#Shane female farmer

[wulflynn]

I looove fanfiction, but I’m not huge into smut. Fluff is where it’s at for me. Any recommendations?

Shane x Fe Marner - Stardew Valley

Mark x Fe Farmer - Coral Island

Cullen x Fe Inquisitor - Dragon Age

Brynjolf x Fe Player - Skyrim

I’ll still read smutty fics when they’re well-written, of course! But as an Ace I’m looking for some fluff. Any suggestions??

[coffeeshopguest]

please i need stardew valley bachelors in a kinky gangbang with gender neutral or female farmer!

I loved this suggestion but please have mercy, I didn't know which ones you wanted so I did all 6 which was VERY difficult for me to incorporate so I made it sort of cheap in the end to save having to write a whole night of sex with them all 😭 pls enjoy! I'm sorry if it's a little shitty, I've never written or read group sex stuff 😭

The Bachelor's and the Farmer's Night

Word Count: 1569

Pairing: F!Reader x Sebastian, Harvey, Sam, Alex, Shane & Elliott

Warning: 18+, group sex, rope kink, handcuffs, swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, anal mention, oral mention, cum swallowing, light bdsm (choking, spanking), all of it is pretty vague and quickly mentioned except the fingering & vaginal sex

It was Sam's idea. Not that he was gonna openly parade that around to anyone at first. It started as a pathetic fantasy that he would get off on at night, thin walls making him cover his own mouth as he imagined the farmer laying on a bed, tied down, taking it from him and Sebastian over and over. He was ashamed to even incorporate his friend in a fantasy, but the idea of a threesome with the farmer and Sebastian was just...so fucking hot. The idea of watching her get fucked, then fucking her - Sam was a simple man and he nearly came on the spot every single time he imagined it. 

What's worse? He began incorporating the idea of Alex in the mix. He was friendly with Alex - and Sam had seen the farmer interacting with Alex a lot recently. Even throwing around a football with him the other day. Sam didn't immediately think anything of it, until he woke up sweating and hard, having dreamt the farmer and Alex going at it while Sam jacked off and waited for his turn patiently. Slowly, Sam began to think about...what if more people got involved? And oh, god. He finally let it slip to Sebastian. 

"What do you think of that new farmer?" Sam asked as he took a shot for one of the striped balls on the pool table. His voice was even, but his heart was racing a pathetic amount. 

Sebastian leaned on his stick, watching Sam's shot. "She's cute," Sebastian answered. The two made slow eye contact and Sam debated just leaving the whole conversation at that. But something about the way Sebastian stared him down made him crack. 

"Yeah, yeah, she is...uh- you like her?" 

Sebastian took a swig of his drink, nodded a little. "Sure," he said, "why?" 

"How...how do you like her?" Sam gently rested his stick down on the wall, watching his friend. "Like," he began, "sexually...or...?" 

Eyes widening a little, Sebastian tilted his head. "I- we don't usually talk about that kinda stuff," he dismissed, turning his attention to the pool table and ignoring Sam for a moment. 

Sam nodded slightly, before he finally whispered, "I know but I want to...uh..." he glanced around the Saloon to see if anyone was looking towards them. No one was. "I kinda want to...have...some group sex with them." 

Sebastian took a shot, perhaps out of shock, the cue ball launched across the table and sunk a striped ball. He stared down at the table. Quiet. "Just us three or?" 

"Uhm...I was thinking maybe Alex..." 

Sebastian raised his head up, hair falling over his left eye. "The farmer? Did you talk to her?"

 Sam shook his head and Sebastian slowly turned to the table where he'd set his drink aside, grabbing it and gently taking a sip. "Ask her. Tell me when you do."

"You...you're in?" 

Sebastian gave a short nod, and the two acted as though the conversation never even happened. 

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When presented with the idea, albeit from a terrified Sam, you agreed immediately. With a condition. You wanted Sam to invite Elliott, Shane, and Harvey. His eyes widened. 

"Six....you want six guys-" you nodded. Sam had to awkwardly adjust his pants, at the mere suggestion of that many guys fucking you he got hard. Just the idea of watching it was too much for him. "I- I'll see what they say." 

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To Sam's shock, every single person agreed. He was expecting a sharp no from Shane, but he said yes without a second thought. Harvey stuttered out a "Oh...holy shit...uh- at the farm-?" and blushed madly. Elliott tried to maintain some sort of dignity but by the immediate bulge in his pants Sam guessed his answer before Elliott could recover words and agree. Alex tried to act disgusted at first. But then he mumbled a "can I bring handcuffs and rope?" (Sam asked "dude you live with your grandparents in a small town, why do you even have those?" and was met with a glare). 

So it was arranged, a day and time was set. The six made their way down to the farm, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Sam was hard basically half the day before this, eagerly awaiting the nighttime - when his fantasy would become reality. The farmer answered the door, smiling softly at the six men. "Boys, come on in," she smiled. Sam nearly choked, they were wearing a flannel, opened up, only a bra underneath. Fuck. Fucking christ. She was good at this. 

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Upon being brought to the bedroom, Sam gently guided you to lay down, Harvey quickly mumbled "she needs a safe word-" and the rest agreed. Turning their attention to you. Six flushed, eager faces. You felt like prey laying in the bed, flannel opened to expose your bra. A safe word definitely was needed. As much as you wanted to take all six repeatedly you weren't entirely sure how much you could take before you were too used.

"Red light," you murmured out. "Yellow light means give me a break, but I want to keep going." 

And so it began. Sam quickly ripped off the flannel and tossed it aside, then tore the bra off and threw it aside, his hands wandered to your jeans, slowly unzipping them. Your panties exposed, he gently moved his hand down, rubbing softly against the wet spot. You bit your lip, about to moan. Quickly, Sam backed up, Sebastian took one side of the bed and Alex the other. Hands launched to your chest, as Sam gently finished pulling off your pants. A hand on each breast, gently running your ripples through their fingers, you began moaning out loud. Sam got off the bed. 

"Who wants to go first?" he asked, Elliott stepped forward. He gently undid his pants, erection springing out. He gently lined up. 

You bit your lip, before he backed away, "did...anyone bring lube?" Elliott's voice gently asked. It was Harvey who had, gently digging it out of his jacket pocket and handing it over. Elliott gently poured some into his hand, gliding it across your pussy causing you to moan out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam, eagerly jacking off as he watched. Sebastian was still by your side, but his hands had left your body. Elliott gently shoved a finger in. "I'll start slow, you're about to have a hell of a night," he said reassuringly. 

You looked up into his eyes, nodding softly. He smiled, gently leaning down, placing a kiss on your forehead, before be pulled his finger out. "Did that hurt at all?" you shook your head, and he gently shoved two fingers in, letting your body adjust to the feeling, he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. All eyes were on you and you whimpered softly, meeting eyes with Shane who was still fully dressed. 

"Sha- shane-" you mumbled, gasping as Elliott's fingers expertly worked you. "Can- you- strip?" 

A hand gently laced around your neck, "use manners, baby, what do we say?" it was Sebastian's hand, tight grip but just light enough not to hurt. Elliott's fingers effortlessly kept time. 

"Please?" you whimpered, the hand left your neck and Shane slowly began to undo his belt. As soon as he was stripped, Elliott's hands left you, for only a second you had a miserable feeling of emptiness before Shane swapped with Elliott. 

He postioned himself, hands gently gripping your hips as he found where to line up. "Ready?" you nodded, and with one swift thrust he was in you. Lips found your neck, Shane was focused on fucking you. It was Harvey who had knelt beside you, hand gently gliding down your body to your tit's. Lips on your neck, sucking and leaving a hickey. 

Shane grunted, speeding up more. "Fuck- tight...gonna-" 

"Not in her," Sam whimpered, you had forgotten Sam was still here, in the corner of the events jacking off. "We can't all...not in her." 

To describe the events would be tiring and long and endless. They took turns, spilling themselves over your naked body, in your ass, in your mouth. Alex was partial to rough sex, Sam into watching, Harvey wanted to pleasure you however you asked, Shane was focused solely on his own quick finish, Sebastian wanted to tie you down with Alex's ropes when he fucked you and choke you out, Elliott was gentle and soft and sweet and placed kisses on your forehead as you took their dicks over and over and over. 

In the end, the sun rose when you guys finally ended the session. You had given several sessions of head. Taken fingers, fists, and dicks. Been tied down, choked, spanked, had your hair pulled. And each of them had asked for something the others hadn't. Sam begged to finish by jacking off onto your naked body. Sebastian wanted your lips wrapped around his cock when he finished. Alex, he was the one who dug out a condom so he could feel your pussy tighten around him as he came inside you. 

When the session ended, you simply told all of them. "We're doing this again." 

[bagelb0nes]

[stardewremixed]

First Kiss with Shane

@hellhoundmaggie requested a first kiss scene with Shane. He was the first guy I romanced in SDV, mostly because it was easy to in the beginning and I wanted that first-year flower dance so badly. 😂 🌸

🎈 In case you missed it - First Kiss with Harvey. 🎈

While Harvey holds a special place in my heart and is generally my go-to husbando, I didn’t want to leave my “first SDV squeeze” in the lurch. I’m trying to expand my experience with writing romance in general. Hope you enjoy. It’s a freakin’ novella. Haha. I don’t do short, and I wanted to show how he fell in love with the Farmer, and she with him. 

This is female farmer x Shane = first kiss. This one might be a little more PG. 

😉❤️‍🔥🔥

Sweaty palms. Greasy hair. Chubby cheeks and legs. Is this what she sees in me?

Shane stared bleakly at his own reflection in the refrigerator door. It was quiet. Nearly noiseless in the back aisle of the stark JojaMart. A lull in the daily traffic around 4pm on the dot. When his shift ended.

Shane pressed his forehead against the glass, grumbling to himself about his infinite lack of progress on losing weight. Ever since he started going to therapy and quit drinking, he felt confident that his life would turn around. Like magic.

However, life outside the rehabilitation center was much harder than he remembered. He was still stuck in the same dead-end job. He was still bumming a room off his aunt with his piddly rent And he was still rather plump around his abdomen. 

