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[emofrogboy79]

A Decadent Bath (Reader x Astarion)

Reader (Tav) gives Astarion a much needed spa day.

• Gender Neutral! Reader

• Mild Hurt/Comfort

• Inspired by the “cried (/pos) during a non-sexual bath with gf” reddit post

• Words - 2,061

Astarion was noticeably different after you got out of that crypt.

He was unusually quiet, staring off into space when you were with the others. It wasn’t unusual for him to slink off and for you to find him all by himself, wrapping his arms around himself.

When he hadn’t noticed you yet, his shoulders slumped, his eyes glazed over. He tried so hard to keep up appearances, like he always did. He was good at it—the others scarcely noticed. But you did. You noticed him.

When you approached him, your heart ached. The way he was always so alert, you had barely gotten him to relax around you only for him to regress.

“Astarion?” You called. He already knew you were there. You knew that he knew, too.

“Yes my dear?” He smiled wide for you, a mirror to the first time you met. How his smile never reached his eyes, so keen to please.

“Care for a bath? I’ve got it all ready for you.”

He laughed, “Darling…” His voice dips in that seductive mask he doned to protect himself, “If you wanted to bed me, you could have just asked.“

Concern laces your expression, “No, I mean it Astarion. Just a bath.”

His face fell immediately, examining your face for any hint of deceit, any ulterior motives to getting him undressed and pliable in your hands. Yet, all he saw as he peered into your eyes was a deep sadness.

Another smile—smaller, more hesitant, curled at his lips, “Then how could I say no?”

You huff, “You’re certainly welcome to,” You remind him.

You lead him into the Elfsong suite’s bathroom, where you had set up a decadent bath just for him. A marble tub, filled with that sweet bergamot and rosemary scent he was oh so known for. A towel and robe was set aside for him, candles decorating any dark corners of the room. It was romantic in every sense of the word, ripe for sensual activity…

“How could I, after all you’ve gone through for me?” His eyes once again search yours for any hint of deception. His tone was teasing but you knew his words always had more weight to it. For 200 years, affection was a transaction to him. A thing to be used to his advantage. There was no such thing as kindness out of your own heart to him—only a debt that needed to be repaid. It was one he could never truly fulfill, either—because how do you pay someone back for giving you freedom?

“You know my answer.”

Astarion pouts for only the briefest of moments, “Very well,” He smirks, slipping past you and deeper into the bathroom, “Don’t peak now~”

You turn your whole body away to let him undress, hearing his clothes drop to the floor and him dip into the pool of warm water, and lastly, a relaxed sigh as he slips further into the tub.

“May I?” You call, only turning your head slightly towards your lover, eyes shut obediently.

“Yes, yes, come here already you boring sod,” He sighs with a laugh, resting on the edge of the tub as he watches you saunter over, “Moonlighting as a butler now, are we?” He reaches for your hand, and you take his. You bow down and kiss his knuckles tenderly, “You look like you need pampering tonight, that’s all.”

“Darling… I always need pampering,” He giggles, cheeks flushing just the faintest as you kiss his hand. He watches you grab the bucket full of soaps and brushes, sitting by his side, fully clothed in your camp gear.

“A little more pampering than usual then,” You smile, “I’m going to pour some water on you, alright?”

“Not going to join me?” He pouts, and it’s genuine. He wants to feel more of you, more of your touch, the sensation of warm safety he had been missing all these centuries.

“Do you want me to?”

“Please,” He bats his eyelashes at you. You laugh, “Okay, fine. Scoot over.”

Astarion does as he’s told and makes room for you as you rip off your clothes, placing yourself behind him as you bring the bucket of supplies into reaching distance.

He purrs happily, “There you are my sweet.”

You snort, taking a small pail from your bucket. You dunk it into the warm water and let it cascade over his white curls, letting the less stubborn of the blood covering him wash into the pool, staining it a light pink.

“Lean back for me,” You hold his head in your hands as you massage in the soaps, letting it sud up into a lovely cloud of bubbles, careful to not let it fall into his eyes. He sighs with every scratch, his pink ears twitching happily under your touch as you hum a sweet melody. It takes everything in him to not fall asleep right there.

“Rinsing…” You murmur, once again using the pail to rinse Astarion’s hair. As you coat your hands in conditioner, you make sure to not to pull or tug as you detangle the soft curls in your hands. They spill into your fingers like sea foam on the shore, whispering a soft apology when he flinches at a particularly stubborn knot.

