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helloalycia · 3 years
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my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff
summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff
warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death
author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)
part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | masterlist | wattpad
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"38... 38... 38..."
I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.
"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.
The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.
"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."
My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"
"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."
I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.
"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.
She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.
"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."
She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.
"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.
I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."
"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."
I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.
"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...
Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.
It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.
I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.
After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.
When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.
"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.
I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.
The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.
"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).
The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."
Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"
"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."
I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.
"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"
She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.
"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.
"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.
"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."
"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."
"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.
"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."
"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.
"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."
Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.
"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."
I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.
"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."
I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.
"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.
Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.
"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.
I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.
"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.
"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."
"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.
"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.
"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.
I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.
"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.
I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"
Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.
"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.
"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."
"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.
"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.
"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."
Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."
"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"
She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"
I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."
"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.
It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.
Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.
As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.
"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.
"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.
She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."
I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"
"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."
"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."
Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.
"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.
"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"
Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."
"Her daughter's kid?"
"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."
I frowned. "That's sad."
"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.
The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.
"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."
"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.
"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.
Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"
I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"
She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."
I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.
"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"
She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.
"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.
I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"
Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"
I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."
Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.
"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."
Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."
"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.
"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.
"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.
It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.
From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.
I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.
The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.
I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.
One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.
"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"
She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.
"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.
She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."
I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"
She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.
"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."
I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."
She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."
I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.
"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."
She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.
As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.
With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.
"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.
"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.
"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.
"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"
"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."
I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"
"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"
I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.
"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"
"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."
I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.
"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."
I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.
"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.
She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.
"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."
She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."
"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."
Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"
I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."
Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"
I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."
She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."
Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.
"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."
She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.
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tree0frog · 3 years
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memory maze runner x fem reader part two
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it had been three years since ably was sent up to the maze followed by newt and Minho and so on and on. the diaries had still not been found the new greenie for this month was chuck a small boy around 12-13 and was most likely the youngest in the glade he wasn't really doing much so he was just wondering around the woods when he notices something sticking up from the ground chuck being himself and brode out of his mind went over to the weird thing and pulled it out of of the ground it was a bag he wanted to see what was inside but couldn't open it he knew newt out be able to help him since he was meant to be helping him in the garden.
chucks pov
the bag was old and looked like it had been there for a while I tried to open it but it was tide too tightly I knew newt could mabey help me so I made my way back to the tall blond boy I hadn't had time to get to know each other but I was still happy for the few I did know once I made my way back to knew he looked at me confused "what you go there greenie "he asked "I'm not sure it was lying in the dirt beside a tree I wanted to look in it but I can't seem to open it"newt laughed "so you want to see if I can open your bloody bag for ya "I looked away rubbing the back of my neck newt took the bag from the theme and opened it everything seemed to be I'm pretty good condition "I have no clue what these are but tonight well show ably alright" newt Spock handing the bad back to me "ok"
time skip
it was later that night at dinner when chuck decided to bring the bad up he knew he wasn't meant to just go up to their leader like that but who the fuck cared not him anyway well Mebay a little but no one needs to know that now do they "ably "the boy said nervously "hey greenie you ok"the boy looked up from his food as well as some of the other keepers at the table "ah e ya I just found this and I wasn't sure what to do with it" Chuck glands at newt the back at alby and handed him the bag the older boy just looked between the two boys but takes they bag anyway.
after dinner newt minho and alby decide to go throw the bag "do you think it will have anything use full in it"?minho asked "probably not it most likely been left by the craters" newt stated as ably started to take the items out of the bag there were 4 book some 8 folded paper a silver band they looked at them one by one until newt Spock up "whos y/n" he looked up at the other two in the room the dairy he had to pick up seemed to be the oldest "are you going to open it"minho asked crossing his arms "ill get to that "the boy laughed the book was filled to the bring of different piced of paper newt started to read the first page.
day one
well hi, I would tell you my name but I don't remember that I'm not sure why though for now ill call myself greenie I don't know why buts let go with it for the now cool. well first of all I woke up in the mettel box thing that took me too long to get out of when I awoke here I'm not sure what ill call it but I don't think ill be leaving any time soon I'm surrounded by four big walls they aren't open but I can hear things moving inside of them oh ya and for some reason, there are animals in the box as well I'm not too sure what's that all about if you wondering why I'm writing this down it is because I for one want to remember this and two if I ever leave this place I can have something to look back on.
I want to say it's about midday or so well once I manage to get out of the box and get everything out as well I were who ever sent me here won't be too happy when I find that if I ever do I just spent today walking about this place it's really big and I seem to be the only one here the people that sent me up here gave some a hammock witch was nice of I guess so I set that up I really hope they send someone else up soon I'm lonely and fuck here.
there's these weird gree bug with that have W.IC.K.E.D. on them I tried to touch one it never went very well I think it will be nice here there's not much to do now but tomorrow ill find something to do it's late now I think, to be honest, I don't know what time it is but the light is fading to em I guess this is a good night
greenie
newt finished reading the three boys look up at each other with a shocked look on their face "should I read more"neat asked the other two just nodded
day 2
well today has been fun I get my name back it's y/n it is weird and I'm not sure if it suits me but at least I have a name to call myself now I started a farm and started to male some bits and bobs around this place I still need a name for it I started to work on making a kitchen like think to keep all of the food I have in I was give some cand food as well as granola bards and bread so that's what iv been eating and im happy to say it went well the walls opened up today I think this is some form of a maze im not sure yet the box hast came back yet im waiting to see how long till it comes up.
it's very hot here but it's nice I just hope it doesn't rain any time soon I found out most of the things here have the word wicked on the still not sure what that means  but you know what shuck that oh ya I also forgot to menschen I made up of new words shuck means such greenie means newbie klunk means shit that's all iv got, for now, I think ill like it here
y/n
"alby when you came up here what was all here, "minho asked still looking shocked "well there was the map room the home shuck the kitchen a smaller farm and the slaughterhouse and a small med bay as well" they all looked at each other "so you telling me that this y/n was here before you built this place and the left leaving their stuff here, "newt asked looked at there leader "look I know as much as you do, "alby said "hey why don't we just go to shucking sleep and come back to this in the morning "minha yawned.
minho had given the runners the day off and alby had called all of the keepers for a gathering about this y/n person "so if your wondering why you all here its because chuck found this yesterday and we wanted to see if we could find any use full info in it so take a piece of paper and get looking all right "alby was followed by mumbles and grows him newt minho and gally had one book each and the others had the pice of paper that had their fallen out of a book or was just there.
about an hour had passed and no one had found anything till gally Spock up "hey I found something "well don't just stand there read it out"alby ordered
day 163
well good even to whoever is reading this today has been a shucking great one I keep having these dreams about a boy called newt and whoever he is they keep saying were twins I don't understand what going on with my head mabey im just going crazy right iv been here alone for so long right
not the point of today I finished mapping out the full maze I the maze opens in bits so one part will open then the next a different one but I don't think it has anything to do with the maze I think it has something to do with the maps and grievers that's what im calling them anywhere there big creatures that have tried to kill me there easy to kill once you get the change of it, oh ya and the box came up again with more things I wish they would send someone else up here im border welp good night
y/n
gally look up to see all eyes on him "newt have you ever heard the name y/n before this "newt shook his head sighing he hadn't before "and what does she if she mean about its not the maze its the maps and grievers "minho asked "I'm not sure but there are somewhat maps they aren't very clear though "frypan stated
they were about to continue when the box alarm went off
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hwanggeum-ashi · 5 years
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Love At First Peek
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➝Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader
➝Genre: tooth rotting fluff (don’t blame me for diabetes lmao)
➝Wordcount: 2209
➝Summary: you stalked the nerd so that you can get a free ice cream
You are sitting on the library floor
One book propped open on your lap and rest lying scattered on the ground
You're studying for your upcoming exams.Hence all the books
But they would help only if you were paying attention to them
Coz your whole attention was focused on the boy sitting right across from you
Well not right across coz there's a huge ass bookshelf in between you both
But what is classic book-space-peeping-hole made for right?
You're admiring, no full on staring at him
His soft brown hair which falls over his eyes when he bends his head down
His semi plump lips which he is chewing right now
His long fingers softly holding the pages, just like how you like and not like those animal who just tear the pages off. His fingers glides across the lines he's reading
He's sitting cross legged. His trousers creasing at the folds
But the most cutest thing is how his specs keep sliding down and you can't help but laugh when he sighs for nth time and pushes it back
That's when his eyes meet you
You quickly avert your eyes, flailing your book pages
He's clearly caught you staring
You keep your head down, to scared to lift it up and see what you'll find
After five mins of paranoia, you finally manage to lift your head up only to find him missing from his spot
Your mouth quickly turns into a frown and you decided to gather your books and leave, since you already wasted too much time
Huffing you get up and walk away only to bump into something hard
"Oof!"
"Careful”
You snap your head up immediately regretting coz now you prolly got a nerve pull or something
But it's all worth it
"sorry I wasn't looking"
"here." he hands you the book that had fallen from your hand "it's alright, I should've said something"
Suddenly the proximity of you both dawns upon you and you jump back "I guess, I should go. Thanks"
He smiles at you and steps aside "my pleasure"
You race to your dorm with beating heart and fall face first as soon as you see your bed
You squeal in the pillow, not being able to contain the excitement
But then you sit straight "breath in, breathe out." But then again your face morphs into a stupid smile
Next day you arrive early to the class so there's only a few students there
You scan the classroom coz you know he has this class
How did you know? Duh stalking!
Did you purposely select this class? Ofc not, you're not dumb
Today was the first day of the merger class coz your eco teacher called in sick for a week
So you had to merge with his class
Were you dying? Yes definitely
You see the same brown hair peeking out from the door and you quickly immerse yourself into the  book, pretending to study
With sneaky eyes, you look up to find that he's talking to some guy with all black attire, even his shoes are black. Hot.
But your eyes travel to his lips
How they move when he talks
How soft they look
How kissable they look
You snap out of it when you feel them coming closer
And as per your amazing luck, he spots you "oh!
You're stuck between saying hi, waving or smiling
So you just dumbly mix everything together
To your relief before he could react, the all black boy pulls him to the seat adjacent to yours
Your heart =boom boom
Your brain = malfunctioning
Your brain cell= ded
Your soul= yeeted
You dip your deep enough so that your hair would cover the side of your face
So far so good
Halfway through the class, a pencil rolls down to your side
And as a mother teresa you are, you bend to pick up the pencil
Your hands bumps against a rather beautiful once, Tae's.
But this time you don't pull back coz he doesn't either
You both look up and he gives you smile, you return the gesture
After class you turn into flash and you're outta the class in a second
You Hear voices behind you
A familiar husky, deep voice perks your ears up
"hey man, I'll catch you guys later. Got some work to do" "yeah just be there at . See ya hyung!"
Your heartbeat quickens again
please come talk to me! please come talk to me!
And just by the Lord, there's a tap on your shoulder
Now you know better than to jump him, so you try to turn as graciously as you could
"yes?" yes?! YES?! for real get a grip!
"hi! We uh.. We met at the library? Remember?"
 of fucking course I remember you dumb fool! "oh yeah! Yeah I remember."
"I'm taehyung" he extends his hand and you shake it, giving your name with it.
"so is it fine if I talk to you for a minute?"
 fuck yes!
"yeah, absolutely
"well.." he scratches his hair which messed his specs and you suppress the urge to push them back
"I was wondering if you wanna be uh, you known, my partner for the uh project?"
You stiffen and you swear you can hear the wedding bells going off
"yeah! That will be great!"
He beams at you and you again suppress the urge to kiss him mercilessly
"so... shall we..?"
"don't you need to be going? It's almost five"
The words leave your mouth before you could register what you said
fuck my fucking dumb mouth! He knows! He fucking knows!
He quirked an eyebrow at you but gives you a radiant smile
yep I'm dead
"yeah I gotta be somewhere rn. But we can reschedule?"
You both exchange numbers and go your own ways
You silently thank the universe for not exploding on you
"he knows right? He definitely knows right?" You stuff your mouth with chips as you tell the whole incident to your best friend, who rn is doubling over in laughter
"ofc he knows! Boys always know! Goddamn I'm dying!"
You throw a pillow at her and huff
Next day you're waiting patiently excruciatingly painful for him at the cafe near the campus
You're prolly on your third cup of coffee coz your nerves just won't calm down
he stood me up. He absolutely did!
You hold your head in your hands he knew I was lusting over him!
You were ready to bail, leaving him message saying sorry something came up
But the jingle of the bell marks his arrival
And if you thought you were nervous before? Rn you were definitely bordering into a panic attack
And the damn wedding bells ugh!
 Why won't they stop...idk belling??
He sees you and struts his handsome walk towards you and sits as gracefully like a prince. You felt like a peasant who owns five pigs and a cow
"sorry to keep you waiting! Practice ran late"
Only then you notice that he's a little out of breath he came running!
"that's okay. I only just got here"
"well then you're either super fast or I'm just imagining things coz i see three cups of coffee"
You turn the reddest red of the red unable to say anything
"so.. About the project, Where do we start?"
He takes out his notes and a well maintained diary which had everything written in an organised manner oh my god marry me!
