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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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It has to get worse first // Arthur x Makenna // personalised comfort.

@i-wanna-give-arthur-fleck-a-hug: I was wondering if you could make it where like I'm acting really weird and Arthur catches on, and eventually he finds out that it's the new medicine that I've been taking? Maybe Arthur making me promise to check to make sure it's the right medicine because hes just really concerned about it? Idk I guess comfort would be really nice ;w; I've been having to take medicine and its been giving me severe stomach pains so.. yeah. I really hope this is the correct medicine lol.

I hope this comforts you, love! I’m so sorry you’re not feeling very well, I hope your body adjusts to the new medication soon. I’m so proud of you. Thank you for requesting skskskskk <3333 Please go follow her, her stuff is amazing!

TW; mentions of nausea but no vomiting; mentions of prescribed medication for an unspecified reason.

‘Makenna’ is used but the name can be swapped out if needed.

Word count: 1, 002.

Oh, but your stomach was burning.

You had started taking some new medication a few day ago, and it was really causing you some discomfort. You had been left feeling sick, your stomach cramping. You felt nauseous but you hadn’t vomited at all, which was the only silver lining to the situation as far as you could see. You just hoped that you would adjust to this soon; it made everything so much harder being made to feel as you did by something that you needed, though you absolutely couldn’t control it.

Your eyes fell upon Arthur, who was stood in the small hallway which connected the bathroom to the living room. You smiled tenderly in realisation. You were wrong; there were two silver linings to this situation. One of them was a stronger, lighter silver lining than the other, and he was stood before you.

Arthur was frowning at you in concern, his strong, dark brows knitted in the middle, the wrinkles and lines around his face more prominent as he looked at you. “Are you - are you okay, Makenna?” His voice was quiet, his words hesitant; Arthur could see that you weren’t okay, and he was frustrated because there was nothing he could do to fix it until he found out what it was. And even then, if his suspicions were correct, so intelligent was he, he would still be rendered useless. He hated not being able to do anything for you, no matter how small the thing was.

You winced, resisting the urge to rub at your stomach. You were worried that perhaps this wasn’t the right medication for you, but then you had only started taking it a few days ago and you probably just hadn’t adjusted to it yet. You could only hope and endure it all in the meantime. “Ye-yeah, I’m okay.” You caught the spark of anger in Arthur’s green oceans, which was quickly schooled into obvious concern, and you decided to elaborate, “It’s just these meds are making my stomach hurt.”

“What?! Darling, why didn’t you say?” Arthur rushed over to you, knocking the corner of his knee on the edge of the coffee table. So concerned by your words was he that Arthur paid no attention to his own injury, you doubted if he even knew he had done it, instead coming to sit beside you on the sofa, his arm coming up and around your shoulders so that he could tug you into his side. His hand rubbed up and down your upper arm as though he were trying to chafe some warmth into you, and you sunk into his touch.

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

The look Arthur gave you only proved how misguided your good intentions would be.

You shifted your weight upon the worn sofa and closed your eyes as you finally gave into your urge to rub at your stomach, feeling nauseous. You knew you wouldn’t be sick and it was the only real comfort you had.

Arthur’s eyes didn’t leave you for this entire time as he analysed you, cataloguing his own experiences of starting new medications against what you were suffering with. “I think you should get your medication checked, honey. Just to make sure it’s right. It shouldn’t - it shouldn’t hurt you like this.”

You nodded, no longer wanting to focus on the pain and discomfort within your stomach; the more you focused on it, the more you became aware of how much it hurt. “I know. Thank you.” You smiled at Arthur, who caught the tension in your gaze and smiled knowingly, his expression weary and altogether tired.

“Come on, Makenna. Lay with me.” Arthur slid gracefully off the sofa and pulled you up to standing beside him. Upon seeing that you were balanced on your own two feet did Arthur sit back down, shuffling along the length of the sofa so that he was pressed against the back cushions, his arm stretched out and his hand dangling gracefully in mid air. “Come on.” He smiled at you, he smiled, and you did the same, moving slowly as you sat down in front of him, turning carefully until you were able to lay down on your side as well. You did feel somewhat better and you sighed in relief.

Arthur hummed and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, snuggling tightly into you, resting his forehead in the space between your shoulder blades and doing his best to soothe you in the only way he could at this moment. He couldn’t reach within you and take your pain away, removing it for his own, he couldn’t fix the medication dosage or even change what had been prescribed for you. He couldn’t do anything other than to stay and to hold you, to press kisses to the back of your head, your neck, the side of your face, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

“I love you so much, Makenna. You’re so perfect.”

