Shane Sdv - Tumblr Posts
shane stardew valley is a jake johnson character. you agree.
I know this make more sense with Sebastian, but I just had to do it with Shane
Original post:
In the middle of a phase where I have the need to draw but I don't have enough energy to muster a full piece so here's instead a sketch of Shane from Stardew Valley, the only man I will ever lay my life down in that game for and turn his life for the better. I wanted to draw him in swim trunks for the summertime plus I don't think wearing a full hooded sweater in the middle of the summer is a bold idea for anyone to make plus I also wanted to show that, yes, Shane is in an ex-jock phase and I wanted to clarify that to the few who still try and draw him like a toothpick
Also I want to believe he would wear Joja branded sandals for summer outings because in my own head canon the only stuff he has other than old jerseys are Joja products since they're dirt cheap and he more than likely just gets them from his job
My obsession with Stardew is growing stronger so I'm dropping another Shane post. This time, I finally mustered to make a full render of something! The composition is a bit scratchy but I'm happy to have drawn my favorite bachelor again
Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3
Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this
(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)
Warnings : Smut | 18+ | Hybrid Characters | Scenting | implication of ruts and heats | jealousy | thoughts about lactation & pregnancy | Sam Sebastian Alex Sh*ne | not beta read >v>
PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.
PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.
PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.
PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.
PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.
PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.
CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.
CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.
CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.
CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.
CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.
CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.
CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.
CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.
CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?
CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.
CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.
CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.
CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.
CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.
CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.
BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.
BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.
BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.
BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?
BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.
BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.
BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.
BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.
BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".
BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.
BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.
(I don't have a favourite what do you meannn)
Elliott as the Little Merman!
Headcanon: Elliott dresses up as merman Ariel to make Jas happy
Hey hope your having a great day!
I was wondering if I could request a story with Shane x Male reader? maybe just them slowly falling in love over time.
Thank You
-🐭
Hey, Anon!
Thank you so so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it a lot!
It turned out a bit long...so what I'm going to do is post it in 2 sections: parts 1, 2 & 3 and parts 4, 5 & 6. This is section 1. I'll link section 2 at the end :) [or you can just find it after this post].
Sorry for the complications! But I really hope you enjoy (and anyone else reading too!)
For my AO3 pals: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214880
To fall for someone. - Shane x M! Reader
Summary: On a dreary repeated day, Shane finds something that can finally make him feel free; or rather, someone.
Note: R/N means Reader's Name.
TW: Deep topics & alcohol usage, mild profanity
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Shane’s perspective throughout.
Part 1: A repetitive day meets a new end.
Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual.
Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.
The sky through the back windows, gloomy and grey, as are my own dull eyes; I watch the clouds swirl, threatening thunder.
I sigh.
A walk home in the rain; a way to dampen the already shitty mood.
One more minute until I finish my day - the day I have been living for an entire year.
It’s always the same; the shelves, the clock, the darkness. Everythings the same, and nothing has changed…I can’t stand it.
What’s the point?
The clock ticks 5:00 and I'm off. My bag, light due to being filled with nothing but empty beer cans, slumps over my shoulder as the automatic doors open reluctantly.
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Life is getting tedious. What’s the point?
If I have to wake up everyday and do the exact same shitty thing, every. single. day. Then why am I even here? I’m not helping anyone and I’m just a burden.
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I feel heavy. My bag is light but I feel heavy. Everything hurts.
I stumbled out of the saloon at exactly 11:00 PM.
11:00PM.
The same as usual.
Everything hurts and is heavy. As usual.
Looking up at the sky, I watch a solitary bird amongst the midnight black and I can’t help but wonder if that bird has a purpose too.
I can’t help but wonder if anything has a purpose.
And that’s when I see him.
Watching the same bird. The same sky. But smiling. I’ve forgotten how to smile, how does it feel?
I’ve never seen this guy before. Somehow…it feels refreshingly new.
Promising.
But why?
What’s the point?
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Part 2: Like a moth to a flame.
He sees me. And I feel warmth.
I don’t know how it's possible; I'm in my usual shabby, thin and lint ridden clothes, shivering, watching the sky, in cold, cold rain yet somehow…I feel warmth.
I shouldn’t want to find out, there’s no point. But somehow, a part of me wants to know more about this stranger, and the fire they started in my heart, whatever my heart is for.
