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cliff talk | sebastian x reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: sebastian brings you on a ride.

tags: emotional hurt/comfort, slight angst, dialogue heavy, sebastian and reader have a heart to heart

a/n: i never thought i'd be writing for the emo boy but here i am. hope you guys liked this as much as i liked writing this! :D

Like the green rain phenomenon or the cute little junimo creatures that live in the community center, there’s always something new to experience in the valley. As odd as it might be.

Hunched over, tending to your crops—is like living in wait, the calm before the storm, the thrum of anticipation as you await the next exciting thing.

Like today—now.

“Ah, there you are.”

The garden shears in your hands are dropped into the thick down crawl of growing fruit. You look up, squinting your eyes due to the warm beat of dying sunlight.

“Sebastian?” you pause, looking up at him from your spot amongst growing melon vines. Your overalls smeared with dirt and damp with sweat—this is the last state you’d want to be seen in.

“Hey farmer,” The keys dangling from his index finger jingle as he gives you a close-lipped smile. “Wanna go for a ride?”

—

The place Sebastian stops at is quiet.

But not in the way most people think—the valley is never quiet, birds chirping, the breeze singing through tall grass and the rustle of branches swaying slowly. You’re aware of the sounds in the recesses of your mind. 

The view is breath-taking.

The sun set long before you arrived on Sebastian’s cliff side spot. It’s cool and grassy, ticking your ankles as you walk through the field. The air, no longer warm but a cool breeze that you greedily inhale.

You stop right before the edge, there’s a big drop that you'd rather not slip and fall into. Zuzu city lay just under the horizon, a smatter of light in the otherwise now-dark forest. A cluster of flashing lights that remind you of stars—that have fallen and gathered from the night sky.

“Amazing, I know.” Sebastian says, a few steps behind you. He’s leaning against his bike, staring at the same view as you. “Zuzu city is miles from here, but there’s so much light—you can see it even from high up.”

You fold your arms, turning your back at the view—facing him. “Well, it is nicer from afar.”

Sebastian gives you a look, then nods his head to the grassy patch behind him. “Mhm. Let’s sit?”

You settle down together, side by side. You, him, and his motorbike beside him—there’s barely any space between your legs. You feel the warmth of proximity—so close. What you’d give to bridge that gap once and for all.

“Want a drink?” he asks, pulling out a beer bottle from his hoodie pocket—your brow raises, a miracle it didn’t break on the way. “Only got one though.”

You shrug, taking the bottle. It’s warm—warmed by his body heat. “S’okay with me. We’ll just have’ta share.”

He looks at you, eyes momentarily flickering to your lips as you use your teeth to pop the bottle cap off. “I guess we do.”

—

The beer is settling warmly low in your stomach, loosening every tightly wound muscle in your body. You feel weightless, the edges of your mind made fuzzy. 

“I’ve been savin’ up a lot,” he suddenly says, picking absentmindedly at the blades of grass underneath him. “Almost have enough too. Once I do, I’m skipping outta this town on my bike.”

You nod your head. “It is a pretty cool bike.”

“Mhm,” he drawls, patting the side of his motorcycle—almost lovingly. “It’s gonna take me all the way to Zuzu city.”

“Zuzu city,” you repeat slowly, feeling the sound of the words in your mouth. It’s unpleasant, Zuzu city is a place you’d rather leave behind. You look down at the view of it, squinting. “Why go there?”

He pauses, inhaling the cool night air deeply. His fingers itch—like they’re searching for the comforting hold of cigarettes he so enjoys. 

A part of you wishes you didn’t ask. Difficult conversations and cliff sides don’t mesh well together, you think. You don’t dare move a muscle as you wait for him, your eyes drifting back to the glittering light-filled view of Zuzu city.

“It’s suffocating here—everything about the valley,” he replies mirthlessly. “I live in the basement of my mom’s house for fuck’s sake. I know how she looks at me, like she could’ve done so much more to make me less of a shitbag. Maybe she could’ve, I don’t care. It’s way too late now.”

