#linus x gus | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

viridescentelf · 1 month ago

Text

A Festive Kiss - SDV Elliott x Reader

hi guys! happy holidays :)

i always wanted a stardew valley winter event mod where you can pick a bachelor who will save the winter star play. based on your choice, other bachelors will also randomly have to fill in two additional roles lol

it would be so cool to see different versions of the play based on who you pick haha. in my head it sounds like a fun idea, might be a nightmare to mod idk i've never done something like that before.

anyway lol i wanted to write a festive Elliott x Reader fluff piece! enjoy <3

Summary: The Stardew Valley Winter Star Play is tomorrow and poor Gus, who normally plays Santa Claus, is sick with the flu. Your job is to find someone to reprise the role for the saloon owner. You pick Elliott, your secret crush.

Word Count: 3k

-----

Gus coughed so loud that it rang in your ears. Lewis couldn’t help but twitch every time the poor saloon owner had one of his fits, while Harvey calmly measured his temperature. You stood by the door, having entered to buy some recipes from your friend, only to find him bedridden.

“Yup, this looks like the flu. Gus, you need lots of fluids and rest. I’ll bring you some cough sirup and medicine.”

“B-But-“ Gus coughed again while he attempted to contest, sitting up slightly and holding a wet handkerchief to his mouth.

“No buts. You have a high fever,” Harvey interrupted as he pushed his patient gently back into his pillow. “I’m sorry, Gus, but you won’t be able to do anything other than sleep for a while.”

Lewis approached the bed and sighed sympathetically: “Don’t worry about the play, Gus. We’ll figure it out! You take care now and get lots of rest.”

Gus grumbled into his handkerchief. He spied you in the doorway and waved defeatedly.

You waved back and furrowed your brows sympathetically. He looked terrible, poor guy. You would brew some tea for him from Caroline’s saplings once you returned to your farm.

Lewis finally took notice of you, while Harvey packed up his bag and simultaneously gave Gus some recovery advice. The mayor walked up to you, somewhat forcing you to step out of Gus’ room a bit.

“Ah YN, good morning. Seems we’ve got a flu epidemic. Clint and Demetrius are both sick in bed as well.”

You heard Harvey call out from Gus’ room: “This is why I keep reminding you all every year to get your flu shot!”

Lewis rolled his eyes, out of Harvey’s line of sight. You grinned slightly. The seasonal Doctor Harvey post on the notice board was usually ignored and mocked by most villagers.

The mayor indicated that he wanted to speak to you a bit further away from the door way. You followed him.

“Listen YN. As you know, the Winter Star Play is tomorrow. I would hate to cancel it, the children have been so excited. Although no one can play Santa Claus as effectively as Gus, I think we need to find a replacement.”

You tilted your head slightly, looking at Lewis’ quaffed mustache: “What about yo-?”

Lewis held his hands up, protesting the idea immediately: “No, no, that’s not possible. I’m already the narrator. It’s a huge role with way too many lines. Giving it to someone else so last minute would be cruel!”

You thought about just giving the person the story book from which the play originated from, because those were most of Lewis’ lines anyway. But he seemed very set on his role. Perhaps it meant a lot to him, just like the Santa role meant a lot to Gus.

“Alright, who already has a role? Who could we ask?”, you crossed your arms and waited for Lewis to respond while he thought.

“Hm, Willy’s already the shepherd guiding the visitors to the summit. Kent and Pam already took months to convince to just play some of the visitors. Clint and Demetrius were supposed to be a shadow person and the wizard respectively, I wonder if we can also find substitutes for those roles…”

You pictured Demetrius wearing that shabby wizard’s hat, while Clint would be draped in a black bedsheet. Would Krobus or the real wizard approve of that? You took a mental note to visit your friend in the sewers today.

“I think our only options are the younger people in the village. Sam, Abigail and Sebastian are supposed to do the music, but I’m sure they’d survive without one of them. Elliott, Shane, Harvey and Alex don’t have roles.”

You thought of Linus. He also didn’t have a role. It was sad to see that Lewis didn’t even think of him.

“YN, can you decide for me? I don’t know who would really do Gus’s Santa Claus justice. You know them all better than me. Please?”

Internally, you were screaming. You had so many other things to do on your farm, your actual job. In addition to preparing everything for the play, you had been doing your farm chores until the late evening, collapsing in bed.

“I know you’re already making the mulled wine and spiced punch for the feast. And you helped Marnie prepare the animals for the play. And you helped Leah and Robin gather the wood for the set pieces and stage. And you helped Emily and Haley make the costumes with the wool from your farm…”

And you foraged for 100 pine cones and collected 50 gems from the mines for the Winter Star display.

“But think of the children! We can’t have a play without Santa Claus! Please, YN.”

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Gus coughed in the background and you felt sad he couldn’t play the role he loved so dearly. You remembered how much Vincent and Jas lit up during the play. Penny worked really hard all year round to prepare art for the background.

“Fine. I’ll figure something out.”

Lewis smiled from ear to ear, patting your shoulder triumphantly: “I knew I could count on you! I’ll try to find someone to reprise the dwarf and the wizard in the meantime. Thank you, YN!”

Lewis thrust the Santa Claus outfit and fake beard into your hands. You had no idea where he had been hiding it this whole time. With that, he walked down the stairs to leave the saloon.

You only had the rest of the day to convince some unknowing villager to play a jolly mythical creature with important dialogue in a play that meant the world to the children in Stardew Valley. Easy, right?

And you still had to do your chores. And hope the wine and punch were ready.

-----

You wandered up to the mountain to forage some winter herbs for the punch. The chill air kissed your nape, making you pull your hat down a bit further. The soft thuds of your boots in the snow accompanied you on your way, as your mind raced on who you dared ask to replace Gus last minute.

Bending down to snap some rosemary twigs off their stems, you mumbled a few curses at Lewis.

“Hello YN.”

You recognized Linus’s voice and looked up at the hermit, who smiled down at you. He was carrying his trusty basket full of winter berries and pine leaf twigs.

“Hey Linus!” You returned a warm smile, as he crouched down next to you to pluck some rosemary off as well. “How are you doing?”

“Can’t complain. My tent’s nice and warm. Marnie kindly gave me a little space heater. Going fishing later, feel free to join. Lingcods are going crazy up by the pond.”

You watched him put the rosemary on top of his other forages.

“I wish I had time, Linus. I have a bit of a tight schedule today. Gus is sick and Lewis asked me to find a replacement Santa.”

“Oh, for the play? Gee, that sounds like a task.” Linus remained crouched beside you, while he observed the other bushes in the vicinity for herbs.

The hermit seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you. You stared at him anyway.

“Don’t you dare ask.”

“But you’re perfect! You at least have a real beard!”

Linus chuckled and finally met your gaze: “It’s sweet of you to want to include me. But I prefer to stay in the background and observe. It’s only recent that the villagers accept me more now, thanks to you. Sorry, sport.”

He smiled warmly, while straightening up. You kind of knew he would refuse, but you wanted to ask anyway. He was your friend after all.

“I’ll see you at the play then, right?”, you rearranged your crouching position to look up at him better.

“Yup, see you there. Good luck on your Santa mission.” He waved, making his leaf poncho rattle a bit, as he walked further up the mountain.

