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Revitalizing this dead tumblr with memes I’ve been posting on my Twitter, I am here to provide the goods
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ss-aquarium · 10 months
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Hi! If that's okay could i request Sebastian with a tattoo artist s/o? Maybe they're related to the farmer and have their studio in a spare room at the farm
I feel like Sebastian would get along well with somebody like that :)
Posted! Hope you enjoy!
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Sick Tattoos >--)))°<
●☆○°☆ The Farmer’s cousin’s coming to stay in the Valley and Sebastian’s totally taken with their tattoos☆°○☆●
Paring : {Sebastian x tattoo artist!Reader}
Wordcount : [2761]
Tags : (REQUEST!, Stranger to friends to “lovers,” “slowburn”)
Warnings : *Reader is not Farmer, Reader has tattoos, cursing, smoking*
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Sebastian couldn't tear his eyes away from your tattooed biceps, sweat steadily dripping down your arms as you tugged at a parsnip firmly anchored in the dirt. There was talk among the town that the farmer had a relative staying with her, but you were far from what he expected. You didn't look like the tightly-wound corporate burnout your cousin was, but you were a similar fish out of water. He noticed your lack of proper posture and technique he's seen the Farmer display so many times before. But, he could only criticize your inexperience for so long before resuming his journey along your sleeves.
Before he could finish tracing over the canvas of your upper body, you launched up and fell flat on your ass with a parsnip in hand. He sputtered a laugh before quickly covering his mouth and looking away as you snapped your gaze to him. He fit the description you'd been given by your cousin; tall, dark (but only in fashion sense), and a little handsome. 
“Great first impression, huh?” You ease yourself off the ground, dropping the parsnip into a collecting basket, and pull off your gloves to give him a handshake.
He accepted it, shifting the package he came to deliver into his other hand to return the gesture, “They can’t all be winners.”
You smiled, half embarrassed and half intrigued. He's less curt than what your cousin had anticipated you for, and far friendlier to your new face than he was to hers. You knew it was her own friendly/persistent personality that eventually wore him down, but the way he can’t help but linger on your arms was also a likely factor. 
“You’re Sebastian, right? Little Miss Farmer told me to expect an emo guy with a gift.” You didn’t think you’d get used to calling her that anytime soon, but the girl takes pride in what she does. 
He chuckles at the branding, “Damn, is that what I’m known for around here? Harsh.” 
“But, judging from you,” he studies your style before catching your eyes again, “our numbers are growing.”
You grab the basket off the ground and nestle it into the crook of your arm, “Pretty soon, we’ll be taking over the valley, huh?”
You both share a laugh as he roots into his hoodie pocket for a black pen, clicking it and scribbling something on the inside of the card that is laid on the package he’s holding. He closed it before catching himself as he moved to write the address “to:.”
“I didn’t catch your name,” he asks, pausing his pen and glancing at you.
“It’s {Y/N}.”
“Cool.”
He quickly jots it down before shoving the pen back into his pocket and giving you the package. The weight startles you as it’s plopped into your hands but Sebastian turns around to start walking back, unphased from having this brick of a present free from his person. As he strolls away, you waddle to the front porch of the farmhouse to relieve yourself and peek into the card.
“From Robin & Sebastian (scrawled next to her name as a last-minute addition)
To: {Y/N}
You seem cool we should hang
XXX-XXX,
P.S. sick tattoos”
As you tore the brown paper to look inside the package, you found…
Wait, is this just a bunch of wood?
“C’mon, dude! I promise I won’t judge!”
“Hell. No. Sam doesn’t even know I have it, and I’ve had it for like three years!”
You pout at his rejection yet are still determined to get him to show you his stick-and-poke. You both sat at the Saloon bar top, waiting for Gus to finish cooking the pizza Sam ordered (the latter sulking at the pool table, practicing trick shots to distract himself and recover from having his ass handed to him by Sebastian again). After a few months in the Valley, you’d started working your way into their friend group. It certainly helps that they’re all similarly aimless twenty-somethings like yourself, but the fact that you were a semi-successful creative with a job? They practically loved you after the first hangout. It’s as if you’d been here as long as your cousin, who strongly encouraged your newfound friendships. Though, whether that’s because she wants you to get friendly with the townsfolk or because she gets irritated at the incessant hum of your tattoo gun while you practice is in the air. She practically shoved you out the door when you said you’d be out for the night…
You trace a fingertip along the wood grain and rest your chin on your palm, looking up at Sebastian. His face was slightly flushed, and his eyebrows furrowed, clearly embarrassed/annoyed at being pestered about his secret tattoo. But it’s basically his fault for even bringing up tattoos in the first place. He asked offhandedly about how many tattoos you had, and when you turned the question back to him, he’d gotten suspiciously quiet. You didn’t doubt he had at least something, but from the way he avoided eye contact and drummed his fingers, it was all too obvious he was hiding something good.
“Look, I’ve had a few coverups from shitty stick-and-pokes that I did in high school. Same boat, man. Whatever you have can’t be that bad.”
