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ambiguoslyambitious · 3 years

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Chapter Two: Settling In

Author: ambiguoslyambitious (me!)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,678

Summary: Bela Rivers has just spent her first night in Riverland Farm and the gravity of the work needed to maintain the farm has finally hit her. How will she manage to restore the once thriving farm back to its former glory? Meanwhile, rumors of the new farmer's rudeness has quickly spread amongst the townspeople. Will Bela be able to save her reputation? Or has her chance for a fresh start already been tarnished?

Caw-Caw!

Ugh, Bela groaned internally, burying her face in her pillow to hide from the early rays of the morning sun. There’s no way it’s already tomorrow.

After Mayor Lewis and Robin had departed from the dilapidated farm, Bela had simply thrown her luggage in the front room and thrown herself on top of the surprisingly new bed in her grandfather’s old room.

Seems like they did some renovations before I arrived. Bela thought gratefully. It didn’t take long for Bela to succumb to her dreams, her grief and long journey both taking a heavy toll on her.

Caw-Caw!

Bela groaned again, this time reluctantly pulling herself to her feet. She knew that she had several long days worth of work ahead of her and the sooner she got started the better.

She rummaged through her luggage and settled on a faded pair of ripped jeans, paired with an old t-shirt and boots. She styled her hair away from her face, taking a moment to stand over the kitchen sink and splash some cool water to remove any remnants of sleep from her eyes.

As she prepared to exit the farmhouse she noticed a dozen packets of seeds on the kitchen table with a small note next to it. Bela picked it up, feeling slightly embarrassed that she had failed to notice it sooner. It read,

Dear Bela,

This is just to help you get started. Good luck!

Mayor Lewis

Bela gave a small half-smile at the mayor’s act of kindness. It was heartwarming to experience kindness from someone who was pretty much still a stranger.

Maybe, Bela mused. Things will be different. In a good way.

She strolled out of the farmhouse, the crisp spring air nipping at her nose. She found a chest behind the house filled with old tools.

Hmm, Bela glanced out at the property riddled with overgrown grass, discarded tree branches and stones. Where do I start?

After pondering for a moment, she decided to grab the scythe. She figured clearing the grass was the easiest task to perform.

First, Bela sighed. I’ll clear out the main island and make a patch for a garden and plant the seeds Mayor Lewis gave to me. Then, I’ll clear the routes to town and up The Mountain.

With a plan in place, Bela began wildly swinging the scythe, desperate to rid the farm of the knee-length grass. Hours go by before Bela was able to completely clear the path to the farmhouse from town. She took a seat on her front steps, fully taking in the magnitude of Riverland Farms.

Shit. Bela thought to herself as she gulped down a bottle of water. Looks like I have my work cut out for me.

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“Honey,” a kind, yet tired voice called out. Caroline had just finished restocking the shelves at Pierre’s General Store. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Have fun and tell the women to drop by sometime.” Pierre responded without looking up from the register. Today had been yet another slow day as Pierre struggled to compete with the nearby Joja Mart.

Caroline grabbed her sun hat from the counter and left without another word to her husband. I wish he would spend less time worrying about the store.

She walked out of the nearly perpetually empty store to meet with her friends in the town square.

“Hello, Caroline!” a cheery voice greeted her.

“Olivia! This is perfect timing.”

“I know!” Olivia responded, strutting over to the housewife. As usual, Olivia looked as though she was heading towards a photoshoot for Forbes magazine. ”Let’s not keep Jodi waiting.”

The pair quickly made their way to the edge of the square near the cemetery, where Jodi was already standing there waiting.

“Caroline! Olivia!” Jodi smiled at them. “How is everything?”

Caroline smiled back, “Oh, Jodi, you know how it is. Same as always.”

“Oh, I’m in a lovely mood today.” Olivia waved a hand across her perfectly made face and chuckled lightly. “I’ve managed to make quite a lot of money through some of my stocks. I think I might be able to make a significant payout and hire a landscaper to help maintain the yard.”

Jodi and Caroline quickly exchanged a look. Both women were housewives, struggling to make ends meet and keep their children in line. They would never admit it, but they were both a bit jealous of Olivia’s wealth and free time.

