#sdv leah fics

[thebiggerbear]

SDV Leah Prompt Responses List

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Leah tells you she wants a baby…a month after you’ve been married.

"You're safe now. I'm here." - When Leah rushes into the house one night and starts fortifying the door, you immediately try to find out what has her so scared.

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[the-artificem]

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[lily-alphonse]

Heyo! For the rare ships, may I ask for Shane/Leah please and thank you :D (also again so sorry for the cryptid af anon ask I sent originally!!)

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THIS ONE (also for anyone wondering the cryptic thing is about the 1.6 spoiler ask, nothing shady lol)

Leah headcanon is that she runs away from her problems (Like, you know, leaving her fiance in the city). As soon as something gets too serious/boring/stressful whatever she's out. But she is very kind and friendly and does seek to make friends in her new town, including Shane.

He's off-putting. She gives him space at first. But they are neighbors and see each other at the saloon quite often. Some nights when Elliott doesn't join her she will sit beside Shane. If he is having a decent day he'll even entertain small talk. Other times he tells her to fuck off, and she does.

Basically I think she should go quite hard into trying to crack Shane and she does, he starts warming up to her. But then things start to get serious, maybe he reaches for her hand one night when they're walking home, and suddenly Leah starts to distance herself. It's not even that she doesn't want something with Shane. It's the fear that she does want it.

It goes at odds with what she promised herself, that she was going to be independent and live her life like she wanted, and it brings back all of the nasty indecision she had with her ex. On top of it all though is the immense guilt. Shane leans on her now. She wanted that and she got it. What happens when her support gets pulled out from under him? Should she blame herself if he spirals because of her?

This could go so many ways. Maybe he does spiral and it culminates in his big event. Maybe she is there to help him, or maybe she decides to run again, and its only when she's about to leave that Shane calls her out on HER problematic behavior for once.

I think I prefer that. Shane doesn't spiral. He recognizes that Leah is flawed in her own way and does for her what she did for him.

Shane is perceptive. He's noticed the walls she keeps around herself. She is never in a bad mood. No one is never in a bad mood. But she does disappear a few days at a time, here and there. She doesn't talk about her past. She will listen to people vent all day but when it comes to talking about her feelings she is always just fine.

He gives her a bit of tough love. "It's fine if you don't want to be together, I accept that obviously, but you can't keep living like this Leah. You have to let somebody in. You can't keep running. What kind of life is that?"

And they have a big old fight where she finally lets out all the nastiness she's been pushing down. Because Leah has been putting up with his nastiness for months he just takes it. When she's done shouting, breathing heavy and crying she's like fuck it and they have a sloppy rough makeout session where they're pushing things off of counters n stuff teehee

Inspiration for this idea came from "I Can't Make You Fall In Love Again" by Glass Animals, not the plot of the song but specifically these lines

Freedom at last, I know you wanted it But freedom don't last when you've got no one left, hm?

So yeah I really like this one I think it'd be dramatic and fun.

It has been a few days since I posted one of these but yes I am still going! Just have some things in my life making it difficult rn but still rolling, feel free to send your asks!

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[pariahofpelicantown]

NSFW ABC (Leah)

(Minors DNI)

A = Aftercare

* As kinky and dominate as she is, she actually requires a good bit of after care. She’s very affectionate with you, and loves to cuddle afterwards.

* She loves to lay face to face, your legs intertwined as she strokes your hair and whispers gentle affirmations to you.

B = Body Part

* She’s proud of her body, and isn’t ashamed to admit it. Her breasts are firm and natural, and her ass Is toned and firm. The rest of her is nothing to be ashamed of either, and she’s fully confident walking around naked.

* For you she loves your neck. She loves to kiss and lick your skin, nipping at you playfully. Sometimes she’ll get carried away and leave love bites behind because she can’t control herself.

C = Cum

* It’s hot, sticky, and sweet. She’s definitely a creamy mess after she’s done, and she prefers to make you the same way.

* If you’re a guy she’ll absolutely let you cum in her.

* If you’re female she loves to trib a little bit after you’re both finished and combine both of your juices to make sure you’re equally messy.

D = Dirty Secret

* She wants to make a sex tape with you, or fuck you on one of her live streams (more about this under “wild card.”)

* She wants to see what you look like on camera together and let everyone see who you belong to.

E = Experience

* She knows her way around a bedroom, and around a body.

* She’ll never tell you the exact number she’s been with and unless you’re a virgin she doesn’t want to know your body count either (she has a bit of a jealous side.)

F = Favorite Position

* Tribbing for a female partner (with her on top)

* Reverse cowgirl.

* The captain.

G = Goofy

* She loves to laugh during sex, even if it’s a bit serious.

* She’s perfectly capable of being intense while breaking it up with a little fun.

H = Hair

* She rocks a landing strip.

* The hair below is just a shade darker than the hair above.

I = Intimacy

* She actually finds sex with you to be very intimate. Regardless of what you are doing, she loves you and that makes anything you are doing intimate.

* She’s fully capable of having sex without any emotional attachment, but with you that’s not the case.

J = Jack Off

* She’s not shy about it, it’s a key feature of her OnlyFans content. But she really only enjoys when she gives you a private show.

* She loves to watch you as well, and likes to boss you around a bit while you do it.

K = Kink

* She likes choking. Mainly she likes choking you, but if you’re really really good she MIGHT let you take control for a while. Maybe.

* Hair pulling, biting, scratching, spanking (to you), pegging (if you’ll let her).

* Bondage.

L = Location

* In front of a mirror. Rather bent over the bathroom sink and looking on the mirror, or having one placed over your bed.

* She loves making you watch yourself as she fucks you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at yourself.

M = Motivation

* Seeing you standing in the hot sun, your body slick with sweat after working in the field and dumping water over your head never fails to get her going.

* She also loves seeing you come out of the shower wearing only a towel.

N = No

* She’s fine with some mild degradation but don’t ever tear her down or make her feel inferior to you. She has some serious baggage from Kel and doesn’t ever want to feel that way again.

* In turn, she’ll show you that same respect. She’ll call you a whore but she’ll never call you stupid.

O = Oral

* Fuck yes.

* She loves going down on you, and lavishing you with praises. “You’re so big” or “you’re so wet for me, you taste so good” and “that’s it you’re so good for me, you deserve this” are some of her favorite phrases.

* If you’re really good she’ll let you taste her as well but you need to earn it.

P = Pace

* She can be hard and rough, but she also has a soft and tender side that’s reserved just for you.

* She really follows your lead on this, and is willing to be however you need her to be.

* She’s dominate, but you call the shots with this part.

Q = Quickie

* Definitely not her first choice.

* She prefers to take her time and drag it out as long as possible as the foreplay is all part of the fun.

R = Risk

* She’s totally open to try anything, and isn’t necessarily worried about getting caught especially since she’s broadcasting on OF.

* She hasn’t found anything that she would deem “too risky” but she’ll be open and vocal if she does.

S = Stamina

* She has plenty, and it all comes down to how much you can handle. She usually prolongs getting off until you do so she makes sure she doesn’t push you too far.

T = Toys

* She has quite a few and likes to have a bit of variety.

* She likes using them on you, and having them used on her. Bonus points if you can use them together.

* She loves to be double penetrated, so an anal plug while using a rabbit is mind blowing for her.

