— stardew valley characters with an s/o who feels out of place at a formal event.
req: […] would you be able to write the SDV bachelors with a nervous reader who’s attending an event (a graduation or a dance perhaps) for the first time and is feeling out of their depth about having to wear flattering or elegant clothes and heels?
Sebastian
sebastian didn’t know you could get more beautiful. he loves all your versions, but seeing you for the first time in different clothes made him fall even more in love. he compliments you, admires you, tries to take pictures of you, but he’s quick to notice your discomfort; the way you keep adjusting your sleeves, your posture, how you seem to make yourself smaller. he leans in a little closer, his voice low so no one else can hear: “you don’t look uncomfortable… you are uncomfortable.” you let out a small sigh, embarrassed and wishing you could leave. but he takes your hand and squeezes it gently, his thumb brushing over the back of it.
“you don’t have to be anyone but yourself here, you know?” then, after a second, more softly; “i like you better the way you are.” throughout the event, he stays present the entire time, as if anchoring you to the moment and to yourself. his touch is intentional and gentle, his gaze careful and attentive. and later, when the crowd becomes too much, he quietly leads you outside for some air, without making it a big deal.
Sam
sam’s eyes light up the moment he sees you. he can’t hide his admiration even if he tried.
“wow, you look amazing!” it’s immediate, genuine, without hesitation. but he quickly notices your reactions and how you move restlessly. he asks what’s wrong and you admit, a little shyly, that you feel out of place. he smiles, giving you a light nudge: “everyone here is trying way too hard. you’re the only one being authentic.” and throughout the event, he jokes around, teases, touches you gently and leads you to quieter spots; always trying to make you laugh and feel comfortable because his goal is to make everything fun, not stressful. he wants you to remember this moment with love and tenderness.
Shane
he notices your discomfort before anything else because he knows exactly how you feel, he’s been there too. “you hate this, don’t you?” you let out a small laugh, “…a little.” he nods, as if that confirms everything. he kisses your cheek and takes your hand, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you; he’s mesmerized by your beauty.
he stays a little closer than usual, not necessarily touching you, but present, as if anchoring you. “you don’t have to impress anyone here,” he murmurs. “…you’re already great.” he stays by your side all night so you’re never alone and, the moment you say you want to leave, he doesn’t hesitate to take you home.
Harvey
harvey gets a little flustered when he sees you; cheeks pink, lips slightly parted as if he’s falling in love all over again. you look elegant, yes, but he notices the tension in your shoulders more than anything else; his expression quickly shifts to concern. “are your shoes uncomfortable?” he asks gently. you blink, surprised. “…a little.” he nods, thoughtful. “would you like to sit for a bit? or step outside?”
he’s very attentive: offering water, making sure you’re not overwhelmed, asking how you’re feeling without being obvious and, finally, very softly: “you don’t have to change anything about yourself to belong here. i hope you never forget that.”
Elliott
elliott looks at you as if you were a painting. “you are extraordinary,” he says, almost immediately. but then he notices the hesitation in your movements; the slight stiffness, the fear and anxiety on your face. his expression softens. “this isn’t your usual world, is it?” you shake your head slightly. he offers his arm. “then let me guide you through it.” he stays close, leading you through conversations, subtly including you so you never feel out of place. and later, more softly, “elegance isn’t in the clothes. it’s in you.”
Emily
emily would definitely help you choose your outfit and she’d be so excited that you can’t bring yourself to tell her you wouldn’t feel comfortable, so you just let her guide you through her world. and in the end, she lights up when she sees you. “oh my god! you’re glowing!” but she also notices your energy instantly. “no, wait… you’re nervous.” you nod slightly. she takes your hands gently. “okay, listen, your clothes aren’t wearing you. you’re wearing the clothes.” she adjusts something small, your sleeve, your posture, not to change you, but to help you feel more like yourself inside. “there,” she smiles. and suddenly, it feels a little easier to breathe.
Haley
haley notices everything; your outfit, your shoes, your accessories, and especially your hesitation. “…you’re not used to this, are you?” you shake your head. she sighs softly, thoughtful. then she steps closer and fixes something small in your hair and your collar. “there. you look good, really good.” it’s a quiet gesture, but sincere. and later, when someone looks at you for too long, she casually positions herself beside you as if to say: “this beautiful person is with me.” it’s a subtle kind of protection. in haley’s language, that’s care.
