Summary: Anon does a good job of explaining what's going on here!
Warning(s): Mostly Fluff, The guys are just being overprotective husbands in this one pfft, A smidge of angst in Shane's part if you squint hard enough.
Side Note(s): If I hadn't said it strongly enough before—
PLEASE REST WELL ANON. I'm sending you all my best wishes and good luck(s) that you feel better soon! Being sick isn't fun. Make sure to stay hydrated and take plenty of medication to alleviate any side effects you may experience!
Elliot
Becomes extremely attentive and comforting to you (more than he usually is)
He'll put his work on hold and divert all of his attention to you. The only form of writing he'll do is composing poems in order to read them to you. (Especially if you're sensitive to noise at this stage and are only able to stand something quieter).
Outside of composing poems to make you feel better, however, I can see Elliot being the type to offer you lots of tea and rest, cooking meals that are delicious but still light on your stomach. Any type of medicine that Harvey gives you to help your symptoms, Elliot's going to make sure that you never miss your time to take them.
Hell, I'll even add in that he'll try to take on the farm work for you also!
He may not be very good at it, but he's willing to endure and learn a little on the fly if it means that you're able to fully rest without lifting a single finger! But once the day is over? The sun setting over the horizon and all that— his attention goes right back to you as, to finish the day, he'll offer you more tea and a light snack before playing a gentle song on the piano.
If you tell him you want something more energetic, he'll listen. Maybe something from a movie you watched once? He'll try his best, and if you ask for no music at all? He'll instead turn to laying on the bed at your side and gently patting your head until you fall asleep.
♡ - Elliot couldn't imagine leaving your side right now as he sat close to your side, his eyes glued to your peacefully sleeping form, as he gently kept your hand within his own as his thumb rubbed over the top repeatedly.
Even when Harvey had diagnosed you to have nothing more than a simple fever, ordering you to rest and stay hydrated. Elliot couldn't help but worry over you as if you were afflicted with something more serious! No matter how much the farmwork he had taken on began to weigh down on him, causing each blink of his eyes to be harder than the last as he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep...he wanted to stay up, just in case you needed anything from him.
Although he comforted himself in the knowledge that you were at least able to rest easy.
Besides, he adored how peaceful you looked when you slept.
The quiet rise and falls of your chest, the light of the moon peeking in through the window covers to shine onto you...despite everything, no matter how much you had warned him not to stay so close to you in fear that you would give him your sickness as well. Elliot couldn't help but continue to remain at your side like a loyal statue.
After all, even when you were sick, he thought that you looked as lovely as ever, nonetheless! The very persona of beauty incarnate, one that he was more than happy to look upon in wonder until he grew gray hair— "You should be sleeping." Your weak voice murmured tiredly, snapping Elliot from his thoughts as his head perked up a little. Immediately, Elliot went to work of gently dapping the sweat from the sides of your face with the cool towel that was already present on your forehead.
He responded with a chuckle. "I'm serious." You huffed. "I'll be fine," You insisted. "I've been sick before—"
"Harvey said you've become ill from working too hard," Elliot responded as quietly as he could in an effort not to harm your sensitive ears. "I'll carry the entire weight of the world on my shoulders if it means that you get to continue to rest."
You blushed at his warm words, the sheer firmness in the way he spoke making your heart begin to flutter as if you had just met him, although the two of you had been married close to a year now. Once Elliot was done wiping off the sweat, he placed a kiss on your cheek before going back to sitting comfortably on his chair. "You'll have to sleep sometime, what about your novel?" You then added on after taking a few seconds to calm your racing heart.
"My book can wait." He responded. "If my muse isn't feeling their best, then I won't be able to write at my full potential—" He brought your hand up to place a kiss on the back of it. "—so...you have to get better soon, my love."
Sebastian
Similar to Elliot, he's dropping all of his work to focus his time on you. Even if he has a deadline on one of his projects, if working on that project means that he'll be distracted from taking care of you, then he's not doing it.
While Elliot's the type to give you tea, make light snacks, and play music for you. Sebastian would be different in the sense that he'd try to continue to have you do the things that you love. If you ask him to get you a small sweet treat, then he'll do it, if you want to play video games? All of a sudden, he's booting up the console, etc., etc.
Sebastian will want you to rest per the doctor's orders, but he won't try to baby you in a sense(?). He knows that you can take care of yourself, that you're far harderier than he is, so if he sees you walking around doing something? He won't immediately panic.
But, you will notice him hovering around a bit to make sure that the second you need assistance? He's right there to help you.
And in the case of you wanting to get some fresh air during a conveniently rainy day where frogs come out? Sebastian will be right there at your side, both with an umbrella as well as some tissues and your medicine.
Even though you're sick, he'd still want you to do the things that you love. Even the small things outside of medicine can be helpful.
♡ - You had been cooped up in the house for the last three days. You've been begging for a day like this to come, an excuse to get out of the house and get some much-needed fresh air.
When Harvey had told you that the sick feeling you've been having for a while now wasn't natural...you nearly panicked, thinking the worst until you decided to take a trip to the Wizard's Tower to see if he could provide any information on your illness to which...he did, your illness was nothing more than the side effect of being exposed to too many Shadow People, their bodies emitting a natural poisonous gas that's otherwise not serious unless it's a repeated exposure.
Thus, for the last few days, per the Wizard's and Harvey's orders. You've been stuck inside, your husband Sebastian taking care of your every need without so much as a move of hesitation or a word of annoyance as he delivered you soups, water, and other snacks around the clock.
When you told him that you weren't "that sick". Although he'd state that he understood, he still warned you that it was still best to do what you recommended to make sure the poison didn't last for too much longer in your system. You were thankful that he cared...your love for him grew even more when he announced that he'd take a break from work in order to really focus on you, do everything that you liked and loved to make sure that you felt better quicker. Being inside the house...especially on a day like this?
It didn't matter to you that today was a little gloomier than usual. The sound of the gentle pitter-patter of the rainfall against the ground and the way it created small puddles and tiny splashes on the lake's surface...you couldn't help but be happy nonetheless. Each breath you took was deep and appreciative, happy exhales leaving through your mouth at the soothing smell of the rain as you sat underneath a tree, watching the frogs swim around in the lake as they were clearly overjoyed at the weather.
