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miu-senpaii · 9 months

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Stick Together | Shane x depressed!Reader Oneshot

TW: Mentions of depression, suicide (it is our angsty boi we talking about), reader smokes

You've always felt like a rock floating through empty space. Despite being surrounded by people and welcomed into a caring community, you've never felt more alien and alone.

Everyone else had dreams, desires, hobbies, people to go home to, a purpose in life. Something to live for. What did you have? Nothing except misery, exhaustion, and pain. They were like comets that occasionally collided with you on their path to some faraway planet, meanwhile, you are left there falling deeper and deeper into a bottomless void.

Each day felt like dragging your feet through quicksand. With each step you took, you only sunk deeper into the pit of depression. There was a perpetual emptiness in your chest. You hated that you were drained of everything--your energy, your motivation, your happiness. Even getting up each morning has become such a chore that there are days you wish you could just rot away into the Earth.

To others, your statements seemed ludicrous. Why can't you just stop being lazy and do something? Don't we all feel sad some days? Why can't you just be happy?

You gave up on explaining. Gave up on trying to be heard. Gave up on the hope that someone someday would understand how you feel.

You built up walls around yourself. You hid your pain behind a beaming smile and outgoing personality. Despite being polar opposites on the outside, you felt like you were looking into a mirror the moment you saw Shane. You recognized the facade: his cold exterior and dismissive attitude, his blunt responses, his drinking habits, his messy appearance, and his avoidance of talking to others were all ways to shut people out. This was his defense mechanism, a wall he put up to hide his true emotions. You could sense the hurt and vulnerable man underneath his hardened expression and narrowed gaze--a feeling you understood all too well yourself.

It's funny how birds of a feather flock together. Over time, an unspoken mutual understanding formed between the two of you.

On the docks late at night, there was Shane, drowning his sorrows through piles of emptied beer cans, and you, with smoke in your breath and cigarette butts littered at your feet. Few words were exchanged, with the exception of an occasional remark or two about how life sucked, followed by a nod in agreement. Neither of you felt the need to make conversation when each other's silent company spoke more than enough. Through these late nights, a shared sentiment lingered in the air: Let's keep trying tomorrow.

Your relationship with Shane might seem strange to an onlooker, but in your own special ways, the two of you were always there for each other.

When you heard that Shane was missing, you desperately searched for him in the pouring rain, chest tightening at the thought of what Shane might have done. Your heart shattered when you found him collapsed on the ground near the cliff, his tears mixing with the rainwater. You wordlessly kneeled down on the muddy ground, holding him in your arms as you both sobbed, releasing all the agony you had kept inside for so long. It hit you like a truck when he asked why he should even go on, as that was a question you had been asking yourself all these years. You couldn't pledge that things would get better, only that you would be there to support him through whatever he was struggling with.

When Shane showed up at your door the next day after recovering in the hospital, you had thrown your arms around him, and he returned the gesture. That day, a silent vow was exchanged: No matter how bad life got, you always had each other.

Shane did end up returning the favor a few months later. The waters had tempted you with the promise of eternal sleep, freed from all the burdens and pain in your life. Before you could sink into the bottomless abyss, strong arms pulled you up to the surface. You noticed Shane's heaving breaths, his thumping heart, and his glossy eyes as he pulled you into a tight embrace. That day, there was a mutual realization that you needed one another, and needed to change for the better because of that.

It's ironic how two people without a reason to live became each other's reason.

Both of your lives changed dramatically in the following months. You joined Shane in his therapy sessions. You both agreed to help one another cut back on your unhealthy coping mechanisms. You had bought sparkling water and Joja Cola in bulk so that whenever Shane was tempted to pour himself a cold one, you replaced it with a non-alcoholic beverage. Meanwhile, when you found yourself itching for a smoke, Shane would take away your cigarette and pop a lollipop into your mouth. As a plus, your kisses also tasted a lot sweeter when there was no longer the stink of cigarettes in your mouth.

You had both grown to be much happier. Shane found his calling raising chickens, which was something you found quite cute. On the other hand, you had found fulfillment working on your farm and even began to enjoy your old hobbies again.

Neither of you was perfect by any means. There were still days when you felt like you were sinking in quicksand, sometimes only down to the ankles and other times all the way up to your neck. Except, now you were no longer traversing through it alone. With Shane by your side, you were confident that he be there to pull you up as would you for him. Together, you would keep pushing forward in hopes for a better tomorrow.

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love-patient-0s-writing-world · 10 months

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Growing Fond

Shane x Reader

Class: SFW

Word Count: 1.6K

CW: Spoilers For Shane’s First Heart Event, This is Basically a more Detailed Version of the Heart Event, NB Reader, Alcohol, Extisential Dread, Reader is a bit Unhinged, Reader is refered to as Farmer, Mentions of Injuries

For Shane it was a normal boring routine day, he got up, went to work, stocked shelves until his hands were numb and is now being screeched at by his phone that it’s finally his lunch break. He let out a groan as he stood up from his crouched position, his back cracking loudly when he stood up straight. He made a bee line for the door not bothering to acknowledge Morris as he sped past him. He walked all the way to the saloon to find it pretty much empty aside from Gus, Emily, Pam and you. Pam was already 3 drinks in and you seemed to be busy ordering something, so he just made his way to his usual spot against the wall and waited. As he sat down he didn’t notice when your eyes flitted over at him and returned back to Gus quickly adding one more item to your order. When you were done you took your time walking over to him, he looked up and saw a small smile on your face as you waved at him. “This seat taken?” you asked nodding your head at the empty stool. “Nope.” he said popping the p, he didn’t necessarily dislike you but he didnt want to spend his lunch break with you either. You sat down with a sigh leaning your head on your hand as you look at him “So how’s your day been so far Shane?” “Same as always, anyways what are you doing here? Don’t you have crops to take care of?” it came out much more annoyed and rough than he wanted but he’s too tired to correct it.

