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ablackfangirlwrites · 3 years

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Jealous ll

Part 2!!!! I linked the sone again cause its a bop and I love it also heres pt one!

You had had enough

Thats what you kept telling yourself

As you got ready tonight

You weren't going sit in the house anymore waiting for keigo to show up whenever he felt like it

Tonight you were going out for you

You thought about how you used to have fun, how you used to be happy

And how miserable you had been lately and you decided

If Keigo didnt appreciate you anymore

Then you'd find someone who would

So thats why you found yourself looking in the mirror admiring how well you dressed up tonight to go out

You almost forgot how hot you were when you put in a little effort

You had originally stopped because keigo would tell you how beautiful and perfect you were without make up or anything

But now you were on the prowl for someone new to notice you and keigo's words meant little to nothing to you right now

Tonight you were gonna find someone to show you just a little bit of attention you craved so much and it wasnt going to be keigo

Just then you saw keigo staring at you from the reflection in mirror

he was home unusually eailer

"Dont you have to work?" You asked bitterly

"Where are you going?" He asked ignoring your statement

Sighed and rolling your eyes and picking up your purse you turned to him before leaving the bedroom, "Out. You don't have to wait up for me."

"You're being ridiculous y/n."

He said following you but you ignored him

"Y/n? Y/n?" He kept calling you, "You cant just go out an-"

"And why not?" You turned to him before you left the apartment, "according to you were not even really dating-"

"You know why that is." He told you seriously

You huffed out a fake laugh, "yeah, but its still okay for you to flirt with anyone?"

Keigo didnt respond to that making you chuckle, "Exactly...like I said im going out dont wait up." Then you slammed the door leaving.

You knew you were being unreasonable with him

You knew the two of you needed to just talk and make up

But you kept letting your anger from all your arguments cloud your judgment

Because you just wanted him to feel the same hurt and jealously you had been feeling more then anything

Keigo stared at the door you had just slammed

Things somehow got worse in the following days after your argument on your anniversary

You refused to talk to him

He tried to apologize to you but you basically brushed him off

Keigo wasn't sure what to think you said you hated him, you wouldnt sleep in the bed with him

Yet you hadn't packed up and left so that was good right?

But that distance that was growing between the two of you was wider then before

And he didnt know what to do to fix it

And now you were going out clearly dressed to find someone else

Did you really hate him? Had you really had enough of him?

Hell, he couldnt even blame you if you did he thought

You had put up with so much of him up until now

And maybe some of what you said the other night was true? Had he gotten too comfortable with you always being there?

But that was only because he loved you

Keigo was truly in love with you, and dispite you suspensions he never cheated on you

And he would never do that, you were the only one he wanted even now when you two seemed to be at each others throats

He still wanted you, and he couldn't picture his life without you

So thats why he ended up following you to the bar you were currently at

He made sure you hadnt noticed him staying in the back out of your sight

And he hated what he saw

He saw you having fun

You had met up with some of your girlfriends the three of you all laughing and drinking

You acting like you didnt have a care in the world, like the two of you didnt argue before you left out

Having a good time as if you didnt leave him alone in the house

He watched you dancing as though you were having the time of your life as other mean stared and gawked at you

He watched as a guy singled you out and was clearly flirting with you

And worst you let him and was encouraging him

You kept touching his shoulder laughing at his jokes letting him dance against you

Words couldnt describe the irritation he felt watching

He wanted nothing more then to rip that mans hands off you and fly away with you in his arms

But part of him felt like he deserved this

This feeling he had, was it how you felt?

If so he needed to fix this, was all that he could think

And he was about to go to you, but before he could someone called out his name

"Hey! Hawks is here!"

Fuck he said to himself when a crowd started to form around him

His eyes then connected with yours knowing you heard he was here

And for a moment he thought you were gonna come up to him

But instead you kept talking to the random guy ignoring him

Hawks wanted to go to you and talk to just take you back home

But was having trouble getting away from the crowd

He was all smiles talking to his fans but the whole time he kept his eyes on you

But somehow it became a battle to see who was going to be more stubborn

You continued to dance with the random guy, but now you knew keigo was here watching you

You convinced yourself not to care, you came here to have fun and he wasnt going to ruin it for you

But thats just what he was doing as you watched him talk to some random girl now

He was here to get under you skin, you were sure of it

But two could play this little game

Both of you having this little war with each other watching each other from across the room

And you couldnt lie you were enjoying it a bit

Seeing his eyes watching you, knowing he had to be feeling the sting of jealousy as another man held you close

But It all came to a head when you saw the girl he was dancing with lips on his neck

He wasnt looking at you when you saw that all his attention clearly on her

You couldn't deny the sharp feeling in your chest at the sight

And not wanting to see anymore you left the dance floor telling the guy you needed to go to the bathroom

Hawks pulled away from the handsy fan

Denying anymore of her advances

Yeah he had been trying to get under your skin now but thats was a bit much

But now when he looked up to find you again, only to see you were gone

His stomach sank

Where did you go? You had to had just seen that?

Did you leave with that guy? Hawks started to panic when he didnt seem him either

Where did you go? Why was he being so stupid just now? He should have just went to talk to you

Just then keigo noticed the guy you had been flirting with at the bar and went up to him

"The girl you were dancing with? Where'd she go?"

The guy looked at him like he was crazy "whats it too you?" He challenged him

But keigo wasnt in a playful mood and grabbed the man by the collar, "Answer the question asshole."

The guy quickly put his hands up in defeat, "she just said-

"Hawks?"

He heard his name called out and looked behing him to see you

"What are- you are so unbelievable." Yku shook your head storming off

You couldn't believe him he had the audacity to attack the guy you had been talking to

It didnt take much thought to figure out why

And it annoyed you to no end

So keigo could flirt and let girls kiss all over him but if you had a guy around you that was too much

He was such a hypocrite

You were angry your whole way back home

You stood in the mirror once you got back

But with a different feeling in your stomach then the feeling you had before you left

You felt defeated your plans of fun had been ruined and you felt like your back in the same spot you had been in

Hawks was giving you a little bit of space taking his time getting back home

Because now you were probably madder than before at him

When hr got in he saw you had just got out the shower

"Y/n..."

You heard him call out your name But you ignored him

Y/n, you have to listen to me."

You werent going to turned around but before you knew it he hugged you from behind

"Im sorry."

"Let go of me hawks." You spat out but he didnt budge

"Just listen to me y/n..."

"Why are we doing this to each other?" You asked quietly, "Why do you keep hurting me? What are we even doing? It clearly isnt wor-"

"Ive been an idiot, y/n."

Keigo buried his face in your neck, "I've been so stupid, but please please dont leave me."

You were trying to fight back tears, "I dont want to leave you keigo....but I cant-"

"Dont say you can't with me anymore. I need you." Keigo pleaded holding you tighter

You were so frustrated

You still loved him, you still wanted to be with him, because when things are good between you they're great

But the way your relationship had been it was becoming too much

But you wanted to stay with him

Because you loved him

You moved your hands and held on to his arms secretly enjoying his embrace that you missed so much

"I know you mean well keigo-"

"I love you so much y/n," keigo cut you off again, "I know ive been an asshole, ive been neglectful, ive been the worst, but dont give up on me. Please."

You finally turned around to face him and hugged him back

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as you did "I love you too keigo but I just cant do this- we keep hurting each other...thats not what your supposed to do to the people you love."

Keigo pulled back "You want me to tell everyone about us? I will." He told you, "You want me to tell you everything ive been doing I will, I promise you Ill to whatever it takes to fix us. I dont want to live the way we have anymore."

You knew he was serious and your heart leaped hearing his words but you werent sure

"You're the only one I want y/n" he said giving you a light kiss

Almost like he was asking for permission

"Ill do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He said inbetween kisses, "you're so important to me, im sorry i made you think you weren't."

You couldnt lie he was finally saying everything you wanted to hear

And you wanted to believe him

"You promise?" You asked him

"I promise."

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha hawks #mha hawks #bnha keigo #keigo takami x reader #my hero academia keigo takami #hawks x reader

