#i'd been wanting to try their omelettes for a while now... guess i will have to wait a lil longer 😔

[foolstower]

Pomegranates & Brunch

Elliot x reader (Stardew valley)

A/n: obsessed with the dew rn

Pomegranates.

A peculiar little fruit that you didn't much care for until you moved to Stardew valley. Cracking one open you could see it's ruby red seeds gleam under the sunlight. Maybe he'll come by today. He'll ask, how are you? With a smile. His voice carries with the wind and draws your attention each time. You try to say something different each day. Hoping one of the topics will keep him around longer than usual. But it's always ends the same.

You give him a pomegranate. Like you have everyday this fall.

Picking two more pomegranates from the tree, you gingerly place them in the woven basket you were using to harvest all of your produce today.

It's been two seasons since you moved to the valley and you never would have guessed that the tree growing on your property would bear such beautiful fruit. When you first got here you noticed this tree was one of the few well kept things on the property. You soon found out that one of the valleys locals had been making trips out to the farm since he'd moved here. He said it was the only place close that he could get pomegranates anymore, so he'd come out and make sure the tree was doing ok. He came by when you moved in to ask if he could buy the fruits from you since you'd be living there from now on. You'd told him not to worry about it, he was more than welcome to stop by in the fall and take as many as he wanted, it could be a way of thanking him for keeping it healthy for so long.

but it was only half the truth. You were mesmerized from the moment you met him. He can take whatever he wants.

Continuing on to the barns, you promptly gave you're cows some amaranth you had stored away and a pat on the head. Then you made your way over to the coops to gathered eggs. Maybe you'll make breakfast this morning? Fresh eggs didn't sound so bad with a side of toast and some bacon. Your stomach started growling just thinking about it. That's what happens when you skip breakfast in favor of brunch to get things done early. You tried to ignore the slightly queezy feeling in your gut and continued on. The plan was to make a trip to Pierre's for some more pumpkin seeds before you notice a ginger head at the entrance of your farm.

You started your slow trek towards him, basket heavier now that it contained more items and the heat was sweltering. He looked more casual today, in a beige knitted sweater and jeans. His demeanor seemed more lax too. Did something good happen?

The breeze felt amazing once you made it to the steps of your home. Elliot met you there and you both took a seat together. You placed the basket down next to you and couldn't stop the yawn that released now that you'd finally relaxed.

"You look absolutely exhausted. Are you alright?" He asked, concern laced in every word. You turned to face him, and smiled. He was right, you were in fact extremely tired. The only thing keeping you going was a coffee break you had an hour ago.

"I'll be ok. I skipped breakfast this morning, but I was actually about to go inside soon and cook up something." You said. You looked at the eggs and milk in your basket and briefly fantasized about what kind of omelette you could make. When you looked back at Elliot he was staring at the basket too seemingly deep in thought. You quirked a brow. What's he thinking about?

"If its ok.. will you allow me to cook for you today?" The offer floated around in the air for a minute while you triple checked if you heard that right. "Listen, I know I mostly use these hands for writing but I'd like to think I'm a pretty good cook too." He said confidently. "Plus you've been a pleasure to be around since you got here. Let me thank you." He added, voice borderlining a teaseing tone. You blushed at that but more at the fact that he would be coming into your house. You can't remember if it was clean. Did you wash the dishes? How could he cook if the dishes are dirty... Oh well if anything you can just clean as he cooks. Plus how could you pass up a home cooked meal from the man of your dreams?

"Ok! I think I would like that actually." You say finally convinced. Standing up from your spot on the steps, you make your way toward the door. You leave the watering can next to the porch and pick up the basket. "Sorry if my place is a mess." You half mumbled as you grabbed the door knob and opened it up.

"Algae literally grows on my floorboards y/n."

"Touche."

Upon entering your home you noticed that the dishes were in fact dirty but it wasn't a mountain by any means. There were still clean pans and other utensils to be able to cook effectively.

"You have a very welcoming home, it's definitely yours." He admired, observing the various pieces of art on the wall and potted plants scattered around every possible area. It was cute.

"Thank you. I've always loved these things and didn't know I would find so many gems in the Valley." You fondly think of the traveling merchant. She's introduced you to so many things since being here.

