#joja answers

[joja-co-official]

is this a real company

Joja Co. is a real and fully functional company. Here are our headquarters 💙

[specialbluehens]

i think it would be very silly, a little hee hee funny, if shane ended up put in an older sibling role (without trying) to the younger bachelors/bachelorettes

[lily-alphonse]

One of my main rarepair ships from SDV is Morris and Shane simply cause of the power dynamic with Morris being Shane’s boss

Oh anon you slimy little genius I welcome your kind here with open arms lmao

I had to engage the assistance of my bestie @ao3-totallyhumanexe for this one because he is Morris' number one fan. Human loves him a scrunkly fuckin trash bag of a man so this is right up his alley.

My idea is just that maybe the higher ups of Jojo is breathing down Morris's neck about profits not going as expected in the valley due to you know the farmer or whatever He has a really awful call with them where they're MEAN to him but in a professional way, so he goes out to take a breather just as Shane has a smoke break behind the building. Their eyes meet. It's awkward. Shane clearly doesn't know what to do. "...want a cig?" Morris feels like he can't go because that's admitting defeat in his head. He knows he looks a mess, stressed and angry, but he doesn't actually want to be perceived as this awful boss who runs away from confrontation or social interaction just because he's on the edge of a meltdown. They share the cig. Morris coughs at it. Shane laughs. It doesn't feel too bad, Shane gives him advice on how to pull down the smoke.

If you guys want this one I suggest going to (VERY POLITELY) bother Human about it on his account he is a fantastic writer. He would probably pull off an excellent redemption arc for him where these boys find comfort in not suffering alone.

Me, I kinda want to go full-send on the toxicity (surprising absolutely no one, but very few of you know how bad I can actually make it lmao) Because see, a power dynamic I adore is the person in a position of objective weakness flips the situation to their advantage. The secretary blackmailing the boss to keep sleeping with her, the court jester topping the king, that kind of thing.

Lowly store employee taking out his frustrations on the world by breaking down the man he sees as a personification of all of the worst of it? JUICY.

Maybe it's a bad end where Shane takes over as the new manager. Maybe it's a good end where Shane succeeds in tearing Morris down to his level and realizes he's fucked up, but in a way, it was kind of necessary to shake Morris of the Joja programming. He realizes how far he's come from his well-intentioned beginnings and they build each other up from their rock bottoms. Maybe they burn Joja Mart down lmao.

What do you think of this wild pairing? Is there any hope for them?

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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[kennyarchersdv]

Hey, new guy. You seem.. okay.

..Nice hair.

— @sebastians-asks ((his attempt at making friendsHZLP

*squints at Sebastian*

yeah…. uh. thanks? no one’s ever complimented my hair before. people usually just tell me it looks crazy.

YOUR hair is cool. i would have died for that shit when i was like, fifteen.

i kinda grew out of the emo look, though….

[noahschnappinfs]

Noah needs to fight back at this point i know he won’t and it would probably make things even worse but I can’t 😭 so much shit goes wrong and he’s STILL beign dragged for no reason. I don’t care about doja and joesph together for the love of god they need to not bring noah in the conversation I promise you he doesn’t care.

The fact that he even felt bad for embarrassing doja like that and he put out a cute response while doja fucking went off on a live stream. Everyone wants to switch and turn on him when I remember people were taking noahs side. They need to leave him alone god damn

it’s still crazy how mad doja got at noah given that he just tried to be funny and he even ended up apologising for it. she literally made a thirst tweet about joseph and then got mad because noah posted their dms when it was already known that she liked him. at the end of the day, it was her reaction that made it a big deal but i guess that it worked for her because she got her man at the end. joseph also recently in an interview said that he and doja had a laugh about the whole thing and that was it, that how it should’ve been from the beginning because it’s honestly not a big deal.

noah is choosing now to protect his peace and i’m with him on that one. let me just say that i don’t understand how the same people who tried to drag finn and joe the other day for daring to hang out with noah, are so chill about this. i even saw somebody saying they don’t believe in holding people accountable for their friends or significant others and i was like “where were you a few weeks ago?” because doja has a laundry list of things she has done but once again, their so called morals go out their windows when it’s their own fav. also at this point, i wish noah could get paid for everytime he gets mentioned and dragged in things that have nothing to do with him because he could live forever without working again and even share some of that money with us.

anyway, i wish them the best and i’m sure noah (if he even knows about this new development) must’ve laughed about this whole situation and moved on. btw he also needs to set up a matchmaking site because his skills are great, he saw this new couple coming since the beginning.

