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strniohoeee · 3 months

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Hidden In The Shadows Pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is awoken with fear and feels the shadows of anxiety constantly creeping up on her. Trying to find out more about this town some boundaries are crossed, and some weird things are done….keep reading to find out more📞

Warnings⚠️: Paranoid reader, weirdo locals, talks of cult and rituals andddd that’s about it???😏

Song for imagine: I Walk The Line: Joaquin Phoenix

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I keep my eyes wide open all the time

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds

Because you’re mine

I walk the line

Right

Left

Right

Left, no right….

Right again?

Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost?

It’s so fucking dark, just pay attention

One more left and then I should be

BANG

I jumped up immediately confused, I was blinded by the bright light of the sun and the loud bang of a shotgun?

I opened my eyes fully and felt so confused, I squinted as I looked in front of me

“Matt?” I asked shielding my eyes from the sun

“Don’t worry now darlin they’re coming for us” he said offering me his hand

It was only then that I finally realized my surroundings. I was deep in a corn field, not just deep; but at the core where they usually have the scarecrows. It was such an eerie sight!

Frantically I looked around at my surroundings, I was laying on the ground in my pajamas from the night before.

“What? How did I get here? I’m so confused” I said rubbing my head and looking around

“It’s okay sweetheart, listen sleepwalking is normal” Matt said looking down at me

“I don’t sleep walk” I stated shaking my head rapidly

“You’re in a new surrounding and your body just isn’t used to it, I think you tried to leave but you were still asleep” he said lending his hand out to me

“No you don’t understand, I don’t do that…. I mean how did you even find me?” I asked him after grabbing his hand to lift myself up

“Well you see I went to round up Bertha this mornin’ and I saw your front door open, cept’ you wasn’t round. I called out your name, but nothing. But then I noticed footprints in the dirt down yonder by your driveway. They lead to the cornfield and I yelled your name again, but still nuffin. I rounded up my boys and told them I was going in and I'd shoot off this shotgun once I found you. They’ll be coming in to help us out” he said looking at me with soft eyes

“God this is so weird…. Thank you! I appreciate it. I’m sorry for the trouble this morning” I said to him as I offered him a weak smile

“Nahh don’t worry about it I’m just glad I was able to find you before something happened” he said to me

“Is there something I should be worried about in this field?” I asked cocking my brows at him

“Oh no no it’s just wild animals that are brave and try huntin in the mornin” he said smiling at me

Shortly his friend came in to help us out of the field. They led the way while I was in the back. Matt looked back at me every couple seconds to make sure I was okay. A nice gesture but I still felt super uncomfortable.

“Right, left, right, left no right….right again? Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost” one of his friends whisper shouted

My head shot up and my eyes widened….that is exactly the last thing I remember hearing…. I immediately became uneasy and anxious

The other boys nudged him and whispered curses at him as they pushed him to walk faster.

“You come to pick corn every couple days and you can’t find your way out?” Matt asked him trying to ease the awkward silence and weird tension in the air

“No no! I’m good don’t worry bout it” he shouted back to Matt as he stomped on the ground, pushing through the field

Leading me out of the cornfield I thanked them as Matt walked me back to my house. Looking down as I walked my feet dirty with dried up mud. And my pajamas caked in dirt….I seemed a bit too dirty for someone who just happened to stroll into a corn field.

Walking me up to my door I turned to Matt and smiled at him, opening my mouth I began

“Listen I’m sorry for the trouble once again, and this isn’t something I normally do like ever; but just know this will never happen again” I said to him

“No worries! Just calm your nerves ain’t nothing wrong with this town to make you so jumpy instantly” he says laughing a bit

“Right….well I’m going to head in now. As you can see I’m a bit dirty” I say laughing

“Of course! I’ll see you round” he says before nodding his head and taking off

Stepping into the house I shut the door behind me almost instantly locking it. I stomped upstairs to the bathroom. I got the shower running as I removed my dirty clothes and looked at my body. I had a few scratches but nothing that seemed abnormal….. was I going insane? Was I now a sleep walker? Or was something darker going on already?

I shook it off and hopped in the shower. Once I was done and got dressed I decided to sit on my couch, chewing at my nails as my leg bounced up and down. This anxiety was clawing at me and I couldn’t stop it.

Pulling my phone out I opened my emails and saw I had a new email from my old professor

Dear Y/N,

I can’t believe you actually bit the bullet and went! This is awesome and I’m looking forward to hearing all about your experiences. I read those articles and it’s actually crazy! I did a few more google searches and even ended up on Reddit. Supposedly Thomas Sturniolo has family out in Pleasant Town. I wonder if they still use the same name and if you’ll ever run into them! And as far as the realtor guy he for sure sounds like a weirdo! Haha, who has that name anymore? But then again it is a small town in the south! Please keep me posted!

Sincerely, Professor Wayne

I sighed with relief at the email back from him, for a split second I felt like I had some normality in my life, and I decided to email him back

Dear Professor Wayne,

Thank you for getting back to me! I’ll for sure keep an eye out for any Sturniolos! I sure hope they don’t go by that same name anymore, but I’m still not sure. I’d have to go to the local library and search the database. Who even knows if they have a library here….sure doesn’t seem like it!

However something so weird happened to me last night. I think I was sleepwalking? I’ve never done that before, but I have no recollection of the night before. I must be an extreme deep sleeper! But how does one end up muddy in the middle of a cornfield and not wake up? Am I being paranoid, or am I right to be a little concerned? I mean this was only the first night…. I think I’m just scaring myself! Anyways, I hope to hear from you soon!

Sincerely, Y/N Y/L/N

Hitting send I sighed as I laid my phone down on the couch. Rubbing my hands through my hair as I shook my head. That uneasy feeling went away as soon as I realized how hungry I was.

Remembering I never got to go out last night I decided to hit the stores today. However I didn’t know where anything was and I was on edge, so I decided to see if Matt was available to take me to the stores.

Stepping outside I locked my front door, and to my surprise Matt was outside tuning something in his car. I looked both ways before crossing the dirt road

“Hey Matt” I said to the young man as his arm cranked rapidly while his tongue was in between his teeth, in a fit of concentration

“Oh hey darlin” he says quickly snapping out of it and looking at me

“I really don’t mean to bother, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to take me to your nearest market so I can get some food” I said to him smiling

“Oh sure thing, let me finish tightening this and we can take my truck” he says smiling at me

“Sure thing” I say backing up

Cranking the wrench again he gave a satisfied face once he realized the piece was fixed. Matt shut the hood…well more like slammed it before dusting his hands off. Using a handkerchief in his pocket to wipe them clean fully.

“My uhh, my passenger side door doesn’t work or else I’d be opening it for you on that side” he stated as he opened the driver side door and looked back at me

“Oh that’s alright I appreciate it” I said as I patted his arm and hopped into his truck

He hopped in after me and shut the door, starting the car up. His tongue stuck out between his lips as the ignition sputtered and then his engine roared to life

“Now that’s what I’m talkin bout” he said tapping the steering wheel

“Did you fix her up?” I asked him as I looked inside the car

“Oh I sure did! 1950 Chevy 3100 . Belonged to my great grandpa and it got handed down to me. I fixed her up nicely. New paint job, new interior and new parts” he said smiling while looking at me

“It’s really nice, to see a car this old running fantastically” I replied back to him

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t need much. My great grandpa got it as his retirement car but then he passed away and it was left to my pops who didn’t care for it, so he left it to me” he replied

“Wow, this is awesome though. I love old cards so much” I replied nodding my head at him

Nodding back we sat in silence, the breeze of the warm air and the sound of a faint country song playing in the background.

“Say you guys wouldn’t happen to have a library here would you?” I asked suddenly

“Oh we do! The smallest library in all of the United States” he said looking over at me

“Fuck yes, is it cool if I stop by there for a bit?” I asked him

“Sure thing darlin” he stated back

About 10 minutes later we were in their “city” which was probably the furthest thing from a city. Everything was right next to each other. Pulling into a parking spot we hopped out. Matt held onto my hand as he helped me hop out of his truck.

Offering a smile as I silently thanked him. Leading me over to the local market they had there. He had gone his way as I grabbed a cart and began to shop.

The buzzing of the old light fixtures and the ominous silence made me a bit queasy. Looking over my shoulders every couple of seconds.

As I was grabbing a couple of basic necessities as far as food I made my way over to the laundry detergent. Scanning what they add and silently choosing my options. I heard giggling to the left of me, so I turned my head, and to my surprise there was a group of kids no younger than 10 looking at me and laughing. Some of the kids even stared at me with wide eyes….almost like they knew me. I offered a polite smile and grabbed what I needed.

I headed down to the frozen section in the back of the store. Looking at the milk options I heard the whispered chatter again and the laughs. So I looked into the glass reflection and saw those same kids staring at me. Getting fed up I abruptly turned around

“It’s not nice to stare” I said to them bluntly

“Ye ain’t s’pose to be here” One taller boy said almost like he was growling at me? Like a dog?

“Says Who?” I asked him cocking a brow at him

“Ye just ain’t” he said again glaring at me with his cold eyes

“You don’t own the town” I said sucking my teeth at him

“Ohh my daddy’s gone’ be real upset when he sees you here” The boy said as his friends snickered with him

“You’re such a little shit” I mumbled under my breath as I turned around and rolled my eyes

“You better get out here before you stuck forever” One of his little friends said

I ignored him, but I couldn’t ignore the chill that ran up my spine at that statement. These people were such fucking weirdos and one more instance was going to be my sign to pack up and leave.

Too into my thoughts, my hand had gripped the handle to the door roughly as I fought with myself. Zoning out completely I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder

“You alright?” I heard from behind me

I jumped and gasped before looking over my shoulder, a calmness taking over once I saw it was Matt.

“Yeah…yeah sorry I guess I got distracted” I said shaking my head

“Too many milk options?” He asked laughing

“You could say that” I replied wiping sweat off my forehead

“I’ll wait for you outside you seem a bit on edge” he said to me before backing away

“Alright thanks” I said to him

I quickly grabbed my milk and the last bit of groceries I needed. Heading to checkout before meeting Matt outside.

“Oh darlin you should’ve yelled for some help, let me get that for you” he replied taking some bags from me

“It ain’t nothing, I appreciate it though” I stated smiling at him

Matt and I put the groceries back in the truck, and he showed me to the library.

