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please i need stardew valley bachelors in a kinky gangbang with gender neutral or female farmer!
I loved this suggestion but please have mercy, I didn't know which ones you wanted so I did all 6 which was VERY difficult for me to incorporate so I made it sort of cheap in the end to save having to write a whole night of sex with them all 😭 pls enjoy! I'm sorry if it's a little shitty, I've never written or read group sex stuff 😭
The Bachelor's and the Farmer's Night
Word Count: 1569
Pairing: F!Reader x Sebastian, Harvey, Sam, Alex, Shane & Elliott
Warning: 18+, group sex, rope kink, handcuffs, swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, anal mention, oral mention, cum swallowing, light bdsm (choking, spanking), all of it is pretty vague and quickly mentioned except the fingering & vaginal sex
It was Sam's idea. Not that he was gonna openly parade that around to anyone at first. It started as a pathetic fantasy that he would get off on at night, thin walls making him cover his own mouth as he imagined the farmer laying on a bed, tied down, taking it from him and Sebastian over and over. He was ashamed to even incorporate his friend in a fantasy, but the idea of a threesome with the farmer and Sebastian was just...so fucking hot. The idea of watching her get fucked, then fucking her - Sam was a simple man and he nearly came on the spot every single time he imagined it.
What's worse? He began incorporating the idea of Alex in the mix. He was friendly with Alex - and Sam had seen the farmer interacting with Alex a lot recently. Even throwing around a football with him the other day. Sam didn't immediately think anything of it, until he woke up sweating and hard, having dreamt the farmer and Alex going at it while Sam jacked off and waited for his turn patiently. Slowly, Sam began to think about...what if more people got involved? And oh, god. He finally let it slip to Sebastian.
"What do you think of that new farmer?" Sam asked as he took a shot for one of the striped balls on the pool table. His voice was even, but his heart was racing a pathetic amount.
Sebastian leaned on his stick, watching Sam's shot. "She's cute," Sebastian answered. The two made slow eye contact and Sam debated just leaving the whole conversation at that. But something about the way Sebastian stared him down made him crack.
"Yeah, yeah, she is...uh- you like her?"
Sebastian took a swig of his drink, nodded a little. "Sure," he said, "why?"
"How...how do you like her?" Sam gently rested his stick down on the wall, watching his friend. "Like," he began, "sexually...or...?"
Eyes widening a little, Sebastian tilted his head. "I- we don't usually talk about that kinda stuff," he dismissed, turning his attention to the pool table and ignoring Sam for a moment.
Sam nodded slightly, before he finally whispered, "I know but I want to...uh..." he glanced around the Saloon to see if anyone was looking towards them. No one was. "I kinda want to...have...some group sex with them."
Sebastian took a shot, perhaps out of shock, the cue ball launched across the table and sunk a striped ball. He stared down at the table. Quiet. "Just us three or?"
"Uhm...I was thinking maybe Alex..."
Sebastian raised his head up, hair falling over his left eye. "The farmer? Did you talk to her?"
Sam shook his head and Sebastian slowly turned to the table where he'd set his drink aside, grabbing it and gently taking a sip. "Ask her. Tell me when you do."
"You...you're in?"
Sebastian gave a short nod, and the two acted as though the conversation never even happened.
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When presented with the idea, albeit from a terrified Sam, you agreed immediately. With a condition. You wanted Sam to invite Elliott, Shane, and Harvey. His eyes widened.
"Six....you want six guys-" you nodded. Sam had to awkwardly adjust his pants, at the mere suggestion of that many guys fucking you he got hard. Just the idea of watching it was too much for him. "I- I'll see what they say."
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To Sam's shock, every single person agreed. He was expecting a sharp no from Shane, but he said yes without a second thought. Harvey stuttered out a "Oh...holy shit...uh- at the farm-?" and blushed madly. Elliott tried to maintain some sort of dignity but by the immediate bulge in his pants Sam guessed his answer before Elliott could recover words and agree. Alex tried to act disgusted at first. But then he mumbled a "can I bring handcuffs and rope?" (Sam asked "dude you live with your grandparents in a small town, why do you even have those?" and was met with a glare).
So it was arranged, a day and time was set. The six made their way down to the farm, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Sam was hard basically half the day before this, eagerly awaiting the nighttime - when his fantasy would become reality. The farmer answered the door, smiling softly at the six men. "Boys, come on in," she smiled. Sam nearly choked, they were wearing a flannel, opened up, only a bra underneath. Fuck. Fucking christ. She was good at this.
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Upon being brought to the bedroom, Sam gently guided you to lay down, Harvey quickly mumbled "she needs a safe word-" and the rest agreed. Turning their attention to you. Six flushed, eager faces. You felt like prey laying in the bed, flannel opened to expose your bra. A safe word definitely was needed. As much as you wanted to take all six repeatedly you weren't entirely sure how much you could take before you were too used.
"Red light," you murmured out. "Yellow light means give me a break, but I want to keep going."
And so it began. Sam quickly ripped off the flannel and tossed it aside, then tore the bra off and threw it aside, his hands wandered to your jeans, slowly unzipping them. Your panties exposed, he gently moved his hand down, rubbing softly against the wet spot. You bit your lip, about to moan. Quickly, Sam backed up, Sebastian took one side of the bed and Alex the other. Hands launched to your chest, as Sam gently finished pulling off your pants. A hand on each breast, gently running your ripples through their fingers, you began moaning out loud. Sam got off the bed.
"Who wants to go first?" he asked, Elliott stepped forward. He gently undid his pants, erection springing out. He gently lined up.
You bit your lip, before he backed away, "did...anyone bring lube?" Elliott's voice gently asked. It was Harvey who had, gently digging it out of his jacket pocket and handing it over. Elliott gently poured some into his hand, gliding it across your pussy causing you to moan out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam, eagerly jacking off as he watched. Sebastian was still by your side, but his hands had left your body. Elliott gently shoved a finger in. "I'll start slow, you're about to have a hell of a night," he said reassuringly.
You looked up into his eyes, nodding softly. He smiled, gently leaning down, placing a kiss on your forehead, before be pulled his finger out. "Did that hurt at all?" you shook your head, and he gently shoved two fingers in, letting your body adjust to the feeling, he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. All eyes were on you and you whimpered softly, meeting eyes with Shane who was still fully dressed.
"Sha- shane-" you mumbled, gasping as Elliott's fingers expertly worked you. "Can- you- strip?"
A hand gently laced around your neck, "use manners, baby, what do we say?" it was Sebastian's hand, tight grip but just light enough not to hurt. Elliott's fingers effortlessly kept time.
"Please?" you whimpered, the hand left your neck and Shane slowly began to undo his belt. As soon as he was stripped, Elliott's hands left you, for only a second you had a miserable feeling of emptiness before Shane swapped with Elliott.
He postioned himself, hands gently gripping your hips as he found where to line up. "Ready?" you nodded, and with one swift thrust he was in you. Lips found your neck, Shane was focused on fucking you. It was Harvey who had knelt beside you, hand gently gliding down your body to your tit's. Lips on your neck, sucking and leaving a hickey.
Shane grunted, speeding up more. "Fuck- tight...gonna-"
"Not in her," Sam whimpered, you had forgotten Sam was still here, in the corner of the events jacking off. "We can't all...not in her."
To describe the events would be tiring and long and endless. They took turns, spilling themselves over your naked body, in your ass, in your mouth. Alex was partial to rough sex, Sam into watching, Harvey wanted to pleasure you however you asked, Shane was focused solely on his own quick finish, Sebastian wanted to tie you down with Alex's ropes when he fucked you and choke you out, Elliott was gentle and soft and sweet and placed kisses on your forehead as you took their dicks over and over and over.
In the end, the sun rose when you guys finally ended the session. You had given several sessions of head. Taken fingers, fists, and dicks. Been tied down, choked, spanked, had your hair pulled. And each of them had asked for something the others hadn't. Sam begged to finish by jacking off onto your naked body. Sebastian wanted your lips wrapped around his cock when he finished. Alex, he was the one who dug out a condom so he could feel your pussy tighten around him as he came inside you.
When the session ended, you simply told all of them. "We're doing this again."
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First Kiss with Shane
@hellhoundmaggie requested a first kiss scene with Shane. He was the first guy I romanced in SDV, mostly because it was easy to in the beginning and I wanted that first-year flower dance so badly. 😂 🌸
🎈 In case you missed it - First Kiss with Harvey. 🎈
While Harvey holds a special place in my heart and is generally my go-to husbando, I didn’t want to leave my “first SDV squeeze” in the lurch. I’m trying to expand my experience with writing romance in general. Hope you enjoy. It’s a freakin’ novella. Haha. I don’t do short, and I wanted to show how he fell in love with the Farmer, and she with him.
This is female farmer x Shane = first kiss. This one might be a little more PG.
😉❤️🔥🔥
Sweaty palms. Greasy hair. Chubby cheeks and legs. Is this what she sees in me?
Shane stared bleakly at his own reflection in the refrigerator door. It was quiet. Nearly noiseless in the back aisle of the stark JojaMart. A lull in the daily traffic around 4pm on the dot. When his shift ended.
Shane pressed his forehead against the glass, grumbling to himself about his infinite lack of progress on losing weight. Ever since he started going to therapy and quit drinking, he felt confident that his life would turn around. Like magic.
However, life outside the rehabilitation center was much harder than he remembered. He was still stuck in the same dead-end job. He was still bumming a room off his aunt with his piddly rent And he was still rather plump around his abdomen.
Every time Morris ordered him around, in that pompous high London accent, Shane wanted to give up. To give in. To snatch a beer outta the cooler and gulp away his frustrations.
Instead, he settled for cussing under his breath, and resolving to keep his head down. At least until he could find another job. No one seemed to be hiring in this dying town. The recession was still hitting hard. And he knew he was lucky to get his old job back after nine months in detox and rehab.
It was worth it. It would be worth it. He convinced himself as he puffed a lazy strand of hair out of his eye and continued stocking cartons of overprocessed milk, nothing like his aunt’s fresh bottles or the farmer’s delicious cheeses.
While he was still grossly underpaid, Shane worked out the math. In six more checks, he could repay her. The Jolly Rancher. Just thinking about his silly little nickname for the farmer lady to the north gave him a warm feeling. The kind that alcohol used to give him, only better, more real. Her smile was sweet.
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When she first arrived in town, Shane genuinely disliked her. All her bubbly, bouncy, jolly persona encroaching on his flat, boring, grumpy existence. He had cultivated a philosophy of "me myself and I" and was perfectly content being alone, sulking into a pitcher of beer at the end of the night. But not really…
Her jovialty grew on him, especially when he would see her around town, helping people out. At first, he figured she was just another city do-gooder come to convert the backwater people to a more modern lifestyle. But her joy and kindness was genuine. Even when he yelled at her to go away, she still murmured a heartfelt apology for disturbing him and then brought him freshly grown peppers or tomatoes the next day like nothing had ever happened.
The Farmer purchased cows from Marnie so she could make her own specialty dairy products. He was seriously impressed. Because what city girl just ups and buys cattle?
Sometimes when he was restlessly tossing and turning in bed (and if was honest, lonely), Shane would wander around in the wee pre-dawn hours. He always seemed to make his way to her ranch. Most of the time, she was out in the barn milking the cows and talking to them like they were her babies, with just a lantern illuminating her soft face. She was so beautiful.
Raising cattle was no simple task. He knew this from watching his aunt. And Marnie had horses, pigs, goats, rabbits and chickens to think of too. He wasn't sure if the new rancher in town, with little to no experience (save her degree in veterinary medicine), was stupid or brave. Over time, he determined she was the latter.
Out searching for a lost cow in a thunderstorm. Not thinking about her own welfare. Only wanting to reunite a terrified animal with its herd.
Fixing fences after wolves knocked down the back posts time and time again. Her fingers bleeding and scarred because of her lack of self-awareness sometimes. And chasing of “’dem there wolves” with sheer willpower... and... a big stick.
Rebuilding the barn from scratch when a wildfire spread down from the mountains. She saved every single one of those animals. And needing treatment for smoke inhalation because she went back in for the tiniest frightened newborn.
He remembered the time she got kicked in the head by one of the cows. Shane was so worried about her, even if he wouldn’t admit it when he carried her to the Clinic. Thankfully, it was only a minor concussion. (And it was an excuse for him to deliver Marnie's special basket of goodies to her twice daily so she didn't have to worry about feeding herself during her recovery).
The rancher struggled for a whole year, after arriving in the Valley. But even when things went wrong, she was up and back at it the next morning with a lightness in her heart and step. It. Was. Admirable.
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Shane resolved to do better. To be better. She made him think about how things could be different if he wasn't a self-sabotaging jerkwad. The number of times she dragged his sorry ass home after getting plastered at the Saloon was too high to count, even if it was out of her way, even if she said she didn't mind. She wanted him to be okay. To be safe. She said so.
