#shane fanfic

[writer-by-the-sea]

The Gas Attendant

Stardew Valley Fanfic

Shane X GN! Reader

NSFW / NSFT

One shot

Reader is entranced by the sexy gas station attendant on an unscheduled stop.

The smell of gas still lingers, no matter how many times I wash myself… I can still smell it. I can still smell him. I let my hands linger on my waist, the hot water from my shower pouring down my back and trying to help me forget what could have never been.

A quick stop in a small town, against my schedule as I left the city and set the destination for my sister's wedding. Something I would have thought nothing of if it weren’t for the gas attendant. Deep plum hair, so dark it was almost black— each shift of head dropping the shaggy hair into his eyes only to be brushed away with a dirty hand. He filled my gas while I browsed the shop and grabbed a few snacks for the hours to come. 

Standing at the checkout, waiting behind a short woman with blonde hair as she went through her lottery tickets, I let myself watch him as he cleaned my car windows. He was handsome, far too handsome to be working at a place like this. His blue overalls were covered in spots of oil and dirt, giving him this appearance of ruggedness that I found myself craving as I continued to watch him. 

I wanted to stall, to spend as much time as I could at this gas station. To throw caution to the wind and chase after the man pumping my gas— 

“Excuse me?” A voice called in front of me, a young girl working the register calling me forward to finally check out. “Whenever you’re ready!” 

I placed my items onto the counter, taking my time and glancing out the window after I set each one down. Chips, cookies, sour gummy worms, a few bottles of water and soda… 

Then I grabbed some candy bars displayed under the counter, following through with finding an excuse to keep eye fucking the gas attendant outside. 

“That’s my uncle Shane!” I jumped as the girl spoke, grinning ear to ear as she rung up each item. “He won’t steal your car, don’t worry!”

“Oh!” I shook my head and brought my hands up defensively. “No, no, that’s not why I was staring at him. I promise!” 

“No worries!” She replied and reached for one of my bottles of water. Then she paused, her fingertips only grazing the bottle before she dropped her hand. “So… why are you staring at him?” 

I gulped and pretended to search for my wallet instead of answering right away. “Uh. No— no reason.” 

She smiled and only hummed in reply as she finally grabbed the water and rung it up. 

After I paid I went back outside, taking a moment to take in my surroundings. Being born and raised in the city, it was odd to actually see trees and the ground. Even the sky was so large it was almost obnoxious… But when I walked up to the gas attendant, I thought maybe I could see myself living somewhere like this… 

“You’re all set,” he said and handed my keys back to me, his fingernails lightly scathing across my palm as he set them in my hand. “You need anything else?”

“Yeah…yeah I do.” 

There was a motel across the street… and Shane didn’t even ask any questions. 

His lips were crushed against my own, ripping my jacket off my shoulders and pushing me into the bed with urgency. I gasped as I fell back into the bedding, but could only watch as he quickly removed his uniform and let it drop to the floor. 

“I don’t normally do this,” I said as he crawled on top of me and worked the button of my pants. “Actually, I’ve never done this—“

“Me either,” he mumbled. A man of few words I came to learn... but that didn’t mean he was lacking in skill. He undressed me with impatient hands, removing each piece of clothing and throwing it behind himself carelessly. 

Soon I was completely nude before him, my legs spread as he buried his head between my thighs. His hands gripped my bottom, spreading me open as he lapped his tongue against my entrance. Each lap slow but eager, dipping into me and working me open as he savored each and every lick. 

“Shane!” I called, my hands digging into the sheets, my legs kicking out as I neared release. But, to my frustration, he wouldn’t allow it. Not yet.,

Shane lifted his head and smiled, lazy and relaxed as he moved himself to settle between my spread legs. He ripped open a condom and rolled it onto himself before placing his cock at my entrance. 

In one smooth motion, he was inside me, taking my breath away as he carefully bottomed out. I was silent, my mouth hanging open, hands on his back and pressing him down deeper, deeper, deeper. 

“Fuck,” he groaned and began moving his hips, fucking into me with lazy thrusts. The head of his cock catching on my hole as he eased himself all the way out and then back in. “You feel so good, baby.” 

He bought his lips back to mine, licking inside my mouth as he brought me closer and closer to release. Shane picked up the speed, fucking into me now recklessly, his hips slamming into me as he gave himself over to me. 

“Please,” I whispered, moaning as he moved his lips down to my neck and bit down. “Shane, please!” 

“Anything you want,” he gasped into my flesh. “Anything you want.” My legs wrapped around him as he went as hard as he could, our moans growing as we came closer to finishing. My nails digging into his back, my head thrown back as I took everything he gave me. 

“Fuck—“ He slammed his hips into me one final time, both of us shouting out as we came together. He gave me a few more light thrusts, his hips barely moving as he filled his condom. 

He left shortly after, giving me another kiss before running out the door. And now I stood in the shower, washing away our love making and trying desperately to forget it. Which I knew was impossible. 

In such a short amount of time I grew so attached, so enamored with this stranger that just made love to me like no one ever had before— 

I sighed and stepped out of the shower, taking a moment to glance at myself in the mirror— still looking throughly fucked. I wrapped myself in a towel, prepared to dry off, get redressed, and then leave this small town forever. 

“Hey,” Shane stood in the room, holding up two button up shirts. “Which one of these would work for your sister’s wedding?” 

“I—“ On the bed was a duffle bag, a few pieces of clothing hanging out of it. Along with a newly purchased box of condoms. “You’re coming with me?” 

Shane chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Babe, If you think for a second that after a fuck like that I’m letting you out of my life you’re out of your damn mind.” 

Maybe… this was meant to be after all. 

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[xinkrustardew]

hii, since you're open to requests could you write something about shane making the farmer cry (accidentally) because he's having a bad day and he says something a little too harsh? the farmer could be a little silly and annoying, but they're sensitive too. it's totally okay if you don't want to, i was just thinking i would like to read something like that ❤️

I can absolutely do that!

Enjoy! (Fic under the cut)

"Sometimes you're a lot to handle! Ya know that!?" Shane blurted out without even thinking.

The farmer froze when he yelled. All they were doing was rambling and poking at Shane to try and get him to pay attention. They weren't expecting him to snap like that.

Shane on the other hand wasn't expecting what he said to make the farmer upset, let alone cry. He looked annoyed as he gave the farmer a silent annoyed glare.

The farmer nodded weakly, their eyes glazing over with tears. Shane's eyes widened seeing that, he didn't want to make them cry. That wasn't what he meant to do at all. 'now you've done it, Shane, good going..' he thought to himself.

The farmer brought one of their hands up to their face and tried to hide it as a few tears fell. They scooted away from Shane as they sat on his bed together.

Shane immediately retaliated and tried to move to sit back beside them again. "Woah, woah-" he said as he carefully pulled the farmer's hand away from their face. He saw how red their face was as tears were falling.

He had been so mean to this poor farmer in the past, did they always react like this? How many times did he make them cry in the past? He'd question, feeling bad for ever having done so.

Shane's hand moved to the farmer's cheek and carefully wiped some of their tears from their face. "I'm sorry" he murmured.

The farmer sniffled, not exactly making eye contact with him. "Do you really think I'm too much?" They asked, almost as a whisper.

Shane sighed to himself before pulling the farmer close to his side and rubbing their back. "...no. you're not too much. I just-" he paused, quietly thinking how to phrase his next words.

"I just don't think before I speak most of the time. I don't like being poked at very much and I was already having a rough time today. People keep just getting on my nerves and I guess sometimes I can't handle it." he shrugged as he tried to explain. The farmer leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around them.

"you could've just told me you were having a bad day and needed to be left alone, you didn't need to yell at me.." they sniffled as they wiped their face.

Shane didn't respond at first, instead he turned and carefully pulled the farmer into a hug, rubbing their back and holding the back of their head. "I'm sorry" he said again.

The farmer closed their eyes, burying their head in the man's shoulder as he held them.

"thank you for apologizing" the farmer replied softly. Enjoying the warmth, comfort, and protection that this big gruff man seems to be giving them.

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[kiljoius-writes]

The View From Down Here - Chapter 28

Of Patience

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Ao3

Charlotte figures out how to keep going.

Charlotte and Jas waved sadly as Shane and Marnie climbed into a car, headed for the city. She only found comfort in the fact that he had unashamedly embraced her in front of the two. Jas had protested vehemently that he was going to drop her when he lifted her off her feet. Then immediately was quieted when he planted a kiss directly on her lips, something that caught Charlotte off guard as she hadn’t planned on forcing the issue, especially since they hadn’t established anything concrete. Something Shane was intent on not doing before his therapy was complete. Once he finally released her, leaving her vision fuzzy, Jas immediately launched in to question them.

Marnie had to quiet her by reminding her this was a serious moment, and Jas, despite the pain it was causing her, left the subject alone. Before he could pull away from her, she clutched the openings of his jacket and leaned up to whisper “I am going to wait for you.”

He gently enveloped her hands with his own, whispering back those words that would buzz in her head for the entirety of his time away.

“I’m broken. But I’ll try to fix it. I’ll see you later, Charlie.”

He let go of her hands and tugged himself away, turning to his goddaughter one more time. She jumped into his arms as he crouched down, clinging to his neck.

“Please be super, super good for Aunt Marnie.” Charlotte felt her heart sink at his words. It was really happening. “And for Charlie. And for Penny, and Sam.”

“I will! Of course I will!”

“I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you, too, Uncle Shane.”

Charlotte sighed as she poured herself some coffee while Jas colored on her dining table. She poured her cream and sugar into the mug, then eyed Jas once more, realizing she should probably get her something to eat and drink too.

Shit.

“You like coffee?” Charlotte teased, heading back into her fridge.

“Bleh.” Jas scrunched up her nose, swinging her legs. Charlotte had to chuckle.

“How about some melon juice?” She fished out a jar, holding it up to the light. “Fresh from the farm!”

“Sure, I’ll try it.” Jas shrugged, still focused on her coloring. Charlotte unscrewed it and presented it to her, frowning a bit as Jas still seemingly ignored her. She was trying her best not to be invasive, trying to understand that maybe she was feeling off after the sad goodbye. She was probably dealing with a lot of emotions that Charlotte couldn’t understand. She chose to take a seat across from her, setting her phone on the table and beginning the mindless scroll for a while. Then, after a few minutes, Jas finally spoke without looking up. “Is Uncle Shane really coming back?”

Charlotte was caught off guard, but quickly locked her phone, sitting up straight. “Of course, girlie. Why wouldn’t he?”

“Everyone leaves me.”

Charlotte grimaced at the words. So casual, like it just was what it was.

Oh Yoba, oh shit.

Already a terrible start. She was never any good with kids, she was the last person qualified to deal with this. She took a deep breath before continuing, “uh-why would you say that?”

“My mom and dad are gone. Uncle Shane’s gone a lot. Aunt Marnie’s gone a lot. I met my grandma once, then not again. I don’t have a family.”

Fuck.

“I’m sorry, Jassy,” she sighed, not sure of whether she should reach over, but Jas was still coloring away, not lifting her head until she spoke that name.

“My daddy used to call me that.” Her face was solemn.

“Shit-sorry, I won’t do it again,” Charlotte panicked, fidgeting with her fingers.

“But I like that you call me that.” Finally she broke into a smile, looking back down at her paper and Charlotte managed to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Okay then, Jassy.” She chuckled uncomfortably, a sense of dread still hanging over her.

“My parents died when I was 5.”

This girl needs a therapist, too.

“Oh?” Charlotte feigned ignorance, unable to know whether she should let Jas continue or stop her before she got too far, farther than was appropriate.

“My dad and Uncle Shane were best friends,” Jas bobbed her head side to side as she colored, filling in the fine details. “I was having a sleepover at Uncle Shane’s when they had an accident on a boat. Yoba killed them.”

Charlotte pursed her lips and took an audible gulp, looking from the coloring book to Jas’ face and back down. “Wh-why do you say that?”

“Uncle Shane said it one time.” Jas shrugged, setting down her pencil to reach for the juice for the first time. “When him and Aunt Marnie were yelling.”

“Oh.” Charlotte sighed, dropping her eyes into the mug in front of her. This was difficult.

“Can you take me to the beach?”

Charlotte almost jumped out of her chair at the suggestion, nodding furiously. “Absolutely, yes. Lets go, now.” Jas giggled as she drained her juice, following her out the front door, too panicked to even consider packing anything.

Once they were at the beach, Jas having not brought up such dark subjects on the way to Charlotte’s relief, Jas immediately ran towards Vincent, who was building a sand castle towards the coast. Charlotte wanted a cigarette. Painfully. Then her eyes locked with Sebastian’s, who was standing on the dock with Abigail, Sam off in the distance on a surfboard.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, eyes darting from the Sebastian to Jas and back. Suddenly, she felt cornered as the duo started heading towards her. She couldn’t escape, she was responsible for Jas. She was stuck and had to accept that this conversation was going to be had now.

“You here with Shane and Jas?” Abigail grinned as they got closer and Charlotte wanted to sink into the sand. Of course, this would be the very first question she was asked.

“Just…Jas…”

“Just Jas?” Sebastian repeated, tossing his cigarette into the sand. Charlotte frowned at it before picking it up for him. “You watchin’ her while Shane works or something?”

“Or something.”

“Where you been, farmer?” Abigail asked the more obvious question, patting Charlotte on the arm endearingly. “We miss you on Fridays.”

“I’ve just been…so busy.” Charlotte spoke carefully, not wanting to reveal too much. She also just didn’t want to get drunk and spill her guts to them again.

“Farmer!” Sam called from the water, struggling to exit the ocean with his surfboard. “Hey, you know where Shane went?”

“Shane’s gone?” Abigail whipped her head back towards Charlotte.

Disappear. Disappear. Just disappear.