“Whatcha here looking for?” He asked me as we strolled down the aisles

“Nothing in particular, maybe some history” I said smiling at him

“History?” He asked cocking a brow at me

“I love all things history” I replied back as my fingers danced along the cover of some books

“I hate to break it to you, but uhhh we ain’t got no history books” he said laughing

“And why is that?” I asked furrowing my brows

“About a year ago the whole history section was set on fire by some hooligans, damn near took out the whole back side of the library. Were just glad people was round to help stop the fire” he replied back

“How convenient” I said offering him a tight lip smile

“I mean they’re trying to get that back section up and running again but without the funds we can’t get it properly fixed nor get those books back” he stated shrugging his shoulders

“Man that sucks, but I guess romance books will suffice” I state to him

“Oh I hate that shit, I’ll be outside waiting for you” he said laughing

“Whatttt no Colleen Hoover? No Nicholas Sparks?” I asked him pretending to be offended

“Oh no that’s all you” he said laughing and throwing his hands up

I trotted over to the romance section as Matt left browsing the section before quickly looking for Matt. I saw that he crossed the street and headed into a bait and tackle shop.

Smiling to myself I trotted away from romance and walked around, looking for a worker. Once I found one I walked up to her

“I’m so sorry to bother, but I know this town is full of history and was an important asset to many people, where would I find records of all the important people from this town throughout history?” I asked the worker

“Oh yeah we have a format on our computers it should be open just scroll down to pleasant town history and it’ll show you everything you need” she replied back

“Thank you so much Faye! It was great meeting you” I said to her before walking away

Making sure Matt was still nowhere to be found I rushed over to a computer. I clicked Pleasant Town History. And it was dumbed down into categories. My eyes lit up once I found crop, animal and farm owners. Immediately clicking I scrolled through the names.

“Stacey….Stanley….Stuart……Stu…..Sturnham….” My eyes squinted once I saw the next name was actively crossed out with a black border over the name.

Counting through the alphabet I realized “I” was after “H”…… it only took a few seconds before my eyes widened. Sturniolo? It was gone….scratched from this list?

I went over to homeowners and Sturniolo was blocked out once again, I slowly went to car owners, Chevy 3100 truck….. Sturnham…. And then blocked out again?

The gears started to click and I immediately became anxious. There could be no possible way that….hes Matts great grandfather? Right??

I figured there’s no way Matt could be related to someone like that. I mean yes he was a weirdo, but nothing like that…..

I exited out of everything and quickly walked to the exit. Swinging the door open I slammed into someone.

“Woah little lady where you headed” I heard Matt say laughing

“Sorry, didn’t see you there” I said frantically

“Oh no worries….found what you were looking for?” He asked raising an eyebrow

“What?” I asked as I swallowed thickly

“A romance book? Did you find one you were interested in?” He asked a bit puzzled

“Oh no uhhh none that peaked my interest” I stated smiling at him

“Well it’s almost lunch time, so I’m planning on heading back home” he said to me

“Yes, lunch! Very important, let's go!” I said nervously as I walked to his car

Matt peered at me with a bent neck and furrowed brows, but I just smiled at him as he followed me back to his truck.

Hopping in we headed back home, and to my surprise Matt helped me bring the grocery bags in.

“Here uhh let me make you lunch to say thanks” I said to Matt as I grabbed the loaf of bread from his hands

“Oh no sweetheart, don’t worry bout it” he said smiling

“No please! It’s the least I could do” I said to him nodding my head

“Well alright” he replied giving in

“How’s peanut butter and jelly with some milk?” I asked him

“Sounds mighty fine” he replied back nodding his head

I made our sandwiches and poured us some milk as we sat across from one another. Slowly eating as we occasionally exchanged glances.

“So uh..” I started

“Great sandwich” Matt said smacking his lips to get the peanut butter down

“Oh thank you” I replied giggling as I took a sip of my milk

“You seemed a bit on edge earlier, is everything alright?” He asked me as he took a sip as well

“Oh yeah, just some kids saying weird things to me. Makes me feel unsafe” I said to him

“What did they say?” He asked sitting up in his chair

“That I don’t belong here and I should leave before something happens?” I said rubbing my forehead

“Little bastards….listen don’t pay attention to a word they say. Those little assholes have nothing better to do than pick on people” he replied shaking his head

“Yeah I figured, but with the weird morning I was having I just freaked myself out” I said to him

“Understandable, but don’t worry you’re safe here” he replied offering me a warm smile

“I uhh… i have a question” I said to him

“Spill the beans then” he said ushering me to talk

“You see I did some research today in the library” I said to him

“Ahhh so no romance books” he said laughing

“No, but there seems to be something weird with the information on this town” I said to him

“You were looking up this town because?” He asked chewing a bit slower

“Well I want to learn more about where I’m living” I said in a duh tone

“Okay…” he replied a bit annoyed

“Who’s the Sturniolos and why is that name scratched out of almost all the public records?” I asked him

Immediately I regretted my decision. Something switched in the boy and his eyes grew cold as his nostrils flared. He slid his tongue along the front of his teeth. Inhaling sharply he slammed his hand down on the table

I gasped and jumped at this, my eyes popping out of my head.

“You don’t mention that name, you don’t read about that name and you sure as hell don’t think about that FUCKING NAME” he said yelling the last part

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I swear” I said starting to frantically panic

“That name has destroyed everything good in this town. We don’t claim that man or his bloodline. He’s done unimaginable and unforgivable things” Matt said pursing his lips together and grinding his teeth

“Please forgive me Matt. I meant no harm at all just wanting to know some history. I swear I meant nothing by it” I replied throwing my hands up

“It’s alright, I’m sorry sweetheart for scaring you. I just haven’t gotten over what that evil man did” he replied calming down

“No it’s my fault” I said to him

“It’s not your fault” he replied finishing his milk

“I’m truly sorry” I stated once again

“I’ll meet you tonight at 7pm, I’ll take you to dinner and I’ll explain a little more about that man” he said to me nodding his head

“Oh alright” I said to him nodding my head

With that he put his dishes in the sink and stomped out the house. The rattle of the front door sent a shiver down my spine.

Later that evening I had gotten ready, stepping out my front door and locking it. I turned around to see Matt already waiting by his car for me

Hopping in we headed back into that same area from earlier. Taking me into one of the restaurants we sat for dinner. Using this as my advantage to squeeze some more information out of matt.

“This place is really nice” I said to him obviously lying through my teeth

“Bet it’s nothing like Vegas” he said pushing my chair in for me

“Well not much can beat Vegas, but for a small town this is a nice place” I replied to him

“This is my favorite spot even since I was a kid” he said looking over at me

“Have you always lived here?” I asked him

“My whole life” he said back

“Wow… and you’ve never been anywhere else?” I asked him

“No never, mama says there ain’t much for me to see out there anyway” he said

“With all due respect to your mother…. I disagree. There’s a whole world out there you have yet to see” I said to him

Cracking a smile at me he nodded, his eyes glazing over and shimmering with a saddened look….. one that screams I’m trapped and will never be able to leave

The dinner went well and I learned a lot about his childhood, but nothing about the town. However, that was until we walked the town a bit.

“So about earlier, I just want to say that man was an evil man. He lied, manipulated, stole and killed all for his personal benefit.” Matt said to me

“Did your family have personal ties to him?” I asked him as we walked

“Sort of. He had a farm and he watched my ancestors' animals ... .except instead he killed them. Believing in some weird ritual. Saying how these cult rituals would bring the town fortune” he said shaking his head

“And I’m guessing that was false” I scoffed a bit

“Oh very wrong…. And he was arrested, my ancestors had no animals and because they had no animals they couldn’t make money nor survive really. They spent a lot of time moving around Oklahoma before they could eventually come back here” he replied shrugging his shoulders

“Holy shit…that’s awful” I said exhaling

“It is but hey there’s not much else to do other than move on” he said to me

“Well I appreciate you taking the time to explain this to me…. And I’m sorry for bringing it up randomly earlier…it was wrong” I said to him

“It’s alright darlin” he said smiling and bumping my shoulder with his own

We walked around a bit more before heading back to our houses a little after 9pm. We enjoyed the breezy and quiet drive home.

Parking his car by his house he walked me over to my own house.

“Oh thank you Matt you didnt have walk me over” I stated smiling at him

“I would never leave a pretty lady to walk home alone at night” he said smiling at me

Looking down and blushing slightly I shook my head

“I enjoyed today a lot, thank you very much” I said to him

“You’re welcome sugar” he said back

“I’m going to head in for the night and get some shut eye. I’m super tired” I said yawning

“Me too! We’ll have a good night Y/N” he said to me

“Goodnight Matt” I replied back

Smiling at him I pulled him in for a friendly hug, and to my surprise he actually hugged back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” I stated pulling away

“Goodnight” he said smiling at me and waving bye

I shut the door and locked it, making my way up to my room and preparing for bed.

Matts POV

Watching the young woman shut the door his smile dropped, and guilt and shame immediately filled his heart and mind. So taken aback by the hug and how nice Y/N was to him today he didn’t know how to feel.

Walking down the steps of her porch, he trotted over to his own house. Slipping in quietly and locking the door behind him. Silently slithering into his room he shut and locked the door.

Putting his pajamas on he laid on his bed as the moonlight lightly casted in through his windows. His mind wandered as he remembered what took place almost 19 hours prior….

Flashback

“Will you shut the fuck up and pick the lock faster” I yelled at my friend

“Well Matt I’m tryin but it’s dark out here” Bo said back to me in anger

“Just hurry” I said through gritted teeth

Within 30 seconds we heard the click and sighed in relief. Quietly ushering into Y/N’s house, we shut the door behind ourselves.

“Nate you pass me the chloroform and Bo and I will bring her downstairs” I said to my other friend

“Sure thing” he said nodding his head

Walking up the stairs we turned to the left and walked to the door that was closed. To our surprise it was her bedroom.

We walked in and I walked up to Y/N

“Y/N! Wake up” I said to her as I shook her

Jumping up out of her sleep she seemed confused and scared, but snapping my fingers I signaled to Nate. Instantly he handed me the chloroform and a rag, dozing the rag in the chemical I held it over her nose. Immediately she fell limp into my arms.

Nate took the supplies out of my hands and Bo came over to help me. Pulling her from under her arms we dragged her down the stairs.

“Leave the front door open so it seems like she left on her own” I said to Nate

“Got it” he replied eagerly

Rushing out the house we dragged her through the gravel and when we got to the dirt road Bo and I stood her up. Leaving footprints from the end of her driveway to the start of the cornfield.

“What about our footprints?” Bo asked me as we approached the corn field

“We’ll worry about that later come on” I said to him

Dragging Y/N into the center of the corn field we laid her down. Arms spread out and ankles touching.

