#sdv fluff

He also stresses a lot over not sounding ungrateful.

Premises made! Elliott has been stuck in bed for almost a week now, trapped by a terrible flu.

Sometimes Willy, the good man he is, checks up on him, but the man wakes up really early to go fishing and he’s not always available when he’s in open sea, you know?

Thankfully, you know no boundaries. You’ve been barging into Elliott’s lonely shrack for days to check up on him. It must be depressing to live alone and be sick. The sound of the waves and the seagulls might make up for it during the day, but as soon as the sun sets behind the shores, you can’t help but think how Elliott must be feeling all by himself, as the wind roars against the unstable wooden shed.

Poor, poor Elliott in need of your care. The fact you have a little crush on him is irrelevant in this scenario, isn’t it?

Still, you’re keen on winning the imaginary best-and-most-nosy-citizen-of-Pelican-Town award for another year. So you decide to do something to cheer him up and barge in once again.

You have no doubt that, being a writer and a romanticist, he will find your gift beautiful and actually get the meaning of it.

That morning, you find him sitting up in his bed in a white shirt, his auburn locks a tangled mess. His eyes still look at you in the soft morning light with a kindness all of their own. He’s genuinely happy to see you. You are his medicine during these miserable days.

You place it in his lap – a modest bouquet you assembled yourself: Chrysanthemum for a good recovery, Chamomile for patience and Coreopsis to keep a good spirit while healing.

His face becomes the same colour of his hair. A few moved tears well up in his eyes as he grabs the simple bouquet in his arms.

He immediately asks you if you can put them in a vase on his nightstand. Then, as you sit down next to his bed, he grabs your hands in his and looks at you with an exasperatedly sweet expression. He’s so dramatic, sometimes, but you know he’s feeling all the gratitude he’s trying to convey in his words.

His lips find the soft skin of your palms many, many times, his touch reverent as he keeps holding your hands in his delicately.

He looks up at you for a second while his mouth is pressed against your delicate palm, pretending it was a mistake, but you find a glint of something a lot bolder than the delicate touches you've exchanged and you can't quite put your finger on what it is that he's avoiding your gaze again.

He looks at the flowers day and night, feeling much less lonely now that a piece of your heart is next to him.

When he’s finally feeling better enough to sit at his wooden desk, he writes you an heartfelt letter for the beautiful present. Something that goes along the lines of: “Ever since you’ve arrived in this little town, you’ve illuminated my days like a bright sun. Without your care and cheerfulness, I would’ve healed just fine, but with a much heavier heart.” – something like that.

When months later he opens up his notebook in front of you on one of those rare mornings when you don’t have much work to do at the farm and join him for a walk, you see it: a beautiful, familiar flower tucked between two pages like a candid secret.

Alex:

I believe that his father’s words have had a great impact on what he thinks and how he behaves – not in a good way. He’s used to walk on eggshells and to think lowly of himself, even though he’s good at hiding it behind a pompous façade.

Even after coming to the valley, the ghost of his father still haunts him. His harsh words echo inside him every day and sometimes he’s just not strong enough to confront them.

He’s one of those guys that believe that true men don’t cry or show their emotions, that they can’t be too soft, that they have to like certain things to be manly and flowers surely aren’t among the things they should like. It’s not his fault. His father was a great example of toxic masculinity among the other bad things he has been for him – a terrible father, to name one.

So he claims he doesn’t like flowers. Flowers are emasculating, he says. Flowers are something you gift to a girl, because he believes it’s in a woman’s nature to like them.

But when you ask him to elaborate, he actually doesn’t have an explanation beyond that thought other than ‘they are too girly’. It’s like that simple opinion has been instilled there and never questioned until this day.

He doesn’t say these things with a bad meaning, I promise! He’s genuinely trying to overcome the terrible traces his dad has left. Just, sometimes he needs a little help to recognise some patterns as wrong. Wrong not per se – in this case, yes – but because many of his beliefs are forged on the fact he has shaped his whole person on what his father constantly criticised.

Ugh, I love him and I want to punch his dad so bad.

When Spring’s knocking on the door, sometimes Alex helps Evelyn with the flowers arrangments around Pelican Town. He’s strong, after all! But sometimes his grandma asks him for an opinion and, well, he has a very refined taste.

Still, he won’t admit he likes flowers. If he gave you another reason other than “it’s a girls’ thing”, you would just leave it, but, given the circumstances, you just can’t.

So, of course, you try to explain to him that men can receive flowers too and that they are absolutely allowed to appreciate them. He looks at you dumbfounded, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

It’s not much you have been going out together. You can’t even pinpoint the exact moment you realised you two were dating. You gradually started spending more time together, you at his kiosk and him at your farm helping around; then he started walking you home after every outing, stopping at your porch until the sun has set. He’s so delicate in the way he cares for you. He’s a good, sensitive guy. He just has to understand it’s not a flaw.

It’s part of your summer routine to spend some time together down the beach or walking around before the sun gets too strong and he has to open the kiosk. You both wake up fairly early and even though he could simply come to your farm and hang out as you do your things, you need a distraction too, sometimes.

And it’s not like you get much done when he comes over anyway.

Every morning, he’s already out of his house waiting for you, waving his imaginary tail at you when you approach him – even though he tries to keep it cool. He has an image, you know.

Today, though, you were so nervous you took the path that leads to the city earlier than usual. Evelyn has found you waiting for her grandson outside of their house, so she let you in.

She glances at the colorful bouquet in your hands with a loving smile and tells you to go wake Alex up, as he’s probably still asleep.

His room is dark, a vagabond ray filtering through a small space left between the blinds and the windowsill finds its way to the bed where Alex is snoring quietly. You sit at the edge of the bed and shake him gently.

He groans, opens his eyes and turns to the other side. Then, after realising it’s you, he jumps on his bed and rubs his eyes.

“Wha… What are you…” he mumbles, trying to fix his hair. You don’t even give him the chance to get out of his confused daze that you place the pretty bouquet in his lap, a little token of your affection and a reinforcing demonstration to your words of the conversation you’ve had in the previous days.

And, oh, your heart shatters when he realises what’s going on and starts tearing up. His cheeks heat up and he’s suddenly picking you up and placing you in his lap, one hand holding the flowers and the other placed securely around your waist as he hides his warm face in your neck, sobbing.

He’s a very sensitive guy and he appreciates you a lot. Just, he doesn’t allow himself to show it too often in case you might judge him as weak. But you don’t and with that simple, genuine gesture he remembers once again that he doesn’t have to pretend around you. He’s free to be himself.

He’s grateful for the flowers, but he’s especially grateful for you. From that moment on, he lets himself be more vulnerable around you. He starts showing that he’s not casual about you, but that he has serious intentions and that he’s not dating you just for fun. Which is great, really.

You start gifting each other flowers every now and then. Evelyn finds it endearing, especially when Alex asks her for advice.

In your love, he can rest and grow. He’s finally safe from his father.

Shane:

We all already know how terribly shy this man is.

And how self-deprecating he is. He truly believes he doesn’t deserve good things. Not that there are that many left for him – or so he believes, at least.

He lives his existence in a drunken haze, devoted to a bottle of beer and to his little niece. Until he met you, that is.

It’s not easy to get Shane to open up, but you’re on a good way. He’s warmed up to you a little ever since you’ve moved to Pelican Town, so, when he’s in a particularly good mood, you join him at the Saloon for a drink or two.