Yet, as you silently watched a frog swim up to the bank in front of you, slowly crawling out to then stare up at you...suddenly, the occasional drops against your shoulders stopped completely. You didn't even have to look behind you before you grumbled to yourself. "If you're going to try to convince me to go back to the farmhouse to 'rest some more,' then save it—"
"I'm just here to watch the frogs with you," Sebastian responded before he stood a little closer behind you, enough so that you were able to rest your back against his legs. You craned your head to look up at your husband, eyes already narrowed in suspicion. After all, he was the one who was constantly suggesting that you rest some more! Practically following Doctor Harvey's advice to the letter. The fact that your husband cared so much...although it was obvious that he would, it nonetheless made you want to crack a smile. However, you weren't bedbound; you weren't someone who liked being in the home all day! You needed air.
"I thought you were the one who was constantly urging me to rest."
"...I still am." Your husband murmured before he fished out a bunch of tissues from his hoodie's pocket and handed them to you. "But...I still want you to be happy." He added on. "I- When I saw that you were gone, I...I suppose I knew that I may have been too worried over you. I wasn't trying to make you feel like a prisoner." He said.
"I should know better than anyone what it's like to feel cramped up in a room all day."
You blew your nose before resting more of your weight against him, Sebastian finally looking from the lake and down at you. He knew that your illness wasn't completely serious, that you were still able to do a lot of things and get around fine, but...as your husband. He was always going to worry over you, do what he could to protect his spouse. However, he never wanted you to feel as if he was trying to exert any control over your life; he knew you valued your freedom and ability to do things on your own. Similar to himself. "Sorry—"
You interrupted him with a chuckle, briefly resting your cheek against him before looking back to the lake, more frogs than ever creating different vocalizations. "Just watch the frogs with me."
Sam
I can see Sam still being somewhat goofy(?) even when you're sick.
Like Sebastian, I think he'd have the mentality as well that if you're not terribly sick, then he doesn't see the reason why you can't have a little fun as well! Who wants to be cooped up inside a sick room all day, after all?
But let's say you have a serious illness like the flu.
Sam would be the type who wouldn't mind getting sick himself so long as he's able to stay next to you and take care of your every need. If you say that you're cold, then he'll be there to cuddle you from behind and let you sleep on him, if you're bored all of a sudden, then he'll turn on any movie you want and watch it with you until the very end.
And although he's not the best cook, you can bet that he's rushing back to his mom's place as fast as he can to ask Jodi to make you something so that you're able to eat! He knows that frozen pizza isn't exactly what you need right about now. Nothing but soup, other light foods, and water, according to the doctor!
All in all? Sam would be wayyyy clingier than he usually is on a normal day.
Even though you're sick, that won't stop him from wanting to be close to you, only leaving when he needs to get you something to make you feel better.
♡ - Today was a gloomy day.
For the last week or so, you've been bedridden per Doctor Harvey's orders, forced to stay inside to make sure that your illness didn't run the risk of getting any worse. And although it was nothing more than a particularly bad case of the flu...the sight of the very world outside being just as gloomy as the inside of your room made you quieter than usual, your eyes nearly hazing over as you stared blankly at the open window.
He knew he should've closed it.
Silently, Sam hugged you tighter to his chest, uncaring of the fact that you were ill. If the entire day was going to be like this, no sunlight to help you be happier...then he supposed that he would just have to step in for the sunlight and make you feel better without it! If he was already decently good at filling in for you and taking care of the animals, learning to handle the expenses and the likes to make sure that you were getting as much rest as possible...then surely, he could do this.
"Y/N." Sam softly spoke to you as he tucked his face into the side of your neck, breathing in the combined scent of your soft bodywash and the smell of the freshly cleaned bedsheets. "Want to watch a movie?" He asked. "I have my phone on me! We can watch an action movie, a comedy, or even some episodes of that show you were talking about!" When you didn't immediately respond, Sam nearly had a mind to think that you had fallen asleep in his hold, if it weren't for the way that you slowly moved your head to look back at him.
And the look you had...it nearly broke his heart. You looked tired and weak, your nose runny, and your face a little pale. "You...you shouldn't be this close to me, y'know?" You spoke, your voice a little raspier than usual as Sam briefly untangled himself from around you to grab a few tissues from the nightstand. He answered you with a chuckle as he wiped at your nose. "How many times are you going to keep saying that?" He snorted. "Even if you're sick, I like being around you. I don't wanna be banished to sleep on the couch just because you have the sniffles!"
You huffed. "It's more than just the sniffles, Sam."
"I know."
"And you can get sick."
"I know."
You sighed, finding just enough energy to untangle his arms from around you so that you were able to flip your body over to glare at him. "It's not fun being sick, Sam!" You raspily exclaimed. "I don't want to see you sick." He responded by kissing the tip of your nose, flashing you a toothy grin in response. "I won't get sick! I'm actually pretty healthy—unless it's allergy season!" Despite your rising blush, you rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh, gently pushing away Sam's face when he leaned in to kiss you again.
"I'm being serious." You insisted. "I...I don't like the idea of you being sick, Sam. I'm fine sleeping by myself; besides, it's gloomy in here."
The edges of the blonde's lips nearly twitched into a frown, disheartened that you thought that a case of you having the flu would be enough to make him disgusted by you, to make him want to be away from you. But, no matter how many times he'd have to repeat himself...he'd show you time and time again that he was here for you, your personal ray of sunlight, even when things were gloomy. "I don't care about getting sick." He responded with as much sincerity as he could muster up. "Get me sick, make me have a runny nose for the rest of my life, even! Just...so long as I get to continue to be around you, I don't mind. I swear."
You watched as he fished his phone out from underneath his pillow, tapping the screen a couple of times before he showed you your favorite show on Netflix. "Sooooo...do you want to watch your show with me?"
You rolled your eyes, scoffing at your husband's stubborn nature but you nonetheless flipped onto your stomach along with him, watching Sam prop up a pillow so that you both were able to see the screen. As much as you didn't want to imagine him having what you had...you were grateful nonetheless that he still wanted to be so close to you.