You stood up and headed in the opposite direction, as you stuffed the herbs into your backpack. You knew asking Sebastian wouldn’t lead anywhere, you two only became friends recently. He wasn’t too keen on being the center of attention to begin with. Plus, you felt both Seb and Sam were too young.

Shane just barely tolerated you now. You didn’t want to risk that budding comradery, although… he would probably do it for Jas.

Alex would probably do it, but would he do a good job? He would probably adlib everything, refusing to learn the lines.

Harvey. Hm. You didn’t really know him too well. Maybe he’d be up for it? He did have a very sweet nature about him.

You stopped walking, as the image of a handsome writer flashed in your mind. Someone with a knack for words and a deep appreciation for the arts and theater.

Elliott.

You felt your face burn and your stomach curl up into a ball. You already had a massive crush on him. You weren’t sure if you could risk it, although a part of you felt it would be a great choice. Would he be angry if you asked him? Would he see it as beneath him?

But Elliott had told you he was in a theater group in school, so he was probably used to learning lines fast and possibly even substituting other roles.

Your legs started walking on their own. If anything, it was another reason to see him. You had a pomegranate in your bag anyway.

-----

You found yourself in front of the writer’s cabin before you knew it. The lights were on and you heard some scuffing on wood. He was definitely home. It took you a bit to muster the courage up to knock, even though you had done it countless times before.

The closer you grew to him, the more nervous you became.

Your hand moved on autopilot, before your brain had time to process.

You knocked three times.

The scuffing grew more frantic. You could hear him gather something and run across the room, while shouting “Just a minute!” at the door.

Your stomach was doing summer saults. Was this a bad time?

The door opened suddenly and you were met with a handsome and fabulous smile. His hair was tied together for once, sleeves up to his elbows. A more casual version of the put together author your heart yearned after.

“YN! I was just thinking about you!”

Your knees wavered slightly. He was thinking about you.

“Hey Elliott I-“

He opened the door a bit further, indicating that he wanted you to come inside. You halted your prepared speech that you had been crafting on your way down to the beach. Stepping over the landing, you were met with a lovely warmth and the subtle scent of sandalwood. His cabin was relatively clean today, except a few lone flower petals and individual stems sprawled haphazardly on the floor.

Elliott stepped in front of you, blocking your view of the littered area. You saw his foot sneakily scrape the plants into the cracks.

“Would you like some coffee? I was just about to make some.”

“Sure, thanks.”

He invited you to take a seat on his made bed. You obliged after gifting him the pomegranate you had been carrying, which he took with delight etched across his face.

As Elliott busied himself at the coffee maker, you two exchanged some minor pleasantries. He spoke about his newest chapter development, while you talked about your favorite chicken, Phil, who had managed to get a bucket stuck on his head this morning. You felt your nerves calm down. You were only really anxious when you were about to see him. You felt extremely comfortable in his presence and every fear faded into the distance. It was nice to have someone in the valley who genuinely took an interest in your day-to-day life, just like you took with his. He meant a great deal to you, because of that fact.

The writer handed you a mug of fresh coffee, as he sat down on his chair across from you. You both took a sip at the same time, enjoying the rich flavor together. It was delicious.

“You really know your coffee, Elliott. It’s amazing, as always.”

His face lit up even more, as he thanked you for the compliment.

“Listen Elliott. Gus has the flu...”

“Oh no! Poor Gus. That’s terrible news. I heard Clint was sick too. There must be a virus in the valley.”

“Yeah, Demetrius is out as well.”

“How tragic. Especially with Gus. He always plays Santa Claus. He really looks forward to it all year. What a shame…is Lewis restructuring the play? Oh no, don’t tell me he asked you to play the role! After everything you’ve done for the show?!”

“Well, no. Not exactly…” You took the opportunity to take the Santa costume out of your backpack.

Elliott’s brows furrowed, in confusion.

“I was hoping…well…you can say no. I don’t want to force you to do this. I can ask someone else! I just thought… with your theater background… and, uh… This is too much to ask last minute, I know! It’s just- I don’t know who else could pull it off. Look this play-”

“Of course I’ll do it.”

His immediate readiness took you by surprise. You gaped at him, while he returned a determined gaze.

“What. Just like that? I had a whole speech prepared.”

He chuckled, taking the red and white costume from you without hesitation. He stood up, letting it drape down in front of him. It was a bit large for him. He started mumbling to himself. You distinctly made out ask Marnie for some hay for the belly.

You stood up, still holding the fake beard.

“Elliott, you really don’t have to do this. I remember from last year, it’s a lot to memorize on such short notice.”

“Oh, that’s no problem. I memorized Richard the Third’s entire first soliloquy in two hours back in High School.”

Your face turned into a tomato, as Elliott started unbuttoning his shirt in front of you. He swung the coat on, leaving it half-open as he took the beard from you as well. It took you some time to form a coherent sentence as you watched him pose in front of the mirror, comically mismatched with his red hair and a fake white beard strapped to his chin. The coat remained open, his body reflecting the sunlight.

“W- what are you doing?”

“I have to get into character, YN. Playing a jovial, older and mythical fellow needs preparation time. Could you fetch the lines for me? And could you help me practice?”

Your too fast “Yes!” shot out of your mouth, as your eyes tried to stare at the reflection of his face and not his abs. You lingered a bit and you spotted Elliott grinning under the beard, watching you. You shook your heard to clear your mind.

“Thank you, Elliott! I won’t forget this! I’ll go get your lines from Gus!”

You stormed out of his cabin, wanting to return to him as fast as possible.

-----

The play was about to start in the town square on the stage that Robin had diligently crafted. You stood with Marnie behind the curtains, feeding the cow and sheep to keep them calm. Lewis had forced Alex and Harvey to play the wizard and the shadow person, who were both grumbling annoyed in their makeshift costumes.

Elliott was in his full attire and had been diligently repeating his lines in low mumbles. You tried not to stare at him and constricted your laugh, because the comically stuffed costume crunched as he walked. The hey had definitely rounded him out.

Peaking through the curtain, Vincent and Jas were both bouncing excitedly on their benches. Shane was sitting next to his Goddaughter, listening to her joyful exclamations with a warm smile on his lips. The rest of Valley had helped themselves to some food and snacks while they settled into their seats. Linus was talking with Robin. Penny, Maru, Haley and Emily sat together snugly, to keep each other warm in the wintery air. George sat with Evelyn, listening genuinely to her boast about the beautiful chrysanthemums she prepared for the stage decorations and bouquets. It warmed your heart to see everyone happy together. It truly was a shame that Gus, Clint and Demetrius had to stay home and rest. You decided you would bring all of them something after the play.

The band tuned their instruments and you waved at an obviously nervous Sebastion, who smiled sweetly while practicing a section on his keyboard. Sam waved too while Abigail looked over her notes.

Marnie and Lewis had disappeared somewhere, so it was just you alone with the animals. You knelt down to pet the sheep.

You heard a crunching mass approach you from behind. Someone tapped your shoulder gently.

You turned and saw Santa Claus with Elliott’s kind eyes. He was hiding something behind his back.

With his other hand, he pulled the fake beard down and grinned at you.

“Hey Santa”, you teased.

The writer laughed, making the hey in his belly shake a bit.

“I have something for you. I wanted to give it to dressed as myself and not… well… this, but now that we’re alone…”

He was fiddling with something behind his back.