“Yeah, Morris’ said he quit to go somewhere else!” Sam panted as he dropped the surfboard next to the trio, falling back onto the sand. “Thought you’d probably know why.”

Sebastian glanced between Sam and Charlotte, squinting as he realized something was wrong.

Charlotte struggled to say something, anything, “I-uhm. Well, you see-“

“Cigarette?” Sebastian interrupted, raising his eyes to suggest going to the other side of the beach.

“Please.” Charlotte nodded furiously, already making way.

“You guys hang back with the kids.” Sebastian gestured towards Vincent and Jas before taking off behind her.

“Seriously?” Abigail groaned, rolling her eyes at them.

Once they were underneath a tree, visibly out of Jas’ eyesight, Charlotte greedily took the cigarette from his hand. Immediately, she lit up and took a long drag, slamming her back into the tree. Sebastian watched her carefully as he lit his own, debating the best way to broach the subject with her. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing what had to come next. There was no way out of this.

“Shane’s on his way to rehab.”

He remained silent, doing an immaculate job of not showing emotion. He simply took in another puff, looking contemplative. She shook her head, pulling the stick back to her lips for another drag, her other hand messing with the hem of her shirt. Finally, Sebastian raised his eyes, in a serious tone asking, “did something…bad happen?”

Charlotte let out a wet laugh, feeling the tears starting to emerge. “No, actually.”

“No?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows, his demeanor relaxing. “So what brought it on?”

“We were…we were doing well together. Not together together, just around each other.” Charlotte smiled to herself, crossing her free hand over her stomach. “And I think he realized that it couldn’t last.”

“Damn.” Sebastian kicked lightly at the sand, rolling his shoulders. “That’s genuinely sad.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Charlotte sighed, sucking the last bit of her cigarette down. “But it’s for the best, I’m realizing. If he can get through it…”

Sebastian eyed her cigarette as it burned to her fingers. He reached over to pluck it and put it out. “You have a bad habit of that.” Charlotte offered him a smile and a small shrug before he continued, “I can get Abby and Sam to lay off.”

Charlotte lowered her head, giving a small nod as he put out his cigarette as well. She felt relief rinse over her, unable to distinguish if it was due to the nicotine fix or Sebastian’s reassurance. Probably both. They returned to the group and Sebastian diverted the subject to possibly going out to do something in the future. She kept an eye on Jas as she argued with Vincent about something, then quickly returning to playing as usual. Abigail and Sebastian eventually bid farewell, Sam hanging back to let Vincent play a little longer. Charlotte engaged in idle chat with Sam on the dock, him using the chance alone with her to ask dozens of questions about environmental work.

“Did you like, get to hang with animals?”

“That would be a zookeeper, Sam. Or working at a shelter, maybe.”

“But like, protecting them is part of it, right?”

“Part of it, not all of it. I worked in mapping.”

“Like a…cartographer?”

Charlotte leaned back at his language, a smile spreading over her face. “I’m impressed, Sam. But, no. Analyst is more like it. I figured out where stuff was, where to put it, where to protect, stuff like that.”

“Sounds kinda boring.”

“Most people think so.”

“If the band doesn’t work out, I was kinda thinking of something like environment work.”

“Yeah?”

“Could you see me working a corporate stiff job?”

Charlotte’s smile fell as her eyes returned to the ocean. Now wasn’t the time for a lecture. “I think you’d be a great environmental steward, Sam. Come talk to me if you ever decide to pursue it.”

“Thanks, farmer.” Sam grinned, pulling his legs up to stand. “I gotta get Vin home for dinner or my mom’ll freak, send my dad out to get us, blah blah.”

“Oh, right.” Charlotte glanced back at the duo, Jas chasing Vincent around the palm trees. It almost hurt to watch, it made her think of her childhood. She was always the aggressor, fearless and pushing her boundaries. She knew she had become a husk of herself. She climbed up as well, joining Sam to collect the kids and walk back together.

After saying goodbye at Sam and Vincent’s house, they returned to the ranch, where the light was on and door unlocked. Marnie greeted them with a sad smile, reassuring Jas that everything was well, and Uncle Shane would be getting the care he needs. Her words were as much for Jas as they were for Charlotte. Once Jas was successfully put to bed, Charlotte and Marnie chatted about the facility, easing Charlotte’s anxiety. After an hour, they embraced and she trekked back to her farmhouse, alone, the sun buried below the town now.

She called it an early night and tucked into bed without dinner, Ding Ding cuddled against her. And she felt hollow.

-

About 2 weeks into Shane’s stay, Charlotte was surprised to see his name pop up on her phone. She feared the worst, but hoped for the best since it was actually the first time he was calling her--ever.

“Hello?” Her voice quivered, fret with worry.

“Hey, Charlie.”

She could have evaporated into the phone at his voice. “Shane.”

“They-uhm…I can have my phone for a few hours a week now.”

She smiled, wondering who he called first. “Jas must’ve been so excited to hear from you.”

“I actually called you first.”

She fell onto her bed, gripping the phone tightly against her cheek. Her heart thumped at his words. “Really?”

“Yeah…” His voice was shaky with a chuckle, but he sounded good. Clear, not mumbling. “Actually, I was just calling to ask-uh-how much honey you usually put in the tea? When you make it?”

“Seriously?” She giggled, pressing her cheek further into the phone. She bit her lip, noting the slight nervousness in his voice. “I dunno, Shane. I go with my heart.”

Silence fell over the phone; she waited with anticipation. Then, with an exasperated sigh, he replied, “hippie farmer.” She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose, draping her free arm over her forehead.

“I miss you.”

“I…miss you, too.”

She listened intently as he talked about his progress, the dark stories other people told, the mediocre food. But their pleasant conversation was cut short by her measure when he used a pause to reluctantly tell her, “I should call Jas and Marnie.”

“Of course!” She replied immediately, despite a silly sense of jealousy. “Yeah, no, of course. She needs to hear from you.”

“She been good?”

“Uhm…” She paused, shifting in her bed.

“That’s not good.”

“No, sorry. I just-I told Marnie I think she might need therapy, too.”

“Shit.” She heard the defeated tone in his voice, and she regretted bringing this up now.

“But don’t worry about it! Marnie’s gonna take care of it all!”

“How can I not worry about it?” He hissed, and it felt like a knife to the heart. She stayed quiet, gritting her teeth to force herself not to say anything back. After a few paused moments, he let out a sigh. “Sorry. I-I’ll text you or call you later this week. Okay?”

“Yeah.” She breathed, feeling dejected that this was how the first time talking with him was going to end.

“Alright…bye.”

“Bye.”

She let him hang up.

Pathetic puppy.

-

More weeks passed, and he did text her like he promised, and called once a week. Their conversations were far more pleasant after the initial pain of the first, both choosing not to bring up Jas in therapy. She chose to focus on the good, telling him about how she was able to multiply bigger numbers now, lost a tooth, started going on weekly walks with her to pick up trash around town and the forest, and of course tending to the pepper plant, as well as harvesting many, many peppers. She avoided talking about the fact she had gone to hang out with the gang one Friday night, or that Jas had been having nightmares. Marnie told her that the nightmares had been a problem since before Shane had left, they were just a little more frequent now.

And she was happy to hear his progress was going well, and that the withdrawals had officially stopped around week 3. Having nothing around him definitely helped, he said. He was angry at first, wanted to leave in the middle of what he deemed were “fucking stupid” group sessions. But he was starting to relax. He had been drinking tea and working out. That was the way he put it.

“I’ve been drinking that dumb tea you were giving me. I pretended at first it was a fancy northerner alcoholic tea, but now it’s just something to keep my hands and mouth busy.”

When you get back, I have something that could keep your hands and mouth busy.

She restrained herself and let him continue. “And I’ve been working out. It feels really good to be physical without being hungover. Working my muscles and feeling sore in the morning.”

I have a workout that’ll make you sore in the morning.

Damn these thoughts.

“And not feel like puking my guts out and crawling into a hole and dying.”

Right.

While he was gone, summer had ended, and the length of his stay was still up in the air. It pained her that he wouldn’t be around for the start of fall. It was her favorite season, and she wished she could spend it with him. But she busied herself with work, Jas, and her friends. She was taking his time off as time to work on herself as well. Her attempts at quitting cigarettes had been shaky at best, nicotine fit fueled at worst. But she was slowly pulling herself out of the hole of despair she had dug herself those first few weeks.

When she saw Jas’ behavior and mood improve drastically over the last few weeks since she had been going to play therapy, she genuinely began considering it for herself. But she was too busy, as it stood. She was taking on more work for the farm, producing over triple what she had last year, and taking care of Jas at least every other day for a few hours at a time. She even stayed at the ranch one night while Jas slept so Marnie could go out for her birthday. They had fallen into a comfortable routine, where Charlotte was constantly challenging Jas. With homework, physical activities, video games. The girl was a force to be reckoned with, and Charlotte didn’t realize how much she would love being around her, despite the rocky start of Shane’s leave.

She couldn’t wait for him to see how they had grown. She held off on giving him too many of the best details, wanting to save them for when he returned in person. One thing she was torn on telling him was that Jas had told her she loved her. When she returned Jas to the ranch one night after catching bugs in the forest together, she threw her arms around her and squeaked out “I love you, farmer Charlie.”

She remembered tensing at the sentence, arms locked around the little girl.

Do I say it back? Is that okay? Am I crossing boundaries?

“Hey! You’re gonna choke me!” Jas giggled, and Charlotte immediately loosened, setting her down. Jas looked up at her beaming and cradling her plastic cage of bugs.

“I love you, too, Jassy.”

“Knew it!” Jas pointed an accusatory finger at her. Charlotte cracked a grin, patting the top of her head.

“Of course I do. You’re my best girl!” Charlotte doted on her, and it felt right. She didn’t care, not for now at least. She was choosing to accept a happy moment at face value this time.

Jas giggled, turning on her heel. “Okay, bye!”

Now, as weeks passed, she grew unsure of herself. Would Shane react positively or negatively to this? She hoped it would be a good sign, that she was right for them. But she was also terrified that she would get in her own head and create problems. Her mental state wasn’t the best for taking care of small children, at least not for more often than she currently was. She was a glorified babysitter right now, no more than someone for a kid to hang out with when no one else could.

And that was the line of thinking that she knew would be her demise. She pushed it back by working. At night, she would smoke to fall asleep so she wouldn’t be left in bed with her thoughts. Occasionally, she would touch herself, but she could never get to energy to keep it up. The thoughts with invade, and she would be left irritated.

-

Eventually the town did find out.

No matter how hard you might try, word always gets around. At first, Charlotte confronted Sebastian, furious. He was ready for her, though.

“I didn’t fucking tell anyone,” he snapped, closing his bedroom door behind her. “Lewis is the snake, Char.”

“Lewis?” Charlotte face contorted in confusion.

“Don’t tell me you’re this naive.” Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose, clenching his eyes shut. Charlotte scanned his face with lowered eyebrows, impatient. “Lewis and Marnie…?”

“The hell?” Charlotte sputtered, leaning back.

“The cost of not being involved in gossip.” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Everyone knows they’re like, secretly dating. Or something, I dunno. It’s very strange.”

“This is a lot to process.”

“Look, Maru overheard Lewis telling my mom about it when he stopped in the other day. Who knows how it spread from there, but that’s the source. Not me.”

“This is a lot to process.”

She didn’t know if Marnie had told Shane that the whole town found out, but she wasn’t about to be the one to ruin one of their sparse times to talk. If Marnie had told him, he hadn’t brought it up to her.

One rushed Thursday, Charlotte practically jogged to Pierre’s with a wheelbarrow full of produce, cursing herself for not having something motorized. Before she could go inside, she heard her name called. She stopped and scanned to find Harvey walking towards her from his clinic.

“Charlotte!” Harvey stopped in front of her, smiling down at her. “How have you been?”

“Oh, good,” Charlotte huffed, setting the wheelbarrow down to wipe sweat from her brow. “How about you?”

“Well,” he nodded with a smile, then leaned in, “I heard…about Shane,” he spoke quietly. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as to why he was addressing this with her. “I know you two had been childhood friends, so I just wanted to let you know I’m delighted to hear he’s recovering.”

“You-“ Charlotte’s eyes widened at his proclamation. “You knew we were? How?”

“That night when he was admitted to me. When I got on the phone with Marnie to assure her you were there and he was fine, we chatted and she told me you had been friends when you were children.”

Charlotte stood, dumbfounded. This fucking town. Did everyone know before her?

“It’s perfectly fine.” Harvey raised a hand, as if to silence her despite her quietness. “I never minded. I just-I wanted to let you know that what he’s doing is a good thing.”

“Uh-Harv?” Her eyes darted to the ground, eyebrows scrunched together and forehead creased. She was taking deep breaths, counting, practicing what she had been researching. “Thanks. Can we drop it now?”

“Oh.” Harvey tilted his head thoughtfully. “Of course.”

Charlotte nodded, eyes shifting now as her hands wrapped back around the wheelbarrow handles. “Uh…nice talking to you.”

“Yes.” Harvey smiled down at her sadly, his trademark scanning of her entire body to feel for her emotional state. She felt bare in front of him and was itching to get away now. She had no ill-will for Harvey. She still admired him and cherished his influence on her life, but now was not the time. “Let me get the door for you.” Charlotte offered a small smile at the gesture, wheeling into Pierre’s once he opened the door. “See you at your next check-up.” With a wink he let the door go and disappeared.

The consequences of dating the only doctor within 50 miles.