Alex
Okay, at the risk of getting a hint bit of flak here. I feel that, while Alex wouldn't leave you to be sick on your own, he definitely wouldn't want to be around you for the sake of his own health.
It's nothing born out of thinking you're disgusting. Don't doubt it for a second and think that he's not genuinely concerned for your health! It's more so that— he sees how runny your nose is.
He sees how you threaten to cough out your lungs and have watery eyes. You complain about headaches as well as the fact that you're both too hot and too cold, one moment you're throwing off the blankets and then the next you're tugging them back onto you!
While he'd definitely do his part to make sure that you're taking your prescribed medicines and the likes, it's all done with a foot long pole.
After all, he doesn't want to get sick himself!
But he'll definitely send you all his love from afar!
Funny headcanon of Alex being a germaphobe—something to think about ngl
♡ - "You're such a germaphobe, Alex!" You shouted at the top of your lungs from within the confines of your bedroom.
For the last few days, from the other side of your bedroom door. Alex had been slipping all your things, food, medicine, and all the other likes underneath the crack, alongside an apologetic letter. Not because the two of you had a nasty argument, though, but simply because you were sick! For the first day, you had thought that it was funny, watching your husband avoid you like the plague, all because you had a particularly bad case of the cold!
But when day two came around? You were beginning to feel the effects of your "separation".
"Come back in here!" You shouted as loud as you possibly could without accidentally letting a wheezy cough follow behind your words. "I'm not even that sick!" There was a long pause, yet, based on the fact that Alex had just slipped a sandwich underneath the door. You knew that the was still there, hovering around, until you slipped an empty plate underneath. "I know you're there!"
"I'm not trying to get sick with you!" Alex responded.
You huffed. "Didn't you say 'In sickness and in health' on our wedding day? I'm sick, get in here!"
"I can support you from behind a door! Who said we both have to get sick?! Someone has to be up and about making food and taking care of things!" You groaned as you let your entire body fall back against the pillow. It was usually your job to be the reasonable one, to talk Alex out of doing things from time to time, but...in this case? You didn't know how much you were liking the fact that Alex was being the more sensible one, the one telling you 'no' to something when all your husband did was spoil you with attention and affection! being cramped up in the bedroom while he took the couch felt like some form of torture, and although it hadn't been long...you were beginning to get bored with watching internet videos all by yourself.
Suddenly, though, Alex knocked on the door before you could hear him sighing heavily. "I'm...sorry, for not being around you right now while you're sick. I'll make it up to you, okay?" The sound of sadness beginning to enter Alex's voice plucked at your heartstrings, making you feel bad for pressuring him, no matter how playful it was in the beginning. "It's fine," You quickly answered with a sigh of your own. "I wasn't trying to pressure you." You added on. "I just...I just miss you, I hate sleeping by myself, and I hate being stuck in the bedroom all day."
"Just a few more days, Y/N—" As you heard Alex slide down the door, you looked at the sandwich that still sat on your lap in front of you before you began to slowly take bite after bite, reaching over to the cup of water next to the bed in between your eating before you eventually finished. And as you set your plate on the nightstand to be handled later...you suddenly thought of an idea, both to alleviate your boredom as well as hang out with your husband despite him being on the other side of the door.
"Cards?" You chuckled at Alex's confused tone when you had sent him the game from your phone.
"I'm bored."
"Obviously," Your husband snickered. "I don't know how to play."
"Neither do I." It was your turn first; you made the first move. "But I'm a quick learner. Especially if it means winning." Those words sparked Alex's competitive spirit, a grin coming onto his face as he did his best to understand how to play. After all, whether you were sick or in perfectly good health, he planned to make you work for your victory!
Harvey
Expect your illness to be gone within two to three business days.
The second you state that you're feeling slightly under the weather, even if it's a slight headache or the sniffles. I feel like Harvey would immediately urge you to rest and would give you the best medicines he has in stock.
Soup and water around the clock, cold and headache medicine, and checking your temperature every so often. He's going all out even if he finds out that it's just a case of the common cold!
But, even despite all that, the second that you say that you don't want to take any medicines or eat any soup, and that you just want his attention and cuddles—the patient, his lovely partner, is always right.
You can bet your bottom dollar that he's hopping right into bed, turning on your favorite show or movie, and letting your head rest on your chest while rubbing circles into your back, gently whispering and wishing for you to get better so that he can see you be your usual bubbly self again.
♡ - Had you not been so sick. You would've had a mind to burst out laughing at how much Harvey was being a busybody over your sick form.
The moment you told him you had a stomachache, although he still allowed you to have your space under the guise of hoping that it was something mild concerning what you may have eaten. The moment you suddenly began throwing up and experiencing chills? Harvey wasted no time all of a sudden to bring different medicines from his clinic and back home. Although he didn't like seeing you sick as a loving husband, from the perspective of a doctor? Harvey hated it.
As he checked your temperature around the clock, he gave you medicine after medicine to alleviate your symptoms and did the work of making sure you were eating the right things to not make you feel any worse. He constantly wondered to himself as to what he could've done beforehand to help you avoid this situation altogether! With how much of your time the farm needed from you on a day-to-day basis, he could see how you were beginning to fidget from being in bed all day.
But, for the sake of his spouse? He was willing to be a little strict with you if it meant you'd be better sooner than later.
Much to your slight annoyance, of course. "Do I really have to take this medicine, Harvey?" You groaned, your head falling back against the pillow as you watched your husband walk in with yet another brown bottle in one hand and a spoon in another. "I feel fine! No more sniffles, coughing, or randomly getting up to throw up!" As Harvey set medicine down on the nightstand, he only answered you with that familiar, serious look that he only had when he was addressing you as a doctor more than a husband.
"Harvey."
He sighed. "This is for your health, Y/N. It's to ensure that you won't have any more symptoms."
"But I don't have any! I'm totally fine!" When Harvey continued to look at you, unconvinced, you decided to answer by turning your head to the side as a physical sign of your rejection of the medicine he was offering you. Something that your husband could only meet with a quiet huff before he slowly let his eyes roam over your form.
Unlike earlier in the week, you didn't have an unnatural, sickly look to your skin tone. You weren't sweating as much either, and your arms weren't clenching at your stomach anymore as if you were trying to will your body not to hurl up your insides. You looked...completely normal, something that he hadn't taken the time to check in on due to how busy he was panicking over you.
