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simpingforstardew · 2 months

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lone star

pairing: sdv shane x reader

synopsis: stargazing w/ shane. this fic takes place ‘post-game’ (i.e., after the farmer receives the ‘key to the town’, and after shane begins therapy’). friends to lovers enjoyers rise up !!

warnings: angst, with comfort and fluff; descriptions of poor mental health, depression etc. stay safe. ♡

(this is crossposted from ao3).

word count: 1.9k

In the calm of the valley, the night sky stretches out in a breathtaking display: the stars shine proudly, their brilliance undimmed by city lights. Despite moving to Pelican Town four years ago, you're still awestruck by the vastness of the cosmos visible to the naked eye— a sight that would have been obscured by the city smog in Zuzu. Back there, spotting a single star was a rare blessing; seeing one that was not, in fact, just the mistaken dim glow of a passing helicopter was an even greater rarity.

Nestling your head into the sturdy hay bale beneath you, you inhale the earthy scent of dried grass mingling with the crisp night air. Above, the canopy of stars twinkles in a mesmerising dance, each constellation a story waiting to be told. Your gaze flits between the shimmering points of light, tracing the familiar patterns of the night sky.

Beside you, your loyal companion snores softly, a comforting rhythm that grounds you in the present moment. Absentmindedly, you stroke the sleeping dog's fur, feeling the warmth of their body against your fingertips. The bottles of pumpkin juice you had meticulously prepared lay forgotten on the ground, their contents untouched. Your large blanket, meant to shield you from the nocturnal chill, sits idle at your feet.

Despite the breathtaking beauty of the scene before you, a pang of guilt tugs at your heart. It feels almost selfish, you think, to bask in such a gorgeous view alone.

Without hesitation, you rise from your spot beside the barn, stretching your tight shoulders with a huff before swiftly leaping over the hardwood fence. Only one other person in town would be awake at this late hour, and you knew exactly where you would find him. You took a deep breath of the crisp air before making your way down the dirt road towards Cindersap Forest.

“Oh, sure– just let yourself in, I guess,” Shane’s gruff voice murmurs from the kitchen, “I can’t believe Lewis lets you keep that ‘Key to the Town’, fuckin’ bullshit.”

You lean against the door frame, a smirk tugging on your lips as Shane pulls out a steaming bowl of ‘JojaBrand™ Meal for One®: Pepper Poppers’ from the microwave. "Shh, you know you secretly enjoy my surprise visits, Shane," you tease, "Besides, I came over to ask you something."

“Well, are you gonna spit it out, toots, or do you plan on waking up the whole house for this announcement?” Shane grumbles, searching for a clean fork. Years ago, you found his standoffish demeanour frustrating– unfortunately for him, however, it only fuelled your desire to develop a relationship with him; to break down those walls he built up.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to stargaze with me,” you smile, a genuine toothy grin. “It’s a nice night for it.”

Shane’s eyebrows shoot up momentarily as he hesitates, glancing towards you, “You seriously came over just to ask me that?”

“You don’t have to join me if you don’t want to,” you reply, chuckling softly as you push off the door frame and turn to leave, “Just figured we hadn’t caught up in a while.”

You hear a groan coming from behind you, followed by the clattering of a bowl being discarded on the kitchen counter. He had always had a soft spot for you.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shane sighs, “Lemme grab my jacket.”

The night air is crisp as you and Shane traverse the farm. The distant sound of crickets chirping provides a soothing backdrop to the quiet countryside, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Shane walks behind you, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his well-worn jacket; his posture stiff and guarded as always.

As you reach your spot by the barn, you unfurl the blanket and settle against the hay, gazing up at the expanse of stars above.

"So, how've you been, buddy?" you offer Shane a bottle of pumpkin juice, noting the tension in his shoulders. "Feels like I haven't seen much of you lately."

Despite Shane's usual standoffish demeanour, there is a subtle shift in his presence as he lowers himself onto the blanket beside you and grabs the juice. His shoulders relax ever so slightly, and for the first time in a long while, there is a hint of vulnerability in his gaze as he turns his attention skyward.

“I’ve been… I don’t know. Good.” Shane's voice trails off as shifts his gaze to the bottle in his hand, his shoulders slouched while his words hang heavy in the air. He drops his head against the rough surface of the hay bale behind him.

Glancing towards him, you note the furrow in his brow and the tension in his shoulders; his strong features illuminated by the moonlight. You resist the urge to press him further, allowing a comfortable silence to settle between you.

Lost in contemplation, you find solace in the vastness above.

After what felt like an eternity, Shane spoke up once more: his voice barely above a whisper.

"Any time I go shopping, like at Pierre’s or when I used to restock the shit they sold at JojaMart, I’d always feel like I’m in the way, y’know?” Shane confesses, his gaze fixed on the black velvet of the night sky. “As if someone is gonna be blocked off by me. And I know it’s not just 'cause I'm a big guy, doll, because then I leave the shop and realise that I still feel like I’m in the way.”

“Do you feel like that now?” you probe, allowing your gaze to drift towards him.

“Kinda, yeah. I always feel like that, I guess,” Shane admits, his voice tinged with resignation. He takes a swig of his juice. “Like I’m some kind of… rock stuck in a stream, with everybody else on planet Earth barging ahead around me—or some other flowery metaphor Elliot’d come up with, I don’t fucking know.”

“Is therapy helping with that feeling? Seems to me like you’re really making progress, if that means anything.” you reply, too enamoured with the contours of his side profile to notice the way his pinky finger locks with yours on the plush blanket. A promise of vulnerability.

“Sorta, but there's a pressure there as well, y’know? Gotta be happy all the time now, otherwise what was it all for? I don't even have a job anymore, I just... I’m just worried that…” Shane pauses, his fingers absentmindedly plucking at the hay behind him, “…Ah, forget it.”

“Worried that what?” You turn to face him, the spectacle of the cosmos long-forgotten.

“It's just that… what if my addiction; shitty personality; tendency to lie about the most basic crap to see people’s reaction; awful sense of humour; impulse to fall in love with someone if they’re nice to me; horrid fashion sense; inability to take a photo of myself smiling: all that crap… are all irrefutable? What if I was doomed to—”

“Shane, don’t—”

“I’ve tried… I’ve tried so hard every day of my life, (Y/n).” Shane's voice cracks, “I just… don’t wanna be a screw-up anymore.”

"Shane, you are not a screw-up," you demur, reaching out a hand to stroke his soft bicep, "You're just… human. You've already taken huge steps by just acknowledging your screw-up-ness and reaching out for help. And yeah, you have been trying, every single day. That's bravery, Shane. That's strength! I'm tired of you being the only one who doesn't see that."

