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writer-by-the-sea · 1 year

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hello!! may i request something fluffy where a touch starved elliott is visited by a farmer who can’t sleep and wants to cuddle with him? they’re not yet dating, but there’s EXTREME romantic tension between them

Slightly BARELY NSFT, No beta, no spell check lol

The storm raged outside, the lighting illuminating my cabin, each flash of light shortly accompanied by thunder that roared so loudly it shook my bed. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the rain beating down on the roof and providing me with the white noise I would normally crave; but now I laid there disturbed by the storm and sleep continues to evade me.

I let my thoughts slip to the farmer… Weeks ago they told me how they can’t have trouble sleeping through the night, that they were considering pills to help them through the night. I couldn’t help by wonder how they were fairing this night. Were they just as frustrated as I? Tossing and turning under the covers and considering giving up and waiting for the morning?

All I knew was that tomorrow would be a day with many cups of coffee, perhaps even an espresso or two.

I leaned over, reaching for my bedside lamp, flicking the switch with well rehearsed practice— only for the light to ignore me. I blinked at the light, tapping the switching again, and then once more..

“Lovely,” I mumbled and stood. The power was out.

Near my desk sat an oil lamp, one that I preferred to save for emergencies; I suppose this fell into that category. I considered what I would do with my time now, writing coming across my mind. Although, as of late, anything I’ve written has only been conveying my sappy and desperate need for the touch of another.

For far too long I’ve lived in this cabin alone. Something I thought I would enjoy, but I find myself feeling more and more lonely as each day passes. These days it’s gotten to the point where I find myself starved for attention. I wander around town more often than ever, finding excuses to see the others (mostly the farmer,) and I go on to bore them with tales of my unsuccessful writings.

With my lamp lit, I found my way back to my bed, my new plan for the night to reread over my pages and correct any mistakes I come across. Forever I will misspell at minimum ten words per page.

I may be a writer but I am no expert at spelling, ironic as it may be.

Just as I began to settle back in bed, there’s a knock at the door.

Unusual, but it wouldn’t be the first time Willy visited in the dead of the night. He might be in need of some snacks if he saw Sebastian earlier in the day, or asking for help to shovel rain water out of his shop again.

I groaned and slipped out of bed, now giving up on my plans and preparing myself for Willy’s visit. A night of fishermen’s stories and tellings of his childhood. Not that I minded it, but I would rather relax tonight..

The knocking came again, urging me to open it and let them in. Part of me was tempted to ignore it, to pretend to be sleeping and leave Willy on his own — as rude as it may be.

But then—

“Elliott?” A voice called from outside my door, helpless and scared.

I ran to the door, flinging it open to reveal the farmer standing there. Drenched from head to toe, but still smiling as I greeted them. “Oh my goodness!” I cried and stepped back, opening the door even further and ushered them inside. “You must be freezing! Please, come inside!”

The farmer quickly ducked in, wasting no time in kicking off their boots and closing the door behind them. “I’m sorry to drop by so late,” they began and removed their jacket. “I just—“

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked and took their jacket. I hung it and then offered a towel.

They gave me a sheepish smile, nodding and accepting the towel. “Did I wake you?”

I waved them off. “No worries, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Is it okay if… I stay here a while?”

I could tell they were embarrassed to ask, scared even as they avoided my gaze. If not for the cold weather outside, I would think they were hiding heated cheeked. But that may have just been wishful thinking. “Of course!” I replied. “Stay as long as you like—“ I paused, looking over their drenched clothes and uncertain on how to phrase my next words. “Do you… perhaps need a change of clothes?”

The farmer looked down again, chewing their bottom lip and twisting their hands in front of themselves. “I don’t want to be a burden—“

“Nonsense!” I rushed to my dresser, plucking a few of my clothes out to present them. Mostly oversized clothing, things I haven’t worn in ages but I knew would be comfortable and warm. It would definitely be better than what they wore now, anyway. “Let me know if these are okay,” I said and handed the clothes over. “You can change in the bathroom if—“

“Thank you!” The farmer replied and took the offered clothing….

And then began to strip before me.

I gasped and spun around, heat flooding my cheeks from what I’d saw so little of. Soft, supple skin… A few minor scars across their body, no doubt from the farm and the mines… How I wished to turn back around and take them into my arms, to kiss every scar, to lick every curve, to worship and adore their body just as they deserved.

I held myself back, taking a breath and moving to my bed to readjust the blankets and pillows. I wasn’t sure what tonight would bring, I wanted to keep my hopes low but—

“You can turn back around.”

