#climbing pam trees

[hopefultimetravelpeace]

From Tree to Sugar: Watch This Man Collect Palm Water for Palm Sugar!

[charlescherie]

decided to rewatch the first two seasons of the office cause i stopped at the beginning of s3 and on my god. I CAN'T TAKE IT. I CANT TAAAAAKE IIIIIITTTTTTTTT. THE YEARNING. IM GONNA OFF MYSELF

[snailmail444]

After reading the Masturbationen headcanons for the Bachelors… Can we get masturbation headcanons for the bachelorettes? 🫶🏻

Bachelorette Masturbation Headcannons

18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI

This took soooo long. So so long. But it’s HERE! I’ll probably be double posting today since the poll said post as I finish and I actually have two asks done hehe. Hope y’all are ready for a double feature! NSFW under the cut!

Penny-

🧡 It’s all or nothing for penny. Either her mom is out and she’s got all the time in the world, or her mom is home and she can’t hide a damn thing.

🧡 Luckily Pam has a solid routine every night, so Penny has been able to find time for herself when the mood strikes.

🧡 It’s not a usual occurrence for Penny. She’s got a lot of deep-seated repression that makes it tough for her to follow through on any sexual urges. She’s still undoing the small-town-youth dynamic that it’s dirty and shameful for women to pleasure themselves.

🧡 Sometimes though she’ll be reading fanfic (because let’s be so real you know she does), and she can’t ignore the ache in her center anymore.

🧡 Bites down on her lip and edges her bottoms off anxiously, still a little worried someone might jump out of the shadows and damn her in the name of Yoba for sinning.

🧡 Settles in pretty fast though, and lets herself get lost in the story. Pretends she’s the character being ravaged, typically in a highly romantic setting.

🧡 Penny seems like a total pillow humper to me. Gets all flushed and red and tries to muffle her moans as she grinds against the fabric.

🧡 Really sensitive so she doesn’t need much more than that. Maybe a free hand to play with her breast, but honestly not even that.

🧡 One and Done. The guilt sets in and she feels embarrassed all over once she finishes, so she throws everything in to wash and showers off the evidence ASAP.

Maru-

💜 Doesn’t have a ton of personal space/boundaries during the day. She has to wait until nighttime to even think of letting off some steam (thanks, Demetrius)

💜 Once she’s certain her parents are asleep—thank god Sebastian doesn’t ever leave his room, the night owl—Maru climbs down into the privacy of her workshop and allows herself to unwind.

💜 Maru is a woman in STEM. A gadget queen, if You will.

💜 She only has a couple of toys, but they’re high-end splurges. Quality over quantity.

💜 Could make her own if she really wanted to, but she’s got more robotics projects on her plate than she can finish. The last thing she wants is to have to wait to finish making her sex toy before having fun with it.

💜 Her favorite is just a plain blue toy that looks unassuming, but it feels like it’s thrusting inside her, and she can just lay back and enjoy it.

💜 Girls arms and wrists are tired after a day of engineering, so it’s a lifesaver to not have to do that work herself. All she wants is to feel fucked full and nothing else.

💜 Maru’s mind is always going, which is good and bad when she’s trying to get off. On the one hand, it makes for some vivid fantasies. On the other, sometimes she doesn’t want to have to think at all.

💜 Her fantasies are often of whirlwind, desperate romances. Stolen away in the nearest closet, shoved up against a tree, spread out on top of her workbench. She dreams of reckless, passionate, I need you this minute sex. It gets her so wet she’s soaking.

💜 On the days when she wants her brain to go quiet, she’ll make sure to keep going until she’s cum three or four times. Until her ears are ringing and her body is completely exhausted. Kind of a stamina queen, to be honest.

💜 She sleeps like a baby on those nights.

Emily-

💙 Lowkey I think Emily would be a licensed sex therapist.

💙 She’s very well educated in the importance of sexual health. For her it’s a spiritual practice of keeping herself balanced.

💙 Haley’s home like all the time which sucks, but she gets an okay amount of privacy regardless because their rooms are on opposite sides of the house.

💙 Lights incense that has properties good for sexual energy or something I dunno.

💙 Has a (body safe!) crystal wand that she fucks herself with.

💙 Loves how cool it feels at first and the fact that it warms to match her body temperature.

💙 Little miss active imagination doesn’t need porn or anything, she just gets right the hell off on her fantasies.

💙 As for what she fantasizes about? Girl goes wild thinking about having three or four partners. Ideally it’s three or four people all focused on pleasing her, every sensation hands and mouths and skin on skin—she gets really hot thinking about it.

💙 Her nipples are really sensitive so she makes sure to stimulate them a lot, pretending she has someone to focus on each one individually.

💙 Enjoys being present with her body and engages her senses. Really wants to sit with all the sensations and draw them out.

💙 Doesn’t cum every time, but that’s not the point for her. Unless she’s specifically trying to cum, it’s an added bonus. Something nice, but not necessary. It’s all about the journey for Emily.

Leah-

💚 Leah has it MADE in terms of getting off.

💚 Queen of living alone in the woods.

💚 Full privacy. Loud noise never carries from the solid insulation and the dampening of the trees. She can’t full out scream without being heard, but almost.

💚 Has a collection of dildos she’s made herself out of scrap wood. She started making them as a joke, but then she was like actually…this could be great for me.

💚 Don’t worry, she’s taken great care in making sure they’re body safe. Made with love and all that.

💚 Her favorites are the ones that she’s left knots on. A smooth fuck is nice, but she loves the added sensation from the bumps.

💚 Her internet isn’t great, but she’s lucky to have a collection of artsy porn films. Again, something that started as more of a fascination, but to be honest it’s super hot.

💚 One in particular is her favorite, with a long shot of eating pussy. It’s supposed to be a love story, the way it’s framed, but more than anything it’s just hot. Reminds her of some of the best oral she’s ever gotten.

💚 Takes her a long time to get off, but she’s learned not to rush it. She’ll finish when she finishes, and it’s always worth it.

💚 Needs a nice, long, relaxing shower afterwards, and unwinds with a cup of herbal tea.

Haley-

🩷 Emily is gone a lot working at the bar until late, so she doesn’t have to worry about finding time.

🩷 Definitely has a collection of toys for whatever mood she’s in.

🩷 Quality AND Quantity babe Haley will not deny herself pleasure.

🩷 Absolutely will treat herself too. A nice glass of wine and some mood lighting. Big fan of setting the vibe (pun intended).

🩷 Soft BDSM girlie. Adores any porn where the sub ends up a whiny desperate mess

🩷 It’s an ego trip. She absolutely wants to think that whoever she’s with would be reduced to absolute pathetic begging for her.

🩷 She finishes faster than she would like sometimes, so she’s mastered the art of edging.

🩷 She’s not gonna put all that effort in for nothing. If she’s set taking her time to enjoy herself she’s going to be TAKING her TIME.

🩷 Finds it really hot to be able to watch herself so sometimes she’ll set up in front of her floor-length mirror. Not as good as it is with a partner, but it’s got a similar draw.

🩷 Really quiet when she cums, her cheeks flushed and a gasp stuck in her chest while her body seizes with pleasure.

🩷 Might go a couple more times depending on how hot and bothered she is.

Abigail-

🖤 Abby has the least privacy out of the bachelorettes.

🖤 Her situation isn’t horrible (read: better than Sam’s), but she’s always got low-grade anxiety that she’s going to be caught and absolutely mortified.

🖤 Never home alone either, but Stardew girls make do. Waits up until midnight or later and makes sure to be radio silent just in case her dad is roaming around.

🖤 Once she gets into it though…she gets into it.

🖤 Little miss visual aid over here be Watching porn. She almost can’t get off without it. She CAN but she doesn’t want to. Which is so real of her.

🖤 LOVES videos of people getting themselves off. Solo masturbation videos are so hot to her because it feels like a steamy mutual session when she touches herself.

🖤 Totally ends up imagining past experiences or current crushes taking up the same as the person in the video. Pleasuring themselves while she watches and watching her get off too…she’s practically gone.

🖤 Sometimes she likes to watch really hardcore, desperate railing if she’s feeling particularly needy or submissive. Every now and again she just wants to be told she’s hot, get spanked, and fucked within an inch of her life. Girl me too the fuck—

🖤 Gets off pretty fast and once just because of the anxiety thing. If she had more peace of mind it would be a marathon for her because with the adventure training she’s got stamina for days.

🖤 Still sleeps way better after and ends up having some very, very pleasant dreams with all of that imagination fuel.

[crowdeerdire]

(for the sake of my brain I'm gonna yap about my OLBA MC in Step 1) Name: Kelsea "Kel" Last Age: 8 Birthday: August 29th Family: Pam Last (Mom), Noelani Last (Mommy) and Liz Last (Sister) Others: Cove Holden (Best Friend), Cliff Holden (Cove's Dad -> trusts later in Step 1), Shiloh Fields (Friend)

Confident at this age and fearless

Considered a "wild child" and often times a bit clumsey, thus the bandages and bruises

loves bugs; will see how man pill bugs she can collect on her hands at one time

thinks snails are super cool

bedhead 24/7 because she wants to be outside rather then take time to brush her hair

tends to wear oversized shirts from thrift stores because of her "wild child" ways. She climbs everything and tends to ruin clothes - so no fancy clothes like Liz unless they're going somewhere special

she loves her oversized shirts

always cold - touch her hands or arms and they're ice cold

just bad circulation and it usually doesn't bother her unless she has to handle something cold

thank goodness for hot weather california

protective and tries to stand up for others

has freckles at this age - although light. They fade as she gets older

Loves animals and wants a pet... anything! Upset that both moms say no

You would think at school she would be popular...

has 0 friends

becomes very shy around a lot of people and other kids think of her as the 'weird kid' since she's often alone drawing and playing with bugs or being too shy to talk

BUT ONCE SHE'S COMFORTABLE WITH YOU??

certified yapper

does not shut up

undiagonosed ADHD

loves the ocrean and is a strong swimmer because that's mostly what she does in there

shell & sea glass collector

UNFORTUNATELY she can't tan?? (genetics) and she tends to burn more often then not? So she learns early to apply sunscreen a lot

Scar on her leg is from falling out of a tree at age 7 and getting a branch skewered through her leg :)))

likes video games but are terrible at them - still plays them tho

Kel with Cove

Same height as Cove

first reaction upon seeing him on the hill: "I need to protect him"

says she wants to marry him to moms but doesn't understand really what marriage is. Just thinks it means hanging out with them a lot (which is sort of true??)

Plays as Fond (in game) but I would say she has a mild crush on him as well

grows attach to him quickly because Liz has Shiloh, so obviously Cove gets to be her friend

Somehow feels relaxed around him easier and quicker then others

She yaps, he listens... and then they yap together

offended he doesn't love snails as much as she does

Will be protective of him except...

When it comes to scary stuff (like ghosts) she'll hide behind him, claiming she's not scared

tries not to swim or suggest swimming when she hangs out with him during that summer - doesn't want him to feel left out since she knows what that feels like

ran away with him because she needed to protect him (not thinking of telling parents would protect him) and didn't want him to be alone

Kel with Liz

Tends to deffer to her and let her take the lead

Has a generally good relationship with her but it's starting to get a bit rocky

especially when she starts standing up for Cove more against Liz

wants to hang out with Liz more "like they use to", but Liz is starting to be more independent since she's double digits now <- mourns that loss of friendship

teases each other in a friendly way

Kel with Moms

Kel loves her moms dearly (very good relationship)

for the longest time doesn't even think about if it's 'weird' to have two moms and no dad

doesn't cross her mind until some kid at school mentions it

honestly believes at this age her moms are her birth parents - doesn't put two and two together for a while even tho they are open about it

cuddler, especially with Noelani/Mommy

loves Mom/Pam's puns and tries to joke like her

if moms are around she tends to follow their rules

if moms aren't around, the wild child becomes MORE wild

gets worse when she and Cove hang out and egg each other on

Kel with Cliff

After Cliff offers her the 20$, she becomes nervous around him for the first while

won't look up at him or really speak to him

eventually she warms up to him the more he hangs around and at some point thinks of him as someone she can really trusts

honestly thinks of him as family (maybe further down)

will draw him pictures when she's more comfortable with him and he puts them on his fridge along with Cove's work

[tunafishjournal]

Ode to the Dells

It feels like summer

yet also feels a little like fall

What a gift

a gentle, cooling breeze can be

Green leaves softly sway back & forth

against a backdrop of birds chirping,

chasing one another across a slightly cloudy, gorgeous sky

They call out to one another

and it’s almost like they beckon me to join them

I would gladly glide through the clouds with them

perch on the branches of those peacefully swaying trees

and call out to more beings to join us in this humble,

yet breathtaking delight

Down below me, a squirrel

scurries across the patio, ready to play and chase and eat

How I wish I might join him

and play and chase and eat all day

to climb trees to the highest heights and to enjoy the fruits and nuts and yummy deliciousness

that nature has to offer us

The soothing smell of the lake wafts by on the breeze

And I take a deep inhale

I watch the ducks glide through the water, the boats languidly go by

And I feel like I’m part of a grand secret

As if every living force around me has invited me out to fly, to climb, to glide

to enjoy the gifts that this beautiful landscape has extended to us

And I join them, willingly

eager to learn, to grow, to be

one with all that’s around me

On a deep, calming breath

I relax into all that is being freely given to me this day

What a gift the simplest things can be

- Pam R. Johnson Davis (she/her), TFJ Issue One: Celebrations

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Miraculous Montana (Michael Italiano)

Michael hated you, but maybe the trip to Montana helped. Angsty.

Note: I wrote it, I didn't like it, and then I rewrote it. I don't really know if this fic makes much sense. I started this in August and while cleaning my drafts found it again. I hope you like this.

Warning: blood. A creep and some verbal harassment.

How can you love someone who despises you? Basically watching him being a sweetheart with everyone else. He was caring, intelligent, attractive... He had everything. It was annoying. But he didn't liked me. He had me craving what he gave to anyone but me.

When I started working with Danny, managing the aesthetically stuff about his label, designing merch, creating content... Michael wasn't happy. He didn't like to have me around. He was always grumpy and ignored me. Why? It was still a mistery to me.

