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hiramaris · 3 months

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Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 4

Chapter Summary:

“Thank you.” She couldn’t stop smiling, not if she can’t help it. “It’s really sweet of you to do all this.” “No problem. I like it when you smile. Happiness looks good in you.”

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer: I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: Swearing, mentions of neglect

Y/n, I’m not really good at writing a note or apologizing in general. I just… feel bad about how our introduction to one another went downhill which I know is my fault. I know it's kind of rude, too to take someone's photo without their consent so, here you go. It's not the best photo but it's not, like, the worse either. And you look like you're in one with nature so the photographer in me couldn't help but to take the shot. Anyway, if you have time away from your farm, you can drop by at 2 Willow Lane in the morning or whatever so I can make it up to you somehow. It’s cool if you don’t want to if you’re, like, really mad still. P.S I don’t wake up until 8. Need my beauty sleep! - Haley <3

Spring 9

"Earlier, I was getting my mail."

Haley's chewing came to a halt as George began to speak. How odd. George wasn’t one to talk during meals. She knew this because there was never a time she missed mandatory weekly meals with the Mullners.

Nonetheless, she leaned a bit closer to hear him.

"I couldn't because of my...” he trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. “Anyway, Pam's kid tried to help me, and I ended up shouting at her." "My goodness, George!” Gran Evelyn gasped softly, placing a hand over her heart. “Why did you do that to poor Penny?" "I— she pushed my wheelchair and touched my mail.” He averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at the three pairs of eyes focused on him. If Haley didn’t know him any better, he almost looked embarrassed rather than angry. “I... I didn't like it when people act like I'm so nimble." Granny shook her head in sympathy. "Still, honey... She's just trying to help." "I know, I know," George grumbled, stabbing his fork into a fried mushroom. "The new farmer even pointed it out to me." He looked up, his eyes boring into his wife. "I apologized anyway. It was just a bad day, and I happened to project my anger onto her."

At the mention of the new farmer, Haley perked up. Not to sound obsessed or anything or like she has been counting at all, but it has been two days since she had caught a whiff of that familiar scent of dirt and freshly cut grass that you seemed to radiate even from a mile away. If Emily’s going to twist her arm behind her back, then maybe she’ll be able to get Haley to admit that she’s the one doing the avoiding right now.

The fact that it was Haley herself who wrote a note for you to come by to make up for her rude behavior, and then when you did drop by immediately a day after, Haley would make sure she had plenty of excuses to not meet you at the door and have Emily answer on her behalf. It’s been days and she’s running out of reasons to tell Emily why she couldn’t meet her visitor, and it wouldn’t take a genius to know who’s avoiding whom.

How could she not though?

How can someone recover from a situation like that which was probably scraped off from a romantic script of a movie because it’s too predictable, and cringe?

How can you look at someone ever again knowing you had seen that face in mere inches, breath tingling the cheeks and then act like you weren’t fazed by it all?

Most importantly, how do you act after that? Apparently, it didn’t seem like a problem for you as you were so busy hustling and bustling in and out of the farm and into the town. And if you weren't busy doing your chores, then you were always dragged down by Sam’s little brother to their little class arrangement with Penny and often found you hanging out with them by the big tree just outside Haley’s home which is why she knows not because she’s actively searching for you, duh.

Okay, maybe you did try to come to her, and Haley's the one acting like you and she had a one-night stand for the way she avoids you like a plague.

Still.

She shook her head when she realized she’d been zoning out longer than she warranted. Evelyn is still giving George a piece of her mind for what he did. Haley’s so sure he’s regretting his decision by now opening this topic to his wife.

However, it was clear to Haley who was in the wrong here.

"If I may put in my two cents...?" she interjected, unable to hold back.

Alex raised a curious brow at her but remained silent. Granny, on the other hand, nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead, deary."

"I think George's reaction was valid," Haley began slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Penny touched your wheelchair and mail without consent, regardless of her good intentions, Mr. Mullner." And as an afterthought, she added, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice, "And the new farmer agreed with her? She should have known better."

"Look at you, Hay. Queen of consent!" Alex teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "I love a girl who knows her boundaries."

Of course, the doofus would choose this time to speak.

"Haha," she rolled her eyes at a smirking Alex. He sure knows what buttons to push. "Asking consent is a bare minimum, you goof. You should practice it more often." "Hey!" "Hng," George grumbled inaudibly. "Little Miss Farmer did say that."

"Say what, dear?" "That Pam's kid should have asked me first.” George clarified. “But I should have handled it a little better, too. Can't say that she's wrong."

Despite his use of tone, he didn’t sound too upset. More like he’s in between of unable to believe that someone has the courage to stand up to him and tell him he’s wrong and still respect him as an elder, or being mad at this new farmer for sticking up her nose somewhere it doesn’t belong.

Either way, a George that isn’t grumpy is a win-win. So, they all will probably take it as it is.

"I'm glad you thought so too, dear." See? Even Granny thinks so, too. It’s better to have a plate full of her infamous cookies (and leek if you’re George) than to have a grumpy George on your plate. "Here, have some sauté leek."

George's face brightens up considerably. "I thought we don't have anymore from the pantry?"

"Miss Y/n dropped some earlier. Said to help cook your favorite dish. Isn’t she a sweetheart?”

"Hmm... I guess she's really something else then."

"I told you so, dear."

"Agree!" Alex raises a thumbs up. "She even knows how to play grid ball! She's new yet she's already better than the men here combined."

"That's lovely, deary. I hope she also influences you to read those books I gave you. I heard she's infatuated with books as Miss Penny does." "Yes, granny," Alex grumbled against his spoon.

Spring 10

She didn’t expect to see you so soon.

It’s not like she wants to avoid you forever. Ugh.

Why is this so difficult?

Her whole Spring routine is now in shambles because of you and your inability to dress nice, spreading your nasty farmer smell and being all happy smiles around children, elders, and women like some sort of Casanova and it’s infuriating!

“Hay?” Emily’s voice calling out from the kitchen stops her from her silent stewing. Haley was about to get up from her seat when Emily's voice continued, "did you clean the cushions like I told you yesterday?"

Her expression immediately turned sour, “I just cleaned them last week!”

The clanging from the kitchen stops, and the thudding of footsteps came closer. In an instant, Emily was standing in front of her with her spatula in hand.

“Yes, that’s last week. What about this week then?”