“Are you sure you know how to do a sacrifice?” Nate asked me

“I learned from my grandfather and my dad I know what I’m doing” I replied back to him

“I don’t know this seems like too much” Nate said to me

“You’re getting cold feet now? After all this! You told me you were ready” I stated getting angry at him

“I know, but this seems all too much” Nate stated

“You don’t think I feel the same way? I said squinting at him in anger

“Man I think we should wait” Nate said

“You’re such a pussy” Bo said laughing at the boy

“I’m not ready” Nate said to us

“FINE! FINE! We’ll figure this out for another day” I said standing up

“Because of this chicken shit?” Bo said standing up

“I need everyone to be on board, so if one’s out then we’re all out” I said shaking my head

“Come on man” Bo said shaking his head

“Let’s go! help me get her up, we gotta get her back to her house” I said shaking my head

It started to drizzle as we lifted Y/N up. Holding her by her arms as we dragged her through the field.

“Right, Left ,Right, Left, no right….Right again? Then a left? Fuck I think I’m lost?” Bo said as we trotted through the cornfield

The rain became heavier which made it harder for us to see, and slippery. Our boots got stuck in the wet dirt.

“Fuck it’s dark! I need to pay attention” He said loudly as he wiped the water from his eyes

“Where am I? What’s going on?” Y/N started to say in a drunken groggy state

“Fuck….we gotta go” I said looking at Bo

“Matt? Is that you? What’s going on?” She asked as she tried to stand up

“Shhhh” I said to her

“I’m really scared, what's going on?” She asked starting to cry

“Chloroform now” I said to Nate

Nate quickly wet the rag again in Chloroform and shoved it in Y/N’s face. Choked whines of agony escaped her lips before she fell limp again.

“Bring her back to the center” I yelled over the rain

“What! Are you crazy?” Bo yelled at me

“We have to bring her back, this is all messy! I’ll tell her a good story in the morning. She’ll believe me. Come on” I said frantically

Dragging her back through the mud her pants and feet were completely caked in mud. Shaking my head we laid her on her back again.

She was knocked out cold, but I really hoped she stood that way till I came to “rescue” her in the morning.

The three of us ran back out of the corn field eventually. Not having to worry about our footprints because they would match up with my story of us going on the lookout for her!

Flashback over

Matt was disgusted with what he had done. He was no better than the sick men that once ruled this town. He tried to push the feelings deep down but they kept bubbling to the surface.

Forcing his eyes shut and trying to fall asleep. Praying he could somehow find a way to make this all better….

But for now he was hidden in the shadows of his mind and the only escape was….

You.

The End

This will most def have another part LOLLL, I’m sorry this took me forever to get out, but I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did🤭🖤. I wonder how I’m going to play out the next part. But let me know, did I throw you for a loop with this one???? Anywho we’re almost at 2,100 followers which is absolutely bonkers 🤯. I love yall sooo much 🥹🖤🖤

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builder051 · 1 year

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Alphabet Soup— all new q’s!

Send me a letter and I’ll give my opinion on the topic. :)

A is for aloe vera.

B is for beehives.

C is for croutons.

D is for Deadmau5.

E is for elevators.

F is for flunking.

G is for gobbling.

H is for hitmen.

I is for islands.

J is for Joaquin Phoenix.

K is for Kellog’s.

L is for lamentations.

M is for mistakes.

N is for non-participation.

O is for overdose.

P is for penguins.

Q is for quality.

S is for seahorses.

T is for tug boats.

U is for untying.

V is for vaping.

W is for whatever.

X is for x-ray.

Y is for yodeling.

Z is for zebras.

#ask game #ask meme #starbucks sunday #sort of #I’m coming back folks!#but still very easily overwhelmed and unable to stick to schedules #sorry about that #play anyway?

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jokerownsmysoul · 4 years

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red color soul

Summary: Arthur can’t find his blazer, once he finds out that you’re wearing it while you’re sleeping he realizes that his blazer symbolizes for both of you much more than you may think.

Content: soft, lil angst

Warnings: heavy thoughts

Word count: 2300

ask: one night, Arthur can't find his Joker red jacket. He's searching in the whole apartment and starts feeling grumpy because he has to go for buisness. He try to stay quiet when he come to the bedroom to continue his research, and then, he find it. Reader is sleeping in the bed, wearing his jacket

A/N: I got inspired by this ask, it turned out to be less fluff than expected, as usual lmao angst owns me

Tag list: @arthurflecksgirl

A/N: english is not my first language so I apologize for any typos, I’m still learning.

this pic makes me feel things

Arthur couldn’t figure out how long it had been since he started looking for his red blazer, the only thing he knew was that it was late, very late, and his nightly business that night weren’t made to wait. He struggled walking around the apartment with a quick and nervous pace, little shine of sweat beaded his forehead which he kept frowned in a grumpy expression. The more he looked for his blazer, the more impossible it was to find it and the darker his mood became. He checked again in the living room for the third time and his gaze froze when he looked what time it was, again. By now he had checked everywhere and he wondered how a blazer could disappear in an apartment as small as yours. He was sure to have left it hanging it on a hanger in the living room that morning. The hanger was in the living room as he thought, but it was empty and there was no trace of his blazer.

All of a sudden it was as if someone had blown a thought into his mind just as you blow a kiss to his lips from afar when he realized that he had not yet checked in the bedroom. He opened the door, careful not to make it creak as he walked into the bedroom slowly, knowing you’d been asleep for a long time and he didn’t want to wake you. With delicate and almost imperceptible steps did he wandered around the room in search of his blazer, as much as it was possible to look for a blazer in the dense darkness of the night and with the light off.

As soon as his eyes began to get used to the darkness he continued the research as thoroughly and robustly as possible. He checked the closet, his nightstand, and literally every point of the room, panting here and there and suffocating his frustrated puff down his throat to make as little noises as possible and keep you from waking up.

He’d given up hope by now when he sat in the chair turned on you, right next to your nightstand. He put his hand on his hair nervously, making his locks bouncing on his shoulders gracefully but reflecting all the tension he was feeling at the time as he looked at an undefined point in the floor, revisiting in his mind the actions he had carried out, recreating the events of that nights and trying to figure out where he had put his blazer.

It was not a matter of blazer per se. His frustration wasn’t born from owning one blazer over another, but from what the blazer represented for him. Arthur used his red suit to protect himself from the world as if it were the armor of a knight going into battle. He used his suit to dress his pain of elegance, thinking that perhaps, just perhaps, a red blazer and a waistcoat would make his pain more elegant and beautiful to look at. He wanted to make his pain and himself beautiful because people, perhaps, in this way would drawn their attention to his pain, and maybe he would finally be seen. Arthur used his red suit as a shield necessary to face the world and was afraid that that night the world would suck him up and he wouldn’t be able to face him if he didn’t find his blazer, that damn blazer.

What would people think if they saw him without it? Would they have recognized in him The Joker with the red suit on which the citizens of Gotham had built false news and anecdotes, and an identity based on a terror and a fear that Arthur had never wanted to be related to his person and that never belonged to him? They would have pretended to respect him or, without his red blazer, they would no longer recognize in him the red personality that had been affixed to him without his consent? They would have resuming to see him only as Arthur, the unseen, the unloved, the unconsidered Arthur, who had always been and still was? He had never been seen, not even as The Joker. Actually, he had never been as unseen as he was since The Joker came out. People didn’t see him but a spooky identity built by their own hands.

Arthur felt his mind burning in a fire as it intertwined his thoughts. The only thought he could recognize was his need of you. Even when your mind wasn’t alert and you were sleeping you could still comfort him even only with your breath reminding him that you existed, and soon after, when even the last hope of using his memories to figure out where his blazer was had vanished, did he dragged towards you to watch you sleep and seeking comfort in your figure. Not even his most overwhelming state of soul would have been enough to keep him away from you and wrapped in the depths of his exhausted mind.

He stretched his arm out towards you to stroke your hair gently, savoring the softness of your hair scattered on the pillow against his slightly sweaty palm which still reflected the mark of his previous gloominess. He followed the curve of your body up to your shoulders when he froze as soon as he felt a familiar sensation against his palm and his fingers touched a fabric he knew well.

He leaned forward towards you to look closer and better at your figure wrapped in the dark as if it were a blanket and helped by the moonlight that created a white patina on the edges of your figure he noticed you were wearing nothing less than his blazer.

It felt like as if someone had absorbed with a sponge his heavy thoughts that he had just before, which seemed to have disappeared at the very moment when Arthur couldn’t hold a giggle at the thought that in all those hours he spent searching for his blazer it had always been there, under his eyes and worn by the most important person in his life, and as he well remembered he had never taken it off the hanger in the living room. He was surprised, in fact, as he thought that he should have searched the bedroom from the beginning.

He breathed a sigh of relief glad that he had finally stopped his nightly searches throughout the whole apartment and an ironic groan flashed into the slit of his parted lips as he realized that all those thoughts that had held his mind in a fist had been futile.

All of a sudden the rush to go out that he had until a second before seemed to have vanished into thin air. The sight of your sleepy and relaxed face as you wore his blazer was enough to erase from his soul any trace of frustration that he had just before, as it were erased the business that awaited him there very soon. He wasn’t even tired anymore. The only emotion he was composed of and felt at that moment was the most powerful feeling that he could ever live in his life, the love for you.

The love you shared was such an intense feeling that it not only bound your hearts, but every component concerning you and on which the footprints of your souls were carved, like an ancient vase on which letters have been engraved and welded which symbolize all that the vase is and represents.

Even his fears, along with the frustration felt just before, had vanished. Going out without the red blazer for that night would not have been that bad, after all, not if it was worn by you and would have kept you company in your dreams while he was away.

Arthur didn’t like to be distinguished from the others and keep unchanged the red identity that other people had built over time in his place and that by now everyone knew. But ironically, it was only with the Joker’s bright clothes that he could blend into the world without feeling naked and vulnerable. Therefore he loved to wear the only armor he found comfort from, but more than anything else he loved you, even more than the identity that weighed on him, even more than the strength his suit gave him, more than anything.

And he loved to be loved by you, who loved him so much that you literally took every opportunity to feel him as close as possible to your body as it was to your heart. And you really did loved his red blazer as you loved to surround yourself with red color which reminded you that the love of your life lived right next to you, and that your lives were been able to weave, intertwining one another like two threads forming a knot that cannot be broken. You loved his red blazer and you would find comfort in it in many other days and nights when you knew Arthur had buisness and you needed to feel him as close to you as possible in every way you could ever find.

All that time he was sitting in the chair next to your nightstand, taking you all in. He was sure that that night, by going out without his jacket, he would still find within him the same courage that his red jacket gave him, because it was the same courage that, originally and more than anything else, you had always given him every day in the first place.