“Now,” Olivia continued on, seemingly unperturbed by the pair’s jealousy. “If only Victor would find himself a job, then things would be perfect. How are your kids?”

“Well, Sam’s gotten himself a part-time job at Joja Mart.” Jodi answered, fidgeting with the end of her braid. She gave Caroline a sympathetic glance before continuing, “And Vincent is still having trouble focusing on his lessons with Penny. Luckily, she’s been dropping by the house to give him extra lessons."

“Ah, Adrian has been struggling with the new math Penny introduced.” Caroline said, nodding in agreement. “And Abigail’s been slacking off with her online classes ever since that new Prairie King game came out.” She shook her head in disappointment.

“Hmm,” Olivia nodded. “I think Victor mentioned that they’ve been practicing in the saloon.”

“Oh, Yoba,” Jodi rolled her eyes. “That’s all Sam’s been talking about this week. Part of the reason why he got his job was so he could get it.”

“Ah, well, at least it’s been keeping the kids busy.” Suddenly, Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “Have any of you met the new farmer?”

Caroline sighed, knowing that Olivia always changed the conversation to gossip.

“Well,” Jodi answered shyly. “I tried going to that old farm with a bean casserole to welcome her, but no one answered. I even visited Mayor Lewis to just make sure that Bela had actually moved in and he said she arrived here Monday.”

“Well, when I went over there, I saw her working out in the field.” Caroline said, as the other two leaned in closer. “But, when I tried calling out to her, she just ignored me.”

“No way!” Jodi exclaimed.

Olivia gasped in surprise, “How rude!”

“I know!” Caroline sighed. “Forgive me, Olivia, I know things in the city are different, but I didn’t expect her to outright ignore me.”

“No, I understand, Caroline.” Olivia responded. “You would think she’d be a bit more polite. Didn’t Lewis say that she was around Victor and Sam’s age?”

Jodi nodded, “You’d think a young woman like that would have had better manners.”

“Hmph,” Olivia stuck her nose up sharply. “Seems as though we have another Andy in town.”

Caroline and Jodi looked around the square quickly, happy to see it empty at this hour.

“Olivia!” Caroline chastised lightly. “You’re too blunt.”

“Yeah,” Jodi agreed. “Maybe she’s just a bit shy like Sophia.”

“Well, at least Sophia has the decency to say hello,” Olivia shot back. “People like her are the reason why people like you think people from the city are so rude.”

Caroline and Jodi shoot another glance at one another, remembering when Olivia and Victor had arrived in Pelican Town just the year before. With her extravagant looks and taste for the finer things in life, many in town had been intimidated by her and her wealth.

“Hopefully, you just caught her on a bad day, Caroline.” Jodi said, trying to give the new farmer the benefit of the doubt.

“Hopefully,” Caroline sighed. “Well, ladies, I should probably help Pierre close the shop and get dinner ready for the kids. I’ll see you all again soon.”

Jodi and Olivia nodded in agreement, each of them bidding their farewells before heading their respective ways back home.

“You know, Caroline,” Olivia said in an unusually cautious tone of voice. “Sometimes, you and Jodi are too kind for your own good.”

“Goodbye, Olivia.” Caroline gave a weak smile.

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully, “Have a good night.” Not even a minute later, Olivia was opening the door to her beautiful manor where her son sat in the kitchen, nose buried into a book as usual.

“What did I say about bringing books into the kitchen, Victor?”

“Mother,” Victor raised his eyes sheepishly. “Apologies. I was just waiting to see if you needed any help with dinner and figured I would entertain myself. I’ll bring this back to the library at once.”

“It’s all right.” Olivia smiled. “And don’t worry about dinner, I’ve already prepared something for us.”

Victor turns to return his book to the library before Olivia continues, “Wait just a moment, dear.”

“What is it, mother?” Victor furrows his eyebrows in curiosity. Hopefully, not another inquisition about my unsuccessful job search.

“Have you heard anything about the new farmer, Bela Rivers?”

“What do you mean?” Victor frowns. “I haven’t yet gotten the chance to meet her, but I assume it’s because she’s been busy fixing up that old farm.”

“Hmm, interesting,” Olivia says, turning to grab their dinner from a pot on top of the stove. “I was just curious if you’ve heard anything from any of your friends, like Abigail.”