Every time Morris ordered him around, in that pompous high London accent, Shane wanted to give up. To give in. To snatch a beer outta the cooler and gulp away his frustrations.

Instead, he settled for cussing under his breath, and resolving to keep his head down. At least until he could find another job. No one seemed to be hiring in this dying town. The recession was still hitting hard. And he knew he was lucky to get his old job back after nine months in detox and rehab.

It was worth it. It would be worth it. He convinced himself as he puffed a lazy strand of hair out of his eye and continued stocking cartons of overprocessed milk, nothing like his aunt’s fresh bottles or the farmer’s delicious cheeses. 

While he was still grossly underpaid, Shane worked out the math. In six more checks, he could repay her. The Jolly Rancher. Just thinking about his silly little nickname for the farmer lady to the north gave him a warm feeling. The kind that alcohol used to give him, only better, more real. Her smile was sweet.

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When she first arrived in town, Shane genuinely disliked her. All her bubbly, bouncy, jolly persona encroaching on his flat, boring, grumpy existence. He had cultivated a philosophy of "me myself and I" and was perfectly content being alone, sulking into a pitcher of beer at the end of the night. But not really…

Her jovialty grew on him, especially when he would see her around town, helping people out. At first, he figured she was just another city do-gooder come to convert the backwater people to a more modern lifestyle. But her joy and kindness was genuine. Even when he yelled at her to go away, she still murmured a heartfelt apology for disturbing him and then brought him freshly grown peppers or tomatoes the next day like nothing had ever happened.

The Farmer purchased cows from Marnie so she could make her own specialty dairy products. He was seriously impressed. Because what city girl just ups and buys cattle? 

Sometimes when he was restlessly tossing and turning in bed (and if was honest, lonely), Shane would wander around in the wee pre-dawn hours. He always seemed to make his way to her ranch. Most of the time, she was out in the barn milking the cows and talking to them like they were her babies, with just a lantern illuminating her soft face. She was so beautiful. 

Raising cattle was no simple task. He knew this from watching his aunt. And Marnie had horses, pigs, goats, rabbits and chickens to think of too. He wasn't sure if the new rancher in town, with little to no experience (save her degree in veterinary medicine), was stupid or brave. Over time, he determined she was the latter.

Out searching for a lost cow in a thunderstorm. Not thinking about her own welfare. Only wanting to reunite a terrified animal with its herd. 

Fixing fences after wolves knocked down the back posts time and time again. Her fingers bleeding and scarred because of her lack of self-awareness sometimes. And chasing of “’dem there wolves” with sheer willpower... and... a big stick. 

Rebuilding the barn from scratch when a wildfire spread down from the mountains. She saved every single one of those animals. And needing treatment for smoke inhalation because she went back in for the tiniest frightened newborn. 

He remembered the time she got kicked in the head by one of the cows. Shane was so worried about her, even if he wouldn’t admit it when he carried her to the Clinic. Thankfully, it was only a minor concussion. (And it was an excuse for him to deliver Marnie's special basket of goodies to her twice daily so she didn't have to worry about feeding herself during her recovery). 

The rancher struggled for a whole year, after arriving in the Valley. But even when things went wrong, she was up and back at it the next morning with a lightness in her heart and step. It. Was. Admirable.

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Shane resolved to do better. To be better. She made him think about how things could be different if he wasn't a self-sabotaging jerkwad. The number of times she dragged his sorry ass home after getting plastered at the Saloon was too high to count, even if it was out of her way, even if she said she didn't mind. She wanted him to be okay. To be safe. She said so.

And she half pushed, half dragged him to the Clinic the night things got really dark. When he faced the edge of the cliff and thought "No more!" When he thought death would be a welcome reprieve from his pathetic life. 

She never judged him. She didn't enable him like his aunt. She didn't fall apart into a puddle of tears like Jas. She didn't lecture him on the evils of his ways while twirling his moustache like Harvey. Okay. Shane chuckled to himself. Maybe that last part was an exaggeration and unfair to the good doctor.

She. Simply. Cared. 

Through her actions. 

In the beginning, it was little things. A happy hello. A robust handwave. Then she started pulling up a barstool next to him in the Stardrop. She would ask him about his day and he would always answer the same way. But "go away" somehow morphed into a sarcastic "just peachy" and then eventually a half-hearted "fine, you can sit there." Once she jokingly called him Peaches. 

He didn't want to be bothered with her questions and idle chatter. He didn't want to listen to her ranching successes and woes, retold in a much-too-chipper voice. He didn't want to know about Bluebell and Daffodil and Daisy, how Mister Munster was nursing a hoof injury and how Mrs. Butters was expecting her second calf. Why did she think he cared about such details?

But it grew on him. Those rosy, ruddy cheeks, enjoying a hard-earned glass of whatever Gus had on tap. The way her eyes lit up and sparkled when she talked about her animal friends. The way her pale pink lips pouted when she lost a game of Journey of the Prairie King in the saloon arcade. Again. 

Shane found himself drawn to her energy. And he found himself missing her on the nights she didn't stop into the Saloon. Which was a rarity, but did happen.

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Shane knew she was someone special when he would watch the entrance door, breath caught, hoping she would breeze through, and then she didn't. Two days in a row. He started to feel disappointed, but brushed it off. Three days. He started to get concerned. On the fourth night, he went looking for her. And that's when he learned she was sick.

He practically broke down her door when she didn’t answer. 

“Aww you were worried,” she laughed weakly, and coughed. 

She looked rather pitiful, bundled under the blankets, hair sticking to her cheek, eyes droopy and dark. She thought Marnie would have told him. His aunt had sent a few of her ranch hands to help their neighbor out while she was under the weather. so her cattle weren’t forgotten 

No, Marnie never did. He suspected it was because she didn't know it would matter to him. But it did matter. She. Did. Matter. 

Without a word, Shane went to the kitchen and returned with a cool towel. He didn't even think. He laid the back of his large hand against her delicate forehead. He could've sworn the little Miss Jolly Rancher blushed. Or maybe it was the slight fever she was running. She audibly sighed as he placed the wet cloth against her burning cheek, closing her eyes and mumbling her thanks.

He wanted to know the last time she ate. She grunted and said something about some cereal earlier that morning. She didn't know for sure. She had slept most of the day. He promised he would be right back. 

She told him not to bother, as she struggled to lift her body off the bed, propping up by a shaky elbow. He insisted she lie back down. She was a stubborn one. Her protestations didn't last long as her head was too foggy to think straight. He microwaved a bowl of soup. She tried to sit up again, and he fluffed her pillows so she could prop up.

Her grip on the spoon wasn't firm, her trembling hands an indication of just how weak she was. So he caught the escaping silverware and lifted the soup to her lips. She turned red as a hot pepper, but he eased her with a surprisingly tender words, "Please. Let me take care of you for once, Miss Jolly." His own face and ears were probably red too. But she accepted.

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Since then, he began the habit of calling her "Miss Jolly." She flushed every time, but he enjoyed flustering her. It was nice… to care… about… someone.

She returned the “favor” and called him Peaches. At first, jokingly, just to annoy him. But over time, even the ridiculous fruity nickname grew on him. She was invading his thoughts and heart and he couldn’t stop her. 

He knew he had to change. He had to get better. Alcoholism was a disease that had ravaged his life and he was ready for something better. He couldn’t live like he had been any longer. She had changed everything for him. And he wanted to change in return. 

Disappointment smacked cold. He had researched so many places. But the one place that seemed to fit his needs and desired treatment plan was out of reach. Prohibitively expensive. He sold his dad’s watch. His car. He worked longer hours. Maybe in a few years he could make up the difference. 

She knew how much he wanted this... and how badly he needed this. Every glance at his savings account wanted to drive him to the bottle, the hopelessness of a solution just out of reach because of his crappy medical insurance. They wouldn’t cover it. Even though he was pretty sure Joja was the reason he drank so heavily. 

No, that wasn’t true. It was his own insurmountable guilt. Of surviving the accident. When they didn’t. Of leaving Jas without a respectable father figure. Or a mother. He didn’t even fight when the courts wanted to give him jail time. 

His aunt got a lawyer and gave him a place to stay when he got out. She helped him put together a resume and practically shoved the application for overnight backroom clerk in his hands. He had to face the music. He wasn’t cut out for any other job. And it was basically a glorified “stock boy.” 

Approaching middle-age, recently released from prison, and overwhelmed with a crushing lack of self worth, Shane interviewed and got the job. He should be grateful. But the hours were grueling and monotonous. Customers were rude. Employees were ruder. Except that Sam kid. He was a ball of sunshine. And his boss was sucking the life outta him. 

So he drank. He drank to forget. Because he couldn’t forgive himself. And every time he looked at Jas’ little pained expression, he drank more because he felt... so... damn... worthless. 

The Rancher changed things for him. He felt more positive. He got up earlier. He brushed his teeth. He combed his hair. He put on his uniform for the world’s lousiest low-paying job and went to work hoping things would be better. 

Faced with the inability to actually “get better” was... frankly... terrifying. What if he went back to being that same old pathetic blob of a human again? After ten agonizing days, he finally confided in the one person he knew he could trust. His “Miss Jolly.” 

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He couldn’t believe he had been moved to tears. She surprised him... again. With her thoughtful generosity and selflessness. She promised to pay for the difference. Whatever he couldn’t afford. She told him it wasn’t a big deal. It was a VERY BIG deal! She still had some of the inheritance money from her grandfather. What she hadn’t spent on fixing up the farm. 

“So I don’t get those gingham curtains I’ve had my eyes on for the past month,” she quipped. 

It was serious. He couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. It was too much. He didn’t like the idea of being indebted. He was stubborn. He could refuse. 

But she was more stubborn. She insisted it would be a loan, not a gift. He could pay it off over time. Without interest. Or he could work it off - sweat equity - on her ranch. Maybe with those chickens he liked so much. 

In the end, he caved. He packed up what little he could take with him. And she walked him to the bus stop. Kissed his cheek. Squeezed his hand. And said the words that simultaneously made him laugh and warmed his heart.

