— stardew valley characters reacting to you asking them to be your partner.
req: The bachelor(ettes) heard that the farmer had just brought a bouquet, and they’re a little jealous, thinking it’s for someone else. At the end of the day, the farmer appears holding the flowers to their face and asks them to be their partner 🤭
Sebastian
He hears it from Sam, half-murmured, half joking: “the farmer bought a bouquet today.” and he pretends not to care; keeps staring at the screen, watching the code scroll by without actually doing anything. he swallows hard and stays silent. Sam asks what he thinks about it, but he just shrugs. his heart is racing and he feels a mix of sadness and anger at himself for not having spoken up sooner about what he felt. the ache lingers all afternoon; stupid thoughts cross his mind while he uselessly tries to get back to work.
that night, you look for him everywhere but can’t find him. when you reach the dock, you see him smoking while staring out at the sea. you approach as quietly as possible, the bouquet hidden behind your back. he hears your footsteps and turns around; he meets your eyes and feels a pang in his chest, but when he notices the flowers behind your back, his face twists in confusion. you extend the bouquet toward him and gently ask if he would like to be your partner. he freezes. then laughs, breathless, stunned.
“god, yes… i thought i had lost you before i even had you.”
Sam
he spirals instantly. a bouquet? for who? someone from town? some mysterious ex? he gets confused and anxious. he plays louder than usual, misses a note, sighs deeply, annoyed at himself. he tries new tricks on his skateboard but can’t focus enough and falls two, three times. by sunset, he’s staring down the path to the farm, thinking about going to you and confessing everything at once. but he knows now it’s too late.
when you finally appear, the flowers shyly held in front of your face, he smiles automatically—until you ask him out. for a second, he just blinks. then: the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.
“wait… me? you mean me?” “yes! who else, silly?” you say, playful. he hugs you so tightly the bouquet almost gets crushed.
Shane
he hears about it at the Saloon and feels a chill in his stomach. he thinks it’s a lie, but in a small town like this, it can’t really be a lie; people see everything and talk about everything. he takes another gulp of his beer and tells himself he doesn’t care. you deserve someone better anyway. but still, he’s quieter than usual, nursing his drink, staring at nothing.
he’s the last to leave the Saloon because he knows that the moment he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, he’ll fall apart. however, when you find him outside, in the cool, soft night air, he freezes, staring at you. you, embarrassed, step closer and offer him the flowers—and your heart.
his voice falters. “…are you sure?”
when you nod, he hugs you tightly, squeezing his eyes shut to hide the tears.
Harvey
he hears it from Vincent when Jodi brings him to the clinic. he thinks it’s just a child’s joke, but when Jodi, in a tone more certain than questioning, asks if he knew about it, he freezes for half a second. “no… i didn’t know,” his voice is low and he forces a gentle smile. a bouquet. bought today. he spends the rest of the day distracted, his heart racing for reasons he refuses to name.
when you show up at the clinic after hours, the flowers trembling slightly in your hands, he assumes he misunderstood—until you ask him. his eyes soften immediately.
“oh,” he whispers, smiling as if the world had just settled back into place. “my dear… i was so afraid i had imagined what we had.”
Elliot
he notices immediately. the empty flower stand at Pierre’s shop. the whispered rumors. he convinces himself this is the natural order of things: beauty chooses beauty. still, the sea feels lonelier that night; his heart races, aching as he stares at the horizon.
when you approach him on the beach, the bouquet raised like an offering, he goes completely still. when you confess nervously, he takes your hand reverently.
“my love,” he says softly, “you’ve written yourself into my life..”
Emily
she hears Gus and Pam talking about it at the Saloon that night. she keeps working, but her smile no longer reaches her face; she feels a strange heaviness, like a thread pulled too tight. there’s a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
when you arrive, the flowers glowing between your fingers, she sighs with joy the moment you ask. she laughs, claps once, and hugs you.
“i knew it!” she says fondly. “but it still feels magical.”
Haley
she hears and pretends she doesn’t care—but she does. much more than she’d like to admit. all day she’s distracted, strangely quiet, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. when you show up at her house, the bouquet partially hiding your nervous smile, she almost scoffs—until you ask, and her expression completely softens.
“oh,” she says, breath caught in her throat. “i thought… never mind.” instead, she cups your face with both hands and smiles brightly before pulling you into a delicate kiss.
Penny
it breaks her heart quietly. she tells herself you deserve to be happy, even if it isn’t with her. she spends the afternoon reading, but can’t focus on a single page. when you approach her by the riverbank, the flowers carefully raised, she looks up, surprised. you take a deep breath before confessing; when you ask her to be your partner, her eyes fill with tears.
“i was so afraid to hope,” she admits, her voice trembling as she stands. she holds the bouquet as if it were something precious and hugs you tightly, happy tears rolling down her cheeks.
Leah
she hears and feels a sense of loss even before it’s confirmed. she tells herself it’s fine, you never really had anything. still, it hurts. when you arrive at her cabin, she opens the door and looks at you in complete shock; you with the bouquet raised like a question, she sighs softly. you look at her with shining eyes and she smiles, slow and genuine.
“i almost let myself believe i’d lost my chance,” she says. then she kisses you, a firm, certain kiss, as if choosing you too.