Overall, however, things were going well. Despite the persisting ache to see his face, she pushed forward, mostly for Jas. She couldn’t be breaking down, acting like a fool in front of her. She knew she had to project strength and confidence, something Marnie understood far better than her. Whenever she, Jas, and Marnie were together, Marnie never once let a negative emotion slip. But Charlotte knew it couldn’t be all smiles and positivity. It was important to let Jas know it was okay to be sad sometimes, and that’s where Charlotte tried to step in. She was walking a fine line, she knew, and did her best with it.

When Jas wanted to discuss her darker thoughts and memories, Charlotte offered her the ear to listen. As difficult as it was to hear, she knew she needed to be there. Marnie wouldn’t let her speak negatively, calling it “a miserable waste of time.” She didn’t say it maliciously, she said it in a sing-song type of way. It reminded Charlotte of her own parents. Never willing to show a mean, angry, upset emotion. Everything was perfect, nothing was broken, and negative emotion was received with nonchalant responses.

“Why are you sad?”

“Look at all the things we get for you!”

“There’s no reason for you to be upset.”

“Just think positively.”

“Your life is not bad, Charlotte.”

These words mostly came from her father, but her mother emulated it at times. She was quite the follower of whatever her dad insisted on. On the surface, they seemed incredibly happy and well adjusted. But Charlotte heard the intense fighting in their room.

But that’s not something she wanted to dwell on. She wanted to dwell on Jas, and her well-being, and make sure she didn’t have to deal with that. Charlotte was surprised at how easy it was for her to fill that role, and she was happy to do it. Maybe things really could last this way.

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[kiljoius]

The View From Down Here - Chapter 24

Games We Play

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Ao3

Charlotte parties and makes what seems to be a mistake.

Charlotte hit her phone to silence her alarm and clutched her head.

Hangover.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she stumbled out of bed, falling towards her window to shut the curtains. Once everything was nice and dark, she carefully peeled her eyes open, glancing around her room.

“Fuck…” she sighed, rubbing her temples as she searched her bedside drawer for painkillers.

At least she had the foresight to keep a full glass of water next to her. After she drained the glass and took her pills, she fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Who knew the farmer knew how to party?” Sam chuckled, tossing the ball across the beer pong table.

“You kids don’t even know,” she had slurred, swiftly grabbing the ball before it landed on the ground.

“Right…” Charlotte sighed, covering her eyes. She wondered if she had made a total ass out of herself. She was pretty sure she did.

“We should leave him a note,” Abigail giggled, rummaging through Sebastian’s drawers, “if I could just find paper…”

“A note?” Sebastian rolled his eyes, “what are we? In elementary school?”

“Do you like me? Check yes or no,” Sam cackled, causing Abigail to erupt into laughter as well.

“Oh come on…” Charlotte whispered, stumbling across the room to fall on Sebastian’s bed.

“Oh Yoba, did we?” Charlotte sat up, causing nausea to hit her stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her hands around her stomach, fighting the feeling. She wracked her brain.

“Shshsh.”

“Damnit Sam, be careful!”

“You guys are so fucking loud…”

“What, are we gonna wake the cows?”

“No,” her stomach dropped as she pieced together the events. She had spilled her guts to the crew. She groaned as she fell onto her back once more, “noooooo, noooo, noooo.”

After revealing to them that her and Shane had been childhood friends, Sam and Abigail were delighted to theorize on their relationship. Sebastian had been mostly quiet through it, except to speak disapprovingly to their ideas. Sam’s tune had changed from the year prior, instead fantasizing about their childhood romance, lovers meeting later in life. Abigail was egging him on, mostly for the chance to tease Charlotte.

She had let them in on too much, she thought. And Abigail had the idea to leave a letter in Shane’s mailbox, inviting him to the cave behind the farm the next day. To reconnect.

And Charlotte had gone through with it. Sebastian protested, and even she was pushing back.

“You fucking idiot!” she slammed her hands down on the bed, stomach contorting in ways she didn’t even know were possible. Then she shot up, pressure rising in her chest as she checked the time, “shit, shit, shit. When is he gonna be here? Damn, damn,” she grabbed her phone, relieved to see it was still morning.

Time to go to Marnie’s.

-

“This is a nice surprise!” Marnie’s loving voice washed over Charlotte as she pulled her in, still in her robes.

“Sorry it’s so early,” Charlotte apologized, realizing no one was up yet.

“Don’t apologize, I was just enjoying my morning coffee,” Marnie offered her a warm smile, shuffling through her cabinet to get out another mug. She filled it with coffee and set it on the table. She grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and pushed her down into the chair, “excuse me for a moment, just going to check what’s in the mail.”

Her heart skipped a beat as Marnie went back out of the front, fishing the lone letter from the box. Charlotte sat frozen, Marnie returning with a puzzled look on her face.

“Hm,” she tilted her head, brushing past Charlotte. She knocked on Shane’s door, “you awake, sweetie?”

Charlotte listened as rustling came from his room, teeth clenching.

What the fuck are you supposed to do?

His door opened slightly as Marnie pushed the letter towards him, and the door swiftly shut once more. Marnie rejoined Charlotte in the nook, sitting next to her.

“Oh, silly me,” Marnie giggled, getting back up, “you take creamer, don’t you?”

“Uh-yeah,” she nodded, pulling the coffee to her. She couldn’t stop thinking about what Shane’s face would look like when he opened the letter. Her breathing quickened, “thanks.”

“What brings you, then?” Marnie returned to her seat, leaning over the table to look at her.

“Oh-“ Charlotte started, eyes widening at bit as she stared down at the coffee. She hadn’t thought this far, letting the words slip out of her mouth, “came to ask your advice again…since Summer’s coming up.”

“Ah, of course.” Marnie poured herself another mug and began rattling on. Charlotte looked out the corner of her eye to find Shane slipping out of his room and to the bathroom.

“Bathroom!” Charlotte shot up, stumbling backwards. Marnie leaned back, eyes wide.

“Oh, of course,” she let out a chuckle, pointing down the hall, “you can use the one in my room.”

“Thanks,” she huffed out, racing to the hall and quietly sliding to the right instead of the left. She carefully pushed the door to Shane’s room open and snuck in, heart racing as she scanned the room. She had only been in here once since she moved back, and she was disoriented as she attempted to find the letter.

There it is.

She quietly but quickly dodged the items on the floor, reaching his nightstand to grab the letter.

“Shit…” she whispered, seeing it torn open. She stared at it for half a second, then-

“Regretting it?” His low voice sent shivers down her spine. He stepped inside, casually closing the door behind him.

“No-“ she spoke quickly, looking up at him. She blushed at the sight, in simple polka dotted boxers and a white cotton t shirt. She immediately looked back down, raising her hand to her face to shield her eyes, “I don’t. I just-I wasn’t-“

“Sober?” He stepped closer, crossing his arms. “Can’t stand to look at me, huh?”

“I’m sorry, Shane.”

“Don’t.”

She let her hand drop as she peered back into the envelope, then set it back down on his nightstand.

“It’s…not cleared out,” she spoke carefully, attempting to recall, “it’ll have a ton of spiders.”

Her heart lifted at the sound of a chuckle, so she finally raised her head to look at him. He was staring out the window, the warm light of the sun peeking in, causing his purple locks to shimmer.

“It’s not ready,” she finished, pulling her shoulders back.

“Well,” he started, looking back at her once more. He stepped closer, and closer, and her stomach tightened, lips sucked in. She was excruciatingly aware of the outline of his bulge in his boxers, and she couldn’t believe what a pervert she felt like, doing everything she could to maintain eye contact until he fell back onto the bed, rolling over with the sheets on him, “let me know when it is. You can go.”

She didn’t take any time to process what he said, but simply bolted out of the room at his excusal.

“Get lost?” Marnie’s voice playfully called from the kitchen, and Charlotte wanted to disappear.

“I think I have to go,” she choked out, brushing past Marnie in hurry, “thanks for the coffee.”

-

Fighting through the hangover, Charlotte furiously swept the floor of the cave.

What a silly endeavor, trying to clean a damn cave.

With a foxtail, she curled up as many spiderwebs as she could find, attempting to release the spiders to a different area of the farm. Once she had one side of the cave cleared, she exited and let herself fall onto the dirt beneath her, sprawling out in the sun. She scrunched up her nose at a familiar smell, the one that hit her right in the needy part of her brain.

“Who said you could rest?”

She peeled open one eye to see Sebastian above him, cigarette in hand, smirk across his face as usual.

“It’s already noon and you’re not even done,” he gestured towards the cave, and she slammed her eye back shut with a pouty grunt, throwing her forearms over her eyes. He snickered, “yeah, I remember. You were pretty wasted, farmer.”

“I fuckin’ know, okay,” she snapped, slamming her hands to the ground to heave herself up, “I’m an idiot.”

“A cute, funny idiot,” he offered a hand to help her up, and she rolled her eyes.

“Real charming,” she spoke under her breath, grabbing the broom once more.

“Here,” he dropped his cigarette and grabbed the foxtail, “I’ll help with the super spooky spiders.”

Oh Yoba…

“How much did I tell you guys?” She narrowed her eyes, following him into the cave.

“Everything, basically,” he spoke casually, carefully clearing spiders.

“Everything?”

“Not everything,” he shot her a look, face solemn, “mostly just what you remembered about Shane.”

“Oh,” she sighed, beginning her sweeping.

“Really cute story, to be honest.”

“You think it’s cute?” she asked incredulously, a smile spreading on her face. He shrugged, continuing to sweep up cobwebs.

Sebastian continued to help her in comfortable silence. She was actually grateful for his company, feeling like she was going to go crazy with her own thoughts.

“I know that you knew Shane from when you guys were kids,” Sebastian started suddenly, continuing to dust. She slowed down, turning her attention to him, “but you should know that a lot has changed since then.”

“And you know that how…?” she began before letting out a scoff, “oh wait, right. Small town.”

“Yeah, it is. It’s unfortunate, but how it is,” he kept going, “Jas isn’t his daughter, or really his niece.”

“Right, I knew that…” she spoke slowly, forehead creasing.

“She’s his goddaughter, and apparently her parents were Shane’s best friends. They died in a boating accident a few years ago.”

Charlotte was silent.

“I guess he was watching Jas, and then he got the call, and suddenly he was her legal guardian…and he came here. I heard that he didn’t really drink until that happened…but after something that traumatic…I guess…”

“That…that’s enough,” Charlotte interjected, her stomach balling into knots.

It felt way too personal to get this far into Shane’s life without him around.

“I just wanted you to have the heads up,” he said, softly. She took a few deep breaths, feeling her blood pressure rise.

One…two…three…one…two…three…

“I kinda wanna be alone now, Seb,” she spoke carefully, trying her best not to come off angry, despite being angry.

“Yeah, alright.” He stepped backwards, looking down at her with concerned eyes. He lingered for just a bit longer before seeing himself out, leaving her in the darkness of the cave.

“What are you doing?” she asked herself, staring down at the ground beneath her. She looked to the side of her where she was keeping her grandfather’s old picnic basket, with that same square picnic blanket. She sighed, looking out the opening of the cave. The sun was hiding behind a thicket of leaves now, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep this going. She opened the basket and pulled out the blanket she found deep in a closet, set aside.

She waved it out, holding it up before her. It seemed bigger before, when she was younger. It had a couple of holes, but nothing major. It was an old school, plaid, fleece blanket with fringe, knotted edges, some frayed. She pulled it up to her chest and inhaled. It brought a whirlwind of nostalgia, from warm, sticky summer days in the lake, to campfires in front of the farmhouse, to hot dinners, just her and her grandfather. Then, she stretched it over the ground in front of her and sat down, laying back. She stretched her forearms behind her head and rested. She let herself doze off into a nap.

-

“You gonna be a farmer?”

“Hell no,” Charlotte scoffed, shoving branches out of her way as her and Shane ventured through the Cindersap forest, “I wanna be a lawyer. Make a lot of money.”

“Lame,” Shane teased, following behind her, then a snap, “SHIT!”

“What?!” Charlotte flipped around, seeing Shane clutching his face.

“You could watch it, you know!” he growled, rubbing his red face, “you let a branch hit me!”

“Suck it up, buttercup,” she taunted, leaning towards him with an unapologetic smirk on her face.

“Bitch…”

“W-what?!”

Shane froze, eyes wide but not daring to meet hers. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“To call me a bitch?” She put her hands on her hips, glaring down at him, face reddening.

“No, I didn’t! I didn’t mean to!”

“Whatever, bud,” she flipped back around and hustled through more branches, leaving him by himself.

“Damnit…”

-

“Farmer.”

“Real fuckin’….nice, Shane…”

“What?”

Charlotte rubbed her eyes, pressing hard. She blinked and looked up, darkness filling her vision. Then she heard a click, and there was a bright light in her face.

“Ah, fuck!” She brought her forearms to her eyes, shielding them.

“Nice, Shane. What’s so nice, about me?”

“Get that damn light out of my face!”

When the light receded, she huffed a sigh and lifted onto her elbows, readjusting her eyes to find Shane’s dark figure towering over her.

“Nothing nice about you,” she growled, turning away from him, feeling a little irritated by the dream, “just calling me a bitch for no reason.”

Shane paused, thinking over her words before he responded, “you still remember that, huh? Well, I’m actually not sorry.”

“What?” she shot him a look, anger on her face.

“You hit me in the face with branches and then told me to suck it up. Kind of bitchy.” She couldn’t make out his face in the darkness, unable to tell if he was messing with her. Then he held his hand out for her, and she reluctantly took it. Her face softened.

She sighed, “fair, I guess.”

“You really came out here to sweep a cave for me?” he asked, sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from her as she cracked a small smile up at him.

“Yeah, definitely felt silly as I was doing it, trust me.” She glanced around at her handy work, the cave mostly looking cleared of any creepy crawlers. She slapped her hands together and went for the exit. He was here, might as well take advantage of it. “Hold on.”