He rolled his eyes for the third time during this conversation, “That’s crazy. Anyways, still not showing you. I don’t even really like it. Dumb ass decision on my part.”
You dramatically flop onto the bar top, draping yourself over the edge. That seemed to loosen him up into a light snicker. “Ugh, can you at least tell me what it is?”
He stared at the bottles lined along the shelves from across the counter, mulling over the idea while tracing along the labels. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes before muttering something under his breath.
You perk up at the noise, “What was that?”
Another heavy sigh, “It’s a frog.”
You intended to walk home after the night ended, but he invited you to join him by the lake to unwind after a night full of “too much social interaction and being perceived by the public.” He’s such a stereotype, but you don’t mind entertaining his emo musings. You sit beside him, pants rolled up to your calves and shoes discarded as you both dip your feet in the warm lake. His cigarette hung loosely from his lips, head rested on his shoulder. The silence of the night was punctuated by the occasional hoot of an owl or the chirp of nearby crickets.
Suddenly you felt your phone buzz in your pants, startling you from the peace of the mountains. Fetching it from your pocket, you unlock your phone to see it’s a post notification from another tattoo artist you follow online and elbow Sebastian to look.
“Dude check this out,” you held your phone in front of him as you swipe through their recent collection of client work.
He turned his head to the side to exhale some smoke as he studied the screen. “Sweet,” is all he had to say. He obviously isn’t in the mood to say much else, but he did have a quiet smile as you took your phone back and examined the tattoos yourself. One in particular caught your eye: a shadowy silhouette suggesting a cat standing on glass, the paws darkened to suggest its weight against the surface of the person’s skin. It’s pretty cute, although you could swear you’ve seen that kind of tattoo done with a different animal before. If only you could remember what it was...
A croak sounds in the distance.
“Holy shit.”
Sebastian turns to you, a questioning eyebrow-raise meeting your gaze. 
“Ok, dude, look, what if,” the thought raced through your head as you frantically typed in your web browser to search for an example of what you’re proposing. You scroll through the image tab, leaning in to show him the same tattoo concept but for a frog.
“Since you hate your stick-and-poke so much, what if I give you a cover-up with one of these bad boys?”
His eyes widen, practically lighting up as he gently takes the phone and extinguishes his cigarette in the damp dirt. He scrolls some more on his own, fascinated by the possibilities. He lands on one in particular, stretched and far plumper compared to the rest of the examples. He bites his lip before looking back at you, shy and unsure of the decision.
“Totally free?,” you sweetened the deal, hoping he’d bite. It’s not necessarily a ploy just to see his tattoo: you did want to help him and you hadn’t had a human canvas other than yourself for a while. Seeing his ‘secret shame’ was just a bonus. He scrunches up his nose and starts chewing at his bottom lip, and for the second time tonight, you witness the internal battle he has with himself. You can hear him mumbling, and not unlike the gradual whistle of a kettle, he hums increasingly louder before finally submitting with a-
“Ugh, fuck, fine!”
Here Sebastian sat, leaned back in a dusty recliner you’d taken from your cousin’s storage to turn into a makeshift tattoo chair, clad in basketball shorts. He distracted himself from the inevitable as you prepared by making little comments about the trinkets and posters you decorated your room with. He especially liked your ‘Solarian Chronicles’ minifigs that lined your bookshelf, suggesting you join the bi-weekly session he hosts with Sam and Abigail.
You finished setting up your ink and assembling your gun, giving the needles a last once-over before rolling over to your ‘client.’ You tried to have a casual attitude about the process since he’s your friend, but you couldn’t help the professional scolding you gave him when he rolled his eyes at your “eat a meal, drink water, get rest beforehand” spiel. Everything was set once he agreed to the final sketch, and here you are close to placing the stencil over his stick-and-poke. You gesture to his shorts,
“Time for the big reveal, dude.”
He gives a heavy exhale as his hand fiddles with the bottom of his shorts on his right leg. “Promise not to laugh, ok?”
“Like I’ve said a hundred times, I’m not gonna laugh. C’mon, Sebastian.” You thought it was kinda silly that he’d insisted on a one-time reveal right before the tattooing, but now that you see how flushed his face is, it’s a little endearing. He really trusted you with this, and he staunchly avoided eye contact as he slid the material up his leg (you nearly went blind as he exposed the pale skin). There, located in the middle of his inner thigh, sat a fat, faded frog. Truthfully it’s more of a blob than anything, but it’s pretty cute. You can’t help the ‘aww’ that escapes you.
“Ah, fuck off, don’t ‘aww’ it!” He very obviously didn’t appreciate it with the way his face soured and dusted a darker shade of pink.
You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent the laughing you promised not to do, “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to expect!” You pat his knee as some form of reassurance. “It’s not bad, Seb.”
