#second to stardew <3 sighs

[greenlaut]

ur honor they silly

[quitealotofsodapop]

Part 3 of: @justweirddino sending in funny and accurate asks.

As always I have put transcripts in the alt image descriptions.

The Gold and Silver twins probs have a massive list of enemies and vengances they want resolve, but they're so absent-minded that they frequently forget just why they dont like that person/what they did. They def find their own names among their "black book" of enemies and are just puzzled.

They haven't unlocked his friendship events yet. Gotta feed and talk to Macaque everyday like a Stardew Valley npc before he unloads his trauma.

MK is willing to use the Staff if it means conflict resolution. He will use it to threaten others to be nice.

Oh gosh, I love the idea of Huntsman having legit rizz, but it completely flies over Sandy's head. FIshman is sweet but damn he bad at responding to obvious romantic signs. X3

Wukong saw glowsticks become a thing and would spend ages trying to figure out How. Why stick glow when cracked/bended? Why no heat? Why did people scream when he tried drinking the yucky liquid inside at the discotech? He did't have his Staff handy for their introduction, so the second the Staff is no longer sealing DBK, Wukong tries cracking the Staff to see if it glows. He breaks his knee instead. Macaque laughed while MK was just puzzled Why.

The second Macaque is gone; Wukong turns into a mega-bachelor again. Hyper impulsive, binge-watching Monkey Cop, eating nothing but peaches and takeout. The second Mac gets back from the moon, its like walking into a house after a frat party. He def yells at Wukong to clean up his mess.

Nudity is canon. Wukong busted out the furnace naked cus it burned his clothes off.

DEFINETELY. Wukong is gotdang short already (apparently less than 1.3m/4.26 ft in the book), and Macaque being just a little taller would get so on his nerves! XD Even if both monkeys (unglamoured) reach about the height of a teenager, Wukong is def wearing lifted shoes. Macaque taunts him about it endlessly.

Oh gosh, I have an idea for TMKATI-au in Chapter 3; where Pigsy and Tang are "whisper-arguing" in the kitchen while Shadowpeach are in the restaurant sheltering from the rain.

Pigsy: "I'm not about to harbor a pair of shady demons just cus they look pathetic in the rain!" Tang, the one who brought them there: "Aww, c'mon Piggy!" *whispers* "They're having a kid and it looks like they got kicked out or something..." Pigsy: *annoyed snort* Macaque, hearing the convo cus ears: "...Wukong do you honestly believe this place is safe?" Wukong: "Uh yeah - I order from here all the time!" Macaque: *judgemental glare* Wukong, laughes nervously: "Haha...Ok. I'm not 100% sure. Honestly I was thinking about how we're gonna get some food... You're in a... vunerable condition and I want to make sure we're at atleast fed and warm before deciding anything major. You know... future-wise." Macaque: *sighs tiredly* Pigsy & Tang, eavesdropping via kitchen counter: *looks at one another* Tang: *gives puppy-dog eyes* Pigsy, conflicted growling: "Grr... OK FINE! They can stay for some dinner and maybe crash on the futon for a bit. But once the rain clears off, I'm kicking them out!"

(Pigsy procedes to not kick them out, and instead over the course of the late-evening meal decides to hire Wukong/let the two monkeys stay in the empty top floor of the building. He's bad at saying no to Tang and bad at turning away sad-looking rain-soaked monkeys.)

I always love these ask-ins, even if I ramble a little off-topic with the ideas they gave me! As always ty @justweirddino !

I put the slightly rauchier ones under read more.

This one is 100% a line Tang has said aloud and in front of polite company without batting an eye. He has no shame.

Macaque and Wukong too. Gotta make sure anyone within striking distance knows that you're both taken. By eachother. Macaque says it to tease, Wukong says it as a warning.

And finally, an ask @justweirddino actually messaged me about ahead of time due to it being about a rather... spicy topic revovling around the immortal monkeys not understanding modern slang terms. Had to put it in two screenshot to fit.

XD

Nezha has most modern slang downloaded into his brain by the time he gets to earth. Not to use, but to decipher.

Wukong is def the person to remember a random detail from a movie trailer from years ago and take what the trailer says at face value. Also the thought of him randomly declaring that a movie mom is a MILF, serious-faced as the others look at him like he grew three heads (again), is sending me XD

[mystic-ang3l]

I love bg3 and stardew! I'd love to hear/read your interpretation of some of the characters meeting eachother! (Ex: Harvey and Gale, will and Elliot, karlach and Abigail)

thank you for the request :p i LOVE this idea

these are just little blurbs of the characters meeting each other and how that would go. i chose the pairings the way i did bc i felt like they made the most sense... if you want more let me know, enjoy!!

When Harvey and Halsin met..

Harvey was initially intimidated by Halsin.

Was confused by this large mass of a man entering his clinic.

They introduced and conversated with one another, seemingly getting along.

“So you’re a doctor? How interesting… I am also a healer of sorts. As a Druid, I was gifted my powers from Silvanus, as I now protect and care for his creations, whether that be animals in the forest, or fellow companions.”

Harvey kind of stares at him for a second.

As Halsin talks about his god-given power and healing abilities, Harvey can’t help but get a bit jealous.

Why was he gifted such healing powers? He didn't have to go to medical school for years, and take all of the god forsaken exams. 

“Yeah, well I went to medical school for many years. I had to learn how to help people, and I believe in the ability to use modern medicine to help my patients. I’m not too sure about your powers, but I believe that my method of healing works as well.”

Harvey spoke more passive aggressive than he liked, realizing that his jealousy was obvious.

“Pardon me… I tend to get a bit worked up when it comes to my profession. Your gift is amazing, I wish it had been that easy for me.”

Halsin registers that maybe he was gloating too much.

The last thing he wanted to do was offend anyone, especially not someone he just met, that was similar to him.

“I apologize dearly for my accidental gloating… I had no intention of discrediting your profession. I think the way that you’re able to heal people is nothing short of astounding. I know that it’s a privilege to help others and that feeling is… unlike any other.”

Harvey lets out a sigh of understanding and feels a bit better after their miscommunication is resolved.

As no patients entered the clinic, they continued to talk amongst themselves about medicine and healing, something they both are knowledgeable of.

Once it was 3:00 P.M. and the clinic was closed, they both said their farewells.

“I’ll return again in the near future. Farewell, Harvey.”

Harvey returns the goodbye, smiling as he thinks about the return of his new healer of a friend.

When Haley and Astarion met...

Astarion was walking through the small town of Stardew, observing the area.

He walks up to a wooden board with several different flyers posted.

Some are looking for certain foods, others looking for minerals and such.

But, there was one flyer that caught his eye. It was very colorful, and definitely pink.

“IN NEED OF SOMEONE TO GIVE A MAKEOVER!! I NEED EXPERIENCE FOR MY COSMETOLOGY LICENSE. SRS INQUIRIES ONLY!”

Astarion was a bit… intrigued by this.

Why? He would never let some girl use him for makeup… right?

As he’s deep in thought, a high-pitched voice from behind him made him jump a bit.

He turns around to see a short, teenage blonde girl. She had a huge smile plastered on her face, he was kind of scared.

“Hey mister, I saw you looking at my flyer! Are you interested?”

Astarion scoffs at her.

“Absolutely not.”

Haley looks a bit defeated, but something tells her she can convince him.

“Come on! I saw you looking at it for, like, 5 minutes! It won’t take long, I just need to do one makeover for my class and I can get my license. Pretty please?”

Astarion looks at her, raising his eyebrow. He never thought he’d be in a predicament like this, and he also never thought he’d be looking forward to something like this… but he’d never admit it to a soul.

“As long as you don’t make me look like a clown, dear, I guess I can fulfill your request.”

Haley jumps up and down, squealing.

Without a chance to think, Haley grabs Astarion’s hand and drags him to her house.

She seats him at her vanity, as she sets up all kinds of things. Makeup, hair tools, everything you could think of.

Astarion looks at all of this, and raises his eyebrow.

“I thought you said this wouldn't take long?”

Haley looks at him, a playful smile on her face. 

“It wont be long! Maybe like, an hour or two…”

Astarion sighs as he realizes what he’s got himself into. Although, he’s a bit excited for what the result will be.

As Astarion gets more comfortable, he also begins to talk more.

Especially when Haley starts to gossip about her neighbors.

“Yeah, there’s a boy that lives in that house named Sam, I think he totally might have a thing for me. I see him looking at me through the window sometimes. Oh! And he has this friend named Sebastian, and he’s so emo, it’s kind of scary…”

Astarion listens to her gossip, being slightly amused by it. 

He even chimes in from time to time.

After what feels like forever, Haley is finished with the makeover.

Astarion looks in the mirror, a bit taken aback by how… good he looks?

Deep down, he loves it. He loves the way the makeup looks, and how she puffed his hair up.

“So… what do you think?”

Astarion looks at her, trying to hide his excitement.

“It’s okay, a bit chalky but it’s plenty adequate.”

Haley scoffs, as Astarion laughs. 

Afterwards, Haley makes them tea as they sit at the table, continuing to gossip about the whole town.

When Maru and Gale met...

Maru was excited when Gale showed up in her mom’s carpentry shop.

She looked at him from afar, noticing his purple robe. Was he an actual wizard? With actual powers?

As Gale is talking to Robin, Maru comes around the corner and walks up to him.

“Hi! I’m Maru, I’m her daughter”

Gale looks at her, shaking her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Maru. Your mother was just telling me about how much you like science.”

Maru looks at Robin, making a face as she hates the fact that she was talking about her.

“Yeah, my dad’s a scientist, so I’m really into that kind of stuff. Do you want to see our lab?”

Maru speaks excitedly, realizing maybe she’s too enthusiastic. She doesn’t want to scare the (maybe) wizard off. 

“Of course, lead me there!”