A sleepy sob came out of your lips when Arthur got up from the chair, who stood still in front of you realizing you were awake. You were so connected that even as you slept you interacted with each other through long communication between the dream world and the waking world, that’s why your body had perceived he was moving away from you. You raised your head, your look disoriented by your sleep and your ruffled hair, your lips curled in a sweet pout which made him smile. “Are you leaving?” You asked, Arthur couldn’t ignore the vague sadness that reigned in your voice. “I'll be back soon, sweetheart. Promise.” Joker’s silhouette was outlined as a black shadow a few centimeters from you, but you could distinguish through your eyes totally accustomed to the dark and through the moonlight which enlightened his body that he was wearing his classic green shirt and his unmistakable yellow waistcoat, but not his blazer.

It was at that moment by looking at his dressed figure that your mind, still wrapped in the dream you were having, regained consciousness, waking up as if until now you were still dreaming, and reminding you that his blazer was on you. “You’re forgetting your blazer, honey. I’m wearing it.” You lowered the volume of your still hoarse sleep voice by uttering the last words with a feigned childish attitude, confessing that you had worn it without him knowing it as a baby who was caught in the act and admits their faults, but still they don’t regret it at all.

You started to shake your arms and wriggle under the blanket to take off his blazer and give it back to him, but Arthur made an amused laugh as he lowered his back and placed his hands on your shoulders to relax your movements and prevent you from taking it off. “I know. Keep it.” He brought his head closer to yours to lay small and soft kisses on your forehead, one after the other and thoughtfully as a distant farewell. Every time he left the apartment those rooms were infused with melancholy, you would have preferred not to spend far apart even half of your short breaths. “I’ll be the one who dresses you very soon.”

You smiled sweetly purring inside his blazer that still smelled of him, its scent was blended with the one coming from his own body. He was the only thing you could smell and the only smell you needed to actually breathe as a human being. He laid a kiss on your lips before he moved towards the door, but you drew his attention as he was opening it and before he could leave the room. “Are you sure you don’t need it? I know how significant your blazer is to you.”

Arthur turned to you, his hand still on the wood of the door and a heartfelt smile on his face. “You need it more than me, Y/N.” He said gradually, letting those words dance in the mystery of a room darkened by night, as he turned slowly enough to notice the grateful smile on your moonlit face and fast enough for you to see his figure mingle with the darkness of the living room and see him disappear. You couldn’t wait to be dressed with his body just like his blazer was doing in that moment.

To Arthur they had never been just clothes like had never been just clothes for you. To him they symbolized the strength and worth that he had always sought and that he wanted to be able to find even with his ordinary clothes, the clothes of Arthur. To you, instead, they were the incarnation of his soul and never, never, would you have wanted to feel his soul away from yours, especially when you weren’t physically close.

It’s curious how a simple red fabric can mean so much and how it can represent two different identities, the Joker feared by Gotham and the man everlastingly loved by you, and how a simple blazer can bring relief and love just by feeling the fabric in touch with your skin.

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joaquinfeed · 2 years

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Taking Arthur to the Drive-In For the First Time Might Include…

Him not caring what movies you see, just so long as you’re together.

Getting there extra early because he’s afraid you both will miss a part of the “experience” if you’re late.

Buying one of every snack because he can’t choose, and you not being able to say no because you love him.

Him trying each snack once before the movie even starts because he “just can’t wait.”

Slight bounces in his seat as the drive-in screen lights up and the movie starts to play.

Movie or cuddles? Movie or cuddles? He doesn’t know which to focus on.

“Did you see that, y/n?” And a million other questions because he’s just so happy to be there, and he wants to make sure you’re paying attention too.

His head making its way into your shoulder, and your hand ending up in his hair.

That not lasting long because he’s back to leaning forward in his seat to catch every last bit of the movie.

Him deciding to lace your fingers together instead since he can’t help but have contact with you.

Joking throughout parts of the movie to make the other person laugh.

Arthur blushing when a character on screen kisses the other, and he can feel your eyes watching him.

You gesturing Arthur closer and telling him you’d like to recreate the scene with him later.

Arthur blushing again.

A scene triggering a laugh attack, and you holding him close as he calms down.

Him kissing you because he’s just so thankful that you’re still with him.

“I think I bought too many snacks.”

Him falling asleep on the way home, and you trying to drag gently guide him out of the car and into his apartment building safely.

Him murmuring that he loves you as he pulls you into his arms once you reach his bedroom.

You asking if he had fun at the drive-in the next morning, and him nodding and shyly asking if you both could go again soon.

This was a really random post that I just threw together in 5 minutes. It wasn’t supposed to be groundbreaking writing; I was just putting some of my cutesy thoughts down. Plus, I was procrastinating on doing work that needs to be done soon. I will be finishing up and releasing some of the requests you have been sending in soon. I have spring break the week after next from uni, and I’ll be posting then! ❤️ I hope you all are having a good weekend. Pray for Ukraine.

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ajokeformur-ray · 2 years

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To spend a life with you // Arthur Fleck x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used).

Summary: You and Arthur both lead busy and chaotic lives and it's exhausting. But you work hard to make it work between the two of you, pouring over your schedules like they're ancient tomes to find pieces where you two can meet. It's not easy, nothing worth doing ever is, but it's made more bearable knowing that Arthur will be there; whether in a minute from now or an hour, he will be there.

A/N: Dedicated wholeheartedly and with much love to both @iartsometimes and @jokerownsmysoul. I've gone through several months of a dry spell for Arthur and it got so bad in terms of a lack of motivation that I've written, saved and then deleted multiple "I'm done" posts while I contemplated quitting writing for Arthur. But my conversations (sadly few and far between right now; miss you ladies and everyone else lots!🥺) with Fla and Tanya have helped to kickstart my inspiration and tbh my own physical exhaustion with my new lifestyle has made me feel even closer to Arthur; so much of my routine makes me think of him being with me as I go through it all and so this piece was born.🥺 I hope you both enjoy and thank you so much once again for helping me; I kept my wanting to quit on the down low and sought out help from the both of you without saying specifics, so you both helped more than you know!!😍💗🙏

Word count: 3, 215.

Your alarm, shrill and obnoxious, shattered the tranquility of your shared bedroom in the very early morning. You groaned and turned your face into your warm pillow, away from the penetrating noise and back into sleep. Several emotions were so prevalent as you heard your voice for the first time this day as if from the ears of another that it made you want to cry. Frustration; genuine exhaustion, for it felt as though you had only just crawled into bed; weariness which you felt within your very bones; despair...

...On and on it went, and all the while, you just wanted to sleep.

But the world had other ideas for you, worse ideas, just as it always had and undoubtedly it always would.

Such was life.

You groaned again and burrowed into the warmth right in front of you, a solid wall which snaked its thin but deceptively strong arms around you and tugged you impossibly closer, the cool tip of its nose nuzzling into the junction between your neck and shoulder, its warm and dry lips pressing lazily at the skin exposed to the cool Gotham air. The apartment was very poorly insulated and the water-damaged walls were thin, so always was it cold, even with the heating on high (a rare occurrence, so high was the cost of living and never did the hourly wage increase).

Your alarm continued to blare and the wall rumbled with a throaty groan as an arm moved from out beneath you and smacked blindly at the alarm until the fucking thing was silent, and tranquility once again descended, you could feel yourself falling asleep again, you were going to -

You were shaken gently by the wall and you blearily opened your eyes to see Arthur's beautiful visage right before you. Your breath caught in your throat to see those gorgeous eyelashes framing the emeralds you knew and loved so well, those romantic dark curls which framed his forehead like curtains, those lips which most usually addressed you with nothing but reverence... oh, but you loved him.

"No, honey, you can't fall back asleep. You have to get to work." You groaned and turned away from Arthur, which made him giggle. The sound was high-pitched and punctuated with small hiccups, which melted your heart. He, too, was absolutely exhausted, but just like you, he had no choice. "I know," He murmured. With anyone else, you would have almost certainly taken his words as nothing more than empty platitudes, but with Arthur, with Arthur, you knew that it was so much more than that. He meant every word he said to you, especially in this context, "But it's just one day. We can do it." He patted your shoulder lovingly, firmly in a final gesture to not fall back asleep, and pointedly rolled out of bed with a very real groan of weariness.

The sound of Arthur's truest depth of exhaustion seemed to only highlight your own to you all the more and the need to cry increased, but you swallowed hard against it, anxious eyes flicking to the alarm clock on Arthur's bedside table; the side closest to the door so that he could protect you if a perceived threat got into the apartment. Anxiety and dread was settling in above your head much like the dark clouds already looming over the equally dark and dreary horizon of Gotham. Everything was grey; the sky, the concrete, the buildings, and even the cars seemed dull in colour. You were so tired within yourself that you felt like you were already asleep, despite the fact that you were following Arthur's lead and crawling out of bed... the one and only place you most wanted to be in today.

"It's always 'just one day'," Your grumble made Arthur smile, though it wasn't a happy gesture. Oh, help you, but you almost pouted; you were just so tired and you wanted nothing more than to sleep but you couldn't. You couldn't and you hated it; you knew that Arthur did as well and somehow did that only make you more frustrated. You could handle feeling this way, but seeing Arthur experience it too made your blood turn to lava. You huffed at Arthur's weary, knowing smile and one shouldered shrug; it was a gesture of understanding, of sympathy, and you recognised parts of yourself within Arthur. Both of you were in the very same boat and that fact weighed you down just as much as it encouraged you to get ready for work. It was so similar to how Arthur made you feel; he could make you cry in the same moment that he could make you laugh, so multifaceted was he and so interconnected were the two of you.

It had always seemed to be that there was a string which connected your emotions; when Arthur was sad, so were you, when he was happy, so were you, and the same was equally true in the reverse. Indeed, as you and Arthur danced around one another in the small, cramped but well loved apartment to get ready for the undoubtedly stressful day ahead of the both of you, it seemed as though there was a string between your bodies, too, for rarely did you have to verbally communicate your intentions to move throughout the space of your home; you both just knew what the other was after and where they were going and it aided the both of you in getting ready for the day.

Far too quickly were the both of you out of your safe haven from the cruel city. Arthur ushered you out through the front door, large chips of paint flaking off and landing on the neglected and stained carpeted floor as he did so, and he raised his eyebrows at you in a here we go gesture as he locked the door, tried the handle, unlocked it, re-locked it, tried the handle, and nodded to himself in satisfaction. He was good to go physically and so were you, but mentally? Oh, neither of you had left the bed. You were right beside each other the entire day with no responsibilities, duties, anything to tend to, it was just the two of you. Alas reality was harsher, unkinder, but Arthur's hand held yours tightly as together you walked to the bus stop which would take the both of you to work.

