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berryitalive · 3 months

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As The Year Goes By// Chapter 2

Summary: Just a totally normal Fall for Pelican Town.

Warning: for brief domestic violence

Chapter 2: Fall

Fall 27, Year 0

A plate smashed against a wall at 9 p.m on a Saturday evening. The broken pieces fell onto the carpet floor as two adults got into a screaming match, inevitably alerting neighbors to call the police. Bridgit locked herself in her bathroom as Liam pounded on the door. Several explicits and names were thrown her way as he continued to try to get in. The drunken slurring of his words filled the woman with as much hate as it did fear.

“Go the fuck away!” Bridgit screamed, her voice trembled as tears ruined her makeup. It was such a shame. She had spent hours in the bathroom mirror earlier that day trying to choose the perfect shade of eyeshadow, lipstick, mascara…etc, just for Liam to get mad at her for smiling at the waiter. So much for their three year anniversary. The sound of police knocking on the door could be heard but Liam did not care.

“Come. The. Fuck. Out!” Liam yelled. Dread filled the short woman’s body as the door was kicked in and the tall redheaded man dragged her out of the bathroom by her long, synthetic braids. She screamed before his hands wrapped around her throat. Luckily, her previous screams of terror were enough to encourage the cops to break in.

The woman was freed from Liam’s grasp while he attempted to dodge the Zuzu City policemen. Two officers pinned him against the wall, put him in handcuffs, and forced him outside. Another officer helped the traumatized 21 year old to her feet and led her to his car to take her statement. She struggled to speak; her throat was sore from the attempt on her life, her mind was still shaken up from being attacked by what she previously thought was the love of her life, and she could barely focus on anything the cop was saying.

Bridgit’s bare feet felt the hard concrete of the apartment’s parking lot as an officer spoke to her. She played with one of her ruined braids, desperately trying to ignore the neighbors peeking out their doors. The short brown woman rubbed her arm, dissociating as the angry-drunk yelling of her now ex-boyfriend came from the cop car. It felt like it took ten years for the law to leave and take her abusive ex with them.

Silence filled the destroyed apartment. Bridgit crawled into her bed and sobbed, the adrenaline leaving her exhausted body. She spent the next hour laying in bed, staring at the ceiling before opening the drawer in the nightstand beside the bed. The young woman looked at the letter her late grandfather left her a few years ago and gently took it out to read it.

“If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life... real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong…”

Bridgit sighed and looked at her belongings. She slowly drifted into the bathroom and stared at her bruised arms and face while her fingers touched the spots where Liam had struck her. Clear as day were dark bruises against her neck where he had grabbed her throat. Her gaze moved to her hair. The long braids that went down her back were suddenly too painful to look at. ‘Dire need of a change’ was an understatement. She wanted to completely erase everything she currently knew.

Fall 3, Year 2

“Cows!” Jas cheered as she ran towards the barn. Bee’s orange cat, Cheddar, followed behind her hoping to be pet and given attention. Bee yawned as she looked out at her farm, dreading all the work she had to do today.

“Bee, you are a life-saver. I gotta work today, Marnie is out of town till later this evening for a delivery in Zuzu city and Penny is home with a cold. I’ll come by to pick her up later.” Shane explained. He zipped up his Joja jacket as Bee shook her head.

“I will walk Jas home later, it's no big deal. I could use the company anyways. The beginning of the season is always the worst when it comes to work.” The farmer looked over at Jas. The girl was currently petting and talking to the goats and cows.

Shane gave a relieved smile and waved as he left for work. Bee groaned as she put her gloves on and grabbed her golden hoe. The woman immediately got to work. Dead crops were removed and new seeds were put down. She harvested the wheat, replaced them with seeds, then watered them. Her sprinklers were installed swiftly to make the rest of the season easier.

“Jas! Let’s take a walk to Pierre’s, yeah?” Bee called to her. The child skipped over to her and took her hand.

“What are you buying from Mr. Pierre?” Jas asked as they began their walk.

“Well, I’m going to bring him today’s wheat that I didn’t use for the kegs. And I’m going to buy more seeds.”

“What kind of seeds?”

“Bok choy, some more wheat, pumpkins, and fairy roses.”

Jas’s face lit up. “I love fairy roses! Can I help you plant them?”

“Yes you can!” Bee smiled.

The day seemed to go by fast. The seeds were bought and brought back to the farm. Bee planted the main crops by herself then called Jas over to help with the fairy roses.

“Why are we planting these near the bee houses?” Jas asks as she carefully places the seeds in their plot.

“The pollen the bees collect from the flowers can affect the taste of their honey. Last season they made sunflower honey. This season they’ll make fairy rose honey.”

“Can I have a fairy rose when the bees are done using them?” She asks and takes off the small gardening gloves.

Bee waters the seeds and nods. “Yep! They should be done with them at the end of the season.” She looks down at the watch on her wrist. “It’s only three and we are already done! You’re a great help, Jas.”

Jas dusts the dirt off her dress and smiles. The farmer puts away the farming equipment and leads Jas into the house for a well deserved dinner. “Does Uncle Shane come here for dinner a lot?” Jas asks.

Bee shakes her head. “Shane doesn’t come here too often at all. He came to help me last week because I had, most likely, whatever cold Penny has now. He is a very good friend.” She cuts the pizza in even slices and places two on Jas’s plate.

‘Technically speaking he's my only friend.’ The farmer thought to herself. ‘It would definitely benefit me to start talking to the rest of Pelican Town. I mean, why doesn't anyone approach me? Am I too stand-offish?’

So lost in thought, Bee doesn’t notice Jas getting up to turn the oven off. “You forgot the oven was on.” She stated, taking a bite of pizza. The woman looks over at the oven.

“Thank you. Once you finish up we’ll start walking to your house. Shane should be at home by now.”

The girls made their way to Marnie’s ranch. As they entered the large home, it seemed to be empty. Jas went into her room to put the toys she had brought with her away. Bee walked over to the kitchen and noticed Marnie standing in Shane’s room. A worried expression attached to the older woman’s face. As the farmer entered the room she saw Shane lying on the ground, unconscious.

“Bridgit, could you do something? He’s passed out cold.” His aunt sighed.

Bee grabbed a cup of water from the kitchen and dumped it onto Shane’s face. He yelled and rose up from the floor. Marnie pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Shane! What’s the matter with you? All you do anymore is mope around your room and drink beer!” She yelled. Suddenly, Bee felt out of place and very uncomfortable.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Shane responded weakly.

“I’m worried. What’s your plan? Don’t you ever think about the future?” Marnie asks. Jas slowly entered the room and clutched her aunt's hand, concerned for her godfather.

“Plan..? Hopefully I won’t be around long enough to need a plan.” He responded honestly. A loud gasp was heard which was followed by sobbing as Jas ran out of the room. She was followed by Marnie leaving Bee and Shane alone.

“Jas…” The depressed man stared at the door. “I’m sorry.” He collapsed to his knees and let out a frustrated yell as he struggled to keep it together. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps as he tried to control himself. Bee went to touch his shoulder but stopped as he suddenly glared up at her. The woman took a step back.

“Shane-”

“Just go, Bee.” He said shakily. His hands trembled as he clutched his hair.

“Promise me you won’t go out and hurt yourself.” Bee responded softly.

“Just get out, Bridgit. Please.”

She avoided looking at her friend as she left his room, closing the door behind her. Worry consumed her mind, all she could think about was how broken Shane looked just now. Marnie stopped her before she made it out of the house.

“Be careful on your way home, dear. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Sure. I think I forgot to water my pumpkin seeds today. I’m gonna...go do that.”

Bee left the ranch and wandered home. It was dark outside by the time she made it into the house and into her bed. The woman wrapped herself in a blanket and stared at the ceiling, wondering if there was something better she could have said. If there was something better she could have done. But instead, she left her only friend alone in his room. Bee knew he told her to leave, but she couldn’t help but feel like she should have comforted him better.

