โ stardew valley characters reacting to you asking them to be your partner.
req: The bachelor(ettes) heard that the farmer had just brought a bouquet, and theyโre a little jealous, thinking itโs for someone else. At the end of the day, the farmer appears holding the flowers to their face and asks them to be their partner ๐คญ
He hears it from Sam, half-murmured, half joking: โthe farmer bought a bouquet today.โ and he pretends not to care; keeps staring at the screen, watching the code scroll by without actually doing anything. he swallows hard and stays silent. Sam asks what he thinks about it, but he just shrugs. his heart is racing and he feels a mix of sadness and anger at himself for not having spoken up sooner about what he felt. the ache lingers all afternoon; stupid thoughts cross his mind while he uselessly tries to get back to work.
that night, you look for him everywhere but canโt find him. when you reach the dock, you see him smoking while staring out at the sea. you approach as quietly as possible, the bouquet hidden behind your back. he hears your footsteps and turns around; he meets your eyes and feels a pang in his chest, but when he notices the flowers behind your back, his face twists in confusion. you extend the bouquet toward him and gently ask if he would like to be your partner. he freezes. then laughs, breathless, stunned.
โgod, yesโฆ i thought i had lost you before i even had you.โ
he spirals instantly. a bouquet? for who? someone from town? some mysterious ex? he gets confused and anxious. he plays louder than usual, misses a note, sighs deeply, annoyed at himself. he tries new tricks on his skateboard but canโt focus enough and falls two, three times. by sunset, heโs staring down the path to the farm, thinking about going to you and confessing everything at once. but he knows now itโs too late.
when you finally appear, the flowers shyly held in front of your face, he smiles automaticallyโuntil you ask him out. for a second, he just blinks. then: the biggest smile youโve ever seen.
โwaitโฆ me? you mean me?โ
โyes! who else, silly?โ you say, playful. he hugs you so tightly the bouquet almost gets crushed.
he hears about it at the Saloon and feels a chill in his stomach. he thinks itโs a lie, but in a small town like this, it canโt really be a lie; people see everything and talk about everything. he takes another gulp of his beer and tells himself he doesnโt care. you deserve someone better anyway. but still, heโs quieter than usual, nursing his drink, staring at nothing.
heโs the last to leave the Saloon because he knows that the moment heโs alone in his room with his thoughts, heโll fall apart. however, when you find him outside, in the cool, soft night air, he freezes, staring at you. you, embarrassed, step closer and offer him the flowersโand your heart.
his voice falters. โโฆare you sure?โ
when you nod, he hugs you tightly, squeezing his eyes shut to hide the tears.
he hears it from Vincent when Jodi brings him to the clinic. he thinks itโs just a childโs joke, but when Jodi, in a tone more certain than questioning, asks if he knew about it, he freezes for half a second. โnoโฆ i didnโt know,โ his voice is low and he forces a gentle smile. a bouquet. bought today. he spends the rest of the day distracted, his heart racing for reasons he refuses to name.
when you show up at the clinic after hours, the flowers trembling slightly in your hands, he assumes he misunderstoodโuntil you ask him. his eyes soften immediately.
โoh,โ he whispers, smiling as if the world had just settled back into place. โmy dearโฆ i was so afraid i had imagined what we had.โ
he notices immediately. the empty flower stand at Pierreโs shop. the whispered rumors. he convinces himself this is the natural order of things: beauty chooses beauty. still, the sea feels lonelier that night; his heart races, aching as he stares at the horizon.
when you approach him on the beach, the bouquet raised like an offering, he goes completely still. when you confess nervously, he takes your hand reverently.
โmy love,โ he says softly, โyouโve written yourself into my life..โ
she hears Gus and Pam talking about it at the Saloon that night. she keeps working, but her smile no longer reaches her face; she feels a strange heaviness, like a thread pulled too tight. thereโs a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
when you arrive, the flowers glowing between your fingers, she sighs with joy the moment you ask. she laughs, claps once, and hugs you.
โi knew it!โ she says fondly. โbut it still feels magical.โ
she hears and pretends she doesnโt careโbut she does. much more than sheโd like to admit. all day sheโs distracted, strangely quiet, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. when you show up at her house, the bouquet partially hiding your nervous smile, she almost scoffsโuntil you ask, and her expression completely softens.
โoh,โ she says, breath caught in her throat. โi thoughtโฆ never mind.โ instead, she cups your face with both hands and smiles brightly before pulling you into a delicate kiss.
it breaks her heart quietly. she tells herself you deserve to be happy, even if it isnโt with her. she spends the afternoon reading, but canโt focus on a single page. when you approach her by the riverbank, the flowers carefully raised, she looks up, surprised. you take a deep breath before confessing; when you ask her to be your partner, her eyes fill with tears.
โi was so afraid to hope,โ she admits, her voice trembling as she stands. she holds the bouquet as if it were something precious and hugs you tightly, happy tears rolling down her cheeks.
she hears and feels a sense of loss even before itโs confirmed. she tells herself itโs fine, you never really had anything. still, it hurts. when you arrive at her cabin, she opens the door and looks at you in complete shock; you with the bouquet raised like a question, she sighs softly. you look at her with shining eyes and she smiles, slow and genuine.
โi almost let myself believe iโd lost my chance,โ she says. then she kisses you, a firm, certain kiss, as if choosing you too.