Maru leads him to the small lab, where there are many scientific posters and instruments.

As they talk, Maru can’t help but wonder if he’s actually a wizard.

The possibility is killing her, and she refrains until she can’t help but ask.

“Are you a wizard? Like one who can cast spells and turn people into frogs?”

Gale is a bit taken aback by her sudden question, but then laughs a bit at her enthusiasm.

“Well, yes… you can call me a wizard. I have the powers to cast spells and such… and it is possible for me to turn people into frogs, though I don’t usually have reason to.”

Maru’s face lights up as so many questions pop into her head. Could he maybe show her a spell, or even teach her? Maybe he can turn her into something…

“Can you turn me into a frog? Right now?”

Gale raises his eyebrow, a bit hesitant to answer.

“Technically, it is possible… but what if someone like your mother sees? I don’t want people to dislike me already, for potentially turning their daughter into a frog.”

Maru is a bit disappointed. She pleads to the wizard, hoping he would listen.

“Please please please! I promise I won’t tell a soul! I just want you to turn me into a frog, and then you can turn me back into a human after. It would be revolutionary!” 

Gale takes a quick look around the room, before he sighs and looks back at Maru.

“Fine… but very quickly. Do not tell a soul about this.”

Maru nods as she stands in front of Gale.

As he focuses on her, a green colored hue appears around him as reaches a hand out towards her.

The next thing he knows, there is a small frog on the floor.

He crouches down to the little frog.

“There, you are now a small little frog. Can I change you back now?”

Gale is answered with a croak.

He stands back up, and as he begins the spell to make Maru human again, Robin walks in.

“Have you seen Maru recently? I can’t find her.”

Gale looks at her, eyes widening as he tries to contain himself.

“N-no, I haven’t seen her.”

Robin nods her head, and looks around. She spots the frog on the ground.

She approaches it and picks it up.

“Well hello little frog… you must be one of the frogs that keeps escaping from Sebastian’s room… I’ll go put you back.”

Gale’s heart drops to his stomach. He decides he has to tell her that the frog is Maru.

“Wait! That isn’t a regular frog. That may or may not be… your daughter?”

He speaks, his voice slightly high-pitched as he prays she won’t scream at him.

Robin’s jaw drops, as she looks at him angrily.

It seems like Gale has a lot of explaining to do, and a spell to cast after Robin finishes scolding him.

[starance]

The brain hitting us strong, so could you do something w/ dad!Sebastian (Stardew)? 👉👈 (also hi Cam! :])

( THE STARS HAVE HEARD YOUR WISH.)

ミ☆ “The memories we make with our family are everything.”

⤷ PAIRING SDV - Dad!Sebastian x gn!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 712

⤷ TAGS FLUFF, Domestic fluff ofc, small mention of drugs but it's a one time thing-

⤷ NOTES OMG HI ANON!! :D I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THAT FOR YOU! <3 also, you didn't specify gender so I went with gender-neutral hope you don't mind!

Okay, so Seb as a dad is like- the fluffiest man in existence second to Alex-

This man will sob over every small achievement your little angel makes but he wouldn't dare let you see (sam will watch this man breakdown in joy over the kid's first steps-)

He will happily support anything his kid wishes to do no matter what!

They wanna do Ballet? Go for it!

Soccer? Absolutely!

Do drugs? Oh- uh don't do that-

And he is so gentle with the kid as well, his patience knows no bounds after dealing with the step-father I refuse to name.

He wants to be a better father and overall parent than his own and will take his time helping them grow into a wonderful person.

He is also very sweet with teaching the kids and honestly seeing this man interact with even one child makes you want a bajillion more no matter how messy they are

"There we go sweetie, make sure to clean it up alright?" Your heart aches as you watch him softly wipe the paint off of your child's face-- that they somehow managed to get tangled into Sebastian's hair as well.

"That's a good look on you Sebby." you taunt playfully as the little rascal he was cleaning runs from his arms screaming cheerfully at their escape.

A soft sigh escapes his lips as he watched them roll around in the paint more. They were definitely going to need a bath tonight. You laugh and press a kiss to his cheek before heading out to check on the farm.

AAAAAAAAAAAA SEB FLUFF IS THE BEST OMG-

He will make sure that both he and the little rascal help light your load working on the farm as well, with the kid petting all of the animals and Seb helping to collect a few items you need to be shipped in time.

Overall all the help and domesticity is too much for all of our hearts.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Is there a ttrpg for recreating the vibes of games like Stardew valley? Farming mechanics aren't a must, this is mainly the small town farming community vibe and other aspects like the social aspect of games like those.

THEME: Small Town Farming

Here is a small selection of cozy games to warm your heart, with little-to-no violence and the opportunity to enjoy living out your cottage-core dreams!

Cozy Town, by Rae Nedjadi.

This game is an opportunity to sit down with friends and create a lovely town together. You’ll play out an entire year of this town, across sweet spring, sunny summer, soft autumn, and snuggled down winter. Together you’ll explore what makes people, and the communities they’re in, feel safe and cozy

If you like games that make you go "aaawww" and feel all soft and full of happy sighs, this is the game for you and your friends! The rules of this game are guided by the game  A Quiet Year with a splash of Dream Askew, both by Avery Alder.

This is a game that will focus more on community and less (if at all) about farming. It is a GM-less game for 3-6 players (with a solo option), that requires no prep at all and gives all of the players a say in what the town looks like and how events unfold. This is a game that takes a lot of inspiration from Stardew Valley, and if you really want to focus on non-violence, you should absolutely check it out. 

Under Hill, By Water, by Rise Up Comus

Under Hill, By Water is a stand-alone game with parts and procedures familiar to fans of old-school TTRPGs. It's explicitly a game about the quiet pastoral life of halflings so a lot of fat from dragons and/or dungeons has been trimmed off. There are tons of flavourful randomizers to make sure your halfling's life is quiet, but never boring. 

The book for this game has 3 chapters. The first chapter focuses on Character and Town creation: PCs focus characters and the GM can create the home town. The second chapter covers the rules - there will be elements of adventuring in this game, but there will also be resting in the firelight as you wind down from the day’s adventures. Chapter 3 outlines the four seasons and provides random tables for events and scenarios that upset the peaceful life of your little hobbits. 

The creator of this game has provided a Template Kit for anyone who wants to create their own supplements for this game, and some folks have already taken up on this opportunity, including the cozy adventure, Of Mushrooms Meet & Marvellous, by deserted gm, a game about a cooking competition. If you want a small, cozy adventure with a bit of a challenge, you might like this game. 

The Land Whispers, by Jessica Osborne

"You left your old life behind to settle in a vast and distant wilderness. It is untamed, but it is beautiful, and with time, it whispers stories of old to you. Play to reflect on where you came from, and to learn about the lifethat the land itself has led."

A collaborative, peaceful, settlement-based RPG where you and 1-3 other players build a homestead in the wilds of a distant  landscape and, by purpose or by chance, begin to discover the secrets of the land you live on. 

Build a quiet home for yourself and your friends or family, discover a great secret hidden within the land, and tell stories of the land and the people who came before you. All you need is a deck of cards and the guide book.

This is a cozy game, but it has the potential for some depth: your characters are living on top of a secret and they have to play to figure out what is going on. This is a GM-Less game, so it works very well for a group in which everyone wants equal say in what’s going on. This is also a game in which lore is generated by the group, rather than set out for you beforehand.

Take Root - Perennial Edition, by Katy Koop.

congratulations! you all have achieved the dream. you have a farm.  the world is nothing but possibility, at least for this next year.  you will work on your farm, foraging in the wilderness, and fighting through the caves for a year, until the harvest festival in the beginning of the next spring. make choices every day to win the festival. 

Take Root  is a solo or multiplayer farming game, using a six-sided dice and a journal or tracker of some sort to help you manage your inventory. If you use the multiplayer version, one person will play as the “mayor”, and be in charge of narration and the bank, while the other players will play farmers. There is a goal in this game: to win by gaining the most points. Your players will farm over 4 seasons, and at the end of the year, compete in the harvest festival to determine who has the most impressive achievements. 

This game feels very much like a tabletop version of Harvest Moon, where you can farm, buy materials, and adventure in the forest to find interesting items. It’s about 16 pages in length, carrying information about basic rules, the kinds of items in the town, a list of NPCs, and templates for character sheets and inventory trackers. This game has less mechanics that help with community building, so any social role-play you do might have to be imported using your imagination.

Mectors, by Chubby Crow Games

After the war, thousands upon thousands of bipedal mechanized fighting vehicles (or “Bimechs”) were left scattered across the land. Many were brought back to the capital cities to be repaired or scrapped, but the majority of them were too damaged to be easily transported. With the war won, the victors simply left their mechanical refuse in the battlefields to rust and wither.  Across the nations, in communities that had lost great numbers of working folk, these Bimechs replaced rudimentary tractors and mining equipment. Nobody knows who was the first to call them “Mectors”, but the name caught on and spread. The war ended over a century ago, and while the world still bears its scars, it has also healed. The capital cities still skirmish from time to time, but those fights rarely extend into the farmlands and mines of the common folk.

In Mectors, players take on the role of a farmer, miner, fisher, carpenter, or some other worker in a labor intensive field. Mector Owners come from all kinds of backgrounds. Some own a Mector that’s been in their family for generations. Others came across theirs recently, through purchase or luck. And a rare few have managed to piece their own together using scraps from decommissioned Mectors, but this is even harder than it sounds. No matter how they got it, they now have a powerful tool with a long history. This game is built on the Charge system.

This is a really interesting setting in that you have these big mechs to pilot around, but your goal is to make the land around you feel like home. I’ve described this game as a “beating swords into plowshares” kind of genre, and it still really sticks out to me in terms of how unique it is. Mectors is set in a larger world built by the author, Harper Jay. If you want to learn more about the broader setting, they have a free Into the Heartland primer on the game page for you to download and flip through, along with at Town Sheet and a Character Sheet for the game. This is an excellent option if you want to engage in farming and community building, but want a community already built before you start.

