Summary: Anon does a pretty good job of explaining what's going on!
Warning(s): Established Relationship with Elliot only (Kinda-ish? He and the Reader/Farmer are still dating), Teasing, Porn With Hints of Plot ngl, Shane being a hint sleazy but not to the point it's gross, Lots of Fuckboy energy here (Mostly with Shane, Alex, and Sam), Dom! Harvey,
Side Note(s): I've never written Harvey to be serious/dominant before, so to say that my eyes have lowkey been open after writing him this way is—interesting (Not that Im gonna stop with viewing him as a good boy though ofc <33)
Elliot
I have a feeling that he'd think that you were trying to joke with him when you first told him.
It's not that he doubts you per se, but— while he'd understand if you've never come with a partner, he'd think that you'd be able to cum from touching yourself at the very least!
However, despite his questions, he wouldn't come close to judging you for your inexperience.
In fact, a quiet part of him would get a kick out of it.
He'll be the first one, not just in terms of sex, but also in making you experience an orgasm. And he's determined to set a high standard from the beginning.
So let's set the scene—for horny brain's sake, I'll say that this all goes down on the fifth date. You and Elliot, after a drink or two, switch the conversation over to the topic of your and his past sex lives.
You're not shocked when Elliot states that he's had around two previous partners; just look at him!
But when you state that you've had a few partners but they've all ended around the time when you'd first become intimate with them, he gets curious and asks more questions.
A bunch of trying to skirt around the actual question later, and you finally reveal that you broke up with your exes due to you not being able to cum and your partners belittling you for it (Using the common insult of "your body is broken").
Aside from being silently pissed at your previous partners for making you feel as if you were less than for not being able to cum (Something that he thought spoke more about them rather than you). The new information only made him want to show you what a good partner could do in terms of making you orgasm.
So, after a few gentle words of consideration and praise later—
You find yourself lying belly-down on the beach while Elliot is slowly kissing down your back, each kiss laced with either a word of praise or a brief period where he'd raise his head to ask if you're still comfortable with what he's doing, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Elliot's lips graze your sex as he gently spreads your legs furhter apart.
And the feeling of lips kissing your still clothed sex, even going so far as to lewdly lick you through your clothes...that alone was enough to begin to make that familiar ball of pleasure begin to well up in the pit of your stomach as you could hardly stop yourself from wiggling a little in search of more of his touch.
As a quiet "Please" slips from your lips, Elliot decides to stop teasing you and tug down your shorts to reveal your pussy to him, his cock beginning to leak at the sight of your pussy already leaking its juices.
With how easy it was to wind you up, he wondered how your previous partners were unable to make you cum! You were so responsive, it was absolutely adorable! Long story short, after eating you out, slurping up your leaking juices from your pussy before even adding a finger in the mix. When you finally tasted your first orgasm...you were so addicted to that first feeling of relief that you couldn't help but ask for more.
Looking over your shoulder and nearly crying from how hard you were begging Elliot to give you another one!
And with how nicely you were begging for him— Elliot couldn't resist the urge to give you another with something bigger.
Sebastian
Will get super nervous all of a sudden.
Not exactly because of what you told him, but because he'll suddenly like you've put him under the spotlight.
While Sebastian's experienced an orgasm before (via his own hands), he's never made someone else cum! And the fact that you've told him this means that he'll strive to do his best to impress you!
So when the time to impress finally does come around, I feel like Sebastian would focus on fingering you for your first orgasm. Not just because he's noticed a few times how much you'd stare at his hands—
But also because he wants to be able to quickly tear himself away the moment that you say that you don't like something.
This would essentially be a case of two virgins trying to navigate one another tbh.
However...with how shockingly good he is at navigating your body, proving himself to be a quick study when it comes to finding your clit and adapting on the fly as to how much pressure he applies depending on your sounds.
You nearly had a mind to think he was lying when he said that he's never been with anyone else before you! The eye contact shared between the two of you was intense, so heavy that each breath you took felt like it was both too little and too much as filthy squelching noises emitted from your pussy.
And when Sebastian broke eye contact to look at your soaked cunt, to say that he was mesmerized by what he saw would be an understatement. The man was absolutely hooked; he whispered words of praise as well as silently swearing to himself that he was going to taste you. He never thought that pussy could look so good, his ministrations with his fingers becoming more and more precise as he tried to speed up your orgasm, placing a hand on your stomach to force you to endure every strain of pleasure that his fingers gave you until you came with a high-pitched squeal.
The feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching around his fingers made his cock jump inside his sweats, the imagination of what your pussy would feel like wrapped around him made the poor man whine to himself as he wished that he had encouraged you to cum on his dick instead!
But, he supposed that he could wait for later.
Sebastian was still hooked on the idea of having you cum in his mouth after all.
Sam
The happiest you'll ever see a man, PFF.
In the least weirdest way possible, I feel like Sam would be obsessed with the idea of being your first when it comes to giving you your first orgasm. (I'm talking fantasies of having the innocent new farmer all trained and molded perfectly for his cock, all within a few weeks of knowing you)
So, you being unaware of the pleasures of an orgasm is like a dream come true for him; he hardly cares about the fact that you've dated other people! He's certain that you won't even be able to remember their faces, much less their names, once you get a taste of how good it feels to cum around a cock that knows exactly where to press.
So, in true horny fashion for this section, I'll say that Sam's played the long game of befriending you and getting to know you.
Outside of his dirty crush for you, he genuinely admires you as a person and adores your personality; those two factors only heighten his feelings for you, and he can hardly resist the urge to lay all his feelings out on the table for you at this point! But, thankfully, he doesn't have to wait for long as...one day, the two of you are talking about the most random things when it comes to your past relationships.
A while of listening to you later, and you reveal that you've never cum with any of your partners.
His mind nearly short-circuits at the information.
Both from shock at the incompetence of your previous partners, but at the fact of how lucky he considered himself to be. Right then and there, he sees a window to confess his feelings as well as show you how good sex can feel when one of the participants isn't only concerned with their own pleasure.
"If you want, I can show you how good an orgasm feels."
The offer was so casual that you almost thought you had misheard the blonde, but when he lazily looked over at you without so much as a blush or look of hesitancy. You couldn't help but be curious about the offer!
No man looks so calm and collected and not know what they're doing, right? (Even though Sam was silently screaming from nervousness inside his head) Besides, Sam was kind of cute, so you wanted to see where this offer went.
Long story short, after Sam snuck you into his house late in the night— to say that he ruined you for any other person was a severe understatement. You didn't believe that you could even look at anyone else after this, with how good he was fucking you into the sheets!
The lewd noises of his heavy balls slapping against your pussy while your muffled moans were screamed into his sheets, the sound of Sam's heavy pants, as well as his confessions of his crush towards you...that unfamiliar growing ball of something made your toes curl and your eyes widen.
You could feel yourself getting wetter.
And Sam smirked at the way your pussy tightened around him, almost as if it were trying to choke the life out of his cock!
Your moans became hoarser and sparser as your cunt continued to clench and unclench around Sam's cock, the force of your orgasm a few seconds later making you let out a drawn-out scream into the sheets as Sam fucked you through your orgasm.
And as tempting as it was to pump you full of his cum...Sam decided to behave and pull out, stroking himself a few times before he came onto your ass with a choked-up groan. Had you known how good Sam would be with giving you an orgasm...you would've started dating him sooner!
Alex
Cocky as hell.
I've already headcanoned more than a few times that Alex has been with a couple of people before, so when you tell him that you've never cum before. He'll take that information in the sense of "Lol, that'll change by tonight."
And he really does mean tonight.
Whether y'all are friends-budding-into-lovers, established partners, friends with benefits etc. The moment you tell him this information, he's going to convince you to let him be the first one to give you a real, honest to god orgasm.
Bonus points if you follow up the confession with "Lol, I guess some people are just destined to never cum, am I right or am I right?"
And as much as I wanna headcanon Alex would make you cum on his fingers first before moving onto trying to give you his dick—
It's so much more fun to think that he'd immediately make you cum on his cock first <3.
All the while, he'd tell you, "How do you expect to be able to take my cock more easily in the future if you don't get some practice in now?"
"I promise, my dick kissing the deepest parts of your pussy will feel waayyyy better than my fingers, babe."
And it does, the first orgasm had you nearly passing out and seeing nirvana.
After wringing a couple more orgasms out of you, though, Alex both talking you through the intense pleasure as well as tease/encourage you to give him just one more orgasm— he'll finally let you rest and catch your breath.
But best believe, once you've caught your breath. It'll be time for another round!
After all, he didn't get to cum even once.
