the place where i truly belong

stardew <3

[2willowlane]

introduction <3

welcome to my stardew valley brainrot. please, get comfortable. it's my new hyperfixation, lol.

i mainly write for harvey, elliott, emily, and abigail. maybe shane and sandy. i write for sfw requests. i may be ooc at times, so please excuse it..

[2willowlane]

attention harvey lovers—opinions on this sprite of his in particular.

[average-dilf-enjoyer]

it's adorable and i love it, he looks so in love with you <3

can we also talk about this tho because this is so hot

[2willowlane]

mmmm i was just thinking of this. i remember first seeing this sprite and taking a million screenshots. my friend was rather worried for me.

[2willowlane]

we live in a society

[2willowlane]

i'm running out of stuff to put here as a good filler. anyways, love harvey. yeah.

gender-neutral reader, sfw, established relationship

harvey was neither an early bird, nor a night owl. somehow finding a comfortable medium between the those two active hours, his scheduled called for him to allocate his time; rather, staying up late to finish reports, and waking up to then start the day anew again. falling victim to those habitual practices, the doctor always found the hours bleeding into the afternoon to be the most productive part of his day. either if it's because of the appointments booked during those times, or whenever the coffee starts to kick in; there was something he could just ever-so easily rely on to remind him of the fact that this was all real.

it may have just been a bit too simple and mundane at times for the brunette, but harvey still persevered. if he ever woke up, of which he normally does, before the farmer's 6 am schedule, he'd normally surprise them with a hearty breakfast and a sweet kiss. sometimes, he thinks that he doesn't need caffeine to help him get through his days; all he needs is to just grace your lips with his, and he's already smitten; in thought of you.

however, he didn't wake up in time to do any of that. searching around for his eyeglasses on the nearby nightstand, feeling for that familiar figure, he then puts them on; as he is blind as a bat without one (though, he'd argue that those creatures have impeccable vision--in contrary to his). on days like these, he'd try to move out of the covers, trying to not rouse you out of your sleep. you needed it, and plus, it was always ever-so endearing for him to see you so, so comfortable in bed. harvey didn't ever want you to think that all of your hard work has ever gone to waste, and even if you'd ever tend to daydream about what it'd be to live in another life, he'd fully understand--however, with his stay here on the farm, he'd need to think about it over again.

some people say that you'd always want what you never have, and that you should be careful for what you've wished for.

tossing his body to the side of the bed, he'd then sigh, as he was then lost in his thoughts again. a schedule helps stabilize his purpose, though, with harvey knowing how packed and busy one can be, maybe he can take it easy today. even if he was looking forward to surprising you today.

well, maybe later, then.

the doctor does tend to a small plotted garden out front, next to the farmhouse. even though your love does indulge in gardening every now and then, mainly just for his eye for seasonal decoration, he grew some of your favourite crops that were in-season for the fall. he isn't the most well-versed in the realm of cooking, although, he knows enough about certain dietary topics to be informed well. making sure that you'd get the most nutrients from the selection of either greens, fruits, or vegetables (or, a mishmash of either three together), he'd do his best to blend the flavours accordingly so.

if there was anything that he took any sense of immense pride in, other than his work, then it had to have been cooking for you. your husband wouldn't consider it a chore, rather, something he rather looks forward to every day! whilst he does like to take you out to the stardrop saloon every now and then, it filled his heart with such raw affection, seeing that look on your face (right before he smothers it with kisses. oh, how your laugh does a plethora of indescribable things to that man...).

once harvey sits up properly, he knew that you were out of the house already. with him adjusting to the light, albeit, the sleep inertia's getting to him, he checks to then see a written note; underneath a warm mug of coffee. it was funny how he didn't quite register the smell of one of his all-time favourite beverages (was he getting a cold? how ironic of him). moving the cup to the side, and then smirking at the endearing circular imprint it then left on the small letter, he then presented it to himself; reading it between his thumb and index.

it detailed about how you found him adorable in his sleep, of which made him feel flattered, and then talked about how equally as cute his gentle snores were. harvey mumbled a soft "oh, you didn't have to go that far...," under his breath, addressing no one, but still knowing that was the reaction you expected out of him.

when harvey finished then reading about how you had a busy day ahead of him, and how you'll make it up later, you signed it off with you saying you loved him; followed by your name, and little heart symbol marked with pen. flipping the note between his fingers to see if there was anything else, he wasn't met with anything much.

harvey could feel how his grin with digging into his face, as he then was about to get up; to at least change into other clothes, shave if he needed to, and get more comfortable. however, a certain family cat decided to go against what was on his agenda for the day--as it than began to settle between his legs; making itself comfortable. there wasn't much that could be done, if you had a kitty laying on you. deciding to then accept his fate, harvey gave in; giving the little devil its well-needed (wanted) affection and attention.

