#Elliott's Pond

[marril96]

Criminal Minds 12.06 | Elliott's Pond

[cull3nblaze]

Reid & Alvez - Criminal Minds Season 12 - Elliott's Pond

[okimargarvez]

Inside the (crazy) mind of a garvez shipper (25)

What a normal people thinks watching this scene: they are talking with Garcia about the case.

What a (hopeless crazy) garvez shipper thinks watching this scene: they are talking with Garcia about the case, but Luke is taking the phone so close to him, the phone through which Garcia's voice passes. Like the object is a physical extension of her.

Remember: a garvez shipper finds garvez even (or especially) where seems to not be and also when there isn't. 😂

Inside the crazy mind of a garvez shipper - masterlist

[fancyhandsbakery]

Joey, what are you doing in Criminal Minds.

[ladder-ghost]

Furries ur Elliott

[brainworm-blitz]

Year 1 Flower Dance is just there to put you in your place huh

[gaelic-symphony]

temily episode of all time?

Gonna have to go with season 15's "Saturday" because there is no heterosexual explanation for the Temily scenes in that episode!

Here's a lovely gifset for proof:

[justyncase]

UNIT CHIEF EMILY UNIT CHIEF EMILY

[kentted]

Back in November

[aliveandfullofjoy]

ooh man i just love george saunders

[stardew-shitposterino]

Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they deal with their secret crush on the farmer

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BEHOOOOLD! I’m kind of back but I’m not because I have a job and feel tired most of the time. I still need to get used to adult life. Anyway, here are the bachelors and how they deal with having a fat crush on you, you cutesy farmer person covered in filth!

Contents might be a bit NSFW so MINORS…you know what not to do *fights them off with a stick*

Enjoy my brainrot 🍓🥰

Sam:

-Sammy is a cute little guy, almost like a dog wagging it’s tail when they see their owner.

-he is SO BAD at hiding it

-he will dream about you two jamming on a big stage together. In his ideal world, you two are a successful duo who make noise rock (kind of like the white stripes minus the weird siblings or married controversy)

-Sam will write songs about you. It’s not intentional per say, and he thinks he really sucks at writing love songs, but it just happens whenever he has to think about you. The words just start flowing.

-he might or might not have had some steamy shower fantasies about you…while in the shower. Jodie keeps complaining about the water bill being unusually high 👀

-yet, Sam is usually not too horny when he is in love with you. He is more gushy and daydreamy than anything

Sebastian:

-homeboy works with nightcore versions of love songs to cope with his longing

-he isn’t the type to show his feelings so openly, so no one really notices his crush on you. Maybe Sam, but well, he is Seb’s best bud. Of course he can tell

-He notices how his sleep has improved since having a crush on you. He willingly goes to bed earlier to have some time to imagine scenarios of you two

-just you and him together on his cool ass motorcycle, driving into the night and ending it with a passionate kiss (sounds familiar?)

-well,,, let’s just say Seb is increasingly horny since having a crush on you. Before, he was almost certain he is some sort of asexual, but nope 😃 he’s healthy and extremely down bad for the filthy farmer who eats raw fish out of the pond 🥰

-what I mean by horny? Uhhh… he didn’t really need to rely on certain websites to satisfy his needs, that’s for sure 👀

Harvey:

-Harvey is a good man. A very good man

-god bless his soul 😫

-Harv isn’t the type to have crushes easily…I can’t believe it either, considering his crush on Maru who is way younger than him 💀

-but in my head, he isn’t the type to be all lovey dovey over someone. That’s why he’s so bad at hiding it. But you don’t really notice. You just suspect it but it could also be his usual anxiety lol

-it happened anyway😎 and he doesn’t know how to cope. At all.

-he has to think about you at all times, especially when he looks at the empty jars of delicious pickles you’ve made him

-This man is usually collected, but now?! He forgets everything, can’t even form a comprehensible sentence at times when his mind is busy thinking about a romantic picknick date with a lovely farmer

-Harvey’s libido is pretty much a dead beat horse 💀 but now he even feels the desire to do some nasty nasty at times. It’s still pretty tame, he’s a gentleman through and through, but wild for him to have those feelings and longings after what feels like decades. He’s not mad at it. He has felt low-key dead inside for so long so this is very exciting and he’s eager to explore this side of him…despite being anxious 😭

Elliott:

-bet your ass he’s the prince of crushes

-he is very dedicated and welcomes those refreshing feelings with a kiss

-feeling better than usual AND having inspiration to write ?! SIGN HIM UP

-he will use every chance he can get to talk to you, maybe even get you drunk (in a non creepy way) because he likes when you’re unapologetically authentic and let loose. It makes him feel more in touch with your soul (or some shit idk I’m not a poet)

-Elliott is NOT SUBTLE

-you practically know from the start that he has the hots for you, but it’s kinda funny seeing him try to pretend it’s not that way…if you can even call that pretending not to be 😭

- his passion doesn’t end at his artistry. This guy will spend a lot of time in his shower thinking about what could be, or sitting at the docks at night just staring at the sea (he’s NOT doing anything nasty in public, peeps. Don’t get it twisted)

-I can also see him recreate a romantic bedroom date he’d love to have with you…but it’s just him 🤷🏼‍♀️ self care king 👑

Shane:

-like Harvey: HE CANNOT COPE!

-he hasn’t felt like this since high school. Every other encounter with potential partners was surface level and only based on sexual satisfaction

-so caring about you, thinking about what makes you happy and how he could be the reason you smile every day, that’s a lot for him

-as stupid as it sounds, he spirals and becomes low-key miserable over it. Give this man a 101 lesson on how to process emotions 😭

-despite the constant anxiety he feels, he low-key enjoys it. It’s kind of hopeless as well as pointless in his honest opinion, but there is this believe, that 0.00001% chance (in his mind) that he could turn his life around and be happy with you, married and maybe have a child of his own one day

-but that’s wishful thinking, riiiiiiight? So what does a self loathing piece of alcoholic man do instead of making a move? Yeah, self pleasure even more than usual, to get at least a bit of serotonin and the willpower to get his shit together, at least for you if it isn’t for him. He’s pretty rough with it too (ouch, unless you’re into that)

-sorry bros but him having a crush is not really all that cute. He’s my cutie pie, but let’s be real: him dealing with those feelings he tried to shut off for so long will be tragic in a way. He’s battling his inner demons here. So yeah… :(

Alex:

-my man, my maaaaan 🥰

-he has earned a soft spot in my heart, bless his soul

-so Alex has a crush on you from the start, it’s basically canon

-can he show his feelings? Yes! Can he do that in a way that can be read as the feelings he tries to get across to you? NO!

-low-key bullying is his love language 🥰

-at least in the beginning. He’s a bit anxious and fears he isn’t good enough for you, so he doesn’t try to be authentic. Being the jock jerk everyone expects him to be gets a reaction out of you and that’s better than nothing, right?

-he’s neither the poetic nor the intellectual type, so he doesn’t process his emotions by writing them down or putting them into words. Just imagine him going about his work-out routine, just thinking about your beautiful smile and rocking bod while sweating like a hog

-Alex and quiet ? Yes that’s possible. I imagine him to go quieter than usual since having a crush on you. He processes everything internally and that takes a lot of time for him as he usually just shrugs off his emotions and doesn’t try to brood too much on them. But now?! He can’t but blush in silence as he just imagines how soft and small your hands must be next to his (yours are way more impressive than his and calloused to the gods, but let him have this moment)

-when it comes to being nasty…Alex is a serial romantic. We know that he probably was the lady’s man back in school so he probably got some action one way or another. In other words, man has the libido of a teen that just hit puberty 💀

-despite being quite horny, he was able to manage to just do it every other day. Now, he cannot even get out of bed in the morning before doing it as you pester his dreams and make his hormones go crazy first thing in the morning…so many nice boxer shorts were lost along the way 🫡

-he also did his own laundry for the first time during that period lmfao

[sdv-roseglass-farm]

NSFW - First time with Elliott

Elliott x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, fluff, unprotected sex, aftercare

Not proofread, so if there are any mistakes let me know!

Requested by @birdgirl98

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it :) It went on for a bit longer than I anticipated, but I hope it makes up for how long it took to write it, haha xx

Word count: 3,478

I rest my head on the wall of my home behind me, watching idly over my ducks swimming around in the pond. Checking my watch for the time for what feels to be the 50th time within the past few minutes. My eyes dart towards between the three paths leading up to my farm, my leg bouncing due to my nervousness, waiting for Elliott to come over.

After waiting a few more minutes, I finally see him walking up the farm from Cindersap Forest, with his ginger hair glowing in the late afternoon sun. I watch, a smile slowly forming on my face as I admire him gracefully walking towards me. He admires the summer spangles and sunflowers as he goes past, before looking up and noticing me.