U = Unfair

* She will tease the fuck out of you and not think twice about it. She’ll send you nudes, whisper filthy things in your ear while out in public, and grab your ass when nobody is looking.

* She acts like your advances have no effect on her, but it makes her wet when you reciprocate her advances.

V = Volume

* She does not give a fuck who hears her (or you).

* She likes to make you scream her name, and likes that people are aware of what she’s capable of doing and what they will never have.

W = Wild Card

* She has an OnlyFans that she operates from her “business phone.” She needed a way to get funds for her art supplies and makes a decent amount with it.

* Sam and Sebastian subscribe but not because they are into her. They do it to support her and hype her up.

* When she is live, they will comment things like “get it girl!” and “hype train!”

X = X-Ray

* She has her clit pierced.

* Her nipples also have rings in them and loves when you gently tug at them with your teeth.

Y = Yearning

* She’s not shy about how much she wants you. She’s always undressing you with her eyes, and imagines you naked all the time.

* You have a very healthy sex love and both of your needs are met in this area.

Z-Zzz

* She doesn’t fall asleep right away, preferring to spend extra time with aftercare. She wants to make sure that you’re taken care of, and wants you to know you’re important to her so she doesn’t like to fall asleep right after.

* She loves being dominate, but she loves you even more.

[bicarbonate-blues]

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[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 60: Camellia Station

SUNDAY - WINTER 14

When Achilles woke, Alex was gone, but he knew better than to worry. He slipped on a pair of socks and padded to the kitchen. No, Alex wasn’t the type to slip silently into the night without a goodbye, he was more likely to—ah yes. There it was. 

Alex, dressed in an old crewneck of Achilles’, standing at a sizzling stove, spatula in hand. 

The sight of Alex in his clothes, as chaste as their night had been, brought a small tickle to Achilles’ stomach, and after taking just a beat to admire the view, he called “Morning,” from the doorway. “Raiding my closet, I see. Just can’t help but rifle through my things, can you?” 

Alex (and Voltaire, who was waiting patiently at Alex’s feet) turned, a wide grin already plastered across his face. “It’s good stuff. Hey, by the way, you don’t have an apron.” 

“Why would I need an apron to boil an egg?” 

“I’m not wearing, like, one of your $500 sweaters am I?” 

“No, it was free. Got it at a signing years and years ago.”

“You’re not lying to me are you?” 

“It’s got a bookstore logo on the back, Al.” 

“I don’t know, don’t rich people sometimes pay a lot of money for things that look free.” 

God, how easy it was still to talk to him. Achilles gave a snort before disappearing back into the bedroom to change and brush his teeth. 

When he returned, Alex was setting two plates down on the table, each complete with pancakes, two fried eggs, and some hashbrowns. 

Achilles scooted his seat forward and gave the yolk a poke, letting it run into the potatoes. “Is making breakfast the morning after part of the Handbook as well?” 

Alex rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he poured Achilles a glass of milk. “I’m not supposed to kiss anyone until the third date, you really think my grandpa had instructions for ‘staying the night’ and ‘the morning after?’ I shouldn’t even be here.” 

“So you’re breaking the rules, huh?” 

“Only for you, Ash.” 

“No, no, don’t try to flatter me this time.” Achilles waved his fork at Alex who was now digging into his plate. “You broke them for Tanya, didn’t you?” 

“Huh?” 

Oh. Shit. 

“Ah. I…” Achilles sighed and set down his fork. “I must confess, I ran into you. Well, not ‘ran into’ because you didn’t see me, I suppose you could say I was snooping—”

“—How the turn tables—”

“—but I saw you and Tanya at the beginning of the season. When she dropped you off in the parking lot that morning.” 

Alex blinked several times, as if trying to remember the aforementioned events. Only after he swallowed a rather hefty bite of pancake did he exclaim, “Oh.” 

“I’m not mad,” Achilles hurried to say. “Or upset. Just to be clear. Not that I have any right to be mad, anyway. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“No, I… I was…” 

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” 

“No, I mean, if I’m honest, I guess I… almost kind of forgot about that.”

Huh. Well clearly it meant nothing, then. 

“She just asked me if I wanted to go to a concert after work, and one thing just… led to another, I guess, maybe I figured I’d… Actually. I don’t really know why I did it. I’m really sorry—”

“Yoba, don’t fucking apologize.” Achilles pinched his nose. “Al, you’re obviously allowed to date other people and…” Experiment? Fuck, what’s the right word… 

“After Spirit’s Eve, I had this… dream. About… you. And I just… well I panicked, a little. At the time, I just chalked it up to the alcohol and stuff, like we’ve all had weird dreams… but you know, looking back, maybe I… maybe I started liking you a lot earlier than I thought I did. Like, maybe my body had caught on before my brain or something… It’s not that I… hate that I’m… gay.” Alex frowned—his expression darkened for a second before he added firmly, “I’m not my grandpa.

“But I just… well. Like I said last night, I just didn’t believe I could have… feelings for another guy. Like outside of senior year of high school for like five minutes, the thought had never even crossed my mind. 

“And I think I just panicked, you know. Was confused for a day, there. And when she asked me out, I think a part of me was just desperate to prove to myself that I was… normal? No, I know, I know, that’s the wrong word, but I mean, I guess I just… I wanted to try and see if I could actually feel some way about a person—about a girl. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I did it because I just… didn’t know what I wanted. Or, thought I was supposed to want something that I didn’t actually want but wanted to test that out—that didn’t make sense, I don’t know. But it didn’t mean anything, shit, I’m sorry—” 

“You don’t have to apologize or explain yourself, Al.” Achilles bumped Alex’s foot from under the table. He sighed, lay his fork back next to his plate and shook his head. “You know, I sometimes forget how lucky I was… How easy I had it growing up. I never really questioned anything, I think I always just knew… And I never worried about how my parents would react. Everyone’s got their own journey, right? Don’t apologize for taking your time with yours.” 

*****

“Any plans for today? Or is it just getting ready for tonight?” 

Achilles sighed and tossed a clumsily re-folded napkin to the left of his empty plate. “Do I ever have plans these days? Might go for a run later, I’m feeling a bit antsy. Likely vicarious nervous energy…” 

“What have you got to be nervous about?” 

“Well nothing, really. That’s why it’s vicarious.” 

“Come on, Ash, you know I don’t know the meaning of any words with four or more syllables.” 

“Oh, it’s just like… hmm, like when you experience or feel something second hand, like through somebody else’s experiences. I know Elliott’s probably freaking the fuck out about his reading, and I’m also nervous specifically through him, if that makes sense?” 

“Huh.” Alex thoughtfully munched on his last bite of pancake. “So like, when I felt really excited watching you win second place at the Stardew Valley Fair last season, that was like, vicarious excitement?”  

“The Stardew Valley Fair? Fuck, was that really the last time I seemed excited about something?” Achilles stood and grabbed his and Alex’s empty plates. “But, yeah, that’s pretty much what vicarious means. Good job.” 

“Oh no, let me help you with the dishes—”

“It’s 7:45, shouldn’t you be heading to the bus?” 

“Dang, you’re a real party pooper, you know that?”   

“We’ve been friends for a year now, it’s your own fault if you weren’t aware. Come on, pip pip, Mr. Manager.” Achilles thwacked Alex’s shoulder on his way to the sink. “You can just keep the shirt.” 

