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inspiration || leah x farmer oneshot

leah is stressed because no one is buying from her website, she needs her favorite farmer to cheer her up.

warnings: gender neutral farmer! reader, EXTREMELY FLUFFY, reader is married to leah, comfort from stress, slice-of-life moments <3

requested by: no one, all from me babyyyy

Walking into your farmhouse after a long day of work, you see your beautiful wife sat down at her computer. She had her head propped up against her elbow, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Stress was evident, and what kind of spouse would let their wife just sit with it?

Your hands gently slid onto her shoulders, rubbing circles with your thumbs. “Love, what's got you down?”

“I haven't sold anything in two weeks. This is the longest drought of work I've had! I don't ... I don't understand. I thought my work was selling well ...” she trailed off, bringing both of her hands to hold her face.

You slid down onto your knees beside her, gently taking her hands. “Hey, do you remember when I came over to your house, and I told you that this might be the best method to get your work out there? I meant it. Do you know how many people have bought work that my lovely wife has made? Hundreds! Hundreds of people have bought your work, and that means hundreds more will when they see your beautiful craft.”

She let out another strained sigh, trying not to let her eyes fill with tears. “I know- but what if my quality has declined? Is that it?-”

“Absolutely not, I've seen you working day and night to create what you do. What sets you aside from all the rest is your passion, I've never seen someone this passionate about creating! It feels like you have so many ideas that they never stop coming, there's always a new listing! And I love it, if I could buy every creation you make, I would. I would keep every piece,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles.

“ ... you would buy my work?” she said, wiping the stray tear that had fallen down her cheeks.

“Yes. Every last sculpture, every last painting. I adore your work, love. Even the pieces you hate, what feels like imperfections, I cherish them,” you said happily, squeezing her hand.

“If you wanted more pieces, you could've just told me,” she said with a soft giggle.

“This is way more special though, don't you think?” you stood, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek on the way up. “Now get off that computer, I'm gonna cook you some dinner while you pick out a movie.”

She stood up, protesting. “It's my night to make dinner, you go rest, hon.”

You wrapped your arms around her waist, kissing her lips softly. “Here, let's compromise. Let's make dinner together, alright? But you're still picking out the movie.”

She let out a soft huff. “Okay, if you say so,” she said with a gentle smile. As you pulled away from her to head towards the kitchen, she lingered. She pulled out a small book from her pocket, jotting down an idea she had for a sculpture. One for you.

Wondering what she was doing, you poked your head back into the room. “Coming, Lee?”

“Yeah, just didn't want an idea to get away from me ... let's go cook,” she said, slipping the book into her back pocket and joining you in the kitchen.

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sadsentinel · 4 years

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i wld trade a kidney for literally any elliott/leah content my dude

hi anon! sorry it took me so long to get this written out. i hope you like it! also, you can keep your kidneys, i’ll settle for a like :)

btw, i’ve started a story on wattpad that will contain all the stardew oneshots i write. you can find it here!

The late afternoon sky glowed orange through Leah's window. Have I really been working that long? She'd noticed only once that the light peeking through her curtains had begun to change, but that had been... she wasn't quite sure how long ago that had been.

Her stomach grumbled and she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast. After the new farmer had moved to town and convinced her to host an art show, she'd been working even harder on her sculptures. There had been many a day since then that she had forgotten to take breaks, even to eat, she was so focused on her sculpting.

She smiled to herself as she looked over her current work-in-progress. This one would have to wait until tomorrow morning, unless a bout of inspiration struck her as she tried to sleep that night. That had been happening now more than ever, and she was glad. She relished in the fact that moving here had been the right decision. After all of the good things that had happened to her here in Pelican Town, she couldn't imagine living any other way, or anywhere else.

She'd made true friends, gained the courage to share her art, and best of all, she was happy.

A muffled cough, barely audible above the babbling stream outside, pulled her attention away from her thoughts. Who could that be? She prepared herself to go meet whoever it was, but first ran her fingers over her work, a little surprised at how well it was turning out. She'd expected this design to be much harder than she had originally anticipated. She quickly recoiled when she drew her finger over what felt like a massive splinter.

"Ow!" She shook her hand as if to dull the pain, and gingerly picked the splinter out. Her lips formed a hard line as she did, and her finger radiated pain with each heartbeat. She pulled a pale sheet over her sculpture and kicked a few of the larger wood shavings out of the walkway. That's enough for today.