"Hello, my dear! Apologies for being late, I got caught up in my reading. The farm looks glorious, which is not a surprise with how much hard work you put into it. " He greets, climbing the stairs onto the front porch and stands in front of me, before leaning down and softly kissing me.

When we pull apart, I blush before patting the seat beside me. "It is alright, I was wondering if we could talk about something." I look back towards the ducks, while interlocking our hands.

"Of course we can mon amour. Is everything alright? You have seemed to be in deep thought these past few weeks. Whatever it is, if there is anything I can do to help hun, all you have to do is ask." Elliot says, sitting down and kissing the back of my hand, gently rubbing his thumb along my wrist.

"I know - and it is nothing bad, I promise. I just..." I trail off slightly, feeling the heat rise on my cheeks, "I have been thinking about us being more physically intimate."

I feel Elliott freeze for a second, before continuing to rub his thumb over my wrist. I turn to face him, noticing his face has reddened and he is staring at me in surprise.

"We don't have to rush into anything, I want us both to be comfortable if we ever come to that point in our relationship, but I do believe that I am ready," I state, squeezing his hand and smiling softly, feeling reassured by his own reaction.

He smiles back, before gently putting his hand on my cheek and leaning closer. "While I have not been with someone intimately before, I can safely assure you my dear that I would like nothing more than to share my first time with you. How far is it you would like to go?"

I lean into his hand, grateful Elliott is so good at communication. "I would like to see how we go mostly, but I think I am ready to have sex."

Elliott nods attentively, before standing up and lightly tugging on our joined hands. "Why don't we take this inside, my angel. While we do not have to do anything today, I would rather not have anyone come over for something and interrupt our conversation."

I nod in understanding, knowing that Jas, Vincent and Leo in particular like to visit frequently to see the animals. We walk into my home, pausing to take off our shoes, before Elliot leads the way to the sofa and guiding me into his lap. The cool summer breeze from the window contrasting the heat I felt from his lap. He wraps one of his arms around my waist, and places his other hand back onto my cheek.

"How do you want to go about this my dear? I do not want to make you uncomfortable at any point, or as though you must carry on for my sake," Elliott asks staring at me intently.

I smile at him, grateful for his concern. "I know, love. I promise you, if I am uncomfortable even just by our position I will tell you. I know I am not as good with words as you, but I do believe I have gotten good at communicating," I tease.

Elliott chuckles softly, "Indeed you have, mon amour. I just do not want you to feel pressured in any way."

I kiss him softly on his lips, the overwhelming love I feel for him causing me to feel as though my heart will burst out of my chest. "What about you? Are you okay with having sex? I don't want you to feel pressured either, especially not just because I am ready for this step in our relationship."

Elliott smiles back at me, squeezing my waist fondly, "I can assure you my dear, I will tell you if I become uncomfortable or wish to stop."

I grin, before leaning back in and kissing him. Our mouths move together, as he tightens his grip on my waist. I wrap one of my arms around his shoulders, using my other hand to brush through his hair.

I feel his warmth breath against my skin as we pull apart, before going back towards my mouth as though we were two magnets. I tug on the collar of his jacket, pulling it down his shoulders, with him helping to remove it while keeping me close. Once the jacket is removes, I fling it over the back of the sofa, uncaring about if it ends up on the floor.

I feel Elliott's hands untuck my shirt and begin to brush against my bare waist, "Is it this okay, hun?" He asks, pulling away slightly. I admire the redness of his cheeks and at how swollen his lips had become.

"Yeah, it is alright," I respond, smiling and quickly pulling him back into our kiss. I feel his soft hands press against my skin, causing me to shiver. I drag my hands down Elliott's back, feeling the thin cotton of his shirt, glad that the warm weather caused him to skip is usual necktie and waistcoat.

He moves his hands to the bottom of my shirt, now fully untucked from my trousers, and lifts it off me. I blush, feeling his eyes soak in the sight, before I focus on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Once done, he quickly helps me remove it and pulls me back in.

"Wait," I say pulling away, causing him to immediately look at me in concern, "let's move this to my bedroom. The sofa is new, and sheets are much easier to clean," I joke with a slight chuckle. Elliott laughs lightly in response as we both quickly head to my bed.

When we get in the bedroom, I immediately sit on the bed and pull off my socks, and then move further up the bed. Elliott follows me, climbing onto my lap and pulling me back in for a kiss.

I intertwine my fingers into his hair once more, holding him close to me. I feel his hands move down from my jaw, slowly tracing along my body before coming to my bra clasp.