*****

They stood on Achilles’ porch, an early morning Winter wind swirling the previous evening’s dust of snow. Alex was rolling on the balls of his feet, hands in his pockets.

“I, um. Well I had a really good time. Last night. And this morning.” He gave Achilles a shy smile before looking quickly away at one of the dead bleeding heart bushes by the greenhouse (Shane had reassured him they would grow back in the Spring). 

“Likewise.” Achilles leaned against the doorframe, drying a plate with a dishtowel. “Let’s do it again sometime.” 

“I can’t tell if you’re messing with me—” 

“I mean, I am. I’m sorry, I’m being an asshole—it’s ‘cause you’re making me nervous, why are you hopping around like that—”

“What? You become an asshole when you’re nervous?” 

“Don’t you dare make the joke I know you’re about to make—” 

“No idea what you’re talking about—” 

“Right, mmhm.” Achilles slapped him lightly with the dish cloth. “Anyway, all that to say… I was messing with you, but I was also serious. I… had a good time, too. And would… genuinely like to do it again.” A beat. “Let me take you out tomorrow, unless that’s too soon?” 

Not even a beat. “Nope!” 

"I can pick you up from Orange Grove. Take you to dinner. Maybe catch a show, I saw Persephonopolis is in town, I’ve heard good things—actually, wait, do you like theater?” 

Alex, who had brightened immediately at Achilles’ offer, was quick to eagerly exclaim, “Yeah!” only to immediately deflate. He bit his lip, scratched the side of his nose. “Well, okay, actually, I don’t know. I’ve never seen a musical before. But I don’t see why I wouldn’t like one! I’m excited!”  

“You’ve never seen a musical?”  

“Nah, theater just always seemed like it was for… fancy people.” 

“Well, I suppose this is our time to be fancy people.” 

“You are a fancy people.” Alex glanced down at his collar. “Hmm, I haven’t worn a tie in awhile…”

“Ok, we don’t have to be that fancy—” 

“Might be fun though—” 

“Hey if you want to go all out, let’s go all out. Whatever you want. Now get off my porch, boyyo, you need to go.” 

Alex smiled. His cheeks were red, perhaps from the cold, perhaps from something else… “I… I really like you, Ash.” Achilles’ hands were full (you dumb bitch, why didn’t you leave the damn plate in the kitchen?), but Alex lightly traced the back of his palms before absentmindedly wrapping the corner of the dish towel around his forefinger. “Can I kiss you again?” 

Achilles couldn’t help but laugh—oh Alex. How could he be so unaware of the effect he had on him? Then again, he could just be being polite…

“Al.” He set the plate down on the porch swing and trailed his now-free fingers down Alex’s scarf. “I think it’s very sweet that you always ask. But you don’t have to anymore, the answer’s always going to be yes.” 

It was a small thing this time—light and quick, but even so, Achilles closed his eyes and savored the brief touch. 

“You really ought to go…” Achilles murmured, gently tightening Alex’s scarf. They had dallied long enough, Alex would probably have to run if he wanted to make it to the bus stop in time… “I’ll see you tonight?” 

“You know it.” 

After but the smallest hesitation, he hopped forward to kiss Achilles on the cheek. And then he was gone. 

*****

Achilles was in a daze. For nearly half an hour after Alex had sprinted off, he had continued to sit on his porch, despite the cold and the wind, warmed by his flush from the morning’s events. 

Did that really just happen? 

The past 12 hours or so… had they all really been… real? Surely this was all but a very good dream. 

“Meow!” 

Achilles patted his lap as the cat bounded up to join him. “What do you think of Alex, Voltaire? Do you like him?”

“Meow!” 

He smiled softly to himself, petting the purring cat. “I do, too.” 

Oh, but had they moved too fast? Should he have taken a step back, put on the brakes? Had he sabotaged this with his eagerness before it had even really had a chance to begin? Despite his joke the previous evening, Achilles didn’t often kiss on a first date, let alone invite his dates to stay the night. 

But those had usually been strangers—acquaintances, mutual friends at best. Surely this was different. He and Alex had been friends for practically a year. They hadn’t needed to spend time getting to know each other, or feel each other out. 

Don’t overthink this, bitch.

No, he had no regrets.

Alex’s reveal the night before had been a bit—well, more than a bit—of a surprise. Achilles had sat on the information some, long after Alex had fallen asleep, pondering the potential ramifications of Alex’s asexuality. Now Achilles hadn’t lied—disappointed, he was not—but he had always had an average enough libido (at least, before the antidepressants), and he’d be lying if he said the news hadn’t somewhat caught him off guard.

But that didn’t necessarily believe this made the two of them incompatible. Of that, Achilles was sure. Yes. He would be fine to wait—more than fine to take it slow. He would compromise, and perhaps there were things Alex would be willing to compromise on, too. They would talk more—what was Alex comfortable with, what would be enough for Achilles. Better define their limits, their wants, their needs. Communication, the foundation of every good relationship, right? And they’d always conversed well. Yes, this would be fine. Better than fine. 

Yoba, to even just touch him again, let alone kiss him. Both were enough for Achilles, and both Alex was more than eager to provide. Yes, he had no regrets. The memory of their dinner last night alone was enough to set a permanent smile on his face. 

He allowed himself an hour to digest both his thoughts and what had probably been the best breakfast he’d had since moving to the Valley before indeed going for a jog. But if he’d hoped the biting cold would clear his mind from the man at hand (you lovesick goon, you’ve got other things to worry about right now) he was sorely disappointed, for with every pound of his footsteps against the familiar beaten path through Cindersap, Achilles was brought back to the previous season, when he and Alex would run side by side. 

How had this happened? Truly—what were the chances that Alex, of all people, could have ever fallen in love with him? 

Speaking of which… in love! Those were the words Alex had used—and multiple times, at that. Perhaps Alex simply didn’t place the same weight to them as Achilles did, but even so, the thought thawed his wind beaten face with overwhelming warmth. 

Don’t get ahead of yourself… 

It was a shorter run but a longer shower than usual. After it became clear he wasn’t going to be able to think of anything else on the trail, he returned home after half an hour to sit in a cloud of lavender-scented steam for twice as long as his run had been. 

The bath seemed to have done the trick, though Alex was, of course, still lingering in his mind. The sight of the toothbrush Alex had borrowed sitting by the sink brought a small smile to his lips. But when he emerged from the bathroom, it was with a renewed sense of peace and focus that he hadn’t felt in many a week. 

Good. After all, he had business to attend to! 

*****

There was almost an hour to go before doors officially opened, but even so, Achilles found himself scurrying about the museum in his usual impatient way—arranging flowers, moving lamps, straightening the thirty chairs he’d had Gunther arrange ahead of time. 

He hoped thirty hadn’t been too generous an estimation. Surely most of the Stardew community would come out, even if it were more out of curiosity surrounding Elliott’s long-time-coming novel than genuine support for the writer. 

Achilles hadn’t had much to time to advertise, especially with the snowstorm. But he had made sure all villagers were aware at least, and had reached out to some local publishing contacts and had taken out a last minute ad in the local daily paper, promising a book reading and refreshments. Alex, bless his heart, had been more than happy to drop off some flyers at the Zuzu bookstores and coffee shops to help spread the word beyond. 