“Abigail?” Victor asks, rolling his eyes. “Did something happen with Caroline?”

“Well,” Olivia turns around, a glint of mischief in her dark eyes. “Since you ask, Caroline mentioned that Ms. Rivers appears to be quite rude.” She eagerly scanned her son’s face in hopes of inciting a reaction.

“Rude?” Victor’s eyes widened in surprise. “How so?”

“Apparently, when Caroline went over there she spotted the new farmer working out on the field. When she tried calling out to her, she just completely ignored Caroline. Can you believe that?”

“Hmm,” Victor frowned. “Perhaps she was preoccupied.”

“Still,” Olivia rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t take much to say, ‘Hello’ or ‘I’m busy, can we talk another time?’”

“I suppose so.” Victor stroked his chin in thought. “Perhaps, I’ll head over to make my introduction.”

“I wouldn’t waste my time.” Olivia said, carefully serving a plate of spaghetti to her son. “Jodi also wasn’t able to talk to her.”

“Oh, come on, Mother. Don’t be so judgmental.” Victor gratefully accepted the plate. “And have you forgotten that she’s from Zuzu City, like we were? She might not be used to the townspeople’s friendliness. I know I wasn’t.”

Olivia sighed before taking her seat across from her son. “You may be right. If you do decide to pay her a visit, make sure to extend an invitation to dinner.”

“Of course.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Olivia said, the mischievous glint in her eye returning. “Let’s talk about your job prospects.”

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Victor Jenkins decided to pay this mysterious farmer a visit. He decided to bring a simple wooden basket, adorned with beautiful faux green leaves, holding one of his mother’s finest, iridium-quality aged Blue Moon wines as a welcoming gift. Inside the basket, Victor had written a simple note, inviting the newest resident to Pelican Town to dinner at the Jenkins’ residence.

His mother, Olivia, was a bit apprehensive about this invitation, especially since she had heard of the newcomer’s rebuff of her friends, Caroline and Jodi.

Regardless, Victor decided to try and engage with the farmer. After ensuring that the wine was secure in the basket, he promptly exited the manor and began heading west out of town towards Riverland Farm.

Maybe , Victor pondered. This newcomer is focusing on fixing up that old farm. If she grew up in the city, perhaps she didn’t realize the importance of antiquated pleasantries in a small town like this.

He chuckled to himself, remembering how awkward it was when he and his mother first arrived in Pelican Town. Similar to the newcomer, Victor and his mother had resided in Zuzu City. He was studying engineering at the prestigious Pellcar University, while his mother worked as an accounting manager at Joja Corporation.

Hmm, Victor thought. I wonder if Ms. Rivers worked in the same department as Mother.

After about twenty minutes, the cobblestone street of the town square had morphed into a simple dirt path. As he approached Riverland Farm, he was amazed at how much had already changed on the main island. The path he was on was clear of grass and any other debris, and across the farmhouse was the beginnings of a simple strawberry patch.

It seems as though the new farmer has been quite busy, Victor noted, looking around in admiration. However, it appears that quite a lot of work still needs to be done. He noticed that there were still many large stones and fallen tree trunks littered across the property.

After surveying the field and determining that the farmer wasn’t outside working, Victor walked up the steps of the farmhouse and politely knocked, his hands rapping against the wooden door quickly, yet loudly. He waited patiently before knocking once more, a bit more urgently. This time, the door suddenly gave in.

I suppose the farmhouse is in need of maintenance as well, Victor thought, wondering what his next move should be.

Well, Victor gently pushed the door open, I do suppose the door is unlocked.

“Hello?” Victor called out, peeking his head inside the farmhouse when he heard no response. “Ms. Rivers?” His eyes swept across the room, searching for the newcomer.

“Ms. Rivers?” He called out again, cautiously stepped inside the farmhouse. “My name is Victor Jenkins. Might I ask where you are, Ms. Rivers?”

The front room was surprisingly spacious, containing only a small table, chair, television and fireplace. He looked over to the left and noticed a small kitchen, also barely decorated and only containing the simplest of appliances. To his right, he noticed a door that stood slightly opened.

That must be her bedroom, Victor thought, There’s no way she could still be asleep, is there? It’s the afternoon.