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subarashiet · 4 years

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lifes been weird and sad , got so much stuff i wanna say dont even know if thats the right subred to but here goes.i m 18 , from Greece , first year in Uni and life is not the way i want it to bei live on my own , rent is being paid by mom and her husband , month pocket money given by dad and by my part time jobat some point in high school i understood that our school years were our most carefree years , tho only now do i really understand itman this post is gonna cramp my fingers shouldve used the pcused to hang out a lot till 2nd year of high school then in 3rd year cause of me studying more i was hanging out less , used to have around 4groups of ppl to hang around then only one , cliche but i wasnt anyone special in school , gotta mention i went to a music middle-high school , only highlights i remember are in 2th-3rd grade trading blows with a girl (think she was 5th grade) ,3rd grade kissing a girl in her cheek then running away from the boy-horde coming after me , 4th grade trading blows with a 6th grader ,6th grade punching a guy for calling names my little sis (we good now see him out we talk he a nice dud) , 9th grade a girl i had a chance with but fucked it up big time , 9th grade breaking a cello almost getting expelled ,12th grade playing bass at a concert in Thessaloniki with a music group of my schooldidnt really have many close friends but there were some from school and other places you can call closer friends , but now even with them i ve started to fade away which i cannot bear but i m the type of giving up and not trying until i m lategot laboratory this morning and this is gonna take a while hope i can get some sleepfeels weird using reddit to express my thoughts i even find it a bit cringy talking to myself but oh welli wanted to visit a physiatrist because i ve been so mentally tired that i think i might have crippling sadness xD but i tried to arrange that back in July-August pre my 18th bday so she said a parent was required to be present so i just kept all the stuff to myselfi was learning classic guitar from 1st grade to 8th still play to this day , in music school i kinda learned h2p electric but didnt practice enough to be able to play good , also know some pianobeen listening to post rock and mostly fate music these past 10 monthssucker for good anime tho i ve been out of it lately havent even finished my summer ones , oregairu has a nice ending from what i got spoiled fromanyway thing is i am sad most of the time , i try not to show it cause i like the stereotype of being the strong guy that everyone can depend on and almost never see being emotional and also like the cool tempered guy type , tho lately i ve been craving a lot of attention that i drop the act of the calm n cool sometimesthings with my parents didnt go to well these past years , only now i can say that we ve finally kinda calmed down , mom and dad started falling out of it around 8th grade cause lots of fighting , big sis kindof took the role of mother while on her teen years , feels like she had it much worse than me10th grade sis leaves home to go elsewhere to start studies for uni , i m left with ma and lil sis back homethen i understand that i have to be there for my little sis which also got in my school that year (3kids-3years difference each) so i tried to assume the role of the big brother but she was closer to her older sister than me , i was closer to my older sister as well , feels like i was doing my lil sis wrong but i cpould relate more to big sis and could chat with her more about stufflil sis didnt open up to me a lot even to this day , she has been a lot more comfortable with me through the years i think cause she told me something important recently , kinda feelsbadman tho cause i wanted to be closer to her and i kinda tried but i think not hard enough cause she didnt seem to get any closer , cried once about it in front of my mother which was the absoluteliest worst cause i didnt want her to see me being fragile jesustho even now that i m not home i talk to her play some among us tried making her start xenoverse 2 that didnt go farhave some friends from school , we would only go all together at internet cafes , but mostly 4 of em would go out togetherin my school i had some friends from scouts tooi have an insta , used to post "cool" pics kinda stopped cause i like looking cool in front of others but i havent been in the mood to try in around a year nowused to be in some conservatory guitar groups with some other kids there , with one girl from there i used to be quite in touch until recently that i stopped seeing her for some reasons maybe i ll explain l8rwe had fun and i really mean it , we used to go on trips to play songs on different cities and stages , our group became kinda known the 2-3 good active years we were active , it still is but these years were the originals , now there are other peoplefucking christ its 2:27started playing in that group with the originals in 2017 till 2019 , we were kids from different ages going from 6th to 10th graders but i didnt understand the different in our ages until recently that i found one of the guys from the group in my cityanother closer friend is a guy from my school , met him in grade 7 still talk to him , used to sit together most of the years pretty neat guy , peculiar character but really interesting kind smart and hard workingman why couldnt my teen years be like shirou from fsn that would be awesomehad entrance exams 4-5 months ago , didnt really go as planned , shooted for Corfu didnt get in cause rather than 15 i got 10 in my last exam so i m still in my city , tho i live alone and go to my local uni insteadJuly 2019 i moved out of my old house moved in with ma and her husband with my sis , stayed there till september then till june-july 2020 i was living with my fathertbh i decided to write this post after watching a vid of Korone talking about Okayu thinking that i ve never been in an actual relationship and that i eould want to experience that but dont know where to start from , losing weight ? becoming outgoing again ? learn how to talk to girls ?i started watching anime back in 2015 on my 3ds i remember watching dubbed Inazuma Elevensince like 2 weeks ago i reached 201 anime completedok i ll stop here for tonight cause i got online uni classes tmrw i keep stimestamps for whenever i finally post this -Tuesday 3/11/2020 02:41used to be around 85-90kg in 12th grade , put on around 20-28 kilos since March 2020 , managed to lose 8-10 kilos in the summer but i m still around 30kilos up from the normal amount based on my height , got a subscription to a gym jan2019 but only managed to get into it for a short period on spring 2019 then autumn 2019 then lost motivation and let go , since March2020 i ve been doing some weights at home , tho when i look at myself in the mirror it doesnt really change how bad i feel about my body , i think my old motivation used to be a girl i used to have a crush on but not surethings with my parents werent all that great and i was mentally better when i would talk with them , they are openminded af and supportive too but puberty makes you see stuff differently like everyone is against you like the world is against you (last one might be true dunno yet) , living on my own now seems to be a bit better but as our Greek ancestors used to say theres no good without bad and the bad in this scenario is that its lonely as fuck , having lived for 18 years with my family it really hits a weird spot , everything feels lonelier now with the virus spreading around not being able to see others as much as we used to , uni doesnt feel nice , many people dont pay attention and its like the second half of 12th grade all over againgot my monthly money 4days ago , went from 200 to 9.28 quickly , when i have money i spend when i dont i m stingy , mostly like to build computers , watch lots of Linus , Paul , Kyle , Jay etc. most of my money goes to buying stuff about computers food , used to give lots of money to internet cafes when i used to hang out with the guys from school , not anymorewith the start of uni we all met new friends even i but i still feel like i am drifting apart day by day , stopped talking to my old girl friend cause i was kinda done with her attitude , called me some names i didnt appreciate because i put up with her attitude , most of the time in her own world , only would really pay attention and try to change herself when it was something she cared about , one of them wasnt her character , but to give the goods of her she was a good friend dont know if i can say she still is a friend or just someone i know , she helped me even with the girl i had a crush on , was really fun on trips with the guitar group , all in all a fun person , thing is i stopped texting her and telling her to go out cause it was 80% me trying and the other 20% her and i think that proved right when i stopped talking to her cause i thought she will see that i m not talking to her she ll think somethings wrong she ll message me to go out and have fun , send me a happy bday message posted some pics of me , didnt send me anything else after , stopped talking to her around the start of October , if i hadnt asked her something about her uni and if it wasnt my bday i dont think we wouldve talked in all of october . last saturday i was working in the area she lives in my city decided to call her sometimes didnt answer tried to suprise her and see how she is by going to her house , noone answered maybe they were on a trip idk , but it feels weird man , in the first half of the year me and a common friend of her and me went out one night , ended up being the bad guy to make her understand that she did something wrong that night , after she left i was left with our common friend talked about stuff and mostly her and i expressed myself , i knew that coming summer me and her would end up at different places so i wanted to tell her all the wrongs with her so that she could finally understand what i ve been putting up against and make her understand that she HAS to pay attention to people around her and that she will meet new people and that she ll have to be careful about her character , used to have a bit of crush on her back in 7th grade , can kinda understand why that went . On the other hand i didnt want to part ways with her with our last words being me ranting , one thing brought the other and she wont be going to her uni's city until early 2021 so i managed to go out with her some more in the summer and september . kinda feels bad to see that almost noone remembered my bday cause i remember in cram school when someone had their bday they would get a fucking cake , dont mistake me i got one , from my ma my two sisters and my moms husband , thing is i wanted to have something happen with friends , nothing happend , around 4 people remembered my bday and the others just send me some happy bday messages after seeing posts from the girl i m talking about .also heres a good song to listen to while reading stuff on reddit Sorrow from FSN by MN64 cant post links from what i understandgonna stop here for now might edit later -Tuesday 3/11/2020 15:15thing is reddit is not the right place to get help and i need a friend but it seems i cant get any from my friends , even my other friend the guy i used to sit with in all middle-high school he has drifted apart , talking more with other of his friends doing other stuff etc , that one time i needed to talk to him he said i ll call you in a while , waitied 1 and a half hour then asked him why he didnt call he said he forgot (i think) , feelsbadmananyway i dont think i m gonna keep editing this i ranted enough , gonna leave the post up for a day or so in case anyone wants to add anything then taking it down -Tuesday 3/11/2020 23:58

#personal rant #confession

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sastrugie · 4 years

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my christmas break starts this friday as well! what’s up with your coworker? have her test results come back? is she doing okay?

alright, so my fav topics include:

- the russian revolution, as already stated :D

- the cold war (mostly from the east european point of view)

- the tudors

- victorian era england

i also really love peaky blinders (the show) and i occasionally enjoy reading about how different gangs operated back in those days but i don’t know much lmao

also, monarchy is just such a terrible system but i completely get your interest in the people! for example, i also adore reading and learning about the tudors and the romanovs but only as a part of history and not because i’m such a big fan of the monarchy? lmao if that makes sense.

and like, i lowkey get why the bolsheviks thought they needed to assassinate the whole family but it’s also really sketchy, dude ://

i think i like britain’s history just because it’s so rich and influential, but like we simply can’t ignore the fucked up shit they’ve done through the centuries. so again, i enjoy it but mostly because i love judging them for their actions lmao

and to answer your question, i don’t really know if i have many historical favs? i feel like i enjoy way too many problematic people lmao. nevertheless, the ones i’m most interested in atm are: lenin (shockers), anne boleyn, anne bonny, malcolm x - this list shifts constantly depending on my mood though.

oh shush you, i’m sure your style is bombing based on everything i just read :)

lmao i actually do that sometimes, but mostly in my mother tongue! but i also just love shakespearean insults in english, those are impeccable

and merci beaucoup! good luck with russian; maybe you’ll be able teach me a few phrases in the future :D

ooh what are you studying atm? if you don’t mind sharing, that is.

and me, i’d like to become a psychologist some day, so that’s pretty far from history as well haha but i never want the enthusiasm to die ever and i’m really loving how the two of us can just scream to each other about history in every single ask/answer :D

thank you so much for these beautiful recommendations, i’ll definitely check them out!!

here are some of mine:

books:

- maria stuart by stefan zweig (german author, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to find it!!)

- red crosses by sasha filipenko (fiction about the stalinist regime)

- the age of light by whitney scharer (historical fiction again lmao; tells the story of photographers lee miller and man ray’s romance in the 30s with little snippets into wwii through lee’s pov; the writing was stunning)

- sapiens by yuval noah harari (basically the history of mankind; so informative and enjoyable, i adored it)

- the real peaky blinders by carl chinn (what the title says, really; the actual gangs of birmingham and their not so shiny careers)

these are the best ones i read in 2020 but i’ll let you know if i remember any of my other reads!!

i also haven’t read any actual books about the 1917 revolution because i haven’t really had the chance to go to the library yet and i’ve been busy doing my research on the internet haha (it’s a fairly new hyperfixation of mine, to be frank). however, i’ll hit you up if i find anything worthwhile <3

documentaries:

- the russian revolution (the title speaks for itself lmao)

- genius of the modern world (3-part docuseries about marx, nietzsche and freud)

- world war ii in colour (lmao just a classic, innit)

- secrets of great british castles

- the last tzars (tho i’m pretty sure you’re quite familiar with this one haha)

- forbidden history

- secrets of the six wives

- anything by lucy worsley, tbh

these are all off the top of my head but again, i’ll let you know if i remember any more!!

oml i apologise for the long message and i hope your week is going well :D

dont apologize for long messages! <3 im always happy to talk to you

sadly her test was positive UGH which means i have to get myself tested too (today) and if the worst case happens: i´ll have to spend christmas alone in my student flat bc then i obviously cant go home to my family (my grandparents live there..) so yeah, today 14:20 o clock... i have the test :( cross your fingers for me pls huhuhu

thats cool that we have the russian revolution and vicxtorian era as common interest ^^ i read a book recently its called “the ordeal” and its a triology written by alexej tolstoi during the times of the revolution. its a story about two sister and their love interests during the war times and its really good!!!