Now we were in Montana, riding our bikes between giants, huge mountains surrounding us. It was special. The place was beautiful. I was riding with Scotty and Dan, being stupid and just enjoying like kids.

It was awesome, really. I never had so much fun.

"YN! It's not that hard!" They were insisting on me crossing the river. There was a huge fallen tree and we were supposed to use it as a bridge.

"It is! I'm a graphic designer not and athlete!"

"Corey crossed and he is a photographer!"

"Fuck off, Daniel!"

I put the first foot on the old wood and it cracked a bit.

"OH shit"

"We don't have the whole day, fuck" I heard Michael groan.

"Shut up, Italiano"

I took another step and it cracked again.

"Fuck..." I looked at them. Danny, Cody and Scotty were laughing so hard, Blake was recording and Michael was looking away, arms crossed on his chest and tense posture. "If I die frozen in a river it's all your fault."

I took another step and it made a louder noise. I let a loud squeak noise.

"Fine." Michael groaned and walked in my direction, he climbed on the tree too and reached a hand. "I'll help you"

"No! You must be over 100 kilos! Climb down! You and all your muscles will break it!"

The others laughed.

"YN, stop being so stubborn and grab my hand."

I scoffed and obeyed. He was an idiot and so rude with me but he had those brown eyes and I couldn't resist.

I grabbed his hand and he slowly helped me cross the river. As I reached the other side, his hand let go off mine and I almost trip.

"Oh fuck, Italiano. Didn't you want to help?" I said.

He only gave me a side look and walked away.

I frowned and Scotty pinched my cheek.

"So brave"

He gave me a bear hug and I laughed, forgetting about the stupid trainer fast. Soon we were on our bikes again.

The air was hitting my face and it was so so fresh. I was glad that Danny had given me one of his huge hoodies because I would be freezing.

Scotty and Daniel were riding with no hands, keeping them on their back as I followed them laughing.

Cody was recording next to me and Blake and Michael were in front.

But somehow, Daniel tripped with a rock or something, braked way too fast and...

Don't run over Daniel, he has to race!

"Shit, Daniel!"

I tried to avoid him and... PAM!

I flew. I literally flew. I stopped touching the bike and instead I ended up in a bush and kind of everything hurt.

"YN! Shit YN!"

"Oh fuck"

"Where is she?"

"I can see her foot"

"Is it attached to the body?"

I could hear them panicking.

"Fuck" I muttered. "Here!"

When I opened my eyes. All their face were peaking through the branches.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked in panic.

"Is breathing enough?"

"Nop"

"My leg hurts." I said looking around. "Someone give me a hand. I need to get out of here"

"Yeah, move guys."

His deep voice alarmed me. Soon, Michael's hands were grabbing mine.

"Mate, be careful" Scotty said touching his arm.

"I know" Michael groaned.

His hands felt so delicate when they tried to grab me by my arms, right under my armpits. I grabbed onto him and he pulled me out of the bush who had different spines that gripped my clothes hard. Poor Danny, his hoodie would be a mess.

"Ouch" I said as soon as I put my feet on the ground.

"Oh shit, she is bleeding." Daniel walked away covering his eyes.

Blake was pulling leaves and tiny branches out of my hair and Cody was checking the phone. Scotty was looking from a few meters away, pale as a ghost and panic on his eyes.

"Fine, let's see. You can steady yourself here" I looked at Michael and for a moment I felt numb. What the fuck is he talking about?. "I have to check that leg. Maybe you have broke something"

Why so worried?

He knelt down and I had to grab his shoulders. I looked down. He slowly lifted my sweats, revealing a very much wounded shin.

"Oh no" I groaned, then fully aware of the pain. There was fresh blood flooding out of my skin. The grey pants were now broken and stained red.

"Okay, it's fine. It doesn't look broken and you are standing, so good news." He said sighing and touching my ankle on different places.

"It hurts" I mumbled.

He looked up at me.

"I know."

His eyes looked at me in a different way. I saw no anger, no annoyance. He was worried.

"Guys, there is no signal" Cody said showing us his phone.

I groaned.

"I can't ride the bike. It fucking hurts so much"

We all stayed in silence, exchanging looks and thinking.

"That looks so bad. What were you doing?" Daniel said looking at my leg.

"Trying to not crash with mister F1 driver!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, you guys go and pick the car. I stay here with her" Michael said.

Wait what?

"No, hey. Why you? Scotty can. Right? Or Blake. Or Cody. Even Danny!"

What the fuck was going on with him? He hated me for years and now he wanted to stay with me and play the babysitter.

"Yes, YN. You hurt yourself and I'm the only one who has a little knowledge in case you need more help"

I opened my mouth to answer, but was there really something to say? He was right after all. I didn't trust the others for their first aid knowledge.

"Fine. Nice plan. Mate, don't let the bears eat her." Scotty said. "I want her alive for dinner"

Michael looked up at Scotty and rolled his eyes. Why was he like this? Why was suddenly he so dry with angry at Scotty?

"We will come back fast" Danny said.

"Not too fast, the road is awful!" I exclaimed when they were already leaving. I didn't want them to have an accident because of me.

The moment we lost the sight of them, the most thick and uncomfortable silence fell between us.

Fine. Now let's wait here in the middle of the forest, close to late afternoon, the sunset, in a place full of bears and all kind of wild animals, with a man that hates me and with whom I'm madly in love with.

"I'm going to sit" I said in a whisper.

I tried to walk and hide the pain. I didn't want him all worried over me.

I bit my lip and walked down the road while looking for a rock.

"YN, wait"

He grabbed my arm but I pulled.

"I'm fine"

"No, you are bleeding. Let me..."

"Don't pretend you care now, Italiano" I snapped. "I'm fine. I can do it on my own"

He stopped walking and I put some distance. I found a proper rock and sat on it. I looked a down. The blood was now staining my shoes.

"Fuck" I groaned.

I pulled my bottle of water and took a deep breath. Slowly, I poured some on the nasty wound and hissed. Fuck.

"Let me"

"No"

"YN, let me."

"I said no!"

"You will hurt yourself more!"

"Why do you care?"

His brown eyes looked at mine and I saw a million thoughts running around his mind. His face turned pink and he frowned. He was angry.

"Stop being so stubborn and just let me take care of you"

I felt the air leaving my lungs and then I was unable to resist.

He waited for a couple of seconds before kneeling in front of me.

"Fine. Just... I'm going to clean it a bit and then we will cover it at the house."

I nodded but didn't say anything. He may hate me, but he made my heart jump like a roller-coaster.

He took a first aid kit from his bag. Obviously he had one.

He pulled some antiseptic and cotton.

"It may..."

"Okay"

He sighed.

"Okay. Ready?"

"Yes."

He poured some directly on the wound and I groaned and cursed.

"Sorry" He whispered.

Seeing him being so gentle with me was so strange. So unlikely.

"It's not deep. Only a bad scratch."

I hummed.

"It will hurt during days, though"

Why do you care?

He cleaned all the blood that had dripped down my leg and put everything back on his bag.

"Okay. Now we'll wait"

I hugged myself and look at the road. They would take their sweet time. We weren't that close.

He sat on the floor, his back against the rock and sighed.

The silence was horrible, the tension was unbearable and I just wanted to take the bike and go home. Why the fuck had him offered himself? Someone else could have cleaned the wound. He could just leave the kit and go. There was no need to stay here frowning and playing with his watch because he hated me so much to start a simple conversation.

The worst thing was how light was fading and soon there would be none. And there were so many noises in the wood. Probably raccoons waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

"Stop it"

"What?"

"Stop tapping with your foot. It's making the would bleed more." He said.

I looked down. I haven't even noticed.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It will only hurt yourself"

I bit my lip. He was looking at the woods on the other side of the road. He wasn't even paying attention to me. He looked good. The blue of his raincoat made his light skin look even lighter. He had that beard from some days and his hair was messy because of the helmet.

"You should stop your thing with Scotty" He said.

I frowned.

"My thing with Scotty?"

"You shouldn't flirt with engaged guys"

I blinked fast. Had I hitted my head on the fall?

"You are a fucking cunt. I can't fucking believe you, Michael. This is getting out of hand"

I got up and tried to walk away, not getting far obviously because 1, I was in pain and 2, I was so fucking scared. But the anger wouldn't let me stay next to him.

Flirting with Scotty? Why the fuck did he thought I was flirting with Scotty? He was such an idiot.

"If you payed more attention you would see how Scotty is one of my best friends and almost a brother for me." I said out loud for him to hear. "You are just an idiot whi can't see further than your own abs. There is more than you and your stupid training, you know? People have feelings. You can just go around saying stuff like other's criticism can only make you stronger and then be a fucking prick with the people around you." I didn't even looked at him as I rambled. I kicked a pebble in anger and it fucking hurt. "Shit"

I wanted to cry. I just wanted him to be at least my friend. I wasn't asking for him to fall in love with me. I only needed him to not hate me.

"YN..."

"Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you. You shouldn't have stayed. I could have waited alone"

No. I couldn't have. I was terrified. There wasn't almost any light anymore.

I heard him sigh defeated.

I stayed there, leaving my weight on the good leg and breathing deeply to not whince in pain.

Some minutes ago, I saw the lights and my mood light up. Finally.

The car, or that buggy they loved so much, stopped in front of me. Daniel and Scotty were on it. I sighed happily.

"Hey, you are standing. No need to cut that leg?" Scotty said.

"Yet" I pointed.

They laughed.

"Let's go. It's getting all dark and cold."

I sat on the back of the buggy and sighed on relief. The little bitch hurt. Michael sat next to me and gave me a look I couldn't read. He was giving me baby cow eyes and it was so confusing.

"Let's go"

It didn't took us long to arrive, Danny was using his best (and most dangerous) skills.

Once we got in the house, Scotty was fast to help me climb the stairs on the porch.

"If you need us to carry you to the bed, just say it" Danny added.

"I can manage that. Thank you guys" I pinched their cheeks and they both laughed.

I walked to the toilet, I wanted to cover the wound and changed into clean and not broken clothes. But a heavy hand fell on my shoulder. I shivered. I knew perfectly who he was.

"Let me do it"

I closed my eyes for a second. Five minutes. Only five minutes.

I simply nodded.

He had left his stuff outside, just like me.

I sat in the toilet and he looked down at me. I saw how he wanted to speak but was afraid to do it.

"Okay. Um... Do you mind if..."

"Just do whatever you have to do" I said avoiding his puppy eyes. I didn't had that much self control.

He took what he needed and knelt in from of me.

Carefully he took my shoe and sock off. He was so delicate, as if I would break. With gentle movements he cleaned the wound again and covered it.

"We will check it tomorrow"

"We?"

He sighed and looked into my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you..."

"I don't care."

I got up and left.

A couple of hours later, I was sitting with Danny on the fire. The others were inside.

"Why do you have Mike looking like a lost puppy? I used to think he could fight bears and stuff and now he looks like he could barely fight Winnie the Pooh." He said.

I took a deep breath.

"To be fair? Revenge."

"Revenge?"

"You know, he has been treating me like shit for years. He is receiving some of his own medicine"

"YN... That's..."

"Fucked up? Yes. I know. But he really came and told me to stop flirting with Scotty."

"Why were you-"

"I wasn't!"

"Oh shit. He really is stupid." He said more to himself.

"Why do you say that?"

He played dumb.

"Daniel"

"Give him a try, please"

"I did. I gave him a long ass try. I left him try for years and he has just been a cold piece of shit and..."

"Actually, I think you are this angry because you like him. You like him a lot. I have eyes. Don't deny it. He is an idiot? Yes. You did nothing wrong, really."

I looked away. I had nothing to say.

"The thing is that maybe... Only maybe... You should give him one last try. He has been so blind for so long. Maybe he is just starting to realize now"

"Do you think I can go on as if he hadn't ignored me for years? Or I can forget all this shitty comments? I can forget all of that only because he now has decided that he wants to help me and do some charity work"

"YN..."

"I can't, Daniel."

"I know. I know. I'm not asking you to marry him. I'm asking you to try to stay civic. To have a good relationship."

I frowned.

"For me?"

"Don't put an adorable face, Ric"

Next day went in a blur. Michael had kept the distance he had only come to me when suddenly the wound had started bleeding again. We didn't talk much then.

Now I was sitting watching the rodeo, kind of tired and consumed by thoughts. I hadn't slept well plus I had been limping around the whole day.

"I think I need a beer" I told Blake.

"Do you need me to go with you?"

"No, it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" I lied. I didn't want them to worry.

"Fine. Buy one for me"

"Of course"

I walked to one of the bars as fast as I could. Which wasn't much. I leaned over the bar and waited patiently.

"Hey, miss. Did your man fuck you so hard you can't walk?!" I tried to ignore the wave of nausea. I knew that that raspy deep vpice was talking to me. "Are you deaf or somethin? I bet I could fuck you harder. I could fuck you so hard you wouldn't end up limping, you would have to stay in bed for days"

I closed my eyes for a second and breathed through my nose.

"Such a little thing... I see... So delicate and tiny."

Then I felt his hand on my waist and I turned around so fast. I hitted his arm and tried to move away. Why was no one doing anything? Other men were just there looking.

"Oh, a fighter"

I walked back and tripped, hurting my leg and groaning in pain.

"L-leave me alone"

"No"

"Please"

"You will be begging me to fuck you in a few minutes. Come with me and..."

Out of nowhere and fast as a lightning, Michael appeared and stepped in front of me.

"Mate. You should leave"

"I don't want to"

"I don't care what you want or not. Leave"

"What the fuck is an aussie doing here? Get the fuck out of my way, I was having a conversation"

"You were not"

I grabbed Michael's arm when he straightened his back. I didn't want him to start a fight. That was the last thing I needed.

He looked down at me.

"Let's go, Michael." I said trying to stay as calm as possible.

"Okay"

To see us ignoring him, the man got even angrier.

"You little whore..."

"Fuck off, mate."

Soon Michael had an arm around my waist and was helping me to walk away. I was shaking.

"YN..."

"It's fine. I'm fine." I completely lied to him.

