#farmer x abigail

[radioactivepeasant]

Still in Stardew Valley, no intention of coming out of said valley, RIP my unfinished other games 😆

(The Flower Dance is so slow, so imagine Sam convinced someone to play something with a faster tempo as a prank and everyone is switching partners like they're dancing the Carolina Promenade)

[jothemouse]

truly i am obsessed

current farmer, Farmer Moon (Ms. Moon)

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[wrightingdungeon]

Get Slimed

I was in the mines and the Slimed debuff gave me…. Ideas

A story with my Farmer: Dante and Abigail

Warnings: Fighting, might continue later, very light stripping

Having Abigail join Dante in the mines always made the task more enjoyable, she was excited to learn everything about being an adventurer. Dante kept their spelunking to the upper levels, helping her take the mines slow, remembering how she had reacted to the bats flying up at her. It gave the advantage of keeping the enemies more manageable, wanting to avoid overwhelming Abigail. 

“Remember it's usually easier to clear a level before mining things. You don't want to be snuck up on while picking up ore.” Dante said watching Abigail’s back as she looked around the cave level. “You sound like you know that from experience.” Dante chuckled at Abigail’s quick jab, he had been caught off guard when he had first started exploring the mines. He remembered when he had woken up at Harvey's bandaged up.

“Just a few times, but that's why I now clear the floor before anything can get the drop on me,” Dante said stretching lazily hiding a smirk when he saw Abigail taking a peek at the sliver of skin that appeared. He had caught onto the crush she had on him days ago. Sebastian and Sam had come to his house and told him all about it and how they would be watching him like hawks. Dante found it sweet that the boys cared for her and wanted her happy, ensuring he wouldn't break her heart. Not that he would. Dante also liked Abigail, her fiery spirit, the first time she took an amethyst from him and ate it like it was an apple, her tenacity. Abigail was a spitfire and he liked that about her.

“Dante! I found the ladder!” Hearing Abigail call to him brought him back to reality. “Let's get going then, gotta be out before ten,” Dante said as he made his way down the ladder after Abigail. Looking around Dante sucked his teeth in annoyance “Tch shit it's infested… Stay close ok.” He instructed Abigail stepping forward and drawing his sword 

The damp, cool air of the Mines thickened around them, a sickly green hue permeating the cavern and casting eerie shadows. The stone walls seemed to pulse with the unnatural light, heightening the tension. The entire room seemed alive with the presence of Green Slimes. Their thick jelly bodies pulsed with malice, blending almost seamlessly with the emerald ambiance. Dante's senses sharpened, every slight movement catching his attention, while Abigail stood ready to support him.

Without warning, a slime launched itself from a dark corner, its body stretching as it soared through the air. Dante sidestepped with practiced ease, his sword flashing in a swift downward arc. The slime split with a wet, splattering sound, dissolving into a harmless puddle of goo, Abigail watched with wide eyes. Two more slimes bounded toward Dante, their movements were erratic and unpredictable. He swung his sword in a wide sweep, but the slimes were agile, dodging his strike and flanking him. One latched onto his leg, its acidic slime burning through his pants. Dante shook it off with a grunt of pain and stomped it into the ground, the satisfying squish echoing through the cavern.

The second slime took advantage of his distraction, launching itself at his chest. Abigail's eyes widened in alarm as Dante fell back, narrowly avoiding the attack, and thrust his sword upward. The blade pierced the slime’s core, and it disintegrated with a hiss, its remnants sizzling on the cold stone floor. Breathing heavily, Dante scanned the dimly lit cavern, listening to the distant, echoing sounds of more slimes emerging from the shadows, Dante stood slowly preparing for the next onslaught.

Dante advanced cautiously, sword at the ready, while Abigail stayed slightly behind, her eyes darting around for any threats he might miss. The slimes kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Dante moved with precision and grace, each swing of his sword a calculated strike. He dispatched slime after slime, his movements a deadly dance of survival. Green goo splattered across his clothes and face, but he remained focused, his resolve unwavering. Abigail watched in awe as Dante fought, her own weapon ready to strike if needed. As the last of the Green Slimes dissolved into a puddle at his feet, Dante wiped the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath. The cavern fell silent once more, save for the occasional drip of water from the ceiling and the faint, unsettling glow of the green hue that bathed the room.

Dante sheathed his sword and turned to Abigail, who gave him an encouraging nod. Surveying the area together, noticing that the threat had ended a sigh of relief was shared between the two. “And that's how you handle an infected level…” Dante said gripping the bottom of his shirt pulling it up and off, shaking it like a rug trying to get the thick slime off of it. “A new thing to keep in mind, a change of clothes.” Dante groaned as he looked over at Abigail, noticing she was covering her face peeking threw a slit in her fingers Dante burst out, doubling over in laughter. 

