“Dunno,” Sam says. You hear the hoarse suction of phlegm tunneling down his throat. A flash of concern shines in his watery eyes. “You should find him.”
It isn’t unlike Sebastian to wander off to do his own thing—but this time it feels different—and a forceful barrel of worry thrusts itself into the pit of your stomach.
“I’m sorry, I thought the allergy medicine would help. I didn’t know it was this bad, Sam.”
“It’s ok,” he says, and succumbs to a fit of sneezes akin to the intensity and vibrations of a shotgun firing multiple rounds. You stare out at the festival’s jumble of saturated greens and oranges playing accessory to dainty pastels, and it reminds you of a winter star tree decorated with mismatched colors. While balancing on your toes, you hope to spot an inky blot of black hair.
“Are you going to be alright, Sam?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for dancing with me.” Before disappearing into the crowd, you offer him a sympathetic smile.
A current of roaring music and cheerful voices floods your ears as you walk past a copse of shoulders and search for Sebastian. But you can’t find him. You notice a stretch of carnival-colored flags sent into a frenzy by a gust of wind. Behind the flags is a path to the forest. You give the dirt path a nervous glance but walk over to it and step past the rope holding the flags back from being pitched into the sky.
You walk across the soft forest floor, and the sounds of celebration drop behind the coniferous trees like a shadow. When the scent of Sebastian’s favorite cigarettes cling to the air, you follow the smell like a beacon to a small clearing where Sebastian’s powder blue blazer (the shade of which he once called suffocating) sags on a low hanging branch. He is crouched next to his blazer, and tucked between his fingers is a cherry-tipped cigarette. The sleeves of his white button up have been pushed up to his elbows. You trace the winding veins across his forearms before lifting your gaze to his.
Unblinking, he stares at you. He lifts the cigarette to his lips; then, smoke creeps from his mouth like fog eddying above a lake on a cold morning. His eyes are as deep and dark as a cave in the distance. You move toward him.
“What are you doing here?” he says.
You crouch down in front of him to glide your fingertips across a blade of jet-black hair cutting through his right eye. Gently, you tuck it away from his line of sight.
“Looking for you.” His gaze softens for a moment, only to harden in the next. He jerks away from you and stands. You straighten your legs to stand beside him. “What’s wrong?” The edges of his mouth twitch as you speak.
“Did you have fun dancing with Sam?” He drops his cigarette on the ground and extinguishes the glowing tip with the toe of his shoe.
“Er—sure?” A sudden realization staggers you like a dagger to the heart. “You’re not jealous, are you?” He blanches, and you bite your bottom lip to suppress a sly smile when he shrugs. “Good, because I’m here to invite you to mine and Sam’s wedding.”
“Hah-hah.”
“You told me you hated the flower dance,” you say. He scowls. “You told me it was this town’s futile attempt to bring meaning to everyone’s otherwise empty lives.”
“It is.” He steps closer to you. Pine needles crunch under his shoes, and you smell their sweet earthy scent. “But maybe it wouldn’t be so meaningless if I were dancing with you.” He’s close enough you can feel his body heat. He touches your arm, and you look up to see him smiling at you with an impish curve of his lips. Heat bunches in your cheeks.
“If I knew that, I would have asked you instead of Sam.”
“Now that you know?” He leans his face close to yours. His eyes are an endless black pool your thoughts are drowning in while the distant jovial chords from the flower dance whisper past the trees. You take a deep breath to gather your courage before wrapping your arms around his neck. His smile beams with a warmth that sweeps through your body.
“Will you dance with me?”
“Yes.” He caresses your waist, and the two of you sway to the faint pounding music.
Elliott
“I feel horrible about all of this,” Harvey says. “Just horrible.”
“It’s only for fun,” you say. Harvey tugs at the white button sewn to his blazer. The button falls off; he cradles it in his palm and sighs. His muddled brow at odds with the vibrant spring festival. “Do your best.” His big brown eyes are glazed with a veil of desperation. He stuffs the button in his pocket.
