Stardew Valley Asks

A/B is open but uh...asks in inbox: 20. I do microfics, headcannons, ship suggestions, npc ships, etc. No nsfw. Please spread the word! Don't be shy!

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clint…?

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bachelors' reactions to a farmer (preferably female) who dresses up in Fall/Winter clothes during the Spring and Summer because they dont feel comfortable/confident with revealing skin despite the fact that they are overheating

Alex:

- "Uh...okay, babe. At least drink some Gatorade or something."

- Alex would mostly just be worried about the farmer staying hydrated with all this heat. Expect lots of not-so-subtle attempts at getting the farmer some electrolytes.

Elliott:

- "Oh, darling--we certainly ride in the same boat often, don't we?"

- Elliott has this exact same problem. He lives in his Victorian costuming all year round, so he's glad on an emotional level that the farmer gets the struggles of covering up.

Harvey:

- "What if we both wore a little less?"

- If it's a modesty/shame problem, he's about to shed his sweatervest in order to keep the farmer from feeling like she's alone in this.

Sam:

- "Hey, whatever fits you, dudette."

- He knows it can be hard to shed some layers; he usually only takes off his precious jacket when he has to. But he's not about to judge the farmer for covering up. Different strokes for different folks.

Sebastian:

- "Perfect for riding."

- Sebastian knows he has no room to talk, so he'll try to nudge the farmer into the little positive trains of thought he's built for himself. If the farmer is covered up, she might not get as hurt if they crash on his motorcycle.

Shane:

- "Just don't pass out, alright? I might wanna keep you around."

- He's worried about her staying cool in the heat, sure, but he's not about to let that on just yet. Or is he? Or maybe he's not...But what if he was?! That's just Shane. But he's not going to force the farmer to change even if he gets worried.

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Could we possibly get a mini Rasmodius x farmer fic based on some of the headcannons from earlier?

So I'm using a blend of a couple of them, but maybe not all of them

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'My dearest, most esteemed farmer-' the note began. The sprawling cursive curled over soft violet paper, written in deep purple ink. 'If you would, please join me in my tower at your earliest convenience.'

The farmer shifted their eyes over the page a few times to make sure they'd actually read it correctly. Rasmodius was actually inviting them to the tower? Usually, he just sort of...yanked them out of their present location, like he had a string around their waist. He'd never actually sent a real invitation to the farmhouse.

The farmer tucked the letter back into its envelope before handing the envelope back to the fidgety little junimo that had delivered it. "I guess now's my earliest convenience..." They glanced down at the junimo. "Unless...should I get dressed up? I should probably at least take a shower, right?"

The junimo stared up at them before shrugging. This one didn't talk much. Or at all, really.

"Thanks," the farmer muttered in its vague direction before going inside to prepare for whatever the wizard had planned. The junimo hopped after them only to receive a screen door in the face. It decided it was perhaps best to wait on the porch until the farmer was done, and once the farmer was done, it raced after them on stubby, celestial little legs.

The sky above the tower swirled purple and golden, like glitter stirred in water. Clouds spiraled out across the sky from just beyond the swirling colors. The sight of this slowed the farmer down just enough that the junimo could jump up onto their shoe and hold on tight to it as they continued on their way to the tower, completely ignoring a very concerned Marnie on the way there.

M. Rasmodius waited for his beloved farmer at the top of the tower. From that ivy-covered roost, he commanded the glorious show in the sky, all for his beloved. The drain he felt was nothing in comparison for the love that roared in his chest. This was worth it. He needed the farmer to stay and say yes tonight. Loneliness may never have been a factor in his life before the beloved farmer had entered the picture, but recently it weighed on his heart like nothing else. Hopefully tonight would erase the loneliness from him.

The farmer entered the tower as the wizard descended the tower stairs.

"Rasmodius."

"My beloved."

The two embraced in the center of the tower, hearts regaining their bond and warmth radiating off the wizard. He had forgotten what joy was until he saw his farmer again--and it had only been hours since they last were together. Everything settled right in the wizard except for that one question he had hanging in his mind. It hung there all throughout dinner, until...

"My dear one," the wizard began, looking at the farmer across the table. The farmer looked up from their plate and was about to respond when the wizard held up his hand to stop them. The wizard continued, "I have a question for you."

