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peeweekey · 8 months ago

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8:05 | SAM

word count: 3.2k

summary: sam’s ten heart event with a twist.

tags: winter, developing relationships, fluff, swearing, cuddling, hiding from his mother in his bed lol

a/n: this spiralled out of my control and into 3k words… enjoy!

it’s cold.

the fleece coat you’ve bundled yourself in cannot protect goosebumps from forming from the biting chill of the valley’s winter nights. your breaths come out in cloudy puffs of air, the heat slowly draining out of every exhale. it’s dark out, poorly spaced lampposts providing the bare minimum amount of light to navigate.

you got sam’s letter earlier, a clumsily written note that was stuffed haphazardly into your farm’s mailbox—the yellow lined paper he used, all crumpled and ripped.

meet me in front of my house! at 8 pm, i’ll be waiting. there’s something i want to tell you.

the ending sentence is somehow even more sloppily written compared to the ones before it. as if he was debating whether or not to add it in, but ultimately decided for it—it’s funny to imagine him hunched over his desk, stressing over what to write to you.

well, you won’t deny feeling excitement over the possibility of whatever sam has to say. if the subtle skip in your step is anything to go by.

you walk through the silent night of the town, it seems like everything’s frozen in place during the colder times of the year—everyone’s safe at home, toasty under their covers and you’d imagine thoroughly enjoying going to bed at 7 pm.

you do too, sometimes. there’s less to do when the ground is too frozen to plant any crop.

there’s a lot more free time out of the farm during the winter. you’ve really started integrating yourself with the townspeople—helping haley find her bracelet, befriending sam’s prickly coworker shane, and even discovering a shadowperson named Krobus in the town sewers. it really is starting to feel like home.

walking, you cut the corner passing by emily and haley’s house—and there he is.

he looks devastatingly handsome all dressed in winter clothing. his regular denim jacket switched out for a dark woolen coat, his pants are unripped and, surprisingly, not smeared with dirt.

though what you like most about his winter attire is his hair. those wild golden locks are laid flat under a woolen beanie—a stark difference from the spiked updo he usually does (though you like that one too). the tips of his hair are slightly curled upwards, revealing that family trait of curly hair.

you creep closer, just watching him wait for you—the way he folds his arms in an attempt to warm up, and the little shuffle he does on his feet. you laugh softly, he must’ve been waiting a while—just like you have for him.

sam turns at the sound of your laugh, his body unconsciously tilting towards you, like a magnet’s uncontrollable attracting to metal. “you made it,” he breathes, his nose, ears and cheeks pinkened by the cold.

you nod, unable to stop a bashful smile from forming on your lips. “i made it.”

a big grin splits his face, mimicking yours. underneath the lone lamplight he looks jaw-droppingly handsome. you feel yourself become warm just in proximity to him.

“i wanted to talk to you in private,” he says. sam’s buzzing with energy, surveying the dark streets before meeting your gaze with his. “it’s kinda cold out here though… i, um—i can sneak you into my room…”

your heart skips a beat, like you’ve skipped a step on a staircase. “what?” you croak.

your eyes catch onto him wringing his fingers, a nervous habit you can’t help but always notice (not because his hands are nice and interesting to look at, not at all).

“you don’t wanna?”

“no!” you inhale, trying to alleviate the twisting sensation in your gut. “i do wanna, ahem, lead the way.”

sam smiles at you, dimples and all. he leads you towards the tiny bedroom window in front of his house. the window is already open—you assume that’s where he jumped out of to meet you.

he climbs through the window with minimal effort, landing on the flooring with a dull thump!

you raise a brow. “have you done this before?”

sam stretches his hand out to you, waiting. his smile turnt sheepish. “i mean, i think we were all rebellious teenagers once.”

you resist the urge to snort—sam’s nervous, you can tell. he doesn’t have his quips and jokes tonight. and he’s shy, but eager. like a puppy, excited and curious about the world.

“o-kay,” you say, one hand in his hand the other set firmly on the windowsill. “make sure i don’t fall please.”

sam nods, eagerly. the curled ends of his hair shake along with the motion as he does.

how endearing.

you tighten your grip on his hand, hauling yourself through the small window, trying your damn best to not make any sudden noise. which is successful for the most part, only a tiny huff of exertion escapes you.

annoying, yes. but the chill of winter burns through any energy you have faster than other seasons.

your feet connect with the wood of his floor, hand still clasped in his and the chill merely at your back. it’s warm inside, with him.

his room is the same as it’s always been when you’d visit before—shelves, band equipment, posters—but the ambiance is different. a little more charged with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

sam does not bother turning on his light, you don’t mind it all that much. but it takes some effort to avoid tumbling over stray objects that clutter his bedroom floor.

“look, I know I’ve been about nothing but the band for a while now…” he starts. “but I don’t want you to think that’s all i’m interested in.”

you chuckle, clasping your fingers behind your back. “it certainly takes up a big chunk of your interests.”

he pouts, literally pouts. it must be the love bug you caught because you think it’s just plain adorable. “i’m really trying over here!”

“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”

“well, um… shoot, this is kinda hard, huh?” he forces an awkward chuckle. “and nerve-wrecking… but what i’m trying to say is…”

“i’m really happy that we’ve grown this close, and well…” sam looks at you, he’s stupidly red—the color spreading all over his face. “i—i’m just wondering, do you think of me as… just a friend?”

your breath stutters, and you feel yourself blushing before you can do anything to stop it. you stare at him as he does with you. the two of you locking eyes for a second, it feels like it’s just you and him in the world.

you feel your shy admittance at the tip of your tongue. no, you’d say, you’re more than that for me, if you want to be.

sam smiles at you, shy but so, so overwhelmingly bright—it’s blinding. your head is running a mile a minute when you finally get the courage—

“sam!” you hear jodi’s groggy voice from outside the door. your stomach drops with dread. “somebody’s at the door! go and check please?”

you lock eyes once again, this time for entirely different reasons, and with entirely different feelings.

“oh my god, sam,” you whisper hurriedly, panic gripping you. “your mom doesn’t know i’m here—what do we do—”

“hold on—” he replies, with the same sense of urgency as you. “okay, okay—i have a plan, just trust me, ‘kay?”

you think you might break out into a cold sweat. you look at him quizzically, “what?”

sam gives you an apologetic smile with that stupid beautiful face of his, he moves forward, grabbing you by your wrists, and moving you with him—towards his bed.

“sam!” you hiss, alarms are blaring in every corner of your mind as sam all but drags you under the toasty covers of his bed. he lifts the blanket and stations you by the edge, covering you in the blanket—which is now a lumpy mess.

this is his childhood bed you’re in, where his mother and brother are just by the door.

and his mother is calling him.

“i’ll get this over with quick,” he says to you, already heading towards the door of his room. “hang on tight, ‘kay?”

you breathe a sound of agreement, way too jittery to formulate any proper response as you quieten under the covers.

though the sheets do feel nice, and smells overwhelmingly of that specific cologne he uses (stolen from joja inventory, he told you once). you will yourself not to relax and melt into the sheets so fast. instead, you listen for each and every sound that may give hint to whatever the hell is happening.

there’s a commotion that you can hear happening, the door swings open, the hinges creaking along with it—this whole surreal experience feels a little like the confrontation part of a horror movie, the helpless victim hiding and the heavy footfalls of the killer.

though in your case, it’s not one set of footsteps, but two.

“what are you two doing here?”

“you’re the one who called us over, remember?” you can recognize the band’s shut-in pianist’s voice from anywhere. “you were all like, stop skipping practice, seb.”

sam’s voice is oddly pitchy when he responds. “…well, tonight’s no good!”

you hear the other person huff, you strain your ears harder to listen. the huffing person clearly fed up with the strange behavior sam’s putting out right now.

“my mom and vincent are asleep,” he adds hurriedly. “they’d wake up—”

you resist the urge to groan, stifling your mouth under a sweaty palm. jodie was just speaking to him minutes ago, there’s no way they’d buy that. he cannot be a more obvious liar.

thankfully they gloss over the fact. “sam, why are you acting so damn weird?” sebastian asks, straightforward as ever.

“yeah,” the other voice adds. feminine but strong. which you now identify as abigail’s, you hear a pinch of impatience in her voice. “and why are you red? did you sit outside in the snow or something—”

sam chokes, which he tries to conceal as an odd sounding cough. abigail pauses mid-sentence. the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. you screw your eyes shut, hearing the rapid rate of your heartbeat. it’s so loud you’re almost convinced the trio can hear the thumping from your hiding spot under the sheets. this is it, they’re going to discover you.

“oh, oh i see,” abigail grins. “on second thought, i wouldn't risk catching all those germs. i’m feeling starved, let’s hit the saloon, seb.”

the aforementioned man grumbles, seemingly puzzled by the sudden switch in abigail’s attitude. “huh… why?” abigail must have whispered something to him—you can barely hear over the muffle of sam’s blanket comforters. “ugh, alright. fine. you owe us one, sam.”

“oh, of course! mhm, yup,” you cringe at the immense awkwardness of sam’s response, feeling the overwhelming urge to pull out your own hair. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah? now shoo! wouldn’t wanna get you both sick or somethin’…”

“huh?” sebastian replies, rightfully puzzled as they’re forcefully pushed out of the room. “why would we see you tomorrow if you’re sick—”

“well seb,” abigail says smugly. “let’s just say sammy here is taking care of some important business—”

“okay, bye!” you hear the door click shut. to your utter bewilderment, sam shut the door in their faces.

the room is deathly quiet, the air is stagnant and stuffy. once you feel it safe enough, you crane your neck out of the blankets to check over him. to trace any lingering feeling the sudden visit might’ve given him. sam’s got his back rested against the wood of his door, his back slumped.

“i—i wasn’t expecting that,” you say quietly from your hiding spot on his bed. peeking the top half of your face, watching the door carefully. “kinda nerve-wracking.”

and embarrassing.

“i know—i’m sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “i didn’t expect them coming over.”

“sebastian said you invited them for practice, though.” you point out.

“maybe i did,” he admits, creeping closer to you on the bed, even if he’s guilty and embarrassed. “i totally forgot—i mean, i was really nervous! my mind blanks when i get nervous…”

sam stops right by the side of the bed, as if he’s waiting for your permission to get in with you—in his own bed. and to be perfectly honest, you really want him to.

“kinda ruined the atmosphere too,” he looks away from you, eyes downcast and melancholy. “i had this whole thing planned too, and i, just… ugh…”

your eyes soften. “sam, it’s really fine. okay, maybe a little shocking but you know it’s not enough to scare me away.”

he looks down at you, worried. his eyebrows are ever so slightly pinched—you wish you could run your fingers over it, and smooth it out yourself.

“plus,” you murmur, reaching over the small amount of space between the two of you to clasp his wrist. “i’m not just gonna leave… just tell me what you were going to say—before the… interruption.”

that gives you the final push to gather your courage to tug him into bed with you. sam follows, flopping onto the empty bedding next to you without a fight. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, side by side, slowly huddling closer and closer for warmth.

and sam is warm. he’s practically radiating comfy heat you wish to burrow into—or wrap yourself around. the perfect bed-partner for winter nights like these.

you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.

sam angles his body towards you. you on your back and him on his side, it feels intimate and special. and for some reason, it feels familiar—like you’ve always belonged by his side.

