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buglovingbagel · 4 months

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How Stardew Valley villagers would react to you coming out as nonbinary!!

(Or trans, but I wrote it with nonbinary in mind, IM PROJECTING /lh)

All my favorite villagers, not just the bachelors, but I start with them. :3

Some of these were really hard to write for, especially with characters I don't know all that well 😭

THESE ARE ALL HEADCANNONS, PEOPLE. I'm aware not everything is super in character. I'm also aware I use he/him for Krobus despite headcannoning that he's genderless, pronouns ≠ gender

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Maru: You had blurted the knowledge to her once while you were both talking at a bench in town. While initially stunned, she hugged you and beamed since you trusted her with such information, overjoyed. Eventually, she offered to get Harvey to use your preferred pronouns and change how you're referred medical records.

Haley: Smile and nod strategy. She doesn't know what half the words you said meant, but after some explaining, she offered to take you clothes shopping in ZuZu city next time she went to get something you'd be more comfortable in. She even rifled through her own clothing collection and gave you anything you'd be comfortable in, snapping a photo to save the memory. If there's one thing this woman could do, it was fashion, and you've never felt more comfortable looking in the mirror after your shopping trip.

Emily: She admits that she already knew, vaguely. Something about spirits guiding her to the conclusion, but she appreciated that you told her yourself just as much either way. She offered to tailor your clothes to be more comfortable and was patient and kind when you declined. Whenever you were worried about your transition or got into your own head about it, she meditates with you, assuring you everything would be okay, and lord is she convincing.

Abigail: Her response is pretty much just "cool!" She rants about a game character who has the same identity, tacks on a thank you at the end of the conversation, and continues like normal. This changes nothing for her at all, she never found your gender significant, just knew that you were a close friend and nothing like your gender "changing" would change that, ever.

Leah: She had made a sculpture representing her experience with femininity and, after asking for your opinion on it, you came out to her, hoping it wouldn't change her view of her feedback. She seemed overjoyed about whatever you said of her sculpture, good or bad, absorbed into your response and hardly even addressing that you came out until after the in depth feedback. She was red in embarrassment, apologized, and thanked you for trusting her.

Penny: She holds your hand the moment she senses you're nervous and listens carefully. She eventually admits that she doesn't fully understand, but respects you either way, smiling reassuringly and using whatever pronouns or name you choose. She doesn't use them in front of Pam unless you explicitly say you've come out to Pam.

Sam: My poor boy. He couldn't smile and nod as well as Haley, visibly confused the whole time. He needed multiple explanations on some words and had multiple questions to ask, some of which may have come off ignorant if it wasn't sorta hilarious to hear. It took a long time of you both fiddling with things around his room while Sam asked and you answered any info he needed to understand. Afterwards, he seemed thankful and stoked the farmer had taught him something new, excited to understand you further.

Sebastian: He froze immediately. He had been in his room with you when you admitted it to him, unsure when else would be a good time, and the room was filled with awkward silence. Eventually, he just said "cool" and mentally kicked himself in the leg for being so damn quiet. You were visibly nervous, so he clarified before you left for the night that he fully accepted you and his silence was from his own awkwardness and worry, it had nothing to do with the farmer. He gave you a rare, drawn out hug before you were out the door.

Shane: You're both drunk (Shane more than you) at the saloon when you let it slip. Shane initially seemed surprised you'd tell him something that personal at all, and despite not admitting it, he's touched by getting to know you more. He doesn't drink any more that night, heading home early in a half-successful attempt to remember the conversation. It's one of the few things that makes him come to the realization you trust him, you're not just some surface level acquaintance.

Elliot: You tell him while you're both at the docks and he doesn't seem all that surprised. He gives you some inspiring, poetic advice out of fucking nowhere about how, no matter the identity, your body is a piece of art and is painted by you and you only. He kisses the back of your hand after you two are done talking and later, in his cabin, he changes your dead name and old pronouns to whatever you had chosen as your new title in any poems he included you in.