Whatever my heart is for, it longs for them and I can’t deny it. I’m alone in the rain with my consciousness, but then they are here, with me, and my emptiness, even my hidden sadness, and I can’t help feeling like I want to know more. To feel more. More warmth.
“Ahem. You’ve been staring for quite a while.”
I ruin everything. Of course he’s going to run away and maybe it's for the best.
“At the sky, I mean. But, I guess you've been kinda spacey around my face region.”
This man. He laughs and a blazen passion is sought in my heart.
“Oh…uh…yeah.”
As my only comfort, I bring my hands to my pockets, hands quivering as frostbite makes its way up my fingertips to my palm.
“Nice weather we’re having.”
I can’t respond… It’s meant to be funny, and I'm meant to laugh, but I haven’t laughed in ages…whatever ‘ages’ is, anymore.
“Not into sarcastic jokes? Huh…kay’. Got it…how about…dad jokes? You seem like you like them.”
My only response is a grunt as I turn my back to him.
He’s trying to cheer me up - he’s too sweet for me. Hurting someone sweet would only make things bitter and worse. For the both of us.
I distinguish the flame in my cradling mind and heart, and go home.
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Part 3: Why does the sun come out every morning, and the moon to shine at night?
Waking up is difficult, but not impossible. I’ve done it for years.
I need to work. It’s the only way I’m useful.
What’s the point?
I don’t know, but today is no different. I put on the same clothes and head to work.
Well, I tried.
There he was. Outside the house, sleeping on the grass.
“What on earth are you doing?”
I watch as he wakes violently, confused and drowsy.
“Huh? Oh…huh?”
“…” It doesn’t matter what I say or do. However, somehow, I care for him alot more than I have ever done for someone, especially myself. “Were you drunk last night?”
“Probably. And you, Mr. Handsome Hangover?”
I don’t need to hear more. I shouldn't put more effort into my curious care. Plus, I'm going to be late.
I turn my back once again and walk down the path. I can’t allow myself to think such things.
To my half-annoyance, I hear the sound of footsteps.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“To work. Now go away.”
“What if I said no?”
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There he is. In front of all of the staff, including me of course, introducing himself.
Why.
“Hello! Nice to meet you, and pleasure to be working with you.”
The staff here aren’t the nicest of people so they disregard his warm welcome and immediately shuffle off to work. I don’t blame them. I know what its like working in a corporate shithole for years.
We’re here for work, not for pleasantries.
I’m just about to join them, when he approaches me.
“Sup. That was a surprise, wasn't it!” he holds his hand out to shake, “well, as you know, I’m (R/N)”
“I don’t care, go away.”
I do care. I really do. I just can’t be bothered for a relationship of any sorts. Its enough having to maintain one with Jas and Marnie. I just…can’t.
They are already concerned and I don’t want to be a burden to anyone else.
“Oh, yes you do! You stared at me for a good five minutes before you ran off.”
“Stop.”
I begin to distract myself with the shelves I am so familiar with. I can hear the silence and vacancy of this new…bothersome man.
Looking over my shoulder, I notice he’s hard at work. Huh. Quite surprising. Not completely. People like him are very strong. Mentally, that is. They can put their mind to anything and get it done just fine. I guess one of the things he put his mind to was socialising with me, nobody. I wonder why.
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“Huh? Oh, cause’ you seemed lonely.”
What’s a better place than the saloon to coincidentally meet someone you’ve been trying to avoid and ignore all day in order to save both of your sanities all at once.
And an even better place to make a fool of yourself by asking why he approached you the other night, especially when a little tipsy.
Lonely? Do I really look lonely? I never knew it was that…obvious.
“Oh.”
“And may I ask, why did you walk off that night?”
He says, leaning in, like the devil's temptation, a shot glass dangling seductivley at the tips of his fingers.
“Because.”
“Because?~”
“Because. Now let me be alone.”
“All right.”
Thank god.
“But just one thing.”
Ugh.
“What’s your name?”
I lost my nametag for work a while ago.
“Shane.”
“Nice to meet you, Shane.”
Why must it be that the warmth seeks my lonely heart instead of those who deserve it?
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Another lonely night in my cold bed. I can hear the wind howl, smell my unwashed odoresome sheets, taste the pungent biting liquor from tonight’s round and see nothing but the moonlight filtering through my tattered blinds.