“Don't look at me like that!” Dante laughed holding his side causing Abigaiil to be more flustered hiding her face fully. “It's too cute, Abby, I can't!” Slowly catching his breath his laughter turned into chuckles, seeing Abigail was fully flustered Dante slowly walked over. “I’m not gonna bite you ya know.” Dante teased leaning down slightly to be closer to her, seeing her eyes peek back out he chuckled looking into her blue eyes. “Ya know, I do have to confess… Sebastian and Sam did let it slip that you like me…” He said teasing her. 

Abigail gasped her eyes flashing red for a second. “They did not! I'm gonna kill them! I am gonna actually kill them!” She yelled out balling her fists, showing Dante just how red her face was. Dante laughed and held her shoulders. “Hold on Spitfire.” Dante gently pulled Abigail close to him. “I like you too ok?” Dante said softly looking at Abigail gently. “You are unapologetically you, you are so fun to be with, you honestly light up my life,” Dante said pushing back some of her amethyst-colored hair, smiling at her shocked face. “W-What?” She said shyly her eyes wide.

“Yeah, I like you Abby, I honestly can't get enough of you,” Dante said cupping the side of Abigail's face slightly, giving her a hint as to what he was asking permission to do, seeing Abigail's breath catch Dante waited ready to let her go. “Is this ok Abigail?” Dante asked his voice hushed and gentle. “Y-Yeah…” Abigail said against Dante’s lips as she pushed herself up with her toes. The kiss was soft and gentle but it held so much for the pair, a new bond forming between the pair. Pulling back Dante chuckled softly his cheeks matching Abigail's now. “I think we are done with the mines for the day.” He said joking taking one last look at the damp green walls. “Wanna go home with me and help get this slime off?” He smirked down at Abigail laughing at the squeak that came out of her.

[farming-for-affection]

Relationship Headcanons

Pairing: Clingy Farmer x Abigail (Angst)

Abigail is weirded out by how frequently you come by. She doesn't feel like she knows you well enough to warrant such attention, and it sends off warning bells in her head.

She pushes you away, first subconsciously, then more directly. She hides between the store shelves whenever you come to buy seeds, slipping out the door when she thinks you're distracted.

But she doesn't dislike you. Sometimes when she's feeling vulnerable, she likes your company, the way she always knows you're going to strike up a conversation if you see her.

The way you always appear like a shadow, if she lets you find her, gives her a sense of comfort.

It also gives her a bit of a superiority complex.

She's forceful when she wants to be alone. She says mean things, hurtful things, when you find her when she didn't intend you to. Sam calls her out on it, tells her to be nicer to you. 

She blows him off, too. After all, she knows you'll be back the next day no matter what she says.

She doesn't have to work for your attention, the way she does with everyone else, and it should be a relief, the change she needs. But it's not. It's not what she needed, and she feels it, even if she doesn't realize.

It's just too easy to take you for granted. She doesn't respect you. She's not afraid of losing you. She can never love you the way you love her.

[iceyvampir]

🎨 【Stardew Valley】 Vampir Family Portrait (114)

➾ Icey & Abigail welcomed their First child Amethyst into their lives on Winter 13 year 4.❆

Icey moved from her hectic life in Zuzu City never knowing she would find love. Now she's a mom and she appreciates and loves her wife Abigail and the cozy little life they've built together in Stardew Valley 💙

🗓 Date: June 27th, 2023

[boiboiperson]

Haha dumb stardew lesbians with big heads that are anatomically incorrect but whatever ignore it please

[bearofohu]

i love dialogue mods. i walk into the grocery store to buy some cooking oil and abigail calls me a faggot

[kaikonn]

POV: You got 8 hearts with all the bachelors/bachelorettes, so everyone kinda flirts with you

[peeweekey]

8:05 | SAM

word count: 3.2k

summary: sam’s ten heart event with a twist.

tags: winter, developing relationships, fluff, swearing, cuddling, hiding from his mother in his bed lol

a/n: this spiralled out of my control and into 3k words… enjoy!

it’s cold.

the fleece coat you’ve bundled yourself in cannot protect goosebumps from forming from the biting chill of the valley’s winter nights. your breaths come out in cloudy puffs of air, the heat slowly draining out of every exhale. it’s dark out, poorly spaced lampposts providing the bare minimum amount of light to navigate.

you got sam’s letter earlier, a clumsily written note that was stuffed haphazardly into your farm’s mailbox—the yellow lined paper he used, all crumpled and ripped.

meet me in front of my house! at 8 pm, i’ll be waiting. there’s something i want to tell you.

the ending sentence is somehow even more sloppily written compared to the ones before it. as if he was debating whether or not to add it in, but ultimately decided for it—it’s funny to imagine him hunched over his desk, stressing over what to write to you.

well, you won’t deny feeling excitement over the possibility of whatever sam has to say. if the subtle skip in your step is anything to go by.

you walk through the silent night of the town, it seems like everything’s frozen in place during the colder times of the year—everyone’s safe at home, toasty under their covers and you’d imagine thoroughly enjoying going to bed at 7 pm.

you do too, sometimes. there’s less to do when the ground is too frozen to plant any crop.