Shane watched her leave the cave, shoving his hands in his pockets as his gaze lingered on her figure. When she turned the corner, his head fell forward, staring at the ground. His chest was tight with anticipation.

What are you doing here?

She returned within minutes with a candle and two jars. She carefully smoothed out the blanket again, and set the candle in the middle. He watched as she pulled a lighter from her back pocket and flicked it on, illuminating the cave. Then, she fell to a seat position and pushed one of the jars towards him before patting the spot next to her. “Sit.”

“I don’t think I should.” He frowned, avoiding her eyes. He eyed the jar with light pink liquid in it.

“It’s just juice. Home made.” She lifted and shook it at him as if that would entice him. “Please, for the love of Yoba, sit with me.”

Without a word, Shane gave in. He sat the farthest edge of the blanket from her, hesitantly accepting the jar. He carefully swirled it, intent on keeping his eyes on it and not her.

She hummed as she unscrewed her jar, then took a big swig. “Remember how my poppop used to set us up with juice and sandwiches out here?”

Shane paused before responding. “Yeah.”

“He liked you, I dunno if you knew that.” He gulped at her words.

“I liked him, too.” He spoke sadly, still staring at his jar.

“I miss him.” She sighed, taking another drink. “He’s everywhere and nowhere. It sucks.”

“I bet…” He whispered, clutching the jar. She started humming again, and it was music to him. He twisted the jar in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the cool glass imprints. He took an achingly long, deep breath before placing the jar down, setting his eyes on the candle.

“Charlie…” He began with a sigh, pulling his legs to his chest as the flicker of the candle illuminated their faces erratically. “I’m sorry about the other day.”

“Sorry for what?” Charlotte pried, sucking in her lips. She knew exactly what.

“Kissing you.” He spoke shortly, refusing to meet her eyes. She nodded, pulling her legs in to cross them. She shifted awkwardly in her seat, looking up at the ceiling of the cave.

“Shane, do you remember when I kissed your cheek in here?” She hesitated to ask, but wanted to know.

“Of course.” He focused his attention on the candle in front of them, not daring to budge.

“And when I asked if you wanted to kiss me? On the dock?”

“Of course.” He repeated, breathing becoming unsteady.

“You do?” She smiled thoughtfully, turning her body towards him. He nodded, furrowing his eyebrows as she spoke but refusing to meet her eyes.

“Yeah…I…was so caught off guard.”

She giggled, smile lines forming on her cheeks. His heart jumped at the noise, causing his breathing to skip. Again, she sucked in her lips, debating whether to continue the thought. Was now the right time? He was sober, as far as she could tell. He came here. He wanted to be there. “I wanted you to kiss me.”

“What?” His voice was shaky, and he couldn’t stop himself from looking up at her. She had the tiniest smirk on her face, the light of the candle bouncing off her shiny red hair. Her eyes scanned his, gauging his reaction of shock. He shot his eyes back down at the candle, eyes moving back and forth as he finally asked “why?”

“Cause I liked you, dummy.”

And his heart jumped again.

“Still do.”

And again.

Why?

He sat in silence, unable to decide what was happening here. “Why are you telling me all this? What if Harvey finds out? I’m not trying to make enemies with the docto-“

“We broke up.” Her voice dropped, and silence fell over them again. He willed himself to raise his head to look at her, her eyes now on the candle without looking at him. He scanned her face, wondering what the hell was going on. She couldn’t be serious.

After everything, now?

He cleared his throat, causing her to look back up at him. “Charlie. What are we doing here?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered, frowning. “I’ve just been thinking. A lot.”

“You always do,” he quipped, forcing a giggle from her, and his heart lifted again.

“I do,” she exhaled, willing herself to scoot closer to him, until their elbows brushed. “I’ve been thinking about our summers. Pulling out the memories. I do remember you, Shane.”

“Wish you wouldn’t.” Shane plunged his eyes downward, purple-black strands covering his eyes now.

“Wish you wouldn’t talk like that.” Her voice was soft, it tickled his ears. “Shane, could you please look at me?”

His stomach dropped; he didn’t know if he could make himself look at her. His whole body was tense with anticipation, frozen. She had no idea the effect she had on him. Ever since she got back, all he wanted to do was grab her, shake her, make her remember and be his friend again. Wanting and doing are two different things, though. He could never work up the courage to do it. Even when he drank, he would just fall back in that pit of despair, pitiful.

His breath caught in his throat when he felt her fingertips under his chin. They were so soft, despite all the work she did. Despite the callouses she had earned. They gently curled under his chin, pulling his face to meet hers.

His eyes were big and worried, but she could still imagine falling into them. Deep and dark. His shadow had grown in since she saw him this morning, dressed in simple sleepwear. That image had been stuck in her head all day. She caught herself wondering how his cotton shirts would feel on herself. Or against her.

The moment felt still, the only activity coming from the small, dancing flame on the wick of the candle. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to grab her, climb on top of her, put his jacket under her head, and just smash his lips against hers. He wanted to run his hands up and down her back, he wanted to know how soft the skin on her hips was. It had to be silky, he knew it. He wanted her, more than he could describe in words. But no matter how much he willed himself to take action, do something, his limbs were simply paralyzed. He couldn’t do it again. He took his shot once and blew it. He couldn’t.

Then she leaned up, and planted a kiss on his cheek. When her lips left, they left a burning imprint, which spread red from inward, out. He forgot how to breath.

“Is that okay?” She whispered, eyebrows pulling together, lip tucked away. His eyes darted across her face, noting every little action she took. It was intoxicating by itself how much the littlest things she did got him going. Every tiny action, the crease in her forehead, a soft strand of hair falling in front of her eye, her nostrils flaring. He couldn’t tear himself away. He simply nodded his head, forcing himself to take in a breath. She continued chewing her lip.

“Why do you do that?” He finally managed to speak; his voice breathy as if he had just run a mile. She tilted her head, eyes looking doughy as she slid her fingertips over the spot she kissed on his cheek.

“Do what?”

“You bite your lip.”

She immediately let her lip go from her teeth, red overtaking her cheeks now. She shook her head, averting her eyes as she retracted her hand. Not willing to miss his chance again, he caught her hand, bringing it back to its resting place on his cheek. She let out the tiniest hum of satisfaction as he did so.

“I think it’s like…a subconscious way of flirting.” She admitted, raising her eyes back up. His eyes were locked on her lips, and she was suddenly very aware of how she moved her mouth. Nothing she did felt right anymore, her lips felt like a detached part of her.

“It is?” He blinked, forcing his eyes back up, hand still encasing hers. He suddenly felt emboldened. “Are you flirting with me, farmgirl?”

Fuck.

She liked that sentence; she loved the way he spoke it. And strangely, finishing it with that nickname excited her. She wasn’t sure why, maybe because it felt affectionate, just for her. And she was just now realizing how much she craved Shane’s affection. Maybe it was because he had been so cold, so standoffish, so gone. She just wanted him to look at her. Exactly like he was looking at her now.

He slowed his breathing, trying to keep it steady. His head was swimming, but he didn’t want her to see that. He just wanted to freeze this moment; he never wanted her hand to leave. It had been so, so long since he had been touched with any care by someone his own age, let alone someone who’s touch he’s craved for as long as he knew. After all these years, he still dwelled on their friendship on occasion, mourning it much like he mourned his other friends. But she was right here. It felt like a dream. He wondered if it was.

“I think so.” She finally responded with a breathy laugh, and it caused his stomach to tighten. What he would give to hear that laugh every single day, for the rest of his life. She lowered her eyes to his cheek, where her hand remained, and gave a small shrug. “I’m not good at giving or picking up signals, honestly. I don’t know how any of this works.”

“Me neither.” The right side of his lips upturned into a crooked smile, and she could’ve melted.

“Yoba, look at us.” He finally released her hand, letting it drop into her lap. She looked down at her feet, a sweet smile on her face. “Like teenagers. Like we were. But now we’re almost 30.”

“Don’t remind me.” His gaze was still locked on her, noting every detail of their interaction. He was finally feeling a little looser, breathing steady. When she looked back up at him, she was painfully aware that he hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

“Is there something in my hair? Or?” She played dumb, running her fingers through her hair. He wished they were his fingers.

“I’m baffled by you, Charlie.”

“You’re baffled by me?” She spoke incredulously, leaning back as if a gust of wind was pushing her. He finally ripped his eyes away, offering a short nod.

“I think I should probably get going.” With a quick breath, he was on his feet.

“Already?”

You sound pathetic.

“I should put Jas to bed. Act like I’m not a piece of shit parent.” His words stung, she hated how he spoke about himself.

She fought with herself. She felt like a schoolgirl, a little puppy. She wanted to ask to walk him home, but she knew it wasn’t the right time. The haste with which he shot to his feet, his figure already in the exit of the cave.

He was spiraling. He knew he shouldn’t be, he had no good reason to be. But if he sat there any longer, he knew he would do something. Something he’d regret. And the best course of action was to escape; run away, like he usually did.

Charlotte’s chest tightened, feeling the tears well up in her ducts.

“Stop it…” she whispered to herself, pulling the back of her hand to her eye. She was feeling wholly sad. She had his attention for almost a good hour, and she blew it. He was right there, ready. Flirting in the only way she knew how to accept. She should have lunged at him, threw herself at him. This game was becoming exhausting, and she just wanted to win.

With a deep sigh, she leaned forward and blew out the candle.

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[farmerstarter]

The Bachelors and How They Sleep

hello lovelies! Have some more of my headcanons. These HCs are for a gn! reader. If you have any requests then feel free to send me an ask! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated 🌷🤍

Alex:

🏈 Moves a lot during his sleep. But he doesn't outright punch you by accident. You always seem to end up being under him.

🏈 Mumbles a lot too. One time, you woke up to him counting to himself, just like how he counts his bicep curls.

🏈 Wakes up early, just a few moments before you. He says it's because he needs to exercise the first thing in the morning. But it's actually because he felt you move out of the bed and he doesn't like to be alone.

🏈 Gives you all the pillows to make you comfortable. He says it's important for your muscles to get a good night's rest. He ends up hogging the blankets.

Elliott:

🪶 Sleeps like a dead man. He doesn't move at all, save for the occasional turning to the side to snuggle against you.

🪶 It takes him a while to finally succumb to slumber. He says it's because he's used to listening to the waves of the beach to fall asleep.

🪶 Silk pajamas, the man has sets of them. He keeps his hair down while sleeping so you sometimes wake up to your whole face being covered by his locks.

🪶 He's a late riser, mostly because he sleeps late too. He tells you that he writes better at night and he doesn't allow himself to rest until he's finished writing one chapter at least.

Harvey:

🛩️ Sometimes, Harvey forgets to take off his glasses before he goes to bed. Which is why he has so many broken ones that he tries to hide from you by kicking them under the bed.

🛩️ Professional cuddler. He always makes sure you're in his arms or vice versa. He needs to touch you in order to get a good night's rest. Doesn't matter if you two are spooning or if it's just his hand on top of your arm.

🛩️ Snores a lot. Goes "hoooonk mimimimimi hoooonk mimimimi"

🛩️ I like to imagine him wearing those pajamas that's like just a long night gown and those floppy pointy hats. You know the one.

Sam:

🎸 Alex mumbles in his sleep, Sam straight up sings. Usually it's outbursts of the choruses of his songs, sometimes he'd hum the tune out. You have a video of him playing air drums while sleeping. You sent the video to Abigail and Sebastian, and they never let Sam hear the end of it.

🎸 He wakes up super late most of the time. But on the rare occasion where he doesn't, he cooks breakfast and serves it to you in bed. Complete with a flower in a vase and everything.

🎸 Always kisses you before he falls asleep. Straight up drags you to his side of the bed to peck your lips.

🎸 Would take off his shirt to put it on you. He says he doesn't want you getting cold at night and waves you off when you refuse, worried about his wellbeing. "I don'T gEt sicK eaSiLy, Babe," ends up in the clinic to get meds the next day.

Sebastian:

👾 It's my headcanons and I say he moves a LOT during his sleep. So much so that you end up on the floor when you wake up. He refuses to believe that he does that.

👾 His sleep schedule depends on you. He refuses to sleep unless you're already in the house. He doesn't like the feeling of sleeping when he doesn't know you're safe. You'll find him waiting for you on the porch.

👾 Prefers to sleep on the side of the bed where the sun doesn't shine.

👾 Immediately feels it when you get out of the bed. And he wakes up immediately, groggy and needing a few minutes to register where he is. Even if you're just going to get a glass of water, Sebastian would wake up and ask where you're going.

Shane:

🐣 This man says good night to all the chickens in your coop before he goes to bed, I decided.

🐣 He used to get little to no hours of sleep but after moving in with you, he tries to get enough sleep as possible.

🐣 Hugs you in his sleep, all the time.

🐣 He wakes up the same moment you do, sometimes earlier. He gave himself the job to take care of your farm animals so you don't have to work too hard. So he wakes early to get the job done as soon as possible to spend breakfast with you.

🐣 My brother in Yoba, he would wake up in the middle of the night to get a snack. You would sometimes catch him in the middle of drinking cows milk straight out of the bottle in front of the open fridge.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley headcanons #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex #sdv elliot x reader #sdv elliott #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey #sdv sam x reader #sdv sam #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian #sdv shane x reader #sdv shane #🌱 writing :: bachelors

[nerdpoe]

The Disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne, and how Watcher Mystery Files solved it in one episode.

Wrote it for a warm up, freaked out because I didn't know how to end it, copped out, wrote Omegaverse instead, finished another story, circled back to this one.

Anyways this was inspired by this post right here from @thebeeswantarson

it looks like this go reblog it

Alright here we go.

When the nosebleeds had started, Tim hadn’t really thought anything of it.

He’d waved away concerned friends and family, shoved tissues (and tampons, on one memorable occasion) up his nose, and gone about his day.

