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[tiredf-o-u-r]

Smoke Me Out, Please.

Sweet little one-shot where Shane and Male Farmer abuse substances and get together, my first post on ao3 OR read under the cut ;)

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane x Male Player

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Dubious (intoxicated) consent, alcohol, marijuana, accidental voyeurism, hooking up, frottage, oral sex, hopeful ending <3

Words: 8040

It started with a chance meeting on the pier. They went back to the farmhouse to continue the pity party.

They were sharing everything, Shane’s beers, the farmer’s weed, stories, memories, secrets, until they were sharing the couch, mouths intertwined. It was a shame, really. Shane had spent months burying his feelings for the farmer, no matter how small. He had put in so much work rejecting all his attempts at friendship, all to throw it away in one night.

He pulled back suddenly

“Ah, fuck!” Shane looked at his leg, where a lit piece of ash from the joint in the farmer's hand fell onto his bare leg.

“Shit…” the farmer ashes it properly, then puts it to his mouth again. Shane looked up at him, slightly annoyed, and matched his action by finishing the last swig of his beer. He leaned back on his hands and tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his hair out, sighing through his nose. When he dropped his gaze back to the farmer, even through how buzzed he was, he felt a pang in his heart, like he was crossing a moral line. If only it wasn’t so fun.

“How old dya say again?”

“…23”

Another sigh…

“God, if you’re getting this bent over a few years maybe you really are an old man. It’s not so bad.” The farmer said, amusing himself. Shane just scoffed.

“A few….a dozen….barely a difference at all, huh?”

The farmer took another puff of the joint and put it down so he could start crawling on top of Shane. He let his legs stay open, the farmer filling the space slowly until they were face to face.

“Don’t you want me?”

Shane’s eyes ran all over his face, and he swallowed. Caught out.

“Then what’s the issue…”

The farmer leaned up then, connecting their lips again. Shane leaned on the back of the couch, holding the farmer's face in his hands now and tilting his head to taste him from every direction. The farmer gave it right back, trying his damnedest to run his tongue all around Shane’s teeth, when he wasn’t pliantly accepting Shane’s sloppy, urgent kiss.

“Fuck, Shane…wanna touch you…”

The farmer said, when they pulled back for air. He was grabbing himself, clearly hard. Shane mimicked the move, slowly moving his hand to himself, to find that he was also hard. His eyes shut, lips parting as he gasped. Shane looked back up at his face, still trying to catch his breath from the suffocating kiss.

“I…you…” His hazy eyes flicked between the farmer’s. He looked cocky. It made Shane feel small, here on his couch, in his house, underneath him and completely at his mercy. It was a feeling Shane hated. Being treated like the little man. What he didn’t know was how much the farmer enjoyed it when he told him off. It made winning him over all the sweeter.

“Get the fuck on with it then.”

The farmer wasted no time throwing a leg over Shane’s, so they were basically scissoring, but it got the job done well enough; their clothed boners made contact. He let out an open mouthed moan out right against Shane’s mouth, and started grinding against him hard. The smell of beer on his breath made Shane groan and shove his tongue back in his mouth to get a taste. It was like all his vices were wrapped up in one perfect beauty, begging to have him. He let Shane suck on his tongue, only able to focus on the motion of his hips.

“Gaaaahhhuhhhhh… Shhaanne…don’t make me wait anymore…” the farmer slurred, sticking a hand down his pants to touch himself. Shane enjoyed the show for a moment: the farmer with his eyes closed, breathing hard, hand moving sharply under his pants, sweat pouring from his hairline. Shane sat up, holding the farmers face still with one hand, and licked from his jaw up the side of the farmers face and across his temple, licking his lips after to savor the salty taste. The farmer groaned in disgust, but cut himself short as he was being moved back by Shane’s hands on his hips. Then he was slipping his shirt over his head and laying him back on his back, the sleepy look on his face making Shane hesitate, realizing just how much drunker than himself he was. Shane looked over to the table, and plucked the joint up, puffing on it while he sat back on his knees. He slipped his hoodie off, and started unbuttoning his polo, looking over the farmer’s shirtless body as he took the last few hits off the spliff. It’s not…wrong…if they’re both fucked up, right?

The farmer let his eyelids hang heavy over his blown out irises. He was smirking as he watched Shane loom over him, checking him out and grabbing himself while he smoked. The farmer reached out his hand to stroke Shane’s arm, admiring the muscles he so rarely gets to see.

Shane flicked the rest of the joint away, and moved to continue undressing the farmer. He let him, and even got Shane to remove everything, thanks to the high in his head and dick overpowering his self-consciousness. Once that was done, Shane crawled over him, pushing their dicks together and resting his body weight into it, making them groan in unison at the heavy contact. Shane had his hands planted on either side of the farmer’s head, with the farmer’s fingers delicately holding onto his wrist. He rubbed his hips in a circle, gasping again, and looked down at what he was doing. He had expected something different from being with a man for the first time, but even while watching how his partner’s foreskin stroked over his dick at Shane’s motions, he couldn’t distinguish what was so different between the feeling of his soft skin or a woman’s as long as it was pleasing his dick. The farmer’s increasingly higher pitched noises helped him along. Shane looked back to his face to see it tipped back, sticking his jaw out and exposing his neck completely. Shane dropped to balance on his elbows now, thrusts becoming shorter and faster as he attached his mouth to the farmer’s neck mercilessly. He gasped out suddenly, and his arms flew to grasp at Shane’s back, nails digging into his back; holding on for the ride. Shane was sloppily running his mouth across the farmer’s neck, slobbering all over him and administering pinching bites randomly, drawing out whiny “ah“‘s from the farmer each time. Then Shane was moving down, attaching his lips and teeth to one spot just below the farmer’s collarbone, already bruising the thin skin. The farmer was panting hard and sweating harder, his dick losing contact with Shane’s as he moved down. He continued to grind their bodies together, feeling his insides flip even through the euphoric haze at the feeling of Shane’s hard, leaking dick rubbing against and in between his thighs. His own cock was pressed between them, rubbing against Shane’s soft belly, where the fat there was lovingly molding to the shape of it. His body hair added an interesting texture, something that made the farmer feel hot all over and finally lose patience. He put his hands on Shane’s shoulders and shoved him back, hard. Shane couldn’t help but let his absolute shock play out on his drunken face. Not only at the amount of audacity, but also strength needed for that demonstration; something Shane did not expect from this tryst.

“Fuck, enough, please, just…just come here…” the farmer pulled Shane up with his hands on his ass to align their dicks again. He spit into his hand, and held their dicks together in it, squeezing and then stroking, moaning loud in relief, shamelessly letting his eyes roll back. Shane had his hands pressing into couch again, holding himself up while he straddled the farmer. His mouth was wide open, panting and gasping as their arousals combined. The farmer threw his head to the side, chanting curses as he moved his hand faster and faster. Shane rested his forehead on the farmer’s head, panting right into his ear, and started to tremble.

“Th that’s it…just ah fuck that’s it…”

“Please…please…fuck…”

He started twisting his wrist more and more violently, until Shane cried out, hips twitching forward and muscles clenching as he shot ropes all over them. He kept moaning, getting quieter and weaker as he kept thrusting against his hand though his release. The edge of Shane’s shaking body, wetness from his release, and throbbing dick still pressed against his own brought the farmer to his end, all but growling out a dirty “fuuuuuuck, Shane.” He grunted as Shane finally went completely limp on top of him, head resting next to his. They stayed like that as they drifted off, unwanting and unwilling to break the dreamy atmosphere they created.

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When the farmer woke up in his bedroom, the first thing he registered was the throbbing pain in his head. Then the late morning sun rays warming his face - something he’s never slept in late enough to see. Finally, he rolls onto his back, eyes still closed, and realizes he is sharing the bed with someone. Shit….was only a matter of time….please don’t be someone in this god forsaken town… He worked up the courage to face the person he had forgotten spending the entire night with, taking in the dark raven hair on the back of the man’s head. Did it have a purple tint to it? Shane.

He inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. Fuck. It just had to be the one person he liked in this town, didn’t it? The farmer whispered,

“Are you awake?”

“…a bit”

The farmer sighed again. He couldn’t place how he was feeling about it all, but he had no intention of touching that now. There was really only one thing he wanted to do before he could decide anything else for the day.

“Sorry…I uh, gotta get up…”

He was getting out of bed, being sure to put the blanket back over Shane’s shirtless body, and started looking around the clothes on his floor for something to wear. Shane sat up on his side, still horizontal, eyes barely open, squinting at the farmers scurrying.

“What’s wrong?”

“Whatddya mean?”

“…sorry to keep you in so late…”

“No! No it’s…it was…I just have to get the daily chores done is all…”

Shane was sitting up more now, surprisingly alert all of a sudden, at the farmers apparent nervousness.

“I could help with the animals- I wouldn’t mind and it’s my f-“

“No, no, it’s…I was gonna do something else first, honestly.” The farmer rubbed the back of his neck, deciding that in his tired state he couldn’t keep up lying much longer- not to him. Shane was looking up at him in confusion, waiting for him to continue. The farmer sighed.

“Meet me outside if you wanna know.”

And he left the room. Shane flopped back down, trying to decode what the hell that meant. His head was beginning to throb; a near daily occurrence these days. It was making it harder for him to think about what the farmer's demeanor could mean. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and scanning the room for any clothes that were his. There were a lot of clothes around…and ashtrays.

When he got himself together and entered the front room, he noticed the front door was left open. He braced himself, and left the house, squinting at the harsh sunlight that hit his face. He started to smell cigarettes, so he followed his nose around to the small patio on the edge of the farm, by the fence. The farmer was there, sat down and leaning against the fence post, lit ciggy between his fingers. He flashed a sad sort of smile at Shane.

“Hey…uh…what’s up?” He said, trying to stay casual. He sat down in the grass, just in front of the small paved patch the farmer sat on. His gaze was cast down, his arms were wrapped around his stomach. “You doin alright…?” In all honesty, Shane was terrified of the answer the second he asked the question.

“I’m okay…this is just normal actually, heh…”

“…oh..?”

“I’m just really sick in the morning these days…” he was putting out his cigarette. Shane was watching the action, and couldn’t help but be reminded of how he felt in the mornings, even right now: like he could go for a drink.