Emily has just brought you your third round before turning around to discuss with Lewis some particulars about the flowers arrangment for the upcoming Flower Dance. Shane scoffs by your side.

You ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t elaborate. Then it hits you; it’s tradition among your fellow citizens to gift each other pretty flower arrangements in occasion of the yearly Flower Dance. A pletora of colours decors counters, tables, windowsills as a reminder that Spring is passing by. It’s just a way to celebrate, to wait for the Flower Dance with a little more excitement.

You ask him if he’s ever received a bouquet, but he scoffs. It’s not like he gets that many gifts nowadays. He’s not popular with the ladies anymore. The only “lady” that sometimes gifts him something is his niece, when she comes back home from Ms. Penny’s lessons with a colorful drawing or a pretty handmade bracelet.

You don’t know if he’d be happy to receive a gift from you. Not the usual pepper poppers you bring to the ranch, lying that you “accidentally made too many”, but a proper gift. Still, you’re tired of the confusing tension that hovers over you when you’re together. You want to give him a hint and he’s just served you the solution on a silver plate.

A couple of days later, on a Sunday, he’s feeding Marnie’s chickens in the back of the ranch. He had been drinking the night before – and the one before, and the one even before – and his stomach feels like crap, but Jas is at home and he’s not going to let her notice that he’s feeling unwell. Plus, he’s used to work with a hangover.

The little girl calls him out to the front, telling him the farmer has came to visit.

He grumbles. He’s grown fond of you over the past few months, but you can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially when he’s already fighting against the urge to puke everywhere. You were there last night. He doesn’t need your scolding.

Still, he unconsciously runs a hand through his hair to make it decent and comes out.

His face becomes so red it looks like he’s been staying out in the sun for too long.

There’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s always you and that stupid, cheerful expression of yours – but he immediately notices the large bouquet you’re holding in your arms. And it doesn’t leave any room for doubts. You were doing it on purpose, probably to fluster him or to mock him.

Otherwise, why would you be carrying him a bouquet of fully-bloomed red roses?

You explain yourself, hiding your equally red face behind the sudden present, and you tell him that there is at least one person willing to give him gifts actually, even if he claims he’s not that popular with the ladies anymore.

He looks at you, stunned, but decides to lift the huge bouquet from your arms – only to help you out. It looks pretty heavy, after all.

He grumbles a quick “thank you”, his face scorching, but he doesn’t have to deal with the embarrassment any longer because you’re as red as him and you claim you need some fresh air before waltzing out of his house.

Jas is a smart kid and she immediately figures out what’s going on, but she doesn’t comment on it, which he appreciates. Except that when Marnie, absent during that shameful exchange, starts teasing him during dinner about what happened that morning, he immediately understands Jas has spilled everything.

He spends days contemplating the flowers in his room, but it’s only when the last petal is rotting that he figures he should do something to express his gratitude… somehow.

He’s terrible with these things. While he walks the sunny path towards your farm, he’s tempted to turn around and go back home many times. Yet, he knocks on your door fairly early during the morning, after having avoided you for a good amount of days.

Pulling you in and planting an awkward kiss on your cheek, he leaves a small box in your hands before trotting away. Inside, there’s a cute hay hat, decorated with a green ribbon, and a ticket: “so you won’t get sunburnt anymore.”

Harvey:

Pelican Town’s citizens have really grown on the goofy doctor. He was searching for a peaceful place to exercise his profession, away from the chaotic city he has studied in, and even though he sometimes misses the endless choices of fun it offered, he wouldn’t go back to the smog and the traffic and the noise pollution and—

You get it. Despite being used to a different life style, and maybe especially because of this, he’s grown to love the quiet valley. It does wonders for the health, too, because the air is clear and the routine is slow.

There’s only one issue and I’ll give you a riddle to guess it. To keep you alert, you see.

You can find it in the air during Spring and it makes you sneeze the whole fucking day.

Spring, after all, is the pollen season. It’s an amazing sight when flowers are blooming everywhere and the trees are producing their juicy fruits, but Harvey can only admire the colorful change of the flora around the valley from afar, because he’s terribly allergic. He follows some therapy to keep it at bay, but he hasn’t found an antihistamine good enough to cover him completely.

His house, too, is full of fake plants because of that reason.

One day, after he was so attentive with taking care of you when you strained your ankle in the mines, not only as a doctor but also as a friend, you decided to have a bouquet of dahlias – symbol of gratitude – delivered to his clinic.

Huge mistake. He was miserable and you couldn’t stop apologising.

Still, you found it so sad. Flowers can really make a person happy, they’re a meaningful gift and they’re just so pretty to look at! You want Harvey to be able to enjoy them too, possibly avoiding harming him in the process.  

When he has finally recovered from his brief crisis, he visits you again to check up on you and your poor ankle. It’s doing fairly good now, compared to when Linus had found you in the mines, crying for help; Harvey is good at his job and he’s a kind soul, which gives him a boost.

He also visits you for the simple pleasure of your company. And he’s confident enough that you enjoy his company as well, because there’s not one single moment of silence whenever he comes over and sits at your bedside to chat about everything but your ankle.

The first five minutes, he tries to pretend he’s there for medical reasons. You both drop the act after a while, though. You simply like spending time with each other, when he doesn’t have any patient or Maru is covering him at the clinic at least.

Anyway, to PROPERLY THIS TIME thank him for the great care and also as a way to apologise for the little allergy accident, you decide to resort to your knowledge as a farmer to find a way to gift him a floral token without potentially causing him another crisis.

One afternoon, after his usual round of his patients’ houses – he regularly checks up on George and Robin has been stuck in bed for a bad flu – and saving yours for last, both because you live far from the city center and because he wants to enjoy your company with no rush, he finds a large bouquet on the chair he usually sits on to chat with you.

Is it a joke? He doesn’t know what to do other than stare at you from the doorway, but you quickly reassure him. You had done your researches and lilacs should be harmless, even for a nose as sensitive as his.

He walks towards your bed slowly, weighing every step, and then he carefully, gracefully picks up the bouquet, staring at the beautiful flowers and especially admiring your effort in finding something he, too, could enjoy. His ears are of a lovely shade of bordeaux, in great contrast with the purple petals.

But you aren’t done teasing the bashful doctor. While he composes himself with a cough and neatly places his case and the flowers on the chair to visit you, you simply observe him. But when he finally sits down beside you, you lean over and whisper, as if it was a spicy secret:

“Do you know what lilacs simbolise, doc?”

Lilacs simbolise the love that blooms in Spring. And the way his quiet care has made its way throughout the gardens of your heart during this Spring you were forced in bed has definitely made a great affection bloom inside you for the kind-hearted, silent doctor of the valley.

Yes, moving to Pelican Town has been the right choice.

Sebastian:

We all already know about Sebastian’s long-cherished dream to abandon the lonely, slow life of the valley for a more electrifying experience in the city.

The city looks so full of life; it has an alluring charm and a promising sense of freedom that overcomes the negative sides of living in a much vaster space that’s so different from what he’s used to. The bright lights that shine even at night, the tall buildings, the feeling of opportunity…

Yes, he wants to be part of something like that. An immense drawing where he can be both a shadow and a star.

So when this important client of his proposed him to move to Zuzu City for a while to help him work on a new project, he should’ve jumped at the opportunity. And he would have, really. If a couple of months ago someone had asked him to move away from his house and finally experience a piece of that delicious cake that is independence, he would’ve been thrilled.

Except that now there’s you in the picture.