[reallyghostlypost]

How many farmers here would post their progress on the internet?

And how many would post the really weird stuff they encounter on it? Like livestreaming a trip to the mines or something.

[morrisfrommiddlemanagement]

Alright bro, let's take some medicine

FINE! ILL DO IT! BUT IM STILL WORKING!

[emily-or-whatever]

Okay, Hello lovelies! So I FINALLY convinced Sam to help me sneak into Jojamarts back room so I can decorate Shane's locker for the Winter Star. It's a bit of an inside joke I used to do back in highschool where I would make his locker as festive as possible because he never cared for the Holiday. I haven't done it in years.

Yeah yeah I know its a day late but alas that is the curse of working night shift. I still have a few hours before he clocks in, now dont any of you go squealin on me!!!

[dobson-from-joja-pr]

yo dobster! in your line of work, have you ever come across a guy named fizz?

"I guess that's the best he could do."

[askdobson]

Hi Dobson! Quick question, hypothetically speaking, how would you feel about a bunch of beetlebugs falling from the vents in the ceiling inside the mart? Hypothetically speaking, of course, and in no way shape or form am I affiliated with this.

Sincerely,

The farmer.

P.S: Because I think you're pretty funny, I highly suggest you not go to work next Wednesday-

Excuse me..? I'd feel utterly DISGUSTED. What do you take me for? Someone who likes flopping around in the mud admiring those little pests? Absolutely not. An army of creepy crawly critters from the depths of the underworld crawling around our pristine floors? Eughhh... the thought sends shivers up and down my spine. And I thought that 'stinkbug' thing falling on me was bad enough. Can you imagine? Of course, we both know that's not happening. Lets say theoretically your silly little idea isn't just a way to get a rise out of me and other loyal members of the Joja family. Which, let's be honest- it probably is. But- sure. In that case, I'd find footage of you on the security cameras, contact corporate, and ensure you were banned from ever stepping foot on Joja premises again. TL;DR, I appreciate the warning on your little 'plan', but I'd like to see you try.

[clarasbeans]

Infj this Aquarius that the real personality test is joja mart or community house

[joja-co-official]

Gay Wrongs?

[dewhq]

This is so cute! Any most wanted jobs or character types?

omg thank you sm <3 i would say i would LOVE to see some characters who work or shop at joja mart for sure 💯 and maybe a carpenter or artisans who make dairy products or jams or art or things like that! and as for personality types, i always vote for genuinely mean characters, or otherwise chaotic characters <3 but overall, of course you should def bring whoever you have the most muse for! EDIT: oh and of course i have to plug our wanted connections or any 40+ characters!

[solace-seekers]

no thoughts just this art museum interactive thing <3

(the question in bold is “how is art used to make an activist statement today?”)

[sashiavi]

✧˚·.SashiAvi's Kinktober Day Seven.·˚✧

#7|Stockings/Tights|#7

Harvey x Reader - Word Count - 2k

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“Thank you for coming. I’ll be in touch.”

Harvey made the right choice in hiring you.

A pretty fresh face from Zuzu city, looking for a quieter life within the depths of the Valley, stumbling into his clinic with a wad of papers and a doe-eyed smile plastered on your face. Your resume was competent, littered with experience for the receptionist position you had inquired about, working through the corporations of Joja – A seemingly common backstory for many folk moving into the town

You were dressed up for the interview, proper in your posture, a cute effort put into your appearance; tasteful blouse snug to your torso, hair styled and tidy, pencil skirt wrapped around your hips and waist- All neat and proper, with a pair of sheer nylon black tights hugging sweetly at the soft flesh of your thighs. Now, the doctor couldn't help but let his eyes flick down, a gulp of a swallow going down his gullet, Adam’s apple bobbing obnoxiously behind the skin of his throat. You were a sight, really. Something about the proper office attire intriguing the man, hugging all the right places while still looking respectable, put together-

Who was he kidding? He surely wasn’t fooling himself. 