Before you could answer Gus came up with 4 cups of a coffee and a small pizza, before Shane could ask Gus for the usual the man sped off to the other side of the bar where Pam is. He raised an eyebrow at your...questionable lunch, although he doesn’t have any room to speak regarding your diet since his looked frighteningly similar. “Ah, well, I’m heading to the mine after this and-” you said pulling a plain silver thermos out of your bag “-I don’t want to run out of energy immediately so...” you opened the bottle and started pouring the coffee into it not spilling a drop from any of the cups. He could feel the terror that flashed on his face before he tried to go back to the usual RBF he has. “That can’t be healthy…well at least you’re getting some solid food in.” He eyed the personal pizza that sat in front of you, “Oh! Uhh…” You looked away from him with a soft chuckle “I actually got the pizza for you.” A nervous smile forced it’s way to face as you try to figure out what to say next. “I know today’s your birthday so I thought I’d get ya lunch…” His head cocked the side slightly “Oh, is it my birthday today?” He looked down at his phone to see Spring 20 on the lock screen “I guess it is, thanks.” He looked up at you with a small smile “This is nice.” “Well I’m glad you like it!” You slide the box in front of him and after he takes a couple bites from the pizza you got him you turn towards him, “I should probably get going-” you hop off the stool next to his with ease “Bye Shane, have a happy birthday!” Your smile makes him almost sad to be alone again…almost. “See ya, Farmer.”

He watched you walk out the Saloon door, he finished the pizza in a few minutes and let out a sigh as he looked at the time. Sliding off the stool he walked out of the Saloon back to his miserable job. The day blurred by restocking the same shelves that he wished he could watch burn to the ground, when his shift ended he picked up a pack of beers before heading home. The night air was crisp and the temperature was not…uncomfortably warm, so he walked out to the pier on the property and plopped down with his pack next to him. He was about 2 cans in when he heard the creak of the old wood planks behind him and footsteps approaching, stopping when they reached him. When he looked to his side he saw grimy boots covered in mud, slime and…insect remains, well there was worst company to have than you. “Up late, huh?” “Actually just got back from the mines.” Letting out a tired chuckle as if it was hilarious that you spent 10 hours underground. As he turned up to halfheartedly scold you for your life decisions, he got a glimpse of the arm and hand closest to him. Cuts ranging from little scratches to a freshly stitched up gash on your bicep, large welts that resemble…bug bites, and bruises of all colors are splattered across it. He no longer had the will to tell you off, “Here, have a cold one.” He extended the can to you, feeling your calloused fingers brush against his as you grabbed it.

Taking the beer as an invite to stay for awhile you take a seat next to him. You’re much closer than either of you expected, shoulders pressing against each other. He watched you a bit as you fiddled with the little metal tab, after a couple minutes of insect chirps he lets out a sigh. You tilted your head at him and he just responds with a bitter “Buh…life.” Maybe it was the beer or the comfortably uncomfortable silence that made him speak without thinking, “You ever feel like…no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail? …Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day?” He could feel your eyes burrowing into the side of his head, but he kept staring straight into the darkness of the lake beneath you both. “I just feel like no matter how hard I try…I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.” He can see your head turn forward in his peripheral, taking the opportunity to actually look at you. Your body was tense and face wearing an expression he knows all too well, a mixture of existential dread and tiredness. In the silence that settled over you two the crack of the tab finally breaking the aluminum can was heard. He watched as you brought it up to your lips and tilt your head back, hearing your big gulps of the icy beer until you finally crush the can in your hand. Maybe it’s the beer buzzing in his system but the way you’re lightly panting and the expert chugging had him feeling…funny. You looked over at him and mumbled a little “Sorry.”

He felt the corners of his mouth curl up a bit “Heh…fast drinker, huh? A person after my own heart.” You could feel your face warm up a bit at his flirty joke. “Just don’t make it a habit…you got a future ahead of you still.” There was such a soft undertone of sincerity that it caught you a bit off guard, you watched as he finished his can of beer placing it next to your crushed one. “Welp…my liver is beggin’ me to stop. Better call it a night.” You got up wobbling a bit, man are your legs and arms sore from today. Shane grabbed the empty cans placing them in the plastic bag the pack came from, you watch as he grunted to get up on his knees, without hesitation you extended a hand to help him up. He stared at it for a few moments before taking it, you pulled him up towards you with ease, his hands were warm and a bit sweaty along with his his now slightly red cheeks it was something that nestled into your brain without realization. You reluctantly let go of his hand opting to shove them in your pockets, “I’ll walk you to your house…it’s on the way to mine.” Despite the fact the house he shared was visible from the dock he wasn’t opposed to having your company a little while longer. The grass crunched under your shoes as you walked with him, reaching the trash can that sat right outside the front door he dumped the bag with the empty cans.

“This was nice, thanks for the beer and the company.” Your smile was well visible due to the house lights shining right outside the front door. “I’m heading home now, I’ll see you tomorrow, Shane!” You waved as you started walking off, “See you around, Farmer.” Returning the wave as he walked into the house, without thinking he stood by the window and watched you dissapear down the path that connects the two properties. He slowly walks to his room attempting not to wake anyone else in the house, sliding into his room he softly closed the door and let out a sigh. He faceplanted onto his bed feeling the effects of the day and beers crash on him, his mind drifted from the shelves of the market, the few ‘Happy Birthdays’ he recieved and finally landed on you. He let his thoughts linger, marinating in the details his slightly hazey brain grasped onto. The callouses developing on your hands, the scars forming on your arms and the way that you lifted him like he was a feather...he could feel his face heating up again like before, ‘I need to stop...but I guess there are worst ways to spend my birthday?’ Getting up he kicked off his shoes, lazily changing into a T-shirt and shorts. Crawling back into bed he closed his eyes and let himself indulge the thoughts his sober brain would’ve shot down immediately. The best gift he’s getting today is from himself and it’s a good night’s sleep.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year