Banda’s Grove, by Pandion Games

The planes intermingled, not neatly defined, but patched and twisted into each other, all radiating out from where Banda stood. You can find the springy ground and dazzling colors of Alohi blended with the cold, snowy lands of Cluthar. The dry grasses and stone of Ágil folded around the dense, lush blues and floating fauna of Pese Malosi. The peoples are just as wonderful and varied as the planes they inhabit.

From the journal of Ranger Murie, First of the Grove

A crackling campfire, a cozy cabin, friendly company, a primordial quantum being in the shape of a white-tailed prairie dog, and making s’mores.  There’s really nothing quite like living at Banda’s Grove: The Quantum Convergence of Campgrounds. Banda’s Grove is a diceless, cozy, slice of life RPG with collaborative, legacy map drawing for 1+ players. A community-building game of discovery, quasi-magical quantum science, whimsy, and wonder!

This game is described as ��Stardew Valley meets Outer Wilds” in the game description. It’s a game where you can escape to a place weird yet unthreatening: there is no violence in Banda’s Grove. Your players are campers that explore a strange place while building new facilities, add onto the lore, and earn badges to improve your character. The author takes reference from Wanderhome, Outer Wilds, and Cozy Grove. You can check out the press kit here, and pick up some community-created content here!

[honey-crypt]

Hi! Can I please request a fic for Shane X GN Farmer, who has absence seizures. Please and thank you

★ a thousand yard stare - shane x epileptic!farmer ★

word count: 1.1k

warnings: medical episode, shane panicking, internalized ableism

summary: shane has a surprise for you as a means to thank you for being such a major part of his life and his mental health journey. however, a brief moment of you blinking out of reality sends him panicking and you soon have to confirm something you’ve hidden since moving to stardew valley

a/n: request #3 for my write-a-thon! a bit angsty but has a happy ending :3

You entered the small coop connected to Marnie’s ranch, grasping a letter from Shane about needing to see you- as he put it- “as soon as humanly possible”. The musing of hens and roosters clucking filled the room, their little heads bobbing about while they roamed their home. You saw chickens, but no Shane. A frown formed on your face, “Shane? Are you here?”

A series of clashing and banging suddenly erupted, “(Y/N)! One second!” soon, a paint covered Shane emerged from his spot, an angry looking chick squirming in his hands. You blinked in surprise, “Are you okay?” you approached the part-time rancher, examining the paint splatters.

“I’m fine,” answered Shane. The chick in his hands began to chirp aggressively, “Don’t ruin the surprise,” he reprimanded the little chicken.

“Surprise?” you inquired. Pink dusted his cheeks and Shane cleared his throat awkwardly, “Well, you’ve been a major part of my mental health journey,” his voice quivered, “You were there for me when I was at my lowest and now, I’m finally on the right track and I-”

The chick interrupted him with a peeved chirp, “Okay, okay, I’ll get to the point,” the gruffy man chastised the chick, “(Y/N), I don’t know how to thank you enough for being one of my biggest supporters,” Shane held up the chick to you, “but I hope this suffices.”

The chick leapt out of Shane’s hands and onto yours, a giggle escaping your lips while the chick nuzzled into your palm, “What a cutie,” you complimented the fuzzy critter, “Do they have a name?” you asked Shane.

“No,” was his response, “She’s only a few weeks old. I wanted to give you the chance to name her.”

You smiled at Shane and looked down at your new chicken, “You sure seem to be cuddly and sweet with me, but not with poor Shane who raised you these past few weeks,” you swore you saw the chick duck her head in shame at your comment, “TsuTsu will be your name.”

“TsuTsu?” the rancher eyed you up.

“After the tsundere trope in anime,” you elaborated, “Aggressive and mean on the outside to those they don’t trust and sweet and kind to those they do.”

“A perfect name then,” Shane stared down at TsuTsu, who stared back almost angrily. You snorted at the staring contest, “You two are such-” your voice suddenly cut itself off.

“(Y/N)?” Shane called out to you. He got no response, as you remained motionless. TsuTsu chirped with worry at her new owner’s state. Shane grasped your shoulders, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” your eyes were glossy, a blank stare on your face.

Again, no response. Panic struck Shane in the chest, as he attempted to make contact with you, “Please, (Y/N), what’s happening?! Are you okay?”

And just like that, you snapped back into reality, “You two are such a silly pair,” you finished your previous sentence. Shane let out a deep sigh of relief, “Oh my Yoba, you’re okay,” and sat down on the hay covered floor. You joined him on the floor, TsuTsu perched on your shoulder, and asked him, “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“Am I alright?” Shane let out a pained laugh, “You just lost contact with the world for almost a minute!” he exaggerated. To Shane, it felt like a minute, but in reality, it was only fifteen seconds or so.

“Oh,” you bowed your head to conceal your embarrassment, “I never told you, I have absence seizures.”

“Absence seizures?” he frowned.

“Yeah,” you began to explain, “It’s a type of epilepsy. Sometimes I have moments where I “blank out” because my brain misfires. It’s my normal.”

Shane’s face softened, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t want people to make a big deal out of it,” you confessed, “And it’s not like the kind of epilepsy where you drop to the floor, spasming. I don’t need people pitying me or trying to dismiss my reality, you know?”

“Yeah,” he gave you a sad smile, “I get that, actually. It makes sense why you wouldn’t want to tell anyone,” the smile turned to a frown, “What if you have one in front of someone who doesn’t know? Wouldn’t you end up in a worst situation like they call Harvey or make a big scene out of it?”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” you replied, “Harvey’s aware, too. He’s the one who prescribed me my anticonvulsants.”

“You scared me,” Shane admitted, “You really scared me.”

Now, it was your turn to be remorseful, “I’m… I’m sorry for scaring you, Shane. Truly, I am. You’re one of my closest friends,” Well, maybe more than a friend, “And I do trust you, I just wanted to have some privacy with my disability instead of enduring the same treatment like how it was in ZuZu City.”

Shane ran his hands through his unkempt hair, “I understand,” he laughed softly, “I think out of everyone in this town, I understand that the most.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “You are, you are the one who understands those feelings and concerns the most.”

Shane leaned forward and touched his forehead to yours, “Promise me that you’ll be careful, okay? I know you can’t control this, but at least have some form of medical identification on so people can help you when it happens.”

“Like a medical bracelet?” you pondered the idea, “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Shane pulled back and smiled at you, “You mean a lot to me. I want you to be safe and okay.”

“I extend the same to you,” you responded. Shane got up from the floor and held out a hand, you took it and pulled yourself up with TsuTsu cemented to your shoulder, “I do have one more surprise, though.”

“Oh? What is it?” you raised your eyebrows.

Shane rummaged through his work out jacket pockets and pulled out two shiny tickets, “I’m taking you to your first Tunnelers game tonight.”

“What?!” you gawked, “Really? How come?”

“Just another way I want to say thank you for being you,” he grasped your hand in his free one and squeezed it, “And I don’t know… maybe something special will happen.”

Your heart fluttered and with a sudden surge of confidence, you pecked him on the cheek, “I can’t wait.” you carefully plucked TsuTsu off your shoulder, “I gotta get back to the farm, but I’ll see you tonight.”

Shane’s face was as red as a tomato, “Yeah, tonight, I’ll see you then,” he then waved you off when you left the coop and promptly plopped back down on the floor. Charlie, his beloved chicken, walked over and situated him in Shane’s lap.

“I guess I have a chance,” he muttered to himself, a hand pressed against the cheek you kissed, “I have a chance.”

[yume-no-ai]

Married

“LEIA YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

The loud sound coming from Mikey, sitting in the lair’s kitchen, almost choking on his pizza

The other 3 brothers turned their heads to the duo so fast, disbelief what they’re hearing right now

Especially Raphael

“Mhmm! I’m planning to have kids soon” Leia took a slice and munching next to Mikey. (Leia always visit their lair when she’s on her off day)

“When did you get married?” “This week” “Nice!”

Leo, Raph & Donnie were so confused and couldn’t help but to join the conversation

“Whoah whoah hold it right there! Leia, why you never tell us you’re married?” Leo asked.

Leia took another bite, “I thought you guys didn’t care…”

Raph, who had his jaw dropped the whole time snapped, “Didn’t care?! Leia! How could ya! ‘Nd ya just turned 20 tis’ year too! Aren’t ya too young fo’ this?”

Leia shrugged. “I love him, Raph. He is adorable and very helpful. He is very sweet towards his grandparents too 🫶🏼”

Hearing this made Raph’s heart crushed and boiled in anger. Everyone in this lair knows he loves Leia but didn’t want to admit it. Never knew she would slipped away from him so soon. Never knew he was too late for her.

“Who did you choose again? Alex was it?” Leia nodded at Mikey’s question.

Donnie who had observing the whole scene finally spoke up. He swore he heard both of them talking about this ‘Alex’ guy every time the two playing a game, “You guys…” he sighed. “Is this the game you two always talking about? What was it? Sun view Valley?”

“Stardew Valley” Mikey corrected him, “and yes. We were talking about the game. What?? You all think Leia is married for real?? Hahahaha who wants her— OWW!” he whimpered after Leia pinched him.

Leo & Raph looking dumbfounded while Donnie just sigh 😔 “Leia, you knew we’re clueless yet you kept quiet about it huh?”

“Hehehe I like drama” Leia chuckled, making Donnie shook his head and ruffled her hair.

“W-wait! So it’s all just a game thingy?”

“That’s right, Raph. My character married a character, namely Alex, in game. Maybe I should go after Leah in my 2nd file” Leia answered taking another slice. “And I’ve been trying to woo Haley…..or Penny!” Mikey interrupted.

