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If y'all couldn't tell yet, I do got a favorite Lopverse! Farmer/Bachelor ship. ;w; <3

I've published the first chapter of my " Mega Farm " Stardew Fanfic if anyone would care to read !! I absolutely love the feedback and support !! ;w;

< Shane paired with a blind / deaf farmer Una Mochizuki 3

Shane ; " Talk about your opinions. >:(( "

Una ; " I . . . "

Shane ; " Come on. 👀 🍺 "

Una ; " I don't have any. :)) "

Made Shane and Una in BitLife, made them get married, have kids. Una passed away of a heart attack, so I continued the legacy with one of their sons. Shane moved on and remarried, and one of the sons quickly killed her. That is the ride or die energy I expected from my OTP. ✊🏻🤠

If I didn’t make a Shane x Una ship meme, what was really the point ? 🤷🏻🥂

Original template belongs to @elflion !! 💕✨🥂

So, we all know that for the most part people in Stardew Valley have jobs. But those who don’t like Haley, Abagail, Alex (he works at an ice cream stand in the summer that doesn’t count lol) Elliott, and Shane (once you marry him he stops going to work at JoJa Mart). I’m curious to know what you think these characters would enjoy doing for a living, or what they may have wanted to be growing up. I may have messed up and added a character who does have a job, or I missed a character that doesn’t and didn’t add them. Apologies if I did.

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Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane X (M!)Reader

Genre/type: Fluff.

Word count: Around 700. (feel free to request more!)

Author’s note: This was requested by @nihilistic-nik a while back - check it out on my Ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/

It's technically M!Reader but it's only briefly mentioned and is pretty much irrelevant.

Summary: A warm, comfortable morning with Shane, sheltered from the rain.

TW: Brief mention of nightmares.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45859960

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Cold rain. Warmth.

A rhythmic musicality commences, its origin being from the rain pattering against the windowsill to your left. The sooty grey curtain is slightly drawn, shielding your eyes from the brightness of the outside world, allowing you to fully immerse yourself into the comfort and warmth of your duvet; to prevent you from worrying about anything but the moment itself.

A stubbly arm extends from behind you, and snags you by the waist, pulling you closer. He grunts as though there is something stuck in his throat, his hoarse voice vibrating and his warm, beer infused breath warms the nape of your neck. “Morning…” he says with a rough yawn, and you sense that he is on the verge of drifting off into another peaceful slumber.

You turn to face him. It’s too dark to make out anything but his swollen eyes. Last night was a rough night for him; he has nightmares often, so he asked if you could accompany him. As his boyfriend, you felt obliged to agree, not only for his own benefit, but because you secretly love moments like these. Waking up and feeling the presence of the person you love.

The alarm clock resting on the cabinet beside you jolts with such vigour, it shakes the entire bedside table. It beckons you to release it from its duty, and you do so, your arm stretching out from the cosiness of your sheets, to aggressively whack the hell out of its stop button. You sit up, now awoken by your own force. You know you won’t be able to rest anymore, so you rise, but you feel a hand pull your wrist, but not aggressively…sweetly. Gently.

“Please…stay” his entire face is now unveiled from the constraint of the clean white sheets, revealing a tranquil smile. One that took you many months to weaken his guard for. One you would pay any amount of money for. One you would pay the world for.

“Wait…let me make breakfast first, i’ll bring it back here, yeah? Breakfast in bed.”

He responds, but only with a “mm”.

You get up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, a draft emerges from the chilled interior, making you shiver. You reach for the carton of eggs when you feel something being wrapped around your shoulders. Shane’s hoodie.

“I couldn’t wait. Sorry.” He says, running circles into your back with his palms. He takes a seat on the barstool at the kitchen countertop, and watches you as you make him eggs on toast.

You crack the eggs. These eggs were the ones that you and Shane had collected from the pen. It’s a good memory; you tripped over a hay bail and went flying into Shane’s arms. He laughed. He laughed…You’d never seen him so happy. So free.

You pour the yolk and the white into a frying pan, and fry it until the edges are golden and crispy. Using a spatula to raise the egg onto his plate, you serve him first. His eyes light up, but not because of the food being presented to him, but because of the smile on your face. Joy ricochets off the creases of your lips, and you feel tears form in the ducts of your eyes.

“What’s…wrong?” he asks.

“I’ve just… never been so happy.” You say.