At the realization, Harvey couldn't help but look to the side to hide a quickly rising blush. "You done panicking over me?" You said once you turned your head back to face your husband, struggling to withhold a giggle when you spotted how red the tips of his ears were. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"It's fine." You laughed. "I knew what I was getting into when I married a doctor, but...if you really want to make me feel better—" At your dramatic pause, Harvey looked back at you with an adorable tilt of his head. "—you can get in bed with me so we can watch our show." You smiled. "We missed an episode." Without a twitch of hesitation or a word of concern for your well-being, Harvey let out a sigh as he turned to put on some more comfortable clothes being getting on his side of the bed next to you, muttering shy murmurs of apology into your neck as he cuddled closer to you.
And to be frank, as you flipped open your computer to search for you and Harvey's favorite show to binge...you were already over the matter, simply content to be able to cuddle close to your husband once again rather than having him constantly dart from place to place out of worry.
Shane
On one hand, I feel like he wouldn't know what to do? The moment you say that you're sick, he'll be worried, of course, but he knows that you're way tougher and more resilient than he is, so he wouldn't be too worried.
But on the other hand, if you showed signs of having a serious illness, he's definitely going to take you to the clinic first before going into 'Nurse Shane' mode.
Suddenly, his usual nights of going to the saloon have been put on a stark hold to make sure that he's around you 24/7.
He's not much of a cook, but he'll take the time to search up easy-to-digest foods for you to eat, as well as make sure that you're drinking plenty of fluids and keeping your temperature stable.
Once he's done all that, though? He'll hop straight into bed with you.
Any voices of concern from you that go along the lines of "I don't want you to get sick, sleep somewhere else, Shane," are met with a gruff response of "I don't care about me right now, I'll stay with you until you're feeling better."
And tbh, there's not too much you can do to try and convince him to do otherwise.
♡ - For the last hour or so, Shane had been laying right next to you in bed, your body dragged close into his own all on account of the words you whispered to him. "It's cold. Don't go anywhere."
And since then? He had stayed put.
Your illness had started around a day ago, but the rate at which it got worse terrified both him and Harvey when Shane rushed over to his clinic to tell him about how you were doing. 'Stomach flu,' is what Harvey told both of you, though you were too out of it from throwing up constantly to really tell what was being said. That was fine, but...Shane was a worrywart, even now, he thought that the doctor's diagnosis of what you had came down with was nothing but a heap of bull. But, it wasn't like he could neither run down to the clinic to give Harvey some choice words or bear to leave your side when you needed him the most.
So, Shane just lied there, content with petting your head as he listened to the soft sounds of your snores. With how peaceful you were snoring, he was tempted to fall asleep himself, that is...just as he was beginning to close his eyes, he heard the telltale signs of you beginning to wake up. A sniffle here and a soft groan there, whatever bits of sleepiness were beginning to wash over him were snuffed away in an instant as Shane prepared himself to dart up from bed and do whatever you may have asked him to do.
But you hadn't done anything of the sort. You only blinked the sleep from your eyes a couple of times before looking up at Shane through your lashes and proceeding to tuck yourself closer to him, inhaling the natural smell of him as a peaceful sigh, then left you. "Feelin' better?" Shane dared to break the comfortable silence, his words met with a slow shake of your head.
"...Aren't you worried about getting sick?" You mumbled into his chest.
'Is the stomach flu even contagious?' He wondered.
Nonetheless, he shook his head. "You need me, so I'm here." He answered. "I don't care about gettin' sick. Think I've had to have built up some type of resistance from drinkin' so much." You rolled your eyes at his response, meeting his words with a weak slap against his arm. The fact that you had enough energy to respond like that at all...Shane couldn't help but crack a smile before hugging you tighter. "Wonder if you'll have that same attitude if you get the stomach flu."
He cringed at the thought of vomiting, although a familiar feeling...doing so because of the stomach flu? Especially when he saw how frequently you vomited? He figured that he would much rather avoid that type of situation. "I hope you don't, though." You added on with a sigh. "It's not fun."
"I can tell."
The two of you fell into silence once more, each of you focusing on the breathing of the other, before you eventually broke the silence once more via a drawn-out yawn before attempting to tuck yourself impossibly closer to Shane. Although you still felt queasy...the fact that Shane was still by your side, not making any moves to try and move away from you or put some distance between the two of you, made you feel exponentially better.
Suddenly, Shane began to rub circles into your back. "Go back to sleep, Harvey said rest is the best way for you to get better." He suddenly commented. "I'll be here." He added on, your eyes getting heavier and heavier until Shane snorted at the sound of your soft snores, not even a few minutes later. He'd stay for an hour or two more and then get up to make both of you something to eat. But for now...he was warmed at the feeling of his heart growing, enraptured by the sight of your peaceful sleeping face.
Hi! If you're still willing, I'd love to see a Sebastian fic (it's never too late to celebrate) where him and the (f) farmer get high. Can totally be spicy if you'd like, whatever you're feeling! x
Sorry this took so long! I absolutely love this idea! Fluffy Sebastian x gn!reader coming right up! :) tw: w33d obviously lol
You take a deep breath of the crisp night air as you stare up above you. You still can't believe you're here on a blanket in the middle of your farm staring up at the night sky. With him. It feels like a dream.
"Do you ever feel like you don't belong?"
Your eyes widen a tad as you turn your head to look over at Sebastian, his long bangs gently swaying in the breeze that's started to pick up. And despite the very serious question, you start to laugh.
His head whips to you, his cheeks quickly going from pale to pink in a second. "Hey! What's so funny?" he whines, his voice going up an octave.
You quickly settle down. "Sorry...edibles make me loopy," you explain with yet another giggle. He lets out a huff and turns his head back up towards the stars. You notice he's trying to hold in his laughter as well though. A smile comes to your face.
"Not necessarily," you start to answer his question. "I think that...no matter who someone is, what they're like, how they think...I believe that everyone has a place in the world. Sometimes it just takes people a little longer to find it," you finish explaining, following his gaze to the stars.
