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The View From Down Here - Chapter 26

Love More Often

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Shane helps Charlotte at the farm, redux.

Neither had slept the night before. As much as Shane wished masturbation could put him to sleep like it normally did, he was too in his head. He was spiraling again, doubting himself and their interaction. He was teetering on the brink of running to Joja to pick up a bottle, or just a tall can of beer to loosen his nerves. Or maybe he just wouldn’t go. But Charlotte had thought of that. When Marnie knocked on his door, telling him Charlotte was on the phone for him, his mind went fuzzy.

She was calling him.

To tell you not to come. You overstepped your boundaries.

He yanked himself out of bed, pulling a pair of pants on and slipping into his shoes. He glanced at the clock. 7 am. Finally, he made it to the landline in the kitchen and hesitantly picked up the receiver.

“Hello?” His voice involuntarily trembled.

“Hey,” her sweet voice came over, and he clutched the phone, “I just realized I don’t have your cellphone number.”

“Ah, yeah,” he scratched the back of his head, glancing Marnie’s way as she gave him a knowing look.

“Just making sure you’re still coming.”

She wants you to come.

“Yeah, yeah…” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck harder. “I was just about to take off.”

“Oh good.” Shane sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ll see you in a bit. I made tea!”

Click.

She hadn’t given him a chance to ask her if she really wanted him there, she sealed the deal. He just told her he was about to head over.

“Going somewhere?” Marnie sang from the dining table, tapping her fork against the wood.

“Going to Charlie’s, to help her.” Shane whispered, as if it were a secret. Marnie’s smile grew.

“Well, when you’re all done, invite her for dinner.” Marnie commanded, looking away from Shane.

“Marnie, you’re asking a lot of me,” he pleaded with a frown, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“Tell her I asked, for Jas.”

“Fine…”

“Good boy,” she beamed, finally leaving him be, perfectly timed as Jas walked in, pajama clad on a lazy summer day. “Want to eat before you go?”

“I’m good.” Shane spoke shortly, grabbing his keys from the halter. Jas rubbed her eyes as she took a seat at the dining table.

“Where you goin’?” Jas let out a yawn as she spoke.

“Extra work.” He wasn’t ready to tell Jas he was hanging out with Charlie. He strolled over to her and planted a kiss on top of her head. “Be good for Sam when they pick you up, alright?”

“I will,” she said, sleepily as she grabbed her fork.

“Love you,” he rubbed her back for a moment before stepping away. This caught both Jas and Marnie’s attention, both raising to look at him, triggering him to purse his lips. “What, I can’t say love you?”

“I love you, too, Uncle Shane.” Jas beamed, excitedly stabbing at her eggs. Shane shoved his hands in his pockets, his heart swelling at the words with both appreciation and guilt. Why didn’t he tell her that more often? He quickly made his exit into the warm morning air, and set for the farm.

Charlotte was giddy as she hit the end call button on her phone. She wasn’t sure if she was being too pushy, but she figured since he had come at 6 sharp last year that maybe he wasn’t coming at all this time. She wanted to make sure he knew she wanted him there.

Like, really wanted him there.

She stepped in front of her mirror, fretting over her hair. She had changed outfits twice already. She knew she was being ridiculous, she invited him over to do farm work, not go on a fancy date. But she wanted to look her best despite it, and chose a simple yellow blouse and jeans to go with her work boots, rather than her typical overalls. She adjusted the collar of the blouse, attempting to get it to hang just a tad lower.

She quickly poured tea into two mugs when she saw his figure in the distance. She grabbed them, stepping out of the house to greet him. He stopped short of her porch and looked her over with a wave, breath caught in his throat. He did everything he could to keep his eyes moving instead of lingering on a very obvious spot.

“Hey,” she exhaled, smiling down at him. “Thanks for coming.”

“Said I would,” he mumbled, averting his eyes as she stepped down the stairs, offering a mug. “So, what do you want me to get started on?”

“Oh,” she let out a nervous laugh, looking around the farm. She felt silly because she really was basically done planting and really didn’t have much for him to do. Then her eyes landed on the old greenhouse and the sides of her lips upturned. “I wanna try to get that thing up and running.”

He turned to look at what she pointed at; eyebrows raised and he cupped his chin. “The greenhouse, huh?”

“Yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically, walking towards it to signal for him to follow, which he did.

