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Fandoms ;

Haikyuu ~

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Headcannons Part 1 - Part 2

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Haikyuu boys when they're jealous - Part 2

ᯓᡣ𐭩 An Exchange of Wretched Words I

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Haikyuu boys reacting to your piercing - Part 2

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Red Dead Redemption 2 ~

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Second chance for a dream — (Arthur Morgan)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dad!Arthur headcannons

Works ~

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Forever with you

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Controversial but 100% correct opinion.

Tsukishima’s backstory is SAD and GOOD! I think people dismiss his backstory because he is a snarky bitch, which is 100% true! But his backstory is still sad, and I think that the anime only grazes over it, unlike the manga.

He isn’t just mad that his brother lied to him. HE’S MAD THAT HE BACKED HIS BROTHER INTO A CORNER AND MADE HIM FEEL LIKE HE HAD TO LIEEEEE SO THEY COULD HAVE A RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!! THAT HIS BROTHER HAD TO LIE ABOUT PLAYING VOLLEYBALL BECAUSE TSUKISHIMA LOOKED UP TO HIM BECAUSE HE PLAYED VOLLEYBALL AND DIDN’T WANT TO CRUSH HIS LITTLE BROTHER'S IDOLISED PERCEPTION OF HIM.

In the manga, there is a quote from Tsukishima saying ‘It’s just some dumb club. But I got wrapped up in it like it was all my brother was. In the end, that made him feel like he had to lie to me.’ (The manga doesn’t have page numbers, but it is in chapter 86 of Volume 10.) Yes, he’s annoyed that his brother lied, but he’s angrier that he made his brother feel that he had to lie.

Dare I say, he FEELS GUILTY!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SCARED AND HE DOESN'T WANT THIS 'dumb club' TO SHATTER HIM HOW IT SHATTERED HIS BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!

This is a manga about Volleyball, it's not fucking Berserk!

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Haikyuu Boys °☆ Secret Piercing

Contains : Daichi , Kageyama , Yamaguchi

Cw : Nsfw, petnames, swearing, I haven't got any piercings so probably very wrong depictions of what it's like !! - Not beta read

Sawamura Daichi

• When he notices your nipple piercing poking through your thin t-shirt it took everything in his power not to take you right there and then.

• Really tries to be as respectful as possible with his looks and do it when he hopes you won't notice (of course you do, purposefully pushing your breasts towards him showing it off)

• Eventually he snaps when you change infront of him, the piercing on full display in front of him; how was he not supposed to fuck you stupid after that? - "You're just doing this on purpose aren't you sweetheart? Like seeing me go crazy for you?" "Such a pretty girl, we'll make good use of these"

• Hes definitely one for dominance and I can see him with a slight kink for sadism so pulling on the metal (only after it's healed properly) of the piercing whilst fucking you, watching you squirm away from his touch because its, "just too much" only makes him harder.

• I can see him using those dainty nipple piercing chains.. ♡

• Back onto a softer look of it!

• He would be very adamant on your cleaning of the piercing despite your whines that "it probably won't get infected anyway" because he knows it will, and when it does he'll have to take care of you

• Not that he minds that, he likes having you clinging onto him in your most vulnerable state

• Definitely buys you the vibrating nipple piercings, just incase ;p

Tobio Kageyama

• REFUSES to look. I mean it like he will do anything in his power not to stare at your fresh tounge piercing when you talk

• Not because he doesn't like It but because he likes it a bit too much !

• When you first showed it off to him he just sat on the sofa stunned for a moment before humming in agreement to it. (cue pillow on lap) -

• He seriously just can't help it. His mind is already plagued with you and now he has to think about all the places that warm metal could touch

• You're killing him !!!

• He loves the feel of it on his tounge when you're kissing mmhh he just can't get off you

• You'll definitely be making out a LOT more

• I imagine he'd also be interested in getting one himself but is worried about the pain and effort it would take to look after it

• The effort that could very well be spent on volleyball instead !

• He likes the feel of you teasing his tip with the metal especially after warming it or cooling it - drives him crazyyy!! - "Yeah baby just like that..fuck you don't know what you do to me" "shh stop talking..just wanna feel you my girl"

• Once he embraces the fact he definitely has something for that piercing he won't be shy about it

• Trust you're fucking 24/7, 365 days a year on EVERY surface

Tadashi Yamaguchi

• Now we know this man has piercings already so it's nothing new to him

• He could tell by the fascination you have for his own piercings that you would get one soon enough

• What he wasn't expecting was for you to come home with a new nipple and tounge piercings!!

• He was excited for you watching the tounge piercing shift in your mouth (excited is definitely the word!), but seeing the nipple piercings straining through your top?? now that was a surprise

• You've never seen a man who yearns as much than in that moment

• Instantly he was all over you - kissing and sucking every inch of skin his mouth could reach, his own tounge piercing trailing gently across your skin - "Please baby let me take care of you..just lemme make you feel good please" "Wanna be good for you, please let me be"

• Will definitely play around with the metal from his piercings on yours!

• Helps you to clean and take care of them, after all he's had many years in experience

• Will ask if he can eat you out with the help of his tounge piercing if you'll give him head with yours ♡

• Hes definitely built confidence over the years :p

Can you tell i love the Karasuno boys? ♡

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All pictures taken from Pinterest ♡ Reader is presented as female

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Dad! Arthur headcannons ;

- I cannot imagine Arthur as anything but a girl dad likes yes he loves his daughter akskan !!

- Considering how acts towards the woman in the game he doesn't really believe in certain things being for 'men only'

- But he's still overprotective about it

- Loves to take his little girl fishing and watch her mumble as she talks to the little fishies

- He finds it so so cute akskak

- His favourite time of the day is to come home to you and his little girl around the campfire after a long day of working

- Makes him so happy to just hold his two girls in his lap and finally let all his troubles go

- He really couldn't think of anything better !!

- I can imagine him going to any of the girls in camp for help to try and learn different hairstyles for his little girl

- He finds it so calming to plait her hair and put cute flowers he picked for her on his travels

- (don't worry he picked you some too, a whole bouquet infact !)

- Hates leaving the camp as much after you blessed him with his girl cause he's worried about not having an impact as a father

- Even though he's the best father you could ever ask him to be

- Having a baby girl definitely softened him up but he's still not gonna cry

- Not until he watches his little girl get married atleast

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All pictures taken from Pinterest ♡ Reader is presented as female

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Dad! Arthur headcannons ;

- I cannot imagine Arthur as anything but a girl dad likes yes he loves his daughter akskan !!

- Considering how acts towards the woman in the game he doesn't really believe in certain things being for 'men only'

- But he's still overprotective about it

- Loves to take his little girl fishing and watch her mumble as she talks to the little fishies

- He finds it so so cute akskak

- His favourite time of the day is to come home to you and his little girl around the campfire after a long day of working

- Makes him so happy to just hold his two girls in his lap and finally let all his troubles go

- He really couldn't think of anything better !!

- I can imagine him going to any of the girls in camp for help to try and learn different hairstyles for his little girl

- He finds it so calming to plait her hair and put cute flowers he picked for her on his travels

- (don't worry he picked you some too, a whole bouquet infact !)

- Hates leaving the camp as much after you blessed him with his girl cause he's worried about not having an impact as a father

- Even though he's the best father you could ever ask him to be

- Having a baby girl definitely softened him up but he's still not gonna cry

- Not until he watches his little girl get married atleast

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[avangeline222]

Stay ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹. ݁

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Arthur Morgan x f!reader

word count: 1.1k ish

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warnings: allusion's to sex, prostitution and alcohol, fluff, slight angst, slight Micah harrasment, kissing, affection, clingy/sweet Arthur Morgan, mainly just fluff

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a/n: ahh love Arthur sm, hope you guys enjoy this lmk if you have any requests or want another part or anything but hope you enjoy !

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There was a heaviness to his figure as he lay on her as he held her in the small hotel bed. It wasn't the first time they had been in this situation, a dingy saloon room after a long evening, laying quietly as if trying to draw out the moment long enough to savour for a lifetime. 

"Ah, can I stay like this...just for a moment?" He whispered gruffly against her ear before adding, "I'll pay, double the usual price at least, sugar" He gently nuzzled his nose against her neck and whispered, "Just need to hold you, ain't trying to sound like a creep" 

The emotion in his voice was evident as she held him tighter and whispered, "No need to pay, Mister Morgan" as she gently stroked his hair and added, "I can stay here...no one's waiting on me" 

Of course, he knew that though, as during past sessions they had spoken. He knew she had a family, he also knew she lost everything. Her only income was selling herself, such as shame for such a sweet girl to be trapped in a life like this he always thought. 

He knew she was lonely, and he seemed to notice her quiet and gentle nature hidden beneath the feigned confidence and warmth she radiated. He was too, he was alone, despite his family of the gang, he never felt fully understood or loved. Sure, he had had his moments with Mary and even all that time ago with Eliza, but he still felt lonely. Just him, his horse, and his journal. 

His admiration and infatuation for her started months ago though, back in the winter when the gang set up camp in a small forest near a small cattle town. The town was dingy, cold, and harsh. There were few shops, a gunsmith, a general store, a tailor. The saloon was the main attraction though.