His gaze stays stuck on your thighs, one eye squinting enough to reveal the subtle wrinkle of crow's feet forming at the outer corner. His head nods with a tilt, half listening to the answers to his questions while his eyes rake down to your calves, appreciating the way those tights accentuated your legs, how the taught material hugged snug enough to cast a soft shadow over them, letting the skin behind bleed through enough for him to see. 

He hires you easily, adopting you into the clinic space with a kind, squinted-eyed smile, mostly hidden behind the brush of his moustache. 

Days at the office become a little harder over the coming weeks. In more ways than one. Distracting. In more ways than one. Blood rushing off to the wrong parts of the body, causing various.. Issues to present themselves during Harvey’s day. 

The Doctor can’t help but sneak a few lingering glances through the doorway of his examination room, door pinned back into the wall by the stopper to offer up such a view. The back of the front desk is rather accessible to his gaze, it's easy for his eyes to wander up and stick. Especially when he catches you popping off that squeaky office chair, reaching up to grab a pen off of the high counter, skirt riding up, up, up, your thighs. Your stocking-clad skin exposed, stretched fabric clung to your supple thighs with the subtle peeking swell of your ass all on display.

One of his most favourite times of the day is when you fetch him a nice hot brew of coffee. Carefully bringing the mug to his desk, even bending to set the ceramic mug down gently without a spill. Thank Yoba for gracing him with such a low office chair, having the perfect view of your legs, up close and personal as you stand by, running him through his appointments for the day, fidgeting as you talk. Asking you question upon question just to keep you around for longer.

God forbid he has a meeting with you. Harvey's eyes are a little shameless, milky browns darting down to the squish of your thighs, appreciating the way the fabric stretches over your knees, trailing down to your tights-covered feet, hidden away by the wrap of your proper and tidy shoes. Would you stretch your leg and tease him through his trousers? Nylon pantyhose taught against your toes while you rub the thick bulge budding behind the seam of them? Rubbing, knocking, digging the heel of your soul into his groin, letting the course material zip against the fabric of his pants. Would you spread your thighs apart for him to see the bright flash of your panties cut through the sheer, black material-? Just like that.

He’s snatching a long-lasting look when you cross one leg over the other, flashing him in your attempt to get comfortable in your chair. His lip twitches, chest heaving out a poorly hidden sigh as he readjusts the frames of his glasses. He hopes you don't notice- Hopes your focus is all on your clipboard while you scribble and scrawl down his half-assed answers and not the way his pink tongue darts at his lip with a lick.

The day you came in with a pair of fine-hole fishnets had the doctor choking on his morning coffee. It was almost like you were teasing him- Pinching and pulling at the material all day, separating those little diamond shapes from your skin, leaving raw little indents behind from where you sat against the material. These were even lovelier on your skin, creating such intricate optical illusions it even had him double-taking and second-guessing if he even wore the correct glasses today. Dynamic and sexy, even harder to keep his prying eyes away, drawn to the sweet kinetic shine of the skimpy fabric under the sickly fluorescent lights.

Snap, snap. More pinches of those fishnet tights, fidgety and distracting for the both of you, making you squirm in your chair, huffing softly in frustration, overstimulating yourself with your choice of clothes that day.

 Yoba, he’d help you if he could, wouldn't he?

Just a little rip of those stingy little diamonds, a scratchy twangy noise while he frees you from the confines of the material. Enough of a hole to slip his length into, have the coarse squeeze of fabric wrap around him, a second stimulation from the first- If you know what he means.

He could just imagine it. Pressing his palms into your thighs, spreading them nicely, letting the stringy diamond pattern dig and cut into his own skin, leaving a nice red-raw indent. It’d mark you too, pressed with his own weight, etching into your skin, that webbed pattern stinging and itchy just as it irritates his hands all the same way.

He doesn't know how it actually happens exactly.