[2willowlane]

what happens if i hypothetically make a fic where reader and abigail meet on online forums, and start playing minecraft together. sounds silly right? well, eventually you two build an inseparable bond, where abby finds comfort in you. she feels safe talking about her life back home; even if you may not be able to relate to it all. oh yeah and she finds a true friend in you.

i'll probably put hurt/comfort in there because girl needs that type of support to her life that only comes from talking to strangers online. hypothetically.

[2willowlane]

just had a dream where i was playing stardew and harvey sent me coffee in the mail. i was so excited, because he doesn't send you anything; other than for his ten heart event, or bills 😭

[2willowlane]

attention harvey lovers—opinions on this sprite of his in particular.

[2willowlane]

i love visiting him whenever he's out in the clinic. tbh, i want to try and spice up the gifts i bring him. i think he's tired of all of the coffee i have.

male reader, sfw, established relationship

"honey, we've talked about this..."

at the sight of his husband, the doctor sighed; shaking his head affectionately at you. you wanted to surprise him with a basket of his favourite treats; namely of the likes of pickles and wine. he was at his clinic, per-usual on tuesdays and thursdays—getting ready in his examination room. patients where one of his top priorities (other than you, of course); as he did go to school for almost a decade for this occupation. as your love then placed the goods down, out of the way, you then surprised him with a little peck to the cheek.

"i appreciate you coming by and seeing me; it's awfully sweet of you," you couldn't get over how he let out a little laugh at your kiss. what a cutie. "however, you do understand i have an appointment booked in a few moments, right? i promise, i'll be home just before you know it. i don't want to leave my favourite guy worried, now, do i?"

he wasn't exasperated by your surprise visits, he actually enjoyed seeing what you wanted to bring him. either it was just a quick coffee for a pick-me-up, a little smooch, or just for some small talk; there was something rewarding, having something to look forward to everyday. whilst harvey is taking tender care of the farm, whilst you're off doing errands, he makes sure to greet you with a welcoming meal; experimenting with different combinations and flavours, to see what'll get the best reaction out of you.

"oh, don't look at me like that," harvey then saw how you were jokingly trying to "guilt" him; looking at him sternly. "go on now—but, ah, wait a second."

fumbling with his jacket, harvey then tried to pull it off and over him. once he did, he then handed it to you; the olive fabric was warm to the touch, and it smelt very comforting—though, since you were very used to living with the man already, you've grown attached to it. you'd suppose that the sterile clinic accentuated the scent, but nevertheless, it was harvey's significant overcoat. "it's cold out. i know you love being active, and even if it's great to have your blood pumping, it's best to be layered up."

you knew you've won him over, as you thanked him for the sentiment. even if this may end up being just a simple, overlooked event in the far future—it makes you a proud husband, for being able to reflect on this. seasons back, harvey would've be relunctant on some of his more intimate actions; rather, the poor man would've been flustered way too easily for his own good. you just took a moment to just appreciate the tender moment, before harvey had to eventually shoo you out.

[jupiter-letters]

Harvey being your husband would include

Fem! or GN! Reader TW: None

A/N: This is me finally putting into written form the things I think about Harvey doing. Yes I am in love with him, thanks for asking. 

Waking up on a cool autumn day, the early morning light peeking in through the window. You see the sight of Harvey in a deep slumber beside you, cheek pressed into the pillow, hair messily strewn across his face and the pillow. The soft sounds of his snores along with the chirping of the birds outside. His eyes flutter and open to see you looking at him, he smiles at you. He rubs the sleep out his eyes and moves his hand to caress your shoulder. He stares into your eyes and traces random patterns on your arm. He asks you what you plan to do while he’s at work and how much he’ll miss you when he’s gone.

After a hard day's work he tells you to take off your shoes for a personal foot massage and a nice cup of tea. He makes sure to remind you to get new shoes so your feet don’t hurt anymore. He moves up to rub your calves, and he tickles you under your knee. You slap his hands away and move to tickle his neck, he pulls you into a bear hug on the floor and you both can’t stop laughing. 