There was a comfortable silence between you, both of you well aware of your own and the others' exhaustion, and periodically would Arthur look over at you, his green eyes gazing at you in concern, his dark curls bouncing gently across the tops of his yellow clad shoulders as he did so. His hand would squeeze yours and, help you, but even in your soul deep exhaustion, you couldn't fight your smile, and you squeezed his hand back just a little harder.

I love you.

I love you too.

Your bus arrived ten minutes before Arthur's, as it did every morning, but you didn't let go of his hand until the very last moment; there were no whispers of love. The cold, rainy bus station full of other people wasn't the place for such sentiment; Arthur only bid you goodbye with a tight lipped smile, his fingers sliding out of yours slowly, slowly, and then all at once. It was the way you fell asleep, though a key difference was that reality was even better than your dreams when you were with Arthur. He was everything you had never known you needed until you did, and you were certain that Arthur felt the very same way about you. You allowed yourself to shed a few tears on the way to work, missing Arthur even before the bus turned the corner out of sight. It's all right, Y/N, Arthur will be waiting for you at home. Just one day. And then Arthur. Was the day's mantra, though as the hours crept by, all that remained of the almost prayer, so much strength did you derive from your love, was Arthur's name. You held onto it and everything that he meant to you with such fierceness that the cool ghost of Arthur's fingers threaded through yours kept you company throughout your work day.

It only made you miss and love him more.

Finally, finally, your shift came to a close and you were able to feel a small measure of relief even though your exhaustion, which had gotten exponentially bigger over the course of the day, as it always must, as you clocked out and made your way to the bus stop which would take you home. It was always so very difficult for you and Arthur to align the trips home; the bus stop was the same but the timing was always different. Not to mention, if one of you had to go to the pharmacy or grocery store after work, there was an even bigger gap between leaving work and coming home.

Through every rise and fall, the physical and emotional tolls of the lifestyles you both led always, always, remained the same; you were each other's balm against the world. On the bus did you slip into a daydream so blissfully thick that your journey home felt like just a few seconds; you felt almost dizzy as you got off the bus, your bags in tow and your body so heavy that every step felt like there were weights attached to your lower legs. You sighed and swiped a hand over your face, stepping out away from the bus stop and towards the street, where people were almost pushing past each other in their haste to do whatever it was they were doing. Everyone had a life as interesting and as complex as your own and it baffled you sometimes to think on it; you had always been a people watcher but tonight, you were just too damn tired.

You were so tired, in fact, that you almost completely walked past someone dressed in a faded yellow hoodie; the only splash of colour in a physically and emotionally grey city.

"Hey." Oh, but that soft rasp had you turning back so fast that your head spun and the ghost of Arthur's hold on you this morning, which had faded over time but you could remember it so vividly that during the day you liked to think that he was still holding your hand, returned in full swing as he gripped your fingers with his own. You smiled, you smiled, and Arthur's own lips turned upwards, as if a string existed between your bodies. You had always been very emotionally connected and you had gotten close to one another within just a few weeks of meeting one another all those years ago. When you knew, you knew.

"Arthur!"

All at once, it was like you had drunk a mug of coffee as energy coursed through your veins. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and the way his skin sunk beneath your lips made you smile against his face, and Arthur hummed contentedly as he slid a cigarette between his lips. You took the hint and pulled away from him, squeezing his hand lightly before you let it go so that he could flick his lighter and ignite his cigarette. Arthur inhaled deeply with a noise of bone deep satisfaction and tilted his head up, up, exposing the long column of his neck as he exhaled; not wanting to blow it into your face. Always so considerate was he, even and especially during times he felt as though he was at his worst. It was one of the many things you admired him for; being so kind even with everything he went through without reprieve, and you tried to emulate a similar trait within yourself when you found the energy to do so. Kindness was a choice, one which had to be consciously made whenever the opportunity to do so arose, and it wasn't always easy, but it was right.

Arthur taught you lessons about yourself and the world every single day and he didn't even know it, try though you might oftentimes to express the truest extent of all that he had done and continued to do for you.

As the both of you reached the stairs, that long flight which made your knees, back and feet ache before it brought you closer to the apartment complex, closer to home, you squeezed Arthur's hand tighter and began to think back on something you had seen written in his battered journal one time several months ago; step step step step step step step step step step step step step step step. You hated those fucking stairs, but Arthur's hand in yours helped you to weather each step. You could see Arthur mouthing that same one word to himself over and over and over, like a prayer, until he reached the top of the stairs with you beside him, where you belonged. He swayed slightly on the spot, his body simply not enough to cope with the demands of his daily life, and concerned did you reach out a hand to steady him, your fingers curving around the crook of his elbow. You had to step to the front of him in order to accommodate this, for your other hand was still tightly clasped in his. You were practically embracing him, holding his body up with your own.

“Are you okay, darling?”

Arthur nodded, but you could see that he wasn’t.

Arthur was anything but okay.

Luckily for the both of you, the apartment building wasn’t too far from the stairs, just around the corner, so you kept your hand in him while you walked home together, though your other hand dropped to your side, but outside of your pocket in case Arthur needed you to help him to regain his centre of gravity again. You doubted he had eaten since breakfast this morning; he, like you, often put his own needs aside in favour of getting more work done in a quicker amount of time. You walked at Arthur’s pace, slowly, carefully, and periodically did you look at him, you really looked, just to make sure that he was okay. He was so exhausted, so weary, so done…

He looked the same way you felt, and it made you love him more just as much as it shattered your heart.

Arriving home couldn't happen soon enough.

Arthur reached the door before you, his steps shuffling and his head tilted to one side, as if he couldn't hold himself up anymore and just wanted to collapse onto the nearest flat surface, as he fished around in one of his pockets for the key to the apartment. His dimples were pronounced deep within the soft skin of his cheeks, chewing was he on the inside of his mouth. He let himself in and invited you inside after him with a sweeping gesture of one of his arms, a weary smile on his face. As you crossed the threshold did Arthur look left and right down the grimy corridor before he shut the door and drew the safety chain across the bolt, the familiar sound welcoming the both of you home.

Or, rather, the sound welcomed you into the apartment. You had been home ever since Arthur had met you in the street with a simple word which meant so much.

Silence reigned supreme as the two of you shed your outer layers and left behind your daily duties, responsibilities, and anything else which commanded your time away from each other. Dinner was made and consumed in relative silence, with the two of you only talking to each other casually. Today had been too much and you both just wanted to rest. That was all you wanted, needed, but only with the other person. The same routine carried out with anyone else would simply feel wrong.

Indeed, every day passed like this; you would wake up tired even if you got yourself a full eight hours of sleep, you would go to work or spend the day catching up on all of the chores and menial tasks which you weren't able to do when you were at work, for so tired would you be when you came home that all you had the energy to do was plop down beside Arthur on the worn sofa for those few precious hours until you had to go to bed and do it all over again. You would meet up with Arthur half way between your bus stop and the pharmacy he frequented, you would trudge home together hand in hand, step by step by step, and the evenings, oh... oh, the evenings were for the both of you.

Finally was there nothing left to do but to heal the rift between your bodies and minds; neglecting yourselves physically to uphold the demands which society placed on you would always catch up to you mentally, and you needed time to put yourselves back together before you had to wake up to begin anew. As the two of you got into bed, the sun having long since set and there only being a handful of hours until the two of you had to be up for work in the morning, your arms immediately found Arthur and you practically dragged yourself across the mattress to him. Those few hours were so terribly precious and daily coveted by the two of you, and this night did you feel your heart bleeding even more than it already was as Arthur gifted you with the day's last smile from him. He hadn’t even watched Murray tonight, so emotionally and physically tired was he, and yet he found it within him to smile.

For you.

Fuck, you loved him.

You smiled back, that string between your bodies pooled in the middle of the bed, and tipped your head so that you could press a kiss to Arthur's forehead. You could barely see in the room, so dark was it and so dim were the streetlight's outside, but you felt around as best as you could, trailing your lips across his weathered face, down, down, to his lips, making Arthur shiver with how your breath ghosted so gently against his face. You kissed him once, twice, thrice, four times and you felt Arthur relax into your tender loving touches as he hummed. There was a smile on his face, you could feel it.

It was echoed on your own lips, too.

Your hands came up to cup his face and Arthur nuzzled into your palms, his lips pursing to press kisses against your soft skin. He shuffled closer to you, an arm wrapping firmly around your waist as his face ducked into the warm crook of your neck.

You fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other, and you remained such until the morning, when all would begin again. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it, if only so you could have this every night; Arthur, in your arms, safe and so loved that he didn't know what to do with himself.

It was what he deserved, but it was also what you deserved, too.

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provokedgoalie · 3 years

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At Your Mercy.

arthur fleck (joker) x reader

tags: 18+ only/minors move along, allusion to oral (reader giving), tiny mention of murder & a weapon

Maybe it was the way he looked after a killing spree: blood splattered face; mused up green locks; long, slender fingers still gripping the loaded gun.

Witnessing him transform into this symbol of insurgency stirred something in you; perhaps a part of you—the majority of it—gets off at seeing him in control.

That's how you ended up on your knees in between his spread legs.

When he crossed the threshold of your shared apartment door, you all but shoved him to the couch, forcing him to be at your mercy.

He followed your desperate hands fumbling for his belt buckle, scanning your face set in concentration. “What's got you so worked up, doll?” he inquired with a low chuckle.

“Couldn't get that image of you going after that rich bastard. Made me go crazy at the thought of you digging your gun into his head,” you rasped. “Did he plea for his life, baby?”

“Like a sinner praying to his god,” he grinned, the pearly whites a stark contrast to his scarlet painted mouth. He ran a composed hand through your hair, before gripping a handful into a makeshift ponytail.

His patience was wearing thin as you slid the zipper of his slacks in an unhurried manner, “Better get that sweet lips around me before I have you beggin', toots.” he chided, forcing your head forward with a harsh jerk.

“Yes, Mr. J.” you purred, blunt nails raking down his scrawny thighs—marveling at his taunt muscles trembling beneath your teasing touch.

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adrenochromec9h9no3 · 5 years

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Me, fighting with my inner demons.

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yesttoheaven · 3 years

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I SEE YOU – chapter IV

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.3k

warnings – idk... misty being a b*tch with arthur?

a/n – hi everyone! I hope you are well because I'm brazilian and I cannot say the same lol the president is a piece of shit and he can't rule the country in the middle of a pandemic (not even without the pandemic, in fact)

anyway enjoy the chapter!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

chapter one. chapter two.

chapter three. chapter four.