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Headcanon

Since Shane stopped drinking alcohol he drinks a lot of diet joja cola and sparkling water, he mostly just misses the carbonation. He never wants to see you has concerned for him as you were when you found him on the cliffs so he makes sure he goes to every therapy session even when it feels like the world is scrutinizing him like a little bug. On especially bad days where he doesn’t feel like getting out of bed at all you make sure to get your chores done quickly so you can get back in bed and snuggle with him, he says it makes him feel even the slightest bit better having you wrapped up in his arms. Your a bright light in his overwhelming sea of grey and he’s never taken you for granted for loving him 💙

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writer-and-lover · 7 months

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The Demon in My Bed

Day 4 of Kinktober: Terato | Rimming, demon fucking, demon/human, tit sucking, bruising, slight dacryphilia, slight scent kink, balls, cock, foreskin (tw) and fat man 💗💗💗

The whole thing felt like an old fairy-tale, although it definitely made you into the villain. The villain that dragged the little protagonist into his demise, into your bed. Shane had been so sweet recently, now that you had gotten married. Even sweeter, despite knowing that you were a clever little incubi. Trying to reassure you, probably. He was still mean at times, maybe because he knew how much you loved it. That means look on his face. But tonight, you took advantage of that honeymoon period. Shaking off your human cover, letting your human legs fade into the hooves you were more used to. Letting your tail unravel and appear, hooked around Shane’s ankle.

His hands wrapped around your horns, tight enough to hold him up. You trailed your mouth across his throat, pressing big teeth against the gentle pulse of his veins. So tempting. Maybe another day. Your clawed hands couldn’t help but roam Shane’s body. Dragging your claws down his soft sides, before groping into the soft flesh there. You groaned, leaning up from where’d you sank your head down into the juncture of Shane’s neck. His scruffy face was flushed, eyes glassy. You grinned at him.

“Enjoying having a big bad demon in your bed?”

He frowns, pushing your face away. “Shut up. Either make me feel good or get out my bed.” He winces at that, but you just laugh sharply, eyes darker.

“As you wish.”

You bow your back, face sinking into Shane’s fat pecs. The squeak he lets out is undignified and so is the face he makes once he feels your hot mouth round his nipple. The soft moans are littered with curses, as you suck and bite at the sensitive skin. You swap sides, giving Shane’s other pec the same attention. You can feel his hips buck and grind against yours, his dick leaking heavily against your skin. You growl happily, leaving his gorgeous fat tits and trailing down his stomach. You grope the soft fat on his stomach, biting at it happily and sucking each part of his skin. You lick up his stomach, from the very bottom of it right up to his sternum. Showing off, to him. Your tongue drags heavily against his skin, elongating. The end of it is split, up to a quarter of the way. Each end moving independently. And Shane- his eyes laser focused on it. Eyes wide and face flushed a deep deep scarlet.

“You- fuck- get that thing in me, please-!”

You groan at the mere thought, the mere suggestion. You were fulling expecting to ride this huge man to oblivion, maybe make him cum till he’s shooting blanks. But getting your tongue in him? And for him to ask for it so nicely? It was too good to pass up. You wriggled down the bed, wings fluttering and tail wagging behind you. You made sure to arch your back insanely low, giving Shane an eyeful of what more he could have. His dick, although average in length, is tantalisingly thick and uncircumsized. It makes you drool, seeing the soft beads of precum gather at his tip before leaking over the edge of his foreskin. You dig your tongue into it, wrapping both ends of it round the tip beneath the foreskin and squeezing. It pulls a yell out of him and thick, calloused hands dig into your head, pulling your hair harshly and making you hiss loudly. He sobs, apologizing and grabbing clumps of the bedsheets instead.

You move even lower, mouthing at his heavy balls and running a teasing hint of teeth over the sensitive. It makes him flinch. You laugh. You suck at one of his balls, groaning at the heady taste of musk. You lap at them for a while, ignoring Shane’s pleading and sobs. Slowly and subtly, you let your tongue stretch and reach towards Shane’s hole. As soon as the tip of his tongue touches the rim, he lets out a yell. His hips buck up against your face, forcing you to pin them down. You dig your nails there, letting the sharp tips dig into the skin. You pull your face below Shane’s sack, letting it rest against your face as well as his cock. You press the fat part of your tongue against the tight rim, sending Shane sobbing again.

“Ah- c’mon- you’re so fucking meaaan. Stop teasing me, oh Yoba, please! Stop stop stop.”

You laugh, teeth pressing against Shane’s skin. You let the tips of your tongue spear Shane’s hole, stretching him slowly over it before pulling back and pressing a dirty kiss over his rim. You suck at it gently, grazing teeth into the sensitive skin and listening intently to Shane’s reactions. He’s closed his hands over your wings, making you purr into his hole and wracking more sobs out of him.

A deal with a devil.

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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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ghostlyvoidshark · 7 months

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hi shark hiii!!! how about something with the reader taking care of shane(stardew valley) or really any character you might prefer. no pressure, just have fun!! :>

Hi friend hiiii!!! Thank you so much for the request! Im happy you could be the first to ask <3 as a Shane lover i appreciate the choice XD I wrote it, edited it, rewrote it then hoped it was good enough. it’s just a short little story but again i hope its a decent start!

not proof read we die like lazy rats.

tw: awkward comfort for depression, talk of depression, Shane stuff

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A quiet autumn day. The trees have even painted an array of reds and yellows, the air crisp and fulfilling. You had woken up early on this day, fixing your breakfast and a nice drink to get you started. you put on your work clothes and greeted your pet with a loving pat, opening up the door to greet the rising sun. That first breath of the fresh air sent a pleasant wave through your system, waking you up from what lingering grogginess there was. The chickens just began to crow inside their coop, greeting the morning like you. And so, stepping onto then off the porch, you started your day.

It took you till about mid-day for you to take a break. You liked to get all the important things done first and then move on to the less pressing tasks like running errands and cleaning up around the farm. You started with running errands first to give yourself a small break from the same surroundings, and to have a chance to greet everyone. Almost everyone likes to be out around now.