They stood there, my sweater hanging off one shoulder and my old pajama pants hanging low on their waist. “Sorry about that,” the farmer mumbled. “I was actually really cold and started changing without thinking.”

“It’s no problem.” I chuckled and took their wet clothes from them, moving to hang them in my bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Once in the bathroom, I closed the door behind me. How could they look so adorable in my clothing….

I slowly hung their clothing, willing down the urge to run back out and pull the farmer into my arms. To compliment them on how cute they looked, to kiss across their exposed skin and slip my hands under the sweater they wore. To lead them into my bed and remove their borrowed clothing piece by piece—

“Fuck,” I whispered and stared down at the shirt I held. I forced myself to hang it up with everything else.

Tonight, the farmer came to me for a place to relax. For a place to hide out the storm. For a place they knew they could trust without a starving writers wandering hands all over their body. Their perfect, gorgeous, sexy, strong body.

I shook my head and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to chat with the farmer about the weather, about the night sky, about everything but my cravings to just touch them. But all of the words fell out of my mouth.

They laid in my bed, under the covers and flipping through one of my books from the library. The light of my lantern dancing across them, their beauty freezing me in place. A fantasy I’ve dreamt of a million times, only now I could do nothing. My breathing unsteady, the palms now sweaty, my throat dry and all words failing me as I let my eyes trail over them.

The farmer noticed me and scooted to the side of my bed, pushing themselves into the wall before patting the empty side. “It’ll be warmer under the covers,” was all they said before they looked back down at the book. A book that only detailed the secret to ‘writing an award willing novel.’ Something I knew they wouldn’t actually be interested in but…

I climbed into the bed and slid under the covers, biting my tongue when my leg brushed against their own. This couldn’t actually be happening, right? There was no storm outside and I was simply in a very deep sleep. If not for the warmth coming from the farmer, I may have actually believed I was dreaming…

The farmer leaned towards me, their head coming to rest on my shoulder, their book now closed and forgotten in their lap. I kept my eyes forward, my hands turning to fists as I let the weight of their head settle upon me. “This is nice,” they whispered and snuggled in a little further, one of their hands going to lap on my arm. “Do you mind?”

“No,” I muttered back, gulping as they shifted even closer, their arm now laying across my chest as they got more comfortable. “I— I don’t mind.”

My body felt like it was being doused in flames, feeling more aware than ever of everything around me. The rain coming back to my mind, softer than before as it fell across the roof, the thunder still rumbling outside but now miles away, the farmers hair as it brushed against my cheek, their arm as it laid over my fast beating heart, their thumb as it caressed my arm.

“I really appreciate you letting me come in tonight…” I could feel their breath across my neck, my body shivering as I let the feeling wash over me.

I took a breath, attempting to form the words. Their legs were on my own now, the farmer pulling me further into the bed and encouraging me to relax and our combined warmth made my eyes grow heavy.

“I’ve dreamt of this so many times,” I said, my voice a whisper as I finally gave me.

The farmer giggled, their laugh light and adorable… and bringing what I’d just said to light. “And? Is it everything you imagined?”

I sighed and wrapped one of my arms around them. “Even better.”

In the morning I would wake with the farmer still in my arms, their nose tucked into my neck and snoring softly. Our first night together that would become one of many.

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arrowsperpetualcringe · 11 months

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Personally not my mans, but a friend of mines likes him, so I was inspired to draw the boy

#i actually really like elliot #silly beach poetry man #but alas my heart belongs to another #stardew valley #sdv #sdv elliot #elliot sdv #stardew valley elliott #elliot stardew valley #stardew elliott #elliot stardew #my art #digital art

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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I'm Right Here

Yandere Elliott finding out your pregnant

Elliott x FEM bodied reader

This is based on a scene in the game after you divorce Elliott. Mentions of depression and an attempted suicide.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

You looked at the pregnancy test on the sink, the two little lines indicating a whole new world of bullshit. Five months ago you and Elliott had gotten divorced, his obsessive behavior finally becoming too much for you but now...now what you wouldn't give to have him here at least to comfort you.

Three months ago you and him were at the Saloon and you both had one too many drinks and one thing led to another and in the morning you had a familiar ache between your legs and enough energy to run out of his cabin without looking back.

Looking at one of the tests you put one in your pocket and take a deep breath, he's got to know. You have to tell him, you have to tell him a lot of things.

You go outside in the pouring rain, the flag to your letterbox is up, you open it and see a letter from Elliott asking you to come to the beach.

You feel sick to your stomach, so many horrible possibilities run through your brain. You two haven't spoken since that night and you've heard from Leah that he wasn't doing so great, her and Willy keeping an extra sharp eye on him. It made your stomach churn, fear that you'd miss your chance to tell him.