Taking a page out of Lewis’ festival book (though the thought made him shudder), he had pushed over one of the longer tables at the back of the library and draped it in a sapphire blue tablecloth. Emily was now helping him carefully lay out the catering he had ordered from the Stardrop Saloon earlier that day. 

He’d even managed to put together a little silent auction to benefit the museum—a couple pieces of art from Leah, a few of Gus’ homemade jams, some of Shane’s goat cheese. Haley was even offering up an hour long portrait session (though Achilles highly suspected Alex had perhaps manhandled her into it). The items had been lain neatly out across another table he’d pushed in between two bookshelves. Hopefully it wasn’t a fire hazard. 

Make the space cozier, he had thought to himself earlier when he’d been transforming the wide, labyrinthine space into something a little more intimate. Close the gaps, move the desks, bring up the bean bags. If only he could move the fireplace closer. Gunther, in addition to donating a few rare hardbacks, as well as a peculiar chicken statue, to the silent auction, had pretty much given him free reign to rearrange the room.

He better, after all I’ve done do liven this place up. Barely even had a book a year ago…

Not so anymore. Since Summer, the shelves had been heavy with the community’s surveyed selections and more. It had cost him quite a pretty penny (damn Lewis, where the hell were the tax dollars going?), but Achilles had no regrets. 

Amidst all his scurrying, Achilles allowed himself a minute to pause, weaving through the bookshelves to sidle up to Elliott, who had hidden himself away in the far corner of the adjoining room. The man, an unusually morose expression on his long face, looked without seeing through the darkened windows at the fresh flurries fluttering down outside.  

“How are you feeling?” 

“Oh…” Elliott declined the crab cake Achilles was offering with a wriggle of his fingers before burying his head in his hands, his mane of auburn hair slipping from behind his shoulder to conceal a pale face. “Sick.” 

“Oh.” No lengthy metaphors? No waxing poetic? Yikes. Elliott really must be feeling bad. 

“It’ll be great, man. You’ll be great.” Achilles patted him on the back, adding a bit of extra oomph in his tap against the burgundy velvet of Elliott’s sports jacket for reassurance. But the writer only turned an impressive shade of pea green. 

*****

Shane had been the first to arrive, to Achilles’ surprise. He had slinked in near noiselessly, and was halfway down the refreshments table, paper plate stacked with three hefty crab cakes and a poppyseed muffin, before Achilles, who’d been jotting his name down to bid for the portrait session (knowing it’d drive Haley insane) noticed his presence. 

“Shane! How are you doing, glad you could make it.”

“Mmph.” Shane poked a pudgy finger at the three sprigs of dandelion salad on his plate. “Couldn’t have ordered pizza?”  

“Sure. Right…”

Leah joined soon after, followed by Penny, then Willy the fisherman, and Gil and Marlon. A bit of an odd group, those early birds, but Achilles had provided a spiked option for the hot chocolate, and all were soon mixing and mingling with relative ease. 

At a quarter to 6, Alex arrived with his grandparents. Evelyn greeted him with what was, to the discerning eye, perhaps an overly warm embrace, but George, Achilles noticed, refused to even acknowledge his presence, moving almost immediately away to take a seat in the last row after ignoring the bookmark Achilles had been offering him. 

He and Alex had discussed the matter briefly during dinner the night before—Alex had said there wasn’t much to share, really; it was plain and simple, exactly what Achilles would’ve expected. George wasn’t pleased. And that was that. 

“But it’s my life, right?” Alex had said with a wan smile. “He’s not really… talking to me right now, but Grandma says he’ll… come around…” 

How long that’d take, who knew. But at least Evelyn was on his side, Alex had said—and, of course, Achilles. 

Still, likely overly conscious of George’s glare, they didn’t touch—not even the side-hug that was Alex’s usual way of saying hello for just about anyone. But Alex did greet him with an enthusiastic, double-handed wave after Evelyn had finishing squeezing Achilles within an inch of suffocation. 

“Hi!” 

Achilles unconsciously smoothed the front of his cardigan. “Hey.”

“Nice shirt.” Alex nodded at the tiny trains dotting Achilles’ button down before flicking a piece of dust off of his shoulder. A far from intimate touch—really, barely a touch at all—but it nevertheless kicked off a prickling ripple down Achilles’ arms. He could get used to this. “I’ve always wondered, do you just, like, already own these or do you buy them specifically for whatever event is going on?” 

“Eh, a little bit of both… I did already own this one, though I can’t actually remember why…” 

An obnoxiously loud cackle announced Abigail, Sebastian, and Sam’s arrival. It seemed like they had brought friends from the city, traipsing in with two other strangers who all made their way immediately to the refreshments table. 

“Gonna be a full house, Ell!” he heard Leah exclaim from behind the bookshelves. “Better not fuck this up, eh!” The exclamation was followed by a lengthy, low, almost melodious, wail. 

Well, at least the melodrama had returned. That had to be a positive sign, right? 

Alex and Achilles shared a look, the former stifling his laughter behind a cup of hot chocolate. As more and more guests continued to stream through the doors, he gave Achilles’ shoulder a little squeeze before joining Penny by the bean bags, leaving Achilles to play the role of host undistracted. 

“Congratulations.” 

“Pardon?” 

Achilles turned from greeting Maru and Dr. Harvey, fresh from the clinic, to see Shane emerging from behind another bookshelf with an empty plate and a cup full of hot tea. 

“You and him.” The man gave a jerky nod in Alex’s general direction. “Right?” 

It wasn’t often Achilles was caught off guard, but Shane? Of all people?

“I—you—”

But Shane only grunted, offering up a shrug before plodding away to join Marnie and Jas who had just arrived. 

By 6:25, there were well over 30 guests milling about the museum. Mostly townsfolk, as to be expected, but a sizable group of folks Achilles didn’t recognize had made it out to Stardew as well. 

He made his over way to the podium.

“Hi everyone. We’re going to get started in about five minutes, if you could please make your way to your seats soon, that would be wonderful.” 

*****

“Good evening everyone. Thank you all so much for coming out, we are so excited to welcome all of you to Stardew Valley’s Museum & Library.” 

Achilles looked out at the small crowd of painstakingly straightened chairs. A good turnout, he thought to himself. 39 people, he’d been keeping count. 

He was back at the podium after taking the final few minutes to close the silent auction (he’d been outbid by a “Zachary Grace“ for Haley’s portrait package, unfortunately) and secure a last minute snickerdoodle cookie for himself.

He had never found himself to be good at comforting others, and so was grateful to find Leah had committed herself to hyping up Elliott (though it could be debated whether she was any better than him at the task)—and though Achilles could still make out standing next to him a set of slightly wobbling knees, the writer had at least returned to his usual complexion. 

“Now, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you tonight’s author, and one of my dearest friends, Elliott St. Laurent, who will be reading the first chapter from what will surely be a bestselling, debut novel, Camellia Station.” 

He stepped to the side and, sneaking in what he hoped was a small, encouraging wink, gestured for Elliott to take the stage as a round of healthy applause rang through the room. 

Elliott gripped the sides of the podium tight, perhaps in an effort to stem his shaking, the knuckles of his large hands white with the effort. A handful of deep breaths. A second to clear his throat. And then… 

*****

“Ever since I was a young boy, I dreamt of becoming a writer.