Queue the eyeroll and childish crossed arms over his chest as he huffs a ‘whatever’ under his breath, the blush still heavy on his cheeks. He complies as you go through all the procedures of preparing the skin, and soon enough, you have the tattoo gun in hand ready to start. Just as you ghost the needles over his thigh, his left leg begins to shake.
“Hey, you’re gonna need to stay still y’know? I don’t think you can cover up a cover-up.”
Is his bottom lip bleeding? You hadn’t noticed his teeth puncturing the thin skin till now, too focused on his leg. Now that you straighten up and look at him fully, he looks a hot mess drenched in sweat. 
“Woah, dude are you ok?”
He clears his throat, “Y-yeah, it’s just, nerves. First time jitters, ignore it.” He obviously isn’t ignoring it as he picks at his nails. You set the gun down and take his hands in your own, catching him completely off-guard as you look into his eyes. 
“No worries dude. You just need to chill. It’s gonna be fine, I got you.” you rub your thumbs along his bony knuckles to soothe him, but he still doesn’t seem entirely convinced. It’s instinctual and oddly intimate, but you choose to ignore how weird it may seem. You look around your room, searching for something to distract him and land on your headphones hung on your bedpost. You roll there and back, taking your phone out and connecting the two before moving to place them over his ears. You open your music app and hand him the phone.
“Play something that’ll relax you.” 
You turn back to your gun, making sure it’s still ready to use, oblivious to the shocked stare he gives you. His eyes switch rapidly between you and the search bar, before he finally plays something. He slowly rests his head back and breathes deeper than he had been. You can hear the faint blast of some 2000s emo classic and smile, knowing he’s found peace in the whiny crooning. With him sated, you work at his leg for the next two hours, catching the occasional curse word of pain.
“So? Do you love it?”
Your headphones sat around his neck, a quiet guitar solo sounding through them as he looked down at the new tattoo. You don’t mean to brag, but it’s pretty much exactly what you’d agreed on. He breaks into a smile as moves his thigh and stretches the skin around the fresh ink.
“Honestly? Yeah, this rules.”
“That’s what I love to hear!” You clap and you discard your gloves to clean and disinfect the area before giving him the run-down of tattoo aftercare. He nods along, staring at his leg and giving you some non-committal ‘uh-huhs,’ still totally entranced with your artwork.
“Dude! You better not come crying to me if that thing gets infected ‘cause you weren’t paying attention.” You playfully shove him from his hunched posture to look at you.
“Sorry, it’s just,” he chuckles a little to himself with a small smile.
“I kinda thought I’d die with that old thing. This is kinda mind-blowing”
Always so dramatic.
“But really, thank you. Do you really not want anything though? This feels unfair.”
You wave a hand, dismissing the thought. “Really, I’m glad to help. And I needed the practice anyways. Don’t worry about it.”
He wasn’t satisfied with that answer though, and as you repeated the healing process, a thought sparked in his head. He feels the nerves simmering at the idea- about asking you the question. You’re still unaware, writing your instructions on some paper knowing he still isn’t entirely paying attention. You hand it to him, along with pumping some lotion into his hand to moisturize. He rubs it into the tattoo and slides his shorts down, looking down at the now covered area. He already misses it.
“Ok, you all good?” You stand from your chair, stretching and relishing the pops sounding from your back. Moving towards the door, you open it and gesture to walk him out. He hesitates to stand, shaking his limbs awake as he stands in the entryway. You guide him to the front door, grasping at the knob to finally send him home- not like you don’t enjoy having him there, just assuming he’d be eager to return to his hobbit hole.
“Hey, uh, actually. I wanted to ask you something. If it’s not weird, y’know, uh…”
You tilt your head at him, nodding for him to finish. He’s breathing kinda weird, and is he… blushing? The way he rubs at the back of his neck is and avoids eye contact is all too familiar. What’s up with him?
“Ok so, would you wanna. Get, dinner? Y’know as, uh, payment. I can’t not give you something.”
Your face lights up in surprise, and you smile at the suggestion. So that’s what’s up with him. The intention behind his question was somewhat lost on you, but not entirely. You know he’s awkward, but this is an unfamiliar attitude. It’s endearing, once again.
“Totally. I’m getting kinda tired of Farmer feeding me raw produce all the time.”
He laughs, relaxes back into his regular demeanor. 
“Cool.”
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A/N: Ah!! First Request! Hope you love it. Kinda ran with the idea, as you can tell by the 2500< word count.
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ss-aquarium · 10 months
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Meanwhile on Tumblr…
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WAAAAAAAAA 🐸
Sebby is out of control, guys...
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ss-aquarium · 10 months
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silly silly
sebastian (sdv) x gn reader
word count: 2.1k
content: pining (mutual…), AGGRESSIVE pining, reader is smitten and in love, stream of conciousness/ramble type of writing, romantic tension (unresolved), cute and will maybe make ur stomach hurt from anxiety (i have my ways) (i’m lying)
notes: omg hey guys so i wasn’t lying about the stardew valley delusion and now i’m so deep in that i wrote this in a haze last night and posted it to my ao3 and now im posting it here. please enjoy. my heart and soul (my rotted brain) went into this it’s the beginning of my magnum opus 
part 1 (you are here) part 2 part 3
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You’re gonna kiss him silly. By the end of the night, you totally are.