“Enjoying yourself?” He mumbles, eyebrows not so knitted together than before. You look down at him, the slope of his nose, the light wrinkles and imperfections of his skin, faint freckles dotting his cheeks from exposure to the sun. His eyelashes, long and soft like the mop on his head. If Dame Aylin was an angel, perhaps he had just lost his wings.

“Very,” You chuckle, “Now sit up for me, I’m going to wash your body.”

“Oh finally,” He grins, and you gently tug at his cheek, “No naughty business, mister,” You whisper in his ear, body flushed with his. Little did you know that this action made his body light up in a flame, every part you touched him burning as hot as the sun.

That would be a very tall order from you, but one he would obey happily nonetheless.

You pull away from him to coat your hands in the next viscous liquid in your bucket, acquired from a lovely aromatherapist down by the market. You massaged it over his back, taking extra care to ease the tenseness in his shoulders as you brush over the scars on his back. You move to coat his torso, relishing in the way his heart beats so strongly under your touch as you ghost over his pecs, smoothly gliding down the soapy ambrosia to his hips. You ignore the way he shivers at the way you gently knead at his upper thighs, and you do not linger—much to his dismay—as you grab a sponge and suds over where you touched him, head resting on his shoulder as you individually scrub his dainty fingers. A warmth blooms in his lungs, a gnawing, awful, retching feeling—like his heart was going to swell out his chest. He blinks away tears as you run over his pulse. It was faint, but oh so much stronger when he was with you.

“You’re a tease, you know that?” He turns to you, caressing your jaw to make you look at him. You see him eyeing your lips, and you give in— planting the smallest kiss on his lovely lips.

“Better?” You smile as you see him pout, “Hardly,” he whines. You chuckle as you kiss his cheek, “Must I massage you as well?”

“Perhaps,” He huffs, “Anything to keep your hands on me, love.”

“Are you that starved of touch?” You motion for him to turn around and face you, taking one of his legs and repeating the cleaning process. It’s hard for you to keep your concentration on just soaping his legs— it was a simple task, but the temptation to stare at Astarion’s flushed face, hair slicked back and curled to frame his jaw, deep ruby eyes filled with a fondness you never would have expected to see when you first met him—was a greater desire than reading than trying to read that book of Thay.

“You underestimate how much I crave you my dear,” He laughs, “It rivals even my hunger for blood, you know.”

“Really?” You smirk, “Then am I to assume your love me more than your taste for blood?”

Astarion leans back against the rim of the tub, admiring you as you rinse his raised leg with such gentleness.

“Just barely.”

You blink up at him, genuinely surprised, before you melt into a shy smile, “Careful now, you can’t exactly eat my love for you, you know.”

“I wouldn’t dare. You’ve given me too much already.”

You splash him and he yelps, “That’s for implying you don’t deserve it.”

Astarion gasps, his exaggerated faux offense had grown on you, “Oh whatever do you mean, darling? Of course I deserve it, only a fool would deny himself the pleasure of your company.”

Yet behind that pompous smirk was a whirlpool of mixed emotions. Guilt. Gratitude. Shame. Fear. A deep terror of this respite in his cruel life coming back to bite him. You knew it all too well, he would always have trouble accepting that you loved him just for him. To accept that you wanted nothing more than to love and care for him just as much as he cared for you.

“Mhm, says the elf who punishes himself by isolating himself away from me.”

Astarion rolls his eyes, “It’s not so much a punishment as more of…” He tries to find the words to bullshit his way out of this one, “an insurance. I don’t want you getting sick of me already.”

“Rather bold of you to assume I’d ever tire of your presence,” You retorted softly, setting down his leg to rinse in the bath.

He snorts, “And I thought I was a liar,” He teases, and that earns him another splash.

“Come on, let’s get you out of this bath before it gets cold.”

He frowns as you leave the tub, resting his chin in his arms as he rakes in the visage of your soaking wet body. You use the robe initially meant for him for yourself, grabbing another from the garment heater beside the sink.

“Ugh, do we have to?”

You raise a brow, “Do you want to get pruny?”

Astarion grimaces and relents, letting you help him out of the bath. His legs already felt like jelly from being submerged for so long, and the warm, fuzzy robe you put around him doesn’t help the feeling of his knees buckling in.

You wrap a towel around his head and begin drying his hair, smiling as he laughs in surprise.

