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junicult · 1 year

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!! waking up w the bachelors for the first time.

contains ; suggestive content. minor mentions of sex. the morning after fluff. fem implied!farmer. unestablished relationships / new relationship tropes.

harvey.

- for starters, he’s already awake before you even wake up.

- it probably look him forever to fall asleep, too. he didn’t want to move you from lying on his chest, but he was much too aware of his breathing,

- needless to say, he was nervous.

- he had a great night, but he was still frightened to wake you up.

- when you finally did though, a little later then the crack of dawn like you’re used to: you find yourself in bed alone.

- it didn’t take long before the fresh smell of sizzling bacon, and eggs filled your senses.

- shirtless harvey making breakfast in the kitchen. yup.

- when he notices you behind him, he’s quick to kiss you.

- “how are you feeling?” he asks, his hands immediately holding onto your arms.

- “a little sore,” you tease, and he’s instantly flushed and red.

- of course he’s apologizing, and asking if there’s anything he can do to help.

- but mostly, he’s feeling his ego puff up a little. it’s good for him, he needs it.

- what’s even better for his ego is when he feels your fingers gently tracing the lines on his back, and then you’re shooting apologies for being the reason those were there.

- not that he could complain. he feels a serious boost of confidence walking around knowing there’s scratches all up and down his back from your doing.

- absolutely looked at them in the mirror when he got home.

- i’m sry but he’s a doctor. yes he’s shy but he definitely knows what he’s doing w a woman.

sam.

- definitely woke up with nearly his entire body weight on top of yours.

- his arms wrapped around you, keeping you pressed against him whilst completely unconscious.

- you’re moving so gently, trying your absolute best not to wake him up before you see him quietly stir.

- “where are you going?” with the largest frown on his cheeks.

- yes, he understands you have work to do on the farm…but he’s too tired to really care.

- just for today!

- “lay with me for a little. it’s a sunday!” he’s mumbling, sleepy voice and eyes closed while he continues to tug you into him.

- once he’s mildly awake, no longer able to fall asleep, he’s instantly the sweetest.

- “how’d you sleep?” “are you feeling okay?” “is there anything you need?”

- he can’t get over the sight of you from the night before, his face flushed and red just from thinking about it even after hours later.

- loves just running his fingertips up and down your arm, feeling your goosebumps.

- all he wants to do is just kiss you all over, hold you close and express his excitement over being with you.

shane.

- he’s knocked tf out.

- he’s significantly exhausted, not only because you did a number on him but also because it’s been so long since he’s spent the night with anyone.

- he truly feels undeserving, especially when he gets woken up to you planting a soft kiss to his forehead.

- “you made breakfast?” he asks, in utter shock at the display before him.

- you sit in the opposite end of the bed, legs crossed while the both of you pick at the various fruits, eggs, and bacon on the tray.

- he feels a little awkward, but only because he’s never been treated like this before.

- and also because he didn’t expect affection like this afterwards.

- honestly, he probably thought you’d both stop talking to each other.

- he’s relieved to find that’s the opposite.

- “are you…feeling okay? or anything?” he asks, rubbing his hand behind his head.

- you can’t help but laugh, maybe tease him a little for being so awkward: which only eases his nerves.

- insists on cleaning up the dishes.

- he tries not to pay so much attention to the purple blotches on your neck every time you speak to him for the next few days.

sebastian.

- he was nervous.

- it took him a bit to fall asleep, mostly because it usually takes him a while to fall asleep at night: but this took especially long.

- he found himself kind of antsy for the morning.

- although you did converse for a while after finishing: he was still terrified.

- like an entire nights sleep would change your mind about the whole thing and you’d regret it, or something.

- nope, completely wrong.

- he woke up on his own when the floorboards creaked.

- the sun was already up, peeking through the curtains. the large bed beside him was empty, but it didn’t take long to find you.

- “oh! shit, did i wake you?” you ask, hair disheveled and clothes aimlessly thrown on.