It’s something you decided since before you showed up at this jellyfish-festival thing. You barely even know what it’s all about, really—the note from Demetrius didn’t say much other than the fact that it was happening tonight, and you should come, and it’s beautiful and all the jellyfish are going south for the winter (like they’re a flock of birds, you think absurdly), and it’s down at the beach at 10pm. You weren’t exactly up to asking him more about it, seeing as it would be awkward to do that and then kiss his step-son on the mouth right in front of him that same night.
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ss-aquarium · 10 months
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Hot summer day☀️💦💦
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ss-aquarium · 11 months
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alex who is strangely excited about salmonberry season, pulls you from the softness of your mattress and into his chaos of the morning, barley dressed himself but insisting that you need to leave as soon as possible Before the wildlife gets to em!! Finds your sweet little basket among your other farming tools and slaps the straw hat (a memory of your first spring here, a memory of him smiling at you from his spot by the river when lewis crowned you with the prize, albeit secondhand and old - but it was yours all the same. Your heart pangs a little at the thought) “Now you look the part baby.” he murmurs, leans down to kiss you with his hands still tugging at the hat, squishes your cheeks and tells you to follow his lead out of your farmhouse, through the garden - down to forest, where he, almost childlike runs to the bushes that are speckled with red and intricately plucks each berry from their place on the leaves.
you, who blush as you watch because he is the love of your life and he is endearing and yours and he is rough and strong in his demeanour but he treats everything more gently than could ever be imagined. tends to your cows and chickens every morning , coos and talks at them, tells you all animals should be treated with kindness. teaches you his grandmothers famous cookie recipe with a hand on the small of your back and rubs your hip when you get it right, delivers gifts from both of you to the townsfolk, to your friends, who always offers a helping hand. who has grown beautifully from the man you met when you first arrived here. alex who is purely his mother’s son. who you think loves this time of spring the most because it reminds him of her (he’s never mentioned a memory. but you saw the picture of clara holding her baby with a booming smile and red jam smeared over his chubby cheeks in evelyns home. noticed the basket of berries in her hand. didn’t dare to say these things to him.)
the walk back home is quiet and the grass tickles the skin of your legs. he’s holding your hand tight enough that his knuckles turn white. he is smiling and humming as he chews on a mouthful of berries.. He couldn’t wait!! Washed them in the river by Marnies ranch, fed one to you, too. his eyes still glisten even though the sun is setting and you feel so incredibly fulfilled, enough to shut your eyes and internally thank your grandfather for this life, and outwardly thank your lover, stopping at the steps of your porch and pulling him towards you and kissing his nose and asking him if he wants to bake a pie. (i love you, i want us both to eat well.)
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ss-aquarium · 1 year
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SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >--)))°< (PT.2)
●☆○°☆ How the Bachelors are as Fathers ☆°○☆●
|| Paring : {Elliott, Sam, Sebastian x reader}
|| Wordcount : [852]
|| Tags : (Fluff, slight Angst, Headcannons, Established Relationship)
|| Warnings : *Spoilers for Sam’s 14-heart event*
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Elliott
Develops an entire children’s library in the nursery, might try to name your kid after a character from a novel he likes
Starts drafting children’s books with your kid as the main character; incredibly proud if your kid wants his stories read at bedtime
Teaches them to read at the speed of light, that kid’s AR levels are through the roof, might self-assign summer reading once they’re in school
That kid has incredible English and writing grades, Elliot probably gets tricked into editing papers when he gets frustrated with revision and might cause a call home about potential plagiarism (why is this 2nd grader using words like “robust” and “forlorn?”)