Alex: ... homophobia in his eyes /j

Alex doesn't understand. He tries to, but he has a hard time wrapping his head around what causes someone to feel a different gender than the one assigned at birth. He respects you anyways and respects your pronouns, occasionally asking a question you've heard about a hundred times in ZuZu city, some of which making you laugh (he lights up in embarrassment every time you do.) Eventually, he decides he doesn't need to understand everything to still love and respect you. After enough time, he has no more questions left to ask, and he feels closer to the farmer.

Harvey: He's surprised at first, but is happy you told him. He changes how you're referred to in your medical records from now on and finds no problem using your new name and pronouns. Every now and then, during check ups, he asks you whether or not you'd be interested in anything that could help you medically transition, and has the same reaction whether you accept or decline. He just doesn't want you to be too nervous to ask him, and he knows a trustworthy doctor out in ZuZu city. He offers you a contact to an online therapist when you complain about gender dysphoria as well as his own undying support.

That's all the bachelors :3

Masterlist of other villagers included: Clint, Dwarf, Jas and Vincent, Krobus, Linus, Pam, Willy, Wizard.

Clint: You tell him while you're both at the saloon. He pretty much just says "oh, okay", and moves on. He respects your pronouns, and also googles "not-offensive trans joke" about a hundred times on Google to tell silly dad jokes later. (The search history is 100% funnier than the jokes.)

Dwarf: Silly guy. While purchasing bombs from him, you let him know you're changing how you wanna be referred to. The dwarf shrugs and gives you your bombs and you both complain about humans unwillingness to understand those that aren't exactly like them. Turns out gender in the monster world is far less complicated and they just do whatever the fuck they want; another rift between monsters and humans that ends up drawing you and the dwarf closer.

Jas and Vincent: Jas is very kind and Vincent is a little shit. Penny had said it may be a good idea to tell both kids at once to refer to the farmer differently with Penny supervising, so that's exactly what they did. Jas smiled and said "okay!" before returning to whatever she was doing before, referring to the farmer how you wanted her to (she occasionally slips up, but she's trying and that's what counts.) Vincent is confused how that even works. He asks you how you figured it out, what happened to make you change, how you can be born as one thing and be another, etc. Some of his questions are hard to answer, simply sounding silly. Eventually, Vincent shrugs and goes "that makes sense," even though he forgets any knowledge he gained within the week.

Krobus: Krobus doesn't really care. He's already genderless, he understands anything you have to say about it and accepts it gracefully. He's unphased, does business as usual, and when you two are closer, asks if humans react poorly when you tell them. You explain the diversity of human interactions and Krobus absorbs the information, gives his condolences, and gripes that humans are too quick to jump to hatred sometimes.

Linus: Somehow, the man knows what everything you said meant despite not having wifi and hardly ever talking to anyone. He's chill as fuck and you share a meal or foraged berries and fish cooked over a fire while you tell him, and he encourages you to share experiences, tell stories by the fire about how it's affected your life. You go home feeling lighter. (I LOVE LINUS!!!!)

Pam: Once again, you're telling someone about it in the saloon. You had just gifted her a beer while you told her that you'd be going by a different title. She seemed mildly annoyed, if anything. Of course, she didn't disagree, but she sighed into her drink, admitting she's gonna forget it every now and then. You assure her it's alright as long as she tries and that you'll remind her, and her annoyance leaves her. She stops referring to you as her "guy/gal" and refers to you as "buddy", continuing to clink your drinks together every time you buy her one and chug as if it were a competition.

Willy: This poor man. You tell him while you're both fishing on the dock and he nods slowly, mulling over the information in his mind. Carefully, he asks, "like a clown fish?" It catches you off guard and draws a laugh out of you before you clarify that no, no your gender is not like a clown fish. You have to help him understand most of what you said and his brows furrowed while taking in the info. You two stopped talking whenever one had to reel in a fish so that you both could focus. He gives you the nickname "snook", and after looking it up, a snook is a fish with no clear gender and known for being tough. (I love him so much 😢😢)

Wizard: Wizard, much like Emily, tells you he knows. Apparently, there's even a spell for things like this, and he immediately offers to perform it for you. He had automatically assumed you'd say yes, explaining that it changes your body to be whatever gender who align with. If you say yes, he provides it for you expecting nothing in return, claiming that magic should help people and if you end up more comfortable, then he's fulfilling his duty as a friend. If you decline, he's surprised, immediately asking "why not?" You explain that you're already comfortable in your body, you don't feel the need to physically transition to align with your mind because you already love your body and mind. Slowly, he nods, and apologized for coming off too strong. He empties his cauldron, though he's a bit upset he's dug himself a hole having to waste materials, and sends you something small in the mail the next day as a better apology.