“I’m not completely useless, darling,” He says, head still bowed down for you to dry. No attempt to stop you was ever made.

“I said I’d pamper you. That includes drying you off too.”

Astarion sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. You laugh, stopping your assault on his hair to look him in the eyes with the towel flopped on his head like a hood. A deep pool of ebony stared back at you, the red of his irises merely a thin ring around his pupils as he gazed at you like you were sent from the heavens itself.

A small smirk curls at his lips, “The gods made you to ruin me,” He kisses your cheek, inhaling your scent as he nuzzles into your neck. It was muted under his own, the one you now both shared thanks to that bath, but he can't help but find that small sliver of you more comforting.

You play with the silver curls between your fingers, petting him softly at the nape of his neck, “You’re rather fond of that line, aren’t you?” You kiss his neck, just a touch away from those puncture scars.

“It’s factual, is it not?”

“Not when you’re standing right here.”

He chuckles, the tips of his ears staining an even deeper red.

“You flatter me.”

Astarion leaves the sanctuary of your scent to look into your eyes once again, kissing you deeply with all the tenderness the both of you could physically muster.

“Let’s head to bed, shall we?”

#astarion #astarion acunin #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate tav #astarion x tav #astarion x dark urge #astarion x reader #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #fanfiction #bg3 astarion #bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 tav #gender neutral reader #mild hurt comfort #hurt comfort #ao3 crosspost

[emofrogboy79]

(r18) SDV Suggestive Elliott Hcs

cw: dom/sub dynamics, kinks

likes having his hair pulled

his day collar is his cravat (its the ruffled neck tie thing)

the type to whimper his partner's name over and over

the type to trace his long fingers over his partner's body, kissing any mole, scar, or mark.

if his partner has tattoos, he would follow the lines as if he were drawing the design himself.

if his partner is smaller, he loves being the big spoon

if his partner is bigger, he loves cuddling into their chest

has a thing for glasses

the kind of guy to litter rose petals on the bed for the honey moon

into light bdsm

soft top route: whispers right in his partner's ear about how good they are, how perfect their taste, their smell, their voice... the type to want to look into your eyes, to make his partner cum over and over before he's even climaxed himself. loves leaving hickeys on his partners--and if he's in a particularly possessive mood, he may plant one somewhere more obvious

shy bottom route: hides his face with his arms/hair trying to keep his voice in, always wants kisses and for his partner to be close. would dress up if asked, and enjoys wearing cute lingerie and costumes. also loves being a bit of a cum slut, when he's close he's really beg for it.

#r18 #suggestive #stardew elliott #elliott sdv #sdv #stardew valley headcanons

[emofrogboy79]

alright so i have a little HEADCANON im sorry this is messy

CW: FAMILIAL DEATH

what if sebastian was in his dads custody after they got divorced. and later so robin and demetrius get together and have maru. but then suddenly his dad dies so he has to go live with robin. which fuels sebastians hesitance to get closer with demetrius because he was essentially thrown into seeing this guy he barely knew as his new dad when his JUST died and hes scared of getting close because he doesn’t wanna replace his OG dad so he comes up w petty reasons to hate demetrius… and demetrius recognizes this and decides to keep his distance bcs thats what sebastian looks like he wants and he wants to respect his son’s wishes!! but it just turns into a feedback loop of misunderstandings and maybe along the way demetrius recognizes this as well and is like hey, this is kind of not working, do you wanna talk? do you need help? but sebastian is stubborn and still doesnt like him… it explains why he doesn’t mention him in his dialogue since he honestly doesn’t know him that well but WISHES he did and he gushes about maru bcs duh ur child is interested in the same field of work u r how can u not be excited and ALSO shes a woman of color in the stem field so obvi she’s a fucking chad for that AND GUESS WHAT ELSE TIES INTO MY LIL HC SO seb doesnt like maru because he’s jealous that she still has her father figure in her life and that her life is perfect because her parents are still together, she’s smart and pretty and friendly and basically the Epitome of everything sebastian WISHED he had so ofc hes gonna be mean to her ab it and it also explains why its mostly one sided cuz maru wants to get close to him but sebastian is just bein a lil shit thinking emoji 🤔

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ok think ab this: leah painting on her partners back… like think ab those soft brush strokes on ur skin… the coolness of the paint as it dries, the warmth of her fingers when she brushes and blurs some details, perhaps smudging a few paint strokes… maybe she glosses over a little ticklish spot, making you shiver…just painting her love for her craft on the love of her life….