Haley rose to her feet, indignant. No freaking way she’s cleaning them again. “I always clean under the cushions and you damn well know it!" She jutted a perfectly manicured finger in Emily's direction. "It's YOUR turn this week!"

Emily scoffed at that. “You’re being childish, Haley. I do the vast majority of work in this house, and you know it.”

Haley rolled her eyes, feeling frustrated that Emily always played the responsible one. Just because she had a job outside the house, she acted like she was the only one doing anything. Haley does, too! She cooks, washes the dishes, does her own laundry, and cleans the house! But of course, Emily isn’t around enough to see all that because she has work and she’s busy thinking Haley’s lazy ass is just lounging in the house doing nothing all day!

“But that’s not the point!” Haley crossed her arms, a flash of irritation on her face. She wasn't going to let Emily get away with this. “We agreed to have schedules specifically for this and you’re not following it!”

Emily's eyes flickered with frustration. “Would it kill you to do them now? I had a rough shift yesterday.”

"You can't just pass off your responsibilities onto me every time you had a tough day at work. We made a schedule for a reason."

"I know, I know. But I just need a break today." Emily sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping.

The truth sets out then. She had a rough night and she passes the job onto Haley and made her feel guilty for it. Never mind that they agreed to have alternate schedules to do this specific job to avoid arguments yet here they are.

“Absolutely no—”

“Hello?”

Of fucking course, the farmer chooses that time to knock on their door.

Emily must have noticed the alarmed look written clearly on her face, making her smirk.

Oh, boy.

“Come in, Y/n/n! Haley’s up already.”

“Good mor—” You did a double take seeing a clearly upset Haley and an equally pissed Emily. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes,” Haley admitted bluntly, crossing her arms. A flash of recognition passed her eyes when she thought of an idea. A good one that’s for sure. “Since you’re a hard worker and all, I bet you’ll understand my point of view here.”

“Haley,” Emily warned. Haley ignores her, deciding to shift her attention to the newcomer.

You tilt your head in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Emily sighs in exasperation, before offering you a kind smile. “I’m really sorry to involve you in this, Y/n/n. Haley,” she shot her a dirty look, “is complaining because I asked her to clean the cushions—”

“— which you should be doing because it’s your schedule, not mine yet you’re shifting the blame to me.” Haley finishes for her. She turns to you, further proving her point. “It’s important to mention that I already cleaned them last week.”

“Haley…”

“Shut it, Em. I want to hear what she has to say. What’s the verdict?”

Haley may seem cool outside but she’s actually hoping for you to side her on this one. She knew she was on the right side. If you were to side with Emily, then that’s like a double edge of crap in some way and Haley refuses to bleed in front of you two.

You were silent for a good second, chewing your lips, deep in thought. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the sisters.

“Haley,” you prompted, voice slow and measured. Haley already knew at this point whom you sided with. “Why not have this be your one weekly job?”

Not that it’s important but it stings.

Haley turns to retreat to her room, but you must have noticed the look of utter disappointment on her face. You grabbed Haley's hand in panic, halting her in her tracks. The blonde couldn't help but freeze at the sudden touch. "W-wait. I’m not siding on anyone," You quickly clarified, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Haley raised a skeptical eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Sure," she replied flatly.

“I just thought it would be the best course of action, so you don’t have to argue over it again. If you took this job, Emily won’t bother you again with cleaning the bathroom every two days. Isn’t that right, Em?”

“Yeah!” Emily agrees immediately. “Wait, what?”

Haley turns and finds you smiling down at her, clearly amused at Emily’s reaction. “doesn’t that sound more appealing?”

It does. She hates cleaning the bathroom with great passion, more so than cleaning under the cushions. If this also means it could possibly reduce Emily’s daily nagging, then your idea doesn’t seem the worst plan ever.

“Alright, you win.” Haley tried so hard to keep a straight face when she saw that stupid smile emerging again. “I guess this can be my job every week. Then there won’t be any reason to argue over it.”

Emily eyes her a bit at her sudden compliance with everything before turning back to you with an almost appreciative look. “Thanks, Y/n/n. That was a great solution.”

“Heh,” you must have noticed Haley’s eyes burning at your conjoined hands. With a timid chuckle, you retreated your hand back as you scratched your nape almost shyly. “It’s no problem, really.”

“Why don’t you stay for breakfast?” Emily suggested. “I’m almost finished cooking anyway.”

“It’s okay, thanks! But I don’t really want to impose.”

“Nonsense! I’m sure my sister won’t mind you joining us. Right, Hay?” Emily raises an equally blue eyebrow at her sister, who seemed to be in a daze.

“Your hands are rough and warm.”

“Huh?”

Your confusion snapped her out of her trance. She meets your eyes for a brief moment before glancing away. “I mean— what I meant to say was,” she sputtered pathetically. “Yeah, you can join us for breakfast.” She forces out a smile, hoping Yoba will answer her prayer one more time.

“Good!” Emily beamed. “Then I’ll get on with it. Haley, please keep our guest occupied.”

“You sure?” You asked one more time, probably noticing the grimace obviously etched on her face.

“Of course.”

“Hmm. Okay, then how about we clean these cushions now? So, you won’t have to clean them later?”

“Eh? It’s fine. I can do that later.”

“I insist. Two pairs of hands are better than one, y’know?”

“Ugh. Of course, you’ll say some dorky crap like that. Yoba, fine you can help.”

You can only laugh at her antics before moving to lift the couch.

Spring 14

She used to like her birthdays.

At least that’s what she likes to think.

What she allows herself to think.

And what she likes others to think.

It’s easier to blend into the stereotypes rather than oppose them and still get judged after.

Haley’s been called names already, all too many to even mention.

Spoiled.

Arrogant.

Self-centered and conceited.

If they are harsh enough, sometimes they’ll call her a dumb bitch.

As harsh as they are, Haley learned over the years to desensitize herself to them. Why allow yourself to be hurt by the same thing over and over again?

Her parents raised her and Emily in this big house back in Zuzu City. It was big, enormous even but empty. Can you call it home when no one cares enough to stick around? When all there ever was were big parties, and holidays spent with strangers she barely talked to, raised like the perfect little girl that she is, given with just as empty praises and gifts just as thoughtless.

Haley is practically the epitome of class and luxury. The living embodiment of perfection. Perfect face, perfect body, and oh-so-perfect stats. She’s smart (street smart or preferably photography smart if there’s one or whatever), rich and famous. Most importantly, she’s popular and has a reputation to protect. Everything that Emily probably isn’t. Yet she’s the one happier.