"What are you doing here, Misty?" The surprise was notable in Y/N's words.

Many people could walk through that door, but Misty was definitely not one of them.

"I should ask you the same question..." The woman came over and put her hands on the actress' shoulders, smiling amiably. "But we don't have time for that right now. You have a dinner to go! And it is not right to keep a man like Charles waiting."

"Charles?" Arthur asked, trying to find a way to join the conversation. "Is he also an actor?"

After these simple words, the redhead burst out laughing and Arthur didn't understand what he had done wrong this time. He was just curious and a little interested to know who was the man who had a date with Y/N that night.

"Actor? God, have you never heard of Charles Lewis Tiffany?" Misty questioned how if the fact that Arthur didn’t know the man was an offense to humanity and Arthur just shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything else.

Who the hell was this man? The Pope? And why did Y/N have a dinner with Pope?

"It's okay, Arthur." Always so graceful, the actress reassured him and left Misty's side to be close to him. "Charles owns Tiffany & Co., the one that appears in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's... Have you watched this movie before?"

"Oh, oftentimes!"

"Me either! And now Charles wants me to be the face of his new collection! I'm so excited, he came to Gotham just to follow it up in person!" The happiness shining in her eyes was contagious, but Misty didn’t like seeing Y/N squeeze the man’s arm gently.

"I hate to have to do this... the conversation is so pleasant, but we have to go, mon cher." With a smile, Y/N's manager adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She wanted to take the actress away from this freak as soon as possible.

"You cannot go without the VHS tape." Arthur objected, receiving a death glare from Misty, but the only thing that mattered to him was Y/N. "I'll get this for you." After these words, the man left the living room with a reason to make her stay a little longer in his apartment.

"Well, I think we're going to have to wait." Y/N shrugged, but inside she was beaming.

Feeling her mouth dry, she picked up the glass of water on the table, but that was her worst mistake.

"What are you doing? Don't drink this! That dirty glass is full of germs!" The glass was snatched from her hand and Y/N looked at Misty in disbelief.

"That glass is not dirty, Misty."

"How can you be sure of that? I heard that the Narrows sewer is one of the worst in Gotham!"

"Thanks for the lesson, but that didn’t come from the Narrows sewer. This water is from the kitchen tap."

"Oh my God..." The actress could have sworn that the woman's face turned green and she would vomit at any moment. "Why did you drink this? You'll be sick!"

Before Y/N had a chance to respond to these insanities, someone called her. She ran over to the bag and took out her cell phone. It was Charles.

"Hey, Charles! It's good to talk to you." On the other side, all she received were strange noises. The man's voice was being cut off and it was difficult to understand. "The connection is awful..."

"Why am I not surprised? Narrows is the end of the world!" Misty commented, rolling her eyes.

Without time for this discussion, Y/N said:

"Maybe in the corridor I will get a better signal."

"Be careful, you don't know what kind of neighbors there are in this place." She warned, listening to the door open and close, but Y/N said nothing.

Alone in the living room, Misty had the same disgusted look as when she arrived. For her this apartment is small even for an ant and this wallpaper is ridiculous, but in the midst of so much poverty, something on the couch attracted her attention.

"What do we have right here? I don't believe he has a diary..." The woman whispers to herself, laughing, after picking up Arthur's journal. She knew it was wrong, but she was bored.

The first few pages were OK, he had a shitty life like any other unfortunate person, but what came next scared the hell out of her. Misty knew there was something wrong with this man. The instant she saw him, she knew, but that... those words... were from a sick person. Arthur was a disgusting pervert. The redhead needed a moment to breathe and then she saw the magazines on the table and an scissors...

Oh no. He intends to include Y/N in this depravity show!

"I finally found." With bright eyes, Arthur looked for Y/N in the living room, but all he found was Misty... and his journal. "W-What... What are you d-doing?"

"Stay away from me!" She exclaimed, backing away for fear that he would do something against her. "I swear, if you get close I'll scream so loud and when Y/N comes through that door, I will tell her your little secret. She will be so disappointed, but she will finally find out who you really are... A perv!"

"N-No, please... You got it wrong." He tried, his voice taking on a desperate tone. Arthur didn't want to lose the actress's friendship. She was too important for him. "I c-can explain."

"Oh, can you explain? You will glue Y/N's head to a cat's body and then you will sit on that old sofa and touch yourself? You should be in Arkham! You're a sick person! I can't believe Y/N was alone with you..."

Arthur felt his stomach churning.

"You're wrong... I have a lot of respect for her. Y/N is special to me and I would never do something like that."

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" The woman threw the journal at him and Arthur cringed like a frightened dog. After hitting him on the back, the journal fell to the floor and when he saw those collages, he felt ashamed of himself. "Listen to me... I will say this only once: Stay away from her. It doesn’t matter what kind of fantasies you’ve created in your sick head, Y/N will not be a part of that. If I know that after today you keep talking to her, I'll call the police and when they find out you're a fucking perv, you will spend the rest of your days in Arkham." She warned with all the letters and threats, now it was up to him to choose to cooperate or not. This man is too old to play being a teenager. These images of naked women, these cats and those sad quotes in his journal prove just one thing. Maybe he's a sexual predator, but Misty wouldn't be here to find that out either. "Enjoy your pornography and leave Y/N alone. I hope I never see you again."

Arthur saw his world fall apart as soon as the redhead left his apartment with the worst assumptions about him. He was not a perverted monster. He would never touch Y/N without her consent and would never endanger her life. Never ever. Y/N was the only good thing about Gotham; she was a light at the end of the tunnel. So angelic and peaceful. Whenever she smiles, butterflies appear in his stomach and Arthur knows what these famous butterflies mean, but he doesn't know what those collages mean... If Y/N knew, she would probably be afraid of him.

In the corridor, the actress was trapped in a bubble, talking animatedly with Charles. The call had no specific reason, the man just wanted to make sure everything was fine for dinner that night.

"Okay... This is one of Gotham's best restaurants. Trust me, you will love the place!" She assured him, intending to make a good impression. It wasn't every day that she got a chance to dine with the genius behind Tiffany & Co. and represent that brand. This was an important step in her career. "Now I need to go, Charles. See you soon, bye!" Y/N hummed the ending, watching Misty approach where she was. "Why are you here?"

"It's just your friend's mom. She's not feeling very well..."

"Isn't Penny okay?" Concern crossed Y/N's face and she tried to get back to apartment 8J, but Misty took her arm, lying again:

"Y/N, don't be indiscreet. This is a family problem and Arthur is taking care of it." With those words, she guided the actress to the elevator, but Y/N kept looking at the door to Arthur's apartment. "You need to prepare for dinner... I chose a beautiful dress for you."

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THREE DAYS LATER

"Put red on her lips... Don't forget the mascara... and on the cheeks use this blush... Not this one! The peach blush!"

It was possible to say that Charles Lewis Tiffany was taking the place of the makeup artist. The woman was losing patience, Y/N realized this, but he wanted to participate in every second of it. When she finished, Charles smiled, admiring Y/N's beauty through the mirror.

"You see? You're genuinely beautiful... I think I finally found my muse." The actress was flattered by the compliments and that reflected in her smile when Charles took a blue box, but this was not a simple blue box. This is the famous Tiffany Blue Box. "I want you to meet my new creation..." He opened the box, stealing Y/N's breath instantly. "Dramatically plunging down the decolletage, an incredible emerald-cut bicolor zoisite that shifts from violet-blue to purplish-red, depending on the angle. The pendant is over 48 carats and it's wrapped in a halo of baguette diamonds and suspended from a diamond rondelle chain of over 37 total carats."

"Oh Charles, this is absolutely beautiful. I'm speechless..." She confessed, watching him take the necklace and offer to put it around her neck. Y/N accepted immediately and when the pendant touched the white fabric of the dress, she smiled at the mirror.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend" Charles whispered, eliciting a giggle from her. "Now I need to speak to the photographer, but take a few minutes to prepare yourself." The man smiled one last time and Y/N walked to the door, opening it for him. She took the opportunity to spy on what was happening on the other side and it was possible to say that there was a little sadness in her eyes.

"What are you looking for?" Misty's voice echoed and she closed the door quickly.

"Huh... nothing!"

The woman was checking the contract – something about image authorization – and when she took her eyes off the papers, she found Y/N with a half-hearted smile.

"Go ahead... Spill the tea."

Brian was probably smoking, so Misty was her only option.

"Arthur was busy these days, but he called me this morning... He looked nervous and said he would like to talk to me, so I invited him to accompany the photoshoot, but..."

"You did what?!" Misty left the chair, interrupting her. Not wanting to start a scene, the redhead looked at Dariela, the makeup artist, and said: "Get out." The woman immediately stopped organizing her makeup and ran out of the dressing room.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

"And was it necessary to invite that maniac to come here too?"

"Jesus, Misty!" She walked to the other side of the dressing room. "Manic? Really?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Based on what? His bank account?"

"Based on his journal." Misty replied and the actress looked in her direction with a frown. Shaking her head, the redhead let out a bitter laugh before confessing: "He doesn't use it just to write jokes... I found a lot of pornography on those pages."

Y/N felt a little uncomfortable with that. Certain things do not need to be exposed... She didn't need to know about that part of Arthur's life and Misty just invaded his privacy.

"Well... many men consume pornography daily."

"Y/N, pornography is not the point here. He makes some weird collages... women with cat heads... skulls... one of these women was tied up in a compromising position... Can you see how problematic this is?" Misty was trying to open her eyes and consequently was scaring the actress, but that was not all. "I saw the magazines. That man will probably do the same to you... your face on the body of these naked women or on a cat's body! You have always been uncomfortable with the way men see you only as a sex symbol... and now Arthur is using you as a sex toy!"

"Stop! Just stop, okay?" Y/N demanded, using an edgy tone of voice. That was too much for her to assimilate. "You're saying this because you do not accept the idea of Arthur being my friend! All that matters to you is status, but it doesn't matter to me! When are you going to let me live my own life?"

"This is not about social classes, this man is a pervert! I'm trying to protect you!"

"Enough, Misty!" That was enough to make the redhead shut up and Y/N found her way back to the mirror.

To complete the look, inside the blue box was a beautiful diamond ring and a pair of shiny round diamond earrings, just waiting for her. Putting on the ring was an easy task, but she couldn’t say the same about earrings; her hands were shaking and this is all the fault of the stress.

"Let me help you." The manager approached and at first Y/N refused her help, but after another failed attempt, she handed the earrings to the woman. "I know I can be a bitch sometimes..."