You headed off to Marnie’s first, saying goodbye for now to your chickens and telling them to behave as you passed them on your way. It didn’t take you long, nothing you could forage catching your eye on the way. Marnie had greeted you with a warm smile when you walked in the door. “Good morning, dear. How are you this afternoon?” She set her book down to give you her full attention. She was sitting in a chair behind the counter. “I’m doing good, how have y’all been?” You returned the smile, walking up to the counter after wiping your shoes on the mat. “I’ve been good and so has Jas, but I cant say the same for Shane.” Your smile fell at that. “Oh dear, Is he okay? Can I do anything to help?” You wanted to do what you could for your friend, already used to running errands for others. Marnie smiled and shook her head with a chuckle. “You’re always caring for others. You’re a good kid, you know that?” You gave her a confused look before hufffing a small laugh and smiling. “Uh, thank you. I take that as hopefully not bad?” She nodded her head, “Yes, he’s just been very exhausted lately. He hasn’t been feeling very well so I fussed at him till he took a break from work for a day.” She threw a warning look towards the hall that led to his room, as if to make sure he really got the message. “I see, well - would you mind if I go see him? I just want to check up on him..” You fiddled nervously with the hem of your clothing. “Of course I don't mind. I’m sure he’d be glad to see you.” She nodded, picking up her book again. “Thank you.” you headed down the hall.

You knocked softly on the door, hoping it was loud enough to be heard without bothering him. There was some grumbling from the other side before a muffled “yeah?” You perked up and leaned towards the door. “Hey, it's me. Can I come in?” There was shuffling and quiet noises you couldn’t pick out before another confirmation. You opened the door carefully and stepped inside. His room was as messy as usual, he understandably struggled with his cleaning habits. You stepped around the things strewn across the floor and made your way over to his bed where you stood over him who looked up at you with misty eyes. “Hey..” You started softly. “Hey…” he replied hoarsely. his voice sounded like it’d break any minute - likely from crying, knowing him.

“I heard you weren’t feeling well so I wanted to visit you. I was worried you had been pushing yourself too hard and gotten sick.” You smiled at him, your brows slightly knit together with worry in a way that made an expression that tugged on his heart strings to make him feel guilty. “That’s not far from the truth, honestly.” He looked away from you and towards the ceiling. “At least,I know that's what you would tell me if I explained myself.”he huffed. “At least you’re becoming self aware.” You chuckle. He rolled his eyes at that. “But I'm glad you were convinced to take a break. Even if you just hold yourself away in a dark room again. Whatever you need to do to feel better.”you reached a hand out, silently asking if you could rest a hand on his arm. He shot you a glance before looking away, not moving to avoid it. So you rest your hand on his arm and gently rub your thumb across the fabric of his jacket. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He thought for a moment, thinking over all that he felt and how he could possibly explain it. He let out a sigh and continued to stare at the ceiling. He started, “I'm so overwhelmed..” He looked off to the side. “I’m feeling so much but am so … so empty. I try so hard to do the bare minimum each day I’m tired of having to do so much and get so little done just to get worse again.” He did his best to explain. You nod along with a Solemn expression, taking his words in carefully. " I've just been feeling awful.." He finally looked towards you, he felt a little calmer when looking at you. "The past few days have just seemed to be going in a downward slope. I thought ... I was getting better but It's like I hit an invisible wall and I’m sliding backwards as soon as I have hope that I'm going to make it somewhere. What did I do wrong?” He sounded so tired and hopeless. As if he had exhausted every method to get out of his situation. When it was apparent he was done you spoke up. “What can I do for you? Like do you want me to just be here and listen or try to help solve the problem? I’m not the best at it but I can try encouragement.” He thought for a moment, a little surprised by your forward news but not really bothered since he had begun to get used to you a little while ago. “I mean … if you feel like it; some encouragement couldn’t hurt..” He shrugged tiredly.”

You took a pause to choose your words carefully, not wanting to give him some spiel he’s likely heard too many times. You wanted to say something genuine and helpful. “Okay, what im going to say is going to be cheezy but give me a chance, okay?” He gave you a hesitant look but nodded. “Just because you're on a downward slide doesn't mean you aren't making progress." he sighed, looking away dramatically. “Yes, yes, I know - how dare i go for a cliche, but like I said - give me a moment to explain.” You pat his shoulder and he looked back at you with a deadpan stare - just so you knew he didn’t approve of this tactic. Unbothered, you continued, "Whether you're up or you're down you're still moving forward. You're not sliding backwards, time just doesn't work that way. You're always learning, always trying, always adding one more day to your victory board. You're not failing, just making progress.you don’t have to do something amazing or supposedly ‘worthwhile’ to say you’re doing good.You don’t have to prove yourself worthy of continuing or being here." You smiled down at him. He had a thoughtful scowl.

Taking that as a sign to continue, you did. "I was told once that depression is like that optical illusion of the triangular stairs. It’s s .. it’s not going to completely go away, you're going to have down days - you're just going to be more prepared for them and able to bounce back better. Like little kids do. One moment you're like 'this is the most horrible thing' and then come back from it just as quickly because you're prepared and have the tools for it. And, hopefully, you'll have the proper stuff you need to fix whatever imbalance you have. Like medication." He didn’t respond during your pause. He felt a bit better that they were being honest with him - being realistic about the future. But one thing bothered him. "I don't want any medicine." He grumbled. "Medicine doesn't make you weak." You snapped at him. Startled, he loo,ed at you bewildered expression. You had never been so quick to genuinely snap at him. "Medicine is a tool not an easy fix. Is a mountain climber weak for having a safety rope? Or a firefighter for having a suit or ax? It's not a quick fix, you're still going to have to put in effort. It just makes the job less of a hassle. And sometimes you can't do anything about your situation because chemicals are messing with you and you need medicine to fight it. Think of it as your sword and shield, you’re still going to have to learn how to wield them - but they make your fight easier to do than if you were bare handed." You took a moment to catch your breath from how much emotion you put into the rant. “Besides… I know you and I know you are not weak. You’re still fighting, aren’t you?”