It’s not that you are dating or something, but he’s not a stupid. He knows that something is there, lingering in between the languid gazes you send each other at the Saloon or the way you two always find excuses to bump into each other and stay together for longer. But there’s nothing official. Maybe he’s just seeing things, after all.

After all, you were the first one to encourage him to take the opportunity to explore something other than the peaceful valley.

He can’t exactly mention his feelings when the decision is made. That would be selfish. He’d like to be selfish, to ask you to wait, but he doesn’t, because he’s not even sure when he’ll be back.

What he doesn’t know is that this new story about his transfer has made you really upset. You’re worried he will just forget about you. You were a particular character, different from anyone than he’s ever known, but he has been in the valley for so long that you convince yourself the only reason he’s took a liking to you is because you are fairly new, therefore interesting.

Plus, you have known the city. It can swallow you down with its frenetic pace.

You’re worried he will forget about you. But you’re stuck in the same place as him and so you think you’re in no position to say anything about his wishes.

Both of you are stupidly waiting for the other to speak up.

Your affection towards each other has always been subtle. Sometimes a simple gaze is enough between you. Hidden, but fulfilling.

He has to wake up early tomorrow, so you settle to meet up after dinner to spend some more time together.

Your heart trembles when you see him, nonchalantly cool as if he had just came out of a stupid romance book, leaning against his bike as he lights a cigarette.

He takes you for a ride. You don’t speak much, words probably meaningless when the wind and the way your hands are gripping his waist like an anchor are already doing all the talking. When you stop for a quick break, though, you have to face the heavy elephant in the room. And you don’t ask him for any promise – not out loud, at least.

With subtlety, you lean down and pick up a couple of pretty Forget me not.

He doesn’t say much. His gaze is tender, his eyes a bit melancholic. His soft, long hand gently holds the one that’s handing him the flowers.

He takes one and clumsily tucks it in your hair.

There’s this particular silver locket he has once bought on a morning he decided to skip school with Sam and they wandered through some flea market. When he wakes up the next day, he puts one of the small, crumpled token of your affection – so intense you couldn’t dare to put it into words – in it and you can bet he doesn’t take it off. Ever. Not even to shower.

A couple of months pass by and he actually gets the opportunity to prolong his staying in the captivating city he has longed for ever since he was a kid. You’ve heard that from Robin one morning, while visiting her to discuss the building of a new barn. It’s not like you’ve talked much ever since he has moved to Zuzu City.

You pretend your stomach isn’t full of butterflies as you casually ask for more informations. You’re genuinely happy for him, aren’t you? Despite your bitter, conflicted feelings towards him, you care about Sebastian.

So when one evening, while coming back from an exhausting day in the mines, you find him waiting for you leaning against his bike, you don’t understand why you feel so helplessly happy to the point of crying.

He had discovered he prefers the quietness of the valley… and you.

“See, I couldn’t forget you.”

Sam:

Sometimes Samson can be a bit of an adorable dumbass, with his dorky attitude and golden retriever tendencies, but we know he absolutely rocks as an older brother.

Since Kent is fighting on the front line and Jodi has so much on her plate, he gladly takes on the role of a parental figure for Vincent. Also, he’s absolutely weak to that round, freckled face.

His day off from his awful job at JojaMart is on Sunday. He usually rests during the morning, but he doesn’t like to spend the whole day at home, no matter how tired he is.

One Sunday morning, though, he finds little Vincent sulking at the kitchen table, his round eyes full of tears that he’s trying so hard not to spill, only to let them all out as soon as he sees his big brother.

It’s not like him throwing a tantrum, but Jodi has promised to take him and Jas to a little outing to the lake that day. Just, something came up and she can’t take them anymore. Despite them being responsible kids (also read: despite Jas being a responsible kid), Jodi really can’t let him go with a light heart. And it’s not like she can ask Sam, right? It’s his free day, he works so hard at JojaMart-

Well, have I already told you that he can’t resist his little brother? Besides, every occasion is good to show off and demonstrate how cool he is, not like other boring adults. So, despite being tired from stocking the shelves and cleaning the floors all week, he takes his brother and Shane’s niece to the lake.

Passed Seb’s house, Sam discovers that a certain someone had planned to spend their Sunday at the lake, too, and he can’t stop thanking his lucky star. He almost trips over himself as he sets the blanket on the grass and invites you to join their arranged picnic, but you accept gleefully and even promise the kids you will teach them how to use the fishing rod Willy gifted you later.

You spend the afternoon watching the kids together and chatting.

At some point, after tiring themselves out for the whole afternoon, Vincent and Jas invade your little lovely picture with a bunch of flowers they’ve picked on the shore. With graceful mastery, you show them how to make crowns out of the pretty flowers they’ve picked and they immediately get to work under your amused gaze.

You pick some of the flowers, too, and as the conversation flows you start weaving them quickly, your eyes falling only sometimes to your hands to check how it’s turning out. Sam doesn’t think too much of it; despite feeling a bit awkward at first, the words are now flowing out of his mouth smoothly. You feel overwhelmed by his energy, but you find it contagious, so you can’t really complain.

He stops talking – nervous as he is, he needed just a little push to completely lose himself – when you place the crown made of little white flowers on his blond hair.

He laughs, hard, asking you if he looks pretty. Despite it being a casual gesture, something you found yourself doing in the situation, he takes it to his heart to make a crown for you as well. And so, you try to teach him, your fingers casually – it’s not like you have a crush on the dork, no – brushing against his guitarist’s ones twice as necessary.

If the kids were struggling, he struggles twice. He should find it easy, shouldn’t he? He plucks the strings of his guitar for hours with great skill, but the flowers keep breaking or losing petals in his hands. He’s not frustrated though, because you’re there to patiently help him learn from his mistakes.

In the end, he manages to make an… acceptable-looking crown for you and you pretend to not notice the adoring look in his blue eyes when he reverently places it on top of your head, or how it’s making your face heat up.

While Jas and Vincent blast your ears off about how they’re going to make crowns for everyone at the next Flower Dance, you take a look at a very sleepy Sam, leaning against the trunk of a tree.

His crown is crooked. You fix it gently as he boldly searches for your hand. You intertwine your pinkies like two kids, your hands kept a secret by the shadow of the tree as he drifts off to sleep.

Sam

I can see Sam still being somewhat goofy(?) even when you're sick.

Like Sebastian, I think he'd have the mentality as well that if you're not terribly sick, then he doesn't see the reason why you can't have a little fun as well! Who wants to be cooped up inside a sick room all day, after all?

But let's say you have a serious illness like the flu.

Sam would be the type who wouldn't mind getting sick himself so long as he's able to stay next to you and take care of your every need. If you say that you're cold, then he'll be there to cuddle you from behind and let you sleep on him, if you're bored all of a sudden, then he'll turn on any movie you want and watch it with you until the very end.

And although he's not the best cook, you can bet that he's rushing back to his mom's place as fast as he can to ask Jodi to make you something so that you're able to eat! He knows that frozen pizza isn't exactly what you need right about now. Nothing but soup, other light foods, and water, according to the doctor!

All in all? Sam would be wayyyy clingier than he usually is on a normal day.

Even though you're sick, that won't stop him from wanting to be close to you, only leaving when he needs to get you something to make you feel better.

♡ - Today was a gloomy day.