The following silence is only interrupted by the distant chirping of crickets. Shane's eyes wearily scan your face for some kind of tell, as if your response was an inauthentic prank meant to lull him into a false sense of security. The bags under his eyes are shadowed and heavy. Your heart swells. “Repeat after me—”

“(Y/n), please—” pleads Shane.

“Mister Shane Andrew Miller, repeat after me!”

“Yes, Ma'am,” He chuckles, wiping away a stray tear.

“I, Shane, am a strong, brave, and amazing person; and I am going to be okay.”

“I’m a strong, brave, amazing person… and I'm gonna be okay.”

“Louder!”

“I'm gonna be okay!” He shouts— hands cupped around his mouth to bellow into the sleeping farm. After a nervous chuckle, Shane resigns to a slouch as he looks towards you with a blush warming his cheeks.

“Feel a little better?”

“I feel like a jack-ass,” Shane mumbles,“But yeah, a little.”

“Good,” you reach your hand out to caress his cheek, your thumb tracing patterns in his stubble when he leans into the touch, “and you only looked a little like a jack-ass.”

“Fuck off,” Shane laughs, the banter bringing a familiar light to his eyes, as he shoves your hand away playfully.

You both stay like that for a moment after the laughter dies down, embraced by the warmth of each other's silent company— one of you occasionally turning to retell the latest town gossip, or reference an inside joke neither of you can remember the origins of.

“I should, uh, be heading back now,” Shane moves to stand up, groaning as he stretches his legs, “Penny's taking the kiddo to the community centre tomorrow for some arts and crafts, and I gotta be up early to pack her lunch.”

You look up at his looming form, only now realising how long you had both been out here for.

“Of course, no worries,” you clumsily rise to your feet as your lips quiver with a tentative grin, a delicate curve that hovers on the precipice of expression. “Um, tell Jas I say ‘Hi’, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Shane replies, the awkwardness palpable, “Night, (Y/n),”

“Goodnight,” you raise your hand in a half-hearted wave as you watch his slouching figure turn to leave.

He makes it a couple steps, barely out of reach, before a surge of courage propels you forward. Reaching out to grasp the sleeve of Shane’s frayed hoodie before doubt can inhibit your impulsion, you pull him towards you.

Your lips crash on his in a rush of fervent emotion. One of Shane’s calloused hands instinctively rises to the nape of your neck; the other wraps around your waist as he pulls you closer, desperately. Bodies flush against each other as his fingers tangle in your hair.

A tingling sensation runs through your body. You reach up to gently cup his face as he deepened the kiss, his trembling lips continue moving against yours with a gentle urgency. In this moment, nothing else matters - no worries or fears, no past or future, no moon or stars.

Your heart races as you both pull away.

“To be clear, if this is, like, a pity thing or whatever,” Shane mumbles, his lips tickling your own as he attempts to catch his breath. “That’s um– that’s fine by me, I don’t… I wasn’t expecting this.”

“No that wasn’t… um,” You rest your forehead on his, closing your eyes as you attempt to calm your frantically beating heart, “I just… wanted to kiss you.”

Shane laughs as he brings both hands to your face, cupping your cheeks as he kisses you once more. This was different, however: gentle, soft, yet just as vulnerable. You look up at him, eye’s shining with the light from the stars, as you admire the softness of his usually stern features.

“You were right, this was a nice night to stargaze.”

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patxhwrk · 1 year

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Shane: c'mon Marnie, nobody actually believes that Y/n is in love with me

Marnie, sighing: raise your hand if you think Y/n's helplessly in love with Shane

*everyone in the bar raises their hand*

Marnie: Y/n, put your hand down

#stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #shane x reader #stardew valley shane x reader #sdv shane x reader

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lilmoonbunny · 5 months

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How you started dating Shane.

Shane loves you; he just won’t admit it to you, not first, at least. He thinks that you deserve someone way better than him and he doesn’t want to drag you down with his problems. Either way, he still wants to be your friend and will settle for just that.

However, when you start dating someone from outside of the valley, he can’t help but get immensely jealous and struggles talking to you, especially when your partner is around.

You have no idea what you’ve done to anger him, but you miss him. In fact, that’s how you realised your feelings for him and immediately broke it off with your partner; it wasn’t fair to keep stringing them along when you clearly have feelings for someone else.

Your partner actually kind of knew and was waiting for you to realise it.

Shane keeps avoiding you, he can’t stand the thought of you with someone other than him. He hasn’t properly spoken to you since you got with your partner, so he doesn’t know that you called it quits.

However, one day you get tired of him ignoring you and show up at Marnie’s whilst he’s at work. She happily lets you wait in his room with a knowing smirk. She knew Shane loves you and knew exactly what was coming.

When Shane gets home from work with a sigh, he immediately retreats to his room after greeting Jas and Marnie who just smiled at him.

“Are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” Is the first thing he hears when he enters the room, and he just freezes.

He can’t run, you’ve moved in front of the door so he can’t get out.

“I’m not?” He tries to act casual about it and play it off as him just being busy, but he knows that he’s been caught.

You just look at him with a raised eyebrow and a knowing look. He immediately looks away.

He does feel bad, and misses you.

“Why, Shane?” You ask.

He mumbles something, but you don’t catch it and ask him to repeat it.

“Because I love you and seeing you with your partner hurts me, okay? You can go now.” Shane isn’t the best at expressing his emotions but he’s working on it wit his therapist.

You freeze for a moment, and he tries to move past you and out of the room, but you realise and grab his hand, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I love you too.” You mumble into his chest and thankfully he hears you.

Immediately blushes.

“Y-you do…?”

“Of course, dummy. Why wouldn’t I?”

He tries to start listing off reasons you shouldn’t/wouldn’t, but you just shush him and hug him again.

He wants to kiss you but still thinks you’re with your partner.

“What about…”

“We broke up. I knew I loved you and it wasn’t fair to keep leading them on.”

“Can I… *ahem* kiss you then?”

You don’t even answer him, just kiss him.

Well, at least until you hear giggling outside of the door and Shane opens the door to reveal Jas with a giddy smile on her face. He chases her around the ranch whilst she giggles, and you just smile.

You really love him…

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babiebom · 7 months

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hiii I love your alphabet posts!! could i request O, M, Q for Shane sdv? 🫶

A/N:yupperoni!! Him and Harvey don’t have many alphabet letters left lmao!! And if anyone sees this for all of the characters that I have already written for the alphabet theirs will be finished after October ends. So if you don’t get to request don’t worry. Those who I didn’t get to do at all will be left undone!!

Tw: sexual content

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M-Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If I am being honest a good pair of shorts makes his mind race. This is something that he doesn’t think about at all. When talking about preferences he never thinks about this but it really is something he likes. Watching you do absolutely anything in a pair of shorts that hugs your ass and he is ready to smash.