The farmer hesitantly put down their silverware, eyes on the man across from them. "...Go on. Ask."

The wizard shifted in his creaking chair. "Well..." His cheeks heated and from his robes he pulled a--oh! A mermaid pendant.

"Do you find it benefit you to remain mine as long as you live?" Rasmodius asked quietly. He presented the chained shell to the stunned farmer.

The farmer blinked tears from their eyes and slowly began to nod. "...y-yes. It would...it would benefit me greatly."

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i know this is kinda an odd request but could i get some headcannons about the farmer being in a romantic relationship (poly) with both morris and pierre? (the type of poly thats like everyone loves each other not just 'sharing')

I don't know if you can see the whole ask as it's posted but but the ask was headcannons for Morris x Pierre x Farmer

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1. Pierre and Morris as enemies to lovers? Excuse me? Talk about nemeses to soul mates.

2. That being said, they probably still argue a lot, and usually only about dumb stuff like which shoe to put on first or which corner of the sheet to tuck in first.

3. The farmer probably started out as a mediator between the two of them before they all three realized how much they relied on each other.

4. Dates probably include: gardening, the farmer convincing Pierre and Morris to actually enjoy town festivals, and Pierre and the farmer burying Morris at the beach so he can't run around and worry himself to death.

5. Pierre can't cook. Morris can't even microwave anything. Let's hope the farmer can handle food because otherwise, they're gonna survive on dandelions and Joja cola.

6. Pierre doesn't know it, but Morris and the farmer like to surreptitiously watch him practice boxing.

7. Pierre almost caught them one time, and it was really fun for the both of them to explain why exactly they looked so embarrassed for 'just walking past the room'.

8. It takes a while for Morris to get used to the animals on the farmer's farm, mostly because he's only used to his spider.

9. Pierre's a lot better with the animals, but practically faints every time Morris' spider enters his line of sight.

10. Between Morris and Pierre, there's enough clutter to fill the community center. If the farmer's also messy, it's so much worse. If they're not, then they'll have a heck of a time trying to keep the boys in line.

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Hello, again! Could you do a microfic about the farmer finding out that Morris was a huge theatre nerd in high school?

Well! It's been a while!

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"...'Cats'?" the farmer asked, withdrawing a tape from an old storage container. "On VHS?"

They'd spent the whole day going through Morris' stored things, trying to figure out what he could live with losing. He needed to get rid of a lot even if he wasn't about to move out of his tiny living quarters. No amount of perfectionist organization could cover for the fact that he simply had far too much stuff.

"Don't look at that!" Morris snapped as he snatched the vhs tape from the farmer in a split second. "That's...private!" He stuffed the tape into his coat, but of course, it missed the pocket and slipped out the bottom of its paper case. The aged vhs tape clattered to the cracked tile floor of his tiny living quarters. Part of him hoped the fall messed it up enough that it was rendered unwatchable.

The farmer snapped it up before Morris could brave his back pain and bend down to get it. "Yoba--it's not even an actual copy of the movie? This is a..." It was a recorded VHS tape, marked 'CATS: SENIOR YEAR' in scribbly sharpie pen. The farmer looked up at Morris, eyebrows raised. "Were you in 'Cats'? In, um, senior year?" Already, they could picture Morris decked out in a full fursuit, singing and dancing his heart out. Or micromanaging the other performers. Both, they decided; he probably did both. No, scratch that. He definitely did both.

Morris' face turned red and he cast his gaze away, not even bothering to take the tape away from the farmer this time. It was too late to salvage any of his pride. Nonetheless, he managed, "Maybe I just needed another credit to graduate and theater was the only class open..."

"No way!" the farmer exclaimed, sitting down next to the storage box and pulling out a ratty old cat costume. It was obviously tailored to a much smaller Morris, but it had his name written on the tag inside. "Moving can wait. I can't believe you kept your costume."

Morris reluctantly sat down next to the farmer, only tolerating all of this for their sake. He could feel that his face was still on fire, and that bothered him to no end. He wished he could just cool his face down. "Maybe it's not mine...Hey, be careful with that!" He snatched the phantom mask from the farmer's hands and clutched it possessively to his chest. "I made this myself."

He already regretted saying that. He knew he'd said the wrong thing when the farmer squealed and grabbed his arm.