Then the migraines. Oh, the migraines.

After the increased migraines, increased stomach issues, and a few fainting spells that had even Bruce cornering him and demanding he see a doctor, Tim had acquiesced.

And the result after many CATscans and MRIs?

Nothing. No tumors, no signs of disease, normal bloodwork-nothing physical was wrong.

Nothing magical, either. He’d gone to some JLD members to ensure that.

After consulting with his small team of doctors, they finally managed to pinpoint what was driving his body to rebel against itself.

Stress.

Fucking stress.

Like some sort of swooning Victorian maiden, but with all the swooning and none of the cocaine.

So.

Tim had written email to his friends and family, sent them off, and proceeded to completely detach from the world around him in his most well-kept secret bunker.

Tim knew himself, and if he maintained contact with anyone then he’d inevitably go back to working on cases and undoing the de-stressing he was attempting.

He hadn’t been sure if it would work, or if the stress of not being able to connect to the others or work on cases would make things worse, but it had. Unorthodox, yes, but it worked! He’d relaxed and caught up on sleep!

But fully rested, and also more than a little bored, he knew it was time to get back into the swing of things.

Mournfully, Tim bid his state-of-the-art bunker goodbye and started going through the multiple airlocks to get outside.

The absolute second he stepped out, though, the air rippled and Kon was immediately there.

Kon looked…disheveled.

His hair was a wreck, he only had one sleeve of his jacket on, and…were those tear tracks?

Why was Kon crying?

Fuck, had the zombie apocalypse started while he’d been away?

Tim held out his hands in a calming motion, not breaking eye contact.

“It’ll be okay Kon; we can figure out what the cure is for the Zombie Plague.” Tim didn’t actually know if he could figure it out, but he didn’t want Kon to freak out anymore than he already was.

Tim’s hands were pushed aside in favor of being swept into an all-consuming hug, and-yup. Kon absolutely was crying into his shoulder.

Tim was officially concerned.

“Is Bart okay? Is Cassie okay? Kon, who’s hurt, what happened-“

“You, Rob. You’re okay. Shut up, I’m having a moment.”

Tim was even more confused, but that was alright; his brain started working without him.

Kon was crying, and emphasizing that Tim was okay. Kon had not realized that Tim was fine, ergo Kon had not received the email Tim had sent out.

Then Tim’s brain went Tim Big Brain.

Normally, a misconception like that would have been cleared up right away by someone else with correct information. But it hadn’t been cleared up at all, and Kon was never quiet about trying to save someone.

Thus, no one had known any different to what Kon had believed. No one had known to correct the misconception that he had found himself immersed in.

Therefore, the emails had not been sent out.

…

The…emails had not been sent out.

Oh fuck him the emails had not been sent out and he went on his merry way to an unlisted bunker with soundproofing for six fucking months.

“You were supposed to receive an email,” Tim muttered, horrified, as his arms wrapped around Kon as well.

Kon snorted wetly.

“Well I didn’t, and neither did anyone else.”

“Yeah, I kinda get that now. I’m in…so much trouble.”

Kon nodded into Tim’s shoulder, smearing snot and tears into his shirt. Tim didn’t even complain.

He was too busy realizing just how badly he was in for it.

~~~~~~

Bruce could feel the conversation he was trying to have begin to turn into another fight.

Dick was insisting that Ra’s Al Ghul had to be the one who had taken Tim, and had roped Damian in on it.

The problem was that there was no real concrete evidence that Ra’s had taken Tim, and Bruce refused to let them move in without intel on, at the very minimum, where Tim could have been taken.

Dick, naturally, was not happy with that answer.

Bruce, of course, refused to lose any more of his children. Especially if it was something he could have easily prevented.

“Father, if Grandfather has Drake it is only a matter of time before irreparable damage is done. We must move quickly.”

Bruce shook his head, standing more firmly in front of his oldest and youngest.

Dick looked ready to explode.

“Get out of the way, Bruce. I’m getting Tim.” Dick’s stance was tense, and his words moreso.

Bruce had no doubt this would devolve into a physical confrontation if he did not ed-escalate.

He opened his mouth to do just that when, with a shrill beeping sound, Oracle chimed in.

“Uh, guys? I think I just found Tim.”

Bruce felt something inside of himself relax, and didn’t bother to stop Dick and Damian as they charged past him to crowd the Batcomputer.

“Oracle, report; where is he?” Was he safe? Did he need help?

“About that…”

“Babs please!” Dick begged, knuckles white from where he gripped the console.

“He’s currently outrunning the paparazzi and a literal mob of Gothamites with phones.”

Bruce…had no idea how to respond to that.

Neither did Dick, apparently.

“They’re all livestreaming, so like; tracking him isn’t an issue,” Oracle supplied, like that made things make more sense.

The screen blinked, and four separate video feeds from random Gothamites showed Tim running from them at different angles.

“…Agent A, I believe it’d be best for you to pick him up.”

All eyes were on Tim; it would be weird if Batman swooped down to retrieve him.

~~~~~~

When Tim had Kon drop him off, he had been expecting maybe a second look or two when he stepped out of that alley.

What Kon may have neglected to mention, however, was that the disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne was all anyone had been talking about for four months. There were a lot of theories, but the most prevalent happened to be the most gruesome.

Popular theory one; Bruce Wayne murdered Timothy Drake-Wayne in cold blood after Timothy made a decision with Wayne Enterprises that infuriated the man.

Popular theory two; Timothy Drake-Wayne was being held for ransom, and Bruce Wayne was refusing to pay it. Effectively, it was the same as theory one but with more steps.

Popular theory three; Timothy Drake-Wayne had been captured by Gotham’s underbelly and sold into human trafficking.

And the fourth most popular theory; Timothy Drake-Wayne was abducted by aliens.

So when Tim stepped out of that alley, it wasn’t to an occasional second glance.

It was to excited whispers and impromptu livestreaming.

Naturally, Tim bolted.

He’d outrun one mob, only to run into another one. His face was all over the internet, he knew, and there was no way Barbara hadn’t caught on.

He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, really, and made the worst mistake he could have made at that particular point in time.

He ran in front of Wayne Enterprises.

There were two guys, presumably talking about his disappearance. One was average height, the other was tall, and both were clearly not from Gotham.

He heard tiny snatches of their conversation as he got closer, pinned the California accents, and shoved past them with a half shouted apology.

“Well would’ja lookit that, Ryan; looks like it just solved itself!”

“How?!”

Tim let them fall into the background and used his new bearings to beeline for Crime Alley.

After all, only idiots would follow someone into Crime Alley.

Unfortunately, after twenty minutes Tim was forced to admit that the general populace of Gotham probably wasn’t on the scale of normal he had been depending on.

They had indeed followed him all the way into Crime Alley.

So he tried to lose them even harder.

He shoved between muggers and their victims, blew through obvious drug deals, and jumped over the tables hosting poker games so intense that the players were fingering their weapons.

Still, the crowd followed him.

Tim took three quick turns, prepared to take a fourth, and was snatched out of the street and into an old building.

The hold was meant for restraint, and Tim couldn’t break out of it without making a lot of noise, which he really didn’t want to do.

Plus, he recognized the arms latched around him and keeping him in place.

“Thanks Hood,” Tim whisper-panted.

The arms got tighter.

“Kid, do you have any idea how many ops I blew searching for you?”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Was absolutely convinced trafficker filth had gotten their hands on my kid brother,” Hood continued quietly, the mechanical rasp making his words deceptively collected, “So I went ahead and destroyed some of my only leads on the off chance that I’d find him.”

Tim felt himself start to break out in a cold sweat.

“So…you need help picking up your old trails?”