Then the farmer was reaching behind one of the planter pots next to him, pulling out what looked like a yard decoration…or…a vase? Then he was pressing his mouth to the opening, and fiddling with something that was facing him. Shane could hear the lighter click, and some more noise until the farmer lifted his head, blowing smoke away from them.

Oh.

The farmer sighed, and took another deep drag, coughing hard after that one. Something about the bags under his eyes, the practiced ease in his actions, and the cough wracking his skinny body made Shane think that this has been going on long before last night. Then he considered the look on Marnie’s face when she sees him go into his room with another six pack for the night. He didn’t want to cause the farmer that kind of guilt - like someone was watching him take another step on his downward trek, unwilling to offer anything other than a helpless audience to their misery.

“Last night was uh..it was good for me, thank you for that…” The farmer started, carefully eyeing Shane’s face to gauge his reaction.

“Oh, uh, yeah…I…was starting to worry that I shouldn’t have let that happen…but um…I don’t regret it, only as long as you don’t…”

“I don’t regret it.”

“Alright then.”

Shane leaned back a bit, gazing over the property wistfully. Some part of his brain, however, was insisting that not only is it unlikely that this situation isn’t fucked, but also that it would of course be too good to be true. Someone he could talk with, drink with, and sleep with? That simply wasn’t Shane’s luck. He swallowed, looking down, deciding he needed to at least try to make sure.

“You wouldn’t say that if you didn’t mean it, would you? Because I wouldn’t blame you, really, and I wouldn’t tell a soul.” His stomach flipped shamefully, thinking about the farmer’s good reputation, and how badly he doesn’t want to fuck that up for him.

“…No, I don’t think I would. ‘M pretty sure I mean it.”

Shane considered his answer as he watched him take another hit. He coughed sympathetically, remembering the abuse his own lungs went through last night.

“Man…not feeling so great today either…buh…” Shane let his head hang, fingers coming up to rub his temples. When the farmer finished exhaling, he decided to offer his new friend the only coping mechanism he knew how to use.

When Shane looked up, the farmer had come closer to him, sitting right in front of him now, also on the grass. He was holding out his bong for Shane to take. He grabbed it, keeping the neck in his hand but resting the bottom on the ground; genuinely taking the object out of his friend's hand on instinct. It was rather heavy, and his arm immediately dropped when Shane relieved it. He just looked at the multicolored glass bong that was tilted up facing him, considering the offer. He bit the inside of his cheek, debating himself in his head. But when it really came down to it, all Shane’s degenerate brain could consider were two possibilities: leave, and drink alone until it’s time for work; or stay here, with the farmer, smoke his weed, and see where it takes him. He looked up at the farmer again. His eyes looked sleepy again, inviting. He wanted to meet him there.

“Gimme a light then.”

He scooted forward, closer to the farmer, hand high up on the neck of the bong, and watched him reach his arm out again to relight it for him. He lifted the bowl and Shane inhaled hard. The farmer enjoyed seeing Shane bent over holding something so lewdly shaped up to his mouth right over him like this; with the way his eyes were squeezed shut. He coughed out his exhale hard, making the farmer finally crack a grin. Sure Shane could outdrink him, but this was farmer’s territory. He lifted the still-lit bowl again, and Shane followed cue and took another hit, and tried to stifle another embarrassing cough. The farmer brought it to his own mouth then, taking a deep hit and exhaling to the side, watching as Shane sat back up, having caught his breath.

They look at each other hornily. The farmer’s eyes dragged across Shane’s body, lingering around the parts that felt the best under his hands. When his gaze reached his handsome face, he realized Shane was doing the same until they made eye contact. He looked back at the bong.

One hit left.

“Bout enough left for one more…want it?” The farmer offered. The relaxed timbre of his voice made it come out so effortlessly.

Shane relented, against his better judgment, and went to take the bong from the farmer's hand. Except, the farmer tugged it out of his grasp, and motioned for Shane to lean in even closer to him so he could inhale while the farmer held it for him. He was smiling easily: looking a little more comfortable in his own body now that he was under the influence. It made Shane feel something he didn’t want to touch, so against even his better judgment, Shane leaned in to take another bong rip. When his lips aligned with the hole, the farmer slid his hand up to hold the neck higher, finger now gently touching Shane’s unshaven chin. It made Shane instinctively inhale a bit, so he started sucking up the last of the smoke, eyebrows knitting together.

The look ignited the inevitable swell of arousal that the farmer always seems to experience no matter what kind of weed he smokes. He wanted to tell him to look him in the eye while he inhaled like that, just to see it, but the thought was cut short when he felt Shane balance himself against him with his hands on his knees, as he detached his mouth to fully inhale. Then the farmer was letting the bong tip over on the grass next to them, grabbing Shane’s chin and swiftly leaning in to kiss him. When he leaned back, he kept holding Shane’s face close to his like that while he exhaled the cloud of smoke. The farmer opened his mouth and inhaled it straight out of Shane’s mouth, other hand steadying him by the back of his neck now. He sucked Shane’s smoke into his lungs and blew out a substantially weaker cloud away from them.

Shane felt like he had been transported to a different time. A time in his life when he was brave, and alive, and daring, like the man who just pulled that move on him. Luckily, the thc flooding his brain spurred on how hard he was for the farmer in that moment, along with granting him some of his bravery.

The farmer leaned back on his palms to exhale, and take in Shane’s reaction. His mouth was hanging open in awe, hazy eyes locked on the farmer’s mouth, allowing them a moment to catch a good breath before Shane was pinning him to the ground, kissing him ravenously now.

Sighing happily through his nose, the blissed out farmer received Shane’s kisses as best as he could, until his kisses moved from his mouth to his lips to all around his face until he was more or less rubbing his warm, prickly face against his like a cat.

“Mmn~ gonna give me a rug burn?”

Shane pulled back, looking over the farmer's flushed face through his heavy eyelids. The corners of his vision were starting to get hazy, like his partner was the only thing his body could perceive. Through his tunnel vision was the farmer, face framed with the grass he was laying in. Truly a daydream of some upstanding citizen that Shane must have stumbled into. He leaned in, running his lips along his neck, beard still rubbing along the way.

“Something like that…”

Then he was kissing and biting, careless of what may leave a mark, drawing out lovely noises of pleasure from the farmer. It wasn’t long before they were interrupted, however, by a sound from behind them: someone clearing their throat.

“Ahem. Hey boys! Sorry to interrupt…”

A bright voice was cutting through their shared buzz, Robin. She was making eye contact with the farmer when he opened his eyes. Shane’s blood ran cold when he realized they were being caught.

“…but uh…but I just wanted to give you this! I ordered a few too many and wanted to drop it off so…I’ll just leave it here then.” Shane saw her placing the package on the deck as he rolled off the farmer.

“Oh…thanks Robin, that’s so kind.”

The slow cadence of the farmer's voice made Shane think he wasn’t too worried about it. Right now, at least. Robin assured him it was no problem, voice trailing off near the end of the sentence as her eyes caught the bong next to them. Fuck. Shane knew she had an aversion to her sons cigarette smoking, and his partying, so he could only imagine the conclusions she was drawing now as her eyes went between the bong, the red patches around the farmers lips and neck, and finally landing her eyes on him. Her tone changed.

“Hi, Shane. It’s uh…nice to see you’ve made a friend now. Don’t uh…don’t tire him out! Hah…” Robin rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, trying to play off her awkwardness. But something about the new farmer in town reminded her of her own troubled son, so he was now subjected to her mom instincts, however unsure they often were.

“Yeahhh…is that right Shane? ‘M I your special friend?” The farmer was wearing an easy smile, reaching out and petting Shane’s hair. He looked back in absolute shock, unsure at what the farmer could possibly be trying to achieve by this. He fell back on the only defense he had at his fingertips. He flicked the farmers hand away, and huffed, putting on an annoyed voice,

“Yeah yeah whatever. This kid won’t leave me aLONE, Rob, I swear, heh.” He said to Robin, gesturing back toward the farmer. He just smiled harder, and moved to straddle Shane’s leg and hugged him, making them both topple over on the grass.

“You have a lot of special friends, Shane?” He said into his neck, warm breath hitting Shane’s skin as the farmer started rubbing the tip of his nose against his neck to make Shane gasp. It felt like the blood in his veins had been replaced with fire, cold and hot at the same time from not wanting to embarrass them both in front of someone, and much more importantly, express a genuine emotion in front of a live witness.

“Ngh! Stop! Hhhh ‘s not…funny…”

His annoyance made the farmer giggle, the extra breaths only making Shane squirm more. He was sure Robin must be horrified by seeing this tender display, this boy climbing all over him to cuddle like a puppy.

“Right then…I’ll just leave you to it then…” Robin was slowly backing away, not exactly not horrified, but only out of surprise. Maybe Shane had more heart in him than she ever gave him credit for. And that farmer…I just hope they’re okay…

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“UGH. What’d you do THAT for, then?!”

Shane was still laying back on the grass, covering his eyes with his palms now; the farmer rolling off and laying next to him normally again once Robin left.

“Mmm?” He shrugged, looking up at Shane. He shot him a pissed look, as if to say, “the fuck does that mean?” The farmer rolled his eyes. It all made sense to him, and he knew it would to Shane too if he could read his mind. He was just too tangled up inside to figure out how to articulate it right now. He just sighed and got up, walking a short distance and looking in one of his chests before walking back. Shane could hear water sloshing in whatever he was carrying, but didn’t look, keeping his head flat on the ground and aimlessly staring at the sky stubbornly. Until the farmer came into his view, towering above him. He dropped something on the ground, leaning against Shane, and sat down next to him again. Shane raised his head to see the farmer filling the bong with water from his watering can, and repacking a bowl. Then he saw what the farmer left: a bottle of wine. He scoffed, but immediately sat up again.

His leg started bouncing. An obvious tell, but he let himself have it as he considered the farmer’s offer yet again. He was trying to be offended. What, you trying to get me drunk again? I really shouldn’t…I still have work…and I’m already so… the farmer was blowing smoke out, and rested his head back against the fence post again, hand resting on his crotch, drawing Shane’s gaze there. It became impossible for him to not stroke the wine bottle in his hand ever so slightly, not even realizing it.

“Just thought it might make you feel better…’m not trying to trick you or anything.”