She’s the one who moved on while Haley remains still where their parents left them.

How could they be gone though if, in the first place, they were never present? Where were they when Haley won her first photography contest? Did they know the photo was Emily sewing her first design? Haley doesn’t think so.

They are not abusive though. In terms of needs, they never wasted seconds to tend them in the most grandiose and luxurious ways as possible— the newest phone, latest camera, expensive make-up, and all available seasonal designer clothes. Good but not great either. Haley can say they are just plainly emotionally unavailable. They weren’t ready at all to be parents. They were too young when they had Emily.

Early twenties were not even that young, but it was a stage of exploring the world and what it could still possibly offer them. They can’t have all that with children in tow. So, when the opportunity arises, they took it without hesitations. After all, both their children are fully capable on their own.

But Haley needed someone. She needed a father. She needed her mother. Hell, she needed her sister. She needed someone warm, a nicer, wiser person. Someone to cry to, to talk to, to laugh to.

She calls out but the house is empty.

So, tell me. How can I be childish when I’m forced to grow up because everyone already is?

Haley hated them with passion. The crumpled piece of letter in her hand was obvious enough to what extent she does.

Another birthday card.

No hugs and kisses.

No cake.

No parents.

Some birthday this is.

She lets out a dry chuckle. It seems Emily had forgotten about her day. She had taken off at dawn's first light without even a second thought. While Alex? She doesn’t expect him to remember. At least not until later than noon. The idiot, really.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Haley didn’t have to look up to see who it was, but she did anyway. There you are with your blinding smile again. Beads of sweat can be seen forming on the side of your forehead just below a small cut that seemed to be healing well already. Your clothes are lightly butchered, a sign she's up and about on her farm yet the sight of you lifted her spirit a little.

“Done with your chores?” She asked as you sat down next to her. Weirdly enough, the smell of dirt doesn't seem sore on the nose anymore, and Haley starts to wonder why.

It was a pleasantly warm Sunday. Usually, the kids will be playing here and Haley's glad she get to enjoy a quiet time in the park even for a little time.

You hummed. “Woke up extra early to finish them all.”

“Why? You have plans?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Naw, had to run some errands so I can give you this,” You turned to your rucksack that Haley failed to notice again. It was bulging. Haley could only catch sight of the color brown before you successfully hid it behind your back. “Held out your hands.”

Haley narrowed her eyes. “You’re not going to prank me, are you?”

“What? No, of course not!”

“Is it a bug? You know I hate them.”

“Just do it, Hay.”

Surprised at the sudden usage of the nickname, Haley finally complied. She desperately hopes the sunlight would hide the tinge of redness starting to form on her cheeks.

Carefully, you placed a coconut on her open palms. It was plump and perfectly shaped as if it had been carefully chosen just for her. It was even wrapped poorly with a red ribbon that is a bit wrinkly and crinkled on the edges which must be because of how it was forcefully shoved in her bag. But Haley didn't find it in herself to mind. Not when you're looking at her like that as you hold your gift. “Happy birthday, Haley.” You greeted warmly.

Haley blinked, her eyes started to water, her insides warming up in all ways possible. But she didn’t dare cry.

"I... I love coconuts." Haley looked up. Her own lips betrayed her as they curled up in the widest grin she ever had. “How did you know?”

“Well,” You scratched the back of your head, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Remember when you treated my cut the other day? You made me choose between a sunflower band-aid or a coconut one. So, I kinda assumed they were your favorites.”

“B-but how? You can’t possibly summon a coconut tree at will, or even had the time to go to Calico desert.”

You laughed at that. “It was pure luck, Hay. I just talked to the traveling merchant the other day and she said she had a couple of ones in stock. But she warned me I had to buy one early today or else she’ll run out just before noon.”

“Thank you.” She couldn’t stop smiling, not if she can’t help it. “It’s really sweet of you to do all this.”

“No problem. I like it when you smile. Happiness looks good in you.”

Happiness looks good on you, too.

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A/n: I hoped I did Haley's heart event justice because she deserved soooo much better. I refuse to believe her mean girl façade is because she's plain mean. My girl is better than that.

Anyway, sorry for the super late update. You know, the usual, due to school stuff and it just so happens senior year is the busiest year of all. Had to make sure I'm complying with all the needed requirements so I can graduate this year.

Thank you, guys, for your patience. Love y'all but I love my wife more <3

#stardew valley #stardew haley #stardew farmer #stardew fanfic #haley x reader #haley x farmer

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spencerkeg · 5 months

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Stardew valley… but if the roles were all swapped around

I'll do some gals next... Eventually -w-

Character traits and relationships under the cut!

As it says on his sheet, Dr Alex Mullner was an aspiring gridball star that suffered a major injury. I think that experience humbled him in a way and he's a lot less arrogant now. He's still charming and a bit smug at times be he has the same sensitive side deep down.

I couldn't BEAR for evelyn and George to be swapped with anyone else or for them to not be his grandparents... So I just decided that whoever the NEW Alex is- is his cousin lol

He's got most of his original personality but I think he has a lot of Harvey's intelligence as well. Of course being a doctor he would need that- but harvey is also considerate of other's feelings and I think Dr Alex would be just as sweet.

In terms of.... Lurv 💕. He feels like he's missed his prime. He doesn't regret becoming a doctor but he can't deny that this was never the plan. He's a little dense in terms of who could possibly be interested in him (like harvey lol). He just needs a farmer to come pay him some special attention and listen to him geek out about football and excersize ❤️

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Think of samuel as one of those musicians on the internet that likes making sick mashups. But also he'll try and combine way too many and then make them all v electronic and synthy so it can be wild to listen too. But it makes sense to him at least!

Of course he's a gamer... He has to be. I think it's more things like shooters or bizarre indie games than strategy rpgs like og sebby likes. Also duh guitar hero.

He's way less anxious than the typical sebastian but he's just as stoic, if not more so. He hardly reacts to anything but his words are always very kind. Getting to know him means you can tell when he's happy or upset even when he gives you the same blank stare.

He's not even thinking about love. It never even crossed his mind the farmer would be into him until they ask him out. He probably turns them down at first while still thinking and figuring out how he feels lol only to realize at like 1am that he does in fact like them back ❤️

#my art #art #sketches #stardew fanart #stardew valley #sdv #alex mullner #sdv alex #sdv sam #swap au

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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He's Back

Alex x GN Farmer

Alex is finally going pro so a deadbeat has decided to make themselves known.