“Go get ‘em, Peaches.” 

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That was a year ago now. When he came home, she threw a big surprise party for him. A few people from town, his aunt, Jas. And she never looked more beautiful. She even found chicken shaped balloons. Because... what guy doesn’t want balloon animals from the girl he’s crushing on? 

Crushing on? He smirked. I sound like a middle schooler. 

He split his time between the market and her ranch. Gradually spending more and more time on her farm. Gathering eggs before his shift. Feeding chickens on the way home from work. Sipping peach iced tea in the shade of her porch and thinking this life wasn’t half-bad. But he wanted more. 

She started bringing by lunches on his longer shift days. Homemade sandwiches and fresh-pressed juices and handpicked peppers. The kind that burst with sweetness or that spicy kick he needed to get through the rest of his day. 

She learned to roll her own dough. Once a week, on hot summer evenings, she would make him pizza with her own special spicy red sauce. Wearing that cute little red and white checkered apron around her jean shorts and just below the edge of her tank top. Too hot to be standing around the stovetop making pizza sauce or the oven to bake the dough. But she did it for him. Shane looked forward to it after a long and grueling Saturday shift. 

He still stopped at the Saloon most nights, but now it was just to drink soda and share a pepper poppers appetizer. Gus started bottling root beer, made from bark and flowers and herbs from around the Valley. It wasn’t alcoholic. And it was an acquired taste. Getting better with time. 

She would breeze in and offer suggestions and feedback. Shane enjoyed watching the two “play” squabble over the choice of leaves. The kindly saloon owner and the girl he liked collaborating to make him a refreshing drink became a welcome nicety. 

Most nights, they didn’t stay long. Heading out for long walks around town. Shoes scuffling along cobblestones. Kicking up dirt on wooded paths. Kicking off on the beach to feel the mushy sand. Talking about nothing important, but always special. Any time with her was special. 

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a friend like her. To have a woman of her rare caliber show him any attention at all. She got past his defenses and he welcomed it. And deep in his heart, Shane knew - this was love. 

With today’s paycheck, he could finally take her on a proper date. Somewhere out of the Valley. Someplace where they could have fun together. He felt the excitement and nervous anticipation rising in his chest. Somehow he fumbled through an “ask” on her front porch this morning, managing to invite her to join him... if she wanted... at the bus stop... around 5pm. He had tickets to see the Tunnelers play. 

Shane finished his shelf, glancing at his watch. Ten past four. Just enough time to get home, showered, and changed. He disposed of the empty boxes in the dumpster and delivered the cart to the back room. Opening his locker, he hung his apron on the hook. Instantly, he felt lighter. Like that thing was a noose around his neck. A ball and chain. He really needed a new job. And in fifty, no, forty-six minutes, he could see her... 

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"SHANE!"

The shrill obnoxious tone pierced his moment of peace. The voice could only belong to one person - a holllow husk of a corporate shill, even more unlikeable than him, if that was even possible. Shane frowned, his eyes clamping on the store manager barreling toward him at full speed. 

“A whole second shipment came in just now,” the man grunted. “Like I need this when I’m short-staffed, as always,” he offered an exasperated sigh. 

I can’t imagine why... Shane thought to himself, bemused. The boss was insufferable. Always barking orders. Never praising his team. Paying peanuts. Polishing his baby - a silver Rolls Royce in mint condition - parked in the only covered spot in the entire Joja lot - every night - instead of doing paperwork like he should. How was he still employed? No one at corporate cared. 

“Not my problem, Morris,” Shane replied. 

“No, no, no,” Morris fluttered his short arms. “It is your problem. I need you to stay late and help Sam empty the truck.”

The man continued to ramble something about “this is why I pay you” and “you think you can do better somewhere else?” He badgered Shane about his “work ethic,” even if Shane had been a near model employee since returning from rehab. Even if his former colleagues actually welcomed him back, much to his shock. Shy little Claire even commented on how he was “different” than before.

Shane had been nominated for employee of the month, no doubt, angering Morris. The man had it out for him. Sticking him on graveyard shifts. Making him mop baby puke in the aisles. Forcing him to attend a “hospitality” seminar so he could learn to be nicer to, in Morris’ words, “bored housewives who somehow like your prickly personality.” 

Morris, a man who prided himself in appearance, with his neat little bow tie and perfectly ironed jacket, couldn’t believe how the ladies bought more after a rough encounter with Shane. It was good for business, of course, and Morris would take all the credit. That hospitality seminar wasn’t cheap, he constantly reminded Shane. Like rehab hadn’t made him a better person already. Or his relationship with little Miss Jolly. 

“They just fawn over your monotone delivery of the daily sales,” Morris droned on. “Yoba only knows why. You haven’t been educated at the finest university this side of the Pond with an impeccable taste in... well, everything.” Morris puffed his chest. 

“I just don’t understand why they giggle at the register about the ‘handsome’ stock boy when they could have me recite the daily sales in Shakespearean English for heavens sake. Well, no matter. I can use what I’ve got. You.” 

The man thinks I’m a frickin’ pack of meat. 

“Now in order to have sales, we must have stocked shelves. And in order to have stocked shelves, I need to have you stay longer. Because shelves don’t stock themselves... and what are you staring at?” 

Shane rubbed his jaw, catching his reflection in Morris’ little glasses. Could I really be that handsome? Morris wasn’t wrong. The market had been a little busier than usual in the mornings and around lunchtime. Shane came back from breaks early sometimes because customers “requested” him. He could reach the “tall” shelves. 

But he wasn’t that tall. And most times, he needed a ladder. Unlike Sam. But even Sam told him he had been relegated to “cute” because the female patrons wanted to check out the new guy (on the ladder) because Shane possessed a look of danger and mystery, and had that "hot dad bod."

Like that’s really a thing I wanted! Shane rolled his eyes. It's all a little disgusting. Being oogled. Because what? Dangerous? Dad bod? I’m just me. There was only one gal he wanted checking him out. And he needed to get going if he was going to meet her. 

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“No can do, Boss,” Shane removed his Joja cap and hooked it alongside his apron. “Got plans tonight.” 

“No, no, no,” Morris’ voice grew tight, his eyes becoming tinier. “That won’t do. You must cancel your plans.” 

“Do I get overtime?” Shane asked, half-distracted by the photo occupying the inside of his locker. 

It was the only thing he had ever decorated with at work. A photo of him and Miss Jolly at the Moonlight Jellies festival about a month ago. It was the one time he actually thought he was photogenic. How could he not be happy? With a gorgeous gal by his side, smiling and laughing as the photo was taken, a woman who believed in him, rooted for him, and cared for him. Shane’s expression softened as he thought about how much she had impacted his life. 

“You know what?” Shane ripped the photo from his locker wall with gusto. “I quit.” 

“Are you even listening?” Morris was saying. “And no, I’m not going to approve overtime. You left early by one minute the other night. One minute!"

"And one time last week, you were late by three minutes. I will not approve overtime for someone who nearly runs over a flock of geese with his bicycle and is late to work."

"If you’re going to keep up with this lazy attitude of yours...” he huffed and straightened his jacket. “I may have to reconsider my decision to rehire you... even if you bring in the ladies... I mean... sales...” 

“What?” Morris’ eyes grew wide as saucers beneath his horn-rimmed glasses, and then his expression darkened, as if Shane poured bitter coffee all over the plates. “You cannot quit. Are you joking?” 

“Well I do, and I’m not,” Shane shoved the old rusty lock that never latched properly into the other man’s hand, a smile crossing his face. “With pleasure.”

Shane waltzed out of the soul-sucking store, leaving a dumbfounded former boss as the double doors whooshed behind him. He closed his eyes and took a big gulp of sea-salt air and sighed. He felt free. 

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When she met him at the bus stop, his heart skipped a beat. She looked radiant in the setting sun. Her eyes sparkling like stars. And her sexy little denim skirt was a nice touch too. The way her hips swayed ever so slightly on approach. He forced his gaze upward. 

"Hiiii... Miss Jolly. I'm glad you decided to come," he greeted, his tone a bit stilted and formal. 

What am I doing? He rubbed the back of his head.

"Of course, Peaches. I'm excited," she grinned. "This will be my first game."

"You'll love it!" he replied, wrinkling his nose at her childish nickname for him. And I will too with you by my side.

"Is that cologne?" she asked when she reached his side. 

Her fingers curled around his hoodie strings as she closed her eyes and took a whiff. "I like it." She grinned and winked at him. "A bit spicy."

"Yeah yeah," he murmured and ushered her onto the bus, but he hopped up the step behind her, feeling a little lighter on his feet.

"You're in a good mood," she remarked as they wandered toward the back of the bus. 

The atmosphere was charged. Rowdy. Everyone seemed excited for the Tunnelers game. He nodded to a few familiar faces before settling in next to her seat. The back was better than the front. Cool kids sat in the back. What am I? In the sixth grade? 

Still he was relaxed. Smiling even. She repeated her statement as if he didn’t hear her the first time. Damn straight  I’m in a good mood.  Because I get to spend time with you… maybe even tell you how I feel tonight… He decided the overcrowded bus wasn't the best place for that confession. The vehicle lurched forward and so did the conversation. 

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"I quit my job."

Her eyes widened and a slow smile played at her lips, drawing his attention to them. I bet they're juicy. He had fantasized about kissing her, ever since she planted one on him at this very bus stop twelve months ago when he shipped off to rehab. Out of respect for their “business arrangement” and friendship, he held off on the liplocking, but it didn’t mean he still didn’t wonder what it would be like if he had just turned his head to meet her mouth that night. 

“Good for you,” she laid a hand on his shoulder. 

Her gentle touch bringing him back to reality and away from his lustful la-la land. 

“I knew that place was killing the light in you. I just wish I could've seen Morris' smug face when you finally told him."

"Light in me?" he repeated, ignoring the statement about his ex-manager. 

"Yes," she slowly slid her hand up to his cheek, blushing a little while she moved. "You look better. Brighter."

"That's just the shower talkin'," he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"No, it's you, Shane," she replied, dropping her hand far too soon for his liking.