Funny. You also wanted to give him a gift tonight. It was lying behind the animals, concealed away so they wouldn’t accidentally eat it.

“Wait! I have something too!” You shoved yourself behind Marnie’s cow, and took something out of a box. The stems were still wet.

You hid it behind your back as well. Standing across from each other, you were both unsure how to start.

It seemed he was gathering courage. With his other hand, he removed the red and white hat from his head. Now his head was fully Elliott, just everything below his neck was seasonally jolly.

He was blushing. You felt your heart run a marathon.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had been wanting to give this to him for a while. Even if it wasn't what he wanted with you, you needed to know. Right now.

With one fluid motion, you produced the beautiful poinsettia and chrysanthemum bouquet you had bought from Pierre’s this morning. The blooms sparkled in the stage light and you saw Elliott’s eyes twinkle with surprise.

He stared at it for a moment, then laughed.

Bowing slightly, he revealed the same bouquet from behind his back.

Sweet relief flooded your senses. You joined in on the laughter.

“It seems we both had the same idea” he jested. Walking towards you slightly, the belly was in the way of a hug he wanted to give you. He awkwardly tried to maneuver his way around it, but couldn’t find the proper angle.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

“Here, let me help.”

Getting on your tiptoes, you leaned slightly over the belly. The costumed writer placed a mitted hand on your cheek. Elliott stared into your eyes for a brief moment, then pulled your face towards him and pressed his lips into yours.

It was everything you imagined it would be. Firm and intense, but gentle at the same time. Time seemed to slow as you both sunk into each other. The butterflies seemed to be dancing inside you.

The lights flickered, indicating that the play would start soon. The chatter outside quieted down and Lewis had already walked on stage.

Releasing from him at the changing environment, Elliott looked down at you, longingly.

“Not how I imagined our first kiss”, he laughed again. “But it was even better for it.”

You couldn’t stop smiling. This was the best Winter Star Gift you could’ve asked for.

"It sure was festive", you grinned.

“That's a way to describe it.” he chuckled and put the hat back on his head, with his other hand readjusting the scratchy beard onto his face, his eyes not leaving yours. "Let’s do that again after the play, hm?"

You nodded excitedly: “Count me in, Mr. Claus!”

Elliott laughed, and the stringy hairs around his mouth danced in his breath: “Showtime!”

#sdv elliott #stardew valley elliott #stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliott x reader #sdv fanfiction #stardew valley mods #sdv farmer #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv lewis #sdv gus #sdv alex #sdv linus

48 notes · View notes

sdv-confessions · 5 months ago

Note

One of my favourite Stardew ships is Gus × Linus. I like to think that Linus would show him how he cooks over his campfire and then they'd look at the stars together

#sdv #sdv confessions #stardew valley #sdv linus #sdv gus #sdv gus x linus #thats so cute!!!

23 notes · View notes

cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving · 8 months ago

Text

So on my last save these are who my friends are🤣

33 notes · View notes

merlatealeaf72 · 3 months ago

Link

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gus/Linus (Stardew Valley) Characters: Gus (Stardew Valley), Linus (Stardew Valley) Additional Tags: Flufftober 2024, Fluff, Cooking, Comfort Food, Gus and Linus share recipes Series: Part 24 of Mer's Flufftober Summary:

@flufftober Day 24: Comfort Food

Linus shows Gus how to cook his favourite dish

#flufftober2024 #flufftober #day 24 #stardew valley #sdv gus #sdv linus #gus x linus #gus/linus (stardew valley)

1 note · View note

actuallysaiyan · 1 year ago

Note

hihihi!! this is for your lovely valentines day event!! i was thinking maybe SDV Sebastian tries to plan the most romantic Valentine’s Day, but everything falls through and he has to try and improvise to impress reader! it can be nsfw or sfw its totally up to you!! :)) 💕

warnings: mentions of drinking, use of vibrator, Sebastian is a nasty little thing, Robin knows y'all are gonna get nasty word count: 1.1k pairings: Sebastian x Fem!Reader summary: Valentine's Day usually sucks for Seb, and this one is no different...except he really needs it to go well despite all his plans crumbling before his eyes.

Sebastian cannot believe how terribly this is going. After all the planning he put into today, it was just all crumbling before his very eyes. He’s been pining after you ever since the spring Flower dance, and now it’s winter and it’s valentine’s day and he had everything all planned out in the best way. Yet it just wasn’t going to work out in his favor.

The secret gift he had made for you? Somehow someone got into his room and it got pushed off the shelf. So the clay figurine of your character in Solarian Chronicles is completely destroyed. He had written you a sweet song, but for the life of him, he can’t find the notebook he wrote it in. And even the gift he ordered for you online isn’t going to show up on time.

Sebastian lays on his bed, his eyes closed tight and his breathing coming in and out quickly. He’s got just a few hours to be able to improvise for you, otherwise things are going to become even more terrible. He texts Sam for advice, then he texts Abigail. They both have different ideas for what he can do to make this work, but Sebastian begins working harder. He knows he’s going to have to figure something out. So he calls up the Saloon and he begs Gus to cook him up some sort of meal for you and him. Gus decides to do this favor for Sebastian, telling him to come pick it up within the hour.

The next thing he’s planning is to make his room a little more romantic. He changes the sheets, finds a few candles to light and cleans off the table so you both can eat there. Then he goes upstairs, looking for his mother.

Robin cheerfully helps her son plan the rest of the night sweetly. She reminds the rest of the family not to bother the happy couple, and she even gives Sebastian a bottle of champagne. He’s blushing as she hands this to him, a soft “have fun!” coming from her lips. Sebastian doesn’t even know what she’s thinking, but he knows she can probably deduce that there will be something naughty going on downstairs.

In the backyard, Seb begins picking some flowers. He doesn’t have a gift to give you, but he knows you love flowers. And once he gets a nice bouquet going, he spots Linus. The older man flashes him a soft smile, knowing that Sebastian is working his hardest to still make this a very romantic day. Despite the cold, Sebastian manages to pluck beautiful Crocus flowers and a few Holly for some balance.

Once he’s got the pretty bouquet of winter flowers, he settles them in a vase in his room. Sebastian takes a moment to look around and admire his handiwork. This bedroom was going to be the perfect setting for such a romantic evening. All that was left was for him to go pick you and the meals up. He takes the quickest shower and gets dressed in a warm hoodie and those tight jeans you love so much.

On his way to pick you up, his stomach is in knots. He’s worried you’ll be disappointed by the lack of real gifts and the way this night would go down. But when you greet him on the porch of your home, you’ve got the biggest smile on your face.

“Happy valentine’s day!” You say with a sweet kiss to his cheek.

He smiles, “Happy valentine’s day.”

You two share a sweet little kiss, and he pulls you in so close. It’s a sweet moment between two lovers, and he never wants this to end. Then he takes you by the hand and leads you towards the town center. You two stop at the Saloon to pick up the delicious dinner that Gus had prepared for you. He passes it to Sebastian, a playful wink and a glint in his eyes.

The walk back to Sebastian’s place has you so giddy. It feels like you’re floating on a cloud as you tell him about your day and he listens to you so attentively. Your heart is so full of love and happiness.