It was a warm fall day, Alex, his grandparents, and you were outside fixing up the house for winter.

The gutters needed cleaned and there was a side of the house that could use a fresh coat of paint, and of course the leaves were everywhere.

You four were enjoying this time because this time by next year Alex would be going pro and instead of being by your side he'd be on the television.

Kent and Elliott had stopped by not too long after the work began and felt obligated to help out. Elliott was talking with Evelyn stuffing the leaves into garbage bags that looked like jack-o-lanterns.

Alex climbed down the ladder that Kent was holding and stopped to watch for a second as you painted the side of the house, he let out a low whistle.

"Think I'm refreshed."

You looked over at him and laughed, he hopped down the ladder and came up behind you and held you close.

"Five minutes break!" He called out.

"No way." You said trying to squirm away, "I'm almost done."

While you squirmed the brush slipped from your hands causing it to swing and smear some paint into Alexs' hand, you both looked at it for a moment before Alex wiped the paint on your cheek.

You gasped and he let you go just in time for you to chase him around the house with the brush.

Evelyn watched you two fondly as George yelled out to you both;

"Don't go spilling all that paint!"

The fun was cut short when a man stepped towards the house recognizing the two elders.

"Alex?" A voice called out.

Alex froze as he came around the house, he put his hand out to stop you from going further as if it was going to protect you from the sight unfolding in front of you.

A man stepped into view, he looked completely unfamiliar the only few things that may have looked somewhat familiar to you was maybe his nose and hair.

You gripped Alex's dark skinned hand and he squeezed yours in return.

"Who are you?" Kent questioned crossing his arms.

"Alex?" The man called again completely ignoring Kent. Evelyn placed a hand on her heart and went to stand beside her grandson. Elliott stood in front of you both to stop the man from getting any closer.

"Get the Hell out of this town!" George growled out. "Yer not welcomed here!"

"I have a right to see my son Mullner." The man growled out.

"I'm not your son." Alex said barley above a whisper.

"Look at you!" The man said standing just foot back from punching distance. "I saw your name in the Grid Ball line up and then when I looked it up to make sure it was you I saw you got married!"

Alex pushed you behind him like it was going to hide you. Gently you push Alexs' hand away and step forward.

"Your Alex's sperm donor?" You ask sweetly.

The man is taken aback by the term it give you time to continue.

"I didn't know it was national deadbeat day? Who knew that you folk like to show up out of nowhere and spread your bullshit? Now I've got three bombs on me (freshly made), and Kent and I both are armed so get off of the Mullners property before I bust them out."

Kent lets out a snort behind the man who is starring at you completely offended.

"Are-Are you going to let them talk to me like this?!" The man says starring at Alex. "Your own father?!"

"Alex is more of any man's son here than yours." Elliott said sharply. "Now from what I'm guessing you're only here because Alex is finally accomplishing his dreams, no thanks to you, so you're here to mooch off of his success. If you wanted to become his father you would've called long before this."

"Who the fuck is this dweeb?!" The man said to Elliott.

"This dweeb is one of the men who's had the privilege of being a father figure to Alex! Who's gotten to see him graduate, help him with homework, and each and everyone of us in this town showed up for at least one of his games! Now I suggest you go find one of your many other children thst you may have accidentally drunkenly conceived before we pull out our weapons."

Alex's biological father looked like he was going to explode with rage;

"IM HIS FATHER YOU FA-"

"You're not my fucking father!" Alex yells stepping beside you. "You left my mom and didn't even bother to show up for her fucking funeral! You're nothing but a trashy deadbeat and I know my partner's waiting for me to give the word to drop kick you to China. So what the hell do you want?"

"Son-" the man begins but stops when he sees Alex's stare. "Alex. I...I'm sorry I figured we should get to know each other. You're going pro now and you're gonna need your family behind you."

You and Alex look at each other with a knowing look before you pull out your sword from it's sheath.

"Get out." Kent says, the sound of a gun loading is all the man needs before high-tailing it away back to the bus stop.

You turn to your in-laws and promise to finish up tomorrow, Kent and Elliott nod and start to clean up for you while you take Alex home.

He's quiet for a while, until he gets back to the house and uses your axe, mumbling something about trees needing to be cleared.

You fix the both of you a cold drink before going outside to sit with him.

His shirt's off now, thrown on the bench, he's cursing as he shows the pine tree he's cutting down absolutely no mercy. It doesn't take long for it to fall and when it does Alex stands there panting, carefully you wrap your arms around him.

Alex releases a shuddering breath and turns to you, burying his head into your neck and starts to cry. Gut wrenching sons that sound so quiet it's most likely he's used to making them that small. Your arms wrap around him tighter as continues to cry, when he's finished you two sit on the bench and he drinks what you've brought out to him.

"You know," you say softly. "I think if Kent and I worked together, we could make a rocket to actually send him to China."

Alex laughs and interlocks your fingers together, he brings your hand to his lips.

"I love you." He says in a dry voice. "I swear when we have kids I'll never do that to you, I'll never leave I swear."

"Aw man that means I'm stuck with you for life?" You say in a sarcastic voice.

Alex looks over and sees your face split into a smile. He pulls you over into a fight hug and says; "Yup."

Looking up at him you place a peck on his lips.

"For life." He says.

"Promise?" You ask.

"Promise." He says.

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yeoldesadness · 4 days

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Pelican Town Surnames

my own headcanons that i use to organize my screenshots (& for my fanfics lol)

Vanilla Pelican Town:

Sam(son), Vincent, Jodie, & Kent Marsden

Alex, George, & Evelyn Mullner

Emily & Haley Langford

Maru, Robin, & Demetrius Abara

Sebastian Whitney

Lewis Hamm

Leah Breckenridge

Elliott Thomas

Willy Pritchard

Marnie & Shane Doherty

Jas Nevin

Pam & Penny Cooper

Linus Pedretti

Clint Farran

Gunther Eberhardt

(A)Gus(tus) Tarby

Magnus Rasmodius (born Michael Reeves)

Stardew Expanded (not comprehensive):

Sophia Mondy

Olivia & Victor Jenkins

Andy Foster

Susan Jeffries

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew #stardew valley 1.6 #stardew valley expanded #idk man #this is what i got

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 8 months

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Hey 👋 Of you are in the mood for some headcanons, how about the sdv villagers reacting to a farmer that's constantly with at least 3 Junimos? The idea came to me after seeing the Easter egg in the menu. Maybe the Farmer telling them that the Junimos were the ones who fixed the community center and everything else? Thank you! Have a nice day! :D

Heya 👋 sorry for a long reply. Hope you like it and thanka fo asking ❤️

This post is long, be aware:

The trip to visit Mullner was unusual at the very least in that Junimos stealthily got into Farmer's backpack himself. All Farmer wanted to do was wish Alex a happy birthday, but the confused athlete doesn't understand why apples are rolling from his room into the living room. No loud surprised voice in the living room either, as George didn't even pay attention to Junimos, engrossed in watching his TV program. And only Grandma Evelyn almost dropped the bag of flour in the kitchen, whispering to herself, "So Farmer's Grandpa was telling her the truth..." She'd thought her childhood friend was joking about these tales, but now... Oh, dear.