“That’s gonna be quite a project,” he huffed, looking the run-down building over.

“Yeah, it’ll probably take a while.” She grinned mischievously, analyzing his reaction. He looked deep in thought as he stepped over some debris, scanning the contents.

“Yeah, at least a few weeks. Maybe a few months.”

“You up to it?”

Shane took a drink of the tea to give himself time to think over his response. Of course he was up to it. But that nagging feeling in the back of his head wouldn’t let him come out and say that. “I don’t know.”

“Oh,” her smile fell and his heart dropped.

Shit.

“Let’s see how today goes,” he quickly attempted to rectify the situation, feeling a serious sense of guilt for ever making her doubt him. He breathed a small sigh of relief when her smile returned.

After discussing what they should start with, they got to work. Shane had quite a bit of experience in building thanks to his time on the ranch with Marnie. Every year as long as he could remember, he worked on projects with her over the summers, so this wasn’t a monumental task for him, not as much as it might be for her. He started by disassembling what was left and creating piles of “good” pieces of wood and a pile of trash. She was impressed with how methodical he could be in his work.

Hours went by in comfortable silence, Charlotte periodically refilling their mugs with some playful banter. Shane couldn’t believe how content he was with this set up. He felt like he could do this every day, forever. No need to see Morris’ pig face again, no need to worry about burdening Marnie, no need to reach for the top dresser every moment he was alone with his thoughts. He could just imagine Jas running around while they worked in the farm, exploring the cave and throwing rocks in the pond. It all felt so sickly, sweetly homey, a life that he craved and wondered whether she felt the same.

He felt like she could fix him, and he knew that was dangerous thinking. Thankfully, before he could spiral too far in those thoughts, she stopped them.

“I think lunch sounds like a good idea right now.” She tilted her head to look at him as he continued working. “C’mon, we deserve it.”

“Fine,” he relented, trying not to let the playful side of him slip out too much. What if she liked the darker, broodier him? And it would be weird if he was too sweet. He had to keep a balance. She jogged into the farmhouse and came out with a picnic basket, and he couldn’t keep the grin off his face as she came back towards him, nodding in the direction of the cave. “Really, farmer?”

“I worked hard at cleaning that damn thing out,” she said playfully, willing him to follow her in. She set up the blanket again and set out sandwiches and juice, just like when they were kids. He didn’t realize the goofy grin plastered on his face as he watched her, feeling like he was on top of the world with her. As she finished setting up, she looked up at find him staring at her, arms crossed leaning on the entrance of the cave with that smirk on his face and she blushed. “Uh, Shane?”

He shook his head, gritting his teeth as he realized how he must look. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she stepped towards him, carefully grabbing his hand to tug him inside. His breath caught in his throat at her touch, chest unwilling to let air in or out. Like a love sick puppy, he let himself be dragged around, made to sit close to her as she shoved a sandwich in his hands. She giggled at the way he seemed so stiff, but so willing to be pushed around. That laugh, again. “Uhm, thanks again, Shane.”

“No problem,” he forced air into his lungs, moving his gaze to the sandwich.

Loosen up.

“I think we’re getting a lot done, actually.”

Shane’s mind went fuzzy as her elbow brushed again his. She spoke so emphatically, using her hands in such an animated fashion. She spoke on their progress, and what she thought their next steps should be, and when they could call it quits, but to him, she was muffled. He was still trying to process how he got here.

“Sound okay to you, Shane?”

“Wh-uh-yeah.”

“So on Saturdays you’ll come?”

“What?”

“You weren’t listening.”

Charlotte let out a sigh, setting her sandwich down. Panic flooded him.

“Sorry, I was, really.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Shane. I know your head’s somewhere else.”

Shane’s chest tightened uncomfortably as she wouldn’t meet his eyes. How did she know him like this?

Damnit.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” he began, setting his sandwich down too before turning to her. “I do have a lot on my mind. But I would like to give that idea a try. Saturdays.”

She let a smile creep up again, and relief bathed over him.

“Next Saturday is Jas’ birthday,” he spoke slowly, grabbing the sandwich to shove in his mouth.

“Oh, of course I wouldn’t expect you to come on her birthday!” She reassured.

“Actually, I think she’d like to come for her birthday. If that’s okay with you.” Pressure rose in her chest at the proposition. Did this mean he was really starting to feel comfortable with her? When she didn’t respond right away, he backtracked. “Sorry, no, that’s too forward-“

“No, I’d like that.”

