#shane x oc

[kaikonn]

POV: You got 8 hearts with all the bachelors/bachelorettes, so everyone kinda flirts with you

[g0blinsprout]

Some doodles of Darcy and Shane having a date on the beach (pt. 1)

This is kind of early on in their dating life where every new little thing or little touch feels like a huge leap!

Enjoy these two dorks being awkward ❤️

[bootlegdemon]

Drew some self indulgent farmer x Shane stuff again

Drew the kids and older versions for fun

[magicvicky2]

My farmer Lautaro and his husband Shane before marriage <3 They are already together in my game but I wanted to first post some of their interactions when they were still getting to know each other, as a way of build up…Idk that just works well for me XD Now to move onto my incoherent thoughts about their dynamic… When Lautaro arrived to Pelican Town, he was getting along with most people from how much he talked with and offered them help, which ended up giving him a certain ego boost. So when he’s met with Shane blatantly telling him to buzz off and not bother him, Lautaro became determined to become his friend. In part because he’s a bit arrogant and finds unacceptable that this one person in a small town doesn’t like him, but also because he’s genuinely interested in Shane and wants to know more about. I may not be painting my farmer in the best light lmao but I swear that’s just part of his development Xd

[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

shane walsh x farmer’s daughter!reader

“c’mon, baby” shane kissed your neck softly while wrapping his arms around you in a back hug. “i didn’t mean to scream and scare you, you know that�� his rough voice whispered in your ear while he pressed his chest against your back and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your angry facade much longer. turning around, you looked up at him with your pretty doe eyes and he wasted no time in holding you by your waist, keeping you close to him. “i’ll make it up to you, doll” his hands descended to your ass, gripping strongly and in that moment you already forgave him.

[glazedsnail]

My farmer Fern with Shane by @lonely--seeker

They're so darn cute I just 🤌

Of course she fell for the grumpy grungy guy cause he was cute with chickens I mean... who wouldn't??? 😩

And then they met again at the best Flower dance of their lives cause I'm a huge softy and I love a happy ending 😭

Thank you for this @lonely--seeker I can't believe how well their fricking cuteness comes out in this. I'm having cuteness aggression I just wanna squish them together🫸🫷 UGH

[sdvbraindump]

A few months ago I had art commissioned showing my OC Rayna meeting a couple of the bachelors during her first week in Pelican Town. But it wasn't the first time she met one...

Above is the very first time these two met at a random night in a club in Zuzu City. Below is a very small blurb but this starts a chain of events that eventually leads them to Stardew Valley years later:

“I remember when I first saw her. We were both at this club. Other guys were coming up to her but she didn’t acknowledge them. She wasn’t stuck up or anything. She was just bouncing around in her seat, listening to the music. I was surprised she heard me over how loud it was in that club.” Shane closed his eyes and thought back to that night when they first met. Rayna was unaware of others who came up to her, preferring to pay attention to the mix of post-punk and rock music playing. But when he approached her, she gave him all her attention. She allowed him out of everyone there to interrupt her private listening party. He remembered how she looked at him and smiled as he talked. She hung on every word he said no matter how silly he thought he sounded, her eyes never ceased to twinkle. She was completely into their conversation, never interrupting him, even though he internally second-guessed everything he said. “It was the first time in a long time I felt someone took me seriously.” He confessed. “Like, I could tell her anything and she wouldn’t judge me."

Finding someone who understands and accepts you can be hard. Keeping that person can be harder. But in my opinion, finding "the one" doesn't matter unless you allow yourself to be vulnerable.

Maybe one day I'll explore this more. For now, please enjoy this beautiful art by @sunshinecovey showing younger Shane and Rayna in their first meeting. Thank you Sunny once again for bringing my ideas to life.

(Also should note these two aren't the only people with an origin story...)

[nightmare1s]

some kind of sketch ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)

[dulcua]

at the end of the day, i'm not far away, i'm staying

[umwqp]

(_ _) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[kaikonn]

A dumb lil sequel to this post lmao

I just love drawing Farmer Jo as an accidental bisexual icon 👁️

[g0blinsprout]

Shane & Darcy Beach date (pt. 2)

Shane is giving them some shade, what a gentleman 😌💕

A follow-up piece comic to the one I posted yesterday! You can find that post here.