“’Help’ feels wrong. I’m owed it, Timmers.”

~~~~~~

‘Timothy Drake-Wayne Returns from the Dead!’

Tim thought that the newspapers were, quite possibly exaggerating just a little.

Just like his family was overreacting.

He was to wear at least four trackers at all times, he had to check in four times a day, he had to help Red Hood with picking back up the case load he’d all but set on fire in search of Tim, and he had to take Damian wherever their youngest wanted to go.

Apparently, the Little Demon had been so concerned that Ra’s Al Ghul had Tim that he’d started having nightmares.

And Tim wasn’t gonna lie, he felt beyond shitty for that. Well, that and everything else.

He’d also been forced to tell Bruce the location of every single one of his bunkers.

He’d sulk but…Tim also kind of felt like the worlds biggest asshole.

So.

He’d just…remember to actually hit send, not save, next time.

#batman #red robin #superboy #nightwing #red hood #watchers #ryan bergera #shane madej #brief cameo but it's there #fanfic #tim drake #kon-el #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian wayne

[ejsuperstar]

Imagine you live in pelican town. The new farmer has been here a couple weeks now and seems to be settling in, except... He's picking the weirdest friend choices. Like sure it's not weird to befriend the local fisherman, especially when he has an interest in fishing himself, but you're pretty sure you've seen him rooting through the Saloon's garbage with the local homeless man. As well, he keeps harassing the poor guy who works at Joja even though you KNOW he doesn't want to be friends with him.

And since you're on the topic of weirdness, isn't it odd he seemingly runs everywhere at a full sprint? Or just... Eats entire raw fish while fishing for "energy reasons"...

...

Despite all that, it's too early to call him off putting or anything... He has been engaging in town traditions, and he's started helping out with the old community centre. He's probably like the rest of you. Someone with a few quirks, that will fit in with the valley great!

Surely he can't get any weirder... Right?

#been playing my new sdv save some more recently #i keep thinking about the whole “eldritch” farmer thing #where the famer is just... objectively strange #i fucking love it #i love the idea of the farmer being some sort of higher being #someone who doesnt understand local conventions #someone who doesnt get why its considered weird to eat whole raw fish fresh from the river #or how it might be offputting to greet someone for the first time using their name #but at the same time #this eldritch entity genuinely wants to be a part of the community #they want to learn and they want to love and they want to learn to love #i see minmaxxer/speedrunner eldritch famer a lot #mainly played off for gags #but not genuinely loving their live in the valley eldritch farmer #at least not often #theres so much temptation to write an eldritch farmer x shane fanfic set in spring 1 or some shit lmao #text post #stardew valley #sdv #sdv farmer

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Your first time with the bachelors, MDNI pls

Content warning: sex, I try to keep it all gender neutral so everyone can enjoy! Shane’s and Harvey’s are a bit more female leaning on accident 😅

Alex

He’s got experience so even if you don’t he can help you out

Will take it slow for you for your first time together

Always has condoms on hand, we practice safe sex in this house

Pulls you onto his lap for a heavy make out session first, hands roaming over your body while he encourages you to do the same

Always asks before removing any article of clothing from you, consent is sexy

Once your both naked he’ll lay you back on the bed, he’ll do all the work he just wants you to enjoy the ride

Makes sure you cum on his hands and mouth first so your well prepped since he’s a bit big

Lubes himself up after rolling on the condom and starts inching himself inside you, he’ll watch your face the whole time to make sure your not in to much discomfort

Once he’s fully inside you he’ll give you time to adjust if you need it, likes to give you lots of little praises

“Fuck baby, that’s it, your taking me so well” “look at you all stuffed full of my cock like such a good girl/boy/pet”

Once you let him know he’s good to move he does try to take it slow at first, but after a few moments he’ll pick his pace up to a nice quick thrusting

Definitely plays with your nipples or clit while he fucks you, wants to make sure your feeling as good as he is

When he gets close to cumming his thrusts get sloppy and a bit out of rhythm

Leans close to your ear and whispers absolute filth

“Take it, fucking take it” “look at you all drunk on my cock, that’s okay baby I’ll take care of you”

Burrows himself to the hilt with a harsh grip on your hips when he cums

Sam

Like I said, not the most experienced but he makes up for it by being eager to learn

Chances are your gonna have to take the ropes at least for the first time

Definitely a whiny subby mess

Loves when you leave hickeys on his chest while his hands grab at anything they can reach

When you slide the condom on his cock and sit on it he’s almost in tears at how good it feels to be inside you, isn’t afraid to let you know

“F-fuck sweetheart, feels so fucking good” “don’t stop please don’t stop”

He will not last long, how could he? Your warm wet walls clamping around him feel like heaven

When he cums he tosses his head back and let’s out the breathiest whine as he grips the sheets until his knuckles are white

If you haven’t cum yet he will use his mouth to make sure you do, he isn’t a selfish lover by any means

Harvey

He’s got a decent amount of experience under his belt

And so much lube and condoms since he’s the town doctor

He likes to take his time working you up, a gentle body massage with some body safe lavender oil

Scented candles in a dim room

Likes to have you pretty much begging for him to touch you before he actually gets to working his fingers inside you

Once he’s pumping his fingers in and out at a slow steady rhythm, the other hands busy gently pinching your nipples

Wants you to cum on his hands first before he slides into you

Once he has his cock inside you he likes to keep the pace slow and steady, hands still roaming your body he snakes one hand between you both to rub encouraging circles on your clit

Whispers soft praise in your ear the whole time

“Your doing so good for me love” “fuck you look amazing under me” “taking me so well, cum for me again I know you can”

Will make you cum a second time before he even thinks about finishing himself

Moans softly in your ear when he cums

After sex cuddles with him are top notch please tell him he did a good job he has anxiety

Shane

Listen, he’s got frustrations and if you’ll let him he’s gonna rough you up in bed

He likes it rough and dirty and he isn’t afraid to be mean in bed (with your consent and discussion before hand of course)

Your safe word is pepper

He’ll work you up with his hands first and mouth first, leaving hickeys and bite marks on whatever exposed skin he can reach while he’s got three fingers pumping in and out of your tight hole at a rough speed

Once your prepped enough he’s manhandling you onto your hands and knees, face shoved in a pillow while he shoves his cock into you

One of his hands has a bruising grip on your hips while the other hand is tucked under you holding a vibrating wand on the highest setting against your clit

He’s pounding into you so hard the beds shaking, you would be worried about breaking it if you could think straight at the moment

Spews absolute filth, he does not shut up

“Fucking take it like a good little slut” “all your good for is taking cock isn’t it? Fucking repeat it” “ah ah don’t try and wiggle away, stay put”

Will absolutely overstimulate you to the point of tears, wants you to sob on his cock

If you want him to he will gently hold your throat but actually choking you beyond a gentle squeeze is something he won’t do

Will spank you

When he cums his grip on your hips tightens as he hissed out a moan

Big on aftercare, will massage any particularly sore spots, run you a hot bath, get you water and a snack, tell you what a good job you did for him and how proud he is of you

He wants you to know he loves you and that it’s just part of a scene when he says your just a little whore and not what he actually thinks of you

Sebastian

Fully flustered mess

Does not know what he’s doing but more then willing to learn

Your probably gonna have to take the lead here as well

Get him all worked up and ready to see him on the verge of tears and begging for you to sit on his cock already

He’s a switch but definitely subby the first time

When you finally seat yourself on his cock he lets out a very shaky moan, dude knows he isn’t going to last long at all but he can’t find it in him to care

He probably lasts like three minutes at most but he’s literally never been inside someone cut him some slack

You do infant cut him slack because it’s the hottest site you’ve ever seen to have this lanky emo man almost crying in overstimulation underneath you

He will use his hands and mouth to make you cum just give him a few moments to recover please

Elliot

A romantic man

Pulls out literally all the stops

Body safe scented rose oil, candles, dim lights, rose petals on the floor and bed

He’s got a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on the bedside table

Soft music playing on the radio

He starts by undressing you slowly, leaving a trail of light kisses on each new exposed patch of skin

Leads you to the bed where he lays you down and starts gently massaging you, working his way to your dripping hole where he gently stretches you out with his fingers until your cumming on them

When he finally enters you it’s all slow and sweet, he’s holding your hands, fingers intertwined with yours

Forehead kisses while he whispers in your ear

“Your doing so well for me” “I love you so much” “god you feel amazing around me my love”

Not afraid to moan in your ear, breathy little groans as well

Relishes in all the little sounds you make for him

When he cums he definitely pulls you into a passionate kiss while shoving himself to the hilt inside you

Stays inside you for a little while after while his cock softens so he can feel close to you

Loves after sex snuggles

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew shane #stardew alex #stardew bachelors #sdv farmer #sdv x farmer #sdv x reader #sdv smut

[junicult]

!! waking up w the bachelors for the first time.

contains ; suggestive content. minor mentions of sex. the morning after fluff. fem implied!farmer. unestablished relationships / new relationship tropes.

harvey.

- for starters, he’s already awake before you even wake up.

- it probably look him forever to fall asleep, too. he didn’t want to move you from lying on his chest, but he was much too aware of his breathing,

- needless to say, he was nervous.

- he had a great night, but he was still frightened to wake you up.

- when you finally did though, a little later then the crack of dawn like you’re used to: you find yourself in bed alone.

- it didn’t take long before the fresh smell of sizzling bacon, and eggs filled your senses.

- shirtless harvey making breakfast in the kitchen. yup.

- when he notices you behind him, he’s quick to kiss you.

- “how are you feeling?” he asks, his hands immediately holding onto your arms.

- “a little sore,” you tease, and he’s instantly flushed and red.

- of course he’s apologizing, and asking if there’s anything he can do to help.

- but mostly, he’s feeling his ego puff up a little. it’s good for him, he needs it.

- what’s even better for his ego is when he feels your fingers gently tracing the lines on his back, and then you’re shooting apologies for being the reason those were there.

- not that he could complain. he feels a serious boost of confidence walking around knowing there’s scratches all up and down his back from your doing.

- absolutely looked at them in the mirror when he got home.

- i’m sry but he’s a doctor. yes he’s shy but he definitely knows what he’s doing w a woman.

sam.

- definitely woke up with nearly his entire body weight on top of yours.

- his arms wrapped around you, keeping you pressed against him whilst completely unconscious.

- you’re moving so gently, trying your absolute best not to wake him up before you see him quietly stir.

- “where are you going?” with the largest frown on his cheeks.

- yes, he understands you have work to do on the farm…but he’s too tired to really care.

- just for today!

- “lay with me for a little. it’s a sunday!” he’s mumbling, sleepy voice and eyes closed while he continues to tug you into him.

- once he’s mildly awake, no longer able to fall asleep, he’s instantly the sweetest.

- “how’d you sleep?” “are you feeling okay?” “is there anything you need?”

- he can’t get over the sight of you from the night before, his face flushed and red just from thinking about it even after hours later.

- loves just running his fingertips up and down your arm, feeling your goosebumps.

- all he wants to do is just kiss you all over, hold you close and express his excitement over being with you.

shane.

- he’s knocked tf out.

- he’s significantly exhausted, not only because you did a number on him but also because it’s been so long since he’s spent the night with anyone.

- he truly feels undeserving, especially when he gets woken up to you planting a soft kiss to his forehead.

- “you made breakfast?” he asks, in utter shock at the display before him.

- you sit in the opposite end of the bed, legs crossed while the both of you pick at the various fruits, eggs, and bacon on the tray.

- he feels a little awkward, but only because he’s never been treated like this before.

- and also because he didn’t expect affection like this afterwards.

- honestly, he probably thought you’d both stop talking to each other.

- he’s relieved to find that’s the opposite.

- “are you…feeling okay? or anything?” he asks, rubbing his hand behind his head.

- you can’t help but laugh, maybe tease him a little for being so awkward: which only eases his nerves.

- insists on cleaning up the dishes.

- he tries not to pay so much attention to the purple blotches on your neck every time you speak to him for the next few days.

sebastian.

- he was nervous.

- it took him a bit to fall asleep, mostly because it usually takes him a while to fall asleep at night: but this took especially long.

- he found himself kind of antsy for the morning.

- although you did converse for a while after finishing: he was still terrified.

- like an entire nights sleep would change your mind about the whole thing and you’d regret it, or something.

- nope, completely wrong.

- he woke up on his own when the floorboards creaked.

- the sun was already up, peeking through the curtains. the large bed beside him was empty, but it didn’t take long to find you.

- “oh! shit, did i wake you?” you ask, hair disheveled and clothes aimlessly thrown on.

- he has to blink back a layer of sleep to take in the sight of you.

- “no, it’s fine.” he yawns, trying to ignore your bare, plush thighs that peek from underneath your t-shirt.

- “i have to get started with work. you can sleep in, don’t worry about it.” your smile makes his heart buzz, and he genuinely wants to decline (mostly because he doesn’t wanna feel like a burden) but your bed was just so comfortable.

- he wakes up literal hours later.

- you’ve already done a handful of chores for the day, and he finds you feeding your cows across the farm.

- he does in fact watch you for a bit. (in the least creepy way.)

- but when you come back inside to check up on him, he’s making you sashimi for lunch.

- “did you sleep well?” you tease, smiling when his cheeks go pink and his eyebrows raise.

alex.

- now, i wanna say he totally planned on waking up before you, make some scrambled eggs and water your plants.

- but he didn’t. in fact, he woke up to complete emptiness in the bed beside him.

- he was silently upset at himself.

- he underestimated how early you wake up every morning.

- luckily, he was able to find you in the kitchen, blissfully humming while making a shared breakfast.

- “g’morning, pretty.” he’s grinning, slightly startling you by wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you into his chest.

- he’s incredibly infatuated with how you look in the morning.

- the sight of your lips all plump, the couple of hickeys on your collar and your loose t-shirt hanging just above your ass.

- sry but he’s already obsessed with how domestic it is.

- he’s definitely thinking things that he’ll keep to himself until your third or fourth morning together.

- “let me help you, please.” he puffs out his lower lip, batting his eyelashes dramatically to watch you scoff.

- grins when you step aside and let him pamper you.

- probably finds himself lingering around longer then intended.

- not that you mind, but he didn’t even realize he hasn’t seen his grandparents all day until the sun was starting to set.

- kisses you goodbye and promises to see you tomorrow.

elliot.

- bros aftercare is INSANE.

- EVEN hours later.

- like ik he’s getting you water, something to eat, rubbing your sore muscles, and just overall worshipping the ground you step on afterwards,

- but even when you wake up in the morning he’s still the same.

- “are you hungry? you should eat.” “no, let me get that for you.” “how are you feeling?”

- he made such a gormet breakfast you were almost too full to do work.

- which of course he’s telling you he’s got it, but you’re not immobile by any means.

- he isn’t anything but romantic.

- he’s all about you, and your pleasure that if anything, you’re just lacking energy in the morning.

- his lips haven’t not touched a single part of ur body, i’m gonna be honest.

- he just wants to praise every inch of you.

- he also loves watching you work. it’s extremely attractive to him.

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ - headcanons #: ̗̀➛ jo writes !! #sdv fem!farmer #sdv fanfic #stardew valley x farmer #stardew valley bachelors #sdv x farmer #bachelors x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv sam #sdv sam x farmer #sam x farmer #sdv sam x reader #sdv shane #sdv shane x farmer #shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #sdv sebastian #sdv sebastian x farmer #sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv alex x farmer #sdv alex x reader #alex x farmer #elliot x farmer #sdv elliot x farmer