Elliott saw some apples fall from the Farmer's basket, which they were holding in their hands, and he kindly wanted to offer to help the Farmer pick them up. But no sooner had the red-haired writer opened his mouth than he saw those very apples Rolling toward the forest. And if there was a slope, he would understand, but this? "Oh, that's Junimos." Pardon, who?

"Heh, funny creatures" If the Farmer thinks that after meeting with merpeople, mermaids, and giant sea monsters that almost destroyed Willy's boat and himself, he will be surprised by the harmless and cheerful forest creatures, then think again. For old sailor it's another story that you can tell the youth!

Pierre was unable to utter anything when he was buying whole cases of apples from the Farmer to resell, and from one case 5 apples with blinking eyes rolled out and disappeared from the store. Well, at least he didn't need to pay for those apples. What?

Caroline show a more emotional reaction than her husband, when she saw Junimo. What are these magical creatures? Magic? Was she supposed to go to him again to find out if these creatures were dangerous or not? To whom? Ah nothing, it doesn't matter.

Wow! What smooth movements these robots have! They look like normal cute toys. M? Not toys? Don't say that, Maru recognizes a well-made robot everywhere. What interesting models, she already wants to ask who designed them, and- ?????? Did she get it right, they disappeared? "Told ya they weren't robots." Maru was speechless.

In the carpentry shop, coughing and smoke is everywhere. Of course there is! Robin is once again berating Demetrius for almost burning down the lab again because of her beloved husband's experiments. It's all smoke and smells like burning! What if Sabby and Maru were in danger of suffocating? She told them to be careful! Oh, hey Farmer, now's not a good tim- are those apples with eyes on their shoulders?... Yep, looks like they've both had smoke inhalation, so the first hallucinations are showing up. Ok, everybody outside, now!

Like a noble dog, which courageously endures loud and pulling the tail capricious children, Marlon stands and also endures "children" in the form of forest spirits, who jump on his head, pull his cloak or play around him. And he will look at the Farmer judgmentally with that look of "go and quiet your children". Marlon has seen a lot of monsters and wonders in his life, so he's not too surprised by Junimos.

Gil is not bothered by apple-like spirits, because like his one-eyed friend, he has seen a lot. So he will go on sleeping, ignoring the noise and clamor. Seriously, even if a storm formed within the Guild, Gil wouldn't be woken up by it.

Well, Rasmodius is glad that the Farmer was able to forge such a strong connection with the forest spirits (even better than himself, unbelievable). He is still studying Junimo, so the wizard can ask the Farmer to bring the spirits here so he can ask Junimos some questions (better than forcibly teleport them to his tower).

Yeah yeah, of course... The tiny magic people did it all. And the next day, they'll clean up Pam's trailer and leave her a full can of cold beer. Kiddo, the hell are you telling her this crap? What, you think she was born yesterday to believe in these stupid fairy tales?

Nothing unusual, just Kent coming home with Jodi after grocery shopping at Pierre's. Nothing unusual, just a Farmer walking towards them who greeted them in a friendly manner. Nothing unusual, just 5 strange apples with eyes, arms and legs following the Farmer in formation. Nothing unusual... Even the fact that Jodi fainted and now Kent is bringing his dearest wife to her senses, he is no longer surprised by anything. Just 🗿 face.

Oh, what's that? The Farmer has something to show her? Okay, Penny will take her mind off the book for a minute. Is that an apple? For her? Thank you so much Farmer ❤️ They're so kind to the young teacher, she just got hungry and... Wait, why are there eyes glued on the apple?... They're blinked!? *Gasp!* Well done Farmer, the poor teacher is now lying passed out on the grass.

Harvey.exe stopped working. When Farmer told him about Junimo, the doctor first thought that Farmer had a sunstroke and was about to give them first aid. But when the apple-like creatures came out of Farmer's backpack and began to study Harvey with curiosity, the stroke had already hit him. Where are his sedatives?

It seems that Shane had gotten so used to Farmer's oddities all along that he wasn't confused at all about them squatting outside Marnie's Ranch and talking to.... apples. It's just another Tuesday for him now.

No one believed Jas and Vincent when they told the adults that they had seen the Farmer in company with moving magic apples. They, like little detectives, will now follow the unusual Farmer until they learn their secret (or until kid's parents call them home because it's dinner time!).

But the one who gets to investigate late into the night is Abigail, who believed the kids' stories and took Sam and Sebastian along as partners on a scouting mission. What will be their surprise when they follow the Farmer to the woods and see small creatures emerge from the thick foliage of a bush. Gnomes, dwarfs? What are they? Abigail will scare the Junimos away with her excitement and they will hide in the same bush. The Farmer, too, almost dies of fright and will want to climb into the bush themselves, but Abby, Sam and Sebby won't let them. Now begins the interrogation and initiation of the famous A.S.S. trio into the secrets of the no less famous Farmer.

Lewis was sincerely grateful that the Farmer, the hero of Stardew Valley, was able to restore the Community Center and return Pelican Town to its former glory. But he still doesn't understand why the Farmer doesn't want to say how they were able to restore the center, always hiding behind the fact that "some keepers of the forest helped them." Making up some fairy tales, just like their Grandpa ...

One summer morning, Leah met Farmer when she return from the lake to her home. They were carrying a woven basket of nature's gifts: mushrooms, berries, and... Oh, apples! Leah thought that the fruit of the wild forest apple trees would not ripen until early fall. Can the Farmer tell where they picked the apples? Oh, not apples? Then what are-? Huh, little eyes and little hands... Strange, she thought she was processing mushrooms when she ate them at breakfast, why would she start hallucinating... She'll be shocked when Farmer tells her she's not imagining it. Indeed, the Valley is truly full of secrets.....