For the last week or so, you've been bedridden per Doctor Harvey's orders, forced to stay inside to make sure that your illness didn't run the risk of getting any worse. And although it was nothing more than a particularly bad case of the flu...the sight of the very world outside being just as gloomy as the inside of your room made you quieter than usual, your eyes nearly hazing over as you stared blankly at the open window.

He knew he should've closed it.

Silently, Sam hugged you tighter to his chest, uncaring of the fact that you were ill. If the entire day was going to be like this, no sunlight to help you be happier...then he supposed that he would just have to step in for the sunlight and make you feel better without it! If he was already decently good at filling in for you and taking care of the animals, learning to handle the expenses and the likes to make sure that you were getting as much rest as possible...then surely, he could do this.

"Y/N." Sam softly spoke to you as he tucked his face into the side of your neck, breathing in the combined scent of your soft bodywash and the smell of the freshly cleaned bedsheets. "Want to watch a movie?" He asked. "I have my phone on me! We can watch an action movie, a comedy, or even some episodes of that show you were talking about!" When you didn't immediately respond, Sam nearly had a mind to think that you had fallen asleep in his hold, if it weren't for the way that you slowly moved your head to look back at him.

And the look you had...it nearly broke his heart. You looked tired and weak, your nose runny, and your face a little pale. "You...you shouldn't be this close to me, y'know?" You spoke, your voice a little raspier than usual as Sam briefly untangled himself from around you to grab a few tissues from the nightstand. He answered you with a chuckle as he wiped at your nose. "How many times are you going to keep saying that?" He snorted. "Even if you're sick, I like being around you. I don't wanna be banished to sleep on the couch just because you have the sniffles!"

You huffed. "It's more than just the sniffles, Sam."

"I know."

"And you can get sick."

"I know."

You sighed, finding just enough energy to untangle his arms from around you so that you were able to flip your body over to glare at him. "It's not fun being sick, Sam!" You raspily exclaimed. "I don't want to see you sick." He responded by kissing the tip of your nose, flashing you a toothy grin in response. "I won't get sick! I'm actually pretty healthy—unless it's allergy season!" Despite your rising blush, you rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh, gently pushing away Sam's face when he leaned in to kiss you again.

"I'm being serious." You insisted. "I...I don't like the idea of you being sick, Sam. I'm fine sleeping by myself; besides, it's gloomy in here."

The edges of the blonde's lips nearly twitched into a frown, disheartened that you thought that a case of you having the flu would be enough to make him disgusted by you, to make him want to be away from you. But, no matter how many times he'd have to repeat himself...he'd show you time and time again that he was here for you, your personal ray of sunlight, even when things were gloomy. "I don't care about getting sick." He responded with as much sincerity as he could muster up. "Get me sick, make me have a runny nose for the rest of my life, even! Just...so long as I get to continue to be around you, I don't mind. I swear."

You watched as he fished his phone out from underneath his pillow, tapping the screen a couple of times before he showed you your favorite show on Netflix. "Sooooo...do you want to watch your show with me?"

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at your husband's stubborn nature but you nonetheless flipped onto your stomach along with him, watching Sam prop up a pillow so that you both were able to see the screen. As much as you didn't want to imagine him having what you had...you were grateful nonetheless that he still wanted to be so close to you.

Alex

Okay, at the risk of getting a hint bit of flak here. I feel that, while Alex wouldn't leave you to be sick on your own, he definitely wouldn't want to be around you for the sake of his own health.

It's nothing born out of thinking you're disgusting. Don't doubt it for a second and think that he's not genuinely concerned for your health! It's more so that— he sees how runny your nose is.

He sees how you threaten to cough out your lungs and have watery eyes. You complain about headaches as well as the fact that you're both too hot and too cold, one moment you're throwing off the blankets and then the next you're tugging them back onto you!

While he'd definitely do his part to make sure that you're taking your prescribed medicines and the likes, it's all done with a foot long pole.

After all, he doesn't want to get sick himself!

But he'll definitely send you all his love from afar!

Funny headcanon of Alex being a germaphobe—something to think about ngl

♡ - "You're such a germaphobe, Alex!" You shouted at the top of your lungs from within the confines of your bedroom.

For the last few days, from the other side of your bedroom door. Alex had been slipping all your things, food, medicine, and all the other likes underneath the crack, alongside an apologetic letter. Not because the two of you had a nasty argument, though, but simply because you were sick! For the first day, you had thought that it was funny, watching your husband avoid you like the plague, all because you had a particularly bad case of the cold!

But when day two came around? You were beginning to feel the effects of your "separation".

"Come back in here!" You shouted as loud as you possibly could without accidentally letting a wheezy cough follow behind your words. "I'm not even that sick!" There was a long pause, yet, based on the fact that Alex had just slipped a sandwich underneath the door. You knew that the was still there, hovering around, until you slipped an empty plate underneath. "I know you're there!"

"I'm not trying to get sick with you!" Alex responded.

You huffed. "Didn't you say 'In sickness and in health' on our wedding day? I'm sick, get in here!"

"I can support you from behind a door! Who said we both have to get sick?! Someone has to be up and about making food and taking care of things!" You groaned as you let your entire body fall back against the pillow. It was usually your job to be the reasonable one, to talk Alex out of doing things from time to time, but...in this case? You didn't know how much you were liking the fact that Alex was being the more sensible one, the one telling you 'no' to something when all your husband did was spoil you with attention and affection! being cramped up in the bedroom while he took the couch felt like some form of torture, and although it hadn't been long...you were beginning to get bored with watching internet videos all by yourself.

Suddenly, though, Alex knocked on the door before you could hear him sighing heavily. "I'm...sorry, for not being around you right now while you're sick. I'll make it up to you, okay?" The sound of sadness beginning to enter Alex's voice plucked at your heartstrings, making you feel bad for pressuring him, no matter how playful it was in the beginning. "It's fine," You quickly answered with a sigh of your own. "I wasn't trying to pressure you." You added on. "I just...I just miss you, I hate sleeping by myself, and I hate being stuck in the bedroom all day."

"Just a few more days, Y/N—" As you heard Alex slide down the door, you looked at the sandwich that still sat on your lap in front of you before you began to slowly take bite after bite, reaching over to the cup of water next to the bed in between your eating before you eventually finished. And as you set your plate on the nightstand to be handled later...you suddenly thought of an idea, both to alleviate your boredom as well as hang out with your husband despite him being on the other side of the door.

"Cards?" You chuckled at Alex's confused tone when you had sent him the game from your phone.

"I'm bored."

"Obviously," Your husband snickered. "I don't know how to play."

"Neither do I." It was your turn first; you made the first move. "But I'm a quick learner. Especially if it means winning." Those words sparked Alex's competitive spirit, a grin coming onto his face as he did his best to understand how to play. After all, whether you were sick or in perfectly good health, he planned to make you work for your victory!

Harvey

Expect your illness to be gone within two to three business days.

The second you state that you're feeling slightly under the weather, even if it's a slight headache or the sniffles. I feel like Harvey would immediately urge you to rest and would give you the best medicines he has in stock.

Soup and water around the clock, cold and headache medicine, and checking your temperature every so often. He's going all out even if he finds out that it's just a case of the common cold!

But, even despite all that, the second that you say that you don't want to take any medicines or eat any soup, and that you just want his attention and cuddles—the patient, his lovely partner, is always right.

You can bet your bottom dollar that he's hopping right into bed, turning on your favorite show or movie, and letting your head rest on your chest while rubbing circles into your back, gently whispering and wishing for you to get better so that he can see you be your usual bubbly self again.