And she half pushed, half dragged him to the Clinic the night things got really dark. When he faced the edge of the cliff and thought "No more!" When he thought death would be a welcome reprieve from his pathetic life.
She never judged him. She didn't enable him like his aunt. She didn't fall apart into a puddle of tears like Jas. She didn't lecture him on the evils of his ways while twirling his moustache like Harvey. Okay. Shane chuckled to himself. Maybe that last part was an exaggeration and unfair to the good doctor.
She. Simply. Cared.
Through her actions.
In the beginning, it was little things. A happy hello. A robust handwave. Then she started pulling up a barstool next to him in the Stardrop. She would ask him about his day and he would always answer the same way. But "go away" somehow morphed into a sarcastic "just peachy" and then eventually a half-hearted "fine, you can sit there." Once she jokingly called him Peaches.
He didn't want to be bothered with her questions and idle chatter. He didn't want to listen to her ranching successes and woes, retold in a much-too-chipper voice. He didn't want to know about Bluebell and Daffodil and Daisy, how Mister Munster was nursing a hoof injury and how Mrs. Butters was expecting her second calf. Why did she think he cared about such details?
But it grew on him. Those rosy, ruddy cheeks, enjoying a hard-earned glass of whatever Gus had on tap. The way her eyes lit up and sparkled when she talked about her animal friends. The way her pale pink lips pouted when she lost a game of Journey of the Prairie King in the saloon arcade. Again.
Shane found himself drawn to her energy. And he found himself missing her on the nights she didn't stop into the Saloon. Which was a rarity, but did happen.
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Shane knew she was someone special when he would watch the entrance door, breath caught, hoping she would breeze through, and then she didn't. Two days in a row. He started to feel disappointed, but brushed it off. Three days. He started to get concerned. On the fourth night, he went looking for her. And that's when he learned she was sick.
He practically broke down her door when she didn’t answer.
“Aww you were worried,” she laughed weakly, and coughed.
She looked rather pitiful, bundled under the blankets, hair sticking to her cheek, eyes droopy and dark. She thought Marnie would have told him. His aunt had sent a few of her ranch hands to help their neighbor out while she was under the weather. so her cattle weren’t forgotten
No, Marnie never did. He suspected it was because she didn't know it would matter to him. But it did matter. She. Did. Matter.
Without a word, Shane went to the kitchen and returned with a cool towel. He didn't even think. He laid the back of his large hand against her delicate forehead. He could've sworn the little Miss Jolly Rancher blushed. Or maybe it was the slight fever she was running. She audibly sighed as he placed the wet cloth against her burning cheek, closing her eyes and mumbling her thanks.
He wanted to know the last time she ate. She grunted and said something about some cereal earlier that morning. She didn't know for sure. She had slept most of the day. He promised he would be right back.
She told him not to bother, as she struggled to lift her body off the bed, propping up by a shaky elbow. He insisted she lie back down. She was a stubborn one. Her protestations didn't last long as her head was too foggy to think straight. He microwaved a bowl of soup. She tried to sit up again, and he fluffed her pillows so she could prop up.
Her grip on the spoon wasn't firm, her trembling hands an indication of just how weak she was. So he caught the escaping silverware and lifted the soup to her lips. She turned red as a hot pepper, but he eased her with a surprisingly tender words, "Please. Let me take care of you for once, Miss Jolly." His own face and ears were probably red too. But she accepted.
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Since then, he began the habit of calling her "Miss Jolly." She flushed every time, but he enjoyed flustering her. It was nice… to care… about… someone.
She returned the “favor” and called him Peaches. At first, jokingly, just to annoy him. But over time, even the ridiculous fruity nickname grew on him. She was invading his thoughts and heart and he couldn’t stop her.
He knew he had to change. He had to get better. Alcoholism was a disease that had ravaged his life and he was ready for something better. He couldn’t live like he had been any longer. She had changed everything for him. And he wanted to change in return.
Disappointment smacked cold. He had researched so many places. But the one place that seemed to fit his needs and desired treatment plan was out of reach. Prohibitively expensive. He sold his dad’s watch. His car. He worked longer hours. Maybe in a few years he could make up the difference.
She knew how much he wanted this... and how badly he needed this. Every glance at his savings account wanted to drive him to the bottle, the hopelessness of a solution just out of reach because of his crappy medical insurance. They wouldn’t cover it. Even though he was pretty sure Joja was the reason he drank so heavily.
No, that wasn’t true. It was his own insurmountable guilt. Of surviving the accident. When they didn’t. Of leaving Jas without a respectable father figure. Or a mother. He didn’t even fight when the courts wanted to give him jail time.
His aunt got a lawyer and gave him a place to stay when he got out. She helped him put together a resume and practically shoved the application for overnight backroom clerk in his hands. He had to face the music. He wasn’t cut out for any other job. And it was basically a glorified “stock boy.”
Approaching middle-age, recently released from prison, and overwhelmed with a crushing lack of self worth, Shane interviewed and got the job. He should be grateful. But the hours were grueling and monotonous. Customers were rude. Employees were ruder. Except that Sam kid. He was a ball of sunshine. And his boss was sucking the life outta him.
So he drank. He drank to forget. Because he couldn’t forgive himself. And every time he looked at Jas’ little pained expression, he drank more because he felt... so... damn... worthless.
The Rancher changed things for him. He felt more positive. He got up earlier. He brushed his teeth. He combed his hair. He put on his uniform for the world’s lousiest low-paying job and went to work hoping things would be better.
Faced with the inability to actually “get better” was... frankly... terrifying. What if he went back to being that same old pathetic blob of a human again? After ten agonizing days, he finally confided in the one person he knew he could trust. His “Miss Jolly.”
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He couldn’t believe he had been moved to tears. She surprised him... again. With her thoughtful generosity and selflessness. She promised to pay for the difference. Whatever he couldn’t afford. She told him it wasn’t a big deal. It was a VERY BIG deal! She still had some of the inheritance money from her grandfather. What she hadn’t spent on fixing up the farm.
“So I don’t get those gingham curtains I’ve had my eyes on for the past month,” she quipped.
It was serious. He couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. It was too much. He didn’t like the idea of being indebted. He was stubborn. He could refuse.
But she was more stubborn. She insisted it would be a loan, not a gift. He could pay it off over time. Without interest. Or he could work it off - sweat equity - on her ranch. Maybe with those chickens he liked so much.
In the end, he caved. He packed up what little he could take with him. And she walked him to the bus stop. Kissed his cheek. Squeezed his hand. And said the words that simultaneously made him laugh and warmed his heart.
“Go get ‘em, Peaches.”
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That was a year ago now. When he came home, she threw a big surprise party for him. A few people from town, his aunt, Jas. And she never looked more beautiful. She even found chicken shaped balloons. Because... what guy doesn’t want balloon animals from the girl he’s crushing on?
Crushing on? He smirked. I sound like a middle schooler.
He split his time between the market and her ranch. Gradually spending more and more time on her farm. Gathering eggs before his shift. Feeding chickens on the way home from work. Sipping peach iced tea in the shade of her porch and thinking this life wasn’t half-bad. But he wanted more.
She started bringing by lunches on his longer shift days. Homemade sandwiches and fresh-pressed juices and handpicked peppers. The kind that burst with sweetness or that spicy kick he needed to get through the rest of his day.
She learned to roll her own dough. Once a week, on hot summer evenings, she would make him pizza with her own special spicy red sauce. Wearing that cute little red and white checkered apron around her jean shorts and just below the edge of her tank top. Too hot to be standing around the stovetop making pizza sauce or the oven to bake the dough. But she did it for him. Shane looked forward to it after a long and grueling Saturday shift.
He still stopped at the Saloon most nights, but now it was just to drink soda and share a pepper poppers appetizer. Gus started bottling root beer, made from bark and flowers and herbs from around the Valley. It wasn’t alcoholic. And it was an acquired taste. Getting better with time.
She would breeze in and offer suggestions and feedback. Shane enjoyed watching the two “play” squabble over the choice of leaves. The kindly saloon owner and the girl he liked collaborating to make him a refreshing drink became a welcome nicety.
Most nights, they didn’t stay long. Heading out for long walks around town. Shoes scuffling along cobblestones. Kicking up dirt on wooded paths. Kicking off on the beach to feel the mushy sand. Talking about nothing important, but always special. Any time with her was special.
He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a friend like her. To have a woman of her rare caliber show him any attention at all. She got past his defenses and he welcomed it. And deep in his heart, Shane knew - this was love.
With today’s paycheck, he could finally take her on a proper date. Somewhere out of the Valley. Someplace where they could have fun together. He felt the excitement and nervous anticipation rising in his chest. Somehow he fumbled through an “ask” on her front porch this morning, managing to invite her to join him... if she wanted... at the bus stop... around 5pm. He had tickets to see the Tunnelers play.
Shane finished his shelf, glancing at his watch. Ten past four. Just enough time to get home, showered, and changed. He disposed of the empty boxes in the dumpster and delivered the cart to the back room. Opening his locker, he hung his apron on the hook. Instantly, he felt lighter. Like that thing was a noose around his neck. A ball and chain. He really needed a new job. And in fifty, no, forty-six minutes, he could see her...
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"SHANE!"
The shrill obnoxious tone pierced his moment of peace. The voice could only belong to one person - a holllow husk of a corporate shill, even more unlikeable than him, if that was even possible. Shane frowned, his eyes clamping on the store manager barreling toward him at full speed.
“A whole second shipment came in just now,” the man grunted. “Like I need this when I’m short-staffed, as always,” he offered an exasperated sigh.
I can’t imagine why... Shane thought to himself, bemused. The boss was insufferable. Always barking orders. Never praising his team. Paying peanuts. Polishing his baby - a silver Rolls Royce in mint condition - parked in the only covered spot in the entire Joja lot - every night - instead of doing paperwork like he should. How was he still employed? No one at corporate cared.
“Not my problem, Morris,” Shane replied.
“No, no, no,” Morris fluttered his short arms. “It is your problem. I need you to stay late and help Sam empty the truck.”
The man continued to ramble something about “this is why I pay you” and “you think you can do better somewhere else?” He badgered Shane about his “work ethic,” even if Shane had been a near model employee since returning from rehab. Even if his former colleagues actually welcomed him back, much to his shock. Shy little Claire even commented on how he was “different” than before.
Shane had been nominated for employee of the month, no doubt, angering Morris. The man had it out for him. Sticking him on graveyard shifts. Making him mop baby puke in the aisles. Forcing him to attend a “hospitality” seminar so he could learn to be nicer to, in Morris’ words, “bored housewives who somehow like your prickly personality.”
Morris, a man who prided himself in appearance, with his neat little bow tie and perfectly ironed jacket, couldn’t believe how the ladies bought more after a rough encounter with Shane. It was good for business, of course, and Morris would take all the credit. That hospitality seminar wasn’t cheap, he constantly reminded Shane. Like rehab hadn’t made him a better person already. Or his relationship with little Miss Jolly.
“They just fawn over your monotone delivery of the daily sales,” Morris droned on. “Yoba only knows why. You haven’t been educated at the finest university this side of the Pond with an impeccable taste in... well, everything.” Morris puffed his chest.
“I just don’t understand why they giggle at the register about the ‘handsome’ stock boy when they could have me recite the daily sales in Shakespearean English for heavens sake. Well, no matter. I can use what I’ve got. You.”
The man thinks I’m a frickin’ pack of meat.
“Now in order to have sales, we must have stocked shelves. And in order to have stocked shelves, I need to have you stay longer. Because shelves don’t stock themselves... and what are you staring at?”
Shane rubbed his jaw, catching his reflection in Morris’ little glasses. Could I really be that handsome? Morris wasn’t wrong. The market had been a little busier than usual in the mornings and around lunchtime. Shane came back from breaks early sometimes because customers “requested” him. He could reach the “tall” shelves.
But he wasn’t that tall. And most times, he needed a ladder. Unlike Sam. But even Sam told him he had been relegated to “cute” because the female patrons wanted to check out the new guy (on the ladder) because Shane possessed a look of danger and mystery, and had that "hot dad bod."
Like that’s really a thing I wanted! Shane rolled his eyes. It's all a little disgusting. Being oogled. Because what? Dangerous? Dad bod? I’m just me. There was only one gal he wanted checking him out. And he needed to get going if he was going to meet her.
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“No can do, Boss,” Shane removed his Joja cap and hooked it alongside his apron. “Got plans tonight.”
“No, no, no,” Morris’ voice grew tight, his eyes becoming tinier. “That won’t do. You must cancel your plans.”
“Do I get overtime?” Shane asked, half-distracted by the photo occupying the inside of his locker.