Marnie warned the Farmer not to go to that strange tower. She warned, but what do we have now? Farmer with small creatures. She hope they are at least kind???? Maybe Because if they're not kind, and if they hurt Jas, then oh boy, Farmer is screwed.

Clint nearly nailed the poor Junimos with a hammer, mistaking them for rats in his blacksmith's shop. Couldn't you tell they were strange woodland creatures and not rats?! What? No, he's not surprised by the apple-like keepers of the forest, but he won't tolerate rats in his house. Clint isn't afraid of them, he just can't stand rodents.

Ah, dear friend, and in the company of Junimo! That's perfect. Linus was just telling Leo about the various spirits of the worlds, and the conversation turned to the keepers of the forest, Junimos. And now he can even introduce them to Leo. Although, Leo forgot about his mentor's lecture and started playing with Junimo together with the parrots. Linus sighed and decided that his student really needed some break from studying.

"Ewww! Rats!" Haley screamed at the whole house and cowardly climbed onto the sofa, mistaking the frightened Junimos for a horde of rodents. Haley dear, rodents can't be green, red, and apple-shaped. Her sister Emily, to be honest, would rather have rats than...what is this exactly? She, not realizing that what was near the feet of the Farmer, took her sign of Yoba, and said something (drive away evil spirits). Emily, not you too... They are harmless creatures!

Gus's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he took a knife and wanted to cut an apple for dessert in the Saloon, and the apple.... squeaked and rolled across the bar towards the Farmer. So... what do toy expect from Gus? Serve customers, even apple-like customers? What do they eat?

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krenenbaker · 9 months

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Some Stardew Villager Relationship Headcanons

What characters may interact in ways we don't see?

Note: This is a repost/updated version of a post from an old blog of mine that I no longer use. Thought that I may as well put it here on my main!

Shane and Emily are quite close, not necessarily "friends" in the common sense of the word, but they are comfortable around each other, and see each other most days of the week, whether at the saloon or around town. Emily can always make Shane smile, and Shane will always listen to Emily's stories and ramblings on about her hobbies.

Maru and the Mullner family get along very well. She - of course - works at the clinic, her shifts sometimes lining up during George and Evelyn's appointments, and has built items to help with accessibility and independence for the family members. Whether it be wheelchair lifts on staircases around town, a machine to grab items off high shelves, or even just a nicer remote control, she uses her technology skills to help them out. She also helps Alex with nutrition and meal planning, and possibly exercise routines as well! She doesn't look for payment for most of the things she does but is often invited around to the Mullners' for dinner (or for some of Evelyn's famous cookies!)

Harvey and Caroline meet up for tea on a regular basis. Caroline was worried that Harvey doesn't take enough time to relax, and invited him for tea after an aerobics class. Though Harvey does, of course, prefer coffee, he enjoys the hot tea, as well as the company of Caroline. They decide to make it a routine, and both are able to calm down and de-stress over their teatimes together.

Elliott cares deeply for Vincent, and gets along well with Sam as well. The two men bond over writing and music, at the library and on the beach. And when Sam and Vincent come to the beach during the summer, Elliott visits during his breaks. Vincent loves the stories that Elliott tells (and sometimes writes) him about the Valley, the sea, and all sorts of wonderful characters and adventures. And Elliott sees himself in Vincent's curious, outdoorsy nature.

Willy and Kent spend a good deal of time fishing together. Sometimes in silence, sometimes chatting about life. Each has a different type of history, a different type of pain, and a different type of wisdom to share, and they know instinctually what the other needs to hear that day. The two get along swimmingly because of that.

Linus has given foraging advice / tips to Leah in the past, especially when she first arrived in the valley. She did know a good amount about foraging prior to her move (specifically how not to, you know, die immediately), but Linus taught her about what is most available in the valley, and where. Leah brings some foraged items up the mountain to share a meal with her foraging mentor now and then.

#krenenbaker's :)#sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #I just love thinking about how these people interact! they live in a very small place so they *must* interact in ways the farmer isn't awar #I have another post to transfer from my old sdv blog which is a Halloween post (scheduled for October!)#from takecare-fandoms

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disneyprincessbuffyannesummers · 7 months

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Don't forget George is homophobic as well due to being an old man but eventually accepts the farmer and Alex after 10 hearts (while Evelyn instead calls the farmer her grandson from the get go)

Anon,

I totally forgot about that. However, my focus was on led him to this grumpy old man, and not his homophobia. So, I hope, that clears every-thing. If it doesn’t it’s almost 7am where I live so I’m sorry if I could not explain this well.

#geroge mullner #george sdv #asks #ask #anon #homophobia tw

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nauticallyhypnotical · 9 months

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Nuture

Alex wants to thank you for being so nice to his grandparents.

When you first moved to Pelican Town, the Mullners were the first people you befriended. Having been closest to your grandfather growing up, you had a soft spot in your heart for the elderly, and befriending Granny Evelyn and George came naturally to you. Eventually, you came to know about their daughter, Clara, who had tragically passed. They took in their grandson, Alex, not long after. You never really saw him much, as during the summer he worked the ice cream stand and other times he was either working out or hanging with Haley.

On one particular day, triggered by Penny pushing his wheelchair, George spent the rest of the day in a sour mood, even after she apologized. With help from Granny Evelyn, you decided to make him leek soup with fresh forage from the forest. It perked him up, and he was especially vulnerable with you.

He told you about the accident that left him permanently disabled, and how it made him feel knowing people look at him and see a weak, helpless old man. He opens up to you about how all he wants to do is be able to play catch with his grandson. You hold his hand as he tells you this. When he is done talking, there are tears in his eyes. You think for a moment before speaking.

"When I look at you, George, I don't see a weak old man. I see a compassionate man who puts his family first. I see a man who enjoys the little things in life, who doesn't take anything for granted. Most importantly, George, I see you." He smiles at that, and so does Granny, who heard everything from the doorway.

"Thank you, Farmer. The valley is a better place with you in it. And Evie and I have lived here for over 50 years," George said.

That evening you decided you were in the mood for something sweet, so for dinner you settled on breakfast. You were pouring syrup on your pancakes to really make it a complete breakfast, when you heard a knock on the door. You open the door to find Alex Mullner.