Warmth and festivity radiated from the saloon, the patrons were all drunk and jolly, besides the odd sleaze, the barman was always polite and charming, the music was always being played through the piano by one of the locals. The bar was also full of saloon girls. 

The boys in the gang often enjoyed that part of moving around, getting to go to the new saloon and enjoy the drinks and female attention. That was how he met her after all.

Gracefully, she was perched on a stool at the bar sipping a drink Micah had bought for her, almost trying to drown herself with it to avoid his shameless flirting. Arthur was sat quietly watching and anxiously picking at the sleeves of his shirt. 

She was like an angel, pretty and curvy and preened. An air of softness and purity surrounded her despite her occupation, maybe it was the nervous glance she gave him of the softness of her skin which was littered with freckles that he ached to trace. 

Before he could even blink, he was there in between the pair of them hissing at Micah to leave her alone and to give her some space. After some harsh coaxing Micah was distracted by another woman and left Arthur to talk to her. 

"Thank you, Mister" She murmured gently as she offered her hand to him before adding, "I have a room upstairs...ain't nothing special but I owe you a thank you of some kind...ain't trying to be forward but I'd quite like your company" 

And that was where it began. 

A small innocent evening turned into most night, which turned to her turning away payments, him bringing her little gifts, the odd letter here and there. 

He tried to linger longer and longer after every meeting. He knew he shouldn't, that it was wrong, he was an outlaw, and she was just some poor innocent woman he was tainting. 

But this evening he let himself stay; she let him stay too. He rested his forehead on hers and whispered, "Please, baby" as he felt a lump in his throat, "Don't let me leave yet...I can't, I just-" 

She gently whispered, "Arthur," as she tried to console him but also remind him of the reality, "You said I ain't to let you stay...I ain't supposed to let you in,"

Her words echoed an earlier conversation they had had, one night after their usual meetings they had spoken more than ever. She had told him about her family, her past and what led her to be who she was, the inner workings of her mind, and he had done the same. He begged her to understand as she cried and whispered for him to stay, he told her about his past an outlaw and the millions of reasons why he would hurt or taint her.

"Shh, baby girl that doesn't matter now," He whispered back to her to try to coax her into letting him stay, "Please...just one night, let me be yours for one more night" 

His tears dampened her collarbone as he holds her tightly as he pressed against her bare form under the sheets in an attempt to bind himself to her, wanting to stay close to her forever. 

"Arthur...if I let you stay...I won't be able to let go," She whispered thoughtfully into his ear as she stroked his hair and blinked back tears. He relaxed against her and nuzzled her shoulder gently as he held back sobs and pressed kissed to her shoulder and whispered, "Then keep me here, sugar...don't let me go," as he pulled her impossibly closer and bought his lips to hers. 

They lay kissing for a moment as he started to murmur to her between them, "My beautiful girl...don't want you doing this job no more...need you so badly baby...my beautiful girl...going to make you mine, okay?" as he stroked her hair and desperately kissed her before pulling away to murmur, "I love you, sugar" as he dived back for another kiss.

She gently pulled away to murmur, "I love you too...more even...stay...let me be yours" as he gently nodded and rested his head on her chest and murmured, "Yer my favourite, baby...I'll make a little life for us...can't keep doing this nonsense,"

And he kept that promise, he went out of his way for her, saved her from a life of pleasing sleazes, she became the outlaw's favourite girl. 

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I'm sorry for not posting I've been sent down a kimi ni todoke rabbit hole that I just can't grapple out of 🙁

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Hq boys reacting to s/o having a secret nipple pr tongue piercing💥😝

HQ Boys ~ Secret Piercing

Contains : Nishinoya, Tsukishima, Asahi ♡

CW : Suggestive/Nsfw, Piercings (obviously), pet names.

Yuu Nishinoya

☆ He would be absoloutely feral finding out you got a nipple piercing.

☆ You decided to get it whilst he was on one of his many trips to suprise him when he came home

☆ And oh my was he suprised.

☆ He could see the imprint through your shirt (cause of course he was looking)

☆ And in an instant he started frothing at the mouth, clawing at your shirt to inspect further

☆ Due to the piercings still being fresh you stopped his many attempted touches, instead forcing him to only look

☆ Which he did

☆ a lot.

☆ Constant compliments like, "it looks so good on you baby" "How can someone look so beautiful"

☆ Wants to get a nipple piercing to be matching !!

☆ I can totally imagine him having piercings so he makes sure you take care of it and keep it clean

☆ His favourite things to look at when you're both having sex, telling you how gorgeous you look and how badly he wants to feel them on his tounge and cock.

Kei Tsukishima

♤ Would act meh to it but really it drives him insane seeing your tounge piercing each time you talk

♤ He'd just stare at your mouth wondering what it would feel like..down there

♤ And of course you'd be willing to let him find out ;p

♤ I feel like he'd be the type of person to think the piercing was a stupid idea at first but he'd grow to love it over time

♤ Over time you'd find him kissing you more and more just to feel the cool metal along his tounge

♤ it really gets him going

♤ One of his favourite things to do after the piercing is for you to give him head, he loved it before but afterwards the feeling of your hot tounge in juxtaposition to the cold metal sent him over the edge insanely fast

♤ "A tounge piercing? what are you a child? hm fine" — "hmm? what was that doll, I was just a little..distracted" — "I guess it isn't the worst thing you've ever done"

Azumane Asahi

◇ Was really shocked when he found out not only did you get a tounge piercing but a nipple piercing too?!?!

◇ Absoloutely worships the ground you walk on though like he loves them so much it drives him sodnskdsmms

◇ Will always remind you everyday to clean them

◇ He'll also sketch some drawings of different designs and styles for your piercings !!<33

◇ You'll catch him just staring at them sometimes but he seriously can't help it you're just so perfect he can't help himself

◇ When they're both healed I can imagine him putting vibrating piercings there instead when you two are having sex just to watch the pleasure it gives you ^-^

◇ HE IS SUCH A GIVER !!!!

◇ I can imagine he'll ask you a lot of questions about your piercings like whether or not it hurt a lot

◇ (He wants to try a tounge piercing but too shy for nipple piercing)

◇ "Oh angel they look perfect on you..did that hurt..how long do you have to take care of them..?"

Thank you for the request ♡ Sorry it took so long but I hope its up to the standard you wanted !!<33

[bununiii]

happy valentines i drew the part in rdr2 where kieran escapes the o’driscolls after shady belle and he and mary-beth get married hahahaha😁😁😁 bonus branwen!!!!! i love that this is real!!!!! 🐴🐴

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Second chance

for a dream ᯓᡣ𐭩

Summary : You realise your pregnant but have to tell Arthur the news.

Warnings/Content : Swearing, pregnancy, petnames (especially darling), no specific gender but female implied.

It had been a long, sweltering day at Clemens Point. The tension of the week slowly fading away through camp as everyone relaxes around the campfire, singing songs and reminiscing stories of years long ago.

Despite your initial wanting to join the camp and distract yourself, your mind was running wild with panic as you come to terms with the..issue you discovered today.

You're pregnant.

It's not as if this was an awful thing but it most definitely wasn't ideal. I mean, raising a baby in these circumstances was unfair but at the same time the idea of a baby, something you had dreamed about for so long finally coming true, made the cons seem not so important anymore. The only real panic was how you were to tell Arthur about this.

You and Arthur have been going steady for a while now and your relationship was strong. You still felt that same passion and adoration for the man as you did the first time you'd seen him. The day he bashfully admitted his feelings to you after a successful robbery was a day you'd never forget.

But was a baby what he wanted? You knew his past, with Eliza and Isaac, and you wouldn't blame him one bit if having a family wasn't something he wanted after such a horrible event. But you couldn't stop that small glimmer of hope in your heart, the small dream of Arthur holding your tiny child in his large arms the same way he'd held you all those cold nights.

Your thoughts came to a halt as he opened the flap to the tent where you sat on his cot, hands in your lap as you stared thinking. "everything all right darlin'?" he asked, a small smile still on his face from the campfire tales. Thought it slightly wavered due to the look on your face. "Hey doll..what's the matter?" He said gently, a juxtaposition to his heavy drawl and gruff voice, whilst sitting next to you. His hands instantly falling to the small of your back as comfort.

You loved Arthur dearly, he was always so observant. Though as outlaws, that was a skill you had to learn. This thought brought you back to your initial worry of whether this baby would grow up safe, be able to live a childhood they'd remember as something nostalgic rather than traumatising.

Arthur stared at you expectantly, his eyes shining with concern as he drew imaginary shapes on the skin at your back. No matter if Arthur and you wanted this baby or not, this was happening and there was no going back now.

"Arthur I need to tell you something and it's serious" You says heavily, your hands coming to rest on his legs to both comfort you and him. You see his eyes shift slightly, the concern only slightly fading to a look of fear. His mind running with ideas as he prepared for the worst.

"I'm pregnant.." you spoke, your chest firm as you held your breath. A part of you wanted to close your eyes and run away to avoid the situation as a whole but you knew for the sake of Arthur and the baby you had to be brave.

You watched as his eyes widened with shock, his hands pausing his gentle movements as he stared at you, his eyes drifting down to the small bump of your stomach before shooting back up to your eyes.

"A-are you serious?" his hands firmer on your back now, almost fearful if he let you go you'd dissappear from his life. You stared back at him, your eyes swelling with tears as the reality of the situation hits you.