It was the only thing he had ever decorated with at work. A photo of him and Miss Jolly at the Moonlight Jellies festival about a month ago. It was the one time he actually thought he was photogenic. How could he not be happy? With a gorgeous gal by his side, smiling and laughing as the photo was taken, a woman who believed in him, rooted for him, and cared for him. Shane’s expression softened as he thought about how much she had impacted his life.
“You know what?” Shane ripped the photo from his locker wall with gusto. “I quit.”
“Are you even listening?” Morris was saying. “And no, I’m not going to approve overtime. You left early by one minute the other night. One minute!"
"And one time last week, you were late by three minutes. I will not approve overtime for someone who nearly runs over a flock of geese with his bicycle and is late to work."
"If you’re going to keep up with this lazy attitude of yours...” he huffed and straightened his jacket. “I may have to reconsider my decision to rehire you... even if you bring in the ladies... I mean... sales...”
“What?” Morris’ eyes grew wide as saucers beneath his horn-rimmed glasses, and then his expression darkened, as if Shane poured bitter coffee all over the plates. “You cannot quit. Are you joking?”
“Well I do, and I’m not,” Shane shoved the old rusty lock that never latched properly into the other man’s hand, a smile crossing his face. “With pleasure.”
Shane waltzed out of the soul-sucking store, leaving a dumbfounded former boss as the double doors whooshed behind him. He closed his eyes and took a big gulp of sea-salt air and sighed. He felt free.
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When she met him at the bus stop, his heart skipped a beat. She looked radiant in the setting sun. Her eyes sparkling like stars. And her sexy little denim skirt was a nice touch too. The way her hips swayed ever so slightly on approach. He forced his gaze upward.
"Hiiii... Miss Jolly. I'm glad you decided to come," he greeted, his tone a bit stilted and formal.
What am I doing? He rubbed the back of his head.
"Of course, Peaches. I'm excited," she grinned. "This will be my first game."
"You'll love it!" he replied, wrinkling his nose at her childish nickname for him. And I will too with you by my side.
"Is that cologne?" she asked when she reached his side.
Her fingers curled around his hoodie strings as she closed her eyes and took a whiff. "I like it." She grinned and winked at him. "A bit spicy."
"Yeah yeah," he murmured and ushered her onto the bus, but he hopped up the step behind her, feeling a little lighter on his feet.
"You're in a good mood," she remarked as they wandered toward the back of the bus.
The atmosphere was charged. Rowdy. Everyone seemed excited for the Tunnelers game. He nodded to a few familiar faces before settling in next to her seat. The back was better than the front. Cool kids sat in the back. What am I? In the sixth grade?
Still he was relaxed. Smiling even. She repeated her statement as if he didn’t hear her the first time. Damn straight I’m in a good mood. Because I get to spend time with you… maybe even tell you how I feel tonight… He decided the overcrowded bus wasn't the best place for that confession. The vehicle lurched forward and so did the conversation.
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"I quit my job."
Her eyes widened and a slow smile played at her lips, drawing his attention to them. I bet they're juicy. He had fantasized about kissing her, ever since she planted one on him at this very bus stop twelve months ago when he shipped off to rehab. Out of respect for their “business arrangement” and friendship, he held off on the liplocking, but it didn’t mean he still didn’t wonder what it would be like if he had just turned his head to meet her mouth that night.
“Good for you,” she laid a hand on his shoulder.
Her gentle touch bringing him back to reality and away from his lustful la-la land.
“I knew that place was killing the light in you. I just wish I could've seen Morris' smug face when you finally told him."
"Light in me?" he repeated, ignoring the statement about his ex-manager.
"Yes," she slowly slid her hand up to his cheek, blushing a little while she moved. "You look better. Brighter."
"That's just the shower talkin'," he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"No, it's you, Shane," she replied, dropping her hand far too soon for his liking.
He wanted to beg her to keep it there, against his cheek. But present company dissuaded him, and he remained silent, nodding his thanks. The way she said his name... he bounced his leg a bit in nervousness as the bus bumped along the road... it made his knees weak and his head clouded.
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"Did I miss anything?"
Shane descended the last step, returning to their seats in the stadium, snacks in hand. The game was tied up, the teams neck and neck in their scoring with each other. It was one of the most thrilling games he had ever seen in person. Even more exciting because she was there. With her incessant questions about the rules. Her exuberance at the Tunnelers' first goal. Even the little wrinkle around her eyes when she didn’t understand what was happening. He loved every minute of it.
And he loved explaining things. Even if he worried about boring her to death with his encyclopedic knowledge of gridball, he couldn’t stop talking. This was something he loved and he was sharing it with the woman he loved... even if she didn’t know it yet.
"Only the announcer making bad jokes," she smirked. “And that guy...” she pointed to one of the pros. “...doing a silly little dance for the fans.”
“Yeah, he’s known for that,” Shane laughed awkwardly, feeling a small twinge of jealousy that another man had caught her eye.
“Not that he’s any good at it,” she laughed too. “Not like our little grooves in the Saloon.”
“Oh?” he quirked a brow. “By the way, I got us some nachos. I asked the vendor to add some hot peppers… just like we like it."
"Like we both like it," she said in unison. "Thanks,” she snagged a chip and did a deep dip into the sauce. “You should've let me pay for snacks since you paid for tickets and the bus fare."
"Naw, we're on a date," he shrugged. "The guy pays. Plus, I wanted to."
Shane averted his eyes, suddenly self-conscious. "Did I tell you how much… I l…love…. Gridball?"
She stopped and looked at him as if surprised by his old-fashioned thought. I shouldn't have been so careless, he grimaced. Then he immediately wished his face wasn't so readable.
It was a date. A real date. But somehow they slid from acquaintances to friends to best friends and then... somehow something more, without ever defining the relationship.
Did she want parameters? Did he need a label? Were they... ever going to be what he hoped to be if he ever got his head out of his ass and asked her for real?
"Yes, only the thousand or so times on the bus," she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And I knew you played in high school.”
Just like that, she slipped back to a more neutral topic. And he mentally flogged himself for the missed opportunity.
“Yeah, blowing out my knee pretty much killed my chances at playing pro,” he said. “Doesn’t stop me from enjoying the games though.”
“Have you ever thought about it?” she inquired. “Going back. Maybe the minors or even just a pick-up team. I bet you looked great in a uniform,” her eyes twinkled mischievously. “And I wouldn’t mind the view of you in those white pants.”
Red flooded his cheeks. Is she messing with me? How does she do it? Go back and forth between friendzone topics and flirtation? She made it look effortless. She was toying with him. She had to be. Dancing around the subject. Hoping he would ask. Or was he imagining things?
Her hand hovered dangerously close to his side. Brushing the hem of her skirt. Nearly touching his shorts. He gulped, feeling flattered, but strangely unprepared for her seductive little smirks. He handed her the soda he fetched, and she thanked him, gulping back the liquid as if it were a small instead of a large. Saying something about all the cheering making her thirsty.
He was the thirsty one. Eyeing her up and down and wanting to close the distance between them. Taking it from flirty friends to... faithful lovers. He never wanted a woman more than he did right now. To devote all his love and passion and energy and goodwill into being there for her just like she had for him.
For the whole second half of the game, he nursed his cola. Distracted by her every move. The way she would raise her heels in anticipation of a score and lower them back to the ground when they didn’t quite make it. The way she spoke with that happy voice of hers, the kind that could lull him to sleep or rally him to make his best efforts. The way she repeated back facts she was learning about the sport, that he had literally just taught to her that night. He was completely mesmerized... so much so... he forgot to actually watch the game. For once, he liked the distraction.
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When the Tunnelers scored again, she nearly flew off the ground, wildly cheering for their unexpected interception. He caught her hand as she was jumping back down. She squeezed it and continued whooping and shaking her fist victoriously in the air, never taking her eyes off the game. It was now or never.
"Hey," he said loudly to be heard over the stadium noise. "I've been meaning to tell you… thank you.”
“For what, Peaches?” she said, teasingly. “Did you see that? How many yards was it? Seventy-five? Eighty?”
“I mean it, really,” Shane cleared his throat, leaning closer to her ear. “ For sticking with me through everything."
She turned to face him, her expression growing more serious.
"My… anxiety… depression… you know," he continued, fumbling over his words. "The alcoholism… I mean, I wasn't exactly the funnest person to be around back then."
Did I just use the word funnest? He rubbed the back of his head, hoping to read her expression, but for once, he couldn't.
“You do that... when you’re nervous,” she remarked. “That head rub thing...” she reached up and ruffled his hair. “It’s... cute.”
“Uh...” Shane trailed off. She was not making this easy. But he needed to say the words aloud now or he never would.
"You… uh… still helped me. You've been a really… good… friend to me," he shared, and then immediately regretted his word choice.
"Oh," she said, quietly.
Was that a flicker of disappointment in her eyes?
He hurried his words. "Anyway this is your first gridball game, huh? Well? What do you think?"
Smooth, Shane. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Changing the subject again, you frickin’ chicken.
"Oh…" she said, glancing back to the field, sounding a little confused. "Fun. I guess, Pelican Town seems pretty boring in comparison. Unless you count Sam's punk rock blaring at 11pm, breaking noise ordinances." She forced a chuckle.
Is she…? Am I imagining things?
"I'm surprised," he replied. "Didn't you move to the Valley to escape the noise of the city?"
She's looking at me again with those beautiful heart-melting eyes. He rushed through his words.
"I mean… don't get me wrong. I totally understand. My life in Pelican Town is pretty bland, you know. And now that I don't have a job, I gotta find something meaningful to do with my time again. A guy's gotta eat, right? Heh?"
"I was thinking about that," she replied, without looking at him. "I think it would be nice to have you around full-time."
"What?" he blinked.
"I've got one ranch hand now to help in the back pasture and one that helps out with the milking and all, but if I'm looking to expand, and if they ever take a sick day, I could use some extra hands," she continued. "Maybe your hands?"
I couldn't. Possibly. Was she blushing?
"You've already… done so much for me," he hated the hesitancy in his tone. "I… uh…"
She ignored his last comment. "This would be a business thing. We could do it temporarily to see if you like it. And if it's a good fit for both of us. I can be a bit of a…" she narrowed her eyes, mischievously. "Hard taskmaster."
"Oh? Yeah I've heard that from your current employees," he smirked. "But you are still a jolly one."
"Yeah…" she smiled, almost shyly, tucking a hair over her ear. “Your Miss Jolly.”
The noise level in the stadium increased near ten-fold. All he could think about was how she said the words. She was begging him, wasn’t she? Walking right up to the brink and leaving him there? He reluctantly ripped his gaze away from the farmer to the field.
"Gah!" he screamed, his volume matching the crowd. "The Tunnelers are on the attack."
"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked. "Oh my Yoba! Final seconds. They're gonna…" she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "They're gonna break the tie."
"GOAL!" they yelled in unison.
He never felt so happy. He was going on six months sober. He quit his horrible job. The farmer was offering him another one so he could see her every day. And he got to watch his favorite team in the world in the closest game in history with his favorite person in the world. Sharing this moment together meant everything.
"Thank you Shane!" she said, trying to catch her breath. "This was the best evening ever with you!"
"I know, I know!" he exclaimed. "Probably one of the best moments of my life."
Before he could stop himself, his lips were against hers. Surprise flickered in her eyes. All he could hear was the thudding of his own heart. She was flushed. The warmth of her lips. The taste of root beer. The delight overwhelming the alarm bells. He took a step or two back, stumbling as he came to his senses.
"Oh?" he gasped for air. "Uh… um… sorry. I guess I got carried away there. Maybe I had one too many... sodas. All that sugar. Ha!"
Shane reached up to rub his head like he always did when he was nervous, just like she had noticed. Except this time, she strutted toward him, confidence in her eyes as she grabbed that hand and tugged him down. As they kissed for the second time, he felt her melt into his arms as she offered a faint “finally,” barely audible amidst the roar of the crowd.
Encouraged, Shane grinned, hoisting her off the ground. She giggled and kissed him more fervently. Maybe he didn’t need words. Maybe he only needed actions to show her how he felt.
And she was reciprocating. A dream come true. Their eyes remained locked in a loving gaze as he pulled back from her lips. When he finally set her down, he breathed heavily.
"You really do love the Tunnelers?" she teased, disentangling her hands from his hair.
"No," he shook his head, determined not to let this moment go by. "I really do love you."
"Come on, we'll miss our bus outta here," she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the exiting crowds.
“Wait,” Shane pulled her back for one more greedy kiss.
She happily accepted, but he felt a fleeting ping of sadness even as they kissed in the stairwell, people pushing around them. He wondered if she even heard his confession. Maybe it's too soon? We just had our first kiss. She probably didn't hear me.
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When they reached the parking lot, the reality of what had just happened still sinking in, they were too late. The bus huffed away with a puff of smog. They had just missed their ride back to the Valley. And there wouldn’t be another one until morning. If he hadn’t been so carried away and enamored by his date, maybe they would’ve left the stadium sooner.