She slipped into her boots and emerged from her home for the first time that day. The warm, summer sunlight washed over her, and she shut her eyes for a moment, just to take in the comforting feeling of it. Something about life in the country made her appreciate the small things, like enjoying the sunshine. That was something she'd never been able to do in the city. There was too much hustle and bustle, and it was too loud to hear the quiet, calming sounds of nature.

"Elliott? Is that you?" She held her hand over her eyes to block the sun, and peered out at the figure sitting by the edge of the water. The man turned and smiled.

"Leah! It's good to see you. Why don't you join me?" He patted the spot beside him, and she walked over to accompany him. "How have you been? I haven't seen much of you lately."

It was true; she'd become somewhat of a recluse. The inspiration she'd felt lately had occupied her entire day, for weeks now.

"Yeah, sorry. I've been distracted, I suppose." She leaned back and placed her hands on the ground for support, but flinched when a stab of pain coursed through her finger. "Ouch." She lifted her hand and shook it out once again, until the pain became but a dull sensation.

"What happened?" Elliott's voice dripped with concern for his friend. He extended his hand, genuine worry causing his eyebrows to knit together. She placed her hand in his and he turned it over, inspecting it for injury.

"Just a big splinter. It'll heal." She waved his worry away with her free hand, but his concern didn't fade like she'd hoped it would.

"You should be careful," he said, pulling something from his pocket. Leah realized it was a bandage as he began wrapping it around her finger, as gentle as if he were cradling a baby bird. Elliott had always been gentle and caring, and despite their slight age difference, she was drawn to him. He'd been kind to her since the day they'd met, when he wandered into the Saloon looking to meet everyone.

"Hi, I'm Leah." She smiled at him, feeling a nervous blush spread across her cheeks.

"Elliott. It's a pleasure to meet you," he responded, shaking her hand gently, but firmly. "Oh! Your hands—" He'd noticed the roughness of her skin that came from hours of sculpting. She glanced down at her calloused, work-hardened hands.

"Oh, I'm a sculptor. Wood carving." She felt herself smile again, albeit involuntarily, as the embarrassment flushed her cheeks.

"Really!" he exclaimed. "I'm an artist myself. A writer," he said. "Art really does come in many forms, doesn't it?"

"I suppose you're right. It does." Leah grinned widely, genuinely happy there was another artist in town. She'd always been afraid of sharing her art, but maybe he could help her overcome that fear. If not, at least she had one person she could potentially bond over the craft with.

The pair talked long into the night, until Gus called over to them from behind the bar, "It's almost closin' time, folks." Emily yawned in the corner as she washed down a few tables.

Leah glanced around, and realized they were the only ones left. Everyone else had already headed home for the night.

"Oh! We should really get home, it's getting awful late." She rarely stayed out so long into the night, but this was an exception. She'd made a new close friend, and they had so much in common. She could only hope they would remain friends for a long time to come.

They didn't go straight home that night, though. Elliott had asked if she wanted to go to the beach for awhile, and although her limbs felt heavy with exhaustion, she found herself agreeing. They'd talked for several more hours, about their pasts, about art, about Pelican Town, about everything. They only realized how late it was getting, or early rather, when the sun began to shine on the horizon. The colors of the sky changed from a deep, purplish-blue, to a beautiful shade of lavender, until the paler blues, yellows, and hazy orange glow filled the still star-speckled sky.

"Is that better?" he asked, still holding her hand with a kind of softness only he was capable of. She nodded, appreciative of his care.

"Thanks."

A soft breeze blew a few scattered leaves over the sparkling water that flowed peacefully beneath them. The orange haze of the sunset reflected back on them, and filled the air with an otherworldly glow you could only ever experience here.

"I'm glad I met you," Leah said. She tossed her bright red hair over her shoulder and smiled at her friend.

"So am I. The town is beautiful, the wilderness simply beckons for you with its peaceful, calming aura, and the soft crashing of the waves makes the beach the perfect place to call home. And the people. The people are kind and warm-hearted." He winked at her, and the corners of her lips turned upwards in a smile.

"It's so nice to have another artist in town, y'know. You really get me." Elliott smiled at the compliment and chuckled.

"Good. I had planned on sticking around for a long time."

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