"Is it alright for me to remove it?" He asks, pulling away, panting. I nod, staring at his beautiful face, wondering how I got so lucky to be with someone so incredible.

I feel him remove my bra, pulling it down my arms, before chucking it on the floor. I watch as he drinks in the sight of my breasts.

"You are even more stunning than I could have ever imagined, my dear," he whispers, looking back up at me. I flush, an bashful smile immediately breaking out on my face, feeling entrapped in his unwavering gaze.

"Been imagining me undressed a lot have you?" I tease, watching as he chuckles, his smile making my heart feel as though it was going to pound out of my chest.

"More than I will ever admit," he confesses, "may I touch you?"

I nod, grabbing a hold of his left hand and bringing it to my collarbone. I watch as he goes back to paying attention to my chest, his hands slowly moving across my skin. His right hand moves up my stomach, as though he was trying to map out every part of my body in detail.

Finally reaching my chest, he lightly caresses the skin, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, watching how it tightens at his attention. He slowly puts more pressure into his grasps, beginning to knead the my breasts, causing my to feel flashes of arousal make their way down my body. I let out a light moan, my head falling back as I focus on the pleasure and how Elliott's hands feel on my body.

Looking up at my reaction, Elliott leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. I let out another moan as the increase in pleasure, and at how good the warmth and wetness of his mouth feels. I feel wetness building from my cunt, the feeling of his tongue teasingly swiping at my hardened nipple increasing my want for him. Loving how I am responding to his actions, Elliott uses his hand to play with my other breast, teasingly rubbing and lightly pinching and pulling at my nipple.

My hand tightens on his hair, the increase in pleasure causing my to slightly begin to rock my hips, feeling myself becoming more slick and desperate for him. I look down at Elliott, catching his intense stare, before he switches his position onto my other breast, and continuing to pinch and pull on the breast that was just in his mouth.

My hips continue to rock with desperation, my pussy becoming more wet, craving for more. With my own movement, I feel Elliot's cock harden and twitch on my lap, his own hips beginning to move.

Eventually, after what feels like hours of blissful pleasure and teasing, he pulls away from my breast. I watch, noticing his red, puffy lips having a thin trail of saliva attached to my nipple, which has reddened and hardened under his constant attention.

"More please," I say, pulling my hands away to undo my belt. Elliott quickly follows, helping me tug down my trousers and undoes he own belt to follow along.

I lay down, dragging him with me, trailing kisses along his neck, sucking and nipping lightly at the skin, causing him to moan. I feel his hand drift along my thigh, getting closer to my underwear.

"Is it okay for me to go further?" he asks, stopping just below the thin material, that at this point is sticking to my skin with how soaked it has become.

"Yes, please Elliot," I moan into his neck. Without anymore hesitation he rubs his fingers against my covered cunt, beginning to make himself familiar with it.

"Heavens mon amour, you are soaking wet. All this just for me?" he states, running his fingers along my slit. I feel the tip of his fingers slightly brush against my clit and moan, my hips chasing after his touch.

Seeing my desperation, Elliot pulls my underwear down, finally seeing my completely bare.

"Oh you are so stunning my dear, I cannot find the words to describe your beauty. I feel as though Yoba has blessed me for allowed me to ever see such a sight, let alone allowing me to be the one to bring you such pleasure," Elliot rambles, his eyes soaking in the sight of me splayed out below him.

I spread my legs further, his words and intense gaze only arousing me more. With my movement, he quickly snaps his attention back to my cunt. He leans down slightly to get a better look, using his fingers to pull my cunt lips apart, allowing him to see just how drenched I have become.

"This especially is a sight that can never be beaten. Your pussy is so soaking wet for me, hun," he runs his index finger along my cunt, watching as my hole twitches from his touch, noticing my moan when he brushes against my clit. He rubs his finger on my clit gently, applying a bit more pressure, gazing up at me as though I was the most beautiful thing on earth.

The pleasure erupts through my body, my nerves feeling as though they are being electrified. I moan, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as he plays with the swollen bundle of nerves.

"May I use my fingers to stretch you out my dear?" He asks in a husky voice, causing me to nod eagerly.

"Please, Elliott, it feels so good," I whimper, knowing he likes hearing how I am feeling.

As he slides one of his long fingers inside of me I inhale sharply, feeling him sliding in with ease. I hear him let out a moan, as he slowly drags his finger back out of my cunt, before pushing it back in.