[bootlegdemon]

Quick doodle of my oc Akachi since I made her in stardew and had her marry Shane

[magicvicky2]

Don’t mind me…Just posting angsty drawings late at night :>

I still remember the shock I go when I got this cutscene; by the time I’ve got to it was pretty apparent that Shane’s storyline was a lot more heavy compared to the other characters, but to see him in that state in the middle of the rain like that was a lot…Not only that, but imagine how worried I got when I was given the choice of what I should say to him LMAO Looking back it may have been a bit silly, but I was legit worried that if I picked a wrong Shane would actually end his life (similar to something that happens in Life is Strange)l though obviously I was relieved to find out that he was fine at the end xd Regardless I wanted to draw my farmer in his way of taking Shane to the hospital…I can imagine he would be just as shocked as I was and even feeling a lot worse, but oh well, what matters it that he was there to help :’>

[nik-barinova]

*gently hands you my farmer!Zoey info and Shane headcanons and then offers to drop my lore on them, but really for Zoey*

Zoey Kilduff

Full Name: Zoey Elaine Kilduff

Age: 32 (as of Yr 1)

Height: 5’10”

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: Scottish

Ethnicity: Romani, Indonesian, Indian, Afghani

Farm Name: Solasta Farm

Main Produce: Cheese, Jams, Flowers, Wine, Fruit Tree Fruits, Peppers

Primary Choice of Clothing: Gothic and casual

Loves: Tropical curry, Pepper poppers, Green tea, Iridium bar, Topaz, Prehistoric Skull

Likes: All Eggs, All Minerals, All Flowers (except Daffodil and Dandelion)

Neutral: Hazelnut, Ginger, Maki Roll, Holly Leek, Truffle, Clay, Seaweed

Dislikes: All Mushrooms, All Geodes, Cave Carrot, Pine Tar, Spring Onion, Qi Fruit

Hates: Mayo

Bio:

Daughter to a boxing legend and a late dancing queen, Zoey Kilduff virtually had to raise her younger siblings herself despite being the eldest triplet. Their father was not one to exactly get physical with his triplet children, but he does get in their head too much to the point of them developing serious anxiety and self esteem issues. Her father owned an MMA/Boxing club in Zuzu City, and every day after school, Zoey and her younger siblings would go to workout and train, sometimes going into the late hours.

Zoey never could remember much of her mother, except that she would protect her and her siblings from their father until one night she disappeared.

The only time Zoey ever recalled good moments was when her uncle would sneak the triplets out to a gridball game or a rock concert. Zoey and her uncle were close enough that she would end up calling him her “dad” later on, and so did her siblings.

Things only got worse, though, when her father decided to enter her in a series of boxing matches as a teen illegally by lying about her age. Zoey still had an impressive record, but she would come to school with multiple bruises and cuts, prompting school officials to question her about her home life. Zoey felt anxious to tell the truth, but she did what she believed was right. However, she was (supposedly) proven wrong by her father later that week.

Her father would not speak to her except for when he trained her, but he was much harsher on her than he would be towards her two other siblings. One evening, he would take her on a drive, just him and her, and have a “talk”; which was code for “not good, not good”. The drive was anxiety inducing for Zoey, and before she knew it, the “talk” turned into a shouting match between them.

The last thing the both of them could remember was a sudden flash of bright beams and a the sound of a truck horn.

Zoey woke up surrounded by her siblings, uncle, and grandparents as well as police. She could barely remember what had happened up until the wreck, but with what she could remember, her and her siblings’ father was finally arrested for various charges and would lose custody of the triplets and be left with their uncle. At the cost of being free from their father, Zoey was left a total arm amputee due to how bad the wreck was.

After much rehab, therapy, and support from her loved ones, Zoey and her siblings were able to finish high school, and eventually go on to graduate college. Though while the younger siblings went on to pursue their respective careers, Zoey had difficulty finding proper work and eventually settled for something calmer, thus landing her at a corporate office job with Joja Corp. At first, this was a great opportunity for her to find some sort of peace and calm for her going forward in life, it was definitely the most boring and tiring job for her until she realized this was not what she had in mind for her life.

Sure she was able to find more therapeutic alternatives like skull paintings, but living out the rest of her days sitting in a cubical?

That was until early in her thirties did she receive a letter from her dying grandfather that he had left her a huge inheritance: the old family farm Solasta Farm.

Once she realized this was a new chance at a second life, Zoey quit her job at Joja Corp, and quickly moved to Stardew Valley, truly giving herself a second chance at a new life.

Now if only she could get a chance to befriend a certain town drunk…

[glazedsnail]

no clue if I promoted this one here so. Here it is.

I wrote what happened after Fern and Shane's flower dance, they hint at it in the epilogue.

After the Flower Dance

Ao3 link ↑

It's full of fluff, and smut.

Smluff.

E rating, Shane x OC Fern. Very self indulgent. I wrote it on my phone while I was bedbound so uh...be nice.