He looked up at you for a long moment, searching your face for something. Once he got what he was looking for he looked at the ceiling again, unable to hold eye contact without crumbling. But against his wishes his eyes misted over anyways. he felt his throat tighten and his breathing shake. ‘You’re not weak’ echoed in his head. “Thank you.” he muttered. “I know it can't be easy to be my friend. To put up with my low moods.” he voiced his thoughts but you just shook your head with a smile. “It’s not a burden. You’re not a burden to me. I am here because I want to be by your side. Through this and anything else.”

He took in a sharp breath of air and looked at you with a struck, pained look of surprise. Finally, the tears began to stream down his face and he let the dam inside him fall. He put a hand over his mouth to muffle his cries. You carefully sat yourself on the edge of his bed and reached out to him. When he didn’t pull away you held him in a gentle embrace, guiding him ever so carefully to lean against you as you rubbed soothing circles into his shoulder.

“Can you please stay with me?” He choked out through muffled sobs.

“Of course.” you replied

“What about your farm?”

“You’re more important than some chores, but if it makes you rest easy everything is done,”

“thank you..”

“like I said, il’ll be by your side through this.”

#stardew shane #stardew shane x reader #shane x farmer #sdv shane #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew fanfic #self insert #comfort #reverse comfort #VoidShark’s fanfics #Voimagines

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bekaroth-reads · 9 months

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Stardew Valley Shane x Reader pt. 2

CONTENT WARNING: Suicidal tendencies, attempt of suicide, alcohol poisoning, vomit, dry heaves, depression, hospitalization, feelings of guilt, traumatic experiences. I have put this under a mature filter to try to warn people, but please still be cautious if any of the above things are triggering to you or have the risk of putting you into a dark place yourself.

[Other things to note: this has a lot of the actual dialogue from the game as I felt it didn’t need to be changed/ felt like chasing things too much would be disrespectful to the original vision for the scene.]

[On a more positive note, this is very long because I can’t stand leaving things on a dower note. So this is basically two fics for the price of one]

The rain would have been pleasant on most days, but since you had been rushing through it for a while it was starting to sting as your body heat cooled. The cool winds of autumn were starting to encroach on the late summer, making the temperature steadily drop the later the day got.

None of this was at the front of your thoughts. You had stopped at Marnie’s and she looked ill. She made sure to usher you to the kitchen so that Jas couldn’t hear the two of you talking where she was playing in the living room. “Have you seen Shane?” She asked as soon as she thought that she was out of Jas’s hearing range.

“Not today. I didn’t see him at the saloon last night either.” The response came slowly as you already didn’t like where this was going. Shane’s drinking was bad, and getting worse by the week. That was one of the reasons that you were going to stop by Marnie’s in the first place; you wanted to check on him and maybe talk to Marnie about the two of you teaming up to convince Shane to get the help he needed. It was clear that you and she talking to him separately wasn’t working, and you knew that he was in a dark, dangerous place.

“I got a call from Joja Mart. Morris said that he didn’t show up for his shift.” Marnie was struggling not to talk too quickly from her on-setting panic. “At first I thought that he just took the day for himself. With how difficult it is asking for days off, I figured that he just took matters into his own hands. I was thankful that he could finally rest for once. But…”

Marnie swallowed back the lump in her throat and pushed back the tears threatening to start up. “But, no one has heard a thing from him. At least no one that usually sees him. I asked Gus to keep a lookout around town, but I haven’t heard back from him yet. I want to go out and look for Shane, but if Gus calls while I’m away…”

Marnie looked back toward the living room. “I don’t want Jas to know about this until she has to. Or until… until there’s some sort of answer. It… she gets so upset when she knows Shane’s in trouble.”

Of course, you volunteered to help look for Shane; after what Marnie told you, you were planning on doing so anyway. You told her your plan to check around the edges of the pond first, then work your way through the rest of the forest from there. Your stomach lurched every time you looked over the water. As much as those thoughts were the last thing you wanted going through your mind, the reality of the situation made them something that you had to think about. Thankfully, you were reaching the bottom edge of the pond and there was nothing there other than the fish enjoying the rain.

Just as you were about to walk the board bridges to the little island close to the center of the pond, you noticed something just past the tree line, out by the cliffs in front of the small beaches below. Even in the clouded grey of the early, rainy evening, you could make out the bright green of a shirt under a ratty, blue jacket. Not even giving another second of thought, you sprinted over.

Sure enough, it was Shane. He looked frighteningly still, and even more frighteningly pale. How long had he been out here in the rain? There were bottles and cans all around him, more than enough beer to last two people for almost a month. Some of them were still unopened, which you could be thankful for. Those extra few might have been enough to kill him. As it was, he was still breathing, but just barely from the little movements of his back and shoulders.

Though you wanted to rush over to him right away, you paused.

Shane was close to the edge of the cliff- too close.

With his limbs spread out haphazardly, it looked like he passed out; one foot was even dangling off the edge. You were fearful that if you approached him too quickly it could startle him, and with how precarious his position was that would be the worst thing to do. So, feeling that there was little other option, you got as close as you dared and called out his name as gently as possible.

This made Shane move slightly; nothing more than turning his head to look at you which seemed like it was difficult to do. He mumbled something that sounded like a slurred version of your name before flopping his head back onto the muddy sod beneath him.

You nudged your way a bit closer to him and knelt down. You still didn’t dare to touch him in any way as to not invite him to jerk away or make any other sort of quick motions. There was still the danger of him falling.

“I… I’m sorry…*hic*” Shane moaned out. The convulsion in his chest was too violent to be called a hiccup and seemed to be physically painful putting a quick end to whatever words his brain fog was letting through.

“M… My life…” The next bit was more of a sob to himself before he grimaced and spat out, “It’s a pathetic joke…”

Shane shifted a bit, away from the edge, thank goodness, and the feeling of wet grass and slick mud made him cringe. Yet, it seemed like he couldn’t get himself up, stopping to even try to after straining for a few moments. “Look at me…” Shane lamented, feeling more a part of the grime that he was stuck in than the human body he inhabited. “Why do I even try?” He croaked out before breaking into a sob once more.