Inside his room, he pours some champagne for you and you two sit and eat such a delectable meal. Seb presents the flowers to you, which you coo over. You sheepishly give him a cute little valentine’s card you made for him. You scratch the back of your neck nervously, telling him you’ve been busy taking care of the animals and mining lately to make him anything more than that.

He smiles softly, “It’s perfect, baby.”

After dinner, you’re both full of champagne. It bubbles inside of both of you, coursing through your veins. Sebastian has you pinned to the bed, kissing you over and over. The way he holds you and kisses you makes your head spin. He presses his knee between your thighs, smirking at the way you moan from just this.

“Would you believe that when I got up this morning,” Sebastian asks between heated kisses. “That I thought everything was fucked up?”

You giggle, “Knowing you, yeah I’m not so surprised.”

He feigns being insulted, but it fuels him even more. He begins undressing you slowly, his eyes lingering on your beautiful body. Then he begins to press soft kisses to your most sensitive spots, relishing in the way you moan and gasp just for him. It’s so intoxicating to know that you react to the way he makes you feel so good. It’s something he prides himself on, and he knows he’s not going to stop anytime soon.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts as he grinds against you. “I’m kind of happy this is how this night turned out.”

You mewl, “Me too, Sebby.”

He grins mischievously before reaching over for the drawer in the bedside table. You know what he’s reaching for and it makes your heart race like crazy. The sounds of the vibrations coming from the wand vibrator make your cunt dribble even more slick. Sebastian chuckles darkly.

“Cute,” he murmurs hotly against your neck. “Just hearing this thing gets you going, yeah?”

You nod your head, making him chuckle again. Then he brings the vibrator to your aching cunt, and you cry out for him. The sounds of your cute little moans make his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers. Slowly, he lets the vibrator circle around your swollen nub. Sebastian has you exactly where he wants you.

“All mine…All mine for valentine’s day. My perfect valentine.”

#bacon.writes #Sebastian sdv x you #Sebastian sdv x reader #sdv sebastian x you #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian x farmer #sdv Sebastian smut #sdv x reader #stardew valley Sebastian x reader

1K notes · View notes

catladyoftheyr · 10 months ago

Text

Too Sweet

Harvey x Reader

Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5

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

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

Word count: 973

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#harvey stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew fanfiction #sdv fanfic #harvey x farmer #harvey x reader #sdv harvey #Harvey fluff #my writing

235 notes · View notes

stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 1 year ago

Text

I make mini-comics and art of Stardew Valley characters!

(animations and writings too if I'm up to it)

I post art on Monday and Friday and Wednesday is for everything else!

All my art will be tagged with -> #SDVBID art

QNA stuff and Answer archive!

inbox answers are tagged with #ask if you want to look through that!

Templates I use

Below is my Comics, Art, Doodles, and everything else organized and labeled with specific character appearances, enjoy!

Vulnerability- Alex, Me???

A little jealous- Rasmodious, Farmer

Gossip- Caroline, Abigail, Pierre, Rasmodius, Farmer

"Experimental noise" they said.- Sam, Abigail, Sebastian, Farmer, Jodi, Vincent, Leo, Linus

Bots- My chicken

Golden Scythe!- Farmer

Hair cuts!- Marnie, Shane, Emily

You weren't supposed to do that- Elliott

Two types of winter players: Farmers

Double trouble bubble brew!- (part 3) Penny, Alex, Abigail, Farmers, Harvey, Maru, Sam

Trouble continues to brew!- (part 2) Harvey, Maru, Abigail, Alex

Trubble in the Spirits Eve Maze- (part 1) Abigail, Alex

A different point of view- Leah

A head cannon of mine...- Farmer

Stalker vibes- (2 panell) Farmer, Sebastian, Robin

Happy 1-year anniversary/birth to me!🎉

Salad and Steaks- Farmer, Alex

Lewis in gold

Let me in! (animation)- Demetrius, Farmer

Marlon headcanon art

He would NEVER!... or would he?- Mr Qi

Harvey and his planes

Happy Valentine's Day!- Krobus

Not Invited- Pam, Willy, Marnie, Lewis, Robin, Gus

Haley's material girl arc

Here's a chicken animation I made- Chickens :)

High Score- Sam, Sebastian

Feast of the Winter Star- Jas, Farmers, Lewis, Abigail

Emily's old hairstyle

A pirates wife- Birdie

Alex

Say cheese!- Krobus

Scarecrows and Rarecrows- Farmers

Harvey- with bonus one pannel comic- BLOOD

Winter Jas

3rd time's the charm!- Farmers

Favoritism- Farmers

How the Farmers Heal- Harvey- BLOOD/CUTS

Controversial Alex opinions

Emily in a jester outfit!

Favorite and least favorite- Krobus, Bouncer guy

SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG- Mr Qi, Rasmodious, Grandpa

Who has the longer hair?- Elliott, Farmer

Sam with check it face meme

Family Dinner night- Sam, Farmer, Vincent, Jodi

Shane's canonical birthday

Sick farmers characterization

He's just standing there...MENACINGLY- Sebastian, Jas

The smallest :)- Harvey

8th anniversary of Stardew- Junimos

Haley x Femm Farmer

Farmer Grandpa phone doodle

Haley holding lesbian flag

Mask Farmer doodles

Abigail bonus doodles

Halloween Ref for comic- Penny, Harvey, Maru, Alex, Abigail, Sam

Mr. Qi ref

Rasmodius ref

Shane ref

Penny and Abigail ref

Maru, Leah, Farmers, Harvey, Elliott, Alex, Sam ref

Old base farmer ref (Fem)

Old base farmer ref (Mask)

#Stuff is organized by newest (top) to oldest (bottom)#SDVBID art #Let me know if changes are needed!#stardew valley #sdv #stardew fanart

97 notes · View notes

studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year ago

Note

i have a request! + a little bit of a ranting because i love talking about this game (if you don't want to see the long rant you can skip to the two last paragraphs with the actual request :3)

ok so, i played SDV multiple times (although i never did the 100% challenge, i played at least 9 to 10 different saves), and i noticed that, throughout the entire game, the farmer's parents only send 4 letters for them, and for you to even receive said letters, you need to obtain certain amount of gold. plus, another detail is that only one of the parents will send you a letter (depending of the gender option you chose in-game), while the other one is never mentioned even once.

additionally, i also found interesting how, whenever Harvey mentions having to do "an emergency surgery" on the player, the parents never even send a letter mentioning it or anything. i would assume that for something as serious as a surgery, a family member would be contacted in case anything went south, but that never seemed to be the case. you simply wake up from the surgery, go home, sleep, and your parents never even show sign of being alive.

i know Eric most likely did this to 1. keep the past of the farmer as vague as possible for people who enjoy creating OCs/sonas to not have to ignore canon details, and 2. in regards of the letters, to reward the player for reaching x milestone. however, my little brain could not help but assume that the reason the farmer barely receives any letters from their parents (and when they do it's only from one of them) it's because they bought some heavy mommy/daddy issues™ baggage with them to the valley.

and that's where my request comes from: how would the older villagers (preferably those with no children and/or spouses, like Gus, Marlon, Willy, Linus, etc) react to the farmer accidentally calling them mom/dad, because the farmer views them as the parental figure they wish they had in their life? would it be awkward? would they be flattered? would they comfort the farmer? i NEED to know.

additionally, i would prefer if you could make it a mixture of angst and fluff. plus, you can choose any villager you want, i just ask you to include Willy, since he's the one that i made a father/child relationship with my OC and who inspired this request in the first place.

thank you, hope it wasn't too much!!! and take care :3

I have to say, when I first played the very first save, I was also interested in the fact that only one parent sent letters, and even the letter itself didn't say "me and your mom/dad are proud of you", but just "I'm proud of you, with love dad/mom). Then the letters stopped coming altogether. My first guess and failed headcanon for my OC is that Farmer only had one parent (the other parent abandon family/dead), and when the letters stopped coming, the other parent passed away as well. And then I thought it was a pretty dark headcanon and scrapped the idea. Don't want too much angst, nope!