They sat in silence as they ate, mulling over the events so far. Charlotte felt giddy with excitement.

After they finished lunch, they worked for a few more hours, and both admired their handy work. The plot was almost completely clear, and they had a pile of wood to start with. When she realized the day was done, she felt a small sense of sadness hit her, knowing he would be leaving soon.

“Thanks for lunch,” he offered as they approached the farmhouse. She nodded, gripping her hands together behind her back. When they stopped in front of her porch, she bounced awkwardly on the balls of her feet.

Invite her.

“Marnie wants you to come over,” he blurted out, fists balling in his sweater pockets. She looked up at him in surprise as he rolled his eyes at himself, unable to form a coherent invite. “I mean, tonight. She wants to invite you over for dinner I guess. I dunno.”

“Oh?” She lifted her eyebrows. “Will you be there?”

The question was pointed, as if to really ask, are you going to the bar?

“What do you think?” he snapped. She recoiled at his tone and he wanted to kick his own ass. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Do you want me to come?” She furrowed her eyebrows, feeling uneasy now. He’d been so sweet yesterday and today, she thought maybe…

He wanted to tear his hair out. He didn’t know why he wanted to simultaneously tell her ‘no, stay home’ and ‘yes, please, Yoba, come’.

“I mean, I think you should, yeah,” he managed to finally choke out. She let out a small sigh of relief, accepting this small offer of kindness.

“Okay.” Relief hit him as she accepted, stealing a glimpse of her face to find a smirk.

“What are you smiling about?” He rolled his eyes.

“Nothing!” She raised her hands defensively, letting a laugh leave her lips.

The laugh…

“Whatever,” he shook his head, turning away from her.

“Can I walk with you?” She asked innocently, causing him to stop. He sucked in his lips.

“Your life.”

“Let me grab my things.” She hurried inside as if he was going to leave without her, but he decided not to be an asshole today. He patiently waited as she locked up the house, bouncing as if she was light as a feather up to him until she was side by side. “Let’s go!”

Shane felt incredibly tense as they walked together, hands still firmly in his pockets. She glanced down at his arm and wished he’d take his hands out. As if reading her mind, he pulled one hand from his pockets to rub the shadow on his chin, and she sneakily wound around to the other side of him, catching the hand with her own before he could put it back in his pocket. A shock shot through his fingertips as hers laced with his, and he forgot how to breathe again. He did his absolute best to maintain composure as they strolled through the farm, not risking looking down at that smug face of hers.

His hand was stiff in hers, but that was okay. She knew she had to be the aggressor. She would never get what she wanted from him by being shy, and she was coming to terms with that. So she carefully started to rub the back of his hand with her thumb, and she grinned when she felt his hand tighten around hers. He wanted so bad to pull that hand around his neck and grab her by the hips, to pull her up into him and carry her back to the farmhouse. To spin them around, her legs wrapped around him, his hands holding her from the bottom. To kick in her door and drop her on her bed and climb on top of her and pull her body right into his, he knew it would fit perfectly. He wished he knew if she felt the same.

He shook the thoughts from his head as they got close to the ranch. He abruptly ripped his hand from hers when Jas came barreling out of the front door, and they both felt a sense of emptiness. But Charlotte didn’t feel offended, she wouldn’t want to push him too far, especially in front of Jas. Maybe he knew she would need both hands when Jas went flying into her arms, immediately launching into a long-winded rant about not seeing her in so long.

“Farmer Charlie, where have you been!” Not really a question, more of an accusation. Shane couldn’t help but smirk as Jas both berated and gushed over Charlotte. She glanced over Jas’ shoulder to see him leaning on one foot, arms crossed, that crooked smile, as if he actually enjoyed seeing her with Jas. When their eyes met, her heart wavered at the fact that he didn’t immediately tear his away from hers. He just stood there looking conceited with the fact she couldn’t do anything about it, and she really liked that confident side of him. He forced her to be the one to give in, cheeks pink as she looked away and back at Jas, attempting to put together her sentences.

As she carried Jas into the ranch, she let herself fantasize about being in this family. About being with Shane, being doted on by Marnie, and doting on Jas. Her mind wandered to the idea of a cute, purple little room in her farmhouse for Jas, about making big breakfasts and having her help on the farm with the flowers. About being a mom.