“When the time came for me to leave home and start my own life, I moved here. I was drawn to the peaceful beauty of the valley, and hoped that days of quiet reflection in this idyllic atmosphere would fan the literary flames.

“And indeed they did! As I’m sure many of my fellow villagers would attest, it took perhaps quite a few more days than I had initially anticipated for the aforementioned literary flames to wholly ignite—“ he paused for the townsfolk to laugh politely. “ —but I am proud to share that, after many a year, I stand before you now with my completed novel in hand. 

“But it would be the gravest error not to acknowledge two names, for I could never have completed this endeavor without the support and guidance of my dearest of friends—Miss Leah Connolly and, of course, Achilles Robinson, who you all surely know is a bestselling author himself!” 

Achilles, who had joined Leah in a seat by the side of the room, received the applause politely, giving a small, lazy bow of his head before skillfully turning the attention back to Elliott, who, with each sentence, had quickly grown in confidence. 

“And so, after countless hours scribbling at my writing desk, I now present to you my first book, Camellia Station: a romance novel about a train stewardess who falls in love with a traveling architect.” 

He cleared his throat once more, and then began the reading. 

“Chapter One.

“‘Your ticket, sir?’ Ticket collector Gozman extended a gloved hand towards the young commuter. 

“‘Ah, yes. I have it right here,’ he replied, reaching into his coat pocket. Mortified, he discovered that the ticket was missing…” 

Achilles, obviously familiar with the story, leaned back in his chair and sipped his hot chocolate. The most stressful part of the evening was over. Elliott had made it through to the reading alive, all the chairs—and then some—were filled, the refreshments had been warmly received by all except maybe Shane, and the silent auction had been a smashing success. Nice. 

He found himself only half-listening to Elliott’s crooning tenor. Not because he was bored—no, he was very much proud of his friend and had genuinely admired the tomb of a novel—but he had only just finished reading it scarcely a week ago, and steamy romances and wicked love triangles had never quite captured his attention the same way genre did—funny, really, given how he’d been unable to stop replaying his own little romance in his head since this morning.

His fingers flexed at the memories, curled tighter around his paper cup.

But despite his drifting thoughts, he made sure to maintain both a smile and eye contact over the next half hour, just in case Elliott happened to glance over—though at the moment, the writer seemed a little too enthusiastically engrossed with the task at hand. Though his voice remained strong and strident, Elliott’s nose remained scarcely three inches from the page. 

“‘…Clara, there’s something I must tell you,’ he blurted as she turned to leave. Clara turned, slowly, and saw the look of desperation in Horatio’s eye. At that moment, Gozman burst into the compartment, red-faced.” 

After a solemn pause, Elliott closed the manuscript rather abruptly, though the applause drowned out the brusque snap of the pages.

“Well, that concludes my reading. Thank you everyone for coming out. Let us hope that we see Camellia Station on a bookshelf in Zuzu City within the next few years!” 

And though it was Achilles who led the standing ovation, the sight of the enthusiastic, thirty some crowd clapping away for his friend seemed to be contaminating his pride for Elliott with something akin to… envy.  

This could’ve been you. 

But he felt Leah’s hand on his shoulder, and her simple touch was enough this time to pull him back to shore.  

*****

“I have dedicated the book to you two, my dearest friends.” As the audience slowly dispersed, Elliott made his way over to where Achilles and Leah had been sitting in the corner. 

He took each of their hands in his. “Without your support and encouragement this past year, who knows if Camellia Station would have ever… shall we say, left the station.” He solemnly placed a hand over his heart and gave them each a deep bow. 

“We’re very proud of you,” Achilles said before Leah could swoop in with what he imagined would be a sarcastic comment of the highest degree. Let’s not lead with that. “Your reading was fantastic—you should record your own audiobook.” 

Elliott turned red, patting Achilles’ hand as he shook his head modestly. “Oh my, you do honor me, my friend—let us not get ahead of ourselves…” 

“Stop talking to us,” Leah hissed in a carrying whisper. She tilted her head at a handful of admirers who were beginning to congregate by the podium, each tossing the occasional impatient glance at the huddled trio. She proceeded to give the writer a hearty shove with her shoulder. “Go mingle with your new fans. Could be an agent in there somewhere! Schmooze!” 

“Oh ho!” Elliott’s eyes gleamed as he snuck a covert peek at a particular suited stranger. He straightened his tie and stood confidently to his full, looming height—the well-received reading had clearly renewed his sense of vigor. “Then I shall pay them a visit posthaste—but oh ho, I believe there’s someone waiting to speak with you, as well, my dear friend.” Elliott ended his declaration with a devilish wink, nodding to something behind Achilles before striding over to the small waiting crowd of well-wishers. 

Achilles turned to see Alex waiting patiently alone, munching thoughtfully on a small stack of finger sandwiches by the first row of seats. 

Leah grunted. Less eloquent than Elliott, she merely smacked Achilles’ ass before leaving him for the refreshments table. “Go get that boy of yours.” 

Achilles hadn’t had a chance to update either of his friends about his recent developments, and yet even so, Leah hadn’t bothered keeping her voice down. Alex perked up upon hearing her quip  and, after shoving the remaining three sandwiches rather inelegantly into his mouth (now don’t you go there, Achilles, don’t you think about that), brushed the crumbs off his hands and jumped to his feet.  

“Am I 'that boy of yours?'” 

Dear lord, was Alex batting his eyelashes?

This man…

He could feel himself blushing at Alex’s hypnotizing, long-lashed gaze. But refusing to further indulge this roguish little show, Achilles lightly shoved his laughing figure aside and turned away to nod at Shane who was seemingly attempting to surreptitiously pocket the remaining crab cakes. 

“No, she was talking about Shane.”

“Oh yeah? Does Shane he's ya boy—”

“Want to help me pack up the food? You can take the rest of the sandwiches if you’d like.” 

[mossymountain]

Chapters: 6/27 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Harvey/Leah/Female Player (Stardew Valley), Leah/Female Player (Stardew Valley), Harvey/Female Player (Stardew Valley), Harvey/Leah (Stardew Valley)

Summary: Leah’s proposal is simple; approach Harvey with a less-than-traditional arrangement. However, like most things in life, putting yourself on the line is easier said than done, and navigating a polyamorous relationship is new terrain not only for you, but your neighbors as well.

