michaelcerasbestfriend

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i keep forgetting that this is my tumblr girl summer… ANTWAYSSSS should i write something else… i don’t know what the people NEED

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i don’t think you understand. i canNOT be horny on main. the parasites in me? on a leash. and NO!!! THEY DO NOT BARK!!!!

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me when my sister convinced me to start playing

Stardew Valley is so peaceful. How do I kiss Sebastian.

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might write a cute lil harvey one soon? i don’t know if there’s a whole lot of harvey fans on tumblr… but luckily i am self indulgent!

ehhhh gonna play stardew valley for a bit longer… maybe will write some stuff about those characters? any takers???

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have a long long trip tomorrow but all i can think of is my stardew valley checklist in my notes app.

cursed mental illness.

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of course he's read the secret history!!

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sing me a song, piano man

thank you to @illusionsignmisdirection! this is my first fanfic, and i don't know a whole lot about elliott... but i did my best! hope you enjoy!

elliott from stardew valley x gn! reader, piano style fluff ;)

word count: 1.1k

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thursday afternoon... the day caroline forcefully instated to be your rest day, but she did not know how hard that would be. there is always so much to do on that farm, and it was irritating that no one really understood that. the days were you forget to give your cat water lead into nights were you are consumed with guilt, and by no means is it an easy job. that makes days off harder, because, really, what on earth were you supposed to do? so, when your friends leah and elliott invite you to read with them on thursdays, to give all three of you a break, and you happily agree... that is until you discover how hard that is, too.

of course, it is! it is such a normal thursday afternoon, and your legs lay across elliott's who is on the other side of the table. you always thought elliott's cabin was pleasant and warm, just like him, making it easy to be comfortable and study, the steady sounds of waves in the back making it the perfect place to be. but not today. not after these last few weeks, whereas you have had some extra thursdays to think. with those thoughts came the flavor of eve's apple, that is, sweet but forbidden. elliott has always been so kind to you, even from the start, and his greeting warmed your heart every time. you couldn't help but admire his lustrous, shiny hair and his confident gaze. of course you couldn't. and that is why this particular thursday is hard, because leah was "too inspired" to come. so here you are... in elliott's cabin, alone, on a thursday, with a book in front of you that you can barely focus on.

the book, of course, was a romance novel that elliott recommended you, which is probably the stem of this whole problem. elliott, who thought of this romance novel and thought that you should read it after, meaning that he was thinking of you while reading it. elliott, who probably thought of you in some of the scenes, just like you do, him, you reason. but there is not much reasoning when elliott's legs hold the weight of yours... there is not much reasoning when elliott hums lowly at something he reads in his book... there is no reasoning when elliott has his hair pulled up in a bun out of his face so he can read without his hair being in the way.

the more and more your brain spirals, the more your try to cover your face with your book. the heat starts to rise within you, sneaking up to cross over your face, making it a pretty tulip pink. its elliott's natural warmth and the heat outside that's making you this way. uh huh, but still. there is no way elliott is not able to pick up on your discomfort... he is an author after all. so, your eyes avert to his pretty red piano. the old thing takes up a majority of his cabin, and come to think of it, you rarely ever see elliott play, though it is immaculately clean, not a sliver of dust in sight. his hands probably look so pretty gliding against the keys... delicate and smooth....

"hello? farmer, darling? are you alright?"

elliott's words barely make it through the dome of your skull and into you brain to process, but when they finally do, your face turns bright. everything he does now is distracting, so much for a relaxing thursday afternoon... you reply a bit too frantically, so much for keeping any sort of composure, "yes! uhm- sorry, just feeling a bit of distracted today, heh."

though, elliott is able to trace your gaze back to his piano, wondering why on earth you would be so flustered, that is... unless you want to play and are too embarrassed to ask. why of course! definitely not because his hair is framing his face perfectly, and his eyes are emanating concern for you. you burn from embarrassment, of course. so, elliott does the gentlemanly thing, being the way that he is, and offers to let you play.

