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ohallthecrushes · 4 years

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Drawing you in, part 2 // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: I’ve been tempted to make it more creepier and less awkward, but as creepy as Arthur can be at times and as little as he knows about healthy boundaries, he’s a gentleman after all. He wouldn’t do much to you without your consent. @duhliriouss i’m sorry, it’s not that creepy, but i hope you like it anyway. ^^

Summary: Arthur loves you. He’s obsessed with you. After stalking you for some time and making a few conversations, he kidnapped you to his apartment. Into his bed to be more precisely.

Contains: struggling, awkward sexual tension, freaked out reader.

Word count: 2575

It was a slow process of waking up.

You wrinkled your nose and sighed deeply as your senses were coming back to you from a long dreaming journey. You always took your sweet time before you woke up entirely and got up from bed. Especially when you felt you had been dreaming very deeply and peacefully. And tonight was that kind of night.

You stretched your arms and licked your lips. You smelled a strange scent that you were sure smelled like cigarettes, though it couldn’t be, you didn’t smoke. You probably had left the bedroom window open, that was where the scent was coming from.

Your eyes stayed closed as your spirit settled down in your body. You felt some weight around your waist, but your still a little dizzy mind didn’t put much thought to it yet. You slowly fluttered your eyelashes as a blurry vision of floral sheets that wasn’t yours, alerted your conscious mind.

Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

Your eyes opened more widely as you realized that there was someone clung to your back, that someone was spooning you from behind. You looked above the pillow and you realized it wasn’t your bedroom at all and that person was definitely not your one-night-stand. Heck, it wasn't even a weekend, you hadn’t been drinking any alcohol that night before. You didn’t remember how could you end up in someone else’s bedroom, in fact you could barely remember what you’d been doing after you’d finished work. Maybe it was stress that was making your memory so unclear, or maybe it was something else, you couldn’t tell right now.

You gasped as you felt paralyzed with fear for a moment. The blood was rushing through your veins making a swooshing sound in your ears. You tried to stay calm, you really tried as your rational mind told you that panicking would only make the situation worse and you should first see what options did you have for escaping, but your survival instinct was giving you much more simply advice - run. Run as fast and away as possible.

You took a deep breath and gave yourself a chance to escape. You didn’t want to stay paralyzed and wait to see what would happen when that person woke up, and you weren’t up for a fight either. Your only advantage was a moment of surprise. So you told your legs to be prepared, you gripped the sheets to lift them up - no chance to get entangled with piece of fabric and fall off on the floor, and you counted to three. Your muscles tightened, but so was the grip on your waist...

You let out a scream and tried to moved up your body, but you were held down by a strong arms that wrapped tight around you the very second you tried to move. You screamed once again as your legs were kicking and your nails were scratching the skin on his forearms. But it didn’t make the grip on you any much loosened, if anything, you could feel yourself being pressed down to the bed even more. Your legs were soon caught by his to stop you from kicking and you felt his warm escalated breathing against your neck as he was keep whispering the same words that you got to understand after you stopped fighting so much, having to take a moment of break, before you would try again.

- Please, don’t leave me, please, don’t leave me, please don’t leave me...

He was breathing as fast as you and you could feel the skin on your neck becoming moistened.

Tears.

He was crying and begging you to stay. And as scary and confusing as it was, you recognized the pleading voice of his.

You could recognized it anywhere.

- A-arthur?

It was no one else than Arthur Fleck himself. Your neighbor that you made some short small talks with, a neighbor that you had a crush on. It was strange for you to admit it to yourself, but the fact it was him and not someone else, calmed you down a bit. Not that this made it any less weird or non acceptable. It just... You liked Arthur very much and you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You couldn’t be sure of course, but you knew.

You were admiring him from away from some time since you’d moved in to the same building he’d been living in. You were too shy to ask him on a date, and you weren’t even sure if he liked you the same, maybe he was too shy also or maybe you just weren’t his type. Sometimes you got this strong intimidating vibes from him when he was looking at you from the other side of a hall. He seemed to be harmless and naive at times, but his sense of humor was dark and he had his own creepy way to approach people. Like, you could swear that he’d been following you sometimes, but you’d never really caught him doing that. He was nice and polite to you, but you often felt like you’d been watched by him, like he’d been studying your every step.

This man was like enigma to you. You felt like you knew him by heart, but his mind seemed to be too complex to be completely understood.

You didn’t know why you liked him exactly, there was something off about him after all, something strange and unusual. People were telling you to stay away from him.... But maybe that was the reason you found him so interesting and endearing. He was weird, shy, funny and awkward. And there was something in his eyes that was speaking to you on a deeper level.

