#honey crypt disability pride month writing a thon

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Hi! Hope you're doing alright! I was wondering if for the disability month write-a-thon you would consider writing something with Elliott and a farmer who uses a cane and can't be on their feet for very long due to pain? And how he might try and help them out on rough days? (Or whatever strikes your fancy). You have such a good Elliott and your writing is lovely, thanks! Have a good one!

a/n: very happy to have gotten this request haha! i'm a cane user so a good bit of this is based off my own experiences :D enjoy!! (also tysm for your kind words hehehe)

★ elliott with a farmer who's a cane-user ★

★ elliott admires the variety of canes you have, you have one for every occasion but his favorite is your everyday cane

★ it has a quad tip and some sort of spring that helps you through the uneven ground of the farm and the valley

★ and the stickers? there are so many! he loves how each sticker on your cane symbolizes a part of your beautiful self

★ has offered to give you piggyback rides many times, especially if you two are coming back to the saloon and your feet are really achy

★ he understands that you know what's best for you but it doesn't mean he can't spoil you on high pain days

★ having a high pain day? no farm work, elliott says!

★ of course, his daily chore is to feed the animals but he also makes sure to check the greenhouse, harvest any crops, etc. when you have high pain days

★ elliott always has an emergency rest day kit prepared for you, often consisting of epsom salts, your favorite treats, lotion, and so on

★ regardless if it's a high pain day or not, elliott wants to pamper you

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Ngl I’m stuck in the stardew valley fandom so while Im here I wanted to draw @honey-crypt’s farmer named Benny also go see their disability pride month write-a-thon cus thats cool af

Also gonna hope i got all the details correct but I did my best

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closing again since i got 3 new DPM write a thon requests, will reopen in a few days!

opening my inbox again…… disability pride month write a thon get priority (edit: please send me requests for my write a thon ONLY!!! thanks :D)

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could i possibly get a fic about sebastian helping adhd!farmer through their rejection dysphoria? i leave the rest up to you, go wild <3

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★ like the stream - sebastian x adhd!farmer ★

word count: 1.5k

warnings: rejection sensitivity dysphoria episode

summary: it's the day of the flower dance! you're prepared to ask your friend sam to be your dance partner when you're met face to face with a kind but otherwise hard rejection from the other party. Unable to cope with the rejection because of your RSD, you find yourself spiraling when another friend of yours, Sebastian, finds you alone and distressed in the depths of Cindersap Forest.

a/n: hi hi request #2 for my write-a-thon! hope this is an okay fic, i made sure to do some research on rsd and adhd (beyond my personal knowledge of it) for this fic :D

Today had to be perfect. 

That was what you repeated to yourself, as you made your way towards Cindersap Forest for the Flower Dance. You double, even triple, checked that you had everything ready for today. It may have taken two or ten sticky note reminders, but you knew that everything was in the right place. Your outfit? Check. Your flowers? Check. Your confidence to ask Sam to be your dance partner? Check!

As you got closer and closer, the sound of upbeat classical music grew louder and louder. They should really install a better alternative to this, I don’t know George crosses this, you thought to yourself while crossing the bridge over to the festival. An open green space greeted you with the residents of Pelican Town scattered about. You exchanged pleasantries with your fellow townies, making a beeline to your friend group by a secluded corner of the festival. 

“Hey (Y/N)!” Abigail gave you a small, half salute, “Didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“I lost track of time,” you confessed, “Nonetheless, I made it!”

Your two other friends, Sam and Sebastian, paused their side conversation at mention of your arrival. Sam offered you a dazzling smile that made your heart flutter, “(Y/N)! Good to see you!” and, much to your disappointment, he gave you a friendly side hug. You forced a smile in return and responded, “Yeah, for sure. I’m just glad I made it before the dance started.”

“Would’ve sucked ass if you missed it,” mused Abigail. Sebastian didn’t respond, staring silently at you. A frown graced your lips, What’s his deal? you questioned. Your chest, however, had a different reaction, tightening up at the sight of Sebastian’s deadpan. He’s probably just having a bad day, you reassured yourself, He’s not mad at you. He’s not mad at you. 

“I’m gonna grab some of Gus’s drinks,” you perked up at Sam’s voice, “You guys got a preference for what?”

“Ooo, get me the Tulip Jubilee,” requested Abigail.

“The Blue Jazz Drop for me,” you eyed Sebastian when he spoke up. Sam looked at you expectantly, “How about you, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, uhhhhh…” you mentally thumbed through your options, “No preference, just grab me something you think I’ll like,” you adjusted your collar with your free hand, “I trust your judgement.”

“Will do!” Sam responded with a double thumbs up before leaving for the food and drinks table. You let out a deep sigh and fiddled with the flower in your hand, a small but homegrown tulip. Abigail quirked an eyebrow up at you, “Something on your mind?”

“Oh! Well,” you cleared your throat, “Just thinking about the dance.”

“Fingers crossed that you don’t have to dance with Clint like last year,” snorted the purple-haired goth. You grimaced at the memory and scanned the crowd for the aforementioned blacksmith, seeing him talk poor Emily’s ear off, “Anyone but him,” you grumbled.

“Which reminds me,” your friend directed her attention to Sebastian, “Dance partners this year?” to which the black-haired boy nodded quietly. You stared at him with narrowed eyes, Why are you so quiet today?

