#one of the lines from this fic was taken straight from my last breakup.. art imitates life or whatever ✌️

[simpingforstardew]

Hi!! I love your writing!! Especially on SDV and Emily!! If you are open to requests, cloud you do one were the reader divorced Haley bc she realized she ended up in love and connection more with Emily? How would she react? Happy ending pliz 🫰🏻

nature abhors a vacuum

pairing: sdv emily x reader (sdv haley & reader)

synopsis: after a failed marriage, you realise your heart always belonged to emily ♡ i did change the req ever-so-slightly but i hope you still enjoy this drabble, anon !!

warnings: slight angst, mention of divorce / heartbreak. happy ending !!

word count: 0.7k

“I’ll be fine on my own,” Haley’s voice is honeyed and sombre, yet still wrapped in the effervescent charm of her Valley girl accent, “Thanks for the memories, just go… live your own life.”

Her smile is bittersweet as she tucks a strand of displaced golden hair behind her ear; quietly, she leaves.

Time always seems to stand still during moments like this, during endings; during heartbreak. The rain that pours from the dark clouds above seems pathetically appropriate. It feels as though barbed wire is tugging at your throat as you push the tears back— it was silly really, this was a mutual divorce.

For weeks now, you and Haley had been at odds: at first, silly arguments about movies and music. Then, inevitably, disagreements about taste became fights about chores; fights became nights alone on the living room sofa. Turns out there is a difference between loving someone and liking them; living with you, being by your side 24/7, made Haley realise that— although she cares about you immensely— she doesn’t particularly like you.

But then there was Emily.

Vibrant, passionate, she breaths life into the shadows of your existence. With Emily, conversations are more than just words; they're connections. Her laughter is a melody that fills the air with warmth. Her presence lifts the weight of the world, replacing it with a sense of peace you haven't known in years.

You didn’t realise how much you needed somebody like that until you met her. The dejected look she would wear when watching you flirt with her sister was lost on you completely; the gifts Emily painstakingly made for you were received platonically.

You pick up one of Emily’s handmade gifts that lay neglected on your sofa: a cardigan knitted from the softest wool, dyed in your favourite colour. Running your fingers over the soft fabric, you discovered a small detail: a custom label on the hem of the cardigan, embroidered with a heart.

A blush warms your cheeks before the realization hits.

You’re in love with Emily.

Slipping into the cardigan, you sprint out of your farmhouse. You feel the unrelenting rain soak your skin as your dog barks out in the distance; your boots splash in the puddles along the dirt path to town.

As you enter the town square, you see Emily rush towards the Stardrop Saloon with her coat pulled over her head, protecting herself from the rain you’re soaking in.

“Em’! There’s something I need to tell you,” you shout, voice barely louder than the rain as you approach the saloon, “Something I should have told you a long time ago.”

Emily’s eyes widen as she looks towards you, “Oh Yoba, you’re soaked! W-What is it?”

“I… I love you, Emily. I think I’ve loved you for a very long time, but I was too scared to admit it. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I just… I can’t imagine my life without you.” You exhale softly as you tuck a strand of azure hair behind her ear, “Everything you used to tell me about soulmates and fate… I just wanted to tell you that whatever happens now, my soul belongs to you. It always has.”

Emily’s breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushed with surprise and disbelief. “You… you love me?”

With a surge of emotion, you closed the distance— your soft lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes more than your words ever could. Your hand nestles in her soft hair, and you feel her pull you closer with a tug of your cardigan.

As you finally pull away, breathless and dizzy, Emily looks up at you with a beaming smile, “I love you too, of course... Cute cardigan by the way.”