"Sometimes?"

Misty just sighed, shaking her head.

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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡

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A Stormy Day

GIF Belongs to: Omgreedus, Wattpad.com

Word count: 1000

Genre: Fluff, Contemporary

A storm is a disturbance that might scare the hearts of many, but not yours. You have always enjoyed looking out the window during stormy days, hearing the rain tapping on the window while hearing the distant thunder roar with unimaginable might, a union of the utopian sky and the malformed earth. You saw many people and many couples as well, seeking refuge anywhere they could – inside restaurants, coffee shops and phone booths. Some of them even accepted the normalcy of said storm and embraced the rain. Just like a ruined day or a depressing mood all of these things do come and go. Although you did find funny that your boyfriend was simultaneously scared and was caring for you.

Every time a lightning struck he would slightly jump up, which made you giggle for a moment, and, in turn, make him happy as well. Despite this inconvenience, he was preparing some candles and some books he could read while you laid next to him in case the power did go out. Despite not looking like so, he appeared to be a savant and intelligent. You didn’t know where his ideals about morality came from, since he grew up in a dysfunctional household, but you knew for certain that they were more than just. He liked to help others in need even though he wasn’t doing so great himself, either physically and mentally. That mattered not, however, you were there to take care of him and you genuinely didn’t mind doing so. A soft smile and a misty-eyed look were more than enough of a reward for you.

You decided to go near him and help him out with some stuff like preparing some food that you could heat up in the fireplace later or just help set up the candles that were scattered around the rooms. The day was growing even dimmer, you couldn’t tell where the sun was and all of the electronics around the house were turned off in case a lightning struck. You were also bored out of your mind because you had nothing else to do, everything was prepared and you couldn’t do anything with Artie like watch TV or go outside for a walk. That’s when he told you to sit on the couch; apparently he had prepared something for you in occasions just as this one. You could feel yourself fumbling around with your own emotions; you didn’t know what to feel. You felt anxious because you didn’t have a lot of money and if he went out of his way to buy something for you then surely it must be expensive. You also felt happy; even though he usually doesn’t do these kinds of things (mostly because you want save your money up) it’s always nice to receive a gift from time to time. We he came back he was giggling to himself – he thought he found the gift that perfectly described you, although he refused to tell you what he had bought you and told you to hurry up, he wanted to see your face sparkle up like a light-ridded night sky. You tried to open it carefully, despite what Artie told you, because you wanted to keep the paper wrapping the present came in, all of these tiny things always meant a lot to you and you didn’t want to lose this one either. He gave you a Walkman and you couldn’t be more than happy. You were enthusiastic, in fact, because he knew you loved hearing music all of the time – it reminded you of moments passed and you always enjoyed reinforcing your emotions by listening to a song on the radio. He nervously told you that maybe if you could hear music everywhere you went you’d think about him more often. That, of course, was a silly statement, you already thought about him, anyway, but the gift in itself was amazing. You gave him a huge hug and told him that was everything you ever wanted which was, in fact, true. Walkman’s were pretty recent news at the time and having one made you feel extremely special, but now you kind of felt some remorse because you didn’t have something to give him back. You were going to excuse yourself after things had settled down so you could go buy something outside, but thunder struck and the light was now out. Luckily, your Walkman ran on batteries, so you could listen to it regardless of the weather, so you turned your little friend on and sat with your head on his shoulder until, eventually, both of you dozed off.

Those times were different times, and although you felt the same at the time you can’t tell if it’s true anymore. You still consider yourselves friends, that is, in all actuality, correct, but I guess feelings do fade over time, like youth and young love. However, you have kept your Walkman near and dear to your heart. It was the first time that someone outside of your family had loved you unconditionally and although you remember those times with not only some distress, you feel comfortable knowing that things deescalated naturally. The Walkman does still work, curiously, so you decided to go buy some cassette tapes near your pawn shop. They were expensive as all living hell, especially because they have to keep them in mint condition, even though people rarely listen to them anymore. You decided to come home and try the cassette tape out, and, wouldn’t you know it, it started raining. You started getting teary-eyed, like he once was, but you moved on inside despite what you were feeling. You laid on the couch and you heard the satisfying click of the Walkman. The music started playing with a little bit of static – the device was fifty years old at this point, it was honestly a surprise that it was still playing. Amazingly, the song that you had bought was the same one that you played when you first got the device – a rush of emotions filled you and you felt more than incredibly comfortable on your couch, like he was still there. Surrounded by such a positive aura, you decided you could finally get some rest knowing that love, no matter what kind, is eternal.

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iridecsense · 5 years

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joker: *a literal sociopathic killer*

me: ahaha. no please don’t kill me, you’re so sexy.

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ajokeformur-ray · 3 years

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omg if you still take headcanon requests, what about another piece where arthur and reader have an argument with angst and fluff at the end?? I love your work !!

Hhhhhh I find it difficult to write confrontational situations so I apologise if this piece is lacklustre in any kind of way, darlings!💝 Thank you so much for your kind words, it means a lot to me!💛 I did my best to incorporate these two pieces to save repetitive requests and I hope you like it! 💕

A massive thank you to the various people in my server who helped me with this piece - they asked to not be credited, but they're the backbone of this piece and they really helped me to put it together!🥺 I adore you all so much.

ALSO ALSO a huge thank you to @loveletterstoledger who read this over for me and gave me pointers on characterisation with Arthur; where the headcanon says “you were at a stalemate”; from that headcanon on, Rose really helped me to work out what to do next. Thank you darling omg I love you.🥺💝

TW; arguing (mild, for my own comfort), unresolved tensions, a bit of raised voices (not full-out shouting for my own imaginative comfort😩), swearing, fluff at the end! If I missed anything then please let me know!🥰💗

Word count: 1, 409.

The day had been long, the hours rough and unrelenting, and you were in a foul mood.

Try as you might, your bitterness was beginning to get the better of you and you were at the point where you found it almost impossible to think before you spoke.

You were just so tired of everything and everyone, and especially the way Arthur could never fold the towels exactly right.

In the back of your mind, you knew that it didn't matter. It really didn't matter.

It's just a towel, Y/N. It really doesn't matter. Let it go, it's just a towel...

Despite your thoughts, which were supposed to calm you down, you only rolled your eyes, both at yourself and at the 'situation' at hand, and bit out a, "for fuck's sake, Arthur!"

As soon as you spoke, you regretted it.

Guilt swirled through your veins and you felt a sharp spike of self-loathing. It was okay for you to be feeling as you were, but it was not okay to snap at Arthur, who hadn’t even done anything worthy of your irritation.

In the midst of berating yourself and feeling guilty for knowing better but for not doing that, you hoped that Arthur hadn’t heard you, but he had.

Oh, he had.

Arthur's nostrils flared minutely with irritation and hurt swept in like the tide, running hot and sickly through his veins, making his forehead heat up from the inside. His fists clenched around the material of his trousers and he exhaled in a rush.

I can't do anything right, can I? He chuckled at his own thoughts and then scoffed as he stood up and ran a weary hand through his slightly greasy dark curls, which gently brushed across the tops of his shoulders before they settled back down.

Despite the hurt and the anger swirling within him like a hurricane, Arthur's voice was soft and quiet as he made his way into the bathroom. "What is it, Y/N?"

"It's - " you took a deep breath, holding the wrongly folded towel in one hand and your other was pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger as you said, "it doesn't matter, Arthur. Just leave it. I'm sorry I said anything." You had snapped without a thought but the last sentence was meant.

Arthur made a noise of disagreement and his green eyes seemed to sharpen as he watched you like a hawk. "No, tell me. You said 'for fuck's sake' - why? I want to know." He demanded of you.

It was more than fair for him to ask but this situation had escalated way beyond what an easily fixed issue was worth - not that it was an issue, you knew, it was just a towel, but your snap was the issue.

You had to work through the issue while also explaining the process to Arthur - you were his first relationship. He had knowledge of relationships and intimacy thanks to Dr. Sally's regular segments on The Murray Franklin Show but he didn't have the practical experience to back up the knowledge, which was where you had to come in.

The both of you had always done everything together and that included moments like this, with both of you getting increasingly angry and the situation at hand - which was minor at best - going nowhere.

At the look of hurt, confusion and anger in Arthur's eyes, his jaw set and his fists shaking lightly by his sides, everything melted away and you were left feeling almost sickened of your own behaviour.

You sighed, letting everything go in that exhalation. You closed your eyes and turned your face away from Arthur. One, two, three... in, out. You turned your face back to him and tried to use your entire body to apologise.

"I'm so sorry, Arthur," You noticed that he took a step back at your words, so you made a conscious effort to stay where you were and to not follow him, "It's just... the towel wasn't folded right and it pissed me off because you know how I like them folded. I'm sorry I snapped, darling. I didn't mean to." Arthur opened his mouth to speak so you finished what you had to say in a rush. "I know that's not an excuse but I didn't mean to snap. You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry, honey. It's just a towel, it doesn't - it really doesn't matter."

You put the towel down, not wanting to hold it anymore and wanting this to be done; confrontation was never something you enjoyed, and especially not with Arthur. You were each other's one and only person, totally devoted to each other.

You looked away from Arthur, out of steam and worried about his silence. He was... too quiet. You couldn't even hear him breathe, but a quick sideways glance at his chest proved that he was breathing. So long as he was okay, that was all that mattered to you.

Finally, you dared to look back at him and to keep your gaze there. The silence was too much.

You were at a stalemate: you were looking at Arthur, Arthur was looking at you, and silence reigned for several tense moments.

You could only hear your own breathing and you thought you could hear Arthur's shallower, quieter ones.

One of you had to give, and soon.

It ended up being Arthur, and his reaction as everything began to sink in was to truly show how averse he was to conflict as he chuckled under his breath.

He gasped and in a split second was everything forgotten as he mumbled, “oh no”, hands reaching for you almost blindly just in time for violent laughter to crawl up his chest and rip out of his throat.

Instantly were you beside him, falling back into the routine of grabbing one of his hands and holding it to your chest so that he could feel your heartbeat through your skin. It was something which grounded him.

Your other hand rubbed up and down Arthur’s back, bent over was he with one of his hands clamped over his mouth to try to muffle the pain.

“I’m so sorry, Arthur,” You repeated similar sweet nothings to him (but, oh, you meant every word) and comforted him as best as you could. “Breathe, honey, that’s it,” You bent to press kisses to his forehead, his temples, and soothed him as much as possible, while also giving him the space to vent his emotions. It was a difficult thing to do, but you had learned it well over the years you had loved this man with everything you were.