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[emofrogboy79]

thinking about how maybe the farmer wants to learn how to use the pottery wheel and leah helps them learn… behind them, they can hear her voice in their ear, so soft, full of praise and patience…her soft hands on theirs, guiding them around the clay, her body heat surrounding them…

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[emofrogboy79]

thinking about how sebastian is a little nerd and puts a character based off the farmer in his game

#sdv #sdv sebastian #stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons

[emofrogboy79]

Marriage Candidate Hand HCs 😂

Bachelors:

Sebastian: Long fingers, deep nail beds. Paints them black and actually takes care of them pretty well. Kinda boney and skin is semi-translucent from being inside all the time, allowing you to see his veins under his cool toned skin. Masculine in a feminine way yk? Has a mole on the back of his hand, near his wrist. Has small hands n is right handed.

Sam: Stronger, somewhat long fingers with bitten nails. Has callouses all over his fingers n his knuckles from work, as well as a few scrapes. Not uncommon to see him with a couple bandages on 😂 He’s kinda clumsy. Doesn’t really care for his nails that much so they look kinda messy. BUT still lets Vincent and Abi paint his nails in whatever color they want from Seb’s stash 😂 Has prominent veins hehehe…. also!! has a writer’s wart on his middle right finger from writing his own music so often. Plays guitar with his left hand but is a rightie! Has light blonde hair at the base of his fingies <3

Elliot: The longest fingers of the bachelors LMFOAJDJS looks almost uncanny, even. (Gotta be to play the piano somehow lip bite) Nails are clean with short nail beds, doesn’t take care of them but because he doesn’t do much hard labor they don’t look that bad. Has a big writer’s callous on his left ring finger (hc that he’s also left handed).

Alex: Strong looking hands! kinda veiny and has short fingers, long nail beds, and big palms. Has somewhat big hands. Hands are very very calloused from practicing gridball and im sorry alex stans but probably dry as fuck too 😂 like. honestly they look kinda scary but the juxtaposition of him being soft and kind with his grandma while making cookies kinda hit different ngl also!! left handed.

Harvey: Stubby hands haha soft looking and that’s cuz he makes an effort to lotion his hands!! In med school he was kinda. an aggressive hand washer to the point his hands got so dry they bled so. He doesn’t want that to happen again 😂 A bit of a germaphobe so his hands are still on the drier side despite his efforts but still. Surprisingly soft. Writer’s callous on his right middle finger!

Shane: Short fingers, gets shit stuck under his nails and has short nail beds. Long thumb though! Has hair creeping up from his arm onto his hand and also a little sprouting on his fingers. Very calloused n rough looking. Tons of a little scars from years past on his hands. Also dry as hell because he doesn’t give a fuck 😂 Anyway- his hands look like they’ve experienced a lot— think of the hands of carpenters or mechanics! That kinda vibe. also. Ambidextrous <3

Bachelorettes

Abigail - Short, chubby fingers. Really cute and soft looking! Lotions every now and then but doesn’t take care of her hands as well as Seb does. Paints her nails in glittery black, purple, or blue! Loves nail art and probably the best at doing it on other people. Her nails chip often though because of (limited supplies) but also because of her training! Right handed.

Haley - Pretty, long fingers. Barbie-esque and thin. Long, naturally grown out nails. Doesn’t wear polish often but tends to go for clear, blue, or pink! Soft looking because she definately takes care of her hands 😂 probably has the best cuticles out of all the marriage candidates. Could damn near be a hand model tbh. Ambidextrous!

Maru - Long, delicate fingers with wide palms. Very minimalistic and only wears clear nail polish and short nails— since she finds it hard to work with when she’s tinkering with her machines. Not opposed to pampering herself though and she and Penny sometimes ask Abigail to do their nails for them 🥺 Also super super soft looking! Always has a bandage or two on since experimenting can get a little crazy 😂 But picks the cutest bandaids <3 Left handed.

Leah - Kinda masculine looking! Always has paint under her nails despite how many times she tries to wash it out </3 Hands tend to be on the dryer side just because she works with her hands a lot on so many mediums! Hmmm somewhat long fingers and deep nail beds me thinks. Kinda calloused and very experienced looking hands. Prominent knuckles. Doesn’t do anything fancy since she’s mostly focused on her work. Also, ofc, drawer’s callous on her right ring finger. Ambidextrous!