The farmer mumbled after a few more moments of Shane just staring at it. He felt a small jolt of excitement when he heard him pop the cork and take a swig. Soon Shane was sitting with his back on the farmhouse, leaning in for the farmer to give him another hit from his bong. Shane willingly accepted the kiss/inhale trick when the farmer pulled it again, leaning back and kissing him back slow and deep. Then his hand was holding the back of the farmer's head, keeping their mouths pressed together, while the farmer got as close as possible on his hands and knees.

“D'ya wanna…?”

“Mhm…”

“Kay…” Shane tried to pull them both up to go inside, but the farmer stayed on top of him, yanking at his arm close to keep them there.

“Here?”

A cheeky grin and a nod.

“We can’t do it here…”

“Why not?”

Shane pulled back farther, looking at him confused again.

“You really have a short memory span, don’t you?”

“Do you think she’d come back here unannounced after seeing that? I thought she would THROW UP. Hopefully just everyone knowing you’re here’ll be enough for them to leave us alone…” The farmer said, and moved in to kiss Shane’s neck, which succeeded in his goal of distracting him from being offended, if only slightly.

“Uhgh! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“You know…”

Shane couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. And although he purposefully let out an “ah~” to show his approval when he felt the farmer's teeth graze against a pulse point on his neck, he was still resolved to fight his corner. With his hands on the farmer's shoulders, he peeled him off and held him back like their bodies might snap back together like magnets. The farmer wrapped his fingers gently around Shane’s arms which were locked straight, feeling like he was flirting with danger as he stroked Shane’s flexing muscles. His hoodie had been long discarded in the spring heat they were lounging in, displaying Shane’s strong masculine arms again.

“So I’m just that disgusting then, huh? You want me to guard the gate to keep the goodies away and then fuck me when you’re drunk and horny?”

“God Shane just……just stop worrying, ok? I’m not worried about it, you don’t need to worry about it.”

“About what?”

“Whatever the hell you’re worrying about!! It’s fine, Shane, and I don’t see you like that. I’m showing you how I feel. We don’t need to worry about anyone else…okay? You want it and I want it, and it doesn’t affect anyone else, so if we’re only hurting ourselves, then what’s the harm, right? You too good for that now?”

The last question stung enough to make Shane pause, just staring at the farmer’s face trying to force the words through his unwilling brain. The farmer reached his hand out, petting his hair like he did before. Shane’s eyes softened. The accusation made him feel sad, and he let his tired eyes close at the gentle touch. He was tired of holding them in focus, tired of holding himself accountable, tired of everything.

“Don’t wanna hurt you…”

“You won’t…”

“I have…”

“…I don’t care…I just want you…”

The farmer finally succeeded in bringing their mouths back together, so he did his best to put his heart into it. Accommodating Shane’s motions when he kissed back, licking his lips, the high in his head reconnecting with the pleasure in his stomach when he felt Shane’s tongue against his. Shane’s mind was still in a dark swirling storm, but he couldn’t help how his body naturally accepted the farmer’s words, relaxing into his embrace. It felt so right, and he did crave him so badly… He pulled back with a ridiculous smacking sound to speak.

“I wanna make it up to you…”

The farmer’s eyebrow quirked up.

“Yeah? And how do you wanna do that?”

“Whatever you want. I’d do anything…”

Shane’s heart pounded at his final confession. The thought started out innocent, but by the time it left Shane’s mouth was dripping in insinuation. Not to say he didn’t mean it - once the flirtation left his mouth, he felt his mouth water at the ideas that filled his mind.

“Yeah? Anything?”

Shane nodded, and placed another light kiss on his lips.

“Anything.”

The farmer grabbed himself through his pants, saying, “I have a few ideas” and stood suddenly, placing a hand on Shane’s head to keep him trapped against the wall. He groaned in response and looked up while he shifted from sitting to kneeling, back now bending at an uncomfortable angle to keep his head pressed to the wall, now in between the farmer’s legs. Shane’s head was spinning with excitement but he accepted the challenge, however out of his depth he might be. The farmer put his clothed bulge on Shane’s face, rubbing back and forth in response to the way Shane moaned and nuzzled against him obediently. Shane’s face started burning with embarrassment, and he wished he was a lot more drunk than he currently was. He was really gonna remember this. Shane had one hand braced on the farmer’s thigh, and the other one palming himself as he let the farmer keep grinding his face. It was getting hard to breathe with how he was pressing the side of his cock hard on his mouth, and Shane started to hope the farmer didn’t expect too much of him as he gasped for breath in between thrusts. He gave him some space to breathe when Shane put both hands on his thighs and pushed him away, sucking in a lungful of air.

“Fuck…that, that was too much…”

“That was so hot…” The farmer took a few steps back to give Shane some space, and took his cock out to start jerking it to full attention. “I’ll go slow…”

“Uh, yeah you will.”

The farmer bit his lip, trying to conceal how excited he was that Shane was still willing, thinking he may have gone too far letting himself lose control like that. Shane had his hand under his pants once he was steady, looking at the farmer pump himself as he did the same. It was working for him; and he did want to try it, he was just wholly unsure if he would be able to please him how he needed, being so inexperienced in sucking dick. The thought of how he already almost suffocated on it before he was even out made Shane have to remove his hand from himself to not start jerking at full force.

“Fuck man, I…I don’t know if I can do this-”

“Shhhh yes you can…”

The farmer cooed, stepping forward and placing his thumb against Shane’s lips until he opened his mouth, accepting the tip of the digit inside.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you can do it…”

“No, I just mean… ‘nother drink might help…”

Shane’s eyes sparkled up at him as he spoke, eager to please, even going back to sucking on his thumb after he spoke. He felt cheap asking for it on his knees in front of this man, but hey, if the ends justify the means…The farmer scoffed in amazement.

“Yeah…yeah…just try to relax, that’ll help.”

He backed up again to allow them some space, patting the various pockets on his body until it hit the pocket on his chest. He pulled out something thin and white. He stuck it in his mouth and lit the end with a lighter, inhaling and exhaling a puff of smoke. Oh. He leaned down to place the joint in Shane’s mouth for him before he walked off to rummage through more chests. When he returned, he swapped the joint for another bottle, handing it to Shane and taking a hit.

They lost track of time between then and when the farmer found himself lying flat on his front, hands around Shane, leaning up to kiss him. Their shared buzz had blossomed into a thick high. The skin under their clothes where they were pressed together was getting sticky and damp as the morning turned to noon. They broke for air, and Shane leaned his head back on the farmhouse wall again, groaning when he felt the farmer slide down and rest his head directly on Shane’s dick. With the full weight of his head resting on it, he nuzzled his head, then turned to start pressing his lips and nose against his bulge.

“Hhhh-Hah…that’s….”

“Yeahhh…”

The farmer drew out the last word, blowing out as much hot breath over his thin gym shorts as he could. It made Shane’s stomach muscles flex hard, making him sit up more, looking down with his mouth open, eyes red and heavily lidded.

“Fuck, dude…”

“Yeah? You want it?”

“Yeahhh~”

The farmer kissed him again, licking into his mouth however he pleased, Shane’s tongue struggling to keep up until he pulled back enough to speak. “Lemme suck you off…then I’ll take that apology. How ‘bout that?”

“Mhm~” Shane moaned out, nodding enthusiastically.

The farmer slid his hand up to grab Shane’s dick.

“Get it out.”

Shane scrambled for his waistband, pulling down his shorts enough for his dick to pop out. He braced his hands on the ground, gripping the grass between his fingers. He could feel the blades of grass on his bare ass as well, prickly and a bit uncomfortable, but it reminded him of where they were and just how exposed he was in this moment, how willing he was to push his own limits and try something new for the farmer’s sake, but he let himself blame the substances clouding his brain for that. The farmer placed his hands on Shane’s bare thighs, leaned down and put his mouth on Shane’s cock, appreciating how his entire body jolted up a little in time with his desperate groan. He rubbed it with his parted lips up and down, then wrapped his lips around it and took the head onto his tongue. He ran his tongue all around the head, leaned back to spit on it, then took him deep enough to make himself gag. He came up gasping and put his hand on Shane, stroking his spit up and down his length. He looked back up to see Shane absolutely enthralled, looking down at him like he was inventing air. It made the farmer smirk hard, feeling cocky as all hell now, and put his mouth back on the tip as he stroked it. That’s right, chicken man, let me show you how it’s done in the big city…

“Gahhhh…God that’s so good…I can’t…”

The farmer moaned around the head, and continued stroking when he pulled back for some more air. Licking his lips, he dipped his head and poked at Shane’s balls with his tongue, giving in to every dirty urge he got. Shane moaned out a curse, and the farmer could hear blades of grass being ripped from the ground, predictably caught in Shane’s clenching fists. Despite the distinct sweaty smell and hair getting in his mouth, the farmer kept going, pulling his balls into his mouth and sucking, the surprised sound of pleasure from Shane making it all worth it. Pleased, the farmer started making a “mmm” sound around the balls in his mouth, the vibration overwhelming Shane and prompting him to shove the farmer back by his shoulders, then grab the back of his head when he still brought his face back to where his hand never let go of Shane’s hot cock.

The farmer situated himself over Shane’s lap again so he could lick the tip while he finished him off. He let it twirl around the head, and tried to make eye contact while he did it, but his eyes kept fluttering shut each time he swallowed. Shane was blown away, nearing his limit, and unable to tear his eyes away from the farmer’s sloppy performance. It was perfect. Had he not felt utterly helpless, he may have used the hand gripping the farmer’s head to push him down further, enough to satisfy him, but the slow build from the farmer’s unpracticed teasing had Shane teetering right on the edge, face scrunching like he was about to sneeze.

Then the farmer was coughing as wetness hit the back of his throat, shutting his eyes hard and keeping his lips sealed around the head as he kept stroking him. He swallowed rapidly and squeezed the pulsing vein under his thumb when he felt it twitch rapidly as Shane finished in his mouth. He was moaning unabashedly in time with his ragged breaths, then couldn’t help turning to higher pitched whining when he felt the farmer’s satisfied “mmmmmmmph~” sound as he slowly pulled off. He stroked some of the wetness off and wiped his hand on the grass before sitting back, rubbing the back of his neck that was beginning to get sore, and let out a dramatic

“aaaahhhhhh~ that was nice~”

When he looked back at Shane’s reaction, he was once again filled with bone-headed confidence when he saw Shane’s wrecked condition. Looking blazed out of his mind, sweat was glistening all over him, pretty mouth still open and panting. He pulled his shorts back up and sat up straighter against the wall.