“Guess we should call a taxi,” she broke the silence first. “Or... actually... find a hotel.”
“A hotel?” he repeated, his ears perking at the thought of sharing space with her.
"Yes," she replied, without skipping a beat. "I mean, if we're gonna be stuck together in Zuzu overnight, we should get a hotel. A taxi ride would be really expensive and I don't think we have enough time to get across town to catch the train."
"Oh right," he said softly. "Uh… I can't let you pay for a hotel too."
"It's no trouble," she pulled out her cell phone and started scouring the internet for places. "And a hot shower sounds nice after all the sweat and grime of us in there,” she nodded back toward the stadium. “...jammed in like sardines."
"Uhm…" he blinked rapidly. You're a grown man. Get it together.
"This place looks nice," she showed him a picture after a minute or two, while he awkwardly plopped on the edge of the sidewalk. "And it's got a 4-star rating." She sat next to him, dropping her hand on top of his. “Oh look it’s got an in-suite jacuzzi.”
"Uh… sure," he shrugged, uncertain about what to do with his hands that so desperately wanted to kiss her again. "Well, that definitely was a good game."
"Yes, and it's going to be an even better night, because it doesn't have to end here," she smiled sweetly. “Since we’re getting a hotel,” she winked.
“Oh yeah... and we won too,” he stammered. “The Tunnelers, ya know?”
“No... no, I didn’t. Really? They did?" she smiled sarcastically, and leaned closer. “It doesn’t matter.”
“What?” he gasped, feeling shocked as her blase attitude toward his favorite team.
“I mean, it was great... and all... and their win was pretty spectacular,” she acknowledged. “But I feel like I won the lottery with you here.” She interlocked arms with him. “Did you mean it? Shane? When you said you loved me?”
So she did hear me! And the way his name fell from his lips caused his heart to soar and he found his confidence.
“Yes, I meant it. I love you,” Shane replied. “But I wanted it to be special. Better than this... stranded in a parking lot with trash all over the place.”
“It is special,” she replied.
“But it wasn’t perfect,” he grimaced. “I was planning on telling you when we got back... when I walked you back to your place tonight.”
His head felt hazy with love and desire as she kissed him again. This time, she draped a leg over his, pressing against his chest. He audibly moaned, leaning into the kiss. His hand naturally slid down her back to help her balance, and he squeezed softly, like he had wanted to for a long time. She matched his intensity with a clutch of her own, and he groaned again, reluctantly breaking their touch.
“I don’t need perfect, Shane. I just need you."
His heart leaped from his chest as she continued.
"I love you too. I want you.”
“Ahhhh... then let’s get to that hotel,” he said, the heat of her breasts against his chest creating a near uncontrollable fire within him.
“Fine,” she playfully pouted. “I’ll behave... Hot Stuff," she fanned herself. “...for now... since we’re in public.”
“Believe me,” he replied with a heavy sigh, feeling a healthy growth between his legs. “I want you all to myself.”
She giggled and tapped her phone. "Done. Got us booked.”
“That fast?”
“Yes, It’s only a two and a half block walk. Now… shall we?" She jumped to her feet and darted away briskly.
“Someone’s impatient!” he smirked. “What if I had said no?”
“I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Oh really?” he liked teasing her as she brought out his confidence. He started into a jog away, passing her on the sidewalk. “Well, I’ll see you soon.”
“Shane!” she laughed and chased after him.
Of course, he let her catch him. She playfully punched his arm, but then lingered. She was beaming. And he was too. Shane took her hand, looking down at the woman he loved, and smiled, brighter than he ever had in his entire life. She loved him and wanted him… just as he loved and wanted her.
“Shane?”
He wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulder. Tonight, he was going to make her fully his, and he would be fully hers.
"Yes, my Miss Jolly.”
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Flirting Over Final Projects- College!Harvey x F!Reader
Junior year was a wreck for Harvey.
Between studying for the MCAT, earning clinical hours, and overall trying not to kill his Victorian wannabe roommate Elliot, Harvey was simply trying to stay afloat, there was no room to even think about dating… He simply needed to get through the year, while juggling more proverbial balls than he could count… no sweat. Harvey could feel his breath getting heavy and fast.
A click was heard across the classroom, shaking Harvey out of his anxious spiral. Sneaking into the lecture hall late was the most beautiful girl Harvey had ever seen. Instead of being hard to slow his breaths, they were suddenly taken away at the sight. Her hair was a wild crown around her and a rosy flush spread across her cheeks from rushing into the room, leaving Harvey’s heart in his throat. “Head down, back to your notes, no time for distractions…” the young man chastised himself, staring back down at his notebook, a blush high and unable to be hidden on his cheeks.
Harvey slid down in his chair, trying to focus back on the class starting. Perhaps focusing only on studies would be harder than he had thought.
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Rushing into her first class was not how the fledgling farmer wanted to start the semester. Between working for her grandpa on his farm, prepping to inherit the land one day, and trying to balance an agribusiness degree to heighten that eventual inheritance, the girl had a lot on her plate. After a late night nearly not making it back in time for the mines, the young farmer had overslept her work on the farm for the morning, and was left to rush into the classroom, only able to pray that no one would notice her sneaking in. The genetics class had seemed like a good idea at the time, with the farmer dreaming of how she could possibly maximize her crop yields through cross pollination, but now was just another task for the girl. Especially with this major project coming up, (60% of their grade?? Really?? she thought) the farmer was sweating. She hated the thought of her grade riding on someone else, but hopefully she'd be paired up with someone strong in class.
While she was busy ruminating on who would be the best possible partner, the professor began class by assigning partners for the project. The farmer perked up at her name, pulled from her thoughts, “you’ll be paired with Harvey Becker. Everyone find a time to work on the assignment with your partners.”
The farmer looked around the lecture hall, trying to figure out who that was. It wasn't anyone she knew, but the class roster had more than a few pre-med names she didn't know. Peering around, her eyes eventually caught on a ginger haired boy a few rows over, and he gave a nervous grin. Even if he wasn't any good in the class like she had wanted, the boy was cute in a nerdy way, with glasses a tad too big for his face and green cardigan highlighting around his shoulders. The farmer smiled, realizing she would have a good time regardless flirting with Harvey, if he blushed as easy as it seemed.
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The farmer and Harvey had agreed on a night to knock out the brunt of their project. They would be tracing the genetic mutations of a line of guinea pigs, starting from the very first one ever. The farmer sighed, going to knock on Harvey's dorm door, prepping herself for a long night.
Harvey opened the door on the second knock, seemingly having been waiting for the farmer's arrival. He was dressed in a black ZuZu University shirt and green shorts that emphasized just how tall the young man was. The farmer could feel her cheeks flush taking Harvey in, subtly checking the man out. Harvey pushed his glasses back up his nose, scrubbing the scruff on his cheeks. “Come on in,” Harvey ushered the girl in front of him, leading her into a dorm room filled with books upon books. The only flat surfaces not covered in texts (and a few wine bottles, the farmer noted) were the walls, half of which were plastered with aviation or medical diagrams and the other half in red marked drafts and works of fine art. Harvey stood sheepishly behind her, “Sorry for the mess, Elliot was going to help me clean up, but had to run and ‘chase the muses’ or whatever that means.” The farmer grasped one of the wine bottles, “No need to apologize, I’ve seen worse. You should apologize for drinking two buck chuck though, you know I make this on the farm, right? Artisanal, way better than anything you could get at the grocery store.” Harvey blushed at the comment, “I’ll uh have to remember that, thanks, though if its handmade I doubt I could afford it still…” The farmer shrugged at Harvey, “No way, for you? It would be free.” She turned to hide a wicked glint in her eyes, "I make it a policy to never charge pretty boys." Harvey sputtered, "Anyway," the farmer said, "should we get to work?"
Harvey made a noise of agreement, all he could manage for now, and ushered the farmer to take his desk, choosing to prop his books in his lap on his bed instead. Harvey mentally defended the choice as chivalry, that just so happened to be a good excuse to view the girl in comfort from afar. He was enamored by the way the light made an angelic glow against the farmer's profile, the way her lips pouted slightly and her shoulders held a graceful dip as she searched her book-bag for her laptop and paper.
All too soon she swung back up victorious with the desired items, Harvey averted his head quickly enough to give himself whip lash. The night was only just beginning, yet somehow he knew he was already toast.
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The night wore on, with Punnett Square after Punnett Square of surprisingly intricate guinea pig genetics and mutations. The farmer had taken a brief smug mental note early on that she had lucked out with a smart and cute project partner, a needed win with a cherry on top. For the first hour and a half she had let Harvey leave the way, but figured now they could afford a break for her to tease the boy.
"You know," the farmer drawled, "I bet we would work a lot faster if I were up there with you, that way you could see my work and I could see yours." Harvey glanced up at her, startled white at her words. "Uhhh..." Harvey stuttered, "sure?" He wasn't exactly convinced at the farmer's logic, but anxiously interested where this could go. The farmer gave him a Cheshire cat grin, swaying over to the bed and playfully hopping up beside the red head. "Ok great! Back to work!" she chirped. Harvey gulped, unsure of his choice.
Over the course of the next twenty minutes (the farmer kept having to remind herself to go slow, not to scare him off) she edged closer and closer to Harvey, taking every excuse to lean into his space, touch his arm, and eventually let their legs and sides brush against each other. At this point Harvey had gone permanently beet red, making silly mistakes in his flushed state, and the farmer was beyond please to have him in her grasp. He really was far too cute for his own good.
At the thirty minute mark, the farmer figured she'd take mercy on the man, and make her next move, the suspense looked like it was killing Harvey. "Harvey," the farmer purred, "your glasses are smudged, you should really take them off for a sec," she gently reached up, brushing the stubble on his cheek for only a second before falling away. Harvey looked at the farmer confused, "What do you mean? They seem lean enough," he questioned, taking the glasses off and leaning to grab his cloth on the night stand to wipe them, just in case. The farmer used that moment as her excuse to "fall" into the man, pushing him hard enough onto his back on the bed. Harvey stared up at her, red and sputtering, "Oops," the farmer said, trying to appear innocent, "Here, let me help you."
With that, the farmer swooped and placed a kiss to Harvey's lips. It was chaste a fast, but had Harvey paralyzed. "She was far too pretty to be kissing him, they were supposed to be working!" he thought. The farmer pulled back, unsure of her teasing now that Harvey seemed TOO embarrassed. The farmer gazed down at Harvey, hair forming a curtain around the both of them, as she began to form an apology. The words weren't able to fully form, however, as Harvey rebooted. Still nervous and confused, he mustered the courage to ask "Can you do that again... please?" With his green eyes peering up into hers and sparkling in the lamplight, the farmer let out of a sigh of relief. This wasn't fast enough for Harvey, who had quickly been gaining confidence, and took it upon himself to stretch up and leave a quick kiss at the corner of the farmer's lips. This made the girl grin, grabbing onto the dark fabric of Harvey's shirt bellow her and swooping down to press a kiss to the man's prickly skin.
They really weren't going to finish their project that night, but really, that was ok. There were more important matters to, such as trading soft kisses into the night.
#college au#harvey sdv x reader#harvey sdv#harvey x farmer#female farmer#stardew valley#this is so inspired by that one fanart of harvey in a zuzu city shirt laying back
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In Bloom pt. 2
Sebastian x F!Farmer
pt. 1
Content - angst comfort, fluff, pregnancy, unnamed farmer, no y/n, Mild sexual topics
1.8k words
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Later, after the sun has set you and Sebastian head to leave the Flower Dance. The both of you are promptly swarmed by people giving you their last congratulations of the day and asking some final questions. You’re happy to talk to everyone and answer with a smile but then questions begin to get more long term and topics you haven’t discussed with Sebastian yet. “Do you plan to use disposable or cloth diapers?”, “How do you plan to handle late night baby shifts?”, “Will you start a scrapbook?”, “How comfortable will you be with the baby around the farm animals and pets?”, “Do you want to have more children?”
Sebastian leaves most of the questions to you and nods along to your vague answers. But now he can tell exhaustion is starting to set in for you. He shoos away any more questions and ushers you back to the farm.
When you enter the house you take a vibrant purple and white flower out of the crown on your head and press it in a book in your living room. You make a mental note when you see Sebastian pass you carrying his laptop when you go to enter the bedroom. Finally in your sanctuary you shuck off the stuffy shoes and dress from the event. You perform your nightly routine and put on some comfy shorts and one of Sebastian’s shirts. As you’re about to climb into bed you realize Sebastian hasn’t come back into your shared bedroom. It’s only around 10 o’clock and Sebastian has been known to stay up late into the night, but town festivals usually prompt him to go to bed immediately afterwards.
You walk back into the living room to find your husband sitting on the couch. He has already removed his suit jacket but is still in his dress shirt and slacks, hunched over his laptop on the coffee table.
“Hun, what are you doing?” You ask.