oh i barely know anything about the tudors! pls hmu

ah yes.. the cold war... i have to admit im rather interested in the music and sociology of the cold war times but the political stuff is super interesting too! esp as you said from an east european view, so we can talk about that too!

yep. monarchy sucks! i understanbd from like a logical point of view why they shot them all, but the human side of me thinks its just cruel.. i mean yeah tsar nicholas wasnt a good politician but he wasnt a bad person either. but yeah, a difficult topic.. tbh he´s the only romanov im really interested in (i really dislike his wife alexandra tho lmao) hbu?

leninnn :D i kinda excpected that! i havent really read much about him but he seems to be an interesting person! and who is anne boyd? malcom X yes! im really interested into the civil rights movement as well. I really like martin luther king jr.

englands history really fascinates me, and i honestly cant tell you why... but it is what is is hahhaa! nand duuudeeee omg they fucked so many shit up.. the british are a funny nation. but honestly none is unproblematic and every nation screwed up big time once:D judging is really important when youre intereste din history! like im interested in king george and queen mary but not solely for political reasons, more actually for their personal lives and victorian times and how they were as a couple, but i know... they did bad stuff too!

omg teach me some shakespearean insults pls! i only know a few victorian ones! and a bit of sixties slang :D

im gonna reblog this and add some russian phrases bc my russian keyboard in on my phone :) but i use duolingo so the sentences are ... really weird lmao

im studying physical geography in Erlangen right now and am in my 7th semester.) im actually writing my bachelor thesis rn UGHHHHHHH

ohhhhh psychology is cool!! im really intersted in it, sadly i cant ever be one bc i suffer from poor mental health too much myself, in fact i have an appointment my therapist in a few minutes haha BUT i think youre super trustworthy and nice and easy to talk to so these are really good qualities for a therapist <3<3<3<3

AHHHHHHHHHHH THANKS!!

i already read sapiens! its so good! and i know maria stuart by schiller haha but oml i love stefan zweig so imma add it on my list

ok and i will watch ALL of these (except the last tsars bc yeah i already saw it! and liked it ... kinda .. i didnt like the actor they chose for nicky, he didnt remind me of him at all)

i have alot of historical fiction books to recomment too:

if you like ww2 “a time to live and a time to die”

ww1: “all quiet on the western front”

russian revolution and war time “the ordeal”

“intrige” by robert harris is also good (france 1896)

oh and documentary wise:

they shall not grow old is a coloured ww1 docu!

thank you so much for everything again i love talking to you :) have a nice day <3 (sorry for typos i was in a hurry)

#r #anon #secret santa #nice ppl

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twinfanfics · 6 years

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Taiyamaweek Scare stories

I´m a little late but technically still in time

Sumary: Takeru convice Taichi to dare his brother to the haunted house

Taichi remains himself to breath, to focus, to for the love of god at least said something

“Hi” He finally articulate after a few seconds of complete silent

“Hey” Yamato respond barely notice his confusion, the cape move around his shoulders making him look taller, when he become so damn tall? since when was Yamato Taller than him? something about the fangs make him crazy uncomfortable; those things look incredible real… the messy hair and… was he wearing mascara?

How was he supposed to function with Vampire Yamato exist so near to him?

“Is not funny¡” Hikari complain and he could swear Tailmon growl at them but Yamato didn’t paid attention, he was complete commit with his character of “stoic vampire” he surely didn’t realize Hikari´s despise, and to be honest Taichi couldn´t care less.

“Don’t be like that¡” Gabumon respond wearing a tiny cape, in the most adorable costume ever, Taichi almost feel embarrassing for his poor election of a mummy, the toilet paper seems like the cheaper option a few hours ago but just now he regret his decision.

The school festival was gorgeous, the students put together some amazing stands, and like the supportive big brother he was he was there to buy stuff in his little sister event and hung out with his friends, the other must be around, maybe they could distract him for the gorgeous vision that was Yamato on his costume.

Some of his futbol teammates were near to the haunted house and Taichi saw it as an opportunity to forget about Yamato, but it didn’t last long, Agumon was hungry and they separe to feed the hungry dinosaur; he was beginning to relax when he spot him again, chatting with his friends next to the stage, surely complain about the bands who plays at the festival.

“You should take a picture” someone said behind him “It will last a little longer ” he turn around recognizing Takeru´s voice

“Shut up” he couldn´t hide his embarrassing “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Taichi mumble but Takeru rise his eyebrow “you have to admit that is a really good costume”

“are you aware that i´m wearing the exact same costume right?”

“what? no..”

“Yes, we actually bought them at the same time, at the same store”

“Is not the same.. and ” but Takeru was right, unfortunately he didn’t have the elegance of his big brother “ well.. you know… it’s look different in someone taller”

“Different how?” Takeru was having a great time, he has never seen Taichi that nervous “did he look better?”

“I didn’t said better but yes, you know.. “ he struggle with words and take him a solid two minutes to figure out that Takeru was making fun of him,

“Did you wanna an advise?”

“Change my name, moving out and pretend that i never exist?”

“What?”

“Yea you are right it would never work…”

“The bravest person i know…” he murmur “ anyways, when you surpass you self pity ask my brother to the haunted house”

“What? why?”

“just do it, he would said no at first but i´m sure that if you dare him he would accept, have fun¡”

Taichi doubt, but again he has nothing to lose , he walks to Yamato, for his amusement they were already talking about the haunted house

“Haunted house are lame…”

“come on man! your brother made it”

“I dare you” he smile, interrupting their conversation with that petulant smile he knew Yamato hates

“You what? “ that nervous laughs, he didn’t see him coming “you dare me? what is this middle school? are we ten again and nobody tell me?”

“Maybe” Taichi rest next to him, he knew he would said no in front on his friends

“O come on¡” Yamato try to shake it off, acting like if it wasn’t important and fails miserably, Taichi get surprise usually his friend was better on hiding his feelings

“So you are afraid..” he taunt

“pst.. i´m not afraid.. i.. i.. “ he was getting without arguments “ Ok, you now what? just go to the stupid haunted house”

Takeru was practically crying of joy when they bought the tickets,Taichi star to have second thoughts whatsoever at soon as they enter to the first room he get disappointed.

Yes it was a god job, but a highschool job after all, the paint still look fresh and the props looks, well like props; nothing on that fake skeleton was scary, meaby the light give a certain tone but not enough to scare him.

The graves move slightly, the light flash and a sinister laugh sound, Taichi look around and almost catch one of Takeru´s classmate hiding behind some black curtain

Well at least the spiders on the ceiling look reals,, points for that.

He turn to Yamato expecting the same disappointing than him, but instead he find him in an awkward position, his shoulder raise up, his cape almost cover all his body, his teeth were clenching and his beautiful blue eyes shake in the darkness

Are you ok?” before he could finish the skeleton rise and Yamato jumps next to him, holding his arm with strength

“said nothing!” he yells, losing his usual self, but Taichi don’t complain, no when his finger tangled so hard against his arm “hell, just keep walking”

And he did, his heart beat faster not at cause of the bad special effects or the creepy music, but because Yamato glue to him like a shadow, a beautiful, elegant and complete terrified shadow.

An old witch appear at the center of the room and Yamato hide his face over Taichi´s right shoulder, breathing over his neck. the thin toilet paper wasnt enough to cover the heat of his mouth, dam if he must calm down, but Yamato didn’t chill out in all the traject on contrary, by the end he remains with the eyes close and both hands tangled to Taichi´s arm.

It was absurd

He had seen Yamato stoic in front of actual danger, smile while rise in a giant wolf at inhuman speed, fight and win against real digi ghost and demons.

Why a fake witch make him lose control like that?

He must restrain himself to comfort him, he wants to hug him and tell him that everything will be fine but feel ridiculist to enter on his protective herself for a bunch of halloween decorations.

They approach the exit when a giant spider fell from the ceiling, for the record the first thing than manage to surprise him, sadly his impulsive nature take control and he punch the dam creature with full force, breaking the mechanism on the procest.

Chaos

Some cartboards fall over them, the light flash even faster, the dam spider hit his head making him stumble, it wasn’t much but it’s hurt

“Guys! are you ok?” they hear Takeru voice “can you reach the exit?”

“I think so” Yamato response in a so much composo voice “but i think Taichi is hurt” he get down to check the injure “Are you ok?”

Taichi stay stunned, that was the Yamato he knows

“Is nothing”

“You are bleeding!” Taichi has hear Yamato scream and stutter for the past minutes, still he sound much more scared than before.

The blonde tore his cape and tangled the piece over his head, his hand, dam his hole body was trembling, but that didn’t stop him.

“Can you stand up?”

“Of course i can!” Taichi replied but still Yamato help him

Yamato avoid the looking at the walls, he was focus on the exit; Takeru apologize once they get out.

“Don’t worry” Taichi insist “it was completely my fault, i punch that thing”

He was fine, his injure didn’t hurt that much, but when Yamato offered to walk him home he did not say no

For the so many years they had been friends Taichi was really proud to know Yamato very well, with the exception of Takeru he could assure that he was the best one in predict and explain his behavior, so why his reaction to the haunted house take him by surprise?

Taichi remember Yamato battles, the danger they surpass, was he scare in every single step? if that was the case it never show, or maybe… maybe it was the fear what make him cry in that frozen island, maybe it was the fear what yell at him in the night of the fireplace, but if so many things scare Yamato why it was the first time he saw him clenching and trembling?

Well, for the same reason he react when the spider hit him.

Yamato was scare of the haunted house because he could, because his fear at the haunted house couldn´t kill him.

“You can laugh” Yamato cut his inner thought

“What?”

“I´ll not be angry just do it alright!”

Taichi repressed a smile, even when the torn cape and the mad expression Yamato was

astounding

“Why i would laught?” he taunt “ i hit my head Yamato, what part of that is funny?”

The softest on his face worth more than a hundred of jokes, beside, the true was that Yamato wasn´t the only one in fear, Taichi himself had been doubting all night; but no more

“You look good”

“What?”

“I mean you, you look you know” it was to late to stand back “ your costume, You look handsome on your costume!”

The red cover every inch of his friend face

“How hard did you hit your head?”

“shut up you idiot! i´m giving you a compliment!”