I can feel the tears on my cheeks but It doesn't feel like I'm crying.
I’ve forgotten what crying is, because I've done it so often. I’ve also forgotten the feeling of stopping.
One of my only escapes is the drinks.
I need another one, soon, before it becomes more than just a distraction.
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SECTION 2: PARTS 4, 5 & 6
Section 2: To fall for someone - Shane x M! Reader
Section 1 link (tumblr)
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214880
Part 4: A part of me wants a part of you.
Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual.
Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.
What’s not usual is the new guy. And what’s even more unusual is that ever since I told him to go away…he has.
Not even occasional side glances. Not one breath in my direction. I told him my wish and he respected it.
I kind of regret it.
I regret it.
It’s weird. He’s being weird and I don’t like it.
I could fix things, sure, but how? And why should i? Only because of guilt? Or is there something more to it that I haven’t noticed yet…
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“I thought you hated me! I thought…you found me weird. And hated me like everyone else.”
Back at the saloon and as drinks are spilled, truths are too.
Things are getting heated.
“I..don’t. That’s why…” I stumble and hitch on my breath, heart pounding from the weight of tonight's drinks.
Before I can say anymore, a sudden exhaustion holds me hostage against the table in front of me.
Muffled disruption rings in my ears as I feel my dead weight being hauled upwards. A heaving sickness swells in my stomach as I’m carried away.
My mind once again, alone, I fall into a daze. A murky, empty daze.
Am I dying?
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“He’ll be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Are you certain, Miss Marnie? I can stay and help out for a bit.”
“Well…since he’s been out for a while and looks like he isn’t gonna recover for quite some time…sorry to ask you this, but can you help out on the farm? If you have time, that is.”
“Of course. I am a farmer, after all.” I can practically hear the smile in his voice, despite only hearing half of what they are saying.
I have one ear open, the other concealed by my duvet.
It smells fresh. It smells new.
Moonlight is now sunlight. My clothes are warm.
I’m not dead. I don’t know how I feel, but I'm not dead.
My door creaks open. I can’t muster the strength to tell whoever it is to get out, so I pretend to sleep.
I don’t care who it is.
I don’t care…
“Shane…”
Marnie?
“I’ve brought you some fresh eggs for breakfast…”
I can’t lie, not even to myself; I'm hungry and my stomach is desperate for energy.
I turn slowly.
Behind Marnie, is the figure of someone I’ve come to recognise all too well.
(R/N.)
I know him, despite not knowing much about him. I know he’s considerate, I know he carried me here, and I know he plans to stay to do my farm work for me.
I want to know more.
“Here you go. Fresh eggs.”
Marnie leaves after placing them on the bedside table, but (R/N) stays.
He stays. He doesn’t know me well but he stays. I wouldn’t, if i saw someone as pathetic as me-
“Hey. You doin’ alright there?”
“Mm…”
“Alright, alright. I just came to say…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,”
I turn to face the wall, to hide my shame, and also the tears forming in the ducts of my eyes. Despite not knowing the difference between not crying and crying, I can still tell when it’s going to refresh my old tears.
“Why are you sorry? You did nothing. It’s my fault.”
“I’m sorry because I shouted at you. I ranted and took it out on you, when you clearly were having a tough time too.”
“Whatever.”
“You are the one who has nothing to be sorry for, remember that… If you need anything, I’ll be helping out on your and Marnie’s farm. See ya.” He turns “Oh. And…I really do hope you feel better soon.”
And he’s gone.
But with him, he tugs my heartstrings.
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Part 5: I’m beginning to realise how serious this thing is: love.
A few hours that feel like years, and a few breaths in, I’m now awake.
Not sleeping, not fine. But awake and not sick.
I need to see how (R/N) is doing.
A steady walk to the farm, it’s not too far from the barnhouse I stay in.
Didn’t R/N mention he was a farmer…? I don’t remember there being a new farmer in Pelican Bay…
Then I see him. A silhouette of a farmer's glory. A lengthy shovel in one hand, the other wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
For some reason, my heart beats a little bit more than usual.
I trudge over the fields and make my way over to him.
“Oh! Hey Shane…”
Ouch. Awkward.
“Hey. I…wanted to…thank you.” I start.
“Huh? For what?”
“For helping me…you know. When I fainted? And…for taking my job on the farm.”