"Aw! Morris." They gently pried the mask from his hands, despite his best efforts to prevent this from happening. "You were the phantom? And you made your own mask. Aw." They smiled down at the flimsy bit of papier-mache, imagining Morris wearing it in his teenage years. "That's...that's actually really sweet, Morris. I didn't know you were so...crafty!

Morris could feel a lump in his throat. He coughed to clear it away. "Yes, well, it doesn't always come up in my line of work...But, if you're interested, we..." He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Okay, yes, maybe he was excited to relive his days before Joja. "We could always watch the tape." He picked up the recording of himself as a fourteen year old Phantom. "If you wished." They'd found his old VCR earlier, amongst all the years of stashed-away belongings.

The farmer grinned over at Morris, their cheeks heating up just like his. "I'd love that," they replied, standing up from their spot on the floor. Moving could definitely wait for this.

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Hello! I stumbled upon this blog recently and I find it amazing! Your fics and headcannons are my absolute favourite. Could you please tell me which character from the game you like the most? Have a wonderful day!

Thank you so much!!! Ah!!!!

Um!?!?!?!? I love so many........It lists the top few on my main but???

Elliott will always be My Man.....He's so soft and kind of a big dork and I love his hair and I really, really hate his portrait. Please. Concernedape. Tell me what he looks like. Please. I need to know beyond that weird image we're given

Haley too!! Like, every says 'she's a bitch and I hate her' but to paraphrase john mulaney, she's a bitch and I like her so much. She's so pretty!!!! I kind of have a thing for pretty hair because, like, colors are very important for me and I can just imagine how pretty her hair would be in the sunlight. I dunno. She's just fascinating to me

Harvey!!!!!!! Give me my soft teddy bear boy. I mean, yeah, his thing for Maru is a little creepy because I see her as a lot younger than him but, uh, heh...if he's into a younger crowd, I'm his guy, I guess. Wow this is uncomfy. But important: aesthetic! Tweed! Moustache! Coffee! Messiness! Blushing cheeks! Oxfords (not brogues)! Messy hair! The doc is killin me

Penny. Sweet sweet sweet sweet Penny. Oh Penny. She's so small. So, so, small. So sweet. And again, aesthetic!!!! Freckles!!! Soft yellows, browns!!!! Thirties!!!! Tiny floral prints!!!! Peter pan collars!!! Also, she loves to read! Me too hun

I kinda like Sebastian, too.

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Infections aren't good to mess around with :( if it's too deep topical ointment might not be enough. Stay safe! Be careful!

Thank you!! Yeah I've just got a dead, hard, hollow divot in my pinkie now, basically the size of the whole tip. It doesn't hurt anymore now though so that's good? I guess? Thanks for your concern ❤

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Can I request minific of Shane realizing he’s in love with a malefarmer who’s super kind hearted and sensitive?

"Why do you even bother?" Oh, Yoba, please. Please. Please, just shut up. Stop talking. Shane wished he could just shut his damn mouth for a second or two, just so he could actually say what he wanted to instead of whatever b.s. came out of his mouth. He wished it would just stop sometimes. But here he was, still pushing people away, and here the farmer was, about to get his soft little feelings wrecked.

"Hm?" the farmer asked, turning away from his conversation with the other bar visitors to peer at Shane in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" And Yoba, he really sounded hurt. Shane hid his flinch in a gulp of beer.

"Yeah." Stop. "I am." Stop it, you big dumb idiot! This is why nobody cared about him. This is why he'd never, ever have a chance with the farmer, or anyone near as good as he was. Because the farmer really was a good person. So kind and gentle--he'd probably be so nice to the chickens...Shane shook his head quickly, trying to clear the idea from his mind. "Why do you bother being so nice?" he practically spat. "It doesn't get you anywhere. You're just wasting your energy."

The farmer frowned ever so slightly and excused himself from his full table to sit at the lonesome bar next to Shane. "I mean..." he began. "I don't think it's a waste of energy to make people happy." He sipped his drink, then continued after looking down at the bar. "People deserve to be happy. If I can bring them some light, what's stopping me, you know?"