He leaps forward, his large arms grabbing your frame and pulling you into his chest, your forehead resting beneath his chin. "oh darlin' I don' know what to say.." his voice shaky, his broad shoulders hitching slightly. Was he crying?

"Arthur, are..you okay?" You question, lifting your head slightly off his chest to stare into his eyes. His gaze soft and loving as he carefully caressed your arms.

"I couldn't be happier"

This is my first Red Dead Redemption 2 post so it's not my best writing but I had this idea in my head and wanted to write it down !<3

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Second chance

for a dream ᯓᡣ𐭩

Summary : You realise you're pregnant but have to tell Arthur the news.

Warnings/Content : Swearing, pregnancy, petnames (especially darling), no specific gender but female implied.

It had been a long, sweltering day at Clemens Point. The tension of the week slowly fading away through camp as everyone relaxes around the campfire, singing songs and reminiscing stories of years long ago.

Despite your initial wanting to join the camp and distract yourself, your mind was running wild with panic as you come to terms with the..issue you discovered today.

You're pregnant.

It's not as if this was an awful thing but it most definitely wasn't ideal. I mean, raising a baby in these circumstances was unfair but at the same time the idea of a baby, something you had dreamed about for so long finally coming true, made the cons seem not so important anymore. The only real panic was how you were to tell Arthur about this.

You and Arthur have been going steady for a while now and your relationship was strong. You still felt that same passion and adoration for the man as you did the first time you'd seen him. The day he bashfully admitted his feelings to you after a successful robbery was a day you'd never forget.

But was a baby what he wanted? You knew his past, with Eliza and Isaac, and you wouldn't blame him one bit if having a family wasn't something he wanted after such a horrible event. But you couldn't stop that small glimmer of hope in your heart, the small dream of Arthur holding your tiny child in his large arms the same way he'd held you all those cold nights.

Your thoughts came to a halt as he opened the flap to the tent where you sat on his cot, hands in your lap as you stared thinking. "everything all right darlin'?" he asked, a small smile still on his face from the campfire tales. Thought it slightly wavered due to the look on your face. "Hey doll..what's the matter?" He said gently, a juxtaposition to his heavy drawl and gruff voice, whilst sitting next to you. His hands instantly falling to the small of your back as comfort.

You loved Arthur dearly, he was always so observant. Though as outlaws, that was a skill you had to learn. This thought brought you back to your initial worry of whether this baby would grow up safe, be able to live a childhood they'd remember as something nostalgic rather than traumatising.

Arthur stared at you expectantly, his eyes shining with concern as he drew imaginary shapes on the skin at your back. No matter if Arthur and you wanted this baby or not, this was happening and there was no going back now.

"Arthur I need to tell you something and it's serious" You says heavily, your hands coming to rest on his legs to both comfort you and him. You see his eyes shift slightly, the concern only slightly fading to a look of fear. His mind running with ideas as he prepared for the worst.

"I'm pregnant.." you spoke, your chest firm as you held your breath. A part of you wanted to close your eyes and run away to avoid the situation as a whole but you knew for the sake of Arthur and the baby you had to be brave.

You watched as his eyes widened with shock, his hands pausing his gentle movements as he stared at you, his eyes drifting down to the small bump of your stomach before shooting back up to your eyes.

"A-are you serious?" his hands firmer on your back now, almost fearful if he let you go you'd dissappear from his life. You stared back at him, your eyes swelling with tears as the reality of the situation hits you.

He leaps forward, his large arms grabbing your frame and pulling you into his chest, your forehead resting beneath his chin. "oh darlin' I don' know what to say.." his voice shaky, his broad shoulders hitching slightly. Was he crying?

"Arthur, are..you okay?" You question, lifting your head slightly off his chest to stare into his eyes. His gaze soft and loving as he carefully caressed your arms.

"I couldn't be happier"

This is my first Red Dead Redemption 2 post so it's not my best writing but I had this idea in my head and wanted to write it down !<3

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My brain is rotting with Arthur...I need that burly outlaw badly<3 !!

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just what the doctor ordered - chapter 2

pairing: harvey (sdv) x reader

summary: as a successful lawyer in the city, you’re almost certain that nothing can throw you for a loop. that is, until a visit to your sister’s farm brings you to the small town’s doctor. 

chapter summary: you have your first feast of the winter star in the valley. it’s not at all what you expect it to be.

words: 8.9k

warnings: IDIOTS to lovers, slow burn, yearning, fluff, lots of nerves, your sister is kinda an annoying younger sibling, mentions of drinking/being drunk, no use of y/n, harvey AND you are bad at feelings, trivia night, almost a ‘there was only one bed’ moment, lots of love life meddling, cursing, feast of the winter star celebrations

author’s note: i hope you enjoy the Grade A yearning in this chapter!

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You weren’t sure what exactly you expected when you decided to visit your sister in Stardew Valley for the holiday, but it certainly wasn’t this. In fact, if you’d known that you would be dragging your suitcase and feet through inches of snow just to attempt to get from the train station to her farmhouse, you probably would’ve just stayed home. 

“For fuck’s sake,” you huffed as the two of you approached a vacant-looking spa. You’d barely made it twenty paces away from the train station and your luggage was already soaked and getting more and more difficult to push with every step you took. “Does no one in this place drive a car? Do you have a tractor? A bike? A scooter? I mean, I’ll literally take anything at this point.”

“Okay, Ms. Walkable Cities. This community is walkable. I thought you liked that!”

“I like them when there isn’t snow up to my shins to walk through! Trust me when I say that this,” you gestured to the snow around you, “is not walkable.”

“Fine,” she was clearly fed up with your complaining, but who wouldn’t be? “The mayor has a truck and he owes me a favor. I’ll just ask him to pick us up.”

You shivered as she dialed, hugging your thick coat to yourself and hoping that whoever came to pick you up did so swiftly. That, or death from hypothermia would take you out quickly. Whichever came more expeditiously and relieved you from the neverending suffering that was bitter cold.

“Hey Lewis. I just need a quick favor… No, you definitely owe me one. Remember the-... Yeah, any way I could borrow the truck?… Oh. Oh… Wait, who has it?…. Oh! Well, thanks for letting me know,” your sister hung up on him but remained on her phone, seemingly dialing another number with a newfound smile on her face. 

You weren’t so sure what she was so pleased about. “So he’s not coming? Are you getting us an Uber, or something? Do they have those out here?” you were growing impatient with your situation and would do just about anything to be somewhere with heat and without snow on the ground. 

“Please. Shh,” she hushed you before lifting her phone to her ear once more. You were unsatisfied with this non-answer. 

“Hey! I heard you have Lewis’ truck right now. Any way that you could help me out and give me a ride back to the farm? I think standing out in the cold is giving me a cold…” she forced a cough before continuing. “Ugh, amazing. You’re the best. I’m by the train station, over by the spa… Okay, five minutes. Sounds good. Thanks!”

Your sister looked oddly smug as she put her phone back into her pocket. “Now you owe me one too.”

“Can we just say that I’ve repaid my debt in taking the fall for the billions of broken vases in our childhood? Or all the bottles I donated to your underage wine nights?”

“Fine,” she conceded, clearly more fed up with your incessant complaining than anything else.

“Who’s picking us up?” you asked, as if you really knew anyone in the first place. 

“Oh, you don’t know him.”

You sighed and shook your head. As if the cold temperature and the sensory nightmare of wet pants from the snow weren’t enough, now your sister was cryptically answering your questions. “Okay.”

When the truck pulled up, you were shocked to find none other than Dr. Harvey himself manning the vehicle. So much for not knowing who the driver was. So much for not meddling in each other’s love lives. Although, you supposed that this was accidental. Somehow, you just knew that you would be hearing the word ‘fate’ all weekend. 

Before you could even approach the backseat, your sister took it upon herself to launch herself into the back of the truck, giving you no other option but to sit beside Harvey in the front. 

You took your time throwing your luggage in the bed of the trunk, doing your best to mentally hype yourself up for the encounter. You’d stared down hundreds of men far more intimidating than Harvey in settings far more nerve wracking than the passenger seat of a car. Logically, you knew there was nothing to be concerned about, but in practice, you couldn’t help but feel a massive pit in your stomach. Why was it so debilitating for you to have a little crush? You barely even knew the guy. 

Hesitantly, you opened the door to the vehicle and did your best to avoid eye contact as you sat down in the seat next to the man. You scolded yourself internally for acting so out of character already. “Thanks for picking us up.”

There. That was neutral enough and inoffensive enough that it didn’t give any indication that your heart was currently beating like a hummingbird’s after eight shots of espresso. Not that you should be feeling that way anyway, when your only interaction with him was of him doing his job. Distantly, you wondered how many of his clients had developed crushes on him after a particularly emotionally-loaded physical or minor injury. You tried not to get too carried away, but you couldn’t help but imagine someone waiting for him back in the Valley bringing him a flirty cup of coffee in the morning and batting their lashes incessantly waiting for him to notice their beauty. 

“No problem at all. I had no idea you were coming to town,” He seemed genuinely excited to see you, your imaginary townsperson with long, luscious lashes and great coffee taste be damned. It wasn’t lost on you that he skipped right past your smug sibling in the backseat to talk with you. “How’s the hand?”