- he has to blink back a layer of sleep to take in the sight of you.

- “no, it’s fine.” he yawns, trying to ignore your bare, plush thighs that peek from underneath your t-shirt.

- “i have to get started with work. you can sleep in, don’t worry about it.” your smile makes his heart buzz, and he genuinely wants to decline (mostly because he doesn’t wanna feel like a burden) but your bed was just so comfortable.

- he wakes up literal hours later.

- you’ve already done a handful of chores for the day, and he finds you feeding your cows across the farm.

- he does in fact watch you for a bit. (in the least creepy way.)

- but when you come back inside to check up on him, he’s making you sashimi for lunch.

- “did you sleep well?” you tease, smiling when his cheeks go pink and his eyebrows raise.

alex.

- now, i wanna say he totally planned on waking up before you, make some scrambled eggs and water your plants.

- but he didn’t. in fact, he woke up to complete emptiness in the bed beside him.

- he was silently upset at himself.

- he underestimated how early you wake up every morning.

- luckily, he was able to find you in the kitchen, blissfully humming while making a shared breakfast.

- “g’morning, pretty.” he’s grinning, slightly startling you by wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you into his chest.

- he’s incredibly infatuated with how you look in the morning.

- the sight of your lips all plump, the couple of hickeys on your collar and your loose t-shirt hanging just above your ass.

- sry but he’s already obsessed with how domestic it is.

- he’s definitely thinking things that he’ll keep to himself until your third or fourth morning together.

- “let me help you, please.” he puffs out his lower lip, batting his eyelashes dramatically to watch you scoff.

- grins when you step aside and let him pamper you.

- probably finds himself lingering around longer then intended.

- not that you mind, but he didn’t even realize he hasn’t seen his grandparents all day until the sun was starting to set.

- kisses you goodbye and promises to see you tomorrow.

elliot.

- bros aftercare is INSANE.

- EVEN hours later.

- like ik he’s getting you water, something to eat, rubbing your sore muscles, and just overall worshipping the ground you step on afterwards,

- but even when you wake up in the morning he’s still the same.

- “are you hungry? you should eat.” “no, let me get that for you.” “how are you feeling?”

- he made such a gormet breakfast you were almost too full to do work.

- which of course he’s telling you he’s got it, but you’re not immobile by any means.

- he isn’t anything but romantic.

- he’s all about you, and your pleasure that if anything, you’re just lacking energy in the morning.

- his lips haven’t not touched a single part of ur body, i’m gonna be honest.

- he just wants to praise every inch of you.

- he also loves watching you work. it’s extremely attractive to him.

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504py · 1 month

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Do you have any thoughts on yandere SDV Harvey?🤔

i sure do!!!! i think i got a little carried away 😭😭😭 i hope i delivered!

Yandere Harvey Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, no use of Y/N, munchausen syndrome by proxy, implied murder, implied NSFW, Harvey's a little weird about bodily fluids and food, long post ahead!

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How the relationship started...

Let's say, he knows you outside of his work, and somehow, you're the one person in Stardew Valley who has never entered his clinic before. Honestly, you'd have drawn his attention right then and there because of your strange imperviousness to harm or disease.

Like... You? That farmer who goes down into the mines every other day to fight monsters has never been injured? You, who works day and night to the point of exhaustion has never gotten sick and required medical assistance?

The fact that you weren't one of his patients would worry him to his bones.

Even if you weren't one of his patients, he'd have befriended you outside of work. Perhaps at the saloon, after hours, and one of the very rare times he's seen you relax.

He notices the slight limp as you enter, different from your usual gait. When he asks, you chalk it up to a rock in your boot. Harvey sends you a disapproving stare and a furrowed mustache, and you loosen up.

You tell him you tripped while running away from a slime in the mines. And that you maybe pulled something while running. And maybe you lifted something wrong yesterday and hurt your back. And-

Harvey takes off his glasses to rub at the space between his eyebrows, stressed.

"And not once did you think to come visit me?"