"You don't..."

"I said I'm fine!" I felt so humiliated and frustrated.

He looked into my eyes for a second, then in front of us.

"Fine. Okay."

I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting close to them. Gladly, Michael didn't told them anything. Instead, he stayed with me and didn't left me alone when the other went to buy a drink or use the toilet.

After dinner. Daniel and Scotty had passed out in the sofas, they had drunk so much beer. Blake was tipsy and watching something stupid on TV and Corey was no where to be seen.

I knew that Michael was outside. I had seen him leave a whole ago.

I hadn't stopped thinking. I wanted to know what had changed on him.

I got up and threw a blanket on. Then, I walked to the porch. He was sitting in the swing and the metal was doing that awful noise, he had an empty beer bottle on his hand and was looking at the sky.

When the door closed behind me, he turned his face. For a moment we didn't speak. How the fuck do I start?

I decided that the first step was sitting next to him. I got comfortable on the seat.

"I never said thank you" I said. He may be a dick, but he had helped me with that creep.

"It's nothing"

I nodded and looked back at the sky.

"Are you okay?"

Am I? No. Definetly not.

"I'm not sure"

"Do you want to talk?"

I looked at him.

"I want to talk about why you have started caring about me now. Why not when we met? Why have you been such a big prick and what has changed now?"

He closed his eyes for a while.

"I'm sorry"

"That's not enough. I deserve an explanation because I just wanted us to be friends like the others and you have ignored me. For years!" I felt a tear falling down my face and I cleaned it furiously "And now you come here to play the hero! Right after accusing me of things that only existed in your head. How do you think I feel?!"

"I wish I could take it all back and start over" He said.

I looked at him. That's all?

He grabbed my hand and I felt my breath hitching on my throat. My eyes fell on his face and my heart rate went crazy.

"I was scared of you. I really liked you the first days. You were always happy and smiling and Daniel loved you and was so happy with you working for him... I don't know..."

"You were jealous of Danny?"

"No! When I say he loved you it's more like... I don't know. You have a great friendship. It happened so fast, you won him over a few days"

"You were scared of me being a substitute?"

He nodded.

"Are you stupid? How the fuck I'm going to get something with Danny stronger than what you have?"

"I am."

"I'm glad you can see it"

"I'm sorry" He said once more.

I leaned back.

"And why are you so keen to help me right now? What changed?"

"I think... I think I'm getting old"

It made me laugh.

"Did you run out of hate or something?"

"I never hated you"

I stayed silent.

"I understand that maybe you don't believe me. And I know that you won't forgive me so easily. But I never hated you. I was on defense mode."

"For how long? I have worked with you for years. You have ignored me for years"

He looked at me.

"You won't ever know how much it hurt to be treated like that. To see how sweet you are with the others and how you treated me like shit." I tried to get up and walk away, but pain shot up my knee and I lost balance.

Michael caught me fast and made me sit again.

"Be carefull please." He whispered.

I closed my eyes and cleaned a tear that had fallen.

"How do I forget about this years? You've hurt me so bad. I-I can't simply accept that you were just on a defensive mode"

His arms were still around me. I wanted to lean closer, to rest my forehead on his. But I could not.

"Let me make it up to you"

"How?"

He was quick, he cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. I gasped for air when he pulled back.

"Let me show you I'm really sorry. Please. I care about you. Give me an opportunity to treat you how you deserve."

And how could I say no when he was looking at me like that.

"Let me take care of you and help you heal. I Wan to fix the damage I caused"

I bit my lip and nodded slowly.

"Okay"

"Yeah?"

With a hand on the back of his neck, I sealed it with a kiss.

"Only one"

"I won't waste it."

[garbagefarm]

Mutucule Farm (#5)

2023-01-06, Session #5 of Mutucule Farm!

cast:

Me ( @mothmute​ )

Belle ( @snacco​ )

Cam ( @amanita-spore​ )

Erin ( @salamand3rin​ )

highlights include, but are not limited to:

me being late, SORRY EVERYBODY

@snacco​ presenting us with excellent Mutucule Fanart!

in my haste to get started (after having been late, SORRY), I didn’t read the notes

thank god somebody read the notes

“I didn’t know we had homework”

hops sprinkler

“I’m not saying that you fucked it, just, y’know, that you fucked it”

Cam climbing into my bed like “can you scooch over?”

yeah place the Silo anywhere, just don’t block anything with it

(can you imagine? what kind of moron idiot blocks things with a silo? couldn’t be me)

Everybody ready for the Luau? No sturgeons left behind!

Good news: The melons aren’t ripe yet, we don’t have to harvest them!

Bad news: The melons aren’t ripe yet, we still have to water them!

“aw beans” “no, melons.”

Going the long way around to the Luau

it’s too late, we’re committed

Haley catches me digging through the trash on the way there, but it’s okay, all crimes can be forgiven with Sturgeon Soup

we are almost late to the Luau due to Sewer-Ogling

Elliott is already leaving!!

(We are not late to the Luau)

imagine, frozen tear soup. crunchy. sebastian would love it.

Clint complains about there being nothing to do at the Luau but eat

Clint. Emily, the girl you like, is dancing. Go dance with her!!

Pierre attempts, once again, to capitalize on the festivities.

Plain torch? $700. Culturally appropriated totem poles? $1000.

I barely survive getting eaten by bats. My health bar is spraying blood everywhere!

First Fish Audit

Negotiations run late, I scooch into Cam’s bed

Goat milk from the cart! It could’ve been Barn Money, but, the Fish Audit can pay for that

Succumbing to the Bean Madness with inconsistently shaped coffee fields

my note here just says “I killed it, without mercy”— I don’t remember the full context and at this point I’m too afraid to ask

“the ants have accomplished more than you or I have”

Cam mysteriously throws carp at me!

DANK FISH MONEY

Belle hands me a flower. I immediately eat it.

Beach barn!

We’re short on wood for the Barn, so I go into the forest to freshly squeeze some more. But some wood is rustled up, and those trees died for nothing.

I burst into a spoken word rendition of They Might Be Giants’ song Cowtown.

(Cam wants to hear me sing. Not tonight!)

Belle is unaccustomed to villagers referring to her actual name

“How did it know??” stardew.exe creepypasta

I get the Penny cutscene where we’re cleaning up her trailer and her mom gets angry and embarrassed about it, Penny gets upset about her mom being drunk

the next day, Pam asks me to bring her a drink

On the way home, I join Shane for a Depression Drink

god, can you imagine an influencer Queen of Sauce? horrible

Belle(?) gets a psychedelic Emily cutscene! ... that doesn’t narrow it down, does it?

“You’re in her DMs, I’m in her psychedelic dreams. We are not the same.”

gather ‘round the campfire for the tale of ... schrodinge

Flirtation about giving somebody a spangle in the morning

field snack in the bin?

phew, it was Cam’s and he didn’t want to finish it. I was worried somebody was selling precious tree seeds

is there a mod to romance the Old Mariner?

I ask Erin if she can extend a wooden path. She proceeds to hand the paths to me ... one ... by ... one. Belle and Cam just stand and watch.

Cam put the sword in my chest. I am dead now.

I am blessed with a Pompkin! ... this is not an invitation. stay out of my house.

It’s Erin’s turn to die on the beach!

The barn is finally done, but Marnie is nowhere to be found!

I put some money in the community center’s vault, ‘cause it’s not like we need it for anything right now 🙂

Belle gets so nervous about having Cow Money that her internet dies, bringing the night to an end.

The Junimos did a special dance to fix the minecarts!

to-do:

cow!!!

more tool upgrades?

foraging for lightning rod

house upgrade?

save for fall crops

“No sturgeons left behind!”

[finwalker]

MEET FINN WALKER

Name: Finn Walker

Nickname: Wally

Birth Date: June 27, 1986

Age: 35

Zodiac: Cancer

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Host of the Late Night Show/Owner of the Wave

Living Situation: 4 bedroom/2 bath house in Old Bridgeport

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: Broken bones, Cancer, Teen Sex

PAST

Finn Abraham Walker was born on a rainy day in London to mom, Pam, a primary school teacher, and father William, an architect. If you asked his parents, they would describe him as a rambunctious child, trying to stand and walk well before he was supposed to and always managing to get himself into places he shouldn’t have been. Finn loved to play outside and get dirty and would oftentimes throw fits when he had to go inside.

When Finn was nearly four, his father got offered a huge commission to move to the U.S. and work for one of the biggest architectural firms in the country, he couldn’t refuse so after getting their affairs in order, they moved to Bridgeport. Finn was still too young to understand and his parents knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to settle in.

They moved into the Old Bridgeport neighborhood, and his father, being the busy worker that he was, decided to tear down the old house they had purchased and start fresh from the ground up. Finn didn’t mind helping his dad but would rather be climbing trees or digging holes than handing his dad nails. As Finn got older, and started school, his parents began to take note of how often their son had friends over, friends that he could play soccer with, or baseball, and they decided to channel that into letting him play sports.

It didn’t take long for him to get noticed and soon, coaches were asking him to join their teams and hopefully bring them out of the losing streaks they seemed to be in. Finn was happy to help and soon found himself on both the soccer and baseball teams. He quickly became a favorite among the coaches, not that he knew of course, he was just having fun doing what he loved with people he loved.

Finn wasn’t the typical jock, he could easily manage both his school work and his obligations to the teams he played for. As a result of this, his social life took a bit of a backseat to all that he had to do to maintain the pressures of playing high school sports. After all, he didn’t want to live on dad’s money, he wanted to make his own way in the world.

When he met Samantha for the first time, it was like they had known one another their entire lives, even though he was only 8. She was a much needed distraction from the demands of sports and he found himself liking the idea of having her around. They soon became inseparable, spending all the time he didn’t have practice or a game, with her. He had had no notion of what a crush was or felt like, all he knew was that he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. They helped each other study, determined to beat the other and be the best student in the school.

As they grew up however and the more time they spent together, he felt something shift in him and those feelings of friendship soon turned to more. He had to watch as she dated other people, all of them losers, in his opinion, and he was always there to lend a shoulder when they would break up. He always assumed his feelings of anger towards the people who hurt her was just because she was his best friend but he knew that wasn’t the case. He loved her and none of those boys she dated would ever be good enough for her.

He hid his feelings of course, not wanting to ruin their friendship, and for a while, things were back to normal until the day she showed up at his house, eyes puffy and red from crying. Her latest boyfriend had broken up with her a few days before the big dance and she was devastated. They had agreed to go together because that was what single people did. It was at the dance, after watching her ex attempt to reconcile that Finn knew he had to say something. So, after pulling her away, he led her to the dance floor and after several flubs and long sighs, he confessed to her how he felt.

To no one’s surprise, they started dating soon after. After one particular date, the pair decided they wanted to take their relationship to the next level and they ended up having sex. It was full of love and passion and brought the pair closer together. But a month later, to everyone’s surprise, she and her entire family moved and told no one where they were going. Finn was heartbroken. Not only had he lost his the woman he loved but also his best friend. The one person he could talk to about stuff other than sports and academics. He tried to reach out to her in any way he knew how but there was nothing. Rumors flew but no one knew the real reason for her disappearance.

Graduation came and went and as soon as he was able, Finn took his athletic scholarship and moved back to London to attend college. He was only into his first year when he was presented with an opportunity to play professionally with one of the best teams in the country and of course, Finn accepted the offer. The best part was that he didn’t have to move. It seemed like things were finally falling into place for him. He already had a guaranteed spot on the team but to be fair to everyone else, decided to try out anyway. He was outmaneuvering everyone, really showing to them why he got the position, when he took a hard hit to his ankle from a teammate. He fell to the ground, grabbing his ankle in pain. He thought it might have just been bruised or sprained but looking at the x-rays, seeing the bone in several pieces, he knew it was over. His chance of playing professionally was over.  

He fell into a depression, stopped caring about anything and his grades started to slip. He was on academic probation and at risk of being kicked out of school. He left his education behind and started working odd jobs just to pay the bills.

It wasn’t until he ran into an old teammate that his life started to get back on track. He worked at a local radio station as the night show host and he was looking for a cohost. Finn reluctantly took the job but soon found himself enjoying it immensely. After working there for six months, he knew what he wanted to do with his life. He re-enrolled in college and got his degree in Communication.

After graduation, he was hired by the same radio station where he got his start as the new night show host. He worked there for 12 amazing years before getting a call that would force him back home.

PRESENT

Finn moved back to Bridgeport after his found out that his father was sick. They had found something during a routine exam that was concerning and after weeks of not knowing, it confirmed his father’s cancer diagnosis. His mother told him it wasn’t necessary for him to come back because his father was still healthy but Finn doesn’t want to take any chances and miss out on opportunities to spend time with his dad so while conflicted, he decided to move home.

He has found a nice house in Old Bridgeport and has been there now for two months. When he heard about the Wave, Bridgeport’s Radio Station, being up for sale, he figured it was fate. He put in an offer and has just found out that it was approved.

Despite all the good things that had happened in his life, there were still unanswered questions that he needed answered but after all these years with no communication, he doubted if they would ever be answered. He is trying to put the past behind him and move on completely and for the most part, he has achieved that but the past doesn’t always stay in the past. 

[plumbob-pudding]

Dawn turned thirteen in the winter. Unlike Cosmo, she had little interest in joining the local high school, in fact, she couldn’t imagine anything more tortuous than spending hours surrounded by hormonal strangers. Dawn liked having time to herself.

 For her birthday, Pam and Colt had gifted her a tree house that she’d proclaimed was hers and only hers- she threatened anyone who even thought of climbing up the ladder. She spent all her hours there: meditating, tending to her plants or just daydreaming, it was her favourite place in the entire world.

[bibbawrites]

I Want Your Midnights - Owen Joyner x Female Reader (SMUT - 18+)

Request: NONE 

Word Count: 2568 words

Summary: You bring your boyfriend Owen home for your family New Years party, which ends with you getting a little more than a New Years kiss 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, oral s*x (both male and female receiving), squirting, slight overstimulation 

A/N: this is literally just 2.5k words of self indulgent babble lol so this idea came into my mind and I couldn’t get it out, i know i should be working on requests but i just had to write this, sorry!  as i said, this is very self indulgent, the way new years is described is exactly how my family and our neighbours (who are close friends at this point lol) celebrate each year so i couldn’t help myself  sorry for any typos, its 4am lol  hope you enjoy it! 