♡ - Had you not been so sick. You would've had a mind to burst out laughing at how much Harvey was being a busybody over your sick form.

The moment you told him you had a stomachache, although he still allowed you to have your space under the guise of hoping that it was something mild concerning what you may have eaten. The moment you suddenly began throwing up and experiencing chills? Harvey wasted no time all of a sudden to bring different medicines from his clinic and back home. Although he didn't like seeing you sick as a loving husband, from the perspective of a doctor? Harvey hated it.

As he checked your temperature around the clock, he gave you medicine after medicine to alleviate your symptoms and did the work of making sure you were eating the right things to not make you feel any worse. He constantly wondered to himself as to what he could've done beforehand to help you avoid this situation altogether! With how much of your time the farm needed from you on a day-to-day basis, he could see how you were beginning to fidget from being in bed all day.

But, for the sake of his spouse? He was willing to be a little strict with you if it meant you'd be better sooner than later.

Much to your slight annoyance, of course. "Do I really have to take this medicine, Harvey?" You groaned, your head falling back against the pillow as you watched your husband walk in with yet another brown bottle in one hand and a spoon in another. "I feel fine! No more sniffles, coughing, or randomly getting up to throw up!" As Harvey set medicine down on the nightstand, he only answered you with that familiar, serious look that he only had when he was addressing you as a doctor more than a husband.

"Harvey."

He sighed. "This is for your health, Y/N. It's to ensure that you won't have any more symptoms."

"But I don't have any! I'm totally fine!" When Harvey continued to look at you, unconvinced, you decided to answer by turning your head to the side as a physical sign of your rejection of the medicine he was offering you. Something that your husband could only meet with a quiet huff before he slowly let his eyes roam over your form.

Unlike earlier in the week, you didn't have an unnatural, sickly look to your skin tone. You weren't sweating as much either, and your arms weren't clenching at your stomach anymore as if you were trying to will your body not to hurl up your insides. You looked...completely normal, something that he hadn't taken the time to check in on due to how busy he was panicking over you.

At the realization, Harvey couldn't help but look to the side to hide a quickly rising blush. "You done panicking over me?" You said once you turned your head back to face your husband, struggling to withhold a giggle when you spotted how red the tips of his ears were. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine." You laughed. "I knew what I was getting into when I married a doctor, but...if you really want to make me feel better—" At your dramatic pause, Harvey looked back at you with an adorable tilt of his head. "—you can get in bed with me so we can watch our show." You smiled. "We missed an episode." Without a twitch of hesitation or a word of concern for your well-being, Harvey let out a sigh as he turned to put on some more comfortable clothes being getting on his side of the bed next to you, muttering shy murmurs of apology into your neck as he cuddled closer to you.

And to be frank, as you flipped open your computer to search for you and Harvey's favorite show to binge...you were already over the matter, simply content to be able to cuddle close to your husband once again rather than having him constantly dart from place to place out of worry.

Shane

On one hand, I feel like he wouldn't know what to do? The moment you say that you're sick, he'll be worried, of course, but he knows that you're way tougher and more resilient than he is, so he wouldn't be too worried.

But on the other hand, if you showed signs of having a serious illness, he's definitely going to take you to the clinic first before going into 'Nurse Shane' mode.

Suddenly, his usual nights of going to the saloon have been put on a stark hold to make sure that he's around you 24/7.

He's not much of a cook, but he'll take the time to search up easy-to-digest foods for you to eat, as well as make sure that you're drinking plenty of fluids and keeping your temperature stable.

Once he's done all that, though? He'll hop straight into bed with you.

Any voices of concern from you that go along the lines of "I don't want you to get sick, sleep somewhere else, Shane," are met with a gruff response of "I don't care about me right now, I'll stay with you until you're feeling better."

And tbh, there's not too much you can do to try and convince him to do otherwise.

♡ - For the last hour or so, Shane had been laying right next to you in bed, your body dragged close into his own all on account of the words you whispered to him. "It's cold. Don't go anywhere."

And since then? He had stayed put.

Your illness had started around a day ago, but the rate at which it got worse terrified both him and Harvey when Shane rushed over to his clinic to tell him about how you were doing. 'Stomach flu,' is what Harvey told both of you, though you were too out of it from throwing up constantly to really tell what was being said. That was fine, but...Shane was a worrywart, even now, he thought that the doctor's diagnosis of what you had came down with was nothing but a heap of bull. But, it wasn't like he could neither run down to the clinic to give Harvey some choice words or bear to leave your side when you needed him the most.

So, Shane just lied there, content with petting your head as he listened to the soft sounds of your snores. With how peaceful you were snoring, he was tempted to fall asleep himself, that is...just as he was beginning to close his eyes, he heard the telltale signs of you beginning to wake up. A sniffle here and a soft groan there, whatever bits of sleepiness were beginning to wash over him were snuffed away in an instant as Shane prepared himself to dart up from bed and do whatever you may have asked him to do.

But you hadn't done anything of the sort. You only blinked the sleep from your eyes a couple of times before looking up at Shane through your lashes and proceeding to tuck yourself closer to him, inhaling the natural smell of him as a peaceful sigh, then left you. "Feelin' better?" Shane dared to break the comfortable silence, his words met with a slow shake of your head.

"...Aren't you worried about getting sick?" You mumbled into his chest.

'Is the stomach flu even contagious?' He wondered.

Nonetheless, he shook his head. "You need me, so I'm here." He answered. "I don't care about gettin' sick. Think I've had to have built up some type of resistance from drinkin' so much." You rolled your eyes at his response, meeting his words with a weak slap against his arm. The fact that you had enough energy to respond like that at all...Shane couldn't help but crack a smile before hugging you tighter. "Wonder if you'll have that same attitude if you get the stomach flu."

He cringed at the thought of vomiting, although a familiar feeling...doing so because of the stomach flu? Especially when he saw how frequently you vomited? He figured that he would much rather avoid that type of situation. "I hope you don't, though." You added on with a sigh. "It's not fun."

"I can tell."

The two of you fell into silence once more, each of you focusing on the breathing of the other, before you eventually broke the silence once more via a drawn-out yawn before attempting to tuck yourself impossibly closer to Shane. Although you still felt queasy...the fact that Shane was still by your side, not making any moves to try and move away from you or put some distance between the two of you, made you feel exponentially better.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 seb doesn't strike me as a super large party kind of guy, but he definitely gets together with all your closest mutual friends like sam, abby, victor and maru to get them involved in something small and intimate

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 a little getty at his seems like an appropriate way for you guys to celebrate,,, all your closest friends together with some music, weed, drinks just sounds like a great time to the both of you<3

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 lets you know in advance he has something planned for your birthday so you have adequate time to get yourself ready, but refuses to tell you any of the things he has planned for the night, no matter how much you bug him n ask him !!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 sebastian wants you to be at least a little surprised when you come downstairs to his room and see all your friends, favorite games n snacks and colored decorations splayed out across the room, waiting for you!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you're just over the moon <3 a big party is fun and all but you hate the mess and the clean up and the feeling like you need to preform and keep everyone happy on your special day, and seb knows that! he knows you better than anyone else in the world, you didn't even have to express that you wanted something a little more close and personal this year compared to larger parties you've thrown in the past