“Back with the drinks!” your blonde friend announced to the group, two drinks in hand and two held tight against his chest. Sam passed out the drinks and informed you, “I got you the Sunflower Tonic.”

You pressed your lips against the cup and took a sip, the sweetness of the drink evident, “This is good,” you let your friends know.

“Ew, mine’s too sour,” sighed Abigail, her lips puckered. She held her drink towards the group, “Any takers?”

“I’ll try it,” answered Sam. He grabbed the drink and sipped it, his face grimacing, “Yikes. Too sour,” before handing it in front of you, “Want a taste?”

You felt flushed at the idea of sipping the drink after Sam and seized the opportunity, accidentally taking a big swing of it. Immediately, you gagged at the taste, “Ugh! My tongue!” and spat out what little liquid was left in your mouth. Sebastian finally took the drink and drank it without any sign of sourness on his face, “Yeah, this is bad,” he stated, “I’ll stick with my drink,” the emo resumed his Blue Jazz Drop. 

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Mayor Lewis’s voice echoed awkwardly through his microphone, “The Flower Dance will begin shortly! Last chance to find yourself a partner!”

You heard the man, this is your last chance! you grasped your flower and waited until Abigail and Sebastian went ahead to pull Sam aside, “Hey Sam, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Yoba, his sunshine demeanor was too much. 

“Would you like to be my partner for the dance?” you held up the tulip. Sam’s sunshine self dimmed into a clouded version, “Oh, (Y/N), but Penny asked me to dance while I was getting the drinks. I’m really sorry.”

The sound of your world cracking rang through your ears, as you stood motionless in front of Sam, “Oh! I, uh…” tears pricked at your eyes, “I gotta go.”

Your surroundings began to blur and any outside noise turned into static, as you made your escape from the Flower Dance and deeper into Cindersap Forest. The bum bum of your heart and the swoosh of your blood pounded against your head. 

I hate him.

He hates me.

No, he just made a promise!

No, he thinks you’re the worst!

It was like being trapped on a carousel, your thoughts and emotions spinning around and around. Soon, you found yourself by a small stream, laying on the ground by it with sprawled out limbs. Tears rushed down your face and you heaved dryly, as your brain failed to comprehend Sam’s words and intent.

Oh, (Y/N), but Penny asked me to dance while I was getting the drinks. I’m really sorry.

You sat up, nearly flinging yourself forward towards the stream, and started to bite at your nails, “He hates me. He hates me. I hate myself. I hate myself. I-”

“(Y/N)?” 

You jerked your head to the left, Sebastian standing a few feet away from you. As he approached you, you hastily wiped your face with your sleeve, tears and snot staining the fabric, “Leave me alone,” you sniffled.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asked you, sitting down beside you with his knees to his chest. The tears resumed and coated your cheeks in the salty liquid, “I hate myself, okay?! I fucking hate myself, Sebastian!”

Sebastian tilted his head in confusion, “Why do you hate yourself?”

“Because I’m obviously such an awful person that Sam doesn’t want anything to do with me!” you cried out. Your friend frowned deeply, “(Y/N), you know that Sam usually dances with Penny at the Flower Dance.”

That made your blood steam, “I wanted it to be DIFFERENT, Sebastian! I wanted him to dance with me!” you heaved at Sebastian. He fell silent and fished out something from his suit pocket, a red tangle fidget. Your friend let it out to you and you snatched it without hesitation, fidgeting with it while you sobbed. You tried to get back to reality, but with each passing moment, the idea of returning to the present grew farther and farther away. Everything was hurting, your mind and your body, everything was hurting so much.

“I’m sorry that you’re hurting,” whispered Sebastian. You looked at him with watery eyes, “I can’t control this,” you admitted. He nodded quietly and held out a hand, to which you grasped and squeezed. Sebastian continued, “I know that these kinda things are a lot for you. I know that your mind is telling you a lot of awful stuff right now because of what Sam said, huh?”

“Yeah…” you squeezed his hand again. Sebastian added on, “I didn’t mean to watch, but I accidentally saw the whole situation go down. Sam looked upset when you ran away.”

“Well, he can shove,” you grumbled. Sebastian snorted and retorted, “He’s the one who wanted to check on you, but I told him that you seeing him while you’re in a RSD episode wouldn’t be that helpful.”

You moved closer to Sebastian and laid your head against his shoulders, “I hate my brain.”

“I get it, you’re not alone,” hummed the emo, “Isn’t this stream pretty, though?” he redirected your focus on the stream, the gentle rush of water humming against the swaying trees, “Maybe, just for a second, we can be like the stream.”

You closed your eyes and focused on the sound of the stream, envisioning yourself as one with the water. A sense of peace washed over you and you exhaled, still picturing yourself as the stream. It felt like an hour or so went by before you opened your eyes again, “I’m the stream,” you stated to Sebastian. 

“You’re the stream,” he repeated back, holding you close, “You’re the stream," your heartbeat and breathing returned to normal.

"I'm the stream."