Penny
penny is impressed when she sees you, but she quickly notices your nervousness. “…are you alright?” she asks gently. you admit you feel a little lost. she smiles softly, “i understand, love.” she stays by your side, a quiet comfort. “we can stay together,” she suggests. “we don’t have to talk to anyone we don’t want to.” and when you relax, even just a little, she lights up. “see? you’re doing so well.”
Leah
leah smiles the moment she sees you. not because of the clothes, because it’s you. but she notices your posture and your hands nervously clasped together. “hey… this isn’t really your style, is it?” you shake your head, a little embarrassed. she nods, understanding. “that’s okay, dear, you don’t have to treat it like it is.” she stays close, talking to you normally, anchoring you in something familiar. “you don’t have to perform,” she adds softly. “just exist.” and somehow, that makes everything feel less intimidating.
Harvey: Breakfast in Bed. Harvey loves taking care of you, and he loves paying attention to very small details. All of this comes together when he makes you breakfast in bed. It's not something he does often, but if the stars align, you'll wake up to a cup of coffee on your bedstand. This means that Harvey is out doing the morning chores and that you're not supposed to move. That's okay, because it won't be long until he's back with a tray. Fresh orange juice, a pastry, eggs cooked just the way you like them, or anything else that means "perfect breakfast" to you. Napkin folded into a flower, a small bouquet in a tiny vase, lots of little touches that make it feel like more than just an ordinary breakfast. He'll bring a cup of coffee in and sit with you while you eat. From there, chances are good you'll spend the rest of the morning in bed together.
Shane: Surprise Gifts. Shane's a really, really observant guy, though it's not always obvious. But it's true! He's always watching, so he picks up on a lot of small things. This comes into play when he wants to do something special for you. He's not much for grand gestures, but he has a way of giving you gifts out of the blue. No, not just gifts. Perfect gifts. He stays up late scrolling through online shops to find the perfect t-shirt to replace the one you ripped last week. He messages collectors all over the world to find the exact replacement for a stuffed animal you lost when you were a child. He wanders out to the barn one day with a tool you didn't even know existed that solves an issue you've been having for months. You don't have to tell him what you need, you don't have to ask: he just knows, and it's his favorite way to show he cares.
Elliott: Writing Love Letters. What else would it be? Elliott has so many thoughts to share, and writing is the best tool he has to express them. He loves writing down all the little thoughts he has about you during the day, then slipping the paper beneath your pillow before you lie down. Small observations ("the bit of hay in your hair remind me of the tumbling branches of a willow tree"), reflections on what you mean to him ("even as I sit here alone, I feel you near me, your warm presence permeating to the deepest corners of my heart"). If you're apart for longer than a day, you can expect a full letter when you return. It never feels cheesy, it never grows old. It's just Elliott in his truest form, presenting his love for you in a way you can hold in your hands and revisit whenever you need to.
To them, there is nothing sexier than seeing you in their clothing. Hoodies, T-shirts, old sweatpants, no matter what article of clothing, it doesn't matter. They leave their clothing out purposely just for you to find.
Is it cold outside? Oh, look, their cozy hoodie is on the sofa. Did you not like the new laundry soap? Well, their favorite band t-shirt hasn't been washed yet. Do all of your pants feel itchy? They have plenty of sweatpants for you to wear.
And like a hawk, they study detail of you in their clothing.
You are not foolish. You feel their eyes on you. Sometimes, you slowly tug off a t-shirt just to make them squirm. Other times you ingore wearing their old clothing in favor of your new cloths just to see them pout.
Bachelors taking care of their exhausted bae after birth hcs 😮💨
Hi, thanks for the request! Hope you like it?
Bachelors Taking Care of Exhausted f!Reader after Giving Birth
💚🏈 Alex 🏈💚
He’d call Evelyn for help like “Granny, what should I do? How do I help?”
Will follow his grandmother’s advice and bring you herbal teas to help with sleep and fatigue. All sorts of old-timey at home remedies. Would also bring you flowers (he’s not sure how they help but Evelyn said it was a good idea)
If you needed a break, he’d drop the baby off at his grandparents for the day so that you could both get some much needed rest.