Shane was struck silent for a moment. Oddly enough, the only thing he was aware of was the condensation of his beer glass soaking through the ratty sleeve of his jacket. He swallowed hard. "What's stopping you?" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "What if...what if the person you're being nice to...doesn't accept kindness? What if..." He looked away. "What if they got angry? And defensive? And ran away? Would you keep trying? Or would..." He looked back over at the farmer for a split second before focusing on the quickly blurring mass of blue that was Emily's head. Shit, was he crying? He was crying. Actually crying. In public. In front of the farmer. He wanted to die.

"Would I give up on him?" the farmer supplied when he didn't continue. "I mean, /them/. Cuz, you know. This is purely hypothetical." He smiled a little and nudged Shane's side.

Shane sniffled and used a wrinkled bar napkin to wipe his nose. "Yeah. Could be anyone in the village. Could even be, um..." Oh, no, no, no. He couldn't--he shouldn't...He should just try to forget.

"You?" The farmer placed his hand gently on Shane's wrist. Even with its light weight, it kept Shane's arm down against the bar so he couldn't lift his beer mug. He didn't even bother trying. He couldn't really move.

Shane stared down at the farmer's hand, heart aching and pounding at the same time. All his thoughts stopped instead of racing like they normally did. Even his breathing slowed. Finally, he managed to stutter out, "Y-yeah. Even...even me."

The farmer squeezed on his wrist gently before slipping his hand down further to interlock his fingers with Shane's. "I would never give up on you, Shane."

Shane stared down at their hands still as new tears filled his eyes. Oh, yoba, he was in love, and he really didn't mind it, to his surprise. Through the tears, he managed a tiny smile. "Thanks."

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How would the bachelorettes react to finding out that the female farmer used to be a star pitcher back in college and that she's trying to get them to start up a Pelican Town softball team?

Gonna be honest with you....I know nothing of softball. But I do know google. I hope she's correct about what I've written....

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Abigail -

1. "A strong pitching arm can definitely become a strong sword arm, and I guess vice versa."

2. She's just glad the farmer engaged in a whole lot of physical activity, because it means she'll have someone to work towards keeping up with on adventures, even if she doesn't join the team herself. If she did, she'd probably play as pitcher, thanks to her sword arm.

Emily -

1. "I'd love to be the umpire!"

2. Emily seems like she's good at de-escalation, so should could keep the more competitive bachelorettes in check and make level decisions about plays.

Haley -

1. "Isn't softball like...a lesbian thing?"

2. For one thing, Haley often doesn't realize that the things she says are offensive until after she says them. Even so, as much as she tries to cover it up as pure ignorance, she's asking that question out of hope. She'd probably play as shortstop because she's good at knocking people off their pedestals.

Leah -

1. "I wonder how well we could play in the woods..."

2. While she's all for playing the vanilla game, she kind of wonders what fun the obstacle of having trees everywhere could provide. Somebody might end up hurt, sure, but it's like that in any sport. She'd probably play an outfielder position.

Maru -

1. "I really do need more exercise..."

2. Maru spends a lot of time doing very calm, down-time sort of activities, so playing softball is probably a good idea for her. She'd probably play some base position.

Penny -

1. "A-are there cheerleaders in softball?"

2. Penny's not too sure she could keep up with the other girls on the playing field. She's small, probably underfed, and pretty bookish. If allowed, she'd enjoy encouraging from the sidelines, but if pushed into playing, she'd actually have the time of her life at bat. She'd finally get some frustration out.

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(Same anon that asked for the Maru and Sebastian fic) I, too, love me some good family bonding and I love how you write the characters. Your fics always manage to be both funny and heartwarming. Could we possibly get a continuation where Sebastian actually has to go through with providing a fake blood sample?

I promise, I can write without angst. I promise.

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Sebastian cursed under his breath a dozen times before he was able to spit out, "I can do this, Maru. Shut up." He spoke through gritted teeth, an exact-o knife pressed to the soft inside of his left wrist. "Stop talking. Stop. I can do this." His hand wasn't moving.

Maru took a deep breath through her nose, more anxious than annoyed. "I know you can cut yourself, Sebastian, but dad only gave me twenty or so minutes to get this done. He could be back from the mountain any minute now." She actually sort of danced back and forth, from foot to foot, her arms crossed tightly against her chest as nerves sparked within her. She wasn't even thinking about what she had just said.