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can you do some headcanon drabbles thingies with a farmer that has BPD? Bachelors please

a/n: yippee i get to write about bpd!!! fun fact but i was diagnosed with it for about two years (it ended up being a misdiagnosis) and i did a ted talk (like a legit one lol) about it and the criminalization/demonization of personality and other "undesirable" disorders :3 thx for this request and enjoy!

warning: discussion of bpd splitting, mental health crisis, and self-harm

★ sdv bachelors with bpd!farmer ★

alex

★ seeing you split for the first time is the catalyst for him to address his own issues, such as dealing with his father's abuse; to an extent, he can see himself in you, longing for approval and love from others, only to fall apart when others don't provide that

★ a very good listener, he opens his ears and mind to you to talk about what's on your mind and you do the same for him; it's very helpful and therapeutic for the both of you

★ does his best to keep you away from george, he worries that his grandfather's behavior would trigger an episode in you but he couldn't keep you away from him forever; it does cause an episode but with evelyn's help, alex manages to get george on his best behavior around you

elliott

★ often writes you letters of reassurance and love for you to read whenever you're having an episode, it's his way of supporting you through your hard times

★ he attends workshops to learn methods to assist you with bpd episodes and symptoms after harvey recommended it to him when he confided in him about his concern for your wellbeing

★ adds a small piece of candy, such as a starburst or skittle, in your pill box so you have a little reward/pick-me-up when you take your medication

harvey

★ out of all the bachelors, he's the best equipped to support you during your episodes (he did a psych rotation during his residency) but he tries his best not to go doctor mode on you

★ covers your farmhouse with sticky notes that feature medication reminders, words of affirmation, and so on; you save each and every one of them in a little scrapbook that you look back on for reassurance

★ harvey makes you feel safe, you're truly able to trust him and confide in him; you both make it work and even though others are critical of your relationship, either of you really give a damn because you love one another

sam

★ he's familiar with mental health conditions because of his father's ptsd and in the beginning of your romantic relationship, he kinda isolates himself from you when you're splitting because he genuinely doesn't know how to help

★ but thankfully, he learns how to support you with harvey's education on bpd, such as grounding you with music or encouraging you to socialize with others

★ he enjoys writing and playing you songs as a means of grounding, you're his inspiration and he wants to brighten your world with the power of music

sebastian

★ he goes into research mode after you inform him that you have bpd, he knows that personality disorders are heavily stigmatized and he doesn't want you to feel like he thinks you're a bad person for having bpd

★ does dbt (dialectical behavioral therapy) homework with you when you come home from group (group therapy); it helps him just as much as it helps you, he learns a lot of coping techniques that he utilizes when he has to deal with hardships or shitty people like demetrius

★ gets you an enamel pin for every month you remain clear from self-harm, you have an ita bag that you secure every pin on and it's one of your most treasured possessions

shane

★ a match made in hell... JK JK you two have the potential to bring out the best or worst in one another, depending on your relationship and whether or not you both are in therapy

★ if you're friends, you're able to support one another through bpd or depressive episodes, you both are different sides of a very similar coin and your empathy for one another transcends the boundaries of your typical friendship

★ but if you're dating or married?? i'm sorry but it's not gonna work out well unless both of you are consistent with your meds and therapy; you often get paranoid about your relationship with shane and it only intensifies during his 14 heart event where you and marnie think he relapsed with his drinking, causing you to split... luckily, it works out in the end but you still struggle with coping and trusting shane

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Bachelors with a farmer who is prone to migraines? ❤️

a/n: migraine rep time, babes <333 enjoy

★ sdv bachelors with a migraine-prone!farmer ★

alex

★ keeps pain relief meds on him at all times, for himself because he's prone to injury with his gridball playing/workouts and for you if you're having a migraine

★ surprisingly very knowledgeable about migraines and knows how awful they are because george is also prone to migraines

★ always reminds you to keep a water bottle on you because he knows how important hydration is for health in general but especially for migraine relief

elliott

★ lets you retreat into his cabin whenever you have a migraine attack (regardless if he's present or not) because it has very dim lighting and less noisy (unless you count the waves))

★ keeps a pair of sunglasses and ear plugs on him for you when you get a migraine in public

★ gives a scalp massage if you request it, he knows that it helps him when he gets headaches from lack of sleep due to late night writing sessions

harvey

★ the doctor is in and he is here to help; connects you with a neurologist from zuzu city that he's friends with, advocates for you when need be if your migraine is preventing you from doing things

★ he doesn't get migraines but he does get cluster headaches so he can empathize with you on that front

★ you two are accountability buddies when it comes to taking your migraine or cluster headache medicine (you're both on triptan lol)

sam

★ lets you borrow his headphones if you're out together and you have a migraine attack

★ will be your personal bodyguard if anyone tries to approach you and talk to you while you're having a migraine, he's aware that you're veryyyyy sound sensitive when having a migraine

★ saves up his paychecks to get you one of those fancy massaging eye masks that can help with migraines

sebastian

★ his bedroom is a sanctuary for migraine suffers; it's underground, quiet, and dim

★ if you're having a migraine while he's working, he makes sure to be extra gentle when typing because he knows that sound can make it worse

★ gives you weed for medicinal reasons (usually the 1:1 CBD/THC strains that you can use in a vape or bong)

shane

★ makes sure to keep jas away from you if you're having a migraine while visiting marnie's ranch; no offense to the child but she is veryyyyy loud

★ lets you borrow his jacket if you need to shield your eyes, it smells surprisingly nice and provides you comfort

★ tries not to drink around you because he can get very loud while drunk and he doesn't want to trigger a migraine in you because of it

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I was wondering if I could request stardew valley fic of a farmer with chronic vertigo and Sebastian alongside the ✨DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH WRITE-A-THON✨ (honestly gonna be my favourite write-a-thon) though idk if it’d count as much of a disability other than the balance issues, but at least a walking stick can be used to help balance if ya want ideas for it

a/n: i kinda struggled to write this, hence why it's a short fic. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy!

warnings: medical crisis, mentions of puke/puking

word count: 757

summary: sebastian is here to support you through another vertigo episode.

