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look at this skinny malnourished mf get this man a meal and a nap asap and some therapy while youre at it
#the mizi on his shirt 😭#and his little hairpin matches with ivans im losing it#but also baby him doing his little mating dance for mizi#i wonder if it worked#but hes so skinny!!#especially next to ivan yhe beefcake hes so skinny 😭#this lowkey supports my theory that the aliens maybe try to keep him deliberately weak since he is the most at risk for attacking/escaping#and thats harder if hes malnourished and exhausted#but also like hes the worst at self care too we know#ooogh poor little baby i want to adopt him#i can give you a better life little guy i swear#alien stage#alnst till
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“That’s Life” - Arthur Fleck x Reader
A/N: this is my first arthur fic so i hope i did him justice, i haven’t written fan fiction in a few years eek. let me know if you want to see more, my ask and messages are open! feedback is appreciated. (gif is not mine!)
Warnings: angst, fluff, thats literally it lol
Summary: Arthur returns home from Arkham State Mental Hospital after finding out the truth about his childhood.
Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader
Word count: 1,056
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Arthur had been gone for a while now. He said he had to run some errands, nothing out of the ordinary, but by now, it had been dark outside for at least an hour. You try not to worry, doing your best to focus on the pile of bills and paperwork in front of you. Jesus you thought. Has the electric bill always been this high?
Your thought is interrupted at the sound of the apartment door creaking open. Arthur sulks in without a word, shuts and locks the door, and peels his jacket off his soaking wet body. He slowly makes his way into the living room and joins you on the couch. Still silent. He is shaking.
“What happened, Arthur?”
You know something is wrong. You knew something was wrong the minute he stepped through the door. You gently take his hand in yours and rub his back with the other. His eyes are fixated on the floor and his dripping hair covers his face. His elbows rest on his knees, hands covering his eyes. You sit in the complete quiet for a moment.
“Artie, please talk to me. We don’t even have to discuss it, but please, say... something.”
He takes a long pause before speaking, breathing in and out deeply.
“I went to the psychiatric hospital today.” Arthur says in a hushed, shaky voice. “After reading my mother’s-“ he stops, choking on the word. “After reading my mother’s letter to Thomas Wayne, I needed to know the truth.” Arthur’s voice becomes more strained, and you know he is beginning to cry. His face is still covered by his mop of hair.
“T-they told me she was diagnosed with schizophrenia and narcissistic personality disorder when I was a child. That she was completely out of it. She... she abused me. She let her boyfriend abuse me, let him beat the both of us. They left me tied to a goddamn radiator, malnourished and alone.” He chuckles, deteriorating into a laughing fit within seconds. You stroke his hand, trying to calm him down.
You felt tears forming in your eyes. You knew Arthur’s childhood and life in general weren’t the happiest, but neither of you had ever imagined anything this awful. Why did he have to go snooping in his mother’s file? You secretly wished he hadn’t, believing ignorance would have been easier. He doesn’t deserve to feel like this.
The outburst passes quickly, and Arthur begins to cry harder, his breath becoming shakier as he continues. “And she isn’t even my real mother, Y/N.” he says, finally raising his head to look at you. “The adoption papers were in her file, too. My whole life has been a goddamn lie, and it’s her fault I’m suffering from these fucking disorders!” he shouts, slamming his fists on the coffee table. He buries his face in your neck and cries. You wrap him in a tight hug, planting kisses on his head and caressing his back. You don’t know what to say. What the hell are you supposed to say to your boyfriend when he finds out his life is ten times worse than you’d thought?
You let him cry for a moment before speaking, trying to conjure a response.
“I’m so.... so sorry, Arthur. You don’t deserve this. You deserve so much better than the shit life has thrown at you. I’m.... so sorry.”
“All I have is you and her.” he cries softly into your chest, still holding you tight. “I don’t have anything or anyone else.”
You softly run your hands through his dark, curly hair. “You still have me, and you always will, Arthur. I would never hurt you, never abandon you or-or leave you alone. You are too precious and too important, and nothing you’ve already gone through will ever happen again while I’m here. I’m promising you that right now, okay?”
He lifts his face from your chest, cheeks stained with tears and eyes red. You wipe the stains away with the sleeve of your shirt and take his face in your hands.
“You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.” You plant a soft kiss on his lips and take his hand, leading him up from the couch. You walk him to the bathroom and sit him on the side of the bathtub, grabbing a towel from the closet on your way in. You help him remove his wet t-shirt and bottoms and towel dry his hair gently as he stares blankly into space. “I’ll be right back.” you whisper, as you sneak into the bedroom to fetch him some dry clothes. He slowly steps into his pajama bottoms and pulls his t-shirt over his head.
“Isn’t that better?” you ask, hands around his waist. Still a bit spaced out, he replies with a sad smile, and you walk him to the bedroom, arm around his waist. You tuck him into bed, and neither of you says anything more, as you are both exhausted. There is nothing else to say. You climb into bed with him and kiss his head before drifting off, hoping the morning will be better.
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Arthur wakes up the next morning to an empty spot opposite him in bed. You are in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. You would normally wake him up around the same time, but after the events of last night, he seriously needed some rest.
He slowly slinks out of bed and into the kitchen. The sun is bright and the radio is on. Frank Sinatra’s “That’s Life” plays softly in the background as he hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek. “Feeling any better?” you ask hopefully. “I’m okay.” says Arthur. You turn to face him and bring him in for a hug. You sway together to the music
“I said, that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around.”
Arthur hums gently to the tune. “I won’t let it get me down” he sings. You laugh softly. He is so strong, you think. Even in his darkest hour, he manages to make you smile. It is in that moment you know that you’ll be able to get through this. Together.
#arthur fleck#joker#arthur fleck x reader#arthur fleck x you#joker x reader#joker x you#penny fleck#dc#joaquin#joaquin phoenix#joker (2019)
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