just-a-farmer

[just-a-farmer]

stardew valley x farmer

I will write for any of the bachelors or bachelorettes x f!reader or gn!reader (just specify!)

willing to maybe do other characters depending on the request!

[just-a-farmer]

Broken Hearted People

Harvey x farmer

Alex x farmer

Summary : Dean was running from her problems - she knew she was. But did it really matter when she finally found herself surrounded by people who cared? However with small town care came an intimacy with others she wasn't sure she could handle.

Alex isn't very complicated. He liked gridball and joking around. He may be exactly what she needed right now.

But that doesn't stop her from dreaming of the sad eyes of the town doctor.

Chapter One : can’t wait to be home again

The bus sputtered to a depressing stop - still a bit over two miles from her destination. She was the only one left on, no one heading this far out. Well, no one but her.

“Last stop, miss.” The bus driver drawled and she huffed a quiet ‘thank you’ she deboarded the rickety vessel.

“No shit,” She looked around her, a trash can on its side, a dilapidated little bench - and not a house in site. Well, no turning back now she thought to herself. Not that turning back had ever really been an option. That was sort of the point of running away from your problems.

The walk was peaceful, and breathtaking; both metaphorically and literally - she was sweating her ass off. It started to help her clear her mind, and she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the sun basking on her. Finally, a small clearing came into her focus around a little bend in the broken cobblestone road. There was no bench at this stop. And she only knew it was a stop due to the post - a bus sign sitting on the ground propped against it. Besides that it was cute, a few trees sprinkled in the small clearing, a wood post fence encompassing the area.

“Abbie!” A voice called and she winced at the old knick-name. It was something she hadn’t heard in a decade. A stout older man, with a permanently furrowed brow was beelining it from the path, gesturing for her wildly. Mayor Lewis. Behind him a pretty but stern auburn hair woman followed, at her own pace, she noted, smirking internally.

“Hello,” She greeted awkwardly, coming to the opening in the fence, “I go by Dean, now.” She corrected him, catching a brief deepening of his scowl, “If, you please. How are you, Mayor Lewis? It’s been years.” She continued quickly before he had time to let his mood sour.

She remembered him from summers visiting her grandpa at his farm. Dean knew he loved Stardew Valley dearly, but beyond that? He tolerated very little else. Her grandpa had been one of those few things. And yet, she had many memories of him scolding her and the other towns children for various shenanigans. That was the last time she saw him. Just before her twelfth birthday - the last time she visited her grandpa.

“Of course.” He nodded curtly, gesturing for her to walk in the opposite direction from where he had come. The stern ginger had caught up to the pair at this point, frowning.

“Least you could do is introduce us, Lewis.” She made a small ‘hrp’ following the statement. Dean remembered her, albeit vaguely, and she was secretly thankful the woman had insisted.

“Robin, this is Dean, Dean this is Robin - the town’s carpenter-” It clicked.

“You spent practically a week at the farm that one summer,” She smiled widely, “The roof was leaking and it was a summer storm. Pa insisted you just toss down some buckets but you fixed it.” Dean gushed before she could really stop herself. She remembered that moment vividly, seeing a woman so strong, both in attitude and determination - it had enthralled a little seven year old Aberdeen. Robin smiled gently and nodded.

“Aye, it was quite the storm, and always my pleasure to help - your grandfather was a good man.” Dean’s smile tightened slightly at the words but she nodded eagerly.

“Can we please go?” Mayor Lewis cut in, false pleasantries (what little he had) forgotten as he tapped his foot annoyed. Robin looked at Dean, both of them poorly suppressing a smirk before following the man towards her grandpa’s old farm.

Old indeed. Mayor Lewis gave her the key, explained how a few things worked, guided by Robin when he would say something incorrect, and then they were gone. And she was alone.

It didn’t matter how small and broken down the structure was that evening, because when her head hit the pillow - not even the scent of mothballs could keep her up. The day was long. Arriving at the farm midafternoon left her little daylight - but still she had managed to clear a patch right in front of her deck big enough to plant the parsnip seeds Lewis had generously gifted her. “A gift from the valley,” He said. After hoeing and planting and watering she was basically dead on her feet. Sleep came easy. No overthinking, no panic, no anything. She didn’t even have time to consider it.

Dean awoke the next morning on her own, before the sun had even fully risen. She took the morning to unpack the humble two bags she had brought. An old backpack and a duffle. It was better that way - she didn’t want any of her old things anyways. She couldn’t be surrounded by the past.

She found her phone and her charger, plugging it in. Not that she had any missed calls or texts to look forward to - she’d changed her number.