Fall 16, Year 2

Arranging a grange display was proving to be much more difficult than Bee initially thought it would be. She placed her fairy rose honey in the center before deciding where to put the other items. She had quality artisan goods and animal products waiting to be placed on the grange display and judged by Mayor Lewis.

The farmer glanced at Pierre’s display and sighed. He and Marnie were definitely tough competition, not to mention some of the fish Willie had on his display were beautiful. Fuck it. Her fresh produce would speak for itself no matter how it was displayed. Bee made her final arrangements and took a step back to look it over. A smile made its way to her face. It looked pretty good!

“That’s a nice looking pumpkin, Bridgit. Never knew you had a green thumb.” A very familiar voice spoke from behind her. Bee suddenly felt nauseous as she turned around to look at the tall redheaded man that stood behind her. Her smile turned into a grimace and her heart sank.

Liam yawned as he looked down at his ex-girlfriend. He continued as if his being there was nothing special.

“That bus ride? Fuckin brutal. I mean, I would have taken my new car but there is nowhere to park in this dumbass town. You really gave up Zuzu for this shithole?”

Bee felt her chest tighten as the hurt and anger of their past flooded back. She had hoped to never cross paths with him again but fate apparently had other plans as their eyes were locked in a stand-off.

“Get the fuck away from me, William,” She spat. “I don’t know why you’re here and I don’t care. There is no reason for you to find me and speak to me.”

The man laughed as Bee tensed.

“Please. Don’t act like I’m here for you. My girl is running the slingshot booth and she invited me to tag along to enjoy the fair. Ya know, I was just trying to be nice and say hi. I forgot how uptight you are about everything. Lighten up.”

Bee knew she could be the bigger person. Just ignore him and he will go away. She closed her eyes. Just ignore him and he will go away.

“Do you try to kill her too?” She asked right as Liam turned to walk off.

Time seemed to freeze once he turned back to face her. His hazel eyes seemed tinted with malice as they bored into her brown ones with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The expression on Liam’s face was equal to that of a predator eyeing his prey.

“Oh wow…I have missed your creative mind, Honeybee. But let me be clear, I never tried to kill you and I would never lay a finger on Brooke since she actually loves me. Which you never did. If you loved me you wouldn't have smiled at a fuckin waiter on our anniversary. You also would have stuck around for me to do better if you loved me. Instead you ran off to fuckin’ hillbillyville!”

“Oh bullshit. You can't sit here and try to convince me you didn't try to kill me or put me in a hospital. I filed a police report, I went to clinics for my throat, I left my job to get away from you…Someone who loves me wouldn’t damage my larynx.”

Liam grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him.

“I DID LOVE YOU.” He growled.

Bee tried pulling her arm away but his grip only tightened. She looked around in a panic as she realized no one was nearby. Her eyes met his once more, and as they did he leaned in close to her face.

“You are a fucking disease. You will drive every man to do what I did because you, Bridgit, are fucking insufferable. I will be the only man to have ever wanted you and Yoba, what a mistake that was,” Liam let go of her arm and stood up straight.

“And if you tell Brooke a damn thing, if you even look in her direction, I’ll burn you and your farm down.”

Bee could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps as she felt like she may collapse at any moment. Angry and panicked thoughts raced through her mind as her body was overwhelmed with terror. The woman’s muscles were tense, her hands were trembling, and she was sweating as if it were 100 degrees outside.

She tried to keep from spiraling. Was he just trying to sound tough? Does he know where her farm is? What if he broke into her house? Bee teared up as she tried to pull herself together.

The farmer yelped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her away from the grange display she was leaning over. She felt a surge of adrenaline and a flash of fear. Without thinking, she turned and threw a punch at whoever was standing behind her. The culprit quickly jumped back, narrowly missing the swing.

“Woah! What the hell?!” A startled voice yelped.

Bee stared in shock as her eyes focused and she realized it was just Sam. Sebastian and Abigail stood a few feet away from them, snickering to themselves. The woman looked around confused as she realized Liam was nowhere to be seen.

“Sam! Fuck, I am so sorry! You startled me, I thought you were someone else.” Bee explained as she finally managed to calm down.

“Whoever that someone else is should definitely watch out. Sam almost got knocked on his ass.” Abigail snickered. The blonde rolled his eyes before shoving his hair out of his face.

“I called out to you a few times cause you looked like you were gonna vomit. We saw you on our way to go smoke, wanna join?” Sam asked as Sebastian and Abigail continued walking towards the river.

“Oh, thanks for the offer but I try not to smoke cigarettes anymore.” Bee gave an awkward smile as she adjusted the rose-honey in the display.

Sam chuckled. “Different kind of smoke.”

Bee stared at Sam. “In that case, I’m right behind you.”

The four of them giggled as they passed a joint around, remaining out of sight from the rest of the festival attendees.

Sebastian coughed as he handed the joint to Bee. The woman inhaled the smoke and passed it to Abigail.

“Man, I wish Joja would like, burn down or something. Morris has been on my ass about the stupidest crap.” Sam complained as he was handed the rolled up marijuana.

“Oh, I didn't know you worked at JojaMart too.” Bee replied.

“Unfortunately.” The blonde said before coughing while tossing the roach in a cup. “This is out.”

“Too? So you do have a thing with Shane. That's 20, Sebastian.” Abigail smirked.

“A thing? You mean like friends? Sure we're friends but that's it. We're not like, seeing each other if that's what you think.” Bee explained.

The three stoned friends looked at each other and laughed. Bee groaned as blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Would you consider us your friends?” Sebastian asks while Abigail begins rolling another paper.

“Well, this is the first time I've been around any of you after living here for a while. I feel like saying we're all friends wouldn't be correct? I mean yet! I want to be friends with you guys for sure, just- socializing is hard for me.”

Sebastian chuckled and passed the lighter to the younger purple-haired woman so she could light the joint. Abigail lit the joint, took a puff, and passed it to the farmer.

“What I mean to ask is would you go as far to dance with us like you did with Shane at the Luau?”

“Well that was different- plus it's just dancing, you know? Dancing doesn't have to be romantic. If we all started break dancing right now would that mean we were seeing each other?” Bee retorted before taking another inhale of the joint, and passing it to Sebastian.

“We'd be seeing each other make a fool of ourselves.” Sebastian joked and took a small inhale on the joint. He turned to hand the joint to Sam.

As Sam took a hit on the joint he began to wave his hand in the air.

“Speak of the devil! Shane! Coworker bestie! Shane, come hit this!” Sam giggled.

They could all see the unamused expression on the older man's face as he took his time walking over to them. Once he noticed the farmer sitting alongside them it changed into a look of confusion.

“Since when did you smoke pot?” Shane asked Bee as Sam gave the joint to him.

Bee watched without responding as the man inhaled the smoke. There was something about watching him blow smoke from the side of his mouth that had her damn near drooling.

“Hello?” Shane waved his hand in front of her face.

“Hey.” Bee smiled up at him.

“Yeah, she's done.” Abigail laughed, making the others chuckle. Shane's eyes stayed on the farmer as he passed the joint.

“I want to go back to the festival, you all coming?” Abigail stood up and tossed the last roach away. Sam and Sebastian got up and followed her back into the town center.

Bee slowly stood up and looked over at Shane. He shoved his hands into his jacket pocket and began walking back towards the grange displays.

“I didn't know you hung out with those three.” Bee said.

“I don't. But Sam's the only coworker I can stand and he smokes me out whenever it's a really rough shift.”

The farmer nodded. There was a long silence as they walked. Bee kept a smile on her face as she felt warm and cozy from the pot they just smoked. The previous anxiety and fear from Liam being around seemingly subdued.