He wanted to beg her to keep it there, against his cheek. But present company dissuaded him, and he remained silent, nodding his thanks. The way she said his name... he bounced his leg a bit in nervousness as the bus bumped along the road... it made his knees weak and his head clouded. 

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"Did I miss anything?"

Shane descended the last step, returning to their seats in the stadium, snacks in hand. The game was tied up, the teams neck and neck in their scoring with each other. It was one of the most thrilling games he had ever seen in person. Even more exciting because she was there. With her incessant questions about the rules. Her exuberance at the Tunnelers' first goal. Even the little wrinkle around her eyes when she didn’t understand what was happening. He loved every minute of it.

And he loved explaining things. Even if he worried about boring her to death with his encyclopedic knowledge of gridball, he couldn’t stop talking. This was something he loved and he was sharing it with the woman he loved... even if she didn’t know it yet. 

"Only the announcer making bad jokes," she smirked. “And that guy...” she pointed to one of the pros. “...doing a silly little dance for the fans.” 

“Yeah, he’s known for that,” Shane laughed awkwardly, feeling a small twinge of jealousy that another man had caught her eye. 

“Not that he’s any good at it,” she laughed too. “Not like our little grooves in the Saloon.” 

“Oh?” he quirked a brow. “By the way, I got us some nachos. I asked the vendor to add some hot peppers… just like we like it."

"Like we both like it," she said in unison. "Thanks,” she snagged a chip and did a deep dip into the sauce. “You should've let me pay for snacks since you paid for tickets and the bus fare."

"Naw, we're on a date," he shrugged. "The guy pays. Plus, I wanted to."

Shane averted his eyes, suddenly self-conscious. "Did I tell you how much… I l…love…. Gridball?"

She stopped and looked at him as if surprised by his old-fashioned thought. I shouldn't have been so careless, he grimaced. Then he immediately wished his face wasn't so readable.

It was a date. A real date. But somehow they slid from acquaintances to friends to best friends and then... somehow something more, without ever defining the relationship.

Did she want parameters? Did he need a label? Were they... ever going to be what he hoped to be if he ever got his head out of his ass and asked her for real? 

"Yes, only the thousand or so times on the bus," she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And I knew you played in high school.” 

Just like that, she slipped back to a more neutral topic. And he mentally flogged himself for the missed opportunity. 

“Yeah, blowing out my knee pretty much killed my chances at playing pro,” he said. “Doesn’t stop me from enjoying the games though.” 

“Have you ever thought about it?” she inquired. “Going back. Maybe the minors or even just a pick-up team. I bet you looked great in a uniform,” her eyes twinkled mischievously. “And I wouldn’t mind the view of you in those white pants.” 

Red flooded his cheeks. Is she messing with me? How does she do it? Go back and forth between friendzone topics and flirtation? She made it look effortless. She was toying with him. She had to be. Dancing around the subject. Hoping he would ask. Or was he imagining things? 

Her hand hovered dangerously close to his side. Brushing the hem of her skirt. Nearly touching his shorts. He gulped, feeling flattered, but strangely unprepared for her seductive little smirks. He handed her the soda he fetched, and she thanked him, gulping back the liquid as if it were a small instead of a large. Saying something about all the cheering making her thirsty. 

He was the thirsty one. Eyeing her up and down and wanting to close the distance between them. Taking it from flirty friends to... faithful lovers. He never wanted a woman more than he did right now. To devote all his love and passion and energy and goodwill into being there for her just like she had for him. 

For the whole second half of the game, he nursed his cola. Distracted by her every move. The way she would raise her heels in anticipation of a score and lower them back to the ground when they didn’t quite make it. The way she spoke with that happy voice of hers, the kind that could lull him to sleep or rally him to make his best efforts. The way she repeated back facts she was learning about the sport, that he had literally just taught to her that night. He was completely mesmerized... so much so... he forgot to actually watch the game. For once, he liked the distraction. 

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When the Tunnelers scored again, she nearly flew off the ground, wildly cheering for their unexpected interception. He caught her hand as she was jumping back down. She squeezed it and continued whooping and shaking her fist victoriously in the air, never taking her eyes off the game. It was now or never.

"Hey," he said loudly to be heard over the stadium noise. "I've been meaning to tell you… thank you.” 

“For what, Peaches?” she said, teasingly. “Did you see that? How many yards was it? Seventy-five? Eighty?” 

“I mean it, really,” Shane cleared his throat, leaning closer to her ear. “ For sticking with me through everything."

She turned to face him, her expression growing more serious. 

"My… anxiety… depression… you know," he continued, fumbling over his words. "The alcoholism… I mean, I wasn't exactly the funnest person to be around back then."

Did I just use the word funnest? He rubbed the back of his head, hoping to read her expression, but for once, he couldn't.

“You do that... when you’re nervous,” she remarked. “That head rub thing...” she reached up and ruffled his hair. “It’s... cute.” 

“Uh...” Shane trailed off. She was not making this easy. But he needed to say the words aloud now or he never would. 

"You… uh… still helped me. You've been a really… good… friend to me," he shared, and then immediately regretted his word choice.

"Oh," she said, quietly.

Was that a flicker of disappointment in her eyes?

He hurried his words. "Anyway this is your first gridball game, huh? Well? What do you think?"

Smooth, Shane. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Changing the subject again, you frickin’ chicken.

"Oh…" she said, glancing back to the field, sounding a little confused. "Fun. I guess, Pelican Town seems pretty boring in comparison. Unless you count Sam's punk rock blaring at 11pm, breaking noise ordinances." She forced a chuckle.

Is she…? Am I imagining things?

"I'm surprised," he replied. "Didn't you move to the Valley to escape the noise of the city?"

She's looking at me again with those beautiful heart-melting eyes. He rushed through his words.

"I mean… don't get me wrong. I totally understand. My life in Pelican Town is pretty bland, you know. And now that I don't have a job, I gotta find something meaningful to do with my time again. A guy's gotta eat, right? Heh?"

"I was thinking about that," she replied, without looking at him. "I think it would be nice to have you around full-time."

"What?" he blinked.

"I've got one ranch hand now to help in the back pasture and one that helps out with the milking and all, but if I'm looking to expand, and if they ever take a sick day, I could use some extra hands," she continued. "Maybe your hands?"

I couldn't. Possibly. Was she blushing?

"You've already… done so much for me," he hated the hesitancy in his tone. "I… uh…"

She ignored his last comment. "This would be a business thing. We could do it temporarily to see if you like it. And if it's a good fit for both of us. I can be a bit of a…" she narrowed her eyes, mischievously. "Hard taskmaster."

"Oh? Yeah I've heard that from your current employees," he smirked. "But you are still a jolly one."

"Yeah…" she smiled, almost shyly, tucking a hair over her ear. “Your Miss Jolly.” 

The noise level in the stadium increased near ten-fold. All he could think about was how she said the words. She was begging him, wasn’t she? Walking right up to the brink and leaving him there? He reluctantly ripped his gaze away from the farmer to the field.

"Gah!" he screamed, his volume matching the crowd. "The Tunnelers are on the attack."

"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked. "Oh my Yoba! Final seconds. They're gonna…" she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "They're gonna break the tie."

"GOAL!" they yelled in unison. 

He never felt so happy. He was going on six months sober. He quit his horrible job. The farmer was offering him another one so he could see her every day. And he got to watch his favorite team in the world in the closest game in history with his favorite person in the world. Sharing this moment together meant everything.

"Thank you Shane!" she said, trying to catch her breath. "This was the best evening ever with you!"

"I know, I know!" he exclaimed. "Probably one of the best moments of my life."

Before he could stop himself, his lips were against hers. Surprise flickered in her eyes. All he could hear was the thudding of his own heart. She was flushed. The warmth of her lips. The taste of root beer. The delight overwhelming the alarm bells. He took a step or two back, stumbling as he came to his senses.

"Oh?" he gasped for air. "Uh… um… sorry. I guess I got carried away there. Maybe I had one too many... sodas. All that sugar. Ha!" 

Shane reached up to rub his head like he always did when he was nervous, just like she had noticed. Except this time, she strutted toward him, confidence in her eyes as she grabbed that hand and tugged him down. As they kissed for the second time, he felt her melt into his arms as she offered a faint “finally,” barely audible amidst the roar of the crowd. 

Encouraged, Shane grinned, hoisting her off the ground. She giggled and kissed him more fervently. Maybe he didn’t need words. Maybe he only needed actions to show her how he felt. 

And she was reciprocating. A dream come true. Their eyes remained locked in a loving gaze as he pulled back from her lips. When he finally set her down, he breathed heavily. 

"You really do love the Tunnelers?" she teased, disentangling her hands from his hair. 

"No," he shook his head, determined not to let this moment go by. "I really do love you."

"Come on, we'll miss our bus outta here," she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the exiting crowds.

“Wait,” Shane pulled her back for one more greedy kiss. 

She happily accepted, but he felt a fleeting ping of sadness even as they kissed in the stairwell, people pushing around them. He wondered if she even heard his confession. Maybe it's too soon? We just had our first kiss. She probably didn't hear me.

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When they reached the parking lot, the reality of what had just happened still sinking in, they were too late. The bus huffed away with a puff of smog. They had just missed their ride back to the Valley. And there wouldn’t be another one until morning. If he hadn’t been so carried away and enamored by his date, maybe they would’ve left the stadium sooner. 

“Guess we should call a taxi,” she broke the silence first. “Or... actually... find a hotel.” 

“A hotel?” he repeated, his ears perking at the thought of sharing space with her. 

"Yes," she replied, without skipping a beat. "I mean, if we're gonna be stuck together in Zuzu overnight, we should get a hotel. A taxi ride would be really expensive and I don't think we have enough time to get across town to catch the train."

"Oh right," he said softly. "Uh… I can't let you pay for a hotel too."

"It's no trouble," she pulled out her cell phone and started scouring the internet for places. "And a hot shower sounds nice after all the sweat and grime of us in there,” she nodded back toward the stadium. “...jammed in like sardines."