“I’m too small and stupid to…” Shane tried to prop himself up again, this time making it to leaning on his elbow before taking a moment to try to steady himself. “…to take control of my life…” Just as he was stretching his arms out to try to sit up entirely, the bottle that was still in his hand slipped in the slick grass, causing Shane to lose balance a fall down, landing back on the ground with a loud splat and a painful thump. The bottle shooting across the ground and falling off the cliff with a few tings followed by a loud crash made you realize just how close to the edge he was and that the next time he slipped it could lead to disaster.

So, you grabbed under his arms and pulled him forward a good few inches. You would have gone more, but Shane started it resist your moving of his body. Not wanting to lose progress, you let him go, relieved that his foot was no longer dangling off the ledge. His poor shoe didn’t survive the ordeal; there’s only so much jostling a slip-on can handle.

“I’m just a p…” It seemed that the small trip across the ground was a bit much for him as he swallowed hard to block anything from coming up. “…piece of soiled garbage flittering in the wind…”

No longer able to hold the contents of his stomach in, Shane vomited up anything that he could get out. You got the feeling this wasn’t the first time this had happened today, and in an odd way, you could be thankful for that. There was the worry of dehydration, but at least his body was doing everything it could to try to fight alcohol poisoning despite his efforts. There wasn’t much left for him to get rid of based on the painful dry heaving he was doing, and based on the consistency of what did come out, he was down to bile, which caused him to cough and sputter a bit as it burned his throat and stung his nose.

Once he got his head and throat cleared out, he took a few moments to steady his breathing and clear his head. You almost didn’t hear what he was saying once he started to speak again, his voice was so soft and broken. “I’ve been coming here often lately… looking down…”

It wasn’t by chance that he was so close to the ledge earlier. Your heart sank and screamed for his to feel it doing so. Words were gone, and you could only hope that he knew you saw his pain. You and others cared for him and you saw how hurt he was, that you wanted to help him, whatever that meant. At the moment that help was to get him to even be able to see this in the first place.

“Here’s a chance to finally take control of my life…” his bare foot stretched out to feel the rocky ground it was hanging from earlier like it was trying to make its way back that direction. “These cliffs…”

Shane heaved heavily, it caused his whole body to tense and then go limp.

“B… bu…”

More bile that neither of you thought his body even still held sputtered from his mouth and hit his chin and shirt before making its way to the ground with the rest of the filth Shane had been lying in. He seemed to hardly even notice it a moment after it happened. “…but I’m too scared, too anxious. Just like always…”

Shane whimpered your name once more as you moved him once again, trying your best to avoid the piles of vomit that reeked like rotten yeast. Shane felt icy to the touch. This wasn’t good. He had been lying out in the rain for too long and he needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Harvey would know how to help him much better than you could.

“All I do is work, sleep, and drink … t… to dull the feelings of self-hatred.” The breath that he took shortly after saying this was strangled, and you flipped him over to lie on his back, using your hands to shield his face from the rain as best you could while you tried to think of the best way to lift him from the ground and walk him through the forest.

“Why should I even go on? Tell me… T…” a sob constricted his body, “Tell me why I shouldn’t roll off this cliff right now…”

This almost sounded like a threat, but the way that he reached his hands up to grip at your pant legs like you were the only thing keeping him from falling gave away that despite all of the things chewing on his mind, he was still fighting for something, anything, for him to hold onto, both mentally and physically.

It seemed that Shane wasn’t aware of how far away from the cliff you had already moved him. Between that and the fact that he seemed like he was starting to fade in and out of consciousness, you knew you had to act fast not only to get him to Harvey but also to keep him awake. You weren’t sure if alcohol poisoning was like concussions in that way, but you weren’t going to take that chance.

“Jas needs you.” You stated as you knelt even lower to sling one of his arms over your shoulders. “You’re like a father to her.”

“… You’re right. Jas…” Another sob shook his body adding to your stumbling as you tried to stand him up while keeping your balance. “Ugh, God… I’m a horrible, *hic*… selfish person.”

You wanted more than anything to deny that, but you were currently using all of your energy to help him stumble through the woods, trying to plot your way carefully so Shane didn’t step on anything that could hurt his bare foot.

“Now I feel even worse…” Shane sobbed as he leaned more of his weight on you. It wasn’t only to keep his balance, but also because having you near made him feel grounded, made him feel safe.

About halfway back around the lake, Shane mumbled your name to get your attention. “…I think you should take me to the hospital now.” He slurred as his legs gave out.

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You sat nervously in the waiting room, still soaked from the rain and covered in whatever Shane had all over him, mud, vomit, and all. After his legs gave out, you had to wrap his arms around your neck and practically carry him all the way to the hospital like that, his feet only moving the minimal amount and only part of the time. Harvey actually met you pretty soon after you had gotten into town as Jodie saw you two limping your way past her house and called him.

The door to the main part of the hospital opened and Harvey motioned for you to follow him back. “I’ve pumped his stomach and rehydrated his body. He’s going to be okay.” The amount of relief that washed over you almost made you collapse; your sore muscles, cold body, and frazzled mind aided in your shakiness.

“It’s good that you brought him in, though,” Harvey added before taking a deep, troubled breath and almost held it. “Too much alcohol is terrible for the body…” he let out the remainder of the breath in one, controlled puff as he thought over his wording. “…but right now I’m most worried about his mental health…”

“When he comes to, I’ll have a chat with him about his treatment options. I know an excellent counselor in Zuzu City…”

There was another pause as he thought things over.

“Life can be painful sometimes…” Harvey said as he kept looking at you while your eyes drifted over to the thin curtain that was used to make a makeshift room for Shane. “But, there’s always hope for a better future. You’ve got to believe in that.”

There was another moment of silence before Harvey got your attention away from the place you were staring at. “That counselor in Zuzu City that I told you about. Perhaps you should keep them in mind as well.”