“i think you know already,” he tells you, his eyes are not clear in the dim light but you know, there are practically hearts in them. “that i like you.”

you giggle softly. “and i think you know the same about me.”

sam tentatively grasps your hand, the freezing fingertips thawing under his careful touch. the caress of his hand on yours sends tingling electricity down your spine, your whole body feels alert—alive.

he speaks again, but this time his tone is a whisper of what it usually is. “stay awhile?”

“yeah,” you swallow, squeezing his hand in your grip. a small smile on your lips. “yes, i want to.”

“good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the edges so softly and the dimples on his cheeks deepen. there really is no one else who can compare for you. “hey, you’re really cold… let me warm you up?”

you turn to your side, facing him. at this angle, your faces are mere inches apart. you can trace every dip, line and curve of his face, and he yours. your hand tingles with the overwhelming urge to reach for him and squeeze.

“it is cold,” you agree. “i’d very much like that.”

“phew,” he softly sighs. sam drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at your elbow. wherever he touches, a whisper of him lingers on your skin—a bone deep imprint you yearn for him to spread all across your skin.

you roll into him with little to no effort at all. sam drags you to his chest, your ear perched right above his heart, you can hear the steady thump! of his heartbeat from underneath. sam winds his arms around you, intensifying the heat you feel by tenfold—it’s not uncomfortable at all, though. you like it.

your bodies fit perfectly together, just like puzzle pieces. a mess of limbs tangling together. the warmth of him making you shudder in honey-like delight. it feels syrupy and soft and warm wrapped in his arms.

his hand at your back travels downwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake you feel even through the thickness of the fabric separating the skin of your back and his fingertips. his hands feel rough and calloused at the small of your back—from playing guitar and his skateboarding incidents—but you enjoy the feeling.

you trail your fingers under the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath—the action has no deeper meaning than you wanting to feel.

sam’s uncharacteristically quiet. his breaths are slow and long, like he’s on the verge of sleep. yet his arms are wound tight around you—like he never wants to let go of you. your nerves make you feel like a slow simmering soup. warm and slowly cooking over the fire.

you two stay entangled for a while, in comfortable silence. sometime during the night you’ve matched your breathing to his, and he pulled you somehow even closer to his body.

but, a thump comes from his window, a light tapping sound. soft but persistent. the two of you opt to ignore it, in favor of snuggling closer to each other. yet the taps continue, and become louder and faster.

disrupted by the noise, sam mournfully throws the covers from over him to check, untangling himself from your grip. leaving a very him-shaped indent on the bed left in his wake. you groan, sticking your bottom lip out, you miss the warmth of him already.

“oh shit.”

the expletive makes you sit up in his bed, the comforter draping off your middle. you can make out the shape of him even with the dimness of the light—sam’s back is towards you, and if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks like he’s shrinking into himself a tiny bit.

“what is it?” you whisper-shout to him.

he slowly turns to you, wide eyed, his shoulders stiff. sort of resembling a kicked-dog. sam bows down his head—with what you think is shame, for what reason, you can’t tell. rubbing your eyes of sleep, you furrow your brow, craning your neck to look out the window behind him.

abigail and sebastian are there, waving wildly at you. your eyes widen. abigail and sebastian are waving at you with smug smiles plastered on their faces.

your stomach drops for the umpteenth time that night. you honestly feel too horrified to speak.

you bury yourself under the sheets, a feeble attempt to conceal your mortification. so that’s why abigail was playing along with sam’s urgent ramblings—she knew (not that sam was any good at keeping a cool facade, he is totally incapable of lying smoothly). you groan, you feel like a rebellious teenager again, only the part where you get caught and utterly humiliated.

outside, you can hear the loud roaring laughter of the duo through the glass, alongside the awkward, embarrassed chatter of your newly-minted boyfriend. (not technically official, but the title succeeds to relieve your horror by the tiniest bit)

still, you stay put. through the mortification and embarrassment you still stick yourself to sam’s side, or more literally, on his bed—because you know, there’s no other place you’d rather be.

you spare another glance out of the covers at the trio—to your surprise, sam’s beat you to it. looking at you with heart eyes and the most lovesick expression (you’re pretty sure yours looks the same).

you know there’s going to be a lot more explaining to do in the morning. but it doesn’t matter to you, not right now when you’re in sam’s bed on the verge of sleep.

not when you feel so warm.

a/n: shoutout to the ass trio for making an appearance in the fic! i love you abby and seb.

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babiebom · 8 months ago

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Heyyy! I was wondering if u could do the bachelors & bachelorettes reactin to / dating an s/o who has really intense nose bleeds when they're stressed. But plot twist bc this is literally the norm for the farmer bc they have crippling anxiety, especially social.

Thank u sm!!

A/N: I don’t know why I thought this was funny??? My anxiety just makes my stomach upset but a nosebleed in front of everyone like some sort of anxious demon is funny. Not the clean up tho. I’ve never had a nosebleed but I know they bleed SO MUCH. Also no problemo!!! Always glad to get requests!! I did different things (so not just stressed because I would’ve written the same thing for anyone I made crush aspects as sort of for stress too lmao) for each hopefully they’re good enough!

Tw: cursing, blood, anxiety, the nose bleeds are VERY dramatic because it’s fiction lmao. Physical fights(in Leah’s part), arguments(in almost all of them). Pierre hate Pam hate(kinda) Demetrius hate Morris hate. And Kel is gender neutral! let me know if there’s anything else to tag!

Wc: idk lmao hopefully at least 100 words for each

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Sebastian:

Just frowns

Actually helps unexpectedly

….we can never talk about this happening again if you want……

It’s not often that you get to see the towns resident emo, even after visiting Robin multiple times for various building needs. So when you wander into the house, looking for Robin so you can upgrade your coop, seeing him makes your brain malfunction.

“Oh…hey farmer.” He greets, moving past you to head further into the house. You blink for a second before returning the greeting, watching as his dark hoodie disappears behind a wall.

You try to force your breathing to slow down. There is absolutely NO reason you should be this worked up over a literal one second conversation. While you sit with your thoughts, foot steps fill your ears and the sight of Sebastian returning from wherever he went makes all of your progress regress. “So…you here waiting for my mom?”

You nod quickly, clearing your throat, “yeah…um…just need to upgrade my chicken coop.”

“Oh well, she’s not in today. She usually goes to Pierre’s store to work out with the other moms.”

You frown to yourself, how did you miss that she wouldn’t be in today? Damn now all you can think about is how you just made a fool of yourself. Lost in your thoughts, you miss that Sebastian had cleared his throat a couple times until he waves a hand in front of your face.

“If you want, I can take your order and tell her when she gets home later. That way she can get started tomorrow.”

“Would you?” Your heart flips as you perk up. Was he usually this nice? You kinda heard from Robin herself that Sebastian never really interacted with people he wasn’t already friends with.

“Yeah sure.” He shrugs and moves to go around the counter, setting his slowly cooling food down. “Okay so she usually charges 10,000g and you have to have 400 logs of wood and 150 things of stone. Sound right?”

You nod and hand over the bag of money. The second your hands touch it’s like your body decided it couldn’t handle anything else from him. Luckily he just takes the money and pretends like your nose hasn’t become a geyser as you scramble to try to keep the blood from dripping all over their furniture.

Sam:

WOAH DUDE IS THAT LIKE….NORMAL?

it’s like from a movie or something

Is overall sorta scared but at the same time thinks it’s cool

“And this is how I do a kick flip!” Sam shows you skateboard trick after trick and honestly you can’t get enough of it. It wasn’t a secret that the both of you had crushes on each other, and even now it was very obvious by how you were watching him do his tricks that you had feelings for him. Yet still you two weren’t in a relationship, just sort of friends who like each other in a romantic sort of way.

“You’re so cool!” You clap as he lands another trick.

“And you’re cute!”

“What?”

You freeze in your spot and watch in confusion as he sort of freezes midway through his next trick and crashes to the ground. His words echo in your head, making your face heat up and your heart soar. He smacks his face on the ground, sending you into a panic because now all you can think about is how he thinks you’re cute, and now how he probably has a concussion from hitting his face directly onto the concrete.

When he lifts his face off the ground, you’re kneeling next to him, trying to check on him. His forehead is bleeding, his nose is bleeding, and so is his mouth. You shriek and try to go through your backpack to see if you have anything to help him. You didn’t.

You already know where this is leading, and you let out a groan of annoyance right before your nose starts leaking just like his. His eyes widen and he lets out a loud laugh. Maybe you two can move out of the weird friendship you have after all.

Shane:

Would just stare silently

Like no comments no nothing

Doesn’t even act like it’s happening

Having a part time job at Joja Mart during the winter is one of the absolute worst ideas that you’ve had in a while. But you didn’t make a lot during your first year of farming. Stacking the products onto the shelves, your only saving Grace is the fact that you’re allowed to have earphones in. Except for the fact that Pam is now standing next to you asking loudly about where something is. Shane is stacking the shelves behind you.

“I don’t know Pam…the alcohol is probably on the wall in the back.” You frown at her. She obviously knows that you don’t know this store that well, you were a FARMER that NEVER shopped here before. She rasps out another question and it takes everything in you to not snap at her. Trying to calm yourself of course there’s gonna be something else that makes you lose your mind. That something is Morris, coming over and being the absolute WORST and in turn making Pam LOUDER and more insistent.

He’s lecturing you, Pam is agreeing with him way too loudly, the music on your headphones is now overwhelming instead of calming, and the sound of random things in the market is making you want to bite a chunk out of the loaves of bread in front of you, plastic and all. With everything building up inside of you, you already know what’s going to happen. It always happens, but instead of excusing yourself you stand there, staring Morris down as the blood begins to flow from your nostrils.

Pam yells out curses and Morris begins to stutter, but behind them Shane just stares for a second before continuing to work. When you’re finally left alone with him in the aisle as your two stressors hastily take their leave, all he does is let out a dry chuckle.

“Sam has a hell of a mess to clean up…”

Alex:

Oh DUDE your nose is like….LEAKING

Doesn’t help

Just watched and comments

“AND THEN HE HAS THE NERVE TO TELL PEOPLE THAT MY HARVESTS ARE HIS BUT HE ONLY DOES IT IF ITS GOOD!” You rant to the brown haired boy, pacing back and forth in his room. Thankfully both Evelyn and George were out so you weren’t bothering anyone except for the man in front of you.

You huff and puff as he watches, slightly amused slightly concerned. Alex wasn’t the best person to go to when you’re upset unless it was something absolutely devastating. So being in front of him now, complains about your farming woes meant that he was only half ass taking it seriously. “You should go and speak your mind.” He says.

Turns out you should NOT take advice from Alex. Standing in Pierre’s shop, you’re staring him down angrily, anxiety creeping up your throat from you trying to will yourself to call him out on his bullshit. The older man just kind of stares at you in confusion because all you had done was shout his name angrily as you entered the shop then stand in front of him seething.

“You….you…..” you point a finger at him. This was the moment, the moment you stand up for yourself and tell Pierre how HORRIBLE he is!