O-Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If I am being honest he prefers getting head rather than giving. He likes the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth and will never get tired of the feeling. He lasts pretty long too so your jaw will be hurting by the time you’re done.

When giving oral he’s decent at it, I feel like he doesn’t always put in a lot of work but does go until you cum. Sometimes it takes longer than others but once he learns what you like it never takes too long even if he’s being lazy.

Q-Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

lOVES quickies will never turn one down. You wanna get off before he goes to work? Bet. You wanna fuck really quick in between working on the farm? Bet. A quickie is his favorite because it gives him an excuse to go fast and hard. It’s very messy every single time. Always puts him in a good mood for the day.

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crybaby-writings · 1 year

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let's talk about shane from stardew valley

people who shit talk about shane because of how his spouse room looks (showing signs that he may have relapsed, that's despite being in recovery he's still actively struggling with addiction, ect.) are just as bad as men who date a woman that they know is mentally ill, and then throw a fit or break up with her when she shows signs of mental illness.

it's the exact same thing, to a tee. people are complaining/divorcing him literally because his spouse room shows that he's still struggling with a mental illness/staying sober despite being in therapy and going to meetings.

and guess what, that's exactly how addiction works. you don't stop and it just goes away. you relapse over and over, while doing your very best. relapse/"slipping" is a vital part of recovery, just like therapy and attending your meetings (if you have them for your particular addiction).

addict's will live with the aftermath of, and be in recovery with, their addictions until the day that they die. no matter how long they are sober, there is always a small chance for a relapse or a slip in your judgement. i speak from experience in this, both as someone who has family members who were/are addicts and as someone who has addictions (that are tied to other mental health issues, not substance based).

shane is doing his best to recover, for the people he loves, and doesn't deserve to be treated badly because of something that's a natural part of the recovery process- that he's trying so hard to not let happen.

also, shane is definitely an asshole for a while after you meet him- i completely understand that, and im not arguing with that. you have every right to not like a character, or not want to be married to a character, but not liking them of not wanting to marry them simply because they're mentally ill/you can visually see the way their mental illness manifests is not okay.

also, what is his deal with randomly putting up joja wallpaper in the house? what's the reason? what was he thinking when he did that?

#♤— ash tries #'he's a fictional character' so? this is a issue real people deal with and it's a topic that's very important to me #stardew #stardew valley #stardew valley shane #shane stardew valley #tw: addiction mention #cw: addiction mention #tw addiction #tw addiction mention #cw addiction mention #shane x reader #stardew valley shane x reader #stardew valley farmer

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 12 days

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SHANE MY BELOVED anyways gonna request based on an oc that i made/an ai chatbot chat that i did recently. selectively mute reader with shane, and how their relationship evolves? strangers to lovers probs. hcs or oneshot/drabble :3 -galaxy

WAHOOO

I got 5 hearts with him as we speak so this is perfect timing <3

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Settling into Stardew Valley was certainly going to be a challenge, especially with the new life you wanted to build here..and of course that entails meeting new people.

For most of your life, you've been selectively mute, only ever using your voice if you absolutely have to.

You never used it much at your previous office job, but it was still quite soulless and didn't make you feel good.

Even so, Lewis doesn't think you should stay a stranger and insists you introduce yourself to folks in Pelican Town.

You couldn't ignore the letters stuffed into your mailbox forever..so you finally headed into town.

While some villagers regarded you as "quiet", many of them chalked it up to you being new and welcomed you anyways.

Although Shane is indifferent and annoyed--as he is to most strangers.

You accidentally bumped into him, and he thinks you're rude for not saying "sorry".

Your brain sorta panics as you sign the words...but from the way he stares at you, you realize he doesn't understand what you're saying.

By the time you get out your notepad, he's long gone, mumbling about being late to his shift.

Since then, you try being polite and wave to him anytime you see him in the street or at the saloon..but he just wonders why you're bothering him.

One thing he kept noticing at the bar was that you always gave your order to Gus on your notepad, and he starts thinking there is a reason you can't talk and you weren't just being a dick specifically to him that day.

Still, he doesn't ask you. You're probably gonna stop trying to befriend him sooner or later. So why should he care?

One day, you approach Shane while he's working at JojaMart and asked him where a certain food ingredient was, pointing to your shopping list..and you see that irritable look in his eye again.

He had customers mixing up things on the shelves and snapping at him for things outside his control--and you caught him on a rather bad day.

He says nothing and just points further down the isle, but you just smile and mouth "thank you", signing the words before continuing on.

Poor guy goes red, convinced you blew a kiss at him just now...and it's all he could think about for the rest of his shift.

The very next day, you show up at Marnie's place with a fresh pizza, asking if Shane was home.

He gets flustered as HELL when he realizes you were at the mart buying ingredients to make one of his favorite foods...and he acted like a total jackass.

You left a note inside the container, which basically tells him you're selectively mute and realized your farm was just down the road from his aunt's ranch.

After reading it, he awkwardly apologizes and asks for a fresh start, to which you just smile and nod.

Jas, at this point, can see he's got a crush on you.

After that was cleared up, you two become friends and hangout together at the saloon often or share a beer on the dock.

You don't talk, but tbh Shane appreciates the silence between you two. He didn't have to force conversation, and neither did you.

Although that also enables him to vent to you about how downtrodden and repetitive his life feels, with you simply listening and accompanying him home.

It doesn't change the fact he felt like a burden to everyone, and one night you found him on the cliffside, his face covered in mud and tears, ready to give up on the world.

In his drunken haze, he forgot you were mute and wants you to tell him why he shouldn't do it..

"No wait..I..forgot you can't-"

"Shane..I'm here for you." Your voice comes out low, hoarse, and a little shaky, but he stopped sobbing the moment he heard it..and he stares up at you in shock.

"S-So..you do speak.." He mumbles. "You sound....like--like an angel...fuck..maybe they do exist. So you'll...be here for me no matter what? Even if I did something stupid...?"

You simply nod, and that makes him change his mind.

He just can't believe that out of all the people in this town, you chose to open up to him--some sad sack of shit who was about to jump off the cliff--and decide he should be the one to hear your voice first.

You actually wanted him around. And you never hated him despite all the times he was rude to you..

After he nearly vomits all over your shoes, you take him to the hospital, knowing he needed Harvey's intervention, and since then you've been supportive of his recovery journey.

He only remembers bits and pieces from that night..although the one thing he couldn't forget was hearing your voice.

It was probably so difficult for you to find it again, and he appreciates you talking him down, even if you had to close up and go totally silent for the next few days or so.

If you ever go into why you became selectively mute, Shane will do his absolute best to understand (and maybe get a little overprotective in the process if someone makes fun of you for it).

But if not, he'll still defend you regardless.

You teach him a few general phrases in sign language, which he tries to grasp and eventually gets the hang of.