"Oh fuck," he groans, unable to pay attention to anything else around him, "your so wet I just glide straight in. It is so warm, and tight, you are just pulling me in," he begins to speed up the movement of his finger, feeling along my walls and familiarising himself with the tight, wet space. After a few more times, he slides in another one of his fingers. The slight stretch adding to your pleasure, as he watches instantly at how soaked his fingers become with your slick.

I watch how entranced Elliott seems, his eyes darting between focusing on my cunt and on how my breasts rise and fall with my shaky breaths, broken up with moans. Looking further down, I notice the dark patch on his boxers where his precum has been leaking, his cock aching and twitching in anticipation, begging him for more, but being ignored by Elliott's desire to pleasure me.

I sit up slowly, bringing Elliot's attention back to me, causing him to pause his actions, "y/n? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" he asks, ready to stop within an instant.

"I am more than okay," I say, kissing him softly before pulling away again, "just needed to change my position. I was wondering as well, if I could touch you as well?"

Elliott smiles at me, "Of course my love," before slowly removing his hand and quickly removing his boxers. I stare, noticing the length of his cock, leaking precum. Moving myself closer, allowing Elliott to sit between my legs, I reach out and wrap my hands around his shaft.

He lets out a light moan, letting his head fall onto my shoulder, while I slowly drag my hand up and down, swiping at the tip of his cock, using his precum to help move my hand quicker.

"So good, you are doing so good mon amour," Elliott rambles, kissing and sucking lightly at my neck. He moves his hand back to my cunt, pressing his fingers against my entrance once more, stretching them out in a scissor motion, causing pleasure to spread throughout my body.

Once feeling as though I am no longer as tight, Elliott adds a third finger, stretching me further than before. I moaned, with the fullness causing my cunt to tighten around his fingers.

I feel Elliott breathing heavily onto my neck, sucking lightly over my pulse point, breaking away to murmur sweet things to me, his cock throbbing in my grasp, his precum smeared all over my hand. That and the feeling of his fingers dragging against my slick walls, his thumb rubbing lightly on my clit bringing me closer to cumming.

"Elliott, I am so close," I murmur, moans and gasps uncontrollably tumbling from my lips.

"Cum for me hun, cum for me," he responds, pulling way from my neck and gazing at my face. I feel the pleasure building up, before releasing. My nerves feeling as though they are on fire, my lips tingling at the intensity.

Slowly coming to a stop, Elliott removes his fingers from me, quickly grabbing my cheeks and pulling me in for a kiss.

"Yoba, you are so beautiful, I could watch you cumming for eternity, fuck it was so hot," he murmured between kisses. I giggle slightly, feeling myself flush.

After a little longer, I pull away from Elliot, "Are you willing to go further?" I ask softly.

"Are you sure? That looked like a fairly intense orgasm," he responds.

"Yeah, I want to, if you are happy to," I state smiling at him. He nods, pulling me back close to him, kissing me gently, moving me back to laying on the bed.

Leaning down above me, he guides his weeping, throbbing cock to my glistening pussy. Pushing between my folds, my cunt wraps tightly around his cock as it buries itself deep inside of me. Elliott and I both moan at the feeling, the heat and tightness causing Elliott to pause, already feeling as though he was about to cum.

"Fuck you feel so tight around my cock, shit you feel so good mon amour, fuck," Elliot rambles, "you gorgeous pussy feels so good."

I groan, digging my fingers into his shoulder blades, wrapping my legs around his waist and entwining my fingers into his hair. I feel his balls resting against my ass, his cock deep inside me, filling me completely. I suck on his neck, creating hickeys, the heat from our bodies overwhelming.

"Can I start moving?" Elliott murmurs, his eyes shut tightly.

"Please," I respond, tightening my legs around his hips, kissing his jawline.

Slowly, he begins to pull his hips back, before pushing back in. The walls of my cunt pull him in tightly, desperate for his cock, filling me completely.

"Fuck, your pussy is just swallowing me in. You are so tight," he murmurs, picking up speed. I moan uncontrollably, the pleasure increasing once more, lighting my nerves alight as he pounds into me soaking wet cunt.

Noticing how wet I am once more becoming, Elliott moves his head further down, playing with my breasts once more, pinching, pulling and sucking on my nipples.

The mixture of the attention on my breasts with his cock pounding into me causing pressure to build up once more, my second orgasm creeping closer.

"I'm so close," I moan out, "cum in me."