“Excuse me a minute.” Charlotte nearly dropped Jas and rushed to the bathroom in the middle of her story.

What in Yoba’s name are you doing?

Shane stared at the shut bathroom door, frowning. Jas grabbed his sleeve, pulling his attention. “What happened?”

“Uh-I dunno, kiddo.” He shrugged, placing his palm a top of her head to rub.

“Did I hear Charlie come in?” Marnie whirled around the corner, adding to the tense air of the situation.

“She just had to use the bathroom,” Shane attempted to defuse the situation. He tried to convince himself it wasn’t a big deal, and maybe she really just needed to use the bathroom.

Not everything requires an in-depth investigation.

“C’mon,” he tugged Jas’ shoulder towards the kitchen and had them sit while Marnie set out plates.

“So, how did it go today?” A playful smile danced on Marnie’s lips. Shane shot her an aggravated look before glancing back down at Jas. Marnie gave a light shrug. “With your ‘extra work’.”

“Fine, just work,” he mumbled, tapping his fingers on the table anxiously. He kept glancing at the bathroom, hearing the sink turn on and off, on and off. He wished he knew what was going on.

“How often will you be doing this extra work?”

Shane groaned, leaning back in his seat. He wished she wouldn’t pry. Perfectly timed, the bathroom door creaked open, and Charlotte reemerged, joining them at the dining table at last after letting Marnie greet her with a hug. “Charlie, we’re so glad you came!”

“Well thanks for inviting me,” Charlotte offered a polite smile as she sat next to Shane.

They engaged in idle chatter, with Marnie and Charlotte swapping info on their operations and how they were going. Marnie insisted she start looking at building a chicken coop, and Charlotte insisted back that she already had too much on her plate.

“Well, I think I know someone who could help you.” Marnie’s eyes bounced between Charlotte and Shane, and Shane tensed up, food locked in his mouth as his eyes formed into a death glare towards his aunt.

“Oh yeah?” Charlotte let out a breathy chuckle, glancing at Shane and finding amusement in his panicked state. She nudged her foot at his, causing him to jump slightly in his seat and shoot her a glare. She looked back at Marnie. “I think I know someone, too.”

“Me too!” Jas interjected, causing the two women to laugh. Shane forced down his food, rolling his eyes at the trio. “Me!”

“I’d love your help.” Charlotte smiled sweetly down at Jas who nodded her head aggressively. Shane let a small smile crack at the exchange. “I heard it’s your birthday next Saturday.”

“It IS!” Jas exclaimed swinging her legs under her chair.

“How old ya gonna be?”

“Eight!”

“Eight?!” Charlotte feigned shock, letting her jaw drop. “No way!” Jas giggled, bobbing her head. Charlotte smiled down at her, trying her best to act natural and not like she had just had a mini breakdown about the idea of taking care of her. “You wanna come to the farm for your birthday?”

“Oh yeah!” Jas clapped her hands together, bumping her plate into her glass of milk, causing it to pour over the table.

“Damnit!” Shane shot to his feet, righting the glass. Jas immediately shrunk.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine!” Marnie grabbed the rag from the counter behind her, starting to mop up the table.

“It was my fault,” Charlotte immediately interjected, grabbing plates to move them. Shane let out an aggravated sigh, stepping away. Charlotte looked up at him, sadly, seeing how on edge he was. “Why don’t you step out for a minute?”

“Yeah.” His tone was frustrated, and it sent chills up her spine, reminding her of the night on the dock he told her to stop asking him for help.

Shane quickly shoved himself into the chicken coop and plopped on the ground, burying his head in his elbows on his knees.

His emotions were in flux, he could feel anger bubbling inside of him for no good reason. He felt powerless over his own feelings, one minute feeling on top of the world, the next feeling like a sack of shit, and then the next causing everyone to suffer around him. Everyone around him treated him with so much kindness and compassion, none of them looked at him the way he looked at himself. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone was looking at him the way he looked at himself.

He wanted to cry, but couldn’t. He wanted to sink into himself, but couldn’t. He wanted to just be happy, but couldn’t.

“I didn’t mean to make Uncle Shane upset,” Jas whispered as she quietly finished cleaning her mess.

“No sweetie,” Marnie tutted, beginning to do the dishes.

“It’s not your fault.” Charlotte kneeled in front of Jas, taking her hands. Jas looked at her sadly.

“He’s so sad all the time.”