I really like this ask, because in my opinion, even if Farmer has living and loving parents, they will still see some people in Stardew Valley as a parental figure, because Farmer's family is far away.

I hope you enjoy the stories, I tried to make them both sad and fluffy at the same time. Thanks for ask and enjoy! ❤️

Willy, Marlon, Linus and Gil react to Farmer calling them dad.

Willy:

Amazement, laughter and pride is what Willy felt as Farmer very emotionally showed how they caught the Legendary fish in the mountain lake, not forgetting to gesticulate. They and Willy were sitting on the docks on a late summer night when, a little tired from fishing, they began to tell each other their fishing stories over a bottle of mead.

"That fish almost tore the fishing line, but I still managed to pull it out. I swore and puffed, but I pulled it out! It was huge!" The farmer summarized his story.

"What a fisherman! Well done, lad/lass!" The old fisherman's heart rejoiced that young people were still interested in fishing.

"Thanks, Dad!" The Farmer quickly said the last phrase on emotion, but their smile quickly slipped and they slapped themselves on the mouth. Willy also sat silent, a little surprised at the last word. Dad... The sea wolf had his heart broken more than once in his youth, and he had already resigned himself to the fact that he would never hear that word. He wasn't sad, for fishing did bring him happiness. And still...

"Sorry, that was... Ugh, I didn't mean to-" The Farmer was already trying to get out of the awkward situation, except that they felt the old sailor's hand on their shoulder, Willy's eyes looking at them with pride and warmth.

"You're welcome, son/daughter. I'm really proud of you". Never did Willy think he could say such words, the words of a proud parent for his growing child. Willy did not have a wife or children, so he could not feel the pain of loss from something he never had. And yet, after that word, he felt as if a stone had been lifted from his shoulders, and a warmth flooded into the old sailor's heart when the Farmer, crying, hugged him back after his words.

Marlon:

"Kid!"

"I'm fine!" The Farmer's voice came up from the bottom floor of the mine, letting Marlon know that they weren't under a rubble pile of rocks or in a nest of monsters. After a moment, Farmer was able to climb out of the hole in the floor on their own, unharmed, just a couple of scratches and with dirt.

Seeing that the Farmer was standing on their feet and unharmed, Marlon sighed in relief. But immediately, anger filled the old one-eyed adventurer's chest. Using a mega bomb on slimes - how did they even think of this!? The uppermost levels of the mines can collapse from a not too strong explosion, and then there's explosives of such power!

"Things went a little off plan, but we still destroyed those slimes. I call it success," the Farmer didn't have time to finish, as Marlon walked up to them quickly and gave them a not too strong, but quite painful smack upside the head. The Farmer immediately writhed in discomfort.

"Ouch! Why?"

"What were you thinking!?" It was the first time the Farmer saw Marlon so angry, the one-eyed monster hunter rarely lost his temper, "Have you lost your mind? Using a bomb, here! You could have died under that rubble!"

"But I-" Marlon interrupted Farmer again, raising his hand in a gesture.

"We have to think about every step we make in a fight, and what did you do?" Marlon was already speaking more calmly, but his tone remained the same steely. The Farmer had already feel ashamed and regretted their careless decision.

Yet, when Marlon calmed down and scolded the Farmer, taking their word that they would never act so recklessly again, the elder adventurer offered to return to their Guild, since it was getting dark. The Farmer breathed a sigh of relief, and on the exhale they said: "You're such a dad..."

Marlon stopped after that, turning to face the Farmer, who seemed to be surprised at their own words. And Marlon himself was surprised at how he snapped at the shout: he knows that the life of an adventurer is a constant risk, but Farmer had become a close person to him to let them risk their lives so recklessly. Just like... Just like his own child. And then they call him dad...

After Farmer's words, the one-eyed adventurer hummed playfully:

"In that cases, I, as a 'dad', officially declare to you: once again you use a mega bomb at the first levels, or do another stupid act, and I will flog you with a belt so that you won't be able to sit for a week, let alone swing a sword", Marlon is unlikely to ever carry out his threat, but he must make it clear to the Farmer that he is not joking.

"Ok, ok! I won't do it again! Sheesh...", Not wanting to argue with their mentor any further, the Farmer quickly followed Marlon to the exit of the mines. Before they left the cave, Marlon put a hand on their shoulder.

"Stay vigilant, adventurer. I've lost many people dear to me to let this happen again..."

Linus:

Linus hadn't noticed that the Farmer had managed to doze off by the camping fire. After all, a hearty supper of fried mushrooms had put the Farmers to sleep and made them fall into the realm of dreams. Early fall had already rewarded the Stardew Valley with cool nights, and so Linus decided to wake the Farmer so they could head to their warm home. The task was not an easy one: besides the delicious food, the Farmer had been very tired lately, and so he slept like a dead man.

"Get up, my friend, it's time for you to go home," alas, all of Linus' efforts were unsuccessful, and then stopped altogether when Farmer sleepily said: "Dad, please, five more minutes..."

"...Dad?"

Linus heard many words for himself: homeless, crazy, wild man, freak, stinker, weirdo. But Dad...?

While Linus was processing the information, Farmer had already managed to fall back into a deep sleep. The wild man decided to let Farmer finish his sleep in peace here near his tent. He took out a warm blanket from the tent, which he had made himself from fur, and covered Farmer, who was shivering a little from the cold night.

"Sweet dreams, my child", Linus had never thought that Fate would let him consider someone his child and pass on his wisdom, even if they were not related by blood. He made a promise to himself to always keep an eye on this kid and to help them in any way he could, whether by advice or deed.

Gil:

The knocking of stone against stone. Bang. And another ban

Another failure.

"Ah, damn it..." The Farmer cursed, throwing two geodes at their feet.

"Try it again, kid, you'll learn in time. See, you do it like this..." Gil again demonstrates how to open the geodes by himself, without Clint's hammer. With movements that had been honed over the years, he again held two halves of a split geode in his hands, from which amethyst and rock crystal druzes glistened.

"You didn't get into farming the first time either, yeah? You told me yourself, kiddo". Gil was absolutely right - to achieve a prosperous farm, the young Farmer had to work really hard, and success did not come immediately. So Farmer, sighing tiredly, took the geodes in their hands again in an attempt to open the mineral. Knock, knock, knock.

Crash.... Pop.

It worked!

"Told ya, kid", Gil smiled at the excited Farmer, who, twisting the two halves of the open geode, couldn't believe their own eyes.

"Yo, I finally did it! Thanks, Papa!"

It took the Farmer about ten seconds to realize what they had just said. Their cheeks flushed. Oh...