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End author’s note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it <3

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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This but make it farmer Zoey and 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

*gently hands you my farmer!Zoey info and Shane headcanons and then offers to drop my lore on them, but really for Zoey*

Zoey Kilduff

Full Name: Zoey Elaine Kilduff

Age: 32 (as of Yr 1)

Height: 5’10”

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: Scottish

Ethnicity: Romani, Indonesian, Indian, Afghani

Farm Name: Solasta Farm

Main Produce: Cheese, Jams, Flowers, Wine, Fruit Tree Fruits, Peppers

Primary Choice of Clothing: Gothic and casual

Loves: Tropical curry, Pepper poppers, Green tea, Iridium bar, Topaz, Prehistoric Skull

Likes: All Eggs, All Minerals, All Flowers (except Daffodil and Dandelion)

Neutral: Hazelnut, Ginger, Maki Roll, Holly Leek, Truffle, Clay, Seaweed

Dislikes: All Mushrooms, All Geodes, Cave Carrot, Pine Tar, Spring Onion, Qi Fruit

Hates: Mayo

Bio:

Daughter to a boxing legend and a late dancing queen, Zoey Kilduff virtually had to raise her younger siblings herself despite being the eldest triplet. Their father was not one to exactly get physical with his triplet children, but he does get in their head too much to the point of them developing serious anxiety and self esteem issues. Her father owned an MMA/Boxing club in Zuzu City, and every day after school, Zoey and her younger siblings would go to workout and train, sometimes going into the late hours.

Zoey never could remember much of her mother, except that she would protect her and her siblings from their father until one night she disappeared.

The only time Zoey ever recalled good moments was when her uncle would sneak the triplets out to a gridball game or a rock concert. Zoey and her uncle were close enough that she would end up calling him her “dad” later on, and so did her siblings.

Things only got worse, though, when her father decided to enter her in a series of boxing matches as a teen illegally by lying about her age. Zoey still had an impressive record, but she would come to school with multiple bruises and cuts, prompting school officials to question her about her home life. Zoey felt anxious to tell the truth, but she did what she believed was right. However, she was (supposedly) proven wrong by her father later that week.

Her father would not speak to her except for when he trained her, but he was much harsher on her than he would be towards her two other siblings. One evening, he would take her on a drive, just him and her, and have a “talk”; which was code for “not good, not good”. The drive was anxiety inducing for Zoey, and before she knew it, the “talk” turned into a shouting match between them.

The last thing the both of them could remember was a sudden flash of bright beams and a the sound of a truck horn.

Zoey woke up surrounded by her siblings, uncle, and grandparents as well as police. She could barely remember what had happened up until the wreck, but with what she could remember, her and her siblings’ father was finally arrested for various charges and would lose custody of the triplets and be left with their uncle. At the cost of being free from their father, Zoey was left a total arm amputee due to how bad the wreck was.

After much rehab, therapy, and support from her loved ones, Zoey and her siblings were able to finish high school, and eventually go on to graduate college. Though while the younger siblings went on to pursue their respective careers, Zoey had difficulty finding proper work and eventually settled for something calmer, thus landing her at a corporate office job with Joja Corp. At first, this was a great opportunity for her to find some sort of peace and calm for her going forward in life, it was definitely the most boring and tiring job for her until she realized this was not what she had in mind for her life.

Sure she was able to find more therapeutic alternatives like skull paintings, but living out the rest of her days sitting in a cubical?

That was until early in her thirties did she receive a letter from her dying grandfather that he had left her a huge inheritance: the old family farm Solasta Farm.

Once she realized this was a new chance at a second life, Zoey quit her job at Joja Corp, and quickly moved to Stardew Valley, truly giving herself a second chance at a new life.

Now if only she could get a chance to befriend a certain town drunk…

Fuck it, I had to

(Shane x Farmer ficlet inspired by Any Other Name by Thomas Newman from American Beauty)

The aching in her heart as he shouted those words only grew as the words were simply lost in her.

Zoey knew he was not the most perfect boyfriend, but damn her if she still saw him as someone who truly cared for the people around him. She would know that just by personal experience herself.

But, Yoba, why did it still hurt?

A metallic hand raised hesitantly, no words still spoken from her, as the tears welled in her eyes, clouding her vision the longer he stared at his huffing and crying form.

“Nothing!? Yeah! Th-That’s exactly what I thought! N—Nothing you could ever say can make me- *hhh*- make me believe someone- *hh* *hhh* -someone as good- a-and sweet as you are could ever love a fuck up like me!” Shane continued unable to control the tears and raw emotions coming from him.

It was killing her inside that he was saying all this— and yet there was not one ounce of alcohol in his breath. It was just one of the many ugly sides of depression he had been dealing with for so long.

“And ya know what!? I could give less of a shit- *hhh* -i-if you really do end up leavin’ me like any other rational person in my life! Y-You don’t *hhh *hh*- You don’t need someone as fucked as I am!” he continued on. “Push me aside! Leave me out like trash! Forget about me! I don’t care what you do! Just—“

A metal hand cupped his face ever so tenderly, thumb brushing away heavy tears rolling down his face.