“Listen, Bee, I'm sorry about the other day. I just needed some space.” Shane apologized, his eyes avoiding hers.

“I understand. I'm sorry for splashing water on you. I probably could've just shaken you awake.” Bee chuckled awkwardly.

Shane shrugged. “Buh, it's in the past now. Let's go see who won the grange display this year, yeah?”

As they walk over to the displays, Bee notices the prismatic shard she had placed in the center was missing. Mayor Lewis was making his way over to her display as she looked around for the shard. Who would steal her crystal? A bitter scoff slipped from her mouth. It was probably the asshole who made his presence known earlier. Still, maybe there was a chance it was somewhere under the grange displays.

Shane noticed his friend looking around frantically for something and saw the giant space in the display. Not thinking much about it, he sets an egg where the shard should be. As mayor Lewis walks up to the showcase of produce he smiles.

“Very impressive, Miss Bee.”

The woman gives an awkward smile in response as the mayor inspect’s Pierre’s produce. Shane took the egg back and placed it back in his pocket.

“You just carry eggs around?” Bee asks the man.

“I’ve seen you run around with a plate of spaghetti.”

“Fair enough. But thanks Shane. I don’t know what happened to the prismatic shard I had though.”

Shane gives a small shrug in response as Lewis begins to announce the winner. “In second place we have…Farmer Bee!”

“Hey, not bad for the replacement being an egg.” Bee chuckled. No use in feeling defeated. Besides, seeing Shane help her was almost a win in itself.

“Still, it's pretty messed up for someone to steal your shard like that.” Shane gave her a small pat on the back. “Anyways, I need to find Jas. I’ll see ya later?”

“Of course. Later, Shane.” Bee smiled as Shane walked away. Despite not getting first place, she felt good. She was still stoned and getting the nice feelings that come from enjoying pot but deeper she felt cared for by Shane. And that was a better high than anything pot could offer.

Fall 20, Year 2

Bee woke to the sound of the phone ringing and roaring thunder. She rose from her bed and stumbled over to the loud red telephone before picking it up and holding it to her ear.

"Mm-Hello?" Bee yawned.

“Bridgit?” Marnie’s worried voice came from the other end of the line.

“Hey Marnie, is everything okay?” The farmer asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“I’m not sure. It’s Jas’s birthday and Shane said he would take the afternoon shift to spend the morning with all of us but he’s not here. And his supervisor said he’s not at work either. It’s already near 9 am…I told Jas he got called in but I really don’t know where he could be.”

Bee was silent as she felt a knot in her stomach. Her mind raced with thoughts of worst-case scenarios of where Shane could be. The feeling of dread began to take over her body, completely overpowering the annoyance she had at waking up late.

“I’ll find him. Tell Jas happy birthday from me, yeah?” She did not waste time waiting for a response and hung up the telephone. The farmer threw on a jacket and rushed out of the door, not bothering to pull the hood over her head.

The rain was heavy and the thunder was deafening. The storm showed no sign of relenting either. Her hair was soaked and her clothes stuck to her skin but none of it mattered to her, she just wanted Shane to be okay. He was somewhere in Pelican Town and she was determined to find him.

Bee’s heart was racing as she ran around Pelican Town, the coldness of the rain seeping into her bones. She had checked the beach, the train station, and even Joja just to make sure he was truly not there. As she entered Cindersap Forest she took a deep breath. It was a lot of ground to cover but damn it, she was determined.

Her feet splashed through puddles and mud, ruining her shoes, but she couldn't care any less. The wind whipped her hair into a frenzy as she called out Shane’s name. As she made her way towards the sewer near the end of the forest, she finally spotted her very drunk friend lying near the cliff surrounded by beer cans.

“Shane!” Bee shouted. She ran over to him then bent over, exhausted from hunting for the man for the past two hours. Her hair was ruined and she was soaked to the bone but it was all worth finding him.

“Bridgit…” Shane moaned from where he was laying. Bee’s eyes softened and her brows furrowed as she sat down by him. “I-I’m sorry.”

Shane continued after his drunken hiccup, “M…My life. It’s a pathetic joke…look at me…Why do I even try?” He sobbed with his face against the wet ground. All Bee could do in the moment was just sit there and listen to his crying.

“I’m too small and stupid to…to take control of my life. I…I’m just a piece of soiled garbage flittering in the wind…I’ve been coming here often lately…looking down…here’s a chance to finally take control of my life…these cliffs. But…but I’m too scared and anxious…just like always.” Shane cried. Bee stood up, her eyes glassy and rimmed with red.

“Bee…all I do is work, sleep and drink…t…to dull the feelings of self-hatred. Why should I even go on? Tell me…T-tell me why I shouldn’t roll off this cliff right now.”

The soaked farmer gazed down at the drunk and depressed man in front of her. She looked down from the cliff and sighed. Was there even a right response to this? He was a drunken mess and probably more soaked than she was. Still. She needed to say something.

“If you decide that there’s no reason to keep going, right now, you will never get to find out if you were wrong later. It would be bullshit to try and feed you arbitrary reasons to not roll off this cliff because life is fucking brutal and its hard. Sometimes it's hard for no good reason...But either way, I’m here for you Shane.” Bee responded. It was the best she could manage to say while being cold and worried.

“Thanks…I appreciate that…I really do.” Shane said softly. He clutched his stomach and groaned. “Bee…I think you should take me to the hospital now.”

The woman helped Shane to his feet, throwing his arm over her shoulder and supported him all the way out of the forest and to Harvey’s clinic. The doctor looked at them both with wide eyes as puddles formed around their feet, soaking his floors. Bee looked at the older brunette, her eyes full of concern as she pleaded for his help and was relieved when Harvey helped her get him to a room.

It was evening by the time she left the clinic. Harvey had pumped Shane’s stomach and rehydrated him. The doctor had also expressed his concern for Shane’s mental health which was the more pressing issue. She wondered what could have happened, had she not found Shane in time. Even if he decided not to jump off the cliff the man could have died from alcohol poisoning.

Bee got into her house and sighed. The first thing she did was dry off and change into warm clothes. Then she went to her phone and called Marnie.

“Is he okay?” Marnie asked immediately.

“He is now. He’s over at the hospital with Harvey. He was in rough shape.” Bee explained. It was silent for a moment but she could hear his aunt sniffling.

“I’m glad you found him.” She finally spoke.

“Me too. I think I’m gonna head to bed early. Night, Marnie.” The farmer hung up the phone and sighed. Her body was sore from running around town in the rain searching for the 28 year old. As she lay in her bed, holding her cat close to her, all she could think about was how defeated her friend looked as he cried to her.

Fall 21, Year 2

Loud knocking came from the front door. Bee stretched as she arose from her bed before slowly making her way to the front of the house. There better be a good reason someone is here this early. She opens her door with a tired and slightly aggravated expression.

"Hey…" Shane said. His voice was barely above a whisper. "Oh man…how do I say this? I'm really sorry for what happened down at the cliffs…that was…embarrassing."

Bee's expression had shifted the moment she saw him. So many emotions were bubbling inside her like a pot of water about to boil over. Her eyes began to burn, tears threatening to spill onto her shirt while she clenched her fist. She could barely make eye contact with the man.

"Bee," He moved closer to her. "Say something will ya?"

Suddenly she pulled Shane into an embrace. Her arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly while her face was buried into his green shirt. She felt his arms hesitantly return the gesture.

"Please don't ever scare me like that again. I'm so glad you're still here." Bee's voice cracked as she broke their hug.

“Wow, it was that serious, huh? I can hardly remember…” Shane admitted. “I’ve decided I want to see a therapist. Harvey got me in touch with a colleague of his. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me and I want you to know I’m going to take things more seriously from now on. I don’t want to be a burden on anyone…”

The farmer smiled softly. “That's really good Shane. I'm just relieved you're okay.”