At some point down the line..he asks you out on a festival date after much pressure from Jas and Marnie, and you were so excited you nearly yelled out "YES"-

But instead managed to nod happily, taking his hand and dragging him towards the celebration without a second thought.

Soon that little date turns into a genuine relationship, with Shane eventually moving onto your farm to help you care for the crops and animals, switching to alternatives to beer and promising to cut back on the hours he spends at the saloon.

Some days you'll be away mining, fishing, slaying monsters, or helping the Junimos rebuild the community center, but other times you'll stay inside and just cuddle with him, your pet, and the chickens.

He was muddling over why you chose him (a lot of self doubt still festers inside of him), and you spoke to him again--this time to his sober-self.

That was "because I love you".

And yes...he did cry.

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shanesbluechicken · 1 year

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Taking Shane to the mines

Sam

TW: mentions of alcohol

Personally I think he'd be one of the best mining partners. Sure, he isn't as fit and athletic as he used to be back when he still played gridball, but he does a lot of physical work at Joja Mart. Besides I think he'd be the least scared of the monsters.

Definitely has enough pent up anger to let it all out on the creatures that are crawling in the depths of the mines.

His very first encounter with a slime went like this-

Shane: Wtf are these little shits?! *he says while slicing them up without a second thought*

You lend him your sword, because he feels more comfortable protecting you instead of letting you handle the fighting yourself. Shane also has no idea what materials you exactly need.

He follows your every step and before a monster can even lock onto you, he already charges at them like a damn torpedo.

You two do need a lot of breaks tho, because he lacks stamina from all the alcohol.

But all in all, you're incredibly impressed with him and don't be shy about it. Shane loves to hear your praises.

After a while he genuinely starts to enjoy going to the mines with you and gets excited everytime he sees you infront of Joja Mart after his shift to ask him if he wants to come with you.

Farmer: *happily mining*

Meanwhile Shane swinging the sword: DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDIIIIIIIIINGS

After every trip you either cool down at his or your place with some snacks and drinks and get cleaned up. Sometimes you accidently wake up Jas and she sits with you guys as she listens to your epic monster stories with big eyes.

Marnie is lowkey highkey worried abt the two of you, but she knows that her constant speeches abt the danger of the mines won't stop you. She secretly loves seeing you and Shane hang out so often. These are the rare times he actually smiles over his entire face.

In some moments when you're panting and all sweaty he glances over to you, but makes sure that you don't catch him. (You do tho. Everytime.)

Naturally you do the same when he's all worn out ;)

The entire town hears your loud giggles and conversations when you head home in the middle of the night. The first few times the people didn't even recognize Shane's voice, because you know he never giggles.

For him this is a very welcome change now that he spends his evenings basically "working out" instead of drowning his sorrows in beer.

I might do some more of these mine headcanons with the other characters and of course you're free to request more🤗

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halloweenbitch2764 · 13 days

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Mmmmmay I get some headcanons on Shane with a reader who likes to mend clothes as a sort of love language? Shane’s jeans have a hole? No problem! Nothing a needle can’t fix! Shane laments his favorite shirt got pecked apart by chickens? Perfect opportunity to use that thread they got a while ago! Shane’s ratty hoodie is a challenge but they are willing to take it on, maybe some colorful patches etc.

Just something with someone who loves Shane and expresses that love trough making sure the clothes he either needs or straight up feels good in are well mended and taken care off?

One of my favorite asks so far so of course you can have it! Thank you so much for the ask, this seems like such a cute idea!

!Spoilers Ahead!

Shane With A Reader Who Mends His Clothes

When you moved to Pelican Town you had brought all your sewing stuff with you

You had been taught young how to sew but weren't the best and never really tried to get better

That was, until you moved to Stardew Valley

Being a farmer meant you tore your clothes pretty frequently, and they would need to be sewn back together to be wearable

So you picked back up on sewing

It didn't take long for your skills to improve (with some help from Emily), and the stitches started blending in with the clothing seamlessly

During that time you met and slowly became friends with Shane

He resisted your efforts but you eventually became close friends

After his breakdown at the cliffside and him beginning to get his life back together, it didn't take long for you two to begin dating

You had realized how tattered and worn out Shane's outfits were

Some were just general wear and tear, some were from the chickens, and some were when he'd try to help out on your farm

First, you offered to start working on his jacket

He wore it everywhere and you figured that making it look better could be a confidence boost for Shane

So you got to work, and after a few days of fixing and sewing, you were able to make it look almost brand new

Coincidentally, Shane had mentioned that the chickens pecked apart his favorite shirt and that it was likely ruined

You took the shirt in and worked your magic, sewing it back to being wearable

After a rough day at JojaMart you noticed a rip in his shorts

It didn't take long for you to fix it up since it wasn't a major tear or anything

Shane never failed to thank you for fixing his clothes

He had no idea how to sew and figured he would have just had to throw out the clothes otherwise (save for the pants since it was a simple tear)

His clothes began to help give him a confidence boost, which he desperately needed

You continued to sew as needed, and Shane cherished that you would do something so sweet to help him

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bekaroth-reads · 1 year

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Stardew Valley Shane x Reader

[based on the fact that most of the time when he asks why you’re bothering him, his avatar is still smiling.]

Pelican Town was a pretty nice place to live. There weren’t too many other people living here, and your farm was far enough from the actual town that you didn’t get to see the other residents too often. But, you did still see them enough that you were friendly with all of them and actually starting to be friends with some of them. Everyone here seemed to be naturally friendly, even if they were on the more quiet side personality-wise.

And, then there was Shane.

He always looked like he was about to keel over any minute, and half of the time that keeling looked to be by choice. Not that you could really blame him seeing as he was working at the Joja Mart. You had worked for that company long enough yourself to know how much of the life it can suck out of someone. Not to mention he was dealing with a retail job, which was difficult to stomach even if it was somewhere other than Joja. Not that there were too many other people outside of Pelican that went there and would treat him poorly. Shane did have the advantage of living in a smaller town so that even if someone had a problem with him, it would be less likely for it to be blown to a large proportion as that would cause a ripple through the whole population; not to mention that everyone respected Marnie too much to ever do something to cause her grief. No, what most people felt about Shane was pity. They all gave him space though and he seemed to like that.

Regardless, you were always sure to at least wave at Shane when you saw him. For the first month or so you would simply wave or maybe give a, “Good morning,” as when you usually saw him as you were passing each other in the town square on mornings you had to stop at Pierre’s. This was usually met with complete silence or an annoyed grunt. It didn’t bother you too much. You weren’t much of a morning person yourself and understood not wanting to have a full conversation that early in the day. Things changed a little bit once the two of you were properly introduced; perhaps not properly, but there was an introduction. You were over checking prices on things with Marnie as you wanted to be sure you could afford everything you needed if you bought some chickens when Shane came walking in from the other room. “Oh, this is my nephew Shane. I’m sure the two of you have seen each other before.” She offered when he didn’t say anything to you. “Oh, we’ve met before.” You offered as an explication to ease the scolding tone that she was giving Shane. “I don’t know you,” was all that Shane said before walking out the door before Marnie could say anything about it.