Working in the fields during the summer, Harvey is on the porch with a misting fan and a new book. You stop for a moment and call his name. You make your way up to the porch and he pulls out a bottle of water for you. “I love watching you work, you always look beautiful when you work. You take such good care of the farm. I’d like you to teach me more about it so I can help out more.” He smiles up at you, cheeks flushed from the sun, his freckles more prominent.

Loving getting clean with him, showers or baths doesn’t matter to him. He runs a bath for you both, putting in all your favorite salts and scents. A candle or two don’t hurt either ;))) It’s a very large clawfoot tub to accommodate Harvey’s long legs otherwise it wouldn’t be very comfortable. Whether you sit back to chest or across from each other he doesn’t much of preference with that either. The feeling of your back against him and your head next to his is one of the best feelings in the world. Then again being able to look at you from across the tub, flushed from the hot water looking at him with a sweet smile, is everything. 

Sneaking off together during the flower dance. Kissing each other breathless behind a tree. Feeling his hands gently cradling your face, he can’t stop giggling as he kisses you over and over again. Once you’ve had enough you fix each other's clothes and head back like nothing happened. Your friends all look at you both with knowing looks and laugh at poorly redone tie. 

Harvey walking around in his comfiest robe on his days off, shuffling in his slippers from his shelf of prized jazz vinyls to the record player on his desk. You watch him from the doorway humming along to the song and opening a new model plane box. He notices you out of the corner of his eye, he pulls you towards him. You both stand chest to chest, his hand behind your back, forehead to forehead. Enjoying each other's precense and gently swaying to the music.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think.

[2willowlane]

this is so adorable <3

[2willowlane]

i've been posting silly crack fanfiction on ao3 lately, and i decided to just upload this on my tumblr. it's inspired off of interstellartoaster's kalampokiphobia: fear of corn, and the mods harvey's irrational apple hatred and harvey hates apples.

fantastic works; mind you.

gender neutral reader, sfw; not really focused on romance, as it is just absurdity

tallying his profit, of which was a big fat zero, harvey sighed; pushing up his glasses. it's been a rather long week for him, considering no one wants to buy those energy tonic muscle whatever medication that he supplies. the only time that anyone has ever purchased such a redundant item from him, was whenever they misclick- accidentally bought it; and then just sold it again. the only way that he'll ever make a good buck out of his pharmaceutical care was if he just eradicated the valley's food supply... of which, did sound tempting, but harvey loves his pickles too much to give them up.

there haven't been any appointments placed recently, so he was having a hard time trying to keep up with the expenses. right now, he could so go for a bottle of fine wine... maybe it's because he's spending too much of his expenses on plane models, rather than actually trying to keep up with all of the financial records, like an actual adult should. huh, what a foreign concept. well, he's just going to go continue complaining about his money situation, until further notice.

with the door opening, he had to them correct his shrimp posture, as he then greeted you, the almost superhuman farmer, into the clinic. normally, you just like to go behind the counter and access rooms that are off-limits to regular patients, but there was something about your gumption that made you so lovable. even if you do tend to barge into private examinations, there was something that made you feel so rebellious; that harvey couldn't help but swoon over you! also, he's a pathetic beanpole of a man, so he'll probably get pummeled into the ground by your combat prowess if he ever rejects your blatant non-filtered view of what "personal space" meant.

you were about to get some items turned into the community center; as you were carrying a basket full of assorted goods (they ranged from something simple to five highly-graded melons, a still-flopping ghostfish, and poisonous mushrooms). oh well, with the poisonous mushrooms, those are harvey's choice of decoration during the autumn seasons; so, the doctor felt rather seen whenever he saw those clumped together. he grimaced at the fish, however. other than that, he was glad to see a good friend pop in now and then; he needed something to spice up his days, and he can always expect you at around 9am, or somehow always being in the places he's trying to go to... coincidence?

normally, you'd stop on buy and get him a coffee. either you've brewed it yourself, or stopped by gus', it was coffee. you wonder how many mugs harvey has, considering you also gift him a free cup alongside the sweet, sweet ground bean liquid. it really wasn't the healthiest thing to drink due to the sugar and caffeine levels, and you were pretty worried for the guy who has been through years and years of intensive schooling to know better about those dietary concerns. you assume he probably only has a cup twice a week, considering you have some type of intergalactic force keeping you from extending that quota.

you had some apples somewhere on your person, and it was probably the only thing he'd like; you'd figure. after all, they're just funky little guys. who doesn't like a good, crisp apple? even though they're supposed to be for the community center, you can always just get one later. you'd give harvey something else, but you decided that he deserved better than just countless upon countless liters of his favourite brew. you knew harvey appreciated a good foraged, natural good—especially with someone locally grown on your acres. fishing out an apple out of your pockets, you then present it to him.