Harvey
This one was a bit hard to do ngl—
Mostly in the sense that— while Harvey knows how to make someone cum in the clinical sense. I feel like the way he'd go about it would be like a virgin truly seeing a sex part for the first time.
Like, yeah, he's examined plenty of patients, but having sex (especially with one of his patients—) with someone is a new area for him.
And to be frank? You'll be the one doing most of the teaching, even though you're the one who hasn't achieved an orgasm before (In a more realistic sense)
But in a non-realistic sense? Hear me out when I say that serious Harvey is actually buttering my gears rn.
Like, walk with me here— you finally come to terms that you're broken, you can't orgasm, and hell, you can't even get wet! You've tried to watch porn, read a couple of erotica novels here and there, or even tried to find a fling (which fails spectacularly).
And all of it hasn't gotten you anywhere!
Thus, you work up the courage to go to Harvey, trying to hype yourself up and come up with an entrance line to explain your situation without fumbling over your words.
Harvey expects this to be a routine case of patching you up after you've gone to the mines, but...imagine his shock when you flat-out tell him that you can't orgasm, much less get wet.
The proper thing for him to do would be to assure you that you're not broken and that you simply need to seek out different avenues that are both comfortable for your body as well as arouse your brain. But—he's harbored a crush on you for a while now, and has long convinced himself that a doctor/patient relationship isn't that bad so long as you return his feelings, right?
Thus, he guides you to lie on the bed and spread your legs. Hardly after a minute of teasing you through your underwear, you're already beginning to leak so much that you create a dark spot in the center! "Broken, hilarious," Harvey thinks to himself as he pulls your underwear to the side to begin touching you directly, listening to your soft moans and whines intently to ensure that you're still comfortable with his touch.
A few more gentle touches to your clit as he constantly talks to you through the pleasure, telling you exactly what he's doing and how wet you're getting because of it, you cum with a shuddery moan, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from how good it feels to finally have relief.
Harvey doesn't tell you about his feelings right then and there.
He sends you off with a professional smile, all the while trying to ignore the ache in his pants as he watches you get onto your shaky legs and walk off.
You quickly return a few days later after realizing that your own touch doesn't compare to his
Shane
Kinda similar to Alex in a way? But I can see him being on more sleazy fuckboy timing depending on the status of your relationship with Shane when you tell him.
If you're in a committed relationship by this point, then I can see him being sweet and taking things slow with you. He'll finger you and make you orgasm once or twice on his fingers before moving on to eating you out and making you orgasm again on his tongue (Whether or not he makes you cum on his cock depends on how tired you are tbh, he knows how to jerk off in the shower)
Now, if you're closer to a friends-with-benefits relationship with Shane—
I feel like he'd be the type of guy to try and mold you to the perfect fucktoy for him (He already planned on doing it tbh, but the fact you've never had an orgasm with any other partner? He sees it as the perfect opportunity for you to make you addicted to him)
A bit of rough fingering here.
A bit of eating you out until your legs are numb over there—
He can't help but tease you when you're shaking from the amount of orgasms he's managed to get out of you!
"I've barely gotten started, and you're already shaking? Don't worry, I'll make sure to train that stamina of yours, too, while we're at it~"
"If you're cryin' from me eating you out, then I wonder how you'll sound on my cock."
And he couldn't have been closer to the truth of his words when he speared you on his dick, fucking you almost like he hated you as you came so hard on his cock to the point you squirted.
Although the goal of helping you experience what an orgasm felt like was to make you addicted to him.
After seeing you squirt on his dick and still beg for him to give you more? It was easy for Shane to admit to himself that he was the one getting addicted to you.
And he's more than happy to help you further solidify in your head exactly whose responsible for giving you so many orgasms!
Will randomly just pick you up and carry you over his shoulder.
Calls you nicknames like short stack and hot stuff.
If he's feeling like a dick that day, he'll hold stuff above your head and not let you have it till you give him a kiss. 😭
He loves the size difference in bed too, his dick is already big, but to you it feels even bigger.
Puts you in missionary to watch his cock slide in and out of you.
Or cowgirl so he can watch you struggle to fuck yourself on his huge dick.
His favorite position would be picking you up and pounding you against the wall though. He's a show off, and what better way to show off his strength than in bed.
Elliot - 6'2
He thinks it's adorable.
Sometimes he purposely store things where you can't reach just so you have to ask for help. (He likes feeling wanted and useful <3)
Calls you his "Little Minx".
Sitting in his lap while he tries to play the piano will have him soo flustered.
Loves to see how big his dick looks next to you, he'll rest it on your pussy or face, finding it impressive that you can even fit him inside.
He likes to get handjobs from you for the same reason, your small hands make his cock look huge in comparison.
"I don't know, my love, are you sure you can handle me?" - he said the first time you two had sex. 😏
Harvey - 6'4
He didn't know he had a size kink till you met.
Feels like a perv, but he secretly loves how petite you are, you make him feel so big and strong.
Calls you my love, dear, angel, and sweetheart.
He could NOT handle it if you rode his cock, the sight of that would have him cumming in seconds.
Would never want to make you feel uncomfortable, but seeing and hearing you choke on his length would leave his face beet red. His cock would be throbbing and twitching nonstop from how fucking turned on his is.
He would insist you don't need to give him head, but obv you're not going to listen, you get turned on from it too.
When in missionary, he'd spread his hand across your lower stomach, his eyes wide at the fact he can just barely feel a bulge there.
Sam - 5'11
He's so annoying about it.
Like Alex, he'd tease you a lot.
Putting things on high shelves, picking you up out of nowhere, and calling you stupid nicknames.
Piggyback rides!! He thinks they're fun.
He's a switch. So he both loves to dominate you and be submissive for you.
Thinks you being so much shorter, but still bossing him around is really hot. He loves the confidence.
"Yes, ma'am."
Making him get on his knees and eat it. >>>
Gets so flustered when he see's you on your knees too. Like "holy shit, how is someone so hot really about to suck my cock right now?"
His dick gets even harder if he hears you gag on it.
Sebastian - 5'8
Calls you his little tadpole.
Likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin your head.
Sit on his desk and yap about your day to him while he's working and he'll look at you with hearts in his eyes.
He's submissive. So like Sam, he thinks it's hot that he's bigger, but you're the one in charge.
Order him, degrade him, push him around, he wants it all.
Edging him. >>>
Whines at the sight of your small hand jerking him off, whines even more when you stop just before he busts on your face.
He loves when you cockwarm him while he's supposed to be working.
Overstimulation!! Don't stop riding him after he cums, no matter how much he tells you "stop, s'too much." He'll use the safe word if he actually wants you to stop.
Shane - 5'4
Finally he isn't the shorter one in the relationship!
Calls you shorty and hot stuff. And if he wants to annoy you, chicken little.
Will randomly hug you from behind and press his bulge against your ass.
You're not too much smaller than him, so he knows you can handle it when he's rough.
Def manhandles you in bed. Flips you into his desired position, smacks your ass and pussy, and pounds you into the mattress.
His cock is on the shorter side, but it's girthy, so he's still giving you a good stretch.
Fucking your face is one of his favorite things to do, he loves seeing your eyes get watery and makeup start to smear.
Will cum down your throat and "make" you swallow it.
Abigail - 5'0
Literally the same height as you, or maybe 1-2 inches taller, but she's still suuuch a dick about it. Always pokes fun at you like she isn't the second shortest person in town.
Lovingly, ofc. It's just the first time she's been with someone smaller than her.
Even though you're the same height or close, she's very strong from practicing with her sword so often.
So yes, she also likes to show off her strength in bed.
Will pin you against the wall, get on her knees, and wrap both your legs around her shoulders, holding you up while she eats you out.
She's also a big fan of standing doggy. Loves to see you bent over and crying on her strap.
Her dick might be fake, but she can use it better than any man!
Insists you sit on her face too, don't even try to hover though, she'll grab your hips and hold you down on her face if you do.
Emily - 5'8
I can't see Emily having any strong feelings about it. She doesn't have much of a size kink.
But she still thinks you're adorable.
Calls you her little mouse.
Very doting and sweet girlfriend.
Loves to cook for you. Also uses you as her guinea pig for new recipes she's experimenting with.
I could see her as a top or switch.
Early morning sex in spooning position. >>
She wouldn't even bother to undress you, she'd just slip her hands into your panties, playing with your clit and kissing the side of your neck.
Sneaky sex in the saloon bathroom is a frequent thing.
She'll press you against the door and finger you from behind while groping your tits with her other hand.
Haley - 5'5
I think you also awakened a slight size kink with her.
