Naughty ideas with Arthur you said? 👀 How about the reader being younger than him (early twenties or something) and still a virgin, she has her first time with him and he really tries to be careful and gentle with her but starts to lose control more and more after the first minutes? (And she enjoys it)? 👀
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A/N: I don´t know if this is smut or fluff or both
You smile at him while your teeth play with the inner part of your cheeks. The TV in a very low volume, lightening the bedroom and the kiss you were having a moment ago. He stopped for a second to look into your sweet eyes tucking your hair behind the ear ever so slowly.
-We can let this for another occasion if you want, it´s okay – he reassures you, caressing with the tip of his thumb your now puffy bottom lip due to the biting you´ve been doing on it.
-No, Arthur, I want this, and I want this to be with you, my love.
The back of his hand travels down to your throat, finding your pulse and sliding along your collar bone.
-You are nervous. Shaking like a little leaf.
-I´m sorry
-Don´t be – he smiles at you and goes for that sensitive spot at your neck that makes your thighs weak and finally causes your jaw to drop letting out the tension – It´s okay, I got you. I’m going to make you feel so good my love. Lie down for me.
You obey him, still holding on his bare biceps as he leaves a path of velvet kisses from your breastbone to your belly button, suctioning the skin under it, little nibbles that curl your toes.
A moan escapes your nose and your search for his hair, gripping it tightly, and bucking your hips towards him, wanting to feel so much more.
-Patience, my beautiful princess – he tells you and his fingers grace your glistening slit while his mouth comes further down to align with your clit.
-Arthur… - you gasp at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue touching you in ways you´ve never known. You star to writhe, to raise your pelvis, to clench the sheets and grab even tighter his locks but he doesn´t stop till you are literally quivering and craving to be filled with his manhood.
Arthur releases your clit and moves up to kiss your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his flesh and then he starts working you open with his fingers. One at the beginning, which is easy to take; then the second one, which is a little harder to get used to but eventually your walls let him spread them and enjoy the movement inside.
-Now you are ready for me, my love.
You feel the tip of his cock pushing past your entrance and tense up at the intrusion.
- Easy – he whispers in your ear.
- I feel so full – you whine while he pushes a little bit more
- I know. It´ll hurt just a little but it´s going to be fine. Do you trust me? – he takes one of your hands to kiss your knuckles.
- Yes, I do.
- Good girl. Now, I want you to look into my eyes.
He keeps pushing, perceiving your pussy spread like a blooming flower around his length as you do little yelps and whines, and one he is seated all the way in, his mouth goes for another passionate kiss to your lips.
-You are doing so good for me – he says and starts moving. Your nails sink into his back as his pelvis does slow, sensuous wavy motions to make you used to how his thickness swims inside you.
Moan after moan, the pain subsides till it´s only a slight discomfort and the primitive hunger awakes instead. He bites your neck and you do the same in response to his shoulder, heavy breathings filling the room as he speeds his pace, losing the control more and more to the point where he is already fucking you nice and deep, attacking that sweet spot of yours.
-m-hm Arthur… - you purr and your legs spread even wider.
-Enjoy it all, my love. This is the first of many many nights.
Request: Hey, can i request a headcanon (or one shot if you like) for Joker and reader painting each other's faces, because reader wants to be a clown too, so she starts daub her face with Joker's greasepaint and he finds her doing it, and he helps her? That would be cute I think. :)
A/N: @ohallthecrushes I got so into this that I finished quicker than I thought! I also got a little too into it and forgot that you wanted reader to paint Jokers face as well :( I hope you like it nonetheless! It’s kinda more sexy than cute but I’m pretty happy with how it came out. I hope you are too 🤎 oh and also.. I write on my phone and can’t figure out how to add breaks in my posts so I’m so sorry if this blows up your feed for anyone..
Word Count: 2,199
Warnings: mentions of sexual tendacies, mentions of nudity, violence, some angst?
You sat with your legs bent in front of you outside the apartment window on a small roof overhang that overlooked the rundown streets of Gotham. It was windy so your (y/h/c) hair flew a tad viciously In and around your face.
You liked to sit here and smoke your cigarettes waiting for Joker to come home. You would people-watch at the chaos that persisted every day down below you. It kept you at ease at this point.
You and Joker were called the king and queen of Gotham. Although you didn’t enjoy the publicity as much as he did.
So you sat from afar most days. Looking down at the beautiful mess your clown had created for the both of you.
Your eyes flicked around casually looking for any hints of reds and greens. You never knew when Joker would return. It was different day by day. He became a busy man after throwing over the city. The whole world as far as you could tell had heard about the Infamous Joker. It created a mass over throw of government everywhere. People wanted him dead. Lots of people. So most days he was out without no telling when he would be back. Lots of times you went with him. But he encouraged you this morning to stay home this time. It wasn’t safe.