He points out the things to do and you both assign each other duties. After an hour of discussing, your conversation comes to a stop
Turns out you both sucked at holding conversation
he's not interested you shut the voice inside your head
"so.." "so.."
You both say at the same time and burst into giggles
He's just smiling
"you first"  you say coz definitely didn't have anything to say
"I was thinking if.. If you wanted to go somewhere?"
he's asking me on a date?!
He must've read your thoughts but the poor boy looked at your startled expression and got flustered
"uh I mean do you want to go somewhere rn? Since we're done? I mean it's fine if you don't want to-" "yes! I'll go!"
 fuck that came out too strong
"I mean, yeah sounds good"
You both split the bill and head out
You both stroll down the streets and since it's almost Christmas, shops are decorated with lights and candy canes
You talk about random stuff, asking what he wants to do in life and you're quite surprised to hear that he wants to be a singer
Given his choice of subjects you definitely took him for a non med student
"I'm so asking do you to sing" you tease and groans
"I'm not so good yet.." "oh shut up! You're perfect"
You freeze mid walk fuck my fucking mouth!
"uh I mean uh that you'll be perfect! Hey! Is that an  ice cream shop?!"
You point and almost run towards the shop
Tae just smiles behind you and catches up to you
"what flavour do you want?" you ask turning only to see him an inch away from you
You quickly turn back but he doesn't move from his spot
"chocolate" his breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver
"are you cold?" fuck he noticed!
"n-no.. I'm taking brownie fudge"
You both wait for your orders to come up and tae still hasn't moved from his spot.
His breath still fans your neck and there are now horrifyingly visible goosebumps at your arms. Thank god you're wearing a full sleeved shirt. Thank god for winter
Suddenly a bunch of school kids rush in pushing everyone
One of the kid bumps into tae who consequently bumps into you.
He mumbles an apology but it dies down when more kids start entering and causing ruckus
This makes the people standing adjacent to you lose their balance and the bump into you
You shut your eyes but don't feel the body weight
Slowly opening your eyes, you see Tae's arms at both sides of you. His chest pressing against your back.
You're too nervous to move
The shopkeeper rushes the kids out of the shop and everything quiets down
You're again suddenly hyper aware of tae behind you
His body heat radiates off of to you and you suck in a breath when you feel his heart  
thumping
"t-thank you.."
He clears his throat and steps back
You both take your orders and head out suddenly feeling too suffocated in there
"thanks for saving me in there.." You say softly
"it's nothing"
There's a awkward silence and you are racking your brain to make in un-awkward
But tae beats you to it
"it's getting dark.. We should head back to the campus" you say yeah looking up at the sky
The walk back home is pleasant. You both quickly fall back into a nice conversation.
Taehyung laughs his ass off when you accidentally reveal that your best friend had a crush on jungkook and you start panicking
You both reach at the the co-ed hostel
Sign your names and get inside
The boys' floor is on the second and the girls' floor on the first
And there's a door on the stairways to prevent certain activities form happening
You both say your goodbyes at the one last shared staircase
But neither of you moves
Tae breaks the ice first
"it was fun today. I had fun with you"
"me too"
Cue in awkward silence
You're about to turn when he calls "hey! We never made plans for our next meet!"
"oh yeah!" you almost rush towards him but catch yourself the last moment
"the usual?" you ask
"I was thinking a library? I know this big town downtown if you wanna go?"
"yes I would love that"
You both stare at each other for longer than you should
But then he announces that he has to leave and you could swear that you heard dejection in his voice
Tho he says, he has to go, you leave first
You're in your third step when he calls out your name
Again
You turn around and before you could register anything, his lips are on you
You're standing on the last step so you're almost his height
Slowly you take in what's happening
And without you knowing your fingers entangle in his hair
His soft fucking hair
His hands fly up to hold your waist tightly, pulling your against him
He slips in his tongue and you almost moan coz of the feeling
At last sadly he pulls back and you both catch your breaths
A smile tugging at both your lips
"sorry for that. Had to check something"
He says with the same breathlessness as he did at the cafe
"check what?" your voice is croaky
"whether am I in love with you or not"
Your foreheads are touching
Breathes mingling
"did you find your answer?"
"yes"
"and it is?"
"I'm in love with you"
"I'm in love with you too"
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Chapter 7 - This Time Around
a Daryl Dixon x OFC collaboration written by @xmistressmistrustx​
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character
Tags: Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Crush, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Mild Smut, Strong Language, Eventual Sex, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Some Canon Scenes and Dialogue
Chapters 15/?
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Lucky wasn’t something that Jess considered herself to be. Her life hadn’t been unlucky per se, but if it wasn’t for her determined approach to life, strokes of bad luck would have dragged her down altogether. It had taken the end of the world before it dawned on her that maybe it wasn’t responsible for things that went wrong, it was merely that she’d been unable to see life’s small wins, the glimmers of goodness and positivity that shone through when she was too busy occupying herself with the darkness.
She didn’t know if it was luck that had led her to where she was in the city or if it was down to her own methodical and logical approach of planning and protecting herself. She had managed to part drag, part walk Merle back to her apartment, administer enough painkillers to knock out an Ox and forage for enough food to keep them both going for a comfortable number of weeks. Merle did nothing but sleep for the first four days after Jess had painstakingly sewn his stump up and she was glad for it. She needed the peace after fretting he would die on her in the night and feast on the plump flesh of her legs, turning her into one of the mindless monsters that now roamed the streets. She checked on him religiously and returned from every supply run with caution, her knife drawn and a loud knock at the door before she committed to entering.
Jess was smart, it was no small feat to gather medical supplies and weapons along with setting up for a life of self-sustainability and loneliness, but armed with enough self-belief and her weapons from the Faire, she worked her way around the buildings, using the rooftops as her pathways and dead soldiers and police officers as sources of body armor. She gathered herb cuttings from the balconies of other apartments, seeds for vegetables from a gardening store, buckets, tarp and plastic containers to collect water from precipitation and enough wood to carve arrows for her bow. She spent a large portion of her time in her new living space reading books from the library and trying to retain as much information about survival, self-defense, weapons, basic DIY and tools and hacks from books on doomsday prepping as possible. For Jess, knowledge was most definitely power after being thrust into the apocalypse with next to no useful skills.
After 8 days, her unexpected lodger finally woke from his blurred, meds induced slumber and tried to move around the room. Jess jumped to his aid but he quickly waved her off, the two of them having never spoke more than a few words to one another unless they had no other option. Despite their lack of communication, Jess was sure there was a kind of mutual respect forming between them. Merle had protested very little at everything she’d done for him, accepted her help, her food, her desire to keep him in one place until he recovered enough and he tried to explain as much as he could about how he'd ended up sawing off his own hand. He also never made it a secret that as soon as he was well enough, he would be out of her hair and heading back to the camp to find Daryl. Upon finishing up the stitches on his arm, he had thanked her sincerely and told her she had balls for a little, fat kid. She’d accepted the backhanded compliment with a surprising ease and had to admit that she was impressed by his resilience.
“Gotta stretch my damn legs.” He grumbled as he wandered aimlessly around the room, picking up books and throwing them down again with his one remaining hand. He studied her weapons, neatly hung on hooks on the wall, her body armor and boots on a coat stand near the door and squinted at the planters that filled the balcony outside. She had left the door open, needing to air the room out and spare herself the agony of breathing in Merle’s thunderous flatulence while he slept. Another one of his redeeming features, she figured. She watched as he swiped up his leather vest and struggled to slip it on over his shoulders without bumping his stump. Jess stood up from her spot on the sofa surrounded by books and took hold of the back of his vest, holding it out so he was able to thread his arm through with ease. He shot her an irritated look but she decided not to react, knowing that accepting help was probably not something he was used to.
When he sat back down on the opposite couch, she grabbed two tumblers and poured him a whiskey before filling her own glass. His eyes widened when he noted the bottle. A Nice, expensive whiskey. The likes that he would have stolen rather than bought from a store back in the day.
“It’s what you came to the city for, right? Booze?” She queried as she passed him the drink.
He accepted gratefully and held the glass up, taking in the deep color of the liquid and the long-missed smell.
“That’s right.” He grinned before knocking the drink back in one go. “Best painkiller out there.”
Jess scoffed and sipped her own drink. She’d never been much of a drinker, especially not hard liquor, but since she’d been in the city, she found herself able to understand a little more of why Merle sought out something mind altering. It was an escape, one in which she needed sometimes, just maybe not as often as someone like Merle Dixon. She lifted a leg and shoved the bottle across the table towards him with her sock-covered toes, signaling for him to have as much as he wanted.
“Get trashed if you want, better you do it here than out there.” She shrugged.
Not about to argue, he quickly poured himself another helping and this time, took his time working though it. Jess could feel his eyes baring into her soul as she skimmed the words on a page of a book she’d opened in her lap. She glanced up and stared right back at him, no longer afraid or intimidated by the old redneck with the cuss-laden vocabulary. If she could haul herself through the woods and get herself into a safe and seemingly maintainable situation in the middle of a walker ridden city, she could deal with Merle.
“That shit about my brother that barbie doll read from ya little diary that day…” He mentioned.
Here we go. She thought.
 “…It true?”
Jess slapped the book shut and threw it onto the couch next to her as she lay back and huffed, sending strands of her dark hair billowing into the air above her.  
“Been dying to ask me about that, haven’t you?” She sighed.
“Was on the top of my list of priorities, after not dyin’, of course.” He grinned, swirling his drink around in the glass in front of him.  
She was never a liar. Lies always spiraled into something complicated and regretful. Lies were responsible for many failed friendships and she concluded that even now, at the end of days, lies were still as poisonous as ever. But she also wasn’t about to tell Merle the complete truth about her true feelings for Daryl.
“I like him. But I think I was confusing a connection as friends with something more. I was wrong.”
A throaty chuckle emerged from his throat and for a moment, he winced in pain as if the juddering movement of his body had aggravated the life-changing wound on his arm.
“Shame. Kid could use some action. He’s wound tighter than a monkey’s nut.” He quipped. “Can’t recall the last time he got laid. Not that he’d tell me. Always was quieter than a damn mouse about shit.”
Not feeling the need to join him in the direction he wanted to steer the conversation, she just shook her head and smiled at him.
“Barbie, she uh-she tried it with him first, y’know. He turned her down. I was second fiddle but that’s alright with me. Pussy presents itself on a plate n’ who am I to say no?” He said, levelling his gaze at her and carefully observing her reaction. Giving nothing away, she kept her face as nonchalant as possible while her insides churned at the thought of Sarah trying something with Daryl.
“She hit on Daryl, huh?” She asked casually.
“True as i'm sittin' here now. He said no. Might be ‘cause he aint got a scooby what the hell he’s doin’ with the females. Or maybe he was holdin’ out for ya.”
The thought alone made Jess laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. It was outrageous to even consider it now she knew what she knew. Now she’d heard how he really felt.
“Pretty sure he never saw me like that. He made it clear he didn’t give a shit about me” She expressed, finishing her whiskey and contemplating another when Merle snatched the bottle from the table and re-filled his glass. At the rate he was drinking, he’d have the whole bottle down in an hour. Nevertheless, she held out her glass and nodded to it. He dutifully re-filled it and she sat back again.
“One thing I know about my baby brother? He’s always been real off with folks. Don’t trust nobody. No friends, no nothin. But he spent all the hours god gave him with you at that camp. When he found out you’d skedaddled in the small hours, he lost his shit.” He explained with a knowing look on his face which Jess tried to ignore.
“He did, huh?” She mumbled
“Almost shot blondie in the face with a bolt. Got up on his soap box n’ told the whole group what she’s been getting’ up to. Damn good job I don’t blush easy.” He smirked. “He’s lookin’ for ya.”
Jess shook her head again and reached into her pocket, retrieving a packet of cigarettes and throwing them into his lap across the coffee table that divided them. Merle looked down at them in disbelief.
“Don’t look so shocked. I’m a good host.” She quipped.
She’d picked up cigarettes and whiskey for him while sweeping a store for food. She had everything she wanted and needed so far save for a few comforts like ice cream and electricity. So, she figured giving Merle something he would be thankful to have once he woke up was only fair.
“He just feels guilty.” She muttered, dismissing his observation of his younger brother.
“Maybe.” He shrugged as he ripped the pack open, propped a smoke between his lips and rummaged in his jeans for his lighter. He paused before he lit the end, peering at her over the cigarette. She offered him a small nod and picked up a heavy glass ashtray from the floor and positioned it in the center of the table, gestures that told him she was fine with him smoking in her apartment and were met with an even more surprised expression. He sparked up, sat back and waved the small, white stick around as he spoke.
“Ahh I don’t wanna talk about no sentimental stuff, but the kid liked ya.”
“No, he didn’t.” Jess retorted straight away.
A flash of exasperation flickered across his face and he raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
“Argue all ya want. I practically raised that boy. He’s a little odd but I ain’t never seen him flip his lid like that about some skirt. Should go back n’ find him. Or, let him find you. ‘Cause he will. Could find a flea in a hay bale, my brother.”
It was non-negotiable to her. Daryl had made it clear how he felt and she wasn’t about to go back to a place where she was constantly ridiculed and humiliated with no one to step in and defend her. Jess took a gulp of the liquor and winced at the warmth that radiated from her stomach. Whiskey really wouldn’t have been her drink of choice. She wished she’d picked up some rum, or spent the time bothering to find some Sam Adams.