Water, clear more debris, town, home. Home. This was home now. She had her plan for the day and a small spring in her step as she stepped out onto the porch, breathing in deep. Her lungs felt bigger out here. Fuck, she hadn’t even craved a cigarette since getting here! Well... Okay, so now she had. Revised plan - smoke, water, clear more debris, town, home !

The cigarette was much needed. The watering went quickly, and rather painless, besides a few spots where she may have overwatered the seeds. And the clearing more debris had been borderline agonizing. Dean’s hands were blistered and she’d barely made headway. “Fuck this,” She huffed, dropped her tools and walked to the water spigot on the side of the house. She rinsed her hands best she could before setting out towards the old general store she remembered as a kid.

A bell rang above her head as she pushed the door open - it was different, and to be fair so was she. The candy counter towards the front was gone now. Replaced by newspapers and one of two cheesy tabloids. She knew there was a metaphor there but was too tired to dwell on it for too long.

“Abbie!” Pierre greeted cheerfully, “By Yoba it’s really you!” She smiled kindly at the man, coming towards the counter.

“Hello Pierre,” She replied, still glancing up the aisles as she approached. It was empty and a bit scarce. “Please, I prefer Dean now,”

“Good.” You glanced over your shoulder to where the voice has come from, down one of the short aisles - how could you have missed her. Even with the purple hair she was so completely Abigail. “I always secretly hated sharing a nickname,” Her playful smile was infectious.

“It wasn’t a secret, Abby” You joked back. Dean was excited to finally see someone she had played with all those years ago. She always liked Abigail, the girl was smart and quick and always up to some sort of trouble. As an anxious child, Dean had always been grateful for the other girl's ability to drag her into the strangest situations. Like being caught reading books in the cemetery by Lewis. She smiled fondly at the memory to herself.

“I have to go now,” Abigail spoke, apologetically, before something occurred to her and her eyes lit up, “Are you busy? I was just going to hang out with Seb and Sam. You don’t know Sam, he moved after you stopped coming. But you remember Seb!” It was Dean’s turn to be apologetic.

“I remember of course.” She assured, “But I was just coming to buy some stuff for the farm - I still have an insane amount of work today. I promise to really catch up soon,”

“We better,” She grinned again before bouncing past Dean and towards the exit, “Bye Dean, bye dad!” And she was gone. Dean smiled to herself through the rest of her time in Pierre’s. She was lost in thought. She’d worried. Really worried about getting here and the deep loneliness she had felt not going away. That she would just be lonely but on a farm. Sad but on a farm. But in the twenty four hours since she got here, it felt foolish to think, she didn’t feel so lonely.

“Pardon me,” Dean had been so lost in her thoughts she wasn’t watching where she was going when she exited the store and made a quick turn. She immediately crashed into someone dropping her bags, causing the other to stumble slightly, equally surprised.

“Oh! No, I’m so sorry,” Dean gushed, dropping to gather her things, a deep blush taking over her cheeks.

“Please,” The someone she crashed into knelt beside her, gathering some of the seed packets, “Allow me,” Dean looked up and felt her blush deepen slightly before she busied herself again with stuffing farm supplies and some groceries back into her bag.

“I wasn’t paying attention,” She admitted, risking a glance up at the handsome someone she crashed into. His mouth tugged slightly at the corner.

“Neither was I,” He admitted back, as if they were conspiring, she chuckled, allowing him to help her up after he had stood, accepting the bag he handed back to her.

“I’m Dean.” Thankfully she felt her blush migrate to her ears, burning below her hair - attempting to exude a confidence she didn’t have. He was older than she was, maybe his early 30s, wearing a dark green jacket that must’ve been warm in the spring sun. He had soft eyes, kind and sad, and messy light brown hair.

“Harvey,” He introduced himself, offering you his hand before remembering they were full of bags - he quickly withdrew it, his own blush taking over. “Doctor Harvey,” He continued, gesturing over his shoulder nervously, “This is my clinic. I’m the town doctor.” Dean smiled openly and his blush grew.

“Nice to meet you, Doctor Harvey.” She liked the way his blush deepened when he said her name. “I gotta run, but it was nice meeting you.” She smiled, taking a few steps in the direction of her farm, before turning to him once more, “I hope to run into you again, a little less literally.” He blushed and she grinned. She liked this. A man openly flustered by her presence. It made her feel pretty.

“Yes. Yes, me too!” He assured quickly, “Bye!” Before quickly disappearing into Pierre’s. There was a little more bounce in Dean’s step on her walk home. Sure the happy mood was quickly ruined by more weed pulling and rock breaking. That night she bathed under the moonlight with a bucket of water and a washcloth. She played some music on her phone and closed her eyes, feeling so very alive for the first time in a long time.