“Well thanks i guess” Yamato look everywhere but at him “you look fine too”

“Shut up you liar…”

Finally both of them laught, been afraid it wasn´t so bad as long as they were not alone

#taiyamaweek #taiyama #digimon #i have no self control

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x-parallel-dimension-x · 7 years

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Ashley Purdy

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Y/N P.O.V

you stumble into the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of coffee. you had not long broken up with your boyrfriend Ashley Purdy from Black Veil Brides. it wasn’t working out, mainly because he was always at the bar after rehearsals and never spending time with you. you loved him you truly did but you couldnt be with someone if they didnt care enough to come home to you. you had been thinking about him ll the time but always ended up crying.the moments you did spend together were perfect and you couldnt ask for anything better. you hadn’t actually managed to delete his number from your phone either.

sitting down on your grey and black couch you put the tv on and watch Rick and Morty. you pull a blanket over your now shivering body and sip your coffee. you hear your phone ringing in the bedroom so you get up off of the couch and walk to the bedroom. before you could get there it stops ringing and a voicemail is left.

“y/n i know you probably dont want to talk to me right now but i just need to talk to you. please call me back when you get this.”

your eyes were threatened with tears as you stared blankly at your phone.you fell to the floor now with tears streaming down your cheeks creating a puddle on the floor.your phone dropped from your hands, but luckily didnt break, and you tried to become calm again. just hearing Ashleys voice made you break down. you hadnt left him at the best of times so you knew you had to talk to him to sort it out but you just didnt think you were ready yet.

you pick your phone up off of the floor and walk back into the living room to carry on watching Rick and Morty. after it finished you turn the tv off and washed your cup up. walking into the bedroom you once shared with Ashley you pull out some black skinny jeans, an Avenged Sevenfold band tee, black studded boots and a leather jacket.you put on a beanie as your hair was messy and got your back pack. you messaged your best friend Ash Costello (from new years day) seeing if she wants to meet up. you got a reply almost straight away.

sure thing just come to mine when you’re ready

ok, im on my way

you get in your car and drive to Ash’s house. you pull up in the drive way and get out. you didn’t even have to knock before she opened the door and came running towards you to give you a hug. you hadn’t really gone out since the breakup so she was excited to see you.

“how are you holding up?”

“by my legs”

“so you’re still your same old sarcastic self”

“what made you think i was gonna change?”

she laughed and then you walked inside. you saw jimmy with the cat and waved to him.

“hey y/n”

Ash handed you a drink and asked for you to tell her everything. you did and then you changed topic. you was telling her about your last tour and everything that happened.

“wait, so you were sleeping and killer decided to pour freezing cold water over you and then lay on you?”

“yeah, although he was drunk”

she laughed https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=ash+costello+gifs&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjPnNz2qZXXAhXM1hoKHRA_D4IQ_AUICigB&biw=1366&bih=654#imgrc=pJTLloaQLL3ELM: and you were happy to be talking to her. your phone started ringing again but you ignored it as you wanted to spend the day with Ash. you knew who it was going to be.

“is he still tyring to call you?”

“yeah”

you smile weakly and put your phone back in your pocket.

“let go shopping”

“ok where ar ewe going?”

she gave you a very serious but smirky look which you knew very well.

“Hot topic!”

you both shouted at the same time.

“ok lets go”

you drove as Ash’s car was still being repaired. you parked the car and got out. Ash hooked your arm and lead you towards the shop. you saw two boys outside hot topic headbanging as they were playing Bring Me The Horizon. one of the boys were filming it so im guessing they were doing it for fun. you walked in and then Jake, shop assisstant and your other best friend, came runnng over to you. he gave you a hug.

“are you ok?”

“yeah Ash thought we should come shopping to make me feel better”

he smiled at Ash and then went back to work. you looked through everything and then bought some band tees. your phone started ringing again so you looked at Ash.

“answer it he isnt going to leave you alone if you dont answer”

“you sure?”

“yeah”

“okay”

you took your phone out of your pocket and answered it

“Ashley”

“y/n i know you dont want to talk to me but i need to talk to you”

“are you drunk?”

“no”

you could hear the guys in the background shouting at him

“guys shut up im on the phone!”

“look if now is not a good time then phone me later and then we can talk”

“can you come over?”

“when?”

“now”

“im with Ash at the minute, i’ll come over when i’m finished”

“ok”

he ended the call so you went back to Ash who was taking pictures with some fans. they gasped when they saw you

“y/n we love your band!”

“thanks”

they walked off so you and Ash got back in your car and went back to her house.

“right im going to love you both and leave you. i have to sort the mess out “

“and by that you mean go and sort things out with Ashley?”

you nod slowly and look at the floor

“just make sure he doesn’t break your heart otherwise i’ll break the next important thing in his life that isn’t you. his guitars”

you smile and walk out. you sat in your car and put some music on whilst driving over to Ashley’s house. when you arrived you noticed Andy and CC’s cars on the front so you guessed they were still there. you got out of your car and locked it. you walked to the door and hesitated before knocking and waiting for someone to answer.

Andy opened the door. he had a beer in his hand and he was slurring his words so you knew he was drunk. you just hoped Ashley wasn’t.

“y/n’s here!”

the boys all cheered except one. you knew Ashley probably would be drunk and most likely being stupid but when you walked in you didn’t see Ashley. CC was the only one sober

“hey y/n he’s in the kitchen”

“thanks CC”

you walk into the kitchen to see Ashley with his head on the table and you noticed a puddle beneathe his arm. he looked at you and you could tell he was crying. you had never seen him cry so you didn’t really know how to react.

“Ashley i’m so sorry”

“you dont have anything to be sorry for. it’s me who should be apologizing, i was the one getting drunk everyday and not spending time with you. i was the one who caused this relationship to end.”

he stood up and walked closer to you. you gave him a hug and to be surprised he actually wasn’t drunk.

“i never thought i’d see you cry though”

“i never thought you’d tallk to me again”

“of course i would talk to you again i just wasn’t ready before”

he hugged you tighter and you frowned

“is this how it’s been since it ended?”

“yeah”

“oh im really sorry”

“can we try again?”

“yeah i just wanna spend more time with you that’s all im asking”

“i know”

he placed a kiss on the top of your headand you smiled.

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2 years later.

Ashley’s p.o.v

y/n was at the studio recording with her band and i was at home. the past 2 years have been amazing. as promised i had scheduled times to go out and so did y/n although she only went to Ash’s house becuase she didn’t drink. i knew y/n had an upcoming tour so i just wanted to make sure everything was perfect between us before she left. the boys had been helping me plan this and also Ash had helped a bit. the guys were in the garden wrapping the lights around the trees and setting a candle trail. Ash and jimmy were in the kitchen cooking food and i was setting the blanket out on the grass along with some wine glasses and apple juice. my phone was ringing inside so i ran to get it

“hey babe. im on my way home”

“okay love you”

“love you too”

i put my phone on charge and helped more as she wasnt that far away. everyone was going to hide and surprise her. we finished putting everything in place and then they all hid. i sat on the couch and waited for y/n to come in the door. her car pulled up on the driveway so i stood by the door ready to cover her eyes. she opened the door and walked in. i stood behind her and put my hands over her eyes.

“hey to you too”

“hey” I led her outside and counted down to one

“three.....two.....one! surprise”

she was speechless and happy.she turned to me and smiled

“you did this for me”

“yeah”

“thank you”

“welcome”

she gave me a hug and sat down on the blanket.

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time skip an hour or something like that.

“why did you do all this?”

“because you’re going on tour soon and that means we wont be able to see each other for a few months and i wanted to make sure everything was perfect before you left”

“it is perfect”

“almost”

she gave me a confused look whilst i got her present from the kitchen draw.

“ashley what’s that”

“y/n i know we didn’t start off in the best way but i want to make sure that when i die i die with you. will you marry me?”

“yes”

a tear rolled down her cheek as i put the ring on her finger. i went inside and got everyone.

“she said yes”

they all cheered and gave us both a hug

“so these helped aswell?”

“i couldnt do all this by myself”

she laughed and i couldnt have been happier

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#ashley purdy imagine #ash costello #jimmy trigger #black veil brides #hot topic #music

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

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Hi sweety!🥰 could you please develope a prompt where x reader goes to Arthur's apartment for a coffee (they're only friends maybe?) and then she forgot her sweater (🥺) by him. so the next day he goes to her apartment to bring the sweater back to her. And idk if you want to add some cuddles or a cold weather and a warm tea🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much

Oh sweetheart, your request warmed my heart and it was so much fun to write it. You know I have a weakness for sweater stories when it comes to our sweet Artie.Thank you so much. I really really hope you like it.

Pressing that elevator button felt different, knowing that you wouldnt go into your own apartment but ringing the bell on Arthur`s door. You knew each other since you moved into this building a few months ago but it took you weeks to finally make the first move and talk to him.

Arthur was a very shy man with intense eyes and a beautiful smile, which was hiding so much pain. You could tell from the way he was making jokes that he was sad. He was the kind of person who wanted to make others happy because he couldnt find happiness himself. Observing his loneliness made you sad. It hurt you to see that a wonderful man like him was all alone. Every since his mother was commited to Arkham state hospital he lived a lonely life in his dark apartment. Sometimes you could hear him laugh through the walls. It was a different kind of laughter, almost like he was in pain. One day he started laughing out of the blue and he handed this card to you, which said something about a condition. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was too shy to interact with people. You have never seen him with someone else. Being his only friend felt special. Thats what you were. Friends. At least you thought so. Arthur never showed any kind of interest in being more than that. He was always very friendly, awkwardly shy and incredibly sad. Even when he was funny. Especially ehen he was funny.

You walked down the halls with a racing heart. You fell hard for this beautiful, sad soul. Just the thought of meeting up with him for a coffee made your knees weak. If only he knew if you were in love with him. But how could you vere tell him without risking his freindship? Maybe he prefered to be alone. Arthur always seemed like he could be scared away easily and you didnt wanted to. Just sitting beside him on his couch, feeling his presence was a gift. You could never risk to lose that.

Meeting up for a coffee after work was something you used to do pretty often now. Sometimes he would take you to the donut shop, even though he never ate one, but this time he invited you to come over to his place. Which felt so much more intimate.

You took a deep breath as you rang the doorbell.

"Coming" Arturs soft voice sounded like he was already smiling.

He opened the door. His brown curls matched his worn out chestnut sweater. A cigarette was tugged between his thin lips. He looked tired but his natural beauty was almost hurtful.

"Hi Y/N." his smile exposed his crooked tooth, which reminded you of how many nights you yearned for him to kiss you.