“Fully recovered,” you lifted your hand to illustrate your words. You wondered if he noticed your freshly manicured nails as he briefly glanced at your hands, before fixing his eyes on the windshield once more. Man, was he focused on getting you two home safely. There was something so attractive about a responsible driver. You scolded yourself once more on how easy it was for you to swoon over ridiculous things when you had a crush. 

“That’s what I like to hear. What brings you to town?” Despite the fact that his vision was trained ahead of you, you were sure that he would feel your eyes watching him if you admired his side profile a bit too hard, so you decided to force your gaze away—turning to watch the slowly moving scenery and attempting to calm your climbing nerves. 

“Oh, just visiting to celebrate the holiday. We usually spend it at my place, but I thought it might be fun to switch it up this year. The Winter Star festivities in the city can get a little repetitive.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to visit the Zuzu Holiday Market. It seems like a lot of fun,” Harvey responded.

“It is fun, don’t get me wrong, but there are only so many times that you can drink extra chocolatey hot chocolate and go ice skating ‘til your sister vomits in a bush before you get bored,” you laughed as you recalled the event, though you were mortified at the time.

“Are you serious? That was one time! And I had food poisoning!” your sibling finally spoke up. 

You did little to hide your amusement. Since she got you into this predicament in the first place, the least you could do was embarrass her a little bit too. 

“Anyway, you’re free to stay with me if you’d ever like to go,” you paused, wondering if your words were too suggestive or overly friendly for someone you’d only met once. “I also know a few good hotels nearby, so…”

It wasn’t the best save, but it was certainly better than nothing. 

“That’s so kind of you to offer! I don’t know if I’ll be going any time soon, but I appreciate it.” You cringed internally as he spoke, knowing you shouldn’t have been so overzealous. You reminded yourself that you had only met once before this point, and it was in a fully professional capacity, but in the corner of your eye, you caught Harvey looking at you for a split second and… was he blushing?

Though you’d only made it to square one-and-a-quarter, with one little glance, you were suddenly back at square one, butterflies dancing in your stomach and heat crawling up your neck.

“Well, it’s the least I can do after you fixed my hand,” you laughed awkwardly, once again rendered useless by your feelings. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as both of you attempted to gather yourselves and you began to fantasize about melting into the passenger seat of the truck. Somehow, the goopy puddle of yourself would be less embarrassing than you now.

“Anyway, we’re going to trivia tonight,” your sister interjected, clearly fed up with getting second hand embarrassment from you. “Are you coming too?”

“I was kinda on the fence. I need to do a few things to prepare for flu season and-” Harvey began to explain before being abruptly cut off.

“Oh, come on, Harvo. The town isn’t gonna collapse if you take one night off. Besides, it’s a tradition to do Winter Star Eve trivia! We missed you last year. Although, Maru and I still kicked ass.”

Harvey looked to your sister in the rearview mirror, then to you, then back at the road. “Alright, I’ll come. But only because I need to see if you and Maru are who you claim to be.”

“I knew you had it in you. Cold and flu season can wait,” she seemed oddly satisfied with herself in the same way she seemed a little proud of herself after she got off the phone with Harvey. You couldn’t help but feel like the woman had something up her sleeve.

You somehow made it through the rest of the short drive without embarrassing yourself too badly, though you might’ve been slightly too enthusiastic as you thanked Harvey for the ride and bid him farewell. As if you hadn’t had enough humiliation for one lifetime in the span of ten minutes, your sister felt no need to give you any sort of break.

“That was an accident, by the way. But… Harvey’s been asking me about you,” your sister wasted no time addressing the elephant in the room as the two of you dragged your luggage up to where you’d be staying. Part of you wanted to whack her with your suitcase. The other part of you wanted to ask for more information–to hear every single detail about what he said and how he said it. Did he blush as he asked? Did he look really interested? Did he say anything about wanting to see you again?

None of those questions made it past your lips. “Shut up,” was all you could respond with as your cheeks heated up enough to melt the snowy ground outside.

“I’m serious! Whenever I stop by the clinic he asks me what you’re up to, how your health is, how you’re healing from your injury,” she went on as she walked you to your room. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s just small talk,” you dismissed as you sat down on the foot of the bed which had been neatly made in anticipation of your arrival. Deep down, you hoped that him asking about you meant something. Realistically, you knew he was just being a considerate friend.

“Eh, you should hear the way he says it. Like you hung the moon and he’s asking for updates on the moon,” she lingered in the doorway, watching you collapse flat on your back.

“That doesn’t even make sense,” you spoke up to the ceiling. It almost felt like if she saw your face, she might be able to read your mind. Not like that would make much difference anyway, as she already saw straight through you and your little crush on the doctor. 

“Whatever,” she somehow made the one word sound like the most exasperated expression ever uttered. You almost wanted to tell her that she sounded like your mother. “The point is, he liked you a lot too. One might even argue that you’re always on his mind.”

“Who said I liked him a lot?” you could feel her skeptical look without even seeing it. 

“Whatever,” she repeated, this time sounding even more fed up. “He liked you a lot, even if it’s completely unreciprocated. We personally think that you two would be cute together.”

“You got that from one interaction you watched? And who is this we?” you asked, though you already had a pretty good idea of who was making up this other mythical person. 

“That’s my cue to leave,” she sidestepped into the hallway. “Be ready to go by seven. And don’t fight fate!” she sing-songed as she disappeared further into the house.

You sighed hard enough to shake the foundations of the building you were in. 

The two of you made it to the saloon early enough to get a booth, your sister looking at the door every few minutes as she very obviously waited for your guests to arrive. She asked you a few questions about how your life was going, but her heart clearly wasn’t really in it. Finally, Maru walked through the door and it was like a switch flicked in her. She was filled with enthusiasm as she waved the other woman down, a toothy grin plastered on her face. The enthusiasm seemed very mutual, as Maru couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off her face as she excitedly talked to your sister about the techy project she was working on. 

Though you didn’t particularly mind observing your sibling act like a lovesick puppy, you didn’t have to third wheel for too long, as shortly after Maru sat down, Harvey joined you at the table. As if you were playing Whac-A-Mole, his arrival prompted your sister to get up, announce she was going to get everyone drinks, and leave. She couldn’t have picked a worse time to leave, as the only thing keeping you feeling somewhat normal in Harvey’s presence was the comfort blanket of other people.

You watched as she talked to the bartender for a particularly long stretch of time, before returning to your booth looking like the cat who caught the cream. For the second time that day, you were struck with the feeling that she had meddled somewhere she knew she shouldn’t have.

“Everything okay?” you asked though you were almost scared to know what she had up her sleeve. 

“Mhm. I’ve just never seen someone so proud to ask for wine at a tavern,” she replied as she distributed your drinks, shamelessly taking a dig at Harvey. Neither Harvey nor Maru seemed particularly phased by the words. If anything, it looked like Maru was holding back a giggle. 

“Is it not your wine?” Harvey asked once she passed him he received his glass. 

“It is. That doesn’t make it any less uncouth,” she replied.

“Just be happy he’s supporting your small, local business,” you chimed in before taking a sip of your own drink. It was much stronger than you expected. Something told you that for the evening you were about to have, you might need that.

Before you could give your sister more shit, the man behind the bar began to make an announcement. 

“Thank you all for coming out tonight. At the request of some of our guests, we’ll only be doing duos trivia tonight. We’ll get started in a bit,” his voice was loud and easily reverberated through the bar, only to be met with a few murmurs and groans from the townspeople at the thought of splitting up their carefully curated team. 

Surely, this was not what your sister was scheming with the bartender to do. After all, she included the idea of doing trivia together as one of the many benefits of spending your Winter Star celebration in Stardew Valley. You looked at the woman in question, who was pointedly making an effort not to look back at you. You’d seen enough guilty people in your lifetime to know when you were looking at one–and you most certainly were. 

“Team sisters vs. team doctors?” you suggested, partially to confirm your suspicions, partially to see if you could get out of an evening of embarrassment with Harvey. As you should’ve anticipated, your sister immediately shot the offer down.

“No, I think Maru and I are gonna work together. Right?” she continued to avoid eye contact with both you and Harvey, deciding to look at her partner in crime instead.

“That works with me,” the two of them shared a knowing stare. You couldn’t help but feel like you were being left out of some sort of inside joke. You glanced at Harvey to see if he was in on it too, but he looked just as deer-in-headlights as you were sure you did. 

“Bye, old-timers,” your sister bade you farewell as she and Maru quickly got out of the booth and easily found somewhere new to sit. 

“Old timers?” Harvey sputtered. “Thirties is not old!”

You laughed at his indignance. At the very least, your laughter helped to keep some of the nerves that were quickly creeping in at bay.  “You see what I have to put up with? She’s been like this forever.”

“I can only imagine what you two put your parents through,” Harvey laughed right along with you. You wondered if he was feeling even a fraction of the nerves that you currently were. 

“To this day, our family dinners are always a little intense,” you replied, trying to ignore the vision that arose of Harvey being at one of those very family dinners. Would he argue like the rest of you? Or would he sit quietly, only entering the conversation when someone said something particularly shady towards you? Something told you he would do more of the latter than the former. Not that he would ever end up with your family in the first place.