LESSGOOOOO. I love Pam, wizard, Willy, and Linus, I do NOT care. Anyone I couldn't really think of anything for I didn't write, but I tried my best to include all the bachelors. You can probably tell in some of them that I struggled. I have favorites. 🤭

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buglovingbagel · 4 months

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😭 sorry for invading your ask box again but how about an angsty hanahaki imagine with harvey and a transmasc (preset D) farmer?

I'm sorry for taking so long, my dear singular reader. 😭 Never apologize, I love that you were happy enough to come back for another!!!! I took a itty bitty break, got sad, but now IM BACK! It'll probably be shorter, I'm not feeling the most inspired rn.

I'm not great at hanahaki writing, haven't done it since middle school, but I'll try.

Also, I didn't know if you wanted good ending or bad ending, so I just went with good??? 😭

Generic TWs for a hanahaki story.

Harvey had hardly ever found the need to use his practices on himself. Sure, sometimes he'd catch the common cold or need a bandaid, but the doctor was one of the healthiest men in the valley. It was incredibly rare to see Harvey off of his schedule or staying in bed sick.

Which is why Harvey was highly confused why he felt so sick at the moment, sitting on the bathroom tile with a killer itch in his throat. Just last week, he had come down with an absolutely killer cough, and after taking some Tylenol and going to sleep a little early, he expected it to go away on its own. Subverting expectations, it did not. In fact, it only seemed to get worse, and this cough seemed to be out to embarrass the man.

Despite his cough being calm for most of the first day, it was when the farmer had come in for a checkup and their hands had brushed together that Harvey immediately had to cough into his sleeve, apologizing afterwards. Again and again, his cough acted up specifically in front of the farmer, itching pain clawing up his throat as if trying to reach the farmer. And of course, Harvey thought positively. He was sure that this was because of nervousness.

The farmer was, for lack of a better word, perfect. He was handsome, hardworking, and seemed to always know what Harvey needed to have a good day. He'd stop by to give him coffee and brought truffle oil after hearing from someone else say it was one of Harveys favorite things. Kindness was not uncommon in the valley, but the farmer, he truly seemed to exceed everyone else in Harveys eyes.

Not once did he ever voice those thoughts. The blush that dusted only Harveys cheeks when they talked, not the farmers, was enough to tell Harvey that those feelings were likely not mutual. Harvey wouldn't call it love, maybe just.. a crush. (It was far more than that.)

So now, a year after the farmer had moved in, Harvey is hacking in front of a toilet bowl after feeling something come up his throat at a cough. He looked a mess, having floundered to the bathroom in his pajamas, assuming he had to throw up. Dry heaving and gasping coughs filled the air while Harvey screwed his eyes shut at the discomfort, gagging when a small amount of iron tasting liquid and something remotely solid fell into the toilet bowl.

Harvey had nothing but fear in his eyes when he saw a flower petal and blood in the porcelain bowl. It didn't take a genius to realize what was happening, just a doctor. He spent about thirty minutes trying to convince himself he was dreaming, tears in his eyes.

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Harvey felt a bit bad laying more of his work onto Maru, but he felt nothing except for hopelessness lately. He carried around a white cloth in his shirt pocket specifically to cough into so that blood wouldn't stain his sleeves. A week after his little coughing fit in the bathroom, he's been coughing up petals every few days, absolutely raking through the internet for a solution other than surgery. A temporary fix that could ruin his lungs is not what he wanted, and plus, it's not something he can do himself.