As though by instinct, I take the shovel from him and distract myself by completing my work, which he was doing for me. I shovel as he speaks
“Just helping out a friend.”
I pause.
“…You see me as a friend?”
“Oh shit. You don’t?”
“…”
I’m too bewildered to speak.
“Sorry. I misunderstood.”
“No… It’s fine... You carried me home. I appreciate that. We can be friends…I guess.”
“Really?”
“Don’t make me take it back.”
“Oh, shit.”
There it is. The warmth. He laughs and the spring chill no longer taints my skin.
“Shane…”
“What.”
“…Is it just me or do I get the feeling there is something…more…to this sudden ‘friendship’.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Nevermind. Don’t mind me.”
He takes the shovel from me and starts doing my work again. In a sudden snatch, I steal it back, planting it firmly into the dirt.
“What?”
“No. I misunderstood something, that’s all. I’ve just been getting this feeling…well, maybe it's just me. It’s fine. Whatever. Let’s leave it at that.”
“No. Go on.”
“Let me get to know you properly first, like i've been trying to do for ages, and then maybe I'll tell you.”
What a tease.
“Fine.”
“We shouldn’t go to the saloon again tonight. Even though it's the weekend, it doesn't mean you can get away with more beer and make your new friend worry again, now can you?”
“Shut up.”
“How’s my house?”
Shit.
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Shit indeed.
I’ve been invited to his house. Tonight. It seems like something that would be a date? But that's weird. We only just became ‘friends’. I only agreed because I didn’t want to run anymore. And a part of me knew he was helping with my other…issues too. If he can do it in a day, imagine his influence in more.
I have nothing to wear, not even a smile. Not even a fake smile.
I knocked once. In my scruffy attire, I knock.
Sweat runs down the nape of my neck.
Do I smell bad?
“Come in! It’s open.”
It's small, but homely. A spread of welcoming food is laid on a small table in the kitchen. Thank goodness there wasn’t the cliché of wine glasses and dimmed lights like you would have on a date…wait, what am I thinking. This isn’t a date. Probably never will be. Probably.
“Hey Shane! New buddy. New pal. New friend.”
I cringe. I can also sense some tension, and I don’t just think it's me.
“Sit, sit. I have food. Plenty for a lengthy ‘getting to know each other discussion’”
Why am I even here? I don’t even have an interesting life to share. To be honest, I’m here out of curiosity.
“So…Mr Handsome Hangover, how’s life?”
“That nickname…”
I practically scowl. It brings back memories of the day after the night we met. Not that it’s a bad memory, but it reminds me of how sick I was. And how sick I still feel.
“Fine. So. Tell me about yourself, and I shall return the favour.”
“…there’s nothing interesting about me.”
“Yes there is. I find it interesting that you always chose to stack the same shelves everyday. What is it that you like so much about canned beans?”
I think at this point he knows me better than I know myself,
I sigh.
“It’s just a habit since my first day, I guess. Maybe it’s because it's closest to the clock.”
“Ah yes, the clock. So you know when it’s time to get off work…I see. Well, tell me about what you like then? Apart from beer, eggs and possibly beans.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Oh. I see. Um…well, I'll tell you what I like at the moment then.”
“Tormenting and teasing me?”
“Close! I like this sweet little town I just moved into, and I like meeting new people. That’s where you come in.”
“I remember now. I like being left alone.”
“Ouch. Touché. Ever since I saw you on that gloomy day, I knew you were not one for conversation.”
“Yet you kept trying. Until you thought I hated you. Why?”
“…why not? Someone staring at the sky is bound to pique your interest, is it not?”
“Touché.” He makes a good point, I guess. I still don’t get it, but I’ll move on. “What made you want to move here and pick up farming?”
“The classic protagonist backstory of course…my grandpa died.”
“Oh. I’m…sorry.”
“It’s fine. I now take care of his old farm.”
“Wow. All by yourself?”
“Yep!” He adds in a wink: “Hopefully not for long.”
Gosh darn it, why does my heart choose the most inconvenient times to beat? I feel more like I'm dying now, than I did yesterday with my whole dizzy fainting moment.
“And what do you mean by that?”
“I don’t know. A farmer partner would be pretty cool. Moving on,” Wow, this guy knows how to keep the ball rolling in the right court, “Shane, what was your first impression of me?”
I realise just now that the food on the table has gone untouched, I signal with my eyes and we both simultaneously dig in, still engaged in conversation.