"... i think i may be allergic to this."

as harvey looked like a sad shih tzu puppy, looking off to the side, your heart sank. he was allergic to apples? at first, you really wanted to make fun of him. he seemed like the type of person who'd be allergic to peanut butter, and be the kid that doesn't allow their classmates to bring in anything homemade due to those medical reasons. holding the red delicious apple in your hands, rotating it around in your palm, you decided to test that theory.

"may?" you inquiried, and with a look of horror, harvey began to shudder. yes, he's an anxious man at heart, but due to various interesting cases at the clinic, he's grown insensitive to many things. plus, he's in front of the one and only farmer(tm), and his crush. god, what an embarrassment he is. he didn't want to talk about his irrational hatred for apples; those disgusting overblown flower ovaries called "fruit" just sicken him to death, not to mention that the apples were the first to hate HIM—it wasn't his fault that his body rejects them!

"yes, yes! just- just get it away from me!"

"i don't believe you..."

and that's where you've learnt that the phrase "an apple a day keep the doctor away" was right.

[stardewvalleyhc]

If I was this man’s partner I would be buying him ever plane related thing I could find. I would learn every fact about planes so we’d have things to talk about for hours. Harvey needs more love.

[2willowlane]

i'm genuinely very neurodivergent over harvey, and i'm very new to stardew. i just want to share my rants/rambles about harv here, just because i adore him. <3

at first, i actually didn't recognize him as a bachelor, even? i thought he was just like, purely an npc like pierre or whatever. i remember being on call with a friend of mine, and i asked who was the easiest character to romance—and my friend mentioned that harvey loved coffee. and... yeah, that's where it all started.

i love him, genuinely, and even though i may joke around with how goofy he can be at times, there's multiple things that make me grab onto him and want to just appreciate. in general, i love stardew's character diversity! harvey isn't the only one that's a victim to my affection (mainly emily, but i LOVE elliott too).

i think it's mainly how he reminds me way too much of myself. how he speaks matter-of-factly often, and with a bit of a mellow hint to it due to his age and occupation; i can relate to that. him being a doctor also reminds me of my more empathetic nature, and how i want to take care of others, and i've seen and been through various different experiences throughout my life due to that endeavor. him dreaming to be a pilot reminds me of how i want to indulge in other interests, but i have set limitations.

i don't romanticise him being a doctor; it's a genuine hard profession, and even if i do nor have any professional education on it, i do like his attitude on it. iirc, in one of his dialogues, he talks about how it makes such a difference in someone's day by just talking to them. i do wonder what a younger harvey would be like; considering with how he talks, it's obvious that he's been through different situations that have then built onto his maturity.

him being busy and all, i feel like harvey does love his work, and i also like (actually, i don't. he should take care of himself, but y'know what i mean) how he is TERRIBLE at following his own advice. harvey talks about using vegetables in a healthy diet, but he often eats microwave meals/convenience food. i LOVE how he finds life on the farm whenever he moves in with the player to be much more rewarding, considering he's able to actually use fresh produce (well, there's pierre's), have the time to do it all, and have someone to cook for.

i do like to believe that living up in the lil apartment in his clinic does get to him from time to time. i like how he doesn't talk about his loneliness a lot, and he opens up more about his vulnerable side on that whenever you do get closer/begin to date him. i think, to some people, it makes him sounds a bit needy—but i like to imagine it as if he has a relationship with everyone in the town, sure, but never got to the point of having a close friend. either it's just due to his more anxious nature, schedule, interests, etc.—he is simply the pelican town doctor, after all. i think he'd appreciate a little small talk now and then.

i do beleive he is anxious, but not outright shy or anything. i'm probably sure he was whenever he started out in his career, but i think he enjoys pelican town, since he knows what to expect from the townsfolk. i think with that predictability, he does seek a bit of comfort in just due to him liking a solid schedule (hc, but feel free to put your own interpretation on it). i think he can get very caught off guard by things he doesn't expect, like how everyone does, but it takes him a moment to get on track again if he's distracted.