After that, you would be a bit more forward about talking to him. Nothing too much past what you were already doing, but instead of just, “Good morning,” you would ask, “How are you?” Or, you would even do something as simple as addressing him by name. Shane in turn, evolved from ignoring or grunting at you to talking back. Of course, it was things like, “Why are you talking to me,” or, “I’m busy.” It was still talking though, and when you talked to Marnie about it to make sure you weren’t making him uncomfortable, she first apologized for how curt he was being, but then seemed floored that he even said that much to you. She said the most he ever talked to anyone that wasn’t her or Jas was when he ordered a drink at the pub or when he was forced to give one to two-word answers at work. There was still a feeling that he was a bit out of his comfort zone, but Marnie assured you if there was a real problem you would know about it; that or she would, and seeing as she didn’t want her nephew to be any more unhappy than he already was she would tell you herself.

Things were really changed last night. It was Friday night, and you decided to go to the pub. It would be nice to just relax for an evening and since that was the night that most of everyone else went to the pub as well it would be nice to catch up with some people you hadn’t seen in a while. When you got there, the usual crowd was there as well, some of them waving as you walked in the door. You ended up spending most of the night talking with Leah with Emily popping in from time to time when she wasn’t helping Gus. You noticed Shane standing in a corner by himself. It seemed that Leah saw you glance in that direction, and commented, “Poor guy. Everyone hates to see him feel so down and out all the time. But, there’s not much anyone can do to help him. He’ll choose beer over help anytime.” There was a bit of derision in her voice, but nothing too uncalled for as it did look like he was at least partially doing this to himself. Before the conversation could continue Emily stopped by on her break and started talking about something completely different.

As the night went on more and more people made their way home. Eventually, there was only a fraction of the people left in the bar. This led to you sitting at the bar. And, only a chair away from Shane. The positioning wasn’t planned, simply from you both taking what seats were available at the time and not moving when others opened up. You were drinking your last drink for the night while Shane was halfway through his third tankard of beer. Not that it should have been impressive, but you found it morbidly amazing that he could have had that much and still be as relatively sober as he was; Gus’s tankards were by no means small. You looked at him from the corner of your eye as you took another drink. “Hey,” you greeted and you saw his tense shoulders slump, seeming deflating because you were bothering him. But, with a few drinks in him, Shane found his tongue loosened more than usual.

“Why do you talk to me?” He asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You respond.

This made Shane stop and think for a minute. “It…” he huffed and mumbled so quietly that you almost missed it, “People just don’t.” There was another pause of neither of you talking. Finally, Shane broke the silence again. “Look, if you really want to impress me then buy me another drink.” It surprised everyone, who neither of you noticed were at least glancing at you both frequently because of how odd it was to see Shane out of his corner and talking to someone. It surprised Shane as well when you looked up from your drink and called, “Hey, Gus.” He came walking over, pretending to not have just been talking about the two of you with Emily. You nodded toward Shane and requested, “Get this man a water, if you don’t mind.” Gus did his best to hide a laugh, relieved that he didn’t have to explain to you that he had already cut Shane off for the night. Shane’s face scrunched up moments before he hid it under his hood, and hissed, “Are you serious?”

“Hey, you said a drink. Never said which one.” You chuckle as you catch the glass Gus slid at you. “Besides, you could use it before you walk home.” You gave his shoulder a few pats before standing up to leave. Even though most of his face was covered, you could see the slight twitch of a starting smile threaten to make its way onto his face. You paid Gus and said goodbye to Shane. Everyone sat there like they were witnessing an impossibility when he waved back.

This morning while you were waiting for Pierre’s to open for the day, you saw a certain Joja Mart employee making his way to work. “Good morning, Shane. How are you?” You greeted as he walked by you. He paused a moment like he was thinking about saying something else but eventually grumbled out, “Busy. Why are you talking to me…” as he kept walking past. However, you noticed that little smile start to invade his dower face once again. Maybe Shane didn’t mind you talking to him as much as he acted like he did.

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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So we’ve had Sam being employed on the farm but what about Shane? We can’t leave him at Joja Mart! (Also now I’m thinking about the farmer employing various unemployed people in stardew valley around the farm so Sam isn’t lonely lol) I love your writing!!

Shane Working for the Farmer Headcanons

Continuation of this post.

Hi! Thank you for your patience! I was actually looking forward to getting to this post before burnout hit. A funny fic idea would be the whole town somehow getting involved in working on the farm and the farmer struggling to keep them all in line ("No, Abby, the turnips aren't ready yet!", *Demetrius spits out unripe strawberry while the farmer just stares*).

TW: swearing and food

Shane was one of the first to hear about Sam getting a job on your farm. In fact, according to the post this is based off of, he was there when you asked Sam about it. He was stocking the shelves and saw you approach him with the cheekiest grin on your face. When you had asked, you didn't even think to ask him. The idea had only sprung into your head about ten minutes ago when you remembered Sam mentioning how much he hated working at Joja.

It had been about a month since Sam started working when Shane joked (asked) about him working on the farm. He was all like 'well, I work with the chickens as a second job, basically, and it'd be a shit-ton better than working in that hellhole'.

That's when it hits you that, oh shit, you asked Sam to come work for you right in front of him. Shane can see your reaction plastered on your face clear as day, so he knows there was no malicious intent. Even then, you're sure to apologise and offer him a spot on the farm right away.

Sam's reaction is mixed. On one hand, he gets more help and someone to hang out with. On the other hand, he did like having you all to himself. But he gets over that part quickly. He doesn't want to come off as possessive.

So, he is very friendly towards Shane. I mean, he already was friendly enough with him back at Joja and in town, but now he's extra friendly. Because this is a dream job for him, and he's sure it's a great job for Shane, too. And he's not about to ruin it for the both of them.

Shane covers the animals while Sam covers the land. Shane's obvious favourite is the chicken, though he takes a liking to any dinos you have on the farm. After the initial shock and belief crisis, of course.

The animals love Shane, too! Shane's got a knack for being able to tell exactly identical animals apart, so he's great help in figuring out which animals haven't been cared for yet. Since he's able to tell them apart, he was also able to bring Charlie over without fear of confusing him for another! Charlie got along well with the others, though he has to stay at the ranch most of the time.

Shane's not as big of a help in cleaning around the house. That sort of becomes a you only thing, or a you and Sam thing (or potentially a you and someone else thing ;) hehe). He just doesn't have the energy for it most of the time. He's only really got the energy for helping out with the animals because he enjoys doing it. Anything else is stressful and brings him down.