“Oh, uhh. I’m just looking up some stuff.” He sheepishly replies to you. You look over his shoulder and see a page open for ‘Tips for Expecting Fathers’. “I wanted to find out what more I can do for you. I just feel so useless right now.”
Sebastian hasn’t been a helicopter spouse through your pregnancy so far. He trusts that you know your limits and will listen to Harvey’s orders. The only thing Sebastian has been insistent on has been not going into the mines and splitting the farm work. You still care for the animals, he helps you plant and water the crops, and you point out what is ready to harvest so he can collect them and put them in the shipping bin that Alex comes to collect each night.
Sitting down next to him you stroke his hair as he continues, “I mean, I’m paying attention at all the appointments with Harvey but it’s all advice for you. You’re growing a whole damn human and all I can do is bring you things and make sure you’re comfortable.”
Leaning into him you wrap your arms around his shoulders from the side, “Come to bed, love. Let’s talk tonight but we can do this later." You gesture to his laptop screen. He continues scrolling to a tip that recommends ‘General childbirth classes should be taken late second trimester to early third trimester’. “See, we have at least a month before we have to think about taking classes.”
Closing his laptop, he helps you stand and walks to the bedroom with you. You settle in bed as you watch him shed his formal attire. A heat begins to pool in you as more of his creamy, pale skin is revealed but you push it down, knowing that you need to have a serious conversation. After his nightly routine he hangs up the vibrant blue suit and flumps into his side of the bed in his boxers and an undershirt.
“How are you feeling now?” You prompt.
He exhales, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t know. I guess a lot of it hadn’t really settled in yet. Everyone asking all those questions today made me realize how little I know.”
“Our decisions on how to raise them can be made later. And our opinions could change so we don’t have to lock anything down yet.” You try to reassure him.
“And like you said before this happened earlier than we planned. If this had gone to plan around now would be when we’d just be finding out you’re pregnant. I know that I love you and I want this baby, but becoming a father is… it’s just something new.” He takes a deep breath. “Now that everyone in town knows it’s really starting to hit me, and I have no idea what I’m doing.” He tenses and throws his arms up before reaching up to rub his face, stressed. “When Maru was born I was five but Demetrius didn’t let me do anything and it stayed that way. And I wasn’t really involved with Vincent until he was about 3, and that was just babysitting duty with Sam at the beach or the park. So right now I’m just trying my best to be supportive of you because I know this is taking a lot out of you.”
“And I really appreciate all you’re doing. Giving me massages and working in the fields while you still have your own projects.” You say, attempting to reassure him.
“I’ve been cutting back on the projects actually. My clients probably think I’m just going through another depressive episode.” He sits up in bed, his hands flying to his head as his eyes glaze in panic. “And I just read that fathers can also get postpartum depression! Oh Yoba! What if I…”
“Hey, hey! You won’t.” You reassure him, slowly sitting up next to him and carding your fingers into his hair, a trick that usually calms him down. “And if it does happen we’ll figure it out together. We’re doing this together. Always remember that.”
You mentally kick yourself for not seeing all these troubles have been building in his mind. Sebastian has always found your emotions easy to read but he still keeps his cards close to his chest. It usually comes out in evening conversations like this one but this spring has been very busy and you’ve been so tired by the end of the day that you haven’t been able to have them lately. Your stomach is doing flops, regretful to see your husband in such a state but… Hang on… You quickly grab his hand and place it on your stomach.
There it is, the light fluttering you’ve been feeling lately. Sebastian finally looks at you, his eyes grow wide and his face changes from panic to shock to awe. “Thats…”
“Our baby.” You say resolutely. The movements continue and you smile lovingly at your husband, whose gaze is now firmly locked on your belly. “They’ve never moved this much. They must like your voice.”
Sebastian continues stroking your belly as the fluttering comes to an end. “Hey there. Nice to finally meet you. I’m your Papa.”
“Papa?”
“Thought I’d try it out.” He leans in and gives you a tender kiss. Laying you both back down facing each other he continues to roam your body with his hands. “Yoba, I love you. Both of you. So, so much.”
“And we love you too.” You share a warm smile with him. Placing your hand on his over your bump.
“I know I’ve heard their heartbeat at the clinic and seen you growing but this is…” Sebastian closes his eyes and soaks in this moment of adoration. “I swear I’m gonna put in more effort. The farm work felt inevitable just from living here and of course I want my wife to be comfortable so I don’t mind giving you massages.” He locks eyes with you unshaking. “But I’m gonna put in the real work. I’ll pound on Pierre’s door at any hour until he lets me in to get whatever you’re craving. I’ll help my mom build the nursery. I’ll cook you meals according to Harvey’s dietary plans and finally remember to leave out the coffee.” Tears start spilling over your eyes through his proclamations. “And I’ll hold you close through all your mood swings.”
He does just that and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tight against his body. One of your hands moves around his waist while the other goes to your face to try and stifle your tears. Yet all of the emotions from today start to settle in and you are fully sobbing now. Sebastian places a kiss on top of your head that’s now resting against his chest before speaking in a hushed tone into your hair. “What’s on your mind, love. Talk to me.”
Through your sniffles you manage to say “Everyone is just so supportive and nice.”
“What did you expect? You’ve been the same to all of them since the day you moved here.”
Finally getting your tears under control. “It’s just… I’m so happy I moved here. That I met you and everyone in the valley.”
“I don’t know how I ever got you to fall for a schmuck like me.” Sebastian quips.
“Because under that edgy loner persona you really are a thoughtful, caring person.” You pull back to look into his eyes. “You learned to play the keyboard when Sam wanted to start the band. When you used to smoke by the lake you would bring an ashtray so the ashes wouldn’t get in the water. You rescued an injured frog and built a whole terrarium for them so you could nurse them back to health.” Sebastian looks away sheepishly through your praise of him, a light blush covers his nose and cheeks. “And you’ve done your best to quit smoking since we got married because you wanted to live a long life with me.” Your hand moves to your stomach again. “With us.”
Sebastian’s blush deepens “The valley used to feel so drab and meaningless, but you brought light here for me again. I often felt unappreciated at home… but I really feel like I belong here with you.”
The fluttering begins in your belly again, you both look down to where your bodies are pressed against one another. Sebastian somehow manages to pull you tighter against him
He continues. “To be honest, I never thought I'd end up in this situation… Married and a kid on the way. Now that I'm here, I like it… With you I'm excited about the future again. Thank you for giving me a family of my own and making me feel welcome in the valley.”
The two of you stay like that for a while, holding each other close and trading compliments. Both of you hoping to feel the movement in your belly again. Eventually you resign that it won’t be happening again tonight and let yourself fall into sleep.
You dream of the Flower Dance. However this time you’re not dancing with your husband but with a small unknown child with dark hair and your smile.
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AN: I am so so sorry this took so long to get out. I swear this was 80% written when I posted pt. 1 but life gets in the way.
I did an unnecessary amount of research on pregnancy while writing this. My housemate would be so concerned if she saw my search history…
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Alright! So! The new update of Stardew Valley really enflamed my love for it again! And I don’t know, I felt inspired and wrote down a backstory for my farmer.
Word count: 6.000 (like what the hell???)
I posted it on AO3 too, it could be seen as a chapter one for a longer story but that is if I feel inspired again! Until then, please enjoy! ❤️
It was easy to lose all sense of orientation in the gray and heavy office room filled with several booths. The large windows that stretched above their heads, right beneath the ceiling, only offered a view of the higher floor reserved for supervisors. Dressed in dark suits, fitting their grim expressions, they stared down on their workers, targeting any sign of slacking.
Aria unknowingly let out a sigh. Her eyes burned from staring at her computer desktop. She was lumped forward in her chair and lifted up her gaze to the massive display on the furthest wall across the room. They had no clocks. Corporate once decided, that having the opportunity to check the time lead to an erratic workflow. So they removed all digital or manual clocks and only left them with a divided alert system, separated for the employees working on either the right or the left side of booths, depending on their shift. Under the bold written words WORK, REST and STOP lamps were installed, lighting in different colors. Green meant working, orange meant they could go take a break and red finally - for Yoba‘s sake finally - meant they could head home.
Aria couldn‘t remember if she already took a break today. She could have been here for years for all that she knew. Her fingers pressed down random keys at this point and she deleted the gibberish she fabricated just to write it down again.
„315?“ The young woman looked up at the mention of her booth number. A colleague from another booth stretched his head over the wall to stare daggers at her. „You‘re really irritating me. I counted 8 sighs in 3 Minutes just now. Could you drop it? Some of us are trying to do their job here.“ Aria blinked in confusion for a moment, before dropping her head with a deep, loud and conscious sigh and continued tapping mindlessly on her keyboard. „Sure. Sorry for disturbing y-…“
Arias head suddenly jerked up, startling the lanky man who was just about to sit down again. She jumped up to her feet herself. „You have a clock? How did you know it was three minutes?“ 316 lost all color from his face. „I-… I… No! I was counting the seconds and…“ Aria shook her head. „Come on man, I don‘t care. I won’t snitch. What time is it right now? How much longer until the shift ends?“, she whispered urgently. But before she got an answer the voice of their supervisors echoed through one of the speakers. „315 and 316, first warning.“
Immediately the two employees dropped their eye contact and sat down without another word, proceeding their work. Aria tapped her finger nervously on the desk, chewing on her bottom lip. The unknown was nerve wrecking. But the fact that someone else had such a precious knowledge was way worse.
Aria spent most of her time staring at the booth wall in front of her as if she tried to develop x-ray vision, until the light turned orange. Both she and the man in front jumped to their feet but he was quicker and hid himself between the masses of people trying to get away as fast as possible. „Shit!“, murmured Aria.
She quickly headed into the opposite direction and went up to booth number 312. „Grace, you won‘t believe what-…“ She stopped in her tracks as she was already about to report to her friend what she has witnessed when she noticed the booth was empty.
She checked the number again. It was the right one. But instead of her lovely red haired mess of a friend only an empty chair was placed inside. The desk was completely empty too and a banner was hanging on the desk stating that this workspace was terminated. What did that mean?
Aria looked all over the place, heading to the break room where her other colleagues were contemplating their life decisions. Grace and Aria were normally a pair easily spotted. The one was wearing her fire-y red strands in massive curls while Aria stood out with her dyed pastel pink hair put in all sorts of eccentric styles. They were the „colorful ones“ in their shift. But now Aria only stared into a mass of gray suits and nothing to catch her eye. Was Grace probably put into another shift? But why didn’t she tell her? The young woman was too occupied by the disappearance of her friend to care for the man somehow smuggling a clock to work. She looked in the women‘s bathroom and even headed to the women‘s changing room were rows of lockers were holding onto their assigned workers belongings. The locker with the number 312 was the only one open and emptied in their row.
When the light switched to green again Aria felt more depressed than ever. Her initial excitement was long forgotten. The following worry too. Now only disappointment and emptiness was left behind. She somehow finished her shift and turned off her computer the second their light finally turned red. She quickly got changed into her private clothes and checked the time on her smartphone. Half past six. She took a deep breath of relief and stepped outside the Yoba forsaken concrete building. Just like the reception, this place also swallowed all hope and creativity when it gave their employees back into the smog filled Zuzu City. The sun was about to set and wrapped Aria in the last rays of the day. She shivered slightly as a cold breeze danced around her naked legs. No one spoke on their way out, only firm marches followed her to the iron gates.
When she finally was off the Jojas property she took out her phone once more and immediately dialed Grace‘s number. Now others too started little conversations here and there. It was always a hard switch going from a corporate zombie to a private individual. Aria herself felt as if she was in trance and unknowingly changed her step to follow the connecting beeping noices through her phone.
„Hey there peach pie!“, suddenly Grace‘s voice answered and Aria stopped for a second in relief. She sounded happy and uplifted. A stark contrast to Arias current mood and she hummed irritatedly. „You sound awfully relaxed for someone owing me an apology!“, she nagged. „I was looking for you everywhere! I had something super cool to share and your desk was… terminated? What does that mean? Are you working another shift now? And-…“ Aria was interrupted from loud confusing sounds coming from the other end of the call. A loud voice was announcing a flight through a speaker.
