and set it down. “Alright, close your eyes and hold out your hands.” The three do as they’re told.
“It better not be a bug,” Abby says.
“I hope it’s a bug!” says Sam. I place a crystal in each of their hands. Amethyst for Abby, Frozen tear for Sebastian, and Tiger’s eye for Sam. My trips to the mines had been successful and I had made my way down to the eightieth floor. It was hard work but I didn’t have much to do besides farm work and fixing up the old community center. The community center was going to take me a while so I figured I might as well slay some monsters and make a profit from the gems I find.
“Open your eyes.” They do and their faces light up when they see the gems.
“How did you know I love this?” they all ask. I shrug.
“They just seemed like your vibe,” I said. That was a lie. While foraging, cutting down trees, and just being in the valley I stumbled upon some notes. One was a page from Abby’s diary as I had recognized her handwriting. She mentioned she liked keeping amethyst under her pillow. Another was Sam’s shopping list, I also recognized his chicken scratch. He mentioned that Sebatian liked sashimi and frozen tears. I didn’t know what that was until I stumbled upon it in the mines. I remember Grandpa collecting around one hundred of them one summer and then giving it to Robin. He mentioned she wanted to make a chandelier. Sam was a little trickier though. I was having tea with Jodi one afternoon and she was telling me stories about my Grandpa and how kind he was to Sam. Even after I would leave when the summer was done, Grandpa would still watch Sam when Jodi needed it. One day Sam came home with a large yellow and brown crystal and was so overjoyed about it. He still has the tiger's eye Grandpa gave him all those years ago.
Abby wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” she says. The boys also nod and thank me.
“Well, thank you guys for caring about me,” I say, “you’ve made my adjustment to the valley a lot easier.” My nightmares aren’t as frequent, I’m smoking less even though I do miss when Sebastian would brush my lips with his fingers every time he gave me one, and I just feel better overall.
“Are you going to the dance of the moonlight jellies tonight?” Sebastian asks, “it’s the one festival I actually enjoy.”
“I think I will,” I say.
“Finally! You never got to seem them when we were kids, I remember being sad for you,” Sam says. My kitchen timer goes off. The muffins are ready. I pull them out and carefully dress them with the glaze. Abby goes to grab one but I slap her hand away.
“You’ll get one tonight,” I say and she pouts.
“Oh! I almost forgot,” Sam says while digging in his pockets. He pulls out a crumpled flyer and hands it to me. “We’ve got a gig next Saturday in the city. Some old songs, some new songs. You should come.”
GOBLIN DESTROYER
Julius Ballroom Patio
Fall 6
6PM
“I can’t wait to go,” I say and place the flyer on my fridge. “I’m glad you got out of your writer's block.”
“Write what you feel. That’s what you said. I also had help from Seb and Abby so I couldn’t have done it without all three of you.”
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I wanted to wear something other than my usual farm get-up. Like being at the beach in the rain, there’s something surreal about being at the beach during the night. I took my hair out of my usual braids and pinned my bangs back with a white bow and then threw on a light blue sundress. It was a little chilly out but I felt okay with my arms exposed. Fall is my favorite season and I couldn’t wait for the weather to break. As I step out of my house, I see that Sebastian is waiting for me. I can see I’m not the only one who decided to wear something different. He’s wearing a different pair of black ripped jeans than his usual and is wearing a dark gray button up with the first three buttons unbuttoned.
“What a surprise,” I say, “what brings you over here?” As I get closer to him, I inhale his scent. His cologne had hints of cedar, tobacco, and vanilla. His lit cigarette added an extra layer of tobacco. He smelled like heaven. He takes his half finished cigarette and puts it between my lips and before I could protest, he swiftly lights himself another one.
“Needed to get away from my family. I figured we could walk together,” he says as we make our way off my property. He seemed tense and I could tell that he had been chain smoking the entire walk here. “You look nice,” he says.
“Thank you. So do you,” I say, trying to not let my eyes linger.
“Demetrius wanted to take a family photo down at the shore. When he saw me in this, he seemed pissed off. Before I left I could hear him and my mom quietly arguing. I don’t know about what and I assumed it was about me. I just got the hell out of there,” he says while anxiously smoking his cig. “He’s known me since I was three. He raised me. I don’t understand why he hates me so much.” He kicks some rocks as we make our way through the town square. I wrap my arm around his and lean my head on his shoulder.
“You deserve better.”