The only person who has really seemed to notice the switch is Maru. Harvey is more reserved, more tired. His smile doesn't exactly reach his eyes, and he has stopped going to the saloon on Mondays and Wednesdays. He told her that he's fine, just a simple cold, but she caught a glimpse of him rummaging through the medicine cabinet on more than one occasion, looking for something specific that they clearly did not have.

The only person who seems to share these concerns is the Farmer, who actually mentioned it to her first. Despite bringing Harvey nearly double the coffee they usually did for him, the man still looked tired. "Maru?" The woman, clad in nurse attire, smiled at the farmer behind the counter. His brows were furrowed in worry. "Is Harvey.. okay? Is he sick or something?" He had leaned in and whispered as if it were a secret. Her smile almost immediately dropped, and after a pause, she whispered back. "I-I don't know. I think he is? But he won't tell me what's wrong." They shared concerns, things they had noticed this far, but both decided not to pry. It wasn't their place. Both of them were just friends with Harvey.

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Another week later, Harvey coughs up an entire flower this time around. It's the same color as the farmers eyes, as were the previous petals. He curls up into a ball and stares at the thing as if it had burned him, but surprisingly, he feels the need to keep it. He picks up the flower, keeping it in a small box on his dresser.

The internet had not helped in the slightest. Soothing teas had terrible reviews, medication did nothing but numb the throat, and unsurprisingly, home remedies did nothing. He had purchased some numbing spray to make it hurt less, but even that didn't stop the rasp that had entered his voice. Maru hardly properly smiled around him anymore, and every conversation ended with her gently asking him if he was really okay and whatever she could do to help.

Harvey, on his way back to the clinic from the saloon (Maru insisted he still go on Saturdays), fell into another embarrassing moment when the coughing hit him again, publically this time. It was well into night by now and Harvey was a bit tipsy, taking a knee to hopefully push away the nausea he was feeling. He didn't even notice footsteps behind him until the farmer came up behind him. "Harvey?" The man hesitantly put his hands under Harveys arms, trying to help pull him up from the ground. The farmer chuckled. Harveys chest flared in pain and he felt more tears easily spring to his eyes. "Had a bit too much to drink, hm?" Upon Harveys lack of a response, he properly tried to inspect the doctors face in the dark. "Harvey?- You look like you're gonna throw up-" *Harvey very much did, lips pulled into a thin line and adams apple bobbing when he gulped. He shook his head despite the very clear taste of blood and let the farmer guide him home.

As soon as they were inside, thanks to Harveys keys, the farmer lead him into his room. Harvey hardly muttered an "excuse me" before stumbling into the bathroom, leaving the farmer to stand in his bedroom. The farmers brow was once again creased in worry. This man was gonna give him grey hairs, at this rate. He tapped on his thigh, ignoring the sound of the toilet flushing before Harvey returned, looking a bit dazed. The farmer noticed a speckle of what looked like blood on Harveys collar and his eyes widened, but there was no need to stress the man out while drunk.

"Harvey." The farmers voice held sympathy and he guided the man to his bed. "Cmon, you should probably lay down. You're sick and drunk." Harvey batted at the farmers hand, but laid down anyways, taking off his overcoat while on his side. "M not sick." The farmer sighed. "Of course not." As if comically timed, Harvey coughed again. The quiver it caused in his hands made it even harder to unbutton the white button up he was wearing under his jacket.

Wordlessly, the farmer helped him with his clothes. Harveys chest quieted just a bit and he found himself breathing a little easier when the farmers hand met his own. His shirt and pants laid on the floor next to the bed and Harvey was under his sheet. He expected the farmer to leave, but instead, the man sat on the ground, leaving his hand in Harveys. If Harvey wasn't so drunk, he'd see the red tint across the farmers cheeks. "Get some rest, darling. I just wanna make sure you're okay." Harveys heart swelled at the words, but he wouldn't remember it by morning.