Sebastian glared up at his sister from underneath his dark fringe. His nerves abided long enough for him to spit, "'I know you can cut yourself, Sebastian'. Really, Maru? Really conscious of you. Thanks." He rolled his eyes and returned his tense focus to the razor-sharp blade pressing gently against the milky white paleness of his skin. His skin was especially pale here, where his hoodie sleeves usually protected it from the sun. He tried to ignore the shine of old scars marring the skin, but it was kind of hard, given his current situation. But he found he still couldn't regret promising his little sister this level of protection. Okay, yeah, whatever. Maybe he could act like he hated her sometimes. But it kind of got exhausting after a certain point. He wanted to save his energy for hating Demetrius, anyway.

"Sebastian," Maru warned nervously. "Please?"

Sebastian breathed out hard through his nose. "Just--just hold the friggin...thing. The, uh--" His nerves blanked his mind.

Maru supplied, "The vial?" She held it out in his direction. "And, um, this would be a lot easier from the back of your hand. The blood flows there fairly well."

Sebastian glared at her. "Okay, yeah. That'll be easy to excuse. 'What, Demetrius? Why do I suddenly have this gash on the back of my hand? Oh, I had to fend Maru off because she's a hormonal, pregnant bitch.'"

Sebastian regretted his words the second he saw the look on Maru's face. The expression was gone long before his regret was.

"Your fingertip, then? Your thumb would probably work the best." Maru's voice had gone kind of dull. Sebastian almost flinched.

He nodded instead. "Alright. Fine." He moved the exact-o knife to his thumb and sliced it over the opening of the blood vial. It took a few minutes of carefully squeezing blood out of his thumb before they had enough.

As Maru screwed the top back on the vial, she stared downward. "Um...thanks."

Sebastian nodded, keeping his eyes off his sister while he wrapped a bandage around his thumb. "Uh huh," he said after a moment.

Maru was already up the stairs. She closed the door behind her.

"Alright," Sebastian muttered to himself, relaxing into his computer chair for a moment. Normally, somebody leaving his room brought a massive wave of relief. Normally. But something had changed.

He got up after a couple of seconds and walked quietly upstairs, his socked feet making no sound on the wooden floor as he paused outside the household laboratory. In the led-lit clinical-smelling room, Demetrius and Maru were talking.

"From what I can see," Demetrius said, "you're not pregnant." His joy was audible. It made Sebastian feel a little bit nauseous.

Maru replied, "I told you, dad. Can I go back to my workshop now?"

Obviously, Demetrius answered in the affirmative, because Maru walked out of the room a minute later. At the sight of her brother, she stopped dead in her tracks. A split second passed before she leaned in and hugged him tight. It was all the thanks she could manage to offer in the moment.

Sebastian's eyes widened and he almost was too late to hug her back. Almost.

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not a request, but, in your tags you mentioned your finger right, that its purple numb n sunken? im pretty sure thats some kind of infection, at the very least if it doesnt start to heal within a few days, or you start feeling worse + start getting more symptoms you should go get some medical help, i think. in the meantime id put some antiseptic on it. i really hope it gets better soon!

Yeah and (GROSS OUT AHEAD) I just squeezed a ton of pus out of it? It looks awful. I cut it with our bagel knife and my boss bandaged it really, really tight. It didn't hurt that much and I have a high pain tolerance but it kept me up until I took the bandage off. It's pretty friggin bad. Ech. It doesn't hurt much anymore but I'm worried about it. But really, what's the worst that could happen? I lose a finger 🤷‍♂️

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Hi im love u and hope u rest up soon!!! 💟💟💟💟💟💟⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🎆🎉

Steal my whole dang heart why don't you.........

You're star-anon until you protest otherwise

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Take this koalas and have a nice day 🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨

Thank you, koala-anon. Koalas seem very soft

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Hey I'm trying to make a Morris mod and was wondering if I could use some your headcannons in the mod if I give proper credit if/when it's finished? I'm so in love with Susie and I wanna give her a proper spotlight! (al-star/diet-joja-cola)

Go ahead!!!! I'd be proud to have my stuff out there like that :)

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Can you do a microfic about female farmer telling Alex, who she is in a serious relationship with (not married/enganged yet), that she can't have kids? Sorry if it's too dark or something, I'm not sure if you usually write this kind of thing. Thanks anyways, love your work

Well I love your ask anon ❤. Again, sorry these are taking so long. I should supposedly be off tomorrow, and then in the evening on Wednesday, but I won't make any promises because they have a habit of calling me in and getting me to stay extra. But I'm trying, guys. Thanks for your patience.