But of course things don’t work how you want and your nose gushes out blood all over the counter before you can work yourself up to the point of accusations. With a gasp you run out of the shop, hoping that he would keep his mouth shut with Alex running behind you laughing. Again, NEVER let Alex talk you into anything.

Elliott:

Panics

How do I help PLS LET ME HELP

Everything probably gets messy

Fishing had never been your favorite pastime, but now trying to fix up the community center you had to. Unfortunately Willy was gone and couldn’t properly teach you even though he had gifted you an old rod of his, so the next best thing is getting your boyfriend to teach you since he does fish often. Now you stand on the docks, waiting for a fish to bite the hook.

“Keep calm, the fish can feel your fear and it makes them upset.” Elliott spoke. In all honesty you didn’t even know if that was true or not, but you take in a breath to calm down. You did not want to be here all day you had cows to pet.

The second your line begins to pull you try to pull the fish in. And you succeed until it comes time to unhook the eel you managed to catch. The eel is slimy and slippery and all around not a good thing to try to grip. A shriek leaves your lips and the eel struggles, Elliott tries to help you but is also struggling to catch hold of it. And now your nose is bleeding adding another layer to the already hellish experience.

You’re unhappy, the eel is unhappy, and Elliott is unhappy. After what seems like an hour, the stupid thing slips out of your grips and back into the ocean, washing your nose blood off of it and splashing you with saltwater. 0 out of 10 you will not be trying again.

Harvey:

Calm but concerned(after panicking for a second)

Has a doctory approach to it

But is secretly like WTF inside

Your heart thumps in your chest as you sit on the clinic bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in Harvey’s clinic, having taken a break from the mines, and somehow this seems more shameful than having been beaten almost to death by living slime. Your hands bleed into the cloth you have pressed into it. One of the pigs knocked you over into the broken fence you were in the middle of fixing. Now you sit waiting for the good looking Doctor.

When he walks in he’s all smiles, tapping his clipboard with his pen. “While I’m sad to see that you’re injured, I’m glad to see it isn’t from those mines again.” The eye contact he makes with you makes your heart twist for a second.

He starts speaking of all the shots you need and the antibiotics you need to take, rust poisoning is quite serious you know. “Now,” he says, moving towards you, “let me see your hand.”

Your heart thumps erratically at the close proximity of him and you. You only really ever got to see him this close when you were half dead and barely conscious. His face is much too close for you to be able to do anything but focus on how pretty his eyes are, and how fluffy his mustache is, and how…

“OH MY DEAR YOBA” He yelps and jumps away from you. It takes only a second after him to realize what’s going on, and now your furiously wiping away at your nose with your hands instead of with the cloth, and he’s trying to get something on your nose to catch the blood. It’s a disaster, really. But at least you’re already in a clinic!

Penny:

Probably panics

Doesn’t know how to deal with it

Would try to help though

The warmth of the pool in the spa did nothing to ease your nerves as you waded in the shallow end of the pool. Penny had invited you to come sometime after 7 pm, and when you had arrived she was already waiting for you, kicking her feet in the pool. The thought of her asking you here made your stomach turn, did you do something wrong…? Was she inviting you here to tell you she hated you or something…? You had grown close to her over your time here and would hate it if she thought you were too much or something.

“Do you know why I invited you here?” She asks, moving closer but keeping her eyes on the water.

You shake your head, “I’m not exactly sure, no.”

She frowns and sighs at you, meeting your eyes for a fleeting second then looking elsewhere. “Really? I thought you would’ve noticed by now…” her words trail off and her eyebrows furrow.

The next few seconds are ones that you simultaneously want to remember for forever and forget. She confesses her feelings for you. Feelings that you obviously reciprocate, and the emotions in you mix and grow, rising up your throat as if you were a volcano of conflicting feelings. As soon as you open your mouth to tell her that yes, you like her too, her face morphs into one that’s horrified instead of hopeful, disgusted instead of smitten and you realize a second after she does that your nose is spouting red, dyeing the water you both were swimming in.

Penny shrieks for a solid second before trying to scramble out of the water as fast as she can. You do the same, swirling the red around the pool as both of you splash trying to exit the now crime scene looking pool. When you get out of the water, she’s holding a towel right in your face, smooshing it so hard you can barely breathe and now your nose is throbbing with slight pain. “What do we do?!” She asks moving about quickly. She’s so confused that she just keeps walking and turning as if she’s remembering and forgetting things at the same time.

You just tilt your head downward and cringe inwardly, this was not the way to get a girl to like you. “It’s fine…I’m fine,” you say voice nasally and muffled. “And I like you too by the way.”

Haley:

confused staring

wtf is happening

Actually speechless

It isn’t every day that you get to talk to a beautiful blonde. It isn’t even every day that you talk to anyone. So when she approaches you on one of your trips off of your farm you couldn’t help but feel like either everything is out to get you or that you’re up on your luck. You don’t really know for sure, it honestly depends on how things go.

“Hey farmer!” She smiles as soon as she stops in front of you, the feeling of your stomach twisting makes you want to vomit in all of your nervousness. “I have a favor to ask you…”

“Yeah?” You ask trying to keep your cool. “What is it?”

“I would totally love love LOVE you forever if you could bring me an amethyst? It’s for Emily’s birthday and I don’t really like Clint so I don’t wanna buy anything from him. I’m willing to pay 150g!”

You cough into your fist, nodding along and taken aback by how casually she’s speaking to you. Before you can accept doing her the favor, the horrified look on your face makes your words falter.

She looks absolutely horrified, and touching your hand to your face you can feel why. Your nose started dripping blood, and by dripping you mean you can now feel it running down to your chin. A flurry of curses leave your mouth as confused noises leave hers. It's not much of a surprise that this has happened, but man did you wish it wasn't in front of her.

Emily:

Surprisingly chill about it

Probably has a weird story about a nosebleed or something

Actually helps

You sit at the bar alone, upset at a horrible farming day. You tried your best, you really did, but those stupid ass crows actually ate ALL of your seedlings. Or…almost all of them but that’s basically the same thing! There is no way you’re gonna make enough to make it through winter comfortably. You told Emily exactly this, appreciative of her listening ear in the middle of her busy shift.

“You know they probably didn’t mean it…or maybe they did,” she sucks in a breath eyebrows furrowing as she thinks, “you know crows are very smart they probably know that you’re using that land to farm and stay there because of all the free food.”

“But it’s not free!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in annoyance, “I have to buy those seeds! They’re just putting me into debt!”

She hums and nods, wiping the bar next to you where a person had just left. You had only a couple months left until the snow started falling and making it virtually impossible to grow anything. The little plants you had left you had to fight the crows for. And by fight I mean you angrily swung a broom at the with the intent of scaring them (not hitting them that’s mean). Still the growing anger inside you was not easily crushed by her warm and quite frankly outlandish words. No, in fact your anger grew the more you thought about it.

You felt it coming before anything had even exited your nose, hurriedly snatching the rag from Emily’s hands. Damn now you would have to buy the bar a new one. She just blinks then nods as if your nose becoming a bloody waterfall was normal.

“You know…nose bleeds cause by stress is usually because your heart rate and blood pressure increase and it causes your blood vessels to dilate!”

You stare at her before laughing. Maybe she was helpful after all.

Abigail:

WOAH

WTF

WHAT DO WE DO?

You stand in front of Pierre in front of the shop, arms crossed as you watch his face grow redder the longer time goes on. “-IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAUGHTER?” You’re not really listening to his tirade, over the whole ‘protective dad’ thing.

“Dad I’m an adult! You have no say in who I date!” Abigail yells back, face equally red. Who would’ve known that he would have a problem with the farmer he rips off constantly dating his daughter?

He yells out more reasons that the two of you shouldn’t be dating, and in turn points a finger into your chest roughly. You sputter out an offended sound, moving away from him. “Don’t touch me!”

“You shouldn’t be touching my daughter!”

“What? Dude we just started dating, you’re weird as hell!”

The arguing only gets worse from there, accusations flying around and now an audience comes with the drama. It’s almost too much for you to handle with now Caroline, Harvey, Haley, and the Milner family standing and watching the chaos. “Abby let’s just go to my place…” you try suddenly feeling the need to escape and no longer feeling the ‘fuck you dude’ attitude.

“No! He needs to understand that he can’t control my life!”

It’s like a volcano in your body and just like a volcano your nose begins to erupt. Now you’re screaming, Abigail is screaming, Pierre is screaming, the Mullners are screaming. Could this get any worse?

Turns out yeah, it can get any worse, like a family fight worse and now all of you are sitting in Harvey’s clinic. At least you aren’t the only bloody one now.

Maru:

Is surprised

Also forgets what to do

Would probably make things worse

Maru talks about robots and space the way you would talk about her: totally and completely enamored. You sit on her bed listening to her talk about her newest invention, some sort of robot that can cook and clean and basically be a free maid. You laugh and move your arm to get in a more comfortable position to watch her. Unfortunately your arm had other plans and smacked hard into her bed post. Groaning out in pain, your eyes close and begin to water from how much your elbow hurt.

Demetrius is in your face before you even realize that he was in the room. You yelp out in surprise as he starts ranting about you ruining his daughter’s future. You blink in surprise and try to retreat back into the mattress. What was happening. You can hear Maru screaming over his words but your ears feel like they’re filled with water.

“We’re just friends!” You find yourself shouting. Like damn is the man insane? It wasn’t the first time he’s gotten upset at you over Maru, but it was the first time that he was absolutely losing his mind.

“Dad stop!”

Time froze for a second as you and Demetrius stared at each other, Maru standing near him. Breathing in you can taste blood in your mouth before your nose starts bleeding, yet you can’t bring yourself to do anything but sit and catch your breath.

“Oh my god!” Both Demetrius and Maru exclaim moving around the room trying to find something to help. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at him acting concerned now.

Thankfully Maru looked cute trying to help you which at least made things a little better.

Leah:

Is also freaking out on the inside but calm on the outside

Helps you with tissues

Is understanding

Going on a date with Leah is a dream come true. There’s paint, wine, food, and you’re sitting in the prettiest meadow you’ve ever seen, well it’s pretty because Leah is there and she’s pretty and you’ve been here multiple times because it’s near her cottage but it still looks different today.

You sit, paintbrush in hand, laughing at something she’s saying. It’s fun and if she hadn’t have asked you would’ve spent the day farming like usual, this little break was needed. The day couldn’t be ruined, absolutely nothing can ruin it.

Okay, one thing can ruin it and that one thing is Kel coming and ruining everything. The argument that ensues is one of the worst that you’ve seen. Kel tries to walk up on you(translation: Kel wants to fight you), Leah stops them but in turn gets into a fight with them which causes you to actually get up and try to defend her.

You kinda block out until you can hear Kel call out “I made your nose bleed bitch!” Which again causes you to want to drown in your anger.

“My noses is bleeding because I’m stressed, stupid!” You back. It’s obvious Kel hadn’t been able to hit your nose so claiming to be able to hit you so hard your nose bleeds isn’t even possible. It’s almost childish how the two of you argue.