🧡📖 Elliott 📖🧡
He was there during the birth, putting a cold cloth on your forehead (he’d seen in Bridgerton so assumed that’s what the classic way to do it was - you decided not to ask, mainly because you were a bit busy).
After you’d given birth, he’d just sit there next to you while you slept, one hand holding yours and another letting your baby grasp onto his finger as they slept.
He would make sure you slept and were comfortable, trying to do his best to get up and look after the baby during the night.
🤍🩺 Harvey 🩺🤍
Just after you’ve given birth, Harvey would let you rest - knowing the amount of physical exertion that labour has on a body.
Would set you up with a regime of vitamins and supplements to help support you post-partum. “This one is for fatigue, this one is for iron, this one is for-”
Honestly he would help you so much. I can imagine him being super proud of you for giving birth and being such a good dad. He’d be pretty hands on from the get-go and would take it in turns with you to do the night waking up so that you could get the sleep that you needed.
💙🎸Sam 🎸💙
SO excited to have a baby but when he realises how tired you are straight after giving birth, he decides to hold in the excitement until you’re slightly more awake.
Sam is full of energy so it’s kinda infectious. He’d definitely liven you up with some jokes and make you belly laugh.
Would realise that you needed a lot of rest and since he has the energy anyway, would be more than happy to do night feeding into the foreseeable future. Actually a big fan of it because he likes to make your baby giggle and then go “sshhh you’ll wake your mother and I’ll get told off” but that’s all part of the game.
💜🎮Sebastian 🎮💜
Sebastian is a pretty low energy guy so he knows what it’s like to feel fatigued. He’d bring you coffee (he did check first that you can have this after birth dw) and a snack, then let you drift off while he held your baby.
He’d revert back to his nocturnal schedule so that you could rest during the night and he’d be up with the baby. Super considerate. Would definitely have a lil rocking chair in there with a baby mobile that had bats on.
Sebastian would make sure you were feeling okay and not too exhausted before his family came to meet the baby. He hates talking to people when he’s tired and he think you’re the most tired anyone has ever been.
🖤🐓Shane 🐓🖤
Would make sure you’re okay first then let you sleep straight after birth. He’d be pretty tired too as he’d have stayed up the whole time with you. Would definitely have a nap on the hospital chair.
Shane would make sure that he was as quiet as possible while you were having your naps or sleeping. He’d make sure he got up most of the time in the night, especially the first few weeks after you’d given birth.
He would enlist the help of Marnie if you were super tired, especially the first few days, so that you could rest as much as possible.
I. Would. LOVE. NSFW head cannons for Elliot (SDV) if you have the time!! 💕💕💕 I just romanced him for the first time and adore him.
MDNI 18+
thank you sm for the request!! I hope you like it!! loooove Elliott but only romanced him for the first time recently too so hopefully I got a good enough grasp on him!!! (´ ω `♡)
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Definitely a super ‘old-fashioned’ romantic type
He likes to light candles and scatter rose petals whenever he wants to make love to you
He never calls it sex or fucking, it’s ‘making love’ or ‘carnal pleasure’ or a myriad of other flowery euphemisms he comes up with
I imagine he often pours you a drink beforehand, wine or champagne (some nice homemade juice if you don’t drink alcohol), enough to make you feel nice and loose but never enough to impair your consent
Will always take time to admire your appearance, even while inside you, waxing lyrical about your beauty
Such a rambler! He is constantly talking to you during sex, praising you, admiring your beauty, telling how good you feel around him, how good you taste
(I feel like he would sometimes say something so poetic that he’d want to stop and quickly go write it down, but after you got annoyed with him the first time he did it, he decides pleasing you is more important than his writing)
Loves to tuck your hair behind your ear or push it from your face.
“Eyes on me, darling, show me all the pleasure you’re feeling,”
He’d totally be a missionary guy, but then I feel he’d also be up to try out some very out there positions if he comes across them in his reading
Finds you irresistible, always admiring and touching
So! Many! Erotic poems and letters! Like so many… seriously…
He would definitely send you a normal love letter and include an obscene line right at the end to mess with you
“All in all, I am looking forward to the upcoming Egg Festival! I cannot wait to bury myself between your immaculate thighs once more and feast until the sun rises in the east, your pleasure is my sole reason for being, the ultimate balm to my weary soul. Write back as soon as you can, my dear, I am dying to know how you have been!”