"Hey Arthur. I`m sorry I´m a bit late. I had to work longer today. "

"Its fine. I mean...I won`t go anywhere. I`m....here..." for a brief moment there was an awkward silence between the two of you. Then he turned around "Sit down...I mean....." he ran his fingers through his hair, appearently nervous ".....make yourself at home. I`ll make some coffee."

He headed into the kitchen while you sat down on the couch and took off your sweater.It was cold outside.Gotham city wasnt very pleasent during wintertime. The cold easily managed to get to your bones.

It was the 3rd time you every sat here. The fabric was old and faded, yellow and blue pillows decorated the corners. Along with flowery and green sheets. Everything smelled like him. The scent of passion and romance. You always imagined Arthur to be a very romantic lover. The thought of that made you blush while he came back from the kitchen to hand you a hot cup of coffee.

"I`m sorry I only have these self made Murray Franklin show cups to offer you. Kinda embarassing." He took a sip of his own cup which looked exactly like yours , except for the handwritten letters looking a bit more shaky.

You turned the cup in yor hands "I think thats pretty sweet actually. Making your own cups of your fave tv show".

Arthurs eyes pierced you while he took another sip. The color of his eyes was everything.

"Yeah?"

"Sure!"

"You`re the only one who thinks so" he lit himself another cig and took a deep drag. His eyelids fluttered for a second. Details. details everywhere. Arthur was like a museum of details.

"My mother thought it was stupid. She said it reminds her of the fact that we dont even have enough money to buy the real cup."

You gave him a serious look "No, I really think its a creative thing to do. You are a creative guy."

His face lighted up "You think i´m crative? "

"Sure. You do write your own jokes, right?"

"Mhhh hmmmm, yeah"

"See? Very creative."

"Maybe I am" Arthurs left leg started bouncing and you caught yourself thinking how nice it would be to place your hand on his knee and make it stop by calming him down. You imagined how the fabric of his blue pants would feel under your fingertips. Or his naked skin...

Arthur sat close beside you, yet not close enough for his knee or arm to touch yours. You thought about how you could possibly touch him by accident. Feeling the fabcric of his clothes or his bare skin stroking yours was all you could think about.

He put the cup back on the table and looked at you in a way he never did before. His eyes focused you without blinking. Like the shyness within him was gone for a brief moment. You tried to mirror his stare, but it was impossible to look into his eyes without fighting the urge to grab his face and kiss him. So you focused on the curl that was dancing in his neck instead. Not a good idea as well. Looking at this vulnerable part of his body only made you yearn for more.

You caught yourself looking away, which made you hate yourself. How could you possibly turn your head away when he was finally looking at you like that?

"You`re a party clown right?"

Arthur finally blinked "Yeah."

"I`d love to see some of your acts some day"

"I also do stand up comedy. Maybe you`ll come to Pogos when I perform next week?"

"Ohh Arthur, I would love that" and all of te sudden your hand was resting on his thigh. Arthurs muscles twitched under your soft touch. Like he wasnt used to being touched at all.

His smile said more than a thousand words "Wow, thats great news. I would love to see you in the audience. I will try to give my best performance for you. You know what Y/N? I´m gonna write a joke especially for you. Would you like that?"

Your hand was still on his leg. Touching him was magical. Like your hand was always supposed to be there. You nodded. Unable to say a word.

He looked at the back of yor hand like he couldnt belive that someone was actually resting his hand on him. You could tell from his eyes how touch starved he was.

All of the sudden Arthur got up. Your hand falling off his leg felt wrong.

"So I think I better work on that jokes now." he mumbled while he headed to his desk.

Right now? You felt the disappointment rising in your heart. He wanted you to leave?

"They better be good if you`re gonna be a part of the audience!" he added.

"Okay Arthur. It was nice to have a coffee with you. Im sure your new jokes will turn out incredibly funny.""

He smiled his sweetest smile while he grabbed the pen, looking like he was already about to concentrate.

"You know, I wrote this joke last night but I havent figured out the punchline yet. Punshlines are important. And facial expessions. I feel like I always get them wrong. And I have to look into peoples eyes more often."

"Sounds like a great plan, Arthur. "

"Thank you Y/N. I`m trying. I really do."

"I know"

"I want my stand ups to be good enough for the big clubs." he pressed his journal to his chest.

"I`m sure some day you will be well known. Everyone will know the name Arthur Fleck and think of a grea comedian".

You noticed his eyes watering as he walked you to the door "Even kids?"

"Sure?"

"That would be sweet"

You wrapped his arms around him as you said our goodbyes "So, I`ll see you next week at Pogos?" he asked.

"Definitely!"

Your hug felt a little too tight for being just friends and you hoped he didnt noticed.

It felt a little too long too, but you couldnt help but trying to get a nose full of the smell of his soft curls.

Arthur looked after you before he closed the door behind him.

You walked down the hallway to get to your own apartment and immediately missed him.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself lying on your bed, realizing that you forgot your sweater on his couch. Should you gt over and get it? You decited not to. He porobably was working on his jokes right now and you didnt wanted to bother him. So instead of visiting him one more time you just disappeared under the blanket and dreamed of him for the rest of the night.

The next day felt like a fever dream. Fantasizing about Arthurs lips and hands for the whole night left you with a strange feeling in your chest. Was it wrong to think of him that way? You thought about your sweater and how it was lying in Arthurs apartment for the whole night. You wondered if he left it lying on the couch and if he was still sleeping on the couch now that Penny was at the hospital? You couldnt concentrate while working at all. Your beautiful neighbor filled your mind with so many questions and daydreams. Daydreaming about him became something that helped you to get through the day. Just thinking of him chuckeling made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, like nothing could harm you anymore.

This man was magic.

And you wanted him so bad.

Somehow the day passed by like every day does and you found yourself alone in the bathroom, looking at the mirror, wondering if you were even his type of girl. You had no idea in what kinda girls he was into.

And just as you started wondering someone knocked at your door. Was it possible...?

You nervously hurried up to open it.

It was him.

Arthur was standing in front of you, holding your sweater in his hands.

"Hi Y/N. I dont know if you noticed but... you forgot your sweater yesterday and I didnt wanted to bother you and...."

"Ohhh Arthur. Thats so sweet of you. Yeah I noticed. Thank you."

You could swear that he was about to blush.

"You wanna come in?"

Arthur nodded while he stumbled through your door.

"Make yourself comfy, I am right back" you smiled as he sat down in the living room.

You disappeared in the bathroom, pressing your face into your sweater to see if it smelled differently. It did. There was a hint of Arthurs cologne on it. His flowery shampoo and the smell of smoke. Your sweater smelled like him.

You buried your face deeper into the fabric and breathed in.

It was your piece of clothing but it felt like it was his. Breathing in the scent that was so him was the most intimate moment of your entire life. Was that what it feels like to fall asleep in his arms? To cuddle with him on the couch while watching his fave comedy shows on the screen? Was that what he smelled like under his clothes? His bare skin? Was that the scent that would surrowd you while making love to him?

Your thoughts went all over the place while you rubbed the fabric against your blushing cheeks.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

Arthurs voice woke you from your daydreams "Oh, yeah sure. Just got to use the bathroom. I´ll be right back"

"Okay! "

A minute later you sat beside him on the couch, the sweater still in your hands.

Arthur stared at it. His hands lay on his lap while he played with his own fingers.

"I have to admit something" he said "It`s so embarrassing. I dont even know how to tell you...."

"You can tell me anything, Arthur"

"There is a stain on your sweater now. It was me. I`m so sorry. I ruined it. Its face paint. I still got it on my fingers after I cleaned my brushes. " he showed you the spots where he stained it.

Traces of him.

This somehow made you very emotional.

Its was his sweater now.

Through and through.

"Thats okay, Arthur. Dont worry. I dont mind."

"Really?" he seemed surprised.

"I dont mind at all !"

He shrug "Well there is another thing.... after I noticed you forgot your sweater on my couch... there was a reason I didnt came over to hand it to you last night. Its so embarrassing, oh my god..."

You giggled "Okay? Why didnt you?"

"I....put it on" Arthur buried his face in his hands "Sorry, dont hate me. Please. I put your sweater on and I slept in it." His legs started to bounce.

You coudlnt belive what you just heard. That was the cutest thing you could have imagined.

"Arthur,really? You slept in my sweater?"

He exposed his face.

"I know...I know....its...I`m sorry. Now you must think I`m a total freak or a stalker or something." He looked down on the floor, way too shy to look you in the eyes while he started to bite his nails.

"Actually I think thats pretty cute." you chuckled. The blood was rushing to your face. This man really got under your skin.

"What? Are...are you serious? You´re not mad at me? You dont think i´m a freak?"

"I could never think you`re a freak. I´m glad you told me. Now I`m going to tell you something much more embarrassing, okay? So you see that you are not the only one."

Arthur gave you an insecure look "Okay?"

"When I was at the bathroom before, I sniffed my sweater because I hoped it would smell like your apartment."

"I`m sorry if it smells like smoke now."

"Noooo not because of that! I wanted it to smell like... you!"

Arthurs eyes filled with love "You mean...."

You nodded as your eyes watered "I`m in love with you ever since I saw you for the first time. I just didnt knew how to tell you."

Arthur fell into your arms "Me too Y/N. Oh god.....me,too."

You pulled him closer. You never noticed how tiney he was in your arms. How fragile.

"Why havent you told me?" you asked him, while his face was buried in your neck.

"I didnt wanted to boter you. People often feel bothered by me. They think I`m weird. I was glad you even talked to me. Those short coffee breaks meant the world to me."

"Artie, this is just....I`m speechless."

He chuckled, now facing you "You just called me Artie".

"I know. Thats what I called you in my head all the time".

"I could get used to that" he smirked, which made his lip scar show even more intense.

"I cold call you Artie all night if you want to stay. " you whispered into his ear.

"I would love to. I mean its cold outside and some cuddles and warm tea would be nice..."

"Or some kisses" you added.

"Or some kisses....." Arthur turned his face to the left and put your face between his gentle hands.

His lips on yours felt even better than in your fantasy.

His taste filling your mouth was all you ever wanted.

And as you both fell into the pillows you buried your face into his curls and took a deep breath of Arthur Fleck.

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

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I have a request for you❤️ could you please write something about the scene in the subway? I was thinking: female reader and Artie are in the subway (idk if u want Carnival or not) and the female reader leaves Artie alone while she's in the bathroom and when she comes back she sees the three Wall Street guys bothering Artie for his laugh🙁 She protect Artie but then they start bothering her too, and one of them tries to slap her. Artie takes the gun off and kill them and she's afraid. THX❤️❤️❤️

Hey my lovely Anon, thank you so much for the request . I finally wrote that piece you asked for and I really hope you like how it turned out to be. Much love your way.