★ i got you, angel - sebastian x farmer who has chronic vertigo ★

Your eyes stared up at the ceiling while you remained motionless in your bed. The world around you appeared as if it was stuck on a bad tape rewind, your vision tripping and tripping. A burst of nausea struck you and you promptly vomited in the puke bucket on your nightstand. Trip, trip, trip, that was how the world went. Spin, spin, spin, you were trapped in that bed until the episode was over. 

Down in the kitchen, Sebastian stirred the cup of tea, a blend of ginger and peppermint. He wasn’t sure if it was the antiemetic effects that made you enjoy it during your vertigo episodes, but  nonetheless, the black-haired man knew that you loved that blend. Sebastian blew the steam off the tea and deemed it safe to consume, walking up the wooden steps into the bedroom. 

“Hi, baby,” he greeted you with a small smile, “I brought you some tea, need me to set it down on the nightstand?” to which you answered with a weak thumbs up. Sebastian placed the cup of tea on the nightstand and laid down beside you, holding you close to his body. You curled up beside him and buried your face into his chest, the hoodie blocking your eyes from the spinning world.

Sebastian adjusted his position and secured you with an arm wrapped over your back. With his free hand, he reached out to the small radio on the other nightstand and turned the knob to the classical music station. A soft melody began to play and enveloped the bedroom in a symphony of violins and flutes. You nuzzled against Sebastian’s chest, the music gently lulling you off to sleep. You liked sleep, sleeping meant not dealing with the nausea, the blurry vision, and the fainting. 

Sebastian rubbed your back with his hand, occasionally tracing shapes and patterns against your thin pajama top. Sometimes, Sebastian wished he could go into your brain and recalibrate everything; after all, he was a programmer at heart. He despised when problems couldn’t be solved. He wanted to fix you, to make you better. 

Sebastian remembered the first time he saw you have a vertigo episode. It was early on in you two’s friendship, you moved to the valley only a month or so ago. The two of you were just chatting by the lake outside his house. The birds were chirping, the trees’ leaves rustled against the cold fall breeze. 

One moment, you were fine, you were getting up from the ground; next thing he knew, Sebastian had to catch you in his arms, as the world around you turned into a never-ending carousel ride. You looked more embarrassed than scared, meekly clinging onto Sebastian like a small child. He carried you off to the clinic without a second thought, trying to mask his concern. 

He looked back down at your sleeping form, feeling you inhale and exhale. Sebastian leaned forward carefully, not wanting to disturb your slumber, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The radio station switched to the next song, one featuring a full fledged orchestra and accompanied by a piano backtrack. 

Sebastian struggled to understand the pain you went through every time you had a bout of vertigo. Sure, he experienced it before, usually when he got ear infections as a kid, but this was different. It was like you were a ticking time bomb and no one knew the next time the vertigo would strike. 

He wanted to take away your pain. The doctors didn’t have any answers, they ran every test imaginable to try to find a diagnosis fitting of your condition. It was simply chronic vertigo, they said, and oh Yoba, how their indifference made Sebastian’s blood boil. 

He knew that you were capable, always strict with yourself to make sure you attended your appointments with the vestibular disorder specialist and the otolaryngologist. He knew that you could handle yourself, but Yoba, did it shatter Sebastian’s heart into pieces when he would find you collapsed by the toilet after vomiting from the nausea or when he would see you cry your tears out because everything around you was moving too fast.

Sebastian peered down at you, his angel. He grabbed the discarded blanket from off the floor and covered the two of you with it. The song slowly came to an end with a final piano and violin harmony. Sebastian’s eyes grew heavy with sleep.

“I got you,” he mumbled aloud, “I got you, angel,” he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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Hello! I saw you disability prompts post for Stardew, would you be able to do headcanons about Haley helping a farmer with PTSD and/or anxiety? Thank you so much! 😊

a/n: request #4 for my write-a-thon! enjoy!

warnings: ptsd flashbacks, anxiety attacks

★ red alert - haley x farmer ★

★ haley could be an ass but she never was one when it came to helping people in need

★ home girl will criticize your boots, not your mental disabilities

★ the first time she witnesses you have an anxiety attack, she kinda freaks out with you because she doesn't know what to do

★ when haley realizes it's an anxiety attack, she redirects you to a safe and quiet space (i.e., you're having an anxiety attack at the saloon, she takes you to her house) and stays with you until you can calm yourself down

★ after that, haley looks into ways to support you when these attacks happen and employs a variety of techniques, such as keeping a fidget on her for you to use or helping you ground yourself

★ she tries to use the same techniques on you when you have a flashback after gus brandishes a kitchen knife a bit too close to your face but finds them to be useless when you run out of the saloon, screaming