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he could just tell from watching you at your birthday last year, a huge celebration with practically everyone from in town and the towns neighboring yours, all laughing and dancing and drinking in celebration of you; he could see that you were enjoying yourself for the most part, that you were happy to have so many people show up and show out for you!!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but your social battery was draining fast </3 everyone wanted their 5 seconds of fame with the birthday girl that night and by the end of it all, you were exhausted :( you'd spent most of your special day ensuring everyone got their opportunity to make you feel special instead of just actually feeling special on your special day !!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and that just wasn't going to fly for sebastian this year ! he's going to make sure you're having a ball the entirety of your birthday even if its the last thing he ever does!!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 sam absolutely suggests a drinking game for all of you to play with one another to get the party going LOL

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and for whatever reason birthday luck is not on your side; you've had to take 4 shots back to back to back to back on your last 3 turns, and you're definitely feeling the effects of your loserdom right now 😭

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 seb's certainly not complaining <3 loves how clingy and giggly you get after drinking a little more than you can handle, and its simply just too stinking cute to him watching you sway in your place as you try to keep balance enough to play any of the other games he's got set up for you

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 revels in the way he has to stand behind you, one hand gripping your at the waist and the other guiding your hand to be able to finally land a dart on the dart board... you're just bubbling with laughter the entire time, swaying softly in his arms as he works both to keep you steady and not pop a boner in front of your entire friend group LMFAO

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you and the whole gang open up the gifts your friends got for you together, along with some of the gifts sebastian got for you as well <3

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 some of the gifts seb got for you just aren’t … appropriate for you to open in front of the rest of the group LOLOL <3

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you’re just beaming the entire time your little getty is going on, so excited to be surrounded by your closest friends and the best boyfriend in the world <3

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 sebastian really put forth the effort to ensure that your birthday was perfect for you, getting with sam and maru and abby to be 100% positive he didn’t miss anything you might have mentioned to them but forgot to mention to him !!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 it’s really sweet , and especially surprising to unwrap gifts from a special interest of yours you haven’t really discussed too much with him, per say but with maru or abby instead !! like perhaps something a little more girly like a make up pallet you’ve talked about with abby a few times, or a figurine from a show you’re watching and have common interest with maru !! he makes sure to cover all his bases with his gifts to you, i kinda hc that listening and showing up with gifts or acts of service is one of his love languages since sebby can be a lil shy or awkward with his words sometimes <//3

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 especially in front of other people, he’s practically as red as the strawberries you grow on your farm in the face the entire night because you’re just gushing to him about how excited and happy and thankful you are that he pays attention to you so well <3 he’s your rock and your person, he prides himself on knowing you so well !!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and after everyone has made their way out, obviously you’re too shit faced to make it home even with sebastian’s help so you spend the night at his place, duh! and he lets you open the rest of your, not so safe for work gifts once it’s just the two of you alone

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and drunk you is more than happy to oblige your sebby when he asks for you to put on a lil show for him with all your new goodies, as a reward for all his hard work on making your birthday the best one yet <3

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Gojo Satoru (W/C: 512)

He was on a spree, making deals left and right. He sold a lot of high end cards and even bought many for his collection. He collected the rare, expensive cards, both vintage and the newest chase cards, all arranged in order of release. He pulled half of them himself, giving him a nice heap of inventory for card shows thanks to his seemingly bottomless bank account.

Imagine his surprise when you come strolling in, on your own, too. You looked at his display, shyly clutching your binder. You seemingly find something you like and he sees which card you looked at. 'Of course you'd like that one,' he chuckles to himself under his breath.

Your gaze goes from the card you were eyeing, to meeting his. When you looked up and realized he was already looking at you, you turned away awkwardly but took it as a sign to open.

"How much is this one right here" you ask, pointing to the card

He grins a smile so warm that it's welcoming, "The (F/P)? That particular card isn't one of the top chases of its series but I don't see many of it around today"

You nod in agreement, watching him take it out of the case and handing it to you for inspection. He looks up prices on his phone before confirming

"This one goes for twelve dollars most recently," he says, giving the estimated price and you're ready to accept and dig around in your bag for the wallet before he continues,

"But for you... maybe it could be on the house, in exchange for a date?"

He smirks, the way he offers was so suave it made you giggle. You're nerves were melted away by now as you placed the card down while you pretended to consider it

"Am I paying? Because my budget on this whole transaction really is just twelve dollars" You banter back

He laughs, "Of course not, just bring your pretty self, your presence alone is priceless to me"

Smooth

You chuckle and decide to take it, not wanting to hold up the other collectors looking through his inventory who were ready to make deals of their own. You hold out your hand for him to shake, to which he grasps firmly but not too hard, "Deal"

You pull out your phone and let him input his number, you text it so he could save yours on his phone.

You smile at him. "One of the firsts transactions I could afford today," you joke, he laughs and you take your card, giving him a quick goodbye as the next person starts inquiring about another card.

You left with plans to see him again before you finished your time at the card show, you didn't bring too much money so you weren't planning on staying long or spending much. That was before your phone dinged and you opened it to see a cash transaction through your phone number, a thousand dollars.

You chuckle in disbelief, shaking your head with a smile on your face.

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Kozume Kenma (W/C: 686)

The stream was lively as always, donations for cards to give to kids were coming in and he had given away many full arts and slabs thanks to people. He was also able to restock some of the more popular selling cards because of it.

He was not the biggest fan of too many social interactions, but being a livestreamer improved his social skills and it was much easier to interact with people through a similar interests. The only reason he was able to bond with so many was because it was over pokemon card transactions. Many people were stopping by because he knew what sold and had a great deal of luck pulling cards lately.

You were one of the people who stopped by, politely looking over the cards. You didn't make as much conversation as the others which was a relief because he had been chatting with people all day. It was around lunch time, the amount of people in the hall taking a dip.

"May I see this one?" You asked, pointing at an EX card. He mostly had full arts on display and those were the ones being taken so that specific one has been sitting there for a while.

He takes it out and hands it to you, curious enough to ask, "You doing a master set or something?"

A smile grows on your face and you nod, taking the binder you held between your arm and your side, opening it. You already had many full arts of the pokemon, needing a few reverse holos and EXs left.

You explained which ones you needed and he listened intently, glad to not have as many people around so he had the time to not rush.

He dug in his bulk for some reverse holos you needed, even including the EX in the pile. He slides it to you over the table, stopping you from paying by covering his QR code.

"You can have it, they're not very expensive"

You insist, shaking your head, "It's alright, some of these are rising in value recently, even if only a few bucks, it adds up, y'know"

He didn't know what possessed him to ask, but something felt less daunting with you. He cooly says back, "How 'bout you give me your number in exchange instead. If you want to, of course"

That caught you off guard but you smile anyway, the deal seeming really good. You knew who he was, he was a rich and famous streamer. Not that that was a reason you accepted, but the fact that someone you recognized to not be very sociable was asking for your number. He didn't seem like someone above you, even as a famous figure, he talked to you very casually.

That's why it was easy to accept, taking his phone to type it in. As you did, he checked his steam on another device because of course he had more than one. He saw the chat going crazy, watching the whole interaction.

'Omg not him pulling live on stream'

'Didn't know kodzuken had game like that'

'pulling more than just cards 😝😝😝'

'lucky pull'

'no way he just did that'

'me next me next'

He chuckles to himself, eyes fast enough to catch those in between the spam of emotes.You give him back his phone and he shakes your hand, sealing the deal.

He leans forward slightly, giving you all the butterflies.