Perhaps it's weeks of complimenting your outfits, buttering you up with morning drinks to brighten up your day, perhaps it's the special treatment he shamelessly praises upon you. The Doctor's coat? Neat and tidy grey-stricken curls indicating his mature age? The quirk of his personality shining under the steady professional persona? Perhaps you fed on his attentions, soaked them in over the course of knowing him.

Whatever it was, the man wasn't going to mull over it.

He had you.

Tumbling into the space of the clinic’s broom closet, bumping into forgotten appliances, spine pressing uncomfortably into the jut of a long-ago broken cabinet. Knocking into a mop, letting the poor thing clatter to the floor, bumping a shelf with a clink of trinkets long forgotten, all in a feverish motion to kiss and nip into each other's lips.

Clumsy, clattering, teeth clipping teeth with the desperate nature of your kisses, groaning into your mouth with parted lips, tongue swirling, breaths mingling together huff after huff.

His hands squeeze into you, holding you firm in his grasp, long, dexterous fingers wrapping around your hips. He gropes, palms expertly massaging into your body as his hands slide down, aiming to hook into the bottom of your skirt. He lifts it, letting the stiff fabric rise and stay, folded messily against your tummy. He sighs in bliss, palms back on you, groping lovingly into the coarse fabric covering your outer thighs. The micro threads irritate his skin with his pressing, stinging just the way he needed, blunt fingernails scratching into your pantyhose covered thighs with zippy noises.

Hands travel, soft palms pressed into the hairs on his chest, breaching his half-unbuttoned shirt with your own touches. His own make their way between your legs, hand tilted to face you, digits rubbing down, pressing soft rolls of his fingers against the taut fabric covering your clothed cunt. So, so warm- The supple heat of your pussy and the friction of fabric, palm heated sweetly as it presses into your clit, taking your desperate grinds with a rubbing cup of your mound. You moan in his mouth, a desperate plea of his professional title, “Doctor,” you mewl, your own hands moving to cup the bulge pushing against the tight seam of his trousers.

It's an easy dance, mutually pleasuring each other with the touch of your hands, stroking, rubbing, circling all until someone snaps.

Harvey easily manhandles you, taking out the pent-up sexual tension that had been building up in his gut for weeks, finally doing something with the energy. You spin on the spot, back pressed into the warmth of his bare chest, neck attacked with prickly kisses right on your sensitive pulse points, beating under his teeth and tongue. All while his arm slings snuggly around your middle, pulling you nice and close, palm rubbing a soothe up and down your ribs.

Harvey’s free hand works at his pants, unbuckling the tight belt hugging at his waist, metal clinking against itself before the thick leather comes off with a grind of fabric on fabric. The buckle clinks roughly to the floor, singing with a metallic jingle already forgotten by the man as he works his thumb through the button of his fly. 

His cock is freed, thick and tan, drooly at his tip, crying sweet weeps out just for you. He fists it a few times, jerking it with wet strokes as his lips halt and part open on your neck, sighing a hot breath into the supple spot under your ear, moustache grazing your skin with the motion. Yoba, it's probably a pitiful display but how can he care? When you lean back into him, rubbing your ass on the mushroom tip of his dick, craning your head back to lick and kiss against his lips.  You keen into him, spreading your legs giving access, coaxing him to nestle his length between them.

You were too good to him. Having his chubby, dribbly cock nestled sweetly between your thighs, hugged so warm by the tight squish, feeling that rougher material of your tights graze against the velvet skin of his length. Skirt ridden up, cock thrusting against the rough material covering your pussy, his dribbled head perfectly on display, peeking from between your legs. Poke, poke, poke, all flushed pinky-purple, throbbing with each rough push, leaking messy beads of pre-cum into the shiny, stretchy fabric.

He moans softly, free noises breathed out from his lungs, sighs tainted with the vibration of his voice- Nearly wordless praises murmured into the quiet air of the closet, save for the rub of stretched nylon rubbing against itself as he fucks his length between your thighs. His hand rubs at your clit, through that rough pantyhose material, skilled and precise fingers pressing quick circles on your clothed bud.