Leah finally gets Kel to leave and hands you a bunch of tissues as she sits you down on the now rumpled blanket. As the two of you catch your breath and calm down, you find yourself smiling at her behind the wad of tissues catching blood flowing from your nose.

At least the situation would be funny in the future.

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philosophers-shwag · 3 months ago

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Can the Stardew Valley characters fight? Bachelorette Edition

Bachelors here

Disclaimer; I’m not an expert on every Stardew character, so these aren’t completely accurate. But if there’s something you think should be different, PLEASE, PLEASE ask/comment/reblog it. I would love to talk about it more.

#the radar charts are just here for fun #because they don’t actually make that much sense #stardew valley #sdv #stardew #stardew valley memes #sdv memes #stardew bachelorettes #haley sdv #leah sdv #abigail sdv #maru sdv #penny sdv #emily sdv #philosopher’s swag #sdv x reader

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sugar-omi · 1 month ago

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suggestion from *this anon <3 it spiraled off the suggestion bc im crazy... but this is so good.. had me worried my period started🥵

DAY SEVENTEEN — Cuckolding [ sam + others ]

tags : NSFW, bottom + gn reader, multiple choice dialogue, cuck sam, outdoor sex, oral sex (reader & character receiving), fingering, mean dom sebastian, switch abigail, creampie, degrading (towards sam), mention of face fucking

synposis : even though you’re sam’s partner, he loves seeing you have sex with other people, mostly sebastian and abigail. the way they treat you, fuck you... seeing how you cum around another mans dick and the way you eat abigail out like you're starved. and the way he's only allowed to watch, hardly allowed to cum... he's obsessed with it.

[ kinktober '24 masterlist | ao3 ]

cuckold!sam who looks forward to friday night with the gang. you get together, play a little pool, watch sam lose to sebastian terribly every single night, and let loose with a few cheap beers from gus.

it's fun, it's become a ritual between the four of you and it's one you'll continue for days to come...

it's also ritual for the four of you to make it back to your farm and let abigail and sebastian have their way with you while sam watches, stroking his raw cock so hard and fast as he feasts on the scene of abigail holding your legs while she eats out your sloppy pussy / ass, her tongue carving it's way through your insides as she strokes your clit / cock.

and sebastian is patting your cheek, telling you to wake up and focus, that his cock isn't going to suck itself, rubbing his tip against your lips and urging you to open up.

you take all of the pleasure they're giving you so willingly, without a single complaint or an inch of resistance. moans fall from your lips, sending vibrations up sebastian's cock and running through him like lightening.

meanwhile, cuckold!sam is confined to the chair facing your bed, spilling his nth load in his hand while he watches sebastian use your hole like a cocksleeve and abigail uses your mouth for her pleasure, grinding her drooling cunt against your tongue, hand in your hair and burying your nose into her bush, telling you how cute you look with those watery eyes and buried nose deep in her cunt.

and as always, the night ends with abigail and sebastian helping you sit in sam's lap, taking his spent cock into your sloppy insides and kissing him, sharing the taste of abigail's pussy juices with him, invading his lazy mouth with your tongue and bouncing on his cock with sebastian's help.

on some nights, like tonight.. sebastian will cum inside you, telling sam he needs to use his hips better. he has to fuck all~ of his cum of you, he can't do that if all sam can muster is pathetic jerks of his hips.

the two of you are a drunk, sex blown mess, and it's only what seems like seconds before sam is cumming inside of you..

sebastian helps you off sam's length, letting you lay against his chest. sam's cock gives weak, pathetic spurts of cum, hanging between his legs pitifully. sebastian tuts, slipping his fingers into your pussy / ass, making you whine. "look at how little you came.. if you can only fill y/n with this much.. doesn't that make them mine?"

sam whimpers at the thought, his cock throbbing as sebastian seals your parted with a kiss.

cuckold!sam who whenever he loses a game of 'journey of the prairie king', he has to watch abigail kiss you, taking your full attention with a slow, intense kiss, her hands roaming across your body and under your clothes as she coaxes you into a french kiss, her body gravitating towards your lap.

it almost makes sam cry. he wants to kiss you.. he wants you to sit in his lap and let him touch you, feeling up your body with his hands and grinding against each other...

cuckold!sam who ends up losing another round of 'journey of the prairie king' and has to watch abigail pull your clothes off, and fondles and traces her fingers over every inch of skin revealed.

he's terrible at this game, and with every loss, you lose more and more of your clothes until you're down to your underwear.

his heart is pounding, both from the adrenaline of the game but also the scene in his peripherals.

you're finally down to your underwear, and abigail slowly pulls that off of you until your drooling sex is exposed... your gorgeous pussy clenching around nothing / your cock hanging heavy, drooling pre..

abigail urges you to lay down on her bed, and now all sam can hear is your moans.. he's so hard, his cock straining against his jeans so painfully that he can't possibly focus.

abigail is behind him, eating you out / sucking you off so well that he has you trembling in her hands, and at her request, sam's name is falling from your lips so beautifully.. he feels like he could cream his boxers right now.

but he isn't allowed to look, and he isn't allowed to stop playing and touch himself either.

cuckold!sam finally gets a bit of relief when sebastian pulls his cock out of his jeans for him, his chest against sam's back, arms wrapped around him and his chin on his shoulder..

"focus on the game, sam." sebastian's lower voice purrs into sam's ear, sending a shiver up his spin and making same's face contort as he tries to focus.

sebastian carefully, so as not to spook sam, unbuttons his jeans... running his hand over sam's bulge to tease him before he pulls down his zipper, trying to open up sam's fly without making him move and disrupting the game.

the character dies anyway, and sam respawns, gritting his teeth as sebastian pulls his cock out, stroking him in beat to sam's firing.

"c'mon, rockstar.. you can do this." sebastian encourages, "don't you wanna win and fuck y/n?"

that's the whole point of this little game you're playing. for cuckold!sam to earn the privilage to fuck you. but unfortunately, he can't get past level three.. and so now he has to watch abigail fuck you with her strap, sebastian stroking his cock and every time sam is so~ close to orgasming... he pulls away.

"ah ah, i know when you're about to cum sam, you can't trick me." sebastian scolds, stopping all movement to dig his fingers into sam's hips to halt his bucking. sebastian bites sam's ear, tugging on his lobe with his teeth..

"you'll be allowed to cum when you can win another level. keep playing, pretty boy."

cuckold!sam who simply has a thing for getting his friends "sloppy seconds." he loves eating you out and fucking you when sebastian creampies you..

loves getting high with the gang and him and abigail watching sebastian face fuck you, bullying his cock down your throat and telling you to just open wide and watch your teeth so he can get off.

cuckold!sam who loves when abigail fucks you with her strap, telling sam that she can fuck you better and that he should just watch.

cuckold!sam who gets hard just from sebastian telling him that you and him are going to go to the other end of the tide pools and he knows that means you're going to have sex. he knows and yet he watches you two disappear into the darkness, behind some of the bushes and trees.

and his heart is pounding the entire time, his cock straining against his jeans.. and he feels like he could cum just seeing you to rejoin the group, sebastian adjusting his jeans and you're walking a little funny, slowly following behind sebastian...

cuckold!sam who pulls your pants down after the moonlight jelly festival is over and sees sebastian's cum staining your underwear and he fucking moans at the sight, flipping you around so you're pressed against your front door and diving into your cunt / ass, tasting everything sebastian had to offer.

cuckold!sam who cums into sebastian's fist and sebastian acts like his cum is filth. dirt in his hand. tells him his cum is only for accessory and that sam doesn't know how to fill you or use his dick properly.

that his pitifulness in the bedroom is why he loves watching other people fuck you, because he can't do it himself and he needs to see how sex is done properly.

cuckold!sam who can't even do your wedding night properly... he feels like something is missing.. he.. he needs to watch you have sex with someone else, this isn't enough for him anymore..

bonus:

cuckold!sam who sees how well you get along with Alex, watching you guys play volleyball on the ginger island beach and something clicks in his brain when he sees alex pick you up so easily and tries to throw you into the water..

asks you with an obvious erection if you like Alex, and if you think he'll agree to fucking you and letting sam watch…

the three of you sneaking off to the abandoned house on the west side of the beach and Alex holding you up as he pounds you ruthlessly. tears slipping down your eyes from the way Alex presses you against the rugged cabin with his body weight, his arms wrapped under your thighs and his cock bullying your g spot perfectly.

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veren-cos · 5 months ago

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Bachelor(ette)s react to a handmade gift!

Aka Bachelor's and ettes x reader

Honestly a lot of these can be read as platonic, and for Sam, if you just ignore that bullet point, it can be platonic too lol

Loosely based on a request by @vvnbxz !

Sam

• Loves it.

• Loves it Loves it Loves it Loves it.

• Like anything from you and he is happy.

• But If you made something just for him? Oh he would be crazy happy.

• Peppers you with kisses all over your face.

• Then gives you a hug and like gushes about how cool you are.

Sebastian

• He would probably be the most chill.

• He would obviously say thanks out of politeness and genuinely liking it!

• But he doesn't make it a thing.

• If you are close with him tho, he gets very happy about it when he is just thinking before he goes to sleep.

• Like woah! They made this just for me!

• It makes him feel special.

Alex

• Awh Alex is just a sweetie.

• He would be so so so happy.

• Whatever you made him, he would try and figure put how you did it.

• Then, he would make one for you!

• Whether that be a piece of clothing (the one he made would be falling apart), a mug, literally anything.

• Just enjoys your presence and your sentiment and wants to reciprocate the gesture.

Harvey

• Stoked!

• Like he is so precious about it.

• He displays whatever you give him on a shelf on his room.

• He feels like it's too precious to ever actually use it in fear of damaging it.

• Eventually he learns it's okay to actually use the things, but he is just so happy to receive something from you!

Shane

• He probably wouldn't realize it was handmade at first.

• You gave him a cup cozy that you made for all the soda he drinks haha

• When he realizes he just thinks it's cool!

• Wouldn't be dramatic or flabbergasted like some of the others.

• He already knows you've been crafty.

• But yeah he thinks it's neat!

Elliott

• He would be over the top.

• My dramatic man haha

• No but he would be complimenting you left and right, saying how talented you are!

• Would not let it go for nearly the whole season!

• Brags about it to Leah. Constantly.

• He is just so happy he connected with you, and that you actually think about him!

Haley

• Thinks it's so cool!!!

• If you just met Haley, you'd probably think she only likes brand name stuff

• But she is a sucker for home made!!

• She can't make things for crap imo, so she thinks you are so talented.

• I think she'd love if you knew how to sew or crochet.

• She would wear the clothes you make her all the time.

Emily

• Oh Emily would just die if you made her something

• Like she would be flabbergasted.

• You would probably learn how to make something just to give it to Emily.

• Like you'd learn how to paint and give her a mug you painted?

• She would be so touched that you thought of her! Would use/wear it constantly

Leah

• Leah, like Emily, would be so happy!!

• You'd learn how to sculpt just to try and make her something!

• She ends up getting a finger pot from you, as it was the very first thing you ever sculpted.

• She thinks it's so sweet that you learned a new skill just to give her something.

Penny

• Penny would love it!

• She definitely appreciates the sentiment of a gift more than the gift itself.

