Some angsty “because I love you” troupe type shit with Sebastian?
Sebastian had grown accustomed to the dark of his room. The loneliness, the dark, the consistent clicking of his keyboard being the only sound he would hear on some days. It wasn’t that he minded, though. That was how he liked to keep himself- secluded and away from the others in town. On some days, even Sam had difficulty convincing him to get outside and “catch some rays” as he would say, claiming that Sebastian looked like death and he needed to go out more. He knew this wasn’t exactly a healthy lifestyle for him to maintain, but that was how he liked it. That is, until a farmer moved into that old, broken down farmhouse.
Ever since you had come to Pelican town, you made an effort to see him. Him specifically. Out of all people, you made the initiative to visit with him every day, bring him his favorite foods, or trinkets you found in the local mine, just things you picked up that he would enjoy. Given the relationship he had with his family, he was never used to being so attended to. It was awkward for him at first, to receive such things, but definitely not unwanted.
On the occasion, he even found himself… waiting for you to come through his bedroom door. With that big smile on your face, dirt on the knees of your worn out overalls, holding a wrapped plate of sashimi he knows you caught and prepared just for him. He began to thoroughly enjoy when you would ask about his interests and life goals. It was such a refreshing encounter, much different from his family who all urged him to find another job. At the end of the day, though, he just assumed you were being nice. The nice farmer, the one that brings gifts to everyone, even Shane who had been nothing but rude to you since the moment you met. The farmer who provided anyone with anything they could ask for, even if it meant risking being injured in the mine. The farmer who gives everyone that big, bright smile. You were just being kind, and with that, he stopped putting any thought into it, and season after season passed of the same routine.
You never stopped bringing him those shiny things from the mine, or making him sashimi, or pumpkin soup in the fall, or talking to him about his day and the things he wanted to accomplish. You were probably the one person that he would listen to without fail when you asked him to make sure he went outside at least once a day. He trusted you, fully, and would never want to disappoint you by not listening when all you’re doing is looking out for him. He especially didn’t mind when you would join him on those outings, which was often. You would sit with him by the water, taking off your shoes and dipping your feet into the cool, still waters.
You loved those days more than anything. You knew it was doing him good when he would roll up his sleeves after you both had sad down and gotten comfortable, and he would pop his neck and back, and lean back on his hands in the grass. He would just sit there, eyes closed, letting the sun warm up his pale face. Your heart would race in those moments. You would try your best to commit everything about him to memory in those moments. The way his Adam’s Apple prominently bobbed when he would swallow, or how his hair looked in the direct sunlight.
You were happy just to be there with him, loving him in silence, no matter how much that pained you. That, however, was nothing compared to the moment you saw him with Abigail.
Carrying his favorite foods with you, you made your way to his home, excited to play some weird game with him and Sam later, when you saw them. Leaning against his motorcycle, his hands on her waist, their foreheads pressed together, laughter present on their lips. You could almost hear your own breath stop and your heart shatter like a crystal in the mines. You froze for just a moment, hoping your eyes were deceiving you, but as they leaned in to kiss one another, you found the courage to turn on your heel and walk home.
After a few hours, your phone began to blow up with messages, from both Sam and Sebastion. You gave Sam the courtesy of a “not feeling good, have fun tho”, while leaving all of Sebastian’s messages on read.
After that night, it was days before you saw Sebastian again. You were avoiding him like the plague all of a sudden. Did he say something to you?
He hadn’t seen you bustling around town, bringing goods and produce to the people in town, or just saying hello like you always did. It was like you had vanished off the face of the earth. After a couple weeks had passed, he decided that someone needed to come check on you. You were always making sure he didn’t shut himself in, so the least he could do is return the favor.
As he walked up to the farm, he noticed smoke coming up from the chimney- the smoke filling the crisp fall air in thick gray clouds, indicating you were in fact inside. He knocked on your front door, and waited. He heard little creaks in the old wooden floorboards as you walked up to the door. You opened the door, wearing the baggiest t-shirt you own and sweatpants (not expecting company), and he saw your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him, before returning back to normal.
“What do you want?” You spoke, shortly.
He hated to admit that even with the sour tone to your voice, he missed hearing it.
“Hey I was uhh..just checking on you? You’ve been gone for like ages now. Are you doing okay? You missed our hangout a couple weeks ago, and you never do that.”
“Wasn’t feeling up to it. And I’m not feeling up to talking right now.. so I’ll see you around..” you went to close the door, but he caught it.
“Alright something is obviously up, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”
The stern look in his eyes told you he was being serious, you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. And from the way his nose was turning red told you he was freezing outside. You wish you weren’t as kind as you were, as kind as Sebastian knew you were, and had the guts to let him stay in the cold. But you weren’t, so you stepped aside with a sigh and an annoyed gesture for him to come inside.
He stepped inside, noticing the clutter you’ve allowed to accumulate in your normally tidy home.
“So?” He said, not even moving to take a seat.
“So what“ The tone came back again, obviously annoyed by his question, trying to hold back what you’ve been dying to tell him for ages now.
He looked at you, squinting his eyes at you slightly.
“Like I said, I’m not going anywhere. So can you please just tell me what the hell your problem-“
“ You wanna know what MY problem is, Sebastian?”
He stood, waiting for you to continue.
“My “problem” just so happens to be you. I saw you, Seb…. I saw you with Abigail…” you fiddled with your fingers, but still managed to maintain eye contact with him.
He scoffed slightly, “what are you talking about?”
You hated that you were about to TALK about what you had seen, the mental image almost enough to make you sick to your stomach.
“I saw the two of you… kiss.. in front of your house… and that’s my problem.”
The look of confusion on his face was enough to make you cry.
“Why are you upset about-“
“Because I love you! I’ve loved you since…well, since forever! It’s almost pathetic how much I’ve loved you all this time, Sebastian and you’ve never noticed! I love how you love your work, and how you love frogs, and how you smell, and how you smile, and-“
He stepped towards you as you kept on rambling.
“And I love how you’re always so warm, and.. and.. what are you…”
Yoba, did he kiss you. You were seeing stars and hearing fireworks and feeling a bonfire erupt onto your cheeks. And if this were a movie, you’d have half the mind to let one of your feet pop up.
His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you into the desperate kiss, your bodies pressed together in a way you could only describe as a dream. And Yoba did it feel so right.
He pulled away, eyes boring into your own, his hands remaining on your face. You reached up and grabbed his wrist, just to feel the skin that showed from under his hoodie sleeve.
Then he started to…smile??
He was smirking at you, his eyes roaming all over your flushed face, his thumb running over your cheek and down to swipe over your bottom lip.
“If I knew you felt the same, do you really think I would ever pick Abigail?”
You were dumbfounded. Absolutely astonished in that moment.
“B-but.. you.. and-and her.. you-“
“That was before I knew you loved me back.”
He smirked again, before pulling you into him, the familiar scent that you occasionally got a whiff of finally pressed right to your face. He kept an arm around your waist, the other holding your head.
You smiled, closing your eyes to inhale that lovely smell of his, something you had been waiting ages for.
You’d both figure out what to tell Abigail later, but for now, Sebastian held you tight in his arms, and you had yourself nestled between his pale shoulder and jet black hair- right where you knew you’d always belonged.
( I’m hella tired but wanted to hurry and finish this up so there wasn’t a long ass wait🤧 I’m too used to writing smut that writing PLOT is scawwy to me)
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