"I wish I would've known, there's so many things I've seen that would fit perfectly in here." He thought back to all the things hes seen that's reminded him of you since meeting. You're so nice and he's been wanting to return the favor for all the gift you've given him. "Sorry I got sidetracked, two fridges? Which one should I use?" He questioned.

"I keep most things in the big fridge but if you need something else check the mini fridge." You told him as you picked up the sponge near the sink and lathered it up with soap. Turning on the faucet you started washing the spoons and forks. Elliot came up to the right of you and after a few clicks from the gas stove, it lit up. He placed a pan on top of the burner and then started to gather his ingredients from the fridge. He already looked handsome without trying but seeing him in the coziness of your home, cooking for you, made him undeniably more attractive.

You looked back at the dishes in your hands and started washing the plates. Thoughts of what it'd be like to have him in your life doing this everyday danced through your head. A soft grin sat comfortably on your face. You could hear the soft clinks of a metal fork hitting the bottom of a glass bowl as he stired eggs, milk and other seasoning into the mix. You didn't notice that he had tied his hair back into a loose ponytail and rolled his sleeves up to his elbow.

You put away the last dish and dried your hands. The kitchen was starting to smell delicious as he chopped up some spinach to put in the omelette that he had cooking in one of the skillets. Bacon was now sizzling on a second pan and a loaf of bread sitting to the side to get toasted later. You put on some coffee and grabbed two red cups from your pantry. After waiting about a ten minutes, poured two cups and placed them at the kitchen table and took a seat. A book sat on the table that Elliot had given you a few weeks ago. When you had first gotten 'Camellia Station' you were non-stop reading but as summer ended and fall began you had gotten too busy to wrap it up. Taking a sip of the coffee, you grabbed it and opened it up to where you had left off. There were only a few more chapters until the end.

It wasn't long before a plate was gracefully placed in front of you. An omelette that took up half of the dish, a few pieces of bacon, and two pieces of toast with butter spread on top. Green leaves were mixed into a soft fluffy yellow, freshly shredded cheese oozed from the center. You closed the book and sat it back in its place.

"Wow Elliot... This looks amazing!" You cheered. Your stomach started growling on cue as Elliot sat down in the seat opposite of you. A soft pink coated his cheeks at the compliment making you gush on the inside.

"It's not a problem at all, I hope it tastes as good as it looks." He nervously chuckled. He'd never really cooked for others since moving here. With no kitchen in his cabin and no one to really cook for there was never a need to go out of his way to do something like that. But after all you've helped him with he hoped that it came out at least ok.

You cut into the omelette a took the first bite. His hopes came true. The omelette was perfectly cooked, seasoned, and the cheese melted perfectly. You would dare say this is the best damned omelette you've ever had.

Elliot was pleased with what he saw. The look of pure satisfaction on your face was all the thanks he needed to be able to dig into his own omelette. His wasn't as perfect as yours was, considering his was the practice trial before making the the other one. It was still just as good however.

Though Elliot wasn't lying when he said he was making this breakfast to thank you for hanging out with him, he was also here to thank you for something else. Within the time span of knowing you he'd never experienced such a rush of creativity. Before he knew it he'd written a whole book by the end of summer. That very same book was now being recognized worldwide and he thought he should come clean about how exactly he got the idea for this novel.

"That was so goooood." You sighed looking at the empty plate Infront of you. Your stomach that used to be churning was now full and you felt like you had enough energy to power you into tomorrow.

Elliot chuckled softly and took a sip of his coffee before sitting it back down on the table. "Thank you, I'm glad it was to your liking." He glanced at his also empty plate as you picked them both up and took them to the sink. He debated how he should even bring the topic up. So many ways he could say this but none of them sounded right for you.

"Elliot, you ok? You seem deep in thought." You prodded. He had an elbow on the table with his cheek resting on the back of his fingers. His brows were knitted together but relaxed once his gaze landed on you.

"Im fine but if I'm being honest I did come here with other intentions." He said his olive green eyes stared at you for a second before continuing. "I need to confess something to you." He admitted.

Taking your place back in your seat, you gave him a questioning look. A confession?