i love his interest in planes so much. one of my favourite lines of dialogue from harv over here has to be whenever you're married to him, he talks about he's had a good day so far—he fiddled with his radio, worked on his model plane... i've forgotten the exact words (he only talks to me about daydreaming about the circulatory system anymore, but it's okay), but i think it's just me projecting—but i like to believe he simply likes to show affection by chatting about his interests!

harvey's grown comfortable with you to talk about something rather niche, and it just shows he thinks your safe to talk about the small things that make him happy. especially with how he does talk about everything, and wants the player to look at some of his work on models and the such. i dunno. i just live for the fact he views a "good day" to be indulging in his interests. literally me.

i don't believe he outright HATES his job as a doctor, however. i think it does make him feel important that he's able to provide for the people that he's able to feel at home with here in the valley, but what i've said earlier, i think it just kinda eats at him with the whole clinic business. i think him going up to his apartment with no one to really talk to about his day; no one to look forward to seeing—it's just something that's been at the back of his mind. i feel like it'd break his heart if he's learnt that someone wouldn't want to ever bother him due to his work. he'd want someone to understand that due to him being a doctor, he does get stressed easy, but he'd always try to find some time in-between all of those appointments for a chat.

i'll talk more, but i'm tired, and i don't know about what to exactly go on about. anyways, live laugh love harv. please tell me if i'm just silly and feeding too much into my headcanons, and i'm actually deluding myself from canon harv.

[2willowlane]

i do really love emily. i don't know, but something just makes me very affectionate towards her.

femme reader, sfw, established relationship

ever since emily was then wedded to her new spouse, there's something that she still cannot get used to. well, in her heart, it feels so natural—as if she was made for this purpose, and as if everything that has been said and done was all aligned for her. even if she does indulge in her beliefs of mysticality, emily knew that what she had was real and cemented. a best friend, a girlfriend—a wife, of all things. tossing and turning in their shared bed, emily looked at your peaceful sleeping face. she found you to be so beautiful...

her eyes glossed over each of your features, from the fine contours of your nose, to those lips of which she oh, wants to kiss so dearly. the artistic side in her finds you just so genuinely interesting, as she's able to map out all of the different proportions in her mind. even if you may not be perfect, and emily is far from that as well, you two were perfect for each other. the tailor then gave into her impulses, pressing a soft kiss on her wife's cheek; lingering a bit, as she then withdraws. she misses the warmth already.

something has been nagging at emily recently, and it's mainly due to her scheduling. normally, she'd go out and work the saloon late at night; often times, just the hustle and bustle of her shifts do get her through the hours—however, she promptly would then pass out as soon as she makes her way towards home. how emily would dream of having that taste of sleep; looking forward to it every day, since it's the most downtime she has in her day—well, other than in the morning (of which she likes to relax in her home... whenever she doesn't have chores).

it's past 11pm, and the bed already feels uncomfortable for her. she has this insatiable itch to get up, to dance, to move—but, there're a few moments in emily's life where it feels as if it's better to stay still. as if she doesn't need to go put an imprint on the new day, rather, just let the earth turn. it felt like an eterenity for the woman, as she was still just glazing over the features on your face, whilst trying to think of something to do. she already knows what she wants to do tomorrow—probably tend to her crystal garden out by the farm, and then surprise her love with taking care of her chickens. oh, how she does love birds!

possibly, she could go out and forage some? she has a few hours to make it back home, and she knows you do appreciate a fresh medley. she wants you to grow healthy wnd strong, and with all of your farmwork, combat expertise, and mining efficiency... she'll be surprised if she could find anyone that'd be stronger than you. well, not only by physical strength—she knows that you're a capabale woman; more than capable.

it makes her feel proud that her gut feeling was right about you being special; but her sense of pride over having the person she loves doing what she wants to do, and is equally proud of her own work? oh, emily's heart swoons!

preparing to go out, she then slips on her shoes, makes sure to change into something she could get dirty in, and makes her way out of the house. making sure that none of the wooden floorboards don't creek underneath the rug she's walking on, emily takes softer steps—to ensure that you're not going to have a rude awakening anytime soon. she then turns around whenever she reaches the fromt door, blowing a kiss in the bedroom's direction to say "goodbye, my dear!"