He decided to walk over and knock once more. “Ms. Rivers? Are you in there? I don’t mean to intrude.”

Once again, there was no response.

Getting slightly impatient, Victor slowly pushed the door open wider and was annoyed to see the new farmer sweeping with her back towards him.

How rude! Victor was annoyed that his mother may have been right about the new farmer. How can she act like she hasn’t heard me calling her for the past five minutes?

Victor cleared his throat loudly. “Excuse me, Ms. Rivers. Did you not hear me knocking?”

Victor looked on in astonishment as Bela continued to sweep without acknowledgement.

“Ms. Rivers,” Victor raised his voice in annoyance. “I did not want to believe the rumors, however, you are acting just as rude as the townspeople have described you. How disappointing!”

Bela swept whatever dust she had managed to collect into a dust pan, finally turning to see a stranger in her doorway. She dropped her dust pan, screaming in fear. She gripped her broom with both hands tightly, pointing it at a man whose face changed from an expression of annoyance to one of fear and confusion.

‘“Who are you?!” Bela screamed, waving the broom threateningly.

She didn’t hear me? Victor thought in confusion. He looked at the angry and scared farmer, realizing that she must be deaf.

“My name is Victor,” he said slowly, taking extra care to emphasize each word. “I live in Pelican Town.”

Bela’s face burned bright red in embarrassment as she promptly lowered her broom. She raised her hand in a waiting gesture, before looking around the room for her hearing aids. She hadn’t worn them in days since she had been spending most of the time working in the field and didn’t think she needed to.

“I-I’m sorry, Victor,” Bela apologized, the red refusing to leave her face. “But, how did you get in here?”

“I’m afraid that your door was unlocked, Ms. Rivers.” Victor answered sheepishly. Now that the farmer was no longer threatening him with cleaning supplies, he couldn’t help but notice her beauty.

“Bela. Just call me Bela.” She nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Well, Bela,” Victor raised the arm holding the basket, “Welcome to Pelican Town.”

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anari3l · 4 years

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Humors of Whiskey pt 3: Colter

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Reader

Words: 1382

Summary: Reader reminisces with Hosea while Arthur and Javier look for John.

The sun was just starting to set when Hosea found you at the edge of camp, pile of old photographs in hand. “Whatcha got there?” he asked as he sat beside you.

“Do you ever look at these old things and … just miss them?” you asked. You shuffled the photos, which you were supposed to be unpacking, but found yourself reminiscing about instead. “Bessie, Annabell, Copper … my family.”

“Let me see that,” he sighed, leaning against the rotted out fence beside you, motioning to the picture of you, Bessie, and Susan. “That’s one I haven’t seen in years.”

You laughed. “I found it in the bottom of my trunk.”

“She did love you, that’s for sure,” Hosea remarked, looking fondly at the old photo of his wife.

“I think about her a lot,” you murmured, looking out to the sunset over the snow capped mountains. “And now Davey … Jenny … Mac. We’ve lost a lot of people, Hosea.”

“I know,” he sighed, handing the picture back to you before pushing off the fence. “Dutch says he’s got a plan.”

You scoffed, looking off to the snowy scenery around you. “What happened in Blackwater, Hosea? Arthur won’t tell, Dutch won’t look at me, Miss Grimshaw asks the same thing ... I don’t believe a word Micah says …”

“I wouldn’t either,” Hosea smirked. “Dutch said it went South, is all I know,” he answered. “Arthur and I weren’t on that boat. I don’t know for sure.”

“And now we’re camped in a snowed in cabin for the winter?” you asked. “Just sit here and hope we don’t all freeze to death?”

“You’re the strongest young woman I know,” he smiled, patting your shoulder. “If anyone can help us get through this winter, it’s you.”

“And Dutch … and Susan … and you,” you smiled.

Hosea laughed. “Better head inside, it only gets colder after dark.”

You nodded, accepting Hosea’s one armed hug. “You think John’s okay?” you asked as you followed Hosea into the larger of the cabins in Colter.

“Arthur and Javier will find him. He’s a strong son of a bitch,” Hosea smirked. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

***

You huddled on the cot, sleep evading you as you thought on Arthur, and John, and everyone else in the gang. Across the road, in the smaller cabin, the girls huddled around the fire with Miss Grimshaw and Jack. In the next room, Hosea snored softly from his small cot by the fire.