Shane nodded and returned the smile. “I’ll catch you around, Bee.”

Autumn leaves continued to fall and blow around in the wind as the older man took his leave. She watched as he continued down the path before heading into her greenhouse and beginning her chores.

#sdv shane #Shane x oc #fanfiction #stardew valley fanfic #Sam Sebastian and Abigail are totally stoners don't try to convince me otherwise #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad

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dragonsandwolvesohmy · 6 months

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Okay... I coulda sworn there was an SI/OC fic where the MC ends up in The Walking Dead, and is washing dishes at the quarry, but hates doing dishes, hating the feel, hating the smell, etc. And there's they- or the author in a notes?- mentions hating dawn dish soap.

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ursulanoodles · 3 months

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Affliction, Bliss, and A Second First Kiss

Chapter 89: I'll Keep My Hands in Yours

This chapter is an early birthday present to myself, but I hope you like it too. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Title: "Everywhere, Everything" by Noah Kahan

#stardew valley fanfic #shane x farmer #fanfiction #romance fanfiction #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #sdv shane fanfic #shane x oc #ao3 fanfic

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severussnapedamagedlove · 2 years

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Does anyone read TWD fanfiction anymore?

I have a fanfic I’ve started working on and I’ve debated posting it or not. Not sure if anyone reads the walking dead stuff (I’m mostly harry potter stuff so I don’t really know the market for this fandom)... It’s a Shane romance!

#shane walsh #twd #twd fanfic #fanfiction #the walking dead #shane x OC #season one #any interest #should i post #shane walsh X OC #shane walsh imagines #the walking dead imagines

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giselliott · 1 year

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In the Backrooms

first thing i’ve written in a long time and of course it’s smut woohoo.

DNI if under 18. i WILL block you.

pairing is my OC maeve x shane. oral (f receiving), dirty talk, and mention of creampie

Ravenous. That was the word to describe Maeve. The way she pulled Shane closer with her hand tangled in his hair, the way she kissed him, all tongue and teeth; yes, ravenous was the perfect word for her, but it was the perfect word to describe Shane as well.

She was sat atop one of the barrels in the saloon’s storage room, Shane’s body pressed against her as his hands roamed up her skirt. He toyed with the waistband of her panties as her buried his face into her neck.

“Quiet,” he hissed against her neck before biting down. She let out a whine, holding him closer to her body as he kissed over the mark. “You’ve been teasing me ever since we’ve gotten here. If I make you cum, will you behave at least until we get home?”

“Yes,” she said hurriedly, feeling his fingers hook into her waistband and begin to tug down her panties. “Please, anything.”

He couldn’t hide the cocky grin from his face as he began to caress her inner thighs, knowingly avoiding where he knew she needed him most. “That’s what I thought, honey. Now how do you want it? My hands or my mouth? I’d fuck you right now if I could, but you didn’t exactly give me a memo to bring a condom, did you? Unless you want to go back out there with my cum leaking out of your pretty little cunt?”

“Ugh, Shane...” Maeve drawled out as his fingers dipped down to feel the slick of her arousal. “Please, I don’t care how.”

“Uh-uh,” he chastised. “You wanted this, now tell me how you want to cum. And you’d better hurry up. Don’t need anyone coming to look for us, do we?”

“Fine, er, your mouth. Eat me out. Now.” Her voice grew bolder as she reached behind his head to grab a handful of his dark colored locks. He nodded, allowing her to guide him down onto his knees. With her free hand, she hiked up the fabric of her skirt in order to give him easy access.

Shane wasted no time, immediately grabbing a hold of her thighs and burying his face into her cunt. Maeve’s breathing hitched as he lapped up her arousal, tongue lazily passing over her clit as he moaned as if he was gaining stimulation from the experience.

He looked up at her to meet her eyes, mouth wandering further down as his tongue found its way inside of her. She let out a moan, coming out louder than she had anticipated before clapping a hand over her mouth. She felt him laugh before continuing his ministrations, tongue laving against her clit until her thighs were shaking and squeezing around his head.

“I’m gonna cum soon.” She panted, face flushed pink. “Keep going. Just like that, Shane. Oh, fuck-”

His pace did not falter. He couldn’t help but feel a boost of self-confidence listening to her moans, taking pride in the fact that licking fat stripes up her cunt could illicit such a reaction from her. He was shaken from his thoughts when the grip she had on his hair became painful and he could feel her legs stiffen as she grinded against his mouth, moaning expletives as she reached her tipping point.

When Maeve came down from her high, she looked down at Shane, who was now resting his head atop her thigh. With shaky hands, she ran her fingers through his hair, rubbing soothing circles where she had previously pulled his hair. “Thank you, Shane. You felt so good.”

He gave her a lopsided smile before standing up and leaning forward for a kiss. She could taste the bittersweetness of her slick on his mouth, but he didn’t care. If anything, it just made her want to hurry up and get home for the real show.

“You don’t have to thank me, Maeve.” He said when they pulled apart, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “I love you, you know? Just wanna make you feel good.”

“I love you too, Shane.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him for a moment. “And don’t you ever doubt that.”

#shane x maeve #sdv shane #shane x farmer #shane x oc #maeve #nsfsdv

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writingkeepsmewhole · 2 years

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Stolen Princess

Random story which was a dream I had about AU Shane from the walking dead. I can turn it into a fic if yall want. Let me know.

I stood by the wooden stage, my legs shaking from nerves. I shouldn't be here. I didn't belong here. I wouldn't ever get chosen for one of the step sisters let alone Cinderella. But I had to try. Call it an act of rebellion or stupidity but this was the only time I could sneak out of the house. He always took a nap around the same time every day. Maria helped me sneak out.

She was the only one that was nice to me in that house. She knew this was all I’ve ever wanted to do. To be in a play. This one was even closer to my heart giving the fairy tale. I always felt like Cinderella. It didn’t help that my name was Ella. Though everyone called me Ellie.

I jump when someone touches my arm. Looking to the side I see the stage manager. The play was at the local community center.

“Your turn sweetie.” She says smiling at me, her dark eyes shining behind her glasses.

I smile and nod at her. Taking a breath I tug down my torn T-shirt. I hope they thought it was just a costume. But it was the best shirt I had.

Pushing down my fears I step out onto the stage. Walking towards the red X in the middle of the floor.

Turning to face the chairs the director sits there with a clipboard in hand.

“Ella? Your name is Ella? Really?” He asked, looking up at me.

“Umm, yes.” I nod my heart rate picking up.

“Alright, and who will you be reading for? Cinderella I assume?"

I nod. Having no intentions of reading for the lead but I wasn’t about to undermine him.

“Script is on the table. Use the props if you want.” He says pointing to the white plastic table.

I walk over to it quickly grabbing the script. I left the cup and rag there not wanting to drop something.

“Whenever you're ready.”

I take a deep breath ready to start but I stop when the sound of a door opens. Lifting my head I look towards the door, my heart dropping into my stomach when I see a man with salt and pepper hair.

His round face and mustache are very familiar. Him coming to the house enough to be recognized. I knew he would recognize me and would tell Antonio he saw me here. Out of the house. Somewhere I wasn’t allowed to be.

I didn’t say anything not wanting to draw attention to myself. I drop the script, duck my head and run towards the side stage.

Ignoring anyone I pass, I keep my pace up until I'm out of the building.

Running behind the building I slip under the broken chain link fence and head towards the neighborhood.

My house was only a few streets over. If I hurried I could be back home way before anyone knew I was gone.

I ran until I couldn’t see the community center anymore. Slowly down to a walk, I keep my head down scared someone else would recognize me.

Turning a corner I sigh seeing my house. It was a two story brick house that looked just like every other house on my street.

Crossing the street I hear a screen door slam making me look towards the noise. I got nervous for the third time today. Two men leave their house.