★ haley catches up to you and finds you on your farmhouse's porch, scratching your arm up with your nails and muttering something that she couldn't quite understand

★ when she gets closer to you, she hears that you're saying "don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me"

★ haley sits next to you and tells you that she's here with you, that the two of you are sitting outside your farmhouse in stardew valley, and what day/time it is

★ she continues to give you details of your surroundings until you calm down to a point where she can hold you

★ haley lets you cry in her arms and strokes your hair lovingly, as she listens to you talk about your flashback

★ after that incident, haley acts like an angel on your shoulder, giving you friendly reminders to take your mental health medications and attend your therapy sessions, as well as take breaks when need be

★ haley might seem like your typical mean girl but when push comes to shove, she will always support those she loves the most

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Can you do a female farmer with PPD (Postpartum Depression) after giving birth to the bachelor's child/ren?

warnings: mental health crisis, intrusive thoughts, pregnancy and birth talk, hospitals

★ sdv bachelors with a farmer who’s suffering from ppd (postpartum depression) ★

alex

★ you had a hard delivery with your twins, they came a few weeks early and needed to stay in the nicu

★ the two of you visited your babies every single day but alex noticed how disconnected you seemed to be from the twins, unable to even hold them or feed them

★ the doctors informed him that you most likely had to postpartum depression so alex immediately stepped up and took care of the babies' feedings and such while you slept or went to your appointments; he made sure to take time to give you massages or kisses, you're his wife and he loves you

elliott

★ your whole pregnancy and the birth was pretty average but it didn't stop you from developing postpartum depression; elliott noticed that you would stay in your daughter's nursery for most of the time, rarely leaving unless it was to grab a snack/drink or to use the bathroom

★ he encouraged you to get rest and that he had it under control with the baby's care but you didn't let him until your daughter was crying her eyes out in your arms and immediately calmed down when elliott held her

★ you felt like a bad parent for not being able to care for your baby but elliott reassured you that it usually takes two to tango when it comes to childrearing and that you weren't less than as a mother for struggling with your mental health

harvey

★ he’s a doctor but when it comes to his wife, he can be pretty blind about many things and unfortunately one of those things was your postpartum depression

★ harvey didn’t realize how bad it was until he found you pacing around your son’s nursery and mumbling about what a terrible mother you were and how you wanted to end it all

★ he immediately went doctor mode after that and got you in with one of zuzu city’s best therapists who specialized in postpartum depression, as well as got a colleague of his from his medical school days to sub in at the clinic so he could focus on you and his/your son

sam

★ he wasn’t equipped or even knew what postpartum depression was or that it existed until he learned of your diagnosis after you were taken to the hospital for mental health treatment

★ he found you sobbing your eyes out about how your triplets were going to kill you and how you were such an unfit mother who deserved nothing; to which, sam had to take you to the hospital for your safety and the babies’ safety

★ jodi and kent took time out of their days to help sam with the triplets while you were getting help at the hospital; once you got back, they threw you a ‘welcome home’ party

sebastian

★ he learned the warning signs and ways to help from his mother robin, who suffered from postpartum depression after maru was born

★ immediately launched into action when you started displaying the warning signs, such as difficulty sleeping and staying away from your son

★ he connected you with robin and she was able to talk to you about her experience with postpartum depression; hearing that robin got through it was very good for you and you managed to stay on course without need with severe medical intervention

shane

★ your postpartum depression triggers his depression in a roundabout way but he’s able to empathize easily with being depressed

★ asked his own therapist for advice on helping you through your postpartum depression and was able to get you seen by a therapist specializing in postpartum mental health conditions

★ got marnie’s help to care for your/his daughter and he was able to step up to properly care for; while you were in treatment, he often took your daughter to marnie’s ranch and spent time with her, jas, and marnie

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hello! Can I ask you for the disability write-a-thon a farmer with social anxiety who has a hard time socializing and interacting with elliott/harvey but really tries, and also has panic attacks because of it!

I'm sorry if you don't understand, English is not my language. :(

ps: I love what you write, you are very good! 💕💕

★ elliott & harvey with a farmer who has social anxiety and panic attacks ★

elliott

★ your social anxiety kinda goes over his head, he just thinks you’re shy and finds it to be quite cute

★ he tries his best to chat with you but 99% of any conservation he attempts with you involves you running away after the first exchange of pleasantries

★ elliott gets worried that he might have slighted you in some way so he goes out of his way to send you apology gifts, ranging from as simple as seashells to as extravagant as flower arrangements

★ that, however, just made things worse on your end, as you struggled to find the means to thank elliott for such nice things and end up having a panic attack in front of him for it

★ elliott helps you through the panic attack, offering you a shoulder to lean on while you ride the wave of emotion; afterwards, you’re able to finally talk to elliott and thank him for his kindness

harvey

★ bro’s kinda socially anxious himself but your social anxiety could eat his for breakfast

★ he doesn’t recognize that you’re dealing with social anxiety because his social anxiety is telling him that you actually hate his guts and that’s why you run away every time you see him

★ luckily, harvey figures out that it’s your social anxiety and not that you hate him; unfortunately, he discovers it when you have a panic attack in front of him because you couldn’t get the words out to order something at the saloon

★ he manages to override his own social anxiety in order to help you through your panic attack

★ once you calm down, harvey reveals that he also has social anxiety and you two end up finding common ground on the topic, able to talk to one another without the other person losing their mind

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I’ve been thinking about your disability write-a-thon and I’ve been eating it up!

