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SDV fic

Eight.

TW: sex, alcohol consumption

I’m tending to my crops, plucking melons from their vines as it’s the end of the season. Occasionally, a cool breeze kisses my cheeks. Fall is almost here. As I’m placing some melons into my shipping bin, I see Alex bounding up the path to my farm. I’m caught off guard when he reaches me so quickly. He’s out of breath, panting. If I were to guess he probably played inside center or maybe outside. More muscle than agility. 

“Hey, Alex,” I say while leaning against my hoe, “what brings you out here?” Alex catches his breath and stands up straight. He grabs me by the waist, pulling me into him, and giving me a passionate kiss. I’m caught off guard but I don’t pull away. Thank Yoba he didn’t do that while I was holding produce. I would’ve been pissed if he made me drop a melon. He pulls away.

“I want you,” he says, still lingering over my lips, “no. I need you.” I laugh a little and pull away. I’ve gotten compliments on my head before but this? He must be kidding. Before I could tell him to run back home, he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. I gasp and grab onto his shoulders. I had to give it to him, the spontaneity was really turning me on. He carries me up onto the porch and kicks my front door in. I’m gonna have to ask Robin to fix that later… He throws me down on my little bed. All the aggression and passion in the room scares Miso outside. He looms over me, undoing his belt and taking off his shirt before attacking me with his lips. He left bite marks from my collar bone down to my thighs. Is he going to return the favor? He rips off my shirt and yanks down my pants so that I’m only in my bra and panties. He kisses my hips and thighs before grabbing the fabric of my panties with his teeth and pulling them down. I shudder, thinking about what he could do with his tongue. He looks up at me and gives me a goofy but adorable grin. I brace myself for pleasure but I’m met with his fingers jamming inside me, moving back and forth. I winced as I definitely wasn’t wet enough for something to be inserted inside me. That, and he was just pumping his fingers inside me, like a makeshift cock. 

“Hey…” I start. He stops and raises his head.

“Something wrong?”

“Could you rub my clit a little? And then when you put your fingers back inside, could you do like a ‘come hither’ motion?” I ask. I feel a little embarrassed asking but if anyone was going to get off today, this needed to be done right. He furrowed his eyebrows together while staring into my cunt. He then turned a soft pink.

“Um… right here?” he asks while rubbing my labia. I know I got a bush going right now but clits stay in the same spot with or without hair around it. I take his hand and direct him to my clit. I’m not trying to embarrass him, just that if he’s also trying to fill the void with sex he should at least know what he’s doing. With or without me. He put slight pressure on my clit which felt good. I let out a little moan. Something then clicks in his brain which brings my hopes up. He then starts rubbing my clit like a DJ to a record. He’s going so fast I fear I’m going to get some sort of rug burn.

“Um, maybe let's try the fingers again?” I can tell he’s getting somewhat frustrated but listens to me and sticks his fingers back in. I feel a little dryer than I was but it’s nothing that I can’t push through. He moves his fingers in the way I told him to earlier. I relax as his fingers push gently against my g-spot and walls. “Yes,” I moan, “just like that.” As soon as it starts to get good, he pulls his fingers out and shoves his cock in. I’m a little disappointed but at least I’m wet enough to take something other than his fingers. He doesn’t try to ease into me but instead attempts to put as much of him as he can into me. I let out a little yelp when he finally gets all of himself inside me. 

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he says. Yea because I’m not fully ready yet. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him pound into me. Every other thrust he hits my g-spot but it’s not enough. I think he notices that I’m not having as much fun as he is and he starts rubbing my clit again in the same fashion as before. I let him keep doing his thing until he pulls out and finishes on my stomach. He slumps on the other side of my bed and I get up to get a towel. I wipe myself off and put my panties back on and return with some water and a snack for both of us. I tossed him the towel as well so he could wipe off his cock. I sit where I was laying before and we sit in silence while drinking our water and eating our snack. 

“So…” I start.

“So…” he copies, “we shouldn’t do that again, right?” I nod. 

“Yea. I don’t think we’re that sexually compatible,” I say. He shakes his head. 