Charlotte’s heart broke at the words, stomach knotted as she squeezed Jas’ hands. She had no idea what to say or do except pull the girl into a hug.

“Can I still come over on my birthday?”

“Of course.” Charlotte rubbed Jas’ back before releasing her.

“Why don’t you get washed up.” Marnie called behind her, the dishes clinking under her. Jas nodded and gave Charlotte a wave before leaving. Charlotte remained on her knees, staring at the door to the coop in front her, where she knew Shane was. She shook her head and rose with a frown, leaning against the counter next to it. Marnie glanced behind her, eyebrows cinched together. “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave, Charlie.”

“Should I?” Charlotte was genuinely asking as she shifted on her feet, arms crossed uncomfortably.

“It’s entirely up to you, hun.”

Charlotte heaved a sigh as she pushed herself off the counter. “Will you tell him I’m looking forward to seeing him next Saturday?”

“Of course, dear.”

Shane pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he listened to the exchange. He felt like the world’s biggest dumbass. His beautiful childhood friend was eating dinner with him and giving Jas all the attention she deserved, and he managed to fuck it up because of the tiniest inconvenience. A trait he picked up from his mother, a trait he despised, blowing up at nothing. He wanted so badly to go to the bar and disappear. Let everyone be better off without him.

He heaved himself up and quietly exited the barn into the kitchen, ignoring Marnie’s expectant stare. He forced himself out front and took a seat next to his pepper plant. The note still sat next to the pot, and it had grown a few inches since it was dropped off. No flowers yet, but standing strong. The day she had dropped it off, it was a few inches tall with several leaves, and he loved it instantly. Jas had been excited to see it, too, and couldn’t stop talking about all of the hot sauce and pepper jellies they could make with it.

He hadn’t touched alcohol since he got it. Whenever he got the urge, he went out to water it, move it into more sunlight, check for pests, whatever he could do to busy himself with it. He was trying to believe he could kick his addiction with a stupid plant. A plant that she gave him. He rested his hand on the edge of the pot and let out a sad sigh, the pitter patter of Jas’ feet inside filling his ears, along with needy clucking from the barn. The clanging together of dishes, cows mooing, Jas chattering, leaves rustling. It was such an idyllic setting, he knew he was lucky to be here.

City life never suited him, not really. Did he like the hustle and bustle that distracted his dark thoughts? Absolutely. But he was never happier than when he worked on the ranch with his aunt. Being away from home, distracted by brushing cows, repairing coops, baking bread. Being around her. At least those were real things, things that he could go back to and find comfort in, things that weren’t traumatic. He felt like life’s punching bag most of the time, but those memories were special.

But he knew they were slipping away. With so few photographs of their summers and the last three years of binge drinking, he dreaded the moment he’d forget her laugh, the way she skipped, the smell of the old farmhouse. Then she came back and crushed his fantasy. His fantasy about how maybe they’d run into each other, and her eyes would light up when she recognized him, and she’d throw herself into his arms and ask how he’s been, tell him he looks great, be proud.

Instead, she passed him by without a word. Sam of all fucking people had to introduce her to him. She barely even flinched when he brushed her off, and he knew. She didn’t remember this forgettable kid.

“Yoba, stop it,” he grumbled, eyes still fixated on the plant. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, forcing himself up to return inside. When Marnie spotted him grabbing his wallet and keys, she slapped the wooden spoon against the edge of the counter, causing Shane to flinch.

“Where are you going?” she snapped, lips pursed and eyes looking furious. He froze, clutching the keys, a guilty look washing over him. She never snapped at him unless it was really bad, like last year. “No, Shane.”

“Marnie, you-“ he stuttered, feeling like a kid, “you can’t tell me what to do.”

“I’ve tried everything, Shane,” she spoke exasperatedly, pulling her fingers to the bridge of her nose, “everything. I’ve tried being nice, kind, understanding, firm, realistic. Everything. Now I have to be mean.”

“You? Mean?” Shane snarked, rolling his eyes, only to have her respond by smacking the wooden spoon again. His chuckle immediately subsided.

“You can do anything you want, Shane. Anything you want, except go to the bar. Go for a walk, play video games, watch gridball. I do not care, but you are not going to the bar. I will call Gus.”

“Holy shit, Marnie,” Shane crinkled his nose and lowered his eyes, panic rising in his chest, “I’m a fucking adult.”