“It may help to dance with someone who understands my situation.” You glance a few feet away at Elliott’s blazing red hair. He’s talking to Leah—and as if he expected you to be seeking him out—Elliott turns to you and winks. “Please,” Harvey pleads. His misty eyes overwhelm you with pity. Elliott turns away to respond to something Leah has said.
“Yes.” You give Harvey’s hand a reassuring squeeze and tell yourself Elliott will understand. After all, these events are about community.
Just then, Lewis shouts. It’s time for the dance to begin.
“Shall we?” Harvey offers you his arm, but you hesitate.
“Darling?” Elliott steps in front of you. His eyes teeter from Harvey to you. “Can I speak to you for a moment?” The alarm in his voice pains you.
“Of course,” you say. Elliott covers your shoulders with his arm and guides you away from Harvey.
“What’s going on?” he whispers while staring directly at you. His green eyes gleam like a window being pierced by sunlight. You wring your hands. It’s difficult to think when breathing in the heady scent of his bergamot and sage cologne. Fuzzy static dominates your thoughts while you stare at an indentation pressing down on his bouncy bottom lip. In an attempt to clear your head, you peer away from him, but Elliott trails his fingers across your jawline and turns your attention back to him. His glittering eyes beseech you.
“He’s really nervous about dancing, so he asked me if I could help him.” The sharpness of Elliott’s posture dulls, and a deep smile cuts across his face.
“I admit, I don’t like this arrangement.” He succumbs to a thoughtful pause and lifts his arm from your shoulders. While scanning the crowd he grasps your hand to twine his fingers with yours. “I would suffer an anxiety greater than Harvey’s if you were to dance with anyone else,” he tells you and takes a step forward. You follow his lead.
“Maru!”
“Elliott!” Maru giggles at the urgency in his voice.
“Do you by chance have a partner to dance with?”
“Nope.”
“How serendipitous because Harvey is looking for a partner.” With a wave of his hand, Elliott beckons Harvey. “Harvey! Come dance with Maru.” Harvey pads over to the group and opens his mouth to presumably protest but shuts it when Maru’s beaming face hits him. Elliott squeezes your hand and whispers to you, “Maru is a nurse, so she understands Harvey’s condition better than anyone.”
It’s time for the dance, so you line up to perform the traditional flower dance with Elliott. But when the music starts, he pulls you close to him. He presses one hand against the small of your back while the other ties his fingers and yours in a secure knot. He touches your cheek with his.
“You are the only cure to my suffering,” Elliott tells you. The heat behind his words melts your bodies together.
The two of you continue dancing when the music stops.
contains ; suggestive. mostly nsfw, not too bad. established relationship — marriage. short drabble. afab!reader. harvey on the mind like always. literally no plot lol.
note ; it’s my birthday so i’m allowed to post another drabble about kissing harvey.
harvey loves a good makeout session.
it’s something about harvey you probably wouldn’t have guessed. he sure as hell didn’t tell you either, you’ve just been with him long enough to find out the truth.
he’s always a sucker for a kiss. chaste, sweet ones when you’re halfway out the door saying a quick goodbye. tiny pecks on the cheek before rolling out of bed in the morning. and then the longing ones, when it starts off simple but the minute he goes to pull away you lean up to follow, deepening the kiss while one hand gently tugs on his tie to bring him back down as the other squeezes his bicep. you pair it with a thoughtful hum, almost like tasting something savory.
he ends up a little winded after that. it catches him off guard, even though it’s within routine for you.
there’s something so rewarding about the luxury of waiting at home for his daring wife. home cooked meal resting in the oven while he sits on the couch with a book until you finally swing through the front door.
before he can even voice a greeting, you’re sliding yourself over his lap with your mouth shushing him of his words. it’s an instinct how his hands slot to your waist, palms inching to touch your bare skin underneath your shirt like a moth to a flame. his book flies forgotten onto the cushion next to you.
you slightly arch into him, hands on his shoulders to support yourself until eventually his brunette strands become a stress reliever that your fingers rope through.