“That was… fuck that was good. I don’t know if I can do all that for you…”

The farmer took his cue to stand up again, cradling the back of Shane’s head to guide it to rest against the wall as he stood over him again. Shane looked dizzy with affection from where he was, hands grasping the farmer's legs again as he rose to his knees to get face-level with his crotch. Still dying to give the farmer his very best, then they’ll be even. Yeah, that’s what it’s about…just paying a guy back…

“Don’t worry…just let me do the work, yeah?”

He had one hand working on freeing his own cock and placed the other on Shane’s face, hissing out “thaaaaaats it…” when Shane happily began sucking on the thumb the farmer had placed on his bottom lip. His eyes were shut, more of a reflex from trying to focus on his partner through the tornado in his mind, but also making it a surprise when he felt the farmers spongey tip against his face. Luckily Shane was loaded enough that his burning embarrassment easily turned pleasurable again, though he feared that he would still be remembering this quite clearly in the future.

The farmer moved to brace his hand against the wall, swiping his cock against Shane’s open mouth. The feeling of his hot wet tongue between the feeling of his coarse stubble against the farmer’s sensitive dick had him clenching his teeth and cursing. He swiped it across Shane’s face like that a bit more, making it a wet mess, reveling in the scratchy feeling.

“Okay…here…just stay like this…”

The farmer adjusted Shane’s mouth open so he could freely slide his dick in and out, rubbing against the inside of his cheek. Shane allowed it, eyes still shut, and did his best to keep his lips around him. He put his arms down, bracing them against his own legs, unknowingly performing a personal favorite for the farmer: no hands. He moaned loudly in appreciation, getting goosebumps when he heard his voice echo across his property. He threaded both hands around Shane’s head gently, and let his hips do the work, so the head was making Shane’s cheek stick out lewdly. The obedient display made the farmer wonder if Shane was unfairly drunker than he was, despite being so blazed himself that his mouth was now painfully dry. That, or the man beneath him was also genuinely getting off on letting the farmer fuck his mouth however he wanted for the very first time. The farmer put his faith in the latter and kept going, thrusting in and out at a steady pace.

“Hhhhhoh my god Shane…you’re doing so good, baby….” The farmer moaned out. “Just…stay just like that for me, yeah?”

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from where Shane’s lips were stretching wide around him. He kept making noises, little moans and groans of surprise coming from his throat as the farmer moved his cock around inside his mouth. The head was making his cheek poke out each time he went as deep as he could, and the farmer was impressed with how far Shane was taking him. His eyes were squeezing tighter with each thrust, focusing on keeping his lips tight over the ridge of his tip as it fucked his mouth. The farmer was captivated by the sight, moving a hand to cup Shane’s cheek, a rather sweet display, even if it was only to feel his dick through Shane’s skin. He opened his eyes in response, looking up, and unintentionally made a desperate noise to match his desperate eyes.

“Oh, fuck, Shane, ‘s perfect, I’m, fuck,”

Shane squeezed his eyes shut, reinvigorated and refocused now that he sees the end’s in sight. He was determined to make up for his social blunders up to this point, then him and the farmer would be even. As if the farmer was ever offended in the first place. No matter if he was up or down, he wanted Shane, and he knew Shane wanted him too, at least like this. So he’d take him like this, if that’s what he could get.

Shane took a deep breath through his nose, and started adding his tongue into the mix, running it across his shaft as it pumped in and out of his mouth. The farmer moaned out loud when he felt it, then full on shouted Shane’s name, followed by a whiny moan when he started sucking too. It echoed for several seconds, loud enough that if there was anyone on the paths leading to the farm, they would be well aware of what they were getting up to. Shane moaned in response, and used his hand to start jerking the farmer into his mouth, sucking on the tip now. He felt a little bad when he heard how breathless the farmer was getting, and wondered about the state of his poor lungs. It left his mind easily when he heard the farmer moan for him again

“Ffuuuuuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, Shane, I’m gonna fucking…God, ‘m gonna-“

Then the farmer was huffing hard, not pulling back, letting Shane decide for himself how to finish. He just moaned in response, bobbing his head and jerking him straight into his mouth until hot cum was dripping onto his tongue. He sucked, continuing to milk his dick with his tight fist, then he put both hands on the farmers thighs and took his cock all the way to the back of his throat, lips hitting the farmer’s pelvis, and swallowed a few times, making a disgustingly explicit gulping noise that delighted the farmer from his heart to his balls.

“Hhholy shit, Shaneyy….”

He was far too enamored with the pleasure still radiating through his body to notice, much less care, about letting out that childish nickname at such a moment. Shane heard it just barely as he pulled back, sitting back against the house again with a huff. He leaned his head back and wiped his hot lips with the back of his hand as the endearing name sank into the cracks in his heart. His lips and tongue felt a bit numb and tingly against his cool hand. He’d never used them that aggressively on someone before. The nickname struck a specific cord within him, an emotion that mixed strangely with the afterglow sinking in as he watched the farmer redress himself right in front of him. It wasn’t the first time he’d been called that name. Their voices played in his head; his parents, his sister, his god-daughter…it was only ever people that loved him who called him that. His throat and chest constricted, and he was fighting to keep himself from crying as the farmer finally sat down in front of him yet again. Their eyes stayed on each other as the farmer lazily crawled over Shane again, cradled his head in his hand, and gave him a sweet kiss. He rested his head on Shane’s shoulder then, holding him in a close hug, which he reciprocated, wrapping his arms around his back, pulling him closer, finally able to take a deep breath. They stayed like that, in peaceful quietness, listening to the birds and the leaves rustling and the animals in the distance.

“I want you, Shane. I really do.”

The whispered confession pushed Shane over the edge, and before he knew it he was letting out quiet sobs and gripping harder at the farmer’s back. He wanted to say something, he really did, but with every thought another stuttering sob wracked his body, until he decided that he couldn’t lie if he wanted to in this state, and conceded to try and be honest with himself for once, and let his tears flow freely down his face. He hadn't consciously noticed the way the farmer was gently petting him until his crying had slowed, but he felt his heartbeat through his chest: an even, soothing beat that steadied him like a metronome. And here he was, offering it freely, convincing him that he is truly wanted. Shane called on all the bravery he could summon, and decided to be truthful.

“I-I want you, too…”

His words were like music to the farmer’s ears. He could work with this. He squeezed him tighter.

“Then be with me…”

He pulled back, enough for them to face each other. Shane’s eyes ran all over his partner’s face, landing on his lips, which he stayed looking at as he nodded, and whispered back,

“Okay…”

“Okay…”

The farmer leaned back in, slowly, and kissed him again, even slower. And they stayed like that, holding each other, kissing each other, loving each other.

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;-; dis got so sappy at the end…they really DO want each other don’t they…comments and suggestions welcome

#stardew valley fan fiction #sdv shane #stardew shane #stardew valley shane #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #sdv #fanfic #shane sdv #first fic I’ve posted on ao3 ehehehe #stardew shane smut #stardew smut #stardew shane x male player #stardew shane fanfic #stardew shane x player #stardew shane x male farmer #stardew shane x farmer #stardew valley imagines #nsft #stardew nsft #all my tags are all out of order #m/m #gay #love #fan fiction #my writing #stardew x player #stardew x reader #stardew x male player

[dbdblbbldsckng]

Control has always been in the hands of anyone but Oliver Berry, whose life has slowly been wasting away in a Joja Corporation cubicle. And when handed the option to leave that life behind, he takes it without a second of doubt, diving headfirst into his grandfather’s legacy as the farmer of sleepy Pelican Town. Acclimating into this position with ease, Oliver soon finds himself confronted with the ghosts of his past, personified in resident Shane Calvert. Neither of them can stand each other, yet at the end of the day, they’re the only ones who could begin to understand each other. And as they begin to warm up to each other, one thing becomes abundantly clear: quitting is never easy.

Cold Turkey's first rewritten chapter is out now! I'll try and update a bit more frequently to make up for the sudden reset xx be sure to give it a read!!!

CW: alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation/attempts, mental health issues

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley shane #sdv shane/male player #sdv shane x male player #sdv fanfic #sdv shane fanfic #stardew valley fanfic

[cosmictap]

The Ghosts playing CO-OP Stardew Valley

A 100% canon list (says me and me alone)

Logan’s in the mines the day it opens and never leaves again (only to sleep), argues with the others about going to the festivals because that means a days gone by where he’s not in the mines (I haven’t tried to avoid the festivals but if it’s one that can’t be avoided he will only go to them on accident, because he forgot it was a festival day and tried to go to pierre’s or smth), hates fishing, doesn’t have the patience for it and gets too frustrated when it goes wrong. Often forgets to talk to people, but when he does, it’s mostly only with Abigail, who he romances on literally every save he has

Hesh is almost the complete opposite to Logan, *loves* the festivals, will happily go into the mines but does a lot of early game fishing for their money income + for the community centre, has watered half the plants before Logan actually comes out of his house. Romances Alex, likes the character arc he goes through w/ the male farmer

Ajax loves taking it slow, just a casual farming sim. This is until the skull caverns get unlocked, he *thrives* in them, doesn’t care much for fishing, will leave that to Hesh, rarely ever even goes to the beach unless he needs to to talk to someone (Elliot, Willy, Haley and Alex in the summer). I feel like he’d romance either Haley or Alex, Haley if playing with Hesh, and whoever he gets the hearts with sooner in his single player saves

Keegan takes it slowly the entire play through, his logic is that he’s so stressed in real life, his pixelated character deserves some rest, even if he can’t get it. Loves fishing, but he’s fucking *awful* at it, has never caught a single fish in SDV ever. Romances Sebastian because he’s emo… /j

Kick had a certain chaotic energy about him I feel would make early game a struggle to get through, but the second ginger island is unlocked he spends whole days there, and once the island farm is fixed, he sleeps there too, thrives off hunting for golden walnuts, will yell at someone if they try to cheat their way through it (either by looking up where they are or by using that parrot thing), rarely actually buys anything unless asked to. Dates multiple people, never marries though.

Merrick doesn’t play too often, he’s a busy man after all, but when they can find a clear day in his schedule? He loves the social aspect, will happily hunt around looking for every npc everyday, refuses to get the NPC map locations mod despite everyone telling him it make his days easier trying to find everyone. The change of seasons throws him off because peoples schedules change and he has to figure it out again.