The two of you wordlessly sipped your drinks, the silence awkward and almost unbearable. After a series of awkward, chemistry-less dates, you’d forgotten how socially clumsy having a crush made you feel. Usually, small talk came easy to you—in fact, you could probably speak uninterrupted for a whole hour if given the chance, but when it came to socializing with the man in front of you, you struggled. 

“So, you already know why I’m here, but what brought you here?” you finally spoke up, opting to look down at your drink rather than at the man across the table from you. If only your boss could see you now–you were sure you’d be fired in a heartbeat. But you didn’t want to be a hotshot attorney around Harvey, you just wanted to be… you. And if that meant you were an awkward pool of nerves around him, then so be it. 

“I mean, you were there. Your sister invited me,” he looked slightly confused by your question. 

“No, I mean,” you laughed, feeling even more of the tension in your body melt away with the action. “What brought you to the valley?”

“Oh,” the man in front of you looked more like a tomato than a human. At least you had some confirmation that you weren’t the only one feeling incredibly awkward. “Sorry. I tried out the city for a bit, went to school there, did my residency there, but it was… a lot. I wanted to settle somewhere a little more quiet, so…”

“So you picked the most quiet place possible?” you finished his sentence for him. 

“Well, yeah. I guess I did. It wasn’t fully on purpose, but I saw a job posting that said the previous owner was set to retire, and the timing just worked out well. I finished up my residency, came here and shadowed her for a few months, and the rest is history.”

“But you like it here?” you asked, finally making eye contact with the man—which proved to be a mistake, as the butterflies in your stomach took that as their cue to take flight. 

“I do. I feel like I get to know my patients a lot better than if I were a doctor elsewhere. Although, it feels like most people here view me as only the doctor and nothing else. I’m sure it’s similar for you, being an attorney.”

“I can’t exactly say I relate. A lot of our clients are corporations, and despite what the government might say, they are very much not people. But it definitely comes with its own set of issues. There’s a level of anonymity you get being in the city. I’m sure you remember. It’s oddly… lonely? Sometimes. I almost wonder if I’d feel it less if I lived somewhere like this.”

“Would you?” he paused to take a sip of his drink. As he lifted it up to his mouth, you noticed the slight shake of his hands. If you weren’t sure before that he was nervous, you were absolutely certain now. That had to be a good sign, right? Unless he was anxious about being left alone with someone like you, who obviously had a crush on him and was doing a terrible job at concealing it. The thought of making Harvey uncomfortable immediately made you nauseous. 

“Hmm?” you were so lost in your thoughts that you could barely process his words.

“Would you ever live in a place like this?” he clarified.

You glanced around the buzzing bar, watching friends double over with laughter as they talked, and patrons who were surely regulars giving the bartenders a hard time. There was no doubt that the Valley was charming, with its picturesque landscape and interesting inhabitants. You thought about your sister, who easily made a life for herself there in only a matter of years, then yourself, who spent what felt like a lifetime making the version of your life that you always thought you wanted. You felt a lump grow in your throat. 

“I don’t know. I think I’d get bored. It doesn’t really seem like anyone here needs legal assistance, so I don’t know what I’d be doing all day other than twirling my thumbs and bothering my sister.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” on his face, you read what almost looked like disappointment. Maybe you were just projecting onto him, but more than anything, it seemed like he just needed a friend. It had to be difficult to only be seen as just your career, not as a whole person. Maybe that was why he’d taken such a liking to you right off the bat, if your sister’s words had any credence. 

“I guess I could follow her footsteps and be a farmer. But I’d really be no good at it. I mean, you saw how that worked out for me,” you openly referenced your accident with the jar.

Your conversation was interrupted by a blue-haired woman dropping off a white board and marker at your table. 

“Good luck!” she said enthusiastically, her gaze lingering on you for an extra moment. You guessed you shouldn’t be so shocked that the town was intrigued by outsiders when they probably had very few visitors. 

At any rate, you were slightly thankful that her interruption gave you an opportunity to take the conversation in a different direction. You didn’t exactly want to dump all of your problems on Harvey during your first non-work related outing. 

“Are you any good at trivia?” you asked once you finished off your drink. 

“I’m alright,” he shrugged. “I enjoy reading and learning in general, so I’d like to think that I know some stuff.”

“Good, because I’m absolutely useless,” you flashed him a smile, working some of that courtroom charm. Internally, you reprimanded yourself for not being yourself, but it was sometimes easier to put on a mask of confidence, than to be your boring, true self.

“I doubt that,” he reassured you. You tried to ignore the way that he consistently spoke so highly of you made you feel. You weren’t sure why or how someone who knew you so little was so willing to compliment you.

“Oh trust me, you’ll see.”

The first few questions weren’t too bad, with most groups having the correct answer on their shared white board. With Harvey as your scribe—his penmanship surprisingly legible for a doctor—the two of you quickly made your way up the leaderboard. 

Though you both knew a good share of the answers, there was something about the way Harvey looked at you after you answered a particularly difficult question that left the rest of the room stumped. In fact, he looked at you like there wasn’t a single other soul in the room. It both excited and terrified you. While you couldn’t pinpoint the exact way it made you feel, the one thing that you were sure about was wanting to climb over the table and kiss him until your lips went numb. But maybe that was just the two extra glasses of wine speaking–although you weren’t totally sure it was.

As the game came to a close, your score was tied with two other groups. It was just your luck that the final question was one about an obscure television program that just happened to be one of your favorites growing up. You leaned across the table to whisper the answer in Harvey’s ear, paranoid that another group might overhear, but finding yourself feeling mildly intoxicated by your proximity to him. You barely kept your composure enough to not let on to the burning feeling deep inside of you. 

You watched nervously as Harvey lifted the whiteboard with your answer, and somehow, you two managed to be the only team to get it right. The man behind the bar announced the two of you as the winners, leading you to cheer amongst the collective groan in the tavern. 

“How did you know that?” he asked in awe, green eyes practically sparkling at you. You recalled what your sister said about him earlier, and how he spoke about you like you hung the moon. Right now, he was looking at you as if you’d done just that. 

“I don’t know, I just did,” you shrugged and laughed, doing your best to push down the butterflies that were aggressively flapping their wings in your stomach. 

“I can’t believe you tried to tell me you’re bad at this! You’re amazing! Is there anything you can’t do?” he began to gush, and you couldn’t lie, the way he was speaking about you was definitely doing something for you. 

“Oh please. You should see me attempt anything that requires any sort of hand-eye coordination,” you dismissed, though you were quite pleased with his praise. 

“I don’t believe you,” he laughed, clearly feeling more loose from the few glasses of wine you shared. “I don’t believe you at all. You’re just trying to be humble. I mean, smart, beautiful, charismatic... What don’t you have? No wonder you would wanna understate your talents.”

Did he just call you beautiful?

The two of you seemed to have this realization at the same time, both of your brows shooting up in surprise as the tomato made a return for what must’ve been the third time that night. 

“I’m sorry, I-“

Your lips were loose with alcohol, which became abundantly clear as you spoke. “Nothing to be sorry about. You’re not too hard on the eyes either. In fact, when we were in the clinic and my heart was racing, it was because-”

“Hey!” your sister announced her presence with her booming voice. From the one word and the way she was leaning on Maru, you could tell that the two of them certainly had more to drink than you and Harvey. “I declare foul play. I wanna rematch.”

“I don’t think you’re in any state for a rematch,” you commented as you took in her slightly disheveled appearance. 

“Whatever, cheaters,” you giggled at the vitriol in her voice. “Oh please. This is not a laughing matter.”

“I think that means it’s time to go home?” you suggested. 

Your sister sat down next to you in the booth. “It means the opposite, actually. The night’s just beginning!”

“Speak for yourself, I’m going home,” Maru yawned and stretched her arms to portray just how tired she was.

“Let me walk you home,” Harvey offered, ever the kind-hearted man. In a split second, you wrote a narrative in your head that he wanted to stay and talk to you until the sun came up, but prioritized the safety of his friend and co-worker. You couldn’t think of one person you’d seen in the past three years who would do the same. As quickly as the thought came up, you reminded yourself that you and Harvey were not seeing each other. In fact, you were basically still strangers. Strangers who complimented each other’s appearance after winning the town’s trivia night.

Moments after the two of them left, you suggested to your sister that the two of you follow suit. It seemed like most people were on their way out, and you didn’t want to draw any more attention to yourself by being labeled: The Sister from the City Who Stays Out Way Too Long.

Luckily, your sister was on the same page for the most part, before she had a sudden realization, “Wait, I need to walk Maru home first.”

“Harvey’s walking her back already,” you reminded her, but that did little to stop her from shooting up from the booth and heading right out of the tavern. You quietly cursed to yourself as you grabbed your belongings and ran after your sister.

Much to your chagrin, when you stepped outside, you discovered your sister chasing after a set of footsteps imprinted in freshly fallen snow. You sighed and followed her briskly, not pleased by the snow landing on your skin and the flashbacks of trying to collect your high schooler sibling after she called you begging to stay the night at your apartment, claiming that your parents would kill her if they found out she snuck out.

After even more cursing under your breath, you finally caught up with your sister, who was absolutely delighted to now be walking with her friends. 