She'll call you princess, babe, baby, and gorgeous.
Bratty switch, loves to piss you off so you'll fuck the attitude out of her.
Pull her hair while you pound her from behind and it'll have her squirting all over your strap.
Has a thing for dry humping and miniskirts, esp at the same time.
If you're both wearing short skirts, she loves to bend you over, flip your skirt up, and hump your ass.
Rubbing your pussy through your panties is another weakness of hers. Bonus points if your sat in her lap.
Lipstick kink? She loves kissing you all over and seeing your body covered in her lip prints.
Spanks your pussy while going down on you and giggles when she see's you moan and flinch from it.
Very sensitive nipples, she nearly cums from it when you suck on and play with her tits.
Leah - 5'3
Similar to Emily. She doesn't have a size kink, but does think you're super cute.
Very affectionate and loving. She cannot stop cuddling you and covering you in kisses.
Calls you her muse.
Ask her to paint you nude and she'll have the cutest blush and shakiest hands while doing it.
Firm switch. She wants to both give and receive most times you have sex.
Her guilty pleasure kink is the two of you getting tipsy on red wine before fucking all night.
Giggly sex with her. >>>
The type her lick your cum off her fingers while making eye contact.
Tribbing in missionary while you make out and play with each other's tits is her favorite thing in the world.
Not a republican but she is pro-bush.
Maru - 5'4
Another one without a size kink, she just doesn't really think about the height difference.
Top, maybe stone top.
Loves toys and experimental sex.
Giving you the strap + vibe combo has her unbelievably horny.
Nipple play is a big thing with her too, she needs to suck on & pinch your nipples while she fucks you.
Electricity play. She's very curious about it.
If you were down, she'd buy a kit for it online, testing it by giving your clit and nipples light shocks.
Expert at eating pussy, she likes to eat it from the back while squeezing your ass.
Tribbing with her. >>>
Penny - 5'1
Calls you babydoll and little lamb. 🥺
Honestly likes that you're around the same height, that way neither of you have to hurt your neck looking up or down at the other.
Definite pillow princess.
She just likes being able to lay back and be taken care of for once.
Very shy and even a little embarrassed during sex for the first few times. She'd try to hold back her moans at first, but after a while she just couldn't keep it in.
That's how you learned she's actually quite vocal in bed.
Likes doggy style, mating press, spooning.
Not big into toys besides a strap and vibrator.
Hesitant to initiate, but you can tell when she's in the mood when her face is flushed and she can't stop squirming in your lap.
Ugh imagine bouncing her on your cock while you're sitting down, she's facing away from you and covering her mouth to try n not be so loud.
But then you find just the right angle to hit while squeezing her hips, and it leaves her nearly screaming as she suddenly creams around your strap. 🥴
I followed my heart and swapped out DND for Solarion Chronicles and took some creative liberties.
It starts out innocent enough—a friendly game of Solarion Chronicles in Seb’s dimly lit basement. The three of you sit around an oak table while you wait for Abby. Sam to your left, Seb to your right, knees almost touching yours.
Sam’s phone glows. He leans over to check his messages; the stool he’s sitting on creaks.
“Abby can’t make it,” he says. Across from you, at the other end of the table, is an empty stool.
You tell him, “That’s too bad.” A swarm of anxiety buzzes in your chest. Alone? With Sam and Seb? You stare at Sam’s sweating can of cola and avoid eye contact. You tell yourself there’s nothing to be nervous about—Sam and Seb have always been nice to you. Sometimes a little more than nice—maybe even flirty. A fat bead of condensation slides down Sam’s cola can like a Tetris piece being toggled. But that’s just how they are, you think, even with each other. It doesn’t mean anything, right?
“Ready?” Sam playfully winks. Perched in a corner, a wall sconce gleams. Its warm yellow light stretches and touches his cupid’s bow. It calls attention to the mischievous grin below his twinkling blue eyes.
Seb draws the scenario card and reads it out loud. He asks you what character you want to be: the wizard, healer, or warrior. You pick the healer.
“I think your hands can heal me,” Sam laughs as he says it—a pitchy noise that cracks with nerves. Seb rolls his eyes.
Sprawling his legs out under the table, Sam takes up as much space as possible. His shoe touches yours. A pressure blooms in your ribcage, like petals holding rain.
“Nothing can cure you, Samson.” Thoughtful, you pause. “You’re hopeless.” Covering his heart with his hand, Sam frowns in a way that resembles a smile.
Seb glances at you, and your eyes almost meet, but he averts his gaze to the cardboard map lying on the table.
“That wasn’t very healing of you,” Sam says with mock sadness. You give his shoe a gentle kick. He grins, and the two of you stare at each other. Like frantic Morse code, your heart beats.
“Are we going to play or not?” Seb grumbles. His usual nonchalance warped by something unplaceable.
Have you upset Seb? He’s been quiet at times but never like this. Maybe it’s because Abby didn’t show? She’s more familiar with Solarion Chronicles than you. Does he think you’ll ruin the game?
“Sorry,” you say, looking directly at Seb’s steely eyes. Uncomfortable, you lightly pinch the fingertips of your left hand with your right hand. “I know I’m not as good as Abby, but I’ll do my best.” Confusion weighs Seb’s shoulders and brows down, and he opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn’t get the chance to.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” An uncharacteristic tinge of authority nests in Sam’s words. He stands up and puts his hand over both of yours. His hand is warm and dotted with calluses. You stop fidgeting.
“Seb just gets jealous when pretty women pay attention to me,” Sam says, shrugging as he pulls his hand away. Heat prickles your cheeks. You lower your eyes and they’re drawn, again, to Sam’s glaring blue can of cola. Using two fingers, he pushes the cola towards you. “Thirsty?” You’re not, but you nod. It’s easier than explaining how you’re feeling. “I’ve got to take a leak—don’t let Seb scare you off while I’m gone.” Seb scowls. Sam disappears behind the bathroom door.
You take a small sip of Joja cola, and the signature chemical taste fizzes in your mouth. You set the can back down on the table.
“You do know that I like you?” Seb says. His voice is deeper and fuller than usual. You choke on your mouthful of soda. Coughing—once, twice—eyes watery, you swallow.
“I like you too.” Because of course you do. You and Seb are friends. And if the universe could stop making you do embarrassing shit in front of him (even if it’s just for tonight) that’d be great. Seb chuckles. It’s a low, gravelly sound your ears cling to.
“I don’t think you understand—“
Sam reappears and interrupts Seb.
“Let’s get started,” Sam says, sinking into his seat until his shoe touches yours.
Is Seb trying to tell you he has a crush on you?
Seb’s mood sours the more Sam pretends to flirt with you. But wouldn’t Seb know better than anyone that Sam is only joking? Unless Sam’s not joking.
Seb starts the campaign. Lost in thought, you barely follow along.
Sam touches your wrist, and a spill of warmth floods your body. Under the table, your shoes are still pressed together.
“It’s your turn, babe,” Sam says. Desire beats in his words like a pulse. Seb scoffs. You take your turn.
Seb’s jaw tightens; he grinds his teeth to ease the tension writhing inside him. He’d give just about anything for a cigarette right now. If he leaves, he’s pretty sure by the time he gets back you’ll be sitting on Sam’s lap.
Earlier that spring, you had moved to town. Practically every Friday night you hung out with Abby, Sam, and Seb at the local bar. Seb knew he needed to tell Sam about his feelings for you when Sam’s gaze started lingering too often.
A few weeks ago, at the Spirit’s Eve festival, Sam and Seb stood next to a large iron cage. Inside it, two skeletons paced. Through the silver bars, Seb saw you chatting with Caroline. He told Sam he had a thing for you, and Sam smiled. The betrayal stings like alcohol on a wound.
Then there were the drunken nights when he and Sam frantically explored each other’s bodies. Followed by mornings when the salt of Sam’s skin still lingered on Seb’s tongue, and Sam snubbed his questions by saying, “There’s nothing to talk about,” and, “You worry too much.” And it kept happening.
Does Sam expect Seb not to worry about his friend flirting with his crush? Is he supposed to clap and cheer when Sam starts screwing you too?
Seb has felt lonely before, but never this alone.
Thoughts like these sink Seb’s mood as the three of you continue to play Solarion Chronicles.
“Most heroes are rewarded with a kiss,” Sam says after defeating the boss.
“Give it a rest,” Seb seethes. “Can’t you see how uncomfortable she is?”
“Jealous?” Sam laughs—this time there’s no uncertain lilt to it. Only genuine amusement. He slides his palm across the table until his fingers graze Seb’s hand. Seb recoils and grips the smooth edge of the table with both hands.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Sam asks Seb. The depth of Sam’s eyes is as still and dark as a lake at night.