You stared at the wall in front of you, bundled in one of Arthur’s jackets not fit for snowy weather, as well as layers of your own clothing and a threadbare woolen blanket. Blackwater had been a blur. One moment, you had been anxiously awaiting the men to return from the ferry job, the next, you were packing up camp and running into the mountains. With no money.

You had been wary of the job from the get go, but admittedly for it when the time came. You had sat in on many briefings for jobs, and helped with planning for almost everything. You may not have been the enforcer like Arthur, but Dutch and Hosea had trusted you since your teen years to help figure things out.

You awoke a few hours after morning to find Arthur curled into the blanket beside you, head tilted against the wall and feet splayed in front of him as he sat, asleep, on the cot. You had curled into his side, head on his shoulder as the both of you lounged on the cot like a bench instead of laying down.

“Arthur?” you mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes but not raising your head from your makeshift pillow.

He groaned something that may have passed for “what?” but didn’t move.

“Is John okay?” you asked, noticing through the haze of sleep that it must have been past noon, and that he was, indeed, back in camp.

“He’s fine,” he mumbled, shifting in his seat, tucking his hands farther under his arms. “Wolves almost got ‘im. Might be a bit uglier than befo’ but he’s alive.”

“Get some sleep,” you muttered, draping your half of the blanket over his frame as you stood with a stretch. “I’ll go see if Pearson’s got food ready yet.”

Arthur only groaned, eyes still closed and hat tilted over his forehead. As you reached the door, you heard shuffling, and turning back slightly, found Arthur slipping down to rest against the pillow.

Hosea was sitting in front of the fire when you stepped into the front room of the cabin, elbows resting on his knees as he read one of his mystery novels. “Mornin’,” he greeted as you walked in.

“When did Arthur and Javier get back?” you asked, standing in front of the fire to warm your hands.

“Early this morning,” he answered. “John’s bein’ tended to in the other cabin.”

“Any news on what we’re doing next?”

“Freezing some more, I reckon,” Hosea joked. “Dutch mentioned something about a train. We’ll see how that goes.”

A train.

Dutch’s motto must have changed to “go big or go home” in the last few years. Just fresh out of Blackwater, off a botched ferry heist, and he wanted to rob a train. You could hear his inspirational speech about it without even witnessing it. You had lived with him long enough to know how he thought by now.

The cabin across the way was smaller than the one you were staying in, but warm you noted as you stepped in. Tilly, Mary-Beth, and Karen were huddled on a bench to the left of the door, just beside the fire, all bent over sewing. Miss Grimshaw sat directly in front of the fire on an old wooden chair. And on the far wall, John lay, bandages wrapped around his head, with Abigail at his side.

You had always been like a sibling to John. You had gotten into enough scrapes with him as children to leave scarred knees and bruises. Seeing him bedridden, half his face obscured by thick, blood stained bandages, you felt a twinge of fear in your heart. Having thought he had died had been terrible. You could only imagine what Abigail felt.

“He’ll be fine,” Abigail said, not looking up to you as you sat beside her. “He hasn’t woken up yet, but Miss Grimshaw says the wounds are clean, and they will heal.”

“He’ll just have some new scars,” you smirked. “I’m glad he’s okay.”

***

Bessie had once told you that Dutch and Hosea were good men. Strong willed, yes, but good men. Through the years since you had first met Bessie Matthews, you found those words to ring ever true. They were conmen, first and foremost. Outlaws on the run. A sort of Robin Hood style folktale.

Steal from the rich, give to the poor.

Or, in Dutch’s words: Steal from the powerful, give back to the community.

Which made sense, of course, when Dutch found those charts at Colm O’Driscoll’s snowbound hideout. Leviticus Cornwall was one of those overly rich members of society, and Dutch wanted to steal from him. To show that the underdogs could triumph. It made sense. A train heist was exactly what this gang needed in terms of a morale boost.

You leaned over the map, Dutch, Arthur, Bill, and all the others gathered around your shoulders. Through the years you had become sort of a cartographer and wayfinder for the gang. You understood maps, and directions, as well as topographical changes in terrain.