Tag List (let me know if you want to be added, removed or if you change your url): @happinessinthedarkesttimes​ @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals​ 

Every single year your family celebrated New Years Eve exactly the same way. 

Your neighbours across the road would set up a table and chairs on their driveway, and your family and your next door neighbours would head across the road for a barbeque and drinks under the stars, with the Christmas lights that covered the three houses shining in the darkness. 

And then after food the kids would always head inside to play a board game or battle it out on Just Dance, only stopping at midnight to watch the New Years fireworks go off and to run around with sparklers. 

That’s how New Years had been for as long as you could remember. Only this year, things were going to be slightly different. 

You were bringing Owen, your boyfriend of just over a year. You had celebrated New Years apart the year before, opting for a text to wish each other happy new year instead. 

But you’d been dating for over a year now, and you couldn’t wait for Owen to meet your friends and family, and have the chance to ring in the new year together. 

Owen pulled his truck into your parent’s driveway, parking before turning to you, his eyes full of anxiety. 

“You’ll be fine, they’re all gonna love you.” You assured him, grabbing onto his hand. He bit his lip. 

“There’s just so many people to remember.” He sighed slightly. “Give me a recap?” 

You nodded. 

“So you know my family’s names, right? Mum is Alice, Dad James, brothers Tom, Will and Lucas.” You said, and he nodded, so you continued. 

“Rose and Max own the house we’re going to, and their daughter is Sophie. Then our other neighbours, the ones next door, are Graham and Pam, and their daughters Violet and Bella. You’ve met Violet, she’s my best friend, remember?” Owen nodded again. 

“I think I’ll survive your family, it’s just everyone else I’m worried about.” He told you. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. 

“It will be okay. I’ll make sure to introduce everyone when we get over there, okay?” You said, leaning across the car to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now we should probably get inside and see if Mum needs help with anything.” 

You climbed out of his truck, walking around to his side of the car and waiting for him to hop out, grabbing onto his hand when he did. He locked his truck and with a last reassuring squeeze you were leading him around to the front of your house. 

“Do we knock?” He questioned as you reached the door. You giggled and shook your head. 

“Knock knock!” You called out, opening the front door. 

“It’s open.” Your mum’s voice called back from the kitchen. You led Owen down the hallway and into the kitchen, smiling widely when you saw your mum and dad stood behind the bench. 

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Your mum joked, and you dropped Owen’s hand to give her a quick hug, then your dad next. When you stepped back he grabbed onto you again. 

“Mum, Dad, this is my boyfriend Owen. Owen, this is my mum Alice, and my dad James.” You introduced. 

“It’s very nice to meet you sir and ma’am.” Owen smiled, and you squeezed his hand to reassure him. 

“Oh please, call us Alice and James dear. It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you I feel like I already know you.” Your mother laughed. “This one never shuts up about you.” 

You pouted. 

“Don’t expose me.” You said. Owen grinned. 

“It’s okay baby. if you asked my mum she’d say exactly the same thing.” He told you and you smiled up at him, before turning your attention back to your parents. 

“Is there anything you need taken across the road?” You asked and your dad nodded. 

“We were just about to take the chairs over, do you want to tell the boys and we’ll all head over now?” He suggested and you nodded, dragging Owen behind you as you went to find your three brothers. 

After introducing Owen to your brothers and collecting the chairs from your garage, the seven of you headed across the road to where your neighbours had already set up the table and barbeque. 

“Hello everyone!” Rose greeted from her spot next to the table with Sophie, as you made your way up the driveway. 

“Ooh we’ve got a ring in.” Max joked, coming over from his spot behind the barbeque. 

“This is my boyfriend Owen.” You introduced. “O, this is Rose and Max, and that’s Sophie.” You pointed to each one as you said their names. 

Owen waved shyly and Rose smiled. 

“Don’t be nervous, we’re all very nice.” She said and Owen smiled back. You placed your chairs down at the table, before turning to find your other neighbours heading up the driveway. 

Violet was the first to reach you, throwing her arms around you. 

“Hey friend!” She exclaimed as you hugged her back with one arm, your other hand linked tightly with Owen’s. She pulled away, grinning happily at your boyfriend. 

“Hey Owen it’s good to see you again.” She said, pulling him into a hug too. You giggled at the slightly shocked expression that covered his face for a few seconds before he hugged her back. 

“Nice seeing you too Violet.” He replied. She turned to her family. 

“This is Y/N’s boyfriend Owen. Owen this is my mum Pam, my dad Graham and my sister Bella.” She said. Owen smiled at them. 

“Howdy.” Graham greeted, while Pam and Bella just waved. 

“Now.” Your mum spoke up. “Should we get this party started?” 

Everyone settled in quickly, loud chatter filling the air as the sun went down. The three fathers headed over to the barbeque, Owen joining them tentatively, and you watched from your chair as your father handed him a beer and made sure to include him in the joking. You smiled, watching your boyfriend visibly relax which could have been because of the alcohol, but also could have been because of the fact that he could finally let go of the fear of being rejected by your friends and family. 

“So Y/N, how did you meet?” Rose questioned, drawing your attention back to the women who were sat around the table. 

“We met through a mutual friend, he was having a little halloween party and invited me and introduced me to Owen and we hit it off and started dating a few weeks later.” You explained. 

“When was that?” Pam asked. 

“Last year. We’ve been dating for a year and a month or so.” You told her. They all nodded. 

“He seems like a good one.” Your mother said and you smiled, looking over to where Owen was stood, laughing at a joke Max had made. 

“He is.” You agreed. “He’s a very good one.”  

The dinner part of the night went well, everyone loudly joking around. Owen had fitted in well, confidently adding to stories and asking questions, and you couldn’t help but smile at how perfect the situation was. 

After dinner, as per tradition, the kids of the three families headed inside, leaving the adults to sit and chat. You dragged Owen inside, sitting together on the couch as the younger kids decided what to play. 

“Why don’t we go back outside and play hide and seek?” Bella suggested and when everyone agreed you all headed back outside and down the driveway onto the road. 

“Oldest counts first.” Sophie said, and Violet groaned loudly before covering her eyes and beginning to count. You grabbed Owen’s hand, pulling him with you. 

“I have the perfect hiding spot.” You told him, dragging him up into your front yard and into a small space between your house and a large bushy tree that concealed the two of you perfectly. 

“You’re not scared of spiders, are you?” You questioned, and Owen’s eyes widened. 

“I’m scared of all bugs, you know this.” He exclaimed in a hushed voice. You pulled an apologetic face, before an idea popped into your head. 

“I know something that will keep your mind off it.” You said, before pulling his face down to kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned, pulling your body against his as he kissed you back, the two of you lost in your own little world. 

“Ew oh my god, get a room!” Violet’s voice came and you and Owen jumped apart quickly. 

“Shut up.” You replied and Violet laughed. 

“Whatever. Found you, go join the other losers in the street.” 

Midnight finally came around after hours of running around, playing Lego Rock Band on Xbox, and playing the family friendly version of Cards Against Humanity. 

Everyone regathered in the living room, watching as the timer on the tv counted down, and you all joined in noisily. 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!” You all cheered, and you grinned as Owen pulled you in to a soft kiss. 

“Happy New Year O.” You mumbled against his lips. He smiled as he pulled away. 

“Happy New Year.” He replied. 

After exchanging well wishes with everyone you decided to head home, accepting your mother’s offer of staying the night in your childhood room. 

You watched as Owen pulled his clothes off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. 

“Happy new year indeed.” You joked, your eyes raking his body. He blushed, stepping closer to you. 

“Your turn.” He whispered, pulling on your dress and helping you take it off, leaving the two of you stood in just your underwear. 

“Does your door lock?” Owen questioned softly, reaching out to run a hand down your side. You swallowed as you shook your head. He made a sound in disappointment. 

“Guess we’ll just have to be careful then.” He said, closing the gap between you and lifting you up to kiss you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he spun around, placing you down onto your bed and climbing on top of you, reconnecting your lips. 

You ran your hands through his long hair, scratching slightly on his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. He grinded his hips down into yours, causing you both to gasp at the contact, your kiss getting steamier by the second.

Owen broke the kiss, panting slightly. 

“We don’t have a condom.”  He muttered.

“That’s okay.” You kissed him softly. “We can improvise.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He questioned. You nodded, pushing him off you and forcing him to lay back on your bed. You palmed his dick through his underwear and he groaned.

“Fuck Y/N.” He muttered. You shushed him.

“Don’t want to be caught, do we?” You said, before pulling at his underwear, letting his dick spring free.

Owen moaned as you lent down, licking a single line up his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip.

“Make sure you’re quiet for me baby.” You instructed, before taking his dick in your mouth, putting as much in as you could without choking and wrapping your hand around the remaining part. Owen’s hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head, licking and sucking on his dick and occasionally scraping your teeth gently along it to hear his shaky gasp.

“I’m close baby.” Owen warned eventually and you tapped on his thigh to let him know it was okay for him to cum, a signal you had been using since the first time you messed around with each other. You continued to bob your head, humming against his dick which was all he needed to tumble over the edge, his hot cum filling your mouth as he moaned into your pillow to stay quiet. After working him through his orgasm you pulled off his dick with a satisfying pop, before swallowing his cum and leaning down to kiss him.

“Your turn.” He instructed once you broke apart from the kiss, flipping you over so that you were laying on the bed. He quickly undid your bra, throwing it to the floor before kissing his way down your chest, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as his tongue flicked at your sensitive nipple. He pulled away, before repeating the same actions with your other nipple, and once he was satisfied he began kissing his way down your abdomen, stopping only to pull your panties off.

He spread your legs before making himself comfortable between them. He lent down, sucking a hickie into both of your inner thighs.

“Owen.” You moaned quietly and he grinned up at you.

“That’s it baby, you ready?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You said, your tone verging on begging.

He grinned again, before burying his face in your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit as you bit into your pillow to stay quiet.

“Delicious.” He commented cheekily, before slipping his tongue inside you, his hand coming up to massage your clit as he tongue fucked you.

“If you keep doing that I won’t last.” You warned and he ignored you, his tongue flicking faster.

“Owen.” You groaned, as he moved his mouth back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. “I’m gonna...”

You were cut off by your orgasm shaking your body, moaning quietly into the pillow.

Owen looked up at you, giving you a cheeky look before continuing his assault on your now extremely sensitive clit.

“Owen what are you doing?” You questioned shakily. He laughed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“Helping you start the new year right.” He explained before returning his attention to your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit once more.

It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of your orgasm to reappear, and you warned Owen quickly, gasping when he sucked your clit back into his mouth as a response.

Your orgasm hit quickly, and to both of your shock you squirted all over Owen’s face. He pulled away, staring at you in shock.

“Holy fuck.” He said after a moment. Too exhausted to reply you just nodded.

“Fuck.” Was all you could get out. Owen grinned.

“I didn’t know I could make her squirt.” He muttered, mostly to himself, as he grabbed one of the towels your mother had left out for the two of you to use in the morning, wiping his face and chest with it, before heading back to you.

“You okay baby?” He questioned, wiping your thighs that were covered in liquid from when you squirted.

“Yeah just exhausted.” You said, letting Owen clean you up.

Once he was done he grabbed your underwear from the floor and helped you pull it back on before offering you his shirt he had been wearing, which you accepted sleepily. He pulled his boxer briefs on before pulling back the covers of your bed and helping you in, climbing in next to you.

You yawned, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Happy new year O, I love you.” You whispered.

“Happy new year, I love you too.” He replied, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You snuggled closer and not long after that you found yourself falling asleep, ready for another new year with your amazing boyfriend.

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okay so i'm gonna be doing this AGAIN AAAA

killing eve 4x08 SPOILERS APLENTY MATES. WISH ME LUCK AAAAAA

WOW OKAY NOT SURPRISING BUT ALSO SO SURPRISING. GOOD FOR EVE OMWWWWWWWWWWWW. good that she used her skills!!!!!!

SHE CLIMBED A FUCKING TREE?

villanelle's Face. the whistle is terrifying. WELL DONE EVE OMW; vill's FACE OMW WHAT THAT WAS SO GRUESOME

HER HANDS ARE RED. "you know why i'm here." MMMMM. debatable eve <3 this is honestly such terrifying imagery. GUNN WTF

SHE FLIPPED HER THE BIRD OFC SHE DID. their faces are so amused omw wHat these murderous wives.

the inverse of their green and yellow,,,,,,, eve's green & yellow. SHE JUST SPUN HER AROUND????? AFTER SHE DEADASS CONFESSED THIS WHOLE FKN ADULT SHENANIGAN?? i Love v sometimes. they're terrible together <3

why is carolyn just. letting the thing go. no walking she's vibing in the airport HUGO?????

i am Shaking. i love her insults lmaooooooo

A BOTHY (google it) FUCKING CACKLING

mary poppins??? what an exclamation. of Course these two assholes end up in a couple's cabin Lmaooooo.

eve looks So very done. oh their clothes though,,,,,, "she stalked me" I LOVE THEM. THEY'RE JOKING LMAOOOO. their looks exchanged.

"maggie gave me a kidney" OF COURSE. vill is so worried <333 they are worrying kidney twins <3 OHHHH THEIR SCARS BAHAHAHA.

liking the upgraded safehouse though i will say.

hugo is a bizarre little man not sure if i feel anything particular for his New character. carolyn never liked him did she, but he Knows her psychologically huh. THE LISTENING DEVICES OMW i love her (all of them)

HE IS RUNNING BAHA OOPS. russian agents disguised as gfs lolllll

they're doing tarot cards??? ofc. oh the fireplace love <33 "i think i might kill them" "i think i might help you" they ARE in love your honour

ohhhhhhh,,,,,, of course vill agrees. eve is concerned. OH this is gonna foreshadow shit huh YUP. LOVE that she snorted. NOT AS A UNIT LMAOOOOO. SHE GOT A GOOD CARD?????? THAT'S SO LOVELY WAIT AWWWWW

"celestial light" AND BIBLICAL SYMBOLISM. "don't shove the sun" CRYING

the death card. totally not concerning at all. the Frown on her face,,,,, villanelle's hand on her shoulder oof

am concerned about carolyn lol

oh HER REASSURANCE. "you're a lot today" "i'm a lot every day" BAHA. good for them. THE FACE OF CONCERN w the sleeping bag. does eve snore. she absolutely does. oh,,,, the softness in vill's face. OH. OH THE SCAR OH MY WORDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I KNEW IT

eve's face. eve's actual face. i might cry AW i love them but hate them. they're smiling so big???? running off?????