Seb’s grip tightens and the peaks of his knuckles turn white. The night in Sam’s eyes passes. They glitter like the sun. “Or,” Sam pauses. His hand still reaches across the table for Seb as he looks at you. “Maybe he’d like a kiss from you?”
Shame singes Seb’s cheeks.
“Would you like that?” Sam adds.
Seb wants to scream at Sam. To know exactly what the fuck Sam thinks he’s doing.
“I would,” you say. Your voice so soft and sweet, Seb thinks he imagined it. His anger twists into knots of nervousness.
“You don’t have to—“ Seb starts.
“But I want to.”
“Oh?” Sam’s pink mouth forms a circle of mock surprise. “Did you hear that? She wants to.” He studies Seb’s face—a kaleidoscope of surprise, fear, and lingering anger.
He hopes Seb’s anger will fade when he realizes all of this—everything Sam has done—has been for him. A gift for Seb’s birthday, only two days away. There are times he wishes his lover wasn’t so serious. But the whole brooding thing? Sam can’t deny its appeal.
You stand. Have you thought about kissing Seb? Sure, along with other daydreams you mentally regarded as: Things that will never happen.
Seb stands and moves toward you. He cups the side of your neck with one hand, and places the other on your waist. The cologne he spritzed on himself so you wouldn’t think he smells like tobacco is warm and spicy. His breath brushes your lips and the smell of mint fills your nose.
He promised himself he’d walk you home tonight and tell you how he feels. Wanting to be ready for anything that might happen next, he rinsed with mouthwash three times and had a fifteen-minute debate with himself about the likelihood of you liking pubic hair—which resulted in him shaving his balls because he’d rather be safe than sorry.
Savoring the way your body leans into his touch, Seb stands still. His heart somersaults.
For a moment he lets his imagination wander—his mouth on your breast, your pussy wet and begging for his cock. Excited, he overcomes the small space separating him from all the things he wants, and kisses you. The kiss is a desperate plea that screams please like this. Please like me. His fingers on your neck curl. A stab of insecurity twists in his chest and he breaks the kiss.
“Sorry if I taste like cigs,” Seb says with an uneasy smirk. He’s smitten, but aware the moment will pass. Things can change.
You lick the top of your bottom lip. The taste of Seb lingers there.
“I like the way you taste,” you whisper to him. His smirk widens. You kiss him again.
Sam stands and clears his throat.
“Do you want to be with both of us?” Sam asks you with the same cool casualness he’d use while asking someone if they’d like a glass of water. Surprised, you stare at Sam and let the question settle in your mind.
At first, the thought of Sam wanting to share you irritates Seb. But then something deeper, more primal stirs inside him—the image of Sam’s face between your thighs, of how he and Sam could take care of you. Take care of each other.
Seb wants this. Sam knows it. Has always known.
You do want them both, but will it make things complicated between Seb and Sam? Seb’s been upset tonight.
“Do you want to?” you ask Seb while touching his cheek. A flush of pink blooms over the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks.
The finality of telling you he wants this causes a lump to form in his throat. Seb swallows hard. He doesn’t want you to do this for him. And definitely not for Sam. Seb’s always wanted to know if you’ve thought of him with your hand nestled between your thighs. Touching parts of yourself he’d give anything to feel on his mouth or with his hands. He won’t ask because Sam’s here. And the worst answer isn’t no—it’s both.
“Yes,” he tells you. He moves his thumb back and forth, petting your jawline with the pad of his thumb. He watches you search his face. You grin like you’ve found what you’re looking for.
“Yes,” you say to Sam. Sam moves toward you. When he’s close, he gently grabs your chin, guiding you to him. Seb’s hand falls from your neck. Sam kisses you. Seb hopes this isn’t a mistake.
Sam unfolds Seb’s couch into a full-sized bed while your lips follow the hypnotic rhythm of Seb’s mouth. Seb undresses you slowly. Every new inch of skin that appears in front of him, he caresses and kisses in such a tender way you can’t help but be flattered. Any fear you felt at first, at the thought of being naked in front of both Seb and Sam, has vanished.
You and Seb are naked when Sam finishes setting up the pull-out couch, tossing a couple of pillows from Seb’s bed on top of it.
Seb’s hard dick presses against your thigh as he drags his bottom lip down your neck, toward your breasts. He stops to kiss your collarbone, his velvet tongue teasing your skin.
Sam’s hand settles on your hip, drawing you into him. The press of Seb’s erection disappears. Sam wraps both his arms around you and kisses you, his tongue stroking yours as he squeezes your ass with both hands before lifting your legs to his waist.
Suspended in his arms, Sam’s warm body slides against yours. A thrum of excitement hums under your skin.
Seb sits at the top of the sofa bed, leaning against a pillow. Bent over him, you hold his dick in your hand and stare down at the flushed tip peeking from your fist. A bead of precum slips free, sinking onto the skin between your thumb and index finger.
You lower your head and lick it away, swallowing before dragging your tongue along your lips. Then you circle the head slowly with your tongue, teasing until he moans and shifts beneath you.
With your ass in the air, Sam slips his fingers between your thighs, exploring your wet folds.
You take Seb in your mouth, inch by inch. Your tongue traces along his shaft as he sinks deeper inside you.
Sam’s tongue presses flat against your clit. You moan around Seb, the vibration pulling broken sounds from his throat.
You lift your head just enough to stroke him, then take him back in, moving slowly at first before finding a steady rhythm.
“Is that what you like, Seb?” Sam murmurs, breath heavy. “Her pretty little throat?”
Seb answers with a sharp twitch against your tongue.
You straddle Seb’s naked lap. Holding his shaft, you guide him into your pussy. Seb bullies your nipple, flicking and pinching it. A hot tingle singes in your lower stomach.
Seb sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth when you start bouncing on his cock.
“Slow,” Seb says, putting his hands on your hips and guiding them to grind on his dick pulsating inside of you. Your dissatisfied whine shivers through the air. You want it faster, harder. Mouth parted, tongue first, Seb kisses you.
Understimulated, you reach out and feel the smooth, pale skin of Sam’s thigh, then the damp blond curls at his groin, and finally his cock, slick with lube. You squeeze him and he slips from your hand. Something shifts in Sam’s hips that you don’t understand. You stop riding Seb and look over at him.
Sam is sprawled beside you and Seb, fingers working inside himself. His chest is flushed and heaving, his hard cock resting against his stomach. He grins and takes your hand in his free one, guiding it back to him. With his hand over yours, he jerks himself off using your grip.
“Look at me,” Seb snaps.
You turn away from Sam, startled by the sharpness in Seb’s face. It confuses you, but before you can ask anything, he kisses you. The kiss is demanding—a far cry from the tenderness before. His grip pins your hips in place as he moves inside you, rough and fast. Your hand slips free of Sam. You cling to Seb’s shoulders while he drives you against him.
“You like that,” Sam says. “I knew you would.”
Seb stops. He presses a reverent kiss to your mouth and gently guides you off his lap, setting you aside. You don’t understand what it means, but his hands are careful, almost tender, as if he’s trying to say something without words.
He straightens slowly, eyes never leaving Sam.
The room feels quieter. Taut.
Sam tilts his head, a faint smile playing at his mouth, like he already knows what’s coming.
Seb steps closer.
They circle each other once—close enough that their knees brush, that their breath mingles. Sam says nothing.
Something dark and charged passes through Seb’s expression. Seb exhales once, sharp and controlled.
Then he grabs him.
They fall back onto the bed together, bodies colliding, skin sliding against skin. The sheet rustles beneath them as they grapple, more heat than anger in the way they move.
Seb pins Sam down, gripping his wrists like restraints.
For a heartbeat, you’re unsure—
until Sam grins.
Then Seb leans down and kisses him.
Sam spreads his legs. Seb settles between them. With one smooth thrust he pushes inside him. Sam grips the sheets, arching, a sound breaking from his throat. He turns his face to the side, meeting your eyes. You trace the line of his jaw, the shine of his hair as it shifts with every movement of Seb’s hips.
“Sit on my face,” Sam says.
You straddle him, hovering over his mouth.
Seb’s brow is drawn tight as he focuses on the place where their bodies join, hands gripping Sam’s knees as he moves.
Sam’s tongue finds you, circling, slow and deliberate. You squirm and sigh at the sensation. He opens his mouth and draws you closer, working patiently until your voice breaks loose from you.
Your hands collapse against his chest. Your breathing turns uneven. The tension builds, tightens, claws through you—until it shatters, leaving you weightless as you come against his mouth.