[mkunart]

SPA TIME WITH FRIENDS <3

Who do you like the most?

#sdv #sdv fanart #sdv art #sdv fanfic #sdv sebastian #sdv sebby #sdv sam #sdv alex #sdv shane #stardew valley #stardew valley sam #stardew valley alex #stardew valley shane #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley fanart #stardew valley fanfics #sdv fandom

[fkapple]

Emily and Shane on career prospects

#stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanart #stardew fanfic #comics #stardew emily #stardew shane #sdv emily #sdv shane

[snailmail444]

Late night gaming with Shane

I was possessed to make a comic page about the Chicken Man

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how about a fic of Shane and the farmer's first kiss? :)

Coming right up! This goes against the canon first kiss event. I can write one about that too if ya want (Fic under the cut)

Shane wasn't a huge fan of the moonlight jellies, but he always goes for jas' sake. He knows she likes to see them so why not.

However, this year the farmer is one of his reasons for going. He found out that the farmer loves seeing the glowing jellyfish and this would be their first time ever seeing them. So he offered to go with them, and they of course said yes.

The night had arrived and Shane was helping Jas fix the bow in her hair as she giggled excitedly.

"you all ready, Jas? You might want to grab a jacket. It'll probably be cold." Shane tried to explain to her, but she twirled in her dress that was covered in jellyfish. "No!! It'll hide my dress!"

Shane chuckled and shrugged "whatever. You'll regret it!" He playfully teased as he booped her nose.

That's when the two of them heard a knocking at the door. Shane rushed to it and answered. It was the farmer. They had a very excited smile on their face as they wore a stunning outfit. He could tell that they picked out this outfit just for tonight. It was stunning.

"oh wow" he muttered. The farmer blushed but smiled "I take it you like the fit I chose?"

Shane nodded and then looked to Jas. "All ready, kiddo? Aunt Marnie should already be out there. She was helping set up the lights this year." He explained as he held Jas' hand in his.

The farmer was so excited as the three of them walked down to the beach. She could barely contain it. And before they knew it it was dark and the festival had begun.

Shane glanced over at the farmer with a smile on his face. He spoke quietly. "Follow me." He carefully took the farmer's hand in his and led them off to the side of the beach. They crossed a small wooden bridge, and he led them down a secluded dock on the side of the beach.

The farmer happily followed him, holding his hand tightly as he led them. When they arrived at the end of the dock, it was beautiful. The farmer gasped and looked down at all of the glowing jellies in the water.

Shane looked over at them and softly smiled, finding them adorable in the light of the moonlight mixed with the glow of the jellyfish.

They smiled happily and looked over at him with bright blush. He smiled and decided to take his chance and gently held her face, bringing his lips to theirs.

The farmer's eyes widened from surprise. Their face grew a deep red before they gently kissed him back. He gently dragged his teeth along their bottom lip before pulling away.

"you wanna watch the rest of the festival out here?" He asked. The farmer was a deep red and then looked down at the water, smiling softly. Both from the kiss and from the beautiful sight beside them.

"yeah, I like the sound of that.." she spoke softly as they both sat at the edge of the dock. The farmer's head on his shoulder and his hand on their knee.

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[kiljoius-writes]

The View From Down Here

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Pairing: Shane x Fem!Farmer

Summary: The view from up high was just so charming.

What isn't charming is having no clue what you're doing, getting swept up in town drama, and being woken up at 6 am on the fucking dot every morning by nosy neighbors.

From up high, it was scenic. From down here, it was bleak

Rating: E for smut

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Fanart by StarsStuff ❤

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The View From Down Here - Chapter 20

Swear To

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The farmer hurts herself just in time for a special occasion.

“What’re you so scared for?” Charlotte teased, hands on her hips, towering over Shane as he curled up in the corner of the coop, “these spiders are harmless. They’re food for the chickens and keep annoying bugs away!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Shane cried, kicking his foot outward, launching hay at her.

“What a baby!” Charlotte continued her bullying, reaching just under the fencing to cup the spider.

“CHARLIE! DON’T!” Shane screeched, shooting to his feet. Charlotte couldn’t contain her maniacal laughter as she pulled it from the web, turning to face Shane. He continued, “I swear to Yoba!”

“Yoba, huh?” she grinned, stepping towards him. They both stopped when they heard a voice from the distance.

“Charlotte!” It was her pop-pop, causing her to whirl around immediately.

“I’m coming!” she called back, looking over her shoulder at Shane mischievously, “I’ll be back.”

“I frickin’ hope not,” he breathed, clutching his chest. She carefully put the spider back down before skipping away, pulling the coop door shut behind her, leaving Shane in darkness.

-

Winter 14

“Charlotte?”

“I’m coming!” Charlotte shot up, frantically looking around the room. She looked down at herself, covered in a white sheet, but with her normal overalls on, not pajamas. She immediately yanked the blanket over herself and began attempting to swing her legs over the side, but not without a sharp pain coursing through her lower left leg, causing her to yelp and cease immediately.

“Careful!” Harvey’s voice boomed, freezing her in place. The only thing she could manage to move was her eyes, lifting to meet his. His face was anything but happy: his eyebrows were drawn together and lowered, he had bags under his eyes, his mustached lips pulled into a frown. His arms were crossed, and she noticed he wasn’t in his usual get up: instead, he had a white t shirt and plaid pajama bottoms on, slippers and a signature lab coat.

“What’s happening?” she muttered, bring one arm around her stomach and slowly curling her fingers inward as she held her breath, afraid that the slightest movement would result in more pain.

“Sebastian found you in the mines, he and Maru brought you down,” he spoke lowly, and it was all he had to say. She felt hot tears welling up the bottom of her lids, the pain creeping up on her as she attempted to pull her leg back.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her fingers now balling into fists.

Harvey’s expression softened as he watched her struggle. She had had enough punishment, and he lowered to his knee in front of her, “here.” He gently grasped her foot, fighting against her twitching in pain as he pulled it up onto his own thigh, slowly pulling up her pant leg. She saw her feet were bare, and the ankle was wrapped. “I need to change it anyhow.”

She winced as he carefully unwrapped her ankle, pulling apart some new cloth to re wrap it. Her nails dug into the side of the bed as she contained her cries, letting her head fall back as he finished. As delicately as possible, he repositioned her into the bed, pulling the blankets back over her before turning to grab a tray. Offering it to her, she examined two pills and a cup of water.

“Just a mild painkiller,” he assured her as she slowly took the offer. He pulled up his rolling stool and seated himself next to her, “you already know what I’m thinking, so I won’t push it.”

“Yeah…I know,” she sighed, dropping her head, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, then pulling off his glasses and polished them with a cloth from his pocket. His actions caused her to pull her hand to her own face, not feeling her glasses. She glanced around, trying to see through the blur for them. Harvey frowned as he realized what she was doing. Before she could continue, he grabbed a broken pair of glasses from the stand beside her, presenting them, “I don’t think I can fix these.”

“Damn it,” she cursed under her breath, snatching them from his hands. She observed the cracked glass in the right lens, and the missing earpiece on the left.

What the hell happened? I can’t even remember…

“Whatever happened, took you out,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“What time is it?” she asked, glancing around for a clock but unable to see much.

“3 a.m. now. It was just midnight when they brought you in.”

“Jeeze,” she bobbed her head, pulling her hands to her eyes to rub.

“You should get some sleep,” he patted her right thigh before rising to his feet, “hit the buzzer if you need anything.” She frowned as she released her head, looking up at him heading for the doorway.

“Thank you, Harvey,” she called out, hand raised. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, offering a small smile before closing the door behind him.

Alone.

-

Charlotte awoke to chatter from outside the room, and footsteps approaching. Panic swelled in her briefly when a knock hit the door.

“Uh-who is it?” she asked, nervously pulling her sheet up to her.

“I’m coming in,” the impatient voice returned, and the door opened to reveal a dark figure. She squinted, making out the purple head of hair belonging to Shane. Her eyes widened as he pushed himself in, “guess it’s my turn now.”

“What are you doing here?” Charlotte’s voice was shaky as he began dropping items on the table beside her.

“Marnie made me bring you your stuff,” he spoke plainly before shoving a glasses case in her hands, “Harvey said you were really upset about your glasses.”

“Oh,” she breathed, looking down. She carefully opened the case to reveal her back up pair, and relief washed over her. Quickly, she pulled them on and sat up, turning her body the best she could to face him, but was too rough and a yelp escaped her. He jumped at the sound of her and turned, pausing his actions to inspect her. He grabbed her shoulder and steadied her.

“Don’t move,” he snapped, eyes lowering on her pain-soaked face. Her breathing was shallow, but stabilizing as she carefully pulled herself to her elbows. She looked at the stand next to her to see her phone, some of her books, a pile of clothing, her slippers, charging cables, and on top, like a bow, her pack of cigarettes.

“Ah!” she yelped again.

“What-your ankle?” Shane’s face became mildly flustered as he looked her over, but she shook her head furiously, smacking the cigarettes from the stand.

“Why’d you bring these?” she hissed, grabbing his wrist as he looked about, confused. His expression fell flat when she realized what she was talking about.

“I was trying to be nice,” he hissed back, yanking his arm away, “thought you might want them since you’ll be here a while.”

“Be here a while?” she questioned, pulling back from him, confusion now overtaking her expression, “no, I’m going home.”

“You’re so damn stubborn,” he growled, grabbing her by the shoulders as she attempted to get out of the bed. He pushed her down and looked her in the eye, “you can’t walk. Stop trying to get up! I swear to Yoba,” he snapped, grip tightening.

Like word vomit, she couldn’t stop herself, “Yoba, huh?”

They froze in position. She felt a hitch in her throat as his eyes bore into hers, his eyebrows gathering and his lips falling into a visible frown. He released her, and in one smooth motion he had turned and begun his exit.

“Wait!” He stopped with a huff, not turning to look at her as she continued, “my cat…”

“I’ll take care of it,” he mumbled, grabbing the doorknob, and swiftly exiting. Behind him, he closed the door with the gentlest slam he could muster, making her audience to his frustration. She pursed her lips as she scanned the room, bright and white. She looked back at the cigarettes on the ground and groaned, pondering how she would grab them and hide them. She heaved a sigh before falling backward into a laying position, staring up at the ceiling lights.

Alone again.

-

Charlotte spent the next couple of hours fiddling with her phone, feeling antsy. Her stomach let out a low growl as the clock struck 6 p.m. She had been awake for about 3 hours now, since Shane had barged in at 3. She had managed to painstakingly lean over the bed and grab her cigarettes, wrapping them in one of the pieces of clothing Shane brought. She had also been able to inspect what he brought, a preposterous array of clothing awaited her: 2 t-shirts, 2 jeans, 1 pair of pajamas, 2 pairs of socks, and about 10 bras and 10 panties. She couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at what this man thought she would need. It was likely he just grabbed a fistful of underwear as he grabbed her things. She couldn’t help but blush at the thought of Shane rummaging through her stuff, likely frustrated he had to do so in the first place.

Maru had come to check on her around an hour and a half ago, giving her some information about what had happened the night before.

“Dad was the one that heard you,” she had told her, “he was doing some sampling of the river when he heard you scream. Came and got me and Sebastian up. Seb went down to find you unconscious.”

“So you all are related?” Charlotte inquired, the only thought passing through her mind at the time. Maru giggled with a nod.

“Yeah, guess you haven’t seen me at the house. Sebastian’s my half-brother,” she proceeded, “he carried you to the first floor. I checked you out before we wheeled you down here.”

“Wheeled me?”

“Yeah, mom grabbed a wheelbarrow and we loaded you in. Seb’s not really cut out to carry a person for too long,” she let out another laugh, looking up at the ceiling as she reminisced.

“How…embarrassing,” Charlotte breathed, looking down at her hands.

“Don’t worry,” Maru continued, leaning down a bit towards Charlotte, “not the worst we’ve seen.”

“Right…”

Now her hunger was growing, and she eyed the buzzer next to her. She was seriously considering pushing it, but was relieved of that responsibility when another knock came: “it’s Harvey.”

“Come in,” she spoke meekly as his eyes greeted hers.

“How are you feeling?” he set down his clipboard on the sink next to him, straightening out his lab coat as he approached her. It was feeling like a real doctor’s office now.

“Oh, y’know. Like shit,” she let out a breathy chuckle. He sat on the stool and wheeled over to her, pulling her sheet off her. Red spread over her cheeks as he settled into the doctor role, carefully pulling up her pant leg. She looked away as he did so, but continued, “so how bad is it?”

“Thankfully, just a sprain,” he spoke matter of a factly, gently rubbing the outer side of her ankle and causing her to wince, “how does that feel?”

“Not the worst,” she managed to squeak out, biting her lower lip. He let go off her leg and pulled the blanket back over.

“Need anymore pain medication?” he eyed her, eyebrows raised.

“No, no. Just maybe some of the over-the-counter stuff will be fine,” she didn’t want to see like a drug fiend.

“If you’re sure,” he nodded, rolling over to a cabinet and grabbing a bottle of normal pain relievers. As he measured out a dose and grabbed a cup of water, he resumed, “I think you should stay in bed for at least 3 days before we reassess.”

“Right,” she sighed, taking the medication.

“I would…be alright with it if you wanted to stay with me, upstairs,” he didn’t look at her as he spoke, somewhat unusual for him. He was usually very forward, unbreaking eye contact. She smiled as she set down the cup, bowing her head to look him in the face. He conceded to looking up at her, eyes worried.

“I would like that.”

“Well then…let’s get you up,” he nodded, standing. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the move. His motions were gentle, hands softer than her own. As he helped her up, he was careful to be on her right side and encouraged her body weight against his. Once they made it upstairs and into his apartment, she sat on his bed, careful not to put any pressure on her bad ankle. As soon as he helped her lay down, he was already off again, heading downstairs.

He brought up all of her belongings from the room, and carefully laid them on the dining table, grabbing her phone to bring to her. She grasped it and returned it with a smile, “thank you. Again. For everything.”

“I’m a doctor,” he chuckled, waving her off, “it’s my job to take care of my patients.”

“This is…a little more, though, hmm?” she inquired, tilting her head at him. He smiled down at her before lowering to his knees, grabbing her hands with his own, enveloping them.

“I…was terrified, when Maru called me,” he spoke in a low voice, retaining eye contact with her despite her best efforts to avert.

“I know Harvey, I-“

“Ah,” he held up a finger to her lips, silencing her, “I know. It’s alright. I don’t control you and would never dream of trying. I just care about you a great deal,” he let the hand he was holding up slip over her cheek, gently caressing with his thumb. “I knew what happened wasn’t serious. You’re going to be fine. I don’t worry about you. It just felt horrifying to see someone I care about so much in such a state.”

“Yeah,” she sucked in her lips, her eyes filled with regret. He shook his head before raising up to give her a reassuring kiss, her hand reaching up to cover the one holding her cheek. She melted into the kiss, letting him take his time as he pushed further, wrapping his other hand around her waist. He was kneeled next to the bed, matching her height on the edge, pulling her closely, but gently. As he pulled away, she let a sigh slip away from her into his mouth, looking up to see his glasses fogged over. He smiled down at her and lightly pushed away the loose strands of hair from her face.

“I’m just glad I can take care of you, Charlotte,” he spoke tenderly, placing soothing kisses on her forehead and nose, “I’m glad I have you.”

“I’m so glad I have you,” Charlotte breathed, wrapping her arms around his torso, resting her head in his neck. He felt his kisses continuing to trail along her ear and neck, and she tightened her right leg around him, trying to be careful to let the left one rest, “I really wish I wasn’t injured right now,” she laughed quietly, and he returned it.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear, softly rubbing the back of her head as his fingers became tangled in her disheveled red locks, “I’m a patient man.”