there’s a lot more free time out of the farm during the winter. you’ve really started integrating yourself with the townspeople—helping haley find her bracelet, befriending sam’s prickly coworker shane, and even discovering a shadowperson named Krobus in the town sewers. it really is starting to feel like home.

walking, you cut the corner passing by emily and haley’s house—and there he is.

he looks devastatingly handsome all dressed in winter clothing. his regular denim jacket switched out for a dark woolen coat, his pants are unripped and, surprisingly, not smeared with dirt.

though what you like most about his winter attire is his hair. those wild golden locks are laid flat under a woolen beanie—a stark difference from the spiked updo he usually does (though you like that one too). the tips of his hair are slightly curled upwards, revealing that family trait of curly hair.

you creep closer, just watching him wait for you—the way he folds his arms in an attempt to warm up, and the little shuffle he does on his feet. you laugh softly, he must’ve been waiting a while—just like you have for him.

sam turns at the sound of your laugh, his body unconsciously tilting towards you, like a magnet’s uncontrollable attracting to metal. “you made it,” he breathes, his nose, ears and cheeks pinkened by the cold.

you nod, unable to stop a bashful smile from forming on your lips. “i made it.”

a big grin splits his face, mimicking yours. underneath the lone lamplight he looks jaw-droppingly handsome. you feel yourself become warm just in proximity to him.

“i wanted to talk to you in private,” he says. sam’s buzzing with energy, surveying the dark streets before meeting your gaze with his. “it’s kinda cold out here though… i, um—i can sneak you into my room…”

your heart skips a beat, like you’ve skipped a step on a staircase. “what?” you croak.

your eyes catch onto him wringing his fingers, a nervous habit you can’t help but always notice (not because his hands are nice and interesting to look at, not at all).

“you don’t wanna?”

“no!” you inhale, trying to alleviate the twisting sensation in your gut. “i do wanna, ahem, lead the way.”

sam smiles at you, dimples and all. he leads you towards the tiny bedroom window in front of his house. the window is already open—you assume that’s where he jumped out of to meet you.

he climbs through the window with minimal effort, landing on the flooring with a dull thump!

you raise a brow. “have you done this before?”

sam stretches his hand out to you, waiting. his smile turnt sheepish. “i mean, i think we were all rebellious teenagers once.”

you resist the urge to snort—sam’s nervous, you can tell. he doesn’t have his quips and jokes tonight. and he’s shy, but eager. like a puppy, excited and curious about the world.

“o-kay,” you say, one hand in his hand the other set firmly on the windowsill. “make sure i don’t fall please.”

sam nods, eagerly. the curled ends of his hair shake along with the motion as he does.

how endearing.

you tighten your grip on his hand, hauling yourself through the small window, trying your damn best to not make any sudden noise. which is successful for the most part, only a tiny huff of exertion escapes you.

annoying, yes. but the chill of winter burns through any energy you have faster than other seasons.

your feet connect with the wood of his floor, hand still clasped in his and the chill merely at your back. it’s warm inside, with him.

his room is the same as it’s always been when you’d visit before—shelves, band equipment, posters—but the ambiance is different. a little more charged with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

sam does not bother turning on his light, you don’t mind it all that much. but it takes some effort to avoid tumbling over stray objects that clutter his bedroom floor.

“look, I know I’ve been about nothing but the band for a while now…” he starts. “but I don’t want you to think that’s all i’m interested in.”

you chuckle, clasping your fingers behind your back. “it certainly takes up a big chunk of your interests.”

he pouts, literally pouts. it must be the love bug you caught because you think it’s just plain adorable. “i’m really trying over here!”

“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”

“well, um… shoot, this is kinda hard, huh?” he forces an awkward chuckle. “and nerve-wrecking… but what i’m trying to say is…”

“i’m really happy that we’ve grown this close, and well…” sam looks at you, he’s stupidly red—the color spreading all over his face. “i—i’m just wondering, do you think of me as… just a friend?”

your breath stutters, and you feel yourself blushing before you can do anything to stop it. you stare at him as he does with you. the two of you locking eyes for a second, it feels like it’s just you and him in the world.

you feel your shy admittance at the tip of your tongue. no, you’d say, you’re more than that for me, if you want to be.

sam smiles at you, shy but so, so overwhelmingly bright—it’s blinding. your head is running a mile a minute when you finally get the courage—

“sam!” you hear jodi’s groggy voice from outside the door. your stomach drops with dread. “somebody’s at the door! go and check please?”

you lock eyes once again, this time for entirely different reasons, and with entirely different feelings.

“oh my god, sam,” you whisper hurriedly, panic gripping you. “your mom doesn’t know i’m here—what do we do—”

“hold on—” he replies, with the same sense of urgency as you. “okay, okay—i have a plan, just trust me, ‘kay?”

you think you might break out into a cold sweat. you look at him quizzically, “what?”

sam gives you an apologetic smile with that stupid beautiful face of his, he moves forward, grabbing you by your wrists, and moving you with him—towards his bed.