Look at those two idiots done by @lonely--seeker UGH

Tumblr version under the cut ♥

I didn't want any of this to end, ever. My forehead on his, his smile reaching my heart through the tears as his words fell into my ears. 'I love you.' They repeated in my brain. 'I love you.' With the sweetest whisper. 'I love you.'

I softly laughed, tears fell on my cheeks, my hand on his smiling face. All I wanted was to kiss him again, bury myself in his embrace and never leave him. The hardest months were behind us, and even if we still had a lot to talk about, he said those words. 'I love you.'

But we forgot where we were. And suddenly a wave of people grabbed us, surrounded us, quite frankly startling us half to death.

I remember Marnie grabbing us both in her arms, sobbing. Jas pulling on my dress. Emily snatching me by the arm pulling me away from the one I never wanted to leave again.

Shane received the same treatment from Sam.

When they were all done questioning us, we eventually managed to sneak out. It wasn't fair on Marnie, or Harvey, who had planned the whole thing and probably wanted to spend some time with me after these months. I'd apologize later. All I could think about in that moment was that I was reunited with Shane, we shared a dance, and he told me he loved me.

I missed him so…

He took my hand, as the excitement was slowly dying down, and took me out of the clearing. I squeezed his hand with so much strength, to make sure it was real, in my own fingers, that I would never have to let go again.

"Didn't think we'd be such the event." I started, looking back at the clearing we just escaped, letting them enjoy the rest of their Flower Dance. We walked slowly, my hand playing with his arm around me, tightening his embrace, probably determined to never let me go. Every few steps, he would stop me and plant a kiss on my forehead, or my cheek, my arm, my hand, or in my neck, and would sometimes make me twirl with a laugh.

We're both very bad dancers.

"I've missed you so much." Shane whispered, as we stopped again, this time kissing the long scar on my wrist. "I…I still can't believe you're back." He added, pulling me to him as if to confirm it to himself.

"I'm here, Shane." I said, pushing a strand of wild hair away from his smiling face. "I'm not going anywhere."

The day was slowly getting darker, the sun setting beyond the sea we could watch from the cliff we had now reached. "I'm sorry I left without saying anything…" I tried to say. He deserved an explanation, and I gave him none.

I knew from Marnie how hurt he was, even if I myself had some ideas. I never would have come back if it wasn't for her incessant coming to the city, trying to speak to me. I'm not persuaded that's the truth. I spent days telling myself how this was for the better, for the sake of both of us, while loving him, hiding it from Marnie.

Marnie would repeat how she was wrong, how she'd been mistaken, and if I could give Shane a chance again.

But I was nothing but a disaster for his recovery. Her words.

"I didn't want to be a burden for you, you know, another damn piece of luggage you'd have to haul on top of everything else." I laughed.

"Mh, I remember someone saying they didn't get to pick and choose who they end up caring for…" Shane smirked. He ran his fingers through my hair. "And that no one could tell them they can't care."

"Using my own words is weak, Shane." I laughed again, cradling myself in his big palm. "I thought my self-help advice were crap anyway."

"Oh, they are!" He chuckled, bringing my face to his. "Doesn't mean I can't rehash them to you."

I looked up at his glimmering eyes, the setting sun creating fires in his deep green pupils. All this seemed so long ago. Well. Almost a year… This date was a complete disaster. "I'm sorry, Shane." I softly said.

With the most tender touch, he pulled me to him, letting me rest in his arms. I squeezed him back, my face deep in his chest.

I truly missed him. From the second he left me. From the second I asked him to leave me, when my tired eyes closed on his worried face turning away.

"You'll never be a burden to me, to anyone." Shane said in my ear, his arms still wrapped around me. "I shoulda never left you in Zuzu city I-"

I cut his nonsense. "Shane, what else could you have done?" I didn't want to think back on it, the hurt, the lies, the false compromises we made for the sake of…secrets? Not when I'm in his arms.

He sighed, his hands slowly running up and down my back. I closed my eyes and rested on his chest. His heart beating fast against my ear, his hands rediscovering my body under the white cotton. I missed this. His voice, his smile, his warmth…His hands against my skin.

I lifted my head to him, meeting his happy eyes, and grazed my lips against his. "I missed you." I whispered. I slowly trailed my fingers against his chin, raising my hand to his cheek to cup his face. "I missed you a lot." I whispered again. When he softly growled between his teeth, I knew he got what I meant. His hands on my back became greedier as his breathing quickened.