Aria was flabbergasted. „Are you… at an airport?“
Grace chuckled nervously. „Yeah uh… well I… I will say I am sorry right away, since I am owing you and all. And uh… well I kind of quit the job yesterday… And my apartment.“ Aria had stopped walking, unable to comprehend what she just heard. „Come again?“
Her friend let out a loud sigh. „Look, I am sorry I didn’t tell you, alright? But I really didn’t want to get all the bullshit everyone would spout. Look, I am heading to Ginger Island. To stay there! I took a loan and bought a beautiful little cottage. I am fed up with everything! I thought if I stayed even a minute longer at Joja’s in fucking Zuzu I will totally end up jumping from a bridge or something.“ Arias head was spinning. „You… I am sorry I can‘t really wrap my head around it. You quit? And you‘re moving permanently to Ginger Island? Isn‘t that like the super deserted Island in the Gem Sea? What… What will you do there?“
Grace sighed again. „Living, my sweet. I will finally have a life. It is not super populated - as of right now! That‘s why it was super cheap. But I want to open up a little shop for tourists or a bar. Something where I will definitely be my own boss and work only for myself.“ Aria was sure to make out the wide grin her friend had while proceeding. „Can you imagine? Me, seductively tanned from the hot sun, serving drinks with a massive flower in my hair flirting my way into a big tip just to close the shop at dawn and sit in the sand, watching the world move slowly and gently, hearing the waves hit the shore, looking up into an endless display of stars…“
Following her words the young woman couldn’t help her eyes from wandering around and looking up into the black, lightless void of the night that‘s been covering her at this point. The stars being drowned in the light pollution of the city. Aria felt a sting in her chest. A deep pang through her heart. She hasn’t been able to proceed her walk home and by now she stood alone leaning against a streetlamp in front of the Joja office building. „That sounds… amazing“, she whispered. Her bottom lip trembled and with all the strength she could muster Aria cleared her throat to sound cheerful. „It suits you. I am sure you will get the biggest tips.“ Aria took a deep breath. Suddenly she was shaking. „I would have been happy to… get a notice though. And I would have wanted to…“, she sniffled quietly. „I wish I could have you know… said a proper goodbye and waved at you like a lunatic when you head to your terminal… Something sentimental like that.“
Silence stretched over the call. Grace too was heard sniffling. „Nah man“, her voice broke. „I wanted to do that alone. You know… what if I chickened out seeing you and the others? It was… easier this way.“ So it wasn’t just her, Aria concluded. Probably no one knew. Of course Aria would notice right away since they worked together. Sure, her friends from university didn’t connect so frequently. But what about her family? Her grandmother? Her brother? Aria didn’t dare to ask.
„It‘s your decision. And… I mean… do your thing. You‘re not leaving the planet or anything. We… We can visit. And make sure you have wifi over there. So we still can keep in touch and…“ Aria was desperately trying to lift up the mood. „You-… you basically have to live there. I mean, you‘re moving to fucking Ginger Island. You will be their queen!“ Grace let out a raspy laugh. „You‘re right. I will be their mascot.“, she chuckled and Aria tried to do it too. „I want to have a plush toy that looks like you please. And a cheap shirt.“
Grace‘s voice turned soft. „I will send you all the merchandise… Ah shit, my plane is calling for departure. I have to go, peach pie. Stay safe and wreck havoc in my place! Love you!“ Aria hummed. „You got it. Love you too. Take care!“
And just like that the call ended and Grace was gone.
Aria headed home, keeping it together until her apartment door fell into the frame behind her. She slid down to the ground and wrapped her arms around her knees. Somehow she‘s been able to refrain from crying until now and yet when she finally was alone and ready to let the tears wash over her, she could only shiver. All her muscles were shaking, her chest tightened and simply being inside herself was uncomfortable.
Her breath started to become erratic. „Shit…“, she muttered, weeping, trying to calm down. Her hands moved around without any goal. She slightly pulled her hair, scratched over her arms, buried her face in her legs just to gasp for air a second later, her head fell behind onto the door just to roll around from one shoulder to the other.
Aria waited and waited but the tears she had felt so close to the surface moments ago simply didn’t come. Everything was wrong. Her one room apartment laid untouched before her; No sound came from the inside and yet it was not quiet. No light was on and yet it was not dark. There was no way to escape Zuzu City, no matter what she did or where she tried to hide…
I am fed up with everything.
Grace’s words echoed through Arias mind. She was too. She hated this. She hated her job, her flat, her life. Her closest friend was gone just like that, she only saw her boyfriend once a week and she‘s always anxious the current week was the last one. Everything was fleeting, just a spur of the moment. She could have tried to catch some water with her hands in the stream of a river.
Now finally her vision blurred and the tears started flowing. And they never seemed to stop. She couldn’t stand it anymore. When was the last time she hasn’t been afraid of losing what she held dear? When was the last time she felt like holding something in her hands, without it being torn away from her grasp? When was the last time she…
The gentle crackle of fire suddenly appeared somewhere in the back of her consciousness. Aria looked up, sniffling, and frantically searched her surroundings. A strange tickling sensation wandered all over her body, roamed over her skin and ended in her stomach. What… What was that? The confusion put her tears at hold and she slowly let her limbs relax, stretching out her legs carefully and placing her hands in her lap. She heard her own heard pound and her breath pant. In her head she counted to three before holding the air in her lungs, listening for the unusual ambience, trying to make out what happened. The crackling got louder and the goosebumps heavier.
Somehow she followed an instinct and closed her eyes, just concentrating on normalizing her breath again. A heavy but gentle scent hit her nose and warmth spread over her face. She felt the slight tug on her hand and immediately opened her eyes, witnessing how she followed the feeling and stretched out her arm until she was in the position of someone holding her hand.
The noises of the city fell further and further into the background until they were gone completely and the room was filled with only the gentle crackle in the fireplace and heavy breaths from a tired man. Aria gasped quietly when she finally remembered this scene and quickly drew her hand back, holding onto her wrist in shock. It was a memory, right? Yes, just a memory. And yet somehow it felt… strangely real. As if she was reliving the last day of her grandfather‘s life. When her mother still held her hand, trying to be strong and kept tugging on her accidentally. „What the fuck…?“, she heard her own voice muffled in the distance. It sounded hollow and empty, while something else echoed through her mind.
„Now, listen close…“, had her grandpa said gently on his deathbed. Aria was feeling as if she had a fever dream. Like Ebenezer Scrooge being visited by the ghosts of his life. She didn’t dare to move or look away.
„There will come a day when you feel crushed by the burden of modern life…“
She flinched at the weight of those words whispered over 15 years ago. They suddenly hit her. Mattered to her. As if it took a long echo through time and space for her to truly understand them. Aria pressed her lips together, feeling the emotions bubbling up again. She nodded slightly.
„… and your bright spirit will fade before a growing emptiness.“
The trembling began again. Heavier than before. She shook uncontrollably, pressing her hands on her lips. She had difficulties breathing. It took her all her willpower not to hyperventilate. She never thought about those words after they were muttered to her 7 year old, blissfully ignorant self. And suddenly they felt like the answer for a puzzle she‘s been unable to finish. Although it was there all along.
„When that happens, my dear, you‘ll be ready for this gift.“
Heavily her chest was raising and falling again. Her eyes immediately were drawn to her wardrobe. The gift. She remembered now. Her Grandpa has given her an envelope. Something heavy, nice and fancy with a purple wax seal. Before her mother died she frequently spoke of her gut feeling. When it was better to cross the road right before a potted plant fell from a balcony. When it just felt right to drive an extra mile to another supermarket and suddenly stepping into a massive sale event. When she knew her diagnosis before any doctor was able to see it… And when her father was about to die.
Aria never really understood what it meant. But now she couldn’t help to assume it must have been something like this…
Already feeling as if her life would change irreversibly, she took out the old shoe box, sitting in the back of her wardrobe and pulled out the envelope from underneath her mother‘s precious belongings.
It was just as she remembered; Fancy and heavy. Similarly to the way she has felt all those years ago when her father explained to her she had to break that pretty seal, she took in a moment to admire and pity it. „What a shame…“, she sighed and folded it in half so it would crack open. Aria took several deep breaths and still cowering on the floor she opened the envelope. She had to take several deep breaths while trying to calm down her heart that won every race at this point. It was alright. This was definitely the right time. There has never been a better moment to honor her grandfathers wish and open it.
So she slowly exposed a letter first and finally she stretched out her arm to turn on the lamp on her nightstand, regretting this decision for a second while her swollen, red eyes were getting used to the difference in brightness. One last deep breath.
„Dear Aria,“
A sad smile appeared on the woman‘s lips. Nostalgia hit her at seeing the hasty handwriting of her grandpa. She loved when he sent letters back then and although she couldn’t read them at the time, Aria loved just staring at them pages and trying to recreate this mess. In her eyes it has always been beautiful. Like an artwork of sorts…
„Dear Aria,
if you‘re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.“
Aria gulped down past the lump that formed in her throat.
„The same thing happened to me, long ago. I‘d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.“
Aria held her breath in anticipation, somehow sensing where this was leading.
„I’ve enclosed the deed to that place… my pride and joy: Naturesworth Farm.“
The woman gasped and her eyes turned wide. She hurriedly looked through the other papers, holding an official document in her hands. It was a deed for the farm and it‘s property. A hasty written signature from her grandfather officiated the transfer of it to his granddaughter. Tears filled up her eyes again. „No fucking way…“, she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. She quickly returned to the letter.
„It‘s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It‘s the perfect place to start your new life. This was my most precious gift of all, and now it‘s yours. I know you‘ll honor the family name, my dear. Good luck. Love, Grandpa.“
Her new life. After all those years something so valuable was in her possession. Just like that. She actually could start over…
Instinctively she turned the page around again and so a post scriptum in the back. „P.S. If Lewis is still alive say hi to the old guy for me, will ya?“ Aria smiled and shook her head lovingly. „Sure, gramps. You got it…“, she chuckled still wiping away the never ending tears.
She had stared at this massive present for hours. Aria has been a poor girl with nothing to her name, living from one month to the next, suffering under Joja to afford her little doghouse of a flat. And yet suddenly she was the righteous owner of a farm in the south coast of Ferngill Republic, close to the… Close to the Gem Sea. No way!
Out of nowhere she started laughing uncontrollably and fiddled for her phone. She looked up Stardew Valley on the map and quickly spotted the Gem Sea down below and her heart skipped a beat when she found the Fern Islands, knowing one of them being Ginger Island. She shook her head, over and over again, switching from staring at the map to her deed. And after a while she began crying again and hugged the envelope close to her chest.
„Thank you grandpa… You‘re actually the best…“, she whispered into nothingness.
The next day finally came after a restless night. And yet Aria felt too busy to be tired when she jumped out of bed and checking for her grandfathers letter and the deed again. After everything that happened it wouldn’t have surprised her if the past nights events were simply just a dream. And yet, no matter how many times she checked, the documents were always in place.
Feeling as if she had awoken into a new version of herself she stepped out to work. The people around her quickly melted into the background and she‘s been heading out with a sense of being alone. Safe. Covered in a fantasy that protected her from the outside world.
Real connections with other people… Aria recited her grandpas words in her mind. While passing the faceless crowd she tried to remember a face and maybe sort a name to them. But it was pointless. She knew no one and no one knew her.
When she entered Joja‘s massive gray concrete building and passed booth number 312 Aria wasn’t met with the terminated sign. Instead someone new was already sitting there. It took them one day to replace Grace. Aria quickly headed to her own booth and stood there for a second. It took them one day to replace 312. It would probably take them the same time to replace 315. Aria couldn’t think of any reason why she‘d be something special in her supervisors eyes. They did not see individuals. No one wondered about Grace‘s absence. No one would wonder about hers.
Aria slowly sank into her chair.
Real connections with real people and nature…
Her gaze jumped up to the only windows in the room. Nature has become a foreign concept for her in a way. The thought of actually seeing and feeling the day progress seemed… unrealistic. But she yearned for it. She wanted to see what it felt like working under the sun. When she thought back on the few times she has visited her grandfather she remembered the gentle buzzing of bees. Eating ice cream on his veranda and letting her feet hang in a little bucket with cold water. Oh right, he had all sorts of farm animals. There was a duckling once claiming her little bucket as it‘s new pond and they shared the cool water.
Aria smiled. She hasn’t even turned the computer yet while everyone around her has already started the clacking symphony of keyboards. But her fingers didn’t follow suit. Without a word she stood up again. „315, first warning“, echoed through the speakers, as she headed towards the exit. She didn’t stop. It was over. She was not 315 anymore. She was Aria Galbreath. And she was fed up with this life. Once and for all.
A resignation didn’t have to be too formal, right? Aria wrote down hers on a sheet of paper printed all over with the Joja‘s logo and threw it in her supervisors mailbox together with her identification card. When she was on her way back home her whole body started vibrating. She laughed and cried, shook her head in disbelief. People were passing her, avoiding the lunatic but she couldn’t care less. She has done it. She will do it.
What kinds of preparations did she have to make? Since the deed was already hers there was no need to go to the bank. But she should maybe somehow contact someone in Stardew Valley. Although… it was her farm! Did she really have to announce herself? Well maybe the cabin wasn’t ready to actually live in. In that case she‘d need a hotel or something to stay at… For that she would actually need money. Her heart pounded like crazy. Daniel will probably know what to do. He was smart and today was Wednesday. She will ask him for his opinion on how to proceed!
In the meantime Aria had to somehow spent her day now. While waiting for her boyfriend she began by tidying up and throwing everything away she wouldn’t need anymore. Then she typed her resignation for her apartment. And since the time simply didn’t seem to move at all she started researching on the internet the basics of agriculture.