You are the muse for all of his works, he has mostly been writing erotic romance since the two of you began dating
If he’s trying to figure out how to write a scene, he will just get you to re-enact it with him… and then once again because he forgot that he was meant to be making mental notes the first time
He’s very passionate, often sweeping you off your feet with romantic gestures, suddenly overtaken with a ravenous need for you which may lead you to secluded corners or behind trees in the forest
Although he prefers to set up a romantic atmosphere, these 'rendezvous' are something he craves from time to time
Some nights he has you sit between his legs, his fingers buried inside you as he reads an erotic novel aloud over your shoulder, matching the movement of his fingers to the action in the novel
Definitely has such a sexy deep voice he puts on when he reads to you
Lots and lots of kissing! on your lips and butterfly kisses all over your body
Definitely loves it when you run your hands through his hair
Whispers sweet nothings to you in public
“I can’t help but remember how divine you looked beneath me last night,”
“I do so love it when you bite your lip, my darling,”
Would definitely love to see you in luxurious clothing or lingerie
A big fan of perfumes, always notices the moment you try a new one
A lovely scent on your skin could easily be enough to arouse him
He is all about beauty and sensuality and the experience of it all
The smells, the tastes, the sounds, the sights!
Definitely would love to listen to soft music while you make love
Or the sounds of the rain or the ocean while you are safely indoors and warm in each other’s embrace
Would enjoy tracing your body with a feather, caressing the curves and plains reverently
So much hyperbole and melodrama! You are a goddess, he would move the earth for you, no one has ever been so alluring as you! But he completely means every word
I saw you write for Stardew Valley and your requests are open. May I request a piece of your delicious writing in the flavour of Elliot X ftm!reader? Where reader is coming out to Elliot. I thinks reader would have internalised transphobia and moved out to the farm to become himself just like Elliot moved out there to live his dream.
It'll be like reader does things for the town but mostly is either in the mines or on his farm, occasionally joining in at the festivals.
Hurt/comfort type story or something completely fluffy. Have a good day/night <3
From,
Riddler
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫
pairings: elliott x ftm!reader
summary: the new farmer in the valley was a bit of a mystery to everyone. Including Elliott. But unlike the rest of the towns folk who kept their distance from you, he was determined to learn more about you.
a/n: the way you had me befriending Elliott as I'm playing through my modded farm is insane I went from having no heart with the guy to being able to have him as my bf 😭
You were always a bit of a mystery to Elliott.
When he first heard of a new farmer arriving in the Valley, Elliot pictured someone like Marnie. Someone he could share a few words with whenever he would bump into them. Someone, faintly smelling of dirt and whatever else their hands had to deal with that day.
But when you finally came to the Valley, you were nowhere to be seen. He even only found out that you're finally taking over the farm when he overheard Lewis talking with Marnie about you.
He tried finding out more about you; he even took a few days off to do so. Elliott tried catching you in town at first, but when he was unsuccessful in doing so, he tried talking to other residents to find out more about you.
But nobody really knew anything about you.
The older residents remembered your grandfather, but that's where the knowledge about you finished on their part.
Pierre called you a 'good customer' after telling Elliott about the hundred potato seeds you bought in your first week.
Marnie said you must have a good heart as she told him about the pet you took in after she found it.
Robin and Demetrius saw you coming in and out of the mines a few times, but you never stopped for long enough for them to get to know you.
He was about to give up on trying to find out more about you, thinking that maybe you were too self-absorbed due to your city background. But when the Luau came and he realised that you were just not used to the small-town life.
He watched you cautiously walk up to the pot and put in a hot pepper you probably grew on your farm. Then you stood awkwardly next to Marnie and Jas and watched the governor try the soup.
The first time Elliott got to speak to you properly was during one of his walks in the Cindersap Forest.
You were out gathering wood, putting the pieces you found into your backpack.
He came up to you before you could retreat back to your farm, knowing that he might not have another chance to meet you any time soon.
"Hey! You're the new farmer, right?" Elliott called out to catch your attention. "I saw you at the luau but didn't have the chance to introduce myself. I'm Elliott."
"Oh yeah," you nodded, introducing yourself.
"That's a lot of wood." He commented, staring at the pile of wood near your backpack. "You're planning on having Robin build you something?"
"Yeah, I want to have a coop on my farm," you explained, resuming your work.