"Oh? What about?" You said trying to hide the nervousness in your throat.

"Well, you've been a great inspiration to me, and I did come over today to thank you but not just for hanging out with me." He said gesturing to the book sitting on the center of the table. "Camellia station. It's a book I always had a general idea about. I knew how I wanted it to go but I never knew how to take it there." He said picking it up from the center of the table. "it actually wasn't until the beginning of this year that I was able to find the motivation to write it..... It was when I met you." He stated, Absolutely loving the scarlet that coated your cheeks at that last bit.

"When you met me?" The only thing on your mind.

"Yes, I met you and your presence brought a wave of complex feelings that helped me write this novel." He confirmed. He flipped to a page in the book and read one of the paragraphs aloud.

"Gozman had never met someone quite like Clara before. She had a certain allure that had her on his mind night and day. She was a hard worker with a kind soul and took time out of her busy life to always chat with him when he travelled. He doubt she knew considering she was a busy woman. But whenever he'd book his flights he'd always try and book her's. She brightened up his life a little and he found himself wanting to be around her more and more each passing moment." He read to you. His voice was soothing and deep. You stared on in wonder. Confused on where this was going but liking it none the less. This is the longest he's stayed around before and you don't mind one bit.

He closed the book and held it in his hands, reminiscing all the other lines he wrote with you in the back of his mind. His muse, you were a drop of fresh water that allowed his creative soul to blossom again. In his mind he would never be able to really make up for just how much you've truly helped him.

"You were the one on my mind when I wrote that paragraph. When I think of you, I get unusually creative. You've really helped me open up more as a writer and describe things in a way I never have before." He said. "I'm sorry if this is coming on too strong but I think you know what I'm trying to say. Don't you y/n?" He said taking your hand in his, he gently rubbed the top of your knuckles. This definitely wasn't his plan when he came over but here was no backing out now.

"Do I know what you're trying to say?" You asked. Half a tease and also genuine. Now was not the time to make any wrong assumptions. But how wrong could the assumption be when he's rubbing comforting circles into your acheing hand? He smiled.

"It means I like you. I haven't known you for even a year, yet you've inspired one of my greatest works. You're charming and I can't help but feel invigorated when you're around." He gave you're hand a comforting squeeze as you stared at him in disbelief. "I didn't come here with a bouquet but I would be honored if you'd be mine." He finishes looking up at you.

You're a mess. You don't know what to say, not that you don't accept his confession but how do you react to that? You're heart was racing so fast that the adrenaline was making you shake a bit. This made Elliot look at you with a bit of worry. Maybe he did come on too strong?

"I-im sorry I didn't mean to-"

"I love you!!" You blurted out. Immediately you covered your mouth you can't believe you just did that but you saw how worried he looked and that was the quickest way you could think to dissolve those fears. He looked at you shocked, not even he expected such a bold proclamation from you. You quickly gathered yourself and continued. "I think I knew I liked you too when I started obsessively harvesting pomegranates to give to you. I didn't know how else to convey my feelings for you, but knew you loved these fruits so I took extra care of the tree and harvested it's fruit everyday." You said finally confessing your feelings to him as well. You both relaxed. You stood up and headed to the woven basket where the pomegranates you picked this morning still rested and picked out the biggest one of the two. You made your way back and stood in front on Elliot, offering him the fruit.

"I don't have a bouquet either. But you can take this pomegranate from me again today, as a sign of my affection for you. Like it always has been." You softly stated to him. He took it from your hand and softly set it on the table next to the book before standing up and holding your hands, his right hand trailed up your arm to cradle your face.

"I love you too, my skills with words are unmatched but I can't think of any ways to properly tell you thank you enough." His hand gently slid down your cheek slightly and his thumb traced over your lips. "Allow me to show you?" He whispered. You answered by closing the gap. Your lips melted together like they belonged to each other. Your hands made it up to his chest and his made their way to your hips. He gave them a firm squeeze and backed you up against the table. A soft sound escaped the back of your throat and he lifted you onto the table. your arms were wrapped around his neck and he had a hand still on your hip and the other on your thigh when you finally broke the kiss. You both sighed trying to catch your breathes. Red dusted both of your faces, he definitely wasn't going home anytime soon.