“And I love you.” Her words weren’t soft or kind, simply serious. “I love you and that little girl. I won’t let you destroy yourself.”

“Fuck, is this an intervention?” He clutched his face, guilt washing over him at her words. “Marnie, please don’t do this to me.”

“It’s not an intervention. It’s just me.” He heard her begin walking towards him and his hands fell. When she reached up to hug him, he let his head fall forward onto her shoulder, sucking in deep breaths.

“I don’t know why I’m like this.” He spoke in shuddered breaths, as if he was on the verge of crying. She pet the back of his head, pulling him tighter.

“I’m not a doctor, sweetie. But we do know one.”

“No,” he pulled from her grip, but she didn’t relent.

“Not right now.” She spoke quickly, knowing she was losing her chance. “Whenever you feel comfortable. I think you need therapy, honey.”

“I know I need therapy.” He spoke with malice, as if she insulted him by just suggesting she thought he needed it.

“Then?” She spoke in a whisper, still petting the back of his head.

“I dunno,” he sighed, relaxing again. “I won’t go to the bar, okay?”

“Promise?” She finally let him pull away, and he rested his hands on her upper arms, attempting to look her straight in the eye.

“I promise.”

As Charlotte unlocked her door, she pushed it open with a heavy sigh. She was trying her best to keep her tears to herself, feeling silly to cry at something so dumb. She didn’t know how he could bring her to such highs and such lows. She felt like she was being played with. She knew that wasn’t true, she knew Shane had issues, and she knew what she was signing up for.

When he kissed her on the ranch, for a split second, she melted into it. That split second rendered hundreds of images in her head, all at once. That dark haired boy, taunting her, comforting her, crying next to her, wrestling with her, getting his lips this close to her. This dark-haired man, helping her at the farm, sweat dripping from the back of his neck, teasing her, yanking her into her home, looking lustfully down at her before being the perfect gentleman and leaving her to rest. For a split second, it felt right.

Charlotte threw herself onto her bed and buried her face, letting out the loudest scream she could muster. Ding Ding darted under the bed with a hiss. When she finished, she laid there, contemplative. She hoped he didn’t go drink tonight.

“This is so good, Shane.” Charlotte shoveled pasta in her mouth, making a mess as she did. Shane eyed her warily as he ate his food as well.

“Glad you like it, but you could, I dunno-not be a pig.”

“Sorry I show gratitude with how I eat.” She rolled her eyes, yanking a napkin from the middle of the table. The sun was barely peaking in, illuminating the glass vase on the dining table. They were alone, Marnie and Chuck deciding to hit the bar together and let the kids hang out at the ranch while they were away. They were both teens now, and were easy to trust, not having gotten into too much trouble.

“Who taught you how to cook so good?” She pressed, gulping down some juice.

“Marnie.” He shrugged, picking at his food. “She makes everything fresh and I might as well help when I’m here.”

She nodded, polishing off the rest of her plate. “Hey, what do you say we go down to the lake to swim?”

“What?” Shane fumbled over his words, eyebrows furrowing. “They’re trusting us, Charlie.”

“It won’t be dangerous!” Charlotte defended, knocking her chair backwards as she got up. “C’mon, we only have a week left. I wanna do something new and exciting.”

Shane let out a chuckle, shaking his head at his plate as he finished off his last bite. “Maybe.”

She beamed at him, grabbing her plate to take to the sink. The landline from the corner began to ring, and Shane dutifully got up to answer it. Charlotte watched his face fall at the voice on the other end.

“Okay, mom, calm down,” he pleaded over the phone quietly, turning away from Charlotte’s gaze. She raised her eyebrows as his voice grew panicked. “Well, how many? Did you take your medications? You didn’t take all four did you? Fuck!” Her heart sped up at the sound of his voice, so serious yet so scared. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-mom! Can’t you call dad? Stop crying, please.”

Her eyes widened as she took a step backwards, massive discomfort filling the air. He glanced over his shoulder at her for a half second before resting his head on the wall by the receiver.

“Mom, please just call 911. I can’t do anything while I’m here.” His voice was low now as tears welled up in his eyes. He shook his head and quickly mumbled, “I love you. Bye,” before slamming the phone back on the receiver. They stood in silence as Shane buried his face in his hands, the only sound his hitched breathing.