I wrote this at 5:20 so please excuse any potential strange phrasing…

#crack headcanons #stardew valley #cod ghosts #keegan russ #kick (cod) #thomas a merrick #alex ajax johnson #logan walker #david hesh walker #call of duty ghosts #call of duty #call of duty headcanons #headcanon #when the hyperfixation gets so bad you gotta start making your own content #this may go nowhere #but that’s fine

[anachronistic-falsehood]

the sdv wiki says that if ur player character is male it’ll automatically put u in a black tux at ur wedding TELL ME THEN. SDV. WHY I WORE A FUCKIMG FISHING VEST 2 MY WEDDING

#whiskey plays sdv

[tex-treasure-chamber]

In expansion of this post introducing the idea of a SDV AU for Tex and Maxwell and as a companion piece to this post of Maxwell's character guide

Spring -> Summer

Autumn -> Winter

Name: Tex

Pronouns: they/them

Birthday: Summer 24

Profession: rancher and (secretly) a wizard

Personality: Helpful and kind if not quiet, Tex is a hard-working person who enjoys spending time outdoors, making friends with the local wildlife, and appreciating nature wherever they can find it in Pelican Town.

Housing: they live on Starfell ranch which they inherited from their grandfather just on the northern edge of Cindersnap forest, in a house surrounded by lots of forestry, land to raise animals and crops, and privacy to practice magic.

NOTE: you must be friends first before you are able to enter Tex's home uninvited. Regardless of your friendship levels with Tex, their bedroom remains locked although if you visit at certain times, you can see Rasmodius or Maxwell visiting with them in the chairs stationed in front of Tex's bookshelves.

Pets: a grey and white male tabby cat named Asher. He can be seen roaming around the farm on sunny days and on rainy days, he lounges inside the house with Tex. In the aquarium are the following: an octopus (Debussy) , a flounder (Bach), a shrimp (Satie), a herring (Shubert), and a crab (Mozart).

Love interest: Maxwell (As the player, you cannot romance them- there are no slots for the hearts required to date/marry). As the player spends time in Pelican Town, Maxwell & Tex's blossoming relationship is meant to be strictly an observable event via walking in on their interactions. They get married in the Winter of year 4 and the player receives an invite in the mail.

Friends are & how they bond are:

Maxwell (wizarding, fishing, science, art, cooking, bibliophile, nature)

Rasmodius (wizarding)

Willy (fishing)

Maru (science)

Demetrius (science)

Emily (clothes)

Leah (art)

Elliot (bibliophile)

Penny (bibliophile)

Evelyn (cooking)

They're usually spending their time...

- working on their farm, spending time with their crops and animals

- foraging in the woods, looking for foodstuff and things to sell, ingredients for potions

- drawing on a sketchpad or painting on an easel (has an animation loop similar to Leah's for the first action and a custom animation loop for the second action)

-down by the beach, the lake near the mines, or one of the rivers flowing through town, fishing and humming to themself (has a music note speech bubble animation floating by their head when humming).

- walking around Stardew Valley checking in on folks & running errands as favors

- going to the library to read

- digging for artifacts around town or in the mines

As for Tex's schedule, here's a working time table I've come up with:

NOTE: Tex spends 6 AM-11 AM tending to their crops and animals on non rainy / non snowy days and 6 AM - 9 AM on rainy / snowy days

- on Mondays and Wednesdays, Tex visits the mines from 12 PM - 3 PM and practices magic inside their home from 4 PM - 7 PM.

-on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they go to the library from 1 PM- 2 PM and then visit with Rasmodius from 4 PM - 6 PM.

- on Fridays and Saturdays they are out foraging in the woods from 12 PM - 3PM; after that they will visit with Rasmodius until 4 PM--- then they're off to go to the bar with Maxwell.

- on Sundays, they go to the beach to spend it from 1 PM - 3 PM staring out at the water and painting/drawing on an easel or a sketchpad. From 4 PM - 6 PM, they can be seen sitting with Maxwell outside his cottage while he is whittling or, if it is raining, they can be found inside his cottage drawing on a sketchpad while he whittles.

Gift Guide

Favorite items:

sunflower

honey

solar essence (for magic)

opal (for magic)

rainbow shell (for magic)

dried starfish (for magic)

mead

eggplant parm

rhubarb pie

vegetable medley

super meal

salmon dinner

pumpkin juice

Liked items:

spice berry

blackberry

wine (any, but prefers spice berry)

dandelions (for magic)

purple mushroom (for magic)

quartz (for magic)

cheese cauliflower

pepper poppers

pyrite (for magic)

squid ink (for drawing)

malachite (for making green paint)

daffodil

Hated items:

banana

banana pudding

coffee

beer

shrimp cocktail

melon

slime

litter & other universal disliked items

Fun facts

Tex doesn't verbally talk to the player until the player has earned 1 heart; until then, they merely smile with a "......." dialogue instead. This is because Tex is wary around strangers.

When finally comfortable speaking, Tex has a clear southern accent by their words. An example of this is when they say, "Howdy [Player's Name]! Mighty nice weather we're having, ain't it?"

Tex is friendly with magical creatures such as the elusive fæ folk, the lonely dwarf in the mine, the shadow being Krobus, the talking bear, the yeti, and the junimos--- regarding the junimos, they often can be found in the old community center bringing them flowers, fruit, and giving them affection. On rare occasion, they even befriend a monster or two in the mines- sometimes, they bring them ores and gems.

When the player get 3 hearts with Tex, Tex sends them a recipe for eggplant parm.

#tex talks #stardew valley oc #let's put a pin in that 📌 #*wraps myself up in this* #one for the treasure chamber

[dainty-julie]

♥Hi sweeties, I'm new to this anomaly of Tumblr but you must have faith in me; this blog is a vital component to your future. You need to discover your effeminate side, YOU NEED ME. Whether your heart yearns for scalp tearing Jojo Siwa bows or looking like the coolest androgynous 6th grader, you'll find your way. To add on, there is so much more to your feminine side other than fashion, and that definition is something you should explore and meld with yourself to make some monstrously unique display of beauty. It's time to pull yourself up by your gogo bootstraps and become the girliest woman you're meant to be.

♥I am a fierce ally to the homos (You cannot hide from me) and the rest of the ranks from the LGBT Plus community. But we must realize that there are other communities that hold more carnal power. My next step after taking a dip in the fruit punch is to form a passionate alliance with the Kpop Stans. It's undeniable that they have showcased their highly organized prowess upon the world, and I shall ask all the troops that are not odd towards idols for military aid in case of an attack placed against me. I am also interested in the voluntarily illiterate and wish to study furries like a biologist. i think that spectating furries in the wild while taking notes with a fluffy pink pencil and a loose lab coat would be aesthetic.

My interests and hobbies include:

•DnD, both as a player and DM (It's not grimy cuz I have cute pink dice)

•Makeup (I am an obligatory "natural girlie")

•Video games such as Animal Crossing, OW (I have no excuse for this), SDV, Legend of Zelda, Skyrim (It has ugly representation), Pokemon, Hades, Death Road to Canada, Project Zomboid, The Sims, etc

•Fashion

•Animals

•Chick flicks

•Pop, R&B, & Indie (NOT whiny pubescent men)

•Reading and Writing (The sullied limbs of fanfiction have not entrapped me yet)

•Becoming a nun

♥DNI Sex Freaks (artificial or otherwise), Creepy crawlies, Male Anime Fans, Feet Exhibitionists, Unfashionably Tepid Clowns, Every Tacky Terf, NERF (It along with a wooden hanger broke my heirloom lamp), and Uglies.

#motivation #hyper feminine #celibate #straight ally #feminine aesthetic #woman #cute #background #plans #writing #nerd #gaming

[stardewvalleyficrecs]

waiting on the summer rain

1. Word count: 28110 2. Complete 3. 12 Chapters 4. Rated teen and up 5. Warnings: suicidal ideation, drinking 6. M/M, general 7. Characters: Shane and his lil crew, the farmer, Linus, and a few others here and there. Also monsters. 8. Relationships: Shane and Male!Farmer 9. This is about 30% Shane dealing with the grief of Jas’s parents death, 30% learning to parent Jas, and 40% falling for a farmer who has a small tendency to get in over his head. 10. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27591083/

#submission #stardew valley #stardew valley fic recs #fic rec #shane sdv #shane stardew valley #stardew valley shane #shane x farmer #shane x farmer sdv #male player sdv #stardew valley linus #linus sdv

[coolbeesbro]

Art for the DND chapter of Distant Shore that’s currently being written! I’m so excited to post it when it’s all finished!

#Stardew Valley #sdv #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv abigail #stardew valley abigail #sdv sam #stardew valley sam #sebastian/male player #dnd #dnd tabaxi #dnd bard #dnd human #dnd paladin #dnd shifter #dnd wizard #dnd tiefling #dnd rogue

[dollfaced-erin]

Not So New Afterall (Sdv Sebastian x F!Reader)

A/n: and i thought this was gonna be a short chapter. There was lots more I wanted to include, but it might bore you guys from the looooong story!! (s if it wasn’t already long in the first place.)

CHAPTER FOUR

The game was set up, and both players stood at their point. Clutching the cue stick tightly in her hand, Sebastian briefly explained the rules to the new girl. She knew the main basics of the game, but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to beat Sebastian. Not while he was looking as smug as he was now.

It was sure who had the most experience here.

Being a good sport, Sebastian gave her the first turn to hit the cue ball. The said female scattered all the balls across the board. Turns began exchanging between the two competitors, and the spectators by the side were literally on their toes.

“What’s got Sebastian so worked up all a sudden?” Abigail said, whispering into Sam’s ear. The blonde shrugged, speechless towards Sebastian’s sudden change from his signature cold and reserved to jealous and competitive.

“Is it because (Y/n) came and everyone liked her?” Sam asked, pulling out one of the most logical reasons he could find. Abigail shook her head, “I don’t think he’ll be affected by that. Was it something between Robin or Maru, perhaps?”

Sam really had no idea. “I really have no idea, but that actually makes sense, or he just wants to show off his moves,” he whispered again. “But do you remember how Sebastian started playing pool?” he asked the dyed- haired girl.

“Quite long ago, actually. It was when we were still kids. Probably when the old farm had the owner before (Y/n). You remember the old man had...a relative was it? And he taught us how to play pool with...that...girl,” Abigail trailed off, her thoughts and memories muddled up in her mind. 