Despite all those layers, he can still feel the soft slick of your cunt – On his hand, on his cock- dribbling through your panties and tights, joining in on the slick-wet mess between your thighs. The friction is a decedent feeling, rough and warm and yet still silky-soft, fabric chafing against itself with every rolling hump of his hips. 

He was getting closer- God he was. It was impossible not to-

“Yoba.. I love it when you wear these..” Harvey manages, huffing through his sentence, a choppy murmur gravelled up from his throat.

“I know..~” You call with a light giggle rolling your hips with him, squeaking excited little noises every time he kissed and rubbed. 

He groans out loud, tipping his head back with a bitten lip, sweet, milky brown eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cock throbs sticky pulses within the squeeze of your thighs. Messy, staining, milky cum spilling against your clothed cunt in stuttered ropey spurts. Arm tightening around your waist, fingers turning into sloppy rubs, curling into your cum soaked tights with each hard sputter of his cock.

Yeah.

Harvey made the right choice in hiring you.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there!

If you still take stardew valley requests please write hurt/comfort with Shane and (gn) reader about Shane getting progressively more worried about the farmer each time they go mining because of all the injuries they get there to the point where one day he snaps and breaks down in front of the farmer. It would be nice if you could show shane slowly loosing his mind each day but that would probably make the fic longer so no pressure. just pls make sure theres comfort after the hurt, bad endings make me sad :(

Thank you in advance, and even if you choose not to write this i hope you still have a lovely day.

I'm always down for Shane angst <3

In my main file I fear he's like this bc I'm constantly coming back from the dangerous mines/skull caverns on like 1 hp at 1:50 am

......

(Spring, Year 1)

"Hi, Shane!"

"God, what do you want now?"

"Nothing. I'm off to the mines." You grinned at the rugged man in front of you, holding up your pickaxe. "I'm shooting for level 120 this time, and hopefully I can pick up more gems along the way."

Shane raised a brow. "...and I care because?"

"You don't have to. Just thought I'd let you know."

'What? Like you think I'll go looking for you if you pass out? Forget it. Whatever happens is your own damn fault."

"I know the risks, but thank you." You politely answered, ignoring his blunt rudeness before checking the monster slayer guide. "The Adventurer's Guild wants me to slay a ton of bats...only 200 more to go."

""Adventurer's Guild?" Sounds stupid and childish." He grumbled, taking a swig of joja cola in his grasp. He was already running late to work, and he didn't want to get yelled at by Morris.

And he certainly didn't want you, the new farmer who made it their mission to annoy the shit out of him everyday, being the reason.

"Well it's neither of those things. It's actually thrilling." You chuckled, before digging an emerald out of your pocket. "I meant to sell this yesterday, but you can have it."

"...the hell? What am I supposed to do with this?" His brows furrowed at the green mineral you shoved into his hand.

"Keep it..for good luck, I guess?" You shrugged. "You can put it in your pocket and forget about it if you want. I just wanted to give you something nice. Plus, not to be weird, but...it kinda reminded me of your eye color."

Normally, any other villager would've been thrilled that you wanted to befriend them with gifts that reminded you of them.....

Yet Shane just stared at you as though you've confessed to stalking him.

"If you wanna give me something that's actually "nice", buy me a beer at the saloon next time." He sneered, brushing past you and continuing towards JojaMart, while you headed north of town, already knowing what you're gonna do tonight.

When you looked over your shoulder, you could see him pocket the emerald rather than throw it away despite him passing by several trash cans.

And you smiled.

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(Present Day)

"Awh, you still held onto that emerald even after all this time?"

"Yeah, so what? It was the first gift anyone's really given me.." Shane confessed, heat rising to his cheeks as he held the mineral between his fingers. "I never believed in all that crap about crystals and "energy" that Emily talks about. But..I just like keeping this one around. It's like...erm..."

"A testament to the start of our friendship and eventual marriage?" You cheekily grinned as you polished your weapon, before looking to your husband.

He nodded. "Exactly what I was gonna say."

"I know you so well." Chuckling, you walked over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm gonna head to the mines, okay? Welwick says the spirits will shower everyone in good luck. I wanna see if the fabled prismatic shards really do exist."

Almost immediately, Shane froze..and he found himself wanting to desperately say "no" and convince you to stay on the farmhouse.