NEITHER OF THEM know what is at a truck stop. true children <3 "SNACKS" i Love them. what the fuck were those accents. THE JELLY BEANS.

she is so childish. she absolutely refuses to let eve dancey dance. OH THE SONG GOT LOUDER. I LOVE THEM

_DON'T YOU WANT ME HOME_ AAA

the music just Stops. of course <3 EVE'S SO HAPPY ABOUT CURLY FRIES. i Love them. love them wholeheartedly but why is this man staring so intensely.

Oh Carolyn. AND PAM!!!?!?!?!?! oh,,, oh yeah. shit the letter,,,,,,,, "with a pizza cutter" oh her Face. her face,,,,, OF COURSE WAIT. OF COURSE.

eve????? "you're a psychopath" i Love them. have i mentioned? THE SALT ADDING. HOW TERRIBLE <333 oh shit. maybe they're misled too,,,,

oh she remembers bill. mmmmmm. unloved starting to play faintly cry

pam my sweet sweet child i love her. good for carolyn,,, "feelings are an inconvenience" well yes ofc for You <3 HER DAUGHTER CRY

yes geraldine Was supremely irritating.

why is she just,, going swimming? is she having a crisis lmao. PAM BAHA why are you encouraging her. this must have been sm fun to film. "just seen a dead fox" I LOVE THIS SHOW

THEY ARE IN LOVE. YOU KNOW HOW YOU CAN TELL THEY ARE HAVING A PISSING CONTEST UNLIKE WEIRD CARAVAN ASSHOLES <3 /big j

YOU ARE KIDDING ME THE SIMPLICITY IN THEIR KISS AND THEN EVEEEEEEEEE

OH THE SONG. THE SONG. OF COURSE

YOU ARE KIDDING OFC THEY'RE LIKE THAT. I ADORE THEM. I REALLY DO. I LOVE THEM SM

(MI6's Pub. of Course it is)

"eating pickle straight from the jar" BAHA. OHHHHHHHHH OFC THEY'RE ALL THERE. OFC. VILLANELLE BELOVED. "i miss havana" they are lovely.

oh no. eve. oh no. are they okay??? THANK her??? THAT'S SUCH A CHAOTIC THING TO THANK HER FOR BUT YEAH. YEAH. PREDICTABILITY. "mad endgame" yeah there Is no excuse. of course. but chaotic psychoanalysis,,,,,

carolyn Worry. worry. NOOOO VILLANELLE'S RUSSIAN GOODBYE I AM CRYING

She Changed The Meeting. "with my blessing"

PAMELA. oh no,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THE AIR GUITAR OMW

i am so worried about what that dare might be. Oh No the Looking. THE BOAT WTFFFFFF

we have Twelve Minutes i am NOT ready. NOT READY.

i am gonna miss carolyn's weird remarks <333

pam and carolyn actually do make a good duo. Noooooooooo the game,,,,,,,, why the game,,,,,,,

"eve and loyalty is a dubious virtue" BUT WE ALWAYS KNEW THAT. ARE YOU KIDDING ARE THEY GONNA KILL EVE. YES PAM. YES PAM I LOVE YOU SM RN.

I'M SO PROUD. CAROLYN HAVE YOUR PLAN THWARTED <3

THAT'S what they call the boat? Dixie Queen??? do Not kill everyone. WHAT ARE THEY DOING. SHE PULLED HER IN FOR A KISS YOU ARE KIDDING ME. i am dead a thousand times over

Oh,,,,, oh the officiation. FOR A QUEER WEDDING

glad to see villanelle actively moving at least. NOOOOO THE GAS LEAK. EVE CANNOT DO THIS TO SAVE HER LIFE BAHA

you're KIDDING. THEY BROUGHT BACK TELL ME MY WORDDDD

eve being watched while she talks about kintsuki,,,,,,, i am Crying. AWWW EVE.

i am beyond worried about the gas leak. "Hello Losers" I LOVE HER HAVE I MENTIONED

eve is just loving life while villanelle is SHREDDING OMFWWWWWWW

villanelle. i am worried about you. OH HER FACE & TEARS. NO WHY IS SHE LEAVING. NOOOOO. VILL

THE BLOOD IS VISIBLE ON HER SHIRT. OH THEY'RE BY THE BRIDGE. OHHHHH. THE HUG. THE HUG,,,,,, WE HAVE FOUR MINUTES FUCK

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck they shot villanelle. fuckfuckfuxkfuckfuckfuck OH THEY'RE FALLING INTO THE WATER FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFJXK

they will probably both die huh. i will literally cry

no,,,,, of absolute course. EVEEEE. SCREW CAROLYN HONESTLY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK. I HAVE NEVER HATED HER MORE RN. THEY SHOULD HAVE KILLED EVE THESE ASSES. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. romeo and juliet but so not,,,,,,

oh my fuck. of course. i'm honestly not surprised. and the song,,,,,, i love this show. i will miss it forever and ever. i am so sorry vill. i will miss you forever and ever & thank you pwb (PWB SPECIFICALLY) for making such beautiful characters. final round of applause; i love them all. rest well, killing eve-- gbye <33

[starrysupercell]

Brawlers' Pets Headcanon Dump!! (Some are canon but I just go into detail)

I've left out most of the ones I've covered in depth already, which include the Townsfolk Trio (1, 2, 3, 4,), Buzz and Surge, (1, 2) The Coworkers (not mine originally, but I’m on board!!) and Mortis.

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Shelly: Used to have a pet chicken when she was younger that she saved from being slaughtered. The bird followed her around everywhere and lived a full happy life. Lived to an old chicken age ❤

Currently, she has Kit, a lil tiny kitten. She spoils her greatly. Superb pet owner! She trusts only a few people to watch her cat, which includes Primo, Piper, Edgar and Lou. ...I can see Colt being mildly allergic to cats tbh, so he's off the table... (He will either still pet and fawn over Kit and deal with the slight repercussions, or he's one of those folks who refuse to admit that cats are cute in their own way. Can't decide yet!)

Also since Princess Shelly has that Frog gun, she'll probably get a pet frog soon too!

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Lou: One secret Sugar Glider named Cane that he lets roam around in the Snowtel against Mr. P's wishes. He's a good pet owner, but sometimes he loses track of the cutie because of the free range he allows her. Shenanigans arise when P feels something shifty is going on. Gale has his back if he's in the know, however. He will say "No, I haven't seen anything strange, Mr. P." to his boss' face while seeing the Sugar Glider descending to Lou from the second floor into his hands.

Once, Lou had to hide Cane inside his machinery for a couple of minutes while P was around. It felt 😵 absolutely awful. Ever since then, he's taken to being more mindful of her. It IS irresponsible to have Cane roaming around in a large place without supervision.

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Gale: Pet snake named Twister. He's a decent owner, and would be better if he weren't so overworked. He does make time for him as best as he can. Luckily, if push comes to shove, he's found that if he mentions his lament to see his pet snake around/to fellow pet snake owner Byron, there will either be a personal offer for extra caretaking or Mr. P will be sent a notice encouraging more leeway for his employee.

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Mike: a Canary named Canary. The funny/odd thing about Mike is that he CLAIMS to be a grumpy fellow, but there's no supporting evidence of that anywhere! Birds take time and patience to train (personal experience), and Canary is so attached to him, so why u lying, Mike??

Anyway, he does not let anyone handle Canary at all. I think I said before that he would trust Jacky with her, but I changed my mind. There's just no convincing him! He's also a top notch owner because birds don't like loud noises and that's why he keeps Canary under his hard hat.

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Belle: a horse named Elodie. The one we see in the GA animation! Elodie is dependable, fierce and used to the fast paced lifestyle Belle puts her through. Elodie gets regular coat brushes, healthy diet, exercise (+ extra when she's brought for a heist).

If anyone else tries to ride her, Elodie will simply not budge... Not unless Belle outright hands her reins to somebody else. A tough horse for a wild gal. (Oh, I've technically covered her, but it's okay.)

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Emz: Pet *inhales* OPOSSUM. You can't change my mind 💜💜 Her name is Molly. She found her when Uncle Frank made her take out the trash (because she will learn to do basic household chores) And she came across a lil baby possum trying to climb up a tree nearby. "EW." She said, but it was fuzzy and cute and the ears looked too big for its head.... anyway it took a while to be able to catch the skittish creature. She brought her inside and the rest is history. (She forgot to put the trash in the can. Frank was disappointed, but Ash was way way worse.)

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Jessie: Pam and (mostly) Nani said no to a real pet, but ever-crafty Jessie came up with Scrappy! The other Turrets in her Skins are all different robots too with different names and personalities, as I've covered before!

I also like to think that when she's older and lives with Penny (or a different partner/on her own, depending on your preference, but Watter Canon under this roof 😤), she gets a real dog. Border Collie, perhaps. And Penny would probably get a noisy Parrot. Of course, that's wayyy into the future... post Starr Park~

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Stu- Frilled-neck Lizard! Since Edgar has a Tarantula, someone needed a lizard. And like. This is just so fitting tbh. I can't explain it. He found the lizard as he was just rolling along one day and picked it up and took him home.

I don't know what's going through Stu's head but he probably named the boy something like Rocket Blast Extravaganza. He takes really great care of him and presses his face against the glass tank to stare at him adoringly. He looked up how to take care of reptiles properly. He Will get another one soon.

~☆~

As a recap for the Fantasy AU!

Wizard Byron’s Owl/Familiar is named Eglantine, and Barley’s Unicorn Steer is named Hana. (Y’all will look at them because I love their names, I put effort.)

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...Loan Shark Byron has one or two sharks bc he’s crazy.

[crab-in-a-pocket]

Greetings fellow wizard fucker👋 I am very glad to find someone else who appreciates mr. Magic man! I would also like to request some headcanons of wizard and a shy farmer, please! Cause I would much rather hang out in a tower doing spells rather than overwhelm myself trying to befriend an entire town. Thank you!

aw shit this is so cute. not as general as the wizard and the (shy) farmer chilling but more specific as to how they got into a relationship mwah. lowkey based on the romanceable rasmodius mod and always @iniro's wizard portrait mod. quite long so you can check it out under the cut!

the first time you met him, there was a sort of relaxing feeling to his place. sure, cold stone walls and all that wizard jazz, but he wasn't pushy or too nice or judgemental. he was just... there

you liked that feeling. he didn't expect anything from you and you didn't expect anything from him. and he was rather good at ending conversations without making you feel awkward.

making friends with the townsfolk is cool but it's weird making friends with them just one at a time— you couldn't handle that. you had to choose.

the first time you visit the wizard for no reason in particular is a rainy, rainy day. lightning lights up the dark clouds and the thunderclaps are so loud it threatens to tear the sky apart.

you wanted to show the wizard some things you had found in the mines. a tiny, warm orb of swirling golden light, and a tiny, icy ball of pitch black ink. and you made sure to leave before it rained but by the time you stood at his doorstep, you were already soaked to the bone.

you hesitate a little— it was always like this at the start— and then knock firmly. once, then twice.

he is shocked to see you standing there, dripling wet at his doorstep. but he ushers you in after a slightly suspicious squint, and when he offers you tea and you hold the little orbs out to him as if sharing marbles, he is so, so, surprised.

he shows you what the orbs do, teaches you little snippets of magic, and then it carries on like so. it becomes a routine, a steady habit you didn't wan't to break.

he eventually tells you to call him by his name. magnus, you say, letting it roll off your tongue, practicing it. magnus, magnus, magnus. i like your name.

his amused smile helps you say with more certainty.

you didn't really want to go to the flower dance. you had no one to dance with and you had chores to do. but attending community gatherings is the first step to forging friendships, isn't it?

your hellos are weak and half-hearted. you finally crack— you don't want to be here ans you're desperately looking for a way out without getting spotted (bridge? pierre. river? willy, pam, leah, and elliott.)

eyeing a crack through the fences, you duck and slip past it, pushung past thick brambles and sidling past trees ubtil you reach what appears to be a steep sort of natural staircase. you climb it and, much to your surprise, you see a familiar face.

you aren't supposed to be up here, the wizard tells you. neither are you, you reply.

did you ask anyone to dance?

laughing, you say, no, i don't think any of them would like to dance with me.

funnily enough, he smiles back (though with a different sort of emotion, you couldn't quite tell which) and says, you could be wrong. you could be a very good dance partner for all you know.

oh, then, would you like to dance with me? you rib, grinning at him now.

the expression on his face shifts and it becomes unreadable. you're hardly surprised when he says, i wouldn't know the steps.

it is his polite way of rejecting you. you're quite sure of that. smiling, you tell him, well, i wouldn't know them either.

sometimes, you just watch him while he works on enchantments and spells. it's nice, watching him work on his craft while you read about firemaking, something you've been working on for a while. you've made a few crops bloom early and even grew a fruit out of season, but you've never tried making fire, something made of raw emotion and passion and magic.

you need to let the energy burst from you, magnus says. then, you need to pull it back in just so. he sounds like a broken radio at this point, always repeating it.

like a lighter? you ask, as if you haven't asked it a thousand times before.

yes, just like that.

you try every emotion. you try when you're happy, when you're sad, when you're angry, when you're not feeling a single thing at all, and when you can feel every damned feeling in the world. it doesn't work.

my hand is broken, you grumble, clutching your cup of tea so fiercely your knuckles are white. or it could be my feelings. probably my feelings.

don't be silly. your hand can't possibly be broken, magnus scoffs, taking the seat across you and picking up his own cup of tea.