At that Elliott groans, nodding his head, unwilling to pull away, picking up the pace as he gets lost in the feeling of my cunt.

"Fuck, cum for me my dear, cum around my cock," Elliott murmurs, reaching down and rubbing my clit. The overwhelming pleasure washes over me as I cum, my cunt tightening around his cock, triggering his orgasm. Elliott groans at the feeling, burying himself deep inside of me, his cum filling me up.

We lay in one another's embrace, intertwined as we come down from the intense pleasure we shared.

"Are you okay? Was everything okay for you?" I ask, tilting my head slightly in his direction.

Elliott lifts his head slightly towards me, "It was incredible y/n, you were incredible. What about you, are you alright?"

I nodded, smiling gently at him, running my hand through his hair, pushing it back, "it was incredible," I reply chuckling.

Slowly, Elliott pulls out of me, causing us both to groan. "We best go and clean ourselves up, do you want me to run a bath or would you like a shower?" He asks, holding out a hand for me.

"A bath," I respond, taking his hand, "but first I need to nip to the loo. I will be right out," I state before heading to the bathroom to clean myself up and pee.

Once I finish, I turn on the bath taps before opening the bathroom door, only to find that Elliott had stripped the bed. Hearing the bathroom door open, he walks back into the bedroom and over to me, "I just put the sheets in the laundry machine. I'll put fresh ones on after our bath."

I smile warmly, feeling my as though my heart was swelling up with love for him. Once the bath was ran, we both slide in, me leaning back against his chest.

"Are you sure you are okay? I wasn't too rough on you?" Elliott asks softly, his arms wrapped around me gently.

I smile, tilting my head up at him, "I am okay. My legs are a bit sore from the position we were in, and I think I will most likely be a little sore tomorrow, but I am okay. You were perfect. What about you?"

Elliott smiles, kissing the top of my head, "I am okay. I am honoured that you trusted me enough to be able to share this amazing afternoon with you so intimately."

I blush, before raising up slightly and kissing him softly, "I love you," I state before falling back onto his chest.

"And I love you mon amour, more than I can ever put into words."

[polkadotmotmot]

Stefan Elliott - Reeds and Lilies, Little Long Pond, 2024 - Oil on board

[temmiesky]

Good afternoon! Nice to see another Elliott enthusiast! I saw you wanted to talk more about him. If you will, picture this: Elliott as a duck parent!

We've got Shane with his chickens, and Elliott does canonically love duck feathers. You can raise ducks as a farmer...see where I'm going? 😄🦆

HII!!! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! <3

Honestly, I can DEFINITELY see him being that. ESPECIALLY ducks. I can imagine him taking care of the ducks and specifically their feathers. He would always come by the coop to check if any of his ducks drop their feathers. I can see him collecting feathers for his writings awaawawwaughh farmer would be happy with it,,, i can think of the two watching their ducks swimming in their pond,,, so cute,,

Here's a small doodle I've did of him with his duck hehe i feel like drawing it :3

[ssaeri]

for your eyes only

☆ tags: elliott x gn!reader, elliott and farmer are married, he writes love poems for his spouse and is told to monetize them, oh boy is he not happy about that ☆

You pat your pig's backside encouragingly and coo as it digs its snout into the ground, unearthing yet another truffle that you add to your basket. Can't believe you were worried about this one being the runt of its litter—it's quickly proving to be one of the fastest learners, taking to truffle hunting like a duck to water. It'll do just fine with the rest of the adult pigs.

Taking care of the farm by yourself has always been a gargantuan task, but as the years go by, everything grows bigger—the coops, the barns, the ponds, the crops, the expectations—and exhaustion wears you down to the bone. You sigh and push to your feet, ready to head into the nearest coop to collect more eggs. Collect animal products, drop them into churning machines, harvest and sell. It feels like the cycle never ends. Against your neck, the small mermaid's pendant slides on its chain, another reminder of your absent husband. An extra pair of helping hands made the daily work light; you wonder if it's selfish to ask him to stay home more often.

"I know, I know," you say to your angry chickens once you open the door. You miss your husband, but these girls like to remind you that they miss him more. "He'll be home soon. Bear with me, okay?"

After giving each of them pats on the head, a motion they accept with reluctance, you dig around the hay for eggs. The large chicken and dinosaur eggs are easy to spot, but for the delicate duck eggs, you prod every corner with your fingers until you come across something warm and smooth. You push away your hens as they peck at your hands. The ducks are fine with you. The chickens, however...how in the world did Elliott win them over?