“Shane…” she whispered, forehead scrunched in concern. Suddenly, he stood up straight, turned, and punched the wall beside him, leaving a small dent in the wood. She gasped before sprinting at him, grabbing his hand, “Shane!”

“Let’s just go to the lake,” he yanked his hand from hers, storming away without another word through the front door. She jogged after him, grabbing the keys from the stand and locking up behind her. Her mind was racing, unable to figure out what to say as he sped through the forest.

“Shane!” She called, catching up to him. “C’mon dude, what was that about?”

“Does it look like I wanna talk about it?” He snapped, his pace quickening into a jog, forcing her to jog with him.

“I guess not, but I wanna know what it was about!” She pushed, hopping over stray branches. Eventually, he launched into a full-blown run that she couldn’t keep up with. “Shane!” She called as he grew farther from him. “Okay Mr. Gridball star, I’ll catch up I guess!”

She was fuming now, irritated that he would brush her off like this. Who did he think he was?

When she finally reached the lake, she found him standing at the edge of it, hands on his knees as he panted. She joined his position, glaring at him. She didn’t notice the tear stains on his face, his dark hair covering his eyes. “What the hell, Shane?”

“You wanted to go to the lake,” he spoke breathlessly, raising to a full standing position to peel off his jacket.

“Right, but why’d you-“

And she was in the water. She scrambled to paddle her arms, reaching the surface of the lake and gasping for breath. Then, a splash covered her as he jumped in after her, coming up for a breath. “You asshole!”

“Yep, that’s what they tell me,” he sputtered, wiping some of the water from his face. The comment was very double sided as he thought of his mother. She shot him another glare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means what it means.”

Charlotte groaned, rolling her eyes at him. She took a long breath as she treaded water towards the edge until her feet found the shallow bottom. She bounced on her toes as she gained her balance, then looked up at him. He joined her on the edge, but a good distance away, and hung his head. She eyed him carefully as water dripped down his face, from the tip of his hair.

“My mom was on the verge of blacking out,” he finally blurted out without looking up. Her eyes widened at the revelation. “Whenever I’m not there, she gets out of control. She’s gonna die.”

She was frozen by the words, hands burying themselves into the soft sand on the edge. He still didn’t look at her.

“You shouldn’t hang around me.”

“Shane…” she spoke softly, inching closer to him. She had no idea how to comfort people, so she just tried what she saw in movies. She carefully wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him into her, her nerves balling up in her stomach. “That’s a stupid thing to say.”

“I know, I’m stupid,” his voice cracked as he accepted her embrace, but without returning it. She shook her head while pulling his head into her shoulder. She looked up at the stars above them when she felt his body shake, realizing he was actually crying. She knew there was no fixing this. So they stood there in the silent summer night, Shane’s quiet sobs the only sound that could be heard. And she’d have no idea how much this small moment meant to him.

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farmerstarter · 9 months

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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.

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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

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year

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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

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junicult · 1 year

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!! 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.

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fkapple · 1 month

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Emily and Shane on career prospects

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

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mkunart · 1 year

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SPA TIME WITH FRIENDS <3

Who do you like the most?

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snailmail444 · 3 months

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Late night gaming with Shane

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

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onewingeddove444 · 10 months

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★How the bachelors would react if they accidentally made you cry

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Alex:

-would probably not even notice you're crying at first

-his expression would change so quickly

-😀😦

-kind of knew he had it coming though, since a lot of the stuff that flies out of his mouth is....well😇

-would IMMEDIATELY start taking the blame, saying things like "nahhh i didn't actually mean that i lied haha no idea why i said that i'm so stupid" ((starts blaming it on his hormones being affected by working out or something😭😭))

-hesitates at first, but pulls you into the tightest embrace you've ever felt ngl probably hurts a little lol

-his way of apologising to you is saying "you can punch me as hard as you want, i deserve it!!!!"

-starts treating you like royalty for another month, to the point where it becomes annoying

-every time you bring it up, even as a joke, he basically drops to his knees and starts apologising all over again

Elliott:

-if you thought this man was already dramatic as it is....lord🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

-would try to be cool about it, while in his head he's already pressing a dagger to his neck, saying that he has now betrayed his heart and doesn't want to go on any longer

-the moment he sees tears flowing down your face, the only word able to come out of his mouth is a soft "no, no, no..."