"Thought it would go away if I just slept and drank enough water."

His gaze softens.

"..I really do advise it. Please."

Your fingers play with your glass. He can see a bruise forming on the side of your wrist, and the cuts and calluses on your skin.

"...I'll do it tomorrow."

He sighs slightly.

"Well, since I can't do anything for you right now, I'll at least buy you a drink."

"You can do that?"

"Hey, it numbs the pain. Painkiller." He jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. He realizes he likes the sound of your laugh.

"But- wait, don't take that as real medical advice. Really. Please."

That pulls another laugh out of you, louder, and pink warms his cheeks as he laughs heartily alongside you.

The next evening, Harvey waited all day for you to come in. It was nearing closing hours, and he was worried you had disregarded his advice, but right as he got up to start closing the clinic, the door opens, and there you are, leaves in your hair and your muddy shoes leaving a track on his tiles.

He's elated, he knows he shouldn't be, considering why you're even here, but he's so glad you listened to him, so glad you're here. He looks noticeably flustered, his hair is slightly out of place, his glasses are sliding down his nose, and his tie is loose.

"O-Oh, hey there. You finally came in."

"Were you waiting for me? I apologize. It looked like you were about to close up."

He waves your worries away with a dismissive hand, "Ah, what's one more patient? Come on, you look like you really need my help, anyways."

You follow him into a room, cringing at the muddy mess you leave on the floor.

"Sorry for that- I can clean up after we're done."

Harvey insistently shakes his head, sighing your name, "No, no, can't have you doing that, not in the condition you're in." He motions over to the bed, you sit on the edge of it.

"Besides, I haven't even started my assessment of you yet, but I already know you're gonna need a few days of rest at least. Doctor's orders."

He smiles softly at your annoyed expression, donning his stethoscope as you straighten your posture slightly, readying for him to place the other end of the apparatus on you.

"...See, you've got an abnormal heart rate for someone who is at rest."

He notes the warmth of your skin under his palm, resting against your back.

"Have you been feeling ill recently? Runny nose, coughing, headaches, anything of the sort?"

"U-Uh, no." You shake your head, playing with the fabric of your trousers. Nervous.

"...You seem rather flustered. Any reason?"

Your eyes glance up at his, he cocks his head, and you immediately look back down to your feet.

"...Nah."

Harvey smiles, knowingly, and the rest of the appointment continues as normal.

Expectations...

Following this, he'd be more obvious in his attempts to court you. His courting attempts would feel rather old-fashioned, but I think there's a lot of heart in them. I feel like Harvey would be a little bit of a sucker for romantic things, so you'd definitely be receiving letters, all from a secret admirer, of course.

He is confident that he likes you, but he'd carry a lot of anxiety about being so upfront about it, and that perhaps you wouldn't feel the same way.

The letters he sends you would be brief yet sweet. Short messages to pick you up for the day, just wanting to be a part of your life.

"If you ever feel like all the work you do isn't appreciated, know that I am always here, and I always do. You are doing great."

You'd tell him about the letters you've been receiving, during one of your evenings together at the bar. It'd make him blush. Oh, his letters were so important to you that you had to gush about them to a friend?

"And... What do you think of them? The letters?" His eyes are slightly wider than they should be, but the reflections on his glasses hide his faintly, much-too focused expression.

You shy from his eye contact, "...I think they're really sweet. But honestly, I wish they'd just... say it to me directly instead of hiding like this. I want to communicate, talk to them, y'know? Have a conversation, and stuff.."

Harvey blinks, wets his lips.

"What do you think you'd do if he-" He clears his throat, "-they did?"

You frown a little, mulling over the thought for a bit.

"...I'd go on a few dates with them, see if things work out."

His exhale is shaky, he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Who do you think it is?"

You meet his gaze. His eyes are warm, his cheeks are red too, but that might be the alcohol... Though you realize he's not the type to get flushed when drunk.

"...Is it you?"

His fingers around his glass tremble, and his bottom lip quivers.