incredulously, you ask, you think my feelings are broken? seriously?

magnus shrugs. yes, maybe, i don't know. put down your tea cup and give me your hand.

you oblige and lean across the table, outstretching your arm. he takes your hand in his (you've always admired his hands, rather large and long-fingered but still elegant. you imagined them to be soft... you didn't think you'd be right.) and you're taken aback at the sudden flare of emotion rushing through you. not one you've never known, but one you didn't quite expect.

he flips your hand over and his thumb presses into your palm. he is so, so, so focused on your hand (is that dirt under your nails?) that he fails to see you struggling not to blush

he tells you to flatten your hand, as flat as it can go, then he says something surprising.

how about you try and think of someone you hate? think of burning their face into ash. his face colors a little but his smile is razor sharp. that's how i first did it.

you laugh at that, startled, then you realize he's being serious. you try, trying to see your ex's face hovering over your palm being burnt to a crisp. you try and try and try until you're blue in the face.

it's not working, you tell him angrily.

a pensive look falls across his face. magnus has a tendency to stick out his lower lip as if he was pouting when he thinks. you feel your anger ebbing away at the silly face he's making. your heart pounds harder than ever and you can hardly look at him, your cheeks flushing.

he is still holding onto your hand when a fire bursts into life, white hot. it cools to a pale shade of blue, flickering like a kitchen flame. it is as hot as the summer sun on your shoulders, so hot it could burn.

magnus yelps. so do you, and the fire dies. your hand is unmarred but, clearly, at magnus' hisses of pain, you've singed his fingers.

i'm sorry, i didn't mean to! you cry out, a worried look on your face. to your utter shock, he smiles.

what did you think of? he asks, a pleased smile on his lips. your flame was as blue as spirit fire.

i- i- i didn't think of anything, really. i'm not sure, you stutter out, avoiding his eyes. fuck. you're screwed. he's always been good at seeing lies and he didn't like any kind of them.

his frown tells you that he didn't not believe your weak excuse.

you avoid magnus for a while. you break your comforting routine and you thrust yourself into making friends with people in town. it helps just a little, lifting your spirits. one day, in the forest, you see leah asking for your help-- she wants to reach a fruit on a tree. you never looked in the direction of magnus' tower anymore. you hesitate for a moment, then you help leah, your gaze anywhere but on the tower.

try as you might, your gaze is on the tower. how could it not be, when what you are drawn to is its sharp little roof and the large telescope sticking out of it, and the ivy creeping up and down its stone brick walls? how could you not be drawn to it when it was a place you could almost call home?

i shouldn't be prying, leah says all of a sudden once you've let her down and you turn to walk away. but you used to visit the tower's occupant, didn't you? i just always saw you walking back and forth.

you stare at her for a moment, and then two. yes, i did, you finally reply. i'll visit soon. just... not now.

you are far too confused to go back. not yet. did you really like magnus that way? or was it a fluke, just a lonely, touch-starved person reaching for a body to hold on to, friendships be damned? you didn't want to fuck this up. you haven't made a proper fire in a week. you miss the surge of energy, of power, of emotion. you miss him.

pierre has taken to selling bouquets. bright, colorful flowers. they're for a special someone, he says to you when he catches you looking at them curiously. for heartfelt confessions, if i couldn't be any plainer.

you buy one and keep it in your house, in a vase with water to keep it alive. you wonder if it is worth the risk. you can see the tower's roof from the second floor of your house. you settle in with the bouquet at your right hand and a cup of tea in the left.

it has been an entire two weeks since you've last seen him. in fairness, it is nearing the end of fall and most of your heavy rumination has been during your farm chores as you work to keep in pace with your harvest to prepare for the incoming winter season.

you decide to tell him that you like him romantically. and if he doesn't care for you in that way, you will try and salvage your friendship to the best of your abilities. it is a foolhardy plan, as magnus would put it, but it is the best plan you have.

the last autumn rain is slowly falling and you pick up the pace, not wanting to get the bouquet dripping wet. your bag hangs at your side, filled to the brim with glittering balls of light and darkness.

when you finally stand at his dooratep, lightning lights up the dark clouds and the thunderclaps are so loud it threatens to tear the sky apart. you are soaked to the bone, but you have heated up your hand just enough to dry your clothes at a pat and touch.

you hesitate a little— just like at the start— and then knock firmly. once, then twice.

the door swings open and the surprise on magnus' face would have been comedic, if it were not for the circumstances. he stares at you, lamely carrying a bouquet upside down, dripping wet.

can i come in? you ask, surprised at the unwavering tone of your voice. unless you're busy. then i'll go.

magnus nods mutely (you're confused for a second there, and he steps aside to let you in before locking the door behind you. for a moment, you two just stand there silently, drowning in the awkward silence. then, he breaks it just as you do.

let me get some tea for you, you're dripping water on my floor, you might get sick—

i brought something for you, you weren't actually doing—

for a moment, everything is back as it was and you laugh and he chuckles at the predicament. then, you try and stomp off as much water as possible right at his door. you keep drying yourself with your heated hand and you remove your shoes and socks, marveling at the warmth of the floor. magnus disappeared to make tea— you follow after him, careful not to ruin the bouquet.

so, why are you here? he asks, his tone careful, once you seat yourself at his tea table. you've been gone a while. busy with the fall harvest?

yes, i was busy. but i was also avoiding you, you tell him honestly, and you can see him stiffen at that.

why? did i do something?

no, i did. i was confused and scared... i didn't want to lose my only friend, you know. it wasn't right for me to just up and leave for 2 weeks, though, i'm sorry.

he sits across you and hands you your cup of hot, steaming tea. what did you do?

i acted like a fool, you say, taking a sip to warm yourself. you feel your confidence waning. you have never been so straightforward in your life— what on earth is wrong with you? so you see, magnus, this is for you. you jerk your head in the direction of the bouquet on its side, flowers a little limp and raindrops on its many bright petals.

he looks confused. confused but appreciative. er, thank you for the bouquet. it's lovely. and he leaves it at that.

you stare at him, bewildered. then, you start to laugh. you... you don't know what it means, then? you move your tea cup of the saucer and you rip your bag open, fumbling for the balls of solar and void essence.

no, i'm afraid i don't, he replies, starting to sound a little annoyed and exasperated. care to enlighten me?

you put the solar and void essence on the saucer and push it towards him. you smile a little mournfully at the sudden surprise on his face and say, it means i like you, magnus. romantically.

the room falls silent. he looks up at you and you can hear him thinking and you can see the flush on his face as he stammers out a response, but you shake your head, i was thinking we could still be friends if you didn't like me back. but that’s not fair for either of us, is it? you’re right and you know it, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the hot shame prickling under your skin.

you turn to leave. i’m really sorry about this. i’m so sorry i had to ruin it.

no, no, don’t go. i didn’t know what the bouquet meant, really, i didn’t. i’m glad you were honest with me. look, i didn’t say i didn’t like you back that way. don’t go. please? he says all this in a rush and you freeze, trying to comprehend what he just said.

you... like me back? you ask, your voice suddenly meek.

i haven’t ‘liked’ anyone since i was a teenager, magnus says, mirth in his voice. but, yes, it could be just that.

a hand clasps your wrist and you turn around to look at him, his eyes shining with warmth and his cheeks a soft pink. are you still going? he asks, his brows knotting. you know he’s referring to the storm.

no. no, i think i can stay, you tell him, and you take your seat once more. to your utter surprise an amusement, you hear the scrape of his chair and find him sitting next instead of across you this time.

making friends becomes easier during the winter. you don’t have much to do, really, and so you split your time between the mines, fishing, the pub, and the tower.

you didn't really want to go to the flower dance. you had no one to dance with in particular and you had chores to do. but attending community gatherings is important, especially because you’re part of the said community.

you greet everyone cheerfully and they ask you about your farm. you’re grateful that they are too eager for the festivities to begin to make any more conversation aside from small talk. it is time to make your exit, you think

eyeing a crack through the fences, you duck and slip past it, pushing past thick brambles and sidling past trees until you reach what appears to be a steep sort of natural staircase. you climb it and, to your amusement, you see a familiar face.

you aren't supposed to be up here, magnus tells you. neither are you, you say cheerfully.

did you ask anyone to dance? he says, and you can hear the jesting undertone.

laughing, you say, no, i’d much rather dance with one person in particular.

he smiles back (though with a different sort of emotion, you still couldn't quite tell which, but you know it is something warm and sweet) and says, not that i would dance down there, but i think i’d rather dance with a very specific person, too.

oh, then, would you like to dance with me? you rib, grinning at him now.

the expression on his face shifts and he huffs out a laugh. you're hardly surprised when he says, i wouldn't know the steps.

you shrug, then reply, well, i could teach you. what do you say?

he blushes, but smiles in return. later, perhaps. when we are alone.

leaning towards magnus, you press a kiss to his lips, one he gladly returns.

[organabanana]

Leaves of three, let it be [1/?] || harlivy

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: DCU (Comics)DCUHarley Quinn (Comics)Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel

Characters: Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel, Selina Kyle

Additional Tags: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of batman fucking bats, most of this is straight up idiocy tbh, i just finished watching the cartoon so everyone swears like a sailor i'm sorry, rated for (ahem) happenings later on, ivy/harley/catwoman frenemies

Series: Part 1 of the Cliché a Week 2021 series

Summary:

Aided by a terrible hangover and a severe lack of impulse control, Harley accidentally drinks an unknown substance at Ivy's apartment and suddenly remembers why Ivy goes by Poison Ivy in her professional life. Luckily for Harley, she's immune to Ivy's toxins. Unluckily for Harley, she may not be immune to her love pheromones, and turning into a human-plant hybrid is not her idea of a good time.

Telling Ivy so she can give her an antidote may seem like the obvious course of action, but there are very few things Harley hates more than disappointing Ivy with her poor decision-making skills. Besides, like Selina said, if she'd drunk pheromones she'd be in love with Ivy by now, right?

And Harley Quinn is absolutely not in love with her best friend.

Notes:

This was (loosely) inspired by Prompt #1104 by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor: “Hey, do you know if potions expire?” “I think it depends on the potion. Why?” “Well, I was really hungover this morning and grabbed the wrong glass and I feel super weird right now.” And "Everyone knows they’re dating except them” from the Cliché A Week Challenge by @montocalypse. The plan is for this to be 4-5 chapters at most BUT I'm not ready to commit to a number just yet so we'll see how that goes!

[ao3 link]

Harley wakes up with a pounding headache that makes her wonder if someone stole her bat and tried to crack her skull with it last night. 

"Ughhh..." she groans, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mouth feels like sandpaper. Her throat feels like... like sandpaper. Listen: she's not in any kind of mood for elaborate, imaginative similes right now. Everything is pain and/or sandpaper. Deal with it.

"Fuck me." It comes out in a whiny, pathetic little voice, and Harley is almost more pissed off about that than about the hangover itself. Where is she, anyway? She forces herself to sort of... perceive  the world around her without moving a muscle or opening her eyes, which may not be the best approach but it works anyway because she totally knows Ive's apartment by smell.

As friends do.

Once that's settled, and she knows she's in fact safe (how could she not be? She's at Ivy's!) Harley moves her right hand and feels around for the bedside table, but apparently she didn't climb into her usual side of the bed (friends have sides of their friends' beds, obviously) because what she feels on her right side is soft and warm and definitely not a bedside table.

"Sorry." She mumbles, affectionately patting Ivy's ass before turning over to the other side and trying again. She does find a table this time, and she nearly cries in relief when she finds a little water bottle waiting for her parched lips to drink.

Score.

It's only when she's downed the whole thing that she realizes two things:

One, that did not  taste like water.

And two, there is a reason Pam goes professionally by Poison  Ivy.

"Shit," Harley stage-whispers, blue eyes now wide open as she stares at the empty bottle in her hand, "shit, shit, shit."

Harley knows she's not dying. She knows she's immune to toxins, and she's cuddled the fuck out of Ivy (as friends do) on enough occasions to know she doesn't break out in hives at Ivy's touch. But the thing about Ivy is, she's kind of an overachiever. There aren't just toxins to worry about. Harley could be about to turn into a fern or something, and nobody could do anything to prevent it.

Well, except Pam.

But you know what? Considering the kind of mood Ivy gets in when Harley makes a less than stellar choice, she's gonna risk turning into a plant rather than waking her up.

"Morning, sunshine." Selina walks -- nay, prances  -- into the bedroom looking flawless as always, which is pretty fucking unfair considering her presence at Ivy's can only mean she was there for whatever hangover-causing shenanigans they all happened to get into last night. But of course, Selina Kyle is above looking like shit while hungover. 

" Selina ," Harley all but hisses (which is fitting, considering Selina's... you know), showing her the empty bottle, "I fucked up."

"When do you not  fuck up, Harley?" It comes off as both smug and somehow charming, which is, again, pretty fucking unfair. "What did you do this time?"

Harley shows her the empty bottle once again, shaking it slightly like she cannot  believe Selina isn't getting the gravity of the situation right away.

"What? I don't get it-- ohh ." Selina lets out a quiet chuckle that sounds almost like a purr. "Yeah, you fucked up."

"Dammit, Selina! What if I turn into a fucking succulent?"

"Oh come on, don't be dramatic. What color was it?"

Harley stares at her. "Don't you think I'd have known not to drink it if I'd looked at it?"

"I mean, I tend to assume people look at things  before putting them in their mouth. But you did  fuck Joker, so..."

"Hurtful." A beat. "Fair, yes, but still. Hurtful."

As if on cue, Ivy rolls over in her sleep, draping her arm across Harley's lap. Harley smiles, momentarily forgetting the bottle and its contents and the potential result of her having drunk them, because Ivy is just such a good friend. Protecting her from Selina's... well. Selina-ness even in her sleep.

"You guys need some privacy?"

Harley doesn't stop gently tracing the vines on the back of Ivy's hand, but she does look away from soft green skin to shoot Selina a teasing look. "Aw, does someone need scritches? Here, pussy pussy..."

Selina rolls her eyes. "Fine. Turn into a fucking sequoia for all I care. At least you'll be good for climbing."