Surprise! Double update today. Have a great week and stay safe :) 

[ohhgingersnaps]

We Didn't Start The Fire (SDV Superhero AU)

Ch. 10/32 — Assuming The Moon's Gonna Owe It One T+ | Past Kel/Leah, Background Abigail/Leah CW: Past emotional and financial abuse, survivor's guilt

“No, it might actually help to talk it through it a bit. Kel has a habit of convincing me that I’m being totally selfish and irrational about these sorts of things, so…” She lets out a long, shaky breath, then settles heavily into one of her kitchen chairs. “Getting a second opinion is, um, good.” Her shoulders sink, and even the plants on the shelf beside her window seem to wilt a little in sympathy. She’s quiet for a long moment, seemingly lost in thought, and Ava fidgets with her necklace, feeling awkward. “Want me to make us some tea or something?” Ava asks, when it’s clear that Leah isn’t going to say anything else on her own. “Sure, thanks. Mugs are in the cabinet.” Ava moves to the kitchen and starts to open the cabinet to the left of the sink. “Wait, no,” Leah says, reaching her arm out. “That’s the wrong—” It’s too late. Ava’s already opened the door. The contents of the cabinet are entirely normal foodstuffs, except for the topmost shelf, which is filled with small boxes of cornstarch. Ava counts at least ten of them, and she strongly suspects there’s at least one more row of boxes behind the ones she can actually see. “Hey, uh, Leah?” “Yeah?” Leah asks, letting her arm fall to her side in defeat. “Why do you have so much cornstarch?” “There’s— there’s a good reason for the cornstarch. There is… A good reason. For having that much of it. Of the cornstarch.” She’s stalling. “And that reason is, uh…” “That you need a good excuse to swing by Pierre’s to see Abby,” Ava finishes, without thinking. Leah freezes, her eyes going wide with panic, and, oh, maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

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[veren-cos]

Bachelors (sdv) x reader on their period

Gender neutral, but purely because of the prompt, afab reader. I'd say everything I write is gender neutral besides the very rare Trans masc reader ☆

Not proofread and I wrote this in like 25 min- I'll update this when I'm less tired.

Harvey

• A literal doctor.

• Is not weirded out like at all. He is all like, "Oh okay! Do you need anything at all?" And moved on with life

• Maybe has a little blush when you first talk about it? It's a completely normal thing at work (and in life), but it's just because it's you that he wants to make sure he handles it well.

• Would probably get you chocolate. And a heating pad. And blankets. And all the things.

• Aka would just spoil you a bit more than normal, periods suck and he knows-

• If you had any like disorder involving you Period he would be extra on top of stuff.

• Will make sure you are well stocked on and properly take pain meds!

Elliott

• Would just absolutely spoil you!

• Runs a bath, gets chocolate, threw your pajamas in the dryer to get them extra warm, heating pad.

• Might give you a massage if they are super painful? Probably would do it regardless but he would definitely offer if he knew that got bad.

• Idk why he knows so much, maybe it's because of Leah? I don't really write about the bachelotettes, but I feel like she would be super open about it so that's why Elliott knows a lot.

• But yeah he'd be super good to you! Would make you food just because. He is great at spoiling people, but not actually great at knowing what to do physically haha. (I think I mentioned in a previous fic where he just makes you soup if your in pain, he would do that here too)

Shane

• So if I just take Shane as a standalone character I don't think he'd know a lot / want to know/ care.

• But!

• Jas. I'm not sure what age she is supposed to be (literally anywhere from 7-12 imo) but I feel like Shane would have read up on Period stuff in preparation.

• So he would actually be more informed than Elliott!

• Now onto the actual stuff lol-

• He wouldn't be super pamper-y like Elliott and Harvey, but he would definitely help around the house more.

• Animals are all taken care of, crops are all watered, took care of some weeds, etc.

• He would also probably be a bit more physically affectionate purely because he knows you like it.

• Might be a bit embarrassed about it at first but after the first one he gets the gist of what to do.

Alex

• Would be relatively informed just because he is a health nut, but also doesn't know what to do because the most important woman in his life is postmenopausal-

• Probably would just give you chocolate and hugs because he knows like. Emotional and cravings.

• If they were super bad he would ask his grandma for help!

• Wouldn't be embarrassed about it! Once again. Health nut. Gets you pain meds!

Sebastian

• Okay. So. Sebastian.

• Literally lives with 2 ladies. Both very strong confident women. He wouldn't be uninformed by any means, but he probably is still awkward around the topic lmao

• Like if you were complaining he would be like "...." "am I supposed to do something about that?"

• AND HE DIDNT MEAN IT IN A RUDE WAY he was genuinely asking. But he just doesn't know and also is an awkward guy?

• Would do the least out of all the Bachelor's. Maybe just be more emotionally available because Period mood swings be rough. Makes more time to talk about things with you.

• Grabs you ibuprofen or Tylenol, whatever you have in the house.

Sam

• So Sam lives with a kind of coddling mom, does not have sisters, so like. His mom wouldn't talk to him about it. He has no 'personal' experience with it.

• Would be the most clueless-

• But he would definitely be like, "oh babe that sucks let me know what I can do"

• Gives you more cuddles, helps on the farm.

• Super enthusiastic about making you comfortable! He makes it into a way bigger deal than it is but he is genuinely curious about stuff so you think it's cute.

• After your first one when your together he is much better prepared / informed so he isn't all over the place.

• Just very cute and well meaning.

An* I hope this was at least a little cute / silly / comforting / whateveryouwantedoutofthis! I base everything off of personal experience because, like, it's all I got- but more people should be comfortable talking about this! It's completely normal and just a basic human function. So if yours is different than what others describe, that's okay! If yours is exactly the same, also okay! Idk where I'm going with this, but there is no shame in having a period, and that's on that!

This also came off way more dramatic than I meant it to be, but I live for the drama so it's okay (this applies to both the fic and the author's note-)

Masterlist

[deuteragonists-mismatched-socks]

A Break In Routine - Shane x Reader (Stardew Valley)

Another Shane SDV fic from my drafts with a couple strange gaps in it.

Warnings: mentions of recovering from alcoholism, being imperfect, guilt and self-loathing to a certain extent. Alcohol.

Word Count: 1.4k

Shane wasn't stupid. He knew you knew that. He noticed that, the closer you got, especially after that night on the cliff, you changed. Not so much in the way you dealt with him—you were kind and persevering as ever.

You stopped brewing. He had been out to the farm before, you had like ten kegs and an evergreen crop of hops and wheat to fuel them. And Shane wasn't stupid—he'd almost gone broke from buying the stuff before, so he knew it was lucrative. You'd have to be crazy to give that up. Farmers had it rough, especially ones that worked as hard as you. Having such an easy source of passive income should've been a no-brainer.

Oh, and you stopped bringing him alcohol. You were a social drinker—he'd seen you share Kahlua-and-coffee martinis with the good doctor or bond with Leah over a sweet red. But when it came to Pam and him, you were only ever seen with soda and some filling food in hand. He wondered if you thought he wouldn't notice. If he was too out of it or too naïve.

You visited JojaMart sometimes—normally just to check on him, never to buy anything—and you always had a tense look on your face whenever he was stocking the drinks section. That, that one actually hurt. Yeah, he had bad habits. He was working, only half successfully, on breaking them. But that made him think you really thought he had no self-control. That he was going to wander forward like a zombie and mindlessly rip into the Jack Daniels and Bud Lite. He shouldn't be trusted super far, but he thought he at least deserved the sliver of faith that would be required to believe that wouldn't happen.

That was what he was thinking about as he sat next to the fireplace, cola in a stein in his hand. See, he was doing better. He wasn't used to being fully lucid at this hour of the night, but he was getting there. It was significantly more uncomfortable, sitting there in silence when he wasn't half-catatonic. Everyone else was having a great time. Even Marnie was having a... whoa, beyond friendly conversation with the mayor. Hell, where were you, anyway? You were always trying so hard to make sure he wasn't alone, and now you leave him alone? Maybe he deserved it for all those times he blew you off.

"Hey!" You suddenly appeared in his line of vision. Suddenly, even completely sober, he couldn't sort out his feelings. He was grateful to you for watching out for him; he obviously couldn't do that himself. He was annoyed that you infantilized him. He was confused that you put you with him. Why didn't you just cut loose and stop holding yourself back for someone who has done nothing but screwed over their own life?