“Oh Maru, I thought you were gone for good,” she blubbered as she hugged her tightly. “Never do that to me again.”

What she was requesting she never do again, you weren’t quite sure. 

“Never again,” she promised, embracing your sister securely. It was surprisingly earnest, despite the fact that you had absolutely no idea what the two of them were on about.

You looked at Harvey, whose foggy glasses prevented you from fully reading his expression. You would have to ask him about this later. 

After all of the theatrics, Maru made it home safely, with the two women embracing once more on her doorstep. Now, you’d had your fair share of drunken, overenthusiastic platonic affection, and from your reading of the situation, this was nothing of the sort. You looked to Harvey again to see if he was seeing this too, and he looked almost as puzzled as you. 

The two finally broke apart once Maru announced that she was cold and going inside, leaving you to trek all the way back to your farm. That, you were not all that excited about. 

“Now that she mentioned it, I’m cold too,” your sister stated. It seemed like the alcohol coat only lasted so long before the fact that she left her actual coat in the saloon caught up to her. While in any other situation you would’ve grabbed it for her, you were far more focused on actually catching your sibling on the run than checking what she did or didn’t leave behind. Besides, it was a small town. Surely, the owner of the tavern would have it safely inside for her. He might even throw it in the washer and dryer for her, leaving it folded and clean for when she picked it up.

“I’m honestly surprised that you lasted this long without it,” you chuckled as you slipped your coat off your own shoulders and onto hers, hoping that your hefty sweater would be sufficient enough to keep you warm on your way back home. You only made it a few steps in the direction you were going before you realized that would unfortunately not be the case.

Your sister spoke up yet again, somehow even more chatty drunk than she was sober. “Can we just stay in the clinic? It’s so much closer. And there are beds,” she seemed to be asking you more than she was asking Harvey, which confused you a little bit—but you simply added that to the long list of things that left you slightly confused that night. 

You didn’t dwell on it for too long, as it turned out that you were absolutely freezing without a coat. In fact, your teeth were beginning to chatter. Luckily for you, the game of Musical Coats continued when the doctor standing next to you offered his own coat to you. 

You didn’t even have to say a word and he noticed.

You looked over at Harvey as if to say, “Seriously?” and he smiled and nodded back to you. You tried your best not to swoon too hard, though every interaction with him was making that more and more of an uphill battle. You attempted to write it off as a considerate doctor looking out for someone who might get sick from the cold, but deep down, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“That’s fine with me. The clinic’s not too far from us,” he explained to you as you snuggled into his blue overcoat. It was still quite warm from his body heat and smelled exactly like the cologne you’d gotten a whiff of during your exam. You wanted no more than to drown in the masculine scent. 

It didn’t take too much more trudging to get to his place, and after Harvey unlocked the door to the clinic, your sister wasted no time disappearing into an exam room and making herself right at home on a cot. 

“Thanks for letting us stay the night. I had no clue she was just gonna invite us to your place like this,” you attempted to apologize. As you looked up at Harvey, the difference in your heights caught you a bit off guard. You would have to store that information in your mind for a later date. 

“It’s not a problem at all. I told you, you’re welcome any time here. The beds are just around the corner to your right, if you’d like to lay down too,” he explained as he turned the lights to the clinic on. 

“You know, I’m not all that tired,” you weren’t exactly sure what you were doing, other than trying to extend your time with Harvey. You were emboldened by the evening you’d had, feeling far less unsure about the feelings of the man in front of you than you did just a few hours ago. 

“Oh? I can walk you to the farm, if you want,” he offered, looking at you very sweetly.

He was so kind and so clueless. You were pretty sure that you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you—but you were getting way ahead of yourself there. 

“No, you’ve already done more than enough for us tonight,” you glanced at the coat you were still donning as if to remind him of his sweet gesture. You did your best to allow him to take control of the situation, not wanting to impede further on him than you already had. 

“Hmm. Could I interest you in a cup of coffee? It’s decaf, but-“

“Absolutely,” you wasted no time answering.

That was how you ended up in Harvey’s apartment, nosily looking through the decor in the room as you attempted to put the pieces together of who he really was when he wasn’t working with patients.

“What’s this?” you asked as you bent over the display, careful not to touch anything and possibly mess something up.

“Oh, um… these are some model planes I built… do you like them?” he asked, the nerves in his voice not at all lost on you. 

“These are cool as hell,” you affirmed, sitting down at the desk and leaning over so you could get a closer look. You pointed at a contraption with a pair of bulky headphones attached to it. “What’s this?”

“Oh, it’s kinda like a radio, but for flights. You can talk to pilots through it,” Harvey explained, using the hand not occupied by mugs of coffee to pull over a chair. 

“Can I try it?” you asked, unsure of what possessed you to do so. 

“I can’t guarantee we’ll make contact with anyone, but of course.”

He gently sat the headphones on your head, careful not to mess with your hair, and began to fidget with the radio until static stopped coming through the device. 

“Are you sure your true calling in life wasn’t to be a pilot?” you asked jokingly, gazing at him with as much adoration as he gave you at the saloon. He was simply too cute with his hobby he knew so much about and his inebriating proximity to you. 

“It kinda was, before I realized that the world isn’t always supposed to be blurry and that I have a crippling fear of heights,” he responded, still focused on the device in front of him and not on you.

“Oh no! Are you serious?” you frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to joke about something that-“

“Please don’t feel bad. You couldn’t have known. Besides, I still found a way to enjoy it,” he looked at you again, a soft twinkle in his eye despite discussing something that couldn’t have been pleasant to experience.

You took the headphone set off and softly set it back down on the table. 

“And if I never became a doctor, I never would’ve come to this town, or met you-or uh, any of the other great people here.”

Your expression softened. He was sitting so close to you, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch his pink cheek before pulling him in for a-

“I’m glad you were still able to find work that was meaningful for you,” you looked at him and a strand of curled hair in his face that you desperately wanted to push back. “You know, I used to want to be a baker more than anything else in the world.”

“What happened?” Harvey asked, looking at you a little anxiously–although, you couldn’t be too sure that it wasn’t just his default expression. 

“Nothing too tragic. I just realized how unrealistic it all was. The good thing for me was that I was booksmart and liked to argue, so I had that to fall back on. I just settle for sending my friends a loaf of bread, or leaving anonymous cookies in the office every now and then.”

“I’m sure they appreciate that. I know I wouldn’t mind some surprise sourdough every now and then.”

“Next time I come to town, I’ll bring you some,” you promised. 

“If it’s not too much of a hassle, I would love that,” he smiled softly at you. Were you crazy, or had the two of you leaned in closer and closer since your conversation began?

You yawned, catching yourself by surprise. Running on the fuel of adrenaline that you got from being around the first man in a long time to make you feel anything, you hadn’t realized just how tired you were. 

“My offer still stands to walk you home,” Harvey reiterated before leaning back in his chair. 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just sleep on one of the cots,” you insisted, though the thought of getting poor sleep on a stiff, sterilized cot seemed extraordinarily unappealing.

“They’re really uncomfortable,” he commented, looking down at his model planes and not at you. 

“I mean, if you want me to go home, I can go home,” you offered, though the rejection slightly stung, especially after the night the two of you just had. 

“No! I meant, you can sleep in my bed,” his eyes met yours, then were pulled back to the table. “If you’d like.”

“Oh!” your cheeks heated, as did the man across from you.

“I’m so sorry, I meant, you can have my bed. I’ll just sleep on my couch tonight.”

“Oh,” you laughed at the misunderstanding, though you certainly wouldn’t have minded sharing a bed with Harvey in any capacity. “Are you sure?”

“No worries at all.”

After declining an offer to borrow some of his pajamas (your heart could only handle so much in one evening), you settled in Harvey’s bed, impressed by how soft the mattress was. You were grateful that the lights were off and that he was on the other side of the room, as you wasted no time grabbing one of his pillows and inhaling deeply. Unsurprisingly, it smelled just like him, and it quickly lulled you right to sleep. 

In the morning, you woke up to the familiar scent of more coffee and the sound of your sister and Harvey conversing in the nearby kitchen. You sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, squinting as you looked into the room to confirm what you thought you’d heard and smelled. The two of them stood in the kitchen, alternating between washing dishes and sipping something from mugs. They must’ve had breakfast while you slept. 

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” your sister announced as soon as she caught sight of you and your bed-head. “You look like you slept well.”

“What can I say? This is a very comfortable mattress,” you leaned over the side of the bed to gather a few of your belongings. 

“Would you like to stay for breakfast? We made you a plate,” Harvey offered kindly. You felt your heart bang against your ribcage as you recalled your evening, and you worried that the organ might actually explode in your chest. 

“Thank you, but I’m not super hungry,” you threw your legs over the side of the bed and stood up with a slight urgency. “Well, thanks for letting us stay over, Harvey. We’ll see you tonight.”

“Harvey told me all about the night you two had,” your sister boasted, clearly trying to get you to admit to something that didn’t happen. 

This was a familiar song and dance to you. For the longest time, your younger sibling was a master at manipulation, getting you to confess to things you didn’t do to cover her ass or make her look better to your family. That was before you went to law school. Now, your days of being manipulated were far in the past.

“So he must’ve told you how his back hurt from sleeping on the couch last night,” you easily retorted, not falling for her antics. 