Penny - Cute, tiny, soft hands. Sometimes has clear, yellow, or baby blue nail polish on! Has bandaids sometimes since she’s a little clumsy. Has the mom-hand kinda vibe where she’s very gentle but very skilled and efficient at what she does. Also hc she runs naturally cold so she needs to wear sweaters often n that causes her hands to seem even MORE tiny peeking out from her oversized cardigan 😭

Emily: Has a mix of short and long nails. The Lesbian look, yknow? 😎 LMFAO loves changing her nail colors often and always has crazy colors. Nails are all natural like Haley’s. More… experienced? Looking hands than her sister’s. Kinda rough and boney with some callouses on her knuckles. Shorter fingers compared to her sister but is double jointed in her both hands and likes freaking people out with it 😂 Right handed!

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[emofrogboy79]

Stupid Sebastian HCs

because i like it when my meow meows are pathetic <3

Absolutely no upper arm strength. Will struggle to move his coffee table and asks his parents (chefs kiss BUFF ROBIN) for help

WASIAN 100000% n has rlly rusty cantonese

I know he said that the cut from the crab in the mines was cool and he was fine but do u rlly think he would let his cool mysterious facade drop in front of the farmer so early like that 🤨 i think not. cried like a bitch when maru was patching him up

just a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. just a little. an itty bitty teensy weensie bit.

No abs. or ass. sorry. when does this basement nerd work out 🤨 absolutely does not have a thiccy. shit stamina. cute lil squishy tummy

perpetually tired eyes. probably could be have the best day of his life and it looks like he just heard that he works 6 morning shifts in a row at mcd

teeth?? hc??? idk. a little crooked n has lil fangs. not the whitest because Depression and Genetics but cute but hes still insecure ab them 😔 so he smiles w his lips not his teeth

BLUSHES EASILY its why he makes an effort to be like. cool n collected. cuz getting red faced is the worst possible thing to him

a bit of an impulse buyer. probably sees some dice he wanted is on sale and is like YOINK even tho he has at least 10 diff dice sets already

the type of person that gets so analytical about every video game hes ever played

he tips well on his Solarian Chronicles character commissions :-)

mmmm a light weight bcs i said so

chronic coffee drinker. acts like coffee is fucking water. knows how to make all sorts of different coffee drinks from scuffed recipies he came up with himself. his comfort drink is a white chocolate mocha with peppermint and whipped cream

sleeps like a corpse

TRIES SO HARD to be cool and mysterious but he’s an airhead. absolute dumb dumb energy. big cute nerd.

idk like 5’8”?

horrible grammar/spelling when texting and uses emojis so much

cold call him and he WILL kill u

took care of his class’s pet frog!!!

dont ask him about his hours in dark souls. steam level 22

speedruns in his free time sometimes

OH VOICE HC i think his voice is like. on the higher end. still masculine but in the “clearly a pretty boy” voice if u get what i mean

OH his laugh is so cute. probably snorts so much and is out of breath in 0.2 seconds

ABSOLUTELY has days where the farmer comes in at 9am and he hasn’t slept yet. is nocturnal most of summer tbh.

gets cold so so so SO EASILY but this mans still like (elsa voice) the cold doesnt bother me anyway like SHUT UP AND TAKE MY WINTER JACKET

also if dared to do something he’d probably do it. just for fun. for kicks.

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Under your umbrella

It wasn’t often Sebastian had crushes. Even less so, serious crushes. When he first realized he might have feelings for the farmer, it hit him like a train.

Sebastian x Gender Neutral! Farmer based off of Seb’s 8 heart event. Spoilers ahead if you haven’t seen it! I’ve changed up some of the lines to hopefully fit the dialogue better but a warning nonetheless.

Words: 872

CW // Light suicidal ideation based off one of Seb’s lines (“If I just disappeared would it really matter?”) and smoking (because it’s Seb)

Sebastian puffed out a cloud of tobacco, his cigarette magically still alight in the dreary rain that fell over Pelican Town. The darkly dressed man let the weather soak him to the bone, wanting to fully immerse himself in the atmosphere. It wasn’t often that it rained, especially during summer, so he took every opportunity he could to bask in his favorite weather.

The clouds hung close to earth with a low rumble, and as the smoke from his cigarette lifted into the air, the boy absentmindedly wondered if he would be able to touch a cloud if he went high enough.