"What are you doing here?" Shane said. Crap. That wasn't what he meant to say, not at all. He meant to say 'Why do you stay? Why do you care? I'm not worthy of you.'

Your face fell and Shane needed a drink or six. "Trying to hang out with you," you responded, your voice edged with anger and sadness. "I was—y'know what, I'll leave you be, I just wanted to give this to you."

You held your closed hand out expectantly, and he obliged with an extended palm. 

You dropped a pearl into it.

"Wha—" his mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Oh, wow, Farmer, how did you know this is my favorite?"

You were already gone. He checked the clock on the opposite wall. Well, it was already 12. Maybe you just wanted to get a good night's sleep. He hoped that was all.

But Shane wasn't stupid.

When you exited your house at 6:10 AM sharp the next morning, you almost tripped over him before noticing that Shane was sitting on your steps. This was a huge break in his routine, and it worried you. "Shane? What're you—" You stopped yourself, realizing that you were parroting his words from the previous night. 

"I didn't mean what I said," Shane said abruptly. His murky brown eyes looked into yours with absolute earnesty, and you noticed something rather special about them. They weren't teary or red-striped. He wasn't hungover, at all. 

Your brow furrowed. "About what?"

"About—about... just, how I treat you, y'know. Always blowing you off and acting like you're not worth my time. I know it should be the other way around," his gaze dropped to the ground and he scuffed his foot against the wood of the front steps.

You lowered yourself to sit next to him, knees nearly touching. Time always seemed to stand still when you spoke to him—the sun was stuck in the sky, and you weren't worried about what you were going to get done that day.

"What do you mean, Shane?"

"You know what I mean, Farmer," he said, before exhaling and rubbing his hands on his pants. "I just... I'm not... good enough, for you. I'm a, uh, flash in the pan, I guess. What I'm trying to say... is I'm sorry," he sighed, risking looking up at you again.

Your eyes seemed to look through him. "Shane," you said gently. "You're good enough, for me, for anyone," you emphasized. "And I... do understand why you say the things you do, and they are unfortunate, but I appreciate you recognizing that and apologizing."

Shane looked from your piercing eyes, to your hand that was resting on your knee, centimeters from his, back to your eyes. "I'm trying. Really trying."

You took his hand, and his heart rate spiked. "I know you are, and I know that Marnie and Jas and I really appreciate it."

"Yeah," Shane whispered. Part of him felt guilty—that somehow, Jas wasn't enough to straighten him out. But he was grateful that somehow, you were.

Your thumb rubbed the back of his hand,  comforting him further. He wondered how you could stand touching him. Even after that touching speech, he had a hard time believing you. Even if his personality, his character, was something you seemed to admire, which was beyond him on its own, look at him. He had gained... a number of pounds in the past eight months, he shaved maybe every three days, despite getting a five o'clock shadow by the end of that day. His hair was a genuine disaster, even though Marnie refused to admit it. He was physically clean (most of the time), and that was basically where the pros stopped.

"Thank you so much for coming over here this morning, Shane," you said. Shane had to suppress a shiver at the way you said his name. It didn't sound the way anyone else ever said it. Maybe it was just his imagination. 

But he was more than happy to keep imagining it. "I can't tell you... how much it means to me, that you're reaching out and, and trying. In the most non-patronizing way, I'm proud of you."

He could almost feel tears welling in his eyes. "You're—you're proud of me?"

He hadn't heard that since high school.

"Yeah, of course," you nodded genuinely.

He laughed, almost in disbelief. "Thanks."

You let go of his hand, and Shane had the chance to experience a split-second of disappointment before you used your now free arms to wrap him in a hug. "You can tell me if this is okay or not," you said, your words muffled by his Joja jacket.

"It's okay," he responded quickly, trying not to squeeze you too tightly.

You pulled back, wondering for a moment if it would be going too far, before you decided to press a quick kiss to his cheek. You stood, walking off to water your crops. "I should probably let you go, you don't wanna be late for work."

Shane's face was all pink, and he nodded after a moment's delay. "Right, yeah, um...thanks for listening to me," he stood as well. "See you later."

You watched him take the path from your house into town, zipping up his jacket against the wind. He had patched the holes in it.

[thebiggerbear]

SDV Leah Ficlets

A Prize Unlike Any Other - You may not have gotten the Golden Pumpkin but that’s alright, you got a different prize altogether.

Where Were You On Our Wedding Day - You thought you’d get in some quick mining and make a little money before the big day. But choosing to do it on the day itself perhaps wasn’t your smartest choice.

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged for this character.

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[babiebomsmasterlist]

At Dead of Night Masterlist

Summary: in order to get everyone's mental health in order, the town doctor suggests a getaway. Elliott being the generous man he is offers his family's winter cabin a couple states away. What could go wrong with a bunch of friends, some partying, and a cabin in the woods?

Tws: DEATH, reader CAN die! Cursing, sexual situations, blood, gore, violence, vomit, etc

Rating: mature (under 18 dni)

Genre: horror, reader insert, choose your own adventure

Pairings: depends on what you choose !!

Wc:

I might post this on ao3 if i can't get it right here. COMING SOON!!

1-> CAR 1 CAR 2 CAR 3 CAR 4

2.1 OR 2.2 -> MARU PENNY ABIGAIL LEAH HAILEY EMILY

3.1 OR 3.2

4-> WAKE SOMEONE UP INVESTIGATE ALONE IGNORE IT

5.1 OR 5.2 OR 5.3 -> GO WITH STAY BACK

[babiebom]

Ass or Boobs? (sdv edition)

A/N:got this idea when doing an alphabet request!! I wanted to do this first to break up the posts somehow and also I’m watching Charmed and eating a burrito so I’m literally just on a writing binge rn. I’m going between requests, fics, and random things <3 I’m getting nothing and everything done at one time. BOTH bachelors and bachelorettes but basic sdv only.

Genre:shitpost/headcanons

Tw: sexual content!!

Masterlist

Ass:

Sebastian, Shane, Elliott, Haley, Penny, Abigail

Sebastian is more of a thigh and hips guy, but since your ass goes with that, it’s obviously a given.

Personally, I do think Shane would be into anal so him being an ass man makes sense he likes that recoil baby.

Elliott just seems more like an ass guy rather than a boob guy, like he thinks boobs are a childish thing to be into. Idk how he thinks but he does lmao.

Abigail is obviously an ass girl, she likes how everyone’s butts looks in any kind of bottoms. Gets caught staring EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Haley is an ass girl because she also had a great rack and she thinks that while everyone does have asses, they’re great and yours is the best.

Penny is one of those people that I think would be both, but I think rather than boobs she prefers asses.

Boobs:

Sam, Alex, Harvey, Leah, Maru, Emily

Maru is definitely the type to get caught staring at someone’s boobs. Any coherent thought she has leaves her mind at the sight of a good pair of boobs. Gets caught staring often

Emily also gets caught staring but isn’t as embarrassing for her. She just smiles and complements you like heh heh oopsies.

Leah sees boobs in a more artistic way, and LOVES painting them(and on them), drawing them, sculpting him. Probably has a clay mold of your boobs.

Sam literally is Maru but a man and a golden retriever. When he stares the only thing knocking him out of his mind is going “Sam…SAM!!” He just laughs as his face turns red.