Still, if it's a big day, he'll help Sam out. The two actually have a bit of a bonding session working together; Sam teaches him some tricks he learned working on the farm and Shane opens up a bit and is nicer. Towards the end of Shane's arc he's nicer anyway, but he can still be a little closed off. It's just how he is.

To be fair to the anon that requested this, Shane is also into the farmer. I mean, it's a great way to cause drama, so I want it anyway. Sorry, not sorry.

When Shane catches you and Sam asleep in the hammock together, he does get a little jealous. But that's quickly subsided and overtaken by his urge to tip you both out of the hammock. What can I say? It's funny. Just because he likes you doesn't mean you're getting a free pass on everything. He's still human.

I headcanon that Shane was paid less than Sam due to the fact that there were more stockers than janitors. Also, the janitor job just gets more pay in general because it is gross (Joja has some standards okay). So, getting a cool 600g (60 dollars/whatever that is in your country) is a pretty sweet deal.

I forgot to mention Marnie's reaction. She's... Happy? Not happy? Something, alright. She's happy her nephew is getting a good job with a good boss for good pay, but she's worried how long it will last. You're racking up money quick, and automation even quicker. How long will it be before Shane's not even needed anymore? What will happen then?

Oh, as for the watering can fights with Sam, Shane's all in on those. He may be recovering from depression and alcoholism, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy a good water fight. Though Shane doesn't use watering cans in the nice way, by using the end to sprinkle it over people. No, he flips that baby upside down and dunks it on you and Sam. Automatic win.

When him and Sam are finished with their work and you haven't come back yet, they help themselves to your house. Mainly your kitchen, of course. You've had to rearrange everything into the Sam & Shane and the Not Sam & Shane area. They have a whole drawer in your fridge dedicated to them simply to keep their hands of your stuff.

If you are to arrive really late from the mines, these two rush you over to Harvey's. Sam's more inclined to keep you at your house to rest, but eventually agrees to go and get you checked out by a professional. Shane's first guess is to go to Harvey's because Yoba knows how much he's helped him with his troubles.

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This one was very fun to write! Thank you for the request. I'm trying to prioritise the ones I personally want to do and also the ones I have the brainpower to do.

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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Shane comforts you

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane x Reader

Warnings: Break-up (not Shane), kissing

Before the breakup:

When you come to Shane excited that you have a new partner, he’s oddly upset

He didn’t know that he was romantically attracted to you until that exact moment

He realised that he didn’t want anyone to be with you besides him

But he had to act happy for you!!

“Woah, Y/N/N, I’m so happy for you!”

You just grin at him

During the breakup:

When you call Shane up crying, he’s straight over to see you

He’s worried since you didn’t say what had happened over the phone, just that you needed him

(He won’t admit it, but he practically ran to the farm)

When he gets there, you’re sat on the porch engulfed in a blanket with tears running down your face

His heart breaks a lot little

“Are you okay?” He asks breathlessly, cursing himself for such a stupid question.

“I-I mean clearly not, but!”

You just laugh at his nervous stuttering and blushing cheeks.

Instead of answering his question, you just shuffle across the porch to give him a place to sit on the steps

You both sit there in silence for a few seconds before you rest your head on his shoulder

“Me and my partner broke up.”

Suddenly everything makes sense to Shane

And he feels bad for being somewhat relieved/happy

“I’m sorry…”

You just shrug

“It is what it is. Thank you for coming.”

He simply hugs you

You spend the night together watching shitty movies, laughing and crying, and eating ice cream

Post breakup:

Things are slowly getting back to normal

You and Shane have spent more time in the last few weeks than you ever had before

In turn, this means you are also getting closer than before

There had always been some romantic tension there, but it was clearer than before

Each day was getting harder and harder for Shane to hide his feelings

The same goes for you

You two were just sitting on a bench outside the saloon one day

Shane was drinking a soda after having quit drinking cold turkey

You were both laughing and joking about something that neither of you could remember when you suddenly went quiet, staring into the distance

“Y/N?” A voice calls out and the way you tense doesn’t go unnoticed by Shane who places a hand on your shoulder

The mysterious figure walks over, revealing it to be your ex

Now it was Shane’s turn to tense

Thoughts were racing through his head, as well as some jealousy, even though you hadn’t replied to your ex

Both Shane and your ex waited for a response, but you simply turned back to Shane with a smile and continued your conversation from before

Shane was more confused than your ex was

Your ex was becoming more agitated than confused as time progressed

“Y/N, you’re seriously ignoring me for this guy?”

Those were the words that made you snap

You shot up out of your seat and began cursing your ex out

You referred to Shane as your boyfriend multiple times throughout the cursing and Shane was blushing so hard

You kept complimenting Shane whilst also insulting your ex which made Shane blush even more

Eventually your ex took the hint and left

You and Shane sat in an awkward silence

“Sorry, you probably didn’t want me to call you my boyfriend.” Was the first thing you said

Shane shot up, spilling his soda over himself

He didn’t care, he just wanted to make sure you knew that he wasn’t embarrassed

“I’d be lucky to be your boyfriend”

He immediately realised what he had said

“You mean that?”

Shane silently nodded

Rather than speaking, you turned to face Shane fully, placing your hand on the back of his neck and lifting your lips to press against his

“I’d be lucky to call you my boyfriend.” You whispered as you pulled away

“Then why don’t you?”

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patxhwrk · 1 year

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Shane: can you people stop being gay? Cut it out lol

Y/n: FUCK YOU

Shane: what are you? Gay?

Y/n: you fucking wish, you just wish you were me

Shane: oh yeah? Oh yeah?

Y/n: yeah, you stubborn fucking asshole

Shane: pushes you on to a locker and we passionately make out

Y/n: i don't stop you

Gus: are you fucking roleplaying in my bar??

#stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #shane x reader #stardew valley shane x reader #sdv shane x reader

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miu-senpaii · 9 months

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Not to break Shane's heart but... the chicks turn on him. Peck at his legs. He might have washed the blood off but his children know whose blood has tainted his hands. They know he's the reason they won't see the person who hatched them and kept them fed. I'm making this way too serious

Le gasp, the plot chickens (thickens).

Don't worry anon I'm loving this you should take this seriously because Shane's fight for custody over the chicks is a serious matter 😤

It had been a week since Shane filed for divorce and, well, to put it simply, accidentally not so accidentally murdered the farmer in a fit of rage amidst a bloody battle for custody. Despite trying to start anew and leave his past behind him, the shadow of your presence always seemed to follow in his footsteps, haunting him for his sins. This was most evident in the sudden change in the behavior of the chicks. His children were becoming increasingly restless. Their affectionate snuggling and playful pecking had turned into angry chittering and aggressive nipping at his exposed legs. The chicks were resentful toward him, and no matter how hard he tried to deny it, Shane knew the reason deep down. It was the farmer. Their parent. The one who kept them warm and fed under a comfy coop. He had your blood stained on his hands, and his children could still smell it through the flowery scent of the soap he used to mask the evidence.