Slowly, slowly, Arthur’s ragged breathing settled down and he straightened up, holding both of your hands tightly now. “D-don’t leave, I - “

“I’m not. I’m so sorry, Arthur.”

Arthur shook his head, his tear stained cheeks glinting in the natural light of the bathroom. This attack had been rough and the guilt which you felt was insurmountable. All you wanted to do was apologise, over and over and over, but Arthur had told you with a shake of his head that all was forgiven.

He may have forgiven you, but you hadn’t forgiven you.

“Come here, Y/N,” Arthur’s hands moved away from your chest and snaked around your shoulders, pulling you into his body. He was weakened temporarily by his attack but he was still so strong.

He wrapped himself around you and pressed kisses against your neck and lower side of your jaw, wanting all of you.

“I’ll fold the towels properly next time, I - “

The second white hot stab of guilt folded through you and you only held Arthur tighter. “No, honey, leave the towels. They don’t matter. Thank you for folding them.” A pause and then, “I am sorry, darling. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Arthur raised his head to kiss you properly, his lips passing every emotion he was feeling into the gesture, “It’s okay, angel. It’s okay.”

You still felt guilty and you knew you would for a while, but you would make up for that by loving on Arthur as much as you could. Moments like this would happen in a relationship and that was okay. It was normal and healthy to argue... It was the make up which held the key to growing together as a couple.

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provokedgoalie · 3 years

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You Wouldn't Get It.

arthur fleck (joker) x physiatrist!reader

→ a little drabble I wanted to write for him since I enjoyed the movie~! ♡ // no warnings (maybe a slight threat, but nothing serious jdbfjd)

“Are you aware of how Gotham is going to shambles because of your little stunt, Mr. Fleck?” you interrogated the man situated in front of you, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with his knowing gaze; his eyebrows quirked up as if hearing about the state of the city was amusing to him.

“Very much so, Doctor. Ain't it glorious?” he cackled like a madman—ending in hiccups of giggles as he slapped the steel table in glee; his fingers traced over his crimson painted lips when the fits of laughter died down, the skin around his eyes crinkling.

“I'm finding it quite difficult to understand why this is funny. Please, enlighten me,” you adjusted the round framed glasses perched on your nose and clasped your hands together in your lap, waiting for Arthur to speak again.

“You wouldn't get it, darlin'. I mean, how could you? You never had to struggle a day in your life,” the upturned smile vanished from his face, swiftly replaced with a hardened jaw. “This is a cleansing, Doctor. I intend to rid the world of everyone that turned a blind eye. Including you.”

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ahsxual · 4 years

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My Personal Teddy Bear

Pairing: Phoenix!Joker x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: "Heyyy !! Love your writing ! :D If it's okay for you, can you please write a headcanon with Joker 2019 and a very romantic reader who loves fluffy things ? Thank you !! <3"

Word Count: 1,9k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this my dear @arthurjokersgirl!! I'm really happy to know that you like my writing 🥺🥺 It means so much to me!! And I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I had a few problems in writing this fic (tumblr didn't save it, so I had to write it all over again). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic I made for you <33

(I don't own this image!!! If you own it, please message me and I'll give you the deserved credits)

When you and Arthur met, both of you were surprised by the amount of things that you had in common.

You two are so kind, so good-hearted, so romantic and dedicated to your partner and everything you do... and if there's something that manages to put a cute and melting smile on your faces, is when you receive, especially when it’s from one another, fluffy objects, such as teddy bears, flowers, romantic CD's, love letters... anything that involves and expresses the love you have for each other.

Whenever you idealized a relationship or whenever someone asked you to describe the "perfect man", the answer was always the same: a romantic, caring, generous and cute guy who would do anything for his girlfriend, promising to love her for all eternity.

Once other people heard your answer, they would say you were just being childish, that those types of guys weren't real and that you had to live in the real world, not some kind of princess movie, waiting for your prince to rescue and fulfill your heart with all the love he could muster... what they didn't know, was that your prince was destined to meet you the moment you were welcomed into this world.

You couldn't imagine being with anybody else: ever since you shared your first words with Arthur, you knew deep inside that he was the one for you, the love of your life, your charming prince... and as if he hasn’t told you yet, he felt exactly the same, you were his one and only that he had been waiting for so long all his lonely life.

Your chemistry was unique: you were so in love, so committed to your relationship, that you were sure that you would spend the rest of your lifes with each other. Death wasn’t able to break your chain, it was stronger that anything else in the universe. Once you had finally perished, you would marry each other as many times as you needed, twice, thrice, billions of times if it were needed.

Arthur sees you as a sweet, gorgeous flower, being utterly different from the others by its unique beauty. He doesn’t have eyes for any other flower: you're the only one he has eyes for and feels pure love for: he even compared himself to the Little Prince, and you were the only flower in his world, yet perfect and outstanding.

He loved the fact that you were as romantic as him, because that made him feel more secure and sure of yourself. Even the little things would put your eyes in tears and make your smile grow until your red cheeks started to hurt because of his sweet gestures.

Your favorite hobbie is, after getting from a tired and exhausted day of work, laying in each other's arms on the spacious sofa while watching romantic movies or comedies to brighten your mood, covered in blankets while sharing a cup of hot tea because of the frosty cold winter.

You loved everything about Arthur and your relationship with him: it was all about trust, support, love, dedication, comprehension and understanding. He was your best friend, and you were his.

Every month he would save some extra money to buy you a present, sometimes even starving himself for days just to have enough money to buy you the most expensive gift he could afford. But of course that once you knew about this you immediately stopped him, not admitting him to do such silliness no matter how good his intentions were.

But what he didn't know, was that you were willing to play the same game: without him realizing it, you saved some cash every month as well (without starving yourself, of course), to buy tickets for a romantic movie that would debut in the cinemas.

You were so happy about it, to finally give Arthur what he deserves and to take him where he has always wanted to go since he was a little kid. But this time, he would see a romantic movie with you, giving you both an opportunity to have a decent date for you to enjoy.

You couldn't wait to see your lover's face once he knows he'd go to cinema for the very first time with the love of his life, with his one and only... with you.

On the other hand, Arthur was thinking exactly the same thing, since he had been saving some cash to give you a surprise, imagining your reaction after he had offered his gift that would mark and change your lives forever, while increasing your pure love even more, if that was even possible.

One day you went to grab your hidden piggy bank with more money to save, only to count it right after. Once you had counted it and saw that you had enough, you instantly jumped and giggled from the sheer happiness around your shared room. You made so much noise, that even Arthur who was in the living room, knocked gently on the door to make sure you were fine.

Today was the day where you finally could show your gift to him: you told him that he needed to hurry up and dress something nice, because you were going to an amazing place. He wanted to know what your plans were so bad, but he knew it was useless since you wouldn't tell him until you had arrived to the "misterious place".

Once you had arrived and had gotten out safely from the bus, you told your boyfriend to close his gorgeous ocean eyes.

"You can open them now, love." you gently said with the two tickets held in your hand, while being right in front of the cinema so he could understand your intentions.

He was immediatly dumb-founded as soon as he understood what you meant. "Y-you... you want me to go to the cinema with... with you?" his eyes started to become moist with each second that passed, and you only had time to embrace him in your eyes while assuring him that this was real, that this was really happening.

"It's ok love, it's good to let our emotions out when we need to. I'm right here if you need anything. We will have so much fun! And you know that we deserve this, it will be good for us and our relationship, right?" you look into his eyes and could see that a few tears managed to slide down from his red and cold cheeks. He was definitely crying, but from happiness, something that he never thought was possible: he could only relate tears to sadness, however you managed to prove him that the opposite was possible as well. That's what he loved about you: even having been through a lot and felt so many things from his entire life, he would always learn something new about you, him and others from you.

"I can't even thank you enough for all you have done for me, honey... If I could only retribute half that you have done for me... I would be the happiest man for seeing his future wife happy as well." you were smiling from ear to ear, but once he said the words that you always dreamed to hear from him, "future wife", you had to hold your tears back from falling down your now stunned face.

You were too distracted, or should I say too concentrated on your lover, that you didn't realize that the movie was about to start.

Once you entered the cinema room, both of you were amazed by the view: the red seats were all over the place and were very organized; the movie screen was giant, the perfect size to enjoy your movie; the background was simple, yet exquisite, giving you a sudden feeling of luxury, however you didn't care that much if you were honest. As long as you were by Arthur's side, that's all that matters, because your love is the most luxurious thing in this world.

That night was the one you've always dreamed of: you stayed close to each other while grabbing your hands firmly, yet gently, like you were terrified of someone taking the other away from yourselves; the movie contained a lot of romance, which illuminated your hearts more than the brightest stars. You could even relate yourselves to the lovely couple on the screen, which made you both smile the entire time, changing glances with each other with the most passionate stare. This made Arthur think about what he had planned for you for a long time, more specifically from the moment you shared your first kiss, because since then, he instantly knew you were the one.

It made him feel a little bit, not to say extremely, nervous as well, and when the movie ended, you thought it was necessary to ask if he was ok or if he just didn't like the movie.

"N-no! Of course I liked the movie, I actually loved it. I couldn't imagine any other date more perfect than the one you planned for us... thank you once again, it means so, so much to me, sweetheart..." he admitted, making you feel more relaxed. However, he seemed like he was hiding something else, like he had something on his mind that he couldn't let out. But then he smiled at you while grabbing your hand softly, and from that moment you knew that he was about to tell you what was stuck on his mind since he left home.

You walked out of the cinema and went outside, where you instantly felt your body shivering from the cold of the late night of Gotham... but your boyfriend made sure to warm and melt your heart in an instant.

You saw Arthur overthinking and trembling a little, and when you were about to ask him if he was cold too and wanted you to warm him up, he kneeled on the rigid ground and took a small box of your favorite color from his back pocket.

You had an idea of what was coming, yet you couldn't believe that that was what was really going to happen.

"My sweet precious, kind, and beautiful love, would you... would you l-like to ah.. m-marry me...?" his eyes seemed like they belonged to a baby puppy that was asking for affection or his favorite treat, but in this case he was asking you for being his wife... Is this a dream??

You immediately felt your eyes burning and becoming wet by the few rebellious tears that managed to escape from your lovely stare. Your hands were now in front of your gaping mouth, and you couldn't feel cold anymore. The only thing you felt in that moment, was an enormous wave of warm love that you couldn't help, but you let yourself drown.

It was at this moment that all your insecurities and fears that were related to your mutual love, were permanently defeated. Now you knew there was nothing nor anyone that would tear you apart... and you had so many goals yet to achieve as a couple.

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