"Uhm…" he blinked rapidly. You're a grown man. Get it together.

"This place looks nice," she showed him a picture after a minute or two, while he awkwardly plopped on the edge of the sidewalk. "And it's got a 4-star rating." She sat next to him, dropping her hand on top of his. “Oh look it’s got an in-suite jacuzzi.” 

"Uh… sure," he shrugged, uncertain about what to do with his hands that so desperately wanted to kiss her again. "Well, that definitely was a good game."

"Yes, and it's going to be an even better night, because it doesn't have to end here," she smiled sweetly. “Since we’re getting a hotel,” she winked. 

“Oh yeah... and we won too,” he stammered. “The Tunnelers, ya know?” 

“No... no, I didn’t. Really? They did?" she smiled sarcastically, and leaned closer. “It doesn’t matter.” 

“What?” he gasped, feeling shocked as her blase attitude toward his favorite team. 

“I mean, it was great... and all... and their win was pretty spectacular,” she acknowledged. “But I feel like I won the lottery with you here.” She interlocked arms with him. “Did you mean it? Shane? When you said you loved me?” 

So she did hear me! And the way his name fell from his lips caused his heart to soar and he found his confidence. 

“Yes, I meant it. I love you,” Shane replied. “But I wanted it to be special. Better than this... stranded in a parking lot with trash all over the place.” 

“It is special,” she replied. 

“But it wasn’t perfect,” he grimaced. “I was planning on telling you when we got back... when I walked you back to your place tonight.” 

His head felt hazy with love and desire as she kissed him again. This time, she draped a leg over his, pressing against his chest. He audibly moaned, leaning into the kiss. His hand naturally slid down her back to help her balance, and he squeezed softly, like he had wanted to for a long time. She matched his intensity with a clutch of her own, and he groaned again, reluctantly breaking their touch. 

“I don’t need perfect, Shane. I just need you."

His heart leaped from his chest as she continued.

"I love you too. I want you.”  

“Ahhhh... then let’s get to that hotel,” he said, the heat of her breasts against his chest creating a near uncontrollable fire within him. 

“Fine,” she playfully pouted. “I’ll behave... Hot Stuff," she fanned herself. “...for now... since we’re in public.” 

“Believe me,” he replied with a heavy sigh, feeling a healthy growth between his legs. “I want you all to myself.” 

She giggled and tapped her phone. "Done. Got us booked.”

“That fast?” 

“Yes, It’s only a two and a half block walk. Now… shall we?" She jumped to her feet and darted away briskly. 

“Someone’s impatient!” he smirked. “What if I had said no?” 

“I wouldn’t take no for an answer.” 

“Oh really?” he liked teasing her as she brought out his confidence. He started into a jog away, passing her on the sidewalk. “Well, I’ll see you soon.” 

“Shane!” she laughed and chased after him. 

Of course, he let her catch him. She playfully punched his arm, but then lingered. She was beaming. And he was too. Shane took her hand, looking down at the woman he loved, and smiled, brighter than he ever had in his entire life.  She loved him and wanted him… just as he loved and wanted her. 

 “Shane?”

He wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulder. Tonight, he was going to make her fully his, and he would be fully hers. 

"Yes, my Miss Jolly.” 

[marmorafarms]

Self Love: Shane x Cis Female Reader

Hey guys!

I've got a new smutty fic for you, and it stars Shane!!! I'm pretty excited about it, so I hope you enjoy!

Rating: 18+ ONLY

Summary: Shane comes over after a rough day. You want to help him relax and have some fun, but Shane is feeling self conscious. It's time for you to work your magic!

Warnings and Content: Alcohol mention, face sitting, creampie, body worship

Working at Joja Mart sucked. A lot. Shane hated that his work options were manual labor or customer service. And honestly? Manual labor would've been the better pick.

Shane had gotten written up today for saying "Your pussy is way too dry to be riding my dick that hard," to an angry old man. The dude had it coming! He was just passing through town and was yelling at Shane because they were out of bananas. The old man was acting like Shane was purposefully denying him the fruit, and he was just so, so tired.

After being sent home early, Shane texted you. You had sent him a quick "dude wtf" before asking him to come over. He agreed immediately. Marnie would definitely yell at him, and he wasn't in the mood for that.

He only had to knock once before the door was flung open. The smell of pizza and pepper poppers was in the air.

"You made food?" he asked as you let him in.

"All homemade! Nothing frozen!" You said proudly.

"Well shit," Shane said as he plopped down on your couch, food already on the coffee table. "How did you manage to get this ready so fast?"

"Well," you said, sitting next to him, "I was going to invite you over anyway. So I had started on it already." You placed a hand on his, and smiled at his look of surprise. His fingers twitched slightly, but he kept his hand in place. He was still getting used to your touches.

It wasn't that Shane was against you touching him, far from it. But his days of big biceps and washboard abs from playing gridball were over. Now he was old and fat and–

"Shane?" you said softly.

He blinked, realizing he'd been quiet for a little too long.

"Why did you want me to come over?" he asked.

"Aside from enjoying your company?" you asked. "I have something I want to show you. Can I go get it real quick?"

Shane nodded, and watched you hurry to your room. He grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite, wondering what you got him. Maybe it was more of that non-alcoholic wine. Shane had been skeptical, but it actually tasted really nice.

"Here it is!" you said. He turned to look, and his jaw dropped. He set his pizza down, missing the plate entirely.

You were wearing the most beautiful set of lingerie he'd ever seen. It was made from a bold red lace, with golden chains sitting on your waist and hips. Your breasts were displayed beautifully in a bra that plunged low. The fabric was so thin that he could see your hard nipples.

Shane felt like he was going to pass out. Both from how you looked, and from how all the blood from his head had drained straight to his dick. He was at full mast already, drinking the sight of you in.

"Do you like it?" You asked, slowly sashaying over.

Shane wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell you how stunning you looked, how he wanted to pull your panties aside with his teeth and lick your wet pussy straight away.

But that wasn't what he said.

"Why?" he croaked out. "Why are you wearing this?"

"You don't like it?" You asked, face falling.

"No! I mean, yes I do like it! It's just…I don't get it."

You looked perplexed. "I wanted to look sexy for you. And I was kinda hoping you would think I am and would fuck me on the couch."

Shane turned bright red and cleared his throat. God, that sounded amazing. But there was still this nagging feeling, this horrible thought that you were doing this out of pity. He was fat and hairy and nothing at all like the other men in town. There was no way you were seriously attracted to him, right?

"You want to do that with me?" he asked.

"Well, yeah. I mean, we've done it before," you pointed out.

"We were drunk!" Shane blurted out, eyebrows furrowed.

This was true. Your first encounter with Shane had been a drunken hookup that led to him avoiding you like the plague for a while. He had admitted later that he had been embarrassed about having random sex with a stranger, and was trying to forget about it.

It was hard to forget about it though, especially with you bothering him on the daily. Your soft lips all over his body, tongue dipping into the slit of his cock before lavishing it with attention…it was hands down the best sex he'd ever had. If he believed in Yoba, he would be on his knees praising the deity for allowing him to remember that night in full detail.

"So what?" you said, moving closer to him. "It was fun. And it'll be even more fun without our minds clouded."

Shane tensed as you got into his lap and began to grind against his clothed cock. Fuck, why couldn't he be normal for two seconds and enjoy this?

"I think I need a drink," he mumbled.

"You can have a Joja Cola when we're done," you murmured, and nibbled the shell of his ear. Shane let out a whine and you grinned.

"Where else are you sensitive?" You asked, moving to his neck. You pressed soft kisses against his skin, starting with his jaw, rough from stubble, and trailing your way down.

"Lie down," you said. The two of you shuffled around a bit until you were sitting on his hips, while he lay back. You pressed down on his cock with your pussy, continuing to grind against him. Shane groaned, and you reached down for his button, ready to get this show on the road.

"Wait!" Shane said sharply. You halted your movements immediately, looking at him, concern on your face.

"You're really sure you want this?" he asked. You let out an annoyed huff at these words.

"Of course! Shane, what's going on?"

Shane closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his eyes were glassy.

"All the other guys in town are…are fit and healthy and handsome. I'm an ugly old hairy fat guy and–"

"Whoa whoa what?" You said, eyes wide in shock. "Let me start off by saying that you're not ugly or old. 37 is not old, okay?"

"You're 28," he muttered. "I'm 9 years older than you."

"I don't give a shit," you said firmly. "And I happen to like how you look. I personally think you're so sexy."

"No you don't," Shane said looking away.

"I do though," you said, and gently kissed him. "So sexy. So gorgeous. Wouldn't trade you for anyone," you said in between kisses. You snaked a hand under his shirt and tugged at his chest hair. He hissed slightly, and you pushed his shirt up.

"Love your body hair," you said, kissing his chest. "Love your soft pecs–"

"Man boobs," Shane corrected in a breathy tone. You chuckled.

"Whatever. I love them." You covered them in kisses, nipping a nipple gently. Moving down, you continued complimenting.

"Mmm I want to see those thick thighs," you said, gripping his legs. "Those thick hairy thighs. Want to spread them open so I can suck that gorgeous cock of yours."

"Fuck baby," Shane said, eyes fluttering shut. Your words were getting to him, and he found himself enjoying the attention.

"Can I?" you asked, touching the button of his jeans. After giving his consent, you popped it open and slowly pulled his zipper down. You looked hungrily down at him.

Shane helped you shimmy his pants off, and you got in between his legs, gently kissing his cock over his boxers. You cupped his sac while you did so, and he moaned in pleasure.

"I wanna see," you finally said, and Shane quickly kicked his boxers off. You hummed in appreciation, and he blushed.

"I'm not that great," he said. Shane didn't have a tiny dick, but he was on the shorter side. He was decently thick, and you nearly licked your lips, ready to take him into your mouth.

"Yeah you are," you said, licking a stripe up his cock. "Perfect for my mouth. Mmm I remember that night…you felt so good in my pussy too."

Shane moaned at your words, and let out a stream of swear words as you took him all the way into your hot mouth. You slobbered all over him, getting as messy as possible as you kissed and slurped.