It took Daniel ages today. But then he finally rang the door. Aria threw her laptop on her dining table and jumped out of bed, stumbling over to the door opener.
„Finally!“, Aria exclaimed as she opened her door and heard his heavy steps approaching her in the hallway. „I was waiting! I have to tell you some-… hmpf“ The tall dark haired man slumped up the stairs and immediately crashed his lips against hers the second he arrived at her doorstep. The stench of cigarettes lingered on him. Aria stumbled behind as he pushed her carefully inside and closed the door behind him. She stared wide-eyed into his tired face while he threw his bag to the side. „I had a really rough week“, he finally said in a raspy voice. He wasn’t shaved and his shirt was wrinkly. „Let‘s talk later.“
Aria gasped as he lifted her into his arms and once again sealed her lips in a rough kiss before she could answer in any way. She sighed defeated into his lips but let him be, ignoring the knot inside her stomach. He‘d be in a better mood and more patient after sex. And maybe it would help her to clear her head off too. After all they both seemed to have had a rough time. So she let herself be thrown onto the bed and helped him out of his clothes as he crawled on top of her.
Daniel always came onto her rather strongly. So it was nothing new for her being pushed, pulled and held into place. Although today seemed… rougher than usual.
It took them several rounds until the couple laid in bed, completely out of breath. Aria felt her throat being sore and her makeup smudged all over her face. Her body ached and his fingers have marked red streaks over her arms and thighs.
With a deep relieved sigh Daniel took out his cigarettes and lit one in bed while also grabbing his laptop from his bag. „Can you imagine? My script was denied. Again!“, he immediately started complaining, taking a deep puff of his cig, filling the room with heavy smoke. Aria forced herself up on trembling legs and opened the window before falling back into her bed. „That‘s a shame“, she muttered dryly, wetting her lips, looking for something to drink.
He turned around looking at her with an angry hum. „It‘s not a shame! It‘s disastrous! This idiots can‘t even comprehend my genius. How are they supposed to rate it? You just have to have fucking luck that one of them actually uses their brain and happens to be the one to read my script.“ The brunet man started typing, still shaking his head.
„But you know, that‘s how it is with artists! We don‘t get recognized by these slobs until finally someone decides to publish the book and boom. Suddenly my name will be everywhere, on all the best selling lists! And these goons will feel incredibly stupid for denying me.“ It was not the first time Aria listened to this very same monologue. But she waited for Daniel to finish it before she wanted to bring up her own life. Somehow she was nervous all of the sudden. Doubt filled her up and left a bitter taste in her mouth. Did she really want to talk to him about it?
„I am sure next time will be the one…“, she whispered before clearing her throat. „I wanted to tell you something.“ Daniel led his cigarette back to his lips, before looking over to her. „Hm? Oh, right. What‘s up?“ Aria sat up a little and fished for a oversized shirt on the ground. For this conversation she didn’t want to be naked.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself emotionally. „Grace quit the job this week.“, she started while hugging her knees and leaning her head to the side, looking at him. She stretched out her hand, making a grabbing motion and asking nonverbally for a puff. Daniel clicked his tongue.
„You know how ugly it is for a woman to smoke. What about Grace now? What is she going to do? Did she find something else?“ He finally put away his Laptop and instead took the ashtray and held it over the bed, dropping the ash into it. Aria was sure she‘d find other burning holes in her sheets but she didn’t care right now. „She bought a cottage on Ginger Island and wants to start over there in self-employment. She‘s thinking of…“ Daniel interrupted her with a loud and throaty laugh. He let his fingers run through his hair and shook his head, grinning mockingly. „Holy shit, you‘re joking! No offense in your choice of friends but that‘s the most stupid and hilarious shit I heard all week.“ Arias mouth shut immediately and she eyed her boyfriend for a while.
So that‘s the kind of bullshit Grace tried to escape by not telling anyone. Her heart began pounding heavily and she felt her hands getting sweaty. She cleared her throat again and stopped to get up for a second, fill up a cup of water and gulping it down.
She wiped her mouth with her sleeve. The knot in her stomach tightened. „Uh… I think it could work. And uh… Do you remember what I told you about my grandfather?“ She very slowly moved back to the bed and said down on her knees in an arm length distance to the man. Daniel raised his brow, suspicious of where this was going. „I think you as her friend should have definitely given her a reality check and advice her against such a reckless and stupid decision. And what about your grandfather? I tought he died some time ago?“
The young woman took a deep breath and tried combing her fingers through the mess of her light pink hair to soothe herself. „Yeah. Yeah, that‘s true. But he was a farmer over in Stardew Valley and uh… turns out he passed on the deed of his property to me. I… uh… I have a farm.“ She shrugged anxiously, looking at him through her lashes.
The man stared at her and very slowly put off his cigarette into the ashtray before putting it aside on the nightstand. Aria watched him intently as he faced her completely now, crossing his arms in front of his chest. „So?“
„So… I thought of maybe… I mean! I don‘t have to get a loan and the farm is just sitting there without anyone living there and… I think it would be nice to… connect to my roots. My grandfather loved it there and… and mom grew up in the valley. And eh there is this Lewis that knew my grandfather.“
Why did she suddenly have to justify herself? It was her decision. And she already made it… She only wanted some advice.
Daniel seemed unimpressed. „You are not seriously thinking of moving to a farm? You have no clue of how to manage agriculture!“
Aria pointed at a potted plant that stood by the window. „I can keep plants alive! And I could learn the rest. I-… I already searched a bit around on the web.“ The man clicked his tongue again. „You must be joking! While we are at war with Gotoro and Joja as a mass producer in the back of every farmers neck right now you would have to work the farm to the bones for it to cut even!“ Aria blinked in shock by his raised voice before slightly pouting. „I know that!“, she muttered protectively. „But I think I can do it… I remember the farm. It‘s soil was very good and when Grandpa still managed it it made great profit! And he was alone too and simply dropped out of his city life without any expertise before that!“ Daniel groaned and hid his face in the palms of his hands.
„You… ugh don‘t be so difficult now, Aria! You‘re comparing yourself with a sturdy man. I am sure you can‘t even properly hold an axe. Let alone cut a whole tree on your own. Can‘t you sell the farm? There is so much you could do with the money! Something realistic.“
Aria gasped. „N-no! No, I can‘t sell it! Grandpa loved that farm with all his heart! It‘s the family‘s treasure.“
„Fine!“, the man sighed. „Give it to your Dad then!“ The pink-haired woman stared at him for half a minute before even considering taking this suggestion seriously. „You want me to send my sickly Dad, who‘s barely managing to stand up straight to work on a farm?“
Daniel brandished his hands around. „Yes! Thank you for seeing the ridiculousness in this ordeal! It‘s the very same thing with you working on a farm.“
„No it‘s not!“ The couple got hotter and louder the further their argument proceeded and before escalating completely it was Daniel taking a deep breath and softening his tone finally.
„Look, I see that you are very passionate about this all. But please think about it again.“ He snaked an arm around her and grabbed her suddenly just to pull her on his lap. „But if you really want to play cowgirl, I can definitely help with that.“ A wide grin was now presenting on his face and Aria felt all air being sucked out from underneath her wings. How was he in the mood now of all times? „Now you must be joking!“, she huffed, crossing her arms, turning away her face. Her boyfriend though only curled his lips into a sulking pout. „Come on. Let‘s stop arguing. This leads nowhere and you know it. It‘s just a fun little fantasy. And that‘s alright.“ He let his hands slip under the shirt she threw on to cover herself and pressed her body against his.
„We only see each other once a week. Let me enjoy you some more before I have to leave for work again. And if your life dissatisfies you right now maybe I wasn’t performing good enough. And in that case I insist on getting another chance.“
Aria was pissed. She felt trapped in his arms. This went worse than any outcome that she could have imagined. And suddenly she felt strongly sympathetic and connected towards Grace‘s decision. She wished to have left without a word too. But at least now she was more eager than ever. Any sign of doubt has left her.
With a sigh she let Daniel have his way and the second he left her apartment she took a shower, started packing and signed her resignation. Come Tuesday the following week she sat in a bus, crossing the Calico desert, heading towards Stardew Valley.
#stardew valley#fanfic#original story#zuzu city#angsty#coping#loss#Depression#the burdens of modern life lol#toxic relationship#female farmer
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This old made is going to his farm, he's carrying his radio on his head and listening to the news. Gives a new meaning to Radiohead.
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Can I offer you a Coral Island fic featuring Wakuu in this trying time?
#coral island#wakuu#wakuu coral island#female farmer#i havent written in so long#sorry if its bad i still like it tho
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A Day at the Beach
What a morning. The farmer slowly made her way down to the beach after completing the first five rooms of the volcano dungeon. Hunting for prismatic shards was definitely going to be the death of her. Of course, it could have been worse, she could have been in the Skull Caverns. As she neared the beach, she noticed that Leo had spread out a new grass mat for her under the reed canopy. Just what she needed, a nap in the shade.
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The guys had decided, seeing as the pool game had turned out so well, that a day at the beach would be a great way to spend some time together. Harvey wasn’t a fan of the beach but went along with the guys anyways. Swimming and sand weren’t really his favorite, but time off from the clinic could be cathartic.
Sam, Sebastian and Alex stepped off the dock onto the sand stopped dead. The farmer was stretched out on the side of the beach. She had taken off her shirt and was clad only in a sports bra and hip hugging shorts. Sweat gleaned on her skin from the heat of the day, accentuating the lines of her body.
“Whoa!” exclaimed Alex, “would you look at that!” Sam and Sebastian just stared. “Do you think we should maybe get her a drink or something…” asked Sam.
Shane coming up behind them huffed “Don’t bother!” and made his way to the change rooms. Elliott trailing him continued Shane’s retort with “yes, her heart has been given to another!” Elliott looked longingly over at the farmer, shook his head and followed Shane to the change rooms.
Harvey concluded his conversation with Willy over the continuing care of his thumb and made his way down the doc. He noticed the three younger men looking to the side of the beach and turned his head to see what they were staring at. Noticing the farmer stretched out on the grass mat, he muttered, “she’s going to get another sunburn.”
Harvey walked past the guys and made his way to the sleeping woman. Going down on one knee he lightly shook the farmer by the shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes, and her face split into a large delighted smile. She grabbed Harvey by his tie and brought him down to her for a searing kiss.
“No way!” Alex shouted, “the Doc ..”questioned Sam, “ that’s some kiss” remarked Sebastian.
Harvey stood up with a dazed smile on his face. The farmer pulled her t-shirt back on and started to gather her sword, tools and backpack. Grabbing the doctor’s hand, she started to pull him past the other guys towards the cliffs at the back of the beach.
“Hey Willy, I’ll make sure the doctor gets home, okay?” she called over to the docks. “Alright lassy” Willy answered back. He smirked as they made their way past the others. Yup, they had asked for an eventful day on the island. Well they got it!
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SDV Smut? Yay or Nay?
This is a SFW post, btw. Just a question... a musing really.
I've been stretching myself as a writer and I've come up with some hot-hot-fire-hot NSFW ideas for sexy scenes with the Stardew bachelors. I shared with my IRL BFF my initial outlines and was encouraged to share it. I'm trying to grow as a writer and learn how to write sex scenes.
So here's me, awkwardly asking, if anyone cares to read this kind-of stuff or if this is even the right platform for it.
So far, I've outlined:
Female x Sebastian
Female x Sam
Female x Harvey
(I may do others too...)
Context is a female protagonist and already established friendship with the male love interest. Pre confession of feelings. Long burning desire. Hidden attraction. Fantasizing becomes reality. First time together.
Story itself: On a rainy night, they share a steamy encounter while both a little intoxicated. The next day, they're talking over if a one-night stand could turn into something more.
If I get a nibble, then I might just post here once I have the courage to... haha. I might rework a scene or two into a SDV+TS4 crossover at some point, but that's for later. Here it'd just be smut, I guess... if anyone cares or is interested.
#stardew remixed#sdv smut#stardew valley ideas#miscellaneous#random musings#random thoughts#sdv sebastian#sdv sam#sdv harvey#female farmer#if anyone is interested in reading this let me know
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Touch Starved - Shane&Cassie
Description: Due to what happened to him in the city, Shane decides to close himself off from the rest of the world. He was one step away from completely shattering, and he didn't want to let anyone in just to disappoint them in the end.
And he was doing just fine in keeping up this facade, until she moved in.
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FebuWhump2023 - Day 1: Touch Starved
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A/N: Hello! I try not to make goals for myself for the new year since I cannot seem to keep them…but I want to get back into writing. One random day I came across the "FebuWhump2023" challenge on Tumblr and thought…why the hell not? I have no idea if I'm writing a "whump" fic correctly…but I'll just roll with how I'm feeling and try to remember "whumps" aren't supposed to be "happy happy joy joy" and it's ok to let my evil/dark side out.