Harvey gets flustered at the sight of boobs. His face turns red, he stutters, and while he doesn’t stare it’s obvious that he was looking.

Alex just seems like he’s a boob man. Like if they’re on the tv or something he’s like “heheheheheh boobs heheheheheheh” probably the reason why Elliott thinks it’s childish.

[lily-alphonse]

Redhead Supernova (Leah x Haley) by Writing_For_Soup

Category: F/F

Rating: Explicit (Graphic Sexual Content)

Word Count: 8,289

At first, Haley just assumed she hated Leah. It would make sense; she hated plenty of people in this stupid tiny town. She hated the way Jodie looked at her like she was the devil. She hated the way Demetrius talked to her like she was an idiot. She hated how Harvey told her she should take iron supplements and she hated the way her stupid sister made her feel like a child. Leah seemed so grown up. Living alone in that cabin of hers, working on her art and making a living for herself. Leah was never mean to her, never talked down to her, never made her feel like some useless kid. She always listened, made eye contact, looked at Haley’s lips a lot when they talked. Shit. She didn’t hate Leah. She wanted to fuck her.

Hey my friend made me this fic and she doesn't have tumblr so I'm sharing it here for her. Come get your sapphic dinner! The sexual tension in this is actually insane I was considering stepping away at a couple points because I was downright unwell lmao (THE SUNSCREEN SCENE OH MY GOD???!)

(Maybe tell her Lily sent you thatd be fun and cute for us wouldn't it)

>>Read on AO3<<

[pariahofpelicantown]

The Price of Rejection (Leah x Farmer)

Tw: Blood, character death.

Sunlight filtered gently through the dense canopy, creating a warm, inviting glow on a secluded patch of earth. In this tranquil spot, Leah and the farmer leaned against a sturdy tree, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's presence.

Leah sighed contentedly and glanced at the farmer, her eyes filled with warmth. "This place is amazing," she whispered, her voice soft and intimate. "It's so calm... just us and the wilderness." She rested her head on the farmer's shoulder, her long, wavy hair cascading over their chest.

The farmer encircled Leah's waist with an arm, drawing her closer until their bodies were pressed together, warmth radiating between them. Their breaths harmonized, falling into a shared rhythm.

Tenderly, the farmer turned to place a soft kiss on Leah's forehead, savoring the way she leaned into the gesture. The scent of wildflowers and pine intermingled with the sweet aroma of Leah's shampoo, creating a fragrant cocoon around them. "I'm so glad we're here," the farmer whispered. "I love these peaceful moments alone with you."

As the farmer's words hung in the air, Leah adjusted her position, turning to face them fully. Her hand gently cupped the farmer's cheek, her fingertips tenderly tracing the curve of their jaw.

Their lips met in a gentle, exploratory kiss, delicate as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. Leah's lips, soft and pliant like rose petals, parted naturally as the kiss grew more passionate. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of their lips intertwining and the mingling of their breaths.

The kiss deepened, each moment intensifying their connection. Leah's hand traveled from the farmer's jaw to the nape of their neck, her fingers threading through their hair. The farmer's arms tightened around her, their bodies merging closer.

A soft, yearning whimper escaped Leah's lips, a sound filled with desire. In response, the farmer drew her impossibly nearer, their hand slipping under the edge of her shirt to rest against the warmth of her bare waist.

The farmer felt the warmth emanating from Leah's skin, electric tingles sparking through their fingertips. As their hand skimmed across her back, tracing the curve of her spine, Leah shivered beneath their touch.

Their lips parted only to reunite in a flurry of short, fervent kisses. The farmer exhaled a ragged breath, their heart hammering in their chest. They felt utterly consumed by Leah—her taste, her touch, the soft, intoxicating sounds she made.

The intimate bubble around the farmer and Leah shattered abruptly as the sound of approaching footsteps pierced the tranquil silence of the forest.

Leah tensed, her breath halting in her throat. The farmer, momentarily puzzled, followed her gaze to spot a figure emerging from the underbrush. As the figure drew nearer, recognition dawned.

The farmer's arm instinctively tightened around Leah, a protective gesture against the unwelcome intrusion. Leah's ex wore a scowl, their expression dark and menacing.

"Kel," Leah hissed, her eyes narrowed in a fierce glare.

Kel's voice cut through the air, rough and accusatory. "What the hell are you doing out here, Leah?" Their eyes flickered between Leah and the farmer, searching for an explanation.

"And with them?You think you can actually be happy with this... yokel? That you belong here in the boonies?" Their words were laced with contempt. "I miss you, Leah. You need to come back with me to the city."

Leah's eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and defiance. "Kel, you don't get to dictate my life anymore," she snapped. "I'm here because I want to be. With someone who cares about me, not someone who tries to control me." The farmer's grip on Leah tightened, offering silent support.

Kel's anger erupted, their voice rising. "You're wasting your time here, Leah! You belong with me, not in this backwoods hellhole. I can give you a much better life than this."

They took a menacing step forward, their body language threatening. "You're mine, Leah, and I'm not gonna let you go that easily. You're coming back with me, and you're gonna forget about this farmer and all of this bullshit."

Leah stood her ground, her eyes fierce and unyielding. "No, Kel. I'm not yours. I never was. You can't just barge in and dictate how my life should be."

The farmer stepped forward, their presence a silent but powerful shield between Leah and Kel. "She said no," they stated firmly, their voice unwavering. "It's time for you to leave."

The atmosphere crackled with intensity as Kel, driven by fury, charged toward Leah.

The farmer reacted in an instant, positioning themselves protectively in front of Leah. The struggle that ensued was a whirlwind of motion, both of them locked in a fierce, desperate clash.

Then, in a single, horrifying moment, everything shifted. Kel's hand darted to their pocket, producing a knife that gleamed ominously in the dim light. With ruthless precision, they drove the blade into the farmer's side, the force of the blow sending them sprawling to the ground.

Leah's scream pierced the air as she fell to her knees beside the farmer, her hands shaking as she tried to stanch the flow of blood. "No!”

Kel stood over them for a moment, the knife still slick with blood, their face contorted with rage and something even more malevolent. But then, as the reality of their actions set in, panic overtook them. Dropping the knife, they turned and fled into the forest, the sound of their retreating footsteps fading into the forest.

Leah was oblivious to Kel's departure, her entire focus on the farmer's pain-filled eyes and strained breaths. "Stay with me," she pleaded. "Just hold on, please."

As the farmer lay there, the color draining far too quickly from their face, they managed to reach into their pocket and retrieve something small and metallic. It was a mermaid pendant, its charm glimmering faintly in the dim forest light.

Leah gasped as realization struck her, her eyes widening with disbelief and surprise. She reached out to take the pendant from the farmer's trembling hand, her fingers closing around it with a mixture of grief and shock.

The farmer's chest hitched slightly, each gasp for air more labored than the last. Blood pooled beneath their body, staining the surrounding leaves and soil. They stared up at the sky for a moment, their eyes losing focus as they gazed at the clouds.

Then, with one final, shuddering breath, their body went limp, the life ebbing out of them like the receding tide.

Tears cascaded down Leah's cheeks as she tenderly cradled the farmer's head in her lap. Leaning in close, she whispered softly in their ear, her voice quivering with a mixture of sorrow and affection.

"I accept.”