"Hey, Farmer girl. I just wanted to say thank you for being so nice to my grandparents, my Papaw especially. It's hard getting old, ya know? So it's real nice of you to do what you do for them," he looked down at you with a warm smile. You've never been this close to him before. He was cute. Real cute. You took note of his forest green eyes that had a natural confidence. You began to say it was no problem at all when he looked behind you and saw your set table.

"Wow, I knew I smelled something sweet. I love complete breakfast! Say, I haven't eaten yet, did you happen to make extras?" He asked excitedly.

You nod because you had more than enough pancakes left over, and invite Alex into your house. You serve him a plate and he thanks you. You notice he doesn't take a bite though, instead he waits for you to sit down.

"Do you say grace?" He asked. You say you don't, as you aren't really religious. You used to be, but that was before your parents died. Now, you don't really believe in Yoba. If he is, he isn't listening to you.

There's a moment of silence before you speak again.

"That doesn't mean you can't say grace, of course. I don't mind, really." Alex thanks you and bows his head, for some reason you feel compelled to do the same.

Alex gives grace to the food, to the pretty chef *wink*, to his grandparents, to the valley and to Yoba. You think it's poetic that someone who lost so much can still be so grateful. You open your eyes before him, and when he's done talking he looks at you with a big toothy grin.

"Alright, let's dig in!"

You make idle chit chat as you both eat, him devouring his food before you can even take two bites. He washes his plate in your sink much against your insistence. He asks you about your life before the valley, and you ask about his life in the valley. You grab a bottle of starfruit wine and offer him some, deciding the conversation can best be had on the couch. Before you know it, minutes turned to hours and it was already 9PM.

Talking to Alex tonight made you realize something. You were insanely attracted to him. You thought he was cute before the wine, but the wine only made the attraction worse. Alex had a gleam in his eye as he told you about his dream to be a professional gridball player.

"I think you could do it. I really mean that," you say, admiring everything about him. His dedication, his passion, his tousled hair, his perfect lips...

"Thanks for your support, I'll remember it when I go pro," he says. You bit your lip, and looked up to see Alex staring at you. You thought back to what he said earlier. Naughty thoughts raced your mined.

"Alex," a hot blush painted your cheeks.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" You were confident enough that his answer didn't matter, but you were also confident you knew his answer. You wanted to hear him say it, and by the end of the night you wanted him begging.

A confident smirk spread across his lips.

"Yeah, I meant it. You might even be prettier than Haley," he said. You weren't pleased to be compared to another woman, and you wanted to let him know that.

"Don't ever compare me to anybody else, do you hear me?" You said, pointing a finger at him. He was shocked from your outburst.

"Wow, alright, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he sputtered. A blush ghosted his cheeks.

"My granny always taught me to respect women, I don't mean to offend you," he continued. You had an idea.

"I know of one way you can make it up to me," you said. You brought your head close to his.

"What's that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper and his blush deepened. You smirked.

"Kiss me, Alex," you breathed, allowing him to close the gap. He kissed you hungrily, the wine leaving the two of you buzzed. He pulled you into his lap and held onto your hips tightly. You ran your fingers up his neck and through his hair before taking a fistful of it.

"Don't be hasty, puppy, Mommy's not going anywhere," you cooed. He whined at that, pressing his lips against your neck and sucking on it. You gasped in response. His hands continued wandering your body before settling on your breasts. He massaged them through your dress and you caught his lips in yours, sucking on his bottom lip and moaning into his mouth. You could feel him getting hard underneath you as your tongues whirled against each other.

"How far do you want to take this, puppy?" You asked him when you finally pulled away, rubbing his face with the back of your hand and smiling sweetly as he leaned into your touch.

"I'm willing to do whatever you want to do. I am a gentleman, after all," he smiled shyly at you for the first time and you almost melted. You didn't know Alex Mullner knew shy. A new fire lit up inside you.

"Good, then get on your knees for me," you commanded, removing yourself from his lap and making yourself comfortable on the couch. You pulled your dress up to your waist and removed your panties. They were printed with strawberries, you picked them out to match your dress. Alex hummed with delight, his eyes darkening with arousal because of the sight before him. He did as he was told and got on his knees in between your legs.

"Be a good boy, and lick my pussy," you said, shyness out the window. Alex was eager to please, and he spread your legs apart and inhaled your scent. You smelled sweet, like the syrup from dinner. He kissed up both your thighs and you couldn't help but shudder. He took his time reaching your heat, looking up at you as he hovered his lips above it. He held eye contact with you for a moment before his lips enveloped your swollen clit, already so turned on for him.

"A-ah~" you cried out. "Fuck!"

He flattened his tongue and licked your entire pussy, the tip peeking curiously into your hole. His left hand held you down by your stomach as you humped his face, his other hand cupping at your breast.

"Oh, you're making me feel so good, puppy~" you cooed, and he groaned against your clit, sending the vibrations through your whole body. Ensuring you were wet enough, he focused his tongue on your clit and pulled his hand away from your tit, choosing instead to shove his middle and ring finger into your sopping wet hole. He curled them upward just right and had you arching your back off the couch. It didn't take long before you were crying out his name and cumming all over his face. He pulled his fingers out of you, humming pleasantly at how wet you made him, and looked at his fingers thoughtfully. He looked back at you and with your lips parted slightly, he took his chance to shove his fingers in your mouth. You happily accepted them, grabbing his wrist and twirling your tongue around his digits, becoming acquainted with your own flavor.

Once you were satisfied, you popped his fingers out of your mouth and pulled him towards you. You kissed him sweetly before trading places with him, kneeling before him.

"Since you were such a good boy, I'll let you fuck my mouth," you purred up at him. You opened your mouth wide for him and stuck your tongue flat out. He obviously wasted no time pulling his thick length out and placing it upon your entrance.

Closing your lips around him, you helped him slide himself down your throat. Once he was sure you could handle him, he regained his confidence and grabbed fistfuls of your hair on either side of your head to help him fuck you.

"Fuck, you're such a pretty girl taking my cock, yeah? You wanted it so bad didn't you? Well, you can have it," he grunted as he thrust in and out of you. You had to relax and breathe through your nose as he took complete advantage of your mouth. Your tongue underneath his length caused slobber to pool out of your mouth, your face getting messy. It wasn't long before you could feel his dick start throbbing and he suddenly thrust it in the back of your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat. You had no choice but to swallow every last drop. His hands still in your hair, he pulled you off him.