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"Well, our regional champions are down at the fifty yard line--" Oh, Yoba. "And when the, uh, the ref whistles, they can throw the ball and try to get a little further down--" Alex was going to die. That was it. He wasn't normally such a big drama queen, but he couldn't imagine returning to life before his farmer had brightened up his entire existence. Shit was so great with her around. He couldn't handle only looking forward to his ever-receding dream of sports stardom. The closest to his dream he got were times like this: curled up on the farmhouse couch, warm and cozy, the farmer wearing his jacket while he explained every play onscreen.

And he was about to lose it all.

Because she was totally about to break up with him, right? That's why she looked so nervous. He knew he couldn't blame her for wanting to break this off before it got any more serious than it already was. After all, what was he? A has-been jock? A nobody, still living with his grandparents. He couldn't blame her.

He realized his game commentary had slowed. "And, uh, my team's...up by...five...What's wrong? Just...tell me. But, you know, don't be too hard on me. Please."

The farmer looked at him in shock. "Really? Too...too hard on you? But..." She fiddled with the sleeves of her borrowed jacket and looked down at her lap. "I was scared you'd...be hard on me, I guess."

Okay, well, this struck him like a brick to the face. Oh, Yoba, she sounded so scared. Scared of what, though? "Be hard on you? For what? I actually thought you were gonna break up with me." He laughed nervously and tried to focus on the screen in front of them, like the game they were showing wasn't a recording from three seasons ago. "Are...are you? Gonna...break up with me, I mean. Are you?"

The farmer stared at him. "No. Alex, no, that's nowhere near what this is about. I just...I have something really important to tell you. I mean, I don't think you'll have a problem with it, but I'm so scared I'm wrong."

Alex grabbed the remote control and turned the tv off, then slipped his hands into the farmer's. "Hey, hey, hey. No. Dude." He squeezed her hands. "No. I'd never, ever have a problem with anything you did. Unless you said you don't like gridball. Then I'd definitely have to break up with you. Sorry." He reached up and pinched her cheek with a little smile. "Not sorry."

She placed her hand over his with a smile that wasn't quite there. "Alex, I...I can't have kids."

Alex went quiet for a moment out of sheer shock. It wasn't exactly the news itself that shocked him, but just how sudden and flat-out it had been. All he could say was, "...really?"

The farmer nodded and withdrew her hands from Alex's, eyes cast to the ground. "Yeah. I've been working with Doc Harvey about, you know, all the, uh, biological options, but it doesn't look like anything's going to work. Haley even offered to act as a surrogate when she overheard us talking."

Alex rubbed his hand over his eyes as the farmer spoke, and it took him a minute to get himself together. "I mean," he began, "as much as I like Haley and all, um, I'd actually wanna adopt." He glanced up at the farmer. "I mean, if you even wanted kids. Cuz, you know, Granny and Grandpa kind of adopted me, and I think it would be great to give some poor kid or two a chance, you know?" He paused. "If...if you wanted kids, I mean."

The farmer took a deep, shaky breath. "I was so scared you'd just call it quits after hearing that. It's happened before."

Alex scoffed. "You think I'd give up on you that easy? You can only hope, nerd." He gently punched her upper arm. "It doesn't really change all that much to me. Are you alright, though?" His concern was written plainly on his face.

She sniffled and leaned into his side with a smile. "I am now."

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I hope things calm down for you soon! Sending you love! 💕💕

I love you with every inch of my heart okay anon? Do you hear me? Do you read me? Do you read this? What language are you reading this in? English? Españiol? Français? Deutsche? What are you up to out there?

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protip: if u like a lot of the bachelor/ettes make multiple saves and Marry Them All (its also fun to make oc files!! to do stuff u wouldnt normally on a regular playthru or jus to make cute characters to go w bachelor/ettes u wouldnt usually romance :3c)

@yoonriise hey you!!! Take this tip and run with it!!!!!!! Be joyful!!!! Marry everyone!!!!!!