He hums and you notice him nodding in the corner of your eyes. "That's cool..." he says softly.
You chuckle yet again. "What about you?" you return.
He's silent for a long moment, the sound of frogs and crickets and cicadas filling your ears with their symphony. "I used to think I was an alien. There was no way I could be from this small little town. I thought there was no way I was destined to stay here for the rest of my life..." You frown at that but remain quiet, letting him finish his thoughts. "It's just...no one really understands me. Sam does, but he likes living here. I've always wanted to escape Pelican Town to find something greater, to find a better purpose in life."
You let out a small sigh and turn on your side to face him, studying the side of his face. Guess this meant he was still planning on leaving town after all. You've had a crush on Sebastian for months, but since day one you've known where he stands, with you and Pelican Town. He wants independence and a different career path. A new life far far away from you and this tiny town.
"That is until I met you anyway..." Your jaw drops open a bit at this revelation. Your eyes meet his when he copies your position, his hand now resting beside yours in between your chests. "You came here not knowing anyone or anything and just...thrived. You've made a name for yourself and...it's just...amazing."
Ah, you see. Ha, not at all where you were hoping that was going, but better than nothing at all. You let out a sheepish chuckle, unused to so much direct praise that isn't from the mayor. "Nah, it's nothing, really. You just throw some seeds on the ground and make sure they stay wet. Oh, and I guess make sure the animals get fed. But that's pretty much it, nothing crazy."
The corner of his eyes crease even further than they already are when he smiles at your response. "And you're still as humble as ever, I see," he teases. You roll your eyes, turning your gaze to watch as a firefly dances past you. Oh, guess they're starting to come out finally.
"I'm not humble, just honest," you dismiss.
"Don't act like what you do isn't hard work. Especially for someone doing it alone."
You shrug with one shoulder, turning your eyes back to his to find him still staring at you. The whites of his eyes are red, matching the hue his cheeks were not too long ago. he brought his bong with him, but he hasn't taken a hit from it in quite a while.
"I manage," you reassure with a smile.
He hums, reaching his hand up to brush a leaf off your arm that had fallen from a tree nearby. "I could help, you know..."
Your brow raises at his offer, wondering where that was coming from. "You don't have to do that. I know you've got plenty of things on your plate. Besides, if you help me, I'll become used to having a helper. So that wouldn't be any good for me once you leave."
He licks his lips before pressing them together, seemingly mulling something over. "What if I don't leave?" he whispers.
Your heart skips a beat.
"What?" you whisper back, unsure if you heard him right. Right, you're just way too high right now, that's all.
"I want to stay here in town. With you," he whispers, losing his nerve and shifting his eyes away from yours. You notice his eyes have settled on your hand next to his.
"Well, that's mighty kind of you, but we can still be friends no matter where you move to. I have friends back home that I still talk to all the time," you reassure, your head feeling heavier as time goes by. How much of the edible did you eat? A giggle escapes you at your thoughts. Oh well.
"No..." he mumbles. He has a furrow in his brow that you've become quite accustomed to. He suddenly sits up on his elbow, bringing his head to hover over your own. Your breath catches in your throat, your head turning to face his only for his breath to mingle with your own.
"I meant...I want to be with you. Here, in town, where ever, really," he whispers with a smirk.
Oh. "Oh..." is what leaves you in a breath. You clear your throat to try again. "Um, yes, sure, okay," you reply oh so eloquently. He chuckles which makes you laugh too.
"Good," he replies just as he leans down to connect his lips with yours. You let your eyes slip closed, enjoying the kiss you've been imagining for months now.
You could get used to this.
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the marriage candidates and if they're a big spoon or little spoon. (or if they don't have a preference/prefer a different form of cuddling)
this isn't by favoritism btw im just writing these down as i think of the people
* shane: little spoon. something about him makes me wanna wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck, yk? maybe draw circles on his stomach with your finger.
* sam: despite his massive height, hes a little spoon. he absolutely loves being held. can & will sit in your lap. it's like those really huge dogs who sit on their person's lap because they think they're a small little puppy and obviously you let them because it's adorable.
* sebastian: BIG SPOON. he's short but that doesn't stop him. if you're taller than him, he will cling like a backpack. LOVE to bury his face in your shoulder blades . also loves it when people lay on his chest.
* alex: i think he doesn't really like spooning, he likes to lay his head on your shoulder or lap. if you start playing with his hair or massaging his back? it's over for him. literal puddle.
* elliott: i think he's open to both. doesn't really matter - it's up to you. he'll happily do whatever you like, you want to be spooned? got it. you want to spoon him? got it. also likes to lay his head on your stomach - thinks the gurgles sound like the ocean and it's calming to him.
* harvey: tough. i think he's very shy about physical affection - even if you two have been together for x number of years - and he often prefers to sit side by side, his arm around your waist or shoulders. he loves back hugs tho. like you come in from the farm and go into the kitchen, harvey is gonna walk in and wrap his arms around you. if he's taller than you, he'd definitely rest his chin on your head & ask you about your day.
* abigail: oh, big spoon for sure. she's so self assured & powerful. when she spoons you, she feels like she's protecting you & it's honestly very sweet. also she's a big kisser. when you two cuddle, you will be covered in little smooch marks.
* leah: i honestly think she'd be a little spoon. *i saw someone say that leah's ex partner always forced her to be the big spoon and that's why she'd hate it. i'll try to link their post if i find it* she would also enjoy it if you laid on her lap, however.
* penny: both. she'd be more likely to be the little spoon though. i also feel like she loves to face you & bury her face in the crook of your neck, maybe run her fingers through your hair as she listens to you talk about your day.
* maru: little spoon. she just loves to lay in your arms and fidget with your fingers. bonus points if you let her ramble about her newest inventions. oh and gently kiss her shoulders. she would love that.
* haley: Big Spoon. i think - after you get to know her - haley is very affectionate. not pda, just private affection between the two of you. she absolutely loves when you lay in her arms. if you face her, she'll smile softly and run her fingers through your hair, telling you how beautiful/handsome/gorgeous you are. lots of forehead kisses are in bound.