“I’m not going back there. I know you’ll go and find him and you owe me no loyalty, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell him where I am” She requested.
Merle’s eyes dropped to his glass and then back up to Jess’s waiting face, over and over as he thought over the prospect of withholding important information that Daryl would want to know. Jess knew she was asking a lot of him, but the thought of being found and forced to face what had happened before she’d left, along with the heartbreaking confession from Daryl to Merle about her meaning nothing to him was too much for her to handle. She wanted a new start, alone, with no reliance or ties to anyone. Merle was still glaring at her intermittently but she paid it no mind, figuring she would get her answer soon enough and if she didn’t like it, she would be forced to move on and find somewhere else to live.
“Saved my life.” He mentioned. “Got me booze and smokes. Sewed up my arm. Hell, I’m pretty sure ya had me doped up on some pretty shit hot pain meds these last few days too. I may be from the wrong side of the tracks but I ain't no dumbass, sweet cheeks. know when I owe somebody.”
It had never even crossed her mind when she stood in the dark store, gawping down at a bloodied, mutilated and half-dead Merle, that she should just walk away and let him die or kill him herself. Instinct kicked in and she reacted in a calmer, more together way than she had ever done previously, knowing that she had to get him out of there and away from any danger. There was simply no other option. It occurred to her as she was sitting there opposite him that she had already come a long way, she was no longer as scared. She was more accepting of her situation, more tactical and shrewder. Now, more able to survive alone than ever before, simply because she had given herself no other choice. She stifled a small smile when she studied him, looking over his heavily bandaged arm and his bloodstained shirt. She made a mental note to make sure he did some physical therapy and got a new shirt before she let him go anywhere.
“I can’t believe you cut off your hand, you fucking psycho.” She said.
“It was that or be Walker jerky.” He replied.
The two of them giggled and Merle finished his smoke and glass of alcohol while Jess got up and started to prepare him something to eat from the piles of tinned food she’d hoarded. Now, she was providing for two of them for the time being and she’d felt it necessary to stock up. She’d hauled him out from near death, so she wasn’t about to starve the man that had been surprisingly pleasant to her, going against everything she’d expected of him. Maybe, just maybe, there was the same element in Daryl after all. But that no longer mattered to her.
That night, while her houseguest snored noisily on the couch in an alcohol induced coma, Jess settled on her bed and opened her journal. 
Merle has turned out to be much more personable than I ever imagined. Maybe that’s because I saved his ass. Or, maybe it’s because underneath it all, he’s actually OK as long as you know how to deal with him. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I trust him. But right now, I have the upper hand and he is relying on me to get him well enough to leave and go and find Daryl.
Daryl. It’s not like I don’t think about him. I do. I do miss him. Or, rather, I miss the person I thought he was and I remind myself of what I heard that night. I should have known better, it’s not the first time I developed a crush on somebody that was way out of my league. It’s my frequent reminder not to get attached to anyone, not to feel anything for other people or it will be me that suffers. There are only a few survivors left and I have to look out for myself. It’s been five weeks and I’ve not seen another living soul apart from the alcoholic redneck that sleeps on my couch and stinks to high heaven.
Besides this, I have set up quite the fortress here, I think I could live here for a long time. That’s if Merle doesn’t tell Daryl where I am. I’ll be forced to move if he does. I don’t want to be found. Just leave me be. This way, I may get physically hurt but I can deal with that, I’m studying books to deal with every possible outcome. But I just can’t handle more emotional turmoil. As much as I miss him.
I managed to get a punchbag from one of the other apartments in the building along with some weights. I intend to train and improve my stamina, heaven knows when I’m going to have to run and keep running, so I intend to be ready for anything. The herbs are taking and the bell peppers I planted on the roof are well on their way. So far, I’m doing well. I just can’t figure out how to get rid of the Walker behind the grate in the elevator shaft on the first floor. But he’s not a problem right now. His cage keeps him contained and some days I even wonder if he can hear me when I sit on the steps and tell him about my day.
Maybe I am going crazy. 
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Daryl had been looking for Sophia for hours. Days actually, but on this one particular occasion, in the blistering sun atop of a nervous horse that had bolted at the sound of a Walker and sent him tumbling down a hill into a watery area below, he was sure he’d had better days and was seriously rethinking his belief in Sophia still being alive. But still he pressed on, even injured at the bottom of a ravine, his eyes fluttered open in the stark light of the sun and his body thrummed with pain, but he managed to get up, treat his wounds and carry on.
God damn horse.
Where he got his strength and determination, he wasn’t sure but he could only really credit his terrible home life and childhood for instilling a kind of armor around him. A protective wall that he never let anyone pass. Surviving was second nature to him; he simply didn’t know any other way to be. Sophia was a child, alone in the walker-filled woods and Daryl couldn’t help but think of the time when he had found himself lost, back in the days when Walkers were something one only saw in a horror movie. He was merely a child and was missing for eleven days. Little did his father know, Daryl eventually found his own way home, wandered into the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich like nothing had happened. It was Daryl’s way, even back then, he relied on no one by himself and as the years passed, he still lived by the same rule; just get on with it.
Of course, nothing was ever easy anymore and his departure from the ravine was trickier than he’d planned. Reaching the top by literally dragging his bleeding body through the mud and shoving away hallucinations of his brother, ridiculing him for not making any effort to find him. He had to keep telling himself it was down to him hitting his head and not insanity creeping in. Slumped onto the flat woodland ground, he was never more grateful to see even terrain before. He glanced down at the state of his body, a broken bolt in his side from the fall sent spikes of pain through his veins that turned his stomach and blurred his vision. His head thudded back onto the mud as he took a minute to compose himself and figure out how he was going to get to his feet with his side impaled by a piece of wood.
“So, you can teach me not to die but you can’t quite manage it yourself, huh?”
Jess’s voice made his eyes snap open and he frantically scanned the area around him, seeing nothing but trees until she stepped out from behind a tree, her pretty smile broad and her clothes clean.
“Jess?” He croaked.
“Time to get up, sleepy head.” She instructed, crossing her arms. Daryl noticed her woolen sweater looked brand new, her hair was shiny and well-conditioned, her skin was clean.
“I-I tried to find you.” He rasped, sitting up and sucking a sharp breath in through his teeth when the pain rampaged through his nerves.
“Took a bolt to the side for the girl, but you just gave up on me.” She pointed out.
Daryl’s sweaty brow furrowed when he peered up at her as the sun shot out from behind her, silhouetting her in the light until she was gone. He quickly checked over his shoulders and rubbed at his face.
“Jess?”
Nothing. She wasn’t really there. Nothing more than a mirage, a figment of his imagination and most likely a result of a hard knock to the head. Seeing her again made his heart hurt regardless of if she was real or not. He missed her and the burden of ceasing to look for her after finding her note was now weighing even heavier on his shoulders. His hands fell to his sides, clawing up clumps of dirt as he drew in a deep breath and pushed through the pain of getting to his feet.
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Carol rapped softly on the door before turning the handle and quietly gliding inside. The tray in her hand contained soup and water that she’d prepared after hearing that Daryl was refusing food and just wanted to get patched up and back out into the woods. Carol hadn’t ever felt gratitude like it, nor had she ever been so surprised at one person’s sheer selflessness. Her child had been missing for days and Daryl had worked tirelessly, relentlessly and without any decent rest in order to find her. She didn’t know if he was harboring some kind of guilt over Jess and his brother, but as long as he was using it to find her little girl, she couldn’t complain. That was until now, until he’d almost died in the process.
The room was dim, the drapes drawn and the surfaces dusty from neglect. Daryl lay facing away from her, his side sporting a large square of gauze and bandages. Every part of his exposed skin was covered in scars, Carol could see that some of them were new, from the past day. But some, the largest ones were at least a decade old and her chest constricted with thoughts of the violence that she had known and how it could cause such trophies of trauma upon a person’s skin.
Placing the tray on the nightstand, she leaned over him and tenderly kissed the side of his head. Initially, he recoiled but she knew why and waited until he relaxed and let her offer her small token of appreciation and affection. He rolled over slightly, able to catch her eye for a moment and seeing them filled with worry. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“I couldn’t go look for Merle.” He whispered. “Gave up on Jess. Can’t find Sophia neither. Fuckin’ useless.”
Having known him only a few months, it was enough for her to come to the conclusion that Daryl was not like other people. On the outside, he was hostile but inside, he was sensitive, shouldering blame for deaths and caring so deeply about others that it ate away at him when they lost someone. But Daryl never spoke about it, preferring instead to internalize it all and simmer away, alone at the edge of the camp while glaring at the others and trying to understand how they could be so open and free with their emotions. Daryl never uttered a word about his feelings. That was, unless it was to Carol.
He couldn’t figure out exactly when it was that they’d become close but he suspected that his loss of Jess and Merle and Carol’s husband being turned by Walkers had somehow brought them together. He knew she was a broken soul, just as he was but neither of them needed to discuss it. Out of everyone, Carol was the one that seemed to understand him the most without even trying.
“No, Daryl. You did more for my little girl today than her daddy did in her entire life.” She promised.
He continued to look at her, saying nothing but speaking volumes with his expression. He was tired, almost defeated and knew that she would manage to say something to quell the exhausting guilt in his heart.
“And Jess… she didn’t want to be found.” She added.
Daryl resumed his previous position, fluffing up the pillows under his head and settling down.
“How are you feeling?” She asked.
“Like Andrea shot me.” He grunted.
An unfortunate accident it may have been, but Andrea’s trigger-happy attitude from the RV that evening had left Daryl in the dirt with a bullet graze to his temple and in his delirious state, he was unable to fathom exactly what had happened. Carol thought it was no wonder Andrea had mistaken him for a Walker after he’d staggered from the trees, covered in dirt and mud, snarling at everyone with a crazed look in his eye. A split-second decision was all it took and as luck had it, Andrea was still a bad shot with a rifle.
“You need to recover before you go back out there. I know you; you’ll want to push it. You almost got yourself killed. Took a bolt and a bullet today, all for Sophia. I can’t even begin to thank you.” She confessed.
“Don’t want no thanks.” He dismissed “I didn’t do nothin’ that Rick or Shane wouldn’t have done.”
Carol scoffed from behind him, rendering his last sentence as complete rubbish.
“I don’t see them lying in a bed with a hole in their sides. You’re every bit as good as them. Every bit.” She affirmed.
A silence from him told her it was her time to depart, pushing Daryl too much was likely to result in him lashing out, especially when she considered his current state of mind along with the fact that he was physically exhausted. She got to her feet and tapped the glass on the tray, the ringing of her nails on the glass reminding him that she wanted him to eat and drink something. In the doorway, she paused when she heard him speak again.
“Sophia, she's out there, I know it. I found her doll” He murmured.
“Maybe. Maybe Jess is too.” She suggested. “You can admit it, y’know”
He rolled onto his back, craning his neck to see her stood half in, half out of the room with her arms wrapped around herself.
“Admit what?”
“That you miss her. I know you two were good friends.” It was a hazardous approach for Carol to take due to her knowledge of his reluctance to talk about Jess. Every time someone mentioned her name his temper flared and he wasted no time in reminding everyone that she was probably dead and that they shouldn’t bother talking about her anymore. Carol knew it was a defense mechanism and in true Daryl form, his rage expelled itself in a series of abusive and offensive remarks.
“Ain’t gotta admit shit. Leave me alone.” He grunted.
“OK, but just eat something. Please. Or you won’t have the strength to get out of bed, let alone pick up that crossbow.”
With that, she left the room and closed the door behind her. A few hours sleep and some kind of sustenance would undoubtedly help his mood a little, but she wasn’t betting on him becoming a ray of sunshine anytime soon. She knew he had a better version of himself inside, but the loss of his friend and brother had began to chip away at it, eroding it day by day and she worried that eventually, there would be nothing left.
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A month had passed and Jess was sitting on the steps of the stairwell in her apartment block. She now had free reign of the entire building, every dwelling now empty and safe thanks to her tireless efforts to secure the building and ensure she had enough space to keep any supplies she might need. Her days had become routine, but she liked it that way. The mornings consisted of rising from her bed at sunrise and heading up to the next floor, where she had turned an elderly couples’ home into a gym. An hour’s rigorous exercise a day and a limited diet had seen her weight drop drastically over the four weeks she had been in residence and she was now confident she could run a life-saving distance without stopping at least. Late mornings were spent tending to the growing vegetables and herbs and checking the main street below for any swellings in the number of Walkers. If there was, she would make her way across the rooftops to the other side of town, where she would set off firecrackers or make enough noise to wake the dead all over again in order to draw them away and set them on a different path that didn’t include gathering outside her new home. In the afternoons, she scavenged and spent some time carving arrows on the steps with Ben- The Walker trapped in the elevator shaft. He wore a janitor’s uniform with his name embroidered on one side. She waffled on as if they were two best friends in a bar, telling him about her day and even regaling him with tales from comic cons and her opinions on the best beers in Texas. The evenings consisted of rooftop target practice and tedious conversations with Merle while she aided him with his physical therapy. He complained non-stop, telling her that he didn’t believe in all her ‘therapy shit’ and that he would be just fine without it. Eventually, he yielded and allowed her to help him with the advice of yet more books from the library.