• So give this girl anything and she is over the moon

• I feel like she would like a good scarf or clothing accessory

• So you made her a big warm scarf!!

• She wears it all the time.

• Once she even tried to style it for spring and got wayyyy to hot that she felt sick-

• But she just wanted to show you how much she appreciated it!

Maru

• Thinks it's very sweet of you!!

• She has a lot of technological crafty stuff, but doesn't really work much with artsy things.

• So if you gave her something you made (ie a scarf, clothes, artwork) she would think it's super cool!

• Would probably ask you to teach her. She loves to learn new things.

Abigail

• Not going to lie, y'all probably made it together!

• She is super hands on with literally everything, and is pretty crafted herself.

• You probably were both making bracelets and then traded at the end of the day!

• They ended up having the same color scheme, totally on accident, so Abigial wears hers all the time.

• She always gets really happy when she sees you wearing yours too!

An* I've never actually written for any of the bachelorettes, so this was really fun!!! They are all just short and sweet blurbs :3

Masterlist

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv alex #stardew valley x reader #sdv shane #fanfiction #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv leah #sdv penny #sdv haley #sdv emily #sdv abigail #sdv maru

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sincerely-astra · 7 months ago

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☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️

(P.S. This is just the bachelors and bachelorettes, but I decided to add Sandy for fun. ^^)

Harvey-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Haley-

Giving: Words of affirmation

Receiving: Receiving gifts

Alex-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Abigal-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Elliot-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Acts of service

Emily-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Penny-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Acts of service

Maru-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sam-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sebastian-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Physical touch

Shane-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Quality time

Leah-

Giving: Giving gifts

Receiving: Quality time

Sandy-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Receiving gifts

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smallestapplin · 5 months ago

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I’m back to request more stardew fluff,

Abigail, Sam, and Sebastian x reader (separate) where the stardew characters are having a mental freak out after realizing their crush on the reader

>:)

Sam

- Out of the three Sam realizes his feelings for you the last, but once he realizes it he freaks out. Sebastian's phone blows up because Sam if losing his mind, spam texting his friend and asking for help. Sebastain just stares at his phone watching the messages roll in.

'Oh my Yoba their smile is like the sun.'

'Oh'

'Oh no'

'SEEEEEBBBB HELP!'

'I know you are seeing these you bitch'

'I think Im in love'

'Son of of bitch i caaaaaant'

'WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE ARE YOU SEEING THIS CUTE SLEEPY MF?????'

Sebastian just sighs.

- Sam mentions you every hang out, just asking for help cause he's so cool and confident until you wave hi to him.

- Then he's stuttering, shaking, tripping over his own feet, making a fool of himself. He's screaming the second you are out of sight, nearly punching the air cause he fucked up.

- He just wants to impress you, but his heart flutters and brain shuts off the moment you are around him.

- Even if you're laughing at how adorkable he is, he's swooning and smitten, just wanting to hear more of it.

- Send help

Abigail

- probably the most casual about it, never changes in how she interacts with you, you'd never guess she's screaming internally everytime you touch her shoulders or back.

- The moment you leave her house, she's shoving her face into her pillow and screaming as loud as she can.

- The mental gymnastics she does to see everything you do with her as romantic is honestly hilarious. She acts calm, but she jotting everything down in her head as a mental note, trying to keep track of everything you do and have done for her.

- Sam and Sebastian get front row seats to her conspiracy theory board and red strings, as she tries to explain why she you would be cute together and fight together in the mines.

- The two men just look at each other as she yaps on and on about how in love she is and she's not stopping anytime soon.

- They are suffering.

- Not as much as Abigail when you gift her a good geode you found, she can't eat it, she can't, it was a gift from you....it'll stay on her shelf and she smiles at it everytime she sees it.

Sebastian

- the second he realizes he's in love with you was when you were napping on his couch, he just looked over to you and smiled softly at how peaceful you looked, you clearly needed this nap.

- Oh.....oh fuck-

- He just wants to kiss your forehead and wish you a well night, but it's a smack in the face when he realizes it wants to do that at all.

- You'll wake up and bid him good night to leave for your farm.

- It'll be the last time you see him for a week.

- Avoids you like the plague so he can get control of his heart, everytime he catches a glimpse of you his knees go week, his heart feels like it'll beat out of his chest.

- He can't handle it, he's a mess.

- Sam will ask him about it, cause you've grown worried about the emo man.

- Sebastian just lets out a silent screech and hides his face in his hands, blushing cause you worry about him, but he feels back he's made you worried.

- Sam has to drag him back to you at the saloon, and all Sebastain can get out if a squeak.

- You laugh about it, thinking it was cute.

- He's going to die here-

#sdv x reader #sdv Sam x reader #sdv abigail #sdv Abigail x reader #sdv Sebastian x reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley sam x reader #stardew valley Sebastian x reader #Stardew valley Abigail x reader

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sleepingcup · 7 months ago

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The farmer CAN SING?!

Game: Stardew Valley Characters: Abigail, Sam, Sebastian x Selectively Mute Farmer! Reader Genre: Fluff, Platonic to having crush (be well aware that it can be ooc, it is my first time doing a Stardew Valley x Reader)

Story: You were a faceless famous singer who has retired to work for Joja due to the lack of money, but ever since you moved to Palican Town you decided to be mute IN ORDER to recover, it unfortunately recovers nothing but hey at least you made friends!

But one day, you were minding your own business singing in your cozy cabin not realizing that your best friend was going to visit you.

Abigail

She didn't know that you can sing, beautifully at that. She continued to listen to you before you finished singing, and yet you were not prepared for what she was about to say.

"You really had a nice voice! You should join our band someday!"

"!!!"

You did panicked knowing that she NOW heard your voice, you did let everyone know that you are mute.

"But aren't you..."

"Mute? I get that...."

It got awkward at first and normally Abigail would be mad, but she wasn't.

In fact, learning the truth that she is the ONLY one who gets to hear your voice makes her happy, as a result she kept your secret and does listen to you on a daily basis.

Something about your voice did lure her to listen more of you from time to time, it gives Abigail catching feelings and hopefully one day she will get you to be hers.

Sam

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT YOU CAN SING?!"

"!!!"

"You should join our band!"

"..."

Well at least he was POLITE to listen through the WHOLE song before interrupting your recording. But then again Sam didn't realize that he DID listen to your voice since he just remembered that you are mute.

And yet, it makes him happy knowing the fact that you explained your situation to him.

Sam knew there was a connection between you and him.

From inspired to admiration to slowly falling in love with your mesmerizing voice that got him to embrace that he isn't the only one who love to make music too.

Heck, maybe one day Sam might be able to make you sing with him on the stage.

Sebastian

"...!!!!"

He was watching and listening to you singing the song, something about you make him feel like he wants to listen more of you.

He IS aware that you are selectively mute, but it doesn't mean he is annoyed at you. Sebastian finds your company nice and comfortable.

But to find you singing like that it makes him record so suddenly but, you did catch him. And yet you did see his blushing face and he tried to explain himself properly since he just wants to get away from his house. And yet he shyly asks you to sing a song to him to which...you shyly accepts.

Not only your silent company gives Sebastian at ease, but your voice lures him to listen more of you.

He kept you voice as a secret to himself, but he does want to hear your voice in public.

Secretly becomes your number one fan/smacked

Tho he can get concern that you might strain your voice, so he tried his best to find something that can soothe your voice.

Also I think he is the ONLY one who recognize your voice before actually meeting you, knowing the fact that he surfs the net all day.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #abigail #sam #sebastian #stardew valley abigail #stardew valley sam #stardew valley sebastian #sdv abigail #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #stardew valley abigail x reader #stardew valley sam x reader #stardew valley sebastian x reader

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glitch-karma · 1 year ago

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Sighs

Y'all this silly little pixel game has taken over my life

I only have 3 characters I ever wanna write for atm (AHEM Abigail, Sebastian, and Shane) but I might have to make a master list and open reqs cause

Who would have known silly farm dating sim would cure my seasonal depression lol

Send in reqs if any of those three interest you tho

(Btw I am working on a few anime requests [Atm 2 Jjk, 1 bsd and 1 Vnc] so don't worry your little heads)

(also yes the fit and cow is modded)

(I named her Nougat ≧⁠▽⁠≦)

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv abigail x reader #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv shane x reader #shane sdv x reader #Abigail sdv x reader #Sebastian sdv x reader #sdv x reader #Glitchs✧Rambles

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swarvey · 5 months ago

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as much as i absolutely loveeee this game, i wish the stardew characters had more interactions with each other. ik there are def mods and stuff for it but like i wanna see what concernedape thinks !!!!

like does he agree that shane plays with jas whenever he’s free, claiming he’s being forced to even tho jas says, “shane wanted to play house with me!”? or that haley and emily will host a big girls’ night every week where they paint their nails, listen to music, or watch a movie (and somehow elliott got honorarily invited)? how ab seb finally giving alex a chance and hanging out with him and sam, only to realize he isn’t completely the prick he thought he was?

don’t even get me started on harvey. i’ve been thinking ab this man a little too much lately and i have to know: if he has a crush on maru/farmer, does he not so subtly ask seb ab her during his appointments, much to seb’s annoyance? is he always alone at the saloon, or does he grab a drink with elliott and shane sometimes to rant??

most importantly, does he listen to girly pop music when he’s feeling down????

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peeweekey · 8 months ago

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Sebastian likes frogs. Emphasis on the word likes.

He appreciates them, they do good for the environment. They eat up all the nasty flies that buzz around the mountain lake, too. He doesn’t have to worry about mosquitos snaking on his blood while he smokes. It’s just a plus that he finds them cool and interesting.

Which most people find weird. Sebastian thinks it’s weird that they find it weird. Frogs aren’t going out of their way to bother people.

Yes, he likes them. They’re his favorite animal, certainly.

But favorite is not enough for him to want to smooch a frog.

“Sam, I’m not gonna fucking kiss a frog.”

“C’mon! It’ll be like the movie!” Sam teases, insistently shoving Sebastian to the frog innocently sitting on a park bench. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be your very own froggy princess—”

“Didn’t the girl turn into a frog when she kissed it,” he shoots back, elbowing Sam backwards in the gut. The blond lets out an overdramatic hiss of pain, bent over and clutching his stomach. “Abby, back me up here.”

“I never watched that stuff,” Abigail shrugs, watching with amusement. She makes no move to help at all, comfortably resting against the wide wooden posts of a fence. “Watched a lotta cartoons though. Phineas and Ferb is my jam.”

“Not about the movie,” Sebastian grits exasperatedly. His brows knitting together in frustration “The frog.”

“Mhm, go on,” a cheshire-like grin on her face. “Kiss it, Seb. A big smooch right on its slimy mouth.”

Sam eggs him on, the pain of being elbowed magically disappearing. “Do it! Do it!”

Sebastian presses his lips tightly together. There’s no use resisting once Abby and Sam band together. They’re a force to be reckoned with like this—demanding and overbearing. Sebastian exasperatedly wipes a hand over his face, shooting the poor frog a sorry look.

Sam pushes him one more time, he gives him a stony glare in return. “Fuck—alright! Stop being so damn loud, you’ll scare it away.”