"You're gonna stay and cook dinner too right? I can make it worth your while." You said hand coming down to trail suggestive circles on his chest. He blushed but softly laughed.

"Anything for you my dear, anything you want."

[rayayraphael]

An Intro Post???

Yeah after over three years on this website finally making an intro post. Enjoy.

I'm Ray, I use any pronouns but default to they/them. Or whatever pronouns you think of me as in your own head. My pronouns are your problem now I guess. I would consider myself to be agender or nonbinary, and gray asexual and panromantic.

I'm 19 and in college in New England of the US right now, but I grew up in the midwest so you might hear me talk about that sometimes alongside whining about college. Also though I am over 18, I don't ever post anything sexually explicit or anything, though I do curse some. I'm studying physics right now at college and calc is kicking my ass.

More detail under the cut:

I write fanfic some; I'm under the same username on AO3. I also do art. I'm primarily a traditional artist but I am trying to get back into digital. I don't do commissions but I every once and a while do requests, though not of ocs unless we're, like, casual acquaintances. Like you gotta be like a coworker to me before I'll draw your oc just cause you asked. As for writing requests, you can always send me ideas or we can bounce thoughts back and forth on this digital pingpong table. There probably won't be a full length fic out of it tho unless I was already planning on it, really like the idea, or it's about math. If you want me to write about math, send it to my terrible little sideblog: @math-imagines. Why do I write reader-inserts about math? Because it helps me study. I also think it's super funny to put my entire heart and soul into what is ultimately a glorified textbook. I also play piano and trombone. Both I have won several awards for and both I'm probably gonna continue to play for the rest of my life. I love them both with my whole being. My piano's name is Clara after Clara Oswald and my trombone is my baby and I would give them the world.

As far as fandoms/interests go, I can divide the one's I'm involved with into three categories: I'll always be into, I'm really into right now, and I have been into at one point and will probably still reblog some stuff if I see it around/I'm not involved with the fandom but I enjoy seeing it around. These lists might change over time and I'll probably update them accordingly. I'll always be into: Doctor Who, space, cats probably, music performance/instruments, epidemiology I'm really into right now: Sonic the Hedgehog, HLVRAI (unfortunately. I blame my college bestie for this one), Cult of the Lamb I have been into/I enjoy or am familiar with: TMNT, Merlin, Sherlock Holmes, Deadpool, Madoka Magica, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, ATLA, Gravity Falls, herpetology, Tobey Maguiderman, Venom, Spamton (I think he's a funny guy and I like to see him around but I do not have the full context nor have I played the game and I'd like to keep it that way for now), Criminal Minds, Superman (I dig his vibe)

Btw:

ANY USAMERICANS READING THIS SHOULD FUCKING VOTE ON TUESDAY IF YOU ARE ABLE! GET YOUR ASS TO THAT VOTING BOOTH! I'M NOT EVEN FUCKING ELECTIONEERING IT'S A FUCKING CIVIC DUTY!

ahem

Here's my tags you can peruse when looking at my page to find my creations

#evilarttag <- For my art

#evilwritingtag <- For my writing

#eviloctag <- For my one oc I ever post about (that fruit fly)

#The Saga Of Unmarketable Plushes <- For my various shitty sewing projects who have zany misadventures. I have a lot more content of this than what I post but IDK if there's much interest in homemade mostly cult of the lamb plushes making omelettes. (I mean my friends thought it was funny but will tumblr? Debatable)

#cot(0) <- My shitpost tag, also a math joke if you know you know (I'll tell you anyway cot(0) is undefined and thus meaningless)

#Rayvents <- When I'm bein a buzzkill. Block if you wanna.

Now you know about me. Have a piece of the unit circle pizza. [Party noisemaker vwooo]

[dapper-comedy]

missin my regular breakfast diner place....

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Notice Chapter 10.5

But she was his submissive. She'd signed the contract. She remembered how he'd come to her room, after the time they'd spent with his parents. After a short scene, he'd carried her to bed. She'd fallen asleep in her allotted place only to wake hours later to find him sitting on the bed, watching her. Had he been there all night? She'd dismissed that idea as he'd been wearing his silk pyjama pants and not those jeans.