Arhur leaned his tired head against the subway window. His sad eyes gave his painted face a tragic look. The green Carnival wig looked like something that didnt belonged to him anymoe. He sqeezed your hand so tight you could almost feel your bones cracking, but he didnt dared to look you in the eyes. Arthur felt too embarassed about losing his job minutes ago. That was something he was always worried about. Especially since you moved into his apartment with him. The thought of himself not being able to pay rent anymore was something he just didnt knew how to handle. He wanted you to offer a home. A save place where no worries could ever bother you. And now everything was uncertain. The fact that you had to spent your life in Gotham city was hard enough for him. A city which showed its harsh face every day.

His apartment was the only place you felt save and he was aware of that. Depite the fact that these four walls held so many bad memories for him, the place transformed into something beautiful since he wasnt alone anymore. He felt like living there with you now put a spell all over the place. One that had the power to overcome the horror of what happened here before. Your love was the cure to everything. Even his past. And even though his inner scars would always remain, you covered and healed them with your love everyday. Letting him know how important he was , how much he mattered.

You tried to caress his hand with your thumb but he held your fingers so close in his fist that you weren`t able to do so. "Artie, you know that it wasnt your fault, right? You did nothing wrong. "

Arthur didnt answer. You knew that if he didnt reply he was so hurt that the words got stuck in his throath. "Artie? Please. It breaks my heart to see you like that."

He was still facing the window. The view outside made him even sadder. The skyscrapers passing by. That cold looking city. All he wanted to be was the light that illuminated this shitty place. But people wouldnt allow him to. People saw darkness in him. Just a weird, dark guy. They tried to dim his light by making fun of him. By abandon him until he felt none existend.

You were the only one who made him feel seen. Who illuminated his light with every word, every touch, every kiss. His eternal flame. But sometimes he just couldnt say anything. Sometimes the words got stuck in there and all he was able to let out was laughter. He knew the moment he opened his mouth right now all there would be was a laugh. And he didnt wanted to do that to you. So he kept it all inside.

You wanted to touch his face, to caress his white cheeks.

A song was running through your head

"...to touch the the face of Carnival."

You wish you could, but Arthur seemed so far away right now. So hurt in his own world.

"Dont be disappointed in yourself, sweetheart. Hoyt is an aweful person. He always treated you like shit. He doesnt even deserve Carnival to work for him. You are better than that!"

Arthur pressed one silent tear out of his left eye. His tears always remained silent. His laugh was cruel and loud and merciless. The loudest cry of them all. But his tears remained in silence. Unseen by most people. But you noticed them.

You always did.

Your whole body twitched as Arthur banged his head against the window. Another dark blue tear rolled down his well defined cheek bone. He didnt reacted to what he just did. He was used to it.

"Arthur no!" you took your other hand to place it on his forehead "Please look at me, darling. Don`t punish yourself. Please I am begging you."

Arthur turned his head to face you. His eyes closed. He was still to embarrassed to look you in the eyes. You kissed his closed eyelids so softly it made him lose another tear. Your lips found his salty diamond and kissed it away immediately. The familiar taste of face paint lingered on your lips.

Arthur whimpered silently, now that he was finally able to look at you "I`m so sorry. So endlessly sorry about not being good enough. I thought I was. I thought I could protect you. From....everything. From Gotham and from not having enough money....I thought I`m a good boyfriend and I wanted you to offer you a home and now I dont know how to anymore. We gotta pay rent next month, Y/N. And how would we be able to? I only have 20 dollars left in my pockets. I thought I was going to be a stand up comedian and I dreamed about having my own tv show and fantasized about how proud you would be of me. Seeing me on the screen! I thought I would be invited by Murray and.........now I realize it was nothing more than stupid dreams. Illusions. And we cannot make a living like that. And thats all my fault. Because I got fired. You deserve better. Someone who can protect you!"

Now that he was finally talking all the words he held back escaped his lips one after another. Arthur now held both of your hands "Please belive me all I ever wanted to do was to protect you! From all troubles in life. "

Hearing say those words hit you hard. Because right from the very first day you thought he was the one who needed protection. The man that never learned how it is to be loved in return. Arthur never experienced being protected. Not even from his own parants. Especially not from them. You felt like everything he wanted to give you was what he needed most.

"I know, Artie. And you do. You do protect me from the world. And I will do too. We`ll protect each other, right? Sometimes bad things happen. But we will get through it together now. You dodnt have to face them alone anymore. Ever."

Arthur nodded, resting his head upon your shoulder. He was tired. More than that he was emotionally exhausted. His puffy wig tickled your chin. The woman that was sitting across you for the last 10 minutes left the subway. You were alone now. Before she left she gave Arthur an dirty look.

"What is it?" you asked. But the old lady didnt reacted.

"See?" Arthur shrugged "Its always like that. I.....I dont know what is wrong with me. Baby, please tell me what is wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you, Arthur. Its them. Its peoples ignorance. They are just cold hearted and they judge you before they get to know you."

He took his wig off.

"Its because I`m a clown". Even when I`m taking my costume and make up off. All that remains is a fucking clown. Thats how they see me. No matter how they call me. "

"And I love that clown. He brightens up my world with his jokes and dances...he`s my sun. " you gently placed a kiss upon his sad frown.

"I love you" he whispered "I love you so much I feel it in my guts. Your love re-arranges all those things that are wrong inside of me".

"There is nothing wrong inside of you, Arthur!"

"It is....and I am aware of that. But you still love me and thats more I could ever ask for. " He touched your face to kiss you with his big, red mouth.

"I´m very much in love with that clown" you giggled. And for the first time today Arthur smiled behind his fake smile. He pointed into his pocket and leaned in on you "You know what Y/N? I have my gun with me. I was thinking about.....well...robbing the pharmacy or something. To make sure we can pay the rent. I dont want you to worry about that all month. I was playing it through in my head the minute I got fired...."

You coudlnt deny that his words shocked you a little. Would he really do somethign like that? Robbing a place? Woukd he go that far?

"Arthur, baby. No. No, non,no. Dont think like that. You dont have to, okay? We`ll only get in more trouble..."

He nodded " Yeah....that was stupid I know.....but....I wouldnt hurt anyone. I`ll just take the money and run. You know I`m a fast runner, right?"

"Yeah I know you are but....Robbing a place? No. We gotta figure soemthing out to pay rent, okay? I know we will. Something legal."

Arthur nodded. His eyes lighted up a bit.

"And I know that you will protect me from anything. I knew it right from the second I first saw you. That we will take care of each other."

Arthur seemed irritated when you got off your seat.

"I have to go to the toilet. I`ll be right back, okay?"

"Okay" he put his wig into his bag. His brown curls sticking sweaty to his forehead.

Arthur continued looking out the window as the subway arrived the next station. People rushed by in a hurry. Everyone seemed so busy with their lifes. He thought about how people never see each other. How they keep passing each other by without taking notice. Arthur was a good observer. He noticed anything. Sometimes even more than what was really there.

His heart broke for a little kid who was dragged away by his mother. A violent grab. She got her arm pulled in a way that didnt felt right. Arthur tried to get a closer glimpse and noticed bruises on the little girls arm. He felt triggered. It only took him seconds to break out in a painful laughter. It was loud enough to make you notice from the bathroom. You started to get nervous. Was he crying because you left him sitting there all by himself? Even if it was just for three minutes? You shoudlnt have done that. Leaving him alone in his condition.

Arthur covered his open mouth with both of his hands as three guys entered the subway. They already gave him a look, even though he managed to keep calm. They hated clowns. he just knew it. He felt it in his bones. Arthurs body started to hurt. Every muscle felt like it was on fire.

"Gosh...look at this freak" one of the guys pointed at Arthur "Oh my god" the other one replied "What the fuck is he all about? Look at those shoes. Ridiculous!"

Arthur looked down to his feet. His red and blue clown shoes stared back at him. He may never wear them again if he coudln`t find a new job as a party clown. A heavy sadness got to his heart as he tried to swallow another laughing fit. If only he could cry out loud in public. Peple would know how he really felt then. And he wanted them to know how hurt he was. How cruel the world has treated him. He finally had a girlfriend, someone who truly loved him, someone to share his life with. The worst timing to lose his job. The absolute worst.

"Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?" the tallest one of the guys laughed.

You could hear from the toilet room that someone was talking to him but it was hard to actually make out the words.

"I`m a.....party clown....I do little dances for kids and...."

He used to be a party clown. Something he lost today. This hurt so much.

The tall guy sat down beside Arthur, taking his bag, throwing all his clown gear out. "Ohhh look! Its a clown! So,....can you dance for us ?" The other guys started laughing. Arthur swallowed down his pain but it kept crawling up his throath. He pressed his hand hard against his lips. A cough. And another. It hurt so much. Especially on the inside.

"C`mon, dance for us" the guy yelled at Arthurs face as he grabbed his wig and put it on himself "Stop laughing you psycho. Whats your fucking problem?"

Arthur tried to get his card. It wasnt in his pocket anymore. Maybe he lost it. Like his mind.

"I have a condition...." his voice cracked.

"Obviously, you sick fuck!" the bully smashed the wig right into Arthurs face. This made him laugh even harder.

Arthur was desperately trying to breathe when you finally got out of the bathroom, realizing that he just got bullied again.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Leave him alone!" you got Carnivals wig back. "Whhooo hoo lady. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

One of the other guys took two stepts closer "Yeah, right. "

"I`m his girlfriend and you better go now! Can`t you see that he is in pain?" you replied. Arthur was still trying to breathe. Unable to do anything else. You touched his shoulder "It`ll be okay, baby. "

The third guy made a voice "Its okay baaaabyyy...hahahahah how desperate!"

You felt anger rising inside of you. Seeing Arthur fighting for air while others made fun of him was something that broke your heart.

"YOU are the ones who are desperate. Bullying a stranger on the subway for wanting to bring other people joy!"

"What did you just called me?" the guys eyes turned darker "Did you just called me desperate?"

You watched over to Arthur he was shaking his head, coughing. You didnt knew what to say. The situation started to get tense. And all of the sudden you felt a fist hitting you right in the face. Your head started spinning and your vision blurred. You felt your knees weaken before you fell to the groud.

And for a moment everything blacked out.

That moment was longer than it seemed.

Everything changed until you woke up again.