A low whistle escapes past your lips. You swirl the beer bottle loosely in your grip. “I see…”

Sebastian narrows his eyes at you, scoffing. “You’re pretty shit at comforting words, y’know that?”

“Harsh,” you look at him quizzically, shoving the beer bottle into his hands. He accepts it immediately. “What do you want me to say, Seb?” 

“Nothing,” he smirks, downing a generous gulp of beer, the bottle is a little less than half full now. “‘m just teasing. Don’t gimme that look. I didn’t want comfort anyway, I’ve had enough of that. I want you to tell me the stone cold truth.”

“Promise not to get pissed off?”

Sebastian clicks his tongue against his teeth, then smiles. “Depends on what you say.”

“Wow, guess I’ll have to lie.” you joke.

“Hey—”

“Kidding.” You laugh softly at his pinched expression. His eyes narrowed—lacking any real aggression—at you as you poke harmless fun. 

You grin, slowly turning back to the view. “You won’t find yourself there,” you say simply, taking a slow sip of beer, the smoothness of it running smoothly down your throat. “Believe me, I’d know.”

Sebastian turns to face you, irritation spelled out in every feature of his face. 

“Smartass…”

“Hey, you asked for the stone cold truth,” you lift your fingers into air quotations to emphasize your point.

“Tch. Tell me this then. If I can’t find myself there, or here in the valley. Where the hell do I go?” 

You pause, clicking the bottle with your nails idly. He’s irritated obviously. But you think more frustrated and confused than anything.

You sigh, then smile. The valley hasn’t been the kindest to its resident shut-in.

“Mid-life crisis at 24,” you tease gently, poking at his side. Sebastian shoots you a heatless glare. “Don’t worry too much Seb, your hair is gonna turn gray.”

“Ha-ha,” he replies sourly. “You talk as if that isn’t the same reason you moved to the valley.”

“Hey, I gave a generous amount of my life to Joja,” you snort, shifting your feet into a better resting position. “I paid my dues over there before I found some semblance of peace here.”

“I can’t just sit around and wait my whole life.”

“Then don’t,” you reply simply. “God knows I wish I followed my dear old gramps’ footsteps sooner.”

“It isn’t that simple.”

“Yep. It isn’t. It does get easier though.”

“You say it so easily.”

“Sometimes, it just is.” you reply. “Only sometimes, though.”

For all you remember, your grandfather absolutely adored the valley, though he couldn’t convince you in the height of your angsty teenage phase to do the same. You’re long past that now, life didn’t go as planned and you ended up right where your grandfather said you would be.

Funny, how fate works so mysteriously, so weirdly.

You shake that thought away, turning to Sebastian—who has the same contemplative expression as you.

He’s silent, thinking. His fingers grasping and twirling the drawstrings of his hoodie. “You never told me the story.”

“Well,” you purse your lips, handing him the bottle. He drops the drawstrings to grab it.  A wordless agreement between the two of you to share what remains of the liquid. “You n’ver asked.”

“I wanna hear it,” he says, looking at you at the corner of his glittering obsidian eyes. “please?”

“How polite,” you laugh, he lightly hits you on the back of your head with his palm. “Ouch. No need to be rough w’me, I’ll tell you.”

You clear your throat with an obnoxious ahem. “Once upon a time…”

“—C’mon farmer, stop messing around. I wanna know your story,” he interjects, and it almost sounds like a plea. “No theatrics.”

Your lips flatten into a grim line. He’s being unusually insistent on the topic. But now that you think about it, you haven’t told anyone why you moved into the farm. Not your mother, not your father, and definitely not anyone else in Pelican Town.

Sebastian may be your first, you think to yourself—innuendo unintended.

You hug your arms closer to your chest, the cool draft sliding over your skin—making you shiver. No better way to battle the uncomfortable situation with an even more uncomfortable conversation. You take a deep breath.

