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[the-autumn-pixie]

Chapter Three:

You really should be leaving…

You should be heading back to the couch…

Just standing there staring at Cavendish is definitely weird.

Yet you find yourself somewhat frozen in place.

You don’t want to go back to the couch, the couch was just a miserable place to sleep.

It’s uncomfortable and lonely…

All at once you decide that you will absolutely not be going back to the couch.

You are getting in the bed.

Maybe you’re just desperate to get off the couch.

Maybe you’re desperate to be near Cavendish.

Maybe you’re just too damn tired to make sensible choices right now.

Whatever the reason might be, you find yourself climbing into bed with Cavendish without a second thought.

Cavendish is a heavy sleeper so you won’t wake him up by getting in the bed-

“Dakota?- What the hell are you doing?”

Alright- Maybe he’s not that heavy of a sleeper.

You need to do some quick thinking,

“I was just coming to ask what you wanted for breakfast,” You say, getting out of the bed and back on your feet as casually as possible.

“And why exactly were you in my bed?”

“I told you, I needed to ask what you wanted for breakfast,” You know repeating your illogical cover up doesn’t make it any more logical, but you don’t know what else to do.

Cavendish fixes you with a very intense stare and says, “I want pancakes.”

That hadn’t been what you thought he was going to say.

You guess Cavendish was just so tired that he didn’t even notice that what you were saying made absolutely no sense.

“Pancakes?” You repeat, because your brain has yet to fully catch up with the fact that Cavendish is not yelling at you.

“Yes. Pancakes,” Cavendish says very seriously, “Wake me when they’re ready,” And with that he rolls over to face the wall.

You quietly back out of the room.

There’s a good chance that Cavendish won’t even remember that you said you would make him breakfast, but you still decide to make good on your word.

You head into the kitchen, tie an apron around your waist, gather the ingredients you think you need for pancakes, and then you realize you have absolutely no idea how to make pancakes…

Ah well, you’ll probably figure it out.

How bad could this possibly go?

(So the way this works is at the end of the poll the precent of the vote each ingredient got will be how much of that ingredient will go into the pancakes.

It's just the Tumblr Cake- But now it's pancakes! And there is no vanilla extract.)

[the-autumn-pixie]

Bobbi Fabulous would absolutely love Mamma Mia! and you cannot tell me otherwise

I swear I can draw!

I did this in one second with my finger, it's not my fault!

[the-autumn-pixie]

I know it's a day late but I finished both fics!

Here's the cuddly one:

And here's the angsty one (which I did not edit at all yet):

[the-autumn-pixie]

Who wants more Love Händel fan fic?

I sure hope it's you!

Because I already have the first draft of a new story done!

And most of the first draft for the next story done!

I should have either one of them posted today or both of them posted tomorrow.

So get ready for more angst, anxiety, mental breakdowns at the breakfast table, and healthy dose hurt/comfort!

[the-autumn-pixie]

Chapter Two:

If you were willing to sacrifice your life literally hundreds of times for this man, why would giving up the bed faze you?

Sleeping on the couch was much easier in every way- especially because that didn't give you recurring nightmares-

Nightmares like the ones you had stuffed from all night.

As you slowly adjust to being conscious you unfortunately start to recall what you had dreamt about the previous night.

You'd had a dozen different nightmares, but all of them were on the same topic; Cavendish's death.

Just thinking about the dreams makes your heart rate pick up.

What starts as a brief thought quickly becomes an obsessive repetition- But Cavendish was okay.

He was safe.

He was safe-

Right?

It wouldn't be the first time Cavendish had died out of your sight- You need to check on him right that second.

You try to walk calmly, but you find yourself running instead.

You only stop once you reach Cavendish’s room.

Your hands are shaking so badly you struggle to get a hold of the doorknob, but you get the door open eventually.

Cavendish is lying in bed wrapped in a heavy blanket -he always did run cold- he looked peaceful- and he looked like he was breathing, but you still need to check his pulse to fully assure yourself that he really is okay.

You move slowly, pressing your fingers against his wrist as carefully as you can.

Before you can even feel his pulse the touch causes Cavendish to shift, he moves his arm out of your grasp, mumbling something unintelligible all without waking up.

You're so relieved you actually laugh, although you're careful to do so very quietly as not to wake Cavendish. This would be a little hard to explain.