You sighed anxiously. Giving up on your routined lookouts, you stood up and made your way back into the flat, careful not to trip over your black red and blue checkered skirt while stepping back through the window.
You left the window open to be able to still feel the nipping breeze as you paced around the flat. You were so tempestuously bored. You counted your paces, holding your hands tightly behind the small of your back. Your eyes flickered to any possible thing that could save you from the dullness this day has given you. Little huffs of disapproval left your lips each time you flicked your eyes to each corner of the room.
Giving up fast, you walked into Joker and yours bedroom. You looked around desperately until your eyes laid on Joker’s cassette player that laid scrambled on the round wooden table in the left corner of the room. Piles of cassettes toppled over each other, there was so many that some must have trickled onto the carpet.
Waisting as many seconds as possible, you walked over and began to pick them from the ground, shuffling each between your hands to read each one before placing them back on the table neatly. You moved your thumb away to read one that caught your attention.
“Son of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield”
You placed the rest of the cassettes that was tucked between each finger down on the table before putting that one cassette into the hatch, Flicking on the play button.
You closed your eyes and listened for a moment before turning your back to the table in approval. You began to sway into your steps gracefully around the bedroom barefoot. You took your left hand and lazily dragged it across the neatly made quilt that laid on the bed following to the end of the bed frame . Slipping your delicate fingers up to the top of the wooden bedpost. You let go to the batter of the music and swayed again to the other side of the room. Your right hand now fell to Joker’s vanity. You traced your fingers along everything that laid on the table. You traced over the words in his journal that was left opened, then quickly switched over to the photos that stuck to the sides of the mirror. Most of the photos were of you. Joker loved to take random pictures of moments he didn’t want to forget. A collection of them were mainly you posing naked. He always had a way of making them more tasteful than inappropriate; resplendently eye catching. It had become a hobby only shared between each other.
So entranced by your own thoughts, you failed to notice that Joker was home
And he was watching you.
The music was just loud enough to not hear him sneak in. He heard the music playing remotely in the other room as he silently stalked over with a smirk written on his face. He danced into each step gracefully. Soundlessly bringing himself to the door frame that connected to the bedroom you were in.
He placed both hands above his head resting on each side of the frame as he absorbed your every move.
You let your finger slowly fall down the length of the mirror followed by your gaze until your eyes landed on the basket of greasepaints and lipsticks. Excitement swelled throughout yourself as a sudden thought crossed your mind. You instinctively sat down in his seat and pushed yourself in. Placing both your hands on the vanity pondering what you should touch first.
Jokers lips parted slightly into an amused sneer, bringing his tongue up the front of his teeth in a gratified manner.
You began to swift through the paints looking for white, all the while singing along to the music that resounded the whole flat. Finally finding the white greasepaint, you let out a small squeal of pure excitement. How have you not thought of doing this before?
You flipped your hair behind your shoulders with a giant smile that stretched ear to ear. You dipped the paintbrush in generously and brought it up to your pale skin.
“Need some help darling?”
The little tinging sounds of the paintbrush falling to the vanity elucidated your shock. You whipped around to the familiar amused grin written all over Joker.
The end of song faded until silence fully filled the bedroom. He was clearly determined to see your cheeks turn a rosy shade of red. And clearly it didn’t take much. Your cheeks beamed and your wide (y/e/c) eyes looked up at him bashfully. Your jawline held a small streak of white.
“I um.. I wanted to.. I-I’ve been so bored today being alone all day. I just wanted to see what Id look like as a clown too..”
You lowered your head shamefully. You weren’t quite sure why you were so embarrassed. You felt caught in the act of something you haven’t done before.
Joker let out a series of chuckles before making his way over to you. His slender finger lifted your chin until you looked up into his admiring eyes, a pout written evidently on your face.
“I want to see too” he nodded his head slightly as he spoke, his grin widening.
Your pout quickly turned into a wicked grin that matched his own. You closed your eyes and hummed into his hand that now cupped your face.
He leaned in, tickling your face with his hair as he did so. His cheek rested on your eye as he kissed your temple before doing the same to other side, then finished with a passionate kiss to your lips.
He pulled away now. And without any permission, placed his hands underneath the wooden dining chair, turning it away from the vanity and toward the side to face him. You complied silently, anticipation filling your stomach deliciously. You watched his every move.
There was another chair that was next to the vanity that held many VHS tapes. He picked them all up in one swoop, tossing them onto the bed. He then brought the chair to face yours, creaking the floor as he did so. He took a seat, spreading his legs as he leaned forward past you to pick up the paintbrush up off the vanity. Your nostrils filled with his heavenly scent that you could never get enough of.