Outside, your dog barks. A single warning to the intruder before the tone shifts into excitement. Someone familiar, then. Maybe Marnie is stopping by to give you some hay like she mentioned last night. With winter approaching, any addition to your reserves is appreciated, and you're already wiping your hands on your overalls to greet her.

"Hey, Marnie! I'm just in here—"

You stop in your tracks when the visitor raises his head, though he's not exactly a visitor. Elliott smiles as you draw close, ignoring the horde of chickens now lining the fence for his attention. Their wings flap, clucking loudly as they hit each other.

"Good morning, my love," he says over the noise, as if it really is the start to a normal day. His thumb reaches out to rub at a dirt smudge on your cheek. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Just some leftovers and coffee," you reply, dazed. Your husband tends to have that effect, and after two weeks apart, you feel it more than ever. You lean into his touch, comforting against your wind-blown skin. "I thought you were coming home tomorrow?"

"I decided to come back early. The office didn't need me today, anyway."

"You should've messaged me! I would've picked you up at the train station," you say. Behind him sits his traveling suitcase, the wheels speckled with mud from being dragged through the road. He steps in front of it. "Why don't you go get unpacked? I'll be done soon."

He leans his elbows onto the fence, tilting his head until his fiery hair spills over one shoulder. "You're rather quick to dismiss my presence. If I didn't know better, I'd say that you're unhappy to see me," he says, though his words hold no accusation. It's merely a way to boost his ego when you reassure him. After all, you practically radiate by his side. "Would you like me to help?"

You glance at the dress shoes, the slacks, the spotless cardigan that he's already shrugging off to reveal a clean pressed button-down. Not exactly farm-friendly attire. "No, I'll be alright by myself."

"I could go change really quickly," he offers in a suspicious rush.

You search his expression then, and underneath the joy of being back, there's...something. You squint, unable to make it out. Sure, he must've missed you, but this feels like it runs deeper than that. When you give him a nod, he hurries towards the house, your dog chasing and barking at his heels. True to his word, he's back in minutes.

The chickens are much more cooperative now, and you roll your eyes at how they parade around your husband. They even hop around the coop, showing him where they've hidden their eggs from your intrusive searching.

"Thank you, dearies," he says to the hens. You swear they swoon.

"A real heart breaker," you deadpan. "Have you told them you're married?"

He chuckles, taking your hand as you move into the barns next door. While you lay out new hay on the feeding bench, he unhooks the stools and milk pails and sets them on either side of the door. It's hard to believe that just a few months ago he barely knew how to approach your animals, let alone help you with the chores.

He whistles lowly, and the first cow trudges to his station, ready to be milked. You get settled at your own station. One of the newer goats skids to the front of the line, eager to be let outside. It's not quiet in the barn—it never is, not with twelve grown animals waiting for their turn—but when you call Elliott's name, he looks at you. His ponytail needs to be retied.

"So why'd you come home early?" The young adult goats don't have much milk, just enough for a small container. You pat its hind leg, and it runs into the crisp autumn air with an excited bleat.

"I missed the atmosphere of our farm. The fresh air of the valley is good for my creative soul, unlike the bustle of Zuzu City."

You only raise your eyebrows, and he sighs from your all-knowing gaze.

"You read me a little too well, my love."

"I sure hope so, after all this time together. Did something happen at the office?"

Since the release of his last collection of short stories, he's been invited to the city more often for author-related events. This latest stint, running a series of writing workshops in partnership with Zuzu University and the local community, was organized by his agent in hopes of bigger opportunities. Maybe even a guest lecturer contract, they've said on more than one occasion, though Elliott refuses to be apart from you for too long.

Elliott gives another sigh. "Something like that. I just...it was admittedly negligence on my part. I was in the middle of writing you another letter when someone required my presence down the hall. I thought that it'd be a quick matter, so I didn't clear my desk. But apparently one of the secretaries came looking for me while I was out."

"Did they read...?" You wrinkle your nose, knowing how private Elliott is about his unpolished work. He's even more private about what he writes for your eyes only. "I'm sure they were embarrassed."

"That's what bothers me the most! She had the audacity to bring it up in front of everyone when we had a meeting, even quoted a few lines—"

The cow groans as he moves particularly rough. He gives it an apologetic scratch under the chin.

"So for the past two days, everyone has been trying to talk me into releasing a collection of love poems, which I would have no issues with if it didn't stem from such a personal...I mean, the poems were addressed to my muse, and when I explained that it was you, they said that was even better. Something about how the romance will really sell." He frowns. "I like being able to support myself—contribute to our funds, you know—with my writing, but it's not...a commodity. I'm allowed to make art for the sake of making art."