"I'll shoot you a text if I get anymore (F/P) in." He says, and you swore he just winked at you. Your face heats up and you nod, his chat going crazy from how smoothly he said that, without even seeing his wink due to his long hair. He wondered how much crazier everyone would get if they saw.

You went on your way and he watched as a few people gifted subs to fund the start of the collection of pokemon he was planning to help you with.

Bonus you come back with lunch for him on the second day because you watched the vod and realize he doesn't take lunch breaks.

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Sebastian (W/C: 587)

This was his third card show in this venue, he didn't come to the city all that much but he did like going to some conventions. He was a vendor at a few of them, lucky enough to start his trading and selling in the pokemon market alongside his programming job.

He was having fun meeting people until one person caught his eye. You. You were on your own, hopping from vendor table to vendor table. You zoomed around so fast, checking displays. You also made very fast deals, which he noticed because you spent so little time around the booths and walked really fast.

You were like a bee, buzzing from flower to flower.

You eventually reached his booth, looking at the display. You very quickly scanned through it before you saw one you wanted. You pointed at it, calling his attention before realizing you already had it.

"This one please, do you take trades?" You asked with a tone very sure of yourself. You knew what you wanted and that definitely attracted him.

He nods, taking the slab out and showing you. It was a PSA 10, making it higher value. It wasn't one of those thousand dollar cards but the grade made it worth quite a lot. You went through what he assumed was your trading binder.

"Do you have any Charjabugs? My sister likes them but no one really keeps them around"

His eyes light up, "As a matter of fact, I do. I have the AR and many bulks of it. I have a section of them when I tried arranging my bulk"

You laugh at the thought, "Ho'd that work out?"

He was counting the Charjabugs he had available as he replied, "I got to C"

You leaned closer, watching him go through the cards, "Well lucky for me"

You take out a couple well priced cards from your binder, offering to him as a trade. You knew it wouldn't cover it all though.

"How much should I pay in cash? I know this slab is pretty expensive and that, along with the Charjabugs might be more than these"

He takes the cards alone, holding his hand out to shake, "This is fine, if you really want, you could pay back the cash amount if you take me out to lunch?"

His attempt at flirting made him facepalm mentally. He's never really socialised in this way aside from the few people who stopped to admire his motorcycle when he visited the city. Still he had to try, even if it was a clumsy attempt.

It was such a sudden statement, it stunned you for a moment which was rare. This made him a little nervous, mind racing in the beat of silence.

"Unless you have a boyfriend or you don't wanna, if so you can just take the cards and spare me from embarrassment" He chuckled, awkwardly trying to save the interaction with a joke.

You snap out of it, his nerves making you feel less awkward and more humorous in comparison.

"It's alright, I was just caught off guard. I will indeed take you out to lunch" You say playfully

You take his hand and shake it, holding it then in your non dominant hand as you grabbed the marker on the side of the table. You roll up his sleeve and write your number down on his arm

With a smirk, you take the slab and the cards you got from him, giving him a wink before zooming away.

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A/N: I did the top two winners plus Sebastian cuz I do what I want. Anyway I hope y'all enjoyed. Thanks for reading!

Tag: @ynniksslirg

ㅤ ✿ ܃ While your work increases with the farm during the spring, so does his want, and yearning for your touch. He’d insist on cuddling after your shower, wanting to spoon you, and wrap you in your shared quilt.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ As mentioned earlier, Elliott loves to cuddle with you in bed. He’ll press his nose against your soft, sweet smelling hair, twirl the strands, and squeeze your hand till it gets all clammy.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Even when the two of you are already married, he’d still ask the obvious “would you come with me to the Flower Dance this year?” He’d even give you the pleading look as if “no” was an option. When you say “yes”, in an instant, he’d start preparing the grandest bouquet of flowers just for this occasion. He’ll wow at the dress/suit you’d be wearing; his eyes practically heart-eyes at your striking beauty.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ He likes to make the warm season warmer with you in the couch, laughing, and tickling your sensitive sides under the covers. He appreciates, and savours the touch of your skin, and your company the most when you’re busy.

ㅤㅤ⊹ ִ ׄ ׄ 𓈒 summer 𓂃

ㅤ ✿ ܃ The time of the year where Elliott loves to have beach dates with you. He likes to pick out your swimsuit, and loves to match summer outfits with you. He thinks stripes, straw hats with satin ribbons, polka dotted tops, and a soft colour palette would look cute on you.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Elliott invites you to eat fresh fruits, hearty sandwiches, and dessert with you at the beach. He’ll spoon feed you, cooing at your sweet face, and teasing the way you chew. Sometimes, he’ll purposely smear crumbs or frosting or jam on your face just to lick it after. He’ll hug you then, smiling while pressing chaste kisses on your head.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ He enjoys doing chores with you, especially washing the dishes, and blowing bubbles into your face. He’d laugh after ruffling your hair. Then he’ll take a bath with you, washing, and scrubbing your back then lathering your soaked tresses.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Elliott loves taking you out to the Moonlight Jellies event. He’ll let your head rest on his shoulder as the two of you watch the shore glisten, and sparkle as the migrating jellyfish appear. He’ll even tease you, saying he thought you were one of the jellyfishes , glowing below the ocean level.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Elliott also likes to collect seashells with you during your little beach dates with him. Then he’ll make them into matching necklaces, clasping them around your neck after. Elliott appreciates, and savours the gift of being with you in the hot summers, most especially the chilly, summer nights where the both of you could count the stars, and share a kiss under a waning moonlight.

ㅤㅤ⊹ ִ ׄ ׄ 𓈒 fall 𓂃

ㅤ ✿ ܃ It was another busy season for a farmer. Elliott would voluntarily leave his workplace, letting his journal dust away while he helps you out with the farming. He’ll provide you souvenirs for your hard work, massaging your back while he whispers sweet nothings, and words of encouragement into your ears.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Elliott loves apple picking with you, and trying all sorts of new, unheard of apple recipes after. The two of you would explore the endless pages of your shared cookbook that the two of you plan to be your future, family heirloom.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Like both your interest in exploring the endless sea of recipes, you two also liked to explore, and navigate a corn maze. However, Elliott wasn’t the most intelligent when it comes to wide, and extreme labyrinths… so the two of you would always end up being stuck, and facing dead end after dead end.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ For some reason, fall is always the season where Elliott picks up different kinds of hobbies. He’ll learn knitting, crocheting, painting, and even glassblowing. With all of these new things he learnt how to do, he’ll share his newfound wisdom with you when you have time, and make you something sweet with it. Elliott appreciates, and savours the times when the two of you learn something new, and craft something heartfelt, and special with it.

ㅤㅤ⊹ ִ ׄ ׄ 𓈒 winter 𓂃

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Elliott’s second favourite season to spend time with you. Well, it is certainly the month of your rest, and your much-needed break, it’s also the month of Elliott clinging to you the most. Whenever the two of you would go out, he’d stuff you up with a thousand scarves, dress you with two different earmuffs, and thick, layered winter gloves. He really cares for your wellbeing, and won’t let you go out without proper winter attire.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Elliott’s crocheting, and knitting hobby became really useful for this time of the year. So he made another, thicker, and colourful quilt for the two of you to share. The moment he finished making it, he couldn’t help but make you a sweater next. He laughed at the absurdity of you wearing an ugly sweater. When he’s finished with the last stitches, he’ll make you wear it then tease you, and boop your nose after.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Elliott loves to have hot chocolate with you during this time of month. He’ll smile at you blowing your hot treat then go outside to have a silly snowball fight together. He was always gentle, and weak with his throws though, as if he didn’t want to hurt you. And when he does accidentally hit you, he’ll rush to you as if he was experiencing a crime scene for the first time, wide eyed, and scared for your health. Then it reveals you were just teasing him.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ For the first time, Elliott participates in the Festival of Ice, and carved an ice sculpture of you. You were his greatest muse in everything; he’ll never get tired of making you the centre of every creative genre in art. The way he carved you in ice made it seemed like he was a time traveller from the Renaissance period. And since you were free most of the time now, his ideas, and poem prompts thrived. His notebook of love ballads, sonnets, limericks, and of course, free verses was pretty much finished before the end of the year.