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Surprisingly, this became a trend for the two. The farmer brought soup once, enough for himself, Maru, and Harvey to all have, and then insisted he stay the night when Harvey complained about having to open the clinic next morning. The farmer spent far more time with Harvey and got closer to him as a product of that. He helped around the clinic, but also helped Harvey take care of himself. Harvey had no idea how the man insisted on being so perfect when, really, Harvey didn't deserve it.

It was a month after his condition began that the farmer had found a bloody flower petal Harvey had missed sitting behind the toilet. A month after his condition began that the farmer had to Google what that could possibly mean. A month after his condition began that he realized the man he had started to catch feelings for had feelings for someone else, and it was killing him.

While he left it alone at first, he was a ball of fucking nerves for the next day. And the day after that. And it only seemed to worsen. He sat on the edge of Harveys bed, excusing himself into the room after a hang out. The air was tense, as if this was some sort of intervention, and Harvey seemed surprised when he saw him. "Oh, farmer. Do you need-" The farmers voice shook, interrupting Harvey. "Who do you like?" Harvey blinked in surprise, confused. "I'm sorry?" The farmer looked a little bit betrayed. It seemed like Harvey was just going to hide his sickness until he died. The rasp in that man's voice suddenly felt much more deafening. Realizing how much danger Harvey was in made their feelings stronger. "You love somebody." He didn't say it like it was a happy thing. Harvey felt very disturbed, continuing to stand near the doorway. "I'm not sure what you mean, farmer." He huffed in annoyance. "You have hanahaki disease," he pronounced it wrong, having only read the word, but Harveys blood froze all the same, "and you're hiding it from us."

The farmer teared up, Harveys silence being enough of an answer. "Who is it? Who do you like?" The farmer was suddenly up, walking across the room and holding Harveys shoulder. "I'll- I can help you. Whoever it is, I'll make sure you two end up-" His voice got a little choked up, to Harveys surprise. "I can't watch you die." The doctor, unsure what to say, opened his mouth to speak. Not a word came out. After a couple more seconds of silence, he started coughing again, continuing to cough until he had to take a knee.

The farmer joined him on the floor, hand on his back. He waited until the coughing died down to keep talking. "This is what I mean. Seeing you in pain- That's enough on its own. But knowing your dying?" The words were harsh. Harvey didn't know what to say. "Please tell me, Harv. I'm begging you, I-" Harvey groaned. "Stop. Please." The farmers brow furrowed in an unreadable expression.

"No." The farmer, who'd almost always did what others asked and went above and beyond not to push boundaries, was the last person he'd expect to respond that way. It sounded harsh. "You can't just shut me out, Harvey. Tell me who it is." They seemed incredibly determined. Their words would be reassuring in any other setting. "I'm not leaving you, ever. There's not one name you can say right now that would make me turn my back on you." His heart swelled once again, but he knows it's not true. The farmer would leave if he knew. "Bullshit."

The farmer and Harvey continued to argue over the man's privacy. Harvey has never seen the farmer be so pushy. Both of them seemed to get more and more annoyed, and if was truly out of character for the both of them. The situation was simply too dire to walk on eggshells. Both were standing at this point, raising their voices just a bit, and Harveys still seemed quiet at his raised volume.

"Maybe it would be better if you turned away!" The farmer seemed appalled. "Stop it, I would never!-" Harveys voice cracked beyond what it normally did and a tear fell down his face. "I love you!" Harvey sniffled, trying hard not to sob right then and there. The farmer seemed stunned. "I love you, you fucking idiot." *His shoulders shook while he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, unable to leave look at the farmer while he heard the floorboards creek under the other mans work boots.

Wordlessly, the farmer held each of Harveys wrists, pulling them away from his face, and kissed him. The farmers lips were slightly chapped from being out in the cold for so long on the farm, but just as amazing as Harvey imagined. His eyes were closed, but Harvey couldn't bring himself to, completely shocked. The farmer pushed towards him, holding the kiss for multiple moments and moving his hands to hold Harvey by the shirt instead, and then finally pulled away. There was a long silence between them. The itch is Harveys throat, for once, was bearable. And with the ghost of the farmers lips on his, he didn't register the pain at all.