Could you do something with a farmer that has POTs and Ehlers Danlos? (..Maybe a dash of ADHD too..). I have many SDV loves, this can be romantic, platonic, or a bit about the community being supportive as a whole. For characters Sam, Elliot, and Haley are my usual top three for friendships. I also love the idea of George realizing he’s not alone and maybe a disability isn’t so bad:) I have such a soft spot for him.

Any length or type will do, I would love to read anything that you would come up with<3

a/n: omg i get to write about medical complexity!!! i’m medical complex so this ask makes me go :D enjoy!!!

warning: medical crisis

★ elliott, haley, and sam with a medically complex!farmer ★

elliott

★ he wasn’t aware of how much of a toll having multiple conditions was on a person until he saw you have a fainting episode and dislocate your shoulder in the same breath

★ gets him #educated on the ways to support someone with pots, eds, AND adhd; enlists harvey’s help to get the doctor side of it and reaches out to the medically complex community to get the personal side of it

★ when he writes his next book, he makes sure to include some characters that either have pots, eds, or adhd because 1) there needs to be more disabled rep in literature and 2) he wants you to be seen

haley

★ thinks you’re just joking about your conditions (she’s a bit insensitive at first) but immediately changes her mind when she sees you leaving the clinic with a big bump on your forehead and a sling around your arm from an episode

★ gives you tough love when it comes to managing your conditions, saying stuff like “you need to drink your water today!” or “hey, no party tricks! that’s how you fucked up your wrist last time!”

★ she works with emily to make you fashionable compression socks and sleeves for your pots, you deserve to rock in style

sam

★ dude has adhd so he gets that part but he’s a little confused and kinda uneducated about pots & eds

★ keeps helpful aids like fidget toys (he always had one on hand before meeting you), electrolyte powder, and topical pain relief cream

★ tries his best to be mindful of how tight he hugs you or when he skateboards near you because he doesn’t want to cause a dislocation or any form of hurt

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★ elliott with a farmer who frequently faints ★

★ the first time elliott witnessed you faint gave him a literally heart attack but he managed to catch you in time before you could collide with the floor

★ he carried you off to the clinic and upon arrival, harvey busted out laughing at the sight of your unconscious body, much to elliott’s horror

★ “dr. harvey?? why are you laughing?! they’re unconscious and need treatment!”

★ harvey merely smiled at elliott and whipped out a packet of smelling salts, holding it by your nose; you sprung awake only a few moments later

★ after that incident and an explanation from you, elliott started packing items to use in the event that you fainted

★ smelling salts, a water bottle, a few snacks, a small towel to fold up and prop your head on, etc.

★ he soon became accustomed to your fainting spells and like harvey, he would often chuckle to himself at the sight of others’ horrified reactions to you fainting

★ elliott incorporates your tendency to faint in his little flirts towards you, such as “you’re simply drop dead gorgeous” or “i cannot believe the sight of me makes you faint”

★ dude’s a cheesy guy but cares and looks after you as much as he can

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Okay hear me out, Elliott as an author is inspired by the male farmer who is a failed musician due to being deaf. The basic scenario is like ‘oh you have a piano? I used to play it’s and Elliotts then blown away by how beautiful they play it.

a/n: delayed post but nonetheless, enjoy (did my best to research for this fic but if i made any oops, lemme know)

word count: 874

warnings: ableism

summary: you wow elliott with your piano skills and stroke the flames of the writer’s creativity

★ hammerklavier - elliott x deaf!farmer ★

Elliott’s fingers lightly traced against the worn out keys, as he played a simple melody on the piano. Over and over, he played the melody, his hands switching keys effortlessly. Yet, a tap on the shoulder brought him back into reality. Elliott turned around and smiled at the sight of you, his dear friend and local farmer. He held up his hands and signed to you, “Hello, (Y/N). It’s nice to see you! How are you today?”

Your motions were ecstatic in their movement, as you signed back to him, “I’m well, thank you! I didn’t know you had a piano.”

“Yes,” he nodded in tangent with the sign for ‘yes’, “It’s one of the few things I brought with me from home. It was my grandmother’s.”

“Can I play it?” you asked, head tilted like a curious cat, “I haven’t played in ages and I’m itching-” you scratched your upper arm hard as you signed, “-to try again.”

“Be my guest,” the redhead rose from the seat and gestured to you to sit down. You took your place at the piano and hovered your hands above the keys, fingers barely touching the porcelain surface. Elliott waited quietly for you to play, eager to see you in action. In one swift motion, you launched into a rendition of Beethoven’s Hammerklavier.

Your hands masterfully jumped from key to key, the tempo impossible to keep track of. Elliott’s eyes darted side to side while you played, similar to a metronome. The cabin walls vibrated from the sound of your piano playing, unnaturally so. It was as if Elliott was transported back in time to one of Beethoven’s many performances, simply in awe of your skill and dedication.