The frog in question croaks slightly, like it senses the trio talking about it. He gives it a wary glance.

As he slowly approaches, Sebastian can hear Abby and Sam’s satisfied sniggering behind him. They roped him into doing another stupidly outrageous thing for the umpteenth time.

He sighs, he really needs better friends.

Mustering up all his courage, he bends down, almost eye level with the frog, resting a hand on the wooden grain bench on where it’s perched upon.

He screws his eyes shut and goes for it.

Sebastian’s lips connect with the frog’s slimy, almost rough skin. So fast and featherlight that it can barely be considered a kiss. Cold against his lips. He pulls back immediately after, wiping any residue off his lips with the back of his hand.

The frog jumps, croaking with,what he assumes is, alarm.

“See?” Abby laughs, ruffling his hair good-naturedly. “No princess in sight. You didn’t turn into a frog either!”

“Man,” Sam snickers, patting him roughly on the back. Sebastian groans with every smack. “It would’ve been cool though, if you turned into a frog. We’d have a frog drummer in our band!”

Sebastian shoves his unruly friends off. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going. The frog is probably traumatized.”

“You can check that off your bucket list,” Abby teases, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kiss a frog before I die. We’ll tell the story for generations.”

Sam howls with laughter, Sebastian feels absolutely mortified.

Before the trio could make any move out of the park, a cloud of green smoke curtains the frog, so thick and so unusual. Sebastian unconsciously backs away from it.

“What—woah,” Sam says, more mezmerised than shocked at the green smoke pouring out of the frog Sebastian kissed. “What is that?”

“The fuck if we know, Sam!”

“Boys, boys, shut the fuck up. Look.”

Abigail points at the fog. It grows and grows, stopping and dissipating once the whole bench is covered with the green mist.

The frog is gone—disappeared into thin air. Instead, a not-so-frog shaped person sits. You blink up at Sebastian slowly.

Woah, woah.

He feels his heart accelerating—for all the wrong reasons. An unusual thumping sound that vibrates all throughout his body—his fingertips, his stomach, his toes. Where there should be fear and panic and definitely fear, Sebastian feels exhilaration.

You’re pretty.

It’s also pretty horrifying for him to think—and feel.

You blink slowly—a frog-like trait that cement his suspicions. You’re staring up at him as he stares back down at you, curious meets bewildered. “…”

His eyes are wide, scanning each and every part of your now not frog-like features. Sebastian feels cold sweat dripping down his forehead—a stark temperature difference to the heat in his cheeks. “Oh—oh shit.”

“Uhm… ribbit?”

Another thing he blames on Sam and Abby—his horrifying attraction you; the person, not the frog.

He checks that off his metaphorical bucket list, too.

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stardewstardropthoughts · 7 months ago

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Okay but like who would be up for a threesome in pelican town

Like in general out of everyone? Hell yeah

Content below the cut cause it’s not overly nsfw but like still talking about sex ya know?

Content warnings: masturbation, threesomes, sex, non specific farmer gender

Sebastian for sure would be down to share his partner with Sam or Abigail , one hundred percent

Just like Sam would be down to share you with Sebastian and Abigail

I feel like Abigail wouldn’t personally want to share you though, but she’s more than down to participate with Sam and seb is she isn’t in a relationship already

Listen, listen look okay I just think that robin would be down for a threesome, I cannot can be convinced otherwise

I think that Haley would love to watch someone dominate you but I think she’d prefer to sit off to the side and masturbate while it happens ya know? Really enjoy watching you get ruined by someone else

Absolutely certain that Kent would be more than down for a threesome (I don’t think Jody would be so sorry for anyone who wants to be between those two)

Leah 💳💥💳💥💳💥 down to pin you between herself and another of the girls, or even one of the guys! She’s gonna be in control of the situation tho and I love that for her

I still think that Shane would be open to it, years into the relationship when he feels totally secure and wants to explore into the sharing pool a little bit, starts out with having someone watch yall before graduating to threesomes though

#stardew valley #stardew fanfic #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #sdv smut #stardew smut #stardew haley #stardew shane #stardew leah #stardew abigail

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r3-ese · 4 months ago

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harvesting hearts

pairing : sdv sam x reader

contains : fem!farmer, fluff, mutual pining, sam being whipped

word count : 1.5k

note : my first piece of (published) writing! im so obsessed with stardew atm im physically ill

The warm afternoon sun cast long shadows over the rolling hills of Stardew Valley, bathing the town in a golden glow. At the local arcade in the heart of the valley, Sam leaned against the counter, absently twirling a drumstick between his fingers. The arcade was alive with the sounds of electronic beeps and the clatter of buttons being pressed. Still, Sam’s attention was focused on the animated conversation between his friends, Abigail and Sebastian.

"...and then, she just took down those slimes like it was nothing!" Abigail exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement as she leaned towards Sebastian.

Sebastian nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, the new farmer is pretty impressive," he agreed, taking a sip of his soda. "She’s been making quite a name for herself."

Sam’s curiosity was piqued. He had heard bits and pieces about the new farmer, but this was the first time he had seen Abigail so animated about anyone other than herself. "Who are you guys talking about?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"The new farmer, of course!" Abigail said, her eyes sparkling. "She moved into the old farmhouse and has been venturing into the mines. She’s fearless, Sam. You should meet her."

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I think you’d like her."

Sam made a mental note to keep an eye out for this mysterious newcomer. If she had impressed both Abigail and Sebastian, she had to be something special. He imagined what she might be like, picturing someone strong and determined, a fresh face in their sleepy town. The thought made him smile, a new spark of excitement igniting within him.

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A few days later, Sam was practicing his skateboard tricks near the town square. The wheels of his board clattered against the pavement as he attempted a particularly tricky maneuver, the warm breeze ruffling his hair. Just as he was about to land it, he caught sight of someone walking by—a lean figure with a confident stride that made his heart skip a beat.

The farmer.

Her presence was magnetic, drawing his eyes to her despite his best efforts to concentrate on his trick. As she walked, her movements were fluid and assured, exuding a quiet strength that left him breathless. She wore practical clothes—jeans and a sturdy jacket, with dirt smudged on her cheeks from a day’s work—but she held herself with such poise that she looked radiant.

Distracted, Sam stumbled and fell, landing in an ungraceful heap on the ground. His skateboard rolled away, coming to a stop a few feet from him.

The farmer laughed—a bright, melodic sound that made Sam’s cheeks flush. She walked over and offered him a hand. "You okay?" she asked, her smile warm and genuine.

"Y-yeah, I’m fine," Sam stammered, accepting her help. He got to his feet, brushing off his jeans. "Thanks. I’m Sam, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m the new farmer," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Be careful with those tricks, okay? See you around." With a final smile, she continued on her way, leaving Sam staring after her, his heart pounding in his chest.

As she walked away, he found himself replaying the moment over and over in his mind. Her laughter, her smile, the way she had effortlessly lifted him up. He knew, without a doubt, that he wanted to see her again.

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It wasn’t long before Sam found himself in the Stardrop Saloon with Sebastian, Abigail, and the farmer. The dimly lit saloon was filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The four friends gathered around the pool table, the air thick with friendly competition and the smell of Gus' home-brewed beer.

Sam leaned over the table, trying to line up his shot. As usual, he was struggling to keep up with Sebastian’s skillful plays. The balls clacked against each other, Sebastian effortlessly sinking one after another. Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Don’t worry, Sam," the farmer said with a wink, stepping up to the table. "I’ll help you out." She took the cue from his hands, her movements confident and precise as she lined up her shot. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, and she took a deep breath before striking the cue ball with a smooth, controlled stroke.

To everyone’s surprise, she managed to beat Sebastian in a close game. Abigail cheered, pumping her fist in the air. "You go, girl!" she shouted, her enthusiasm infectious.

Sebastian gave an approving nod, his expression unreadable but clearly impressed. "Nice job," he said coolly. "Didn’t think anyone could beat me."

The farmer grinned, handing the cue back to Sam. "Thanks, but it was a team effort," she said, glancing at Sam with a smile that made his heart flutter. He could feel the warmth of her hand as she passed the cue to him, a small but significant gesture that made him feel connected to her.

Sam couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for her. She was not only skilled but also humble and kind. He found himself looking forward to their next game, eager to spend more time in her company and learn more about her. The evening continued with laughter and camaraderie, and Sam felt a growing sense of belonging that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

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Later that week, Sam found himself sitting in Sebastian’s dimly lit basement, strumming his guitar absently. The room was filled with the faint scent of cigarette smoke, and the low hum of Sebastian’s computer added to the relaxed atmosphere. Posters of their favorite bands adorned the walls, and the soft glow of fairy lights created a cozy ambiance.

"I’ve got a confession," Sam began hesitantly, breaking the comfortable silence. "I think I have feelings for the farmer."

Sebastian barely glanced up from his screen, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard. "Yeah, I noticed. You’re not exactly subtle."

Sam groaned, setting his guitar aside and leaning back against the couch. "What should I do?"

"Just tell her," Sebastian replied with a shrug, his eyes still fixed on his computer. "Or don’t. It’s your call. But if you keep moping around like this, you’re going to drive me crazy."

Before Sam could respond, there was a knock at the door. Sebastian smirked, finally turning to look at Sam. "Speaking of which, I invited her over. Forgot to tell you."

Sam’s heart raced as the farmer entered, her presence filling the small space. She greeted Sebastian casually and settled in, her relaxed nature putting everyone at ease. Sam, meanwhile, felt like his heart might burst from his chest as he tried to join in the conversation without making a fool of himself.

"Hey, Sam," she said, turning her attention to him with a smile. "How’s the band coming along?"

"Uh, good! We’re working on some new songs," he managed to reply, his voice steadier than he felt. The three of them spent the evening talking and laughing, the farmer’s presence a constant source of warmth and comfort for Sam. She shared stories about her farm, her struggles and triumphs, and Sam found himself hanging on every word.

Sebastian watched the interaction with a knowing smile, occasionally chiming in with his own dry humor. The atmosphere was relaxed, and Sam felt a growing sense of camaraderie. By the end of the night, he was more determined than ever to tell the farmer how he felt.

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As the weeks passed, Sam found himself thinking more and more about the farmer. He admired her confidence, her kindness, and the way she seemed to brighten every room she entered. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but every time he tried, his nerves got the better of him.

One evening, as he was sitting on the porch of his house, strumming his guitar and watching the sun set, he looked up to see the farmer walking towards him. She smiled and waved, and he felt his heart leap.

"Hey, Sam," she said, her voice casual. "I’ve been thinking... Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

Sam blinked, taken aback. "You mean, with me?"

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling in the fading light. "Yes, with you. I think you’re cute."

Sam’s face lit up with a grin. "Yeah, I’d love that."

They sat on the porch for a while, discussing their favorite spots in the valley and sharing stories about their childhoods. The conversation flowed easily, and Sam felt a connection growing stronger with every word.

As they made plans for their first date, Sam couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. He had found someone who shared his interests and made him feel more alive than ever before. The anticipation of their date filled him with excitement and nervousness, but most of all, hope.

When the farmer finally stood to leave, she turned back and gave Sam a lingering smile. "I’m looking forward to our date, Sam. Good night."