#1 hair braider, would love a little girl to doll up and practice different hairstyles, very willing to be dolled up for tea parties
Extremely sentimental and marks every single milestone, has too many photo albums, celebrates every graduation, cried uncontrollably when your kid took their first steps
Is definitely the type of parent to leave handwritten notes in you kid’s lunchbox
Wants a large family because he spent so much time isolated and pretty lonely before you moved to the valley, doesn’t pressure you but drops a lot of hints that he wants more than 1 kid
Takes your kids to the beach, will play mermaids, will ask you to play mermaids with them 
Beach day ends in campfire stories around the pit outside his old cabin, maybe “camping” in the cabin 
Likes to play piano for your kids, very proud if they developed musical interests
Literally over the moon if your kid is a bookworm/writer, will not stop recommending authors and series or asking to read their latest works- very supportive
Sam
Resident “cool dad” 
Super lax but strict when is counts, big brother-ing heavily influences his parenting style in a “don’t tell ‘mom’” way, meaning he’ll let them get away with a lot as long as they don’t go telling on him
You’ll have to parent for 2 in the beginning cause Sam’s not used to so much responsibility but he’ll catch on pretty quickly, proud of himself when he starts taking the “dad” role seriously
Vincent was super excited and was one of the first people who got to hold the baby, brags to Jas that he’s got lots of responsibilities as a new uncle
Sam probably likes showing off on the half-pipe and teaches your kid how to skate, very proud if he you guys raise a sk8ter like him
Styles you kid’s hair if they ask, then you’ll have 2 super saiyans around the farm with hair full of rock-hard hair gel
When he got his kid's show gig he ran a lot of drafts through Vincent and your kid, both were super excited seeing him on TV, both bragged about it for weeks and acted like superstars
Loves taking your kid to concerts, both of them decorated headphones for your kid to wear, definitely headbangs to the mildest children's songs to make your kid laugh
Very proud band parent if your kid decides to do band (would prefer band to orchestra cause he can't yell in concert halls)
Jodi is a very proud Grandma and enjoys seeing Sam so mature and responsible; her baby has a baby now
Kent is a little slow on the uptake but is still loving towards his grandkid, will attend veteran's day at your kid's school
Sebastian
Least likely to want children but really loves your kid, finds parenting as a way of healing his childhood trauma (reparents himself)
Very supportive dad and never belittles your kid's achievements or decisions, doesn't want to stifle them like he'd been
Buys motorcycle helmets for the kid even if you say no to him taking them on rides, it's the thought that counts to him
Creates family campaigns for you and your friends to try and get you kid into ttrpgs, will buy/use your kid's toys as minifigs
Would love a lil computer nerd he talk shop with, probably teaches your kid to code once they're older
Obsesses over frog-themed baby clothes and toys, likes to play leapfrog with your kid but will stop after like 2 hops cause he has a bad back from poor posture at his computer (probably makes dad noises even though he's in his early 20s)
Would rock the baby by bouncing it on his leg while he has the coffee shakes coding late at night
Aunty Maru pt.2 cause she will love this kid so much, she'll make little science experiments to teach them about chemistry and robotics
Robin LOVES the kid because Sebastian's finally out of the basement and has a family to care for; basically all she's ever wanted
Demetrius cares for the kid, might chastise Sebastian's parenting but tries to be respectful about it, also makes science experiments about ecology and takes your kid on field study trips
This kid is definitely going to be valedictorian like this is the prime environment for a little nerd
Sebastian would probably let them get a tattoo as a graduation present, might even get a matching one
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SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >--)))°< (PT.1)
●☆○°☆ How the Bachelors are as Fathers ☆°○☆● || Paring : {Alex, Harvey, Shane x reader} || Wordcount : [918] || Tags : (Fluff, slight Angst, Headcannons, Established Relationship) || Warnings : *Diets & Food, Sobriety & Relapsing in Shane’s section*
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Alex
Enrolls your child in every available physical extra-curricular, specifically gridball 
Probably asked Haley to take baby pics with your kid holding a gridball or draped in his varsity jacket 
Basically wants to create a mini-Alex to fulfill his dreams (will most likely have some difficulty accepting his kid might not share his passion for gridball or sports in general)
If your kid isn’t physically gifted or doesn’t have an inclination toward physical activity, he’ll go out of his way to ensure they get at least an hour of outdoors time and is more likely to care about their grades 
If your kid is as enthusiastic about sports as him, he’s over the moon, I’m talking coaching all their little league games, training them at home, basically becoming your kid’s #1 fan
Occasionally asks Haley to babysit if you two want a date night or just a break from the kid, it takes a lot of convincing / payment and most likely ends in something broken  
Tries to educate himself alongside your kid as they grow up and enter high school, if your kid is in AP or honors classes good luck because the most he can confidently help with is Phys. Ed. or Health & Nutrition
He’s extremely thankful if your kid is born/adopted before his grandparents pass and frequently visits them with child in tow (Evelyn sneaks your kid cookies and teaches them her botany skills, George is giving them non-stop lessons and criticizing your kid’s TV shows- lovingly)
Monitors your child’s nutrition and keeps junk food/sugar to a minimum in the house (unless it’s a special occasion like a birthday or other holidays)
Makes a conscious effort to love and support your child no matter their life path, the last thing he ever wants is to do is treat your child how he was treated as a kid
Harvey
Most likely read several parenting guides before your child was born/adopted, possibly owned a few before the topic of children was even brought up