The soft movements of Harley's fingers stop as Selina's words fully sink in. "Wh- what?" Harley's voice sounds a bit deflated, like one of those sad clown balloons after a sad balloon fart.

"I'm just saying. Pheromones and chill forever as a human-tree abomination? Kind of her signature move."

Harley just stares at Selina, horrified at the prospect of spending the rest of her life as a brain-dead tree and trying (and failing) to come up with a plausible reason why there is no way Ivy's pheromones were in that bottle.

"Anyway!" Selina sighs, stretching her arms up over her head. "I should get going. I have cats to feed."

"Wait. Wait!" Harley stage-whispers, and she's suddenly extremely thankful for Ivy sleeping like a log.

Heh. Like a log .

"You can't leave me, Selina! What if you're right?"

"Oh, come on, kitten," Selina says over her shoulder, already on the way to the door, "if it was pheromones you'd be in love with her by now."

The sound of the door slamming shut behind Selina is enough to finally wake Ivy, and Harley feels her best friend's arms tighten around her as Ivy stretches awake.

"Mmmhey, Harls." Ivy mumbles, voice rough and heavy with sleep as she moves even closer to Harley. 

Normally, Harley would've just sunk back into the most comfortable bed ever (there's a reason she rarely sleeps in her own!) and gone in for a round of lazy morning cuddles. She'd have basked in the smell of Ivy in the morning (freshly cut grass sparkling with dew drops) which is so different from the floral notes of Ivy at any other time of the day. She'd have pressed a kiss or two to Ivy's warm skin, felt her lips tingle with the sweet taste of a poison she's very much immune to, and maybe even fallen back to sleep listening to Ivy's heartbeat and the soft rhythm of her breaths.

You know. As friends do.

But today, thanks to Selina (the fact that nobody forced Harley to drink that stupid bottle is irrelevant, of course), Harley can't relax. She stiffens, even, becoming virtually un-snuggable and making Ivy fully open her eyes to give her a questioning look.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, Ive!" The enthusiasm is as fake as her smile, and the way Ivy's eyes narrow tells her it's been very much noticed. "Bit hungover, that's all."

It takes a couple of seconds for Ivy to speak. Like she's pondering whether to mention there's never been a hangover bad enough to keep Harley from getting her cuddle on or to just let it go for now. Harley's delighted to see the second option win in the end.

"Want me to give you something for the headache?"

"Nope!" Harley's on her feet in two seconds flat, practically jumping away from Ivy's warm body and her warm eyes and the warm offer of some nice natural drugs. "Thanks, though. You're sweet as pie, butter...fly."

"Butterfly." Ivy deadpans from the bed, looking more and more like she's mere seconds away from researching actual mental health facilities in Gotham (Arkham does not  count).

"Buttercup doesn't rhyme with pie. Listen, I should go. I have so much to do. There are-- well, you know! Havoc won't wreak itself, right? Gotham needs me."

"To... wreak havoc."

" Pre cisely. Gonna wreak it real good. You know me! Won't settle for a half-wroken havoc." 

"Wro... ken?"

"Oh, for sure, for sure!" What is she even saying? Harley grabs her bat and swings it a little like she's holding a purse and not a weapon, but thankfully she doesn't break anything in Ivy's room, which is great. "Text ya later, yeah?"

Ivy looks like she's struggling to even begin to process everything that's happened in the five minutes she's been awake. And honestly, Harley's grateful for it. She hasn't noticed the missing bottle, and she's not forcing Harley to stay and answer questions, so it's a win/win/win situation if you ask her. You know... other than the potential mutant tree issue.

"Okay!" Harley grins. "Good talk. Bye, Red. Love ya!"

Shit . 

Harley freezes for a moment. She's told Ivy she loves her before. Of course she has! She loves Ive, and Ivy loves her. They're pretty vocal about that. But today isn't just any other day. She always loves Ivy as a friend, of course. As her best friend she adores and would absolutely kill and die for. The most important person in her life. The one person who's ever made Harley feel safe and loved and appreciated unconditionally. She loves Ivy in a way that makes her feel like her heart is a bit too big for her ribcage and sometimes it gets so crowded in there she's afraid she may pop a rib out of its socket or something, but then Ivy holds her and everything settles again.

You know. A friendly kind of love.

But does she love  Ivy? Harley looks at her hands like she's expecting a few leaves to have sprouted there already. 

"Harley. Seriously, are you okay?"

Ivy's voice snaps her out of her funk, and Harley knows she needs to get out before she's forced into a whole conversation about this thing. 

"Peachy keen, Pam-a-lamb." Harley forces herself to walk towards the door without looking back, just in case. Just in case suddenly Ivy's surrounded by a pink fog of love, or whatever the fuck people see when they look at her while under the influence of her pheromones. I mean, she can't look even more  beautiful than she does normally, right? That's not even possible. So it must be like... a heart emoji filter or something. She really  doesn't want to find out. "Talk later!"

***

Harley looks at the melting cheese on her third egg sandwich like she's expecting it to hold the meaning of life. Or, at the very least, an answer to today's big conundrum. Is she or is she not turning into a tree?

And sure. Sure! She could ask Pam. This would be solved immediately, she knows. She could just ask Pam what was in the bottle and confess she's drunk it and just... put up with her mood for a while. No big deal! Except she really fucking hates disappointing Ivy, you know? When she gets all... cold and detached, and feels more like lettuce than lush tropical foliage. 

Listen, trust her, okay? Sad salad buffet lettuce Ivy is just the fucking worst.

So she takes a bite of her sandwich and tells herself whatever she drank can't have been anything too dangerous. It's been a couple hours now, so she should've felt some kind of effect, right? She should be feeling a bit plant-y, at the very least. Maybe a bit nauseous or something. But she feels fine. 

Well-- not fine , fine. She's still kinda rattled, but that's Selina's fault.

She's fine.

***

"Are you sure you're up for this?"

Ivy lets Selina handle the entry point (you'd think Gotham millionaires would've given up on skylights by now) and looks at Harley with a mixture of concern and distrust in her eyes. She clearly hasn't forgotten about their conversation in the morning.

"I'm fine!" Harley swings her bat around just to loosen up her bat-swinging muscles. She's fine. Not a plant, not in a love fog, not in any way dying. Totally fine. And , most importantly, not dealing with limp lettuce Ive. "It was just a hangover."

Ivy's eyes narrow just enough to make it crystal clear how little she trusts Harley right now, but for once Selina Kyle makes Harley's life easier instead of harder when she speaks.

"Ladies. This is a truly riveting conversation, but I have shit to do.”

“Like fucking a bat-fucking bat?” It may be a cheap shot, but it makes Ivy stiffle a laugh, and Harley kinda thinks that makes it the best joke ever.

But Selina simply cocks an eyebrow at Harley. “Are you sure you want to discuss regrettable sexual partners?”

Ouch. “Fair enough,” Harley concedes, already jumping through the hole Selina’s cut in the glass, “come on, we have an oil tycoon to kill.”

“Not an oil tycoon, Harls.” Ivy glides down on a vine, looking all majestic like some kind of forest nymph, and Harley simply has to stare and smile because how can she not? Look at her friend! “He’s been using an experimental fuel that causes—“

“Does it matter?” Selina sighs like even interrupting Ivy is exhausting, plucking a shiny gold ornament from a nearby table and making Harley wonder (honestly, not for the first time) if she just keeps shiny trinkets hidden in her catsuit like a magician to make it seem like she’s finding them everywhere. “Guy’s loaded.”

“It matters to me, Selina. Not all of us have the moral compass of a magpie.”

Harley giggles at Ivy’s joke. You know what? It may not even have been a real joke, because Ivy’s sense of humor is not exactly her best quality. But it was funny anyway.

“And if it matters to Ive, it matters to moi .” Harley points at herself with her bat and winks at her best friend, and honestly, who the hell cares what this guy does, exactly? Maybe he’s single-handedly destroying the Amazon, or maybe he just happens to walk through the grass instead of using the little paths when making his way across the park. Whatever it is, it’s important to Ivy. And if it’s important to Ivy, it’s important to Harley. And if it’s important to Ivy in a way that makes her smile like she does when Harley winks at her? Well, then this is absolutely Harley’s top fucking priority.

Things get interesting as soon as they turn a corner and step onto the plush carpet of the experimental fuel (hey, she actually listens when Ivy speaks) tycoon's private wing. And you know what? Harley's delighted to hear the alarms go off and a bunch of goons crawl out from their hidey holes like buff armed cockroaches. She knows Ivy and Selina prefer the whole... well, you know. In and out, clean and easy kind of approach to murder and robbery, respectively. But Harley's an action gal. She has the energy to burn and a bat to swing, and most of all, she has shit to not think about.

So she's delighted when this guy's goons happen to be relatively okayish at fighting, which is much more than can be said for most men she fights in this city. 

"I'll go deal with him before he can escape," Ivy says, already walking towards the door to his office. "You guys all right out here?" 

"We're great ." Selina says in that tone she has where she pretends she's annoyed but you can tell she's having a blast. 

Honestly. Who wouldn't  be having a blast? It's like whack-a-goon!

"So," Selina says as soon as Ivy's out of earshot, which Harley can appreciate as an act of friendship, "no pheromones, I take it?"

"Nope!" Harley punctuates the word by slamming her bat into some guy's face. "None at all."

"Huh."

"What?" She's distracted enough by Selina's reply that she actually takes a punch to the face, which only manages to piss her off. She turns to look at the guy who delivered the blow just so he can see the look in her eyes before she completely obliterates his face. "Holy shit, dude. Can't you see we're having a fucking CONVERSATION !?"

For the next few minutes, Harley focuses on getting rid of the last few men around them so they can finish talking. Sure, beating up idiots is fun, but that little 'huh' was just mysterious enough to grab Harley's interest. What could possibly be so huh-worthy about her being fine? 

By the time they're done, there are a number of unconscious goons scattered all over the place. Harley pants, using her hand to wipe blood (mostly not hers) and sweat (mostly hers) off her face as she catches her breath.

"Whew. That was fun, right?"

Selina, as usual, manages to look spotless even if Harley saw her deal with several men with her own two eyes. Is Selina Kyle secretly magic? 

Could be.

"I've had better." Selina uses one of her claws to unlock an ornate little box and gather the jewels inside. Can she smell  expensive stuff? "Come on, let's go get Ivy."

"No, no, wait." Harley lowers her voice like she's scared Ivy may hear them somehow. "What did you mean earlier?"

"What do you mean, what did I mean?"

"You know," Harley motions in the general direction of the spot where Selina was when they were talking before, "with the huh."

"The what ." 

"The huh, Selina! The huh!" Dark olive eyes narrow in confusion (and annoyance), and Harley groans because she can't believe Selina Kyle is being this thick. "I said no pheromones. And you said huh."

"Oh, that." Selina uses a polished silver platter as a mirror to reapply a lipstick Harley is frankly not sure where one would even carry in a skin-tight leather jumpsuit. The more time she spends with Selina, the more convinced she is she just doesn't abide by the laws of physics. 

And the more time she waits for Selina to elaborate, the more Harley realizes she just... isn't going to, apparently.

"Uughhh!" Harley groans and uses her bat to smash a nearby sculpture. "You're killing me, Selina! What the fuck did you mean!?"

Selina cocks one perfectly manicured eyebrow (Harley can tell it's happening under the mask) and gives Harley a look like she can't believe she'd have the audacity to speak to her in that tone. 

"I meant," Selina's tone is a warning, like she wants to make it clear she could have made Harley suffer more if she wanted, but she's choosing not to, "I found it surprising. You looked a bit loved up to me."

"What? Pffft." Harley lets out a chuckle and nudges one of the pieces of the sculpture with her foot. "Cut back on the catnip, Selina."

Loved up. Ridiculous. Does she love Ivy? Of course. Is she loved up? Of course not . There's no heart emoji fog. None at all.

"If you say so." Selina gives her A Look. The kind of look says she doesn't believe Harley, and she wants Harley to know that even if she won't engage in an argument about it right now. Selina Kyle can say a lot with one look. 

For a moment, Harley considers pushing the issue. She could insist. She could give her a list of reasons why she's absolutely not loved up at all whatsoever. She could tell Selina how what she shares with Ivy is actually true friendship, and Selina would know if she was capable of bonding with anything other than cats and jewelry. She could tell her how there's nothing even remotely mind-foggy about her feelings for Ive (she could bring up she's seen that mind fog in action the many times Ive's put Batman under her spell, even). Harley could tell Selina how her brain always feels a bit foggy in a vague kind of way -- just foggy enough to keep Harleen quiet and let Harley take the wheel -- but being with Ivy makes her feel more lucid, more real , than anything else in the world. How when Ive says she loves her Harley feels it right in her bones, in the very marrow of them, in the deepest, darkest, longest-forgotten parts of her brain where no other feeling can ever reach.

She could tell her how wildly different all that is from a silly potion-induced love fog. But she doesn't think Selina would understand their friendship even if Harley actually spelled it out. So she doesn't.

Instead, she silently follows Selina towards the office where Pam's been doing her thing. Where Pam's still doing her thing, actually, and Harley can't help but smile and lean against the doorframe to watch her best friend doing what she loves most (after Harley) in the world: eco-conscious murder.

"I fucking swear ," Ivy hasn't realized they're there, so she must be talking to what Harley can only assume is the tycoon himself even though only one of his legs can be seen outside the enormous mouth of a very happy-looking carnivorous plant, "how hard is it to not print out e-mails? Look at all this shit. Do you know how many trees had to be killed so you could print out your shitty... whatever the fuck this is?" 

Ivy groans like she's frustrated she can't use her powers to just will all the papers scattered everywhere to turn back into trees. There are vines everywhere -- like nature reclaiming the furniture and the walls and the floors and really every surface of his office. There's a strange beauty to it, Harley thinks. Haunting, like those pictures of abandoned buildings covered in grass and moss and weeds. Even when she's angry -- and oh, she's angry  right now -- Ivy really can't help but make the world a more beautiful place, can she?