"Get up here so I can fuck your needy ass properly," he growled. You mewled in anticipation as you did what you were told, the roles from earlier reversing. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and positioned you so you were hanging over the side of the couch. He used his other hand to smack your ass hard, leaving a red handprint. He spanked you again, and again, and again until you were crying out from pain. He rubs one hand over your sore cheek, and uses his other hand to rub spit on his cock, lining it up with your throbbing wet hole. He hunches over you, and breathes a plea into your ear.

"Say you want it. Please," he begs.

"I want it, Alex. God, I want you so bad," You whine in return. With one swift motion he enters you, the two of you groaning in harmony. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming into you again, his hips slapping into your ass. He pounds into you for a while, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"You feel so good, you take me so well. I just wanna make you feel good, make you feel so so good," he murmured, rutting into you with purpose. He was hitting all the right spots, fucking you so good you saw stars. He returned a hand to your hair and you cried out as he grabbed and yanked your head back. He leaned forward and bit into your shoulder roughly and you screamed.

"Oh fuck, yes daddy fuck me!" He twitched and growled.

"Say it again," he commanded.

"Your cock feels soo good in my pussy, daddy!" You moaned. It was then that Alex decided he needed to make you moan as much as he possibly could, for as long as he possibly could. He didn't need anybody else, not with how good you're taking his cock underneath him. How well you clench around him, and how prettily you say his name? Not to mention he's never had a girl call him daddy before, and he could get used to hearing that.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked, slowing his thrusting down slightly.

"Yes, daddy, cum in me pleaseee~" you begged, throwing your hips back desperately. He came immediately, pushing himself as deep as possible as he cried out.

"Fuckkk, you're such a good girl," he breathed into your neck. He pulled out of you, and watched fascinatingly as a glob of his cum spilled out of you. You slinked off the couch and onto the floor in front of him, massaging his thighs once more.

"Let me show you how good I can really be, daddy," you whispered. Alex's breath caught in his throat. He was in for a wild ride.

#stardew valley #fanfic #alex mullner #alex sdv #smut

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sunkingwrites · 4 months

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Dragging yourself to the clinic for another muscle remedy

gn reader but let's be honest, it's just me × Harvey from Stardew

☆~ suggestive ~☆

"You look like sh-" Harvey's gaze slides from you to the older woman waiting for her prescription.

Evelyn greets you with a genuine smile, cloaking her eyes with wrinkles. "Hello dearie." You can't help but return her sincerity, opting to move your attention from the doctor, "How is George doing?"

"Oh, you know, always in front of that screen he likes. He didn't want to come with me today so young Harvey here came to fetch me from home-" She shoots you an exaggerated wink, "If I'm lucky he'll walk me back too."

"Really?" You look back in Harvey's direction where he's decided the most interesting thing in the room is his cuticles.

Before you can tease him, Maru opens the door to the waiting room. Pills clinking in plastic seems to catch Harvey's attention as Maru slides him an official paper to sign.

You pay no mind to it, it's not for you- instead you catch Harvey's eyes wandering to where Maru is now bending over to talk with Evelyn. Your fingers tap the polished front counter purposely and his attention jolts back to you, your face, the bags under your eyes, and the twitch at the corner of your mouth.

"Sorry sorry, you wanted a muscle remedy?" His eyes wander from your face to your hands, all over you, then with great effort it seems, he drags his gaze back to your eyes.

You catch his freckled hands twitch across the counter, you want to hold them, to kiss those fingers and tell him to keep looking. Instead you huff, eyebrows raising with a slight concern for your own appearance. "Was it that obvious?" You swipe at your eyes, rubbing your face and holding back a groan.

"How long were you out last night?" He's already fiddling with a cabinet on the far wall, getting the right bottle. This is muscle memory to him by now, in fact, he should have had the bottle on the counter by the time you had reached it, but he'd been distracted.

"Late." The one word has his hands twitching again, just slightly. You pull your mind back from the places it oh so desperately wants to travel. Evelyn is here, and with it being a Thursday, so is Maru.

"You really should be more careful, there aren't many who could bring you up if you passed out down in the mines."

"Are you saying I'm too heavy, Harvey?"

That makes his eyes widen. He sets the bottle firmly on the counter and holds both his hands out. "No, that's not- I meant to say that you're brave, not many people would risk going down there... You're strong"

His breathing has picked up, he's been helping you notice these slight changes. You haven't told him yet that you've been using this newfound information to tease him.

"I'm just joking with you, Harv, c'mon." You grab the bottle of muscle remedy, and your fingers brush his hand. It really sets him off. Stuttering, red-faced, the whole thing- he clearly can't take a joke today. Maybe it has to do with Maru being around.

"Aren't you going to offer to walk Evelyn home, like a good doctor?" The statement does nothing to calm his nerves, but it does give him a task.

He steps behind the door leading into the back and in a few moments, he's reappearing from the waiting room door, wearing a jacket. His face is considerably more rosy than red and his hands are no longer shaking; he must have done some breathing exercises.

"Missus Mullner, if everything is sorted, would you like me to walk you home?"

His voice is sweet, and sincerely so- for a moment it brings you back to how he sounds with your lips against his. Honey coated, bordering on sickly with how sweet he is, how gentle he tries so hard to be.

You love to make him lose himself, forgo the gentle sweetness for a more potent desire, bordering on obsession - and with him, it's so easy, "like flicking on a switch" you've told him, only for him to cower behind his hands.

"Thank you for the offer, doctor, I think I'll be taking you up on it." Maru helps Evelyn to her feet and Harvey offers his arm for her to hold. Evelyn gladly takes his arm with a giggle that reminds everyone in the clinic this woman used to be a giddy young girl.

You wave goodbye to Maru and hold the clinic door open for the pair, when you catch Harvey staring at his hands again, only for a second.

"It was nice seeing you dear," Evelyn's warm smile is contagious as you smile back, before adding to Harvey as the pair walks away- "Nice nails, doctor!"

You don't catch what Evelyn is saying to him as they walk in the opposite direction from your house.

What you do catch is the clenching of Harvey's fist at his free side. You allow yourself to remember the sting of his nails desperately clawing at your back as he yields beneath you.

The bottle of muscle remedy is opened and drained before you even catch a glimpse of your house.

#sdv <3 #sdv harvey #sunkingrambles #harvey <3 #sunkingdrabbles #if there are any spelling mistakes- tell me ig? i dont really care tho xD just needed to put this in the world #i wanna make him sweat #wanna make him neerrvoouuss #so then i can comfort him 😈#so evil right right?? hebdkgnc

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