Shoving the thoughts down you decide what must be done, you turn towards your house to grab a jacket finding it locked. You curse, Elliott most likely still has his key. Hopefully you can catch him on time.

By the time you make it to the beach, Elliott's standing in the dock, he looks weakened like he hasn't been taking care of himself, the bags under his eyes are deep and prominent, the he looks thinned out, his muscles looked weak, even his hair looked greasy.

"Elliott?" You call out coming closer to him, you're shivering and when he turns to you he notices.

"What are you doing without a coat?!" Elliott says rushing to meet you in the middle of the dock, he throws off his jacket and puts it in you.

"I locked myself out.." you admit shamefully.

Elliott sighs and pulls out his house key from a chain around his neck, with it his wedding ring.

You don't want him to take it off, it physically pains you to see the chain come off and fall into your hand.

The cold metal of your ring presses against your chest and reminds you that you two are more alike than you think.

"Why did you want to meet here?" You ask clutching the necklace tightly.

Elliott's quiet for a moment, then he walks towards the edge of the dock and speaks:

"Remember the last time we were out at sea? I spent a long time thinking about it after finishing my novel..."

You did, you remembered the entire moment like it just happened and you loved every moment of it.

"I always knew things wouldn't end well between us and deep down I always knew I'd never see the day I'd grow old."

Cold fills your veins, dread fills your heart. You reach forward and hesitate to grab his hand, to pull him off the dock and into his home.

"As it turns out not only are the unsuccessful but the unfortunate are afraid of death.."

"Elliott.." you say.

He turns and smiles at you, he lets out a small chuckle and says;

"Don't worry I'm not going to die I'll probably come back as a fish or something.."

Without thinking you throw yourself at his back wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his chest, he stumbled backwards.

"WILLY!" You scream out, hoping that he hears you.

"(y/n)!" Elliott almost yells at you. "Let me go!"

"No!" You scream out. "WILLY GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!"

Thunder roars and Elliott moves swings you around trying to get you off of him.

"If you go, you're going to take the two of us with you!"

Elliott pauses, your weight is doing more to him than you think, without thinking he reaches behind him and presses a hand to your unusually firm stomach.

You're starting to cry the rain thankfully mixing your tears. Finally the door to Willy's place opens and he sees you two.

"HELP ME GET HIM OFF THE DOCK!" You yell.

Willy understands what's happening immediately, and rush to help you. You hop off his back and Willy helps you take Elliott back to his house. He doesn't fight you two.

You three enter and Elliott goes on his bed and sits there unable to look at either of you.

"Keep him inside." Willy says, "I'll go get Harvey."

You nod and sit with him.

For a moment the only sound you two hear is the rain hitting the ceiling, the smell of the rain and sea mixing together in the house.

"You didn't mean Willy up there." Elliott says softly.

"No.." you say, "I didn't.."

"Are you pregnant?" He asks looking over at you, his eyes are red and he looks so broken.

You nod and start to tear up. For a moment he's quiet, and then he looks over and with humor in his voice he asks;

"Is it mine?"

You grab his pillow and make a swing at him, he smiles and puts a hand up to deflect the hit.

"Asshole!" You grunt out, Elliott grabs the pillow and you two struggle with it before the both of you are hanging onto it tightly, you're glaring at him but he's got happy tears going down his face.

"I know I'm just joking."

You let go of the pillow and he puts it beside him.

"I'm keeping it." You state, "I know you don't want to stay but...but if you did and if you wanted to know them..you're more than welcome to."

"I'm gonna be a dad." He breathes out.

"Ellie..." You say, "You can't try and leave like that again..please I can't..I can't- they won't understand and I'd..I'd miss you too much."

"You'd miss me?" He scoffs.

"I wasnt that drunk." You say the tears come easily.

"I miss you, I know how you can get but if we can work together on it so you don't keep me in bed rest just because you're jealous..."

Elliott winced, he isn't proud of his past actions.

"Then I'd welcome you back.."

"Ok." Elliott states, "I'll work on it, I'll get better and I won't leave you, I don't think I'd have it in me after..this."

You press the hand that still holds the necklace and press it back into his hand. Wordlessly he unclips the necklace and puts his ring back on his finger.

"I'll get you a new one." He promises.

"No need." You say pulling your necklace out and unclip it and put your ring back on your ring finger.

Once you're finished you notice Elliott's watching you, for how long you don't know. You stare at each other for a moment before he leans forward and kisses you. You pull yourself more on the bed, Elliott presses himself against you like you're air, like he's trying to make sure you know how much he loves you. His hand goes on your stomach and he breaks for air, his head going into your shoulder. You feel his entire body start to shake and his small cry goes to a sob.