One tall, bald head, tattoos. Had the whole biker thing down. The other was older, and looked like he was on a mission. Judging by the large gun in the bald ones hands they were.

I had seen them before. Antonio got into an augment with them just days ago out in the front yard.

I quicken my pace praying I get to the house before they do. I practically run up the steps. Slipping through the front door just as they get to the bottom of the steps. I shut the front door and lock it, them talking to each other about what to do.

“What were you doing outside?” Diego asks, making me turn around to face him.

He was tall and skinny. His dark skin and light eyes had girls flocking to him. The fact he had a low body fat made me walk around in a tank top like he was bad.

He was only a few years older than me but he was a part of Antonio’s group so he thought he could treat me like crap.

“Those men from the other day are outside.” I say ignoring his question I didn’t have an answer to it. Hopefully what I said would distract him. Which it did.

He quickly joins me at the door looking through the glass.

“What are they doing here?”

“I don’t know. They just showed up.” I say looking at him then back out the door.

I watch them turn to walk around the side of the house.

“They are going to the basement door.” I say looking at Diego

“I got to tell Antonio.” He says rushing up the stairs, him zooming past Maria.

“What’s going on?” She asks, looking at me, her hazel eyes meeting mine. She was beautiful, her latino heritage making her have the perfect skin tone and complexion. Her body was something my curvy self wished for.

“Those guys from the other day-” I'm cut off by the sound of a door behind slammed open.

“They are in the house.” I say run over to lock the door that leads to the basement.

“You gotta help me hide.” I say spinning to face her.

“Hide? Antonio-.”

“Will protect you. I'm fair game if I don’t find somewhere to hide.”

“If I hide you Antonio will be the one you should be scared of. If he can’t find you.”

“He will. You can take me upstairs. I won't move from where you leave me. I will stay right there until you come back.” I say grabbing her hands fear rushing through me. I had no one to protect me. To help me.

“Ellie-.” She was cut off by Diego coming back down stairs. Him carrying a rifle and a pistol which he throws on the couch.

“Where are they down stairs?”

“Yeah.” Maria says.

I jump when he lets a shot off the bullet going through the thin floor. He fires off a few more the sound making my ears ring. I scream when the warm splatter of blood hits my face. Diego dropped to the floor. A pool of blood running from his head.

“I’m going to be sick.” Maria says, covering her mouth shaking.

She blots up the stairs either to go puke or try to wake Antonio up. He must be pretty high right now not to hear or care about all the gunshots going off.

Hearing the side door rattle I look up. It is directly under the stairs. It sticks horrible so no one ever uses it. But that wouldn't stop the men that just killed one of us.

I rush towards the couch grabbing the pistol. Aiming at the door with shaky hands I pull the trigger just as the door opens.

My heart stops when the gun jams but also when I see who is standing there. Shane. Antonio’s right hand man and he looks pissed.

I quickly tossed the gun back on the couch hoping he didn’t even see that I had it.

Maria runs down the stairs and straight to Shane. Her burying her head in his chest. He wraps his arms around her, his dark brown eyes meeting mine.

“What’s going on? Where is-.”

“Antonio won’t wake up and there are-.” Maria stars but is cut off by another round of bullets.

Maria screams as one of them makes contact ripping through her thigh.

Both me and Shane move at the same time. I move to help Maria as he sets her on the ground, him grabbing the rifle from D’s body and firing back his own shots.

I pull her over the the over side of the living room behind the couch hoping that will give us some cover.

“Here you gotta keep pressure on it.” I say using her hands to push down on the wound making her scream.

“I know.” I say looking around for something to tie it with.

I don’t know when it happened. When everything became a blur the sound of faint screaming and gunshots filled my mind.

I was quickly brought back to the sinking reality when a burning pain ripped through my side. Screaming I fell over on my side next to Maria as another explosion of heat punched its way through my stomach.

I scream the thought of everything going out of the window as the throbbing burn floods my nervous system.

“Ella!” Shane yells coming over to help me. Him standing over me.

Despite the pain I'm in, I'm very aware when two bullets fly through Shane’s abdomen. Almost in the exact same spots as my own wounds.

He drops to his knees groaning. Knowing that both of us were going to bleed out if we didn’t get help soon I used everything I had to sit up.

“Shane, we have to keep pressure on everything.” I get out through gritted teeth. The pain was unlike anything I've ever felt but the adrianen pumping through me was keeping my mind clear enough to know we had to do something.

Reaching out my hand towards him he grabs it. I pull him closer to me, him collapsing on top of me. It was exactly what I wanted. The weight of his large frame would hopefully give us both enough pressure to keep us from bleeding out.

“Wrap your arms around me and hold on as tight as you can. Hopefully someone will come help us.” I say wrapping my arms around him, both of us letting out our own cry of pain as I hug him tightly.

He does the same with his face burrowing into my neck.

He lets out a groan, his breath choppy and shallow against my skin.

"Shane, talk to me." I whisper, scared the men will start shooting again if they hear anyone up here.

"I can't…" he mumbles out, making my heart drop. He wasn't even going to try and fight? That wasn't like Shane. He was the first one to fight out of all of us. The first one to go down swinging.

"Please." I say softly.

"For me?" I ask as if that would change anything. Me and Shane rarely talked. He barely gave me the time of day. The only thing that ever made him stand out was he was the only one that ever called me Ella.

Other than that I was nobody to him.

The praded of bullets stops for a moment. Letting my mind settle. All going quiet.

Quite enough for me to hear my own breathing. But I couldn't hear Shane's. With fear and worry for his life I give him a squeeze making him moan in pain.

"Stay awake. Talk to me please." I say turning my head to face him.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale. I’m sure I didn’t look much better and I honestly have no idea how I was even awake at this point but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew if I fell asleep he would die.

I lean closer to him to see if he is still breathing, his breath fanning over my face faintly.

I don’t know what made me do it, some last ditch attempt at getting him to respond to me I press my mouth to his.

Hoping he would get mad or the act would make him stay awake.

His lips are surprisingly soft and warm despite the blood I’m sure he is losing. I press my mouth harder to him when he does nothing in return the fear of losing him weighing on me more than I expected.

I keep my eyes open watching his face, wanting a response, a reaction, something. When his eyes open briefly, only to flutter closed I feel relief. It’s replaced with shock when he kisses me back. It’s soft, hardly anything at all but it was enough I knew he was alive. Enough for me to know he was still awake still in there fighting.

The feeling of time standing still washes over me again. My fingers and toes were cold but the rest over me wrapped in a heat I couldn’t explain.

I felt myself slipping into the darkness or Shane’s touch I didn’t know. I didn’t get to figure that out, Shane’s weight being ripped off me.

He lets out a yell, I’m shocked to watch him stand on his feet.

Antonio stood over him holding him by his collar.

“Get the hell up we gotta get Maria to the hospital.” He barks at Shane, him looking at me with anger.

“This better not have anything to do with you.” He says bending down to jerk me to my feet as well.

I’m not as strong as Shane, my knees giving out under my weight.

“Come on, help me get her to the car.” Antonio says, dragging me to the front door. Maria was gone, most likely in the car. I don’t know how she got there. I don't even remember Antonio coming down the steps.

Did he see me kiss Shane? Did he care? Most likely I was off limits to his friends and not because he cared about me because he didn’t want me to have anyone but him.

Pulling me to the car he throws me into the backseat, Maria in the front already. Shane crumbles into the seat next to me groaning as he holds his torso. A deep red just under his chest.

I knew I should have done the same, hold my wounds but I couldn’t make my arms move.

I stared at him not because I wanted to but because I couldn’t move my head.

“Is she dead?” Antonio asks speeding down the street.

“No.” Shane groans through gritted teeth.

“Good. When we get there you keep an eye on her. If she says anything about the past few years you're both dead.”