He isn’t as fussy as you’d think about your kid’s activities, as long as they slap on some sunscreen and hydrate properly he lets them run around to their heart’s content (light scolding if they injure themselves)
Monitors your child’s nutrition and eating habits, makes sure they receive their daily vitamins and minerals with a healthy diet
Teaches your kid the importance of mental health and wellness, encourages lots of open communication
Your kid will rarely struggle in the sciences or geography, Harvey is happy to tutor your kid and finds the process of teaching to be a great bonding experience (also really enjoys the awed expression your kid makes at his knowledge)
He might ask Maru to keep an eye on your kid when you’re both busy and it’s either really awkward or she becomes “Aunty Maru,” if your kid is a little nerd then good luck keeping them away from the clinic on her scheduled days because they’re going to geek out 
(Your kid is probably going to be valedictorian with all this brainpower surrounding them) 
If your kid ever showed interest in planes or aeronautics, he is immediately showing them how to work his radio, teaching them aviator lingo, and describing the make and model of all his planes- probably buys a new set to build with your kid
Imagine you two swaying to the jazz Harvey put on and your kid is tugging at your legs asking to dance too, he probably puts them on top of his feet or lifts them up and wraps them around his torso taking their tiny hand like they’re waltzing 
Shane
He is definitely fighting to name your kid child “Charlie” or something chicken-related like “Henrietta”
Makes the corniest dad jokes known to man, your kid is probably eye-rolling 50% of the time they’re with him
If your kid is into sports, specifically gridball, Shane is deeply invested in their team and them as a player (those varsity days may be over but your kid’s days are just beginning)
Encourages your kid to do well in school, he doesn’t want them working a  Joja job like him because Yoba knows how much he hated working at the store
Teaches your kid how important it is to respect the farm animals and how to properly retrieve chicken eggs, it wouldn’t take a lot of begging if your kid wanted their own chicken- it’d make Shane really proud to know his kids loves the birds as much as he does
May or may not tell Jas and your kid where to find all the eggs for the egg hunt
Jas takes a lot of pride in being the older cousin and practically puffs her chest out every time she mentions it, she’s actually really helpful with calming down the fussy baby or entertaining them (Vincent is an honorary cousin and he’s the “cooler” of the two, meaning he’s not trying to teach your kid anything except how cool bugs are)
Your kid probably won’t touch a vegetable unless you serve it to them or it comes in the form of frozen convenience food so take charge with meal time unless you don’t mind another pizza and pepper popper-lover in the house
He might start drinking again if the stress of parenting gets to him but he recognizes that relapsing would be bad for the kid and him, help him out and keep him honest because the last thing he wants to do is hurt his family
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ss-aquarium · 2 years
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{Stardew Valley Masterlist}
Click here if you need a refresher on what each tag specifies!
{Various}
SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >--(((°< {Alex, Harvey, Shane} (Angelfish, Flounder, Koi Fish) PT. 1
SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >--(((°< {Elliot, Sam, Sebastian} (Angelfish, Flounder, Koi Fish) PT.2
{Sebastian}
“I’m In Love With You, Idiot.” >--(((°< (Angelfish, Betta Fish)
“Sick Tattoos” >--(((°< (Angelfish, Whale)
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ss-aquarium · 2 years
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 SDV Sebastian + “I’m In Love With You, Idiot”  >--(((°<
Pairing : {Sebastian x Reader} Word Count : [549] Tags : (Fluff, Bulleted Oneshot, Friends to Lovers) Warnings : *Smoking, Cursing*
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“I love you, {Y/N}.”
He sheepishly smiled at you, then turned to take his cigarette out of his mouth while slowly exhaling the smoke into the sky
“You remember when I was being an asshole and was like, ‘oh, of all the places to live, you chose here?' I’m so fucking happy you moved here. Y'know, I was considering packing up and hauling ass to Zuzu. 
Another drag and exhale
Now I, can't see myself anywhere without you."
Taken aback, you felt a rush of heat to your face, finding it difficult to meet his expectant gaze. You flickered between nearby bubbling fish and the eyes of the man who’d just confessed to you
Heart pounding and anxiety simmering, you shoved down the hope of this being romantic and took it as friendly in context
"Aw, thanks, dude! I, uh, love you too!"
You emphasized the casualty of your confession by lightly elbowing him in the arm, throwing him ever so off balance
Sebastian's expression was nothing short of incredulous
He flicked down his cigarette with a huff, grinding the toe of his chucks to stifle the remaining ember. The tension in his shoulders set and released before he turned towards you 
He didn't spend weeks building confidence and planning that mini speech for you to be dense 
He tucked one hand into his hoodie and intertwined the other with yours, pulling you closer. The moonlight reflecting off the lake illuminated his side profile, and you could see how flushed his face was
“Not like that, {Y/N}. I mean- obviously like that, but that isn’t what I meant.”
He did a full body rotation, taking both your hands in his own: you could feel how sweaty they were, but obviously you weren't going to comment on it
Sebastian inhaled two deep breaths, eyes glued to his feet while internally reassuring himself that he could, in fact, do this. After that calming ritual, he lifted his gaze to peek at you under his eyelashes and tilted his head
“I’m in love with you, idiot.”  
If you thought you were warm before, it felt like he’d taken his lighter and set you on fire. You couldn’t fight back the smile erupting on your face. Still not meeting his eyes, you tugged him into a bone-crushing embrace. 
He almost choked from the intensity
“Urmf, hey, is this reciprocal or a consolation?”