“You’re just on a different level than me,” he says. My eyes widened. Please tell me I haven’t just taken this man's virginity. “You seem like you’ve been around the block a few times, which isn’t a bad thing! But including you, I’ve only had sex with three people,” he says. I sigh in relief. 

“Well,” I start, “so we agree that we shouldn’t keep having sex?” he nods and gives me a small smile. 

“You’re a little intimidating,” he says.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to embarrass or judge you in any way,” I say.

“I know. You’re just cool and really beautiful. It can be intimidating,” he says. I blush a little. 

“This doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends. Honestly, I let my own bad coping mechanisms lead to where we are. I really value our friendship and our talks,” I say. Alex smiles. 

“I kinda came clean to Haley about what happened at the ice cream stand. She thinks it’s good that I have someone to talk to about my mom, someone who can relate to me.”

“But about the sex?”

“Bad idea. And I think we all knew that. But at least we can be mature about this,” he says while getting off the bed and putting his clothes back on. I follow his lead, putting my jeans back on and then my shirt. I find my straw hat that has been tossed on the floor and put it back on.

“It’s a small town, in order to avoid burning bridges you have to be mature,” I say and give him a small peck on the cheek. I walk him out of the farm house and wave goodbye to him as he takes the path back to Pelican town. 

###

After a hard day's work, I enter the saloon, giving Alex a wave as he plays with his dog nearby. I’m grateful that we can stay friends after that whole thing. I sit down at the nearly empty bar.

“Farmer!” Gus says, “haven’t seen you in a while. What brings you in here?” he asks.

“Had a long day, Gus,” I say, “could you fix me a pint and a plate of your delicious spaghetti?” I ask. Gus laughs as he puts a pint of ale in front of me. 

“I had a feeling you had come in for your usual.” When Robin was fixing up my kitchen, I came in here a lot for dinner. I tried everything he had to offer but what stuck out to me the most was his spaghetti. I had to get his recipe soon. Not many people were in the saloon on a wednesday. Just Pam, Gus, Emily, Shane, and I. I had gotten to know each of them well except for Shane. We had brief conversations but for the most part it seemed like he was waiting for me to stop talking to him. Emily says he’s weary of new people and I had to push it a little. I didn’t want to be too naggy so I figured small conversations would do the trick. 

“Hey Shane,” I say, scooching a bar stool seat closer to him. He grunts in response. By the way his eyes barely focused, I could tell he was already intoxicated. I take a sip of my beer. “I hear that you raise chickens at Marnie’s farm. I’m thinking about raising some myself. Got any tips?” His eyes light up and he leans a little closer to me. 

“Hay. Lots of hay. Pets too. They like to be coddled,” he says.

“Do you have a favorite chicken?” I ask, “you know, like a favorite child?” he laughs and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a picture of a chicken and as he does another photo falls out. 

“Charlie. Follows me everywhere. He’s my buddy,” he says as he puts the picture back into his wallet. He hasn’t noticed the other photo that fell out. I picked it up, it’s a picture of him and two other people holding a baby. I hand it back to them. 

“Important people of yours?” I ask, his eyes widen and I swear all the alcohol in his body disappeared. He rubs the back of his neck. 

“Old friends,” he says, “Jas’ parents.” From his tone I can tell that they’re a sensitive topic. That, and Jas lives with him and Marnie. Something must’ve happened to them. 

“I see. Jas looks just like her mother. I’m sure she's going to grow up into a beautiful woman,” I say. Shane nods and looks at the picture a little longer before slipping it back into his wallet. Gus hands me my spaghetti and Shane asks for his tab. Once it’s paid he turns and smiles at me. I’m caught off guard and I try to not have my jaw hit the floor. This is a first.

“It was good chattin’ with you, Farmer,” he says, “it’s about Jas’ bedtime so I should get back to tuck her in.” And he leaves without another word. Before I can take my first bite, Emily rushes over to me. 

“What did you say to Shane to make him leave the bar early?” she asks in shock. I shrug. 

“A picture fell out of his wallet. I asked him about it and he said they were Jas’ parents,” I said, “it seemed like a sensitive topic so I just said that Jas looks like her mom.” 

