Shane(Stardew Valley) x Reader shots

Imagine IX

It's unsettling to see a stranger staring at you from afar in public. What's worse is seeing the same person staring at you from your front porch when you arrive home.

Your POV

You'd never liked being the centre of attention and in the city you never were, so it worked out. But, city life and Joja life just got to be far too much. You opened the envelope from your grandfather and moved to Stardew Valley to restore his life and hopefully your spirit. Unfortunately, being the sort of new kid on the block in a town of only 28 other people made you stand out considerably, and people were interested in your existence. One morning, you'd decided to check out the mines and stopped outside the general store to check the help wanted adds and calendar before you headed down. You were sure you could feel someone watching you and when you looked over your shoulder you could see a man with nearly black hair wearing a tattered blue Joja -the name made you shiver - jacket and some sort of sports jersey watching you intently from next to the pub. He looked away in embarrassment but when you turned around you could feel his eyes on you again. You shoved it from your mind and continued on with your day, not thinking any more of it. You'd been in town less than a week, maybe they were trying to figure out if they knew you or something. When you arrived home, you almost didn't notice at first but someone was standing on your porch. You checked your watch, it was 9pm. Okay. Maybe it's a neighbor welcoming me to the neighborhood. But this late at night? Wait. That's the guy from earlier, I'm sure. You looked more closely at the person on your front porch and, sure enough, it was a man with nearly black hair wearing a tattered blue Joja - another shiver - jacket and a sports jersey. It was definitely the same guy. He held some sort of dish or something in his hands. You checked your watch again. It was definitely after 9pm. You stopped walking and after a moment he spoke in a gravelly sort of voice that sounded underused,

"I'm Shane. I live south of here with my Aunt. I'm sorry for staring at you earlier. I'm not here to hurt you or anything," You allowed yourself to breathe some and walked up onto the porch.

"Hi Shane, it's, uh, it's nice you meet you," You said, still a little wary and kind of tired and sore from your long day in the mines. "I'm (Y/N). Though, with how small this town is, I'm sure you already knew that. What brings you here?" He hesitated for a little before thrusting the dish toward you awkwardly,

"My aunt wanted me to bring you this snow yam casserole as a house-warming or welcome to the neighborhood gift. Her ranch is south of here a little ways, in Cindersnap forest." I smiled and took the dish from him,

"Oh! That's so nice of her. Thank you so much for bringing it over." You turned and opened the door to your one room farm house, "Please, come in for a minute. I'd like to write your aunt a note to thank her for the casserole and I can't just take it and send you off. Would you like some tea?" (tee, hello, ya nerd ;p)  You walked in the door and welcomed him to follow. He did, hesitantly, and you closed the door behind him.

"You - you really don't have to give me anything. I-it's..uhh," You chuckled as you set the dish down on the table,

"I insist. Unless of course you don't like tea," You offered, walking over to the fire, stoking it gently to make the flames roar. You took the kettle from the ground next to the fireplace and checked inside to ensure there was enough water before placing it on the hook over the fire.

"N-no, I like tea," You nodded,

"Do you have a favourite type of tea?" You asked as you added a log to the fire and headed back to your table, next to which was a small crate containing several different varieties of teas.

"Whatever you have is fine," he said, still standing sheepishly by the door.

"Please come in and have a seat, you're even making me nervous." He mumbled an apology and walked toward you to sit at the seat at the table at which you had gestured. "Thank you. I have a lot of different teas. Please, what's your favourite?" He seemed to struggle with his words for a moment before saying,