“Alright, so … here is your best option,” you started, pointing to the ridge outline on the map before running your finger over to the drawn railway lines. “If I’m reading this right, this should be just above the tracks, and on the other side of this tunnel,” you added, running your finger over another line.

“Bill will set the charges,” Dutch explained. “The rest of us will wait there until the train is stopped.”

You hummed in agreement. “This seems like its pretty empty country through here, but be careful. This could be an old map. The only landmark I’m seeing is that water tower.”

“First thing in the morning, boys,” Dutch smiled, rolling the map up. “We’re robbing a train!”

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #humors of whiskey

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starsscribble · 6 years

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Fandom: Stardew Valley

Character: Sebastian

A/N: Anything in italics are text speaking.

Logging into your game you waited for the loading screen to finish. Once it was you watched as your character and other peoples characters spawned it. Pressing the F button your friends' list showed up. Most of the people you use to play with no longer enjoyed the game. The quests were too long and repetitive, they needed to grinded for a weapon upgrade, or as they put it simply grew up. However, you kept meeting people and friending some from random raiding groups. That was how you met him, you didn't know his real name only his gamertag; Obsidivoid. He stood up for you when the tank of the party decided to berate you because your buff ran out on him and you were healing someone else. You normally wouldn't have replied and just keep on doing your job. However, today had been a rough day for you before work. Your fingers raced across the keyboard as you typed out your rant. Before you could even hit enter the assassin in your party had, in a few more words to fuck off and stop being a dick to the healers. It seemed like he been in this party for some time with the tank. Of course, this didn't really help anything simply made the dungeon long as the two stopped every now and then to tell the other off. At the last room, your internet lagged out just as you were about to get to the final boss. The tank started the boss instead of waiting and locked you out. They didn't make it a did a total wipe. You had stated when your internet leveled out how sorry you were and that your internet lagged out for a bit. The others in the party seemed to understand; you silently thanked them. As soon as the tank went down he went off. Calling you everything he could think of, you swear he had to have made a few up. At this point, everyone else is the party was defending you, few stating if he thinks healing is so easy then he should main it. The second boss fight went better and only loot was divided up the tank left. You thanks the other that stood up for you. Most didn't reply simply left the group and move on it was nothing new. Obsidivoid, however, did reply.

“Don't worry about it. Dude was an ass and doesn't understand his own role let alone the role of a healer.” That was how your friendship started. Over the months of playing with him, you were developing a crush.

Looking at you friends list you found the username you were looking for. It said he was idle but you didn't believe that as you brought the map up to see him moving around.

“Hey.” You sent him a whisper as you summoned your mount and headed to where he was.

“Oh hey. I didn't notice you got on.”

“You see the new event coming?”

“Ya. Seems cool. You going to try it out?”

“Can't I’m moving remember?”

“Oh ya.” You smiled as you stood in front of his character emoting at him.

“Oh! I should give you my messenger user so we can still talk.”

“Ya, that sounds great!” Once he gave you his messenger user you opened up you're and typed it in. You sent him a friend request.

“SnowStarxX? Really?” His character was laughing now.

“Shut up! I was 15 when I made it.” Once he finished laughing at your user the two of you plan out how to spend your late night online before the move.

Spring was done and gone with, your first months were not the best as you tried to get a handle on the whole farming thing. It was a total change from your desk job at Joja. More than a few times you wanted to call it quits and head back to the city. But you stuck it out and made it through spring. It took you all of spring to save up money for not only summer seeds up getting internet set up at the farm. If Obsidivoid hadn't given you his messenger and Abigail didn't give you her family wi-fi password you think you might have died. In spring you became close to Abigail once she learned you were a gamer like her.

“Gamers girls gang. Let's go!” Abigail chanted when she learned you played video games. If you had free time from the farm you would crash in her room and texted Obsidivoid from your phone as she played her games. Through Abigail, you met Sam, who you were certain was the sun in human form. Then there was Sebastian, who had to be the new moon in human form.

About to head out of Pierre's store you heard Abigail call for you to stop.

“Y/n! Heard you just got internet out on the farm.” Abigail seemed just as excited as you were when the installation guy showed up.

“Ya, I did.” When you confirmed that information Abigail looked like she was going to shoot through the roof with happiness.

“That means you can join us on raid night! We need a healer.”