“Lean towards me doll”
“Okay”
You leaned forward and closed your eyes. His right hand rested on your thigh just beneath your skirt. It was cold and sent shivers up your spine. You visibly shook and let your lips part slightly.
Joker watched you intently. He was already so In tuned with the reactions he gave you. Most of the things he did was all on purpose anyway just to see your captivating reactions. And oh did it please him.. watching you being a dismantled mess under his touch.
With one last kiss on your still parted lips, he dipped the paintbrush into the white paint and brought it your flushed cheeks. You twitched, trying to quickly accustom yourself to the sudden coolness.
“How was your day Princess?”
“Boring. Oh so so boring” you aspirated dramatically. Letting out a childish giggle which Joker harmonized along with you.
“Shh. Keep your face still”
“How was your day?”
“Wonderful now” he cooed
You let out another warm hum while he finished turning your face into a bright flash of white. His hand still laid on your thigh for leverage while he continued with his masterpiece. He reached behind you again to clean the brush and came back with a new color dipped on the bristles.
You finally opened your eyes for the first time since he started. A flash of confusion crossed your eyes at the black paint that engulfed the brush. Joker was quick to read and respond to your expressions and mannerisms as he always did.
“I’m replacing the blue with black for the eyes. Everything else will stay the same. It will make your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes pop” his voice cracked as he gave you a charming smile
“whatever you say” he always put you in a trance when he talked to you like that.
He continued on with his mastery taking his time to make sure it was perfect. He licked the bottom of his lip, pausing occasionally to take in the mask that hid your sweet innocence. He’s never seen you like this before. And he wanted to see it more often. You both didn’t talk much as he finished. You and joker were so in sync with each other that you didn’t have to talk all the time. You both just knew. And you couldn’t explain it. But the feeling was so raw and rhythmic.
“All done my Queen” Queen?
You fluttered your eyes open to find Joker looking smugly back at you. Both hands now found your thighs as you turned your head to look in the mirror.
“Wow..”
“You like it?”
“I love it..”
Joker swiftly stood from his chair, placing it back against the wall. You watched as he shuffled over to his cassette player, digging through the tapes, letting them fall to floor.
You huffed with a roll of your eyes.
“I just picked those up!”
“Shh”
Finally finding the one he was looking for, he placed it in the hatch and turned it on, spinning around back to you.
Didn’t I Blow Your Mind This Time - The Delfonics
His steps danced over to you in a flash, reaching out his hands for you. You intuitively placed your hands in his letting him bring your weight up to his chest, expecting him to lead you in a dance. Instead he turned you around by the hips to face the mirror, reaching around you to move the chair you were sitting in to the side. He stood behind you and moved his hands from your hips to the underneath of your arms, bringing them up until they were parallel to the ground. His face came in from the side and nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he spoke, letting his hot breath send shocks throughout your core.
“Your officially a queen now baby girl”
“I am?”
“Mhm, and I think we found your signature look”
You let your head rest against his as he dragged his hands back to your hips. He swayed you back and forth to the melody that boomed the whole apartment. His head still in the nook of your neck, leaving hot kisses. He spun you around again and took your hand in his, leaving his right on the small of your back. He led you softly and rthymically across the wooden floor. Swirling you around with his arms in the air with yours shortly before bringing you back up against his chest.
The music took over your body and beamed through every vein and vessel of your being. You kept your eyes locked as he twirled and spun until dipping you down low to the floor, letting your long (y/h/c) hair brush against the cold wood. He brought you up again and took you with him in wide circles. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, welcoming the dizziness that swelled in your head. Joker took that opportunity to shower the front of your neck and chest with kisses, leaving marks of red and white greasepaint. You whimpered In approval. He brought you in slowly until your chests heaved against each other. You were both out of breath, feeling each other’s hot pants against your lips. He brought both hands around you and swayed you more lazily. He placed his forehead against yours as he rocked you more gently.
Author’s Note: Okay, I got kinda carried away with this one lol. I really enjoyed writing this but i feel like it may be out of character a little bit? I found it a bit challenging to write Arthur not in a terrible situation. Is that bad? I guess what i’m trying to say is that since all i have for reference is the movie, which is ALL negative and sad, It was hard for me to capture what he would be like not in those situations. SO, please let me know how you think I did! What can I improve on? What did I do well? any criticism is helpful. I hope you enjoy! thanks for the request!
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“W-what do you mean its $32.84?” you stammer as you cast a panicked glance at your small group of groceries on the corner market counter. You check to make sure nothing extra was added to the pile, and upon confirming this fact you look back to the clerk.
“It’s never been this much Walter!” you’re getting hysterical now, you couldn’t afford the uptick in price, “I-it’s always been $22.73, every time, for the last however long I’ve been shopping here.”