AO3
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The spring season was finally in full bloom. Wild animals started emerging from their months-long stay in their dens. Birds flew and sang almost non-stop throughout the day. The wildflowers bloomed and the trees grew back their leaves. Everything came back to life in the spring.
And Shane hated it.
Every spring reminded him of how he came to be in this situation. How years prior his life was falling apart while the earth came back to life. Now he was back in the valley where he spent the majority of his childhood. A place that now held his only good memories, though those memories were soured with the lifestyle he chose to live.
It's incredibly difficult to stay closed off in a place that was so small and the people in it so caring. Especially now that she's officially moved in.
It's 7 pm now on a Friday night. Most of the villagers have all trickled in by this point. Shane's made it a habit to watch them from "his" spot at the dark end corner of the bar, fireplace and Gus's wood-carved bear statue behind him.
Cassie Nova, the new owner of Universe Farm, walks into the saloon. Gus and Emily warmly greet her, as well as the other patrons nearby. Shane grunts and rolls his eyes as she greets them back. She walks up to Gus to place her order, then sits at the bar and idly chit-chats with Emily while she waits. Shane sulks as he watches them chat, and various other villagers come up to chat with the new girl in town. Just like everyone else, the new farmer was touchy too. Light touches on the shoulder, small pats on the back, and feather-like touches on hands at some funny joke.
It infuriated him. Contrary to what he's now made himself to be, Shane used to be just like them. Funny how one experience can change a person, break a person. He still craved small affections like that but continued to force himself to push everyone away. He can't let himself be hurt like that again. It may just very well end him, and he was already hanging on by a very, very, thin thread.
The hardest person to ignore was his niece, now turned God-daughter. But he does it. He hates himself even more for it, but continues it.
Who knows how long he has left anyway. Best not to give the girl hope only for it to be crushed…again.
Movement on his left peripheral brought him back from his thoughts. He looks and starts at the sight of Cassie placing her food and beverage down next to him. She looks at him and gives a half smile, "This seat taken?"
She's just barely sat on the stool and it's already too much for him. He feels like he's physically burning in the heat that her body is radiating next to him. He musters up as much of his coldness as he can trying to stave away the heat in his cheeks, which seems to be unsuccessful.
"Fuck off." He mumbles, clutching his beer and staring hard at the wood bar counter. He can feel her stillness, lasting only a second before she gives a humorous huff. He looks back at her with a questioning stare. He watches her move her plate and drink one spot over to the left and sits down. One bar stool between them.
"Alright alright." She says before giving him a soft smile with concerned eyes, then focusing on her meal.
Shane cracks a little bit more inside and returns to his drink. He knew keeping this up was going to be difficult, but now with her here it was going to be damn near impossible.
He may just die from the struggle alone.
#febuwhump2023#febuwhump2023day1#sdv shane#shane stardew valley#stardew shane#stardew valley shane#female farmer#sdv cassie#sdv cassie nova#azookiex3#azritesx3
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In Bloom pt. 1
Sebastian x F!Farmer
Content - Pure Fluff, pregnancy announcement, unnamed farmer, no y/n, Mild sexual discussions
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“Ready to go?” Sebastian asks as he leans into the bathroom where you were preparing yourself.
“Just about, yes.” you say as you straighten out your dress over your stomach. Recently your bump has gone from ‘a little weight gain’ to ‘probably pregnant’. So you and your husband have decided to make an official announcement. Your immediate families already know. Maru was overjoyed to find out she would be an aunt at the clinic. A few days later you arranged a family dinner to break the news to the rest of Sebastian’s family. Robin was absolutely buzzing about planning the nursery layout, but has begrudgingly agreed to wait for you to make your announcement.
Today at the Flower Dance, everyone in town should know of your pregnancy by the end of the day. Your dress features a high waistline that leaves little to the imagination on your condition. At four months, you’re not huge but have rounded into pregnancy.
Sebastian wraps his arms around you from behind, his hands resting on your lower stomach. He leans down to press a kiss on your shoulder before resting his chin there “Ready to be the talk of the town?” he asks with a faint blush.
“I’m already the talk of the town.” you say turning to wind your arms around his neck. “This will just be more fuel for the fire”
“Great, just what I want. More people talking to me, asking me questions.” Sebastian throws his head back dramatically.
“I’m sure Abby and Sam screaming will be more than enough of an announcement.” You pull his head down and kiss his cheek.
Hand in hand you make your way to the clearing in Cindersap Forest. As you approach Sebastian takes a deep breath and offers you his elbow. “Ready?”
“Ready!” you state proudly looping your arms together.
Walking into the clearing you see that everyone is already engaged in conversations with their friends and family. Aside from Pierre who stands behind his booth as usual.
“Hiya Farmer, Sebastian!” He waves in greeting. Noticing your appearance “Hold on. You’re…”
You gently shush him and continue towards the back corner of the field along the river where Sam and Abigail agreed to meet you.
“Hey guys!” Abigail shouts as she notices the two of you and waves you over. Her gaze drifts down as her eyes widen and jaw drops. “Wait. Is that…”
Your hand drifts up to your bump, smiling.
“Yeah” Sebastian says, breaking the tension.
Abigail shrieks and runs into your arms. Sam bounds over and pulls Sebastian into a big hug, lifting him off his feet. Sebastian huffs as the air is squeezed out of him.
“Hey don’t break him. I need his help.” you scold.
“How the hell did you hide this from us?” Sam barks loudly. Setting Sebastian down and moving over to place his hands on your belly.
“Shapewear and loose clothes do miracles.”
You glance around the clearing to see that all eyes have drifted to this corner. Robin’s face has lit up and is practically jumping for joy as she begins energetically talking to Jodi and Caroline. You shoot an ‘I told you so’ look at your husband.
“You guys are really having a baby?! This is so exciting! Congratulations guys!” Sam squeals.
“Thank you.” you both say.
After continuing to talk to your friends for a few more minutes you squeeze Sebastian’s hand and say “Well, I’m gonna make the rounds.”
Surprisingly, he pulls you into a deep kiss. He has never been one for PDA, but today elation has allowed him to overcome his discomforts. Your eyebrows are raised when you part and he smiles tenderly at you, whispering “Good luck. Try not to get swarmed.”
You reply with a peck to his lips. Leaving Sebastian with a snickering Abigail and loose jawed Sam. You walk back along the river approaching Elliot and Leah.
“My, my! I believe congratulations are in order!” Elliot booms, animatedly throwing his arms in the air. He takes a step towards you, extending a hand towards your bump. “May I?”
“Yes, and thank you.” He gently places his palm on your bump and sighs “There hasn’t been much movement yet, sorry.” As if on cue a light fluttering is felt through your lower abdomen. Both his and your eyebrows shoot up. “Well, congratulations. You’re the first person to feel them move.”
“Sebastian hasn’t felt it yet?” He glances over at your husband.
You sigh “No, it only started recently. So far it’s so infrequent and quick right now that he hasn’t been close enough when it does happen. One time he almost knocked over the TV stand when I called him over.”
“Aww, who would’ve thought he’d be such a softie.” Leah coos.
You look back at your husband, making eye contact with him. The two of you share a warm smile as he continues to talk with his friends.
“I’ve never seen Sebastian smile this much at the Flower Dance.” Leah comments. “Congratulations, really. I’m so happy for both of you.” She clasps both your hands in hers.
You continue your parade to the rest of the villagers. Robin, Jodi, and Caroline say to come to them if you have any questions, concerns, or just need to vent. Emily says your baby has a calm but warm energy to them. Shane recommends a parenting book he recently picked up, it’s for older children but he says you’ll need it sooner than you think. Gus offers to arrange a meal prep for you when you’re closer to delivery. Penny offers to babysit if we ever need a day to ourselves. And Evelyn is thrilled to see the community growing. All in all, it was a lot of “I’m about four months along”, “We’re waiting a bit to find out the sex”, “They’re due early to mid fall”, “We’ve split most of the farm work so I’m not overworking myself”, “Yes, we’re very excited”. After all of the well wishes and tummy touches your social battery is pretty drained.
You meander your way back to your husband and slump into his side “I am here to share the congratulations of the entire town with you and ask you to dance.”
He chuckles, “Well, how could I say no to that request?” wrapping an arm around your shoulders he pulls you closer to his side then guides you to the buffet to sit down for a bit.
A short while later Lewis announces the dance is starting. The pairs make their way to the center of the field and suddenly you begin to feel self-conscious. You smooth the dress over your stomach and take a deep breath, knowing all eyes are on you today. Sebastian holds you close and whispers “Hey, did I mention you look great today.” You look up into his eyes, “Like drop-dead gorgeous, I’d say.”
You puff out a soft laugh and feel nothing but the love radiating from this man. Your husband. The father of your child. He can read you like a book and clear your anxiety away in just a handful of words. At this point you don’t care if you mess up the dance, all you care about is being in the arms of the man you love.
“And you look like a blueberry in that jumpsuit.” You poke back at him. He groans and throws his head back. “I just mean you look sweet.” You rearrange his hair and rest your hand on his cheek. Covering your hand with his he plants a soft kiss in your palm.
The music starts and you begin waltzing around the clearing.
“So Sam is betting that it’s a boy, and Abigail bets on a girl.” Sebastian comments.
“Oh Yoba, they’ll never change. They bet on when we’d get together, who would propose, and I’m sure they bet on when I’d get pregnant.” You chuckle. “Who won by the way?”
“Sam did, he thought we’d be at it like rabbits but Abigail thought you’d want to have the baby in winter.”
“Let’s not tell her that was the original plan. Unfortunately someone got too excited.”
“Hey!” Sebastian feigned offense.
“I mean the baby was excited to get here.” You twirl away smiling.
Another jump is felt in your belly and when you come back together a glum look is on your face. Sebastian picks up on your dispirited appearance and stiffens in his movements. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he worries.
“No, no. I’m fine.” you reassure him. “But I hate to tell you that… Elliot felt the baby move”
He breathes out in frustration, “Dammit.” His grip tightens on your waist. “That’s it, I’m not leaving your side until I feel them move.”
“Wait for the dance to be over first, dork.” You say twirling away one last time.
The dance concludes and the crowd applauds, you look over to see Robin with a camera recording the whole time. Glancing at Sebastian who shrugs in a ‘what did you expect’ way. You realize he kept you in conversation through the dance to keep your mind off the crowd, probably for himself too. He leads you back to the buffet to take a seat. Your feet are starting to kill you by now. Some pickles sound good right about now as well. Sebastian starts idly rubbing circles on your back knowing you’ve had soreness lately.
Mayor Lewis steps forward to the center of the field and announces Haley has won the title of Flower Queen yet again. She takes the flower crown from him but instead of placing it on her head she begins walking away.
“I think we all know who deserves it this year.” making a straight path to you “On behalf of the entire town, congratulations!” She smiles, placing the flower crown on your head. The crowd erupts in cheers and your eyes begin to well with tears as you pull her into a tight hug. You’ve gotten along well enough with Haley but she has never done anything so outright kind for you. “I don’t know how you got through today in those shoes.” She whispers in your ear.
“Oh, they’re coming off as soon as possible now.” You laugh, wiping away some tears.
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Pt. 2
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AN: Oh Yoba I needed to stop looking at this and just post it. This is my first fic I’ve had the guts to post anywhere so constructive criticism is appreciated. Praise is appreciated as well.
I was looking up dresses for my cousin’s wedding and found some maternity dresses that inspired me to write this…
#kats writes#stardew valley#stardew sebastian#sdv sebastian#stardew valley fanfic#stardew sebastian fanfic#sdv sebastian fanfic#sdv sebastian x farmer#sdv sebastian x reader#stardew sebastian x farmer#stardew sebastian x reader#female farmer
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Palm oil season.
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spring break!!! time to bedrott!!
#lana del rey#fiona apple#bed rotting#hell is a teenage girl#i’m just a girl#manic pixie dream girl#girlblogger#tumblr girls#girlhood#gloomy coquette#coquette#farmers daughter#twee#black swan#girl interrupted#girl interupted syndrome#lizzy grant#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#this is what makes us girls#female manipulator#feminine urge#female rage#female hysteria#femcel#misandry#nymph3t#nympette#pinterest#pearl movie#the virgin suicides
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lana rey, will you serve me lemonade?
#girlblogging#girlblogger#lana del rey#femcel#coquette#lana del rey aesthetic#coquette dollete#coquette girl#dollete aesthetic#female manipulator#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lizzy grant#hyper femme#female rage#the female gaze#femme fatale#hyper feminine#female hysteria#divine feminine#farmers daughter#cinnamon girl#this is what makes us girls#this is a girlblog#lana del rey chemtrails#chemtrails over the country club#cotcc#hell is a teenage girl#locally hated#girlhood#just girly thoughts
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