the chill of the night washed over emily. well, at least it brings her more of an incentive to get out and be active! however, she still needed to be careful being out at night without light; she could still make out some objects due to the moonlight. oh, how romantic this felt with emily, and how it just felt so in-tune with her emotions. she was glad she was able to be friends with—now, be with—someone who doesn't just dismiss her mannerisms as simply "odd" or "too weird". yes, she knows that she is far from the conventional standard sometimes, but the world would be too boring if everything was a simple carbon copy of each other.

how she felt things were different than most. you were able to be with her and understand, and even if you didn't quite get everything she rambled on about, it made you feel special that she'd want to show you all of those things. emily may have her quirks, but that's what makes her, well—her! you wouldn't have her any other way.

humming a saloon tune whilst skipping to the beat of it, just thinking about surprising you with all of these goodies makes her feel so, so upbeat! if you were there, you could've seen the color to her cheeks; how that rosey hue was something all-too familiar. picking up some dandelions along the way, she did remember to pack a wicker basket a while back; as she tried her best to then assort each of the plants the best she could. emily had an eye for design and arrangements, so it did take her a bit until she was fully satisfied to continue onto the next task. if she feels so strongly about something, she needs to vent it out! emily believes that it's a true emotion, if it resonates that deeply within her.

something about this late night nature stroll does rekindle feelings emily never quite knew she had. she never had the time to go outside and to fully appreciate the stars; however, being able to actually go out, and to observe all of the things she'd normally miss due to her body just aching to get to bed... she loves it. the fresh breeze of the spring's night air was cold, however, there's still a warmth to it. oh, well, maybe it's because she's full of thoughts of you. maybe that's it.

she then makes her way throughout town, waving to some of the nightly saloon guests as they make their way out of the restaurant. ever since she was married, she doesn't have to work as much at gus'. this made her feel more free, as she knows that she cannot simply be a barsmaid forever—there's too much on her plate to do, y'know? though, now that she thinks about it, work feels much more rewarding, if she can go home and see you, to cook for you, to bring gifts to you (from all those times you've given her some), and to simply be the first and last thing she gets to see in her days.

as emily progresses up towards the mountains, she doesn't frequent this area; as she doesn't have much of a use for it. now? she loves just how raw and natural this feels to her, as she gets a good feeling of energy coming from her. you'd often talk about all of the difficult fish that you'd have to catch in this area, and you have to reassure her that you're handling the little creatures humanely; and that they're all okay, under your care. she loves how caring you are with even the smallest of things, and that positivity is contagious. well, at least in her mind.

this was the place where she truly belonged, now that she thinks about it.

[beach--farm]

I don't want to work, I want to daydream about kissing Harvey the town doctor

[2willowlane]

this one's a bit short. anyways, love harv. the silly. if i mischaracterize him, please kindly raise your pitchforks at me.

gender neutral reader, sfw, established relationship

tasting cranberries on your lover's lips, you couldn't help but lovingly sigh. you had saved up some fall ingredients for one of harvey's favourite meals; along with some freshly-grown bok choy and artichoke. you were saving it up as a surprise, but you knew the doctor was snacking on the fruit. still in his gentle embrace, you toss your leg over his; hiking it up comfortably, as you positioned your hands on his face.

"do i have to hide the berries from you?" you began, laughing as you then trailed your digits across his lips; feeling how harvey's grin was so, so soft under your fingertips. "i'm sorry, i just find it funny how..."

harvey shook his head, as he hoisted you up into his arms to get a good look at your face. how he had the urge to just kiss you all over; knowing how if the sun was up this early in the morning, he'd be able to see the blush that'll coat your cheeks. the fact that he can take pride in how he can say that you're his was enough to melt him. with you "getting onto" him for his snacking tendancies, harvey couldn't help but get a tiny bit embarrassed that you paid attention to that.

"sorry, sorry." eyes gentle, he couldn't help but get tickled at how your fingers swept over his lips, before he then went to plant another kiss on yours; facial hair brushing up against you ever-so lightly. "they help with the immune system."

you knew that harvey came from terrible habits. either it's pulling those all-nighters, from overworking himself, to not eating right... it was a bit of an insecurity for him to be so well-versed in the knowledge of different lifestyles and practices, he doesn't follow them up on his own time. with his downtime, harvey mostly just likes to indulge on his more personal interests—as he is a plane enthusiast. either that's sorting through medical records whilst listening to his radio, or busying himself with his daydreams—harvey finds himself so engrossed in something, he's way too busy thinking about it, than actually doing it!