You should really figure out what you're going to do next…

What now?

1. I don't wanna be here when Cav wakes up- he'd probably be upset and confused. I'm going back to the couch.

2. I know he's okay… But I can't leave him… I guess I'll just sleep under the bed- he'll never find me there.

3. The bed just looks so damn comfy! Especially compared to the stupid couch. I'm getting in the bed! Try and stop me!

4. I think I'll just stand here a little longer… I just want to make sure he's okay.

5. I still feel stressed about Cavendish’s well-being- Maybe I'll just wake him up.

6. I still feel stressed about Cavendish’s well-being- Maybe I'll just wake him up- by singing ‘We're going to the zoo!’

7. Cavendish is okay- I know that, but I don't feel like I can calm down- Am I breathing enough? I'm getting dizzy… I need to sit down.

8. That sure was a stressful couple of minutes- I need a snack!

9. Cavendish is okay… I know that… He's okay- I need to take his pulse again!

10. All that worrying woke me up completely. I'm not getting back to sleep. Guess it's time to see what's happening on Danbook.

11. I'm already up, might as well make breakfast.

[the-autumn-pixie]

DONE ✨

Yay!

I didn't actually wind up editing it as much as I should have but shhhh that's a secret

[the-autumn-pixie]

Everyone Get Ready!

It's a good day until the latest poll ends, but if all goes to plan I should finish editing a different fic and get it posted to my AO3 later today (I'll make another post when it's up)

It's not about Dakota or Cavendish sadly.

But it's about someone

Fabulous 😍

[the-autumn-pixie]

Chapter One:

(Alright, the votes are in!

Dakota will be the POV character.

Quick bit of information, this takes place a little before season one, you aren't in a relationship with Cavendish but you are in love.

Will this line up with the show at all?

Will you end up with Cavendish?

It's all up to you!

Now, my dear Dakotas, all that's left to do is get started!)

You wake up early in the morning.

The sun isn't up, but the sky is that light blue colour that means it will be soon.

It can't be later than five in the morning and you wonder briefly what woke you up-

Then you remember it was your turn to sleep on the couch and apparently you fell asleep on the remote, it had been poking into your side all night but apparently it took until now for the discomfort to be bad enough to wake you up.

You toss the remote onto the floor and fall back onto the couch with a sigh.

The bed is way more comfortable.

But you and Cavendish could only afford a place with one bed.

Failing to protect pistachios did not pay well.

So now you simply had to take turns sleeping in the bed.

It was inconvenient to say the least…

Especially because whenever Cavendish asked if he could have an extra night in the bed you can't help but say, ‘sure’.

You've been sleeping out on the couch for almost a full week.

But it's Cavendish, What're you gonna do?

Actually.

That's a good question:

What are you going to do?

1. I'm just going back to sleep.

2. I think I'm gonna get a snack and turn on some TV (next poll would decide what to watch)

3. You know what? I'm tired of sleeping on the couch, I'm getting into bed with Cavendish.

4. I don't wanna sleep on the couch, I'm gonna find somewhere else to sleep (next poll would decide where you sleep instead)

5. The remote wasn't the only thing that woke me up. I had another dream about Cavendish dying… I'm just gonna go make sure he's alive. You can take someone's pulse without waking them up, right?

6. I’m already up, maybe I'll start on breakfast for me and Cav. I don't care if it's five am.

7. I wanna go for a walk (next poll would decide destination)

8. I think I'll make a phone call (next poll would decide who you call)

9. I think I'll just look out the window.

10. I'm just gonna start singing ‘We're going to the zoo’ and see how long it takes to wake up Cavendish.

(Sorry for the weird set up with the poll! Some of the options wouldn't fit.)

[the-autumn-pixie]

Choose your own adventure fan fic!

I've had this idea to do a Milo Murphy's Law (specifically centered around my darlings Cavendish and Dakota) choose your own adventure story for a about a year.

But today is the day!

Basically, every week or so (I'll figure out the pacing as I go) I'll put up a poll to decide what the main character does next, every choice will probably get around five hundred words (once again, I'll get a better feel for that as we go) and it will all be part of one continuous story!

I will put the result of each poll in the next poll, but the story will also be uploaded to Ao3 as we go! (My account name there is Autumn_Pixie)

I've never done something like this before, so let's dive in!-

Wait, before we do that, you all have a choice to make.