Gil, on the other hand, was quite ok to such a word in his address. In fact, he did not even miss the opportunity to tease the young adventurer a little.

"Papa, huh?" Though deep down Gil was touched by the fact that he had become this kind of father figure to Farmer, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to have a little fun. Especially since he knows that Farmer, though embarrassed by their confession, will also catch Gil's mood.

And the old adventurer is not mistaken.

"Well, should I call you mom then?" The Farmer was not in debt, deciding to play along with Gil as well.

"And that's how you talk to your papa, kid?" Gil rewarded the Farmer with a playful slap on their shoulder, "Come on, get outside. There's a whole bag of geodes lying by the supply boxes. Bring it over here and we'll practice some more," Farmer nodded and ran merrily toward the Guild exit, almost hitting Marlon, who was just entering the building.

The one-eyed adventurer, seeing his cheerful friend (it was rare to find Gil in such a good mood):

"Did something happen while I was gone?" Marlon hummed favorably and waited for Gil to stop snickering and calm down.

"You can congratulate me, brother," Gil said, "I just became a dad."

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv willy #sdv marlon #sdv gil #sdv linus #i proud of myself with this stories and I hope I wrote how you'd like it #i hope at least #it's can be hard #but ugh #sorry i don't make any sense #anyway thank you for this ask I really like it❤️

129 notes · View notes

stardewlegends · 9 months ago

Text

Shouldn't | Sebastian x Reader, Abigail x Sebastian (Smut, mild Angst)

Category: Smut, mild Angst (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Cheating, intercourse with someone else while in relationship, implied unhealthy relationship, arguing, public intercourse, explicit language Summary: The emo boy living in Robin's basement seemed to catch the new farmer's attention, that is until she realised he was in a relationship, but apparently that wasn't enough to stop either of them Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 3.9k

---

(Y/N) remembers all too well the first time she laid eyes on the dark-haired emo boy who resides in the basement of the local Carpenter.

The way she was chatting away with Robin about getting a chicken coop installed on her newly renovated farmland when she heard the light footsteps coming up the stairs.

Her eyes glanced aside to briefly acknowledge whoever was passing by but she had to double-take. So did he.

“Oh, Seb, this is (Y/N)! She’s the new girl who’s taken over the old farm to the West.” Robin introduces, “(Y/N), this is my son, Sebastian.”

The farmer has to lick her lips and swallow as if she forgot how to speak.

“A pleasure to meet you.” (Y/N) offers, smiling at the boy.

Sebastian’s expression remains stoic.

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool.” His voice is deeper than she expected and it only adds to the ridiculous attraction she has to him. “Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?” The man adds.

“Sebastian!” Robin scolds, Sebastian briefly looking at his mother before shrugging.

“See you round.” He finishes with before disappearing up the corridor.

“I’m so sorry about him, (Y/N); he’s not much of a talker.”

“No need to apologise; it can be a little unnerving meeting someone new, especially in such a small town.” (Y/N) smiles, Robin appreciating her sympathy before they go back to discussing chicken coops and cow barns.

As the days pass by and (Y/N) regular finds herself passing by the beautiful house in the mountains on her way to the mines and to visit Linus, she bumps into the man more often than she expected.

She was initially surprised when she caught him smoking by the mountain lake, but she realised it, unfortunately, only added to the attraction yet again.

He’s not much of a talker, mainly making comments about how much he enjoys peace and quiet. She can’t tell if she’s meant to take hints from those, but she can’t just ignore him everytime they pass by one another.

“I suppose I should finally drop by the saloon.” The farmer utters to herself as she finishes up the organisation of her chests.

Glancing at her watch, she acknowledges the time is nearing five-PM. She’s been told that most the townspeople gather at the Stardrop Saloon on a Friday evening so she figures it’s about time she showed her face and saw everyone in the same room. It’ll be a good opportunity to get to know everyone better.

Washing her face off and changing out of her farmers clothes into something a little more presentable, off she sets toward the town square.

“Evening, Clint!” (Y/N) smiles as the both approach the entrance to the saloon.

“Uh, hi.” The local Blacksmith never was much of a talker.

She gestures for the man to enter the saloon first as she follows behind.

“Evenin’ Clint, evenin’ (Y/N) - glad to see you come by!” Gus calls as the pair enter, Clint briefly waving before heading to a seat next to Willy, (Y/N) smiling.

“Hey, Gus! Wow, it’s really busy in here tonight.” The woman comments, glancing around the busy room.

“Ain’t it just! Always rowdy in here on a Friday night! What can I get you?”

“Some wine would be great if you have some?” (Y/N) asks, Gus nodding and pouring a glass. “Thank you!”

The woman wanders around the room, having a chat with Elliott and Leah, Pam wrapping her arm around the woman and drunkenly telling Gus how lovely she is, Pierre immediately trying to sell her some Summer seeds, and Willy going off about another crazy crab story.

It’s when she sees the archway into the next room and she freezes momentarily and her eyes widen at the site she’s greeted with.

Him. With his hands and lips all over Abigail!?

Sam is there too, circling the pool table and figuring out his next room like his two friends aren’t totally getting it on right beside him. This is clearly a regular thing…

She can’t decide if she’s disgusted or turned on by the site of his lips dominating hers, and more so watching Abigail’s hand teasing the man’s crotch.

“Seb,” Sam whines, “Stop making babies, I think I’ve nearly beat you!”

(Y/N) briefly glances at the pool table and, if she weren’t still Gobsmacked by the site she was just greeted with, would chuckle at Sam’s incorrect optimism.

Abigail’s giggle almost - almost - disgusts the woman.

Is this… jealousy? She smiles to herself at the stupid thought.

Sebastian grins and wipes the saliva hanging from his mouth before turning back to Sam, but his eyes widen at the site of the farmer in the doorway.

Abigail notices her presence at the same time, grinning with such innocence, she jumps back onto the sofa and waves before grabbing her beer.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)!” She calls before taking a sip.

“Hey.” The farmer responds, not wanting to seem like she was affected by the sweet girl getting it on with the hottest man in the valley.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N)!” Sam adds, throwing the woman a wave also.

“Hey, Sam. Hey, Sebastian.” She realises that Sebastian is clearly surprised so tries to break the ice.

“Uh, yeah, hi.” He greets before grabbing his pool cue and joining Sam at the table. “Sam, you’re not even close to winning.”

“What!?” Sam whines.

The trio carry on their antics before (Y/N) turns around and chats with Shane instead, although he’s not exactly the most friendly company.

As the night ends, she hears loud conversation as the trio pass her on their way to the exit.

“See ya, farmer!” Sam shouts, waving and grinning, stumbling on his feet from the alcohol influence.

“Bye, (Y/N)!” Abigail adds, hanging on Sebastian’s arm, giggling like a little school girl.

“Have a good night, guys!” (Y/N) smiles, noticing that Sebastian doesn’t even look at her.

It’s unusual given that anytime she passes the man up by the mountain lake, he always chats to her. He doesn’t say much but he always gives her the time of day to say hello and goodbye. Wishes her luck and wellness on her travels. Yet here he is not evening acknowledging her existence.

“He wants you.” Shane’s voice makes her eyes widen and head dart to look at him just as the loud trio leave the building.

“Excuse me?” The woman’s voice has increased tenfold in pitch.