"I.. w-well..." He pushes his glasses up, nervously running a hand through his hair. You giggle, and he relaxes.

"Yeah." He smiles warmly.

"Yeah?" You chirp out a laugh again, "I figured."

Although Harvey was usually one who didn't have any problem holding eye-contact at all, now he found himself unable to look at you for too long without getting giddy like a schoolgirl and having to look away to save his racing heart.

That night, you two would be declared a couple. He teased you, wondering where that "first few dates then we'll see how it works out" phase went. You said it was different if it was him, and he had to hide his face in his hands to conceal his boyish, cheesy grin.

His first show of affection would be the next morning, when he brought you a bouquet of flowers to your doorstep, but upon arrival, seeing your expansive field of vegetation, he realized it was perhaps a bit stupid to gift flowers to someone who grows them.

Nonetheless, you accepted them from an embarrassed Harvey gratefully, saying you've wanted to try growing these for a while. Lo and behold, the next time he shows up, with a more thought-out gift this time, he sees a few new flower pots on your front porch.

Harvey as your boyfriend is strangely rather maternal. He tends to be quite the worrywart, always fussing over any cuts or bruises you may get while going about your day, making sure you eat and get enough rest, and always making sure you're dressed properly.

Oh, the different kind of monster Harvey turns into during the winter LOL. He will stay posted by your door, making sure you don't step a foot outside without a thick coat or gloves.

He does enjoy more than he likes to admit, though, when you still feel cold and he has to give you his coat or his scarf. It makes him all smiley and he thinks you look adorable in his clothing.

I think, his deepest desire, is for you to always stay safe, and that he is the one to provide that safety. I mean, with him being a doctor, he is the only person qualified to look after you anyways, but he still does get jealous.

He gets really upset when he's out of the clinic for a bit, and finds out that Maru was the one who tended to your wounds instead of him.

He gets more jealous when you tell him about the work you did that day, and another person was with you.

What do you mean you spent the evening fishing while conversing with Elliott? That could've been him...

What do you mean you spent the afternoon in the library with Penny? Wha- Gunther winked at you!?

Harvey really does want to spend more time with you, but he has a duty to attend to.

Unless...

Punishments...

Maybe, one day, Harvey will stop worrying so much over your health. He'll let you do your thing as you please, though it would hurt him to see you going about your day so haphazardly. But he'll hold back on his usual worried malewife nagging, and just let you do you.

One day, your dangerous lifestyle will catch up on you, and maybe you'll catch a cold, or you'll break a bone. Harvey will be there immediately, much too prepared.

Even though this is what he wanted from this plan, he still cries. He hates seeing you so beat-up, but he couldn't think of any other way to always be by your side. At least the tears blow away any suspicion of his part in this.

It could be a tiny fracture, but he'll still insist you'd need a cast, and that you'd need a wheelchair for the first few weeks. And, of course, Harvey's there to coddle you and help you around.

Maru says she can look after you while Harvey runs the clinic, but he gets uncharacteristically hostile at the mere suggestion of this. If Maru were to keep prying, if she were to find out that your injuries aren't as bad as he says they are, then Harvey might have to resort to more drastic measures.

Murder would be a very difficult thing for Harvey to do, but when he thinks about the life you two have right now- having you rely on him for everything, taking care of you everyday, spending every single moment with each other- his heart feels like it could fall out of his chest at the thought of anyone taking that away from you two.

His access to such a wide array of chemicals and medicines would be terrifying. If anyone threatens this peaceful, perfect life between you two, he could simply inject them with a certain concoction during their routine check-ups, say they needed it, that it was medicine, and it wouldn't even show in an autopsy.

Unfortunately, his tampering with human life extends to you.

Harvey, I think, would get much too enamored by this life you two have made since you've gotten injured.

Being able to dote on you with no restraint, being by your side for every single moment, it was all he could ever dream of.

But all good things come to an end, and your fractured bone would start to heal.

