Stardew Valley Harvey Oneshots - Harvey x Reader

Earth To Harvey [ ☁️ ]

Harvey first moved to the farm shortly after the two of you got married. He came with many boxes of medical books, a few articles of clothes, and a beloved collection of model airplanes. You had commissioned Robin to add a small room to your house for Harvey's belongings right after you got married, but all he could manage to fit in it were the books, a small table, and a little chair.

You were working in the cellar one day when you noticed some boxes in the corner of the dank room marked with Harvey's name. You opened them up to find the little airplane figures and air radio equipment he didn't have space for. The two of you had been married for a little over a year now and it suddenly occurred to you that Harvey's prized model airplanes and equipment had been in storage the entire time.

You knew Harvey was too complaisant to ever bother you with moving them out of the cellar, but your home was a shared space and you wanted him to be able to have his things out where he could see and use them. When you and Harvey had been dating, the model airplanes were proudly displayed in his little apartment above the clinic. You knew that moving them upstairs would make him ecstatic.

So, today, you invited Robin over while Harvey was at work. She happily agreed to help you build a couple of huge bookcases in your living room to store all of Harvey's medical books, as well as a desk for Harvey's room to put the ground-to-air radio equipment.

It only took a little over an hour for Robin to finish assembling the new furniture. "You have one lucky husband." Robin smiled as you paid her for the work. "You couldn't pay me enough to let Demetrius do this with the house, let alone find me paying someone else to help me do it for him." She chuckled.

"I don't mind." You smiled. "Harvey's more than worth it." You thanked her for the work and started bringing the boxes upstairs. You decided to start by moving all of the books over from his study to the new living room shelves. You had always liked the appearance of old libraries, so you didn't mind having a lot of bookshelves in the center of your home. You hoped Harvey wouldn't care that you had moved them.

It took a couple of hours, but you finally managed to move all of the books over and organize them by author, alphabetically. Next, you set to cleaning your husband's small office. The shelves that the books had been on were dusty, with a few cobbwebs and dead potted plants scattered about the room. It didn't take too long to tidy up, but it left you rather parched.

You headed to the kitchen to get a cold glass of water. You sat at your dining room table and thought about when the two of your first started dating. You fondly remembered how nervous Harvey was to be around you. It took months for him to take you up to his apartment, which was heavily decorated with items that could only be described as "nerdy." You didn't mind, you thought his dorkiness and obsession with planes was adorable.

After your short break, you quickly got to unpacking everything. It seemed that Harvey had taken great care when he had packed his models and equipment away. They were covered in protective styrofoam and bubble wrap. You decided to start with the ground-to-air radio equipment. You moved Harvey's small desk and the little chair over to one side of the room, next to an outlet to plug in the radio and a window to watch the planes go by. You gently and carefully lifted the machine out of the box and set it on the table.

You didn't want to mess with it too much and risk breaking something, so you simply set the headphones on their little stand and plugged the machine in. A few lights turned on and started flickering, but you let it be. Next, you moved on to the model planes.

He probably had close to a hundred planes. You remembered him saying that it had been a hobby of his since he was a teenager. You started unwrapping the individual, tiny wooden planes. It was so interesting to look at them and think about the work your husband had put into each one of them. He put each one of them together and painted every detail by hand. You were in awe of the precision it must of taken him, then again he was a surgeon.