- Arthur? - you tried once again as he hadn’t responded, so focused he was on begging you to not go. So scared.

He was holding you tight, so tight you could barely breath. He left out a series of muffled laughs, the ones that kept people away from him. The ones that always sounded so painful to you.

You reached and carefully touched his hand, caressing the back of his palm. It seemed to calm him down a little, making his laughter more quiet, but he still hadn’t responded to you.

- It’s alright, Arthur, I’m not going anywhere... - you said trying to keep your voice steady and soothing - I’m right here.

- Y-you’re not? - his voice was so soft and innocent, you couldn’t believe he could have done something wrong. And maybe he didn’t believe it either.

That thought sent cold shivers down your spine.

- No... - you kept caressing his hand like you were petting a scared animal - As long as you tell me what’s going on. Why am i here?

He buried his face into your neck and sighed deeply mumbling something under his nose.

- I don’t understand, Arthur... Can you speak louder?

- I said... - he paused as if he couldn’t remember the answer - You... I mean... I picked you up from work and... was trying to get you to your bed, cause... - another sigh - you didn’t feel good, but I didn’t want to leave you alone in your apartment, so... I’vebroughtyouhereforanight.

You were listening to him with a skeptical look on your face. There was some flashbacks of Arthur showing up at your work after you’d ended your shift, bringing you a smoothie, and you remembered going back home with him, laughing at something, but then the memories were too blurry to make any sense of what had been happening later on.

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking about it. His answer sounded honest and it was true to some point of what you remembered that had happened. But his last words were mumbling so quickly as if he wanted to get it out of his mouth as fast as possible and it was puzzling.

- And what about - you started as another disturbing thing came to your mind - what about my pj’s? Why am I in m-

- You insisted to change before bed so I let you - he rushed with the answer - but I didn’t see you changing if that what you’ve wanted to know.

You closed your eyes in relief, he hadn’t seen you naked then, ooff.

- And why... why... - you tried to word your question about why the hell had he been spooning you, but you tried to be delicate about it. He was still clung onto your body and you still weren’t sure what to think about the whole situation and what was he going to do with you - Why are we laying like that?

There was a long pause and you thought that maybe he didn’t hear you and you should repeat your question, but as soon as you opened up your mouth, he answered with a quiet voice.

- It was cold...

You made a noise of understanding though you didn’t quite understand who did he mean that had been cold exactly. You knew for sure that you felt hot right now for... oh, so many reasons.

You felt hot because you were under the warm sheets, pressed to another human being, but you also felt hot because you could feel Arthur’s body pressed against you as he was half naked. And it did make only a slight difference that you weren’t naked wearing your pj’s. He. Was. Half. Naked. And it was as uncomfortable as arousing. You wondered if he felt the same.

Well, his cock was half hard as far as you could tell, so probably.

Damn, what was wrong with you?

You shouldn’t even feel aroused, you shouldn’t even make a conversation with him in this position right now.

But then... How many times could you find yourself in your crush’s bed out of the blue?

- Arth-

- Am I making you uncomfortable? - he asked as if he was reading your mind.

Better later than never.

- A little bit, yeah.

He sighed and shifted away from you, taking his arm off of you. You didn’t move, laying still, too embarrassed to face him, though you were sure, he was as embarrassed and red on face as you.

- Thanks... - you murmured and bit your lip. His weight on you and his warmth were keeping you grounded for a while. Now that he pulled away, not holding you down anymore, you were even more unsure of what to do.

Sure, you should just get up and leave, avoiding the eye contact and never come back, but you were still somewhat paralyzed and you still wanted to know what really had happened.

- Do you... - he started as you felt him lifting himself up - I can make you breakfast if you’re hungry. It’s still very early but maybe-

- Alright - you said as you figured that if he was in different room, that maybe you could move from bed - I could eat something, thank you.

You felt him getting up and heard moving towards the door. You turned your head to make sure he’d left and only after when you were left alone, you turned around on your back. You hid your face in your hands and sighed deeply.

- What. The .Fuck?

You wanted to go back to your apartment and take a long cold shower. Or go back to your apartment and masturbate till you released all the tension you were feeling. You weren’t sure at this point. You felt excited and freaked out. You’d never been in a situation like this before.

You got up from the bed and glanced at a window. It was dawning, the Sun had just started to rise, illuminating the room with soft pink and white lights. Arthur was right, it was still very early and you still felt sleepy somewhat. You walked around the bedroom to refresh your mind, looking at things. Old carpet, old tv, old bed... everything was old, but well kept and cleaned and everything fit to each other. The bedroom was cozy and charming in its very own unique ways and very feminine. You felt like you were visiting your mother in your old family home.