You gasped quietly and turned your body slowly so that you could face Arthur. Having realised your intentions did Arthur’s grip slacken until you were fully comfortable, and then he snuggled right in so that he could lean his forehead against yours, his eyes wide open as he took you in for all that you were and all that you ever would be; you were nothing short of angelic in his eyes. “I love you too. So much.”

Another quiet hum of sympathy and of love, so much love, and Arthur leaned forward so that he could kiss you, his lips initially cool before they were gradually warmed up by the heat of your own. That same heat brewed within, and it chased away the nausea left over by the medication. All you could do was to take everything a day at a time, one dosage at a time. But if you had Arthur by your side, well... You could and you would do it all.

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bloody-hands-pure-hearts1329 · 6 years

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You cant break the broken ones Part 6

Chapter 6

I open my eyes, it was some time ago I got such good rest, it was like my body was full of energy again. Because of the game and the special injection they gave to is it almost impossible for me to get some sleep. I just lost the ability to do so thats why my nights are mostly are 8 hours of a special meditation to put my mind to rest and simulate a sleep like state. Slowly I sit up looking around no Joker in sight, relieved I stand up on wobbling legs to walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Right as I close the door of the shower cabin I hear something in the other room, I asume its the Joker and ignore it but groan as the door slowly opens. Like he wants to sneak up on me, I play along let door get opened and quick turn around only to be met by a man with a gun.

Not some one but one of the Judges of project B also known as the Game!

For a moment I stay there frozen in fear before jump forward starting to fight with him to get the gun it shoot a few times in the air before I manage to rip it out of his hand. Only to have it fall down and slide away.

I use this short moment of distraction to jump on him rolling with him over the floor smashing his head against it few times before he kicks me off him. Pulling out a knife ready to kill me. I grab the next thing I could get my hands one and this was a bucket. Smashing at the side of his face to make him crash in to the mirror, groaning he stands up I see a big piece of the mirror stuck in his stomach. I swing the bottle against it making him scream out in pain falling back in to the broken pieces.

The door is ripped open and Joker comes in only seconds after the fall. He looks pissed off at me but as he sees the man laying there he is face changes and the next I know I am in his arms being carried out.

He carries me to the bed sitting me down and looking me over kneeling before me to look at my bleeding right foot. I didnt even noticed that I stepped in one of the sharp pieces as I was about to give the man the rest.

He gets up and I hear almost ten shoots before he comes back to me dealing his phone. Screaming at his man for not doing their jobs right and one of the called Johnny in charge to protect should be brought to the fun house?

I assume Johnny will be await a even worse fate than the judge in the bathroom.

He pulled the blanket around me before his men came in to get rid of the body. "Wait!" I stop them and humble now that i feel the pain over to one of the man dragging him out.

I kneel down and start to search through his suit jacket pulling out his phone before I walk back to the bed.

I search through it before the green haired man take it from me. "Did you know this man?" he asks me holding the phone out of reach.

"Yes I did, my past nothing of your concern!" I tell him getting angry as I try to grab it and he holds it out of reach. He smirks wide his eyes piercing mine. "Oh it is my concern because" he grabs me hard by my chin pulling my face close to his. "you are mine doll and no one messes with what is mine!" he kisses me hard I answer it only to trick him to get what I want from him.

"Frost get over her take care of her wound!" he orders his right hand before he sits down beside me looking with me through the phone.

Seeing some disturbing imagies make me almost puke but as I see Tais face on the screen I cant help myself and admire his features by moving my finger over the glass. I remembered the kiss we shared all seems so long time ago now.

I scream over a bite in my earlobe looking angry over at the Joker, who growls at me animal like warning me with his beautiful blue eyes while holding his hand out to me. This time I obey and give the phone to him only to watch him letting it disappear in to his jacket.

I hope there is no picture of me the last what I need is him knowing my old life!

I think but I know my pictures is on it if the pictures of the others are on it. "Daddy why cant I have it?" I ask him trying to be seducive "Because your Daddy dont like you to look at other men" he tells me smirking as I get closer getting on his lap to press his face in my breasts. "But didnt you said I belong to you?" I ask him pouting while feeling him grabbing my butt to squeeze it hard. "You are mine no question doll but you will follow my rules" he smacked my butt few times looking at me with hungry eyes.

I kiss him and grab the phone from his jacket getting quick of him, trying to look at the pics again but scream in shock over the shocks making my body shake uncontrolly.

Oh how much I hated this fucking collar!

#Suicide Squad #joker x ella #joker fic #chapter 6 #violence #blood death #torture #pics of the past #gif not mine #nsfw-ish

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