“sam!” you hiss, alarms are blaring in every corner of your mind as sam all but drags you under the toasty covers of his bed. he lifts the blanket and stations you by the edge, covering you in the blanket—which is now a lumpy mess.

this is his childhood bed you’re in, where his mother and brother are just by the door.

and his mother is calling him.

“i’ll get this over with quick,” he says to you, already heading towards the door of his room. “hang on tight, ‘kay?”

you breathe a sound of agreement, way too jittery to formulate any proper response as you quieten under the covers.

though the sheets do feel nice, and smells overwhelmingly of that specific cologne he uses (stolen from joja inventory, he told you once). you will yourself not to relax and melt into the sheets so fast. instead, you listen for each and every sound that may give hint to whatever the hell is happening.

there’s a commotion that you can hear happening, the door swings open, the hinges creaking along with it—this whole surreal experience feels a little like the confrontation part of a horror movie, the helpless victim hiding and the heavy footfalls of the killer.

though in your case, it’s not one set of footsteps, but two.

“what are you two doing here?”

“you’re the one who called us over, remember?” you can recognize the band’s shut-in pianist’s voice from anywhere. “you were all like, stop skipping practice, seb.”

sam’s voice is oddly pitchy when he responds. “…well, tonight’s no good!”

you hear the other person huff, you strain your ears harder to listen. the huffing person clearly fed up with the strange behavior sam’s putting out right now.

“my mom and vincent are asleep,” he adds hurriedly. “they’d wake up—”

you resist the urge to groan, stifling your mouth under a sweaty palm. jodie was just speaking to him minutes ago, there’s no way they’d buy that. he cannot be a more obvious liar.

thankfully they gloss over the fact. “sam, why are you acting so damn weird?” sebastian asks, straightforward as ever.

“yeah,” the other voice adds. feminine but strong. which you now identify as abigail’s, you hear a pinch of impatience in her voice. “and why are you red? did you sit outside in the snow or something—”

sam chokes, which he tries to conceal as an odd sounding cough. abigail pauses mid-sentence. the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. you screw your eyes shut, hearing the rapid rate of your heartbeat. it’s so loud you’re almost convinced the trio can hear the thumping from your hiding spot under the sheets. this is it, they’re going to discover you.

“oh, oh i see,” abigail grins. “on second thought, i wouldn't risk catching all those germs. i’m feeling starved, let’s hit the saloon, seb.”

the aforementioned man grumbles, seemingly puzzled by the sudden switch in abigail’s attitude. “huh… why?” abigail must have whispered something to him—you can barely hear over the muffle of sam’s blanket comforters. “ugh, alright. fine. you owe us one, sam.”

“oh, of course! mhm, yup,” you cringe at the immense awkwardness of sam’s response, feeling the overwhelming urge to pull out your own hair. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah? now shoo! wouldn’t wanna get you both sick or somethin’…”

“huh?” sebastian replies, rightfully puzzled as they’re forcefully pushed out of the room. “why would we see you tomorrow if you’re sick—”

“well seb,” abigail says smugly. “let’s just say sammy here is taking care of some important business—”

“okay, bye!” you hear the door click shut. to your utter bewilderment, sam shut the door in their faces.

the room is deathly quiet, the air is stagnant and stuffy. once you feel it safe enough, you crane your neck out of the blankets to check over him. to trace any lingering feeling the sudden visit might’ve given him. sam’s got his back rested against the wood of his door, his back slumped.

“i—i wasn’t expecting that,” you say quietly from your hiding spot on his bed. peeking the top half of your face, watching the door carefully. “kinda nerve-wracking.”

and embarrassing.

“i know—i’m sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “i didn’t expect them coming over.”

“sebastian said you invited them for practice, though.” you point out.

“maybe i did,” he admits, creeping closer to you on the bed, even if he’s guilty and embarrassed. “i totally forgot—i mean, i was really nervous! my mind blanks when i get nervous…”

sam stops right by the side of the bed, as if he’s waiting for your permission to get in with you—in his own bed. and to be perfectly honest, you really want him to.

“kinda ruined the atmosphere too,” he looks away from you, eyes downcast and melancholy. “i had this whole thing planned too, and i, just… ugh…”

your eyes soften. “sam, it’s really fine. okay, maybe a little shocking but you know it’s not enough to scare me away.”

he looks down at you, worried. his eyebrows are ever so slightly pinched—you wish you could run your fingers over it, and smooth it out yourself.

“plus,” you murmur, reaching over the small amount of space between the two of you to clasp his wrist. “i’m not just gonna leave… just tell me what you were going to say—before the… interruption.”

that gives you the final push to gather your courage to tug him into bed with you. sam follows, flopping onto the empty bedding next to you without a fight. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, side by side, slowly huddling closer and closer for warmth.

and sam is warm. he’s practically radiating comfy heat you wish to burrow into—or wrap yourself around. the perfect bed-partner for winter nights like these.

you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.

sam angles his body towards you. you on your back and him on his side, it feels intimate and special. and for some reason, it feels familiar—like you’ve always belonged by his side.