“He really liked to play pool after being taught. Especially when he played around with the girl. Kept playing even though she already left till he became the him now,”

“Really? I don’t really remember, but it must’ve that far away. I think the time you’re talking about was when I just moved here,” Sam replied. “Little girl, you said?” he asked her once more.

“Hm..it seems vague to me, but it feels like a dream too.”

The players ignored the topic the two were discussing, currently trying to focus on their game of pool. But apparently the topic was quite sensitive to Sebastian, making him accidentally hit cue ball too hard, resulting the white ball going off the board and smacking (Y/n) square in her right collarbone.

“Ah!” the girl yelped in pain, her features morphing into one of shock. Sebastian was shocked with what happened and immediately placed the cue stick down, rushing over to the girl he accidentally injured. 

The two gasped at the commotion and leapt of their seats, heading towards the girl. She was wincing slightly at the pain, but most likely from the shock.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?!” he bombarded her with questions, grabbing the arm he hit, pulling the collar of her shirt slightly to get a better look at the injury. He winced. It was starting to redden, most likely about to bruise.

The loud thump from collision of the heavy ball and the bone and the gasps from the game room raised suspicion from the others in the main hall. Even over the music, (Y/n) could grasp the number of eyes being turned in her direction.

“It’s okay! It doesn’t hurt at all!” (Y/n) assured, panicking at the crowd of friends that started to swarm her. This isn’t good. If word gets out from the others in the main hall of the Saloon, who knows what mean rumors would spread out.

“Are you su--” “Let’s take five, alright? Boy, I think I need a drink!” (Y/n) said a little too loudly and off. Abigail realized her eyes were wide and her skin was paling. Her earlier frown was stretching into a stiff smile. 

As things began to settle down once more, the (h/c) girl went to the vending machine and pulled out a grape-flavored fizzy drink. Popping the lid, spun around, glancing at the main hall as she did. Less eyes have been looking at her now. She sighed and unscrewed the cap of the drink, making her way to the bright red sofa Sam previously sat on.

“Come on, guys!” Abigail called, making a face at the males’ questionable expressions, signaling that they should go on with what she had started. Abigail was a quick one to catch on, following the suit and plopping herself on the blur sofa next to (Y/n).

Resting her right arm on the plush armrest, she raised an eyebrow at the guys who hadn’t moved an inch. Sam blinked before letting out a boisterous laugh, heading over to the girls, sitting next to Abigail, the latter bouncing from the force used to sit on the sofa.

Sebastian sighed and tailed after Sam, sitting next to (Y/n), since that was literally the only empty spot left. Guilt was eating away at him, especially when he looked at the angry red mark that imprinted itself on the delicate bone.

“Sorry, Sebastian,” the girl apologized, making Sebastian raise an eyebrow at her sudden apology. “You know that I’m the one that has to apologize, right? But why’d you pretend you were okay?” he asked, leaving the two speechless.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not okay,” the girl said, making all of them crack up at her reference on a certain homework meme. “No really,” Sebastian spluttered between laughs. “Anyways, why’d you do that?”

“I realized that when you crowded me, lots of eyes started to turn. Like, I didn’t want any commotion, not when I’ve just moved here. Sounds cliche, but I am afraid that people will talk bad about you,” she said, a small smile on her face. “I’ve had enough experience with gossip and crowds.”

Sebastian behind (Y/n) wasn’t any better. He looked as if guilt was about to eat him alive. He never knew his strength would accidentally hurt her directly. It’s time he man up for the consequences.

“Anyways, how is your collarbone?” asked the dark-haired male, making the female turn over to him. “Here, let me take a look,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/n) seemed to have froze at this point. Not even daring to do so much than breathe. Earlier she had the confidence to push him off since there were so many eyes on them, but now? Now she’s just stuck in place as she finally processed that...that...he’s actually touching her!

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” he asked as he tugged the collar of the shirt, getting a closer look at the forming bruise. “Y-yeah!” (Y/n) said, averting her gaze as an embarrassed smile made its way on her lips and her face burned red hot.

Holding the shirt down with his left hand, his right lightly stroked over the internal injury, pressing it slightly with a finger. The pressure made the girl yelp in pain, and he panicked asking over and over if she was alright. 

As much as Abigail was amused with all this, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how he could casually touch the (h/c) girl. She was friends with her first, and she wasn’t about to back off easily.

Deciding to ditch the game they were playing, they called it a night. Robin popped up ‘round the corner. “Sebby! Me and Demetrius are heading back first!” she chirped before her green eyes landed on the farmer. 

“Oh! While you’re at it, maybe walk (Y/n) home! It’s dangerous at night!” she said, nodding over to (Y/n) before she left with her husband...and four speechless young adults.

“It can’t be helped, then,” Sebastian sighed. “(Y/n), Abigail, lets go,” he said, getting up as the two females followed the suit, leaving the place with Sam behind them.

It was a kind of routine, where they’ll part at the Saloon, Sebastian dropping of Abigail at Pierre’s before making his way back home up in the mountains. It used to make him have a...uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, where he’d feel all...embarrassed and flustered. But now? Now he just felt...neutral towards her. Like...he had no feelings for her anymore. He didn’t have ‘the one’ feeling anymore.

But the silence between him and (Y/n) as he walked her back...it was...content. It wasn’t awkward like he initially thought it was. Scratch it. He felt that this was quite nice. A quite walk in the night, no words needed between them, no awkward silence, just....peaceful. But something was bothering his mind.

“Hey, (Y/n),” he started, just as the two had parted ways with Abigail. The girl let out a hum, ensuing him to continue. “I think I’m the only one who noticed, but...when Abby and Sam started to crowd you, you seemed quite...scared,” the girl visibly tensed. “If it’s not too much, what’s up?”

(Y/n) let out a nervous laugh as they walked through the dark bus stop. “Ah, you’re quite sharp, aren’t you?” she remarked. “But...I’ve had my fair share of gossips and crowds. And maybe...they were bad experiences for me. I felt so...not pathetic, but...suffocated,” she trailed off, only to flip back to Sebastian. “I don’t mean that you guys were suffocating! I meant--”

“You meant that the atmosphere of people watching was suffocating, wasn’t it?” he finished for her, making her look down and nod in agreement. The light of the farmhouse began to enter their vision. 

As the two climbed the porch of the house, Sebastian placed a hand on her shoulder once more. “Before I go back, I want to see the bruise once more. Is that okay?” he asked, and the girl nodded.

The two entered the home, and it was a whole lot tidier than the last time Sebastian stepped into the wooden structure. Unlike the last time, it was cold and dusty, but now, it was bright and warm. Almost inviting. For a person who lives in the basement, he wasn’t sure which one he preferred.

(Y/n) shrugged of the jacket and sat on the chair located in the middle of the room, tucked next to a dining table. Sebastian took his eyes off his surroundings and approached the (h/c) girl. Like before, he nudged the collar of the shirt off of her shoulder to get a better look. “I’ll get some ointment for you tomorrow, (Y/n). Sorry again,” he said.

“You don’t need to, Sebby,” she said before she shut her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. That was really rude of me. Anyways, this is a pinch unlike the monsters in the caves!” she laughed off, waving her hand. 

That’s when Sebastian saw a faint scarred line dragged around the tip of her shoulder to her back, concealed by her clothing. He stepped forward, grabbing her shoulder once more. An old scar.

“Where’d you get this, (Y/n)?” he said, referring to the scar that imbedded itself into her joint. He really wasn’t one to go on about something small. So what if she had scars here and there? It couldn’t matter to him. She could’ve been injured a while back, right?

 But this...was something he had seen before. And it was in his nightmare. Even before she moved here. But if he remembered right, then the girl in his dream...

“I...I got it when I was a kid. Long time ago really. Doctor said it should go away soon,” she said, a bright smile on her face. But that didn’t satisfy Sebastian. “I said, where did you get this, (Y/n)?” he said, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly.

(Y/n) trembled in fear at his sudden change of attitude. Panic swirled in her chest. He wasn’t like this. This was so rare of him. “I...I was in an accident when I was younger,” she said. And to him, that was enough.

Sebastian moved (Y/n)’s bangs a little to reveal a jagged line from the hairline and led on into a thin straight line. He knew it. But it couldn’t be the same person in his dream. The girl in his dream died. And he never knew her name or anything.

“Sorry for overstepping, (Y/n)” Sebastian said, releasing her limb, realizing how hard he grabbed her. “I’ll be on my way now,” he said as he turned around. (Y/n) thought that she might’ve triggered him, but Sebastian replied, “If you want, come over to my room tomorrow before 10. I’ll be on my way to Sam’s then,” he said before ultimately leaving.

“Night, (Y/n). Sweet dreams.”

#stardew-valley-x-reader #sdv sebastian #stardew valley #sebastian (stardew valley) #sebastian x reader #sebastianxreader #reader insert #female farmer #stardew sebastian

[forestofbeginnings]

while I do agree with what you’re saying about character’s sexualities needing to be explored rather than being seen as the easy option, having “just a few” LGBTQ+ characters means every LGBTQ+ player is SEVERELY restricted in terms of who they can choose to be with, ESPECIALLY since those few LGBTQ+ characters run the risk of falling into harmful stereotypes to make it “obvious” that they are those characters. it leaves a LOT of room for separation rather than inclusion, for distance between players and characters bc the player may not think the other characters are worth getting to know when those characters arent the “few” LGBTQ+ ones. as much as it is important to have the detailed representation, as a member of the LGBTQ+ myself, I am equally happy with stories going in depth on character’s sexualities as I am with them just being completely normalised. video games are pleasant, peaceful escapes for people, and as much as it would be “realistic” for them to experience some kind of discrimination or self hatred, I personally prefer the idea that in the world of the game, everyone is just fine with it, as they should be. that leaves room for discussion on why the real world ISNT like that already, how we can HELP it become that way by assisting in the normalisation of it, etc. this is in no way a direct argument against you, it’s solely my standpoint on the whole LGBTQ+ marriage options. I just think it should be a fair game to everyone, and no player should feel their options are limited based on their own sexuality and having just a few characters in the game who match that, instead of it being equal for everyone, if that makes sense

That's a very good point, thank you for sending this to add to the conversation! I'll try my best to respond to all the good points you make.

