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[lily-alphonse]

Hi for Stardew Valley fanfic requests what will automatically make you say no?

Hi! Good question, I hadn't even thought about this (clearly new to tumblr still lol) I'm open to a lot of things, smut is obviously fine, but I won't write A/B/O. I unfortunately don't have an exhaustive list of turn-offs to show yet so mostly I'll just say it's a case-by-case for now. Also I don't like Kent lmao. But I'm a huge multishipper so I'm open to hearing people out on ships.

People I recognize as active members of my community either here or on AO3 from comments and such will get priority.

Thanks for the ask!

[mancandykings]

Can we suggest actors?

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[xi0w]

Hi how long will commissions be open?

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[honey-crypt]

NOW OR NEVER — sam (sdv) x reader

media: stardew valley

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of war

requested by: @luxurylives

summary: sam seeks support from his crush, farmer (y/n), after they overhear a family spat. yet, a proposal from flirty part-time bartender masahi has sam in a tailspin, as he’s forced to grapple with confessing his feelings to (y/n). 

author’s note: my first fic since revitalizing my fanfic writing career! hope you all enjoy :)

“Sam, please,” the desperation in Jodi’s voice was evident. She grasped onto her husband Kent’s arm, the soldier staring down his son blankly. Sam, lacking his usual cheerful disposition, stood across from them with arms crossed.

“You can’t be serious,” his voice was low, almost a growl. Jodi averted her gaze, her grip on Kent’s arm tightening. In an effort to reassure his wife, Kent began to rub her back tenderly while moving forward with the discussion, “Son, I know this is going to be a hard change but it’s necessary.”

“What’s necessary? The fact that we gotta lose you again to the fucking military, huh?” the skater spat venom at his father, “That we’ve only had you back for one year and all of a sudden, you’re called back to the front lines!”

“That’s sadly a fact of life,” answered Kent. A small sob escaped Jodi’s lips and Kent pulled her into his chest, soothing her while she cried. Sam balled up his fists, feeling his cheeks redden from the heat of the summer and the heat of the revelation. Without a second thought, the blond stormed outside, the door slamming behind him and muffling Jodi’s wails.

“Yoba, Yoba fucking…” he began to curse at the All Mighty, enraged at the creator’s cruelty. Yet, before he could utter another blasphemous word, a familiar face greeted him before the front entrance, “Sammie?”

His flames of rage quickly fizzled out at the sight of (Y/N), the ever so kindhearted farmer. They cast their eyes down to the ground, adjusting their grip on their wicker basket, “I’m sorry. I was stopping by to deliver your mom her tomatoes and I, well…” they cleared their voice, “I’m sorry, but I overheard everything.”

Sam let out a frustrated sigh and combed his hands through his messy spikes, “Everything?”

“Yeah, everything,” the farmer reiterated.

“You can just… You should just leave them on the step. I’m sure my mom will get them in a second,” Sam stepped off the entrance floor mat, an image of a happy-go-fish with the words “Welcome to Our Home!” featured on it. (Y/N) gently set the basket of tomatoes on the mat and positioned them in just the right way so they remained under the roof’s shade. Sam walked a few feet forward, taking in the whooshing of the stream before him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” the farmer offered, staring at Sam with those pretty eyes he always admired.

“About my dad?”

“Yeah, or anything else that’s on your mind.”

Sam cracked a smile, the first one of his day, “Well, only ‘cuz I trust you,” he plopped down on the grass in front of the stream. The blond patted the space beside him and (Y/N) joined him, the pair admiring the water.

“They want my dad back in the war.”

“Yeah? How come?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. I kinda,” the skater hugged his knees to his chest, “I kinda didn’t have a chance before I lost it on Mom and Dad.”

(Y/N) offered Sam a sympathetic smile, holding out their hand for a moment. Sam grew flushed at the gesture but took the farmer’s hand, nonetheless. (Y/N)’s hand was surprisingly soft for someone doing hard labor year-round. Yet, they had a few callouses, just like the ones he got from guitar practice.

“He was a PoW. You’d think he would be exempted from having to go through that hell again but… I guess not.”

“It’s not fair,” the farmer mused, “You just got him back, less than a year ago!”

“That’s what I was saying!” exclaimed Sam, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand. The two locked eyes for a moment but Sam turned away, still holding on tight to their hand. A welcoming warmth filled his chest while he held the farmer’s hand, as memories of the past year flooded his mind. The late nights at the saloon, the banter at the festivals, the rainy days spent in his room together, every moment with (Y/N) filled Sam up with an indescribable sense of peace.

“I’ll always be here if you need anything, Sammie. I promise, okay?” the farmer’s words brought the blond back to reality.

“I appreciate that,” Sam replied with a small smile. He loosened his grasp on (Y/N)’s hand and soon confronted the emptiness that followed. (Y/N) leaned forward and grinned, they always had such a beautiful smile.