Satisfied, the three of you lie on your backs, catching your breath. Seb pants the hardest.
Sam thinks of Abby’s text—telling him she isn’t coming because she’s not going to watch Sam and Seb fight over you. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, bright and quiet, like a banner being raised at a celebration.
If only she knew.
He considers telling her. Seb would probably be furious if he did.
Sam glances at Seb and catches the look in his eyes—clouded with questions he wants answered, with promises he wants made.
a/n: This took a while to write, sorry for procrastinating. Got a bit too silly :((
tw: 18+ mentions of b*ners and h*rniness, and implications of s*x
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Harvey 🩺
Harvey would be hesitant to ask if you're down to have sex, but whenever he's in the mood usually he tries to act like everything is fine. But really, he can't help but have his touch linger than you longer than usual 🤭, and he really is TRYING his best to remain respectful for you. 🥺
It's also easy to catch him staring at you as he bites his lips anxiously or how he fumbles slightly with his words when you're speaking with him, it's also not that easy to miss the way he faces his pants away from you. You can still catch the sight of that suspicious bump in his trousers 😚...
Despite the ache in his pants, he's not going to ask you to do something about it though! Since you've probably been busy with the hard work managing the farm,,, He doesn't want to bother you about it, unless you do like to bother with it. :))
Elliot ✒️
Only at seldom times does Elliott ever get into the mood, so there's hardly ever any time for him to ask for sex and stuff. But usually after his book tours or when you've been busy with whatever tasks you've taken up--Or had a long mining trip at Calico (They should add elevators ngl), he misses you a lot. 🥺
So when he feels deprived of you, Elliott is particularly very affectionate with you. Whether you're cooking and preparing dishes in the kitchen, watching tv on your big couch, or just about to sleep, expect to feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles himself into the back of your shoulders. 😌 (He's not subtle about it either).
He'll sometimes ask if you'd be willing, he may outright tell you that he "yearns" or "wants you". As he kisses the back of your neck, eyelashes fluttering up to look at you almost pleadingly, would you really say no to that face?
Shane 🐥
It's hard to say how often Shane gets horny, since he used to get a case of whiskey dick before he met you, but now that he has you, he has cut back on the alcohol, since he wants to live long enough and grow old with you. Back on topic, it really depends on how far you are in your guy's relationship.
Early on, he feels like it's unreal that you chose him of all people in Pelican Town, so whenever he does get in the mood, he doesn't want to burden you with something as troublesome as dealing with him. :( Whenever he does get the small courage to ask, he suddenly backs out. "Hey, is it okay if-- Nevermind. Forget I asked." is what you're mostly met with as he walks past you, ashamed. ☹️
But if you've been together for a while (or married), he does open up more about it. Whenever you two are just laying side by side in bed, he just thinks you're so pretty then suddenly he's got a boner! He would just hold your hand and gaze at you, waiting patiently. "If you want to of course." He would mumble, "It's not like you have to if you don't really feel like it." Well maybe you do. 😊
Sebastian 🐸
Sebastian's sex drive is kinda low, so it's very rare for him to get horny. But whenever he is? He's noticeably a lot more touchy and even clingy. Sebastian would be the one initiating physical affection with you. You two are lying in bed together? He has an arm wrapped around you, spooning. Oh you guys are playing on console together? You're now playing overcooked sat on his lap! He's busy coding? His hand is resting on your thigh "to feel less anxious".
Even if you're not always glued to the hip, he always finds a way to be near you. If you're cooking, he's sitting by the table, softly smiling at you. But when you're in public and he's in the mood? This boy is a MENACE. 😭 He'd innocently whisper the things he is imagining about you in your ear before pulling away with a cheeky grin as if nothing happened.
Sebastian would mention he needs to go home, before not so subtly letting you know that you can come with. With the way he's now smiling oh so sweetly! Maybe you are gonna get back at him for that.
Sam 🎸
With this boy? You already know he's constantly dtf 🙄, he doesn't even need to outright say it. Sam's already clinging onto you the second he sees you, any second he's humping against your leg like a dog in heat! Especially when he gives you this face. -> 🥺
"So..." He'd always start off before following up with a "Can we fuck?... Please?" Sam might add in a whine too if he begged. Though of course he won't force you if you're uncomfortable and not in the mood; He'd usually take care of himself in the bathroom.
But if you are in the mood and down to fuck.. Sam would be over the moon! He would be so happy and excited, kissing and touching you all over. Though your legs won't be happy either the next day.
Alex 🏈
Out of all the bachelors, Alex would be the shyest when it comes to being horny. His first instinct the moment he gets a boner around you is to avoid physical touch all together, he wants to be respectful with you is all..🥺 Dude won't let you sit on his lap, kiss him, or anything that involves you pressing your body against his and he refuses to let you touch him!
You'd know immediately when you straddle his lap, and when you lean close, you can hear this boy WHIMPER. 😩 Alex is trying his best to be a gentleman, but when his fingers are practically digging into your waist, he is holding back SO much.
He would rest his head against your shoulder, filling the room with his sounds. Alex would be PLEADING "Please-- please please can I touch you?" but he patiently tries to waits for you " That's probably enough teasing this poor guy don't you think?
(I should probably write a scenario of this ngl)
contains ; fluff! gn!(but written with fem in mind)farmer for most. implied male in alex’s. non canon setting (for most). unestablished relationships—pre dating. alcohol usage. smoking (cigarettess).
note ; i had a nice time in my imagination with this one
harvey.
he stares at you, stunned at how easily you were able to do the thing he’s been thinking about for weeks. how soft your lips felt, how comforting your hand on his chest was, and how genuinely intoxicated just one simple kiss from you was already making him feel.
he clears his throat, and almost like you just sucked every word out of him, all he could muster up was a mumbled, “thank you.” he thanked you. for kissing him.
you purse your lips, trying your darnedest not to laugh watching his face just drop, realizing the first thing he said to you after you kissed him for the first time was a thank you.
“oh no, it was my pleasure.” you tease, allowing a small giggle to slip. he sighs like his blood has run cold, too embarrassed to even respond. luckily for him, you’re just too perfect, and you cool his sting by leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a smile, hand cupped over the opposing one, “goodnight harvey. i’ll see you tomorrow. you can thank me for that one, then.”
sam.
he acted almost as quick as you did, the moment he saw your eyes fixate on his lips and lean in, he wasted no time to fill in the gap between you two.
“you kissed me.” he says, face washed in amusement and adrenaline. he remains a solid grip where his hands rest on your lower waist, clear he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon.
“i might’ve.” you murmur, flickering your gaze to and from his. if he didn’t know any better, he’d think—
“are you all shy now? did i make you nervous?” he angles his head to chase your nervously wandering eyes, mischievous grin and tease in his tone. his hand consciously cups the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your jaw to gently force your chin up and maintain eye contact.
you huff, shaking your head. “well, a little! we just kissed!” you try not to sound too whiny—though, the way his grin spreads almost makes you forget that plan.
“aha! i made you nervous! am i so handsome? am i such a good kisser?” he muses, snickering in triumph.
“sam,” you test, narrowing your eyes through your eyelashes.
“what? you dunno know the answer? wanna kiss again to find out?”
shane.
he didn’t actually think you’d lean in, much less keep it going for so long that he’d have to push against you a moment later to give him a second to breathe.
but you shake your head, misinterpreting it all so quickly. “i’m sorry—i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have kissed you, i don’t know why i did that, i’m sorry—“
“whoa, i wasn’t pushin’ you away,” he immediately rouses, “i’m not mad that you kissed me.” and he snickers lowly, “more like pounced on me.”
“you’re not?” you hum breathlessly, straightening your pants and tucking pieces of your hair back. now your chest bubbles with a new kind of embarrassment. you nibble on your lower lip, attempting to ease your breaths. “i—i dunno why i did that. i don’t usually drink…much less makeout with people while i do.”
you slouch back down on the old, creaky dock next to him. he snorts, tilting his head, “‘m just too irresistible, huh?”
you shoot him a glower. “yeah,” you say like it’s sarcastic, but really, you’re well aware you aren’t drunk enough to start behaving irrationally. “i just didn’t mean to do that.”
“i don’t mind that you kissed me.” he shrugs.
you watch as he takes a swig from his beer can. his eyes focus on the overall still lake in front of you both. “you don’t?”
he almost wants to tease you for all your disbeliefs. he chooses to scoff out a laugh instead, shaking his head. “mm-mm.”
you turn to face the water, gently swinging your dangling legs over the edge. “hm,” you hum back, “maybe we should talk about that when we’re both sober.”
sebastian.
he’s borderline shocked at how easy it was for him to kiss you back—no hesitation after your fingers brushed the back of his hair to pull him in. he’s almost loopy, too, and he’s never been the type to swoon so hard from these kinds of affections. but he’s also learned a lot has changed since he first met you.