You swallowed, looked at the curtain once more.

“Is that an official referral?” You asked.

“For the moment, a friendly suggestion. What you went through today… that was more traumatic than you might even realize at the moment.” That was an odd thing to hear as you already felt plenty traumatized. He seemed to pick up on what you were thinking and explained. “Even though you are certainly feeling plenty of it right now, things could become even more… difficult in the next few days as the shock wears off.”

You made no response but to sigh.

“Look, go home, get cleaned up, get warmed up, and get as much rest as you can manage,” Harvey instructed. You were starting to realize that him bringing you back here was as much to do with him checking on you as you checking on Shane. “And, if anything, and I mean anything, about this is bothering you, call me. Shane needs to know that he’s not alone. And, you do too.”

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Once you got home and took a shower, you still couldn’t get your mind to shut off. Even though you were in your house with your pet, and the fireplace sending a pleasant warmth through the whole room, mentally you were still on those cliffs. The only difference was that in replaying the events over and over again, your mind started to come up with scenarios where things went differently, for better or for worse.

What if you were more diligent and got together with Marnie earlier? Would that have stopped Shane from what he did today? Or, what if you had decided to search another part of the forest first? Would you have gotten there in time, or-

Shaking your head to free it from the horrible what-if’s that were gnawing it to death, you walked over to your phone. You dialed Marnie. You knew that Harvey said you could call him, but it would make you feel better if you heard that she was doing alright.

The phone rang for about three buzzes before it was answered.

“Hello?” A little voice answered.

“Jas?” This was unexpected, you would have thought that surely she would be in bed by this time.

“Hi!” She answered more friendly when she realized it was you.

“Honey, is your Aunt Marnie there?”

“Yeah. AUNT MARNIE!” She called across their house.

“Hey, do you know where Uncle Shane is? Aunt Marnie said he was staying somewhere else tonight.”

Marnie must have not told Jas what was happening yet. You knew that she would, and you also knew that she knew when would be the best time to tell her niece something that heavy.

“I can’t say, kiddo.” Was all you were able to tell her about it. “Are you going to be alright if Shane is away for a bit?”

“Yeah. Shane is gone a lot. Oh! Here’s Marnie.”

There was a bit of taps and scratches against the receiver as the phone was being handed over.

“Hello? Are you there?” Marnie asked once she had gotten the phone up to her ear.

“Yeah.” you replied, “Look, I know it’s late and I won’t keep you long. But, I just wanted to see if Harvey had gotten ahold of you.”

There was a sigh that was both relieved and stressed on the other end of the line.

“Yes, he did. Thank you for checking.” She sounded like she was about to cry. “And, thank you for… god, if you didn’t find him when you did…”

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” You told her, even though that was the exact reason that you were calling her. You told yourself it was keeping an eye on each other instead of being hypocritical.

“Y…you’re right,” Marnie said and sniffled her tears back. “How about you, dear? Are you doing alright?”

It was sweet of her to ask. Marnie was always looking out for other people, even in times like these where she must have been going through a lot.

“I’m doing fine, Marnie. Thanks.”

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It had been about a week since you had found Shane by the cliffs. Marnie had told you that he had gotten back home a few days after he was admitted to the hospital and that he was supposed to rest for a long time after that. That’s what you assumed that he would be doing this morning, especially seeing as it was still quite early; early enough that the sun was only just starting to shine fully.

Yet, when you opened your door to head into your fields, there was an awkward-looking Shane standing there with his hand up like he was just about to knock.

“Hey…” he cleared his throat and debated on what to do with his hand for a few seconds before pretending like he was just going to smooth down his hair.

“Hey.” You said back.

You both fidgeted for a minute or two with anything that you could find to keep yourselves busy. Finally, Shane broke the silence.

“Oh, man… Uh… How do I say this?” He groaned as he looked everywhere he could except at you.

Shane took a breath, calmed his nerves, “I’m really sorry about what happened at the cliffs. That was… embarrassing…”

Whatever awkward feelings you had were pushed aside by the overwhelming need to comfort someone dear to you. You took his hand without even realizing it, your subconscious wanting to be close to him at least in some way. “I’m just happy you’re still here.” You assured him. Shane was on the way to getting the help that he needed; more important help than you could ever dream of giving him. But, he needed to know that he wasn’t alone. And, you were more than happy to let him know that you were there for him, that you cared for him.

“Wow, it was that serious, huh?” He marveled before adding in a guilty tone, “I can hardly remember…”

Shane took his hand away from yours and turned away, and watched the newly turned, orange and yellow leaves leave their trees and float in the air. Without looking back to you, he kept talking. “I’ve decided I want to see a therapist. Harvey got me in touch with a colleague of his…”

You turned to watch the leaves with him. You weren’t sure how long both of you stood there, but you didn’t care. He was here, and that was all that mattered.

“Anyway…” Shane started to talk again, but paused a moment. You felt his hand take yours, hesitantly at first, but the hold became more confident very quickly. “I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me. And, I want you to know that I’m going to take things a little more seriously from now on.

The hold on your hand loosened a bit as his whole body seemed to slump at a thought.

“I don’t want to be a burden on anyone…” he muttered.

You kept your eyes on the leaves but acknowledged him by giving his hand a squeeze.

Shane gave a sigh of relief and squeezed your hand back as the two of you continued to watch the sun rise more onto the little patches of red, yellow, and orange that danced on the breeze.

#reader discretion advised #stardew shane x reader #stardew valley shane #stardew valley shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #sdv shane x farmer

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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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shanesbluechicken · 1 year

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Shane with an ADHD SO?

Farmer has ADHD (Shane)

This comes from my own experience and what I got from family and friends🤗

And I'm aware that I most likely didn't cover all the aspects, but I still hope that you enjoy it!

TW: heavy language

Gender: neutral

Shane definitely has to get used to your mind being all over the place sometimes.