But he didn't know why.

From the moment he met you, he knew you sought adventure and profits in the mines, fighting all sorts of monsters for the Adventurer's Guild. He's seen skeletons, mummies, and golems caged up at Spirits' Eve festivals, but never the wild ones below the surface who attacked you relentlessly.

Yet you never let the constant dangers deter you from exploring.

Mining was exhausting work, yet rewarding every time you cracked a stone open to find a diamond or discovered a treasure chest. With the materials you've gathered, you were able to craft some rings to wear, enchanted with powers to help make your excursions easier and safer.

Despite being well-prepared, though, Shane did have his concerns...especially as once you came home after clashing with skeletons, a scar on your head from a flying femur bone that still hasn't fully healed.

You only went to Harvey to get it checked out after your husband--who was your boyfriend at the time--insisted on it.

Even before that, he'd see you around town, bearing a new bug bite, scratch, burn, bruise, or bandaid on your body.

It never worried him before, but after that skeleton incident, he finally understood that those monsters were real and you were seriously getting yourself hurt.

He'd go to the mines with you if not for his fears that he'll only make things worse. There's a good chance he'll slow you down and find himself getting swarmed by slimes, bats, bugs, and whatever the hell else was there....and he wasn't exactly the most fit to swing a sword or pickaxe.

Simple walks made him tired.

What good would he do?

"Shane? What's wrong?"

Blinking, he snapped out his thoughts and saw your concerned face. "Nothing, sweetheart." He dismissed, giving you a little smile. "Just be careful out there, alright? I'll take care of things here."

"Thank you, baby." Smiling back, you gave him a kiss before heading out the door with your backpack and tools. "Off to the bottom of the mines I go!"

Shane tensed.

"Wait-"

As quickly as the door opened, it slammed shut, and he was left by himself in the cabin.

It was an uncomfortable silence.

'Maybe I should've tagged along.....buh, what am I saying? They'll be fine. They do this all the time. Stop getting so worked up, idiot..' Clearing his mind yet again, he went off to check things around the farm for you, deciding to watch TV later on.

There was gonna be another Tunneler's game tonight, so at least he had that to look forward to.

Nothing like that, some good food in the fridge, and this cozy cabin he got to call home...

And it was all because of you.

If you could build everything here and still having the energy to go mining and fight monsters, why should he worry?

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1:20 AM

After a productive day, Shane managed to fall asleep early for once.

Only be woken up by the creak of the bedroom door.

Light almost immediately flooded his vision, stirring him from his slumber as he grumbled and tried to shield his eyes, wondering what time it was.

"Fuck..morning already-?"

"No, honey..it's...just me. Sorry.."

He blinked, sitting up to see that it was only you coming into the room, removing your rings. One of them served as your light source, yet it didn't hide the numerous scratched and bruises that littered your skin.

And they were all fresh.

"Babe, wha...are you okay?" Shane was now fully awake, watching as you peeled off your jacket and trousers, tossing them into the corner of the room before dragging yourself into bed.

Only then could he see your injuries up close and personal, and his heart began racing. "What happened? You look like hell."

"I'm fine, Shane. I just..need to sleep it off.."

"B-But...there's blood everywhere.." He mumbled, his eyes going to the clothes in the corner. "I can call Harvey-"

"No..don't. I already patched myself up. I'll be fine in the morning..I just wanna be here with you." Smiling weakly, you kissed him, before putting the prismatic shard into his hand. "Look. It exists...haha...it's so pretty, right? It's yours."

He didn't know what to say, staring dumbfounded at the mineral.

What hell did you go through to get this?

And as much as he loved it..why get it for him?

Why risk your life?

But when he looked back to question you further, you were already passed out beside him, looking peaceful despite the wounds on your body.

Eventually, he slid the prismatic shard under his pillow and laid back down, only to hesitate in wrapping his arm around you.

All he could do was gaze at your exhausted face..and the dried blood under your nose.

Least to say, he had trouble falling back to sleep.

..........

Ever since that night, Shane's grown increasingly worried over your safety during your mining trips. And it began to affect his usual routine around the farm.