You hang onto him tightly, as his cries continue to grow.

"I'm sorry." He sobs out, "(y/n) I'm so sorry, for everything. I love you. I swear I do I'll get better for you, for us, I swear."

The door opens and Harvey and Willy walk back in.

Elliott and Harvey talk for a long time, Willy stands at the door and you sit beside Elliott holding his hand.

At the end of it, Harvey says he's going to call a friend in the city for Elliott but tonight he shouldn't be alone.

"He can stay with me." Willy states, "Or if (y/n) wishes to keep an eye on 'im."

"I'll go with them." Elliott says, "They locked themselves out and I still have my key.."

Harvey nods and looks over at you for reassurance which you give in the form of a nod.

Once you and Elliott reach your place and he unlocks the door you're both soaking wet.

"I'll go get some spare clothes." You tell him, "I still have some of yours.."

When you come back into the living room Elliott's taken off most of his clothes and set the wet ones in the dryer.

You've seen him naked before, you've seen him fully clothed, but you can never prepare yourself the sight for how beautiful he is to you.

You wish the storm had taken out the power because you're blushing so incredibly hard at the sight of him.

Elliott gives you a soft smile at the notice of your expression. He walks forward and kisses your forehead before taking his clothes into the bathroom.

A few minutes later you're changed and both of your clothes are in the dryer, Elliott comes out holding one of the positive tests in his hand. He looks up at your with tears running down his face and asks:

"Can I frame this?"

You giggled and nod, grabbing his hand you lead him to your bed, hesitantly he puts the test on the nightstand and crawls under the covers with you.

"Are you sure?" He asks

"Yes." You say, "Are you ok with it?"

"Absolutely," Elliott says, he takes your cold hand from under the covers and presses a kiss to it. "I haven't been able to sleep since we divorced."

"You slept pretty well last time I saw you." You grunt out curling towards his chest.

"That's because I had a wonderful work out before then." He says,

You both chuckle at his response and you sneak one of your hands in his, gripping it tightly.

"I'm right here." He says, "I'm right here."

"So am I." You say, "I'm not going anywhere again."

Elliot's hand grips yours and his other sneaks around your waist.

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deadlymagicbeans · 1 year

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Can I request some head canons for being married to Elliott please?

** Hi Anon! I'd love too! the romantic nerd that is Elliott need's some love sometimes - Bean**

Elliott Married life Headcanons:

Reader is gender neutral

When you and Elliott are dating he's the normal level of clingy but oh boy, once your married he's practically stuck to you like glue. his love language is physical touch in times when his vocal vocabulary fails him to express how much he loves you through words.

He tries his hardest to help you around the farm, watering crops is his favourite farm chore. he may or may not have tried to have fed the chickens once…. it didn't go well, so sticking to plants is his go-to.

Tries his hardest to cook for you. did he burn down the kitchen once? yes, does he also manage to set fire to the toaster every time he makes toast? also a yes but he is determined to give his S/O the best food they've ever tasted to show gratitude to them for all they do.

!LOVE! !LETTERS!, even sat next to you or far away as in the book tour he did. he's writing to you and about you, what? he can't help it the man practically can't stop gushing about the fact that he's your husband! (With him being a writer it means his letters are full of words of love spoken so beautifully but with a lot of romantic clichés)

This man has a whole collection of hair products and hoards them like mad in your bathroom, good luck trying to find any space in there for your stuff. but now you know how he keeps his hair so silky and smooth.

Everywhere Elliott goes he always keeps at least several of your wedding photos with him either in his pocket or in his wallet. it makes him smile every time he looks at them plus he likes to constantly show them off.

Make him crab cakes once, he's smitten but every week? he's in paradise. who knew married life was so blissful.

He loves to kiss, your forehead, hands, shoulders, mouth and when he's feeling very romantic your neck. this man practically worships the ground you walk on he's never gonna miss an opportunity to kiss you.

If you like to Braid his hair or put flowers in it, good luck trying to change it or asking him to take them out. That man will protect the braids you put in his hair as if his life depended on it.

Sometimes he looses track of how long he's been writing or in a block for. just remind him to look after himself and bring him something to eat as he's terrible at looking after himself sometimes.

His favourite way to relax and end everyday is sit on the porch with his S/O with a book watching the sun go down, it's cheesy but that's Elliott for you.