"W-wait!" he gasped. "Too close!"

You understood. He wanted to last so he could fuck you properly. You pulled off, and he lifted your chin up with a finger, wanting you to look at him.

"Sit on my face," he said. It wasn't a question, it was a command, and you were more than happy to listen. You quickly pulled the panties off, the beautiful jewelry still on your body.

Shane gripped your thighs as you lowered yourself down.

"So wet already," he said before your pussy covered his mouth.

"I wasn't lying when I said I find you–ahhhhh…." you moaned as he began to lick between your folds. His tongue moved to your clit, giving it lots of attention before he dipped it inside of you.

"C-close!" You panted after barely any time had passed. This had happened before as well. You had came on his face in record time from how good he was with his mouth.

You practically screamed out his name, head thrown back in ecstasy. He let you sit there, casually lapping at you, making you twitch. Finally you lifted yourself off.

"Enjoy yourself?" he asked. You responded by kissing him deeply. He touched your lips with the tip of his tongue and you opened up. Your tongues slid against each other as you passionately kissed.

"Gonna fuck me now?" you asked. He nodded, and the two of you swapped places.

"Shit I don't have a condom," Shane said. "Do you…?"

"Just put it in me!" You said desperately. "I'm on birth control, it's fine."

Shane nodded and pushed in. He closed his eyes in pleasure, but they flew open when you wrapped your legs around him, making him unable to move.

"Wh–"

"Compliment yourself," you said.

"Excuse me?" He said.

"You're excused. Now say three nice things about yourself and I'll let you move."

"What the fuck?" Shane said annoyed, but you were clearly serious. He sighed.

"I'm good at making you cum, I'm good with animals, and…I dunno." he said, shrugging.

"Say you have a hot body," you said firmly.

"I have a hot body," Shane said in a monotone. You glared at him.

"Like you mean it," you said.

You went back and forth for a bit before he snapped.

"I'm hot, okay? My body is gorgeous! I'm sexy as fuck!" he practically shouted, but there was something different in his tone.

"Yeah you are!" You said happily, and let him go. "Now fuck me."

Shane grinned, and began pounding into you hard and fast. He smiled as you shouted in pleasure, complimenting him at every turn. The two of you reached your peak at the same time, Shane burying his face into your shoulder as he painted your insides white. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock for all it had.

"Fuck," Shane said after a moment.

"That was amazing," you panted. "We gotta do this more often."

"Yeah, yeah we do," Shane said. He was no longer worried if you wanted his body. Shane had never felt this loved in his life. And he was going to do everything he could to protect this happiness.

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Talking to Shane after giving him a gift in the first few days is so funny because the contrast between the two responses are so different lmao

Like I gave him a gift and he was like “aw Thea how did you know this was my favourite? 🥰” and then I clicked on him not even a second later and he was basically like “what the fuck do you want?”

[thebiggerbear]

Shane Masterlist

[anoncausewhynot]

Hii! Can I please request headcanon for Shane SDV proposing to the farmer c: Thank you!

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! I love Shane so much :'D

>Shane is flustered and nervous the whole week and can barely focus on his job

>Almost got fired from JoJa Mart because of it

>He can feel the weight of the pendant with every move he takes

>It’s both thrilling and horrifying

>He really wanted to make it romantic but..he’s Shane so there's no way that would work

>Ends up proposing to you in the chicken coop, you came in and he just blurted it out an shoved the pendant in your hand

>Honestly he’s surprised when you except 

>Deep down he knew you liked him but on the surface he kept trying to convince himself that you were too good for him, and he didn’t deserve you

>Spends the next three days very flustered and nervous, running around trying to get everything ready in the next 3 days

>His boss almost didn’t let him have time off from work for the wedding-

>he's definitely looking forward to quitting and moving in with you to help on the farm but he's sad to leave Jas and Marnie

>he knows that they'll be fine though, and he's only a few minutes away from town

>At the end of the day he wants everything to be perfect for you, and no matter the cost he’s willing to do anything to see you smile <3

[stardew-shitposterino]

“Here comes a thought” - Stardew Valley Shane/Female Player Fanfiction

(content: fluff, comfort, hurt)

(Here is a link to the song I'm refering to in the story)

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He knew too well how it felt to be desperate, to lack the motivation to go along with recovery. It was so tempting to numb those feelings of hurt and sorrow, but he knew it was not an option. Not anymore. Shane loved that he had a reason to push through, a reason to wake up in the morning, a reason to …love again.

That reason rose with the sun every morning, leaving small pecks of adoration on his forehead before heading out on their farm. He woke up every time she did, as he missed the warmth of her soft body next to his as soon as she got up. Shane still pretended to be fast asleep so he wouldn’t have to miss those small moments of admiration she thought he wouldn’t notice. He loved when she was tender and sweet without him having to ask for it, because she wanted to. Because she loved him.

But even those moments of total bliss didn’t last forever, the thoughts that plagued him for all he could remember creeping in and trying to get him back on the wrong path. He wished he could turn them off, but it was beyond his capabilities to do so, at least most of the time.

This time the thoughts greeted him in his dreams, a silent slumber turned into a nightmare he felt he couldn’t run from

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“T-Tell me why shouldn’t I roll off this cliff right now…”

“…because I’ll gladly do that for you instead”.

“W-wait what?!”

she glared at him from above, Shane has never seen such demonic eyes on another human being.

“You really thought I’ll keep up with this pathetic shit for forever ? Shane, you clearly don’t have the power to change, look at you…so pathetic. Your life truly is a joke”.

The person he thought to be the love of his life came closer to him. He never felt such a dread, especially from the person he trusted the most. She lightly kicked his side, then a little more. His body started to move from the spot.

“-s-STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“…releasing you from your misery Shane…we all cannot be the winners of this game…”

He fell…he screamed but couldn’t get a word out of his mouth…it was as if he was screaming on mute…he heard a beeping in his ears…it became louder as closer as he got to the ground.

…a crack….

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Shane woke from his dream. Sweating like crazy, his eyes wide, fear written all over his face. He gulped, trying not to wake the sleeping form beside him. He looked at his hands. They were wet. Shane rubbed his eyes; they were wet as well. He couldn’t get out a noise for the life of him, but he felt the urge to scream, to cry for help. It’s wasn’t the first, nor the last time this had happened, he was sure of that. Every time he thought he’s got it figured out, that therapy was working on him, he came back to those dreams. Dreams that enabled his fears. Those fears made him want to grab a six pack of beer and drown himself in it, hoping by sunrise he won’t remember. He wanted to, but he also didn’t. He couldn’t. How could he. He didn’t want to fail…but it was so unbearable, so hard to endure this pain alone.

Shane pressed one of his palms on his mouth, muffling the weak sobs coming from deep within. Tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting his hands. The last thing he wanted was to wake up his love. He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. He was paralysed, his tears disabling his body from any autonomous action. He sat like that for a minute, his wife still fast asleep next to him, not a clue at what was going on with her husband.

He felt like such a burden. He was a failure. Maybe she should have shoved him down that cliff when she had the chance to. At least she wouldn’t have to keep up with his bullshit then. No one would. Neither Marnie nor …Jas…

The thought of disappointing Jas like that brought back the feeling in his body. It felt awful, everything prickling and stinging as if he was perforated by a million tiny thorns. Pained, he was able to get up, slowly but steadily, silently sneaking past her out the door. Once Shane closed the front door, he inhaled as if he was with his head underwater. Deprived of oxygen, he couldn’t but breath uncontrollably, some tears still forming. They were salty…and bitter. As he didn’t know what to do, he went to the dock at the lake. That’s the place he always picked when he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Away from people that might got hurt because of his negativity. His demons were his problem alone, no need to force him onto people he loved too much to ever hurt. He shivered, looking down the dock into the depths of the dark blue water.

“Sometimes I wish I could just jump in and just….sink to the ground. Soundly existing at the bottom, no noise, no air to waste on thinking bad thoughts…

Shane sobbed again, now having a harder time to keep quiet.

“I just…why can’t I just be happy for fuck’s sake !? I just want to be happy, I just want to be a good husband, a good father to Jas!“

He cried profusely at the words he spoke. He looked at the lake into his own reflection. He looked at his sad eyes, his unkept beard stubble, the hair that desperately needed a trim . His eyes were so tired and miserable. The once so strongly green eyes now had a grey cast over them paired with that glistening of someone who had endured too much in their life. The torture his soul endured over the years reflects onto them.

c Rather smallish compared to his broad, chubby frame. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it. He didn’t want her to deal with him like this, he asked her too much already.

“Take a moment to think of just, flexibility love and trust~”

She began to sing in a soft tone, quietly and a bit raspy, but it felt like the most beautiful sound to Shane.

She came closer, seating herself next to her husband who sat at the dock, legs dangling off over the water. She took his head and leaned it near her chest, one arm wrapped around him, stroking his arm tenderly.

“Here comes a thought, that might alarm you~ what someone said, or might harmed you~”

Shane started to well up again. His head resting against her soft chest, easing into her loving touch. She slowly rocked from side to side, singing to him silently. She didn’t judge him, she didn’t ask anything. She was just there, being who she was and doing what she knew was best for her husband at that very moment.

“And, oh, you're losing sight, you're losing touch~

All these little things seem to matter so much~

That they confuse you~

That I might lose you~”

Through his wife, Shane has learned to love watching cartoons with her on lazy Sunday mornings when they decided to stay in a little longer before heading out on the farm. He thought it was “lame children’s crap” he’d only endure for her sake, but he ended up falling for those short episodes full of madness and bliss. It reminded him of a time he didn’t get to experience much as a child. Being carefree, allowed to just experiment and explore the world. He only knew that from when he spent his summers at aunt Marnie’s, right here at the lake.

One thing about those days stuck with him immensely. It was that one show about a boy who had to grow up too fast, to sort out the mess his parent left him with. It comforted him to know that he’s not alone in this battle, despite that other person being fictional.