"You fucking idiot." The farmer wetly laughed, as if both relieved and shaken. "You could've-" guilt hit the man in the chest. "You could've told me earlier." Harvey joined his laughter, halfway between a chuckle and a sob while more tears swelled and travelled down his face.

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Not proud of this, tbh 😭 but I also didn't expect to be, I'm not great at writing Hanahaki shit and, tbfr, never have been. I hope you liked it either way!!! :]] This is most definitely not my best work, really off my game tonight, but I'm not inspired enough to redo it 😭 or even to properly proofread it.

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buglovingbagel · 4 months

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Quick question for the imagines community:

Edit: well aren't y'all just the most helpful people in the world .. /t

#imagines #imagine #fanfiction #writer #writers tips #tips #please 😭

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buglovingbagel · 4 months

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hii im not sure if you accept imagine requests through the askbox, but can I get a Harvey with a (preset D) transmasc farmer, who's dyshoric?

My ask box is most DEFINITELY open! And omg, I love writing about transmasc farmer. Thank you for being my first ever request! :]]

Hope you don't mind if it's in third person, I can change to second in the future if people like it better but I find third much easier.

Can be read as platonic or romantic up until the end! If you'd rather platonic, ignore the last paragraph (nothing crazy, it just implies a relationship). <3 Harvey + transmasc farmer.

TW, maybe possible medical trauma?? And also a bit of self destructive behavior, mentions of past transphobia

Summers on the farm were always difficult. Adjusting to all the manual labor compared to an office job was already a huge struggle, but to do it all with the hot sun beating down on him was about a hundred times worse. For the two years the farmer has lived here, he simply wore a tank top and a baggy t-shirt instead of an actual binder, unable to handle the strain of the work, the heat, and the tight fabric around their chest.

This summer was different. No matter what the farmer did, without a binder, he felt like his chest was far too obvious in any of the clothes he had that were fit for this weather. He spent more time inside, alone, away from the people in town whether or not they were his friends. They had to make the most of the season, since it was the only time they could grow starfruit, and yet he found himself unable to get out of bed until ten some days, chest stiff and sore from the day before.

His eyes looked tired on his way to town, holding a basket of starfruit under each arm. He was carefully and slowly walking his way to Pierres, taking in the sights of the season along the way. It was less than a ten minute walk under usual conditions, but with his lower stamina, it took nearly fifteen minutes to reach Pierres door, walking in and thanking Yoba for the cold air that hits their skin.

Pierre immediately waved hello, enthusiastically greeting the farmer. "Y/N!" The mans overly friendly voice filled the air. "Nice to see you this morning. It's quite hot out," the farmer sighed before he even finished, "could I interest you in some sunscreen? On sale, just for you." The farmer knows well that he says that to everyone. This man would never stop selling out if his life depended on it. "Nice to see you too." He didn't bother to address the blatant advertisement, dropping both baskets onto the counter and taking as big of a breath as he could manage without the extra weight.

Pierre seemed surprised, both at what he was selling and the sheer amount being brought to his store. The man bartered with Y/N, eventually settling on a perfectly average price with the reasoning that Pierre would still need to be able to make a profit off of this. Pierre grinned, moving both baskets behind the counter and ringing up the gold he owed the farmer. As soon as the exchange was over, he was out the door, scowling a bit on accident from the familiar sharp pain that jolted through their ribs on the way out.

He hissed in pain outside the door, carefully starting to walk back home. Not even a few steps in, he felt the pain again, worse this time to the point of stopping him in his tracks. "Fuck." Resting would be the best option right now, but he really didn't know what he would say if anyone asked what was wrong.

They put their hand against the wall for support, focusing on the wood grain in order to distract from any pain. His nails caught on a piece of chipping paint, glancing over at the white walls of the clinic. Harveys clinic. Harvey. It felt incredibly obvious now that he thought about it, scolding himself in his head whilst walking through the door.