all the while you languidly roll your hips against his, deepening the sloppy kiss by the second after pulling an elicit groan from the back of his throat. tilting your head, your tongue knows how to find his, your fingertips slide to scratch the back of his scalp and graze the stubble along his jaw.
maybe sometimes he thinks he’s getting a bit too old for dry humping on your living room couch—but that never crosses his mind once you’re in the middle of it.
there’s hints of your perfume muffled under a layer of grass and dirt, a scent he’s become overly fond of in the last few years.
you press your chest against his, allowing his hand to become reacquainted. despite the air of confusion he’s masking the best he can at the moment, he’s not entirely lost. this isn’t the first time you’ve come home like this, neither will it be the last. it’s hard not to act this way when you know what’s waiting for you at home.
you suck up every last bit of his breath until several seconds feel like hours before you pull away. he does exactly what you would, chasing after your fleeting touch until he’s forced to part with a frown.
“oh my god,” you sigh, rubbing your thumb across his cheek with a look of what seems to be genuine sadness.
“what, honey?” he asks with honest curiosity, his soft eyes similar to a pleading puppy.
A/N: trying out a new format, so lemme know what you think! Idk if this'll become a regular thing, but I like the way this looks lol. It's so fancy. Also, I got some requests for sdv on my other blog, so I'm posting it here and combining all the requests into one lol
ꜱᴇʙᴀꜱᴛɪᴀɴ:
out of all the bachelors (that I write for), I think he would take the longest time to warm up to
if you become friends with Sam or Abigail first, it'll definitely help him warm up to you faster
after y'all finally start dating (you probs had to ask him), he's still pretty shy around you
he doesn't have a lot of dating experience (if any at all), so he's very unsure of how to go about things
after getting to know each other more though, he finally starts to relax more around you
in general, I think homeboy is very reserved
so, I think when it comes to initiating physical touch, telling you what's wrong, etc etc, it can take him a long time to actually get around to doing those things
you always reassure him through everything though and make sure he knows that you're there to support, learn, and grow with him no matter what :)
after like a year of dating, y'all are basically perfect
you know the in's and out's of the other person
homeboy is a BIG cuddler
I think the way he shows physical affection is probably quality time
I can just see him wanting to share your space, even if you two aren't necessarily doing anything together
Like, just do your own thing while he games, or come join him!
when you two live together, I think things are kinda bumpy at first as you adjust to having someone else in your space all the time
probs leads to a few arguments, but nothing some good ol communication can't fix
when it comes to going to bed, homie stays up rather late, so if you don't, you banish him to the abyss (the living room) if he needs to do something with light or sound (if that'll keep you up, that is)
if you're also a night owl, you two are two peas in a pod
y'all will curl up and watch a movie, talk, play games, you name it
nighttime is always his fav time to spend with you bc you aren't busy doing farm work
I think his fav cuddling position is spooning, but where you spoon him 🥺 he just wants to be held man 🥺
ꜱᴀᴍ:
falls in love with you SO FAST
dude was smitten with you as soon as he saw you tbh
he's just such a simpy loverboy, he ca't help himself
gives you gifts probs just as much as you give him gifts
matter of fact, that's probs his love language right there
OMG loves writing short lil verses for you 🥺 (definitely is WAY too shy to read or preform them to you at first, but maybe once you two start dating he shows them to you and you literally SWOON)
probs asks you out at least three times a week and you always think it's a joke (aww and maybe at one point he stops asking and you're kinda bummed cause you thought it was really cute but when you mention it to Abigail or Sebastian they're like ??? he wasn't kidding and you're like GHOSRIGHR SAM BABE PLS COME BACK omg the potential angst I'm-)
when you two are officially together, he is not quiet about it
bro basically makes a public announcement that y'all are madly in love (he's so embarrassing pls)
even before you started dating, he's very touchy with you
in general, I think he's a touchy kinda guy, but especially with you
always has his hands on you, always wants you close to him, always always always
similar to Sebastian, I think he's also a night owl, so if you are too, he's just like :) let's! watch! a! bunch! of! movies! :) (and then falls asleep during like the second one lmao)
also a big gamer, so he'd piss himself if you offer to game with him
fav cuddling position is probs spooning where he gets to hold you as close to him as he likes :) (which is as close as humanly possible)
ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛᴛ:
I think Elliott is super polite and friendly to you, but nothing more
so, it's you pursuing him, I think
he probs doesn't even realize that you're flirting with him and trying to rizz him up for the longest time LMAO
he's always very flattered and honestly a little flustered anytime you give him gifts, compliment him, etc.