In fact, calling it "worry" at this point would be a heavy understatement..

It became straight-up paranoia.

Whether you headed off to the mines or Skull Caverns early because of an "extra lucky day" or simply because you needed a specific resource, you'd always come back home the same way:

At later hours, with more injuries and bandages than last time, constantly on the verge of passing out and barely able to hold a conversation with him.

Of course, you'd have breakfast with him, and you'd never leave the farmhouse without giving him a kiss...but it did nothing to ease his mind, as he'd constantly see your wounds and dread whatever horror stories you were about to tell him.

Even though you're perfectly nonchalant as you talk about a serpent who tried wrapping itself around you and squeeze every last breath out of your body, it made Shane feel utterly sick to his stomach.

How could you be so calm after so many brushes with death?

He didn't understand.

On the surface, he seemed fine with you leaving. But when you did, he'd find himself turning to beer to calm his nerves..although most days he was able to resist the urge and occupy himself with farming tasks or video games.

Despite this, he hasn't outright told you anything. He knew mining was your passion and thought you'd chastise him for "worrying over nothing".

So he kept it to himself, thinking his anxiety was being stupid.

Then the final straw came the evening when he got a call from Harvey's clinic around 5PM.

One that he hoped to never hear:

You passed out, and were currently being treated for serious injuries.

He bolted out the cabin, all the way to the town square and damn near broke the door down. There, Harvey, Linus, and Marlon were at your bedside, the latter two having brought you in after seeing you fall unconscious in from of the elevator, covered in blood and shrapnel.

Fortunately, you were expected to make a full recovery with just stitches and some IV fluids to rehydrate your body...but you still owed Shane one hell of an explanation.

This time around, you landed in an "infested" area of the 100s, trying to use a bomb to kill off most of the monsters.

Only to trip over a stupid lava crab and drop the bomb after you just ignited it, damn near losing your leg trying to kick it away from you in time.

And by the grace of Yoba, you were able to limp your way back to the ladder, return to floor zero, where Linus so-happened to be passing by the mine entrance.

You gave the poor old man quite a fright, as he didn't know how much blood on you was from the monsters...or you.

In the end, the bomb left shrapnel in your flesh, searing your clothing and requiring stitches to ensure you didn't bleed out. You appreciated Harvey for his quick work and for Linus and Marlon for taking you to him.

However nobody in that clinic was more terrified over your condition than Shane, who was in disbelief that you were able to stand and walk back home with him after getting discharged.

He wouldn't talk to you, although his hands shook as he helped you into bed, still sleeping beside you like he did every night before this.

But this time...he had the worst nightmare possible.

He was down in the mines with you, except he felt stuck and couldn't do anything to warn you or save you from the impending danger.

It was like he was spectating a game, instead forced to watch as the bats and monsters made of shadows descended upon you with their teeth bared and claws out, tearing into your body. You had yelled for him to save you, to stop being useless, damning him for not stopping you from leaving...yet their horrible noises drowned out any further shouts.

Then you were gone.

You were gone and he failed you.

And it was all his fault.

It made him joltbwide awake at 3 AM, and he felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. His mind kept going to you, constantly checking to make sure you're still breathing, unable to fall back to sleep for a while.

When he did, he was in tears.

..........

"No."

"Shane, I know last night was bad. But I'm not-"

"You're not going to the mines today. I mean it."

Dumbfounded, you gazed at Shane, who was physically blocking you from leaving the cabin. A scowl was written all over his face.

You sighed and rubbed the side of your head. "It's only the first few levels, honey. Willy needed bug meat for-"

"Right. The "first few" you say, and then I'll get a call from Harvey at 2 AM about you needing emergency surgery again." He gritted his teeth, tears coming to his eyes. "Whatever he or anyone in this damn town needs in those mines can wait. Why can't you just stay?!"

"I don't understand.." Your eyebrows furrowed. "You never cared before if I went there. What changed?"

"What changed....? What changed is that I've been having a lot more of sleepless nights lately! I can barely eat or do anything except worry and worry about you. And it's because...because..." He trailed off.

"Because what?"

"......."