Your feet took you to the door and you opened it, walking out to the living room. You quickly looked around and you spotted Arthur standing in the kitchen, with his back turned to you. He’d worn a long blue trousers, but still no shirt. You could see his spine visible under his skin and the muscles in his arms working as he was shifting a pan. He was making you breakfast and hadn’t noticed you yet. The delicious sweet aroma of pancakes being made filled the apartment bringing a soft smile on your face.

You walked closer to the kitchen and glanced at the exit door. Sure, you could run now or maybe even sneak out without him noticing it, but you had some questions to ask and you couldn’t let them just be ignored.

- Arthur?

He startled and turned around to you with a look of surprise on his face.

- Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you.

- It’s alright... - he smiled at you as he moved out of the kitchen and stood in front of you. Blocking the exit door.

You wondered if he made that on purpose.

- Pancakes will be ready in a minute - he said and you nodded.

- I’ve been wondering something and I want to ask you this - you started glancing at him - Has anything happened between us?

He parted his lips and looked at you with complex emotions in his intense yet shy gaze. He shook his head slightly and looked down at the floor.

- No, nothing has happened - he murmured as he shut down his eyes as if he was too afraid to look at you. His posture was tense, his head bent downward and he slightly shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

This time you knew he wasn’t telling you the whole true.

- Arthur... I need to know. If anything has happened that you’re not tell-

This time he shook his head more vigorously and opened his eyes to look at you, but he didn’t look you in the eye.

- I was dreaming, that’s all. Nothing’s happened I swear. You were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up.

- You were dreaming about what? - you asked more out of curiosity than anything, before you realized that his dreams could had been related to one subject only.

What could had he possibly been dreaming about while laying half naked in a bed with a girl, pressing his body to hers?

He glanced at you as he slowly straightened up, his green eyes went dark as he kept the eye contact with you this time, an unspoken dangerous promise was hidden behind them. You saw a corner of his mouth slightly going up in a mischievous smirk.

His sudden change of demeanor was disturbing and alarming, but also, and you couldn’t deny it, hella exciting.

- You - he simply said in a low voice, with a kind of confidence you hadn’t seen in him before - I was dreaming about touching you.

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soulsdontbreaktheybeeend · 4 years

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You live to empty my lungs. Part 5 | Joker x You

Summary: A reunion which doesn’t let you decide between pain, desire, fear and lust.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

Words: 1,549

Anger and bewilderment that he hadn't left your apartment and was now sitting here on your sofa, vanished the second you had turned on the light and saw the suffering look in the eyes. Apologetically and literally screaming I’m sorry.

You were planning on grabbing him by the arm and throwing him out on his ear. The familiar sounds of his condition and oh that look in his eyes shot you back to a time when you were instantly at his side when that rare situation arose. Your thoughts fought against it and slowed you down, when your body had already taken a step forward to approach him, wanting to calm him down.

Your feet were now tied like when your eyes locked with his back in the park. Your body reacted to the constant fight between heart and head and the resulting excessive demands with trembling. Your uncertainty spread to your breathing, your knees weak.

You formed your hands into fists, hoping that this would stop the nervous reaction. When that didn't help, you folded your arms against your chest. Tight. Your left hand and its fingers clawed into your right ribcage, while your right hand squeezed your left upper arm almost painfully.

You literally tried to hold yourself together.

Breathe. Breathe Arthur… your mind repeatedly soothed him, as another voice in your head told you instantly to stop.

Joker couldn't take it anymore. His fit wasn't completely over when he got up and came at you.

As he did so, a tightening feeling settled on your chest. Your breath faltered. Not strong enough to keep eye contact, you let your gaze wander over random things in the room instead, avoiding his captivating eyes.

“Why did you come back?” You sounded helpless, desperate and your voice broke at the last word.

Not that you were completely over him or even forgot about him, but you felt all right in the last two months. That you could never forget him and that he had irrevocably taken a part of you with him, was more than clear to you. But his return threw everything into turmoil and old familiar wounds opened up. On your way to recovery, the same person who caused the road to be built in the first place, interrupted you and threw you right back to the very start.

Carefully he had stopped in front of you one or two steps away.

“I never meant to leave, y/n.” God, to hear the sound of your name from his lips again weakened your knees even more.

You didn't know how many more stabs your heart could take. You just wanted it to stop and your first thought was to simply send him away. Even though you knew that decision would only make the pain worse on the long run. The other would cure it, you had hoped deep down.