“i think you know already,” he tells you, his eyes are not clear in the dim light but you know, there are practically hearts in them. “that i like you.”

you giggle softly. “and i think you know the same about me.”

sam tentatively grasps your hand, the freezing fingertips thawing under his careful touch. the caress of his hand on yours sends tingling electricity down your spine, your whole body feels alert—alive.

he speaks again, but this time his tone is a whisper of what it usually is. “stay awhile?”

“yeah,” you swallow, squeezing his hand in your grip. a small smile on your lips. “yes, i want to.”

“good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the edges so softly and the dimples on his cheeks deepen. there really is no one else who can compare for you. “hey, you’re really cold… let me warm you up?”

you turn to your side, facing him. at this angle, your faces are mere inches apart. you can trace every dip, line and curve of his face, and he yours. your hand tingles with the overwhelming urge to reach for him and squeeze.

“it is cold,” you agree. “i’d very much like that.”

“phew,” he softly sighs. sam drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at your elbow. wherever he touches, a whisper of him lingers on your skin—a bone deep imprint you yearn for him to spread all across your skin.

you roll into him with little to no effort at all. sam drags you to his chest, your ear perched right above his heart, you can hear the steady thump! of his heartbeat from underneath. sam winds his arms around you, intensifying the heat you feel by tenfold—it’s not uncomfortable at all, though. you like it.

your bodies fit perfectly together, just like puzzle pieces. a mess of limbs tangling together. the warmth of him making you shudder in honey-like delight. it feels syrupy and soft and warm wrapped in his arms.

his hand at your back travels downwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake you feel even through the thickness of the fabric separating the skin of your back and his fingertips. his hands feel rough and calloused at the small of your back—from playing guitar and his skateboarding incidents—but you enjoy the feeling.

you trail your fingers under the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath—the action has no deeper meaning than you wanting to feel.

sam’s uncharacteristically quiet. his breaths are slow and long, like he’s on the verge of sleep. yet his arms are wound tight around you—like he never wants to let go of you. your nerves make you feel like a slow simmering soup. warm and slowly cooking over the fire.

you two stay entangled for a while, in comfortable silence. sometime during the night you’ve matched your breathing to his, and he pulled you somehow even closer to his body.

but, a thump comes from his window, a light tapping sound. soft but persistent. the two of you opt to ignore it, in favor of snuggling closer to each other. yet the taps continue, and become louder and faster.

disrupted by the noise, sam mournfully throws the covers from over him to check, untangling himself from your grip. leaving a very him-shaped indent on the bed left in his wake. you groan, sticking your bottom lip out, you miss the warmth of him already.

“oh shit.”

the expletive makes you sit up in his bed, the comforter draping off your middle. you can make out the shape of him even with the dimness of the light—sam’s back is towards you, and if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks like he’s shrinking into himself a tiny bit.

“what is it?” you whisper-shout to him.

he slowly turns to you, wide eyed, his shoulders stiff. sort of resembling a kicked-dog. sam bows down his head—with what you think is shame, for what reason, you can’t tell. rubbing your eyes of sleep, you furrow your brow, craning your neck to look out the window behind him.

abigail and sebastian are there, waving wildly at you. your eyes widen. abigail and sebastian are waving at you with smug smiles plastered on their faces.

your stomach drops for the umpteenth time that night. you honestly feel too horrified to speak.

you bury yourself under the sheets, a feeble attempt to conceal your mortification. so that’s why abigail was playing along with sam’s urgent ramblings—she knew (not that sam was any good at keeping a cool facade, he is totally incapable of lying smoothly). you groan, you feel like a rebellious teenager again, only the part where you get caught and utterly humiliated.

outside, you can hear the loud roaring laughter of the duo through the glass, alongside the awkward, embarrassed chatter of your newly-minted boyfriend. (not technically official, but the title succeeds to relieve your horror by the tiniest bit)

still, you stay put. through the mortification and embarrassment you still stick yourself to sam’s side, or more literally, on his bed—because you know, there’s no other place you’d rather be.

you spare another glance out of the covers at the trio—to your surprise, sam’s beat you to it. looking at you with heart eyes and the most lovesick expression (you’re pretty sure yours looks the same).

you know there’s going to be a lot more explaining to do in the morning. but it doesn’t matter to you, not right now when you’re in sam’s bed on the verge of sleep.

not when you feel so warm.

a/n: shoutout to the ass trio for making an appearance in the fic! i love you abby and seb.

[habitabel]

How are y'all struggling to fish in SV?? I'm over here fishing with one hand while eating a full course meal with the other or idk straight up scratching my BALLS

(I have a coin slot)

[unfortunatelyem]

don't even know what to caption this

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Friday

There was supposed to be a Wednesday post, but then Wednesday got hectic lol. So they're both going into one long one: the "I isekai'd Damas into Stardew Valley simply for the sake of a few dreadful jokes and I refuse to take it back now" au

Spring, Year 1

Featuring an Incident that occurred the first time I found out what happens if you try to give an npc a flower but you aren't fully facing them

"It's a what hunt?"