[just-a-farmer]

dreams in the nightmares

Harvey and farmer are unable to sleep after watching a horror movie.

Paring : Harvey x f!farmer

Words : 1727

Lately the farmer and the good Doctor had taken to a little routine. Wednesday evenings - pending nothing else more pressing - they gathered at either her farm or Harvey’s apartment to watch a film. 

During one of her clinic visits they got chatting about old movies and discovered they had a lot in common regarding them. Together the pair were watching their way through the library's little collection of vhs tapes. 

Tonight they were at Harvey’s place, she was sitting curled at one end of his sofa, he sat at the other end, one hand covering his mouth as they watched film - both wide eyed. 

“The Exorcist, 1973.” Harvey had told her, shrugging, “It’s supposed to be scary. Is that okay?” He offered and she smiled, settling in.

“I don’t mind a good horror film.” The farmer assured, and how she wished she hadn’t. She had a blanket up to her nose, only eyes peeking out as she watched the film - neither of them offered to turn it off. Occasionally she would cover her eyes with the blanket shuddering. Harvey’s hands moved from his mouth to the side of his head - occasionally wincing and covering his eyes. 

Finally, the movie came to a conclusion, and the pair sat in silence for a moment. Finally, Harvey leaned forward, picking the remote and the vhs box up, sitting back down with a soft huff. The farmer still didn’t uncurl from the blanket, she simply watched Harvey expectedly. Before and after each film they read the back of the cover then talked about its ability to summarize the film. \

“When young Regan starts acting odd, her worried mother seeks medical help, only to hit a dead end. A local priest, however, thinks the girl may be seized by the devil. The priest makes a request to perform an exorcism, and the church sends in an expert to help with the difficult job.”

“They could have just written “psychologically harrowing” She snorted, Harvey offered half a smile finishing.

“Based on a true story.” 

“Now come on.”

“What? You don’t believe it could happen?” He raised a brow and she considered it. She no longer wanted to consider it right now. 

“I don’t know. Final rating?” She and Harvey had a made-up rating system for their films. The categories changed with each movie and Harvey wrote it down regardless. 

“Ten out of Ten for emotionally jarring.” He decided, and she nodded, glancing towards the darkness outside.

“Hey, Harvey...” She began quietly and he followed her gaze- immediately catching on. 

“Of course, I rather you not walk home this late regardless.” He offered her a kind smile before standing from the sofa, “I’ll go get you some blankets. Would you like to borrow some clothes?” 

“Yes please - thank you.” She and Harvey had had one other impromptu sleepover - at her farm. The man had fallen asleep halfway through the movie and she didn’t have the heart to wake him. She had laid a blanket over the man before retiring to her bedroom - and when she woke he was gone, just a note left behind. 

Thank you.

Harvey

Butterflies began in her stomach but she pushed them into silence just as he returned to the sitting area. He placed a pillow and folded blanket on the bed before handing her the clothing. 

“Thank you,” She accepted the old t-shirt and a plain pair of black sleep shorts. 

“I don’t have a toothbrush for you.” He frowned, he was becoming aware he was not ready for a sudden sleep guest. Maybe he should be? He was beginning to overthink, but her smile put him to ease. 

“That’s okay, thank you really.” Her smile was warm and sleepy. Harvey thought she looked stunning standing so comfortable in his home with him, it was like a dream. The farmer yawned, a hand covering her mouth.

“I’ll feel safer sleeping tonight knowing you’re in the next room.” She admitted before shuffling off to the restroom to get ready for bed. He stood there dumbfounded. She felt safer with him? Not just comfortable but safe? He blushed to himself - standing alone in his living room. Was it weird to stand and wait for her to return, he questioned himself. It was too late however to think for long because she returned and he nearly passed out seeing her dressed in his clothes. She must’ve noticed his staring because she offered him a shy smile in return.

“I - erm - well goodnight.”

“Goodnight Harvey,” She chuckled quietly, collapsing onto the sofa as he retreated to his room. Harvey gave the farmer mixed signals. Not that she thought he meant to - she really didn’t. But she worried he was having mixed emotions about her and about where they were heading. 

Sometimes Harvey flirted - she knew it was flirting. It had to be, she’d never seen him speak to anyone else with the same tone. The light teases - the coy smile. But sometimes, usually if she attempted to initiate the flirting batter herself - he would become mildly dismissive, looking away, changing the subject. 

Was that his way of saying it would only after going as far as the occasional flirt? She was too afraid to lose the doctor as a friend to ask. 