Walter, the older balding man who owns the mini mart around the corner of your apartment sighs and gives you a look of pity.
“I’m sorry (Y/N),” he shakes his head, “but you’ve seen how things have been lately.” He looks out the glass doors and onto the street where various shouting and honking could be heard, “Gotham’s economy is tanking, prices are going up, and I have to pay my bills too.”
You feel tears prick your eyes as you look at the mere twenty-five dollars you had for groceries, and then back up at your pile on the counter. You glance from the milk, to the bread, and various other necessities, trying to decide what to put back. You were reaching for cans of tuna and bars of soap when you heard the familiar tinkling of bells, signaling someone had walked into the store
You glance up, still fighting back tears and recognize the man that walked in as your neighbor Arthur. He smiled at you, unaware of your un-shed tears, and you gave him a watery smile back before turning back to Walter. You hand him the cans of tuna and the soap; you would just have to live off peanut butter sandwiches and use more deodorant until you got paid next.
“Just put these back and I’ll pay for what’s left.” You spoke finally, frustrated that you couldn’t even afford the basics anymore. This city sucked.
You paid for the even smaller pile of groceries and took the brown bag from Walters hands, “Have a nice evening (Y/N).”
I sighed and waved absently over my shoulder as I walked out the door, “Take care Walter.”
You faintly heard Arthur and Walter chatting before the door closed behind you and you started walking towards your apartment. That whole grocery thing scared you. Working as a waitress paid enough so you could pay your bills, but now with grocery prices going up...what was next?
You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the three men walking towards you, and by the time you did, it was too late to move. You bumped one of their shoulders and nearly dropped your bag but managed to stable yourself.
“I’m so sorry I – “you were cut off by a loud voice.
“Watch where you’re going dumbass!” the man yelled as he and his friends turned towards you.
You gripped your purse and bag tighter shrinking into yourself, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You apologized, biting back your scathing remark to avoid pissing them off.
But your attempt at passivity didn’t work as the man in question shoved your shoulder roughly causing you to stumble back, “Hey, I said I was sorry!” you snapped.
“Yeah well, if you knew who I was you’d realize that sorry doesn’t cut it.” he spat.
You started to back away from the three men but the tall one you bumped into snatched your groceries from your hand and threw them to the ground, causing the milk jug to burst and everything else to get soaked.
Anger built up in you, and you opened your mouth to retaliate but you felt another shove come from your backside and your beanie was ripped from your head. You heard loud mocking laughter as they continued to shout insults at you and shove you from one body to another.
You shoved back, pushing with all your might to escape this hellish cycle, “Get the fuck off me!”
You continued to fight back but before you knew it one of the men grabbed you around your shoulders and held you still as the other two leered at you.
“Or what?” they mocked.
You finally had enough of this bullshit and kicked your legs up off the ground shoving them into the tall guys stomach. He doubled over and you smirked, silently pleased at your action. Your silent celebration was short lived however, as the man holding you threw you to the ground. Before you even realized what was going on you heard a sickening crunch and a white-hot pain radiated from your nose.
You cried out as your hand flew to your nose in vain attempt to eliminate the pain, and soon you felt harsh kicks delivered to your body.
“Hey!” you heard a faint cry from the way you had come, “Hey, leave her alone! Walter call the police!”
The kicking stopped as you again heard mocking laughter retreat away from your curled up and beaten form. You heard a different set of footsteps come closer and a gentle hand laid on your shoulder.
“(Y/N), are you alright, it’s me Arthur.”
You slowly roll onto your back and sit up right, wincing at the shooting pain in your side. You look up to see your neighbor looking at you worriedly.
He helps you to your feet slowly and hold your arms to steady you, “What happened? who were those guys? Are you okay, do you need help?” you chuckle slightly at Arthur’s endless questions and shrug his hands off. You wipe you sleeve under your nose, trying to somewhat clean the blood from your face.
“I’m fine Arthur – well not fine per se but,” you lean down to pick up your discarded purse and groaned when you stood again, “I’ll live. They were just some rich assholes who had nothing better to do.”
You looked to your destroyed groceries and sighed, “I’m more upset about my groceries,” you motioned to the soggy pile, and looked to Arthur, “I don’t have any more money until I get paid next week.”
You felt panic gnaw at your stomach, what are you going to do until pay day? You have to eat.
Loud but strained laughter brought you back to earth and you looked to Arthur who’s pained expression didn’t match the laughter falling from his lips. You knew of Arthur’s condition, and even though you knew it wasn’t genuine laughter, you still felt the corner of your mouth tug upwards and a small giggle bubbled from your throat. Soon your giggles turned to full blown laughter and it didn’t subside until Arthur’s fit slowed too. You gripped your side lightly grimacing at the pain left from the laughing fit and tugged Arthur along towards your shared apartment building.