Abigail looked up from the shelf and wrinkled her brow.

"An egg hunt? You know, for the Spring Festival?"

Damas blinked, bewildered.

"I...don't think we had those-"

in the desert

"-in the city."

The desert again. Why does that word keep coming back to me? They're only dreams. Dreams can't hurt you.

The young woman grimaced sympathetically. "Eesh. Probably is for the best your granddad left you the old Spargus place, huh? You barely know anything."

"Oh thanks a lot!" Damas huffed, with a bit of wounded pride.

"Well I didn't mean it like that!" Abigail elbowed him and finally got back to stocking the shelves for her father.

"I mean you got a lot to learn about Pelican Town!"

"So...egg hunt..." Damas pretended to be interested in a can of preserves. The way the light reflected off of Abigail's hair, that specific shade of violet, reminded him of something. A crystal he'd seen once. Somewhere.

"Eggs don't really move though. How do you hunt them?"

Abigail turned very slowly.

"You're...not joking."

"No? I'm not jo- why would I be joking?"

"Oh lord."

The girl raised her eyes skyward with a long-suffering sigh.

"Okay. You'd better come with me."

Be cool, Damas, be cool-

Like you were "cool" with that daffodi-

WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE DAFFODIL

He didn't know Abigail well yet -- nor did she know him that well. Nevertheless, there was a nervous flutter in his chest as Damas dutifully trudged after her. At first, he thought she was leading them to the mines. An odd choice for explaining egg hunts-

Oh! Were the "eggs" actually slimes? Was that what was hunted?

No, it was not.

Abigail led him to Robin and Demetrius's house.

Demetrius had his clipboard on the table again, strained to the breaking point with notes and charts. Damas had only glimpsed them once and they'd given him a headache.

"Hey Demetrius," Abigail called, "Is Sebastian downstairs?"

"He usually is.”

The scientist glanced up.

"Oh! Abigail! Good morning! And-"

He blinked at Damas, then smiled.

"Young Damas! Good to see you, son."

He reached out a friendly hand to shake. Out of some strange impulse, Damas instead clasped his wrist and forearm. It felt stronger than a handshake, somehow. But when he withdrew his grip, he found blue ink formulas across his palm.

"What the-"

Demetrius blinked. "How did-?"

Then he craned his neck to look at his sleeves. He'd been leaning on the clipboard too long, pressing wet ink into his arms.

"Oh no," he groaned, "not my data!"

"Yeah we're just gonna...we're just gonna go downstairs."

Abigail smacked Damas’s arm and hastened around the corner.

"Hurry up before we have to hear him apologizing to "The Data"!"

Damas followed, squinting at the scribbles on his palm.

"He doesn't actually do that. Does he?"

Abigail shrugged. "Saw him do it once before Maru was born. He'll apologize to diagrams and not his own stepson. Weirdest thing I've ever seen, and I live next door to Pam."

"What is Pam's problem?"

"You wanna ask her? Be my guest," Abigail scoffed, "I'm not going to."

She paused at the basement door and smacked it once in lieu of a knock.

"Hey Seb, you decent?"

There was a clattering, and several painful sounding thumps, and then the door swung open.

"A- Abigail! Hi!"

The skinny boy pushed an absurd amount of hair out of his eyes. The instant he saw Damas, his smile became somewhat forced.

"Oh, uh- I...thought that was Sam."

Abigail sighed. "Ah dangit. You know what? Sam oughta be here too. Seb, this nerd doesn't know what an egg hunt is!"

Sebastian blinked slowly at Damas. "You're kidding, right?"

"Apparently they don't have that in the big city," Abigail said. "For real, he just asked me how people were supposed to hunt eggs if eggs can't move."

Sebastian squinted, jutting his chin forward in comical confusion.

"What? No- how does- what?"

He glanced at Damas.

"Come on man, there's no way you're that dense.”

"Well," Damas answered dryly, "I panicked when Abigail startled me last week and shoved an entire daffodil in my mouth. So the jury is out on that."

Sebastian snorted. "She has that effect on people."

"Okay, what's that supposed to mean?!"

Abigail shoved Sebastian playfully.

"Come on, at least let us in so we can educate this rube."

With Abigail's focus on him, Sebastian seemed to gain a bit more confidence. He stood to the side and waved them in.

"Hey Farmer, I don't think that's what "living off the land" is supposed to mean," he needled.

"Yeah yeah," Damas muttered under his breath.

"Did it at least taste okay?"

"It absolutely did not." Damas made a face, resisting the urge to scrape the phantom taste from his tongue.

"So. Egg hunts." Abigail dropped dramatically onto a small couch.

"If he doesn't even know that, what else doesn't he know about normal childhood stuff?"

"Probably everything," Damas volunteered, "I got my first part-time job with Joja when I was twelve."