living with his spouse on the farm, everything felt right. instead of having to live off of convenience dinners, he gets to really feel the crunch and texture of your homegrown fruits and vegetables. foods that's he's never been quite fond of—he gets to actually feel what it's like to taste something that's real. he thinks it's a bit silly for him to act so ecstatic over a mere dietary change, but from another perspective, he can understand why he'd be so glad. harvey knew that the little things can impact a person's mood, but he didn't know it'll be at such a high.

with him rambling about his medical trivia, you'd then position your head next to his chest; feeling how his voice reverberates against you. with a gentle smile, he knew what you were doing, as he tucked your head under his chin. as you felt his loving touch on your back, how he just managed to massage each place oh-so well, you knew you made the right decision in marrying a doctor. all the way up to your neck and towards your lowerback, he made sure to pay attention to each little area. you sighed at how his thumbs worked their way into your shoulders, easing any tension that there could've been from your hard work yesterday.

it was his pride and joy, seeing how his work paid off for this right here—this moment.

[2willowlane]

the harvey brainrot is going crazy; i tell you.

male reader, sfw, pining

as the colder seasons drew near, you knew you has to say goodbye to the summer. as you felt the warmth of the sun kiss your skin for the last time, you woke up to the chill, autumn's day—leaves scattered around your front porch, the smell of mushrooms and spice, and overheard crowing of the birds outside gave it all away. you already got out of bed, haven made your room and ate breakfast. it had became a daily habit for you to stop by the clinic at around 9am. with being the new guy in town, you knew that not everyone would be comfortable and friendly at first. now? you're proud of how you held yourself so far.

if there was something that motivated you, you knew that saying hello to the local town doctor was the answer. you're surprised by how harvey always manages to spend some time with you; no matter if it was a lengthy, verbose conversation—or, a rather mellow hang out session behind closed doors. how harvey adored being able to speak with you, asking for you to chat. he could listen to your voice for hours and hours...

harvey was one to be bit insecure in his masculinity, as he felt that he was more comfortable expressing himself in a more emotionally vulnerable way. he never knew that a man would ever want to take interest in him of all people. he was certain he wouldn't have made a great boyfriend, and that he was destined to be alone forever, it seemed, as his anxieties and worries get the best of him at times.

harvey wasn't in the greatest shape, even if he was the most educated on the health and wellness of the human body. his poor eating habits reflected on his lifestyle, since he never had much time to stay home and cook for himself. even then, if he had at least someone to help take care of, and to love, to hold, to kiss—maybe, that'd bring him some other incentive.

oh, but one could daydream about the new boy in the valley.

as it was nearing the clinic's opening time, harvey managed to wake himself up from being too lost in thought. he should know better by now, as he knows that he shouldn't be insecure over problems teenagers would be having right now. what made it worse, however, was that harvey was self-aware that, yes, his feelings were valid—but, it didn't change how terrible he often felt at times. his interest in aviation has served as a wonderful distraction from the bustling life that he has led so far—even if that was ironic, due to him staying in the rural area of stardew valley.

harvey was beginning to shelf some of the otc medicines at the front desk, until he saw the man he was just thinking about, you, appear. he laughed out in embarrassment, even though he's used to your arrival, he still managed to drop the bottles on the sterile tiles. bending over to then pick them back up again, harvey told you to wait a moment, as he got everything situated. your gentle chuckle at his frantic attempts to get the items in order made his heart skip beats.

"how are you? be careful, there." you said, as you greeted harvey with a gentle smile. you loved how his presence always made you feel like you were floating in the clouds. even in this damp, cold weather—harvey was always your sun. "hopefully, you've been well."

harvey couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate you. he didn't want to ever come off as accidentally clingy; you just made him feel like a little lovesick fool over you. all those nights where he had a pillow pushed up behind his back, pretending that the warmth there was from you instead. those other nights, where he'd bring his cushion up to his chest, hiking his leg up, so he could feel like he was doing his best as your "boyfriend" in protecting you—imagining his hands trace along your back, and all the way up to your face; planting soft kisses on the top of your head. oh, how his pillowcases must feel so loved.

how you held yourself, and your cadence especially, was something that he could study. harvey sometimes copied what you do, and he doesn't mean to! either repeating certain vocabulary, standing in the same posture as you, or simply expressing his best interest in your own personal likes and loves—he knew it was common for people to mirror their crushes... but, never did he knew that he'd fall victim to such behaviours! he didn't know if a guy like him should be reacting in such an emotional way; taking every little thing you do to heart, making sure to remember the tiny things. you were really what he needed, and if you didn't want to be his boyfriend—it's okay! he wants you to be happy and comfortable. just being friends, he's just so glad that you're willing to do this all for him.