will die ON THE SPOT if you write a poem for him (even if it's bad. it's the thought that counts <3)
when he starts to take romantic interest in you, expect a LOT of poems, actually
in general, anytime he speaks to you it's all very flowery and beautiful (and sometimes you don't even really know what he's saying bc it'll be old english, but you know it's romantic nonetheless)
"Thou art wise as thou art beautiful." and "Mine eye is enthrallèd to thy shape." and the probs the most romantic one by far that he said once you two started officially dating, "You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read."
treats you like royalty, on god
he's such a hopeless romantic, so he does the whole nine yards of flowers, candies, poems, love letters/notes, thoughtful gifts, you name it
he's enraptured by you and wants you by his side for all eternity
in general, I think his love language is probably words of affirmation
he tends to go on poetic tangents about your beauty (and just you in general) quite often
he's a simp, your honor
as for sleepy time, I think he's an old man that goes to bed at the latest 10 pm and wakes up earliest 7 am. This, of course, is if he isn't struck by creative genius and has to write until 6 am to get everything he needs out
awe, it's cute because if you're out and about trying to finish some farming stuff, by like 2 am he's waking up bc he's like :( where are you :( the bed is cold :(( come back :((( and is all worried about you bc "it's late." But the second he does it and you're like babe wha- he's like "No talk. Must write." and that's the end of the conversation LMAO
fav position to cuddle is the one where he's laying on his back and you're on your side with your head on his chest/shoulder/neck. He LOVES LOVES LOVES rubbing your back and/or playing with your hair as y'all fall asleep
ᴀʟᴇx:
is not shy about how he feels about you
compliments you EVERY SINGLE TIME he sees you without fail
he loves how flustered you get when he does it
is definitely the type to be able to dish it out but can't take it
WILL turn into a tomato ON SIGHT if you compliment his muscles or tell him he looks strong
he probs asks you out on a date rather shortly after meeting you and does his best to rizz you up
I think in his head he's this big, tough, macho guy with these big muscles and words made of satin, but in reality I think that while he is strong, he's such a dork (in the best way possible)
like, on your first date, he's probs like "yeah ima charm the pants off of them!" and then he sees you and literally can't stop stuttering and tripping over his own words because of how beautiful you are
bro is COMMITTED to you after that first date though
he's always asking to hang out to the point he even offers to help you out on the farm (which he ends up loving because he likes doing all the heavy lifting stuff, like moving bales of hay or chopped down trees)
bc of this, I think his love language is acts of service bc he knows that it's something he's good at
you need help around the farm? He's got you, babe. You need something from that top shelf? Easy, babe. Oh no! That one place is closing soon and you forgot to run that errand? He can get there in no time, babe. Had a long day and just need to relax? He's ready to give you a massage and run a bath for you. Whatever you need
he's definitely big on physical touch and I think his favorite way of greeting you is to sneak up behind you and hug you from behind
he loves feeling you jump in surprise before relaxing into him
I like to think he's on a very strict regime where he, of course, has to exercise and eat right, but I think he also is required to get at least eight hours of sleep every night
so, similar to Elliott, he's an old man and goes to bed early and wakes up early to start that daily grind 🤩💪
fav cuddling position is to have you lay on top of him, like full body just suffocating him
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Mother I crave a smidgen of Qi to scratch the itch on my especially wrinkly brain..
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I can't really write for the fic right now because I'm about to start the new semester and do the grad school application shuffle. Here are a few headcanons to tide you over, though, my child.
Qi has extensive knowledge of the valley and surrounding areas. As such, when he’s dating you, he acts almost like the wiki does for the actual players. He’ll give you advice and random facts, such as which fish has the most valuable aged roe and what fruit is best for turning into wine.