Shane silently laughs as he downs the rest of his beer and heads for the exit.

“Careful, farmer.” The man calls.

Gulping and downing the rest of the wine, the woman follows suit and paces, rapidly, back to the farm. For a very, very long night’s sleep.

Weeks and weeks after that day she painfully realises how often Abigail is at Robin’s place. How often they’re in the saloon together. How Sebastian fucking danced with her at the Flower Dance and didn’t even acknowledge her. She wasn’t fussed. She isn’t much of a dancer anyway, and hell, he definitely isn’t either but Abigail clearly was.

One day, early Summer, she’s leaving the mines in the late afternoon, hoping to make it to Clint’s in time to open up some geodes for her, when she sees that all-too-familiar dark hair. She stumbles to a halt and glances to the side, rolling her eyes at how petty she’s going to be but take the slight detour passed Linus’ home to get round to town.

As she turns in her steps, his voice stops her.

“I’m sorry.”

She freezes and keeps facing ahead, unsure what to say.

The silence lasts slightly longer than what would be comfortable, but she’s pretty sure Sebastian doesn’t care.

“Why?-”

“Don’t be dumb, (Y/N).” His interruption of her question catches her off-guard. She turns her head to face him but he’s still staring out across the lake with the cigarette in his hand. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this.”

“Like what?”

He finally turns to look at her and throws his finished cigarette into the lake. Her eyes follow it in disapproval.

“Sorry.” He adds. She nods. A random, familiar conversation amongst the elephant in the room.

He chooses to not say anything more and begins walking back to Robin’s. She sighs and continues her route to the Blacksmiths.

She hasn’t gone back to the saloon since that night. There’s something weirdly unpleasant about watching a man you find attractive getting it off with the local goth girl.

She’s no homewrecker, that’s for sure. Well, she thought she was sure until the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies.

Of course she went. It was her first time and she’d heard nothing but good things about this particular Summer event. And they weren’t wrong - it was beautiful.

She stands with Alex and Haley for a short while, Haley excitedly explaining how incredible the jellyfish look on her camera. She is listening, for most of it, but when she stares up to the end of the pier and see’s the goth girl clearly yelling at Sebastian about something, Sam on his phone clearing dismissing the argument. Similarly to when they were making out in the Stardrop, this clearly isn’t the first time.

“Looks like Abigail’s off on one again.” Alex’s comment captures the farmer’s attention.

“Hm?”

“Ah, Abigail and Sebastian, they’ve been dating for around five years now but she’s always screaming about something, usually about how unresponsive he is, and it’s pretty shit to watch. Sebastian’s a good guy, he just isn’t very social, and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.” The jock explains, Haley nodding but her attention stays on flicking through her camera roll.

“That’s a shame.” (Y/N) adds, pretty disheartened that Sebastian is continuing to be in a relationship that doens’t sound healthy.

With her new-found knowledge, she finds the courage to bid farewell to Alex and Haley and start pacing up the pier toward the trio. She waves to Vincent along the way.

The footsteps along the wooden boards prompt Sam to look up from his phone. He awkward waves and looks embarrassed at the situation the farmer’s walking into.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He greets, Sebastian’s eyes widening once again as he hears her name.

He looks at her but Abigail doesn’t even flinch, continuing her rant.

“You’re fucking doing it again!” The girl screams, (Y/N) turning her attention to Abigail. “You’re not fucking listening to me!”

“Abigail, can you do this later?” Sam braves, scratching the back of his head in awkwardness.

“Shut the fuck up, Samson.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widen at the harsh words. She’s surprised given how nice and sweet the goth girl seemed to be that night in the saloon.

“Is everything okay?” The farmer braves.

“Clearly fucking not!” Abigail instantly replies, glancing at the woman for barely a second before scowling at Sebastian once again.

Silence fills the area around them besides the background chatter from their fellow townspeople.

(Y/N) comments that she better go and talk to Lewis before dismissing herself, Abigail’s voice immediately going off once again.

None of my business. That’s what she thinks to herself, but she doesn’t like leaving people in that kind of situation.

She sighs and tries to focus on the beautiful event that everyone has gathered for.

Mayor Lewis announces that he’s setting the boat off and the chatter dies down.

The sight is beautiful. It seems surreal - something from a fairytale. It’s enchanting.

Gasps and whispers are heard all around as everyone enjoys the view; even Shane is laughing as Jas is in awe of the beauty. She can relate to that feeling.

Sometime during the show, (Y/N)’s gaze wanders to the right where she’s surprised to lock eyes with none other than Sebastian himself.

She tilts her head as if asking him what’s up. His eyes glance back at the ocean momentarily before back up at her.

He nods his head behind him, as if gesturing down the pier.

It’s a question.

The farmer’s eyes furrow slightly.

It’s not a question. It’s an invitation.

After a few moments, she nods. Slowly.

Sebastian turns to look at Sam and doesn’t say anything, but the blond understands somehow. They have been friends for years after all.

As the moonlight jellies fade away and the chorus of conversations gets louder, (Y/N) looks across the pier and acknowledges Sam and Abigail talking, the woman still seemingly frustrated.

Sighing, the farmer begins walking down the pier, she meets Sebastian’s gaze as he stands at the top of the beach, nodding before continuing his venture up into town.

A few brief conversations with her friends as she heads on up, she freezes just as she crosses the bridge out of the beach and back into town, glancing around to try and find out where the boy went.

“Hey!” That oh-so-sexy deep voice calls, (Y/N) turning to the right and seeing the man stood over toward the bridge that takes them to the museum.

(Y/N) heads on over, Sebastian still not saying much as he continues his path. She has no idea where they’re going.

The man finally stops, taking a seat on the bench just outside Clint’s place. He’s instantly lighting up a cigarette.

“You want one?” He offers, but (Y/N) shakes her head, taking a seat beside him.

“No, thank you.” She adds, voice quiet.

They hear the voices of the townspeople in the distance, everyone heading home after the main event, a few heading to the Stardrop as Gus offers to stay open late for the occasion.

Clint briefly passes by the pair, nodding his head.

“Goodnight, Clint.” (Y/N) smiles in her usual chipper manner.

“Night.”

Sebastian finishes up his cigarette and tosses it into the river. (Y/N) chooses to not comment on it this time, but he whispers an apology under his breath anyway.

He immediately reaches into his pocket for the packet but the woman rests her hand on his arm, silently telling him no.

“Talk to me.” She whispers.

He turns to look at her and his expression is unreadable.

“What’s going through your head?” The woman adds and that’s when a soft yet almost pained smile rests on his lips.

“How badly I wanna kiss you.”

She feels like her eyes could fall out their sockets with how wide they go. He snickers the sight.

“God, you’re so cute.” He adds before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers, one hand resting on her waist while the other slides up into her hair.

She wants to stop him. She really should stop him. But she can’t. Her hands are gripping onto the bottom half of his t-shirt like it’s keeping her alive. Her lips opening to invite in his tongue. She moans at the sensation.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He utters as their lips part. She’s panting as if she’d just ran a marathon.

Her eyes look into his for any form of answers.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” His answer is instant. “Trust me, I know, but I’m a bad fucking person, (Y/N), and she makes me fucking miserable. I need out but I’m too much of a pussy to leave. She fucking lives down the road from me, for God’s sakes.”

“Seb…” The woman whispers, eyes showing sadness.