“You made him sleep on the couch? That’s cold. Even for you,” she sucked her teeth to emphasize her facetious disappointment in you. 

“He offered to sleep there, thank you very much,” you corrected, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of annoyance at the friendly interrogation. It had been so long since you felt anything real for someone romantically, and you didn’t want your connection to be reduced to just a punchline for your sister to tease you with.

“Are you kidding? Have you never picked up a romance novel? That’s when you’re supposed to offer that you share the bed anyway and wake up cuddling.”

“Do you hear yourself? My life is not a corny, pulp fiction romance novel.” At this point, your annoyance now began to fully boil over. Maybe it was misplaced anger at yourself for falling for someone so easily, or frustration over the antics your sister put you through the night prior. Regardless of the cause, the outcome was the same. 

“I’m starting to really question if you even like this guy,” If your sister caught on to your genuine annoyance, she clearly didn’t show it as she continued with her joke. “You shouldn’t lead him on. He’s a sensitive guy, you know?”

“Okay, seriously, enough. I don’t want to talk about this right now with you,” your tone was stern and serious, a far cry from the one your sibling equipped.

“Sorry,” she looked and sounded genuinely remorseful, with guilt quickly taking over her features. “I’m so hungover right now,” she deflected, as if that would absolve her of her sins. You’d never seen anything more encapsulating of her behavior as your younger sibling. 

“Do you remember me having to chase you down in the cold?” you asked, partially to shame her, partially to change the subject.

“Unfortunately, yes,” she kicked a pile of snow. “I’m sorry for that too.”

“It’s… it’s okay,” you sighed, figuring that maybe you reacted out of proportion for reasons unbeknownst to her. Usually, the two of you were fine with banter, even when it dealt with touchier subjects. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

You both knew you weren’t just referring to her whiskey-fueled shenanigans. 

“I won’t,” she promised, looking a little bit like the guilty kid who took an extra cookie out of the jar and blamed it on you all over again. “Happy Feast of the Winter Star?” she offered.

“Happy Feast of the Winter Star,” you replied, pulling her in for a side hug. You could never stay mad at her for too long–not when she made you take the fall for her bad behavior as children, and not when she poked fun at your love life now.

There was only so much tagging along with your sister as she made small talk with the people in her town that you could do before you found yourself feeling a terrible combination of awkward, uncomfortable, and unwelcome. Luckily for you, your sister picked up on this rather quickly and suggested that you take a seat where you’d be sitting for the actual feast.

You watched with envy as your sister mingled with the townspeople. It was never particularly pleasant to be singled out, but you would’ve preferred if you weren’t the only person easily labeled an outsider and excluded from the gathering. You wished you were back in your warm apartment, a cinnamon-scented candle wafting into the air as you decorated your tree and watched Winter Star movies from your peripheral vision. Instead, you were left feeling like the awkward, brace-faced girl you were in your adolescence. 

“Happy Feast of the Winter Star,” the words stated behind you caught your attention. After you turned, you were unsurprised to find the voice belonged to Harvey and that he had taken a seat next to you. 

“Happy Feast of the Winter Star to you, too,” you replied, hoping you didn’t sound as pleased as you truly were to see him.

“Did you come here alone?” he sounded genuinely concerned as he asked, as if the mere concept of you celebrating the holiday alone was unacceptable.

“No, my sister and I came together. She was just doing her rounds talking to everyone and I just needed a second to be on my own,” you explained, figuring if anyone would understand needing a break to recharge on your own, it would be Harvey.

“Oh, then I could leave, if you’d like,” he offered. Was he always this polite and considerate of everyone else’s feelings?”

“No, you’re perfectly fine,” you assured him. “It’s always nice chatting with you. Have you exchanged gifts with your person yet?”

“Yeah, Pierre got me a new stethoscope. This might be my fourth new, gifted stethoscope I’ve been gifted since moving here,” he lamented. “Sorry, not to sound ungrateful. Did you get anything?”

You frowned at Harvey’s words. You had an idea that the people in the town struggled to see him as anything other than the town's doctor, but having several separate people all get you the same stereotypical medical gift had to hurt. Distantly, you promised yourself that if you came back next year, you would get him a far better gift. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being disappointed about that,” you affirmed, reaching out to place what you hoped to be a comforting hand on his arm. “My sister and I are swapping gifts tonight. Do you have any idea who she got? She wouldn’t tell me. Not like I know anyone here.”

“I don’t know for sure, but I have my suspicions,” he pointedly looked over to where she was talking enthusiastically with Maru and a man who almost looked related to her. 

“Oh my,” you laughed aloud. “Do you think there’s anything going on with Maru and my sister? I mean, after last night I’m almost certain she has a thing for her. Are they seeing each other?” you questioned.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing. Not to be nosy, but it is a small town and people talk,” he leaned in slightly and lowered his voice as if someone might overhear and do the very same gossiping that the two of you were partaking in now. 

“Tell me more,” you matched his motion by leaning in, excited to finally have the information your sister was depriving you of. 

“Well, at first your sister came by all the time because she genuinely needed medical assistance. I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, but she spent a lot of her first year here passing out. Sometimes from exhaustion, sometimes from fighting things off in the mines. I mean, she pays the clinic more than probably everyone else in this town combined.”

“Seriously? What could she possibly be doing?”

“She’s never told me. Maybe she’s told Maru? That’s the thing. She started coming for medical assistance, then I wasn’t sure if she was getting hurt on purpose just to see Maru. Whenever they’re together it’s all laughs and smiles. You know, one time she woke up after being in the mines, saw me, then asked where Maru was. When I said she had the day off, she declared she was fine and left.”

“Wow. I want to be shocked, but knowing her, it doesn’t seem all that far fetched,” you pulled your gaze away from the two of them to look back at Harvey. “So are they together?”

“I couldn’t tell you. Every time I bring it up to either of them, it’s like they’ve taken an oath of silence.”

“So what’s your diagnosis, Doctor? If you had to guess.”

“If I had to guess? Based on the serious, grade A yearning I’ve observed and the sheer amount of flirting they do in the clinic, I would say they are absolutely lovesick. I’ve never seen two people more infatuated with each other and in denial about it.”

“Hmm…” you hummed as you thought. “I guess I’m glad that she’s got friends here. I’m less glad that her social skills haven’t improved since she was a middle schooler.” you paused once more. “What if we set them up together?”

The words you’d said to your sister the last time you came to visit reverberated in your head. Something about not interfering with each other’s love lives anymore. A counterargument immediately came to mind–your sister already forfeited this agreement when she decided to pull that little stunt at the Saloon. Not that you were particularly mad at it, but the game seemed to already be afoot. It was only fair that you got to play, too. 

“I mean, a friendly nudge couldn’t hurt…” he trailed off. 

“And that’s really all they need,” you agreed. “I would love to help you with this operation, but I don’t see me being very useful with this while I’m in the city.”

Harvey thought for a moment, then seemingly hesitated before he spoke. “Why don’t we exchange numbers? That way we can brainstorm and I can keep you updated if I find anything else out about their status.”

You couldn’t exactly say that was what you were expecting to hear from him, but you certainly couldn’t say that you were mad about his offer either. In fact, getting his number was probably one of the best outcomes you could’ve hoped to accomplish the entire trip–outside of bonding and spending quality time with your sibling. 

You took his device and entered your contact information, feeling like you were on a cloud higher than cloud nine.  

For the rest of the feast, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. You could chalk it up to the collective joy of the community as a young girl set the star-shaped topper on the tree, or the laughter that bounced around the table throughout the meal, but deep down, you knew what it really was. For so long, you’d been happy with your life, but missing and craving one thing—and you finally felt like you had some semblance of a shot at getting it. 

Despite all the less-than-ideal temperatures and the histrionics of your sister after a few drinks, you found that you weren’t so mad that you came to spend the holiday in Stardew Valley after all.

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An Exchange of Wretched Words

Summary : First years reaction after a fight with sensitive!reader.

Includes : Kei Tsukishima, Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Tadashi Yamaguchi

CW : Argument, OOC kinda?, angst, hurt/comfort

Kei Tsukishima -

He knew it was coming. He should have just bit his tounge and let you rant but when has he ever been able to do that? Instead, he yelled back. Yelled horrible, disgusting words at you just to get a reaction. Just to inflict the same pain he felt to you. The guilt bubbled in his stomach, bile rising through his throat at the thought of all he said to you, his reactiveness towards you. He had never laid a hand you, he wouldn't dare. But he knows how his words hurt. Sitting on the sofa, he could hear your sobs hidden and muffled beneath your shared pillows. The image of you curled into a ball on the soft sheets making him far more angry at himself. He wanted to run to you, hold you in his arms and whisper sweet words to you in hope of erasing all the damage he's caused. But the fear inside him, the fear of vulnerability and consequences he's yet to overcome, stops him from moving. He'll knock on the door eventually, letting himself in and sitting beside you with a gentle hand on your hair, caressing it lovingly as he apologises over and over. Until then, he'll sit here and wallow, your cries the only sound in the room.

"Shh I know, I know.."