Ben swayed back and forth as she held up an arrow for him to see, although she wasn’t quite sure if he could really see anything. More that he just seemed to know she was there with whatever part of his brain was still active enough to make him walk and want to eat people.
“I’m getting pretty good at this.” She mused with a smile. Ben reached through the elevator grate, his purple fingers with snapped nails grasping at her hand holding the arrow. She quickly snatched it away and slid the arrow into her quiver before standing up and throwing it over one shoulder. Her daily supply run had taken longer than usual after she ran into some unsavory undead in a camping store while trying to bring back more gas canisters. She had returned with her prize but decided to take some time to herself to carve some arrows before she had to endure Merle’s uncomfortable stare and chain smoking.
“Later, dude.” She said to Ben over her shoulder as she stomped up the steps to her front door. She stopped when she noticed the note pinned to the wood.
‘Gone to find my brother. Took some food and meds. Thanks, Sugar tits. M.’
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Celebration
 A one-shot I wrote for Norway’s birthday. Dennor, Sufin, an exhausted writer who did a lot of research.
Disclaimer: There is no guarantee that this fanfic will be good, or that you will like it. 
 He almost forgets his birthday. What makes him remember is a rude awakening, in the middle of the night.
 Norway’s phone screams for his attention the moment his clock reads 12:00 a.m., blaring its shrill tune and startling him off his bed.
 Cursing himself for forgetting to mute his phone before sleeping, Norway accepts the call and, trying to hide the sleepiness in his voice, says, “Hello?”
 “Happy birthday!”
 He drops his phone, ears ringing. Denmark’s voice is echoing again, again, again in his head, and he’s confused. Norway picks up his phone, and, yawning, asks, “What?”
 “Oh, how did you forget? It’s your birthday today, Nor, and I called to celebrate!”
 Wondering how Denmark can sound so energetic in the middle of the damn night, Norway turns on his lamp and glances at the calendar on his desk. Oh, it’s the seventeenth of May. His constitution day. And his birthday. “Thank you, but why the hell are you calling now?”
 “So we can celebrate the moment you become independent, and stuff!”
 “So you decide to call when I’m asleep, scaring the crap out of me instead of visiting or calling at a reasonable hour, like a normal human being?”
 “Exactly!”
 Norway sighs, stifling another yawn. “I’m going back to sleep. Don’t call or visit again until it’s at least 8 o’clock in the morning, or I’ll take your axe and behead you with it. Now good night.”
 He hangs up before Denmark can reply.
 Iceland calls at nine in the morning, while Norway is preparing for a speech he’ll give later at borgertog, the citizens’ parade. One hand holding his cell phone, the other scribbling notes on cue cards, the nation answers the phone. “Hello, Ice.”
 “Happy birthday.”
 “I didn’t think you’d call today. Denmark woke me up at midnight reminding me about it. I would’ve forgotten if not for that.”
 Silence on the other end.
 “...Ice?”
 He hears squawks, the beating of wings and Iceland shouting. “For heaven’s sake, Mr. Puffin, get off! No, that’s mine! Get — argh!”
 On the other side, something drops to the ground with a thump and Iceland starts talking again. “Sorry, Norway. Mr. Puffin was trying to eat my bag. Oh, and by the way, I’m flying over this afternoon to join the parade.”
 “Really?” Norway’s mouth twitches with the threat of a smile. “Thank you, Ice. I’ll get you some liquorice when you arrive. Until then?”
 “Yeah. See you.”
 Iceland hangs up, and Norway turns back to his cue cards, humming a tune.
 He watches the childrens’ parade from his bedroom window, laughing softly at the kindergarteners and elementary schoolers flooding the streets of Oslo with their loud rendition of his anthem. Middle schoolers lead the way, some waving their school’s banner and others waving his flag.
 One cluster of students is the loudest, jumping up and down and cheering. The oldest of the group seem to be barely twelve, dressed in red and blue and white and shouting in joy. Squinting at them tells Norway that the two young boys look rather familiar — one with bright blue eyes and golden hair, the other one a green-eyed redhead.
 Sealand and Ladonia?
 As though on cue, his phone rings again. He picks it up. It’s Finland.
 “Hei, Nor! Happy national day! We’re walking through Oslo right now, almost at your house! How are things?”
 “I think the kids snuck into the childrens’ parade.”
 “What?”
 “I think I saw Sealand and Ladonia with a group of students in the childrens’ parade.”
  Finland’s voice goes muffled for a while as he yells for his husband. “Ber?” Norway hears. “Ber, where are Peter and Niklas? Wait, they’re not with you? Oh, sh—” His voice grows loud again. “Sorry, Nor, I need to go. We’ll be at your house by lunch!”
 The family shows up at eleven o’clock, as Norway is stirring a pot of brun lapskaus on his stove. Sealand and Ladonia are still dressed in their parade clothes, walking into the dining room with shameless grins and holding little Norwegian flags. “Happy birthday!” They chorus, rushing towards Norway and tackling him in a hug.
 Sweden pries the boys off when they appear to be crushing Norway, handing him a small box. “Happy birthday.”
 The box reveals a battered bronze locket, engraved with filigree. Inside is a drawing of him, Denmark and Iceland, all of them a good few centuries older. It’s drawn in ink, on yellowing parchment that’s fraying around the edges.
 “Found it in the attic,” Sweden says. “You left it here long ago.”
 “Thank you, Sweden. I don’t even remember having this, but it’s nice to get it back.” Norway fastens the locket’s chain around his neck and feels the cold metal rest against his heart.
 Ladonia and Sealand each hand him a card, written in messy words with brightly-coloured drawings and Gratulerer med dagen scrawled sloppily on top. The childish gifts remind Norway of Iceland.
 A cloud of steam rising from the pot brings Norway back to his lapskaus, and he turns the stove off. Bringing out bowls from his cupboard, he turns to his guests with a rare smile.
 “Let’s have lunch.”
 His doorbell rings halfway through lunch and Iceland is standing in the doorway, bag in one hand and puffin in the other. Norway starts smiling again, and he gets up to hug his younger brother.
 For once, Iceland doesn’t protest and hugs him back, mumbling “happy birthday” under his breath. He pushes a wrinkled package into Norway’s arms with a smile he tries to hide.
 Norway tears the package open and finds a leather-bound book, the pages coming close to falling apart and turning ivory with age. Opening it curiously, his eyes scan over the ink-blotched words and starts to read.
 The stars are bright. The moon is in the sky. Norway showed me the pictures in the sky. They are made of stars.
~
 Today, Denmark fell off a horse. His arm was broken, like glass. Norway fixed his arm. He called him an idiot. What is an idiot?
~
 Denmark and Sweden were fighting today. I heard glass break, and Finland was shouting. It was very loud. Norway stayed with me. He said things will be fine.
 It takes a few moments before Norway realises that it’s a diary — Iceland’s diary, to be exact, one he’s been writing since he was barely even a nation. On and on these entries go, and Norway reads on wistfully as the writing and subjects both grow more mature.
 Sweden and Denmark fought again, like they did so many times before. Norway told me to stay in my room the entire time, but I could hear them. Denmark lost, and I heard him yelling, begging Sweden not to do something. I thought it’d be like the wars the two of them fought before, but apparently not. Denmark came into my room at night, and he said Norway wouldn’t be coming home.
 He didn’t say it, but I think Sweden took Norway with him when he won.
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 I couldn’t sleep last night. I guess I’m used to Norway and Denmark reading bedtime stories before I go to bed. Denmark didn’t read me any bedtime stories. I heard him crying in his room, when he thought I was asleep. I wanted to go over and tell him it was all okay, but his door was locked.
 He shouted at me when I tried to talk to him, then locked himself in his room. Denmark refused to eat, too, and I can’t get my food down. I’m too used to the three of us sitting at the dining table, talking and laughing. I’m too used to Norway being around.
 I miss him.
 Norway doesn’t realise he’s getting misty-eyed until Iceland hands him a tissue paper, looking slightly sheepish. “So… do you like it?”
 He crushes Iceland in another hug.
 The sun is just starting to set when Norway takes his place on the podium at the end of borgertog, cue cards in hand. He clears his throat, looks at the crowd waving flags, and begins to speak.
 The words flow from his mouth almost effortlessly, draft completely forgotten. He talks about the days he conquered and slaughtered with Sweden and Denmark, the years when all of northern Europe was under Denmark’s rule, the times when he and Denmark were in a union. His mind keeps drifting back to him, the nation he’s been with as long as he can remember.
 And to think he couldn’t make it here today…
 Norway’s speech is drawing to a close when he sees a figure make their way towards the front of the crowd, where Sweden, Finland, Iceland and the micronations are standing. Said figure is in a red shirt with a blue-and-white tie, practically bouncing on their feet and with a bright smile Norway knows all too well.
 When he bows and starts to walk away from the podium, Denmark’s cheers rise above everyone else’s.
 Denmark takes it upon himself to make dinner, somehow whipping up a batch of sosekjøtt in less than two hours. The five Nordics finish dinner in next to no time, clinking glasses and laughing, waxing nostalgia about the old times. But Norway notices that nobody talks about Kalmar, and certainly not about the treaty in 1814.
 They don’t have cake, instead choosing to share stories. Sweden indulges his sons with stories of their Viking shenanigans, snapping Norway’s spellbooks shut when he tries to show them his magic. Denmark, out of nowhere, bring out his beloved axe, convincing Norway to fish out his ancient mace from a thousand years ago. Denmark shows drawings of his Protest Pig, Norway drawings of his troll. Slowly, gradually, everyone else seems to fade away.
 Sweden and Finland whisk the children away when it’s almost midnight, leaving the house with cheery farewells. Denmark jumps from his seat at that with a grin, hopefully reaching for Norway’s hand. The latter glances at Iceland for a moment, and he stares back. “What? Go spend some alone time with Denmark. The worst that could happen to me out here is if I see your bills and faint out of shock.”
 Norway takes Denmark’s hand and leads him upstairs.
 The two of them shut the door to Norway’s bedroom and sit, side by side, on his bed. Denmark speaks first, his normally loud voice now soft and gentle. “Happy birthday, Norge.”
 Shyly, Norway inches closer until there is no space between him and Denmark. He rests his head on the taller’s shoulder, eyelids drooping in exhaustion. “It’s been two hundred and two years,” he murmurs.
 “Hmm?”
 “Two hundred and two years, since my Constitution was signed.” His eyes close in contentment when Denmark wraps one arm around his waist. “It feels like such a long time ago.”
 “Time really does fly, doesn’t it?” Denmark laughs. “It seems like ages ago when I called you at midnight.”
 “Oh, that. Well, I’m tired again.”
 “Don’t go to sleep yet. I haven’t given you my present yet.”
 Norway straightens up a little, staring into Denmark’s bright blue eyes. “Oh?”
 Before he realises what’s happening, gentle fingers curl under his chin and lift his face up, and Denmark seals their lips in a kiss.
 “I love you,” he whispers against Norway’s lips.
 “I love you too,” Norway whispers back.
A/N: The ending is stupid and cliche, but I’m currently really tired and I need some cheesy Dennor fluff to keep me awake so there you go.
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Chapter Seventy-Six: Old Sarum
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Boxing Day, in general, was the last day the entire Mountbatten-Windsor family spent together. The men and a few of the women left early in the morning for the shoot & hunt, while the remaining women and children stayed behind, having a late breakfast. As Elle watched Charlotte, George and Mia play, she smiled, feeling her own child kick her.
“ You know, soon enough my niece or nephew will be doing exactly the same thing.”, said Kate to her, as they sat side by side in the sofa.
“ I still can’t believe you and Harry will have a baby so soon…”, said Kate chuckling. Elle smiled and nodded her head.
“ I know… it’s so surreal sometimes.”, she replied the older woman. “ But knowing Harry, you’d have guessed that he’d want children quite soon after we got married. And I had no objections…”, continued Elle.
As the the afternoon approached, and the pheasant hunt on the grounds of the estate - in which the Duke of Edinburgh took charge - was over, they had a hearty lunch, full of different types of game, including one of her favourites, game pie.
When lunch ended, around two in the afternoon, the majority of them prepared to leave; William, Catherine and the children would be going to Bucklebury, to Kate’s parents home, while the Tindalls would be traveling to Australia.
As for Harry and Elle, their journey to Salisbury was highly expected. Her parents and brother all having spent Christmas at Woondenford Castle, were eager to see her and her husband for the New Year’s celebrations. And of course, the soon to be, new addition to the family. All packed, they said their goodbyes to the family and boarded the train to Wiltshire. Elle couldn’t help but grin as they approached the familiar sight of Salisbury Cathedral, which could be seen from afar.
“ Excited, aren’t we?”, said Harry smirking. Elle’s smiled grew and she nodded her head.
“ I haven’t been back to Woodenford since before our wedding. It’s been months!”, said Elle.
“ Oh poor Lionheart must be missing me just as much as I miss him…”, she wondered, sadly.
“ I’m sure someone rode him for you… they wouldn’t let him stuck on his stall during all that time.”, replied Harry.
“ I know… I’m just annoyed I can’t ride him…”, mumbled Elle, sighing. Harry nodded his head, understandably and pulled her closer to him.