“Say my name again.”

His response makes her body throb, whether she likes it or not.

“Sebastian.”

His lips are on hers once again, the kiss rougher this time.

She’s whimpering, his touch so dominating and she fucking loves it.

He manouvers her into his lap and she can’t even stop herself from grinding down on his lap.

“Fuck!” He groans briefly before kissing her once again.

“Seb,”

“Yeah?”

“Want you.”

She doesn’t know what’s come over her. She’s fantasised about this way too many times and she can’t fucking stop the disgusting lust taking over her brain.

“I’ve wanted you since the second you moved in.” He confesses, one hand holding the back of her head while the other slides under her skirt, immediately caressing her underwear.

She gasps but doesn’t try and stop his movements.

“You’re fucking soaked, holy fuck.” Sebastian comments, pulling back briefly to admire the view.

Her cheeks are flushed although you can barely tell in the dark.,

“Can’t help it.” She whispers. “I’ve wanted this.”

“Yeah? Wanted to have me touch you?” He asks, eyes searching hers for reciprocated feelings.

“So bad, Seb.”

“So fucking pretty, (Y/N).”

They’re making out again, Sebastian’s fingers increasing their pace before sliding her underwear aside.

They both curse at the same time at the feeling.

“So fucking wet.”

“Seb, please.” She whines, instinctively grinding down on his fingers.

“Please what, babe?”

She rests her forehead on his. Both of them sweating like crazy.

“I need you inside me.”

The moan that rips from Sebastian’s lips is pornographic.

‘“I’ve fucking dreamt of hearing those words from you.”

“Then do it.” She whines, continuing to grind down against his fingers.

“Lift your hips.” The man whispers, the woman complying.

His hand slides out of her underwear and makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, pulling out his rock-hard and admirable length.

“Wanna suck your cock.” The woman whispers, the man moaning once again but stopping her from moving.

“Another time, gorgeous; right now I’m way too close already and I need to feel my cum in your pussy.”

The sudden filth makes her moan equally as loud and just as erotic as his.

Sebastian makes quick work once again of pulling her underwear aside under hear skirt and lining his cock up with her entrance.

“You ready?” He whispers, using his free hand to tuck a few strands of loose hair behind her ears.

She nods, desperately.

“Please, Sebastian.”

And that was all he needed before full sheathing inside her, (Y/N)’s hands covering both her mouth and his as they both continue with their erotic sounds.

Her eyes dart toward the town centre where people are still leaving the beach, conversations happening all over.

“You’re so big.” She manages to whimper, Sebastian gasping for breath.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He responds, capturing her lips with his own once more. “Craved this for so long.”

“Me too.” The woman nods.

Within seconds, the woman begins bouncing on the man’s cock, unable to help herself, and neither can he. His hips are slamming into her relentless. She’s gripping onto his shoulders for dear life and his hands are definitely bruising her hips as he aids her movements.

“Oh God,” The farmer cries out way too soon. Sebastian internally smirks at the sound.

“You gonna cum for me, angel?” The sudden petname makes her head spin. It’s so sweet. Not like what she thought Sebastian would be.

She nods desperately in response to his question though.

“Fuck, yes, Seb, please,” She begs, unable to think straight as she feels the coil tighten inside her.

“Can feel you tightening around me, (Y/N). Feel so fucking good.” His dirty talk only edges her closer to that sweet release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She can’t think. She can’t speak.

“Cum for me, gorgeous girl. Cum all over my cock.”

That was all she needed, Sebastian’s hand this time having to cover her mouth as her screams definitely echo across the valley. Sorry, Clint.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

The man throws his head back as she clamps around his cock, his own release rapidly following suit.

“Fuck!” He groans, (Y/N) resting her forehead against his once more, their hooded eyes locking.

“Seb.”

“Yeah, babe?” He manages, voice strained.

She doesn’t respond, eyes holding various emotions.

He manages a smile and slows down his thrusts.

“I know.” He whispers, kissing her deep, but this kiss isn’t lustful… It’s passionate. It holds weight. Emotion.

“I want your cum.”

The sudden filth from the farmer’s lips makes him moan again and increase his pace once more.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up, (Y/N)?”

“Please, Seb. Please.” Her begging is enough. His pace becomes rapid and he feels her tightening around him once again.

“Cum with me, baby. Cum all over my cock while I fill your pretty pussy with my cum.”

Another pornographic moan, and many desperate nods, and she does exactly that.

They both can’t stop how loud their sounds are as Sebastian releases deep inside her, the woman falling into euphoria, seeing stars as she gushes all over his cock, feeling him fill up every inch of her pussy.

“(Y/N)?” Sebastian manages once he comes down from his high, still with heavy breaths.

She manages to mumble something.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

She shivers at the petname and Sebastian chuckles.

“Sucker for being complimented, aren’t you, angel?”

She whines and falls against his chest, the man holding him close and stroking her back.

“You okay?”

She nods agains his shoulder.

“Words please.”

“I’m good.”

“Good.”

Silence embraces the pair until (Y/N) takes a deep breath and sits up.

“Can I get up?” She whispers, Sebastian nodding and helping her off, the man moaning as he watches remnants of his cum drip out of her.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

She giggles and takes a seat on the bench beside him once more, Sebastian quickly putting his cock away and putting his jeans back on properly.

The farmer’s head rests on his shoulder, the man wrapping an arm around her.

“What a night, huh?”

“Definitely the best introduction to the Moonlight Jellies.” She jokes, both of them laughing.

Silence comes around once more. A classic.

“You should-”

“I’m sorry-”

They both laugh as they start speaking at the same time.

“You first-”

“Go on-”

Another round of laughter.

“I’m sorry.” Sebastian manages. “I really shouldn’t have done that while I’m still with Abigail, but I’m gonna break it off with her tomorrow. I can’t handle her shit anymore - it’s draining.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been stuck in that situation.” (Y/N) whispers, stroking her fingers along his hand.

“You’re really sweet. It’s a nice change.”

Silence.

“Can I walk you home?” He offers, (Y/N) nodding.

“That’d be nice, thank you.”

Their walk to the farm is peaceful, vague music coming from the Stardrop as they pass by, otherwise just talking about the town and some funny stories they both have.

“Wow, you’ve really tidied up the place, huh?” Sebastian comments as they approach the farm.

“Trying to.” (Y/N) giggles as they head up the few steps to her front door. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Please don’t thank me, what I did was wrong.” He begins, (Y/N)’s expression clearly dropping because his eyes widen as he stumbles back over his words. “Wait, no, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that- God, what a dumbass. Sorry. I fucking loved tonight, in fact, I’d love tonight to happen every night, but I meant I shouldn’t have done it given the current circumstances.” He manages, (Y/N) nodding and stepping forward to hug the man.

“Oh, this is nice.” He whispers, relaxing for probably the first time in months. Maybe years.

The farmer presses a kiss to the man’s cheek and unlocks her door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sebastian.” She smiles.

“See you tomorrow, farmer.” He grins, lighting up a cigarette before heading up the path to his house, unable to stop smiling the whole way, thinking to himself that maybe there is some hope after all.

#sebastian stardew valley #abigail stardew valley #sebastian x reader #stardew valley #smut #stardewvalley #homewrecking #sebastian x abigail #cheating

48 notes · View notes