The other two nineteen year olds stared at him as if he'd just announced that he slept hanging from the rafters like a bat every night.

"Mmmmmmmy gosh," Sebastian said in disgust, "That's the most depressing thing I've ever heard."

"Yep." Damas folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

He wondered if his blustering manager in the prison corporation ever found out he was the one who deleted an entire server's worth of files before running to Pelican Town.

That was probably going to catch up to him someday.

But that was a problem for Future Damas.

Winter: Year Six

“What took you so long? You have a death wish, babe?” Abigail glared at him.

“I wasn't talking to you!” Damas waved his hands frantically. “I was talking to Jak!”

“That's not better. You know that's not actually better, right? He's like forty minutes old, what was he gonna do, kick his way out when he still looked like a Muppet Show background character?”

"In my defense," the farmer said, "I don’t think it would've gone over any better if I'd said "I think the baby that just came out of you is a reincarnation of the past life's son I keep having dreams about. Because it sounds weird even when I say it."

Abigail glared at him and pulled their son a little closer to her chest.

"You've been visiting Rasmodius, haven't you."

"Have not!"

"That's exactly the kind of crap Rasmodius mutters about when he's on his "potions"! What'd he tell you it was this time?"

"That hasn't happened in years, okay?" Damas protested, "Guy freaks me out. I literally only go to pick up Marlon's stuff. I don't want that mushroom cooking menace around our baby."

"That's...a little harsh, but I'm on-board with it." Abigail carefully moved Jak to her shoulder to pat his tiny back.

"Eeeeehhhh oh I don't like this, how am I supposed to burp him?! He's so tiny, I'm gonna break him!"

"You're not gonna break him."

"Look at him!!! He's so fragile!"

Well, Damas couldn't argue there. The only familiar thing about his son were his eyes. Harvey was saying newborns couldn't see that far, that he couldn't make out their faces as much as their voices yet, but those little blue eyes had zeroed in on Damas’s instantly, like he knew where to look.

Were you this small the first time you were my son? I wish I could remember. But maybe it's better that I can't. You probably won't start having the dreams until you're thirteen, like I did. You can just be you and I can just be me. I'm not going to leave you alone this time.

"Abby can I-?"

Damas made the most pitiful face he could.

His wife narrowed her eyes.

"Are you going to wake him up?"

"No."

"Say weird stuff and make the nurses judge us more than usual?"

"No...?"

Abigail's voice took on a terrible mischief. "Are you going to try to put him in your mouth if someone startles you?"

"You're so mean." Damas carefully took the newborn from her. "That only happened twice, and I was a kid."

"That last incident was only four years ago, honey.”

"Mean!"

[spacepatrolhana]

shane vs the world ?!?!??!

[wrightingdungeon]

First Impressions

Chapter two of my Abigail series.

Ch1 / Ch3 / Ch4

Word #: 1251

No Warnings

Sebastian groaned as he lined up his shot, the familiar sounds of the saloon barely registering over his growing irritation. For the past week, he’d heard the same conversation from his family. “Have you met Dante yet?”, “Dante is so nice.”, “You have to see the new farmer.” It was like a broken record, and he was sick of it. His mom had been the first to start gushing about the newcomer.

And as if on cue, Sam had started the same conversation during their game of pool, asking them if they had met him yet. “No, I haven't met them yet. Dad has me locked in the tower practicing my potions right now,” Abigail said, sighing slightly.

“You don't think the red-eye thing is creepy?” Sebastian asked, snorting as he sunk a ball into a pocket. “My eyes go red!” Abigail scoffed, rolling her eyes at Sebastian. “Yeah, but we know you're a witch.” Sebastian leaned on his pool cue, watching Sam try to make his shot.

“Maybe he's a witch?” Sam asked, taking his shot. “He would be a wizard, Sam. Not a witch,” Abigail corrected as she leaned back in her seat.

“Well, he can't be that bad. He brought my mom cauliflower. Wouldn't let her pay for it.” Sam shrugged as he picked up his drink, taking a swig. “He brought her cauliflower?” Abigail repeated, raising an eyebrow. Sam nodded, now ignoring the game of pool. “Yeah, she was really happy. Said he was super polite and all.”

“People can be nice all they want… I just don't think the whole town should lose it over one guy,” Sebastian mumbled into his drink, looking out into the saloon’s main room. The place was bustling with activity, the regular Friday patrons chatting and laughing, but all he could think about was how tired he was of hearing about Dante.

Abigail tapped her fingers on the side table thoughtfully. “I heard he helped Harvey with some heavy lifting at the clinic too. He said he’s surprisingly strong.” Sebastian frowned. “Yeah. Maru told me. So what, he’s nice and strong. Great, cool. What’s next, he can walk on water?”

Sam chuckled, leaning closer to Sebastian. “I don't think that's possible, but he did get a kite out of a tree for Vincent and Jaz.” Sebastian groaned louder. “Of course he did. This guy sounds like he’s straight out of a fucking fairy tale.”