#x reader #elliot stardew #stardew valley #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv elliot x reader #headcanon #fanfiction #fanfiction requests

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feywild-meadows · 22 days

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Elliott - ‘I had a feeling that you would show up. Perhaps we're connected by an other-worldly thread’

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fuerrziah · 2 years

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hes so find i won't him

#stardew valley #fanart #art #sdv #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #elliott #stardew valley fanart #stardew valley elliott #mermay #merman #elliot #stardew valley elliot #elliot stardew #elliott stardew valley

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shegxox · 1 year

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me absolutely not wanting to get into any romantic relationship and has commitment issues:

also me:

#giggling and kicking my feet #he is my babygirl #he's so fucking beautiful #sdv #sdv elliot #elliot sdv #stardew #stardew elliot #elliot stardew #stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #elliot x farmer #elliot stardew valley #i love him so bad

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artscythe · 1 year

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I really want to redraw this some time... I'm currently working on improving my art to make my style a bit more natural and immersive. You know those drawings that just suck you in? The ones that have you looking in at every corner and whose lighting and naturality make you feel like you are peering into a different world. It might be a difficult goal, but I love making art and really want to learn to create something like that. Let me know if you'd like me to share some of my journey :)

You can hang up this drawing of Elliot in your room by checking out my Etsy shop:)

#stardew valley #stardew fanart #stardewvalley #stardew #sdv #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #sdv elliott #elliot stardew

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crab-in-elliotts-shirt-pocket · 1 year

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Yandere Elliott Mod (White Heart Ending)

*After playing the...Black Hearts ending*

"Elliott, I swear to god if you murder me and throw my body in the ocean I am gonna be so mad at you!" >:(

Well this was a disturbing experience, but I am looking forward to downloading more mods! (mainly expanded spouse dialogue and cottage core aesthetics.)

#elliot sdv #elliot stardew #stardew elliott #sdv elliott #elliot stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #yandere elliott

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writer-by-the-sea · 1 year

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Elliott: Please, help me convince my farmer to try yoga with me.

Elliott: To stand together in the sand, refresh our mind, our bodies, our souls. To allow the fresh ocean breeze to embrace us and fulfill our curious minds. To take a journey together into the greater unknown. To explore within ourselves and the universe and to fully understand what the true meaning of life is...

Farmer: You're just trying to get me to do downward-facing dog.....

Elliott: I--

Elliott: Yes, but, wait! Don't go!

#stardew valley #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #elliot stardew #elliot stardew valley #sdv elliott #sdv #elliott sdv #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliot x reader #sdv elliot #elliott stardew valley #stardew valley incorrect quotes #stardew farmer #stardew valley elliot #elliott #elliot sdv #incorrect quotes

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octo-blobs · 2 years

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im obsessed with stardew valley elliott, im obsessed with the way he likes the wet, cold, fresh, still-snapping lobsters i bring to him in the middle of the dusty library, im going to marry him(: (he/him for my mc)

#stardew valley #elliot stardew #sdv #oc x character #doodle #sketch #comedy #silly #lgbt #mlm #trans art

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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Elliott with a single parent farmer

Gif not mine

When you two arrived no one told him you had a toddler

So when he sees them he's automatically thinking "Oh they've got a partner"

Once you two get to know each other a little more you tell him that your partner gave you custody after they didn't think they could be a parent, they still had visitation but they were more like an estranged relative than a parent

Elliott was heartbroken for the both of you

He adores your child and whenever they're around he'll play with them

Helps you out on the farm when you become overwhelmed

The kid doesn't know some words yet so it's fun to teach them

"Fuck!" "Oh, No, no sweetie DUCK. Duck. It's a duck!"

You never let him live that one down

If you can't do something because of the kid he's right beside you two either help so you can or to make sure you aren't lonely

Flower dance involves the kid on his hip or on his feet, their hands holding onto his fingers

You three have little dance parties to kid shows that have a lot of music

Elliott starts to write some fairytales for them or a children's series based around them

Willy definitely becomes a sort of grandfather to the kid, with you three at the beach so often

Willy so taught them how to fish

Leah babysits and has the kid create art projects for the two of you while they sit at her place or yours

The kid starts calling him "Da," out of nowhere and it has you both blushing

"I'm sorry I don't know where he learned it from." "No, don't be it's adorable, I quite enjoy the nickname."

When you let him babysit you'll come in to see the baby sleeping in his chest while he's asleep, a fairytale book open on the bed.

An absolutely amazing dad loves both you and the kid with his entire soul

Whoever proposes uses the kiddo to help give the other the necklace

Always asks your permission before doing anything with the kid

Horrified of overstepping a boundary until you finally tell him it's ok

You ask him if he wants to officially adopt the baby once you two are married and he sobs

Your wedding day is also the day he adopts the kiddo

Adores you both and never lets you go a day without knowing it.

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