“you taste like cigarettes.” you murmur as you step back, licking your lower lip as if to repeat the taste. you turn towards the city lights, and for the first time he’s finding it nearly impossible to follow your gaze.
“i’m sorry,” he truthfully says, absentmindedly stepping down on the previously tossed cigarette butt at his shoe. “i’ve been trying to stop.”
“tastes like you, too. mixed in, i guess.” you note with a smile, “it’s not terrible though. but good, you should try and quit.”
he honestly doesn’t know how to take that—in his mind, he can’t imagine that tastes good, much less the combination any glorious. yet you turn to him again, stuffed hands unfolding from your pockets to reach across for his.
all you had to do was to give him a tiny tug, sliding your hands up his shoulders before he repositioned his own back to where they previously sat on your waist.
“let me bask it in while i can, though.”
alex.
you’ve almost never seen him with this soft, content look on his face. you’re half expecting him to burst into laughter, try to justify his actions with a teasing lilt and offer to pretend like it never happened.
but no. all he does is look at you, watching the way your eyes shift between each of his, evaluating. like he’s waiting for one of you to break.
you take the bait. “why’d you do that?” you murmur, quiet enough the wind almost picks it up.
he shrugs. “i dunno. it felt right.” he hums, and despite his uncertain words, he says it with sincerity. “was that the wrong choice?”
you think for a moment. for you, you surely thought about it for weeks. but the timing certainly didn’t feel appropriate. vulnerability changes a man like him most of all, and the last thing you’d want to do was take advantage of that. you absentmindedly swirl the grains of sand under your fingertips.
“no, i don’t think so.” you respond easily.
he nods. you’ve never seen him this quiet, but despite that, you’ve got an idea of what’s exactly going through his mind. when he turns away, you’re certain.
“you won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“of course not.”
elliott.
he had almost forgotten why he invited you over—just for inspiration on the last couple chapters of his novel, or did he honestly plan for it to go like this?
“so…what happens after they…kiss?” you coyly murmur, still held in his embrace so close you can smell the drop of pomegranate on his lips.
“well, i haven’t written that far just yet,” he pauses to take a breath, “i was hoping they’d finally confess their love.”
he’s so handsome this close, your head still reels and lips feel fuzzy as you struggle to bring back in your even breaths.
you nod, slow and computing. “yeah—no, that sounds good.”
your plump lips hold him in a trance, as do his, making it so hard to concentrate on his words all the while you feel you’re too fixated on them.
“so you believe they love each other? that they should finally tell the other?”
the kiss rendered you thoughtless—what can you expect from a romantic like him? however, the metaphor is not lost on you. and had he let you go at this point, it wouldn’t have been so easy for you to eagerly nod, “absolutely. two people in love should tell each other they’re in love.”
Hiya! Have you received any writing requests yet?Just incase you’re not swamped by requests yet, have mine😊 (feel free to ignore if you are in fact swamped)
Could you write a headcanon about how the bachelors react when the farmer brings then flowers?
Thanks in advance!
Gifting flowers to the bachelors hcs - SFW
Hiya, anon! Thank you so much. Please, leave as many requests as you want. Sometimes I’m busy or not inspired enough, but I promise I read you and will try my best to fulfil your requests. Also, sometimes I get lazy, I have to admit it.
Please, if you have feedbacks for me, those are appreciated as well! I did this specific ask for the bachelors, but if you want, I can write some headcanons for the bachelorettes too! Also I am not actually sure lilacs are good for allergic subjects, but for the sake of Harvey we’ll pretend they are. ^^” I might write something more about these scenarios because I’ve had a lot of fun!
WARNING! a little bit of angst in Shane and especially Alex’s scenarios, mention of toxic stereotypes, brief mention to Kent’s whereabouts, mention of alcohol and hangover symptoms in Shane’s scenario, some things might be inaccurate.
WORDS COUNT: 4.8K (I've tried to be equal for every hc.)
Elliott:
We all already know that, but Elliott is a sentimentalist at heart;
He himself is a person that likes gifting apparently meaningless knick-knacks to the people he appreciates or to express gratitude. Sometimes it’s a poem coming out of his own pen, but other times it could be a colorful seashell he found during his morning walk!
Still, receiving gifts makes him happy like a kid on the Feast of the Winter Star, about to receive their present. It’s the thought behind it, you see. You could gift him a particular leaf and he would still treasure it for its deep hidden meaning.
He also stresses a lot over not sounding ungrateful.
Premises made! Elliott has been stuck in bed for almost a week now, trapped by a terrible flu.
Sometimes Willy, the good man he is, checks up on him, but the man wakes up really early to go fishing and he’s not always available when he’s in open sea, you know?
Thankfully, you know no boundaries. You’ve been barging into Elliott’s lonely shrack for days to check up on him. It must be depressing to live alone and be sick. The sound of the waves and the seagulls might make up for it during the day, but as soon as the sun sets behind the shores, you can’t help but think how Elliott must be feeling all by himself, as the wind roars against the unstable wooden shed.
Poor, poor Elliott in need of your care. The fact you have a little crush on him is irrelevant in this scenario, isn’t it?
Still, you’re keen on winning the imaginary best-and-most-nosy-citizen-of-Pelican-Town award for another year. So you decide to do something to cheer him up and barge in once again.
You have no doubt that, being a writer and a romanticist, he will find your gift beautiful and actually get the meaning of it.
That morning, you find him sitting up in his bed in a white shirt, his auburn locks a tangled mess. His eyes still look at you in the soft morning light with a kindness all of their own. He’s genuinely happy to see you. You are his medicine during these miserable days.
You place it in his lap – a modest bouquet you assembled yourself: Chrysanthemum for a good recovery, Chamomile for patience and Coreopsis to keep a good spirit while healing.
His face becomes the same colour of his hair. A few moved tears well up in his eyes as he grabs the simple bouquet in his arms.
He immediately asks you if you can put them in a vase on his nightstand. Then, as you sit down next to his bed, he grabs your hands in his and looks at you with an exasperatedly sweet expression. He’s so dramatic, sometimes, but you know he’s feeling all the gratitude he’s trying to convey in his words.
His lips find the soft skin of your palms many, many times, his touch reverent as he keeps holding your hands in his delicately.
He looks up at you for a second while his mouth is pressed against your delicate palm, pretending it was a mistake, but you find a glint of something a lot bolder than the delicate touches you've exchanged and you can't quite put your finger on what it is that he's avoiding your gaze again.
He looks at the flowers day and night, feeling much less lonely now that a piece of your heart is next to him.
When he’s finally feeling better enough to sit at his wooden desk, he writes you an heartfelt letter for the beautiful present. Something that goes along the lines of: “Ever since you’ve arrived in this little town, you’ve illuminated my days like a bright sun. Without your care and cheerfulness, I would’ve healed just fine, but with a much heavier heart.” – something like that.
When months later he opens up his notebook in front of you on one of those rare mornings when you don’t have much work to do at the farm and join him for a walk, you see it: a beautiful, familiar flower tucked between two pages like a candid secret.
Alex:
I believe that his father’s words have had a great impact on what he thinks and how he behaves – not in a good way. He’s used to walk on eggshells and to think lowly of himself, even though he’s good at hiding it behind a pompous façade.
Even after coming to the valley, the ghost of his father still haunts him. His harsh words echo inside him every day and sometimes he’s just not strong enough to confront them.
He’s one of those guys that believe that true men don’t cry or show their emotions, that they can’t be too soft, that they have to like certain things to be manly and flowers surely aren’t among the things they should like. It’s not his fault. His father was a great example of toxic masculinity among the other bad things he has been for him – a terrible father, to name one.
So he claims he doesn’t like flowers. Flowers are emasculating, he says. Flowers are something you gift to a girl, because he believes it’s in a woman’s nature to like them.
But when you ask him to elaborate, he actually doesn’t have an explanation beyond that thought other than ‘they are too girly’. It’s like that simple opinion has been instilled there and never questioned until this day.
He doesn’t say these things with a bad meaning, I promise! He’s genuinely trying to overcome the terrible traces his dad has left. Just, sometimes he needs a little help to recognise some patterns as wrong. Wrong not per se – in this case, yes – but because many of his beliefs are forged on the fact he has shaped his whole person on what his father constantly criticised.