"Angel I..didn't want this, I didn't mean to say those things to you"

Tobio Kageyama

He hadn't realised the effect his words had on you in the moment, his rage blinding him to your pain. As your eyes widened and tears began to cover you're cheeks, only then had he realised. You storm off in both fury and sadness whilst he watches, heart heavy with regret and despair as he watches you slam the door. He hadn't meant to hurt you, he would never do that purposefully. Especially not to you, someone so dear to his heart. After thinking everything over once more, the disgust at himself showing on his face as he recalls his actions. His pointed fingers, his intimidating stature and degrading words. He walks towards your shared rooms and knocks gently on the rough wood before letting himself in. There you sat, hands in your lap as you stare at the carpet floor. Eyes heavy yet empty, hands slightly shaking, and tear-stained cheeks. He walks over to you and brings you closer to him by a hug. Holding your head to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and shoulders as he lays his head on top of yours. He whispers apologies, rubbing his hands along your skin as he begs for your forgiveness, all pride forgotten. Instead, replaced by his everlasting love for you.

"I'm.. sorry. I'm sorry.."

"You have every right to be upset at me. I wish I could take it back, I really do. I never meant it"

Shoyo Hinata -

He hates arguing with you. Hates it. Your arguments always caused over such petty things. He shouts and accuses you of being selfish and bitter. Something he can't help but feel sounds odd coming from his mouth, something he knows he wouldn't say. Why would he? You weren't selfish, you made him lunch everyday, sat and watched his volleyball games even if you held no Interest. And you certainly weren't bitter, you were the sweetest and most giving person he knew. Instantly, seeing your taken aback face he retracts his statement and rushes to you. He grabs your arms and brings you into a hug, burying your face into his shoulder as he desperately attempts to fix the situation. Feeling your cold tears drop against his bare skin, his guilt becomes too much to bare as he can feel tears swelling his eyes too. You both stand there, holding eachother in sobs, bodies limp and voices low.

"I..I don't know why I said that..i'm so sorry baby"

"Please, please I'm sorry. I love you so much I never meant it baby you know I wouldn't"

Tadashi Yamaguchi

He's not the type to argue with you, instead always making sure to communicate his true feelings. Unfortunately, you caught him off guard during one of his worst days and all the frustration and jealousy he slowly built up came crashing down all at once in a pour of yelling and tears. After realising his mistakes, he too started crying, holding you gently. Whispers of apologies in your ear as he caresses your back, gentle kisses trailing across your nape and arms in a silent apology. His voice gentle, a stark difference to his previous state. He wasn't sure what to do, whether to give you space or stay by your side in silence, a recognition of what he'd done. He'd eventually give you space to breath and recover, going out to the shop to buy flowers and your favourite snacks in an attempt to cheer you up. Once he gets home he'll leave them at your door and wait until you're ready to talk it through. When you are, he'll once again softly hold you as he apologises and explains why he reacted in such a way and how to avoid it happening again.

"I'm sorry my love, I was wrong. I took my anger out on you and that wasn't fair"

"When you're ready to talk I'll be here..always"

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Do u write smut

I haven't before but I'm open to with certain accommodations of course !! Thank you for your ask ♡

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☆ Haikyuu x F!reader Headcannons - Part 2 ☆

includes : Bokuto , Tanaka , Daichi and Kenma !

Warnings : Swearing, nothing else ♡

All characters are automatically aged up but there is no suggestive content so it's up to you to decide ♡

Koutarou Bokuto

• I ACTUALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMG

• He like definitely spoils you !! No matter how much he has to his name it doesn't matter it's all going on you and you have absolutely no say at all!

• Like even if you're just scrolling on your phone and say "omg that's so cute I love that" boom next day it's in his hands for you LIKE HELLO????

• His love language is primarily acts of service and touch so he'll randomly just lay on you throughout the day and give you a million kisses before getting up and just walking away

• At first it was super confusing but now you've learnt to not question things and open your arms in preparation

• Other times or if you aren't a person who's a fan of touch despite his constant reminders of how much he loves you through yelling and public displays, sometimes he likes to just run you a warm bath, finish any tasks you had to do that were left undone or

• ANYTHING LIKE THAT AND ITS JUST THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD !!

• He loves to see you at his games wearing his jeyrsey (mainly because he gets to see you with his last name) and Hinata always points you out, screaming at Bokuto "LOOK ITS YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND !!!"

• Trust me this man is always on the search for engagement rings. One day into the damn relationship and he's already looking at wedding venues

• He can just feel you're the one so why waste time???

• I headcannon he's never really had any past relationships by choice because he was more focused on volleyball than dating and then all of a sudden you came along!

• PDA IS HIS THING. THIS MAN WILL SHOW YOU OFF EVERYWHEREEE !!! Like everyone in the room needs to know he's your man no matter the situation

• He's always holding you in some type of way and most of the time he doesn't even realise it. It's as if he gravitates towards you against his will, not that's he complaining of course!

• HE LOVES YOU WEARING HIS CLOTHES

• He loves waking up to you, hair a mess and his shirt hanging off of one shoulder. There's really no place he'd rather be than with you

Ryuunosuke Tanaka

• SAME AS BOKUTO THIS MAN WILL SHOW YOU OFF TO EVERYONE WITH THE MOST SHIT EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE

• The moment you both started dating he instantly ran to Saeko re-anacting the entire situation, hand gestures and all!!

• He absolutely adores seeing you when he's practicing in the gym, you sitting on the benches just watching him. It makes him fall in love with you again each time

• He loves going on dates with you, whether that's taking you out to a nice candlelight dinner (paid for by Saeko of course) or just sitting in his room laying next to eachother listening to music. Any time with you is time well spent for him.

• He loves bragging about you to Noya exclaiming how he got a cute girlfriend first!!

• The whole team knows you better than you know yourself by now cause he just can't shut up about you

• How could he when there's just so much to love about you!!

• He always tries to act cool and nonchalant infront of you to seem like that type of boyfriend. (It lasts for 10 minutes at most until he inevitably breaks)

• HUGE PDA !!! omfggg people are sick of you guys cause you're ALWAYS hugging, kissing, or just leaving random soft touches on eachother.

• The moment he first saw you he was already planning everything from you're first date to how many kids do you want??

• He stays over yours at times to study with you (by your demand) but can't pay attention cause he's just so lost looking at you

• Such a pretty girl like you deserves to be appreciated !

Kozume Kenma

• Not to crush your dreams but you need to confess to him cause there is NO way he's confessing to you. Nu-uh he is not taking that risk

• Date nights with him mostly consist of either playing a two player game with him cuddled up together with you're favourite takeout, or slow strolls through quite parks together in the late evening as the sun sets

• He loves the way the sun shines across your skin making you look almost ethereal

• He always shares his food with you even if it's his favourite food, he'd rather you both enjoy it together

• He actually really enjoys watching trashy reality tv or stupid movies with you, the both of you laughing and yelling at the absurdity of it

• He's most definitely never dated before so this is all very new for him and he's nervous but wants to be a good boyfriend for you

• Even if sometimes he struggles to be you always remind him how good he is to you and you wouldn't change a thing

• One of his favourite things is to sit in bed with you, your legs across his lap as you read/play on your phone and him playing his games in silence

• Just having you near him makes him feel secure and comfortable, his hand gently rubbing along your leg to hopefully give that same feeling back

• He can't help but smirk at Kuroo's jealousy and constant "How did you get a girlfriend before me!??"

• He doesn't show you off, instead choosing to keep your relationship private from his fans

• You both prefer it that way anyways, hidden away from prying eyes in the comfort of eachother

Sawamura Daichi

• Oh what a hunk of man

• He's such a gentleman. Like Insane. You'll never open a door again in your life so long as he can help it

• Your feet hurt from wearing heels? Fuck it take the clothes off his back he couldn't care less, so long as you're comfortable

• He gets easily frustrated from work or the team so coming home to you sitting on the sofa In his clothes is the highlight of his day

• Sitting on the sofa with you, his head on your soft lap as you're gentle hands run through his dark hair as he rants about his annoying coworkers or the tiring drills

• Looking up at you're beautiful face giving him the most empathetic look as you shower him with affection. He just can't help but hold you closer to him

• I can imagine him as a great chef, like he's so good at cooking everything

• The house always smells like a banging ass meal that's he's cooking up

• There is no TMI in your relationship, everything can and will be shared with no judgement

• I headcannon he has had a bit of experience with dating in the past so he knows what he's doing but still always asks you if you think there's anything he could be doing better just so he's perfect for you

• He doesn't flaunt his relationship with you off to everyone not because he's embarassed but because he knows what others influence can do to a relationship

• And the one person he can't bare to lose is you so I imagine he'd be a more private person

• He loves to keep his hand on you in anyway, your lower back, waist, hips, rubbing your thigh, or holding your hand

• Feeling your skin against his reminds him he's alive

Thank youu for reading I really hope you enjoyed it ♡ I'm so sorry that my uploads are so far between I just really lack motivation (◞‸◟)

BUT IM GONNA TRY AND POST MORE ! So thank you for reading and if you have any requests please send them through my inbox ♡

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Haikyuu Boys when they're jealous ♡

Includes: Tooru Oikawa, Kei Tsukishima and Yuu Nishinoya

Warning: OOC (I'm not sure but warning just incase :3), swearing and obvs jealousy

Kei Tsukishima

Yuu Nishinoya

Tooru Oikawa

I should probably continue the series I've already made but..wheres the fun in that !!

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