Arthur looked at you curiously as you continued to let out little chuckles as you approached your building. As you got in the elevator to go to your floor, he couldn’t hold back his question any longer.
“What was so funny?” he asked, “you just got beaten to a pulp, no offense, and your hard-earned money wasted. Does that not make you angry?”
You let out a humorless laugh and stepped off the elevator to your floor. You leaned against your door and looked to the lanky man in front of you.
“Honestly Arthur,” you turned your gaze to the ceiling closing your eyes in frustration, “I stopped being angry a long time ago. Now I’m just tired.” You looked at him, “I’m tired of living this way, living in a world, in this city where the rich and powerful shit on the rest of us, where life shits on us.” You shake your head and stand up straighter.
“Anyways, I should probably go,” you gesture to your door, “I better get cleaned up and patched up before I get too hungry, since it looks like i’ll be eating sleep for dinner.”
Your lame joke earns a chuckle from Arthur and he hesitates before speaking, “you can-“ he stumbles, “I mean, you could come over to my place?” it was more of a question than a statement, and he cringes at his own awkwardness, “I just mean that maybe I could help you and we have some left overs from dinner…” he trails off and stuffs his hands in his hoodie pockets, looking at you hopefully.
You smile, a genuine smile that hadn’t appeared on your face in a long time, and you reach out to grab his hand; motioning for him to lead the way.
“I would love that Arthur, thank you.”
He smiles widely and leads you to his apartment. He unlocks the door and lets you inside first before closing the door behind you. You immediately notice that it’s similar to your own apartment: small, run down, and smells like mothballs. You also notice it smells like cigarettes and a nice perfume, a smell that that you don’t hate.
Arthur’s voice breaks you from your thoughts, “You can sit on the couch if you’d like, ill go grab some stuff for your nose” he states as he walks down the hallway to the bathroom.
You hear him rummaging around, in the cabinets as you take a seat on the couch and take notice of what’s on TV. It’s the Murray Franklin show, you lost interest quickly considering you didn’t like the host one bit. He’s a jerk, making fun of people and calling it comedy...what a sham.
Arthur emerges from the bathroom carrying what looks to be pain pills and a washcloth, he sets the pills down on the table and sits next to you. He looks from the rag to you as if asking permission and you just give a little nod and turn to face him. He gently begins wiping the already drying blood from your face and turns your head to the side slightly.
“It looks broken,” he muses, “The bleeding has stopped, and you’re all cleaned up, but you should go get that checked out tomorrow.” He looks at you in a concerned manner and trades the washcloth for two Tylenol.
“Thanks,” you take the pills and swallow them quickly, eager for some relief from the dull throbbing in your face.
You both lean back into the couch and watch the TV for a while longer. You slowly turn your head to look at Arthur only to see that he is already looking at you. You blush slightly before grasping his hand in yours.
“Thank you, Arthur. You didn’t have to help me out there especially since it could’ve ended up bad for you too.” You look back at the TV, “and thanks for this, and the offer of food. I know you’re in a rough spot like me and it’s just nice to have a friend for a change.”
You look back at Arthur and see him sporting a wide grin, “Of course. I would do it again in a heartbeat. I would do anything for you.” He admits.
You give him a small smile and squeeze his hand gently; your way of reciprocating his feelings and turn to look at the TV once more.
You both sat there until the early hours of the morning, laughing at various Tv shows and comedians. And for the first time in a long time, both of you were happy.
You and Jack are both at an event. A work banquet for you, and of course Jack is your date. You are in black floor length gown that swoops low in the back.
Jack loves this dress, he loves touching you. And being able to rest his hand against your skin really is the highlight of his night. Excusing himself, Jack leaves you to mingle with your coworkers to get you both a drink. One of your male coworkers says something funny and in a moment of laughter he lightly placed his hand on your bare shoulder. You think nothing of it, but it unsettles Jack a bit. This is when he beings noticing other men around the banquet hall, their gaze lingering a little too long.
Approaching you, he hands you your drink, you of course thank him and cast a smile his way. Your smile eases his mood, but he is still unnerved by the amount of male attention you seemed to be getting as the night drags on. Keep himself calm, Jack entertains himself with his favorite past time, running his fingers up and down your spine. He isn’t doing it to get a reaction, just more of something to distract his mind from those dark thoughts. He doesn’t want to ruin your evening.
After a bit of this, his hand moves up to the back of your neck and just lightly taps his finger tips against your skin there. Again not paying any mind to it. After a bit of this, he notices how you aren’t participating in the conversation like before. Leaning over he would whisper if everything was alright and you would just give him a look. A look he only sees behind closed doors.