"Good night," he replied, his voice soft. As she walked away, he watched her until she disappeared, his heart soaring. He knew this was just the beginning of something wonderful, and he couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 1 year ago

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Hello, my little bumblebees!

Welcome to my tiny corner here on Tumblr.

You can find all of my works for multiple fandoms here <3

Here is who I write for and my request rules!

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Events

Fi's Christmas Market ☃️

FI'S MEADOW PICNC ✨️💐🐝

Resident Evil

Leon S Kennedy

Series

♥︎ Lost and Found ♧ 1. 2. 3. (Complete!)

• you survived Raccoon City with Leon, but got separated and thought he was dead. After 6 years, you reunite with him on a mission in Spain, rescuing Ashley Graham. What happens once he's pushed back into your life all of a sudden?

One shots

♥︎ Raindrops falling on my heart ♡

♥︎ Random Leon headcannons

♥︎ Sleepy desperation ♡ (nsfw)

♥︎ Rocking the Tides 🌊 (nsfw)

♥︎ Renaissance!Leon headcannons 🩷☁️ (nsfw)

♥︎ Everybody loves Somebody 🫀

♥︎ Back to me 🖤

♥︎ Brick by Brick 🎄

♥︎ Tradition and Love 🌹

♥︎ Red Ribbon ❣️ (nsfw)

♥︎ Stuffed Heart 🧸

♥︎ Siren!Leon headcannons 🧜🏼‍♂️🐚

♥︎ All I see is Red ♦️

♥︎ The honey to my moon 🌬 (nsfw)

♥︎ The Kiss of a Siren 🫧

♥︎ Holly-what?! 🎬

♥︎ Taunting Ghosts 👻

♥︎ Won't go Home without You 🫂

♥︎ Fate - spin, measure, cut 🌙

♥︎ Tongue tied 🪶

♥︎ We fell in love in October 🍁 (nsfw)

Jason Todd

♥︎ The Hercules to my Meg ♤

♥︎ Paper Rings 🩷

♥︎ Wrapped 🎁

♥︎ Rooftop Confessions 🌟

Bale!Bruce Wayne

♥︎ BATtrayal

♥︎ My precious Jewel ♧ (nsfw)

♥︎ Dating Bruce has his assistant headcannons

♥︎ Bruce secretly being in love with assistant!reader

♥︎ Bruce x assistant!reader 3 ♡

♥︎ Burning Touch ♠︎ (nsfw)

♥︎ Deck the Halls 🎻

♥︎ Diamond Rings 💫 (nsfw)

♥︎ Bruce taking your virginity ♡ (nsfw)

♥︎ PALentines day 💋

♥︎ Sweet as a Peach 🍑 (nsfw)

♥︎ Lazing on a Sunday afternoon ☁️ (nsfw)

♥︎ Bruce taking out his frustration on reader ♡

(nsfw)

Dick Grayson

♥︎ Nightingale 🕊

Call of duty

TF141

♥︎ TF141 w/ a chubby girl ♡

♥︎ TF141 getting a boudoir photo album as a wedding gift ♡ (nsfw)

♥︎ TF141 taking you on a picnic date 💐 (nsfw)

Captain John Price

♥︎ Northman!Price 🪓

♥︎ Aphrodite sends her regards 💋 (nsfw)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

♥︎ tit man Johnny hcs 🤍 (nsfw)

♥︎ Mo ghràdh mòr 🩶

♥︎ Mrs. MacTavish's Remedy 🍯

♥︎ Highlands and Full Hearts 🌧 (nsfw)

♥︎ Bikes and Bees 🐝 (nsfw)

♥︎ Pumpkin Patch Lovin' 🎃

♥︎ Mirror, Mirror on the Wall 🪞

Simon "Ghost" Riley

♥︎ Simon relationship hcs ♡

♥︎ Simon Riley NSFW hcs ♡ (nsfw)

♥︎ Phantom of the Ball 🥀

König

♥︎ Königs German specific quirks <3

♥︎ Tale of the Tummy 🌸

Ghost

Terzo Emeritus

♥︎ Garden of Love ♡

♥︎ Phantom of my Soul 🌙

Stardew Valley

Abigail

♥︎ Knight in shining armor

Baldur's Gate 3

Astarion

♥︎ The sweetest Taste ♤

Linked universe

The Chain

♥︎ Home is where the Heart is 🌱

Misc.

♥︎ Aching Heart left there in the Cold ♡

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There's more to come~

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writer-by-the-sea · 2 months ago

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Um, hi! I'm new and I really like your works!

I want to make a request for Haley and Penny (separate) if that's okay with you!

Scenario: how would they react when they find out that their s/o, the farmer, used to be a member of the Mafia? A hitman to be exact, but they've changed and left that life behind.

I don’t think I’ve ever done a full on headcanon before, but I figured why not!

Instead of doing mini fics for only two characters, I am going to attempt to write these thoughts into a slightly coherent but readable mess. WARNING: These do not all end happily. Some are very heavy angst and they break up with you.

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“There’s… something I need to tell you,” the farmer began, rubbing the back of their neck while they looked away from the person in front of them. Someone that they’ve come to love, to trust enough to finally open up to, and someone who might understand.”Before moving to Stardew… I was... Part of a very bad crowd,” they pause and take a deep breath. “Not just a little group of delinquents that spray paint the side of buildings.

“Something.. Far worse. I know that you might view me differently because of this but– I want you to know who I truly am. I never want to lie to you, and while I wanted to keep this secret buried deep inside; I care about you too much to allow you to continue dating me without knowing…

“I was a hired killer, an assassin, a hitman.”

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Alex

“Hey, man, you don’t have to lie to me to look cool,” Alex laughed and gave you a thumbs up. “You’re already really cool in my book.”

You grimace before saying, “Alex, I’m not lying.”

“Oh,” he breathes out. A minute passes, the gears turning in his head as he thinks it over. “Ohhh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you reply. “I understand if you need some space–”

Alex leaned back into his bed, letting himself land softly on his back. “Gramps has killed a few guys, so I’m not really worried about it.”

You look down at him and raise a single brow, “Wasn’t that in war though?”

“It was, but it’s the same thing, isn’t it?”

“Not.. really.”

Alex shrugs and sighs, “if you asked him for stories, he would spend the rest of the day telling you every single bloody detail. I’ve heard them all a thousand times.” He sat up, dropping her face to a sneer and pulled his lips back. “During that war,” he began, perfectly mimicking his grandfather. “I killed fitty men! I collected their earlobes and wore them around my neck like a trophy!”

You laughed, bumping your shoulder into Alex. “Okay, that’s a little fucked up actually.”

“You haven’t even heard the worst of it,” he answered with a grin. “He likes to tell this story about the time they had to go save some guy–”

“Wait,” you cut him off, gently placing your fingertips against his lips to stop him. “I just.. I want you to know that I love you, and that all of that shit is in the past… but I understand if you want nothing to do with me after this.”

Alex pushed your hands away with his lips, laughing again as he pulled back. “It’s alright, I get it. Just don’t keep anything else from me, okay?”

You nodded and pulled him into your arms, giving him a good squeeze. “I promise.”

Alex slid out of your arms and ran to his bedroom door, swinging it open before playfully glaring at you. “As punishment for not telling me in the first place!” He took a really deep breath filling his lungs before shouting “Grandpa! The farmer wants to hear all your war stories!”

Alex wasn’t scared of you. Afterall, nothing you’ve done could ever compare to the stories he grew up with. He knew his grandpa regretted the choices he made, but sometimes, you have to do cruel things to survive.

Elliott

Elliott quickly grabbed his wine, downing the glass in one huge gulp before placing it back onto the table. “What you’re telling me,” he whispered, his gaze focused on the empty wine glass. “You’re being truthful? This isn’t a jest?”

“No,” you answered, scooting your chair closer to his. “Just.. I know you’re in shock right now, but please just give me a chance to explain–”

“This is wonderful news!” Elliott jumped up from his chair, darting to a notebook that lies open with scribbles across the pages. He sprinted back, throwing himself back into the chair as harshly it nearly toppled over with him in it. “Tell me, what does another man’s eyes look like as you choke the life out of him?”

“W-what?” you stammered, glancing down at the notebook that was now on the table where Elliott held his quill above it, ready to write. “Are you trying to get a confession from me?”

“Heavens no!” He replied with a laugh, putting his quill down and turning to grab your hands. “My next novel is a murder mystery! I would love to have your feedback.”

“You’re kidding,” you replied, your mouth hanging open.

“Not at all, my love!” Elliott smiled so brightly, you would have thought you just told him his book had a million sales; not that you used to kill people for a living. “It truly is destiny that we were to meet!”

“Do… Are you okay with my past?”

“Ah,” Elliott nodded, understanding now why you seemed so hesitant with your words. “We all have our demons, don’t we, darling? If I were ever to judge every person I knew by the skeletons in their closet.. Well, life wouldn’t be very fun, now would it?”

“I’m…” you tried to focus, confusion swirling in your head making everything foggy and hard to follow. “What?”

Elliott was already back to his notebook, licking the pad of his thumb while he flipped through the pages. “This part here,” he held the book out to you, the page filled with brainstorms and more messy scribbles. “Could you fact check it for me? I honestly don’t know what a man sounds like when he gets stabbed like this. Also, the shoulder would be a good spot for them to survive from a stab, right?”

You laughed, shaking your head at this ridiculous man. “Well, actually, there’s a main artery that going along the shoulder–”

Part of you wasn’t surprised that Elliott was excited to discuss bloody, brutal, cold murder with you. Although, the writer did make a point the next day to scold you for keeping the secret from him. He could have finished his novel even sooner, and… he could have told you how much he loves you and would never give you up.

In fact, he would help you get away with murder.

Harvey

“No,” Harvey stood abruptly, his knee hitting his kitchen table and nearly knocking his coffee over, the hot liquid jumping out of the mug and onto the table. “Shoot!” he cried as the coffee landed on some of his folders that were spread out.

You joined him in grabbing napkins, trying to clean the coffee before it caused too much damage.

“I can’t believe this,” he whispered as he tossed the dirty napkins aside, uncaring of where they would land. “Not you, not my farmer, no…”

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back your emotions. “Harvey–”

Then he broke before you, a sob ripping through his throat right before he began sobbing. His glasses getting wet and foggy as he let each tear slide down his cheeks. “Not you…”

“Please, I just–”

Harvey straightened up, taking a deep breath and forced himself to meet your eyes. “I have dedicated my whole life to helping those who need it. I took an oath to assist any single soul that cries for help. If a patient dies on my table, I have to live with that for the rest of my life. The rest of my life knowing that I couldn’t do enough for them!”

Your eyes widen, dread filling you as you realize this is the end. “Harvey, please–”

“Get out,” he growled, his voice deep, dangerous, and oozing with hatred.

“Let me explain–”

“For you to come to me, and tell me that you took human lives for your own gain? I don’t need to hear another word,” Harvey took a step towards you, his body tensing, preparing to fight you if he must. “Get the fuck out of my home.”

Everything in you wanted to stay, to fight for what you had…

You left, crying on your way back to the farm, your heart shattered beyond repair.