Ugh, I love him and I want to punch his dad so bad.
When Spring’s knocking on the door, sometimes Alex helps Evelyn with the flowers arrangments around Pelican Town. He’s strong, after all! But sometimes his grandma asks him for an opinion and, well, he has a very refined taste.
Still, he won’t admit he likes flowers. If he gave you another reason other than “it’s a girls’ thing”, you would just leave it, but, given the circumstances, you just can’t.
So, of course, you try to explain to him that men can receive flowers too and that they are absolutely allowed to appreciate them. He looks at you dumbfounded, but he doesn’t say anything about it.
It’s not much you have been going out together. You can’t even pinpoint the exact moment you realised you two were dating. You gradually started spending more time together, you at his kiosk and him at your farm helping around; then he started walking you home after every outing, stopping at your porch until the sun has set. He’s so delicate in the way he cares for you. He’s a good, sensitive guy. He just has to understand it’s not a flaw.
It’s part of your summer routine to spend some time together down the beach or walking around before the sun gets too strong and he has to open the kiosk. You both wake up fairly early and even though he could simply come to your farm and hang out as you do your things, you need a distraction too, sometimes.
And it’s not like you get much done when he comes over anyway.
Every morning, he’s already out of his house waiting for you, waving his imaginary tail at you when you approach him – even though he tries to keep it cool. He has an image, you know.
Today, though, you were so nervous you took the path that leads to the city earlier than usual. Evelyn has found you waiting for her grandson outside of their house, so she let you in.
She glances at the colorful bouquet in your hands with a loving smile and tells you to go wake Alex up, as he’s probably still asleep.
His room is dark, a vagabond ray filtering through a small space left between the blinds and the windowsill finds its way to the bed where Alex is snoring quietly. You sit at the edge of the bed and shake him gently.
He groans, opens his eyes and turns to the other side. Then, after realising it’s you, he jumps on his bed and rubs his eyes.
“Wha… What are you…” he mumbles, trying to fix his hair. You don’t even give him the chance to get out of his confused daze that you place the pretty bouquet in his lap, a little token of your affection and a reinforcing demonstration to your words of the conversation you’ve had in the previous days.
And, oh, your heart shatters when he realises what’s going on and starts tearing up. His cheeks heat up and he’s suddenly picking you up and placing you in his lap, one hand holding the flowers and the other placed securely around your waist as he hides his warm face in your neck, sobbing.
He’s a very sensitive guy and he appreciates you a lot. Just, he doesn’t allow himself to show it too often in case you might judge him as weak. But you don’t and with that simple, genuine gesture he remembers once again that he doesn’t have to pretend around you. He’s free to be himself.
He’s grateful for the flowers, but he’s especially grateful for you. From that moment on, he lets himself be more vulnerable around you. He starts showing that he’s not casual about you, but that he has serious intentions and that he’s not dating you just for fun. Which is great, really.
You start gifting each other flowers every now and then. Evelyn finds it endearing, especially when Alex asks her for advice.
In your love, he can rest and grow. He’s finally safe from his father.
Shane:
We all already know how terribly shy this man is.
And how self-deprecating he is. He truly believes he doesn’t deserve good things. Not that there are that many left for him – or so he believes, at least.
He lives his existence in a drunken haze, devoted to a bottle of beer and to his little niece. Until he met you, that is.
It’s not easy to get Shane to open up, but you’re on a good way. He’s warmed up to you a little ever since you’ve moved to Pelican Town, so, when he’s in a particularly good mood, you join him at the Saloon for a drink or two.
Emily has just brought you your third round before turning around to discuss with Lewis some particulars about the flowers arrangment for the upcoming Flower Dance. Shane scoffs by your side.
You ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t elaborate. Then it hits you; it’s tradition among your fellow citizens to gift each other pretty flower arrangements in occasion of the yearly Flower Dance. A pletora of colours decors counters, tables, windowsills as a reminder that Spring is passing by. It’s just a way to celebrate, to wait for the Flower Dance with a little more excitement.
You ask him if he’s ever received a bouquet, but he scoffs. It’s not like he gets that many gifts nowadays. He’s not popular with the ladies anymore. The only “lady” that sometimes gifts him something is his niece, when she comes back home from Ms. Penny’s lessons with a colorful drawing or a pretty handmade bracelet.
You don’t know if he’d be happy to receive a gift from you. Not the usual pepper poppers you bring to the ranch, lying that you “accidentally made too many”, but a proper gift. Still, you’re tired of the confusing tension that hovers over you when you’re together. You want to give him a hint and he’s just served you the solution on a silver plate.
A couple of days later, on a Sunday, he’s feeding Marnie’s chickens in the back of the ranch. He had been drinking the night before – and the one before, and the one even before – and his stomach feels like crap, but Jas is at home and he’s not going to let her notice that he’s feeling unwell. Plus, he’s used to work with a hangover.
The little girl calls him out to the front, telling him the farmer has came to visit.
He grumbles. He’s grown fond of you over the past few months, but you can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially when he’s already fighting against the urge to puke everywhere. You were there last night. He doesn’t need your scolding.
Still, he unconsciously runs a hand through his hair to make it decent and comes out.
His face becomes so red it looks like he’s been staying out in the sun for too long.
There’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s always you and that stupid, cheerful expression of yours – but he immediately notices the large bouquet you’re holding in your arms. And it doesn’t leave any room for doubts. You were doing it on purpose, probably to fluster him or to mock him.
Otherwise, why would you be carrying him a bouquet of fully-bloomed red roses?
You explain yourself, hiding your equally red face behind the sudden present, and you tell him that there is at least one person willing to give him gifts actually, even if he claims he’s not that popular with the ladies anymore.
He looks at you, stunned, but decides to lift the huge bouquet from your arms – only to help you out. It looks pretty heavy, after all.
He grumbles a quick “thank you”, his face scorching, but he doesn’t have to deal with the embarrassment any longer because you’re as red as him and you claim you need some fresh air before waltzing out of his house.
Jas is a smart kid and she immediately figures out what’s going on, but she doesn’t comment on it, which he appreciates. Except that when Marnie, absent during that shameful exchange, starts teasing him during dinner about what happened that morning, he immediately understands Jas has spilled everything.
He spends days contemplating the flowers in his room, but it’s only when the last petal is rotting that he figures he should do something to express his gratitude… somehow.
He’s terrible with these things. While he walks the sunny path towards your farm, he’s tempted to turn around and go back home many times. Yet, he knocks on your door fairly early during the morning, after having avoided you for a good amount of days.
Pulling you in and planting an awkward kiss on your cheek, he leaves a small box in your hands before trotting away. Inside, there’s a cute hay hat, decorated with a green ribbon, and a ticket: “so you won’t get sunburnt anymore.”
Harvey:
Pelican Town’s citizens have really grown on the goofy doctor. He was searching for a peaceful place to exercise his profession, away from the chaotic city he has studied in, and even though he sometimes misses the endless choices of fun it offered, he wouldn’t go back to the smog and the traffic and the noise pollution and—
You get it. Despite being used to a different life style, and maybe especially because of this, he’s grown to love the quiet valley. It does wonders for the health, too, because the air is clear and the routine is slow.
There’s only one issue and I’ll give you a riddle to guess it. To keep you alert, you see.
You can find it in the air during Spring and it makes you sneeze the whole fucking day.
Spring, after all, is the pollen season. It’s an amazing sight when flowers are blooming everywhere and the trees are producing their juicy fruits, but Harvey can only admire the colorful change of the flora around the valley from afar, because he’s terribly allergic. He follows some therapy to keep it at bay, but he hasn’t found an antihistamine good enough to cover him completely.
His house, too, is full of fake plants because of that reason.
One day, after he was so attentive with taking care of you when you strained your ankle in the mines, not only as a doctor but also as a friend, you decided to have a bouquet of dahlias – symbol of gratitude – delivered to his clinic.
Huge mistake. He was miserable and you couldn’t stop apologising.
Still, you found it so sad. Flowers can really make a person happy, they’re a meaningful gift and they’re just so pretty to look at! You want Harvey to be able to enjoy them too, possibly avoiding harming him in the process.
When he has finally recovered from his brief crisis, he visits you again to check up on you and your poor ankle. It’s doing fairly good now, compared to when Linus had found you in the mines, crying for help; Harvey is good at his job and he’s a kind soul, which gives him a boost.
He also visits you for the simple pleasure of your company. And he’s confident enough that you enjoy his company as well, because there’s not one single moment of silence whenever he comes over and sits at your bedside to chat about everything but your ankle.