“I was a fresh graduate when I started working at Joja—worked my way up from customer service to marketing. Crazy, right?” you chuckle, though it sounds hollow even to you. “All the pretentious proposals I would write and those useless meetings that’d take forever. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t hate my 20 year old self for starting at Joja. 5 years down the fucking drain when I quit. Let me tell you, it’s the best decision I made in my stupid corporate slave life.”

Sebastian says nothing, he hands the bottle back to you, which you take a generous swig of. You grip the bottle tightly around its neck, the warm feeling of alcohol loosening your tongue. 

You exhale deeply through your nose. “I was in my cubicle when I just ‘bout had enough—by the way, I hate that they’re called cubicles, I felt like a number in some executive’s spreadsheets instead of a living breathing person.” all that talking and your throat itches for more of the sweet burn of alcohol—you oblige it with another weighty gulp. “Grandpa left me this letter, told lil’ old me not to open it until I really, really needed to. Now that I think of it, he knew.”

Your voice cracks by the end of it. Your tongue feels way too thick for your mouth. And your eyes blur—there seems to be twice as many stars as usual.

Sebastian stays quiet, reflective even. Though his hands have stilled, and he feels closer than he was earlier. It’s warmer, you think.

If he asks, you’ve decided you’ll blame it on the alcohol.

—

You and Sebastian talk for hours after, the bottle of beer being passed between the both of you too often. You feel a tad tipsy—having drank the lion’s share of beer. Your head lolls onto your arms as you talk about everything then nothing. 

There’s a fair moment of silence that blankets the two of you after—certainly not uncomfortable. You feel Sebastain knows the fact more than anyone. He seems to thrive in the quiet moments.

“I don’t think I’m leaving the valley any time soon, though,” he says softly, breaking the tranquil silence. 

So he’s been thinking. “Why so?”

He shrugs his shoulders, taking the final sip of beer that finishes the bottle. “Something’s makin’ it worth staying a little longer.” His eyes meet yours, albeit for a second—before he refocuses on the cliff side view. 

Ah, you understand.

Suddenly, alcohol isn’t the only thing making you feel so warm. You thank the stars for the dark, for hiding any warm pinkness in your expression. You smile, more to yourself than anything. Taking the bottle from him, brushing your fingers over his perpetually cold ones.

The bottle is lighter than it was at the beginning of the night—your shoulders too, less achy, less stiff. With all that weight off of them, you can afford to be less wound up. 

You tip the bottle over the grass, nothing but a single drop comes out. You watch it fall and drop into the grass. “Good. This something thinks you’ll come to like it even.”

Sebastian tilts his head, a tentative smile playing on his lips. “That’s presumptive.”

You shrug, smirking. “I have a sense for this type of stuff.”

“Really now?”

“Mhm. I don’t just lie for no reason. And my senses are telling me you’ll be alright.”

You hear the silent hitch of his breath, the momental widening of his eyes and the tremble in his jaw. It saddens you slightly, no one has probably reassured him of it before.

God knows you needed some while working at Joja, you’re just returning your dues to the universe—and to him.

He laughs softly, and bitterly. His fingers twitch again—for that darn cigarette. “God, I sure hope so.”

Sebastian will be just fine, you know that. And it’s about time he knew it too.

I'm debating If I should write something from Stardew Valley or would that be weird to see... Idk guys let me know🤔

boo 👻 pretty nsfw ask here, what expressions do you think the bachelors and/or bachelorettes make when they cum?

Hehehe I love asks like these, this is fun. I wish I could draw little doodles to get my point across but I will have to stick to words. I just wrote about the bachelors and I hope that's okay 👉🏻👈🏻

Alex: He's not one to make a lot of noise during sex, because he's gotten accustomed to masturbating very quietly with his grandparents in the next room. So instead of being loud, Alex makes a lot of faces while he's having sex. He bites his lip, and he strains, and he squeezes his eyes shut. When his climax finally arrives, though, Alex's eyes get really wide. His normally cocky expression has faded, and Alex looks very vulnerable when he comes. He laughs a little as he shudders—his eyes glazing over before he slumps forward on his partner's chest. Alex will spoon you then, cradling you like the most precious thing he's ever held.