He never thought he'd be capable of lying, not sure if he'd ever done it before, but it's a newfound talent to him. Worries him how good he is at it.

He tells you you need to keep that cast on. That even if you're allowed to use crutches now instead of a wheelchair, that you still need his assistance. He insists that you need him.

Any sort of push-back from you would have his heart pounding. No, no, you can't get up and go back to work. You can't be doing chores on your own, he'll do that- You cannot leave.

Munchausen syndrome by proxy from an actual doctor would be a horrifying thing to go through. Not just any other doctor either, but Harvey, a man who seems so gentle and kind-hearted, a man who is supposed to be your partner.

Sad to say, but I don't think you'd have any way out of this. Your best course of action would be to just let him take care of you as much as he pleases. In due time, he would want to see you get better, so you'll be back to having your freedom in a few months, maybe...

Rewards...

It is pretty comedic saying this after that punishments portion, but Harvey, on more normal days, really is a passive man. He doesn't really have any strange obsessive habits, though he's probably a little weird about fluids...

By that, I mean he'd probably slip a little bit of his saliva or semen into his cooking. He gets a really euphoric rush when he sees you eating that tainted food he made for you. He enjoys that idea that a part of him is mingled in your body now. The other way around goes, too.

When you're sleeping, sometimes you drool, did you know that? You probably don't, because Harvey always wipes it off and licks it. It gives him shivers whenever he does, makes him way more excited than it should.

His libido is not the highest, but that's because I think he makes an active effort to suppress himself. Wants to be good for you. Harvey does have these dirty thoughts pretty often, but he usually just excuses himself to the bathroom for a second to relieve himself when it gets too unbearable. Even then, he dislikes this, since he feels like it'd be a waste of his release, since it's not inside you.

Every day would feel very domestic, he'd tease that you two already act like an old married couple, but he'd secretly hope you'd catch on to the idea he's putting down.

Harvey really does want to get married to you. He honestly, strangely, would act a lot more normally if you two were to be wed. It's like, there is something that exists that ties you two together, so even if you two aren't always by each other's side, he at least finds some comfort in knowing you two are bound forever.

Let's just, uh, hope you don't divorce him... Honestly, at this point, he may have already taken care of Mayor Lewis, so that option won't even be open to you anymore.

Harvey would probably try to pop the question during a little picnic he prepared for the two of you. The box for your engagement ring hidden in the picnic basket, amongst carefully wrapped sandwiches and lunchboxes.

You would pick it up while looking through the basket, wondering what it was. You open it, and Harvey feels like he could faint from how fast his heart is beating.

He stutters a lot, being unable to look you in the eye, then you rest a hand on his shoulder, and he feels alright again.

"I... I'd really like to get married with you, my love. Whaddya say?"

You smile at him, you say yes, and Harvey literally shouts in joy, before roughly taking you in his arms.

He quickly apologizes for being so erratic, but he swears he's never been happier. He just loves you so much.

Even though you two were only fiancés at this point, he'd call you his husband/wife/spouse from time to time, just a slip of the tongue, but he does get shy about it.

Your life together would be relatively the same now, just with some more added affection.

He'd get more comfortable around you, kissing you more often, getting more touchy, wearing less clothing around the house.

Of course, his main core value is still there; to care for you.

When thinking of Harvey's love language, you would, rationally, expect it to be acts of service. However, I posit this; his love language would be allowing himself to be taken care of.

He does get tired, and you do notice. You try to do his chores, try to take care of yourself so he'd have some time to relax, but he always gets fussy about it.

He insists that he can still do it, that he can still do things for you. Perhaps, he's scared that if he's unable to please you, that you'll go elsewhere, fall out of love with him.

You can sense that fear, and you tell him you'll still be here. You tell him to go lie down and rest, and you'll join him when you've finished cleaning up.

The wrinkles on his forehead soften up, so does his gaze, and he nods.

"I... Alright, sweetheart. I'll be waiting. Don't take too long, okay?"

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