ㅤ ✿ ܃ Then when the moon rises, the sky darkens, and it gets chillier in your shared bedroom, the two of you would go under the new quilt Elliott had made, and watch the stars gleam outside the arched window. Elliott would then tell you stories while the two of you stargazed, then move on to show you that he could see constellations form your wonderful visage. When you take a glance at him, his face is a bright red. Elliott appreciates, and savours the coldest time of the year the most when you’re near; the cold month where he’ll embrace your proximity with him, and make you his first, and last, greatest muse.

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out of all the bachelors (that I write for), I think he would take the longest time to warm up to

if you become friends with Sam or Abigail first, it'll definitely help him warm up to you faster

after y'all finally start dating (you probs had to ask him), he's still pretty shy around you

he doesn't have a lot of dating experience (if any at all), so he's very unsure of how to go about things

after getting to know each other more though, he finally starts to relax more around you

in general, I think homeboy is very reserved

so, I think when it comes to initiating physical touch, telling you what's wrong, etc etc, it can take him a long time to actually get around to doing those things

you always reassure him through everything though and make sure he knows that you're there to support, learn, and grow with him no matter what :)

after like a year of dating, y'all are basically perfect

you know the in's and out's of the other person

homeboy is a BIG cuddler

I think the way he shows physical affection is probably quality time

I can just see him wanting to share your space, even if you two aren't necessarily doing anything together

Like, just do your own thing while he games, or come join him!

when you two live together, I think things are kinda bumpy at first as you adjust to having someone else in your space all the time

probs leads to a few arguments, but nothing some good ol communication can't fix

when it comes to going to bed, homie stays up rather late, so if you don't, you banish him to the abyss (the living room) if he needs to do something with light or sound (if that'll keep you up, that is)

if you're also a night owl, you two are two peas in a pod

y'all will curl up and watch a movie, talk, play games, you name it

nighttime is always his fav time to spend with you bc you aren't busy doing farm work

I think his fav cuddling position is spooning, but where you spoon him 🥺 he just wants to be held man 🥺

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falls in love with you SO FAST

dude was smitten with you as soon as he saw you tbh

he's just such a simpy loverboy, he ca't help himself

gives you gifts probs just as much as you give him gifts

matter of fact, that's probs his love language right there

OMG loves writing short lil verses for you 🥺 (definitely is WAY too shy to read or preform them to you at first, but maybe once you two start dating he shows them to you and you literally SWOON)

probs asks you out at least three times a week and you always think it's a joke (aww and maybe at one point he stops asking and you're kinda bummed cause you thought it was really cute but when you mention it to Abigail or Sebastian they're like ??? he wasn't kidding and you're like GHOSRIGHR SAM BABE PLS COME BACK omg the potential angst I'm-)

when you two are officially together, he is not quiet about it

bro basically makes a public announcement that y'all are madly in love (he's so embarrassing pls)

even before you started dating, he's very touchy with you

in general, I think he's a touchy kinda guy, but especially with you

always has his hands on you, always wants you close to him, always always always

similar to Sebastian, I think he's also a night owl, so if you are too, he's just like :) let's! watch! a! bunch! of! movies! :) (and then falls asleep during like the second one lmao)

also a big gamer, so he'd piss himself if you offer to game with him

fav cuddling position is probs spooning where he gets to hold you as close to him as he likes :) (which is as close as humanly possible)

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I think Elliott is super polite and friendly to you, but nothing more

so, it's you pursuing him, I think

he probs doesn't even realize that you're flirting with him and trying to rizz him up for the longest time LMAO

he's always very flattered and honestly a little flustered anytime you give him gifts, compliment him, etc.

will die ON THE SPOT if you write a poem for him (even if it's bad. it's the thought that counts <3)

when he starts to take romantic interest in you, expect a LOT of poems, actually

in general, anytime he speaks to you it's all very flowery and beautiful (and sometimes you don't even really know what he's saying bc it'll be old english, but you know it's romantic nonetheless)

"Thou art wise as thou art beautiful." and "Mine eye is enthrallèd to thy shape." and the probs the most romantic one by far that he said once you two started officially dating, "You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read."

treats you like royalty, on god

he's such a hopeless romantic, so he does the whole nine yards of flowers, candies, poems, love letters/notes, thoughtful gifts, you name it

he's enraptured by you and wants you by his side for all eternity

in general, I think his love language is probably words of affirmation

he tends to go on poetic tangents about your beauty (and just you in general) quite often

he's a simp, your honor

as for sleepy time, I think he's an old man that goes to bed at the latest 10 pm and wakes up earliest 7 am. This, of course, is if he isn't struck by creative genius and has to write until 6 am to get everything he needs out

awe, it's cute because if you're out and about trying to finish some farming stuff, by like 2 am he's waking up bc he's like :( where are you :( the bed is cold :(( come back :((( and is all worried about you bc "it's late." But the second he does it and you're like babe wha- he's like "No talk. Must write." and that's the end of the conversation LMAO

fav position to cuddle is the one where he's laying on his back and you're on your side with your head on his chest/shoulder/neck. He LOVES LOVES LOVES rubbing your back and/or playing with your hair as y'all fall asleep

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is not shy about how he feels about you

compliments you EVERY SINGLE TIME he sees you without fail

he loves how flustered you get when he does it

is definitely the type to be able to dish it out but can't take it

WILL turn into a tomato ON SIGHT if you compliment his muscles or tell him he looks strong

he probs asks you out on a date rather shortly after meeting you and does his best to rizz you up

I think in his head he's this big, tough, macho guy with these big muscles and words made of satin, but in reality I think that while he is strong, he's such a dork (in the best way possible)

like, on your first date, he's probs like "yeah ima charm the pants off of them!" and then he sees you and literally can't stop stuttering and tripping over his own words because of how beautiful you are

bro is COMMITTED to you after that first date though

he's always asking to hang out to the point he even offers to help you out on the farm (which he ends up loving because he likes doing all the heavy lifting stuff, like moving bales of hay or chopped down trees)

bc of this, I think his love language is acts of service bc he knows that it's something he's good at

you need help around the farm? He's got you, babe. You need something from that top shelf? Easy, babe. Oh no! That one place is closing soon and you forgot to run that errand? He can get there in no time, babe. Had a long day and just need to relax? He's ready to give you a massage and run a bath for you. Whatever you need

he's definitely big on physical touch and I think his favorite way of greeting you is to sneak up behind you and hug you from behind

he loves feeling you jump in surprise before relaxing into him

I like to think he's on a very strict regime where he, of course, has to exercise and eat right, but I think he also is required to get at least eight hours of sleep every night

so, similar to Elliott, he's an old man and goes to bed early and wakes up early to start that daily grind 🤩💪

fav cuddling position is to have you lay on top of him, like full body just suffocating him

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