“Uh. Ya sure. I’m down,” you looked at the clock on your phone checking the time. “You have my messenger, send me the information. Now I need to get this seeds planted before the sun gets to hit.” You rushed out the door of the store and towards your farm almost running Lewis over to which you had to shout an apology.

Finally, the day was over, the seeds were in the ground watered. More of the farm was clear of trees and you got a few items in the bundles at the community center. Once you were showered and called your dog in the house you sat down at your computer. You set it up by the window because you didn't know how hot it was going to get. You didn't have an a/c yet so this window was going to stay open all season. Since you had been away from the game for so long you had to wait for the updates as you did you checked over the messages Abigail sent you before texting Obsidivoid that you were getting back online. He sent you back cheering and clapping emojis.

“You missed me.”

“I did. Wish I could hang out with you but friends want to do a few dungeons because we have a healer.”

“I thought I was the only healer you needed. 😞”

“You are! This is one of my friend's friend. I haven't really talked to her.”

“So this healer is a her. Interesting.😏”

“Stop it.”

“Or what? 😝”

“😤”

“😘. You can't stop me!”

“Why did emoticons become a thing?”

“Because they are great. You like them too!”

“I don't right now.”

“😆”

Looking up from your phone you saw that the updates were finished, clicking play and logging in you played the waiting game again. Abigail messaged you asking where you were. You told her you had to do updates but was about to load in. As soon as your character appeared so did a friend request that Abigail had sent you a month back. Accepting it you immediately you got a request to join her party. Moving your party members health bars to the side of your screen you saw a familiar username. You quickly sent a whisper him with one word.

“Sebastian?” There was no reply as Abigail explain in party chat what you were going to do that night. Through the whole night, the only time Sebastian ever talked to you was when he needed heals. The night went smoothly and at 3am everyone wished each other good night. You didn't have a chance to talk with Sebastian he was offline on the game and on the messenger. Obsidivoid was Sebastian you had a face and name to your crush now. However, it seemed like he didn't want to talk to you. He didn't reply to your messages on both the messenger and the game; you guessed he needed space but after a bit, it just hurt. It made you feel like you did something wrong like you were the bad guy here.

You were over at Robin’s dropping off an Earth Crystal Demetrius had requested. You were about to leave when you bumped into Sebastian.

“Oh…. um hi,” the two of you stood in the hall between the lab and Robin's storefront awkwardly for a few minutes. Robin peeked over the countertop and yelled.

“Sebby why don't you show Y/n your games! I heard she plays games too!” With mumbles and grumbles of words, you could not understand. Sebastian grab your hand and pulled you down the stairs to his room. Once the door was closed he released your hand and moved away from you. He hadn't looked at you since you bumped into him.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was quiet which caused him to look at you. From his interaction with you in person and the way Abigail talked about you, you were never this quiet.

“I don't know what I did but I’m really sorry.” Then he saw it, the tears streaming down your face. You thought it was your fault as to why he wasn't talking with you.

“No, no, no,” Sebastian moved back towards you trying to wipe away the tears that fell.

“You didn't do anything. It was me. I…” He sighed as he looked at you. “I didn't know what to do. I’ve had this crush on you for a while than to have you here and not know it. It didn't know what to do.”

“You have a crush on me?” You sniffed as you looked up at him the tear stains clear on your face.

“Ya, I hope you don't find me weird now.” You shook your head no smiling at him.

“That would just be hypocritical of me then.”

“You ha-” Just then there was a loud boom and you felt the house move a bit. You both rushed up the stairs and went to look out a window in the lobby as Robin had the radio on the weather station.

“Looks like Pelican Town is in for some rough weather for tonight. Best to stay indoors with this high winds. You don't know what could be swept up.” You heard the weather say.

“Oh no! Buster! He is still outside.” You rushed towards the door but Sebastian stopped you.

“I’m sure Buster found a place to wait out the storm. There is no way I'm letting you got out in this.” Sebastian stated as he held the door closed.

“He is right,” Robin spoke up as she turned the radio down. “I can’t in good conscience let you go out in this storm. Better go find those extra pillows and blankets. Maru should also have clothes you can wear for the night. Robin moved out from behind the counter and towards the hallway. Sebastian said that you would be in his room as he led you back down to the basement.

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