“Maybe he is,” Abigail said with a mischievous smile. “Maybe it's like Ella Enchanted.” Sebastian wasn’t amused by the current teasing, causing him to roll his eyes. “Or maybe everyone’s just seeing what he wants them to see,”

Just then, the saloon bell chimed, Dante walking in. “Hey! Speak of the devil, there he is,” Sam said, pointing at Dante with his glass. Something about Sam's words, even though they were just a joke, set off something in Sebastian's head, like a sign. He watched as Dante made his way to the bar, his presence drawing attention.

“That's the new farmer?” Abigail asked, looking at Dante with curiosity.

“Yep, shocked me as well. Never thought I would see someone bigger than Elliott.” Sam joked, shaking his head.

Sebastian stared at Dante, feeling a mix of curiosity and irritation. What was so special about this guy? He watched Dante exchange a few words with Gus before glancing around the room. Their eyes met for a brief moment, Sebastian quickly looked away, focusing on the game again.

"Maybe we should just give him a chance," Abigail suggested, her tone softer. "He might surprise us."

Sebastian sighed, lining up his next shot. "Doubt it."

Despite Sebastian's obvious disdain for the new addition to the town, Abigail waved Dante over, her smile warm and inviting. “Hey, Dante! Come join us for a bit.”

Sebastian inwardly groaned but plastered on a neutral expression as Dante approached. “So, you’re the famous new farmer everyone’s talking about,” Abigail said, her eyes shining with curiosity.

“I guess so. Not used to my name spreading so fast,” Dante laughed as he joined Abigail on the couch. “I’ve heard a bit about you as well.”

“Oh? Mostly good things, I hope,” Abigail said with a grin, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks as she scooted over to make room for Dante.

“All good,” Dante assured her, a fleeting flash in his eyes making Sebastian narrow his gaze slightly.

“Welcome to Pelican Town,” Sam said, raising his drink in a mock toast. “So, what made you decide to move here?”

Dante leaned back, relaxing into the conversation. “Oh, you know… Just needed a change of pace. Life was getting way too hectic, wanted to reconnect with nature.”

Sebastian watched Dante closely, searching for any sign of insincerity. There was something off about his answers, they sounded rehearsed, it was setting off alarm bells in Sebastian’s mind.

“Have you always been into farming?” Abigail asked, genuinely curious. “Not really,” Dante admitted. “I did some gardening with my dad when I was younger, but this is my first real experience with it. It’s been a learning curve.”

Sam nodded leaning on the pool table. “That’s cool, man. It takes guts to just pick up and start something new. Learned that with my board.”

“Thanks. I’ve had a lot of help from the community, though. People here really are nice, maybe a little too nice.” Dante smiled with a chuckle, his joke making Abigail and Sam laugh.

Walking home later that night, Sebastian listened to Abigail and Sam laugh as he smoked a cigarette. The cool night air was filled with their playful banter, a stark contrast to the unease that had settled in his mind.

“Did you see his face when you bit that amethyst?!” Sam threw his head back, letting his laughter scream into the night air.

“Oh shut up!” Abigail whined, shoving Sam. “He thinks I'm weird now!” She chuckled slightly, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

“Since when do you care if people think you're weird?” Sebastian asked as he flicked ash to the ground, blowing out smoke.

“N-No reason.” She stuttered quickly, looking away trying to act normal.

“Oooh, Abby's got a crush,” Sam teased, poking her. “Shut up, no.” Abigail warned, slapping Sam's fingers away. “She’s got a crush, Bastian!” Sam squealed, starting to run away from Abigail, who gave chase. “No, I don’t!”

Sebastian watched them run around, yelling at each other as he took another draw off his cigarette, amused by his friends but still preoccupied by the alarm bells ringing in his head.

Something about Dante's earlier conversation lingered in his mind, nagging at him. It was more than just the words; it was the way Dante had said them. Too smooth, too rehearsed. The way Dante’s eyes had darted away, just for a split second when he was questioned. It was subtle, but Sebastian had seen it.

Abigail’s laughter brought him back to the present. She had finally caught Sam, pinning him to the ground in a wrestling match. “Say it again and I’ll make you eat an amethyst!” she threatened, her voice light with mock seriousness.

Sam laughed, pretending to struggle under Abigail's grasp. He looked up at Sebastian with exaggerated pleading eyes. “Sebastian, dude, save me!”

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. “You got yourself into this mess, buddy. You'll have to fend for yourself.”

[fishnchip3011]

the zuzu city paranormal agent department goes to tha club👆👆👆👆

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️

(P.S. This is just the bachelors and bachelorettes, but I decided to add Sandy for fun. ^^)

Harvey-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Haley-

Giving: Words of affirmation

Receiving: Receiving gifts

Alex-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Abigal-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Elliot-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Acts of service

Emily-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Penny-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Acts of service

Maru-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sam-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sebastian-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Physical touch

Shane-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Quality time

Leah-

Giving: Giving gifts

Receiving: Quality time

Sandy-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Receiving gifts