#sdv abigail x farmer

[sofiaruelle]

🍁 🍁 A cozy autumn family portrait commission for @dewdropstars of their farmer, Ella, Abigail and their kids, Violet and Jade!!! 🍁 🍁

My commissions are still ✨OPEN ✨ if you’re interested! Check out details here!!!

[swarvey]

ok awesome!!! in that case, could i request some fluff with abigail x a chubby reader/farmer? perhaps some headcanons or maybe even a fic depending on said headcanons? it's all up to you tbh! thank you for writing your rules and i hope you have a nice day/night !!!

how she is with a chubby reader | abigail x reader

a/n: first off i am so sorry for dragging with this request, i have been a bit swamped at work the past couple days :') but i hope you enjoy anon!! pls request more if you'd like <3

—

your number one fan from the moment she met you

she's all for supporting people, especially the ones she cares deeply for

when she meets you? she's starstruck, head over heels as soon as she sees you in your farmer outfit and water can in hand

even before the two of you get together, she's glued to your side, constantly asking if you've had lunch yet or if she can follow you to your mining trip

if you're ever in the dumps, she's the first person to grab your face and remind you of how amazing you are until you agree

(this has led to multiple moments of both of you laughing as she slowly stares more intensely into your eyes)

after you start dating, though, she becomes even more of a softie

absolutely lovessss cuddles, any time of day but especially in the morning

depending on her mood, she'll either bear hug you and squeeze you as tightly as she can, or she'll bury her face in your neck and wrap her legs around your torso, trying to get as close to you as possible

overall just a big sweetheart. but we already knew that <3

you blink groggily as you open your eyes, alarm blaring in your ear. before you can turn it off, though, abigail is reaching over you to do it for you, sighing as she lays back down beside you.

"ten more minutes," she mumbles, grabbing your arm and hugging it to her chest.

you laugh lightly, still half asleep. "you say that, but we'll be in bed all day," you reply amusedly, gently attempting to tug your arm away. "abby, I've got work to do—"

"nope!" she flops herself on top of you, air abruptly leaving your lungs as you let out a noise of surprise. "you're staying here."

you sigh and let your head fall back in defeat, to which she triumphantly wraps her arms around your neck.

"don't worry," she reassures, kissing your cheek. "i'll help you finish your chores. plus, i have a feeling the spirits are happy today, so we should head to the mines!"

you smile, hugging her to your chest. "how did i get so lucky with you?" you ask softly, and she lifts her head to look at you sternly.

"luck? it was hardly luck," she scoffs. "i just thought you looked hot in your overalls." you look away in embarrassment as she laughs brightly, pressing a strong kiss on your lips. "i'm your number one fan, remember? it's basically my job to love you," she says, cupping your cheek.

after relaxing for a few more minutes, you finally convince abigail to get up, heading into the kitchen with your hands intertwined and swinging between the two of you.

"we have a long day ahead of us," she starts, her voice already full of energy as she pulls on a cute purple apron you recently got her, "so we need to have a good breakfast! go wash up first, i'll make your favorite."

"did you drink your coffee already?" you ask, astonished at how bright she is given how early it is in the morning. "how are you so awake?"

she beams at you, and your heart melts at the sight of her warm smile and crinkled eyes. "nope, this is all-natural energy, darling." she pauses. "though i guess waking up next to you is always a good way to start my day."

[bicarbonate-blues]

Welcome!

Here is a hello to anyone who will be running into my blog in the future. I'm just beginning my writing for Stardew Valley and it is a hobby for myself but I hope that you get to enjoy as well.

I'd be happy to receive any requests anyone may have but I will also be working mainly on my current drafts.

[just-a-farmer]

stardew valley x farmer

I will write for any of the bachelors or bachelorettes x f!reader or gn!reader (just specify!)

willing to maybe do other characters depending on the request!

[ssaeri]

in the deep

☆ tags: abigail x gn!reader, farmer loses all of their hp in the mines, based on the time I forgot food and a horde of slimes took me out, embarrassed myself on the coop save file by losing money right after we made some, so I typed this up, can be read PLATONICALLY ☆

“It’s a little late, isn’t it?” Marlon calls out. At the door of the Adventurer’s Guild, he tightens his tool belt, preparing for his nightly patrol of the town’s perimeter. A sharpened sword gleams at his hip. Abigail’s own weapon, though also a sword, seems like a toy in comparison to the seasoned fighter’s. “What are you doing out here?”

As he approaches, his eye narrows in recognition.

“The purple haired girl. You’re that store owner’s child, no? Your father won’t be pleased to find you here again.”

She stiffens at the mention of her dad. “I know, but—” she trails off, waving vaguely at the mine entrance. It’s close to midnight now, and other than her sword, she’s equipped with little more than a handful of spring onions and some torches, but she hasn’t seen you since you disappeared into the mines this afternoon, grumbling about prismatic jelly. “The farmer hasn’t come home yet, and I’m a little worried.”

“The farmer is a tough one. You know how they like to skirt the curfew.”