“Ah, yes. This isn’t my place to say but I’m sure you’ve already put two and two together but Jas’ parents died in a really bad car accident. Shane is Jas’ Godfather and they moved in with Marnie shortly after they passed,” Emily says. I shake my head. 

“I can relate to that. My mom also passed away in a car accident but I was a couple years older than Jas when it happened,” I say, “I also can’t imagine losing my best friends and taking care of their offspring.”

“I never knew that Shane before the accident but I imagine it’s what brings him to drink. He’s told me that he was a semi-pro gridball player before but gave it all up to move here and raise Jas. He hasn’t left the bar before close in a long time,” she says. I had heard that Shane was a gridball player but semi-pro? Incredible. “It’s nice to see that there’s another friendly face in this town for him,” Emily says. I smile, pay for my tab, then leave.

I HAVE A CRUSH ON A BOY IN MY CLASS AND HES LIKE A YOUNG HARVEY I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE OH GOD ITS THE FIRST FUCKING DAY

what is going grocery shopping with you favorite bachelors like? <3

hi anon!!! thank you so much for the ask, this was so fun to write! :D <3

grocery shopping with your bf !

featuring sam, sebastian, alex ♡

⊹₊⟡ sam

growing up, he hated being dragged to the grocery store with his mom, trudging up and down aisles filled with wheat-bran something and green-bean blah

working at jojamart certainly didn't help things either, being constantly surrounded by stockrooms filled with corporate glop

but ever since he's started dating you, and the two of you went on your first official grocery trip™ as a couple, he has gone off the RAILS

always throws something random into the cart, every single trip, without fail

you have to wrangle him around sometimes as he tends to wander off whenever something catches his eye

you're browsing an assortment of breads when he suddenly gasps loudly, nearly scaring the living daylights out of you as he runs over to a precarious-looking display

"cactus fruit joja cola?! that's a thing now??!"

yes, you obviously had to buy a pack. you spoil him too much.

he's always happy to be there, even through the "boring" parts

as you ponder over what kind of sugar to buy ("there's more than one type of sugar? are they all yummy?") he does his best to be helpful

"this one looks... strange, but i feel like we should try something new!"

"that looks like it fits your energy. your vibe, if you will. i'm sensing good vibrations from it."

"think i can pop a wheelie on the cart?" "what the hell, sam, no—" "LOOKKK! i'm doin' it!"

he always feels comfortable to let out his inner child around you, and you love him for it <3

⊹₊⟡ sebastian

just there to help you out <3

he honestly isn't in love with the thought of going out and dragging a cart around for an hour, especially since he doesn't have much preference for foods, but he'll do anything to help you

very efficient—not to end your quality time early, but so your trip can be as quick and easy as possible

"you keep getting stuck in the sweets aisle, love," he says, an amused smile on his face. "come on, let's pick one out then go get the things on our list."

watches you intently as you move up and down the aisles, making a mental note of your preferences

he's gotten it down to a science, so much so that he even takes the initiative to go shopping by himself some days to give you a chance to rest

and when you see him finally return, arms full of bags brimming with your favorite produce and snacks, your heart feels so, so full

it grows on him, the mundane, familiar domesticity of it all

to the point where he automatically tags along, walking just a step behind you as he reminds you of small items you forget from time to time

he now looks forward to spending time with his love; running simple errands with you allows him to take his mind off of the hectic outside world and his brewing inner thoughts, and he so appreciates you for it :,)

⊹₊⟡ alex

he knows what he likes and makes a beeline for it

milk, eggs, a nice ribeye... the regular protein-packed stuff

"this body doesn't maintain itself, y'know!"

he is your personal cart pusher and product grabber, even with the smallest things

and i mean SMALLEST

like he saw you eyeing a box of cereal that was just above eye-level for you, and he swooped in and threw it in the cart

he loves showing off for you, especially when the older folks passing by swoon at his heroism

but he genuinely just wants to help you out!

"don't let the praise from the grannies go to your head," you warn teasingly as he hands you the jam that you had been struggling to reach on the top shelf

he presses a quick, soft kiss to the corner of your lips at that before pulling back with a wink. "i won't, not unless it's from you."

as the two of you wait in line, he's always got his hands on you in some small way

wrapping his arm subtly around your waist, giving your temple a soft peck

or resting his elbow on your shoulder as he browses the various knick knacks on display in the checkout line

"do people still drink five-hour energies?" "i don't know, but i think you definitely shouldn't."