Zoey had him look her in the eye as she got him to calm down for only a moment before the words she wanted to say finally came out.

“… Chi mi thu, a ghràidh,” she whispered sweetly. “Chi mi sibh uile… An’ I would nae ‘ave wanted tha’, either way.”

Hearing his girlfriend speak Gaelic after realizing what she said just broke him.

She cared not for his past, not for his demons, but for him. She wanted him to get better. She knew what a shitty person he was, and yet here she was still by his side.

Because she truly did love him.

It broke him.

It broke him, and he didn’t want to let go of her now; even as he held her tightly bawling into her shoulder. Her words only made him regain that sense of comfort he had long forgotten, that calming effect that eventually grounded him once more.

There was hope for him; he needed to be the one to take charge of himself and be the better person for himself.

have a little of Shane angst bc I need a way to express negative feelings and there's nothing better than to draw a drunk and chicken obsessed man from a farming game suffering a bit

Okay not to be overdramatic or anything (and knowing these can’t even happen in the game but let me dream)

But hear me out on this:

My farmer OC Zoey going into Skull Cavern and losing track of time (as we all do) before running into a hoarde of skeleton soldiers, fighting them all off as best as she can until she realizes she can’t even feel or move her right arm then sees is on the floor of the cave

After escaping the cave, clinging onto life and her now cut off arm, she uses her totem to get back to her farm and rides on her horse as fast as she can to the hospital, going in and out of consciousness in the pouring rain before getting there and banging on the door, calling out to Harvey or Maru. She’s begging for someone to open the door but is slowly getting tired from exhaustion, pain, and blood loss until she does actually pass out in front of the hospital before Harvey spots her in the dark

Several hours go by and people are in the Stardrop, Shane getting to his usual spot, and notices Zoey wasn’t dropping by to annoying (much to his disappointment). However he does wonder where she actually is and, internally, it’s freaking him out; but he doesn’t like other people to know he’s got a thing for her

He then overhears Pam, Gus, and Emily talking about Zoey, at first not knowing it is her they were talking about

Then he hears the dreaded phrases he didn’t think he would hear again after the passing of Jas’ parents:

“Zoey’s in the hospital in critical condition.”

“She’s in rough shape.”

“Wonder if she’ll make it through the night.”

Man completely drops everything and runs to the hospital, not caring that his body’s not used to the action after so long of not doing any kind of running.

‘No! No! No no no no no! Not again! Yoba, no, not again!’

He bursts into the hospital, there’s actually the rest of the town gathered by the door to the actual hospital rooms. Everyone is muttering to themselves, worried for Zoey’s condition, as they are for Maru and Harvey. Shane can feel his heat pounding in his chest, his throat tighten, and his eyes water as he yells out for Zoey and run through the crowd. He’s pushing and shoving everyone out of the way to get in the room, all while still calling out to Zoey

And then once in, much to everyone else’s dismay, he feels as though his heart and soul shattered into billions of pieces at the sight before him

Zoey lying in bed fighting for her life, Maru using a resuscitation bag, and Harvey doing everything he can to stop the bleeding from her arm that was cut off

He says nothing at first but once he took a step forward everything came crashing and he screamed out for her, running up to her bedside while poor Harvey had to push him away as he worked on her. Eventually, Gus and Clint had to pull Shane off of Zoey with him crying out to her again and again, begging for her to live, wanting her to live

Marine had to come in to try and calm him down as they moved to the hallway, but Shane was such a mess from the sight he was inconsolable, sitting on the ground, face in his hands, and nonstop tears falling into the floor

It was the moment he truly let the town know he really did love Zoey more than he ever expected

Shane then refused to leave the hospital until she was well enough to at least speak, battling the idea of heading back to the saloon for a drink despite his ongoing sobriety treatment. There’s even a night out two Harvey caught Shane sleeping in the bed with Zoey just holding her and occasionally crying into her hair

He wants her to wake up.

Please, Yoba, for once, let her live

For him

the concept of the farmer being a literal anomaly to the townspeople bc of their in-game features and add-ons will always b so funny to me. so heres a little silly doodle i made.

Just picturing Shane freaking out that there's a fucking dinosaur on the farm. Whilst the farmer is squealing, picking up the baby dinosaur like a dog/cat talking in their baby voice to the baby dinosaur utterly gushing over it.

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I'm Elouise, and I write fan fiction in my free time. My main project at the moment is a Shane x Female OC Stardew Valley fic, but I have a new multi fandom fic in the works that I'm super excited to share!

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