the poor man is just so oblivious even though romance is quite literally his job, but your pounding head is able to make itself useful and track elliott's mindset. you realize, oh now you have to play piano to not make yourself look like a fool in front of him. so you gently place your book down on the table, pretending that you care about it in the slightest, before walking over to the piano and sitting on the bench, with a master's grace... you hope.

you sit on the bench and crack your knuckles dramatically, trying to prolong this process as much as possible. the only song you know how to play is twinkle twinkle little star, something that your grandpa had taught you years ago, and though the memory would normally warm your heart, the heat within you is rising and so is your stress. you manage to play the first few notes of twinkle twinkle before messing up. you sigh, and try again, just to hear elliott let out a little giggle and come to stand behind you. the distance feels absolutely suffocating, and it only gets worse from here.

"you don't know much... do you? well, you are quite lucky to have a piano man such as myself by your side," elliott says proudly, puffing out his chest a little bit. the unease within you remains, but the light chuckle you let out eases some of the fursteration away... that is until elliott gently places his larger hands on top of yours on the piano, and that totally lights you aflame. your hands instinctively twitch at the feeling of another's skin against yours, and you cannot help but let out a shaky breath.

"oh, dove, please relax. i have got you," elliott mutters while kindly guidning your hands above the keys of his old piano, instructing you on what finger to press down on what key. your flusteredness slowly fades as elliott gently maneuvers your smaller hands against the piano, and at last, you have learned the song once again, with the help of elliott's gentle hands :)

bonus: once you have practiced a few times, elliott sits next to you in the bench, taking away some air of yours as you try not to look at him, his hips pressed against yours. you both barely fit on the bench, made for just elliott. he requests you to play one more time, but as you start his hands reach up to the keys, as well, and he plays along with you, a soft, practiced melody floods elliott's little beach shack. the both of you sound perfect together.

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when noah kahan said "i hope this pain's just passing through" and "someday i'm gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them" and "i'm in the business of losing your interest and i turn a profit each time that we speak" and "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and "i saw the end it looked just like the middle" and when he said "now the pain's different it still exists it just escapes different"

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thinkin' bout laundry

today is a tuesday laundry today... wanted to share my feelin's...

one day i'll have the privilege to do our laundry. not just mine, but someone else's. as our clothes sit and tangle up in the washer, i can sit and fold our dried clothes... and they'll be next to me. the smell of fresh laundry surrounding us.

they'll be next to me- talking about whatever they want to talk about. their day, their book, their favorite moment from a new episode of a show they watched... and i'll smile and laugh. not because the story is funny, but because i love listening to them talk. and when they ask about me, i'll shake my head because i want to hear more about them. and when there's lose strings from a shirt suffocating a sock, they'll offer to take it out of my hands and cut the string off so that i can keep diligently folding our clothes on top of eachother, not sure if the warmth is coming off of the clothes or myself. of course i am smiling like a fool, how could i not be with someone beside me? someone who cares enough to sit with me, even if i'm doing something boring and measly.

and one day, if i ever have a daughter, i hope she'll be as careful as i. knowing how lonely laundry day can be, so she helps me just like i help my mom. she'll sit and talk to me like i talk to my mom, telling me about a game she likes that i've never heard of or about the drama in her friend group.

i hope someone will one day protect me from the loneliness of laundry day- just because they want to.

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ehhhh gonna play stardew valley for a bit longer… maybe will write some stuff about those characters? any takers???

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i need chapell roan's songs in my veins. IMMEDIATELY

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me: I have GOT to get weirder!

also me when I do get weirder: *visibly shaking* I'm going to be killed with hammers by everyone for being a freak.

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I wonder if my soul is heavier than others

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converting nontumblr users to tumblr because of monster fucking #winning

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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

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thank you to walt peregoy for making scooby doo where are you! even more memorable as a child

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the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this