Shane's Stardrop

Favorite Thing

*MENTIONS OF SU*CIDE*
*NSFW WARNING*

Note: I've been playing Stardew Valley for quite some time, and as I've analyzed Shane and his personality it's obvious that he's a very depressed, closed-off, and lost person when you first meet him. (Even after marriage he can be gloomy at times). There will be mentions throughout the whole story of triggering things so I would be wary of that. There may also be some spoiler alerts! This is my first ever story I've written and I do hope I can at least get a few people who might like it! Enjoy. :)

P.s, (This is a gender-neutral story. Meaning, if I mention makeup, feminine things, masculine things, etc. you are whatever gender you want! Female, male, non-binary, etc. so please don't comment "if this is gender-neutral why's there mention of wearing makeup?" Because makeup doesn't have a gender. Thank you. <3)
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*Shanes POV*

"I'm sorry... ever since that new farmer has been in town we haven't had much business... you see, they've made a good impression with the town folk. Even our most loyal customers Pam and Jodi have stopped shopping with us! Between you and Sam, your hours will be cut by more than half!"

My jaw clenched as Morris gave me one more reason to despise that farmer.

"Shane... are you okay?" A blurry Morris asked as I grabbed onto the shelf I had been stocking before having this bomb dropped on me.

'How am I going to pay my bills... what will I tell Marnie? And Jas.' I thought helplessly.

"Please Morris, this is all I have. I can't think of any other jobs nearby!"

"Well.." Morris volunteered, "The bus is back up and running, and I heard they're paying some miners to go kill some of those monsters. Big bucks!"

For a second I thought about yelling at him for suggesting such a dangerous job. I could lose my life! But the more I thought about it the less it mattered. I didn't want to be here anyway.

"I'll try it out." I hesitated.

I went back to stocking as if nothing had happened, and Morris made his way back to the front. I was always like this, quick to end a conversation. I don't like to argue, it wastes the little energy I have left.

I shook off the bad thoughts filling my head and opened a new box to stock onto a new shelf. As I tore through the tape with my box cutter I was greeted by gorgeous glass bottles filled with rich and thick truffle oil.

'I should buy a bottle to blow off some steam later.'

I shifted away from my thoughts as my eye caught the truffle oils brand logo, 'Quartz Farm'.

I felt my ears heat up. "Y/N sells truffle oil?" I mumbled to myself. Feeling my pants tighten on my now growing erection.

'With everything going on you're going to think sexually... especially about Y/N!? You hate them, Shane.'

I felt a hand on my back as I recollected myself.

"Shane! Can you clock out now? I'll finish your stocking, just hurry up before Morris gets on our ass... You know overtime is not gonna pass right now."

Sam. My co-worker, a blonde skater that can play some guitar. I consider him a buddy. I'm closer with him than anyone else in town besides my family. Sadly, it's probably only because we work with each other.