“(Y/N), I gotta ask—”

A sudden beep beep! cut Sam off, as a handsome man with slick honey blond hair waved to (Y/N) from his even more slick convertible, “(Y/N)! Sweets! There you are!”

(Y/N) blinked in surprise before pushing themself off the ground and dusting off their overalls, “Oh, Masahi, I didn’t think you would be bartending tonight at the saloon!”

“Because I’m not, darling,” the obnoxiously flirtatious and annoying man (at least to Sam) explained, “I’m in this part of the woods looking for you.”

“For me?” the farmer questioned, wiping a bead of sweat off their dirt caked forehead.

“Yes, you, silly!” Masahi chuckled, “I want to take you out to see an old friend of myself, I remember you mentioning how much you love her music.”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped in astonishment, “Masahi, are you serious?!”

“Yes, sweets, I’m serious. KiKi Kiwi is playing at the Juicer… tonight,” the bartender could barely hold back that ultra white pearly smile of his, earning a not-so-subtle glare from Sam, “So what do you say? Wanna be my plus one?”

“Oh, well…” (Y/N) eyed Sam, a small frown on their lips, “You’re going through it, though, Sammie. Do you need me for tonight?”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek, as he ping-ponged his focus between the concerned farmer and the cheeky bartender. Should I tell them that I need them tonight?

“No, it’s okay,” the skater plastered on a smile, “I know how much you love Kiki Kiwi, stink,” the farmer snorted at the nickname Sam bestowed upon them early in their friendship, “Just promise me that you’ll get me a shirt of hers?”

“I pinky promise!” the farmer shouted jubilantly. The two of them sealed the promise and Sam waved (Y/N) off, as they hopped in the convertible with Masahi. With a cocky smile gracing his lips, Masahi gave Sam a wink, “Later, Sammie!” drove off with (Y/N) in tote.

Once they were out of earshot, Sam kicked a nearby rock to unleash his anger, only to end up grunting in pain because of how sharp said rock was. Defeated, Sam collapsed on the grassy dip by the stream and huffed, staring up at the pinkish orange sky.

“I’m such a loser.”

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“And you just… let them go? Just like that?” Abigail hummed aloud, “Seriously? Just like that? Are you kidding me?”

Sam swatted at the pestering purple haired goth, as he laid sprawled about Sebastian’s couch. The aforementioned owner of the couch peered over his desktop to add on, “She’s right. You basically blew your chance.”

“Okay, okay! I did not basically blow my chance!” the skater countered, “I wasn’t gonna let them miss out on their chance to see their all-time favorite musician in the whole wide universe. What kinda friend would I be if I did?”

“A boyfriend, not a friend,” commented Abigail, who promptly received a flick to the forehead by Sam, “Hey!”

“Stop being a dick to me,” the blond grumbled, “I already got enough on my plate.”

Abigail frowned, “Sorry,” and added on, “I’m sure things will be fine, though. Masahi isn’t really (Y/N)’s type.”

Sam’s ears perked up like a puppy dog, “Huh, what? He isn’t?” which earned him a pair of chuckles from both Abigail and Sebastian.

“I don’t think (Y/N) really has a type,” the purple-haired girl continued, “I mean, they never really expressed any indication of a type to me. Hell, I’m not even that sure if they like men or not.”

“Oh,” the disappointment in Sam’s voice was evident but upon noticing the goths’ questioning stares, he backpedalled, “I mean, I mean liking girls is cool! People, regardless of junk and stuff, are cool!”

“And during Pride Month,” mumbled Sebastian with a mischievous scoff.

“And during Pride Month,” Abigail repeated in a similarly teasing manner.

Sam buried his face in his hands, “I don’t know what to do,” he murmured, “I probably did blow my chance,” the idea of (Y/N) being with Masahi in that way filled Sam’s stomach up in explosive balloons of acid, ready to pop from the slightest movement. His mind began to spiral, as Sam recounted each and every supposedly “intimate” moment he witnessed (Y/N) in by mistake.

That time he saw them and Elliott merrily drinking together at the saloon, the way the drunken ginger swung his arm haphazardly around their shoulder.

That time he saw them and Alex tossing the gridball around, the way the human equivalent of a protein shake grazed his hand against theirs when trying to retrieve the misplaced ball.

Yoba, even the times he saw them exchange giggles with Harvey and Shane!

The jealousy continued to rise and rise until Sam could

“I mean,” Sebastian’s voice drifted off with the echo of mouse clicks following behind, “Kiki Kiwi is performing at the Juicer in about an hour. If you make yourself presentable, I could drive you up there in a bit.”

The speed at which Sam went from zero to hero in his appearance was simply a miracle. Neither Sebastian nor Abigail had ever witnessed such a feat, as Sam returned with an outfit fit for a rooftop club scene; he sported a nearly all-black look that one might have confused him for Sebastian if it had not been for his spiky blond hair and the dash of color in his red Converse sneakers.

“That was quick,” answered Sebastian.