He'd looked so forlorn, as he asked her if she needed time to herself and she'd told him yes. From their first meeting, Y/N knew he carried so many secrets. Hardly without conscious thought, she'd recognised a damaged soul... his fifty shades of fucked up, as he described himself.

In that moment of waking, she'd wanted to wipe away that hurt, so she'd offered him the only thing she could. She'd agreed to sign his contract and she'd been rewarded with a shy smile and a surge of joy which had lit up his blue gaze. At least if she stuck around, she might discover his terrible secrets which seemed to haunt him and help him come to terms with his past. But to do that she had to stay with him. What if he'd decided she wasn't a good enough sub and had chosen to cancel the contract?

Panic started to swell within her chest as she contemplated a life without Michael, though perhaps that would be best. She felt so conflicted. Now she'd experienced what he meant as a punishment, her brain told her that leaving would be a sensible outcome. How could she stay with someone who wanted to whip her with a belt? Her heart, however, rebelled. She loved him... truly. Perhaps the short spell of physical pain would be less than the endless heartache of never seeing Michael again. What had he done to her that she would even think like that? Was she the biggest, sappiest idiot on Earth?

She pushed herself upright and caught the sound of water falling. Slowly she could distinguish between the rain hitting the window and the sound of the shower in Michael's bathroom. Relief flooded through her, lovestruck fool that she was. Ignoring her groaning muscles and stinging ass, she went to join him in the shower.

Y/N meant to surprise him, but he sensed her presence before she slid open the glass doors.

"You're meant to be sleeping," he scolded, though his tone was not that of a Dom.

"I woke and felt lonely," Y/N replied, stepping under the waterfall, slipping her arms around his waist. She'd learned that this was an acceptable area to be touched.

"I'm sorry. You looked so peaceful wrapped up in my sheets and I knew you'd be sore once you were conscious." His hand holding the sponge swept lightly down her spine to rest on her ass, while the other cupped her cheek. "How do you feel... and don't foist me off."

"I ache all over, but that's because my Dom keeps me very busy," she told him with a teasing smile. "And my bottom stings, though I guess it could be worse. I was told I would get six belts but was spared two..."

The hand on her face, hushed her mouth. "Don't! That was my decision. You'd had enough, even if you were misguided and brave enough to continue. Y/N, if this relationship is going to work, you have to be honest and tell me how it is for you and not what you think I want to hear." He tipped up her chin, till he could see her eyes. "Will you do that for me from now on? Remember the word Red?"

"Yes! I will." She smiled shyly and was pleased when he returned her grin.

"Fine. Now let's get you cleaned up and see to your aches and pains. We'll have breakfast and then we need to talk." His voice was stern, but not intimidating, so Y/N decided not to argue, though she'd prefer to get down to discussing where their arrangement would go next as soon as possible.

Again, Y/N surrendered to having him massage her butt cheeks with arnica cream, after all, it did reduce the burning sensation. Once she'd dressed, Michael escorted her to the breakfast bar where their already laid out their breakfasts, an omelette for Michael and granola with yoghurt and fruit for her. Given the state of her anxiety, she wasn't sure she could finish even this light meal, but one look at Michael let her know he wouldn't accept anything but an empty plate. Thank goodness that once she started eating, she found her appetite, realising that she probably needed the energy for the discussion ahead.

Looking around, Y/N realised they were alone and that made her uneasy. Almost reading her thoughts, Michael leaned closer and whispered, "Don't look so worried. I'm not mad and we can work this out if you wish. I want to... more than anything."

This assurance gave Y/N more courage and without hesitation she finished her meal, before taking Michael's proffered hand and following him into his office.

"Please, sit down." He pointed to the small two seater couch against the back wall and walked over to his desk, but instead of taking the chair behind his desk, he retrieved a file in a blue folder and came to sit beside her. "This is a revised contract. I spent a lot of the night trying to figure out what you'd agree to and came up with this." He removed the sheets from the file and pushed them towards her. "I'd like you to read it and tell me if you'll sign it." For a moment there was silence before he continued in a quieter voice which held an edge of anxiety. Clearly Michael wasn't as calm as he appeared. "I really hope you will. I don't want to lose you, Y/N."