“ Don’t worry. You’ll be able to be back on a saddle soon enough. Meanwhile, there are other things you can ride. One that is in front of you, I might add.”, he said, whispering the last sentence on her ear. Shaking her head, she slapped his arm.
“ Behave, Major.”, she said giggling while Harry smiled.
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Her parents were overjoyed to see her and Harry. With tight hugs and warm smiles they led the couple inside the stony castle. The familiar smells and sounds rushed into her, overwhelming her senses. Sighing, she dashed to the Great Hall, where she was happy to see the tall Christmas tree still standing in all of its glory.
Harry, who she left behind with their luggage, soon catch up to her and smiled as he watched his wife bewitched by the lit Christmas tree.
“ You can be such a child, you know…”, joked Harry. Elle didn’t even bother to look at him. Her sole focus was the ornament in front of her.
“ You know how much I love the holidays…”, she commented, going around the tree. “ I hope our child share that with me…”
“ I’m sure Nugget will think of it as magical as you do.”, replied Harry, coming beside her, his arms around her waist. Smiling softly, Elle leaned into him and sighed contently.
“ I know I’ve said this hundreds of times, but I can’t wait to meet our baby. I’ve started imagining what he or she will be like, how will our personalities mold into its life… Will Nugget be more like you or more like me? Or maybe he or she will be completely different from everything we’ve imagined. I can already picture our first Christmas together with Nugget. And I can’t wait for it to happen…”, said Elle.
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During the days they spent at the castle, the couple joined the McClaire’s in every activity: from helping decorating the main hall to hunting and charades after dinner. But it was on the third day, on New Year’s Eve that they had a serious job to do: visit the Duke and Duchess of Wiltshire Foundation’s hq for the end of year soup kitchen and bazaar.
Every year, her parents foundation organised on both Christmas and New Year’s a soup kitchen as a form of celebration and also as a way to help and care for the ones who had barely nothing or simply the one who had no family to spend the holidays with.
And so, Elle and Harry were recruited to help prepared then serve the soup, hot drinks, water and a cozy blanket to all of those who showed up at the HQ. They were more than happy to do so. When the people started to enter, most recognised Elle and were somewhat comfortable with her but most of them were shocked in seeing Harry.
Unfortunately, word got out and the media was alerted, resulting in a number of pictures circulating on social media. Luckily, Ingrid and Alfred were there and helped contain the crowd. But in the end, they laughed and enjoyed their time, talking to whomever came up to them.
“ This reminds me a lot of when my mum began taking Will and I to a few shelter homes in London. It’s the same atmosphere.”, said Harry and Elle smiled, nodding her head.
“ It is, right? Do you still visit them?”, she asked him.
“ Not as much as I used to. I wish I could, now that you’ve mentioned it.”, said Harry.
“ Well, in that case, let’s talk to Ronald and see when we can. I want to come along.”, said Elle.
“ Darling, are you sure it’s wise? Our agendas are packed for the start of the year and you’ll be on your final trimester. You should be resting.”, said Harry, slightly worried.
“ I know that… but I’ll be fine.”, said Elle. “ I’m determined to keep on working until the last month of my pregnancy. Even further if I can.”
“ No one will think less of you if you stop working to take care of you and the baby. You know that, right?”, said Harry, running his hands on her arms.
“ I do. But I want to. I want to do all that I can. And if Georgiana says I’m fit enough to do it, I will, Harry. I’m not sick or an invalid.”, she replied.
“ Yes… I’m well aware of the superwoman I married.”, said Harry smiling. “ But you can’t deny a husband’s concern for his wife an unborn child, can you?”
“ No… I suppose I can’t…”, Elle replied smiling. Leaning in closer to him, she gently placed her lips on his, a sweet kiss, laced with love and care.
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After they returned from the HQ, they prepared themselves for the cocktail party in the main hall. It would start much later in the night and go into the early hours of the new year. Among the guests, a few family members like Mary’s and Valerie’s parents, though Elle wasn’t sure if she’d be seeing either of them. Probably not.
Dress in a red med sleeved, knee high dress, her hair up in a ponytail, Elle smiled admiring herself on the mirror in her room. Her stomach was round now and looked so beautiful the dress’ deep burgundy, Christmassy colour. Caressing her belly, she smiled as she felt the baby kick.
“ Not much longer now, my little Nugget.”, she said.
“ Talking to your bump again sis? People will think you’re crazy.”, said Ed opening the door of the bedroom, unceremoniously.
“ Edward Thomas! You could have given me a heart attack!”, said Elle angrier and her brother just brushed it off, taking a sit on her bed.
“ And just so you know, yes I was talking to my child again. And it’s perfectly normal. Even encouraged.”, replied Elle, irritated. Ed laughed as he watched her.
“ I was messing with you, little sister. Of course it’s perfectly normal. I would talk non-stop if I were in your place. By the way, how is my niece?”, he said.
“ What makes you think it’s a girl?”, she asked him, raising one eyebrow.
“ I just have a feeling.”, said Ed blinking at her.
“ Well… Nugget is doing great. He or she just has a nag for kicking me…”, she replied giggling.
“ That must be painful.. ouch…”, said Ed making a face.
“ But worth it… as mother will tell you.”, Elle told her brother smiling.
“ Anyway, what are you doing here? Is there something you need?”, Elle asked him as she put on her earrings. She decided on wearing the ones Harry had gotten her for Christmas.
“ Oh yeah… mum is calling you. She’s in the library. She told me to tell you to come as soon as you were able.”, said Ed.
“ Alright. Tell her I’ll be down in a few.”, replied Elle.
“ Do I look like the Royal Mail?”, retorted Ed. “ She’ll wait. I still have to get changed.”, he continued and left the room, after kissing her temple. Elle shook her head and smiled. What are we going to do with you, Edward?, she thought.
When she finished her makeup, Elle made her away down the stairs, noticing how there were already a few people there, mingling and sipping on their drinks. She briefly greeted them and quickly dashed to the library. She found her mother seating on one of the sofas, a book in her hand.
“ Mother?”, Elle said, announcing her presence.
“ Elle darling. Thank you for coming.”, Victoria said. “ Come. Take a seat by me.”. Elle walked over to her mother and sat beside her on the fluffy sofa.
“ My darling I asked you here because I wanted to give you this.”, said Victoria, handing Elle the book she was holding.
“ This is in between a diary and a scrapbook of the women in our family. In there, you’ll find thoughts, stories and tips of their lives as mothers.”, said Victoria and Elle’s eyes widened.
“ How long have you had this?”, she asked her mother.
“ Since your brother was born. You see, it’s handed down from mother to daughter when her first child is born. It started with your great grandmother and now I’m continuing the legacy and passing it on to you. The binding was changed several times and pages were added with the years but it remains, in its essence, the same book. I hope this helps and inspires you, my darling.”, said Victoria, teary-eyed.
Elle looked from the leather-bound book in her hands to her mother. Feeling a surge of emotion hit her like a ton of bricks, Elle put the book aside and in one quick motion, hugged her mother tightly, as much as her belly allowed.
“ This is so incredible, mum. Thank you for trusting me with it. I treasure it forever.”, she said.
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The cocktail party was an incredible success. Harry had been introduced by Elle to a number of family friends and colleagues from her parents, all of whom were delighted to meet and talk to him. Many of them, shared the same ideals and interests he had and were eager not only to listen to what he had to say on the subject but were more than happy to help and invest in some of his ventures, namely the Invictus Games, whose second edition would soon be announced.
As midnight approached, the couple joined the other guests in the garden for the countdown and fireworks display.
“ Do you remember the first time we came here after we we’ve seen each other again?”, asked Harry.
“ How can I not? You crushed my gala and we came here after we had danced together. I was so nervous for having you here.”, said Elle.
“ Really? I was petrified of your reaction when I decided to come to the gala.”, he said and she chuckled.
“ I wanted to kiss you so bad that day. You looked so beautiful and all the feelings I would have for you were beginning to surface.”, said Harry, making Elle smile.
“ I have to confess that I wanted to stay in your arms for a longer time than I had that evening. I too, was starting to feel something for you. I didn’t know yet that it was but it scared me.”, said Elle.
“ I think it’s safe to say we both were scared that night.”, said Harry and the couple chuckled.
“ But look how far we’ve come from that night, hun?”, said Elle, one hand resting on her growing stomach. “ We fell in love, we got engaged, married and now we starting a family. Of course we knew this marriage would happen, but who would have thought we’d get so lucky?”, she continued.
“ We are indeed the lucky ones, my love.”, said Harry, leaning closer to her just as the countdown was coming to and end. Their kiss was slow, loving, caring. They held each other tightly, their bodies’ warmth engulfing one another.
“ Happy New Year, my love.”, said Elle as they pulled away, noses still touching.
“ Happy New Year, my love, my wife, mother of my child.”, said Harry smiling.
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Two-thousand and seventeen began with a kick. Quite literally for Elle. As she entered her 26th week of pregnancy, she was beginning to feel the true weight of her body. Her movements were slower, her lower back was a little stiff and she felt she got progressively more tired as the day came to and end. Georgiana had advised her about the change in her centre of gravity as well as the strain in her muscles and joints due to the new weight she’d be carrying.
Harry, ever the attentive husband, was promptly ready to give her back rubs, foot massages and draw warm, soothing baths for her. As they prepared for Nugget’s arrival, the couple tried to enjoy their last moments alone. As soon as they’d returned from Wiltshire, they had resumed their date night, which was a great idea to begin with and now proved to be an even better one, as they had found a comfortable routine around it.
Following epiphany, Elle got in touch with the midwife who taught Kate the hypnobirth technique, Helen. She was, indeed, as her sister-in-law had told her, a very sweet woman. Well, at least on the phone. They had scheduled a meeting at Kensington Palace later that week so they could start on the basis of hypnobirth and all she would need for the delivery.
“ Are you sure you want to do this?”, asked Harry.
“ I am. I’ve done a little research and it seems as good as any birthing exercise or technique. And, from that Kate has told me, it helped her feel more relaxed and at one with her body when she delivered both George and Charlotte. I’ve heard great things about it.”, said Elle and Harry nodded his head.
“ Well, if you are sure love, then all I can do is support you. And that you have. Always.”, said Harry, kissing her temple, making Elle smiled at the gesture.
“ I’ll be entering my third trimester in two weeks, so I think it’s a good time to start preparing. And, Helen said to me that hypnobirth also helps prepare the mind for the pain and the stress that comes with labour. Trust me, I have full confidence this will work. It’ll be a mind over matter kind of thing.”, said Elle.
On the following week, Helen, a middle-aged, brown skinned and white haired woman came to apartment 1.
“ Nice to finally meet you, Your Royal Highness.”, said Helen to Elle.
“ The pleasure is mine. Kate has spoken highly of you.”, Elle said to the woman.
“ Well I thank her. I’ve worked with the Duchess of Cambridge in her last two pregnancies and I’m honoured now to be working with yours.”, said Helen. Harry, then stepped forward to greeted the woman with a handshake.
“ It’s very nice meeting you Helen. My wife and I are thrilled and excited about that you have to teach us.”, he said, receiving a smile from the older woman.
“ As I said, it’s an honour. So, shall we start?”, said Helen and the trio took their seats on the sofa.
“ Well, I want to know a little more about you and the pregnancy before we start with hypnobirth. So, I gather this is your first pregnancy?”, she asked them.
“ Well, actually, this is my second. Our second.”, said Elle and Helen was very polite to hide her surprise.
“ I had a pregnancy scare before our wedding but, obviously, the baby didn’t come to term.”, said Elle, while Harry hand’s were holding hers tightly.
“ I see. I’m so sorry for your loss, But I have to ask, I take that you had a miscarriage?”, asked Helen.
“ Yes. It was spontaneous. I had just found out I was pregnant.”, said Elle.
“ Alright. And after that, did you have any kind of  hormonal trouble or sexual?”, she asked,
“ No. I had a treatment after the miscarriage to eliminate every possibility of further problems and since I got pregnant again I’ve had close and constant check-ups with my OB/GYN.”, said Elle and Helen nodded, taking a few notes.
“ Then everything is as it should be.”, said Helen smiling.  “ Since you’ve had no trouble conceiving again, I believe your miscarriage was due to either stress or hormonal imbalance. It can happen and it’s not uncommon. But all is well now and we’ll deliver this baby to full-term, perfectly healthy.”,she continued, making the couple smile.
“ Well let me explain to you how hypnobirthing work. We’ll meet weekly for pre-natal classes on how to react and that to expect before, during  and after birth, for both the mother and the father to be. Along with it, you’ll have a 16-hour program that you can listen to, telling you about the step by step of hypnobirthing, relaxation exercises, which we’ll practice, and a number of techniques that will ensure a stress-free, pain relief and natural birth.”, said Helen.
“ This seems heavenly.”, said Elle “ When can we begin?”, she said and both her husband and midwife chuckled.
“ Right away if you want to.”, replied Helen.
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In the coming weeks, Elle and Harry had began to fully understand the nature and preparation for a birth due to Helen’s help and guidance. Hypnobirthing was proving to be more relaxing then Elle had first thought it to be and she felt a true improvement in her daily life because of the exercises and meditation she’d been practicing daily.