One day, Shane awoke to a strangely quiet morning and a peaceful night of sleep.

Too quiet.

He felt an ominous churning in his stomach as he trudged over to check the chicks he had moved to Marnie's coop. They were gone. Not a single chick was to be found in the coop. Shane's eyes darted around the coop until he spotted a tiny gap in the wiring. When did that get there, and how did he not notice it before?

Shane frantically searched around the ranch, peeking inside the bushes, digging through the haybales, and checking in Marnie's other chicken coops. He had searched everywhere yet hadn't seen a speck of yellow fluff or heard a single peep. Shane helplessly leaned against the fence, thinking about all the possible places the chicks could have escaped to and imagining all the danger they could be in at that very moment. Where would he even begin looking? His chicks were so tiny that he might as well be searching for needles in a haystack.

Then, it struck him. There was one place the chicks used to call home. One person.

Shane walked toward the direction he had gone in countless times before. A path he knew like the back of his hand. At first, he used to come with reluctance after the farmer insisted that he check on their chickens in exchange for some pizza and pepper poppers that he couldn't turn down. Then, he came with a budding warmth in his heart and a smile on his face knowing that the farmer, the first real friend he had made in Pelican Town, invited him over for a game night. Eventually, he would come holding a delicate bouquet in hand, his pulse thudding in his ears, checking his breath or wiping his sweaty hands with every step.

Now, he walked with dread, fear, and perhaps...a hint of regret.

Shane arrived on the farmer's doorsteps, looking up to the cottage he once called home. He stopped his hand from knocking on the door, such an instinctive motion as if he half expected the farmer to open it and greet him with a bright smile. He walked through the fields where the farmers' countless crops had now withered, worthless without the care of their owner. Finally, he stopped at the garden. In the center, where he had buried the farmer and made a makeshift grave, were his chicks, their chicks, huddled in a circle around the gravestone.

Shane tentatively walked towards his chicks. He called out to them, but not a single peep was uttered. They ignored him even as he tried to touch them, never shifting their eyes away from the farmer's gravestone.

The overwhelming guilt and grief he had suppressed over the past washed over him like a tidal wave, knocking him down to his feet. Shane sobbed, howled, no longer concerned if the neighbors could hear him. What had he done? He was a monster. A murderer. A filthy sinner who would forever have his spouse's blood on his hands. He had lost his temper and killed the only person who loved him, even at his lowest. The person who encouraged him to raise his chicks, his children, in the first place. He couldn't recall when he had begun loving his chicks more than them, tossing the farmer aside. He was stupid for thinking he could live and provide for his children without them. He was selfish for taking away the farmer, who had raised his chicks as much as he did, from his children.

Shane loved his chicks more than anything in the world, but...he didn't deserve to be their father. Not after the things he did.

He gazed upon his children one last time through glassy eyes and a sad smile, "It's okay. I'll get you guys in a new home, maybe with Aunt Marnie or maybe someone else, but I promise they will love you and take care of you. You won't...have to see me your disgusting, criminal father anymore."

Maybe the chicks understood him because they seemed to disperse, walking back toward the direction of Marnie's ranch on their tiny legs. Shane stayed for a while longer, staring back at the gravestone longingly.

"Farmer, I'm so sorry. I realized that I really do love you just as much, maybe even a little more than my chickens."

This started off as crack but ended up depressing I'm sorry 😭

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babiebom · 6 months

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More letters for Shane, please? :-)

A/N: no problem! Also if anyone reads this the alphabet requests are CLOSED!! Feel free to request anything else though! The ones that I have already done will be finished over the next few weeks/months. Everyone who has already requested before I posted this is fine I’m still doing those!!

Tw: sexual content

Alphabet post Masterlist

C-Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves to cum in places that are low key disrespectful. It’s not a disrespect thing per say it’s just that he’s like, yeah only I can mark them in this kind of way. So it’s like on your face/hair, on your chest, and on your ass. Doesn’t like cream pies until(if) you start trying for a child then it unlocks something in him. Or if you’re amab cream pies were a thing way before because he probably came inside without thinking way before.

X-X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not too long? Maybe about 5 or 6 inches? VERY THICK!!!! Literally the stretch will burn no matter how many times you two have sex. It’s more flesh colored, like his skin but maybe a shade or two lighter. Not pink at all but the tip will turn red when he’s super turned on. It’s not a vibrant red but it is red and it leaks. Veiny.

Z-Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately crashes out, is super tired after all that fucking the he will roll over and fall asleep if you allow him to. Will try to stay awake and try to do aftercare but he is EXHAUSTED!! Mostly because this is the main way he can fall asleep. Usually he is too busy thinking and worrying to fall asleep, but he’s in a good mood during and after sex(most of the time) that he can just crash out.

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huggingkrobus · 2 years

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Your Voice Makes My Ears Bleed

[ ❥ ] PAIRING: Shane x fem!Reader

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[ ❥ ] SYNOPSIS: Shane just wants a night alone at the bar, but God, you just won’t shut up.

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[ ❥ ] WORD COUNT: 1.6k

[ ❥ ] WARNINGS: A sprinkle of angst.

[ ❥ ] INCLUDES: Enemies to lovers :0

[ ❥ ] REQUESTED: Yes

[ ❥ ] NOTES: Unedited, read at your own risk (edit: this is part 1 and I cant think of anything to write for part 2 lol help)

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“9:25,” read the clock.

Like a hostile reminder: “Hey, you’ve been here for hours. You’re really wasting your life away, aren’t you? God, so pathetic.”

He wished he could smash that clock. Throw it to the ground and stomp on it. Probably get a piece of glass stuck in his shoe, then he’d have to buy new ones. That’s the only reasonable thing he could think of as to why he shouldn’t throw that clock off the wall right then and there: he didn’t have enough spare cash for new shoes.

The black-haired boy sat glass in hand, elbows propped against the familiar hardwood. Glossy and warm, accustomed and preciously glazed. Hundreds of rings sat dried on the shine of the bar. He knew they were all his. No one else ever sat there except him.

Maybe Pam. She came there a lot. Maybe she and Shane could have been friends if they’d talked sooner. Now it’s just weird, feels wrong. They’ve gone so long without talking that it’s just a silent agreement between the two of them to leave it at that. So they do.

Today, Pam got to the Saloon after Shane. Not too long after, but it made him feel bad. He never got there before her. Was it this bad?