You scoffed and shook your head in disbelief at him.

“And it took you a year to figure that out?” You cried out. You were no longer able to control yourself, as you stared him deadly in his eyes and tried to ignore the suffering you witnessed in there, nevertheless.

As you involuntarily lost yourself in his eyes, you only noticed the soft and careful touch of his palm on your cheek when it was too late. His hands were shaking, too. His heart ached so deeply at the sight of you. He wanted nothing more than to erase your pain. The warmth and familiarity of his touch soothed you and made you angry at the same time. As soon as his trembling fingers started to caress your cheek, your hand shot into the air, yanking his hand away.

Your palms hit his chest repeatedly. They clenched more and more into fists with each impact. Your fingers clawed into the material of his shirt. Instead of fighting back, defending himself or catching your hands in his to stop you, Joker endured his punishment. Silently he took every single blow.

Your movements rocked his whole body. You shook him tirelessly as despair squeezed tears from you once again.

“Please just go!” You whimpered with the “o” stressed out into your next sob, inhaling deeply afterwards. Your exhausted body sank into his. Your words and your deed perfectly reflected the struggle that took place within you. Your grip on his shirt intensified at the same moment you had clearly commanded him to leave. He placed his hands over yours and pressed them firmly to his chest.

“The morning on the day we had then spent our last night together so lovingly, one of my men brought me a message that I had always hoped so much that it would never reach me. I had always feared it in the back of my mind. That it had become reality then, I still do not want to believe to this day. However, seconds after the message I knew what I had to do,” Joker began, ignoring your plea to leave. Your eyes roved over both of your hands on his chest, as your head grew full of questions about what he could possibly continue to tell you. You weren’t ready to meet his gaze yet.

“It was a matter of time before any of the mobsters would find out about your existence and therefore my weakness, darling. In the envelope that reached me that day, there was a letter whose text left me cold at first. I suspected they were bluffing. But when I discovered the photos in the envelope, I had no other choice. I had to make my decision. You were on the pictures, y/n. On your way to the grocery store, to work, in front of your apartment, at your favorite spot in the park. They had followed your every move and threatened me that…”

He still had to fight with himself one year later to be able to say, “…that they would hurt you.” When in fact he meant, kill. They threatened to kill you if he didn't give them what they wanted. But that was exactly what he could not do. He couldn't give it to them because he was the one who was bluffing all along; about a meaningless deal he allegedly made with one of Gotham's top underworld mobsters. At the time, he didn’t know what he was going to gamble with and most importantly, that it would fool and harm himself in the deepest way possible for the Clown Prince of Crime. Not to mention the fact that he was putting your life on the line with this bluff. Joker was completely submerged and off the grid for almost a year. Some of his men had joined up with gangsters from all over Gotham. Though none of them said a word about him, the media suspected the Clown Prince of Crime had fallen quietly and secretly in a scheme that kept the city's underworld to itself and devoured it like the garbage piles did the sidewalks.

No one had the slightest idea that Joker was very much alive and was quietly and secretly planning his biggest assassination yet in the shadow of the alleys. With all his men, who had been very loyal to him and supported him in his plan.

You loved me. You still loved me when you left.

The statement clung to your thoughts like a burdock on a cardigan, as you slowly lifted your head, now brave enough to meet his gaze. Yet now it was him who avoided your eyes. The shame that crushed him from within tilted his head sidewards away from you.

The initial relief you felt was masked again by doubts, when you asked him for explanatory extensions.

“You… you could have let me in on it,” you began. “You could ha-“

“I couldn’t,” he interrupted you, squeezing his eyes shut, deeply turning into a frown.

“You could have reached out to me or through one of your men, you could have…” You almost overheard his interruption, not bothered by it. How could you be, while your head filled up more and more with questions, and better solutions from second to second like the water did in a cave at high tide.

“You couldn't have at least let me know you were alive? You let everyone in this city believe you might be dead all this time. You let me believe that!” Your fingers clawed into the fabric of his shirt again, as you continued and raised your voice, only to feel it break again under your sobbing. “Do you even kn-“,

“I couldn’t!” He affirmed in a frustrated voice. His hands grabbed your cheeks and turned your head up a bit. His eyes now found and bore into yours as a shiver hissed through your whole body.

“I couldn’t, because I was too scared, y/n! It scared me to death they’d find a way to find out and…” His grip on your cheeks loosened when he no longer knew how to handle his feelings of guilt. He took a few steps back, his palms pressed against his face as he groaned. Shaking his head, he ran his hands through his hair.

Had the Clown Prince of Crime just admitted to be scared to death? By the thought of losing you?

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