"aren't kinder eggs, like, illegal or somethin'?" "you down to test that?"

it's always so chaotic all around, but it's never boring, you'll give it that :)

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡

changes (poem)

my favorite pair of shoes are falling apart, again.

they last fell apart the summer before my senior year of high school. 

this time, they’re falling apart before i even reach the summer before senior year.

they’re falling apart, again. 

they last fell apart the summer after the worst year of my life.

this time, they’re falling apart during the worst months i’ve had in a long time.

they’re falling apart, again.

they last fell apart when it was all i could do not to dream about the future.

this time, they’re falling apart when it’s all i can do not to worry about the future.

they’re falling apart, again.

they last fell apart when i was putting myself together again.

this time, they’re falling apart when i’m trying my best not to fall apart.

they’re falling apart, again.

i’m falling apart, again.

Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

TW: alcohol consumption, daddy issues

read it on ao3

Twelve.

“What did you think of our set?” Sebastian asks me as we’re hanging at the bar. He’s nursing the same beer he had on stage. I’ve noticed that he’s not much of a drinker but will have one or two at the saloon on Friday nights. 

“That shit was so cool! I’m mad you guys wouldn’t let me sit in on band practice,” I say. Sebastian shrugs.

“Sam wanted the last song to be a surprise. He said he got inspiration from a conversation with you but didn’t know how to execute it without a little help. So Abby and I also threw our daddy issues into the mix,” he says.

“Your piano playing is amazing by the way,” I say as I sip on my coke back. I had just taken another Jameson shot. 

“Thanks!” Sebastian beams, “I’ve been playing since I was four. I kept up with it because it kept my hands busy. I picked up bass when Sam started to learn guitar and he said he wanted to start a band. I learned that stuff all on JoTube though.” His long fingers wrap around the neck of his beer bottle as he presses the opening to his lips to take a swig. Shivers run down my back. “Shane told me you had tears in your eyes during the last song,” Sebastian says. I feel my cheeks go hot and I look past him at Sam who was chatting with Penny on the other side of the bar.

“Yea well… daddy issues, what can I say?” I try to play it off but I have a feeling he sees right through me. Sebastian gives me a nudge on my shoulder.

“You deserve better.” I smile up at him and I see his face drop. “Farmer… is that…” I turned around and followed his gaze to the front of the bar where a girl was arguing with the bouncer.

“Brynne?” I whisper to myself and my legs start moving towards her. I have no idea what I’m going to say, what I’m going to do.

“Please,” she begs the bouncer, “the band from Stardew Valley is playing here, right? I just need to talk to my sister and I’ll leave, I swear. I know she’s here.” The bouncer shakes his head.

“The show is over. Nobody under twenty-one is allowed in.” I take a deep breath.

“Hey, I’m here. Let’s go outside,” I say and usher my sister out of the bar. When we’re outside I feel my eyes get glossy but I don’t dare let myself cry. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“You haven’t been answering your phone!” she exclaimed, “I heard a band from the valley was playing here and… I hoped you’d be here.” I sigh and run my hands down my face, not caring about my makeup anymore. 

“Brynne, go home. Dad’s probably worried sick,” I say.

“It’s about Dad,” she says, “I-I can’t be alone with him.” Tears start spilling out of her eyes and down her rosy cheeks. 

“What’s wrong? Is he hitting you?” I ask and grab her wrist. I shove her long sleeves up and check her arms for bruises. None, thank Yoba. 

“No. He’s… too much,” she sobs into her hand and I pull her into a hug. I pet the back of her head as she cries into my shoulder. She doesn’t have to say much for me to realize she was starting to get the same looks I did. The same distraught and ugliness in his eyes that are burned into my brain. The shortness in his words, the harsh click of his tongue. I know it all too well and it wasn’t fair that now I was out of the picture, he turned it onto his littlest and favorite daughter. I always thought that Brynne was Dad’s favorite because she looked more like Mom, acted like her too and I was the female version of a man he hated. It’s possible that when one ghost leaves, another comes to haunt. Brynne pulls away from me, her cheeks still stained with tears and her nose a little runny. “Can I please come live with you on the farm? I know we’ve had our differences in the past… I didn’t know you were protecting me this entire time.”