So being the gentleman, he excuses both of you saying some lie about needing to be somewhere early the following morning. While headed to the exit, he doesn’t remove his hand. You wave your goodbyes to a few people as you pass them and you want to stop to give them a proper goodbye. But you feel his hand flex, almost in a warning.
His hand finally drops form your neck to collect your coats, but instead of handing you yours, Jack tells you to go to the bathroom first and states that house rules are now in play.
You don’t even hesitate, you quickly go to the bathroom and come back. Your skin a little flushed as you clench something in your hand. He is standing there waiting for you, holding your coat open to help you into it. Jack steps in front of you and buttons up your coat, while you discretely slip your panties into his pocket.
While stepping out into the night air, you shiver a bit, but it isn’t entirely form the cold. Jack guides you both to the curb and you wait for him to hail a taxi. It doesn’t take long and before you know it both of you are in the back seat. The drive back home is just a short 20 minute ride. However, with the way Jack’s hand has creeped up your inner thigh, it made the trip seem twice as long. His gloved fingers not quite touching where you desperately need them to, but you hold your tongue.
The cab comes to a stop and after paying, Jack helps you exit the vehicle. With his arm around your frame he stops just before entering the building. Turning his head, Jack places a warm lingering kiss to your temple. Closing your eyes, you take in the way his lips feel against your skin. A darker part of you reeling in the fact that this kiss marks the last gentle touch you’ll be receiving from him for the rest of the evening.
Request: “Hey! Would you be able to write a that basically starts with the scene in joker where Arthur is getting jumped but a woman who lives in his building helps him and gets him cleaned up. Arthur mistakes her kindness and her liking him and he starts following her around and eventually becomes obsessive over her? Thanks! ☺️” request by: @sequinedsuplexes
Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, threatening behavior? stalking.
Word Count: 2k
Author’s Note: it wouldn’t let me tag the requester so i hope you see this! Also i kinda had a hard time writing this not gonna lie, lol, but i hope it’s not too terrible. Let me know how I did! also I did not proofread this since i’m at work so sorry :/
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You sigh as walk down the street towards your apartment, it was another dreary day in the wonderful place of Gotham. You had just finished with your shift at the hospital and were excited to get home and cook dinner then go to bed. You were fantasizing about the pasta you were going to make when you were almost knocked over by a group of kids running out of an alleyway laughing.
“Hey! Be careful!” you call out catching yourself from falling.
The only response you get is loud laughter as they continue to run away. You roll your eyes and adjust your self before casting a glance at the alleyway they came from. You had to take a second look before you noticed the figure lying on the ground curled in on itself. You walk quickly down the damp alley trying not to trip on any stray garbage bags.
“Hello? Are you alright?” you call before you reach the person.
You see them startle slightly at your voice and start to sit up with some difficulty. You quickened your pace until you were next to them and helped them to their feet. You were caught off guard to see the man dressed in a clown suit, makeup and all. You brushed aside your initial surprise and grabbed his upper arm, steadying his lanky frame.
“Sir, where do you live? I can walk you home and make sure you get there okay.” He looks at you warily, so you point to your name badge, “I work at Arkham hospital as an ER nurse, I promise I have nothing but good intentions.” You smile warmly.
Arthur is baffled. He can’t believe someone is actually going out of their way to help him, especially with the way he’s dressed. He nods slowly and tells you his address and you smile.
“I just so happen to live in the same building, so this works out pretty well actually.”
Arthur is surprised at this information, you don’t look like the type to live where he does, you look pretty well off to be living in his shabby apartment building. But he brushes this off and follows your lead out of the alley.
“Thank you” he mumbles quietly.
You look at him and give a small smile, “It’s not a problem, I couldn’t just leave you there after what those kids did.”
Neither of you say much else on the short walk back to your building or the elevator ride to your floor. You both just so happen to live on the same floor too, who knew? You have Arthur go back to his apartment and wash off his makeup from work before meeting you back at your apartment since that is where you had all your medical supplies. When he arrives, he awkwardly steps in your apartment and he is instantly met with the smell of cooking and burning candles. This place looks nothing like his apartment. It’s well furnished and decorated, clearly you pay attention to details.
“You can sit on the couch if you’d like Arthur” you say as you stir the pasta quickly.
He looks at you suspiciously, “How’d you know my name?”
you chuckle, “I’ve hard your mom yelling goodbye to you before when you leave. I just didn’t recognize you earlier in your makeup is all.”
Arthur nods and takes a seat on the couch, the only reason he knew your name was from your name badge, but the minute he read it he was instantly taken with you. (Y/N) was a beautiful name.