Shane doesn't respond, the car falling in silence until we reach the ER.

I don’t remember getting inside the hospital fading in and out of consensus. I hear voices, questions being asked but I don’t bother answering.

I didn’t want to anger Antonio or get Shane in trouble.

Antonio answers every question with ease. Our house got shot up by a drive by. We all live together to save money for a better house.

My eyes open when I hear the word scars. The scars on my arms were something not talked about.

One long thin scar from armpit to wrist on both arms was my first memory of Antonio. He thought I was some mob boss's daughter. That I could give him information, or money.

When he realized I really wasn't anyone important he gave up but kept me so I couldn't go to the cops.

He smoothly lied, saying he found me on the street when I was fifteen. I already had the scars. I ran away from my abusive father. The doctors believed it when my eyes filled with tears. If only they knew the truth.

Turning my head I look at Shane slumped over in a chair next to my bed, nurses trying to look at him but him not being very cooperative they realize it’s because he passed out.

I watch them put him on a bed and wheel him away. The farther he gets the more fear fills me. I curl up despite the pain not wanting to be alone with Antonio scared of what will happen.

Shane always calmed him down when I messed up, reigning in his wrath toward me. Now I was completely defenseless.

I suddenly felt very scared, and alone. Tears rushing down my cheeks. I jump when a yell feels my ears, it's decidedly Shane’s.

I can’t see him but when the sound of fist hitting flesh I can only imagine what's going on a few rooms down.

He most likely finally snapped, him not realizing where he was. He woke up and didn’t know where he was and just started fighting his way out.

“Put them together!” I hear an older woman's voice.

Only moments later Shane is wheeled into the same room as me. He is tied down and looks as tired as I feel but I watch him relax as they push his bed next to mine. The small spaces make our beds touch.

Looking over at me he clenches his jaw as the doctors cut off his shirt, his toned chest stained with blood. I barely notice the hands doing the same thing to mine.

“We need to take them into surgery now!” Says one of the many people around us.

Neither I nor Shane react as they place a mask over our faces. He moves his arm through the bars of the bed, his large hand grabbing mine.

“Sleep baby.” He says softly, his voice the last thing I hear before the gas shuts off my mind.

#shane #the walking dead shane #the walking dead #shane x reader #shane x oc #AU Shane

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rust-berrie · 5 months

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

(edit: ermm... numba two)

#shane would probably just move on w his life uncaring. but for the funny i added the last pannel #nd also introducing my farmer lmao #farmer eli #stardew valley #stardew valley fanart #stardew shane #stardew valley shane #shane x farmer #? i guess #sdv shane #sdv fanart #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley oc #stardew farmer #my oc #sdv #maybe i’ll post an actual ref to properly introduce him #my art

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cucuumiia · 4 months

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I tried out a different way of rendering/colouring and I‘m very happy with how it turned out!

Also if you haven’t noticed I‘m a bit of a sucker for winter themed drawings👀

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ookikufurikabutte · 27 days

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elliott save me. save me elliott. elliott.

#zack’s silly gay art tag #my art #stardew valley #stardew valley 1.6 #sdv elliott #sdv elliot x farmer #elliott x farmer #sdv fanart #can u tell how over time i went from sebastian -> shane -> elliott #i still love shane a lot btw but elliott is my wife rn #he reminds me of my ocs..... im ngl that's why he's number one rn

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xinkrustardew · 7 months

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Shane and Conrad :)

#shane x farmer #stardew valley oc #stardew valley #sdv shane #shane sdv #stardew shane #sdv #shane stardew #stardew valley fanart #stardew valley shane #conrad x shane

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clairettaa · 26 days

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Guess who got the ten heart event teeheeheheheehehe

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berryitalive · 5 months

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As The Year Goes By

Cross posted to AO3.

A/N: Slight TW in author note for mentions of OD. I started writing this fic on August 14th 2023. It brought me a lot of joy to get back into writing. I stopped touching it on September 13th 2023 when my little brother unexpectedly overdosed and passed away. I feel like the quality of my writing since then has not been the best as my mind has been elsewhere. But I wanted to at least post it instead of keeping it as a Google doc. I'm sorry if the pacing is weird or the formatting is rough. I used to be a Wattpad girlie. Also Oliver I love you thank you for inspiring me to get back into writing and being my bestie.

Chapter 1: Summer

Summer 5, Year 2

“Mrrow.” An orange cat stands on Bridgit’s chest, awakening her from her slumber. It hops off of the previously sleeping young adult and meows at the door. The sweet sound of birds chirping outside filled the room as her eyes fluttered open and her vision began to clear.

“Good morning, Cheddar.” The farmer yawns and sits up from her bed before getting up to let the cat outside. She puts her boots on and heads outside to the shed for a cup of tea fresh from the keg before she starts her day.

It is harvest day for the peppers, wheat and honey. It is also Friday. Today would be the day Bridgit works herself up to talk to someone other than the shopkeepers, Mayor Lewis, and Caroline (and that was mainly from just bumping into her each time the farmer went to sell her crops). It has already been over a full year in Pelican Town and Bridgit was still pretty unfamiliar with most of the townspeople her age. It was not for any reason in particular though. Just a strong case of social anxiety.

When she first arrived at Pelican Town she was greeted by Robin and Mayor Lewis. They had encouraged her to at least meet the townspeople which she did! But she never went out of her way to hold another conversation with anyone. Why should she? She had her lovely cat Cheddar and her farm animals to keep her company. But now that it was already summer of her second year here, she figured she should at least get to know somebody. The woman had only attended the fall festivals and the winter night market last year. This year she was determined to at least stay for a little while at all of them.

She places the crops in her harvest basket and heads into town. Her honey-colored eyes stare at the ground as she mumbles to herself. “Hi. I’m Bridgit but you guys can call me Bee…Well duh they know your name you already greeted them once…a year ago. This is so stupid they’re all going to think I’m a weirdo.”

As the farmer continued down the sidewalk she suddenly bumps into another person immediately causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the ground. The basket is dropped, allowing its contents to spill onto the concrete. Bridgit groaned as she landed right on her ass against the pavement. As she looks up she realizes there is a grown man staring at her and the vegetables that are scattered in front of Pierre’s shop.

“I am so sorry! I should have watched where I was going! Did I get anything on you?” Bridgit gathers the fallen vegetables and containers of honey as quickly as she can and tosses them back into the basket. Hopefully Pierre wouldn’t fully reject some of the bruised peppers.

“It’s whatever.” The man sighs and turns to walk away, not offering his help.

“I’m Bridgit by the way! But you can call me Bee if you want.” She stands up

“I remember your name. But I’m not gonna call you anything so I hope you leave me alone.” He responds and turns back around to look at the intimidated farmer. His eyes scan over the crops in the basket before he reaches in and takes a pepper. “Consider this compensation for trying to run me over. I’ve got to go before I’m late for work.”

“Sorry again.” Bridgit let out a sigh of defeat before brushing the dirt off of her pink overalls and heading into Pierre’s store. The store owner chuckled as the embarrassed woman walked up to the counter. Pierre looks over the crops then at Bridgit.

“I would assume after a fall like that your peppers would have bruised more. You ran into Shane like it was nothing.” He laughs and begins processing the fresh crops as inventory.

“Oh yeah. That’s Marnie’s nephew.” Bridgit says. Pierre nods and hands her gold for the crops. “I never realized he was kinda cute.”

Pierre stared at Bridgit then sighed. “Do you need any seeds today?”

Bridgit stares at the door of the Stardrop Saloon, the evening breeze kisses her nervous face. She takes a deep breath and steps inside. The building is full of laughter and conversation. It seemed like nearly everyone in the town was enjoying their Friday night here. Including Shane, who was enjoying a beer near the fireplace. Her eyes focused on the older man as she was taking in his appearance. He was shorter than most of the bachelors in Pelican Town, his hair was a dark brown (nearly black) color and he took long, satisfying sips of his beer all alone in his corner. His gaze rose from his cup to the woman watching him.