“Brynne… I can’t. You’re seventeen and in your last year of high school-”

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen… You need to finish school, go to college,” I say.

“Please, Sissy,” she says, tugging at my heartstrings by using a nickname she hasn’t called me in ten years. I look back into the bar and see Sebastian, Sam, and Abby watching us. The tears I’m holding back finally spill.

“I want to. You know I do but you need to finish high school,” I say, “there’s not much of an education system in the valley. At least not for older kids.”

“I don’t know if I can make it another day in that apartment,” she says softly.

“Apartment? What happened to the townhouse?” I ask.

“Dad said that if you got to start over then we should too. I hate the apartment. Yea, it’s closer to school but it’s cramped. Dad sleeps on the couch, I can’t have friends over, I can’t escape him,” she sobs again. I take a deep breath and stop my own tears.

“Can you finish a semester early?” I ask, “I know you have good grades. You’d be leaving your friends but it’s the only thing I can think of.”

“F-finish this semester?” I nod. “I think I can do that.” I kiss her forehead as Sebastian comes out of the bar. 

“Hey, Farmer, did you have a tab open? We’re gonna leave soon,” he says. I shake my head.

“Nah, I’ve been paying in cash all night. I’m gonna take my sister back home, I’ll find a ride elsewhere,” I say. Sebastian shakes his head.

“I rode my motorcycle here. I can take you home,” he says, “you hail a cab and I’ll follow behind. Just text me the address.” He then walks back into the bar. Brynne gives me a toothy smile and nudges me with her elbow. Blush spreads across my cheeks and I mumble, “shut up”. Brynne tells me their new address and I text it to Sebastian. I quickly hail a cab and we’re off to my Dad’s new apartment. It felt weird being on a side of Zuzu I’ve never seen. I’m sure Alex would know exactly where we are. Besides Brynne wanting to go to school on the north side, why would Dad want to move out here? We pulled up in front of a dingy apartment complex, a sight that made my stomach churn. 

“Here?” I ask, “you and Dad live here?” Brynne nods and sniffles. 

“I miss our old house,” she says softly. Sebastian pulls up on his motorcycle and turns it off. I look up at the tall building and a wave of chills is sent up and down my spine.

“I can’t go in,” I say to Brynne, “I’m not ready.” She nods and embraces me.

“I understand. Thank you, Sissy. For everything.” We spend a few seconds lost in the hug before she pulls away and goes inside. I straddle the motorcycle seat behind Sebastian and wrap my arms around his torso and lean my head against his back.

“You okay?”

“I will be.”

All bachelors asking you to dance with them during the Flower Festival!

hello hello!! i am so sorry this is late, it took some fine tuning—hopefully i got it right :) thank you so much for the ask, as always~

bachelors asking you to dance at the flower dance !

featuring all bachelors ♡

⊹₊⟡ sam

struggling through the Allergies™️

but he fights through it to get to you!! because he absolutely MUST ask the cute farmer out this year. this year is the YEAR

he's impressed that you can dance, too, as he watches you practice your twirls and glides with abigail

shoots abigail a significant look as she ~conveniently~ decides to go pester her dad at his stall

and all of a sudden, you and sam are side-by-side, while he casts nervous sidelong glances at you

"hey, you look really nice today..."

you simply respond with a smile and a compliment of your own, innocently unaware of his intentions

hoo boy, you are unknowingly making it VERY HARD for him

"want to... dance with me this year?" he manages to squeak out, face flushing before he even finishes his sentence

you're more than happy to accept, clasping his hand and dragging him into the center of the clearing, your carefree laughs and hollers carrying through the forest~

⊹₊⟡ sebastian

cannot believe that he is seriously considering asking someone to the flower dance

but, he figures, any time spent with you is worth much more than any embarrassment he might feel

so he just bites the bullet, finding you amongst the crowd, pulling you discreetly aside, and asks you, matter-of-factly