If he did, would he be able to disappear when the rain does? Taking his dreariness with him, like the passing shower over a field of flowers? Would anyone notice? Would anyone care? Some part of him hoped someone would, but that felt as unlikely as finding a fish with a diamond in it’s mouth.

At the peak of his spiral, a creak in the dock pulls Sebastian out of his thoughts.

Irritated, he glares behind him only to see the farmer approaching with the same carefree look on their face as they always did, despite being equally as drenched.

“Oh. Hey, I’m surprised to find you out in the rain.” Sebastian’s expression softens. He hasn’t known the farmer for long, but the eccentric homesteader had wormed their way into his and his friend’s hearts. It seems like they could smile at anything, despite how bad things got. For that reason, they were the rock of their group, and it was an attribute that Sebastian was mildly jealous of, though— he could guess that came with it’s own drawbacks.

“So am I,” A curious look twinkled in the farmer’s soft eyes, “What brings you out here, drenched in the rain?”

Sebastian hummed, “Cloud watching,” he feigned ignorance at his quite obvious brooding.

“Oh?” The farmer lets out an interested hum as they turn to look at the clouds.

“I kinda hope they come this way.” They murmur, just loud enough for Sebastian to hear. He nods, “Same.”

There was a beat of silence before Sebastian lets out a quiet sigh, “I like this weather because it makes everyone disappear, y’know?” The typically reserved man finds himself talking, unknowingly finding himself doing more of it around the farmer, “Being around other people makes me anxious.”

The farmer’s gaze rested on their friend with an understanding look. However, Sebastian keeps his eyes locked onto the sea.

“Though, I don’t feel that way about you.” A small smile tugged at his lips, and he could vaguely tell the farmer was looking at him. He couldn’t bear to return the favor, though, feeling anxious at the mere thought of what expression could be on their face.

That is, until he heard the flustered giggle.

When he turned back to him, the farmer’s hand was over their mouth with a big, goofy smile hiding just underneath, cheeks tinted with a light pink. The sight made Sebastian’s heart clench.

“Really? I’m glad.” Their laugh felt so much lighter to hear than usual, “I’ve wanted to be someone you can depend on, after all.”

Crimson slowly bloomed across Sebastian’s face, and he swallowed, hard. What did they mean by that? Did they mean anything at all? His heart was going a million miles a minute, while his brain short circuited and went blank. He looked away.

…He must have had too many cigarettes today.

Yeah, that was it, this shitty tar stick was messing with his head. He should set up an appointment with Harvey to get his heart checked.

Mentally shaking his head from his thoughts, he let out a sound that resembled an embarrassed, chain smoking cat before mumbling, “We’re getting soaked.”

“Hm?” The farmer looked amused as Sebastian fumbled for his umbrella and opened it, uselessly pulling up his hood in the process to hide his blush.

“Here, there’s uh… room for two.” He half whispers the last part, and thankfully, the farmer hears, who simply chuckles.

“Oh? Thank you.” They lean under the umbrella and the two lightly brush shoulders. The farmer radiated heat like a furnace and Sebastian could feel himself sweat just being near them.

“No problem,” Sebastian replies, hiding a smile. Unbeknownst to him, the farmer’s wide grin turns sheepish as they look down at their shoes, which nearly touch under the limited space under the umbrella.

They stayed like that for a while, their hands brushing every now and again as the pair watched the rain for a few more hours, talking about meaningless things to fill some of the empty air. For once, Sebastian didn’t mind the company— Just hearing the farmer’s voice was enough to make him lose track of time.

It wasn’t until he made it back home that Sebastian realized what had happened and he dove into his bed in shame and embarrassment.

He rolls over on his bed, arm covering his rouge colored cheeks, and he lets out an uneasy, hopelessly enamored sigh.

How did he let himself get this bad?

#sdv sebastian #sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #sebastian sdv #sebastian stardew #sebastian stardew valley #stardew sebastian #sebastian x farmer #gender neutral farmer #sebastian x reader #hopeless romantic sebastian #stardew fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #sdv fanfic #fanfiction

[emofrogboy79]

i’ve missed drawing elliott 🥺

[emofrogboy79]

Just a little stardew side blog

I’ll probably post a few doodles here and there but this is mostly a place for me to shitpost/theorize/headcanon to my hearts content about stardew! I’m mostly a male farmer / character type of person so you’ll see that kinda content on here :3

#sdv #stardew #stardewvalley