* emily: honestly? i think emily would be either. she absolutely loves cuddling, but can sometimes be overwhelmed by physical affection. i also think she'd like it if you laid directly on top of her while you cuddled - kind of like a living weighted blanket. if she gets overwhelmed, she will wrap herself in a blanket and lightly lean against you
i tried my best to keep these the same length but Some people *glaring* wouldn't stop making ideas come into my head.
also i see why people usually do these in 2 parts there's so many tag options oh my god
Stardew Valley
Elliot x F! reader.
Synopsis: You and Elliot have been dating for a few months now. Being the romantic he is, Elliot went all out for the woman he loves of this special holiday.
Warning: n/a
Valentine's day was approaching. Everyone with a partner in the valley was practically buzzing with excitement, speculating what plans their loved ones have planned for them and sharing what they themselves have planned. It was sweet. You had never really had a valentines day that was more than a 'fancy' (chili's) dinner and sex right after. Not that you hated that, it just wasn't anything magical. You were very happy to have probably the most loving boyfriend you ever had to spend the holiday with this year. Thinking about your time together, you started preparing you gifts for your man.
In his cabin, Elliot was busy at work making Valentine's preparations. He has always wanted to go above and beyond for his love and now was his chance. How could he not celebrate the greatest person he has ever met? You're the woman who changed his life, became his muse, inspired him to finish his novel! He got up extra early to begin preparing, going as far as to travel to Zuzu City to get supplies for today. After hours and hours of work, it was almost time to pick you up at the farm for the big night. Elliot walked over to his mirror, made some final adjustment to his outfit, and he was off.
Just as you finished up putting yourself together, there was a knock on the door. "Coming!" You put on your shoes and headed to the door. You were greeted with you devilishly handsome boyfriend. He was wearing a play on his normal attire. A sleek red blazer, a white button down, a vibrant green tie that paired nicely with his matching slacks and a pair of dress shoes. As you were taking him in, he was admiring you just as much. You decided you wear a beautifully fitted red dress that showed of all your best assets and a pair white heels that extenuated your legs. He wanted to drink you up, but he resisted like the gentleman he is. "My darling, you look incredible. Like a work of art." He took you hand in his and kissed it leaving you a blushing mess. "You look so handsome my dear." You replied, walking up close to him to give him a proper kiss. Elliot composed himself. You were not making it easy to control himself. He extended his arm to you. "Shall we?" You accepted him arm and you both headed off towards his home.
Arriving to his shack, he leads you in an you notices the lengths he went to celebrate your relationship tonight. Candles decorated the room, flower petals trailing around the room, the table set with a lavish meal, and the ting that impressed you the most, a bouquet of white lilies, apple blossoms, baby's breath, red camellia, honeysuckle, and of course, red roses. Elliot had told you about the language of flowers after researching it for his book. After this, you two would use this language to send each other meaningful messages. You were speechless. You turned to Elliot and captured him in an emotional hug. "You didn't have to do all of this. Thank you so much. I love you." Elliot pull back from the hug and locks his eyes onto yours. "I would walk to the ends of the earth if it would make you smile. This is nothing." You both laughed at his cheesiness.
"Now I feel like my gift to you is dumb." You looked at the ground feeling embarrassed. "You don't have to give me anything princess. You being here is plenty." Before you could worry much more over it, you handed him a carefully wrapped box. He opened it up to reveal a few bottles of squid ink. Now was Elliot's turn to be speechless. You worried he hated it so you started rambling. "I'm sorry. I know it's lame. I just remembered you mentioning when you got to try writing with squid ink but couldn't keep doing it due to the rarity and expense so I thought I'd raise some squid on my farm and-" Before you could realize it, Elliot and set down the gift and captured your lips. The kiss was filled with with so much love and adoration for you. It almost brought you to your knees. "Y/N, this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. You truly are the best thing to happen to me."
After that, you both headed to the table to eat. You had complimented his cooking, surprised at how good it was considering Elliot claimed to be a terrible chef. Sheepishly, Elliot admitted to having Gus cater your dinner. It didn't matter at all to you though. Just the amount of thought put into the night was enough to solidify this is the man you were meant to spend your life with. The love and care he has shown you time and time again only supported this. After your incredible dinner, Elliot put a record on the vinyl and you two danced for a while. It felt perfect. Everything felt perfect with him. Swaying in his arms, you couldn't imagine anywhere else you'd rather be than here with him.
❀ Prologue/summary: You get caught up in your thoughts while partaking in some spring cleaning with Elliot, sharing a fleeting heartwarming moment together reminds you how you gradually grew to truly love him.
❀ Pairing(s): SDV Elliot x gn! reader (married)
❀ Themes: intimate, teeth-rotting fluff with your favorite writer, reader is overly head-over-heels for this man.
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You and Elliot have little to no words on seldom days such as this one, yet the silence is always oddly comfortable. Maybe it’s because you both know that with your especially busy schedule on the farm, sometimes just savoring the presence of one another is enough.
“El, did you bring the boxes that were behind the kegs? It’s been so long I forgot what’s even in them..”
You lean away from the drawer in front of you which previously had your attention, to glance at your husband from over your shoulder.
He looked so gorgeous, which you would usually be too embarrassed to admit to his face.. but nonetheless, it’s truly a sight to behold. The sun does wonders to his features even when it peeks through such a minuscule crack in the curtain. Or- maybe he’s simply just so handsome it has nothing to do with the sun at all? You shook your head to wave away your train of thought, almost thinking your love-struck attitude toward him after all this time is beginning to sound ridiculous.
“I’m sorting through them right now dear. They’re full of prizes you won last year at the fair. Some hats you’ll probably never wear, although I do believe they still would be adorable on you.” he replied with a small smile.
You avert your eyes from him while he places the mentioned stupid-looking fedora on your head, warmth quickly rushes to your cheeks at his teasing behavior.
“You’re gonna get dust on me.” You scoffed, taking the hat off and brushing away remnants of it from your hair.
You were just about to continue with your rant before your words were caught up in your throat by the sweet sound of his laugh, Its lovely tune reverberating throughout the quiet room. How can a tedious task such as cleaning make your heart feel so full?
Elliot lets out another hearty chuckle and retrieves it from your hand, adding it to the pile of other items that probably won’t see any use soon.