Even when she was on the other side of the reinforced glass, wearing her glasses and her white coat, Harley never fully understood why Poison Ivy was lumped in with the rest of the psychos in Gotham.

Harley doesn't know how long she stays there. Selina's happily working on the safe next to the carnivorous plant, and Harley's more than content to just watch Ivy in her element for a while.

And then, it happens. 

Ivy's going on a rant about a bunch of single-use coffee cups she's found in the trashcan by the desk when she suddenly stops in her tracks. Harley can't see what she's looking at until Ivy turns around with a small flower pot in her hand, a sad-looking, mostly dry plant limply hanging off its side.

"Fuck him."

Ivy touches the plant and her brow furrows, and Harley knows she's feeling the thirst and the pain in the little plant as if it was her own. "You're okay now," Ivy says as the plant starts to recover, and her voice is so soft -- so full of love for a dry, nearly dead plant -- that Harley swears she feels her heart grow at least a couple sizes. She watches her best friend breathe life into a little plant, watches it turn from brown to green, brighter and taller, watches it sprout new leaves that make it look like it's stretching after a long sleep. And then she watches a bright yellow flower bloom, and when Harley finally manages to tear her eyes away from the flower to look at Ivy instead, she swears she feels her heart stop dead in its tracks.

Ive's always beautiful. Always, without fail, no matter what time of day or night, lounging at home or brooding in an Arkham cell. Pam is beautiful always. But Harley doesn't think she's ever seen her look more beautiful than she does right now, with her hair slightly disheveled after a fight and some blood (not at all hers) splattered on her face and clothes. It's the way she's smiling at that little plant. The way her smile grows and softens when she notices Harley looking at her. Harley's so enthralled by Ivy that she doesn't realize what she's thinking until it's been running through her mind for a while.

God , Harley's in love with her.

And that's when she realizes. That's when she hears the proverbial record scratch in her brain and her eyes widen in horror because there it is. There's the pink fog before the botanical mutation, right? I mean she can't exactly see a literal pink fog, but she may as well. She can feel her heartbeat all over the place. The butterflies in her stomach. The nearly all-consuming need to grab Ivy and kiss her until neither of them can breathe. 

"Shit. Shit, Red, shit, shitshit shit ."

Ivy's no longer smiling. At all.

"Oh God, Pammy. I fucked up." Harley feels her eyes well up with tears as she rushes towards her best friend because this is no longer a hypothetical: this is happening. She did  drink something dangerous. And suddenly keeping Ivy from finding out and getting mad at her feels less important than fucking surviving. "I fucked up, Ive, I drank a potion and now I'm turning into a fucking plant, please  tell me you have an antidote."

"Harley. Harl, look at me." Ivy looks so genuinely concerned Harley's sure the ridiculous amount of love she can see in green eyes must be part of the potion's effects. She's hallucinating, isn't she? "What potion? You're immune, Harley, you know that. Calm down."

"No, no! Not poison, I mean--" Harley shakes her head but has to stop when Ivy places her hands on Harley's cheeks to hold her head steady and look into her eyes like she's wondering if Harley's on drugs or something. "I mean a love potion, Ive! Shit, I thought it was water and I just drank the whole thing and I thought maybe it was nothing because I felt fine but now I know for sure  I fucked up because I'm so in love with you like-- just feel this!" Harley grabs one of Ivy's hands and moves it from her cheek down to her chest, pressing it right where her heart is still skipping all over itself. "Right?"

"I-- I don't-- Harl, what potion ? You're immune to all of my--"

"The pheromones! I don't know what it was! God I'm such a fucking fuck-up and now I'm just-- shit I hope I at least turn into a rhododendron bush or something because I don't want to be a succulent, Ive. Don't let me turn into a succulent." Harley's really crying now, black mascara running down her cheeks and staining Pam's hand as she struggles to breathe through her words. "I know I should've told you but I didn't want you to be disappointed and now I'm in love and it's just-- Selina, you tell her!"

"Selina?" Ivy turns around like she's just realized Selina is still in the mansion, let alone in the room with them. "What's going on?"

Harley was expecting Selina to tell Ivy exactly what happened that morning. She was expecting Selina to tell Ivy all about Harley being an idiot who drinks things without looking first, about the pheromones and chill, about Harley's refusal to tell Ivy right away. Instead, Selina looks... almost like she's the one who's been caught in a lie.

"Selina, what the fuck did you do?" Ivy's voice sounds like she's mere seconds away from feeding Selina to the plant, too. Harley can feel the anger like tingles where Ivy's hands are still pressed against her skin. "What did you give her?"

Selina lets out a sigh. "Margarita mix."

"What?" Harley feels a lightbulb go off inside her brain. That  was the weird taste when she drank whatever was in that bottle. Fucking margarita mix. But just.. "Why? What the fuck, Selina? Why would you let me think it was pheromones? I know Batman doesn't actually fuck bats, probably. Come on, it was a joke! Mostly!" 

"Will you relax?" Selina sounds like she can't believe Harley may be a bit agitated after spending a whole day thinking she's going to die and/or mutate into a plant. "I'm sick of watching you two idiots pretend that ," she points in the general direction of Harley and Ivy, "is just a couple of gals being pals. Figured I'd help you out."

"Help!?" Harley could just-- God , she could just smash Selina's face in with her bat. But she suddenly realizes there's a much more pressing issue to handle before revenge can even begin to be considered. "Shit, Red," Harley takes one step back to look at Ivy, and for the first time ever she's surprised to see she can't read the look in her eyes, "I didn't mean-- you know I didn't mean any of it, right?" For a split second Harley swears something like pain flashes behind green eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. "I was just worried and I-- I got in my head about it. But you know I didn't mean it. You know , right? Pammy?"

It takes Ivy a few seconds to answer, and when she does she sounds... different. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

For some reason, it doesn't sound as reassuring as Harley though it would.

"Come on, Ive--" Selina tries to keep talking, but Ivy cuts her off.

"Listen, we're done here. So I'm just gonna..." Ivy shakes her head like she's trying to physically clear it of thoughts and feelings and general clutter, "I'm just gonna go home."

Harley feels like she's stuck to the floor. She just stands there, silent and frozen in place as she watches Ivy leave. She knows this isn't right. She knows something  just happened -- something she can't quite wrap her brain around right now. All she knows is Ivy's leaving, and she wants her to stay but she doesn't know how to make her body move or make any noises until her gaze drops to the desk and she sees the little plant right there.

"Ive!" Harley grabs the pot and runs out just in time to see Ivy's vines lifting her up through the same skyline they used to get in. "Ivy, you forgot the plant!"

But Ivy doesn't come back.

[henryobsessed]

The Borrower and Her Bean - Part 19

Summary: Melina is now a bean

Word Count: 1453

A/N this story is coming to a close, Thank you for those who have take this fun journey with me. One more to follow 

Part 18 - Epilogue 

Melina studied Henry, the stubbled lines of his Jaw, the dimpled chin and the fine smile lines around his eyes. She would never get tired of this face. As much as she liked watching him sleep her excitement had her wriggling. A rough voice broke into the silence "Morning my little sprite" a smile broke on her face as he opened his eyes. He chuckled as she wriggled some more as he pulled her into his embrace. Kissing her forehead he whispered, "so what is causing your bubbly demeanor this morning?" groaning at his question she buried her head into this neck mumbling "you know" his strong arms wrapping around her as he whispered "Happy Christmas"

The two beans and their furry companion carefully made their way downstairs to the living room. It had been 4 weeks since Melina had become a bean, each day both she and Henry had made a conscious effort to step lightly, and move cautiously. It had not been an easy transition, she recalled the first time she had accompanied Henry to a supermarket. She had been in awe of all the different food and products. When walking past the ice cream she had seen her favourite flavour and pulled out a small tub putting it in her pocket. When they got to the check out Henry had to ask her for the ice cream. Wondering why he wanted it she had said "Why don't you get your own?" he had laughed at her and then said quietly "we have to pay for it, Lina, this lady scans the item and then tells me how much money I owe her. Then I pay for it. We don't borrow in Bean's world." She had handed it to him and watched as the lady did exactly as Henry had said. Once she had scanned the lot she gave Henry a figure and he handed her some paper and metal things that looked like buttons.

It had taken her a while to adjust to not being able to just take what she needed. Thankfully Henry had been there to help her not get into trouble. The fun part of being a bean though was having access to so many amazing things. Especially around Christmas! her family celebrated Christmas they would get a small branch off a tree and put tinsel on it. This year she had gone with Henry to pick a tree, it was amazing seeing all the different sizes and colours. Last night the night before Christmas the whole family Mum and Dad, Carson and Greg along with Pam and Elisha and their parents had gathered downstairs and helped to decorate the tree.

Dad had insisted that they climb the branches of the tree so they could thread the lights through to the perfect spots. She had to admit it had looked great once the lights were turned on, it was perfect. She and Henry had hung the ornaments, and the boys with the help of their girlfriends had threaded the tinsel through the boughs of the tree. It had looked magical as the tree was finished. Henry had smiled at Lina as he picked up the last piece, an Angel that was small with a sparkling gold dress and real feathers for wings. He had placed it in her hands, then lifted her by the waist allowing her to place the final piece on the top of the tree. Nothing could replace that feeling of warmth as he had wrapped his arms around her as they both gazed up at the tree.

Standing in the kitchen She and Henry had been cooking most of the morning, well Henry had been cooking she had been fetching mixing and sneaking bites. Right now she was preparing the meals, the little plates were full of pork, apple sauce, mash potato, stuffing, and salad. In little mugs, they had mulled wine. She smiled as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her his hot breath tickling her ear as he said "You ready" together they carried the food out to the coffee table there on top of the table was her family sitting around a small table they had bought that seated 8 borrowers. With delicate fingers, she placed the meals before each one along with their drinks as Henry placed their food at the end of the table. Both beans sat on the floor, Kal laying next to his master hoping for some Christmas treats.

Melina smiles a broad smile at her family, she was still getting used to no longer being able to hug her mum or dad, or having Greg being her protector. The tables were turned now, she along with Henry were their protectors. Henry cleared his throat holding his glass of mulled wine out "A Toast, to Family, and to true friends who become family." the group held out there cups a collective small cheer rising from the middle of the table. Melina's Dad stood up holing his cup out " I would like to Toast to new and old friends, to Love and second chances" this bought another cheer and chuckles from the table. Chatter followed as the friends and family ate, drank and celebrated together the festive season.

Stomachs full and minds fogged by mulled wine, the group made their way to the Christmas tree. Henry put a Santa hat on and went to the bottom of the tree pickup and handing out the gifts. Each borrower received new sets of clothing including a fancy dress for the girls and suits for the men. They also received a new rope and three-pronged fish hook rig each.  Melina received a new journal from her parents who had help from Henry in purchasing it and the young adults had chosen three new dresses for Melina also with his help. There were two boxes left under the tree, one was big and one was small.  Melina went to the big box and laid it before Henry, grinning he removed the paper the non-descript brown box gave nothing away as he began to open it. Inside was a glassless frame bordering a sketch of Kal stretched out sunning himself in the garden.

As Henry studied the intricate scene he looking past the large dog, there he began to see hidden amongst the garden images of the borrowers peeing out at him all in different poses. He smiled up at Lina and spoke in a hushed tone "Lina, this is amazing, you have a real talent." the praise lit a warm spark inside her. She had secretly been working on it and did not know if it was something he would love or not. Henry stood and walked to the tree picking up the small package, he walked back to Lina and knelt before her. Looking up into her eyes, he watched as a softness filled the sweet pools that he wanted to get lost in.

Taking a deep breath and stilling his erratic heartbeat he grabbed her hand as he spoke  "Lina, For a long time I have been searching for something that would bring me a sense of completeness, I thought it would come once I reached a level in my fame and work. There was a sense of satisfaction but it still felt hollow once the high faded. It wasn't till I met you that I began to feel peace, contentment, In your arms I am home. I asked your father for his blessing and now I am asking you in front of your family. Would you have me, whether I am big or small, would you consent to be my wife?"  As he said the last few words he opened the small box to reveal a small ring nestles into a velvet pillow, delicate with three small pink diamonds winking up at her.        

Waiting but a breath Melina's eyes swam with tears and she whispered, Yes, as he placed the ring on her hand. Both lost in each other, they missed the collective gasp from the borrowers as two delicate voices chuckled behind them.  Standing tall and willowy the Star fairies smiled at the Borrower and her Bean as they turned their faces showing fear and curiosity. The Bell-like voice of Nightsong spoke "My little starling do not be afraid, we have been with you your whole life. Your voice has drawn us to you time and time again. We come to celebrate with you, you have both experienced life big and small. We would like to give you a gift, you can choose how you would like to live. Which will it be? A Borrower or a Bean?    

A/N oooooo what would you choose?

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“Why did you lie to me? About your injuries,” Cas asks, as they sit on Pam’s roof after dark. Sam is asleep in the room behind them.

Everyone else has also gone to sleep, or has at least sequestered themselves off to their own corners of the house. Dean is still restless from the past week, mind racing without any hope of slowing down, so he’d snuck out here, and Cas had followed. Dean leans forward, resting his chin on his folded arms as he stares out at the dark neighborhood in front of them.

“I dunno,” he starts, thoughts churning. “I didn’t want you to like, smite him, or anything. I didn’t know what you would do. And he’s my Dad, you know? I don’t...I don’t want to lose him.” Too, he doesn’t say. I don’t want to lose him, too.

Cas doesn’t say anything to that. He watches Dean for a moment more, and then turns his gaze out to the yard, conversation dropped. Fireflies bob between the branches of the tree next to the house, one flitting up to perch on Castiel’s shoe. Dean watches as Cas tilts his head curiously, reaching down and offering a finger for the bug to climb onto. He lifts it close to his face to examine, going a bit cross-eyed. The soft glow from the bug reflects in his eyes, electric, and Dean can’t help but smile.

“You ever been in a human before? Aside from me,” Dean asks, amusedly watching Cas watch the bug, as if he's not entirely sure what to do with it now.

“Yes,” Cas says, distracted, as more fireflies come up to perch on his fingers, one settling on the bridge of his nose. “But it has been...a while. And never one as young as you. Or Jimmy.”