— stardew valley characters crying in front of you for the first time.
req: Would you be interested in writing the flip side of it, with how and/or why the SDV characters would cry and how reader could comfort them?
the anguish grows silently; the feeling of being trapped, misunderstood, as though he's living a life that doesn't completely belong to him. he holds himself together until the very last second, but he can't stop the tears from coming after something small happens and he collapses beneath the weight he has been carrying. late at night, sitting alone on his bed, he allows himself to break. when you arrive and see him, you don't pressure him. you just sit beside him and let him have his time.
“…you don't have to hide this from me, my love” you say softly.
he doesn't answer immediately, but he doesn't pull away either. eventually, he leans toward you, toward your lap, as though searching for shelter. you gently stroke his hair and his hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as though that alone is enough to anchor him to reality.
sam doesn't show it, but he's very afraid; of the future, of not being enough, of things changing faster than he's prepared for. at first, he tries to hide it with laughter through self-deprecating jokes, smiles that are unable to conceal the sadness in his eyes. but you know him too well. you gently ask if he's alright, if something happened, and then he falls apart.
“hey, hey… it's okay.” you say softly as he hugs you; he holds onto you a little tighter than usual. you make slow circles on his back, soothing him. “you don't have to have everything figured out,” you whisper. he exhales against you, finally allowing himself to feel. he's not ashamed to cry or to feel, because you are the anchor of his life and nothing will ever change that.
shane hides his emotions until the very last second, but you recognize the burden on his shoulders, the insecurity, and that heavy, persistent feeling that he's not good enough slipping through his words and self-deprecating jokes. you notice the change in his behavior, but you allow him to have his own time. but there comes a point when he can't take it anymore. the tears hit him hard like waves crashing against rocks; you find him in his room, crying. but as soon as he sees you, he turns away and harshly wipes his face.
“what do you want?” he didn't mean to, but his tone comes out angry. you walk over to him and hug him from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to his back. “i'm here with you,” you whisper. he shakes his head, muttering something self-deprecating. you gently interrupt him as you tighten your embrace, softly stroking his skin. slowly, he places his hands over yours and simply allows himself to feel you there. he lets himself cry and break apart in front of you while you hold him.
harvey feels responsible for everything all the time, and the pressure on his shoulders is painful and exhausting. he's terrified of disappointing the people who depend on him, of disappointing you, of not being enough. but he suppresses those feelings until one day a small mistake happens in his carefully structured routine and he blames himself for it. he tries, but he can't stop the tears from appearing silently. you arrive at the exact moment of his vulnerability, and it freezes you in place.
he quickly turns his face away, wipes his tears, and looks back at you with a forced smile. his eyes are still red, his lips trembling. you say nothing. you simply walk over to him and cup his face with both hands. he squeezes his eyes shut and murmurs, “sorry.” “don't apologize, darling. i'm here.” you whisper, and then the tears begin to run down his cheeks. his hands find your wrists as though your touch anchors him to the present moment. “you don't have to be strong all the time,” you say. he nods and pulls you into a hug, exhaling shakily against you.
elliott hasn't been able to create anything for months. he's frustrated with himself while feelings of loneliness and the sense of not being understood in the way he longs to be drift through his mind like dark clouds. he's standing on the beach, watching the horizon; the beauty of the sea and his emotions blend together into a bittersweet feeling, and so he cries. the wind tousles his hair, grains of sand cling to his clothes and his face, but he doesn't care.
when you arrive, you run toward him, excited to tell him some news. but as you get closer, you notice his shoulders trembling. you stop in place for a few seconds before walking over to him. “elliott, darling—” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder. he doesn't try to hide it or pretend he wasn't crying. he simply closes his eyes; he can't bear to see your reaction to him like this. but you gently wipe away his tears. “let it out, love.” and he cries even harder, as though the barrier inside him has finally broken. he pulls you close and hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck and allowing himself to feel. after a few minutes, he rests his forehead against yours and, still without opening his eyes, he begins to unravel. he tells you everything that is in his heart and you listen. you let him say everything he wants to say and comfort him not with beautiful words, but with words that make him feel seen, heard, and loved.
without realizing it, emily absorbs too much from other people, which eventually leaves her emotionally overwhelmed. she feels strange from the moment she wakes up; something isn't right inside her. her feelings are confused, lost, unfamiliar, but she doesn't know what to do with them, so she simply feels them. while she works that evening, her emotions come crashing in stronger, like waves. she tells gus she needs some fresh air and sits outside the saloon, looking up at the stars until her vision begins to blur with warm tears that quickly roll down her cheeks.
when you see her sitting alone on the ground, hugging her own legs, you immediately worry. “hey… are you alright?” you crouch beside her and she simply looks at you with a sad smile while tears continue to fall. “no, but i will be.” you take her hands, kiss away her tears - which makes her smile a little - and say, looking into her eyes, “breathe with me.” you gently guide her, helping her calm down. she leans into you, trusting you completely. you brush the hair away from her face, your touch soft and comforting. “you don't have to carry everything alone. i'm here.”
on a cloudy day, haley finds herself feeling misunderstood or realizing something deeper about herself that she doesn't know how to process. she remains quiet all day, isolating herself from everyone else. you wait a long time at the place where the two of you agreed to meet, but concern begins to take hold when she never shows up. so you go to her house; you call her name, but she doesn't answer. you walk to her bedroom door and knock gently, but she refuses to let you in. “sweetheart, what happened?” your voice is filled with concern, and her heart aches at the sound of it. after a few minutes, she opens the door. her makeup is smudged, her expression sad and exhausted, but something in her seems to relax the moment she sees you.
you take a step forward and she throws her arms around you tightly, as though she has been waiting for this moment all day. her body trembles against yours, but your touch remains gentle and steady, holding her together. you give her the time she needs and she's so grateful for it that words aren't enough. eventually, she pulls you further into her room, sniffling as she closes the door again and lies down on her bed. she begins talking about her problems, her worries and her pain, and you listen with your heart; giving her the space and freedom to talk about whatever she wants.
sometimes life becomes too heavy for her. thoughts about her past, her dreams, and her future burn inside her heart, leaving her feeling lost and powerless, as though she's trapped. she tries her best not to cry, not to let her emotions show, but everything comes rushing to the surface when a sentence from a book describes her in a way no one else ever has. seeing that someone else once went through what she's experiencing is overwhelmingly emotional for her. before she realizes it, tears are slipping down her cheeks. she sets the book aside and covers her face with her hands. that's when you notice.
you kneel slightly so you can meet her gaze. “penny…” your voice is soft but steady. she tries to hide it; quickly wiping her eyes and reopening the book. you gently take her hands. “it's okay.” the sound of your voice, your gentle words, break something inside her. she leans toward you, hesitant at first, but you hold her carefully, as though she's something precious. “you're safe.” you whisper. and she knows she is.
when she feels disconnected from her art or from herself during moments of doubt about her path, leah cries quietly. she doesn't hide it, but she doesn't share it easily either. she processes everything internally in a thoughtful and profound way. you sit beside her in silence, then, gently, you ask: “do you want to talk about it?” sometimes she doesn't want to talk. sometimes your presence alone is enough; she rests her head on your shoulder, wipes away her tears, and intertwines her hand with yours. you gently stroke her hand with your thumb.
other times, she wants to talk. and so you listen. you advise her, help her, support her, and surround her with warmth and love.
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