“Shit.” The farmer immediately turns to leave.

“Bee!” Gus exclaims. Her fingers barely made it to the door handle. “Here to enjoy the night instead of just buying recipes off me?” He chuckles as the timid woman makes her way over to the bar and takes a seat on a stool.

“Actually, I was just heading out. I totally forgot to refill Cheddar’s water bowl.” She avoided eye contact as she tried to find a polite way out of the saloon.

“Pierre told me what happened in front of his store today. Shane doesn’t bite, just give him some time.”

“Great, so now that’s three people who know I busted my ass today.”

“Who cares? Everyone has fallen or ran into someone before. I’m simply pleased you decided to stop by.”

Bridgit sighs. “Thanks for lifting my spirits Gus but I really should go there's a lot of people in here. Send Shane a beer, on me, will you?” He is handed the gold coins before the farmer leaves the saloon, not even bothering to have a beer herself.

Summer 10, Year 2

Music plays from Joja-Mart’s sound system as Bridgit looks around the hair care aisles. She smiles as she finds the product she’s looking for and begins to head to the cashier.

“Cheating on Pierre?”

Bridgit turns around and is met with Shane’s unamused face. He glances at the hair care product in her hand then at the shoulder-length, lavender braids that framed the brown woman’s face.

“I wouldn’t have to if the man carried any kind of hair care for my hair type. At least I can just walk to Joja though. If I had to special order this every time I ran out I think I would lose it.” She smiled. “And I also don’t want Pierre to have to go out of his way for something I don’t replace often.”

Shane gave a small nod. “Makes sense. Thanks for the beer last week, Gus told me it was from you. Sorry I’ve been rude, it takes me a while to warm up to strangers.”

Bridgit smiles. “No problem! See you around, Shane.”

Shane waves. “See you, Bee.”

As the cashier scans the farmer's items, Bridgit’s face is bright with joy. Shane called her Bee. Did that mean they were friends now? The woman wasn’t completely sure but it was better than just being known as the farmer who ran into him. And it definitely felt better than being told to leave him alone whenever she tried to say ‘Hi’ the past few days.

The sun began to set as Bee made her way home. She wondered why recently she had tried so hard to talk to him. Even when she was met with several 'go away.'s or 'can’t you see I’m busy?'s. In hindsight it was probably annoying and a bit creepy to continue to pester the poor man. Though he did seem grateful for the fresh hot peppers she brought him.

The woman made it to her home and put away the hair gel before grabbing her fishing rod. There were still fish needed to complete the community center bundle. Bee headed to Cindersap Forest, figuring she would stop by the lake to fish for an hour or so before she went to bed. As she approached the dock she noticed Shane standing at the end of it sipping a beer.

“Up late, huh?” Shane asked after he noticed her walking over, fishing rod still in her hand.

“Usually am. Sorry for pestering you all week, I just. I needed a friend I guess.” Bee sighed and sat on the edge of the dock. Shane sat down as well. Crickets chirped as fireflies floated carelessly through the cool night air.

“Here, have a cold one.” Shane offered, holding out a can of ale.

Bee set the fishing rod down before she took the beer and looked it over. It was some foreign ale that she had seen marked down at Joja.

“Buh…life.” He sighed. Bee sat quietly and looked at their reflections in the water.

“You ever feel like… no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail?” Bee looked up from the water and at Shane instead. His eyes were fixated on the can in his hand as he mindlessly bent the tab back and forth. As he continued, he looked up from the can and over at the concerned farmer.

“...Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day…I just feel no matter how hard I try I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.”

“Shit, Shane.” Bee muttered. The night’s breeze greeted their skin as she searched for something to say in response. Nothing came to mind so she decided on just shot-gunning the beer. The dark haired retail worker looked at her in surprise before chuckling.

“Fast drinker, huh? A farmer after my own heart. Just don’t make it a habit. You’ve got a future ahead of you still.” Shane looked down once more at the can in his hand. “Welp…My liver’s beggin’ me to stop. Better call it a night.” He stood up and turned to leave.

“You do too.” Bee managed to finally speak up as she attached bait to her fishing hook.

“Huh? Don’t tell me you’re already drunk off that one beer?” He asked, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.

“You have a future ahead of you too, Shane.” Bee clarified as she looked up at him. His dark brown eyes softened as he looked at the young farmer.

“Goodnight, Bee.”

She stared at the water as he wandered back home. “What a sad lil dude.”

Summer 12, Year 2

The hot summer sun shined bright on the townspeople at the beach. Mayor Lewis greeted everyone as they arrived just as he did each year. He was extra cheery as he greeted Bee, happy to see she attended the festival. Bee sniffed the air and sighed. The potluck soup smelled amazing. Last year she didn’t add anything to it because she failed to attend the luau entirely.

She approached the giant pot and added fresh goat cheese before walking around, trying to work up the courage to talk to someone. Her eyes scanned the area and as she realized just how many people were around, a knot formed in her stomach, her hands became sweaty, and her heart began to pound. Before the woman decided to abort the festival and go home, she noticed Shane and Gus standing over at a table. Gus swatted sand-flies away from the food as she made her way over to them.

“Bee! Is this your first time at the luau? I didn’t see you last year.” Gus asked while she ate a piece of grilled pineapple.

“Yeah it is. I didn’t come last year. I was a bit nervous.” She admitted.

“Well it’s good to see you this time!”

“Wow..You don’t get hot pepper chutney like this in the big city.” Shane spoke as he walked up to the two of them. Gus laughed and thanked him for the compliment.

Bee watched Robin and Demetrius dance to the soft music coming from the two large speakers. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the festival and felt the breeze from the sea. As she opened her eyes, she noticed Shane’s gaze was on her while he talked to Gus.

A familiar song came on the stereo. The melody began with the sweet strums of a ukulele.

“I saw you in my dreams… We were walking hand in hand..”

Bee quickly and quietly excused herself from the table and walked over to the docks. The music was fainter once she made it to the edge and sat down. She sighed. It was still audible.

“Sound of the ocean, soothes my restless soul.. Sound of the ocean rocks me all night long.. Those hot long summer days, lying there in the sun… On a white, sandy beach of Ginger Island…”

Bee stared off into the sparkling ocean. The memories of being a child and playing at the beach with her late grandfather suddenly overwhelmed her mind. It was all she could think about while hearing the bittersweet melody in the background with a soft dejected smile on her face. She remembered his wrinkled smile, and how large his hands were compared to hers, and how comforting it felt to hold his when they walked from the farmhouse to the beach. Or anywhere for that matter. Cheering came from behind her though she did not bother to turn around and see why. She looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

“I brought you some soup.”

Bee’s soul nearly left her body as she turned to look up at Shane. He sat down next to her on the dock just as he did a few nights ago before handing her a bowl of soup. She felt the warmth through the paper bowl against her hands.

“Thanks.” She said carefully.

“The governor really liked the soup.” Shane said after a sip of the broth. “It’s way better than last year’s.”

Bee nodded and took sips of the soup as well. It was strange eating soup on the beach but it was so good it did not matter. She turned her head away from the man to sniffle and wipe her nose. Hopefully he would just assume it was the spiciness of the food.

“Grieving fuckin sucks, man. I don’t know who’s sad ass added that song to the playlist but...” Shane chuckled dryly. Bee looked over at him dispiritedly now aware he saw through her. “I mean it’s a good song too though.”

“It is a good song,” Her voice cracked as she agreed. She cleared her throat and closed her eyes for a moment. “My grandparents loved it…It’s been years since my grandfather’s passing and even longer since my grandmother’s. But…it’s still strange to own the farm instead of just visiting them here, ya know?”