Raph sighed in relief and quickly coughed to compose himself. “For a second, I thought you finally married a man who accept yer ugliness”

He got thrown pizza crusts on his face

.

.

.

.

.

**BONUS**

“Do you think I’m ugly, Raphael?”

He shivered when the white-silvered hair girl, back facing him, asking him that question. Both of them decided to take an evening stroll on rooftops after having pizza. It’s their weekend routine; stroll after dinner. New York City always a beautiful sight to look at during night time.

“Uhm…” Raphael started, rubbing at the back of his neck, feeling guilty with his words. He sighed, “Ya know I didn’t meanit, Leia. It was a joke.”

He heard the girl letting out a sob. Panicking, he rushed towards her, “Hey hey! Leia— I… please don’t cry….yer a beautiful girl inside and out! ‘Nd if anybody says otherwise, then they’re gonna eat my sais”.

Leia turned facing him and gave a wink while stuck-out tongue at him, “Just kidding~ Aaawww i never knew you feel that way about me~ You should compliment me more, Raph.” Leia flipped her smooth hair before running away from Raphael.

The turtle in red stood in shock before chasing after his Leia.

“ARRRGGHH LEIAAA! COME BACK HERE!! YOU ARE SO GONNA GET IT!”

[ripflemeth]

“six sentence sunday”

(for ppl who can’t count, and on a tuesday)

i was tagged by @cumbiazevran a few weeks ago but im slow as molasses. so here is (finally) an excerpt from one of my recent writings, a Superstore AU for Dragon Age, featuring Fenris (it was either going to be this or the Stardew Valley AU lmao).

Tagging @orlesianapologist @fivekoboldsinacoat @exhausted-archivist if’n yall want to participate

He'd been trying to sleep. Trying being the operative word. Why Fenris had agreed to let Sebastian use his loft for a prayer meeting, he'll never know. Of course they'd invited him to join, and of course he refused. He had a shift tonight, and he needed to sleep if he was going to stay on his feet, but as an out-of-tune hymn filled the air, he groaned and turned over on his mattress.

The phone lit up, bright in the room, darkened by blackout curtains. He grabbed it, expecting Solas to be badgering him about the vitamin scheme he'd been trying desperately to get him to sign up for, or maybe it was Dagna looking for Splatoon 3 partners, or maybe it was Merrill saying she forgot something in his car. He did not expect it to be Hawke. [2:32pm] Hey Fenris He sat bolt upright, blinked a few times. Was she really reaching out to him again? Hey Fenris. What did it mean? Oh. She was typing. His heart pounded in his chest as the three little dots flickered across the screen. And then? [2:33pm] Can you cover Donnic’s opening shift Monday? [2:33pm] I can give second shift Sunday to make it an easier transition [2:35pm] This is Hawke, by the way Of course. Work stuff. He sighed and tossed the phone to the side, wiping a frustrated hand across his face. What did he expect? A colleague was all he ever should have been to her in the first place, and now--for sure--it is all he would ever be. He remembered himself and reached for his phone. [2:42pm] Yes.Then he got up and put on his trainers. This nap wasn't happening. Might as well go for a run.

[manwhoregillion]

Hello, I hope you are doing well <3 may I request a florist reader with Sebastian from Stardew balley Thank you ✽

Good

Sebastian x Florist!Reader

Word Count: 761

Warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking, a little sprinkle of angst

Pronouns used: They/Them

I did not mean to make this angsty but it is just a curse I guess. I Hope you enjoy it!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“(Y/N) what are you doing up?” at the sound of their husbands voice, (Y/N) turned to face him whilst hiding their newest projects behind them.

“What do you mean? It’s not that late” (Y/N) nervously giggled out, avoiding eye contact.

“It’s like 3 in the morning, just come to bed please,” Sebastian sighed resting his forehead against (Y/N)’s. The two stayed in this position for many moments, forgetting everything around them until (Y/N) heard the leaves of their newest creation rustling in the breeze.

“Seb, I need to finish my work I’ll be in bed in a second,” Sebastian smiled at (Y/N), a smile that didn’t reach is eyes and (Y/N) could see that. They didn’t mention it though. They could tell how much it hurt Sebastian when they would ditch him for their work, but he never dared mention his feelings out of fear that he would hurt them. He just wanted to see (Y/N) happy and no matter how much it pained him to wake up alone if this made them happy then so be it. Seb said his goodnight with a small kiss to his lovers cheek and made his way to bed.

It took (Y/N) some time to get back to work. Fall was ending soon, and they wanted to get as much gold as they could before winter came and left their crop fields barren and empty. On top of that they were trying to make their husband something special to celebrate their recent wedding. This however left the poor farmer working nonstop to ensure that they could finish all the projects they had set out to do, unfortunately leaving other parts of their life such as relationships on the back burner. (Y/N) just hoped that this arrangement would be enough to make Sebastian forgive them for their neglect recently.

~*~

“Have you considered just talking to them?” Sebastian was currently sitting at the bar of the saloon with Abigail and Sam, complaining about his problems and trying (and failing) to cover his sadness with boozes and cigarettes.

“But what if they get mad at me and then I ruin our relationship and then they pack up all their stuff and move to the desert and-”

“Bro, they would never move to the dessert,” Sebastian looked up at Sam hopefully,

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, you can’t grow cany flowers in the desert,” Abigail smacked Sam across the head and went back to comforting Sebastian.

“Seb they love you so much and nothing is going to change that, I’m sure if you just talked to them about it they would understand,” Abigail finished her point with a comforting pat to his back.

Sebastian rested his head in his hands. He knew Abigail was right, but the thought was scary. They would never leave him. He was sure of it.

~*~

Sebastian walked into (Y/N)’a workshop again, watching them work in silence for a few moments.

“Hey (Y/N)-”

“Just give me like five seconds I need to finish something” Sebastian sighed, maybe he should just leave them to their work. Was he really justified to ask them to stop when it made them so happy? God he should just shut up and leave them alone.

“Here!” (Y/N) smiled brightly at him, their arms were outstretched, and, in their hands, they held a vase of flowers, “I really hope you like it, I put in a lot of effort. It’s mainly purple and black flowers because I know they’re your favourite colours. There are some black roses, black dahlias, there’s some lavender out here because I thought you would like it and some pansies here. Oh! I also put some frozen tears I got in the mines a few seasons back on the vase because I know they’re you’re favourite!”

(Y/N) looked up, trying to gage Sebastian’s reaction. He seemed pretty emotionless, staring intently at the flowers. Maybe this was a bad idea, (Y/N) should have never neglected their new marriage over something so trivial.

‘I mean its fine if you don’t like them, I can just sell it, it’s no big deal really-”

“I love you so much,” Sebastian looked up at (Y/N), seeing a wide smile quicky grace their features.

Sebastian took the vase in their hands and admired it closely, before setting it down beside him to take (Y/N) in his arms instead.

“So, I’m guessing you like it?” Sebastian chuckled and placed a peck on (Y/N)’s cheek.

“I love it dear,”

“Good,” (Y/N) smiled smugly at Seb who only laughed at their reaction.

“Good,”

[morefandomscenarios]

OP Characters and Video Games

A/N: Wow this got so long I am so sorry lol

Will turn off the console and pay attention to you when you ask them to stop playing.

Sanji, Brook, Killer, Law, Marco, Rocinante

Will sit you on their lap and resume playing their games when you ask them to stop playing.

Zoro, Franky, Kid (only if he's in a good mood), Shanks

Will load a multiplayer game and hand you the second controller when you ask them to stop playing.

Luffy, Usopp, Robin, Ace, Sabo

Will ignore you when you ask them to stop playing, is totally focused on the game.

Nami, Kid, Roger

Is very pissed off and doesn't speak to you for a whole week when you unplug the console's cable.

Nami, Kid, Sabo

Sighs in defeat and apologizes for neglecting you when you unplug the console's cable.

Ace, Killer, Law, Roger

Rages and throws a chair, break some lamps, shatters a monitor screen or two, flings the game CD out the window, maybe breaks an arm.

Kid

Rages and slices the controller into pieces.

Zoro

Rages and lights the console on fire.

Ace, Sabo

Malds but does it in a fairly 'calm' way - should probably record it and turn it into ASMR video.

Robin, Law, Shanks

Is very seiso calm even when playing rage-inducing games; probably finishes I Am Bread, Getting Over It, and Pogostuck, with no sweat.

Killer, Marco

The type that buys newly released games as soon as they come out.

Luffy, Ace, Roger

The type that waits patiently for reviews and patches to go out before buying a game.

Sabo, Law

The type that casually walks into a game store whenever they pass by and buy some games they find interesting.

Brook, Kid, Killer

Religiously follows a publisher and buys every single game they release, probably has a few favorite directors or writers.

Usopp, Franky, Sabo, Law

A completionist and is proud of it.

Usopp, Franky, Ace, Sabo, Kid

Trophies? Achievements? Platinum? What are those?

Luffy, Robin

Steals your card to buy games because they're little gremlins.

Ace, Sabo, Kid

Has their own budget to buy games like a responsible human being.

Law, Marco, Killer

Is a god at Beat Saber.

Zoro (ever seen someone play with 3 controllers before? Now you have)

Is a god at DDR.

Nami

Is a god at Valorant.

Ace

Played 500 hours of Stardew Valley, tried out all the farm houses, married all villagers at least once, and completed all achievements.

Nami, Robin (played multiplayer with Franky)

Invested 500 hours in Animal Crossing; has remodeled their island over ten times, has all the rare islanders residing on their island, has a beautiful scenic island with an equally beautiful house.

Law (sssh it's a secret)

Cries while playing Undertale because pacifist route's ending is just too good.

Franky, Ace, Kid (will deny it whenever you bring it up), Killer, Rocinante, Roger

Cries while playing Undertale because they keep dying on genocide route (you know what I'm talking about).