Once she reached her 28th week of pregnancy and finally entered her third and last trimestre, she began to think about the final details for the baby’s birth and the events she’d attend leading to April, when she’d take her leave from all of her public engagements. In the middle of the week she and Harry would have a joint engagement for the Henry van Straubenzee Memorial Fund. They’d attend a benefit in to raise funds for a new project in Uganda.
But before they could attend it, Elle had an appointment with Georgiana. Since she was beginning the last months of her pregnancy, she’d have a more thorough examination and weekly visits to the clinic.
“ So, how are you feeling? Any changes you want to tell me?”, asked Georgiana as Elle and Harry stepped into her office.
“ I’m just feeling more tired. But I know it’s normal.”, said Elle and the doctor nodded her head.
“ It is. Most women feel a little bloated as well. All normal reactions and consequences to the pregnancy.”, said Georgiana.
“ And how are the pre-natal classes going?”, she asked them.
“ Pretty well.”, replied Harry. “ Elle has started hypnobirthing exercises and I’m doing a few as well to help her relax and meditate.”, he continued.
“ Oh that’s good! It’s a quite popular technique nowadays and it’s very interesting to say the least. I think if you believe it, you can do it. And in the end, it’s a matter of mind over body.”, said Georgiana.
“ That’s exactly what’ve told Harry. I’m feeling calmer and more prepared for the birth since I started the exercises. Helen, my birthing coach and midwife is helping us. And it’s been illuminating.”, said Elle.
“ That’s good to hear, Elle. Well, keep doing whatever makes you feel good.”, said Georgiana smiling.
“ Now, let’s have a look at your vitals and this little one?”, she said and Elle popped into the bed for her check-up. She felt Georgiana hooking her to a few machines to take her blood pressure, temperature and blood-sugar, as well as her heartbeat.
“ Everything seems in order with you. Your blood pressure is a little low, but it’s well within the margins. I’m going to collect a little flask of blood to send to the lab to see if everything is normal, ok?”, said the doctor and Elle nodded in response. Then, she lied back into the bed and pulled her blouse up so that Georgiana could make an ultrasound.
“ Let’s see this little royal, now, shall we?”, she said, putting the cold gel in Elle’s belly. Soon enough, the machine began making weird sounds, which were the baby’s heart and both soon-to-be parents watched in wonder as their child appeared on the small screen.
“ Baby’s heartbeat is strong. We can see its hands and feet all completely formed. The baby is about the size of a large aubergine and weighs about 1 kilogram, which is 2 pounds. Everything seems perfectly alright with both mum and baby.”, said Georgiana. The couple smiled to each other as Elle was cleaned and was able to sit up on the bed.
“ At this stage, the baby will gain weight much quicker and will soon start turning in your womb to prepare for the birth. You’ll most likely feel more movement in your belly and I’m sorry to say, an incessant unrest in your legs. It’s common and part of the process , so don’t be alarmed.”, said Georgiana.
“ I’ll have your lab results tomorrow so I’ll just call you and tell you then. There’s no need for you to come in here. But other than waiting for the labs, all is well. I’ll see you next week, okay? And don’t forget to drink plenty of water and eat vegetables and red meat for the iron you need.”, advises Georgiana.
“ Thank you Georgiana.”, said Elle, hugging the woman. “ Until next week.”
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Two days later, Harry and Elle, both dressed in elegant black-tie coded clothes, attended the fundraising gala for the Henry van Straubenzee Memorial Fund. Harry, as one of the patrons, would be giving a small speech on the work the foundation did in Uganda as well as talk about his own experience with both the charity and his own work in Africa, through Sentebale.
“ Are you sure you’re feeling alright to attend the gala? I know how during the night your body hits almost exhaustion levels.”, asked Harry, concerned.
“ I am. And I’ll be alright. So long as I remain seated during most of it, I’ll be golden.”, replied Elle. They were in the car with Ingrid and Leo, on their way to the National Gallery in London, where the fundraiser would take place.
As the got closer to the sumptuous building in Trafalgar Square, the royal couple noticed the amount of photographers and the red carpet that been lined up at the entrance of the building.
“ This looks almost like the Oscars. I feel like a superstar.”, joked Elle, making the people in the car laugh. “ If you don’t mind me saying, ma’am, you and your husband are as good as superstars in this country. Abroad as well.”, said Ingrid.
“ True…”, agreed Harry. “ The paparazzi certainly treat us like so.”, he continued in a more serious tone. Elle sighed and held onto his hand, caressing his wedding band on it.
“ We’ll be alright, darling. You’ll see.”, she said, reassuring him. Harry nodded his head and smiled at her, just as their car stopped at the base of the stairs leading to the National Gallery. The sounds of flashes and their blinding lights paved the way for Harry and Elle, who were holding hands as they greeted the two members of the fund’s board of directors.
“ A pleasure to welcome you both, Your Royal Highnesses.”, said one man, shaking Harry’s then Elle’s hands.
“ It’s our pleasure to be here.”, replied Elle, with a courteous smile. They were guided by the man and woman to the main area of the building and were soon bombarded by friends and acquaintances alike. Many, who had yet to congratulate them officially on the imminent birth of their first child.
Overall, the night run out without a hit. The couple mingled among the guests, Harry’s speech was filled with laughter and also meaning, specially when he pointed out the number of lives they’d be helping by funding the organisation. Elle was very proud and turned on by his passion and dedication to his causes.
At the end of the night, when they returned to Kensington Palace, Harry and Elle welcomed the new year as a couple, thoroughly enjoying themselves: as companions, as lovers, as soulmates. Tangled in the bedsheets, in each others arms, they calmly slept, as they waited the new challenges life would bring them in the weeks to come.
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mldrgrl · 7 years
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38 and 44 for Mulder and Scully
This one got away from me a little so, behind the cut.
38. Blood & 44. puppy love
Scully had never been in her mother’s attic before.  She was in med school when they moved to the Baltimore house, engrossed in exams, so Bill and Charlie had been the ones to help move their parents in.  There was never any reason to go up there.  Now, since the house needed to be prepared to sell, it had to be cleaned and cleared.  Mulder offered his help and she’d gratefully accepted, still not quite able to be in the house alone.
They’d gone room by room, sorting knick knacks, furniture, and clothes into piles for donating, keeping, or throwing away.  The bedroom had been the hardest for her.  It just felt wrong going through her mother’s things..
The last room left was the attic.  Mulder pulled down the collapsible stairs from the ceiling and they headed up into the dust and stale air.  It was cold up there and Scully was glad she’d worn an old sweatshirt to protect against the dirt and chill.
“It’s actually pretty tidy,” Mulder remarked, looking at all the boxes stacked and clearly labeled.
Scully sneezed.
“Except for the dust,” he added.  “How do you want to do this?”
”I don’t know if I can last up here.  I think we need to get the boxes out first and then we can open them up downstairs.”
“You go down and I’ll lower them to you.”
A little over an hour later, all the boxes were out of the attic, stacked just as neatly in the hall and the guest room off the hall, organized and grouped by label.  Scully used a utility knife to cut through the tape on a box labeled CHRISTMAS and passed the knife to Mulder.  He used it to cut open a box labeled DANA.
“Some of this is falling apart,” she said, pulling out a white tablecloth that was stained with age.  “Except for our first Christmas ornaments, this should probably all just be tossed.”
“Up to you,” he said, poking through the DANA box.
“There was an angel tree topper though.  I think my grandparents gave it to Mom and Dad on their first Christmas together.”
“Oh, look what I found.”  Mulder pulled out a high school yearbook from the box with a grin and flipped it open to the front cover.  “‘To the most bitchin’ babe to walk the halls of SDH.  Call me for some summer luv.  Marcus.”
“It does not say that.”
Mulder turned the cover for Scully to look at and she left her box to stand next to him as he flipped through the pages.  He found her senior portrait and laughed as she groaned and tried to cover it up.  He pushed her hand away and read her bio.
“Dana K. Scully.  Math club.  Science Club.  Forensics.”
“Forensics was speech and debate.”
“I know.  Poetry club.  Poetry, Scully?  Really?”
“It was a phase.”
Mulder lifted the yearbook up over his head and looked down into the box.  “With any luck, some of those masterpieces will be in this box.”
“God, I hope not.”
“Latin club,” he continued.  “ASB Secretary.  ‘There are no such things as applied sciences, only applications of science - Louis Pasteur’”  He chuckled and closed the book.  “Wos, Scully, you really were a huge nerd.”
She shoved his shoulder and went back to the Christmas box.  He knew he should have just left DANA alone and opened one of the other boxes labeled BOOKS or SCULLY CHINA, but he was more interested in exploring Scully’s childhood.  He laughed as he unrolled a small poster of Donny Osmond.
“And they call it, puppy lo-o-o-ove,” he sang to her, holding the poster of Donny over his face.
“Everyone loved The Osmonds,” she argued.  “You can’t tell me you didn’t have a thing for Marie.”
“Actually, I was partial to Laurie Partridge.”
“People used to tell Charlie he looked like Danny Partridge so Bill convinced him he was the youngest Partridge that had been given up for adoption because he couldn’t sing.”
“That’s mean.”  Mulder chuckled anyway.
Scully rifled through yellowing boxes of cracked ornaments and smiled as she listened to Mulder hum under his breath.
“I woke up in love this mornin’,” he whisper-sang.  “I woke up in love this mornin’.  Went to bed with you on my mind.  Shit.”
Scully looked over as Mulder shoved the side of his thumb in his mouth.
“Cardboard cut,” he mumbled around his thumb.
“Let me see.”  She moved to his side and touched his wrist as he lowered his wet thumb from his mouth, glistening with saliva and blood.  “There are Band-Aids in my bag.”
Mulder nodded and put his thumb back in his mouth as he wandered out.
“Wash it first!” she called after him.
Half-heartedly, she finished rummaging through the first Christmas box and then put it aside to be thrown out.  She looked around at what remained.  She’d have Mulder take the box with her name on it and Melissa’s out to the car to take home.  He could finish getting a kick out of her things later - she was pretty sure there was a diary in there somewhere and a notebook of high school poetry.  They just didn’t have time for it right now.  They could send Bill and Charlie’s boxes to them without opening.
It made her sad to think of a life reduced to a few pieces of furniture to pass down and boxes of junk no one wanted or needed.  Her eyes began to water and she wiped them with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.  She felt Mulder’s hand on her back and she took a deep breath and dropped her arms.  He rubbed her back in slow circles.
“We can finish this later,” he said.
“The realtor will be here tomorrow.  It has to be today.”
“Okay.”  He wrapped his arms around her and she turned to lay her head against his chest.
“I’m okay,” she said.
He rested his chin on her head.  “Okay.”
She pulled back and stretched up to kiss his neck.
“Want me to sing some more hits of the 70’s for you?” he asked.
“I’d rather you go through those boxes of books and see if there’s anything worth keeping.”
“I can do that.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed her temple and let her go.  She caught his hand and pulled her back to him.  “Hey,” she said, quietly.  “I’m not gonna sing, but I woke up in love this morning too.”
He grinned and wrapped his arms around her again.
The End
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Whisper your love Part 3
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: As a hydra agent, you where the last person Bucky expected to be kind to him, but during the days of him being locked away as the winter solider, you where a Flower among the graves.
Warnings: Fluff?, Swearing.
Word Count:1,731
Waking up today felt like getting hit over the head repeatedly with a hammer, my temples shot pain through my skull, and there was this strangely familiar stringing that burrowed itself at the base of my neck. Getting out of bed and standing felt like trying to balance on one leg on a moving canoe, I was all stumbles and grunts as I finally managed to pull myself up right.
I knew a few clues that told me where to go, mostly the tiny snippets of orders that spoke through the thick fog of my mind. It was morning and by what I could gather, that meant breakfast.
When I exited my quarters, I felt the strange sensation of confusion again, I didn’t know whether to go left or right, and where it is I would go in the first place. Taking a guess I turned left and headed down a oblong hallway that was lined with a few different doors, all marked with different numbers, and only illuminated by the light flicker of the broken lights on the cycling.  When I arrived at the end of the hall way, I took a chance and turned right, seeing a single door at the end of it. Upon reaching it I heard grunts and the rough sound of a body hit the ground. Though I had enough sense to tell that this was not where I wanted to be, I still felt the urge to grasp the door handle and yank It one. Giving into this odd pull of energy, I did exactly that, only to find a young women and man, sparing relentlessly in a frenzies of kicks and punches.
“You’re getting sloppy Theo.” The young women barked, smiling at him before landing an upper cut to his jaw and sending him staggering back.
“F-Fuck..” the young man-Theo I presume-  mumbled as he cupped a hand under his chin and watched it catch the small amount of blood that trailed out of his mouth. Just as he was about to get up for another round, his eyes caught sight of me, and his face visibly drained. Seeing this, the women looked over her shoulder and upon seeing me, let a soft smile curve onto her face.
“Well good morning winter, I haven’t seen you in a few days.” She beamed, and I could do nothing but stare her down.  Who was she and why did she call me ‘winter’ not only that but what does she mean a few days? I felt like I’ve seen her before, maybe in a dream sometime but she was nothing but that, a faint thought in the back of my mind.  
As my faced mirrored that of a stone wall, her face fell.
“They wiped you again…” she commented disappointingly, and began to make her was over to me.