"dance with me?” he asks, holding out his hand

you're honestly surprised by his forwardness, but nonetheless overjoyed to accept

he didn't think he could ever enjoy dancing so much, especially in a stuffy suit of all things

but seeing the happy smile on your face has him... gasp! blushing?!?!

he’s able to overcome his initial anxiety when he has you comfortably in his arms, slowly swaying to the music

he could get used to this… ;)

⊹₊⟡ alex

tries to play it cool but he is seriously STRUGGLING

he had never had a problem with talking to you, so why was it so hard for him to muster up the courage to ask you?? >:(

pretends to be all casual, voice all light and airy when he approaches you, hands in his pockets

“you clean up real nice,” he says, tamping down the fear in his throat

but then when you look at him with your pretty doll eyes, he suddenly feels his macho return

“you’d look better next to me, though. whaddya say we dance together?” he asks, a smirk on his perfect lips

if he wasn’t so damn charming you’d be rolling your eyes

but alas, alex mullner is alex mullner, and in the blink of an eye, he has his hands planted possessively on your waist, the other guiding you in a surprisingly elegant dance as the two of you twirl together in the spring breeze~

⊹₊⟡ harvey

get this poor man a doctor of his own because his heart is RACING

seriously reconsidering his original plan, especially when he sees you so dolled up, excitedly flouncing over to greet him with a chaste peck on his cheek

and the poor man’s face burns a million degrees hotter

starts with some small talk, to check in on how you’re doing

but also to try and calm his nerves!! >_<

he finally finds the courage to ask you when you look up at him with expectant eyes, as if wordlessly encouraging him to say the words you've been waiting for all year

"would you... care to dance with me?" he asks softly

and BOOM, he's swept up in a whirlwind of your movements as you pull him over to the dance, giggling all the while

"took you long enough to ask me, doctor!~"

⊹₊⟡ elliott

has a grand proposal planned out just for you

with a blooming bouquet of delicate flowers he had picked that day, during a morning stroll before the festival

he doesn't even ask you at the dance, he arrives at the doorstep to your farmhouse bright and early

just before you open the door though, he's a flustered mess

smoothing out his hair and the lapels of his jacket

he has never felt!! so nervous before!!

but before he can even fully gather his thoughts, you're suddenly standing in front of him, a delighted look on your face

"elliott! what's the meaning of this?"

he clears his throat, finding the courage to (metaphorically) sweep you off your feet with his honeyed words

"would you care to accompany me to the flower dance, my rose?"

you squeal with joy as you throw your arms around him, letting him lift you off the ground in a fairytale-like embrace <3

⊹₊⟡ shane

off in a quieter corner of the field, sipping on a soda

he was secretly waiting for you to show up, but he acts all bothered when you run over to him, all cheery and smiley

you lovee bothering him <3

behind closed doors, you were hoping for him to ask you to dance, but you knew there was no chance of that happening

so his next words caught you completely off guard, spoken so quietly you almost missed them

“… wanted t’try dancing this year, ‘n i figured you would be the most helpful, seein’ how you’re so good at it…” he mutters just barely under his breath

you just yank him by the arm to the center of the dance, much to his surprise

“if you wanna dance with me, just say that!” you laugh, twirling around him at a dizzying speed

he was in for a RIDE, but he was more than amused to oblige <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~

ok so i’ve just planned out the first seven chapters of tcod so i hope yall r ready 😭😭😭 THERE WILL BE ANGST!!!!!

A softer moment for my favorite crusty neighbor (and an excuse to draw jellies!)

sebastian x farmer dynamic ?!

idk if my favorite pairing with sebastian is black cat x golden retriever!farmer, where he always acts like they’re a pain in the ass but secretly loves and feeds off of their constant energy and upbeat demeanor, while the farmer loves pampering him with affection and support

or someone quiet and mysterious, just like him, who’s favorite pasttime is just spending chill time together even without saying a word, with frequent motorcycle rides out to the edge of the city, lighting up a cigarette in the dead of night, a true power couple that always radiates badass energy

hmmmmm… decisions, decisions…

this is black cat/orange cat behavior :D