He was brought from his thoughts by you sitting on the coffee table in front of him and looking at his face, examining it. He felt his heart stutter as he caught your eyes and had to look away to keep himself from blushing. He felt your soft fingers grasp his chin gently and move his face to the side slightly. You let go and shrug lightly.
“Well your nose doesn’t look broken, and that was the only thing I noticed was bleeding earlier. Does anything else bother you?” you ask politely, a warm smile gracing your face.
Arthur was absolutely captured by your smile. It was so radiant and seems to draw him in. and your lips…well he would say many things about them.
You snapped your fingers in front of his face, giggling slightly, “Earth to Arthur!” once you had his attention again asked again, “does anything else bother you?”
Arthur felt a blush creep up on his cheeks at the thought of you catching him staring but shook his head anyway.
“No” he said sheepishly, “I think I’m fine other than that.”
You nod and stand up heading to the kitchen, “well then my work is done, “Arthur heard you banging around in the kitchen momentarily before you reemerged carrying a Tupperware container.
He stood quickly as you offered it out to him, “It’s some alfredo I made. I made way too much so I figured you could have some to go.” He took the container from your hands, once again noticing the never ceasing smile on your face.
“Thank you,” he said again, “For everything.”
You keep smiling as you lead him towards the door and he steps out, turning to you.
“It was no problem. Have a good night Arthur.” You said sweetly, closing the door.
In that moment Arthur knew you were the one. He knew he had to have you; you were just too perfect to let go. He smiled and walked to his apartment dinner in hand.
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What was he doing? God he’s such a fucking creep, he thought to himself. Arthur was currently seated in the crowded ER waiting area, watching as you guide assuredly across the hospital floor. You were steadfast in your tasks, helping patient after patient never wavering.
This had become a routine for Arthur on his off days. Wake up, get dressed, follow you to the coffee shop. Watch. Follow you to the subway. Watch. Follow you to work. Watch. Follow you on your after-work errands and then it ended where it all started; at your apartment.
He hated himself for doing this. He knew It was wrong and creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. He was obsessed with you, and from what he could tell you liked him too. With your constant smiles when you would pass in the hallways, your small talk in the elevator, it had to be mutual right? Or else you wouldn’t even look at him, right?
His daily routine was interrupted however when he got fired from his job. When he killed those three men, they had ruined his plans. He was frantic, he didn’t know where to turn.
So, he turned to you.
You hadn’t heard him arrive. You were in the shower when he waltzed in your apartment, clown makeup still on, and took a seat on your couch, staring absentmindedly at the television.
You turned the shower off and stepped out, drying off and wrapping your robe around yourself. Today was another agonizing day at work and you wanted nothing more than to finally break open your bottle of wine and watch rom coms. You opened your bathroom door and walked to the living room, stopping dead in your tracks at the figure sitting on your couch.
You gasped, alerting Arthur to your presence. He turned slightly and you noticed the smeared makeup still on his face.
“Arthur what are you doing here?” You asked, voice trembling.
“I had a bad day.” Was all he said.
You felt yourself shaking as you slowly started to inch your way towards your kitchen which was next to the apartment door.
“Arthur what are you doing in my apartment?” you tried to put force behind this question, but it just came out as a measly squeak.
Arthur turned to face you fully now and it did nothing but put more fear in your heart. You could see red splattered on his coat as well as the side of his face. What had he done?
“I told you,” he ground out, getting more upset at your refusal to help, “I had a bad day!” as he finished his exclamation he burst out into maniacal laughter.
You felt your chest heaving up and down trying to keep up with your frantic breathing. What this fuck is going on? You realized in this moment that Arthur was beyond any help that you were qualified to give. You reach for the landline resting on the table next to your door and pick it up.
“I’m sorry Arthur, but I-I don’t t-think I can’t help you with the problems you’re having” you say, fighting back the tears burning at the back of your eyes, “But I can call someone who can help, I have connections at the hospital.” You assured.
You just wanted him out of your apartment. Now.
At this suggestion Arthur bolted from his seat and took two large steps towards you, “Nobody can help me!” he bellows, “No one listens!”
You felt tears fall down your cheeks as complete and utter fear took over you, “Arthur please,” you sobbed, “Please leave, I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I made you upset” you could no longer keep your voice steady, but you managed to fling the apartment door open and point firmly.
“You need to leave, now.”
Arthur looked from you to the door, then back to you, betrayal filling his eyes. Did you not understand? He knew you liked him back. He just knew it.
He stepped back slightly his demeanor changing slightly, not as angry as before.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized, “I only came here because I know you understand, and I know you would help me.”
You didn’t say anything, his words not calming you in the slightest. He continued.
“We’re meant for each other, don’t you see!” he took a step towards you slightly, “When you helped me, I knew in that moment that you weren’t like the rest of them.” A hopeful look overcame his features as he reached for your hand.