(my reply is very long and under the cut and includes a lot of my Opinions of queer rep in video games so here we go)

I know you're probably talking about Fire Emblem when you're talking about the severely limited LGBT+ options. And it does suck, I'm pretty lucky that I fell hard for one of the few bisexual offerings in FE3H (looks fondly at Mercedes). But on the other hand...my primary experience with LGBT+ rep are Bioware games, where everyone has their own distinct identity. In Dragon Age Inquisition, out of the romance options there's 1 straight woman, 3 straight males (albeit two are limited to elves/humans), 1 pansexual male, 1 bisexual female, 1 gay male, and 1 lesbian. And most of the writing does not focus on their identities. In a majority of the romances, the most you get is a "sorry, not interested" from a character if you're not what they're into. The only route with clear focus on sexuality is for the gay man, which is fantastically written (and is written by a gay man about his personal experiences so take that as you will). All of the other LGBT+ characters’ stories don’t focus on their sexuality at all and don’t face discrimination for it. 

The game isn't perfect (the writing for the lesbian is bad in the base game, just straight up bad), but it's what I think of when I say "everyone has an identity." No matter who you play, not all options are open to you. Doesn't matter if you're straight or LGBT+, your options are limited. And honestly, despite the more limited options...the impact that games like Fire Emblem and Dragon Age gave me are still things I remember fondly as a bi/ace woman. I loved Mercedes' romance in FE3H because she was specifically bisexual like me. I was absolutely giddy when Josephine's romance (the bi option in DAI) did not include a sex scene, which meant she could be asexual like me. And to me, I don't get as much excitement playing SoS or SDV. The girls like me because I'm the player. That's it. It’s not because they’re bisexual with their own identity, it’s because I’m the player. And it just reminds me of that quote from The Incredibles like "if everyone is super, nobody will be." Everyone is ""bisexual"" and...

I think when you talk about people not being interested in learning about other, non-LGBT+ characters, that's more a flaw in farming sims in general? Because you can't really...befriend a romance option. You can't learn their full story unless you're romancing them. Which, again, isn't a thing in Fire Emblem or Dragon Age. You can A support anyone in FE and it only becomes romantic if you choose to S support them. In Dragon Age, you learn a character's full story and learn about them regardless of romance. I don't think people will be less interested in knowing other characters...it's just if you don't want to romance them...you can't really know them? So why befriend a character if you can’t just be friends?

But I do really want to touch on the point you make on how LGBT+ romance doesn't need to be realistic and can be idealized. I 100% agree. Making it not a big deal and not put under a microscope helps it become normal. It's actually the kind of rep I prefer. I don’t like when huge deals are made about LGBT+ characters because it just accentuates that they’re different and ‘the other,’ rather than just another person that happens to not be heterosexual.

But literally the only romance-based video game I've played where a realistic struggle of an LGBT+ person is focused on is Dragon Age Inquisition. With the gay route I mentioned and touched on with a non-romancable trans man. Sexuality is not really spoken about in FE3H. Some characters are just...bisexual. Nothing more to it. Mercedes certainly doesn't say anything about it. She can just be romanced by both men and women. It is barely spoken about in Dragon Age games aside from character preference and Dorian's romance. In Dragon Age 2, one bisexual romance option mentions his first experience with a man. Another option is hesitant to date a female because of cultural reasons. That's it.

I do get your point. We don't need to include the realities of the world in our video games. But also...we're allowed to still acknowledge sexuality in video games. I joke about my bi/ace-ness all the time. Even in a perfect world of a farming sim...I'm pretty sure a character can make wisecracks about liking both men and women...or only men/women. Being bisexual always means some kind of discovery that you like more than one gender. Has this love interest dated someone of the same or opposite gender before? Will they tell me off-hand that I'm the first girl they dated? Will they express interest in a character of the opposite gender but can be romanced by a same-sex player? Representation doesn't need to be a sanitized thing completely removed from reality. Even in a completely perfect world where there is no such thing as discrimination against the LGBT+ community, we’re still allowed to speak about our sexualities. It’s a part of who we are. 

When I say I want specific representation, I don't want a realistic depiction of the current-day struggles our community faces. I just want a character to say something that makes me know that they're like me. That they're specifically bisexual or specifically pansexual or so on. That they have their own preferences and are their own character and aren't blindly into me because I'm the player.

I do get why you want representation to be equal across the board. It is the easy option and a simple thing to do. But I want quality over quantity. I don’t want a character to marry me because I’m the player. I want a character to marry me because they’re bisexual or pansexual or a lesbian or asexual with romantic preferences or so on and so forth. And the reason why I’m so passionate about this and want farming sims to go towards this direction is because I’ve seen it done in other genres! It can work! 

Inclusion of LGBT+ romance options does not have to be at the sacrifice of the identities of bisexual and pansexual individuals. And now I get off my soap box and drink some water because I just got my 2nd COVID vaccination. 

#the curator speaks #warning: this is long but i did want to hit all your points! #and i do see your point and they are valid #but i really enjoyed your ask and even if you still disagree that's fine!

[wellship]

Hello hi I just wanted to say I am absolutely here for Leah and Haley being girlfriends... hippie artist and pretty fashion girl??? Match made in heaven. Thank you. My crops are watered.

LISTEN…….. You have hereby given me permission to wall-of-text about why I love this ship so much lmao…

I already started off loving Haley because she’s IMO the best bachelorette in the game. I love not only how she grows as a character (compared to some of the others who can feel stagnant, even though I love them all too) but how her “growth” doesn’t mean that she sacrifices her personality completely.She was the first villager I ever romanced playing SDV because I was curious to see how she would be written and I was so, so pleasantly surprised. It’s so easy and common for characters like Haley to either stay as a shallow caricature of a “mean, girly girl” forever as a punching-bag for the writers’ projections, OR for her to do a complete 180 as if being girly, or interested in fashion, or not academic are bad traits to be “fixed” in order for the character to become likeable - especially since this was essentially a first-person dating sim, which often plays into the fantasy where a mean girl is turned into a totally pacified wifey-type by the (usually male) PC. I was fully expecting and bracing for Haley to go from being a caricature of a “mall brat” Mean Girl to being a caricature of an “I’m not like other girls” Cool Girl (or worse, “I’m so glad I Grew Up and realised all I need in my life is my hubby!”, but I wasn’t quite getting that vibe from SDV).

But that didn’t happen. Major props to CA for creating a character who DID grow and learn to appreciate things outside of her little bubble without feeling the need to abandon/criticise the things she used to like. She learns that shopping/makeup/boys (wink) etc. aren’t the only important things in her life, and she expands her horizons, but those things are still important to her. As someone who’s also interested in fashion and makeup it was refreshing to see those hobbies still portrayed in a positive light as opposed to something she had to “move past”.

So. Anyway. That’s why I love Haley so much and why I particularly like a narrative of her discovering she’s a wlw (thank you Stardew Valley for watering MY crops by giving everyone canon bi~ reads) as it ties in with her growing and maturing as a person.

And so when I looked at the roster of girls in Stardew Valley I felt like Leah was the best one to complement her character in a relationship:

Haley’s biggest obstacle in her life right now is that she’s very sheltered and, as a result, a little spoiled. Her parents are globe-trotting and her older sister has been left to look after her. The age gap between the sisters doesn’t seem to be that big and Emily isn’t very confrontational at the best of times, so I think she just took the path of least resistance, which was to do everything herself rather than argue with Haley who still sees her as a peer and not an authority figure.Leah, conversely, has had to become extremely independent and self-sufficient, very recently. Her narrative plot line about leaving an (if not abusive, then at least implied to be toxic/unhealthy) relationship and a position where she was “comfortable” but unhappy is very fresh and it’s exactly where Haley needs to be. Leah is in a prime position to, basically, give Haley a kick up the rear and tell her to get her act together, but without it coming off as too sanctimonious or parental since Leah is still going through it and learning herself. Two young adults navigating their way through adulthood and pulling each other along rather than one grabbing the other by the hand and “fixing” them.

The flipside of this is that Leah is in her position through choice, which she was privileged to be able to make. She CHOSE to leave behind a life in the big city and a stable career to pursue the aesthetic of living in a little country cabin and making art all day. Haley wants the opposite, but can’t make it happen. Haley would KILL to be able to pack up her life and move to the city to pursue her dreams - Fashion? Photography? Fashion photography? - but she can’t. She’s sheltered because she has everything provided for her in Pelican Town, but that doesn’t translate to having the same opportunities for forward momentum as Leah. Her parents aren’t implied to be very supportive of her dreams, so they’re not going to fund a move for her, and we constantly see that there are limited employment opportunities in Pelican Town unless she wants to work for minimum wage at Joja. So she’s kind of stuck. Narratively, we’re supposed to see Leah’s desire to move from the city to the country as a positive story arc (because it mirrors the player’s) while we’re supposed to see Haley’s desire to move from the country to the city as somehow being shallow or consumerist, and I think Leah herself would fall into the trap of thinking that way, which would be eye-opening for her.When you look at it, their narratives mirror each other. It’s easy to say that Haley is spoiled and out of touch with the “real world”, but Leah is also out of touch with reality in that not everyone can do what she did. I like Leah a lot and I’m not saying her life or her decisions were easy - and she definitely does seem to be genuinely “roughing it” and struggling for money when we meet her in-game - but she still got there by choice and she still does have a safety net of sorts, since it’s implied she could probably get re-hired in whatever lucrative field she worked in before moving. Haley doesn’t have that - her “safety net” of her parents’ house and her sister only works to support her as long as she stays put.I can see this being a really delicious and rewarding narrative point between them as they started to get to know each other, because I think they would probably HATE each other at first, lol. Leah would think Haley was childish and represented everything she disliked about “fake” city living while Haley would think Leah was pretentious and ungrateful.

Also I definitely love that hippie girl/mall girl contrast BUT please consider - Haley is also an artist and I think they’d both “get” each other on that level. Nobody in town considers Haley an artist. Leah is a “real” artist, a fine artist and a sculptor. Elliott is a “real” artist by way of being an author. Emily is a “real” artist for her sewing and… y’know… general aura. Those are defining aspects of their character. But to the other people in town, and even to the player, art is not one of Haley’s notable features. Her photography is just a throwaway idea. She’s the shallow, frilly, pink, bubblegum-scented boy-crazy “girly girl” who just also happens to take photos sometimes.But photography is serious TO HALEY. It’s pretty much the only thing she does around town other than wandering aimlessly. She has some pretty impressive equipment and she even builds a dark room for herself, either implicitly converting it from a walk-in wardrobe (which demonstrates how she sees her own priorities, regardless of how others see her) OR she builds it from scratch, which is even more dedicated. I think Leah is the best person in town to recognise that Haley is also an artist who’s dedicated to her craft and probably the only person to really encourage her to pursue it, to tell her that it’s worthwhile and not just some silly hobby. Leah would be able to see a lot of her own internal struggles over art in Haley, about whether it was “good enough”.