“Yeah. Sometimes I get mad at the world for continuing to move forward when it feels like I’ve lost the people that made moving forward worth it.” He looked at Jas who was running around with Vincent on the beach. Bee followed his line of sight then looked back at her soup.

“So is Jas, like, your little niece?”

“She’s my goddaughter actually.”

“Oh. My condolences.”

“Thanks.”

There was silence between them. They watched fish swim around in the clear water as they ate their soup. The sound of seagulls and music filled the air as time passed on. The sun began to lower and most of the townspeople began to leave the warm beach.

“Do you want to dance with me?” Bee asked, setting their soup bowls aside.

Shane looked at the farmer curiously. “Huh?”

“The music is still playing and it’s not as sad now. A lot of people have gone home too so not a lot of eyes on us.” The shorter woman stood up and picked the paper bowls up to bring to a trash bin near the tables. Shane followed behind her as she went to the makeshift dance floor.

Upbeat, energetic music blared from the stereo as Bee took Shane’s hands. He looked a little nervous but it melted away as she began to dance very poorly. Her twists and gyrations were offbeat and for lack of a better term, goofy. Shane laughed and began to do the same. Right now, Bee did not care who saw them making a fool of themselves. Smiles were stuck to their faces as the two danced to the music.

Shane improvised by doing very outdated, dad-at-a-barbeque-esque dance moves, making the funky twisting Bee was doing look like professional work. They took turns trying to “out dance” the other. During a very bad twirl, the woman lost her balance. Bee stumbled, and almost instantly, Shane wrapped his arms around her, catching her before she fell. His grip was firm yet gentle as she was cradled in his arms. The world seemed to stop as her brown eyes became lost in his.

“Careful now. When you break dance you don’t actually have to break something.” Shane chuckled. Bee laughed awkwardly and regained her balance as Shane let go of her.

“I think it’s getting late! I’m going to head home. Thanks for having fun with me today buddy!” Bee turned to leave, her face red with embarrassment as she left the beach. His touch lingered on her skin and part of her wished the moment would have lasted longer. The woman shook her head, her face burning brighter as more thoughts filled her mind. She decided she would go to bed early.

Summer 25, Year 2

Cheddar’s meows rang throughout the farmhouse. His owner laid in bed feeling a heavy pressure in her chest. Slowly she sat up and tried to take a deep breath before she was met with a hacking cough, sending her back into her bed. Her orange cat pawed at her face, determined that this human would feed him immediately. With a groan, the woman got up and slowly made her way into the kitchen. She gasped as she looked at the clock.

“9 am?! I haven’t slept in since last winter…” Bee sniffled and coughed as she began her day. Cheddar was finally fed and the crops were harvested. Her eyes examined her farmland before she sighed. Most of the work was easy enough to complete. All that was left to do was collect the eggs from the coop and milk the animals in the barn.

The sun continued to shine down on the farm, much to Bee’s discomfort. It was too hot for this bullshit. Each time she reached down to grab an egg she felt ready to pass out. With the last egg in her basket, she made her way back to the farmhouse and filled an empty carton that she would sell to Pierre later.

Tea. She just needs hot tea. Bee shakily reached up to her cabinet and cursed as she realized there were no more tea leaves. The woman sighed and grabbed a mask to put on before she made her way out of her house and headed to JojaMart. What was normally a 20 minute walk became much harder. Every part of her body was coated in sweat. The sun continued to beat down on her until finally she just collapsed. Her arms barely held her up as she struggled to keep consciousness though she could swear her name was being called.

The woman lay silently in her bed, her eyes slowly fluttering open as her light purple locs splayed out around her head. Bee tried to take a deep breath but felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her body felt heavy and lethargic while her eyes focused on her surroundings. She was back in her bed with soup sitting on her nightstand. She winced and sat up to try and relieve the pain, but was met with her head spinning causing her to slump back down in the bed. How the hell was she able to get her chores done earlier?

Bee touched the soup next to her and exhaled. It was cold. The farmer stood up, took the soup and struggled out of her room only to be met by a 28 year old sitting on her couch casually watching her television. He looked up from the show he was watching and at the very confused, sick woman.

“You know, I knew you were reckless when word got around that you were actually exploring the mines but to run around in this heat with a fever is a new kind of stupid.” Shane stated. “Now go lay back down. I’ll warm the soup back up.”

Bee’s voice was hoarse as she responded. “How did I get back home?”

Shane stood and guided her back to her bed, taking the bowl of soup from her shaky hands. “I brought you to the clinic, which Harvey left you the bill to be taken care of once you’re able to bring it to him, and then I carried you back after he determined you just had a nasty fever from the flu. I got you into bed and I made you that soup because I thought you would have woken up sooner.”

Bee looked at her clock then back at Shane. “Shane, it's 12 am why are you still here?”

He looked at her confused. “You lucked out that I got off work early. How long would you have laid on that bridge if I hadn’t seen you faint? I wasn’t going to let you wake up confused and afraid that someone you didn’t know had just dragged you back home. I know I’m a dick but damn I’m not like…the worst.”

Bee sat down on her bed and got under the covers. Unanswered questions buzzed around her head like angry wasps. Who all saw her being carried by Shane? Just how much was that medical bill going to be? Why did she feel even more embarrassed knowing Shane was the one that found her?

Bee shook her head before she looked up at her neighbor, her face still hot with fever. "Thank you, Shane. There's some fresh hot peppers in the fridge if you want them. Also I still have a frozen pizza if you’re hungry.."

His expression softened before he nodded and went to reheat the soup. Despite her nausea and headaches, she found herself drawn to Shane and his compassion. Screw the soup! She wanted him to stay next to her longer. Bee wanted to just be in his company.

The sick farmer felt a sudden surge of heat sweep through her body, her face suffused with a deep rosy tone as she realized she liked Shane. ‘Fuck.’ She thought. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’ This was not how she wanted to make that personal discovery. Looking like a hot mess while Shane made soup in her kitchen. How attractive.

“Here is some reheated parsnip soup,” Shane announced as he set the bowl on the nightstand alongside a glass of water. “I found some frozen parsnips in your freezer and used those. And also I borrowed some tea bags from my aunt while you were asleep earlier so…I can make that for you later if you want.”

Bee nodded her head as she gingerly took the bowl from the nightstand before she took a sip from the spoon. She was pleasantly surprised at its taste, not taking Shane for the cooking type.

“It tastes good!” She spoke before taking another sip.

“You sound surprised.” Shane responded as he took a seat on a nearby chair.

“Maybe a little. I was expecting some Joja brand chicken noodle goop from the can.”

Shane chuckled. “Parsnip soup has 3 ingredients and it's not difficult to make. Jas could make that as easily as I did,” The brunette pulled out a small package from his pocket. “I also picked up some severe cold and flu medicine.”

Bee smiled after she finished the soup. “Thanks, Shane. You’re a literal life saver.”

A faint pink hue crept its way into his cheeks and he focused his gaze towards the window. “Don’t mention it. I just needed to make sure you were okay.”

She felt her face grow hot once more and focused on taking the flu medicine and drinking the glass of water Shane had provided. Her eyes glanced at the clock again and then at the retail employee. It was already 1:30 am.

“Is the couch comfortable? I don’t want you to have to walk home this late.” Bee asked. “I have extra pillows and blankets in the hallway closet.”

The older man nodded. “Your couch was fine, I took a nap on it earlier. But it’s probably best for me to go home since I’ve got an early shift tomorrow. I’ll make you a cup of hot tea first then I’ll head out.”

Shane left the room once more, leaving Bee alone with her thoughts and her runny nose.

#stardew valley #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #shane x farmer #shane x oc #;-; even if it's poorly written it felt good to write #Ill have the next chapter out soon.#itll be 4 chapters in total #eventual smut

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