"That's nice. "Are you planning on having ducks?" Elliott wondered, watching you stuff the wood into your backpack. How big was it that it managed to fit so much of it? "Their feathers are perfect for writing."
You only nodded as a reply, quickly leaving to catch Robin in her shop. Elliott had waved you goodbye and stood in his spot until you disappeared into the woods.
The next time he spotted you was at the end of summer, during the festival of the moonlight jellies. You two didn't talk much, but you didn't move when Elliott stood next to you as the boat floated away from the shore.
When Elliott stepped out of his cabin during one of fall's cold days, he spotted you by the shore with a rod in hand. He walks up to you to check if you caught anything interesting.
You hear him before he gets to do anything to catch your attention. You whip your head around and stare at him for a second with wide eyes.
Elliott is about to say something but stops himself when you start to frantically search through your backpack.
"I don't know if you can use it," you mumble, handing him a duck feather. "One of my ducks had dropped it and thought you'd want it."
"You remembered?" Elliott asked, staring at the feather in his hands.
"Yeah, uh," you shrugged, looking away. "I should get back to fishing; I need a tilapia for the Community Center."
With that you returned to your stop on the beach, casting the rod. Elliot, on the other hand, gave the feather to the small crab in his pocket for it to hold.
You two would bump into each other more after that. Sometimes he would join as you gathered wood and foraged in the forest; other times he would find you by the shore just to drag you into the saloon for a few drinks.
You were the first person he looked for during the annual fair. Elliot wondered what you had prepared for your Grange Display. Maybe he'd get to play a few games with you?
He found you by your display, putting things on it. They were different from what he expected of a farmer, so he asked about the products you decided on.
"Oh… I forgot about it until the morning," you admit shyly, putting the last object. "I had to... improvise."
"Well, yours is the best anyway," Elliott admitted, glancing at other displays. "In my opinion at least"
That seemed to make you feel better, so while the displays were being judged, you two played the fishing game, betting on who would be able to catch more.
Elliott didn't know that, but the closer you got to him, the more nervous you felt. You knew that getting close meant you'd have to tell him the embarrassing part of you. And nobody knew that part of you other than some of your family members. And the thought about Elliott knowing worried you more than the way you kept glancing towards the bouquets whenever you were at Pierre's.
The thought of keeping your distance had crossed your mind a few times, but Elliott always found ways of finding you. And you really didn't know how to say 'no' to him anymore.
The two of you were in the forest again, him helping you gather wood so Robin could upgrade your coop again.
Elliot was the one to lead the conversation, telling you how his book is coming along and the ideas he has for it.
"Yeah, I might slow down on the writing for a bit," he chuckled, helping you put on the backpack filled with wood. "I'm running out of ink, and it takes a while for the package to come from Zuzu City."
"I found some squid ink in the mines," you remembered, looking back at Elliot. "Do you want to try that?"
And without thinking about it much, you invited Elliott to your farm and later the house. You told him to feel at home while you searched through your chest for the ink. What you didn't remember, though, is that you carelessly left your testosterone out on the kitchen counter.
"Hey, farmer?" Elliott called out, trying to catch your attention. "You take testosterone?"
"What?!" You straighten yourself too fast and hit your head over the lid. No, where did you—"
"You know you can be honest with me, right?" He stopped you from finishing your excuse.
The silence fell onto the two of you, him standing next to your testosterone. You stare at him for a while, deciding if you should just lie about it.
"I'm trans," you sighed, looking down at your feet.
"That's cool." Elliott nodded, moving away from the counter. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that, and I totally get trying to keep it low; it's a small town and all."
"It's not the reason" you hesitated, wrapping your arms around you. "I just... know it's weird. Wrong. I should've stuck to what I was born as and not done all this bullshit."
"Bullshit?" Elliott scoffed, not believing you would consider any part of yourself as 'bullshit'. "Farmer, so many people are trans, and there's nothing wrong with them, and there isn't anything wrong with you."
You didn't reply, your eyes glued to the floor. In Elliott's eyes, you looked like you were ashamed of who you truly were.
"Listen, nothing will change between us," he reassured you, walking close enough so he could put a hand on your shoulder. "You're still my favourite farmer, even if you think something is wrong with you."
And then he decides he will help you realise that your identity is nothing to be ashamed of. And that there's nothing wrong with being yourself.