While Qi’s surveillance is practically non-stop once you get to the valley, he also kept loose tabs on you while you were working at Joja so he would know when you finally came to the valley. He told your grandpa that he would make sure you were alright.
Speaking of Qi’s surveillance, after honorably making your way to level 100 of the Skull Cavern, he feels he doesn’t need to keep as close of an eye on you for integrity’s sake. Instead, he watches you because he’s grown fond and attached. Plus, he wants to make sure you’re safe and happy.
Qi doesn’t sleep much and only really sleeps when he needs to. He doesn’t sleep in front of somebody unless he feels like he absolutely needs to. Of course, you’re the exception. He feels secure and like he can let his guard down around you. You help him feel secure and happy, so he can’t help if he dozes around you every so often.
Qi isn’t one for public displays of affection. He feels he has to maintain an air of mystery and professionalism in front of people. Once the two of you are alone, however, he gives you hugs and kisses to your heart’s content. If you give him a little pout, he’ll absolutely cave and hold your hand around town, though.
Qi is unendingly tender with you. For being as intimidating as he was in the beginning, you’ve found he’s actually quite soft and loving. He lets you know how much he loves you at every opportunity he can with his actions and gestures. You know you could’ve gotten on his bad side by going with Joja’s agenda and taking shortcuts, but you feel lucky to have earned his favor by just doing what felt right.
Hi! It's me and my Stardew Valley headcanons again.
Today on the menu for you we have: Haley is not deep in the closet. In fact, she knew she was a lesbian from a very young age and has never hidden it. It's just that because of her looks and demeanor, everyone assumes she is just your typical looks-obssesed-no-personality-boy-crazy mean girl and because she is not close with many people and is picky about those she brings home, she never had a reason to talk about it. More so, she probably doesn't even know that people in the Pelican Town perceive her as straight because she simply doesn't care. Like if anyone ever mentioned something about her attraction to men, she would just give them the most confused wtf look because what are these lunatics even talking about?? What men???
The only people who know are her family and Alex, but not because she explicitly came out to them. In her mind, it's something so normal and natural that she never felt the need to announce it. She just mentioned her crushes and girlfriends around those people because why not? They were probably just talking about that or someone asked her about her love life and she just shared.
Don't get me wrong, I love the "Good luck, baby" moment. It literally got me into Stardew (and Chappell Roan) but sometimes it really feels like the only acceptable headcanon about her. Plus, I like to think of Haley as someone who is very confident in who she is.
⏖ sorry for the short, and late post, im busy with school :(
Elliott is often the big spoon.
He loves how your form would mold against the hard planes of his chest.
He’d gently push your face snug against him, and wrap his strong arms around your waist while tracing lazy circles on your back.
He’d do this until you’d fall asleep.
And when you’d wake up, you’ll feel the bright morning sun kiss your skin along with Elliott’s soft lips peppering your neck.
It was sweet hearing his sultry, deep voice whisper into your ears.
“Good morning,” is the first words that enter your ears.
Elliott always wakes up before you.
He’ll prepare you a wooden tray on your bed breakfast, your favourite tea or coffee, and a sweet kiss on your cheek.
Sometimes you two would prepare breakfast together.
Those times were fun, and comforting.
He’ll make your usual bacon, and eggs, and position them into a smile—the sunny side ups made as the eyes, and the bacon curved into a crisp, lop-sided smile.
But if the both of you decide it’s a lazy morning, he’d push you against the mattress, and insist you shouldn’t leave him in this lonely, big bed.
Lazy mornings for Elliott is when he’s too tired, and groggy to get up, and make breakfast.
He wants to stay, and be with you under the sheets.
Maybe he’ll be willing to share a heated kiss with you beneath the covers.
He’ll intertwine his hands with yours, and kiss you until you’re breathless, and panting for more.
His sleepy kisses are slow, but pleasurable.
It’s like you were already having breakfast.
Your cheeks would burn, and your heart will flutter from abashment when he pulls away from the kiss just to tell you a recited poem.