“Take a moment, remind yourself ~

Take a moment and find yourself~”

This very song she sang so lovingly to him reminded him of those Sundays, the time he could just lounge on the couch with her, watch tv, eat cereal and cuddle her to death. Her head on his chest as they are together, being mostly on top of him, relaxing even more feeling his strong heartbeat. He felt at ease when she was near him like that. He disliked to admit it, but he loved to cuddle with his loved one. It reassured him that not everything is bad.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok~

We can watch, we can watch, we can watch them go by,

from here~”

She leaned down to Shane who was curled up leaning on her chest. She gave him a loving, lingering kiss onto his dark hair, her free hand taking his. Shane’s heartbeat got slower, his crying a little less. He felt his adrenalin levels lower as he felt himself becoming sleepier by the second she rocked them soothingly.

As she sang all there was to her little song, she hummed the melody repeatedly. The vibrations of her low voice trembled against Shane. There was no place he’d rather be than right there, at the lake, by her side. He was embarrassed at her having to comfort him like that, as if he couldn’t do that for himself, but he didn’t have the heart, nor the willpower to reject her in moments like this.

“Shane-“, she said quietly. His gaze finally meeting hers. She looked into his eyes, those puffy, swollen ones, still glistening from tears. He looked sheepishly, she on the other hand gave him the most tired, yet loving gaze he has ever seen on any other human being.

“It’s ok to ask for support, you know I love to help you”.

He felt uncomfortable answering her. Everything about his breakdowns was embarrassing to him, at least when he drank he didn’t remember them.

“You don’t have to say anything, my love”.

She wiped the remaining tears off his cheeks; it made him blush a little. It always did, even after all this time together.

“I-“, Shane spoke for the first time since his awakening. He exhaled strongly.

“I want to be a better person and finally find my happiness, I want to have that life and share it with you…”

She blushed at his kind words, still listening attentively.

“B-but I-I can’t beat those thoughts creeping in on me. I wish I could, I mean, I should be able to by now, after all this therapy and-and you a-and”.

His look grew concerned as he didn’t know how to articulate his thoughts. It was in the middle of the night and he was dead tired. Shane felt how she squeezed his hand tightly, reassuringly. He gathered his thoughts once more.

“I’m sorry you have to put up with this. You deserve so much better”.

She looked at him, almost teary-eyed. Shane couldn’t but also feel new tears forming around the corners of his eyes. Seeing her sad felt devastating.

“Shane, YOU deserve so much better. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to be loved. You deserve to be loved by me as well. I WANT to love you”.

He gulped visibly at her words.

“If I could, I’d take those demons from you and burden myself with them so you wouldn’t have to fight like this anymore. It’s soul-crushing how you silently suffer. But let me tell you how it doesn’t stop you from being a wonderful human being. Y-you’re so kind and caring, I’ve never met a person as incredibly sweet underneath their shell as you are”.

“Oh stop it”, he said sheepishly, unable to keep up their eye contact. She let go of Shane’s side and cupped his face in-between her hands. Now it was inevitable to look at her. Her eyes were laced with tears that awaited to roll down her beautiful face.

“I’m serious when I say this, Shane. You are loved, you are deserving and you might be broken, but you’re still so god damn perfect that I can’t believe that someone as incredible as you even wants to spend their lifetime with me. You’re so funny and dorky, your hugs feel like sunshine on a gloomy day and oh god don’t let me start with your intoxicating laugh”.

Shane felt flustered. The feeling made its way right into his heart. It felt warm and comforting.

“You know, you just get me, you know when to be what I need. When I need your support, when I need room, when I need a good laugh at good-old Shane shenanigans-“, she paused for a second, Shane looking at her, a faint, small smile on his lips.

“I’m babbling aren’t I? What I want to get at is that… Shane, you keep saying how I deserve better, how you’re unworthy, but all I can see is an incredible soul inside an incredibly cute body”.

“Ok now you’re just buttering me up, love”, Shane chuckled in a low tone.

She smiled at him, also feeling a laugh coming from inside.

“It’s nice to see you smile again.”

Shane looked at her adoringly, now leaning her against his broad chest, caressing her sides and stroking his rough hands over her delicate skin. She eased into his soft, warm body. She couldn’t believe how enamouring her husband was as she brushed her own hands over the hair of his arms.

“You never had a real family, your parents respectfully started a new life without you in it, you lost the only support system you knew and took in their daughter to raise her as your own”.

Shane frowned at her re-telling of his life story. He didn’t like to think about it too much. What was she getting at. He felt like drinking again, but he decided he needed to go through this sober, not that he had any other chance.

“You have so much weight on your shoulders, and yet you changed your ways and want to be there for the people in your life, it’s incredible”.

All of a sudden, he couldn’t just listen to all this praise. He knew it was meant well, but his insecurities told him it wasn’t deserved. He just blurted out what his head told him.

“You are telling me all these sweet things, b-but yet we sit here, at Yoba knows what A.M. and talk about my stupid alcoholic bullshit behaviour. There are other people who had it way worse and they still manage to…”

He trailed off, he didn’t know what he wanted to get at, he just felt the need to tear down all those kind words his wife had told him, words that felt true to her.

She kissed him on the lips. They were dry, but hot. Her touch cleansed his mind from all the negativity in his brain, even if it was for just one second.

“And you know what? “, she said with a bit of sass, “I am moody as hell, my long hairs are EVERYWHERE in our home, I keep forgetting to feed the chickens, 90% of the time I reek of monster guts and the most disgusting sweat smell of all history and I’m a horrible blanket hog. Not to mention that I am extremely emotional and literally cry all the damn time as well as I love to moan about literally yoba and the world when I feel like it”.

Shane began to laugh.

“But that’s what makes you so real and you.”

“Exactly”, she exclaimed.

“And your traits make YOU real, Shane. Everyone has their little quirks and that’s what makes them human. I don’t expect you to be happy-go-lucky all the time. I want you to be real and honest and speak your mind…and just be there for me”.

Now Shane gave her a generous kiss on the cheek. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside as she felt his stubble scratch over her face. He started to pepper her with loads of kisses all over. She squeaked as he made his way down the crook of her neck. She squirmed under his lips and laughed uncontrollably

“Shane please s-stop I-I’m so tickli-ish“.

Shane smirked widely as he enclosed her in his arms to stop her from scooting away. She wiggled and giggled away, way out of breath when he stopped his shenanigans.

„This reminds me of the time we went here just two years ago. Also in summer”.

She was confused for a second as to which day he meant. They spent a lot of their free time at the lake as it was the place where they started to bond and form a friendship.

„Don’t tell me you don’t remember.“ He pouted at her goofily.

The frown on her forehead made it clear that she thought hard about what he was referring at, but then she knew. Her face turned bright red and she almost choked on her saliva.

„Oh my Yoba how could I ever forget that night”.

She kept her gaze on her lap, trying to hide her face behind her hand.

Shane also had flushed cheeks, seeing how she reacted thinking of that night they went skinny dipping. It was the night they were intimate for the first time. He was so shy about it and wanted to dip out of it before it even started. Shane isn’t the most confident man, and he was even less confident when they started dating. He panicked at the idea of her seeing his entire body without any fabric to cover it. Ever since he got injured and had to call the curtains on his gritball career, he gained a lot of weight. As a former six-pack owner, he felt embarrassed to have swapped it for a barrel. He was hairy and chubby and had rough, calloused hands from work, there was no way he could feel confident showing himself to a goddess like his love. But she encouraged him to do it, talking about how she thinks he’s the sexiest and cutest. They agreed on undressing each other one by one. Once they were fully bared, she shoved him in the lake, jumping right after him. It felt so raw how close they were, physically and mentally that night. It was the first time Shane felt truly loved.

“That night…I had quite the hickeys to hide from the town, you know”. She looked at him pretend-judgingly, nudging his arm with her fist. “And it’s not easy to do that when you sweat like a pig from working”.

“You think you had it bad?”, Shane exclaimed, “I had to explain to a 5 year old girl what bit me on the shoulder. It took a lot of imagination to think of a good story”.

They both laughed, then they shared a prolonged gaze before closing the distance between them. Shane sighed in contentment when holding her close to him while kissing her lips.

After a shared, sweet moment of silence, she drew her lips away from his, placing her index on them instead.

“It’s quite late now, and I’m probably just as tired as you are…let’s go back to bed”.

He nodded in silence, taking the hand she had placed on his lips to kiss it gently.

She held out a hand for him to grab and helped him stand up in the dock. Shane looked at the deep blue of the lake once more. The ground of it wasn’t as appealing to him any longer as his mind was akin the calm after a storm. The only reason he’d want to be down there was to pepper kisses all over the wet body of his beautiful wife while holding her close to his heart.

When he looked back at her, she squeezed his hand once more before leading them back to the farm. Shane had to think of his dream, less scared and distanced from the emotions he felt in that moment. His wife knew how to calm him, to nurture his soul so lovingly like a mother nurtures her new born baby.

“She’d be a great mom, not just to Jas”, he thought to himself, but that was a conversation for another time.

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Thanks for stopping by and reading my little story. I need more angsty and fluffy Shane on the internet >-< I'll post it on AO3 as well.

If you want to check in on future fics, here's the link to my AO3 account:

[drawbabycrybaby]

My farmer Celia and Shane for a Valentine's Day draw I did ❤️❤️❤️ my baby 😭❤️

[azritesx3]

Touch Starved - Shane&Cassie

Description: Due to what happened to him in the city, Shane decides to close himself off from the rest of the world. He was one step away from completely shattering, and he didn't want to let anyone in just to disappoint them in the end.

And he was doing just fine in keeping up this facade, until she moved in.

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FebuWhump2023 - Day 1: Touch Starved

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A/N: Hello! I try not to make goals for myself for the new year since I cannot seem to keep them…but I want to get back into writing. One random day I came across the "FebuWhump2023" challenge on Tumblr and thought…why the hell not? I have no idea if I'm writing a "whump" fic correctly…but I'll just roll with how I'm feeling and try to remember "whumps" aren't supposed to be "happy happy joy joy" and it's ok to let my evil/dark side out.