In the morning he sees you fishing at the bridge he always crosses to get to work and then after his shift he finds the fishing rod at the exact same spot, but you're nowhere to be found.

"Where the fuck are they?"

The man literally has to track you down on a regular basis, because you just leave your equipment around town. Not that he minds though considering the sweet smiles you always shoot him when you thank him. At some point he even starts to actively look for your things, but you won't ever catch him admit it.

But he often has a hard time keeping track of your stories during your conversations, because you jump from one topic to another in such a high speed. The mornings are especially hard for him when his brain isn't properly functioning, but all of that doesn't mean you should stop ranting! Dump all the info on him! He does pay attention as much as he can and he loves talking to you.

In his eyes he finds it absolutely adorable when he finds you zoned out somewhere at the farm. Sometimes it's infront of the fire place while you're staring into the flames with wide eyes or leaned against the fence while watching the animals. He sees you just stand there without any movement for solid 30 minutes until he realizes that you're actually zoned out. Might join you actually.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I...I don't actually remember?"

"Cool."

If you take medicine then he makes sure to always accompany you when you go to Harvey's clinic or he even picks them up for you on his way to work.

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit too much sometimes."

"Shut up, you're absolutely not and whoever told you that can fuck themselves."

Shane definitely isn't annoyed by the fact that you sometimes tend to start things, but not finish them. He tries his best to help you with your projects or keep you at least motivated enough to stay at it, but if you don't finish it then so be it. He can't even count on his fingers how often that happened to him throughout his life. When you're getting frustrated about it he will bring you a cold soda from the fridge and give you a kiss on the forehead.

To be honest sending either one of you two to go shopping is going to lead to at least one item being forgotten. You tried going together to avoid it, but it doesn't particularly help much. At the end of the trip when you unpack the shopping bags you guys realize that something is still missing.

Okay, he might get a little bit impatient when he has to repeat instructions to you. It's not that he's annoyed or frustrated with YOU in particular, he just doesn't like repeating himself. So he made it a habit to write down a task or instruction while talking to you about it. It does happen that at the end of the day not even Shane can read his own hand writing so he absolutely won't blame you for not succeeding in it.

If anyone gets annoyed by you though, even if it's not anything serious Shane can and will body slam them into the closest wall.

"For yoba's sake, can you just FOCUS for once in your life?"

"The fuck did you just say? Watch how you're talking to them you fucking idiot!"

Someone hold him back before he beats up the damn governor.

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y0ur-loca1-lyr3 · 2 months

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Hey could we get your headcannons on Shane gaining a crush on the farmer? How Shane would feel about the whole scenario, how he would address it, the like

Shane getting a crush on the farmer hcs

A/N; omg I’m absolutely fangirling over this rn thank you so much for this request anon, hope you like it :D

As we all know, Shane isn’t really very fond of people

Actually it’s not that he’s not fond of people he just can’t see someone actually liking him as a person

So when he first realized he had a crush on the farmer he just sort of pushed it away, thus in turn probably also the farmer

At first he thought that there was no way someone like the farmer would remotely feel the same

The farmer talking to him, and giving him gifts was probably just out of pity, right?

No need to acknowledge that weird swirly feeling in his stomach, or the fact he always stumbled over his words around them

Not like they felt the same anyhow

But then they show some type of interest in the same way he feels

Maybe it’s a slip of the tongue, or maybe he says something on accident that makes them a little flustered

And now he’s freaking out

He can barely focus at his job

Probably dropped a few things while stocking shelves because he was so in thought he missed the shelves entirely

Internally freaking out in his room later

Cannot sleep. Like normally he’s too drunk or too exhausted to do anything but plop on his bed and sleep away his life, but now? Oh, no, no, no

He’s wide awake pondering what to do

Hell, he’s still having a hard time grasping the fact that someone is willing to talk to him, and now this?

The next day when they talk to him, he’s very nervous

Normally his response is something along the lines of ‘go away’ but now he’s trying to piece together a normal response to them

It wasn’t until that moment he realized how hard it was to simply speak English

He stumbled over his words a few times before finally getting out a “hey, what’s up?”

They’d respond kindly, and for the first time in a while he actually has a good conversation with someone

He had to admit it was nice to actually talk to someone he was fond of

This happened day after day until him and the farmer talking before his shift was just sorta daily

The days they couldn’t talk to him he found himself a little less happy

Of course he’d forgive them the next day and go on like normal

He’s pretty sure that the only time he really ever smiles anymore is around them

He’d begun to trust them a lot, and that little crush that he tried to snuff out only grew more and more

He started to see things at his work that would remind him of them

And he’ll, he had more than enough to buy that and some beer later, right?

They’d given him so many gifts it’s only fair to return the favor

He’d probably be all nervous and awkward while giving them the gift, but it’s still be worth it in his eyes to see them smile

Confessing his feelings would probably take a while

First he has to gain the courage to do so, and on top of that he has to figure out how to confess

After much ‘research’ (interrogating Marnie to see what the best way to confess is) he decides to invite them to share a beer over at the dock by Marnie’s ranch around nighttime

When they get there he gives them a flower he bought from Pierre’s that he knew was their favorite

Sure it cost him a pretty penny, but this was worth it, plus it looked nice in their hair either way

After sometime chatting and whatnot, he tells you how he feels while looking down at his reflection so he doesn’t have to look you in the eyes

He’s probably mumbling a bit but he’s doing his best

If they say no, he’d be heartbroken

He wouldn’t say anything about how bad he feels, but he does let out a small “oh.”

After that he asks if they can still at least be friends

The rest of the time is just rather awkward silence, before Shane gets up and goes home with his head hung low, feeling dejected

If they say yes, however he’s absolutely ecstatic

A part of him still kinda thought you would’ve still said no

So when you confirm that you feel the same way he can’t help but ramble a little, saying how great this is and how he’d love to go out somewhere with you sometime once he raises enough money

The rest of the night is spent chatting away with Shane while he held their hand looking up at the beautifully gleaming stars

And god, how he loves the way they reflect in your eyes <3

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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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