My hands caught his hair, pushing him against my neck to get my lips close to his ear. "Back in the city, in my tiny bedroom, I would miss you a lot." I heard his gulp, his hands stopped on my back. "I would remember our first night together, I would imagine your hands over my body. My hand an insult to what your hands gave me." His legs closed the distance against mine, and I could feel his hips slowly moving. My fingers on the nape of his neck, I softly let my nails graze his skin, feeling the hairs raising, his breathing getting heavier. "I only had the image of you in my head, the faint memory of your body against mine, and how you'd make me scream." I giggled. "I wouldn't scream, but end panting your name, craving you, missing you so." My lips against his ear, I reached for his lobe, pinching it between my teeth. "I'd repeat your name, again, and again. Craving your touch, your weight, begging my hand to give me the same release as you would."

Without a word or lifting his head from my neck, he slowly pushed me against a nearby tree, before pushing himself into me. "Do you remember that night, Shane?" I continued, my warm and damp breath on his crimson ear.

"I do." He replied, his low voice making me jump. "I'd remember it too, Fern, a lot…" He laughed. I joined him, probably thinking the same idiotic scene of either of us giving in to the call of our bodies craving the other perhaps at the same time, under the same bloody sky. "Alone, in my room, thinking about your body, your naked skin under my fingers" He sighed against my neck. "Those are good memories."

"We can make more, now." I only managed to gasp, Shane's lips taking the tender skin of my throat, his hands on my waist, my hips, making them move against his own. I grabbed his tie, loosening it up to reach for the skin under his shirt. I laughed, seeing the stain on his otherwise well ironed white shirt, helping him out of his blue costume vest.

His lips were warm, soft, exactly the way I remembered them, how they'll always be. I pulled him more into me, hooking my leg with his, making him press me against the tree. I didn't want any daylight between his body and mine.

As his lips descended on my throat, my breasts, I could feel his hand reaching for them under my dress. He groaned, and a rip made him jump backward. "Fuck, your dress."

I laughed and pulled him back. "It's fine, it's an old thing." It wasn't, but the thought of Shane being so aroused by the idea of taking me against a tree, feeling my skin against his hand, that he ripped the cotton just to reach my breast…

His apology didn't last long, as he quickly got my breast out of my bra to cover it with kisses. One hand on the back of my head, the other trailing down on my thigh, I let him consume me, my own hands lost in his hair. How could I forget the softness of his lips on my tender skin, the roughness of his hand on my ass, the impressive growth poking me between his legs.

"Should we go…to the farm…" I tried to say. Shane scoffed, his hand playing on my inner thigh. He grabbed my lips, pushing my head against the tree, kissing me with hunger, as he made me understand that there was no way he could wait until then. Not even the ranch. He had to have me now. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him right this second.

His fingers slowly raised my dress, gathering the cotton fabric in his hand, grazing my shaking thigh.

"Are you teasing me?" I asked panting miserably, his hand approaching but never staying.

He laughed. "I'm just savoring the moment" he said hoarsely, his plump kissed lips smiling at me. "I missed you. I tried to think, to imagine you coming back to me."

"Did it look like this?"

"Never as close." His fingers caressed my cheek. "No matter how hard I'd try, I could never get your perfume right, the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body…" I shivered, his hand climbed my thigh, his fingers now playing with my underwear. "And the taste of you whole." He growled, shiver covering my skin. "Fuck, Fern I need to have you".

Shane fell on his knees, quickly reaching my thighs with his lips, making me gasp. "Shane!" I could only grab his head through my dress, unable to stop him. Not that I would have wanted to.

I felt him peel my underwear from me, and his warm quick breath on my swollen lips. He kissed me whole, gently introducing his tongue, slowly becoming more ravenous.

I stood there, against the tree, one of my breast out of the tear Shane created. Him kneeling in front of me, his upper half hidden by my innocent white dress from where his wet groans were reaching my ears. My thighs shaking, my gasps getting louder and louder as he grabbed my leg to rest it on his shoulder, his tongue making love to me with such knowledge.

I tried to choke my screams with my hand, the other digging into the bark of the tree. Shane's hands on my hips slowly moving against his face. "Shane I…" I couldn't even get the words out, he knew by my moans, the sound of my voice, and kept the pace until I exploded on him, strengthening his grasp on my hips as I shake, scream, beg.

I was afraid I would fall, my legs shaking. But he quickly stood up, helping me stand by holding my waist. "You taste so good…" He said, shining lips and bright eyes. I begged for his mouth, asking for a kiss without uttering a word, recovering my breath from what he gave me. "I missed those sweet little screams of yours" He smirked, punctuating his words with kisses on my parted lips trying to catch my breath.y

"I love you" I could only reply. Ashamed at my legs shaking, I giggled, covering my face of my hand.