“I’m (y/n), nice to meet you winter.” She said softly, extending a hand out to me, which I did nothing but glance at.
She sighed, and let a faint smile play on her lips as she looked up to me. “When you get back to your room, look under your mattress.” She informed.
She gave me a half hearted smile, and waved her hand as she made her way back to the mat and with no heist, kicked the legs of Theo from under him as he wasn’t pay attention.
I stayed long enough to hear him yell “ouch! (y/n) what the fuck!” and for her to reply with “You must master the element of surprise!” that was half masked by a soft chuckle.
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My day felt like watching a movie, I could barley control the pictures that flashed through my mind as I ate my protein bar that morning, and I could hardly concentrate enough to endure my training session after words.
Not only had I gained most of my recollection of where I was and what I was supposed to do, but also left feeling like the young women from before had painted her name on every tiny surface of my brain.  She was a deeply seeded memory that had released a sheer mask over me, and I felt like I knew her, I felt like I wanted to know her, and that’s when her words played themselves to me again. ‘look under your mattress’.
My training session ended with my opponent moaning in pain at my feet, and my metal fist covered in small specks of blood.  A guard commanding me to retreat to my quarters, and more men helping the mess of a man up from the mat.
It felt so strange to be able to walk down the hall to my room and knowing exactly where to go but not knowing why or how I even got into this situation. I knew hardly anything about how to navigate these halls, and knew even less about the people who passed me, but I had this pull and push effect going on in my veins. I knew everything well simultaneously knowing nothing at all.
Arriving at my quarters I felt my stomach growl with hunger, and its only then that I realized I had skipped lunch, whether or not that was a common occurrence I do not know, but I did know that my body craved nutrients.
I knew that the small pull of my heart to look under my mattress was strong, but at this moment the call of food was even stronger, so with one last glance at my door, I walked past, and headed to the cafeteria.
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It took me even less time to find it, having looked early that morning, so I arrived in time for dinner. There were significantly less people present then the morning, and most were scattered out eating quietly by themselves.
Despite the complete lack of people, their spread out bodies made each table occupied, which made me coil in nervousness.
I always sat alone.
After I got the plane steak and potato that the cook slid to me on a metal tray, I glanced around once again and noticed only one option.
Either by sheer coincidence, or some form of metaphysical gravity, an almost bare table, with nothing but a notebook, and a young women sketching with in it, caught my eye.
She was much calmer then when I saw her before, no longer were her hands wrapped in white cotton cloth, and her attire had navigated from shorts and a tank top, to a clean and sharp hydra uniform.
My feet began to move before my mind had even given its statement, and within seconds I was towering over her, clutching my tray a little too tight in my metal palm, and giving the all to familiar look of a killer.
She stopped writing abruptly, and slowly lifted her head up to look at me, her eyes twinkling as her face split into a soft grin.
“Hi winter” she beamed, looking at my form in search of a response, but I gave none, just sat down in front of her with a soft grunt of acknowledgement.
She looked down at my tray, noticing the small proportions and the bare, flavorless look.  “Do they realize you’re a grown man?” she questioned.
I looked to my plate, and gave a very weak shrug in response before digging a fork into the baked potato. After a few moments of chewing the taste of starch and what seemed like dirt, I heard a bag rustling and then a flash of blue being shoved in my direction.
My eyes glanced up to her, seeing her soft features beam with giddiness. “Here, eat this when you’re done.” She said.
I looked at the long blue wrapped object in her hand for a moment, and then heard her chuckle after a sigh.
“its only chocolate” she informed me, and with a slight uncertainty, I took it from her hands.
It felt odd, felt like a complete wave of emotion.. she had done this before, with something else, but she had given me food before.
I looked up to her face as she began to look over her notebook again and somehow felt my eyes glued to her beauty, as she scribbled what looked to be diagrams of mechanics in its pages.
The way she brushed her hair out of her face made my heart flutter, and it felt so completely wrong to my obedient mind, yet so familiar in my chest.
Before I could dwell on the feelings too much, I ate the rest of my dinner, and quickly got up to leave. I felt my body pause for a moment as she didn’t even look up at me, and without my consent, a quick “thank you” groggily poured out of my lips.
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When I finally arrived back at my quarters, I found myself carding my fingers through my hair, as I stared down at my bed. It felt a little ridiculous, to listen to a girl I barely knew, but she had already proven herself different, and on top of that it would form no harm in listening.
Lifting up the very thin, and worn down spring mattress, I was surprised to see that she was indeed telling the truth, and I immediately picked the leather bound book up.
Sitting down on my bed, I got the bar of chocolate she had given me out of my pocket, and opened up the book.
What lain inside the pages, was scribbling lines of blue ink, all looking to be quick diary entries. The dates ran along the top, and followed a inconsistent pattern.
As I began to read, flashes of each detail blurred within my vision, and each time was like the first time it happened, well simultaneously being the millionth time iv thought about it.
She was there, in the lab, in the med bay, in the cafeteria, she was in my room, in the hall ways and training room.
Every small glimpse of her being there followed a series of smiles and waves, and each and every time my heart grew a little more.
By the end of the last entry, I felt my mind flood with feelings, I knew her, I knew who I was, and I felt that invisible pull on my heart strings.
I wanted her closer.
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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years
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Artie falls in love with you / Arthur Fleck short story
Disclaimer: Suicidal thoughts, sex, drunk Arthur, romantic, sweet
“How...how many kisses?“
Arthur was lying on the couch, burying his face in the pillow. The two of you went out on a date for the third time today and you were truly in love with him.
“Just tell me sweetheart, how many?“ He mumbled. The couple glasses of wine werent a good idea considering that he was on his medication and was never really drunk before. You felt kinda bad about his condition right now. But you really tried to get him out of his apartment and did choose a good restaurant to finally get him to eat something. He never ate propery and looked kinda starved. Also a side effect of his meds. You felt good, watching him eating half a plate today, so you ordered some wine,too.
You kneed in front of the couch to made sure he's comfortable, petting his soft, sweaty curls “What do you mean?“
He smirked at you “How many smoochies will I get from you tonight?“ His face lighted up looking at you. His childlike grin made your knees weak every time.
You kept on playin with his hair “Many,Arthur.“
“But how much?“
He tried to get up and kiss you on the cheek, making kissing noises and almost fell from the couch “Oooops“ he buried his face in your neck “I almost fell. Good thing I fell in your arms,huh?“ His breath felt hot against your skin. The smell of his hair felt like home. “Yeah Arthur, I'm afraid you're a bit drunk.“
Arthurs smile grew even more “I'm not drunk. I just love you so much and need to know how many?“ A sloppy kiss on the corner of your lips.
“Countless,Artie.“
He sunk back into his pillow “Wow, thats a lot!“
You took the blankets and covered him with it “Just try to get some sleep,okay? You will get all the kisses when you're sober again“.
He crawled up under the sheets, his beautiful face lookin slightly weathered. “Hey (YN) wanna hear a Joke? “
“Sure“
“So this man comes into an libary“ he chuckles in his pillow already.
"...and asks for a book on how to commit suicide.
And the libarian said  Fuck off, you won`t bring it back"
He can`t help but laugh about his own joke. His dark homor said more about himself than you wanted to admit but you were very drawn to his view of things. He always seemed to feel everything with an intensivity you have never seen on someone else before. Eighter if he was happy or sad. When you met him he told you he never felt happy in his whole life but you felt like it changed dramatically since you dated. Knowing that he was all alone by himself, expect from living with his mother his whole life still breaks your heart. Never have you met someone more caring. He loves to make late night conversations while cuddeling up under the blankets, about everything that was going on in his head. Sometimes he had troubles explaining what he was trying to say but you loved his way of observing things around him. He payed attention wo every datail. You admired him, which he couldnt understand. He loved to be seen and he loved that you listened to him carefully. But he still wasnt sure why you loved him so much. You guess he wasnt used to this kind of attantion.
"Thats a good one,Arthur!"
He was getting sleepy "Yeah... you know what (YN) there are many more jokes in my journal, you know? I want you to read it. "
"The jokes?"
"The whole thing"
His eyes got heavier now.
"There are not only jokes in it" his eyes tried to focus on you "I was writing about you,too.I want you to read it"
Your hand slit under the blanket to caress his chest "About me? Really?"
"Yeah" the scar on his upper lip liftet when he did that smirk and it always made you blush. He even managed to make you blush while lying drunk on the couch. You felt kinda bad by getting turned on seeing him in this condition.
"I dont know Arthur, I feel like this is kinda personal. I dont want to disturb your privacy by reading your journal.
"Just do it!"
"Artie, you`re drunk. What if you dont want me to read it anymore in the morning?"
He was leaning  over to give you sloppy kisses again "Thats why I want you to read it now." He was pointing his finger at you "Hey, wanna hear another one?"
You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead "Get some sleep, Arthur. You need to rest now"
He falls back into the pillow and falls asleep with a smile on his face.
After you made sure he fell asleep you looked at his diary. He really said he wanted you to read it. And that he wrote about you.
You werent sure if you should take a look. This felt so personal. On the other hand... You were more than curious about what he might thought of you. You just started dating and had your first kiss some days ago. He was a really good kisser. You guessed he didnt really knew what to do at first but he was so emotionally involved. He seemed to soak up every second of the moment. Like he really wanted this. He was right there in the moment with you, which you loved.After the kiss he confessed that he never was with a woman before and you think he was a bit ashamed about it. But he still wanted you to know. You didnt mind. You thought it was cute actually. And you wanted nothing more than being his first. You would love him all night. Like he deserved to be loved.
Another stare at his diary. You put my hands on the cover. Arthur Fleck case number 064823. Sure he had some problems. But you wanted the both of you  to figure them out together. You wanted to hold his hand when he was in the waiting room to attent his appointments. You still werent sure what the exact diagnose was. You didnt wanted to upset him by asking too much about it. But you knew that he took anti depressants and anti psychotics.
You opened the first page of his diary. Some jokes, really dark ones. Mostly about death.
You turned the pages. Observations about homeless people. More dark jokes. Sad thoughts about being left alone.  You didnt really read all of it cuz it still felt like you were disturbing his privacy. So you tried to find the pages which are written about you and searched for your name to pop up and there is was.
Your name was written in big, red letters that looed like lipstick. With a big smiley. Your heart jumped out of my chest when you saw it. There was something so cute about it and you imagined him drawing this the night, after you met.
You took a deep breath and started to read as your hands were shaking.
"Today I met the sweetest girl. She was new in my neighborhood and seemed to be different from all those aweful bricks here in Gotham. She has a nice smile. An authentic one. Not like my own smile, which is never authentic for so many reasons. I dont even know what a real smile is. But when I saw her , I smiled and for the first time in my entire life  it felt like a real smile.
So she had those big packages to carry and i was just standing there, staring at her and suddenly she asked me for help. I was never been asked for help before. People tend to ignore and avoid me a lot. So I was very pleased to help her with her packages. We got into an conversation and I told her a joke. And she was laughing. I love it when people laugh at my jokes. I mean, I wanna do stand up comedy so bad. I need people to think that I`m funny. And I know I am. ---smiley face---
Anyway, I felt like finally someone sees me. The next day she came up to me when I was about to get to th pharmacy and she asked me out on a date. I couldnt belive it at first. I have never been on a date before. I was kinda nerveaus. Why would a beautiful, young woman like she is go out with me?
Of course I said yes.
I was dreaming about this for so long. Maybe she could be my girlsfriend. This would be a dream come true. I already told her that I have some issues, because she asked me why I was going to the city and I didnt thought twice and told her I have to buy my anti psychotics. I know that this wasnt a good move but it seems like it didnt scare her away. Well, she doesnt know how bad it really is by now.
I really hope that this time she is real and I`m not having visions or daydreams again.
Sometimes its hard to tell.
Some days I even think the meds make it even worse. But at the same time I am afraid to go off my meds. I did it once and I did some bad shit. I even ended up in Arkham for a very long time. Which wasnt that bad really.
Sometimes I think I felt better when I was locked up.
Not being able to leave my room, being with my thoughts all day, drifting away in daydreams gives me comfort. Its like ignoring the cold, dark world outside. The world doesnt care about me anyway. So why should I? The sad thing is, I still do care. I thought about ending my own life so amny times. Almost every day. But I never really tried it. Its just a game I play with myself.
How long? How long until it is not a game anymore?
How long till I have the guts to do it?
Oh man, I`m drifting away again. I wanted to talk about the GIRL!!!
She`s gorgeous. Just gorgeous.
I wish I could kiss her. I`m 35 and I hadnt had my first kiss yet. Its TIME!
I tried it once with this girls from scool i was in love with but I got so nerveaus that I started to laugh at her face and she thought I was laughing at her. Yeah well... she ended up punching me in the face and I never tried it ever since.
But I dreamed about it a lot. How would it feel to have someones lips pressed against yours? Softly and intense. To taste someones tongue in your mouth, to just melt into each other.I would never stop. I feel like a kiss is a connection on a higher level and I really wanna experience it with someone.
I got some other fantasies,too.
They`re pretty dirty and I dont feel like I can talk about them right now.
So i`m gonna quit writing for today and hope that the girl isnt already sick of me.