“Ah, that’s just shitty father figures for ya,” he says, his mood shifting. I take my head off his shoulder and I see that he’s smiling at me. He knows I get it. We both finished our cigarettes before reaching the beach and I unlink arms with him. Him and I separate. He goes to Robin and I start chatting with the other villagers. When we separated though, it felt hesitant. Like he didn’t want to leave my side. Occasionally, I’d look over my shoulder and catch him looking at me.
“Farmer!” Vincent exclaimed as I approached him, Jodi, and Sam.
“Hey kiddo,” I say and reach into my pocket. Yes, my dress has pockets. I pull out a grape and he gasps.
“Wow! How did you know I like grapes?” he asked. Sam’s discarded shopping list. I press a finger to my lips.
“Santa told me,” I whisper. He looks up at me with wide eyes. I also give him a poppyseed muffin and pass those out to the other villagers as well. I look across the docks and watch Haley take pictures of Sebastian and his family. If I’m being honest, I felt a little jealous but I knew not everybody was happy in the family. Could I even create a happy family and break generational trauma? As I start to spiral, Haley approaches me, snapping me out of it.
“Seb wants a family photo,” she says. I look at her confused.
“Didn’t he already do that?” she rolls her eyes at me.
“Like with you, Sam, and Abigail.”
“Oh.” Yoba, you’re so dense, Farmer. I can hear Sebastian say in my head. I follow Haley to where Sebastian is and eventually Abby and Sam join us. Sam and Abby are on the end and Sebastian and I are in the middle. I’m smiling but genuinely smiling. I haven’t felt warmth from others in a while. I look up at Sebastian, seeing his face flushed out with his own version of expressing happiness. He’s feeling the exact same feeling I am.
the consequences of desire
chapter two - adjustments (read it on ao3 here!)
i woke up the next morning to the sound of one quiet knock and three louder knocks at my door. from my bed in the corner, i heard two voices - one: timid and unsure, the other: enthusiastic and confident. i knew immediately that these must be the two friends i’d already heard so much about, whether from lewis (who has a strong dislike for the blond boy), or robin (mother of the raven-haired boy).
to keep them from waiting much longer, i dragged myself out of bed and answered the door.
“hello?” i said, still wiping the sleep from my eyes.
the blond smiled brightly as he introduced himself, “hi! i’m sam. this is sebastian. we’re your neighbors! i know it’s only your fourth day in town, but we haven’t met yet, and we wanted to introduce ourselves!”
the other man stood next to him, reddening more and more as his friend rambled on about his family, his job, and the younger people in town. eventually, sam stopped and gestured for sebastian to say something to me.
“h-hi,” he stuttered out, “welcome to the most claustrophobic place north of the gem sea.”
sam punched his friend as i chuckled. “most claustrophobic, huh? i take it you’re not a huge fan of the valley..”
he shook his head in response.
i smiled before saying “well, i can’t say that i blame you. i sure didn’t think that i’d be out here farming for a living before last fall!”
he gives me a small smile showing off his snake bite piercings and all i can think is that lydia would love this man. there’s not much i miss about the city, but, yoba, did i seriously consider stuffing lydia in a suitcase and bringing her with me. i smile absently.
the two men must be able to see i’m preoccupied because they take their leave but not before inviting me to the saloon on friday night. i thank them for the invitation and tell them that i’ll be there.
as they walk down my porch steps and off in separate directions, i linger a moment longer before getting ready for the day.
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that morning is spent mostly watering and clearing more space for crops to cultivate. i’d finally gotten my hands on a solid number of cauliflower seeds which i was itching to grow.
as i planted nearly four dozen cauliflowers, my mind wandered back to Harvey… how had he known i’d been avoiding him? why didn’t that make him less inclined to get to know me? what kind of person avoids the local doctor? what was Harvey doing right now? was he thinking about me? would it be so terrible if he were? what would i say if he appeared at this very moment while my dirt-covered overalls sagged with the weight of these damned cauliflower seeds?
it didn’t matter what i would have said, though, because he didn’t come. i didn’t see him again for three days.
and, when i saw him three days later, it was while drifting in and out of consciousness as he carried me to the clinic.
hope u enjoyed <3333 see y'all next chapter ;)
i made a playlist of songs sam would def play for farmer hehe ⋆˙⟡ ♡
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?”
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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.
my husband sebastian 🖤🖤
Fandomtober day 14 stardew valley!! I was gonna go to the sdv orchestra but the tickets FUCKING SOLD OUTTTT
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY FOLKS! Apologies for not postin often, I’m trying to keep this blog strictly SDV, and I don’t have a lot of time to make fanart on top of animating for my series! Hope yall can understand :-^)
A tad bit late, but happy new years everyone! I’m glad I got to discover SDV in 2020, lol