Oh my goodness, this food is the best I've eaten and I don’t know whether it's because I haven’t eaten since morning, or because of something else but dear gosh…
“I don’t know. Persistent. Annoying…” and in a last mumble, as though reassuring my thoughts, “interesting…”
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. What’s wrong with me?
“I heard that! You have an interest in me, eh?”
“No, don’t get on your high horse just yet. I said I thought you were interesting. Not…that.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah.”
Suddenly, the person I thought was so good at keeping conversation, has become quiet.
“(R/N) Do you have a family elsewhere?”
“My parents are in the big city.”
“I see.”
“Why’d you ask?”
“Just wondering.”
“Wondering, you say. Huh. Okay. Well, I’m just wondering…what do you think of my food?”
My heart skips a beat.
“You…made this?”
“Who else? You work at Joja Mart, you know the food there’s as shit as the management.”
“True. So…you like to cook?”
“Of course. A farmer has their own stuff so why not put it to use.”
“This food is great.”
“Why, thank you!”
“I didn’t say it was any more than that, don’t act as though you just won an award or something.”
“I never did such a thing.” smirking comes naturally for him.
“…what was that thing you said earlier?”
“What thing? Oh that? It’s nothing. I was just being stupid. Getting my hopes up.”
“Your hopes up? About what?”
“I’m somewhat…mildly…a little bit…attracted to you. And…you sorta gave me the vibe that you felt the same. You know, with all the staring. And the ‘go aways’ and blushing.”
“…I…”
“It’s fine. Forget about it. I understand.”
He’s done with his plate so he casually picks it up as he stands, seemingly to put it away in the sink.
“Are you done with your food?”
“Yeah, thanks.” I say. I can’t look at him. My heart hurts.
“Seconds?”
“No.”
“All right.”
With his back turned, my heart beat comes faster. I'm now left alone with my thoughts as he is no longer paying attention to me.
What did he mean by…attracted to me?
“(R/N.)”
“Hmm?”
A nervous hum tickles in his throat.
“What did you mean?”
“Oh, just my unrequited feelings for you. Nothing big. Let’s just drop it.”
“I think I feel it too.”
“What?”
“But we only just met.”
“What?”
He turns to me, gently dropping the dishes he was mid way through scrubbing.
“So…I’d like to get to know you better.”
“What?”
“I’d like to get to know you better.”
“What?“
“For pete’s sake, just give me seconds and tell me more about you!”
“So you did want seconds.”
My stomach gurgles.
Maybe just a little.
“I just washed the plates.”
“Ugh.”
“Fine. I have another. Bear with.”
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“Here we are again. The ‘talking phase’. So…how about you tell me what on earth is going on and the fact you just said ‘I think I feel it too’ when I was telling you about my feelings?!”
“…”
“…What? Cat got your tongue?”
“More like a (R/N.)”
“Smooth. But tell me, really, do you really, truly, ‘feel’ something for me?”
Do i? I do. I’m almost certain. A flutter in my guts, a warmth, a heartbeat faster than normal.
It's definitely something, if not indigestion, and it's something I haven't felt in a while. Especially not for another guy.
“Yes.”
“Cause’ if you don’t then I- wait…really?”
“Don’t make me say it again.”
I can feel a different type of heat rise to my cheeks now, and I hide it beneath the palm of my hand.
“I kind of wanna make you say it again.”
“Well I won’t.”
“Fine. Well, why did you wanna learn more about me?”
“Because we met two days ago, and we were both intoxicated.”
“So? We’re here now and we feel the same as we did that night. I think our meeting was fated. Like Romeo and Juliet.”
“They both die at the end.”
“So?“
“That's exactly the point. Listen..I'm not who you think I am. I’m a loser. I drink beer everyday to drown in my sorrow of a depressing repetition of the days, and everyone pities me to the point of isolation. You don’t wanna get mixed up with me. Leaving will hurt less than staying.”
“I don’t mind a bit of pain. I’m quite the drama king, after all. You can’t be that bad.”
“Well I am. This is why things won’t work.”
“It will, if we just try-“
“I better go.”
“Will I see you tomorrow?“
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Part 5: Where songbirds sing, hawks circle elsewhere.
Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual.
Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.
(R/N isn’t here). I’m glad but regretful.
Why do I mess up everything?