Sam

“For real?” Sam's face scrunched in disbelief. “No, you’ve gotta be joking. Ain’t no way the hot farmer killed some dudes.”

While your hands may have been tough from constantly working in the dirt, Sam could never imagine in a million years that you would kill a fly on the wall, let alone another human being!

“Is it April Fool’s? It is, isn't it?” he joked and nudged you. “Well, you got me–”

“Sam,” you breathed out in reply, the truth hanging between you.

“Holy shit,” Sam stood slowly, taking a step back from you. “You’re serious? You’ve actually killed people?”

“Yes.”

“Dude…” he ran a hand through his wild hair, not caring how the gel stuck to his fingers.

He needed more information, but right now, he needed to make one thing clear.

“Look,” he started and made his way back to you, dropping himself on his mattress next to you. “Like, I’m not gonna dump you over this; but keeping that from me was seriously not cool.”

“I know,” you mumbled in reply and offered a weak smile. “I just–”

Sam raised a hand, cutting you off. “No, we’re gonna talk about this later, after we’ve both had some pizza, and maybe a couple… or an entire case of beer. You’re gonna break all this shit down for me, and then we’re gonna talk about how you’re doing like.. Mentally. After doing all that shit.”

“Mentally?” you asked with a laugh. “What--”

“Nope,” Sam stood and grabbed your hand. “Pizza first, you asshole. I can’t believe you killed people, so fucking weird.”

Sam was in it for the long run, and while he viewed you differently (as like, a cold blooded killer what the fuck,) he wasn’t going to give up on you just because of a dark past.

Sebastian

“I mean, who hasn’t?”

Your head whips up to stare back at Sebastian, not sure you just hear those words correctly. “Wait–”

“You think I haven’t killed a man? Why do you think I hide out in the basement coding shit all day instead of living in the city and making a fortune? Be realistic.”

“Sebastian, I–”

“No, it’s cool. I really don’t care,” he said with a shrug and went back to typing on his computer.

“Well, no, wait; Sebastian that’s a lot to drop on someone–”

“Hey, I wasn’t a fucking hitman though now was I?”

“I don’t know, were you?!”

He shrugs again, reaching for an open pack of cigarettes and lights one up. He takes a deep drag and then blows it out slowly. “I’m gonna go get some leftover pumpkin soup, I made it last night, you want some?”

You just stare back at him, your jaw hanging open. Now you were the one that needed more information!

But, you supposed that could wait. Pumpkin soup was on the line, afterall.

Shane

He takes a sip of his soda, savoring the flavor and bubbles before putting his can back down on the kitchen table.

“So,” he began, forcing himself to sit up straight and meet your eyes.

“Are you here to kill me then?”

“What?”

“Are you.. here, to kill me?” Shane asked again, slowly.

“No!” you shouted and waved your hands in front of you like a white flag. “You’ve got the wrong idea!”

“I’m not telling you how I made the chickens blue, you can beat me to the brink of death and I’ll never spill–”

“Shane, babe, no– well actually how do you–” you stopped speaking as Shane glared at you and narrowed his eyes. “Nevermind the chickens, I’m not here to kill you.”

“To kill Marnie then?” He asks. “To end the competition for milk and eggs? You make me sick,” he spit.

“No, what? I turn all my milk into cheese to make you Pepper Poppers or Pizza–”

“Then the eggs!” He declares and stands up, pointing a finger down where you sat.

“Please, just listen to me,” you stood with him, on the verge of tears knowing that this could be the end–

Shane’s frown twitched, so quick you could almost miss it.

You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again.

“Oh, I see. You came here to kill Willy, with your gaping fish mouth.”

Any doubt or worries you had dropped instantly. “You’re totally fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I found your list of names a few months ago. You really shouldn’t leave that stuff lying around you know?”

“Yoba,” you sighed in relief and dropped back into your chair, the wood lightly squeezing on the tiled floor. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You kept your head down, ashamed to have ever tried to hide this from him.

Shane chuckled and sat back down, “I figured you’d tell me when the time was right.”

You risked a glance at Shane, “do you hate me for it.”

“Hate you? Of all people to hate someone for the mistakes they made in their past, you think I’m going to be one of them? I’m a little offended, farmer.”

“I’m sorry,” you cracked a smile as he gazed at you, his eyes filled with all of the love and support in the world.

He was right, Shane would never judge you for your past, just as you never judge him for his. The only thing that matters is the kind of person you are moving forward, and that suits him just fine.

Abigail

The first thing she asks, with a wicked grin and excited eyes, “So, how many people did you kill?”

While she knows the value of a human life, she could never allow her thoughts to wander towards ‘what if I killed someone?’ She feared she may pursue it herself.

“What was your weapon of choice?” she would ask next, hardly containing the buzz flowing through her body from the quick high; knowing she was talking to (dating!) a certified badass killer.

She does view you differently, however.

Not as an evil person, as you might have expected; but someone strong enough to protect her, someone who told her this knowing that she might turn away from them, someone who loves her enough to put her first.

The subject is sensitive, and she knows not to tease you too much or ask for too many details; but she does ask for the occasional story – if you’re willing to give it.

Emily

She gasps, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she stares back at you in horror. “W-what do you m-mean,” she stumbles over her words, her hands now shaking as she lowers them away from her face, trying to steady them as they rest in her lap. “You.. you actually, ki–” she can’t finish the sentence.

“I did what I had to, to get by. Please understand that I’m not a bad person-”

“You killed people,” she dropped her head and watched as tears fell into her lap. “You actually killed people…”

“Emily–”

“How can I trust you after this?!” She jumped up, still shaking while she paced around her room. “How can I know that you’re not withholding more?!”

You stood and put your hands on her shoulders, holding her in place, but she refused to meet your eyes. “I swear to you, I will never hide something from you again… if you just give me a chance to prove myself.”

Emily dropped her head onto your shoulder, softly sobbing and letting her tears drip onto your shirt. “You’re going to tell me everything.”

“Okay,” you whispered back, your arms moving down to wrap around her. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

There would be a lot of trust issues moving forward, and Emily would keep you on a tight leash for a while; but she knew that not everyone was perfect, and while she might not like your past, she loves who you are now. And she’s not willing to give up yet.

Haley

She looked up from her phone, her brow dropping down and her eyes narrowing, “Ew.”

You tried not to snort a laugh at her reply, but failed miserably. “That’s all you have to say? Ew?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “what else am I supposed to say? Oh no, please don’t kill me, super scary hitman?”

“Uh,” you looked around you as if you could find the answer hovering in the air. “I’m.. not.. sure, honestly.”

Another eyeroll. “You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it’s worth. I’m still going to love you no matter what dumb shit you’ve done in your past. I mean, did you know that I dyed my hair black once? Also, ew. Total regret.”

Bewildered, you plopped down beside her, shaking your head in disbelief. “You don’t care?”

“Ugh. Of course I care,” she slapped you on the side and finally put her phone aside. “But you obviously regret it, like I did with the black hair, and while our past mistakes may have been huge; it doesn’t dictate who we are today. So, don’t worry about it.”

“You realize you’re comparing black hair to the murder of a.. Lot of people?”

“Babe,” she took a deep breath, staring deep into your eyes, begging you to understand…

“I used a box dye. Tell me a worse crime than that.”

You laughed together, her crime never coming close to your misdeeds, and she knew it. But after getting to know you, she knew she could continue to trust you just as she always has.

Leah

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Leah threw her paintbrush at you, hitting you in the chest and leaving a splotch of yellow paint. “Not again!”

“Again?!” you shouted back in shock. “What do you mean again!?”

“Tell me,” she hissed. “How many, what organization, and why the hell did you make me fall in love with you?!”

“Leah,”

“Do. Not. Leah. Me.” Each word spit in your direction. “Answer me.”

You sighed, “it was a lot of people.. The organization was international and I never really knew who was in charge..” Closing your eyes, just to get away from her angry glare for a moment, you continued, “I never meant to mislead you. I wanted to tell you the truth to see if I even still stood a chance with you.”

Leah relaxed, shaking her head before finding a place to sit down. “Thanks, for telling me, I guess.”

Moving to her side, you kneeled next to her, taking her paint stained hands into your own. “Please, just give me a chance to make this up to you. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Yeah, well. You did,” she gently pulled her hands away, turning away from you. “Honestly, I don’t know if I can go through this again.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re never fully out of that life, farmer. That past will come back to haunt you one day, and I don’t think I have the strength to endure it.”

“No, Leah, it’s over, I swear–”

“Just leave, okay? I have a lot to think about.”

Dejected, you do as you're told, stopping to say one last thing before you go. “I hope you’ll give me another chance, Leah. I’ve never felt this way about someone before, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

She sniffles and wipes a tear away, “we’ll see.”

Maru

She begins by tilting her head at you, her eyes scanning you up and down before turning back to her studies. “I know that, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Huh?!” you blurt out, shaking your head. “How–”

Maru sighed and put her work aside, realizing that they needed to have a full chat about this now, despite her samples calling for her.

“Once, you mentioned the amount of required poison to kill a person without raising suspicion to require an autopsy.”

“Okay, but–”

“Another time, when my dad asked if you wanted to go camping one weekend and maybe hunting, you asked if a Heckler & Koch P30L would be an appropriate gun to bring.”

“I’ve never been hunting before!” you defended, weakly.

“Sweetheart, it’s a handgun. You don’t go hunting with a handgun.”

“Hang on–”

“Furthermore, you have two bullet wounds that I know of. One on your lower left calf and the other on your upper bicep. You also have obvious scars from being stabbed or sliced and it was most certainly not from a childhood cat.”

You both stared at one another. You felt like an idiot for thinking you could ever hide anything from her.

“Does it bother you?”

“A little,” she admitted with a small shrug. “So long as you don’t go back into that kind of work though, I can get over it. Just don’t ever try to lie to me again, I will always know.”

Penny

Her eyes widen and her heartbeat jumps so quickly she thinks she might faint.

She would have never expected this of you.

Going into the mines was one thing, but killing people was a whole other level of insanity.

It takes her a minute to process what you’ve just told her, her hands twisting in her lap, fearing she’s going to say the wrong thing.

“Were they all bad people?” she finally asks, lifting her eyes up to meet yours.

You take a moment to respond, a lie resting at the tip of your tongue, but you squash it and say, “No, they weren’t.”

At this, Penny breaks.

She drops her head into her hands and cries, pulling her knees up and to her chest while the heels of her feet rest on the edge of the couch.

She was in love with you. So desperately, eagerly, pathetically in love with you.

And now, she doesn’t know how to move forward.

Her whole life, she has dealt with bad people. From the moment she was born she has fought with everything she’s ever had to be one of the good ones. Abiding by the rules, keeping to herself to avoid stepping on any toes, taking care of others when they don’t even appreciate the kindness she shows to them.

“I don’t-” she gasped between her tears. “I don’t think I can do this.”

The farmer nodded, taking her hands into their own and squeezing them gently. “I love you, Penny. More than anything.”

“Why did you have to tell me?” she whispered. “Why..”

“I couldn’t keep lying to you..”

Penny stood, ripping her hands away to rope the back of them under her eyes. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to me ever again.”

Then she ran off, leaving you there as the guilt washed over you.

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