You found yourself lost in the music, the vibrations rattling your body sweetly. No longer were you in Elliott’s weathered cabin but on a soundstage in front of hundreds, the warmth of the stage lights casting a glow on your skin. Your head swung hypnotically to the beat, movements erratic but full of purpose. The song raged on for the next half an hour or so, as you continued to wow Elliott with your musical abilities.

In one final motion, you concluded the song with a sharp jab at the piano keys, the vibrations radiating around your fingers. You panted a bit, surprised by the amount of energy you put in that piece. A hand rested itself on your shoulder and squeezed it; you peered up at Elliott, who beamed down upon you. He held up both of his hands and shook them side to side, applauding you for your performance. You chuckled softly and thanked him with a smile. With enthusiasm in his signs, Elliott exclaimed to you, “That was simply spectacular! Where did you learn how to play such a layered sontara?”

You gently grazed the piano keys with a sad twinkle in your eyes before signing back to the redhead, “I grew up playing the piano, my mother was a pianist herself and wanted me to carry on the tradition. I ended up attending the ZuZu City Conservatory and secured a spot in its opera.”

“I thought you worked at Joja, though?” asked Elliott, brows furrowed and lip protruding for emphasis. You pressed your lips together and answered, “I was run out of my position by a competitor of mine. The night of a big performance for the governor, she sabotaged my sensory bracelet and I couldn’t follow along with the singing because of it. I ended up-” you let out a shaky sigh, “I ended up embarrassing the whole opera in front of some very important people, a mistake that cost a lot of damage to the company’s reputation… so they fired me.”

Elliott balled his hands into fists, face steaming with anger at your explanation. He attempted to sign a response back to you, but his anger clouded any means of communication with you, as he struggled to remember the correct signs. Defeated, the redhead resorted to something that he knew would convey his response best to you, he embraced you tightly in his arms. You stiffened slightly from his touch, but soon found yourself relaxing into the embrace.

“You’re always welcome to visit my cabin and play,” stated Elliott after he freed you from the hug. You gave him a nod, “Thank you,” you sniffled a bit and blinked back tears, “I miss playing.”

“I’m more than happy to be your audience,” the writer added. You snorted, “Duly noted,” and rose from the piano, “I hate to leave now, but I should get back to work.”

“No worries!” replied Elliott, as he closed the case over the piano keys, “Will I be seeing you at the saloon tonight?”

“You know it,” you winked at the writer. You then gave him a wave and exited his cabin, Elliott staring at the door until it finally closed shut. A spark suddenly lit inside his chest and Elliott leapt towards his chest, grabbing the nearest blank paper. Quill in hand and ink by his hand, he began to write and write and write until his hand cramped up.

A deaf musician showing the world how capable they truly are… Now, that’s a masterpiece to be told.

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I'd like to request for your Write a thon :3 Headcanons for sdv Elliot with a Hard of Hearing/Deaf reader. (I personally am severely Hoh, and I get overwhelmed by sounds, I take breaks from my hearing aids sometimes) just curious what his reaction would be finding out/knowing someone has hearing loss. Also, keep up with your awesome writing. Your stories are lovely to read

a/n: a special disclaimer for this one! i'm not hoh or deaf but because of past exposure to the community and research, i want to make people aware of d/Deaf culture. this work will focus on deafness from that lens and i hope it will help folks learn about the d/Deaf community's beautiful culture and history! and thank you so much, my friend, for the kind words <3 enjoy!

★ elliott's reaction to learning that the farmer's hoh/deaf ★

★ like most hearing people, elliott was very ignorant about deafness and the deaf community until he met you, the farmer

★ like he's just chilling with you on the docks outside of where the luau is being hosted and you go "okay, hearing break" and pop out your hearing aids???

★ dude's a lil... he lacks awareness of his surroundings at times and this is just one of the many times

★ he's staring at the hearing aids, then at you, then back at the hearing aids and just.... sits there until you put them back in

★ "you're deaf??" / "you didn't know??" / "no!!!" / "damn alr"

★ after the revelation, elliott had a lot of questions and curiosity; perhaps it was part of his overarching curiosity and interest in you or maybe he just wanted to learn

★ either way, you were happy to educate him, as long as he took you out at the saloon to compensate for the labor

★ so at least once a week, the two of you would go to the saloon and you would tell elliott about being a d/Deaf person and d/Deaf culture

★ elliott was simply in awe over how vibrant and unique the d/Deaf community was, he always took notes in his little travel notebook

★ you informed him about the little 'd' and big 'D' labels in d/Deaf culture and how you used the little 'd' because you lost part of your hearing at an older age and weren't as immersed with the d/Deaf community as your other d/Deaf friends

★ your conservations end up inspiring elliott to feature a d/Deaf character in his next book; he tells you and you immediately offer to take him to the next silent banquet in ZuZu City so he can meet members of the community

★ the silent banquet was very interesting but elliott was hopelessly confused when everyone was signing everything to one another; you at least taught him how to fingerspell... he wasn't very good at it

★ "elliott, you just signed your name as A-L-L-I-O-T" / "i thought this was 'e' / "no, that's 'a', silly" / "oh no D:"

★ as his relationship with you grew, elliott would often attend the silent banquets with you and soon, pick up some signs

★ he's no means fluent but he loves to do so because of how bright your smile gets when he's able to sign with you

★ and if your relationship reaches to the point of marriage... know that he signs and speaks his vows to you <3

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Hello! I just found your page and I think this is such a cool concept for a write-a-thon. If you get around to it could you the bachelor/ettes reacting to the farmer stimming? I have lots of different ones so feel free to do whatever!