AO3

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The spring season was finally in full bloom. Wild animals started emerging from their months-long stay in their dens. Birds flew and sang almost non-stop throughout the day. The wildflowers bloomed and the trees grew back their leaves. Everything came back to life in the spring.

And Shane hated it.

Every spring reminded him of how he came to be in this situation. How years prior his life was falling apart while the earth came back to life. Now he was back in the valley where he spent the majority of his childhood. A place that now held his only good memories, though those memories were soured with the lifestyle he chose to live. 

It's incredibly difficult to stay closed off in a place that was so small and the people in it so caring. Especially now that she's officially moved in.

It's 7 pm now on a Friday night. Most of the villagers have all trickled in by this point. Shane's made it a habit to watch them from "his" spot at the dark end corner of the bar, fireplace and Gus's wood-carved bear statue behind him.

Cassie Nova, the new owner of Universe Farm, walks into the saloon. Gus and Emily warmly greet her, as well as the other patrons nearby. Shane grunts and rolls his eyes as she greets them back. She walks up to Gus to place her order, then sits at the bar and idly chit-chats with Emily while she waits. Shane sulks as he watches them chat, and various other villagers come up to chat with the new girl in town. Just like everyone else, the new farmer was touchy too. Light touches on the shoulder, small pats on the back, and feather-like touches on hands at some funny joke.

It infuriated him. Contrary to what he's now made himself to be, Shane used to be just like them. Funny how one experience can change a person, break a person. He still craved small affections like that but continued to force himself to push everyone away. He can't let himself be hurt like that again. It may just very well end him, and he was already hanging on by a very, very, thin thread.

The hardest person to ignore was his niece, now turned God-daughter. But he does it. He hates himself even more for it, but continues it.

Who knows how long he has left anyway. Best not to give the girl hope only for it to be crushed…again.

Movement on his left peripheral brought him back from his thoughts. He looks and starts at the sight of Cassie placing her food and beverage down next to him. She looks at him and gives a half smile, "This seat taken?"

She's just barely sat on the stool and it's already too much for him. He feels like he's physically burning in the heat that her body is radiating next to him. He musters up as much of his coldness as he can trying to stave away the heat in his cheeks, which seems to be unsuccessful.

"Fuck off." He mumbles, clutching his beer and staring hard at the wood bar counter. He can feel her stillness, lasting only a second before she gives a humorous huff. He looks back at her with a questioning stare. He watches her move her plate and drink one spot over to the left and sits down. One bar stool between them.

"Alright alright." She says before giving him a soft smile with concerned eyes, then focusing on her meal.

Shane cracks a little bit more inside and returns to his drink. He knew keeping this up was going to be difficult, but now with her here it was going to be damn near impossible.

He may just die from the struggle alone.

[georgichan]

Oh boi look it's the next chapter of my fic. If ya fancy a bit of Shane x farmer feel free to take a read. To read from the start, click here Also taking requests here, but feel free to message me on tumblr as well <3

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[phoenixkaptain]

I love Stardew Valley and I love the community and I love how we all bond over pixelated chickens like we’re seventy-year-old women bonding over grandchildren- - -

But I get so annoyed with the character hate, like!!! All the characters are great!! All the romance-able characters are great!! I keep getting recommended videos about the bad parts of characters and I just want to scream!!

Penny: lovely. Charming. Kids are a big part of dating her because she teaches kids, of course she’s going to react a bit badly if you hate children. She is trying to teach kids so that they don’t have to have the same life she and her mother do, why do you hate this woman who is just anxious?

Shane: lovely. Charming. Perfect. “He still drinks after we get married, which ruins the whole story” NO. No. Shane is an alcoholic, and a severe one. If he quit cold-turkey, he would fucking die. “Harvey pumped his stomach” HE WOULD DIE. And I don’t care that my husband is messy, he has his own room and I don’t have to go over there!!

Maru: lovely. Charming. She hates working. She loves working on machines. She thinks about machines to build for you to make life easier. She’s adorable. She has a complicated relationship with her brother and I want to help them fix it goddangit because I love fictional siblings.

Elliott: lovely. Charming. An artist. He only leaves his home for like four hours a day. I can really relate to the desire to shave off all of one’s own hair. I feel that in my bones. Also, is friends with Willy and I fucking love Willy so A++

Leah: “she’s a lesbian” She’s fucking bi stop erasing bi rep in Bi Rep the Video Game

Sam: he’s a musician and a skater. This is what the perfect man looks like.

Emily: just the most charming. She has a complicated relationship with her sister because she takes care of her. She works at a saloon, how can someone not love a literal saloon worker? She’s crazy, she’s wild, she’s a flower child, I’m in love with her

Harvey: glasses. Doctor man. Occasionally puts on headphones to not so subtly hint that he doesn’t want to talk to you. This is what the perfect man looks lik-

Abigail: I don’t see a lot of people complain about Abigal, but I’ve seen a few and it just feels like- you guys love Sebastian so much but don’t like Abigail? What type of double standard is this?

Alex: everyone always says not to date him if your playing a female farmer, but honestly, his dialogue only cuts out parts if you play male. Like, he still says he felt different about you from day one even if you’re playing as a girl. The character affected the most by your gender choice in regards to dating Alex is George, and if you’ve already befriended George, he’ll apologize for being mean about your sexuality when he never even said anything mean about your sexuality, which is kind of funny

I never see people complain about Haley or Sebastian, which is fair, because Haley has a cute character arc and Sebastian loves frogs (this is what the perfect man lo-) My only problem is that people praise these two but rag on everyone else when I feel like all the characters are balanced pretty evenly in terms of good-bad traits.

Which trait is which is dependent on the person playing the game anyway, so when someone like me plays, I can’t help but find the characters perfect because I’m very forgiving when it comes to fictional characters’ undesirable traits. I mean, my favourite trait of all is stupidity, pure and unbridled, I’m talking facepalm-inducing, groan-worthy, the type of character people complain about the most; the type of stupid that makes people stop enjoying things. How can I dislike these characters who are cute and a bit awkward and so ready to bed the first hot farmer they come across even when that farmer sifts through their trash and passes out three steps away from their own house and drinks mayonnaise and would eat hay given half the chance. Like come on. They’re all moron-sexual. I can relate to that.

In conclusion: your favourite bachelor and/or bachelorette is as wonderful as you think they are and screw the people who try to tell you otherwise. The characters are great because they appeal to different people. Enjoy the game and enjoy the dating and I swear to God if I see another person say that certain farm layouts are bad because they don’t make enough money- the game doesn’t have a time limit! You can make as much money as you want! You could sell one sap everyday and nothing else and you would still be able to make it to however much money you desire to have. There’s not really a fast way to make ten billion gold, that doesn’t mean that the farm layouts you don’t like are bad and yes I’m ranting just because I love the slopes of the mining farm its layout is chamrjng and picturesque and provides a unique challenge to decorating and placing buildings and it’s actually the BEST farm layout because I just decided so and-!

Stardew Valley is a great game, 10/10 would recommend, and the new update is already great because I found carrot seeds and I like carrots :)

[shesalewa]

I came to Stardew valley hating on Eliot bc of his yandere mod. I also hated on Shane bc he was a drunk.

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If you dare try hurting these two I will absolutely banish you from pelican town.

Actually no, wait. I'll make you marry mayor Lewis.

Shane is trying. He's really tries, him getting anxious over jumping off that cliff is so human to me.

And Elliott??? He's surrounded by his fantasies, he speaks as if he comes from a book, and don't think, that you haven't read a book and went "I wanna act like that" bc Ik you did.

These two feels so human to me.

I may hate Harvey for his overpriced payment everytime he saves you.

But that one heart event with the airplanes makes him human to me, imagine wanting to be something so bad but you can't because of some human deformities.

And Sam??? People liking him over his new winter design??? Why are you suddenly switching? His sonic/phoenix wright/Goku hairstyle is what makes Sam, SAM. that mullet makes him feel different.

Sebastian? "If I disappeared would anyone even care?" Yes honey, your mom and your sister. Maru and you may not be close but she really cares.

Alex? Him growing up with an abusive father and being raised by said father made him the way he is, he may be misogynistic to female farmer, but then again what can you do about it? He was stuck with such a cruel man, his father's stains are bound to rub off on him.

As for Sam again, it's not just looks, his mom is obviously depressed. And he obviously had to take in the father role for Vincent, "I wanna be like my brother when I grow up!" You know damn well that Sam probably works so hard to make Vincent happy.

Shane again. He scolds himself and feels worse when you remind him that Jas sees him as a father figure. You can tell that he had his reasons to not jump off, he didn't want to be a bad influence to Jas, that's why when Jas hears him say he hopes he won't stay too long to need a plan Jas cries and he feels even worse. He really does care for Jas, and just like Sam, Shane plays a big role to Jas.

Elliot has big dreams. He's barely making ends meet in his little cabin, he writes and speaks in a really odd manner, but for All I know he doesn't sound like his speech is dignified, he's copying people in books, and that makes perfect sense.

These characters really feel alive to me. And it sucks they aren't real.

[jlushie]

Stardew Valley Masterlist!

Hello everyone! A lovely Anon asked me to make a masterlist, so that's the plan! I've never made one before, so please excuse if it's a bit messy! ^^;

I'll try my best to update it when possible! Enjoy!

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Various Love Interests: - When You're Sick {Elliott, Shane, Sebastian, Sam, Harvey, Alex} - General Fluff Headcanons {Elliott, Shane, Sebastian, Sam, Harvey, Alex} - What Their Family Thinks of You {Sam, Shane, Abigail, Emily, Penny, Sebastian, Alex} - Giving Them a Bouquet {Alex, Elliott, Shane, Sebastian} - "Would You Still Love me if I Turned into a Frog?" {Abigail, Sebastian, Sam}

Sebastian: - General Headcanons - Farmer Who Tries to Get Sebastian out of His Shell

Sam: - General Headcanons - Childhood Friends to Lovers Trope

Shane:

Harvey: - General Headcanons

Elliott: - General Headcanons

Alex:

Abigail:

Penny: - Fluffy Headcanons With a Female! Farmer

Maru:

Emily:

Haley: - General Headcanons

Leah: