Being with Harley has been amazing to put it simply. For Ivy's whole life she was comfortable being alone, preferred it actually, as that way she was safe. It wasn't until she became friends with Harley had she found out complacency didn't mean contentment. Harley gave Ivy's soul a reboot, shook her back to life. Gave her purpose, love and true happiness.However, that didn't mean the little shit was given a free card when it came to Ivy. (Yes it did, she's whipped this been knew).
Ivy had risen with the sun as she did every morning being half plant. Just as every other day she rolled onto her side so she could catch a glimpse of her beautiful girlfriend. Even if she drooled like Bud and Lou. In sleep Harley looked peaceful, calm and to a point angelic. Of course when those eyes opened Ivy saw a demonic little shit but she was cute so she lived with it. She just made sure to ask for protection from the demon at night.
A sigh of happiness could be heard coming from Ivy, she may joke around but to her Harley was imperfectly perfect as cliche as that sounds. Harley means everything to Ivy.
The thought of this wonderful person ever being away from her was painful. She loved her dearly and vowed to protect her until her last breath. Ivy often reflected on their pasts and always found herself in awe of Harley. This beautiful person has been through so much and yet still smiled and entertained those around her. She was loyal to the bone and that amazed Ivy.
'Alright you sappy dick, get up and make breakfast' Ivy thought to herself. Not happy that she, who was emotionally constipated, could think the way she does now. The same women who referred to humans as meat bags has ironically fell irrevocably in love with one. Go figure.
Slipping quietly out of the mangled mess what is other wise known as a bed, Ivy headed towards the bathroom. Going through her morning routine she couldn't help but smile. Man love was a hell of a drug.
'What should I do for breakfast' she pondered to herself before settling on pancakes as they were quick and easy. Batter set aside she heard frank snickering to himself.
'God its to early for this shit, he has the mouth of a Karen' she thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose in preparation for the shit his about to say.
''Oh isn't that precious tweedle dee cooking her tweedle dum breakfast. I love you Ivy but damn have you changed. You know you remind me of this tree I used to be friends with...'' Ivy shut off mentally letting it play out before zoning back in.
''Then he grew too busy to message little old me back, so you know what I did? ...'' man could he win a gold medal in shit talking.
''Burned that bastard to the ground is what, whose laughing now Kenny, whose motherfucking laughing now''. Frank thought it necessary to point to the floor, you know, add a little bit of flare to his already flaming bullshit.
''Frank!'' Ivy growled.
'' I created you and I can fucking destroy you, remember that you pollen addict'' Ivy gritted out, already fed up of his shit and it's only 6:15am.
''I LOVE YOU IVY '' Frank sasses back, vines on hips.
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Harley was woken by Bud trying to French kiss her and no, she did not kiss back thinking it was Ivy. Hey, she didn't alright. Pushing Bud to the ground, she jumped up onto her feet. Her mind instantly wanting to find her girlfriend. Of course after she brushes her teeth and sue her if she swallowed mouthwash. Totally not because she tried to deepen a kiss that she definitely didn't partake in.
As she was brushing her pearly whites she noticed a beautiful potted flower among a windowsill covered in shrubbery. The flower was strong rooted, proving Ivy had helped the young flower blossom. From Harley's small plant knowledge she would guess the specimen to be a begonia. Ivy had definitely tampered with the flower as it's colours were beautiful but not natural. The flower was multicoloured with shades of pink, purple, yellow and blue. If Harley looked closely she could even see red.
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FanfictionI daydream a lot and little ideas form in my head which play on my mind. So, I thought I'd write them down or attempt to. You know sharing is caring and gay panic is felt on all platforms.