It was so late at night that he wasn’t expecting anyone else to pay a visit to the Saloon, but the door creaked open again and, in stepped a taller girl beaming with youth. Some may have even described her as ‘perky.’ In fact, Shane was pretty sure Leah actually had.

“Evening, Gus!” you spoke excitedly. Shane cringed and wondered how anyone could be that way willingly. So bright. It’s 9:30 at night, tone it down.

“Good evening. Can I get you anything?” Gus gave his usual spiel while washing dishes to prepare for closing.

You leaned down onto the bar, tipping your straw hat slightly upward to get a better look at the menu, “Hmm,” you stared, scanning every line before looking back at Gus, “You got any Sashimi tonight?”

Shane rolled his eyes and tried not to scoff loud enough for you to hear him. Sashimi? Why would anyone like something like that? It’s just raw fish, how could something get worse than that?

You must have heard him anyways because when he looked back in your direction to continue eavesdropping, all he saw was your eyes looking at his, eyebrows pinched downward with what was either annoyance or anger. He was too drunk to tell.

“You got something against Sashimi, chicken boy?”

He looked at Gus, trying to avoid any sort of confrontation, but Gus didn’t look back. He was busy working.

“Of course, I have something against Sashimi. It’s raw fish and that’s it. How could anyone ever in their right mind-”

And that’s when he noticed you were laughing. A soft and joyful laugh. He was confused.

“I was kidding, I don’t care. Everyone’s got different opinions, I don’t mind. This isn’t even for me anyway. Pierre has had a Sashimi craving for days now, and I can’t seem to get my hands on the stuff.” You looked at him with what he tried to recognize as a sincere smile. All he felt was embarrassed. You looked back at Gus, “So, you got any Sashimi?”

Gus scrubbed a dirty plate and looked disappointed back at you, “Sorry kiddo. We were selling some last night, seems you missed it,” He paused briefly to turn off the sink and dry his hands, “Thankfully for you, I should be getting some more fish soon if Willy hurries up. That man’s been having a rough season, can’t seem to catch anything lately.” Gus leaned against the bar after speaking.

“Yeah, I heard about that. Real shame. Real early spring isn’t good for fishing I’ve heard. The cold’s going away and the fish don’t know where to go.” Gus nodded slowly in response.

After a brief pause, he spoke up again, “On the subject of fish, tonight’s special is fish taco if you’re interested. Might as well eat something before you leave.”

A smile grew on your face, “That sounds great Gus, I’d love one if you don’t mind.”

Gus turned around to begin preparing the taco, “It’s my job!”

Shane tuned the rest out. Boring conversations about things he doesn’t even pay attention to. He picked out a few keywords like ‘Saloon’, ‘coop’, and ‘video game.’ The cheerful and politeness of it all made him almost sick to the stomach. The word ‘chicken’ really brought him back to focus.

“Coop should be done tomorrow!” you started, “Then I’ll head to Marnie’s for a chicken or two.”

“And these are your first chickens?” Gus asked.

“Yes sir!”

“Shane here is an expert at all things chickens,” Gus pointed slowly at Shane while grilling a fish, “He may not look it, but I assure you he’s the guy to go to when you have questions.”

You glanced back to Shane with what he thought was a scowl in his drunk mind, “I don’t know if he’s the best to go to for advice,” You looked back at Gus to point at Shane, “Look at him,” you attempted to whisper, “I think I got this.”

And he knew that was personal. It’s not like you didn’t know each other. You definitely did. And that’s what made it hurt more. Your history wasn’t good, but it was long. Sophomore year of high school, chemistry class. You sat right next to each other. A copy and paste next to a guy in a stained hoodie. A recipe for disaster.

Your teacher was too dumb to see that this was a bad idea.

You hated him because he talked about chickens too much. He hated you because your lip gloss smelled like cupcakes, and it made him want to throw up. You hated him because his boots always had dirt on them. He hated you because your thousands of pens and highlighters always spilled onto his desk.

We could go on.

It was the little things at first, but they piled up fast. Before Shane met you, he was sure he would never have the heart to kill someone with his own hands, but by the end of the year, he was quite certain he was capable of murder.

You had no reason to hate each other now. Sure, you still wore that lip gloss, and sure, he still talked about chickens too much, but most of the stuff he hated back then had faded, right?

But when you said what you had said he knew you were no different. Old habits die hard, he guessed.

Usually, he would choose to ignore it. But this time he was drunk. And he was very bored. And you looked extra punchable today.

“I’m right here,” he said.

You smiled devilishly, knowing precisely what you were doing, “I know.”

“You think just because I’m a sad drunk you can say stuff like that to me and it won’t affect me,” He stood up from his barstool and drank the rest of whatever alcoholic contraption was in his glass, “You think just because we’ve been doing this for years that it’s still okay? I’ve been trying to change you know,” he moved closer to you, and you backed away as much as you could on a barstool, “Clearly you haven’t. I thought you’d be mature enough by now to have realized that’s not okay. Now that I’m an adult and I’m not okay. We’re not teenagers anymore.” his speech barely slurred, and as he began rounding the corner, he could feel it.

The dizziness kicked in, and he knew it was coming. His stomach churned, and before he could think, he ran out the Saloon door to the closest trash can.

And he vomited. This taste was familiar to him; the sourness that coated his tongue. It was a part of the routine. Get mad at yourself, drink, get mad at the world, drink, vomit, repeat.

His stomach felt empty. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and sat on the stairs of the Saloon. The door creaked open behind him, and you sat down next to him.

“Hey.”

He didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry about that. Seriously.”

He didn’t even look at you.

“I didn’t think you’d get that hurt by it.”

He didn’t even want to look at you.

“I mean, you talk about chickens a lot, so I guess it’s pretty obvious you’d get hurt by a comment like that.”

Maybe it was the embarrassment.

“Still, I’m sorry.”

Or maybe it was because he hated you.

“Shane.”

Or maybe it was the sound of your voice.

“Christ, Shane, stop being so childish, why won’t you-”

And so he did the only thing that would shut you up. Maybe if he thought about it more he would realize that after he did it you would talk even more. Thinking ahead wasn’t his forte.

He kissed you. Quickly, only for a few seconds. But he put his lips on yours without thinking and it didn’t feel wrong.

He was the one to break away. He kept a hand cupped on your cheek for a few seconds until you pushed him away to speak.

“Goddamnit Shane, you taste like vomit!” You yelled, standing up from the stairs to walk a few feet away from where he was sitting. You crossed your arms, “Why did you do that? Do you hate my voice that much?”

“Read my mind.”

You rolled your eyes and stormed away, “Jesus Christ, you are insane.”

And so he sat on the cold, concrete stairs. Alone.

He’ll apologize tomorrow.

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[ ❥ ] ~ HUGGING KROBUS

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