"Y/N?, Honey. We gotta get out of here!" It was Arthurs voice. His laughter was gone. He sounded nervous but confident.

You rubbed your eyes "What....was happening. Are you...okay? Arthur?"

"Yeah we`re okay. But we gotta go NOW. We dont have any time to lose."

There was blood on his face. His yellow vest was covered with red stains.

"Is that....your blood? Did they hurt you, baby?"

"No...its not mine... "

"What do you mean by...." the dizzyness was still taking over you. You tried to make sense out of this situation, but everything was a blurr.

Arthur grabbed your hand, helped you to get up "Run" he yelled as the subway door opened. You now noticed the guy who hit you was lying on the ground. Shot dead. You couldnt see the other ones. All went by too fast. You tried to run as fast as possible. It was hard to keep up with him.

Gotham was passing by like in a unrealisic dream as you both ran out of the subway station.

"What did you do?" you felt tears running down yor face. Afraid of what Arthur just did.

"I protected you" he yelled breathlessly "Like I promised".

You ran.

You both ran hand in hand like your life depended on it. Any maybe it did.

Arthur lead you into a public bathroom. Closing the door behind you, letting his bag fall to the ground. Breathing heavily.

He looked like he was about to pass out any second.

Your hand gently wiped the sweaty curls out of his eyes while you kissed the tip of his nose. remains of blood covering his chin.

"Arthur....I`m not sure what happened."

"That guy slapped you" his intense eyes pierced you like they never did before.

"I remember that. And then it all went black."

Arthur pulled his gun "I took care of it. No one hurts my girl. No one in this fucking city will hurt you."

Now you knew. He did it. Arthur killed someone.

You tried to collect your thoughts, which seemed an impossible thing to do.

"You....killed those guys?"

"Mmhh hmm...yeah I had to. I mean...They wanted to hurt my angel" Arthur took you in his arms and all you could do was cry. You cried so hard into his yellow vest you didnt even cared that it was stained with blood. The bloody fabric soaked up your tears as you let go and allowed yourself to cry like never before.

And then something magical happened. Arthurs body started to shake. But there was not the slightest sound of laughter.

He was crying,too.

Arthur was finally able to cry.

He was sobbing into your neck like a little boy, telling you that killing them off was the only way to not let them harm you ever again.

"Who knows what they would have done if I hadnt stopped them. I knew I had to take action. I can handle people hitting me, but I cant let them hurt you, honey. I just can`t."

You kissed his shaking lips "What if they will find us?"

"They won`t" he said while the tears ran down his face. The clown make up started to came of. You kissed the part of his skin that got exposed. Traces of Artie. Of the man who would protect you over anything.

"I dont want you to kill someone.....Oh my god Arthur....I`m so afraid....."

"Dont be" Arthur said. "I coudnt protect you from not being able to pay rent but I was able to protect you from the bad guys. And we woudln`t get caught. Trust me. Do you trust me?"

"I trust you, Arthur!"

"Miracles still happen" he said "I mean...look at me. I am actually crying! iI have waited for this moment all my life. To actually be able to cry." his body was a shaky mess buthe seemed happier.

You wiped his tear away with your index finger and licked it off.

"I feel good" Arthur parted your lips with his tongue and kissed you passionately. His red lipstick smeared up all over your chin.

And as you tasted his salty diamond tears you knew that miracles truly do exist.

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

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Hellooo, me again, I'm sorry to keep pestering ^--^ I was wondering if you would be willing to write a fic where Arthur's s/o is on doctor-prescribed bed rest for whatever reason and Arthur wants to take care of them (making them food/running to the store for them/comforting them through pain)? I have chronic but severe pain that makes me need to rest a lot and the idea of Arthur actually WANTING to take care of someone makes me ^--^

Heyyyyy Sabrina :) Thank you soooo sooo much for your request and why on earth would you ever apologize for making a request ? OMG. I appreciate your messages and asks so much! This is the result and I really really hope you like it.

Arthur taking care of you during “this time of the month”

Your hand reached out for the soft skin of Arthurs arm. You needed it wrapped around you tight. So tight it would ease the pain a bit. Arthurs skin on yours always eased the pain. The warmth of his body was the best medicine you could think of. It was this time of the month again when your body will torture you with serveral pain and cramps until you got too weak and tired to even go out of bed. Waking up from bad pains in your lower belly made you desperately search for Arthur under the sheets. Your eyes still closed, trying to breathe through the pain. "Arthur?" you whispered in the dark of the bedroom. The only thing your hand reached was Arthurs light blue pillow, still warm from him sleeping on it. You rolled up to his side of the bed and pressed your face into his pillow. You loved how his warmth was still holding on to the fabric. Or was it the farbric holding on to his warmth? Trying to make him stay? To make the remains of his body heath a ghost, lingering on the pillows and sheets? To proof that he just left some minutes ago? That he will be right back because this was his save place. Right here with you. Where the warmth of your body mixes with his. To become one bundle of comfort.

You rubbed your face into it. There was not just the warmth that remained but teh smell of his hair. A deep breath in made you feel like you just buried your face into the crook of his neck, except the sensation of his curls tickeling your nose was missing.

"Arthur?" you called out his name like a prayer. Like he would be right there when you call for him. And he was.

"Y/N? Hey....Good morning, sweetheart!"

"Arthur, I`m in so much pain..." you whimpered, while you abdomen felt like someone tried to tear it apart.

Arthur immediately got up on the ebd to cuddle you from behind "Oh no! Whats wrong?" "Those horrible cramps again. I can barely move...."

Arthur pulled you closer to his naked chest. He was still in his Pjs. "Oh baby. Remember what the doctor said. You need to rest and stay in bed when this happens. Did you already took some pain killers by now?"

You shook your head "No, it just started. But I feel that its getting bad".

Arthur hurried, telling you that he will be right back.

He seemed a bit overwhelmed by this. He never had a girlfriend before and this was new to him. You have been together for some months now and he realized that what you were going through each month wasnt fun. He was always getting a bit nervous when he saw you struggeling. Worried about if he was doing everything right to help you with the pain, which was teh sweetest thing to wittness. Your ex boyfriend never payed any attention to this kind of struggle. But Arthur took it very seriously. He couldnt stand it to see you in this condition. So he tried to hide the fact that he felt a little helpless.

Arthur came back with some pain killers and a glass of water. "Here, take these. These are the ones the doctor perscripted you last time we visited him". He gently stoke the back of your head as you swallowed them down with a sip of water. "Thank you, Arthur. I can barely stand up...."

"Then dont. Just stay in bed and rest, okay? I can get anything for you if you need something. Just let me know."

You nodded before you fell back into the pillow. His one. The one that smelled like home and comfort. You heavily breathed into it. Trying to concentrate on relaxing but it seemed impossible. "The pills will ease the pan soon" . He had no idea that his soothing voice was much of a beter helper.

You body twitched.

"Oh darling. Is it that bad?" Arthurs hand reached under your shirt to caress your belly as you curled yourself up into a ball. His fingers tenderly moving in circles while you just tried to breathe calmly.

"It is.....can you.....please just....lie here with me and wrap your arms around me? " You just had to feel him close to you now. Otherwise you would fall apart.

"Y/N....what a question. Sure. But first I gotta call my boss and tell him that I will stay away from work today."

"What? Arthur but....you cant do that. You know that Hoyt is going to be pissed."

"So what?" Arhur stood up to grab the phone "I dont care. I won`t leave you alone in this condition. I will stay right here with you and make sure you have anything you need."

As soon as Hoyt was on the phone, he told him he was on some new meds and they made him so sick to the stomach its impossible for him to leave his bed today. it was not possible for you to make out what Hoyts answer was like, but Arthur hung up the phone, rolling his eyes.

"He was mad, wasnt he?" you asked, trying to drink some water without throwing up.

"Forget about him. He will calm down. He`s just being Hoyt. One of my workmates can jum in for me today. " He crawled back on the bed, looking so lovable in his pajamas and messy morning hair.

"The kids will miss their cute Carnival. They need him."

"You need me more"

"Good point!" you replied, pulling him closer.

"Carnival can show you a lil dance later if you want. He`ll make anything to make you forget the pain."

You smiled "I know he would."

Arthur spooned you from behind so he`s got his hands free to caress your belly "Where does it hurt the most?" he asked. His fingers doing their magic. Sometimes you swore he had healing hands.

"Everywhere....on the inside, you know?"

"I wish I could crawl right into you and ease the pain from inside".

You angled your head to kiss him on the lips.Just to get a taste of him.

"I think I gotta go to the bathroom. I havent even brushed my teeth since I woke up.

"I dont care. Stay here. "

The tip of Arthurs nose traveled up and down your neck.

"Arthur?"

"Huh?"

"Can I put on your brown cardigan? I think it might help me calming down until the meds show results".

Arthur bend forwards to grab his worn out cardigan which was lying on the floor. He asked you to sit up and helped you to get in it. A smile was crossing his face. This meant much to him. Knowing that his old clothes gave you comfort.

"Better?" he asked.

"A lot, Arthur. Thank you."

"Is there anything I can do for you? A tea? A hot watter bottle? Please let me know." The way Arthur wanted to take care of you filled your heart with so much love. He wasnt doing this because he had to ,but because he wanted to. It meant something to him, to have someone to take care of. Someone who appreciated him being there and caring. Helping other people with feeling better had the same effect on him than making people smile by telling jokes. It filled his heavy heart with joy and made it lighter.

Arthur wanted other people to need him. Especially the ones close to him. He loved to be needed and wanted in any way. He never thought his hands would help someone feeling better. He never thought his voice would be heard by someone who loved the sound of it. All his life Arthur wished for someone to crave him. To long for his presence. And now he was able to help you. Just by being here. Being able to help made him feel important to someone.

But this wasnt just about him. he loved you with all his senses and seeing you being in pain was unbearable for him. He tried to get rid of the feeling of being helpless and worried by asking you what else he could do for you.

"Um...maybe both?" you giggled, realizing that the pain has gottan at least a little bit better for now. Sure of the fact that it wasnt because of the meds but because of him.

"Alright. So a tea and a hot watter bottle " he nodded, running his fingers through his curly hair "Anything else? Like....do you think you can eat something? Or....?"

"Um....I`m not sure. I´m sick to the stomach...."

Arthur stroke your cheek. He knew this feeling too well.

"The only thing I can think of are these small pretzels ....."

Arthur laughed out loud as he lit himself a cig "You really want pretzels right now?"

"Yeah...." now you had to laugh,too. Almost forgetting about the pain for a moment.