The door to the shop opens with a satisfied ring, but I keep my focus on stocking the shelves. Whoever enters that door, it doesn’t matter. Just like I don’t matter.
“Shane.”
Marnie?
“Shane.”
What’s she doing here?
“Shane!”
I jolt out of bed, in a heavy sweat.
What’s going on?
Marnie's concerned face towers over me.
“Gosh! You’re sweating buckets. Don’t worry. Hold still.”
She wipes my head with a wet cloth and the relief is almost instant. There's still a tang of heat on my body.
I’m sick on the floor in front of her. How humiliating.
“For explanation, (R/N) found you on the cliffside with a bit too many drinks, and you’d got sick from the downpour last night. He took you in, dear.”
(R/N)? See, he’s too kind. I don’t deserve this. I should just-
“Marnie? The herbal tea’s ready.”
I can hear him. He’s close. I need to run.
“Woah, Shane. Stay in bed.”
From hands in the hallway, she takes a tray with tea and hands it to me.
“For the hangover.”
I grunt in a thankful return and sip the tea.
But my mind wanders off, not to the bitter-sweet taste of the tea, but to the thought of (R/N) being so close. Yet so far.
“Can you get R/N, Marnie.”
“Of course, dear.”
And here he is. In my room. Again. Helping me,again.
I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this. I don’t-
“Shane. You're heating up.”
The cold touch of his hand to my forehead shocks me.
The colder the hands, the warmer the heart, they say.
“I’m fine…”
“No you’re not. Rest for a little. We can chat later, if that’s what you want. Okay?”
“I want to talk. Now.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea-“
“Before I met you. Everyday felt like a nightmare. A constant one. A never ending one… But then when I saw you looking at the sky, something clicked. I wanted change. And I think you're just perfect for that.”
“What are you on about? You sound like you’re delivering a main character monologue. I thought I was the protagonist here, not you…You're too feverish for a normal conversation-“
“I want to try. Being with you.”
“You're too sick to think…”
“I was thinking last night.”
“You were too drunk last night to think.”
“I was thinking in my dreams.”
“Wel, I can’t argue against that, but now that just sounds stupid, doesn’t it.”
“What I'm saying is that…you changed my life. Within three days. And without you, things got worse. I realised that last night. But…”
“But…?”
Before I can finish, the heat absorbs me, and I fall asleep once more.
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Part 6: A longing heart, a missing grave of stone.
Maybe it’s okay to trust my instincts. I should tell him today.
“(R/N). I have feelings for you.”
“Pfft. You think I didn’t know that? We’ve been on like 6 dates this month.”
“No. I’ve never properly told you,”
“We’ve literally-“
“Ugh. Just please say it back before I go back to my old ways.”
Part of it was a joke, but deep down, I know, without (R/N), I really would have.
“Are you seriously giving me a bouquet while threatening me with your past indulgences?”
“What? No…maybe. So, what do you think? Too traditional, handing you a bouquet?”
“No. It’s perfect. As long as it's not a mermaid pendant…”
He laughs and that warmth from the first day we met is still there.
I’m so glad I met him.
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Author's note: Thank you for reading! Feel free to leave comments/requests :)
Edit: I hate this art sm- why is it one of my top posts ;-;
Dear Farmer,
Last night, a Joja team member found you incapacitated. A medical team was dispatched to bring you home safely.
We're glad you're okay!
(You've been billed 400g for this service)
-Morris
Joja Customer Satisfaction Representative
I want to thank everyone so much for the support on my timeskip bachelorette art!!! Glad you were all excited to see the boys. Hopefully I didn’t keep you all waiting too long and hopefully I did them justice! Here they are! (and Krobus)
(Also. If you like these and want me to draw your farmer smooching their spouse, I can! My commission info is here)
He bought himself a plant, put it in the middle of the room, and now he stares at it all day.
The fact that people wanted to marry this depressed man more than a LITERAL WIZARD!!! is just insane to me
I mean, I'm not complaining!! I love my little malewife <3
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANE!!!!
Been playing around with some new art styles, and I had to make a sketch of my husband for his birthday <3
Shane doodle from last night because I wanted to
WORM SHANE
Grandpa be judging his granddaughter’s concerning taste of men even beyond the grave
(I know he doesn’t show up til later in the game, just let me be funny)
Working on a thing for Shane and farmer Zoey