Ace, Rocinante, Roger

Plays Deltarune chapters as soon as they're out.

Luffy, Franky, Ace, Kid

Bides their time and plans to binge-play Deltarune once all the chapters are out.

Law, Killer, Sabo

Has played every Pokemon game that ever existed.

Luffy

Has played every Final Fantasy game that ever existed.

Usopp

Has played every Tales game that ever existed.

Roger (sometimes drags Rayleigh to play co-op with him)

Perfect partner in Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes; explains calmly as the instructor and keeps their head cool as the bomb dismantler.

Robin, Law, Marco

Worst partner in Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes; has their own unique (aka incomprehensible) ways of describing symbols/puzzles and/or panics/rages every five seconds.

Luffy, Ace, Kid, Rocinante, Roger

Finds loopholes and inconsistencies, not afraid to talk shit about Ace Attorney's plots.

Law, Sabo

Has played all Ace Attorney games and is amazed upon seeing the protagonist walking around the courtroom in The Great Ace Attorney - "LOOK BABE HE'S WALKING AROUND!!!!!!!" Bonus: he starts using the "Pray forgive the discourtesy..." phrase before going feral now

Sabo

Is enamored by the Ace Attorney series and is now playing Ghost Trick; they're determined to play all of the games where Shu Takumi is involved.

Sabo

Accidentally played all Persona games and thinks they're dope, moved on to Megami Tensei games, and oh shit please help, now they're trapped and is throwing money at Atlus???

Koby

Played the DS version of TWEWY and hates the new version in Switch; refuses to play Neo TWEWY.

Kid

Lady Dimitrescu? W-who's that? *frantically tries to hide a life-sized body pillow on their bed*

Ace

Is secretly one of the famous RPers in GTA V NoPixel even though they don't stream their content.

Brook (has a lot of characters with varying personalities, from cops to crims to EMS to musicians to business owners), Robin (popular because of her voice and the way she casually drops dark humor while chuckling in her speeches)

"I might be too old for this whole video gaming thing - but that ain't gonna stop me from mingling with the youths!"

Roger, Shanks, Rocinante (forces himself to learn because he wants to play with Law), Oden, Kizaru

"I'm too old for this video gaming thing."

Rayleigh, Kaido, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Akainu, Aokiji

[stellawella97]

Atelephobia: The Fear of Never Being Good Enough (Shane/Gender Neutral Farmer) - Chapter 1/3

Just posted 1/3 of my first Stardew Valley fanfic!

Read it below or over @ AO3

Summary:

Shane has got 99 problems but never did he think the entire world losing its colour would be one of them.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It started off as just any other normal day in Shane’s life.

The chickens clucked noisily outside, the cows joining in their song occasionally with their loud chorus of moo’s. None of these sounds woke Shane up in the slightest - he heard them every day and he’d grown so accustomed to the noise, he figured he’d still be able to continue sleeping even if his bedroom floor caved in beneath his bed.

The slightly battered alarm clock sitting on Shane’s bedside table began its shrill ringing at 6:30am sharp. Shane tended to run by a strict ‘5 more minutes’ rule when it came to waking up in the morning however. Refusing to open his eyes till he absolutely had to, Shane managed to turn off the alarm clock by swatting aimlessly with his hand till it met with cold metal and the ringing stopped.

He tried to fall back asleep for those precious extra 5 minutes of peace before he had to leave for his soul-sucking job at JojaMart. However, memories of the night before began to flood back into his mind. Shane had been up in the mountains late at night, drinking again. He faintly remembered seeing the hermit (Linus, was it?) entering his tent, a plastic bag that was stuffed to the brim with what looked like half-eaten food grasped tightly in his hands.

Shane had drunk a couple cans of beer before he decided to enter the mines nearby. It had been dark and full of strange noises neither human nor animal could make but Shane had managed to make it down several floors with a pickaxe he’d found at the mine entrance in his drunken state. As to why he’d chosen to do this, Shane had no idea whatsoever.

He didn’t remember much else except for the sound of a creature speaking in a garbled ancient language, a warm tingling sensation that filled his entire body, and finally the sharp pain that shot through his head as he finally keeled over from the amount of alcohol in his system, smashing his head against the rocky terrain. Oddly enough, his head didn’t hurt at all this morning. Doctor Harvey must’ve patched him up real good this time. Or maybe Marnie had. Who’d even brought him back to the house?

Just as he was beginning to wonder if he was actually found with trousers on this time, Shane heard the sound of the front door slamming shut. Marnie must have gone out to feed the animals. Shane was just about to roll over onto his side to continue his reminiscing when it began to dawn on him that he’d probably been in bed for more than just 5 minutes.

Shane quickly sat up in bed and grabbed the alarm clock. It was now 7:10am! He couldn’t risk Morris docking his pay again this month - he had to get to JojaMart quick. He jumped out of bed and had just put his leg through a pair of jeans when he noticed that it’d turned from blue to gray. When had that happened? He remembered wearing this exact pair of jeans just two days ago and he certainly hadn’t ever bought gray ones before.

It was then that he realized - everything had turned gray from his walls, to the cushion placed in front of the television set, to the alarm clock, and even his own skin.

I’ve finally done it, haven’t I? I died in those fucking mines last night and now, I’m in some kind of Hell?

The thought ran through Shane’s mind as he spun around, inspecting everything in his room for any sign of colour. This was to no avail. Even his favourite pair of boxers was gray with slightly darker gray hearts dotting it. In a moment of pure desperation, Shane decided to pinch himself as hard as he could on his arm in an attempt to find out if he was in fact still alive. He was.

Rubbing the sore patch of skin on his arm, Shane decided that he didn’t have time to waste standing here and waiting to see if the world around him would get its colour back. If he was still alive, he needed to get to work pronto. He quickly pulled on his ratty, old JojaMart jacket that still did its job and ran out of the house, only just remembering to shut his bedroom door behind him because he just didn’t think he could deal with Marnie yelling at him again about the mess of empty beer cans and pizza boxes in there.

Shane ran through town, almost knocking over Abigail who had just left Pierre’s General Store with a flute in her hands. It worried him to no end that even her usually bright purple of her hair (She must dye it, right?) was now a dull gray, but Shane had no time to be stressing about that now. He’d just have to wait till during his break or after work.

Once he’d arrived at JojaMart, Shane immediately went to the employees office to clock in and change into the uniform. He took a moment to glance at his reflection in the mirror and sighed as he noted that the usually bright blue uniform was just as unflattering as always in a gray shade. He walked out onto the shop floor and began stocking the shelves, determined to just get through the day now.

However, he must’ve done something to offend Yoba because Shane’s shift did not go well at all. He’d first managed to trip over his own feet and crashed straight into the display of limited edition shrimp-flavoured Joja Cola that he’d been hard at work stacking up for over an hour. As Shane was stomping angrily back onto the shop floor with a bucket of soapy water and a mop in his hands, he’d then bumped into Pam who’d screamed in rage when she discovered her brand-new jumpsuit was now soaked. Even though he’d apologized profusely to Pam, Shane still had to sit through an hour and a half of Morris’s lectures as well as had his paycheck docked for the day to reimburse Pam for the damages.

Just as he thought his day couldn’t get any worse however, Shane was just about to clock out for his lunch break when Morris asked him to help Sam unload the delivery trucks that had just arrived with a new shipment of powdered butter, gluten pucks and Carbo Cones. This meant he had to endure almost an hour’s worth of listening to Sam go on and on about how awesome some indie band in Grampleton was - which on some days, was fine. Just not today, for Yoba’s sake. Instead of putting up a fuss however (Morris wouldn’t care anyway), Shane simply gritted his teeth and headed out to the back of JojaMart.

It wasn’t till 2pm that Shane finally managed to clock out for his break. He flopped down onto a seat at a small round metal table in the employee’s break room and stared at the silently humming vending machine in the corner of the room. The vending machine sold only JojaMart products, all of them disgusting and overly sweet - Shane had tried each one. At first, he wondered to himself ‘Wasn’t that vending machine blue before?” before it dawned on him for the second time that day that he hadn’t been able to see colours all day. As crazy as it sounded, he’d just been so distracted with work that he hadn’t had time to notice.

Shane leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, biting his lower lip in concentration. How had this happened? Had something happened to him in the mines? Maybe he should pay Doctor Harvey a visit after work, he would know what to do.

“Knock knock!,” a familiar voice suddenly came from the direction of the door. Shane, who had been staring blankly at a spot on the table, looked up to see who had managed to sneak into the break room in surprise but flinched almost immediately, bringing a hand up to shield his eyes from the sudden burst of colour amongst the gray. Once his eyes had adjusted, Shane saw that the voice belonged to the new farmer that had recently moved into the farm out of the town. They were now standing by the door, their hands clasped behind their back.

He must’ve been staring at the farmer for just a moment too long because they’d then asked “Shane? Are you okay? with an eyebrow raised questioningly. Shane cleared his throat and stood up from his chair, moving to stand in front of the vending machine. It was hard to tell what he was looking at when all the cans were the same gray colour, but he pretended to be deciding which drink he was going to buy to buy himself some time. His heart was beating so fast in his chest, Shane began to wonder if he was about to pass out.

Why’s the farmer the only one who’s in colour? Why of all people has it got to be them?!

Just as he thought of something smart to say, Shane heard the sound of the break room door opening again. He spun around to find the farmer already halfway out the door. However, the farmer noticed at the last moment that Shane had finally turned around and was now looking at them. They hesitated for a moment before saying with a shy smile tracing their lips “I’ve gotta go now but...I’ll be stopping by the Stardrop Saloon tomorrow night, I hope I’ll see you there there?”

“I-I’ll see you there!,” Shane blurted out, feeling his cheeks begin to heat up. The farmer flashed him a warm smile before shutting the door behind them. Shane fell back into his seat and buried his face in his hands, mentally screaming at himself for two main reasons. One, he had sounded way too excited at the prospect of seeing the farmer again. Two, had the farmer just subtly invited him on a date? And did he just...agree to it? What was going on today?!

Not once did he stop to wonder why the farmer hadn’t turned gray like everything else, himself included.

Shane managed to breeze through the second half of his shift at JojaMart without any further mishaps, and had made it all the way back home with his head high up in the clouds. He popped a frozen pizza he’d stolen from JojaMart’s freezers into the oven and entered his bedroom, kicking his shoes off at the door.

He was just wondering if people still brought their date flowers in these modern days when he noticed a small slip of paper that was being held in place beneath a small stone that was smooth to the touch. Written on the paper in a barely legible script were the words ‘Lost your ability to see colour, huh? If you want it back, meet me at the mines tonight at 11pm’.

Shane looked around his room and decided to check the windows. They were locked. Whoever had delivered this note must’ve come in from the front door but Marnie who had been home all day would have said something to him if someone had come looking for him. She hadn’t though, so they must have snuck in without her seeing. Now he knew how they got in, there was still one question left unanswered:

Who sent me this note?

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Author Notes:

Part 2 will be up sometime later this week so stay tuned for that.

If you'd like my work and would like to support me, please consider donating to my Ko-fi @ https://ko-fi.com/stellawella97 where I am offering custom fanfic commissions for a cup of coffee! It'd really help me out. Thank you <3

[suttttton]

Groundhog Day (my beloved) and Stardew Valley 👀👀👀

Groundhog Day!!! (for those of you who are new, groundhog day is about elias gets trapped in a time loop between the unknowing and the eyepocalypse and it forces him to have a redemption arc) i'm currently working on outlining the second draft, which is a VERY big process considering the first draft is 60k words and A Gigantic Mess and also time loop stories are COMPLICATED. important recent updates include: elias thinks jon is So Fucking Annoying in the early loops (which sucks for him because loops 2 and 3 both involve jon fully moving in with elias for like a year), elias takes tim on several bonding(?) road trips for... somewhat complicated reasons, and martin no longer survives to the end of loop #15 (RIP, Martin now dies in a full 50% of the loops, which is more than any of the other main characters except Tim) anyway here's another excerpt, something a little different this time:

Jon curls his hands into Martin’s shirt, sobbing. Martin just holds him, firm but cold. Distantly, he hopes Jon will be alright, even as he shifts with discomfort at having Jon so close. “Jon,” Martin says eventually. “It’s alright.” Jon just shakes his head, curling tighter against Martin. “Oh, Jon,” Martin rumbles, stroking a hand through his hair. He still knows how to perform the gestures of caring, even if the touch itself now repels him. He does care about Jon. He wants to care about Jon, at least. “It was always going to happen this way. The Lonely has always had me. I just didn’t know how deep it went, until…” “I need you,” Jon pleads, squeezing tighter into him, trying to work the Eye into his fog, to See him. “Jon.” Martin’s voice is suddenly stern, and the fog increases. “Don’t.” Jon gasps at the sudden blindness, then hitches another sob into Martin’s chest. Quietly, he says, “I’m sorry.” Martin sighs, and starts rubbing circles into Jon’s back. “I’m still here,” he says. “At least as much as you are. You don’t have to look for me.” Jon thinks about Martin’s warmth, his bright smile whenever he brings Jon tea, the soft press of his lips and the salty taste of the tears dripping from his cheeks as they said goodbye, I promise I’ll see you soon. He barely contains another sob. So many good, important things about Martin, eroded away by sand and fog.

(this is from loop #4, aka the Monster Boyfriends one)

Stardew Valley is a series of vignettes based on the TMA-themed farm @this-is-such-a-bad-decision play together (i play as jon and she plays as martin and we defend each other from all the fucking monsters on our farm it's very wholesome). it doesn't exist much beyond outline form right now, but if you want a sneak peek there's this very fluffy vignette i quietly posted like two years ago about jon and chickens

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Life as a Teenage Psychic

Chapter 3: Life's a Fucking Rollercoaster

Chapters: 3/4

Rating: T

AN: Sorry this is late! I meant to post this on Thursday, but then I may or may not have played Stardew Valley for two days straight... Oops lol. Anyway, here's more psychic shenanigans!

------------------------------

“Simon,” Penny shouts from the kitchen, “are you going to want any of these leftovers? If not, I’m gonna eat them all!”

“It’s alright, go ahead!”

“You sure?”

“Don’t worry, Pen, go ahead. I’ll be with Baz all night. We’ll probably order pizza or something. There it is!”

I snatch up my notebook and stuff it in my knapsack. With that, my pencil case, and my laptop, I should be fine. Most of the stuff is online anyway. Baz has been helping me sort through the sources, and now he’s got them all in a fancy table. I think he’s one of those weirdos who enjoys making spreadsheets. Truly terrifying but I’m also not complaining.

Out in the hallway, Penny is leaning on the wall, a container of half finished fries in her hand. Her eyes are very narrow behind her glasses. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Baz lately.”

“Uh, yeah, we have a project together,” I chuckle.

“I know, but this is what, the third time you two are meeting up this week?”

“I guess. It’s not like I’m keeping track. I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Pen.”

Penny sighs, hand on her hip. “I’m not ‘getting’ at anything, Si. I’m just saying that you’ve been hanging out with him a lot, more than a school project normally demands.”

“And...?”

“And I’m wondering if a project isn’t the only reason you want to be around him?”

My face immediately flushes way too much. “Penny!”

She holds up her hands in seeming deference or surrender. “Hey, it’s just a question, Si. You spent weeks hating him and now you’re spending a lot of time with him.”

Is Penny trying to make my skin melt off? Because it’s about to. “Because we have a project , Pen! Once it’s over, we’ll stop hanging out alright?”

There’s a little twist in my gut for some reason. Not important, I’m going to be late. I start walking past Penny, but she follows behind. “I’m not saying that hanging out with Baz is bad! I”m just confused about what’s going on! I mean, is Baz actually nice?”

“No!” It’s my automatic response, but it only takes a few seconds to give the real answer. “I mean...kind of? He can be rude sometimes, and he’s a bit of a snob, but he’s not as much of a tosser as I thought he was. We work well together at least.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really! He listens to my dumb ideas and works with them. And he’s been really helpful with the research. I’ve got way more stuff to work with now because of him. Plus Baz makes sure my writing is coherent. I may actually do well in this class!”

I grin hard, trying to rid Penny of all her worries, but it doesn’t. Dammit. I just continue packing my stuff.

“Again,” Penny says, “I’m not saying that hanging out with Baz is a bad thing. I just want you to be cautious. Baz was a total prick to you before and he could be again. I know you saw you two together in a vision-”

“That’s not important,” I blurt out. My face is still too hot. “The vision was total bullocks, Pen. I don’t want to be with him anyway. He’s a good project partner, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to date him!”

Penny is still suspicious and worried, I can feel it as clear as day. But they’ve both gone down somwhat. I’ll take it. “Alright,” Penny sighs. “Whatever you say. Have fun with your tumblr blog.”

“It’s not a tumblr blog! And it’s a project, of course I’m not having fun!”

------------------

READ THE REST ON AO3!

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: save file 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: chigasaki itaru/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 3.0k words

𝐚𝐧: itaru event? itaru fic! me loving fake dating + direct af titles? nothing changed~ sequencing of events might be weird, oops~

■■■■■■■■■■■□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 2 LOADED

Itaru’s not the least bit surprised at the sight of your wrinkled nose; neither is he shocked at the crease that formed between your brows nor the narrowing of your eyes. It must be a lot to take in, truly, but it had to be done.

“Chigasaki-kun,” you said, immediately trailing off as though you couldn’t convey the rest of your thoughts. That was fine, he thought, he can wait for his SP to fill up for 100 minutes so surely he can wait a couple more minutes for your response.

It’s a bit embarrassing, but maybe he needs to explain a bit more? He doesn’t mind too much, he was putting you on the spot, after all.

“I know it’s sudden,” Itaru said apologetically, “but I need you. You’re the only one who can—“

“Chigasaki-kun,” you repeated, sounding firmer this time around. At this point, Itaru noticed that your eyes never left the cafe table that separated the two of you, or rather what laid right smack in the centre of it. As soon as he slid it towards you, your eyes had gone from wide and surprised to squinting, almost as though it had offended you.

He was so focused on your line of sight that he failed to notice the sudden rush of red that raced across your cheeks. After a moment of silence, you let out a deep breath.

“Why the fuck did you just give me a replica of Byleth’s ring from Fire Emblem?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he dug through his pocket to bring out another ring, the exact same design, “I have another one.”

■■■■■■■■□□□□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 4 LOADED

“Hey, you made it! Thanks for coming, Chigasaki-sa—“ as he took in the sight of your locked hands, his co-worker let out a comically loud gasp, before trying and failing to cover it up with an awkward cough.

Itaru’s not stupid, at the very least he’s definitely not blind or deaf. Besides the gracious host, he can tell everyone is shocked and staring. They’re not even trying to be discrete about it anymore.

The people from his department had been gossiping for all of last week, creating speculations on his love life. The theories had a lot of exaggeration, a lot of denial.

You squeezed his hand a little tighter, him reciprocating to reassure you.

Envy. Judgement.

Still, as he glanced at your face to check for any sign of discomfort only to find a poised smile, he was once again reminded by your strength and fortitude. He always admired that from you, and it was always so enthralling to see that side of you in action.

■■■■■■■■■■■■□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 1 LOADED

“You’ll come, won’t you?” Itaru let out a quiet hum, yet refusing to answer immediately. Though he’d prefer to sit out of most gatherings, he particularly disliked going to non-essential get-togethers where the only real purpose was for his co-workers to eat and drink less restrained as they would with the higher-ups around.

Normally he would have some excuse conjured up, maybe even pretend to check his phone calendar and reject the invite apologetically. However, he had already skipped out three times, consecutively.

He already breached the three strikes and you’re out rule, and he’s not so sure risking going for four would be the smartest play for his reputation… but it probably wouldn’t hurt to save game and set aside his decision making for later.

“I’ll have to check my schedule. I just need to check with someone first,” he said, thinking back to the director and the rest of spring troupe. Would any of them give him an excuse he has yet to use?

“Ahh, feel free to bring your sister then!” the man paused, a small smirk appearing as his eyebrows waggled. “Unless you wanna bring, you know, a friend.”

■■■■■■■■■■■■■□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 2 LOADED

“You just don’t want to suffer alone,” you said, using your fork to prod at the meal he treated you to. Surely a one time gathering wasn’t all there is to it? Chigasaki Itaru, who always kept his life outside work private, suddenly wanting people to know he had a significant other?

Even though he didn’t?

“I’ve been to those— I know they suck,” you continued, your eyes darting away from the silver band to look at him properly, “will this even benefit you?”

“It’ll probably be annoying at first,” he replied, keeping eye contact to let you know how serious he was, “dealing with everyone’s questions, but they’ll eventually just accept it and stop bothering me.”

“What about me?”

“You work somewhere else— they won’t get the chance to bother you,” he pointed out, propping his elbow on the table as he rest his cheek on his knuckles. He continued seeing as you stayed silent, “plus, don’t you have anyone bothering you about your lack of a love life?”

In any other instance, you probably would have made a remark about him being too dedicated to his waifus to date as well, but you could only grimace as you recalled the upcoming family reunion. If your aunts teased you again for not being in a relationship… if your mom kept insisting that you were just hiding a secret boyfriend to delude herself…

“Fine, but in exchange—“

Itaru let out a chuckle, “so the matching rings aren’t enough? I’ll have you know, they’re Class A replicas.”

You snorted, “stop, stop! I’m being serious here!” you said, lightly kicking his feet from beneath the table. When he moved to retaliate, you hastily pushed your feet beneath your chair.

“Oi—“

“Just kidding, just kidding!“ he said, raising his hands up in surrender, “so, how can I help you?”

“… you up for a family reunion lunch on Sunday?”

■■■■□□□□□□□□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 3 LOADED

“So, like, do we need to prepare any— dude, dude, dude what the…? This part of your island is—” Even without heading over to where you were, he immediately knew which area you were cackling about.

“That’s the nature dump! Obviously not gonna terraform it yet?” Itaru replied, “I need a place to place all the normie flowers?”

He heard you scoff, your animal crossing character running up to his and hitting him with a net.

“Not that dump, dummy! Why are there toilets? The fences— toilets—“ you trailed off, unable to help yourself from bursting back into laughter. He instinctively laughed alongside you, knowing the monstrosity you were talking about.

“What kind of idiot makes a pathway out of toilets?”

“Hey! They create a cool effect when you walk past it!” he said, defending himself as your character hit his on the head again, “kind of like a clam opening up—“

“It’s a toilet! Not a clam!”

“Ya? Well I, Taruchi, am a resident of Urinetown, subtitle: actually an island and not a town,” Itaru said, almost as if he was proud of himself. “Before you come from me, Urinetown is a musical about capitalism. What’s your excuse, Pen Island?”

You gasped, obviously fake but dramatic enough to continue your banter “I’ll have you know, the actual name is Pen Isles? Also, you named our Stardew Valley farm—“ you paused, as though realising something, “wait, wasn’t I going to ask you something?”

“… pfft, GJ.”

■■■■■■■■■□□□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 4 LOADED

Itaru watched you introduce yourself to the rest of the room, your words polite but brimming with a confidence that was rare to see from his friend turned pretend s/o… or at least, that was what he initially thought.

Maybe this side of you just so happened to be particularly evident tonight, ringing throughout your voice and exhibited by your body language; that didn’t mean it was hidden before this instance.

There was a certain charm to you. Always been, but he never really acknowledged it. It was the little things, like how you were never hesitant about adding to his commentary when you two played Co-Op, or the playfulness you showed from time to time, or your genuineness around him— kind, but not taking bullshit from him or anyone.

If he was reading the room right, he can’t blame them for being even a little bit enthralled with you.

Even if it didn’t exactly sit right with him.

“I didn’t know Chigasaki-kun was dating someone!” a brave soul piped up from the sidelines, probably vocalising what everyone else was holding back from saying. Huh, wasn’t she one of the people who fiercely denied the rumour that he was in a relationship?

He doesn’t miss the way the corners of your lips quirked downwards for a split second, before lifting back upwards as though it never happened.

“Well, Itaru can be a bit private,” you replied, a muffled but silvery giggle escaping escaping your lips, “though I suppose I’m a bit of the same? Might be why we’re compatible.”

The woman who asked flushed slightly, and he was sure it wasn’t from any alcohol consumed. Even still, he found himself mirroring the pink hue.

Itaru?

■■■■■■■■■■■□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 3 LOADED

“Itaru,” he repeated to you for the third time tonight.

“Shoot, sorry,” you apologised, making your animal crossing character portray your shock at your slip-up again. Lmao, that was cute. “Damn… it’s weird going from Chigasaki-kun to just Itaru.”

It was his turn to hit your character with a net.

“Taruchi isn’t that far from Itaru, and you call me that all the time,” he stated, snorting at the little huff that was somehow still audible on call.

“Calling you your IGN is way different though?” you protested, “I can’t just call you that in public?”

“Shame it might expose me irl,” he sighed in disappointment, “it would have been cute to have my gamer s/o go ‘uwu Taruchi, fighto!’”

“Hahhh? Was it ever cute any time I called you Taruchi?” you asked, incredulousness present in your tone as you proceeded to mock him, “uwu, Taruchi, fighto!… there, was that cute at all?”

Itaru’s hand slid up to cover his face, his growing smile lifting his cheeks upward. You were clearly just joking around, but, well, “who knows? Maybe if you said ‘Taruchi-sama, ganbatte! I’d be able to—“

“Itaru!” you interrupted, immediately making the human equivalent noise of a keyboard smash, your little avatar running around in circles as he imagined what expression your face had right now.

Amidst his unrestrained laughter, he managed to squeeze in his next sentence in parts. “You— you finally said it! Otsu~”

■■■■■■■□□□□□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 4 LOADED

You had only called him ‘Itaru’ that one time, every other time being ‘Taruchi’ in private or ‘Itaru-kun’ in public. Still, hearing you say his name in person instead of on the phone made it feel like the first time again.

Luckily for him, he didn’t get that much time to dwell on it. Someone had lead you two to sit somewhere, surrounded by more of his polite and friendlier coworkers. Exchanging pleasantries with them was easy enough, as was answering questions about your relationship.

They’ve had multiple test runs after all. There was no way they were messing up any details, there was no room or possibility of either of them even fumbling.

“How long have you two known each other?”

“We’ve been friends since university,” you replied, something that was actually true, “it took years for me to even confess! I’m just glad Itaru accepted,” you gave him a purposeful glance, your bashful expression nearly enough to lead him to believe that you really did have a crush on him all this time.

“So you two have been together since—?”

“After my graduation,” Itaru supplied helpfully, “so it’s been a few years.”

“That’s so sweet! You know,” the woman in front of you lowered her voice, and you leaned in a little closer to listen in, “a lot of us were wondering if Chigasaki was dating anyone after we saw his ring. I thought it was just a fashion statement, but now I know it’s the real deal!”

She eyed the silver band on your ring finger, one that completely matched his.

“The rings are beautiful! The design is completely unique,” another person commented. Itaru felt your ring finger loop around his own, and the two of you turned to look at each other, sharing an amused grin.

If only they knew it was actually really well-done game merch.

■■■■■■■■■□□□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 2 LOADED

“What’s the point of the rings, though?” you asked, curious of just how far Itaru was taking this plan anyway.

“Do you not like it?” Itaru asked. Undeniably, he would be a bit upset if you ended up not liking the ring. After all, he bought it because—

“It’s lovely,” you said sincerely, carefully picking up the ring, “just surprised you already had rings on hand?”

He chuckled apprehensively, “I was going to save it as a friendship anniversary gift,” he explained, “I still feel a little guilty I didn’t get you anything last year.”

“You don’t have to get me anything anyway,” you said reassuringly, “but I appreciate it.”

He watched you slip the ring on your left ring finger, mouth opening up to apologise as he saw how loose the ring was on you, about to offer to have it resized immediately before you interrupted with quiet laughter.

“It’s a bit awkward right now, but I love it.”

■■■■■■■■■■■□□□  NOW LOADING SAVE FILE 4 LOADED

The get-together was going really well, surprisingly. He still would have preferred to be in the comfort of his room, but your presence just made everything so much easier. Even the questions people threw at the two of you weren’t so bothersome, dodging the more nosy people and sticking with anything general.

It had somehow become a game between the two of you. It was like an act off, almost, of who could give the more impressive or heart fluttering statement. Whether it was for the sake of your audience or to just affect each other remains unsaid.

“What do you like about Itaru?”

You looked away from him, closing your eyes as though you were thinking. To be fair, anything real personality or gaming related was out of bounds. Would you cater your response to his work persona, or—

“Everything!”

He nearly choked on air, trying to ignore the urge to clutch at his heart.

“That’s no fair, give something more specific!”

“I do like everything about Itaru, though?” you said with a cute pout, “but I guess I like his kindness the most. He’s always so thoughtful and considerate. He’s a busy man, but he always finds the time to help me out when I need it.”

Everyone cooed at the two of them, but he found it difficult to concentrate on that when he could only cling onto the words that started to sound more and more real as the night went by.

Out of context, everything you said could be interpreted as you just being friendly, but there was something in the way you pronounced his name and the expression on your face as you talked about him that was… different.

“What about you, Chigasaki?”

Escaping from his thoughts, his mind was filled to the brim with thoughts, but the words refused to spill from his lips.

Was there a way to describe how captivated he was at your little quirks, from the random filler noises you’d make on call or text when words failed you, to the literal quirk of the corner of your lips as you shifted expressions.

Was there a way express his appreciation for sticking by him for years, regardless of his hidden side? Was there a way to express his gratefulness for the laughter rendered and the tears wiped off by you; the smile blooming on his face as he imitated your own subconsciously?

This was the one thing he couldn’t have a manual or guide to study, so he could only hope that he went with the right dialogue choice.

“Everything too, actually.”

■■■■■■■■■■■■■□  AUTOSAVING AUTOSAVE SUCCESSFUL!

The drive back home was quiet. He was exhausted, and he could tell you were too, but as he neared your street his driving got slower and slower, almost unmoving. From the corner of his eye, he saw you fiddle with your ring, twisting it around your fourth finger before pulling it off completely.

“Oh, we’re here,” you said out loud, yet you didn’t make a move to reattach your seatbelt.

“Itaru.”

Oh, wow. If hearing it a while ago trumped hearing it over call, then hearing you murmur his name in private, with just the two of you present, was…

“You look like you have something on your mind,” you continued, “all throughout the whole get-together, actually. Are you okay?”

When everything about this, about you simultaneously felt so new yet so familiar to him, how could he possibly convey his feelings? His admiration, no, his love for you?

He took the ring from your grasp, and before you could question what was up, he had grabbed your hand as well. With a serendipitous conscientiousness, he slid the ring back onto your ring finger, admiring your rosy glow that managed to be visible even with how dark out it was outside.

“The things you said a while ago,” he began, some hesitance still remaining as his thumb glided over your ring, “sounded really convincing.”

You wouldn’t meet his eyes. For a few seconds the both of you kept silent, until you finally broke it off, “maybe I wasn’t lying in the first place.”

He stiffened, pausing his previous ministrations as you continued, “… were you?”

Looking back at the past week, he almost laughed. Other than already being in a relationship, was anything between the two of you ever a lie to begin with?

“I wasn’t, either,” he replied. Taking in a deep breath, your gaze finally locked with his, he took the next step.

“If… if I promise to always be there for you, to hold your hand, help you fight your battles, and shield you from attacks… would you have me?”

want to order again?

[stardew-by-request]

hey, im not the same anon who requested it but can you do the s*lf h*rm thing with shane and/or harvey too? if not thats completely valid tho!!

Yep! Again, i don't have much experience with self-harm and my intention is not to at all romanticize it so let me know if it comes across that way <3 If anyone is uncomfortable with this, dm me and I'll take it down!

!!CW for self-harm and alcohol mention!!

I decided to do this one as kind of a spin on one of his heart events- a bit different from the last one but this seemed cool!

It was almost midnight in Stardew Valley. Every area of town heard croaks of frogs and chirping of crickets, and most residents were in their houses, probably about to go to sleep for the night.

Not a specific Joja worker, though.

Shane was standing on a dock outside his Aunt Marnie's ranch. He held a beer in one hand, occasionally sipping is as he gazed out onto the lake. He wasn't really focused on the water, or the noise around him. He was lost in his head.

Well, until he heard footsteps behind him. He glanced at the farmer, quickly looking away. He'd really been a dick these last few days, hadn't he?

"Up late, huh?"

"I guess so."

"Here, have a cold one." Shane handed a second beer to them, then returned his stare to the water. The man sighed. "Buh... life."

"You ever feel like..." he continued, mostly talking to himself, "like no matter what you do, you're gonna fail? Like you're stuck in some miserable abyss and you're so deep you can't even see the light of day? I just feel like no matter how hard I try, I'm not strong enough to get out of that hole."

"I've definitely been there," The farmer said truthfully, right before completely draining the can Shane had given them. The other looked in surprise, catching a glimpse of columns of marks over their skin. Shocked, he looked away. He wasn't necessarily so taken aback by the scars, but he certainly hadn't expected someone else in the town to understand what he was constantly feeling.

He wasn't quick enough that they didn't see, though.

"Fast drinker, huh?" He asked, trying to focus on something else. Something they may be more comfortable with. "Farmer after my own heart."

They chuckled softly. "Sure. You know, I am doing... better now. Since I left the city."

Shane inhaled, embarrassed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"That's good."

[hongism]

wintertime antics - k. seokjin

➻ pairing: seokjin x reader

➻ wc: 964

➻ genre: crack, fluff

➻ rating: pg & sfw

➻ warnings: i dont think there’s any ._.

➻ summary: you think life on the farm is always a bit more interesting with kim seokjin in it. even if he did steal your chickens. twice. maybe it wasn’t his fault the second time. you still blame him though.

➻ @jinterlude asked:

OKAY CALZONE! I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST SEOKJIN + VODKA + AND ADD SOME STARDEW VALLEY INTO IT. Please and thank you! ;-;

➻ a/n: MISS KIMCHI she’s done uwu, i hope you enjoy :3 i had a ton of fun writing your request uwu you’re so cyoot, also dedicated to @hobiance​ ily and i named a chicken after u

☽     ☾

You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time today. The sun beats down on your skin, but the chill in the air cancels out the heat from it’s rays. Winter has set in, which means your fields are stagnant for the season. It also means having to buy wheat for your animals at an increased price since you can’t grow it at the same rate you usually would in the other seasons.

That, however, is not the issue you are currently faced with. No, it is an issue thanks to your neighbor – Kim Seokjin. Ever since the man moved in, you two have not seen eye to eye on anything. You consider yourself a serious and dedicated farmer, whereas Kim Seokjin seems to be anything but. Sure, his crops seem to grow faster than yours and the quality is always ten times better than yours, but that is beside the point. You cannot stand the man because he keeps stealing your damn chickens. And today, in the middle of winter, he decided to steal your beloved chicken, Elaine.

Why?

Because he loves to prank you.

Why?

Because he’s an asshole with nothing better to do with his life.

And thus, you find yourself standing out in the freezing cold weather, knuckles bearing down against the door of his small cabin. There are a few flecks of snow dancing through the air, signaling a further storm. If Seokjin doesn’t open the damn door right this fu–

Just as you’re thinking the spiteful words, the wooden door swings wide open, revealing your tall and broad-shouldered neighbor. His black hair is pressed against his forehead, and a sheen of sweat lies over his skin. You glare as he greets you with a broad smile.

“Farmer Y/N! Fancy seeing you here in the middle of winter! I was just cooking up some seafood spaghetti. Would you care for some?” He asks through the smile. You see straight through his lies.

“Where’s Elaine?” You get straight to the point, not wanting to hang around any longer than you have to.

“P-Pardon?” Seokjin has the audacity to stutter.

“My chicken. Elaine. I know you know what she looks like, especially since this isn’t the first time you’ve taken her.”

“Oh! That’s Elaine?” Seokjin questions, a small laugh escaping his full lips.

“So you did steal her!”

“Wait, woah, Y/N. Hold on. I didn’t steal Elaine! I swear on my prized cow Bessy and horse Shadow. I didn’t take Elaine. Your coop door was open this morning, and I spotted it so I went over there and closed it. Well, when I closed it the automatic lock triggered, and I obviously don’t have the keys to your coop, so when I spotted Elaine wandering around, I just had to take her here instead. Come inside! Please. Elaine is in here.”

“Do you realize how shady and unreliable your story sounds?” You scoff. You fold your arms over your chest, eyes glaring holes into Seokjin’s form. Despite being much larger than you are, he actually flinches under your gaze. He pushes the door open a little further, revealing the interior of his house.

Sure enough, just past the entryway lies the fluffy, feathered body of a chicken. It must be Elaine, unless Seokjin happens to keep his other chickens in the house like this. You dart inside and snatch the chicken off the ground. She bears Elaine’s signature tuft of feathers at the front of her head. A sigh of relief escapes you.

“Ah, thank god, Elaine. I was worried I had lost you for good this time.”

“You know…” Seokjin starts, coming up behind you. “You might want to repair the chicken wire around your fence. I found a hole in it this morning too, so I’m assuming that’s how Elaine got out.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need help from the likes of you,” you reply as you pull Elaine closer to your chest.

“Oh come on, Y/N. Quit playing around like that. I am genuinely trying to help you. It’s not a prank this time.”

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Listen… if I had known how important Elaine was to you, I never would’ve taken her in the first place. I could’ve left her out in the cold or maybe a fox would’ve come by and snatched her before I did. Just let me repair the fence for you. Say it’s – it’s a way to repay you for all the pranks I’ve pulled on you.”

“And why on earth would you want to help me?” You squint at the man, still unconvinced by his argument.

“Well, to be honest, the only reason I would pull pranks on you in the first place is because you’re really cute when annoyed at me. If I didn’t keep pulling pranks then I wouldn’t get to see that cute nose scrunch of yours!”

Seokjin’s words take you aback, and your mouth hangs open as he continues to laugh under his breath. A faint blush decorates his tanned skin. If he were just playing around, you don’t think he would react in such a way, so you are inclined to believe that he’s actually being serious at the moment.

“O-Oh,” you stammer out, unable to manage any actual words. Embarrassment burns at your body, and you pull Elaine closer to you as though she will help defend you from the embarrassment. “Well – well, actually – maybe… hm. Um, I could stay for lunch. Only because it’s pasta though! Don’t take it the wrong way. I don’t care about you, only about the pasta.”

“Of course, of course. I’m assuming Elaine will be joining us at the table? Does she like pasta?”

“Kim Seokjin, you better not even try to feed my chicken pasta!”

☽     ☾