You turned the page and took a look at Arthur. He was humming in his sleep. Looking peaceful. All the words in his diary overwhelmed you up to a point where you didnt know what to think anymore. You hoped he enjoyed his first kiss. You really hoped your kiss was worth the wait.
The next page was just black scribbles all over the pages. Little drawings of people and cats. A lot of cats.
The next page was written on again.
"Today I woke up and wanted to die. I don`t even know why. It was just a gut feeling. I was miserable andthe darkness was caving in on me. But then I thought about the girls I just met and that she really seemed to like me. So I decited not to kill myself. Not today."
You thought about putting the diary aside. This was a lil too much for you. You didnt knew he was in such a dark place mentally. You were kinda scared but  couldnt stop reading eighter.
"So...I remembered her kiss, my first kiss and this memory was so strong. I am sure it wasnt just imagined. This time I am sure it was real. It has to be. I wanted to distract myself from suicidal thoughts and started to touch myself while thinking of her. Maybe I should write her a love letter. Or bring her flowers. Or both. I think I`ll do both. Anyway, I touched myself while thinking about sleeping with her and I finally felt something again. I tried so many times but my meds wouldnt let me cum. It barely happens. Thinking about her kiss, her hands in my hair, on my thights, between my legs.... and her sweet voice on my ear helped me a lot. I felt passion and  love and  I came so hard, you wouldnt even wanna know. I hope Penny was asleep and didnt noticed anything. This would be embarrassing as hell. I surely made some noises.
I imagined that I took her hand and made her dance all through the living room to Frank Sinatra songs and we got closer and kissed. She told me how much she loved me and how much she wanted me. I held her face in my hands and kissed her so hard, all my make up smeared up on her beautiful face. I am always wearing clown make up in my sexual fantasies. It makes me more confident.  
She just grabbed me and took my clothes off, threw them all over the room, threw me on the bed and covered my body with kisses. I felt loved for the first time in my life and all I wanted was to be inside her. To wear her like a coat that keeps me warm. I imagined her being on top of me, whispering in my ear how much she wants me to fuck her.  And yeah I know in reality she would have dominated me for sure. But in my imagination I just got on top of her and made love to her till she was out of breath. I could almost feel her breath in my neck, feel her sweet, soft hands all over me. It was just so real.  I wish it was real.
Could it become real some day?
My body was reacting in a way I didnt even knew was possible before.
I want to expercience it again. With even more details.
I think i wil get back to bed and try it one more time.
And afterwards I will write her a letter. Or two.
I just wish she never leaves again."
Blank page
Another blank page.
You put the diary aside and got up on the couch.
You crawled up under his blanket and felt the warmth of his tiney, fragile body which you want to hold for the rest of your life.
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Hello !!! Can I have Arthur x reader? Reader has been so caught up in her work that they forget to eat. They get extremely lightheaded and stumble a little. Arthur steadies them and he is worried when he finds out they forgot to eat. While he is making food they faint and land (luckily) on the couch. When he's done, he comes back , at first he thinks that they're just laying down but he kinda freaks out when he realizes that reader is unconscious. ( I forget to eat sometimes) THANK YOU🥺💚
Thank you for so much for your request @theichabbieclub !!! :)
I wrote you this piece and I hope you`ll like it !!! :)
Coming home from work was one of the best parts of the day for you. Especially since you moved into Arthurs apartment with him. Apartment 8J was not just a place to live. It was home to you. You have only been here for a couple of months now, but it felt like there was no life before Arthur. Sometimes you forgot what life felt like before his arms around you, before the unconditional love he felt for you. All those years before him didnt made sense. But sometimes things just don`t make sense until they do. He was your reason to get up in the morning. The reason why you always had a song on your mind. Every song you listened to seemed to be about him. Every poem you read reminded you of the love you shared. Arthur was everything you wanted and more. Even the simple act of turning the keys and openening the doorlock to get back home to him felt special. Sometimes you got so caught up in work, it felt like working was stealing your time. Knowing  Arthur would be home, waiting for you to lie down on the couch and relax with him helped you to get through the day. You kept a polaroid photo of the first day you met in your purse and looked at it, everytime it got stressful at your working place. The photo was all shaky because Arthur was really shy to get his photo taken. He was convinced that his hair didnt looked good enough so he tried to steal the camera from you. He loved being childish and playful at times. That was when the picture was taken and you loved the pure and honest engery to it. It was so him. You stumbled through the door and threw the keys beside. A headache started to set in and made you feel a little weak in the knees. You were thankful that the building had an elevator. Climbing up some stairs would have been a chore on days like these. "Artie, I am home". Arthur was sitting on the couch, writing in his journal as an old tape of the Murray Franklin show was playing. He immediately stood up to welcome you in his arms. You loved his sloppy kisses upon yor forehead. It was something he did a lot when you came home and you thought it was an adorable thing to do. What an loving and caring boyfriend he was. Always so thankful to have you on his side. You rubbed your own dimples "You`ve been writing?" Arthur pointed at his journaly "Yeah, I was making some notes about Murrays behaviour and his timing. I can learn a lot from him. And I wrote two or threee jokes. I have to figure out the punshline of the last one though." You nodded. Your vision seemed to blurr a bit. "Y/N? are you okay? You seem like you don`t feel so good? " Now that you were home it seemed like all the stress from work was falling off you. But you felt so incredibly weak. It was the kind of tiredness that got to your bones. "I´m okay. Just a little....dizzy" you covered your face with your hand and closed your eyes, hoping the dizzyness would go away as soon as you´ll open them again. "Oh baby, I dont don`t think so. I`m kinda worried. Is there anything I can do ?" you felt his hands stroking up and down your arm, but you weren`t even sure if this was really happening right now. Everything became a blurr, even the sensation of being touched. "Arthur....I....I dont....know....I´m not sure" you walked up to the bathroom "I`ll be back in a minute. You stumbled over your feet and almost landed on the floor. Thank god Arthur was there to make you steady. Everything about your condition seemed familar to him. Being lightheaded, stumbling, feeling dizzy and weak. He was struggeling with this a lot when he wasnt eating due to his medication. He supported you to stand up straight. "Did anything happen to you today Y/N? ? I mean, something is causing your condition. Are you in pain or something?" his hand caressed your back in small circles, which felt so good. His hands always managed to make you feel better. No matter how stressed or drained you felt. His hands gave you hope and life. The gentlesses of his touch was the most wonderful comfort you could have ever imagined. "I`m not sure...it`s hard to concentrate right now...is all so blurry" you mumbled into his hair as you hugged him. All you needed was him right now. His arms around you. To be steady. He would be there if you were about to fall. Your anchor. Arthur pettet the back of your head "Ummm...honey, I now how it feels. I feel like that when I`m unable to eat because of my meds. You gotta rest a bit. " Now that Arthur mentioned this, it came to your mind. You `ve been so cought up in work that you totally forgot to eat! His arms still held you tight, so your knees wouldnt give in. Arthur could feel the weakness of your body through his embrace. Usually he was the one who must have been held and supported. You couldnt even remember how many times you had to pick him up from the floor. Now he was there for you. And thats how you knew that no matter what, you would always still have each other. No matter what kinda storm was closing in. You and Arthur would face it togeteher. Hand in hand. Arthur loosened the embrace to be able to face you "What? Oh no Y/N. Thaat doesnt sound good. I`m familar with that. It can make you weak up until a point where you get very lightheaded. I dont want this to happen to you. You gotta eat something! I´ll be in the kitchen and make you some food. I´ll be right back, okay?" You nodded thankfully. "Yeah. Thank you,darling". He stroke your cheek "Can you stand?" "Yes Arthur. I guess I feel a bit better now compared to when I just got through the door". "Thats good. I`ll hurry up to get you something. You can take my journal and check out the last three pages if you want. Let me know what you think of my lastes jokes". Arthur smiled the sweetest smile when he got to the kitchen. You saw him standing there, making some sandwiches while you picked up his diary. There was no wall between the kitchen and the  living room, so you were able to watch him making you food. You loved him so much. He had a worried look upon his face but he was humming. It was something that calmed him down when he was nervous. He cared so much about you. Arthur glanced at you. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was madly in love with you. You tried to read the latest stuff written in his diary but the letters became all blurry... Rubbing your eyes wouldnt help. It was impossible to concentrate on what has been written on the pages. You tried anyway "One clown says to another `Hey you know whats funnay?` ....." Your vision started to fade and you took a look around to the kitchen to check if Arthur is done making food, before everything blacked out. ... Arthur decorated the last sandwich with a little heart he cut out of a pickle. It was the little things. He loved to decorate your food to make it look a little bit more special and to make you feel loved. Cutting out little hearts of vegetables was one of his fave things to do. Showing you attention made him happy. He waited for someone who loved him back all his life and now that he finally had you, he wanted to make sure to make you feel loved every second you spent with each other. Sometimes you gave him so much love that he felt like it was hard to keep up with. He held all these feelings inside of him and tried his best to let them show. Some days it was a little harder for him to put them into words than others. So he was always thinking of a way to proof his love to you. "Y/N? Do you want tea, coffe or a hot chocloate?" he asked you, while he opened the cupboard. No answer "Baby?". Arthur looked over to the couch. It seemed like you fell asleep. For a moment he asked himself if it would be better to let you rest. But then again he really thought you should eat something. So he walked up to you and put the plate with the self made sandwhiches on the table. His hand caressed your cheek but you didnt felt it. " I`ve made you yor fave sandwiches. Wake up, my love." Arthur looked at you with concern "Y/N? " He realized that you lost your consciousness and -thank god- landed on the couch. "Oh no,no,no, Y/N....wake up, please". He touched your face with his shaking hand. Arthur. He felt overwhelmed by the situaton and started to sweat within seconds, running his hand through his hair.  "You gotta... wake up. Can you....can you hear me?" You looked like you had a fever dream but still no reaction. Arthurs eyes wandered to the phone. Should he call a doctor? He would, if you wouldnt wake up within the next two minutes.   He got up from the couch and walked up and down the room. What now? He never was in a sitiation like this before. Usually he was the one fainting or seeking help. He felt like he wasnt very good in what he was doing right now.  "Arthur. Think. Try to think for gods sake. She needs you now. Y/N needs you now. " he talked to himself, getting more nervous with every second that past. There was no time to waste. He had to wake you up now. He couldnt handle seeing you like this. The love of his life lying fainted on the couch. So powerless. He sat down beside you and kept talking to you, while his leg started to bounce. Something he had to deal with everytime he got nerveaous. And this time it was bad. He felt like his whole body was shaking from his bouncy leg. Arthur pressed his left hand against his  upper thigh. "Y/N....I`m right here. Can you hear me? Please answer me or give me a sign if you can hear me?! Otherwise I will call a doctor...please". Arthr felt a laugh crawling up his throath. Not now.  He coughed it away. Trying to keep it down. He felt his eyes watering. His heart was racing in his chest. Arthur flet close to a panic attack. He knew this. He felt it before. But never because of someone he loved as much as he loved you. This fear was worse. If anything every happened to you..... This was too much. But he had to stay calm for you. He was the only one who could help you right now. And he would. Arthur took your face between his hands "Baby?" You finally moved. A quiet mumble escaped your dry lips. Arthurs face lighted up. "Oh thank god" he whispered to himself. "Arthur?" "Yes Y/N....can you hear me now?" "Yeah....what....happened?" "You fainted and landed on the couch. I first thouht you fell alseep but you were unconciousness and couldnt hear me. Arthur would tell you that he was close to a panik attack. He wanted you to feel as save as possible. "Oh...Now I remember I was feeling dizzy when I got home.." your hand reached for his. "Right. You said you fotgot to eat. So I made you some sandwhiches and when I got bck from the kitchen thats how I found you. I got so worried...." "I`m so sorry I scared you, Artie. This happened to me before. Sometimes I just forget to eat and thats the result. I never wanted you to deal with this. Sorry, darling". He handed you the plate "Please eat something, okay? Your body needs it. No one knows that better than I do. Remember when I stopped eating for days because my meds made me feel sick everytime I took a bite? I couldnt even leave the bed anymore. Don`t do this to yourself. We need to stay strong for each other. And later I will try to eat something,too. Okay?" You nodded thankfully  and took a bite from the sandwhich "Mhh....self made?" "Of course! They will make you feel better soon" he smiled. "Ohhh Artthur. There is a little pickle heart! You`re always so thoughtful. Now that I know that you made it with so much love it tastes even better." Arthur placed the plate with the rest of the food in his lab and put his arm around you. "I`m glad to hear that Y/N." Arthur watched you eating and felt his muscles relax again. His leg was calm. Arthur took the last sandwhich in his hand and let you take a bite after another. "I´m feeling better now. Thank you so much, Arthur. For taking care of me." Your hand played with one of his brown curls. "Don`t thank me for that. Thats what im here for. Loving you. Taking care of you.  Just the way you do take care of me. And I know I am no easy patient to handle" . There was so much love in Arthurs eyes. "So what do you think of my new jokes?" " I wanted read them but I guess that was  the moment  I fainted". "Oh....I see. How about we cuddle up in bed after you finshed the sandwhich, I´ll make you a hot chocolate and read you my latest jokes? I guess you need some good laughs now?!"
You took the last bite of the sandwhich before you placed a soft kiss upon his lips "That sounds wonderful, Arthur. Your jokes are the best medicine anyway."
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