“Is something the matter?” He asks in response after taking note of your sudden stiffness, shaking you out of your dazed state.
“El..I hope I can always make you happy.” You muttered quietly, barely above a whisper. If it wasn’t for the small space and lack of background noise, you’re sure he wouldn’t have heard a thing. “That’s all.”
You wanted more than anything for fleeting moments like these to last forever, for the happiness you both share to be protected in the valley for all of eternity. He was the part of you that you always felt like you were missing in the city, your chronic longing finally satiated the day you exchanged greetings with the well-spoken writer.
“You’ve offered me all that I can ask for and more.” He reassures you, taking your hand into his own and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
His gentleness and sentimental nature have always been what gravitated you to him. In the past, you wouldn’t even notice it until you were already trudging the sand at his doorstep…even if you had a delivery to make to someone else that day.
“Ah, (y/n)! Did you come all this way to see me?”
He would always answer the door and welcome you into his modest abode, delighted to share with you his literary progress or to play you a new tune he learned on the piano. He was so lovely it felt surreal, and you slowly found yourself really looking forward to your visits to the long-haired gentleman. Although, It was only a matter of time until you learned that he was just as excited to see you too.
You’re at a loss for words as he rubs soothing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, patiently waiting for you to return to him from your reminiscent thoughts. Small affectionate gestures like that tend to remind you that you’re in good hands. It really makes you question if this man right here, is actually the man that you had the privilege to marry. That you are his, and he is, just as happy to be yours.
“…Even for me, I cannot find words to describe the adoration I hold for you, (y/n).” You tune back into his words, watching Elliot’s gaze on you soften. His usual calm complexion melts into a subtle lovesick grin, causing his cheeks to begin to match your same hue of rosy pink.
Oh..just how on earth did you get so lucky?
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unlike the previous ask, i am NOT sorry for enabling the shane brainrot and i am 100% encouraging it; i feel like shane just gives the BEST hugs and is so warm??? And even though hes not super tall or imposing, you just feel so safe with him?
when Jas has a nightmare or is sick she always wants to sleep in shane’s bed and his comfort, and this continues with his own children. He can he insecure about his “dad bod” sometimes but his lil bit of belly squish is simply SO comfortable its impossible not to want to cuddle him at all times
God your so right, I just know this mans the comfiest motherfucker alive to snuggle with
Shane cuddles
He’s absolutely the comfiest man to hug
Literally so soft
He runs warm so you’ll always have something to snuggle up to in the winter
Also steal his sweater, it feeds his desire for others to know your his and its comfy cozy so it’s a win win
Jas does lay claim to him when she’s sick or has a nightmare but that’s cool
You totally get it, he’s a very big source of comfort for the small child and you love helping him take care of her when she isn’t feeling well
This leads to a lot of sleepovers at the farm with jas
He has to be touching you in some way when y’all are asleep
Weather that’s ankles, hands or full on human weighted blanket snuggles
It’s a comfort thing, so he knows your actually there and not going to leave him at a moments notice
Good luck prying your way out of his arms to go pee in the middle of the night though
He’s got a strong grip
Will hold you from behind when your at the counter and just rest his head on top of yours, or your shoulder
If your taller then him he still does this but his head lays on your back instead
hello! i noticed you write for sdv. could i request an Elliot x gn reader? if you don't want to write it thats okay! thank you!
Pressures of Success
pairing : elliott x farmer reader
tags : hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader
author’s note : I do write sdv, and I adore Elliott! Thank you for your request, anon! I hope you enjoy! <3
Elliott felt like he truly found his place. He had made amazing connections, found inspiration, and even found someone that he cherished more than anything. He had always been afraid that the move to Pelican Town wasn’t the right choice, but as time went on, he finally felt like he belonged among the people in the small town.
However, after the release of his first novel, things between himself and the farmer changed. Not by any fault of the farmer, rather, he’d began to neglect spending time with them.
It wasn’t exactly something Elliott wanted to do— however he felt an immense amount of pressure. His first novel was successful, and he wanted to live up to the popularity of his first release. He had an audience he wanted to please. Despite that, he hit a wall in creativity, so he shut himself into his cabin, playing piano and writing any ideas that came to mind, obsessively revising and editing any form of a draft he came up with— but no matter what he wrote, he felt that it lacked the passion of his first novel. He had no clue what he was missing and it was driving him up the wall.
He sat hunched over a messy desk, covered in ink smudges, crumpled rough drafts and a stack of papers from his most recent draft. He groaned in frustration, he had been holed up in his cabin for about a week now. It had been raining, plus he was far too focused on writing to even attempt to interrupt his process with anything else aside from basic necessities.
He was about to pick up his pen again until he heard a light knock at the door, a pattern he instantly recognized. He got up, side stepping around any stray papers before opening the door. The farmer looked at him, their eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of him, before quickly frowning upon seeing the condition he was in. Elliott cleared his throat before meeting their eyes.
“What brings you to my abode, (y/n)? I’m quite busy at the moment, so I hope that it’s important.” Elliott stated simply. The farmer stood, glancing to the side. They tightened their grip on their umbrella, their other hand tucked behind their back.
“I just wanted to check in on you. I had an off day today, the animals are alright, and no need to water crops when it rains. I haven’t seen you in a while! I wanted to make sure you were okay.” (y/n) expressed, the concern showing clearly in their face. Elliott gave a soft smile in response.
“I appreciate your concern. I’m all right. Just at a bit of a block in creativity with my second novel. I can handle a bit of writer’s block though.” Elliott assured. The farmer gave a dissatisfied hum before scanning his face a bit closely.
“You should take a break to rest, Elliott. You look exhausted. You need to give your mind some time to rest.” (y/n) stated quietly. Elliott gave a sigh and shook his head.
“I’ll be just fine, (y/n). I do appreciate you coming this way though. If all you wanted to do is check in, then you should be on your way back home. I’ll have to get back to writing as well.” Elliott stated. (y/n) tensed up before looking at him.
“Wait! There is one more thing. This year’s Flower Dance is coming up tomorrow. I wanted to know if you’d be attending this year.” (y/n) asked, an air of nervousness in their tone that Elliott couldn’t quite place. He shook his head simply, before giving an apologetic smile.