-he'd probably start crying with you😭😭😭

-starts whispering the most loving and kind things about yourself into your ear

-literally compares you to the most breathtaking images you could ever envision

-alternative scenario, where he just drops to the floor and starts begging for your forgiveness, even though what he said wasn't really that bad

-after that, he checks up on you every 5 minutes, to make sure you're not upset with him

-would swear on his life and soul to never hurt you again ((mind you it was never that serious😭))

-writes you so many short poems...atp they just become a whole book

Harvey:

-man....😭

-probably hurts him more than it does you lmao

-you crying would be too much for him already...but crying because of him?? ouuu

-is ready to completely retract what he said, even if he's absolutely right, that just doesn't matter to him anymore

-he just stands there for a good amount of time, since he really doesn't know how to deal with these kinds of emotions

-this might just be the first time this man has made someone cry because...let's be fr☠️

-would do that thing where he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumbs ((after that he's kinda clueless though😭))

-this literally being his worst nightmare...in his eyes hurting you is the equivalent of failing as a partner...and he's not really allowed to fail too often🙁

-would wait 30 years until you're not upset with him ((it takes you exactly 1 minute btw)), and after that it's flowers delivered to your doorstep every day of the week

-even if it were to be a one-time occurrence, he would NEVER EVER forget it, and he would always justify spoiling you with it ((using the 4 cents he makes from the clinic👎))

Sam:

-he is not that smart when it comes to verbalising thoughts please forgive him

-says things like "aw man you're crying😔😔😔😭😭“

-if he's holding a drink or eating something, he offers it to you, even if there's a single bite/sip left of it

-refuses to smile until he's 100% sure you've forgiven him, otherwise he just looks like this: :--(

-low-key fighting for his life not to pull out his phone and google "how to comfort crying person wikihow"

-once you tell him that it's okay between you two bro gets jolly, running around in circles, giggling, twirling his hair and laying down kicking his feet up

-the thing he did that upset you could've been minor, but that still doesn't stop him from saying "man...😔🤦 i'm so glad this chapter is behind us now.." like okay???😭😭😭 ((bonus points if he describes this as a "rough patch" in your relationship))

-tries making something for you after, fails miserably, resorts to showing you cool skateboard tricks he learned off of youtube

-learns his lesson and actually thinks more before he says something ((to the best of his ability))

-promises to write a song about your love and go platinum ((shows it to sebastian and gets banned from writing lyrics for the band forever))

Sebastian:

-freezes immediately

-literally unable to get a single word out, what is he supposed to do in his situation😭

-manages to whisper "i didn't mean..." and proceeds to go quiet after that

-he's been living a sheltered life for a very long time, so he's really scared that whatever he says it will only hurt you even more

-you can definitely see his expression change...not only does it soften but he looks UPSET upset, mostly with himself

-pulls you into a hug, hoping that it'll help a little bit ((it does, bro seems like a good hugger))

-asks you if there's anything he can do to cheer you up, and let me tell you he'd really do anything

-does not let you go for the rest of the day, having his arm wrapped around you, holding your hand, even if it's just the pinky fingers touching

-you have to keep reassuring him that it's okay now, he literally hits you with the "are you sure you're not mad at me?" every 3 seconds just to make sure you guys are good🙏

-lets you touch whatever you want in his room, i'm talking elementary school pictures, old sketchbooks, it's all yours, no matter how humiliating

Shane:

-um...uh😭🙅‍♀️

-yeah he is PISSED he's made you cry, he might've been mean when he first saw you, but now??? that is just not allowed in his mind idc

-jumps to self-deprecation immediately, talking about how he's an asshole, how he always fucks things up (🙁)

-just takes the whole blame on himself, no problem with that

-kind of saw this happening in the nearest future, that man does not have a very good opinion of himself let's be honest😭

-you could tell him you forgive him and he'd be like "nah don't do that wtf i don't deserve it😔"

-doesn't try comforting you at first, since he just assumes that you might never want to see him again

-but after the dust settles he reassures you that he's going to do everything to make sure this doesn't happen again

-sends you musty frozen pizza in the mail in retaliation (sigh🙁)

-would love to pretend this never happened, but making you cry really took a hit on his self-esteem, however it also made him think about how to be the best partner you can have

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv imagines #sdv headcanons #sdv bachelors #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #i use so many emojis it’s actually sickening #sdv fanfic #sdv imagine #sdv headcanon #this is my first time writing on tumblr please forgive me if this looks like garbage🙏

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