You finally looked at his face, noticing how scared he looked. Face flushed, eyebrows furrowed, eyes so incredibly vulnerable: he’d braced for rejection but was still visibly grasping at the hope you’d just say. something. 
That felt impossible when your mind was going a mile a minute
You cupped his cheeks, his hands immediately shooting to your wrists in reflex. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, shutting them as you placed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth
Off-center as it may be, he received it with open arms, hands sliding down your forearms and hovering above your waist as he chased your lips
Seconds passed and the two of you separated mere inches from each other
Sebastian seemed dazed, eyes crossing your face at a snail’s pace and you lazily smiled at his love-struck expression 
“I’m in love with you too, emo boy.”
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Childe Blurb >--(((°<
Pairing(s) :{Childe x Reader}
Word Count : [148]
Tags : (Angst-ish w/ a Happy Ending, Oneshot)
Warnings : *Childe Story Spoilers, use of Childe’s Real Name, Repost*
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His eyes were chilled as his snow-blanketed homeland and sharp as the daggers of hydro he wielded. You liked to imagine what it'd be like to venture through those depths of ocean blue affixed to his pale face. Perhaps, under those storming waters, you'd find the remains of genuine innocence. Splayed against rocks along the shore, you might find the sea-mangled corpse of child Ajax. Of course, tales of his hellish time spent in the Abyss was a well-guarded secret from even you. He wondered if he was capable of such vulnerability. As such, he could never bring himself to explain to you that he was afraid of the dark. Childe's nights are spent embracing you, borderline clutching at your frame. He could almost swear he saw those same Abyssal horrors swirling in the voracious darkness of your bedroom. In the refuge of your warmth, he found respite.
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Countdown  >--(((°<
Pairing(s) :{Kaeya x Reader}
Word Count : [369]
Tags : (Fluff, Oneshot)
Warnings : *Cursing, Alcohol*
Author’s Note : “Happy New Year!”
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Kaeya breached the threshold of sobriety, the scent of ‘Death After Noon’ lingering on his breath. Thankfully, he's responsive enough to be easily guided away from his barstool and away from the headache-inducing crowd. Your hand slid against his lower back, and his arm was slung across your shoulder. Enough late nights have trained you to support the Cavalry Captain's weight.
"Aw c'mon darling, the party 'sjust gettin’ started..."
You ignore the man's protests, both of you ambling up cobblestone stairs and seating yourselves on the lip of Mondstadt's fountain. The town square was significantly less congested and didn't make you gag on the scent of boozy sweat.
"I couldn't stand another minute in that tavern, and I'm not going to be dragging your unconscious-ass home. Hopefully the cold air'll sober you up."
Perching his chin atop your shoulder, he sighed spine-straightening hot air against your neck, "Your cold attitude ‘senough to keep me sober as a judge, heh."
You pinched his cheek in faux annoyance at his pert attitude, giggling at his exaggerated 'ouch!'. You noticed citizens beginning to gather outside Cat's Tail, wielding mugs and glasses overflowing with the same alcohol you'd escaped earlier.
Kaeya rose from your shoulder, scanning the assembling crowd, "Mus’ be nearing midnight..."
He held your waist and cupped your head against his chest, embracing you with a surprising amount of strength. You faced Kaeya with a hand delicate against his pectoral and an incredulous expression. His face read with drunken delight, no matter the level of sobriety, he was a tease.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered, darling.”
The sounds of a minute-long countdown began to ring out into the air.
He tucks stray hairs behind your ear, “’s sad to say I might not remember this in ‘ts entirety, but I must seize the moment before ‘sgone.” He traced a finger along your jaw and grasped your chin between his pointer and thumb.
“Kaeya what’re you sa-”
“Please, let me kiss you.” At that point, all you can do is nod, as a chorus rang out in
3,
2,
1,
Albeit lacking his typical poise: opting for somewhat hasty thirst, neither of you would trade that new years kiss for the world.
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Genshin Men + They Accidently Hurt You
Pairing(s) : {Childe, Diluc, Kaeya x Reader} 
Word Count : [887] 
Tags : (Angst, Headcannons) 
Warnings : *Physical Injuries, Hurtful Words, Depressive Thoughts, Alcohol, Religion, Possible Mischaracterization*
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Childe
Accidently hurts you with his actions
Unleashes his hydro swords onto a particularly difficult enemy you two were facing, and in his frenzy, takes you down along with the monster
Immediately rushes to your side and assesses the damage he's caused: nothing unfixable, but definitely scaring 
Apologizes to you while choking on sobs as he nurses your wounds
Tries and fails to not let himself be consumed by the vicious, gnawing guilt in his stomach
Throws himself into innumerable fights to try and feel anything other than fear and guilt
The Aftermath:
After another fruitless venture of defeating monsters in an attempt to rid himself of this crippling remorse, Childe quietly slipped into your shared home. He pressed his back against the front door and slid onto the floor, slinging his head between the knees. Silent tears glided down his pale cheeks, and his eyes bore into the dizzying emptiness of the unlit hallway ahead of him. Hopes of not waking you were dashed as he heard your bare footsteps pad across the floor. With a lantern in hand, you peered into the entryway. You felt your heart breaking as you saw your partner slumped on the floor, his face ridden with guilt. You approached him as carefully as you could, desperate to engulf him in a loving hug. His eyes tracked your movement as you kneeled in front of him, making no protest as you wrapped your arms around him in a delicate embrace. Countless seconds passed before he tugged you into his chest while he buried his face into your neck, gasping for air in between apologies and pleas for you to not leave. You held him with similar intensity, minding the still-healing wound in your torso, and softly reassured him that you would always remain by his side.