“We made dinner plans, though, and they never miss those.” She flexes her gloved hands, trying to appear braver than she felt. “I’m just going to check really quick. In and out before you know it. Maybe you’re right. Maybe they got distracted and forgot the time.”

Marlon appraises her, palm resting on the hilt of his sword, and he is clearly unsatisfied with whatever he sees because he clicks his tongue, turning away from her. “Stay here,” he orders. “I’ll do a sweep.”

“I can go with you!”

Another click of his tongue. “I’d rather not drag out a second body.”

“I can fight ,” she insists, nostrils flaring. What’s with old men and underestimating her? First her dad, and now Marlon. Granted, Marlon’s word holds more weight than her dad’s, but still. “I’ve been practicing every day.”

“Without ever setting foot in the mines? Without going into the secret woods? Without actual opponents? The farmer makes weekly trips to the Skull Caverns, and even they can get blindsided by grubs. What makes you think that you’d be less of a hindrance?” His tone isn’t condescending, simply matter of fact. “I’d be faster alone.”

Abigail’s shoulders sag. “Can I at least wait by the minecarts?”

“If that makes you feel better.”

She follows him, and just inside the cave entrance, she marks her spot. She sits on the dusty ground, slips on a small glow ring, and leans back against the minecart. It creaks with the new pressure, but soon it settles, cold against her curled spine. Marlon gives her one last warning glance—she holds up her arms in a I get it motion—before descending the ladder, pickaxe in hand.

The thing about waiting, though, is that it’s boring when you have nothing to do. She tries counting the seconds at first, but somewhere around the two minute mark, she gets distracted by the squelching sounds of slimes, the buzzing hum of cave flies. They’re so close . She could jump down to the first floor, try her hand at fighting a few, and then head back up before anyone notices. No one is here to catch her. Her fingers inch towards her weapon. They’re only green slimes. How hard could it be?

But then she remembers your wince of pain the last time she patched you up. Dr. Harvey’s clinic was closed for the afternoon, and he was somewhere by the river, so she took you back to her room and opened her first-aid kit. Slimes are tricky , you said, hissing as she applied antiseptic to your legs. Can’t wait until I get the slime charmer ring, but I can’t believe he’s making me kill 1000 slimes first.

So she sits there, dragging the tip of her sword in the dirt to make swirled lines until she’s surrounded. As she is about to erase her canvas, the elevator whirs. She jumps to her feet. When the doors finally creak open, revealing Marlon carrying you over his shoulder, she gasps, hands flying to her mouth.

“What happened?” she demands, taking in your injuries.

“Found them near the bottom of the mine,” he grunts, easing you onto your back. “Luckily, they were on an elevator floor.”

“They said that they were looking for prismatic jelly or something.”

Marlon nods. “Elevator method. That checks out.”

“Should I get Dr. Harvey? It’s late, but he’s a light sleeper.

“No need, the cuts look worse than they are. Probably just collapsed from exertion. I gave them some elixir before getting them up here, so it should kick in any second now.” He takes out a piece of clothes and wipes away the dirt on your face.

Right on time, you groan, rolling onto your side. “What the hell…?” You cough before squinting in the faint light of their rings. “Marlon? Abby? What’re you doing here?”

“Saving your life, idiot!” Abigail hisses. She’s on her hands and knees, leaning into your face to read your expression.

Marlon puts a warning hand on her shoulder. She looks back. Gentle , his gaze says. She chews her lip, supposing that her lecture could come later. Right now, with your tired eyes blinking at her, she can’t bring herself to be mad, not when when relief finally wipes the tension in her limbs.

“I was so worried,” she whimpers instead. “Can you get up?”

[bearofohu]

i love dialogue mods. i walk into the grocery store to buy some cooking oil and abigail calls me a faggot

[kaikonn]

POV: You got 8 hearts with all the bachelors/bachelorettes, so everyone kinda flirts with you

[peeweekey]

8:05 | SAM

word count: 3.2k

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

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

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

it’s cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you don’t wanna?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

how endearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and his mother is calling him.

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

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

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

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

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

“what are you two doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and embarrassing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not when you feel so warm.

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

[unfortunatelyem]

don't even know what to caption this

[spacepatrolhana]

shane vs the world ?!?!??!

[fishnchip3011]

the zuzu city paranormal agent department goes to tha club👆👆👆👆

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️

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

Harvey-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Haley-

Giving: Words of affirmation

Receiving: Receiving gifts

Alex-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Abigal-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Elliot-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Acts of service

Emily-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Penny-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Acts of service

Maru-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sam-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sebastian-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Physical touch

Shane-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Quality time

Leah-

Giving: Giving gifts

Receiving: Quality time

Sandy-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Receiving gifts

[swarvey]

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

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

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

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

[stardewstardropthoughts]

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

Like in general out of everyone? Hell yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[oreostarlight]

Farmer: I have a crush on someone, but I don’t wanna tell you ‘cause I know you won’t like it.

Abigail: Don’t worry, just let it all out.

Farmer: It’s Shane.

Abigail: Put it back in.

[alexia-nicolette]

Just dummy SV doodles I did a while ago... 😶‍🌫️