"Don't hide" Shane replied. "I love you…and the flush in your cheeks after you orgasm." He teased with a smile. "I thought I'd never get to see it again." He added, scanning my face with his deep green eyes, drinking me all in, as if I was about to disappear again.

"I never want to leave you." I whispered, punctuating with a kiss. "I need you." I pulled him to me, feeling his erection against my overstimulated pussy. "I need you" I repeated in a whisper, my hands sliding down to his belt to finally free him. I found his warmth, gently stroking it, letting Shane groans in my mouth, his own hands cupping my face. The graze of his rough fingers on my jaw, pushing me into his lips, his tongue slowly playing with mine, tilting at the rhythm of my hand rubbing his girth.

How could I forget the fire Shane ignites in me, how powerful the lone touch of his skin, the feeling of his lips, my hands in his hair, the raspy sound of his voice. How did I ever think I could live without him.

"I want to make love to you all night" he growled between clenched teeth as he grabbed my legs to let me wrap them around his waist. "But fuck I want you so much I'll… I just lose it at your touch."

I felt myself quiver, laughing, he's an idiot. He's my idiot. "We have our whole life for that, my love" I gasped, his girth slowly coming into me with a slight twitch.

"W-what did you say?" He stuttered in a half breath, his dazzled eyes on my flushed face, overwhelmed by lust and love. "Fu…what did you call me?" His grasp on my ass tightened, his fingers digging in my plump flesh.

"My love…" I purred.

"Oh Yoba…." Tentative thrusts as he trembled, immobile against my wetness, his eyes half closed into mines. "Say it again…"

I giggled "my love…Please, fuck me, my love."

I could have sworn I heard him conceal a whimper as he pushed his cock deep inside me. "Oh fuck…" Shane's voice disappeared in my neck, and I felt him take slow deep breaths as he settled in my pussy, his hands bruising my thighs. "I missed your tight little cunt…" He groaned against the skin of my throat.

He raised his head back to me, his hips frozen against mine, to look into my eyes. "I love having you inside me." I whispered. "I missed your cock so much…". I added, clenching around him, seeing his eyes close rapidly, swearing under his breath.

He slowly withdrew himself, eyes still on me. "You feel so fuckin good Fern" His stubble grazed my lips before I met his in a slow kiss, shy, even, as if we were tasting each other for the first time, as if he was not inside of me at this very moment.

I lifted my head against the tree, receiving Shane's length entirely, my hands pulling his hair, the burn in my stomach growing louder. His head on my side, damp with sweat, covering my ear with his growing sighs, his voice making me clench at every word. "You're taking me so well… You're making me feel so good…"

He started biting my neck, his grunts, groans, becoming deeper, louder, as my own squeals turned to screams, the tension in me ready to snap.

He trembled, sweat beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his lower lip, working his hardest between my legs, turning me into a slave of his every movement. Just like our first night, just like the first time we merged our bodies together to make me see stars, to give me the most sumptuous and shameless release as only he's ever managed to do. "Fern…Fern baby you feel amazing around my cock."

I felt the burst, the ever expanding fire blowing inside me, my nails digging on Shane's back as he made me explode on him, increasing the wet sound of his thrusts inside me, making me howl shamelessly against that tree. "That's it baby…such a good girl for me…"

And I'm in his arms again, I can take his lips in mine, kiss his skin, grab his hand, feel him inside me.

"Sh…Shane…" I ridiculously gasped, twitching, pulling on his shirt, shaking, swaying against his hips still jolting inside me, my release now dripping from my raised legs. "Shane, my love, cum for me, cum for me please…"

Was he awaiting permission, or were my words enough, as his growl turned to this deep moan, concealing again a whimper against the skin of my neck, shaking inside me. His warmth sputtering in my depths, his hand pulling at the bark behind me.

Tears fell on my cheeks. Receiving Shane's love, raw, knowing I will receive him for the rest of my life.

We softly fell on the grass, both finding our breath, unable to keep apart from each others lips.

I nestled into him, finding the sweaty groove of his neck I once fell asleep in.

"Are you…are you crying?" Shane asked, his big palm on my wet cheek.

"I…I'm happy Shane…" I replied, sobs choking my voice. Insanely happy. Deliriously so.

We're both disasters. We could have missed each other in so many ways. But I know in myself we could never have made the other worse. That misery loving company was just a baseless cry. Shane made me better. Shane made me happy.

"I'm happy too." He whispered, cradling me in his arms, rocking me against himself, as we let the moon cover our reunion, hopefully sole witness of our love.