The first five minutes, he tries to pretend he’s there for medical reasons. You both drop the act after a while, though. You simply like spending time with each other, when he doesn’t have any patient or Maru is covering him at the clinic at least.
Anyway, to PROPERLY THIS TIME thank him for the great care and also as a way to apologise for the little allergy accident, you decide to resort to your knowledge as a farmer to find a way to gift him a floral token without potentially causing him another crisis.
One afternoon, after his usual round of his patients’ houses – he regularly checks up on George and Robin has been stuck in bed for a bad flu – and saving yours for last, both because you live far from the city center and because he wants to enjoy your company with no rush, he finds a large bouquet on the chair he usually sits on to chat with you.
Is it a joke? He doesn’t know what to do other than stare at you from the doorway, but you quickly reassure him. You had done your researches and lilacs should be harmless, even for a nose as sensitive as his.
He walks towards your bed slowly, weighing every step, and then he carefully, gracefully picks up the bouquet, staring at the beautiful flowers and especially admiring your effort in finding something he, too, could enjoy. His ears are of a lovely shade of bordeaux, in great contrast with the purple petals.
But you aren’t done teasing the bashful doctor. While he composes himself with a cough and neatly places his case and the flowers on the chair to visit you, you simply observe him. But when he finally sits down beside you, you lean over and whisper, as if it was a spicy secret:
“Do you know what lilacs simbolise, doc?”
Lilacs simbolise the love that blooms in Spring. And the way his quiet care has made its way throughout the gardens of your heart during this Spring you were forced in bed has definitely made a great affection bloom inside you for the kind-hearted, silent doctor of the valley.
Yes, moving to Pelican Town has been the right choice.
Sebastian:
We all already know about Sebastian’s long-cherished dream to abandon the lonely, slow life of the valley for a more electrifying experience in the city.
The city looks so full of life; it has an alluring charm and a promising sense of freedom that overcomes the negative sides of living in a much vaster space that’s so different from what he’s used to. The bright lights that shine even at night, the tall buildings, the feeling of opportunity…
Yes, he wants to be part of something like that. An immense drawing where he can be both a shadow and a star.
So when this important client of his proposed him to move to Zuzu City for a while to help him work on a new project, he should’ve jumped at the opportunity. And he would have, really. If a couple of months ago someone had asked him to move away from his house and finally experience a piece of that delicious cake that is independence, he would’ve been thrilled.
Except that now there’s you in the picture.
It’s not that you are dating or something, but he’s not a stupid. He knows that something is there, lingering in between the languid gazes you send each other at the Saloon or the way you two always find excuses to bump into each other and stay together for longer. But there’s nothing official. Maybe he’s just seeing things, after all.
After all, you were the first one to encourage him to take the opportunity to explore something other than the peaceful valley.
He can’t exactly mention his feelings when the decision is made. That would be selfish. He’d like to be selfish, to ask you to wait, but he doesn’t, because he’s not even sure when he’ll be back.
What he doesn’t know is that this new story about his transfer has made you really upset. You’re worried he will just forget about you. You were a particular character, different from anyone than he’s ever known, but he has been in the valley for so long that you convince yourself the only reason he’s took a liking to you is because you are fairly new, therefore interesting.
Plus, you have known the city. It can swallow you down with its frenetic pace.
You’re worried he will forget about you. But you’re stuck in the same place as him and so you think you’re in no position to say anything about his wishes.
Both of you are stupidly waiting for the other to speak up.
Your affection towards each other has always been subtle. Sometimes a simple gaze is enough between you. Hidden, but fulfilling.
He has to wake up early tomorrow, so you settle to meet up after dinner to spend some more time together.
Your heart trembles when you see him, nonchalantly cool as if he had just came out of a stupid romance book, leaning against his bike as he lights a cigarette.
He takes you for a ride. You don’t speak much, words probably meaningless when the wind and the way your hands are gripping his waist like an anchor are already doing all the talking. When you stop for a quick break, though, you have to face the heavy elephant in the room. And you don’t ask him for any promise – not out loud, at least.
With subtlety, you lean down and pick up a couple of pretty Forget me not.
He doesn’t say much. His gaze is tender, his eyes a bit melancholic. His soft, long hand gently holds the one that’s handing him the flowers.
He takes one and clumsily tucks it in your hair.
There’s this particular silver locket he has once bought on a morning he decided to skip school with Sam and they wandered through some flea market. When he wakes up the next day, he puts one of the small, crumpled token of your affection – so intense you couldn’t dare to put it into words – in it and you can bet he doesn’t take it off. Ever. Not even to shower.
A couple of months pass by and he actually gets the opportunity to prolong his staying in the captivating city he has longed for ever since he was a kid. You’ve heard that from Robin one morning, while visiting her to discuss the building of a new barn. It’s not like you’ve talked much ever since he has moved to Zuzu City.
You pretend your stomach isn’t full of butterflies as you casually ask for more informations. You’re genuinely happy for him, aren’t you? Despite your bitter, conflicted feelings towards him, you care about Sebastian.
So when one evening, while coming back from an exhausting day in the mines, you find him waiting for you leaning against his bike, you don’t understand why you feel so helplessly happy to the point of crying.
He had discovered he prefers the quietness of the valley… and you.
“See, I couldn’t forget you.”
Sam:
Sometimes Samson can be a bit of an adorable dumbass, with his dorky attitude and golden retriever tendencies, but we know he absolutely rocks as an older brother.
Since Kent is fighting on the front line and Jodi has so much on her plate, he gladly takes on the role of a parental figure for Vincent. Also, he’s absolutely weak to that round, freckled face.
His day off from his awful job at JojaMart is on Sunday. He usually rests during the morning, but he doesn’t like to spend the whole day at home, no matter how tired he is.
One Sunday morning, though, he finds little Vincent sulking at the kitchen table, his round eyes full of tears that he’s trying so hard not to spill, only to let them all out as soon as he sees his big brother.
It’s not like him throwing a tantrum, but Jodi has promised to take him and Jas to a little outing to the lake that day. Just, something came up and she can’t take them anymore. Despite them being responsible kids (also read: despite Jas being a responsible kid), Jodi really can’t let him go with a light heart. And it’s not like she can ask Sam, right? It’s his free day, he works so hard at JojaMart-
Well, have I already told you that he can’t resist his little brother? Besides, every occasion is good to show off and demonstrate how cool he is, not like other boring adults. So, despite being tired from stocking the shelves and cleaning the floors all week, he takes his brother and Shane’s niece to the lake.
Passed Seb’s house, Sam discovers that a certain someone had planned to spend their Sunday at the lake, too, and he can’t stop thanking his lucky star. He almost trips over himself as he sets the blanket on the grass and invites you to join their arranged picnic, but you accept gleefully and even promise the kids you will teach them how to use the fishing rod Willy gifted you later.
You spend the afternoon watching the kids together and chatting.
At some point, after tiring themselves out for the whole afternoon, Vincent and Jas invade your little lovely picture with a bunch of flowers they’ve picked on the shore. With graceful mastery, you show them how to make crowns out of the pretty flowers they’ve picked and they immediately get to work under your amused gaze.
You pick some of the flowers, too, and as the conversation flows you start weaving them quickly, your eyes falling only sometimes to your hands to check how it’s turning out. Sam doesn’t think too much of it; despite feeling a bit awkward at first, the words are now flowing out of his mouth smoothly. You feel overwhelmed by his energy, but you find it contagious, so you can’t really complain.
He stops talking – nervous as he is, he needed just a little push to completely lose himself – when you place the crown made of little white flowers on his blond hair.
He laughs, hard, asking you if he looks pretty. Despite it being a casual gesture, something you found yourself doing in the situation, he takes it to his heart to make a crown for you as well. And so, you try to teach him, your fingers casually – it’s not like you have a crush on the dork, no – brushing against his guitarist’s ones twice as necessary.
If the kids were struggling, he struggles twice. He should find it easy, shouldn’t he? He plucks the strings of his guitar for hours with great skill, but the flowers keep breaking or losing petals in his hands. He’s not frustrated though, because you’re there to patiently help him learn from his mistakes.
In the end, he manages to make an… acceptable-looking crown for you and you pretend to not notice the adoring look in his blue eyes when he reverently places it on top of your head, or how it’s making your face heat up.
While Jas and Vincent blast your ears off about how they’re going to make crowns for everyone at the next Flower Dance, you take a look at a very sleepy Sam, leaning against the trunk of a tree.
His crown is crooked. You fix it gently as he boldly searches for your hand. You intertwine your pinkies like two kids, your hands kept a secret by the shadow of the tree as he drifts off to sleep.