"i have! i mean, same old things. wish i had less work. i think it's funny how people assume i'm not terribly busy all of the time..." harvey would then muse; even though he may have a tendency to overshare, he was mainly explaining his thoughts. you knew that you wouldn't make fun of him, as he was comfortable enough to even begin with sharing this to you.

"i think if i were to go to to the city, there'd be thousands of people who could just do the same job. even if there'd be more patients, it feels somewhat too confining-ly corporate." his voice was gentle, as he leaned over the counter. he didn't care of "confining-ly" wasn't even a word. "i do appreciate the business i get around here, from time to time. i wish the clinic didn't have to smell like disinfectant and have that annoying hum of the generator... it feels so out of place, here in pelican town."

you assured him that his place was way better than the aesthetic pollution joja was doing by occupying the valley here. you got a little laugh out of him. "unfortunately, you're right. true, true."

[2willowlane]

mmph. i fell hard for the town doctor already; and i'm in need of some hugs with him </3

gender neutral reader, sfw, romantic/platonic

running the clinic in pelican town wasn't as easy as many think it is. sure, less people does equal to some not-so busy working hours. sorting through medical files, organizing documents, making sure all of the information is up to date... harvey is glad that he has maru taking care of some of the shifts. however, all those restless nights where he had to scramble around for his coffee mug—as the only light source came from his monitor, as he filled in the monotonous "yes/no" questions that would fill up the screen...

it made harvey feel so, so very exhausted already; by just the mere thought of it.

harvey adored his position, as he did slave away hours of his life at medical school for a reason. there was something that connected him with medicine. even if there's something more personal with him and aviation, he could find comfort in knowing that what he did with his life was right. there was something that did urge at him, though, that his dreams of being a pilot felt as if they were just selfish. selfish, in a way, that he only wantes to fulfill what was right for him—not for the countless others that are in need.

though, with time, did come with patience and understanding. he knew that not all dreams can come true; but he wasn't deterred by it. as long as he kept on getting those model planes in the mail, and still listen in on the air traffic every now and then—he was able to enjoy those simple, little delights. at first, the title of "doctor" felt like a burden to harvey, a pang of emotion hitting him whenever he'd be referred as that. it was something a person had to experience; as it was hard for harvey to even begin to place what that feeling meant to him.

wiping his mouth off with the cuff of his olive overcoat, harvey finished drinking his evening coffee in his upstairs apartment. it was around 12pm; the time where he'd enjoy to go outside, trying to not let the stale air of the clinic get to him all too much. even if he just stood outside on that bunch of grass for hours and hours, it always served as a great space to just appreciate what he has here. great friends and job, in an equally great place here in the valley. those moments where the doctor could just relax inside, not having to worry about anything (just yet) was what he lived for. all that hard work then satisfyingly pays off—for the better, really.

as he got up to run some water in the sink, to clean his mug, he heard a gentle knock at the door. he knew who it was exactly. with a gentle grin to himself, harvey went to go place down the cup on the countertop, as he made his way towards the door. opening the door, you knew you probably had just made his day, as he immediately asked how you were doing; oh-so happy to have seen you. with such emotion, you reciprocated harvey's affections, with a heartwarming hug of your own.

"what's gotten you so excited?" you felt his voice reverberate against your chest, your head comfortably next to his; your hands behind his tall, strong back. "not that i mind, however."

harvey allows his friends to come to his apartment; as he not only appreciates the company. it makes him feel also appreciated, that someone would want to spend at least just a moment of their time upstairs. there were times where he hates having such a big space to himself; he knows that it's not the biggest flat, but, he couldn't imagine living in anything greater. it just reminds him of how lonely he could get at times. with his job requiring him to move to this place and that... harvey enjoys knowing that there are still people out there who understand. he doesn't want to be the "busy friend" all of the time; he works because he cares, and he works very hard to at least get a day off—a day off to where he can at least spend his time doing what he enjoys most. namely, being with you.

as you laughed, a bit embarrassed by how you hugged him, you withdrew—still holding onto him. he chuckled by your mumbled apology, and reassured you that everything was okay.

"it's okay! well, glad that you've been well."