His forehead is furrowed, and you would reach out to ease the frustration if your hands weren't busy.

"What's your plan now?"

He scoffs. "There's no plan regarding that. I completely refuse. It's quite insulting, in fact, the idea that I'd put my love on display for a paycheck."

It's relieving, you have to admit. Even after getting a taste of success, your husband remains the same person you said your vows to. The same romantic who holds you in such high esteem. There's so many emotions—namely affection—swirling in your chest, but you're not the writer so all you manage is a simple Okay.

"Okay," you say again for good measure, but he must understand you because his expression smooths. "So what do you want for lunch?"

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hey mouse, hope you're doing well. Since it's almost fall and Spooky Season I had an idea. What would a fall date with the bachelors look like?

I'm fine, thanks for asking, dear anon! ☺️

It's finally fall, and although I still have the summer heat now (damn 🥲), the autumn-themed headcanons give me comfort and realization that the colder weather will soon arrive.

Anyway, enjoy! 💕

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SDV bachelors and their ideas of Fall date with Farmer:

Autumn is the season for spooky films to start rolling, dedicated to the upcoming Spirits Eve, so of course Sebastian will ask Farmer out on a date to the cinema. And the cinema is also an option if Farmer doesn't like the horror genre. Autumn is also the season of frequent rains in the Valley, so one of the unusual ideas of interesting pastime of this couple will be sitting in the cave of Mines on the ground floor. Relaxing and chatting about anything, listening to the falling raindrops through the entrance... If Farmer likes to walk in the rain, then Sebby is all for it (with umbrellas of course), and they both can look for frogs in the pond before it gets too cold.

It's definitely the season of fragrant honey fungus and chanterelles in the woods, and the bushes are downright teeming with ripe blackberries, so one of Harvey's date ideas is a mushroom/berry hunt! Both a nice time in the beautiful woods, and a full basket of delicious nature gifts that are sure to brighten up a romantic dinner later. If the weather outside is too cold and unpleasant, the doctor and his partner will arrange a date at home, over a hot cup of tea/coffee, a marathon of films, the pleasant warmth of the fireplace and the sounds of rain outside the window. And cuddles, of course. Warm and cosy!

Considering how beautiful the Cindersap Forest becomes in autumn, Elliott is sure to invite his dear Farmer on one of the walks there. The trees are coloured in various shades of gold, red and orange, the crisp fallen leaves underfoot, and a pleasant companion... Ah, what a lovely date, and Farmer is also delighted! And if they are both too lazy to walk, the writer will come up with a wonderful idea for a picnic: a bottle of wine, tasty appetizers, the sounds of the forest and sunny weather, etc. Also parts of the date would be all sorts of mini-events in the Valley, like community pumpkin picking or ripe wild apples.

In addition to the Stardew Valley fair, neighbouring towns and Zuzu City have folk festivals celebrating autumn, with big tents and attractions. Shane felt that attending such a festival as a date with Farmer would be a good option. And he's right! Big tents with different kinds of beer and cider (he drinks in moderation, don't be afraid), the smell of delicious comfort food, fun contests, songs and dances. Chicken man and his partner had a blast! And after such trips, Shane can offer dates without leaving the house, as let's say joint preparation of caramel apples. Also not a bad pastime at home will be horror games, with a soft blankets and autumnal goodies.

Hiking with Sam! Oh, he's been waiting for a long time for the summer heat to end and cooler weather to arrive. Generally speaking, this date idea is appropriate in almost any season, but Sammy thinks it's much cooler amongst the autumn beauty. The lovely couple will make a bonfire in the forest or mountainous area, and while Farmer will roast marshmallows, Sam will pick up a guitar and the forest will be filled with beautiful, creating pleasant memories. In addition to looking at the beautiful things, he and Farmer will have a photo shoot, filling their album with pictures of their autumn adventures.

It may not be easy for Alex to find his way out of the corn maze, but he and Farmer came here to have a good time, not to win. They still came out first, though, and got some nice prizes, making the date ending even better. The athlete will also invite Farmer to a haunted house at a carnival in one of the towns. And no, he wasn't the one who shrieked like a little girl when someone's hand touched his shoulder ("Come on, Farmer, don't laugh!"). Scary and creepy places, ooooh! But Farmer and Alex had a great time, so the date was a success!