If you’d rather just do a few, I’d like to see any combination of Sam, Sebastian, Shane, Haley, or Penny please. Thank you lots for your time! I hope you enjoy writing these :)

a/n: combining these two requests into one :D hope you all enjoy!

warnings: self-destructive stimming, ableist mircoagression in shane's part (he repents i prommy)

★ sdv bachelor/ettes seeing the farmer stim for the first time ★

abigail

★ you hand flap in front of her for the first time after she gives you a cool rock she found in the mines

★ gets all excited because you’re excited and it’s very cute

★ “i’m glad you like the rock! i’ll make sure to get you more so i can see how happy you are” she doesn't realize that you stim whenever but hey, at least you get more rocks

alex

★ baby boy is confuzzled when you start repeating the phrase "eat my ass like a christmas tree" to yourself (author: this was one of my vocal stims for the longest time)

★ "how do you eat ass like a christmas tree????"

★ when you explain that it's a vocal stim, he just gives you a thumbs up and tells you that your stims are kinda funny to watch /lh

elliott

★ sees you full body rocking for the and is concerned

★ "my dear, is everything alright? do you need anything?" bro is ready to get you anything and everything you need, he wants you to be okay

★ immediate sigh of relief when you explain that it's a stim and informs you that you can stim whenever you need to in front of him

emily

★ she stims too, baby girl is autistic

★ sees you rubbing your cheeks with your thumbs and immediately knows that you're stimming

★ prompts her to start stimming with you, hers is humming while rubbing her knuckles #neurodivergentbesties or #neurodivergentlovers

harvey

★ dude's a doctor so when he sees you snapping your fingers repeatedly, he knows that you're stimming

★ makes sure that you're not stimming cuz you're overwhelmed or anything, he wants the best for you

★ can't help but smile like a goober when you stim, he loves every part of you

haley

★ i honestly can hc her as autistic (emily and haley the autism sisters but in differet fonts) and she stims by twirling her hair

★ acts nonchalant when she sees you stim for the first with tongue clicking but your stim's volume kinda overwhelms her

★ has to go in another room while you stim cuz of it but she makes sure to let you know that it's because she's volume sensitive and not because she hates your stimming

leah

★ literally goes :D when you stim for the first time by tugging on your left ear, she finds your stimming silly and unique

★ will death glare anyone who stares or makes a mean comment about your stimming (woman has a lumberjack bod, she can kill a man without hesitation)

maru

★ also stims by biting on her knuckles (she's trying to find a less destructive stim) but she gets surprised by your vocal stimming when you repeat "making my way downtown with a glock, your ass gonna get shot, pow pow pow"

★ legit asks you why that's your stim

★ tries not to bust out laughing when you do that vocal stim of yours in front of her dad (-500 friendship points with demetrius)

penny

★ vincent's neurodivergent so she's familar with stimming and such, she's good at helping to redirect self-destructive stimming

★ almost freaks out when you bite the inside of your cheeks repeatedly as your stim, she's scared that your mouth was gonna be full of blood cuz of it

★ helps you to replace that stim with a safer one, making popping sounds with your mouth

sam

★ certified vocal stimmer this man is and boy, has it gotten him in trouble

★ his face legit goes :OO when he sees you vocal stimming for the first time

★ the two of you accidentally give the other terrible things to vocal stim ("assfucker", "titty stitches", "smoke ass and eat grass")

sebastian

★ surrounded by neurodivergents, he cannot escape (he's also nd but the acquired kind so his brain got all fucked up and he can't socialize good)

★ facepalms when he sees you singing randomly for the first, an immediate clock that you're stimming and you're another neurodivergent fucker that he's stuck with /pos

★ sometimes stims with you, his stim is soft humming

shane

★ dumbass, bro is a dumbass and clueless about a lotta stuff, such as stimming

★ seeing you hand flapping for the first time and goes "wtf are you five or smth??"

★ gets his ass beat by you for being a meanie about it but he later does research on stimming and tries his best to be more understanding of it

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As a transmasc with autism who also happens to be named Bee… could I kindly request for some headcanons with Elliott (or any other bachelor(ette)) and a farmer who has autism and gets exhausted easily? ♪(´ε｀ )

Love your work btw!! (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)

a/n: we’re twins!!! tysm for the support and compliment, my friend! hope you like this

★ elliott with an easily exhausted autistic!farmer ★

★ lets borrow his bed in his cabin if you stop by while he’s working at his writing desk and you need rest

★ keeps a small bag that has a water bottle, ear plugs, fidgets, and other essentials for when you both go to places that can potentially cause sensory overload

★ the two of you have lots of cuddle hangouts where you cuddle one another after a long day’s work

★ elliott loves when you yap about your special interest(s), he’s utterly mesmerized by your passion and finds himself coming out of every conversation with a new fact or tidbit

★ after marriage, he does his best to help out on the farm when you’re particularly burned out and exhausted from yesterday, whether it be watering the crops or feeding the farm animals

★ likes to gift you trinkets or homemade art (mainly poems) that relate to your special interest(s)