“Good luck, lover boy!” Abigail ushered the boys a farewell, as Sam held onto Sebastian’s back for dear life. The roar of the motorcycle rang through Sam’s ears, as a darkening skyline greeted them on the road towards ZuZu City.

Gaining entry to The Juicer appeared to be a daunting task, as a line of rabid Kiki Kiwi fans and club regulars nearly took up the whole block outside the club. Sam felt the vibrations of the opening act’s music pulsate through the ground beneath his feet. He eyed Sebastian for support, unsure how to proceed.

“Oh my God, is that you Sebby?”

Sam and Sebastian directed their attention to the voice calling out, the veiny bouncer guarding the door to The Juicer. Sebastian stared down the bouncer, his brain trying to process if the bouncer was speaking to him or another Sebastian, “Uhh…”

“This is crazy, it’s totally you!” the bouncer proclaimed, as he let a few attendees inside, “It’s me, Lily- well, I’m Liam now but we went to high school together!”

“Oh! Lil- Liam!” replied Sebastian. He gave Sam a subtle nod and walked up to the bouncer to chat, “Wow, man, you’re really jacked now, huh?”

With the bouncer occupied, Sam seized the moment to slip into the crowd of club-goers entering the establishment. Through a series of bumping into people and trying not to slam his face into a wall, Sam managed his way to the top of the building, music’s deep bass bouncing off all surfaces of the club. The skater maneuvered his way through the crowd of dancing drunks and couples displaying PDA that bordered the line of bedroom-only activities, his mind set on finding (Y/N). He tried to shout for them, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear anything else.

It felt like hours before Sam eventually found (Y/N) near the VIP area, the farmer happily chatting with a woman clad in neon green. Masahi stood behind (Y/N) with an almost wounded expression on his face, not able to get a word in; Sam had to suppress the grin trying to form on his face at the sight.

“(Y/N)!” shouted Sam. The farmer paused their conversation and whipped their head around, eyes landing on Sam, “Sammie? How did you- What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Masahi repeated, eyebrows quirked and arms crossed.

“Hi, I’m sorry, it’s a long story but can I please borrow you for just one second?” he pleaded with (Y/N), “I promise, it will only be for one second,” Sam added on for good measure.

(Y/N) exchanged glances between Sam and the woman in green, the latter of which flashed them a smile, “I’m sure we can resume our little chat after, dear. I should be prepping my voice right about now.”

(Y/N) returned the smile, “Okay! If not, it has been a huge honor talking with you!”

The woman in green waved the farmer off, the screams of excited club attendees filling the air while she walked towards backstage. With the woman, presumably Kiki Kiwi, gone, (Y/N) turned her attention to Masahi and stated, “I’ll be right back, okay? I just need to hear Sam out real quick!”

Masahi gave the farmer a firm nod, “Yes, of course. I’ll be waiting,” he glared down at Sam while the skater waltzed off with (Y/N) in possession. Finding the most private area possible, that being behind the crumbling walls of the bathrooms, Sam released his guiding grasp on the farmer, “Thank you for giving me this moment.”

“Of course, Sammie, but is everything okay? I thought you wanted me to come tonight,” questioned (Y/N).

“And I did- I do, I do want you to come out and enjoy yourself tonight,” the blond tripped over his words, “Your happiness means the most to me, of course I wanted you to see your favorite musician ever tonight.”

(Y/N) flashed Sam a giddy smile, “My happiness means the most to you?” to which the skater nodded feverishly, “Of course! Ever since we became friends, you’ve always been a priority of mine, someone I care deeply about and…” Sam steadied his voice, “I realized that tonight might be my only chance to say this so I’m just gonna say it.”

Sam gently took (Y/N) by the hands and held them against his chest, “(Y/N).”

“Yes, Sam?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

“No, (Y/N), I… I love you.”

The farmer’s eyes widened.

“You love me?”

“With all my heart.”

“Sammie, I- I-” with their words failing, there was only one way (Y/N) could respond and that was kissing Sam squarely on the lips.

It was like fireworks went off for the two of them, metaphorically in their minds and literally in the sky before them while Kiki Kiwi launched into her first song of the night. For countless nights, Sam dreamed of feeling, tasting (Y/N)’s lips against his own.

And my, my… was the wait worth it.

[lav3nder-bees]

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[urivs]

I was commissioned by @luxurylives to illustrate Ernesto de la Cruz. The pose was based on a reference from @arkaluca :)

[frowerssx2]

So, a little update to those who have seen my debate with this blog:

It seems they have not only blocked me but have deleted my replies and reblogs making what I thought was a friendly debate disappear. (The post is still up btw. They just don't seem to like others questioning their views apparently)

Anyway, I urge ALL of my followers to block them and @luxurylives immediately because they spread horrible hatred to those who dare think differently to them.

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[lily-alphonse]

Hi for Stardew Valley fanfic requests is drug and alcohol addiction off limits? I just want to be sure.

Hi! Those topics are fine by me

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Hi how long will commissions be open?

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