The clinic was empty, save for the sound of rustling papers from the back room. "Harvey?" He nearly winced at how winded he sounded, stepping further into the clinic. Harveys shoes clicked against the tile when he rushed out, blinking in surprise to see Y/N there. "Oh, good morning!" Harvey smiled reassuringly, now stood behind the counter. "It's good to see you." Harvey and the farmer hadn't seen each other in days, due to Harvey being at work and the farmer shutting in.

The air turned awkward fast when the farmer didn't respond to him, as if expecting Harvey to just know what's wrong. He seemed concerned now, leaning across the counter just slightly as if getting a better look. "Are you okay?" He nodded, walking up to the door. "I just need, like.." He rejected any sort of eye contact, a bit ashamed to be here in the first place. "I need rest."

Harvey nodded, not in the slightest convinced that the farmer was just tired. "Of course, let me just-" He walked through the door behind the counter once again and within seconds, the door in front of the farmer was open. Harvey led him down the hallway, offering support by linking arms with the farmer. Once they had reached the nearest bed, he helped the farmer sit down.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't need some water or anything?" Harvey held a hand on the farmers should, reassuring for both of them. He nodded, still not looking Harvey directly in the eyes. He knew Harvey was only trying to help, do his job as both a doctor and a friend, but he still couldn't find it in himself to tell the truth. The idea that Harvey would do the same as doctors in ZuZu city, scold him and try to convince him not to wear a binder or present masculine at all, hung heavy in his mind despite knowing Harvey was a kind and accepting man.

Harvey did his best to keep his smile genuine, leaning in to hug the farmer. The farmer immediately melted into the affection, not having felt any sort of affection in multiple days.

Harvey scowled. You immediately recognized the trap as soon as Harveys fingers caught on the back of your binder through your shirt. It wasn't for affection; the doctor had guessed what was wrong and had to prove it before saying anything. Harvey sighed, placing one hand on the other mans lower back and the other up near his shoulder blades, not pulling away from the hug. "Y/N.." He sounded just slightly dissapointed, but mostly concerned. Immediately upon being found out, there was the familiar stinging of tears in his eyes. For some reason, he found it to be beyond embarrassing, even if Harvey already knew. "I'm sorry." He sounded resigned, still not hugging Harvey back and far more tense than before. "I know, there's no need to apologize." Harvey pulled off the farmer, smiling as reassuringly as he possibly could. "At least now I know."

Harvey moved over to a white, sterile dresser laying up against the wall, opening a single drawer. "You haven't done anything wrong, buddy, you just need to get better about your limits." He opened another drawer, humming when he found what he was looking for and removing a couple papers alongside a small bottle of over-the-counter painkillers. He walked back up to the farmer, putting the papers and medication next to him. "Could you please tell me how long you've had that on?"

The farmer hesitates, but Harvey is beyond patient. He understands this is probably uncomfortable. "About a day??" Harveys smile twitched downward just slightly. While the reaction was made out of sympathy, the farmer interpreted it as disgust. "Okay. You're probably experiencing some pain then, right?" You nodded even though the answer was extremely obvious. "The pain you're experiencing is most definitely from your ribs." Harvey cupped the farmers cheek. "That must be hard to deal with. Are you sure you're okay alone on the farm?" The kind gesture made the farmers eyes sting again, blinking away any possible tears. He was clearly vulnerable in this state. He didn't respond, not sure what to say, so Harvey filled the space. "I'll start coming by to check on you, if you'd like." The answer was far quicker that time, the farmer nodding in response. Usually, Harvey would ask someone close to Y/N to handle that task, but Harvey is aware he's the only one that knows the farmer is trans.

Harvey smiled in encouragement, motioning for the farmer to turn around. "Perfect. Just for now, we'll take this off and you can rest until you're ready to go home." Reluctantly, he agreed, turning around, face hot in embarrassment.

Thirty minutes later, the twos arms are interlocked once again, heading down the path back to the farmers house. Harvey didn't understand why the farmer insisted on wearing a binder; he looked just the same without it in his current outfit. But Harvey knew well he didn't need to fully understand to love and care for his friend. The entire time they spent removing his binder, Harvey assured him that he's just as much of a man without it and just as perfectly handsome as before. He simply needed to give the farmer the support and gentle correction he needs to be both happy and healthy, and then hopefully, the two could hang out more often.