The farmer tossed and turned, a storm had begun to roll through the Valley, adding the eerie atmosphere of the apartment. Slowly the rain pounding on the roof began to relax her - and she was just beginning to doze off when a crash of thunder nearly shook the room around her. She didn’t even hear herself yelp out in fear as she sprang fully awake until Harvey was rushing sleepily into the living room. 

“Wha’s wrong?” He asked, voice heavy with sleep - his glasses forgotten. 

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered, hands covering her mouth, mortified. “I - shit - I couldn’t sleep. The thunder. It startled me.” Harvey processed the words and frowned. 

“Can’t sleep?” Hey shoulders slumped and she shrugged. “Because of the movie?” Another shrug.

“It’s spooky being alone, not in my own room and your radiator rattles.” She offered him a half smirk which he chuckled at. They both remained quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“Do you want-”

“Would it be okay if I-” they began simultaneously. 

“Sorry I didn’t-”

“You can go!” they spoke in tandem again, Harvey blushing brightly as he looked down at his feet - shuffling them slightly. 

“Do you want to sleep in my room?” He offered, risking a glance up before looking away again, “I could sleep on the floor if you want.” The butterflies were back and this time nothing was going to stop the swarm.

“I don’t.”

“Oh I-”

“I don’t want you to sleep on the floor,” She rolled her eyes smirking softly again - Harvey nodded solemnly before throwing her a wink. 

“Okay - you can sleep on the floor.” He began to walk towards his room and she laughed, following him. Harvey's room was similar to the rest of his apartment - not overly decorated or cluttered. Simple solid pieces of furniture. He stopped at the side closest to the door so the farmer continued to the further side, slipping into the already warm blankets. 

She curled up on her side, facing towards Harvey as he climbed into the bed beside her, stretching out for a moment with a yawn before letting his head fall to the side to look at her. 

“You know,” She chuckled, “You didn’t need to show me a scary movie just so I’d come cuddle with you.” She teased hoping he’d be receptive. 

“You know,” He mimicked her and she giggled rolling her eyes at him, he grinned beneath the bushy mustache, “We’re not actually cuddling.” She blushed.

“Do you want to be?” Harvey followed her lead and blushed as well, glancing away. 

“If you do.” Was his answer. She considered it for a moment. That was as much as an invite she thought she’d ever get from Harvey. She hoped it was an invite because she found herself scooting towards him settling into his side as he wrapped an arm around her. She could hear his heart pounding against his chest beneath her ear. 

“You’re warm.” She whispered and he let out a small content hum.

“You smell good.” He murmured back - tentatively allowing his hand to brush some hair from her shoulder - playing with it gently. The way she snuggled closer to him made him know he made a good choice. He continued to play with the strands, closing his eyes and smiling to himself. He’d dreamt of this. 

“I still can’t sleep.” The farmer whispered quiet enough that if Harvey was asleep he wouldn’t hear. 

“Why?” He frowned but didn’t open his eyes, his hand found her hair again. She took a deep breath.

“Because. If I go to sleep I have to stop enjoying this. And I’m worried we’ll wake up and this would have been a dream.” She answered and his hand paused for a moment. Maybe she made a mistake telling him that. 

“I don’t-” He started, before shifting slightly, changing their position slightly so that he could look at her. “I don’t want it to be just a dream.” He admitted, face serious. She swallowed hard but nodded in return.

“Neither do I.” Harvey’s hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her hand, running his fingers through the hair there. She shivered and closed her eyes enjoying the gentle touch. 

“May I kiss you?” She heard him ask and her eyes opened again to find him gazing adoringly at her. She imagined she mirrored his expression. 

“Yes please,” Harvey felt like his whole life led up to this moment - he leaned in slowly, gently pressing his lips to hers. She kissed him back sweetly and he decided he could kiss her lips for hours on end. He pulled back so he could look at her again, she smiled sleepily and he needed his lips to be on that smile. So he pulled her back in and she happily obliged. 

They laid there together in Harvey’s bed, swapping tender kisses and soft whispers until one of them finally fell asleep first - the other following almost instantly - still cuddled up together - smiles on their faces as they slept. No use in dreaming that night - both their dreams had already come true.

[just-a-farmer]

stardew valley x farmer

I will write for any of the bachelors or bachelorettes x f!reader or gn!reader (just specify!)

willing to maybe do other characters depending on the request!

[just-a-farmer]

stardew valley x farmer

I will write for any of the bachelors or bachelorettes x f!reader or gn!reader (just specify!)

willing to maybe do other characters depending on the request!