You jerked away and shook your head, “Arthur I was just being nice!” you explained, “That’s what normal people do, they be nice to one another.”
Arthur felt his despair come back slowly as you continued to explain.
“I don’t- “you debated on whether to tell him the truth, afraid it would set him off, “I don’t like you like that Arthur, we’re just neighbors.” You gasp out, “I’m sorry.”
Arthur felt what little sanity he had left break; he was wrong you were like the rest. Cruel, mean, heartless.
He straightened up and you flinched slightly afraid of what he would do, but he just walked swiftly out of your apartment slamming the door behind him. You frantically moved to lock the locks on the door and fell the floor tears of shock sliding down your face. You knew in that moment you would have to move, Arthur clearly had something medical going on, and you did not want o find out what would happen if something went wrong. But right now, you just sat in front of your door, curled in a ball trying to process what had happened.
Arthur strode furiously from your apartment, betrayal filling his heart. He thought you were different. He thought you would understand.
But, in his mind, you were just the same as everyone else in this cruel world.
Request: hello! could you please do an arthur fleck/reader hurt/comfort thing. like the two were on a date in gotham and some guy starts harassing you, saying gross things so arthur tries to fight him but gets beaten pretty bad. reader takes care of him, fluffy sad stuff, u feel me. - @tragicarthur
Author’s Note: sorry this is a little on the shorter side! I hope you like what i did with your request, let me know what you think!
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You laughed as you and Arthur walk out of the local diner near your apartment building. It was a very rare date night that you and Arthur got to spend together after saving up little by little of the past few months. Arthur had just been telling you about his gig today at a children’s party and about how the kids started an all-out food fight.
“Kids will be kids I guess,” you say, still chuckling at the vision of kids and parents alike covered in bright blue icing.
Arthur smiled and nodded, “it was definitely a sight”
You both walked in comfortable silence back to your apartment building hand in hand. You were approaching said building when you spotted two men leaned against the wall of the corner market look up as you and Arthur approached. You looked away as your eyes met there’s not wanting to start anything. But it was too late. They had already spotted you and stood up from their relaxed positions.
“Hey there sugar, how are you doing tonight?” asked one of the men. He was wearing a beanie, a cigarette hanging between his fingers.
You offer a tight smile but don’t stop walking, “I’m doing well, thank you.”
“just fine?” the other man asks, “I figured with an ass like that you’d be a lot better than fine.” He rubs his hands together as he looks at you hungrily.
At this point they had stepped in your path, preventing you from walking any further.
This comment however did not sit well with your usually quite boyfriend.
“Hey, you have no right to speak to her like that.” He spat, still holding your hand tightly.
The tall man wearing the beanie took a threating step forward, “We were just giving the lady a compliment,” he looks at you from the side of his eye, “you can’t let a woman with a body like that go to waste.”
At this point you just wanted to leave, “please leave us alone,” you pleaded, “we don’t want any trouble.”
At this point both men turn their attention to you, “we aren’t here to cause trouble,” he reiterated, “but it’s not our fault you’re a bitch who can’t take a compliment.” He seethed.
You were three seconds away from slapping the mug grin off his face, but Arthur beat you too it. Suddenly the man stumbled slightly as a much smaller fist cam in contact with his face. And before you knew what was happening both men were beating Arthur on the ground.
You quickly grasped one of their arms, attempting vainly to get them to stop.
“Stop, get off him!” you didn’t get much more said before you were roughly shoved to the ground as the two men ran past you.
You quickly moved to help Arthur who was still lying on the ground.
“Arthur are you okay baby?” you helped him move so he was sitting against a wall and pulled some napkins from your purse, dabbing at his bloody nose.
“I-I’m alright.” He reassured, taking the napkin from your hand, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” He apologized sadly.
You shook your head and kneeled in front of him, taking his free hand in yours.
“You don’t have to apologize Arthur.” You shook your head, “just promise me next time you wont fight?” you pleaded.
He looked at you confused, and you sighed, “Arthur…” you paused trying to find the right words, “this world isn’t meant for me an you. It’s cruel and evil and horrible and there’s nothing we can do about it.” You stated.
You moved to sit next to him and watch the passing traffic, “So, we just need to keep our heads low and live our lives. Try and stay alive.” You huffed out.
You saw Arthur shake his head sadly before leaning in on the wall behind him, “it shouldn’t have to be this way.”
You just sighed, “well, unfortunately it is.” You say matter of factly, “And until the people like Bruce Wayne decide to change things or die, then it will always be this way.” You grumbled.
Arthur said nothing as he took in your words. So, you both sat in silence, and you being completely unaware of the seed you had just planted.