Diluc
Accidently hurts you with his words
Buried in paperwork and refusing to take a break, and your insistence made him lose his temper
- "I can't stand your voice, will you just stop talking?" 
Regrets it the instant it comes out of his mouth, but you leave before he could give a frustrated apology
Barely finishes his work and clenches his head in his hands, massaging his temples while contemplating how to apologize to you
The Aftermath:
You stayed awake well into the early hours of dawn, waiting for Diluc to make his way to bed. With wounded dignity and weighted eyelids, you fought through self-conscious contemplations and anticipated his return. Finally, at about half-past two, you heard heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom. At the hesitant turning of the door handle, you steeled yourself for conversation. Diluc entered with a downcast gaze, briefly pausing as he saw you still awake. He felt a deep simmer of guilt course through him, understanding that you'd stayed up and waited for him all this time. He approached your figure with apprehension and settled himself to kneel beside you. He gazed at your similarly darkened under-eyes and sighed, grasping your hand with a feather-light touch. You allowed it, your current state of drowsiness aiding his silent apology. He pressed soft kisses on your knuckles, then to your wrist, and finally to your palm. You caressed his cheek, accepting his affections, and kneeled alongside him. You both gently embraced, and he rubbed a restful palm circularly around your back as you drifted off on his shoulder, breathing still into the crook of his neck.
Kaeya
Accidently hurts you with his words and actions
Gets deliriously drunk and starts shouting at you for trying to bring him home, knocking you against a wall 
- "Archons, will just give up!? I don't need your help. Hell, I don’t even need you. Just go away."
He stumbles about 3 feet away before collapsing onto the cobblestone street, you manage to drag his unconscious body into bed
He wakes up in your shared bed with a head-pounding hangover, alone 
The Aftermath:
Kaeya woke to a bitterly cold morning with a head-splitting hangover. The gaps of sunlight that caught his eye made him recoil deeper into the mattress, desperate for any attempt at fending off the far-too-bright morning sun. In his tussle with the covers, he also found a noticeable absence of warmth. He staggered to an upright position to discover your side of the bed lacking any trace of your presence. A trickle of midnight memories began to pool in his mind, and piece by shameful piece, he began to remember how he treated you the night before. The words he'd bitten you with, full of venomous insecurity, and the way he'd shoved you: everything was so disgustingly vivid. He forced himself to his feet and searched the house for any sign that you'd stayed through the night. Eventually, he'd found you tucked into the corner of the couch shivering with sticky, tear-stained cheeks. With disregard for his condition, he cautiously removed your clothing stained with suffocating alcohol, changed you into warmer garments, and tucked you into bed. As he studied your sleeping face, he silently prayed to the Archons to have mercy on him. Kaeya was by no means a religious man, but in his eyes, he'd committed the greatest sin of all: hurting you. Kaeya would be damned if he'd let his selfish, empty, drunken intimidations steal from him the most precious gift the heavens could bestow upon his sinful soul.
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An Unfamiliar Feeling  >--(((°<
Pairing : {Diluc x Reader} Word Count : [248] Tags : (Fluff, Oneshot, Friends to Lovers) Warnings : *Alcohol, Reader is Drinking Alcohol*
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Diluc watched you from across the tavern, occupying his hands with a cloth and glass while his eyes were captivated with your figure. The way your laugh stole his breath was mind-boggling. He just couldn’t understand how you commanded the attention of so many, including him. This new you that had been introduced with a little liquid courage bloomed something within him.
You saunter over to the bar, the wine in your glass playing on your lips as you smile at him, the tiniest bit tipsy. You tilt the glass towards him.
"Mind topping me off?"
He slips the cup from your grip, gloved fingers ghosting over yours, and he silently fills your glass with deep red liquid. He hands it back to you, eye contact being held with burning intensity. Perhaps if you were any soberer it'd fluster you, but drunk you seemed to enjoy the attention.
"Thanks 'luc, be back very soon~"
You wink at him and return to your group. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks, and glanced at you before tearing his gaze away to collect himself. He placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart. This feeling wasn’t unwelcome; quite the opposite, but this was uncharted territory for him. There was a battle being fought between his intuition and instinct, but the sound of your laughter sliced through the fog. He stole yet another glance at you, and your radiance assured him that he was willing to explore this unfamiliar feeling.
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