You sighed. "Shane, if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong, then I don't see why-"

"Because you've been scaring me to death okay?!" His hands now gripping your shoulders as he stared at you. "You think you're invincible, but you aren't. What don't you get?! How badly are you gonna let those things hurt you?! Or be the reason YOU DROP DEAD AND DON'T COME HOME?!!" He screamed.

Your own eyes widened, stunned by his words..and eventually you saw the realization flash across his face as he blurted out his true feelings.

The ones he tried to hide from you, yet consumed him for hours upon hours whenever you left for the mines.

It made your heart plummet.

His breath hitched, and you then saw the tears beginning to fall from his greenish eyes.

"Shane..."

"[Y/n], you saved me from throwing my life away. And...i-it's like you're throwing away yours for no reason!" He sobbed. "Night after night, I have nightmares of seeing your limp body..a-and....and I can't save you. I can't do anything except scream and beg them to stop hurting you! But they never listen! A-And...I just...I-I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you..."

He looked totally shattered, making you finally realize how serious this was.

Your guilt right now was immensurable, watching the man you loved fall apart right in front of you.

And it was your fault.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry..." You pulled him into a tight hug, and he completely broke down in your arms. His quiet crying became muffled by your shoulder. "I..I had no idea you were feeling that way. Why didn't you tell me about the nightmares sooner?"

"You would've thought..th-they were stupid. Or that I sound "needy" or controlling.." He sniffled. "I-I know I can't stop you from going, but...I just..a-after what happened to you last night, I...I.."

"Oh, honey..that was my dumb mistake. The monsters had nothing to do with my injuries." Rubbing his back, you gently kissed his head. "I was tired and got clumsy with a stupid bomb..but I promise it won't happen again. You're right. I'm not invincible. I need that reality check sometimes."

He didn't say anything, instead holding onto you tighter.

You never realized how badly your mining trips and injuries were affecting him...affecting this very relationship.

The Shane you met back in Year 1 could care less if you dropped dead. He outright said he'd never go looking for you and that whatever happened was your own fault.

But the Shane you knew now was crying in your arms over the mere thought that one day you'll go into the mines and never come out, holding it all in until he couldn't anymore.

You've really helped him open up to you, but now you were tearing him apart inside and never really knew it until this point.

"W-Will you just..stay here today, please?" He finally spoke, not caring about how needy or pathetic that sounded.

"...I will." You answered. "I'll take a break from mining for a good while."

"....you would do that for me?"

"Of course. I'd do anything for you, Shane. Hell..I'd give that up altogether if you wanted me to."

You felt him shake his head, and you chuckled, squeezing him tightly. "I'm only kidding, but I promise. No more mining this week."

Shane raised his head up, looking to make sure you were serious. And he saw nothing but sincerity in your expression.

You sighed softly and cupped the sides of his wet face, seeing the torrent of anxiety and frustration raging like an ocean current in his eyes. "You must've felt so lonely and terrified, baby..I'm sorry. I won't make you feel that way ever again."

He sniffled again as you brushed away his tears, before taking ahold of your wrist to kiss your palm...where your first scar from a rock crab came from.

How badly did he wanna kiss away every scar those bastards left on you until none remained.

Some faded with time and care, but others were more permanent--testaments to your survival down in the mines..as well as your several brushes with death.

Heat rose to your cheeks, watching him become so affectionate and gentle with you, even though he knows you're not made of glass whatsoever.

Eventually, his tears ceased as you both decided to go lay down on the bed together, with Shane cuddling up to you and resting his head on your chest. All he could hear was your strong heartbeat drowning out the noise in his mind.

It was still kicking, like you.

"Thank you..god, that was exhausting.." He mumbled. "I'm sor-"

"You don't have to be sorry for being honest with me." You reassured, petting his hair. "I just..wish I picked up the signs sooner."

"INah, I should've been clearer...and maybe that would spare myself this headache I got now.."

"Hmm..how about we sleep in until you feel better? Then we can check on the chickens."

Feeling him nod and wrap his arms around you, you took that as a "yes" and chuckled softly, knowing you weren't gonna leave this spot anytime soon.

But that's okay.

There's no other place you'd rather be. Not even the mines.