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I DREW HARVEY WITH HARVEY SHAPED BRUSH

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this is peak Craigslist

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Click here to read ch13 of 'A Sea of Glass...' on AO3!

Title: "Stimpy the Doula" Pairing: Harvey x Chloe Fandom: Stardew Valley Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Harvey's sister Claire is in labor, and he's got to be the one to deliver the baby.

CW: Birthing babies, sickening cuteness

Excerpt:

[Chloe’s POV] [May 15th]

I’m scrolling through Pinterest, looking at floral arrangements, as Harvey meticulously paints pastel pink and yellow stripes on my toenails.

Abigail pads behind him, pausing to inspect his work. “You know, if the whole ‘being a doctor’ thing doesn’t pan out, you could always open a nail salon. You’d absolutely kill,” she remarks, loudly slurping the last dregs from her drink.

Nearby, Claire bounces irritably on a yoga ball, scowling. “Yeah, well, it better fucking pan out, because I need this baby OUT.”

Harvey glances calmly at his watch. “I take it that’s another one?”

“FUCK YOU!” Claire growls through gritted teeth.

He chuckles softly. “Seven minutes apart now. Still hanging in there?”

“SHUT UP!”

Harvey rolls his eyes, entirely unfazed. “See if I ever help you birth another baby,” he says dryly, as if his sister isn’t actively in labor on our living room floor while he casually gives me a pedicure.

Claire throws her head back and howls, “GODDAMNIT THIS HURTS! ABBY! THE TENNIS BALLS!”

“Jeez, hang on!” Abigail huffs defensively, rummaging through a bag near the door before pulling out two tennis balls. She glances helplessly at Harvey. “What am I supposed to do with these again?”

“Just roll them on her lower back during contractions. Oh, and please note how long each contraction lasts,” he instructs, carefully painting another stripe on my big toe.

“How do I know when it’s over?” Abby asks, clearly uncertain.

“Oh, trust me, it'll be obvious,” he says mildly, switching from yellow polish to pink.

“WHEN DO I GET THE FUCKING DRUGS, ASSHOLE?!” Claire bellows.

“You requested a natural birth, Claire. No drugs, remember?” Harvey calmly reminds her. “I did warn you. You explicitly told me not to let you cave.”

“I WAS FUCKING WRONG! THAT BRADLEY CLASS SAID I COULD DO THIS, BUT THEY FUCKING LIED!”

“Yeah, personally, I wouldn’t attempt it without drugs myself,” he muses casually. “But the body’s capable of incredible things. Don’t sell yourself short.” He blows gently on my freshly painted toe.

Claire slumps forward, breathing heavily, “Fuck, these are getting intense.”

Harvey glances briefly at Abigail. “Hear how she’s stopped screaming? That means the contraction’s over.”

“Huh. It’s almost like you’ve done this before,” Abby deadpans, jotting down the timing. “That was about a minute.”

A flicker of surprise crosses Harvey’s face, as if that means something significant. I wouldn’t know. The whole thing is surreal, fascinating, and honestly a bit overwhelming to watch. Claire’s water broke several hours ago, and instead of calling Harvey, she waddled on down here in a panic. At some point we’ll have to relocate to the clinic, but for now, she’s decided to labor in our living room.

“How do I make this go faster?” Claire whines miserably. “Five hours already, waaahh I hate it so much.”

“We could start by walking to the clinic,” Harvey suggests lightly, as he closes the nail polish, smiling warmly up at me. “All done, darling girl.”

“You seem awfully relaxed, Dr. Klein,” I tease, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Her labor is refreshingly textbook. I could handle this in my sleep,” he responds breezily, though a sly smile tugs at his lips.

“I think you’ve missed this,” I accuse playfully.

His expression softens, becoming earnest, “I think you’re right.”

Stimpy, my obscenely large ginger tabby cat, has been pacing restlessly around Claire ever since she arrived. He won’t leave her side, occasionally yowling at us, which is entirely out of character for him. He keeps rubbing insistently against her legs, his attention growing more intense right before each contraction hits.

He starts head-butting her again. Claire groans, exhausted, as she reaches down to scratch behind his ears. “Hey, Stimpson. Why am I suddenly so fascinating to you? Trying to help me have this baby or something?”

He offers no answer beyond another enthusiastic head-butt.

“FUCK!”

Harvey glances down at his watch again. “Five minutes that time. Okay, it’s officially time to go,” he announces, getting to his feet and brushing himself off.

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god has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished.

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Harvey / (Cringefail) Farmer pt. 121

fucking. finally

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Click here to read ch12 of 'A Sea of Glass...' on AO3!

Title: "Doctor's Orders" Pairing: Harvey x Chloe Fandom: Stardew Valley Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Two weeks post-surgery, Chloe returns to the clinic for a routine stitch removal and "accidentally" kickstarts a very thorough, extremely unprofessional follow-up appointment.

CW: explicit medical kink, consensual doctor/patient roleplay

Excerpt:

[Chloe’s POV]

It’s been two weeks since my surgery.

Everything was fine. Well, not fine, it was definitely cancer – but they got it all. It was about a 1” round circle worth of scalp that had to go, all told. Almost big enough to need a graft, but they did something called “undermining” that meant they were able to close it without one.

Today is the day the stitches come out, and Harvey agreed to be the one to do it, if only to spare me a four-hour round-trip to the surgeon in Grampleton and back.

It’s noon when I come into the clinic; he told me earlier that his schedule was clear after 11:30.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss Sullivan,” he tuts fondly when he sees me come in through the door, “Whatever brings you in today?”

I hand him a coffee, “Hello doctor, I’m hoping you might be able to help me with something,” I bat my eyelashes at him flirtatiously.

He leans over the front counter on his elbows, hands clasped together, expression turning darkly attractive as he looks up at me over his glasses. “I might, what seems to be the trouble?”

“Hmmmmm, well, I’m afraid I…broke my vagina…?” I wince as I say that, “yeah that didn’t come out nearly as sexy as I hoped for.”

He shakes his head, laughing, “Come on back, let’s look at those stitches.”

He leads me down the hall and into exam room two. AKA: the one with the better overhead lighting and the chair that doesn’t squeak when you breathe near it. He flips the light on, gestures toward the seat.

“You know the drill,” he says, already pulling on gloves. “Straddle the chair. Chin on your arms. No squirming unless you want me to miss.”

“God forbid,” I murmur, climbing into position.

There’s a rustle as he opens the sterile tray, and then a soft snap of elastic as he adjusts the gloves. I can’t see him, but I can feel him close behind me, moving slowly, deliberately, with that gentle, focused energy he always gets when he’s working. Doctor Harvey is hot. There, I said it.

His fingers comb gently through my hair, pinning it carefully up and out of the way with a familiar clip; I’m pretty sure he swiped it from our bathroom drawer this morning.

“Still sore?”

“Little bit. Itches more than anything.”

“That’s good. Means you’re healing,” He leans in closer, his breath warm and teasing against the back of my neck. “You know, most patients manage to avoid inappropriate jokes in the lobby.”

I snort, rolling my eyes even though he can’t see it. “Says the man who’s absolutely eaten me out on his exam room table. Which, by the way, I deeply miss those days.”

By “those days,” I specifically mean the first chaotic, delirious weeks after we first hooked up, when I practically invented reasons to visit the clinic. He’d sneak me back to his office between appointments, and on a few particularly memorable occasions, had me wear a skirt just to expedite the process.

“Mmm,” he hums fondly, fingers lingering lightly against my scalp as he pauses to reminisce. “That was pretty fun. But right now, you’re distracting me from incredibly delicate medical work.” He punctuates the comment with a precise snip and a gentle tug.

“Oof,” I hiss quietly, forcing myself to stay still. “Okay, that one burns.”

“Not a huge surprise. These stitches had a tough job holding everything together, but it’s healing beautifully. Your surgeon did great work.”

I close my eyes briefly, focusing on the comforting weight of his hand braced tenderly against the nape of my neck as he works. There’s something so gentle, so unbearably intimate about it that it makes my heart squeeze tight.

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Click here to read ch11 of 'A Sea of Glass...' on AO3!

Title: "Until the Stars Go Out" Pairing: Harvey x Chloe Fandom: Stardew Valley Rating: Explicit

Summary:

On a beach bathed in moonlight and glitter, Chloe and Harvey share a quiet night surrounded by friends, warmth, and whispered revelations. Beneath the laughter and playful chaos lies a deeper current: a tender exploration of fears, promises, and hopes for a shared future. Between stolen kisses, heart-to-heart conversations, and midnight swimming under the stars, they find comfort in small moments, discovering yet again that home isn't just a place, but each other.

Excerpt:

[Chloe’s POV]

The truck is crammed full of treasures for tonight's revelry: a cooler brimming with chilled wine and electric-blue Blue Juice, stacks of cups balanced precariously, blankets and chairs wedged haphazardly alongside snacks of dubious nutritional value, a borderline-concerning number of glow sticks, and, perhaps most alarmingly, a crate overflowing with homemade fireworks. I’ve got a couple mortars in there that promise a spectacularly questionable show: one that'll either dazzle or deeply unsettle the townsfolk. Possibly both.

“WE RIDE AT DAWN!” Abigail bellows like a barbarian queen rallying her troops, dramatically slamming her empty mushroom Blue Juice cup down so hard it echoes through the kitchen.

“It’s dusk,” Claire says flatly, visibly unimpressed. “And I’d like to point out this is the second time I’ve had to be sober while watching the rest of you losers disintegrate into tripping goblin mode.”

I stand at the sink, rinsing out my cup carefully, avoiding anyone’s direct gaze. “Last chance for god knows how long,” I mumble, trying to keep the anxious note in my voice believable enough for anyone who might overhear.

“Yeah, well, at least you know it’s a last chance,” Claire grumbles as she leans back on the counter, arms crossed defensively over her belly. “I just had a late period and OPE! No more fun for Claire.”

I glance over my shoulder and arch a brow. “Don’t worry, we’ll babysit for you and you can go get wasted with your new friends in, like, six to eight weeks.”

“Psh, you better,” she smirks, then winces slightly as the baby kicks.

“Okay, okay,” Maru interjects with a buzzed kind of purpose. “What’s the plan here? Are we going to the beach now? Is Harvey meeting us there, or do we need to wait for him and his brooding poetry feelings to arrive?”

“I mean,” I say, toweling my hands off on my shorts, “we could always just drive up to the clinic and honk obnoxiously until he emerges like a confused meerkat.”

“Or,” Claire offers, already pulling keys from her bag, “Sofia and I take my car and go straight to the beach. Fewer mushrooms. Less shouting. More sitting.”

“Less fun,” Abigail mutters under her breath.

Claire flips her off with a smirk. “We’ll meet you degenerates there.”

Poor, stunned, wordless Sofia looks like she wants to protest, but one glance at Abigail – who’s now crouching on the kitchen table yelling about road warrior blood rites – and she thinks better of it. “Shotgun,” she says quickly, following Claire out the door.

A few minutes later, the rest of us pile into the truck. Abigail and Maru immediately climb into the bed, clutching the roof of the cab like they’re about to charge into war. Sebastian makes a half-hearted move to follow them but stops when he sees me slide into the driver’s seat and just… pauses.

“I think I’ll ride up front,” he says quietly, opening the passenger door and climbing in beside me.

From behind me, Abigail lets loose a fierce war cry from the truck bed. “Gun it, you magnificent bitch!” she hollers, brandishing a neon pool noodle like a medieval lance ready for combat.

We peel out, roaring down the road toward the sea. Or, well. The road that eventually leads toward the sea. Right now, it’s just the road into town. More specifically, the clinic. And it’s less of a ‘roar’ than a ‘semi-responsible crawl of 10mph’, because even I’m not that stupid to gun it with two people standing up in the back.

After a couple of minutes, we roll up to the clinic. I throw the truck in park and start to drum a beat onto the horn, which seemed cool in theory, but really just sounds like—

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[Harvey’s POV]

My tears are all gone. Peter and I are bleary-eyed and trying to return to some equilibrium.

“Hey,” he nods at me, amused, “we’re like, totally matching.”

I look down, and then over at him. He’s right. We’re both in black t-shirts and jeans. For the first time in at least an hour, I find myself smiling. “Well would you look at that.”

And then, from outside:

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BA-BEEP BA-BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP*

Peter and I exchange glances, heads tilting simultaneously as if choreographed. “Chloe,” we both sigh in perfect unison, sharing a bemused smirk at our synchronized reaction.

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[Chloe’s POV]

I keep leaning and banging on the horn haphazardly until I see a head peek out from behind the curtain upstairs…and then a second. They peek cautiously from behind the upstairs curtain, reminding me of meerkats scanning the horizon for threats. Two identical bespectacled faces stacked neatly in the window—it’s like someone copy-pasted Harvey and forgot to erase the duplicate. Disturbingly identical to the point of unsettling. Like seeing a glitch in the simulation.

Sebastian’s eyes widen, “Oh, um. I gotta take care of something,” he mumbles hastily, practically tumbling out of the truck in his eagerness to dart around back.

I roll down my window. “COME ON LOSERS IT’S NIGHT SWIM TIME, LET’S GOOOOOO!”

The window upstairs opens, a voice calling out, “ABIGAIL! PLEASE PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON! YOU DO NOT NEED TO MOON US!”

“AGREE TO DISAGREE!” she shouts back. I look behind me, and sure enough, she’s bent over, shaking her ass for all it’s worth.

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Click here to read ch10 of 'A Sea of Glass...' on AO3!

Title: "It's Both Out of My Hands, and All My Fault."

Pairing: Harvey x Chloe Fandom: Stardew Valley Rating: Explicit (chapter itself is probably just 'mature')

Summary:

Harvey spends an hour away from Chloe for the first time since her diagnosis and cracks wide open under the weight of everything he’s carrying. A quiet conversation with Peter becomes a reckoning with their past, their shared mistakes, and the terrifying future Harvey can’t stop seeing in his mind.

CW: discussions of cancer and surgical anxiety, intrusive thoughts about death and metastasis, emotionally intense sibling conversations, references to past trauma (parental death, STD transmission), and a whole lot of crying.

Excerpt:

[Harvey’s POV, about one hour earlier from the end of the previous chapter]

We’ve just finished unloading the few loads of things that Claire brought with her. It’s strange to see her in my old apartment, somewhat emptied from when I moved out, but not so much that it doesn’t look like my place.

It’s also strange to be here with Peter. The last time we were here together was when he got so angry at me, he nearly hit me.

It’s been tense with him for a while now, even before that confrontation. I wasn’t there for him in the way he needed when he found out he’d unknowingly passed along a life-long STD to someone else. I hated him for denying his role in it to her, even though I didn’t even know her yet. Not really. But enough to know that I hated him for doing it to her before pretending he didn’t.

Not that I told him that, at the time.

And now she is my wife. And she’s dying. And I don’t even care anymore about what he did. I just want to protect her. To save her. I’m trying to stay strong, and it’s getting harder with each passing breath. It was only a week ago I was bringing her waffles in bed, and she offhandedly told me about a scab on her head.

My whole life has been turned upside down and ripped from the inside out in the week that followed. Soaring highs, of our bachelor party, of watching her fall off a stripper pole, of loving her deeply while she marinated in a bath of her own serotonin, of marrying her, kissing her when the judge told us to do so, and seeing her fight to keep her head above water.

And then there’s the lows that have gutted me every step of the way. Having to do her biopsy myself. Having to send off for her results. Having to sit with her to read them. Having to coordinate appointments and doctors and oncology teams and insurance coverage, all while she’s distracted so she doesn’t have to shoulder it. Fighting with her when I found out she doesn’t know what an IRA is and thought taxes were optional. Staying present through it anyway.

This afternoon is the longest I’ve been away from her since we got her diagnosis. I feel like I’m crawling out of my own skin with every second that passes.

It’s like a chant that just keeps going in my head, no matter how much I try to stop it.

‘I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her.’

I’ve told her they’ll probably get it in one go. She’s holding onto that for dear life. I’m trying.

And I’m failing.

Because I know too much. I know all the ways it can go wrong, and I can’t stop cataloging them. My brain won’t stop scanning every worst-case file, like if I stay vigilant enough, I can somehow ward it off. I can’t. But I keep going.

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I dare say this might be my favorite Harvey drawing. Literally I am a grown ass woman thirsting over a damn video game npc, help

He is so tired because my farmer is his most frequent patient :(

I finally finished this drawing! I wanted to do a more detailed illustration of him, he’s my favorite bachelor after all ^^

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Click here to read ch9 of 'A Sea of Glass...' on AO3!

Title: "In Which Harvey & Chloe Make the Guests Uncomfortable. Again."

CW: Cringe humor, light smut

Pairing: Harvey x Chloe Fandom: Stardew Valley

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Claire and Sofia arrive unannounced, just in time to walk into a very confusing domestic power exchange. Chloe holds her composure like a pro, Harvey is falling apart by degrees, and Abigail is thriving in everyone's discomfort. Meanwhile, Chloe wrestles with what melanoma is already taking from her, and what she’s still determined to claim anyway.

Excerpt:

Harvey quickly puts the remote control into his pocket before either of our guests can clock what he’s holding.

Claire doesn’t pause for hugs or greetings, beyond allowing Abigail to practically climb her the way a monkey climbs a tree. “Abigail, you might want to let me go unless you want me to piss on you,” Claire grumbles flatly, waddling straight for the bathroom.

Abigail lets go but follows closely behind, standing in the doorway as Claire sits down to do her thing… door wide open.

“Uhhh not even going to close the door, Claire?” Harvey calls out nervously over his shoulder.

“No time. You’re supposed to be my OB anyway, who gives a fuck,” she says with her usual dry affect.

Harvey frowns at the floor, “I never agreed to do that…oh, that’s not good at all.”

I clear my throat, “Permission to speak, sir?”

Harvey’s gaze snaps up to mine, like he briefly forgot what we were doing, before darting his eyes to Sofia, who’s still awkwardly standing there. “Um…yes.”

“Hi Sofia, I’m Chloe, welcome to our home!” I beam at her sunnily, offering one hand to shake while the other clutches my coffee.

“Y-you. You’re Chloe. Huh.” Sofia points at me, eyebrows raised, somewhat incredulous.

“She’s my wife,” Harvey says too quickly, causing Sofia to tilt her head and look at me as though I were from another planet.

Oh. Well. She has no idea what she’s in for then, does she? Heh. Excellent.

“Can I get you something to drink, Sofia? Coffee? Water? Tea? Here, let me take your bag to our guest room—” I reach out for her small rolling bag.

Note, we did not know she was coming. Nor did we plan for overnight guests. But it’s clear as fuck that she planned to stay overnight, so, what was I to do?

“Uhhh thanks?” she says awkwardly. “I guess some water would be nice.”

“Wonderful! Please, have a seat anywhere and make yourself at home, Sofia,” I chirp, smiling brightly.

She shrugs and sits down on the couch next to where Harvey was sitting, as I cheerfully hum and take her bag to our spare bedroom.

“Sooo, uh. She seems…young,” Sofia says in a low voice to Harvey, not understanding how these walls *carry*.

Harvey doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he hums—soft, polite. Almost amused.

Then, gently, “This isn’t actually my house. It’s hers. She’s made the choice to welcome you in the home she built. You will show her respect. Or you will leave.”

My heart melts as I stand quietly in the hallway after having dropped her bag off.

I take a moment to get myself back into character when I hear the toilet flush. It wasn’t until just now that I realized Claire and Abigail had stopped talking, but they did, and that means they heard all of that, too.

I shake myself off and walk to the kitchen to get the glass of water I promised, as Claire and Abby return to the living room. Claire’s wiping her freshly washed hands off on her shirt, no fucks to give, as she fully sits between Harvey and Sofia with a pronounced *thwump*.

“Sofia,” Claire says, her voice sharp. Suddenly, I hear the family resemblance. “Are we being polite?”

Harvey snorts a bit as I put on my best sunny face and traipse back into the living room, “Here’s the water you requested,” I chirp, handing her a glass with a napkin under it to catch any spills.

I look at Harvey with a vacant-eyed pleasant grin, “Sir, may I now sit and enjoy my coffee? Have I greeted our guests to your satisfaction?”

Harvey blushes, clearly starting to wonder if he should keep this up, “Yes, Chloe that’ll be all. Do you know what the weather forecast for tomorrow is, by chance?”

I take a seat in the armchair, crossing my knees politely while sipping my coffee. “Blue skies, all the way, dear boy.” I reply, challenging him.

“Are you sure? I could swear I saw a report for cloudy skies, or maybe tornadoes?”

“What the fuck?” Claire interjects, looking at him like he’s lost his mind.

“Well,” I begin, “certainly I can only speak for my own knowledge. Do you know the weather report for tomorrow?”

He chews this over for a moment, cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red. “No. You’re right. Blue skies.”

“I’m glad we have that settled, then,” I grin cheerfully, before taking a very loud slurp of my drink.

“Oh, fuck are you guys doing a scene?” Claire wrinkles her nose, disgusted, “In front of my baby???”

Harvey clears his throat, “She can’t really understand language yet, it’s fine.”

Sofia finally cracks at that one, letting out a startled laugh. “What is even happening right now?” she asks no one in particular.

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Click here to read ch8 of 'A Sea of Glass...' on AO3!

Title: "Let's Set the Scene"

CW: Informational talk about kink culture, extremely cringe scene setup

Pairing: Harvey x Chloe Fandom: Stardew Valley

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Chloe and Harvey finally have a true heart-to-heart about kink, how to practice it safely, and then immediately put it to the test when an unexpected visitor shows up.

Excerpt:

[Chloe’s POV]

I wake up warm. Like, full-body warm. The kind of warm that makes you want to sigh dramatically and never leave the bed again. Harvey’s still wrapped around me like a weighted blanket that breathes.

My thighs ache in a good way. My mouth feels like I drooled a little. I should probably feel gross or sticky or whatever, but I don’t. I just feel... safe. (Cue Abigail in the back of my head with a disgusted look on her face: “Gross.”)

I shift a little, and his arm tightens around me instinctively. I expect him to still be asleep, but he mumbles near my ear, “You alright?”

“Mm-hmm. Just doing a systems check.”

He hums. “Results?”

“Minimal soreness. No injuries. May have lost the ability to walk downhill.”

He chuckles into my hair. “Sounds like we hit the target.”

We fall into a lazy silence. His hand moves slowly over my back, aimless but affectionate. I bask in how good it feels, like when Stimpy warms himself in a sunbeam.

I tilt my head just enough to look at him. “Hey... about yesterday.”

He shifts so he can see me better, but doesn’t let go. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for coming back. I know I said some... pretty dramatic shit,” I sigh, “my brain was doing The Thing. And you didn’t leave. And I want you to know that I do see it, and I appreciate it, and it would not have been out of line if you had left.”

He brushes his thumb along my side. “There was never a version of yesterday where I didn’t come back.”

I swallow against the lump in my throat. “Okay, but now I feel guilty that you married someone who thinks W-4 is a Star Wars droid.”

“W-4PO,” he murmurs. “Beloved HR protocol unit.”

I snort. “You’re such a fucking nerd.”

“And yet,” he says, kissing my shoulder, “you married me.”

“That was clearly just a ruse to get access to your money and free health insurance,” I stick my tongue out at him, and he laughs.

“Hmm. No take-backs.”

I sigh dramatically and make a show of rolling my eyes, “I suppose I’ll survive,” I say in a put-upon voice.

His face softens a bit, “Yeah, Chloe. You are 100% going to survive, okay?”

I flinch slightly, “I meant survive being married to you, dork!” and boop his nose. “Look, for once, cancer is at the fringes of my thoughts. I know we’ve got a big week ahead with the madness…but can we pretend it’s not there, just for today?”

“Of course, darling girl. I think some compartmentalization sounds like a great idea,” he chuckles low, reaching up to boop me back.

“Aaanyway… you wanna teach me finances? Just because I'm clueless doesn't mean I can't learn fast,” I ask hopefully, arching an eyebrow at him.

He smirks. “Oh, you’re definitely a quick study.”

I pinch his nipple in retaliation, and he yelps, laughing. “Ow! Maybe I won't teach you now!”

“C'monnnn, that was purely self-defense!” I protest weakly.

His grin melts my heart. “Fine. We'll start with budgets, non-soul-consuming checking accounts, and credit scores.”

“Ugh. Sounds boring.”

“We'll make it fun.”

“What, with a sticker chart?”

“No. More like I’m your tutor,” his voice drops low as his fingers walk teasingly up my arm, “and you're my delinquent student who gets rewarded when she remembers the difference between a Roth IRA and a traditional one.”

I blink. “You’re kidding.”

“Am I?” He playfully taps my chin, tilting my face up to meet his mischievous gaze.

“So… you wanna roleplay student-teacher where I learn tax evasion is bad?”

“Oh, yeah,” he purrs, “I'll teach you mutual funds for mutual fun.”

I throw my head back laughing. “You're ridiculous. Okay, fine, but only if you can actually pull off hot teacher and not awkward substitute wheeling in a TV cart.”

“I could do hot teacher in my sleep,” he says confidently.

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Um YES PLEASE

Some more Harvey art, stardew

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shut up everyone hes gaming

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It applies to any skill!

But for me? A big thing of mine is: Make Bad Art. Do it. Let it suck ass. Because you know what? It's FUN. Don't rob yourself of the joy of creating just because you're afraid of sucking! Those are the bits that give us our unique style!

Plus, if it's from the heart, it usually ends up being pretty damn good. Art is in the authenticity of expression, imo.

Contrary to popular belief the biggest beginner's roadblock to art isn't even technical skill it's frustration tolerance, especially in the age of social media. It hurts and the frustration is endless but you must build the frustration tolerance equivalent to a roach's capacity to survive a nuclear explosion. That's how you build on the technical skill. Throw that "won't even start because I'm afraid it won't be perfect" shit out the window. Just do it. Just start. Good luck.

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Click here to read Ch7 of "A Sea of Glass" on AO3!

Title: what do you mean, you 'don't know what a 401k is?'

CW: arguing with smut at the end

Pairing: Harvey x Chloe (farmer)

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Chloe reflects in her journal the day after getting married in a quickie courthouse ceremony, and decides to ask Harvey some hard questions that she realizes she should have asked long ago. She wasn't bargaining for him to bring hard questions of his own into the mix.

Excerpt:

I stay quiet for a moment, gathering courage. “Sorry I’m being weird,” I finally murmur. “I was journaling and…realized there’s a lot I don’t know about you. It’s just hitting me how fast we jumped into all this, and now it feels kinda scary.” My voice wobbles, despite my best efforts. Harvey breathes deeply, his chest rising beneath my head. “I’m here, Chloe. You can ask me anything. And honestly? I understand where you’re at more than you probably realize.” “Because of Belinda?” “No,” he chuckles quietly, his tone soft but dry. “Because I’m a creature of habit who just set his entire life on fire to move in with a twenty-two-year-old aspiring pot farmer. I’m not exactly sure who I am right now either, and yeah, it’s pretty terrifying.” I pull him tighter against me, smiling into his chest despite everything. “Glad it’s not just me, then.” “Nope.” His voice is softer, more affectionate, his fingers tracing gently over my arm. “Definitely not just you.” I pause, gathering my thoughts. “Okay, is it cool if I just rapid-fire some questions at you?” My gaze flicks up; Harvey’s watching me with warmth in his eyes, tempered by caution. “I think that's usually how this goes,” he teases gently. “Right, um, this feels super weird to ask because, obviously, I'm not a gold digger, but how much money do you have-slash-make?” He jolts at the question, blinking in surprise before quickly regaining his composure. “Oh. Well, first off, totally fair question, even if it's not the one I expected. Definitely something we should've discussed sooner, though.” “I mean, I thought we had more time,” I mumble sheepishly. “Yeah, same,” he sighs thoughtfully.

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CW: Not much, unless you're offended by quickie courthouse weddings and hangovers.

Pairing: Harvey x Chloe (OC farmer)

Rating: Chapter is 'mature,' fic is Explicit

Summary: Chloe and Harvey get married at the courthouse, with friends and family present. It's about as ridiculous as you'd expect.

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She looks at Harvey first. “Do you, Harvey Daniel Klein, take Chloe Marie Sullivan to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and support her through all the trials and triumphs to come?”

“I do,” Harvey says immediately, without a hint of hesitation. He’s still looking at me like I hung the moon with my bare, trembling hands.

“And do you, Chloe Marie Sullivan, take Harvey Daniel Klein to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to share in all life’s joys and burdens, with honesty and affection?”

I hiccup mid-sob, nodding furiously. “Yes. I do. So much. Like, aggressively so.”

There’s a beat of silence, as if the walls themselves are catching their breath.

The clerk nods once. “Then by the power vested in me by the fine and weary city of Zuzu, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your spouse.”

Harvey doesn’t wait. His hands are on my waist in a flash, pulling me into a kiss that is somehow both devastating and giddy; like he’s memorizing the shape of forever and still kind of can’t believe I said yes.

The gallery loses its mind.

“FUCK YEAH, MY GIRL! …AND ALSO HARVEY! WOOOO!” Abigail screams, punching the air like she just won a cage match.

“Fuck you, I’m not crying,” Peter mutters, visibly panicking as he checks his face for evidence.

“I know I’m crying,” Sam sniffles loudly. “You guys are my new religion. I’m gonna start a sect, and there WILL be sick-ass merch.”

Claire lets out a sudden, violent sob so loud everyone jumps. “It’s not me,” she gasps, blinking furiously. “It’s this fucking baby, it’s hijacked my whole goddamn limbic system, I hate you both for making me feel feelings, I swear to god—” She chokes mid-sentence, trying to wipe her eyes on the inside of her elbow like she’s mad her own tear ducts are betraying her.

And just when I think the emotional whiplash couldn’t possibly ratchet higher, Maggie lets out a choked sound behind me, something halfway between a whimper and a laugh.

“Oh, Dave,” she murmurs, clutching his hand like they’re on the bow of a ship headed straight into a typhoon. “Did you see them? Oh, that was real love. The kind you write songs about.”

Dave wipes at one eye with the back of his hand. “I know, Maggie Mae,” he breathes. “I never thought I'd see it with my own eyes, but…they did it. Our girl did it.”

Sebastian, I note, is slumped over in his chair, fully asleep.

I pull back just long enough to whisper, “You’re stuck with me now.”

Harvey smiles, forehead pressed to mine. “I’ve never been happier to be trapped. Also I think your parents might start making out soon.”