The next thirty minutes spent in the farmers home was Harvey giving medical advice while making some tea for them both, upon the farmers request. With permission, of course, Harvey even felt along some of the farmers ribs to make sure everything seemed okay. Lastly, Harvey offered personal advice, gifting the farmer some insight on how he looked to everyone else; handsome.

Once the farmer agreed to stop wearing the binder just for this week and to come to Harvey about alternatives later, they went their seperate ways. The farmer ran their thumb along their mug half full of tea, comparing Harvey to their old doctors in his head. He was one of the kindest men the farmer had ever met. He was eternally grateful; and for the first time this season, he felt far more comfortable looking in the mirror after all of Harveys kind affirmations.

Harvey had made a point to visit every single day since then, offering his hand on the farm, offering a meal and drink, offering affection and the most kind words the farmer had ever heard.

On the last day of the summer, Harvey stayed the night with the farmer, helping him to sleep and then succumbing to sleep himself after the farmer had held onto his t-shirt and asked for him to stay.

And if the farmer purchased one of Pierres lovely bouquets the first morning of Fall, the man said nothing.

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Things to Know Before Requesting an Imagine!

> I mainly do Stardew Valley, but I also do Rainworld!

> I don't do NSFW as I am seventeen (I'll be eighteen soon, patience).

> It doesn't have to be romantic! I love romance, but again, I'll do nearly everything.

> My preferred characters are Shane, Hailey, Alex, Sebastian, Harvey, and Maru, so if you use them 99% chance I'll pick your request. Maybe 90% chance I'll do any of the others too though, I'm thirsting to write anything.

> How much and how detailed I write depends on my interest in your imagine!

How to make a request!

> Either through the marker on my page, commenting here, or commenting on an imagine! Please refrain from asking under my art unless it seems like I missed your request or the request is inspired directly by the art.

Final Details!

This may be kind of important?? I don't know.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE include details about how you want the farmer to behave even just a little bit in your request. I have a tendency to make the farmer a more ill and toxic character than most people do. I also make them in general a more triggering character to watch. It's just what happens.

If you'd like, you can choose from these presets for the farmers behavior!

PRETTT BIG TRIGGER WARNING FOR A! ⚠️

A) My main and favorite farmer. A relatively toxic but recovering drug addict trying to settle down and be less self sabotaging and self destructive. Has a bad habit in self harm. Polyamorous and Pansexual. Usually presented as masculine, but also presents feminine at times. Assertive but caring, can be seen as rude, relatively stoic, bottles shit up and then explodes. Flirty as well and far more loose when drunk or high (and they usually are high on weed, or at the least have edibles on them.)

TRIGGER WARNING ENDS!!

B) A similar figure to Alex! Was initially created to romance all the moms as a joke, lol. Used to highly enjoy rock climbing and regularly went to the gym. Now finds joy in climbing the rocks near the mountain, even if it isn't exactly as safe. Smokes, but nothing else. Cocky, but is actually incredibly insecure and just taking the fake it til you make it route. TW NEXT PART!! (pooossibly eating disorder??)

C) The most canon farmer possible. A very quiet and expressionless character. Mysterious, always seems to have the energy to do everything possible and gets close to people too fast. In their house, instead of having the wiki like we do, they have a corkboard covered in everything they know about the town. Things like "TO BE NORMAL, GIVE TWO GIFTS A WEEK (NOT BIRTHDAYS)", "CLINT LOVES GOLD", "KROBUS SELLS SPRINKLER ON FRIDAYS", etc. They become profitable a little bit too quick. Their combat in the mines is impeccable. They do become soft around those they really like and lose the stoicism if drunk or injured.

D) Just the ol basic! What most peoples Stardew Farmers come off as. Just a humble, kind, new farmer who stands on business but also is nice to everyone. The default regular person.

And of course, don't be afraid to mix it up and describe your own. I literally DO NOT CARE.

If a gender is not mentioned in request, I'll make it neutral.

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