-

Winter 15

The cold atmosphere illuminated Shane’s hot breath as his feet sunk into the beach sand. His ears perked up as he heard Jas’ voice speaking enthusiastically to someone, and he scanned the dock until he saw her next to Penny. She rocked back and forth on her heels as she detailed every inch of whatever it was that piqued her interest at the time, Penny listening attentively. He cracked a smile despite feeling like hell, no alcohol in his system to calm his nerves.

Carefully, he walked to the dock until he caught Jas’ eye, causing her to spin around and lunge for him, “you came!”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” he spoke softly, resting his hands on the back of her head as she stood on his feet.

“I’m cold!” Jas spoke candidly as she released him from the hug, stepping back, hands on her hips.

He chuckled and pulled a tiny sweater that was slung over his shoulder, presenting it to her, “I knew you would be,” her eyes lit up as she snatched it from his hands, pulling it on.

“Good thinking,” Penny offered a smile Shane’s way, giving Jas’ a loving pat on the top of her head as she snuggled into her sweater.

“Thanks, Pen,” Shane nodded to her, releasing her of her responsibility to Jas.

“See you in the morning, Jas,” Penny crouched down to Jas’ height, beaming at her.

“Thank you, Miss Penny!” Jas jumped up to hug Penny before she left, causing Penny to stumble. Penny giggled as she returned the hug before setting her down next to Shane. She nodded at Shane before parting ways.

Shane listened as Jas’ detailed every part of the day’s lesson with Penny. He did his best to keep up with her stories while also watching the various boats dock, unloading wares. It was the first day of the Night Market, and he has promised Jas he would come and let her see the mermaid show. The sun slowly set as 5 p.m. rolled around, Jas beginning to lose interest in telling Shane new things. She had wandered off and begun telling some of her stories to the merchants, but Shane wasn’t worried. The smell of coffee overtook his senses, causing his stomach to churn.

He looked up to see the Desert Trader pouring a fresh cup for none other than Harvey. Shane rolled his eyes and walked the opposite direction, towards the beginning of the dock to escape the smell. But as he did, he invited Harvey’s attention, who called after him, “Shane!”

“Yeah?” Shane sucked up his pride to attempt to engage in polite conversation, something he didn’t do often. He stopped and turned to Harvey, hands still firmly in his jacket pockets.

“I wanted to thank you! For bringing Charlotte’s things,” he came to a sliding stop in front of Shane, “they’re giving out free coffee, you know.”

“Not interested,” Shane muttered, averting his eyes.

“Ah, well in any case, thought you might like to know she’s doing well,” Harvey’s tone was so sincere, Shane couldn’t tell if this was a joke or not. He leaned towards not.

“That’s good,” Shane nodded, choking down his ego, “she was…real messed up, then?”

“Not really,” Harvey shook his head, blowing on the coffee, “standard sprained ankle, no breakage. She’s lucky it wasn’t worse, nothing to worry over, thankfully.”

Shane nodded once more, unsure of how to continue. They stood in brief silence before Harvey continued, “Marnie tells me you were childhood friends?”

“Uh-“ Shane stuttered, looking up at Harvey, “she told you that, huh?”

“We spoke for a time when she came to check on Charlotte,” Harvey maintained eye contact, taking a sip of the coffee, “she had come to check on you when you were at my office, then you came to bring her things, I assumed there was a connection.” Shane’s forehead wrinkled as he stepped back.

“Gossiping, like always,” he stammered, looking to the side.

“I apologize,” Harvey gave a short bow, holding a hand up, “I can see this is none of my business.”

“Right…” Shane tilted his head away from Harvey, suspicion painting his face.

“Any who, just wanted to thank you, like I said,” Harvey rested a heavy hand on Shane’s shoulder, “and to remind you that you’re due for a checkup.”

Shane rolled his eyes dramatically as he stepped away, breathing deeply. Harvey gave a grin as he released his hand, quietly sipping the coffee as Shane turned around, giving him no response.

-

Winter 16

Two days later and Charlotte was cursing herself for missing the Night Market. She had texted Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail in the hopes one of them might be willing to break her out. The most willing was Sam, but he texted her a little later telling her that Sebastian and Abigail wouldn’t let him get her. Her disappointment was enough to force her into a depression nap, not even T.V. could console her.

She was awoken, however, by a knock at the door of Harvey’s apartment. As she sat up, she raised her eyebrows with curiosity. It couldn’t be Harvey, it was his apartment after all. She carefully lifted her legs off the side of the bed, feeling good enough to move them in short increments. She grabbed the crutches Harvey had provided her with from the side of the bed and heaved herself up, approaching and looking out the peephole. She saw Sebastian’s dark head glancing around, hands in his sweater pockets.

“Hey emo boy,” she called through the door, playfulness in her voice.

“Farmer,” he called back, now looking at the other end of the peephole, “thought you could use some non-stuck-up company.”

“Wow,” she chuckled as she reached for the lock, carefully pulling the door open. He tilted his head, scanning her up and down.

“You look…” he paused, landing his gaze on her face, “like shit.”

“Yep,” she hollered, turning away from him, “that what you came up here for, huh?”

“No,” he let a chuckle escape as he watched her, “came to see if you wanted one of these.”

She looked over at her shoulder to see him holding a cigarette up, almost tauntingly. She hmphed at him, “I have my own.”

“Anyone to help you down, then?” he offered, wiggling it at her.

“I…guess not,” she glanced at the clock, noting the time of 1 p.m. Harvey almost always had a patient after lunch, she had learned, so he wouldn’t be at the front and she could quietly slip out for just a little. It was a calculated risk, but one she was deciding to take. She wobbled over to Sebastian, who grabbed the crutches from her offering hands and slipped an arm under her waist. He carefully helped her down the stairs, and she snarked, “only because I want to hear your version of events.”

“Right,” he chuckled as they passed Maru, who had a concerned look on her face. They exited and Charlotte looked behind her, frowning at the door before Sebastian added, “don’t worry. I talked to her.”

“Oh?” she questioned as they hobbled to the back of the clinic, towards the forestry. He offered her a cigarette as she sat down on the bench, shivering, “damn! It’s cold.”

“It’s winter,” he rolled his eyes, shoving the cigarette towards her face. She grabbed it and popped it between her lips, letting him light it for her. He shifted his eyes towards her, watching her shake, “you…want my sweater?”

“No,” she snapped, pulling back her shoulders, “I’m fine,” she patted the spot next to her, “so, come on then. Tell me.”

“About the other night?” he asked, seating himself next to her. She looked up at him with a disbelieving look on her face, eyebrows lowering. He chuckled softly, shaking his head and looking away from her, “Demitrius heard you in the mines. He said it sounded like you were fighting, then a scream, then silence…”

“I remember…most of that,” Charlotte puffed her cigarette, looking up in thought, “go on.”

“Woke us up, and we all went in. I went down a few levels of ladders before I found you. What a pain in the ass that was…” Sebastian lit his own cigarette, tapping one foot, “you were beat up. A lot of cuts and bruises forming. Thank Yoba you got the elevator working, I just had to carry you enough to get in there.”

“Right,” Charlotte huffed a breath, guarding the cigarette close to her lips.

“I had no idea what to think. You just looked dead,” Sebastian’s voice got lower as he spoke, looking down at the ground as he smoked. Her chest tightened at his tone, guilt washing over her. His voice picked up, “mom had a wheelbarrow waiting at the entrance.”

“I heard,” she rolled her eyes, looking away from him as she puffed.

“I kinda just threw you in,” he chuckled, knee bouncing, “hope I didn’t fuck you up too bad. But yeah, Maru made sure you were alive, checked your vitals or whatever, and I rolled you down the damn mountain. She helped me lift the other side for the stairs. Then I left them to it when we got here.”

“Thank you,” she interjected, lifting her head to look at him now. He raised his eyebrows as he lifted his cigarette to his mouth, inhaling deeply, “you didn’t have to do all that.”

“Yeah, I did,” he spoke sarcastically, tapping his cigarette as he looked down at her, “no way mom and Demitrius were gonna let me leave your silly ass.”

“Wow,” she huffed, a smile spreading over her face as he pushed his elbow into her side. The small movement caused her to shuffle and wince, “shit!”

“Damn!” Sebastian immediately pulled back, looking down panicked at her ankles.

“It’s fine!” Charlotte piped up, balling up one hand, “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Sorry,” he huffed out, scooting away from her. She shook her head, puffing the last drags of her cigarette before throwing it on the ground, “let’s get you back in bed.”

“Oh woe is me,” she spoke dramatically as she grabbed his hands, accepting his help. She hobbled past Pierre’s store, and yanked back to Sebastian’s dismay.

“What is it now?” he raised his eyebrows, glancing down at her. Her face filled with horror, he rose his eyes to see what she saw: the calendar.

“His birthday…” she breathed, frowning in an overexaggerated fashion. Sebastian squinted, seeing Harvey’s name under the 14th. He rolled his eyes and tugged her away, towards the front of the clinic.

“He’s obviously fine,” he scoffed quietly as they entered, Maru peering over her paperwork as her eyes followed them to the hall. Charlotte was quiet as Sebastian gently pulled her up the stairs until they reached the door.

“Thank you,” she said, quickly, grabbing the door handle, about the shut the door.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” he put his hand against the door to stop her, “you were messed up! How could you be expected to remem-“

“I was messed up because I’m an idiot and didn’t give any consideration to his feelings,” she whispered, aggressively, “thank you, Sebastian, but I need to lie down now.”

He sighed, unable to get her to meet his eyes. Letting his hand fall, she bid him farewell and shutt the door. Quickly, she grabbed some air freshener and frantically sprayed it all over herself, feeling like a silly teen trying to keep her bad habits hidden. Heaving herself to the mirror, she took a good look. She was in a desolate state: ankle wrapped, barefoot, sweatpants and a tank, hair knotted in a bun. This is what she gave him for his birthday: a night of caring for him. She swore to herself, falling backward on the bed. She pushed the heels of her hands into her closed eyes, rubbing violently until she saw stars when she opened them.

“What am I doing?”

She sighed and rolled over, grabbing her phone. She clutched it for a time before dropping in on the bed, rolling back over. Her chest was tight and she debated what to do.

How can you make this up to him?

He spent the morning of his birthday watching over her in a room in his clinic, then the night sleeping on the couch because he insisted she have room to stretch. The next day, she barely saw him at all with his many appointments, then taking off to the Night Market, promising to bring her something back. She had been passed out by the time he got back, indulging in a pain killer, but she awoke in the middle of the night to see him once again, sleeping on the couch. On the stand next to her was a beautiful little succulent in a vase, with a sticky note attached, his signature impossible to read doctor scribble on it:

For you, lovely.

She had passed out again shortly after, then awoke to find Harvey gone once more, no company until Sebastian arrived. She looked back up at the succulent, and grabbed the sticky note off it.

His birthday, he takes care of her broken body after doing something he worried so deeply about, and he gets her a gift.

Charlotte heaved another dramatic sigh and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

Tonight would be the night.

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The Bachelors on their Wedding Day

Hi Hello have this short list of my little Headcanons of the bachelors on their wedding day. Hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and likes are appreciated!!🌷🤍

ʚ🏈ɞ ˚ · . Alex :

🏈 Fiddles with his tie relentlessly and ends up ruining it. He runs to Evelyn to ask her to tie it up again. The only other thing he fusses over is his hair.

🏈 Alex keeps a rabbit's foot in his pants, wanting all the luck he can get.

🏈 Spent literal days writing his wedding vows. Ends up opting to wing it. It wasn't the most eloquently worded thing you've heard but it was sweet.

🏈 He gave himself a pep talk in his bedroom before the ceremony. You only know about this because George was complaining about how loud he was to you.

🏈 Dusty the dog is the mermaid pendant bearer, I decided.

🏈 Also, the song that plays during the wedding is the same tune from Alex's music box. 🥺

ʚ🪶ɞ ˚ · . Elliott :

🪶Beach wedding. You guys have a beach wedding. You've expressed your interest in one and Elliott, with the eager help of Willy, clean up the beach for your special day. Elliott's shoes would fill with sand but his discomfort is overpowered by his delight when he sees you all dressed up.

🪶 He reads you one (of many) of his poems about you. You later learned that he's got a whole book of poetry about you that he's been writing ever since you two started dating. The poem he read on the wedding day was the very first one and is the first page of the book.

🪶 He spent hours trying to make himself look good. Asking for Leah and Willy's input on what he should wear for a solid 3 hours.

🪶 Aside from him worrying over his appearance, Elliott is more excited than nervous. He's on the verge of creating a new chapter in his life with someone else. Gone are the days of his lonely shack and the empty (well, not as empty since you moved into town) beach. Honestly, to say that he's excited is an understatement.

ʚ🛩️ɞ ˚ · . Harvey :

🛩️ Gets awfully shy when reading his vows, stuttering his way through his words and being a blushing mess. He has no problem with the one-on-one check up sessions he does with the other villagers of Pelican Town, but to read aloud in front of all of them at once threw him off. But he kept his eyes on you and managed to power through it.

🛩️ He considered shaving off his mustache for the wedding at least twice. But he decided against the idea.

🛩️ Insisted that you eat Farmer's Brunch the morning of the wedding. Even during your wedding day, he wants to make sure you're feeling healthy.

🛩️ Holds your hands throughout the whole ceremony. Whispering apologies for how clammy his hands are.

ʚ🎸ɞ ˚ · . Sam :

🎸 He wrote a whole song about you and played it on your wedding day. He made it a surprise for you and the moments of him hiding his guitar and shoving music sheets under his bed when you visit his room were all starting to make sense to you.

🎸 Couldn't sleep for the whole night before the wedding. He worried over the ceremony and wanted to make it go smoothly. He's not one to meticulously plan every detail, opting to engage in spur of the moment decisions, but he tried his best to make everything as close to perfect as he can get.

🎸 Jodi tried to gel Sam's hair back, but no matter the amount of gel and hours, his hair would always spring back. Sam wasn't a fan of dressing up in a "dorky suit" but he did anyway, for you.

🎸 Sam didn't want to see you until the wedding so he got Vincent to play messenger for the two of you. He wouldn't do it at first but only agreed to do it because he likes you (Cue a dramatic gasp from Sam).

ʚ🐸ɞ ˚ · . Sebastian :

🐸 Ends up smiling through the whole ceremony, looking at you with such a brightness in his eyes.

🐸 He isn't one to wear anything fancy. The closest thing he ever wore that is considered formal was the suit that Lewis got him and the rest of the dancers to wear for the Flower Dance. He asks his mom to help him dress up for the wedding, asking her about it while she was building furniture. Sebastian doesn't want to admit it, but he liked watching his mom so happy over something that was so mundane to him. He makes sure to keep the suit in perfect condition throughout the ceremony because of it.

🐸 He tells his very heartfelt wedding vows. And while he does, you could hear the faint "that's good," from Elliott before a grunt, inevitably elbowed on the side by Leah.

🐸 You and him ride on his motorcycle after the wedding. He drives you two to the cliff overlooking the city, the same cliff where he confessed his true feelings to you. Under the full moon, the two of you would look at the stars with Sebastian occasionally pointing at a constellation that Maru taught him to find.

🐸 Consider: winter wedding.

ʚ🐣ɞ ˚ · . Shane :

🐣 Genuinely doesn't believe that you want to marry him. He thinks it's a dream at best and a prank at worst. It wasn't until you were tying his mermaid pendant around his neck for him to know that you do love him. He still has trouble understanding it sometimes.

🐣 Shane asked Marnie to teach him how to waltz for your wedding day. Sure, he's danced in the Flower Dance countless of times but he wanted to learn something new to surprise you. And he did. After dancing with you, he dances with Jas. Well, it's more of Jas standing on Shane's feet while he walks and glides around.

🐣 He gave his chicken, Charlie, a bow tie for the wedding and everything. Even got a picture of you and Shane with the little guy. The picture ends up being hanged on Shane's side of the bedroom for many years to come.

🐣 Has his pocket full of corn chips, let's be honest. He offers one to you before the ceremony starts.

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