“I can’t make it this year. I have deadlines to meet with my publisher, and I’m far too busy. Perhaps you can stop by and tell me how it goes. I hate to have to miss it, but this is more important.” Elliott explained. (y/n) deflated at the response and gave a disappointed look before forcing a smile and nodding.
“Yes of course. I understand how important your writing is to you. I shouldn’t keep you from it any longer. I’ll see you again soon! I’ll tell you how the festival goes!” The farmer chided before waving. Elliott closed his door before walking over to his window, glancing curiously at the farmer as they walked away. He saw them clutch whatever they were holding behind their back to their chest before making haste and heading back into town. Elliott made no attempt to consider what it could’ve been before he returned to his desk to continue his writing.
The Flower Dance soon passed and although Elliott missed out, he looked forward to hearing about it from the farmer. He hadn’t spent time with them in a while and in all honesty, he missed it. The pressure of his work had completely shadowed over his life.
However, no matter how much he waited, they didn’t seem to stop by. He chalked it up to them being busy, but after around a week, he began to feel like the farmer was ignoring him. He even went out a few times to the tavern, but the farmer was nowhere to be seen. It began to worry him.
While trying to distract himself with writing, he heard a knock at the door and excitedly shot up to answer it, hoping that it was finally (y/n). When he opened it, however, he was instead met with Leah as opposed to his hoped guest for that day. Though shocked, he invited her in nonetheless.
“What brings you around, Leah?” He asked curiously. She looked at him before averting her eyes away with a sigh.
“The farmer told me why you weren’t attending the festival, and why you’ve been so scarce. You can’t drown yourself in work like this, Elliott. When you’re having a creative block, the best thing is to get away from it for a while. Recharge, yknow? You miss out on a lot of… opportunities if you over stress like you’re doing.” Leah explained. Elliott gave an exasperated sigh and crossed his arms.
“Leah, I truly understand the concern, but I’m doing just fine. I told (y/n) just as much. And missing out on one Flower Dance doesn’t constitute saying that I missed out on a lot of opportunities, I don’t believe.” Elliott defended. Leah groaned dramatically before placing her hands on his shoulders and looking him directly in the eye.
“Yes, yes it does. Because the day that (y/n) came here, they wanted to give you a bouquet AND ask you to be their partner at the Flower Dance but you missed out because you were drowning in work! They were too nice to force an invitation on you because they recognize your passion for writing, not to mention that it felt like a blow to them since they thought their intentions were pretty clear! I only heard about it because I ended up partnering with them at the dance! I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong, but it should’ve been you, Elliott. They wanted it to be you.” Leah explained. Elliott’s eyes widened in shock, all of the words he usually had were completely gone and he was rendered speechless. The avoidance the farmer showed towards him made sense now. They thought he rejected them. Leah awaited a response before continuing.
“They wanted to confess to you, Elliott. I figured you liked them, so I was surprised when I heard that you didn’t even give it second thought. I figured that you were probably too busy minded to even realize what had happened.” Leah muttered and shook her head. Elliott paused, allowing the words to process before throwing on his jacket. He couldn’t allow the avoidance any longer. He was sure he’d be driven mad if he had to go another day without hearing from them and seeing them.
“Do you know where they are? I have to find them— I have to clear this up.” He insisted. Leah laughed a bit before smiling at him.
“They’re at their farm about to go mining. Run and go get them!” Leah cheered and with that, Elliott ran off.
He dashed through town before heading west towards where he knew (y/n)’s farm was and upon arrival, he looked for them. He saw (y/n) walk out of their cabin, mining tools in tow, and they spotted him, eyes wide before they placed their tools down.
Before they could speak, Elliott ran over and pulled them into a tight embrace. (y/n) tensed up before hugging back hesitantly and laughing a bit awkwardly.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, (y/n).” Elliott murmured and the other hummed a bit.
“It’s okay? I think? I’m not sure what you’re apologizing for, Elliott.” (y/n) stated quietly.
“No, it isn’t okay, (y/n). That day when you asked me about the Flower Dance— I should’ve allowed you a chance to state your intentions before I shut you down so quickly. I would’ve dropped all of my drafts if it meant spending the day by your side. Most especially if it meant being yours. The deadlines are important— but that doesn’t mean you aren’t. Not having your presence this week made it even more of a drag. Any previous inspiration I had left when you did.” Elliott expressed to a speechless (y/n). They processed before pulling away. They walked back inside and before Elliott could conclude that he’d been rejected, they returned with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in their hands.
“I appreciate your apology, but there’s no need. I should’ve been more forward. But I suppose there’s no moment like the present. Will you accept these?” They asked with a sheepish smile before handing him the bouquet. The beautiful arrangement expressed the depth of their love and emotion perfectly to Elliott, and he accepted the flowers with a warm smile.
“Thank you. I’d be more than happy to have you by my side. I’m very lucky to be with someone as selfless and kind as you. I hope that I’ll be able to make you just as happy as you make me.” Elliott whispered softly. They looked at him with pure adoration, and Elliott couldn’t help but lean in and kiss them, feeling a rush of joy run through him. (y/n) returned the gesture, placing a gentle hand on his cheek before pulling back with an endearing expression.
“I’m so glad we finally got to do that.” (y/n) said with a small laugh. Elliott nodded in agreement and sat with them on their porch, wanted to savor that moment just a little longer. They leaned against him and in that moment, he felt complete. Color rushed back into the busy and drab world lacking any inspiration that he’d been living in for the past few weeks.
He realized, in that moment, what he had been missing from his second novel that made his first novel so successful. It wasn’t inspiration, time, effort, or ideas.
It was (y/n). He wasn’t sharing the thing he loved most with the person he loved most. He remembered how easily ideas flowed when he read his drafts to the farmer. Their mere presence alone always managed to spark so many emotions and feelings that turned into the true inspiration and passion for writing he honed before.
So, he began to write and spent every weekend reading what he had to (y/n) who always gave him their full attention. The process proved successful, and with the support and love from his farmer, Elliott released his second novel which was just as, if not more successful than the first.
And of course, the he gave credit where due on the dedication page in the beginning of his second book.
To (y/n) who supported and loved me through the entire making of this book, regardless.