Conversely if there’s one thing Haley has which Leah lacks, it’s confidence. Leah is full of self-doubt about her art, her life choices, etc. whereas Haley’s main issue is apathy; once she finds something she’s actually passionate about, she’s very self-assured. I think once they broke the ice and started to become friends, if Leah expressed even a smidgen of self-doubt Haley would shut it down with very over-the-top but sincere pep talks.

I also just think their personalities contrast well, lol. Haley is extremely blunt but she’s not really trying to be rude, it’s just that the things she say often come from a sheltered perspective (i.e. “appearance is important to me” -> “[my concept of] appearance is important to everyone” -> “I should tell people if they’re doing Appearance wrong”). Leah on the other hand is very casual and polite but also hard to offend. She’s mostly content to let the odd comment roll off her back, but as we’ve seen with Kel, she’s also not afraid to tell people off when they’re being inconsiderate, which is what Haley needs - someone who won’t ditch her for putting her foot in her mouth, like most would/do, but also someone who won’t just enable her to stay sheltered.

Also in the context of this being a wlw ship/narrative, I think Haley would need a partner who was comfortable in their own sexuality since Haley (and her thematic counterpart Alex) are both extremely stuck in compulsive heterosexuality and sort of need a partner who… isn’t? Or else they’d just get sucked into a “will-they-won’t-they” vortex for a million years where neither of them know how to make the first move. Leah is the only bachelor(ette) who by default has any canonical LGBTQ relationship before the farmer, and that energy just translates well for Haley, IMO. I think if Haley found out Leah was a wlw then it would force Haley to reconsider her assumptions about her own sexuality.

Leah would go absolutely googoo gaga over Haley IMO and it’s just fun to picture her at the start of their interactions being like “god dammit she annoys me so much but DAMB .. .. .. girl pretty”

I doubt anyone read all of this but I HAD FUN and I’m really really glad to see such a positive response to that art!! I would love it if more people started shipping and making content for them 👀

#Anonymous #Stardew Valley #long post #text

[laraslandlockedblues]

Sharing here because it’s the first time I’ve updated since combining my ao3 accounts and creating a new pseud, so...hey I also write super floofy Harvey SDV fic. *shrugs*

Chapters: 4/10 Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harvey/Male Player (Stardew Valley) Characters: Harvey (Stardew Valley), Male Player (Stardew Valley), Villagers (Stardew Valley) Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Awkward Flirting, Denial of Feelings, Bisexual Panic, Bisexuality, Bisexual Male Character, Pansexual Character, Snippet FIc, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationships, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, I just wanted to write some tooth rotting fluff, and Harvey is the cutest shy bean, POV Harvey (Stardew Valley), Self Confidence Issues, Dorks in Love, Getting to Know Each Other, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, Pining Summary:

All he knew was that he was definitely, incredibly, no-doubt-about-it terrified of the man before him.

  The new arrival in town turns Harvey's comfortable routine on its head, but he convinces himself he has to be the only one to feel this way.

...Right?

#yeets some tooth-rotting floof #stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey #harvey/farmer #harvey/male farmer #sdv male farmer #i have no clue how to tag this #idk it's a lot of fluff #and bipanic #lots and lots of bipanic

[tiredf-o-u-r]

Two Hearts

Shane x gender neutral player (edit: player uses he/they pronouns)

Platonic or romantic

Just a drabble! Based on Shane’s two heart event, idk I wanna write more but I’m excited to post I haven’t written in yEARS so maybe I’ll add on!

You don’t mean that,

He said, tossing his empty can far away, into the water. Is that why you’re always fishing out cans?

I really do. I don’t say that to everyone you know.

He side eyed you. No answer. Pop, another can opening.

Yeah well…whatever. You don’t know me like that.

Yet. he thought, turning his head the other way. The farmer sighed slowly and took another sip from their can while Shane tried and failed to still his heart which felt like it was flying around inside his chest. When was the last time he was this intimate with another person? Years? He shut his eyes.

You’re right. I don’t. But I could, if you let me.

Said the farmer, leaning back and taking a long chug from their beer, in hopes of fueling their confidence further. He has to be getting close to cracking.

I don’t know man I….ughhh..I shouldn’t have had so much tonight

Here let me help you

No it’s-

He was cut off as he lost his balance trying to get up from where they were sitting on the edge of the pier, tumbling against the farmer, who managed to move back enough to catch Shane’s upper half in their lap. He groaned, mostly unaware of his surroundings, and the part that was aware took what it could get and basked in the body heat so close to his cold nose.

Hup, there we go, heh, yeah I think you’ve had enough tonight.

Shane, now sloppily drunk, could hardly bear to open his eyes as he mumbled

M sorry……….for ya know…whatever..

Another soft laugh came from the farmer.

Thanks, man

A content sign from Shane was the only response after that. The farmer beamed above him. They hoped Shane wouldn’t remember any of this for his own sake really. Based on everything they’ve witnessed of him this summer, he seems to be locked in his head, listening to god knows what demons clearly pester him. This vulnerable moment could easily be turned into ammo to use against himself. Sighing again lightly from their nose, the farmer began lightly petting Shane’s temple and around his ear. Feather light, just caressing his hair. He wouldn’t remember this anyway. I’m just being friendly, and hey, I’m drunk off my ass too, Who couldn’t use a little physical contact? The farmer thought, as he lifted his gaze to the calm water in front of them. Shane’s brow softened.

After a few more peaceful moments, the farmer could hear footsteps a while away. Squinting, they could just make out Marnie on her way back from the Saloon. Once she was in view, the farmer waved her down, trying to stay quiet.

When she got over, his aunt tsked and gave the farmer a bit of a sad look as they both helped him stand and more or less dragged him to his room.

After he was settled in bed, the farmer joined marnie in the kitchen where the light was on. Coffee was almost ready. They exchanged understanding smiles.

Thanks for looking after him tonight. He’s just…he’s…

He’s a good guy.

You finished, smiling widely. Marnie smiled back, nodding

He is. He is a good guy. I’m so glad you can see that too.

Yeah. I just wished he could see that too,

The farmer said, crossing their arms and leaning against the wall.

He definitely sees the good in you.

Your eyes shoot back up, hoping your face doesn’t give away your excitement too much, but his aunt gives you a sly smile anyway, continuing,

He respects you and your business, and if you two get along, he could use a good friend. Or, Yoba willing, a love match!

She laughs out loud at your embarrassment, your cheeks flushing red now, while this man’s aunt reads you to filth.

Just teasing, sweetie. Really though, thank you. From him and me.

The coffeemaker dings and she turns to grab the cup.

Here, take this, to make it home.

The farmer thanked her and left, chugging the coffee as they went.

#sdv shane #stardew shane #sdv shane fanfic #stardew shane fanfic #stardew valley fic #stardew valley #shane x gender neutral player #I kept wanting to make the player male I might do that next time #shane sdv #sdv fanfic #sdv fic #stardew valley fanfic #I write

[stardewvalleyficrecs]

Tales of the Valley

By Jay_with_Splice

Shane isn't sure how he feels about the new farmer. Everyone else seems to like him; even Jas and Marnie. He's not so sure what he's missing.

Words: 50719 Chapters: 28/45 Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Multi

Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Relationships: Shane/Male Player (Stardew Valley), Elliott/Leah (Stardew Valley), Abigail/Sam/Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Characters: Shane (Stardew Valley), Male Player (Stardew Valley), Marnie (Stardew Valley), Jas (Stardew Valley), Leah (Stardew Valley), Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Additional Tags: Everyone is in this, Slow Burn, Trans Male Character, Depression, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism,Family Issues, Friends to Lovers, Friendship

#stardew valley #stardew valley fic rec #fic rec #shane stardew valley #stardew valley shane #shane sdv #male player sdv #marnie stardew valley #stardew valley marnie #marnie sdv #jas sdv #jas stardew valley #leah stardew valley #leah sdv #stardew valley leah #elliott #stardew valley elliot #elliott stardew valley #sdv elliott #Elliott SDV #shane x farmer #shane/player #elliott/leah #elliott x leah #abigail x sam x sebastian

[stardewvalleyficrecs]

Community Center Blues

By OneOverClover

Emily’s the strange girl in town with a literal floating island inside her head that she can’t account for. Shane’s the town drunk who can’t pretending like he doesn’t see apparitions inside the community center. Paranormal shenanigans ensue.

Words: 13158 Chapters: 3/? Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Relationship: Emily/Shane (Stardew Valley)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Junimos, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Magical shit, Friends to Lovers, Cannon Divergent, There's a male farmer, But he's not the focus of the story, Found Family, Cozy Fic?, Clint Bashing, sister bonding, italics abuse, Platonic Female Friendship, Eventual Smut

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Honey, Honey

By kindslytherin

Having spent most of his childhood and teen summers on his grandparents’ farm, Laurence Oliver grew up around the loving and pure relationship between his grandfather and grandmother. It isn't surprising that he's come to envision a similar marriage for himself. Now, several years later, Lo has taken ownership of the farm and plans to remain as loyal to its past as possible, while trying to establish a future for himself. Though his main focus will be caring for his grandmother and tending to the farm, he can't help but to wonder if maybe moving to Pelican Town permanently was an act of fate. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll stumble into love while he’s there.

Words: 8041 Chapters: 4/? Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Relationships: Alex (Stardew Valley)/Original Male Character(s), Alex & Male Player (Stardew Valley), Elliott/Male Player (Stardew Valley). Elliott (Stardew Valley)/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Male Player (Stardew Valley), Stardew Valley OC, Alex (Stardew Valley), Evelyn (Stardew Valley), George (Stardew Valley), Grandfather (Stardew Valley), Grandmother (Stardew Valley), Grandpa (Stardew Valley), Grandma (Stardew Valley), Original Male Character (Stardew Valley), Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Additional Tags: Childhood Friends, Honey, Beekeeping, Coming Out, Slow Burn, Comfort/Angst, choose the ending, Choose the Couple, Alternate Ending

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