Elliott: Unlike Alex, Elliott is used to having his place to himself. So he's fairly loud in bed. He's generous with his praise, and practically spouts verse when he's having sex. Because of his red hair, Elliott's blushes are more noticeable. At the height of pleasure, Elliott whimpers and whines quite a bit, and his mouth tends to drop open. When he reaches orgasm he first tosses his head back, then puts one of his hands behind his partner's head so they maintain eye contact. He gets emotional during climax and oftentimes says he loves you. If you respond in turn, Elliott may even tear up. As his orgasm ebbs into soft bliss, Elliott kisses his partner all over their face.

Harvey: Not as quiet as Alex, but not as loud as Elliott. Harvey makes a lot of low, rumbling noises when he's having sex. They come from deep in his chest. Like Elliott, Harvey is generous with his praise, but he whispers it in a rush of erotic murmurs that you can't fully discern. He rolls his eyes back, he huffs and groans. If he keeps his glasses on, they begin to steam up, and he laughs a little as his partner removes them. When his orgasm is imminent, Harvey's face contorts. A partner who doesn't know better might mistake it for pain. But based on the noises Harvey is making it becomes clear that it's the opposite of pain. A look of adoration then sweeps Harvey's face as he rides out his climax and winds his hands into his partner's hair. A soft smile passes his lips. He's so happy to be in your arms.

Sam: Like Alex, Sam is used to having to keep his voice down in his mother's house. But it takes less prodding for him to be loud once he can let loose. Aside from Elliott, Sam is the loudest bachelor during sex. He whines, and he pleads, and he stutters out curse words, his hips bucking with every thrust. Sam is a very needy man, and it shows all over his face. His face takes on an earnest expression, like he's begging his partner to tell him he's doing a good job. When they tell him, Sam's joyful energy radiates, and he lights up like a candle. Upon climax, Sam hollers a bit, and his tongue tends to loll out of his mouth. It's adorable.

Sebastian: Sebastian has a hard time being vulnerable, and even when masturbating often closes his eyes during climax. He tends to sling his arm across his face, gritting his teeth as he arches his back. During sex with someone he's grown to trust, however, Sebastian finally lets his guard down. He looks into their eyes, and sees that he doesn't have to be afraid. Sebastian is very pale of course, so the most flushed you'll ever see him is during sex. He's a groaner, and a panter. His thrusts tend to be punctuated with swears, and his praise is choked out in throaty bursts. When he comes, Sebastian still closes his eyes, but he doesn't squeeze them shut like he does when masturbating. His face takes on a meditative calm. Sebastian feels safe in your arms.

Shane: Oh, Shane. What can the writer say about Shane's orgasm that she hasn't already described dozens of times before? Well, for starters we know that Shane arrives in Pelican Town a broken man. He's deeply unhappy, and it shows. When he masturbates Shane usually does it in the shower. While it does give him momentary relief, it isn't quite enough to dull the ache that lives in his heart. After trust has been built and Shane has sex with a partner he cares about, he's enthralled that someone wants to touch him. He struggles with eye contact initially though, because he's afraid that the entire thing is a dream. His partner will have to gently coax him, urging him to look into their eyes. Shane does, and a flushed, enamoured, almost dopey expression creeps onto his face. When a higher level of comfort is reached, Shane becomes an animal in bed. He growls, and he swears, and he utters filthy words of praise. Shane grits his teeth a lot, and if his partner makes certain noises he smirks at them. He loves being the reason someone is falling apart from pleasure. When he approaches climax, Shane will likely also tell you he loves you, but not in the tender way Elliott does. Shane tells you he loves you in a desperate, frenetic way—like his lips have finally found prayer but not the grace to express it. He's pink with exertion and glee, and makes harsh sounds when he finishes. Then, like Alex, Shane wraps his partner in his arms—deep waves of calming bliss taking hold after years of disquiet.