Arthur inhaled the smoke, the cig tugged between his mischievous smirk. "One moment, honey". He walked to the kitchen, into the bathroom and came back with a hot water bottle and a hot cup of tea. He placed the water bottle on your belly "I hope this will help you relax. We dont have any pretzles anymore I`m afraid. I ate the last one the other morning.I`m sorry".

"Oh Artie, dont ever be sorry for eating. I`m so happy everytime I watch you eat something. Arthur put his shoes and hoodie on "You knwo what? There is this store just two blocks away and they sell those things. I will go get some for you okay? I`ll be right back!"

"Oh you really dont have to...."

"I willl hurry up, I promoise!"

"I only let you go when you promise me you will eat one,too."

Arthur leaned in to give you a sloppy kiss on teh forehead. He smelled like cigarettes. "I promise".

When Arthur was out the door you buried yourself in his pillow again. Thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like him on your side and how little the others knew about him.

Arthur met many people in his life, especially while working. He was always meeting them on birthday partys, hospitals and other events. But they never really got in touch with him. What a pity. To them he was eighter just the party clown or the mysterious, shy man in the background. They had no idea what they missed out on.

You were lucky enough to know him. To know what a wonderful lover he was. And it was obvious that Arthur would be an amazing friend if people would just give him a chance and try to take a closer look. A look behind the laughter that they tought was weird or creepy.

You felt the heath of the water bottle calming your muscles but it didnt had the same magical effect as Arthurs body heath. A deep sigh escaped your lips.

Maybe it wasnt just luck. Maybe it was because you saw him. His true self. And now his hands belonged to you. The gentleness of his touch, the softness of his skin, the warmth of his body at night, his lips, his dreams and hopes and darkest fears. It was all yours now and you embraced it with everything that was you.

It didnt took long until you`ve heard the keys in the lock. Which was a relief because you already felt the pain getting worse after he was gone for 5 minutes.

"I`m back with the pretzels!" his voice sounded like a humm as he threw a whole bag of it on the bed and got rid of his hoodie and shoes.

"Arthur. You forgot to change your pants." you chuckled.

He looked downon himself, realizing that he was leaving the house in his PJs "Oh!" he shrugged "Too late now I guess". He checked his hair like he always did when he got out of his hoodie.

"You`ve been okay?"

"Yeah"

Arthur opened the brown paper bag and fed you one of the pretzels. Just one bite and another. You had to go real slow to not get sick. Now you knew how Arthur felt about eating every day.

"Thank you Artie. You`re the best boyfriend a girl can wish for!"

His cheeks turned pink as you also fed him one and he bit off a small piece.

"You also gotta eat something, Arthur"

"Yeah but you too" he added as both of you kept feeding each other the smallest pieces.

After there were two less pretzels in the bag, you kissed each other on the mouth and layed down again. His naked toes playfully touching the back of your foot.

Another cramp again.

"You`re muscles are so tense" Arthur noticed. C`mon. Lets see how i can help."

He disappeared under the green blanket and rolled up the cardigan just enough to place some soft kisses on your lower belly.

"Does it help?" he whispered between the open mouth kisses.

"Oh yeah....a lot!" you breathed through the pain, which was getting better with every touch of Arthurs lips.

"I could do this forever" he added "I can taste the love you hold for me. Its right there....on the surface of your skin. Its right there waiting for me to taste it .... Does that sound crazy?"

You couldnt see his face, because he was covered with the sheets but you knew he was making a serious face asking you this.

"Not at all, Arthur. It sounds wonderful. "

Arthur compleately crawled under the blanket now and positioned himself over you. Supporting himself with his elbows so you didnt had to carry the weight of his body on your aching belly.

"I love you so much" he muttered into your messy hair.

"Dito!" you replied.

"Now get some sleep, baby. I`ll be right here when you wake up...Or....maybe Carnival will take my place to cheer you up, who knows?"

You smiled right before you drifted into a painless sleep. Dreaming of the most caring clown with the biggest green wig and the purest heart imaginable.

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

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Nothing but clowns /Arthurs POV

My version of the scene when Arthur watches the news on tv

Making food for mum is always a bit complicated. Much to think of, because there are always two questions: Should I put some sleeping pills in her oath meal or not? And if yes how many? I check and notice that I am running out of meds. Shit.

The plan for today is:

Visiting Dr Kane, going to the pharmacy afterwards and then go to Pogos.

Today`s not a usual visit at the comedy club. Today will be my day! I will tell my own jokes up on stage. I`m no longer the lonely man sitting alone on his table with a glass of water in the middle of the room. I will be the star up there and people will have a good laugh. Even Sophie. And I just know she will be there to see me. I hope she will get my humor- I`m sure she does because she was digging it in the elevator- and maybe she`ll like me even more afterwards. I would love to leave Pogos together, take her out on a date, have a coffee or something. Talking about how I write my jokes and what inspires me to write them. How it feels like when funny thoughts cross my mind and how much of it is hard work and how much just comes to me. Maybe she`ll be interested in that after watching my performance. Interested in me. I`ve heard that humor is important in a relationship and that woman prefer men with a good sense of humor. So maybe I will have a chance after all.

I dont hesitate to take the last two sleeping pills and crash them to mix it in my mother`s bowl. No way I would give her the chance to ruin my afternoon. Everything is planned out and I know she would freak or do something unexpected as soon as she watches me leaving the house all dressed up. She would make a big scene as soon as I`m coming home after a long night out. And I just don`t have the nerves to deal with her shit. Besides that, it`s not good for her health to get all excited or angry about something. So a little sleep will help us both.She`ll be all save and sleepy when I come home, not a worry on her mind about where her son might have been.

"Happy look, Thomas Wayn`s on TV" My mothers voice echoes through the living room. her voice always feels like an echo to me. Because its always the same words filling the room, over and over again. Crashing against the heavy walls without a sound but her thin voice .

"Happy Happy Happy. Thomas Wayne. " Two words that make my ears bleed in one sentence. How does she do that? It`s getting worse. Her voice just makes me feel bad sometimes. I really do care about mum a lot but some days I feel triggered by her talking and I don`t know why. Its like she says something and I immediately feel like I should eighter crawl under a blanked and hide or punsh a fucking wall.

"Yes mother!" I try not to sound annyoed. Not that she would ever notice if I was. Or hurt. She never does. Mum would have made a common therapist. Just sitting there, repeating the same three sentences for years while looking right through you.

Mum as a therapist would be like:

"Thomas Wayne will be major soon. How does that make you feel? Thomas Wayne does have some enemies lately. Does that change your own opinion on him? Did you noticed how skinny you are? Thomas Wayne gained some weight instead of losing it . How do you feel about that? Are you sad today, Happy? "

And of course all my answers would also echo through the room. Unheard and without making a sound while crashing through the windows. Breaking glass. And I would cut myself on that glass. Over and over again. And Penny would call the doctors,telling them I tried to hurt myself again. Not realizing that she was the one hurting me.

My answer to her questions would be "Happy was always sad. Every minute of his life. How does that make you feel?"

I get the bowl and crush the rest of the pills. My wet hair is sticking to my neck. I`m freezing a little bit while wearing my PJ pants only . It`s always cold in here. This apartment represents peoples hearts.

"They`re asking him about those horrible subway murders" she says.

What? Oh my god. This caughts my attention. Now I notice that I wasnt paying attention to the news for the whole time. Somehow it didnt cross my mind that there will be something about me on the news anytime soon. I was wrong!

They thank Wayne for being here, in these difficult times. Difficult for who? For him? As if he would care about what happened or about anyone who isn`t like him. As if some dead guys on the subway would effect him personally. Does he know what it means to have a difficult life at all? I`m aware of the fact that money doesnt solve all problems. I dont even think about money. I think about so many other things Thomas does have and he is nothing but an arrogant prick about, Looking down on others.

I leave the kitchen and make my way to the couch "Why him?" I ask, placing her bowl of food on the table.

Why is Thomas the one talking about the three dead guys anyway?

"Look like he gained weight" .

I knew she would ignore my question and care about his looks instead. Seriously, sometimes I get the feeling like she has a crush on him or something. There must be a reason for her fixation on this man.

"Yes all three worked for Wayne investments. Good, decent, educated."

So thats why he is talking about them. All about the money, Wayne huh? I run my fingers through my hair, getting nervous.

"Although I didnt know any of them personally, like all Wayne employees, past and present. They`re family."

There he said it. He didnt even knew them. He`s just using them to make it seem like he cares.

The tv screen shows three photos. Each one of them a face of the subway guys. It feels strange to see them now after I killed them. My memory of their faces slightly differ but I remember what they did and how it felt. My mind is racing, all over the place. Memories of their evil laughter. Flashbacks of the pain they caused me. Physically and emotionally. Their photos might look innocent but I know what kinda guys they were. I experienced and wittnessed it. But what does Wayne know? Or the tv guy? Nothing. No one was watching them while they almost kicked me to death. I was alone. I`m always alone.

"Did you hear that I told you we`re family" my mum says.

"Shhhh shhh shhh!" I want her to shut up. I just cant stand her voice right now. Especially not now. She really does think Thomas thinks of us as family because she worked for him decades ago. I can`t listen to this. Its getting all too much. The only voice I have to listen to right now is the guy on tv. I take a deep drag of my cigarette. It feels like breathing is getting harder. Something is going on. Not just inside of me but in this city. In the world. And it started with me. Am I the center of something? The beginning or the end? Am I everything at once? Does someone notice its me?

"There now seems to b a groundsweel of ani rich sentiment of the city. Its almost as if the less fortunate resitends are talking the side of the killer".

Thomas talks about how much of a shame this is and that this is one of the reasons why he is running for major. Gotham lost its way.

Oh you notice now? Where have you been all these years?

Its hard. So hard to watch peoples ignorance and how they use things to make themself stand in a better light. A light of lies.

They now ask him whats up with the eye wittness report of the suspect being a man in a clown mask.

Now the walls are closing in on me. I`m terrified but at the same time I am not. Unsure of how I feel I smoke my cig, not being able to blink while starring at the tv screen. This moment feels so much more like a daydream than so many dreams did. Is this truly happening? Are they really taling about a murder a did on the news? Is this my first time ever being on tv? Well, I gotta be honest here I always thought my first time on tv would be a lot different. But here I am.

So seems like there was someone wittnessing it. I should be worried now. I should freak and I know that. But what is bugging me much more is the fact that Thomas Wayne says "It makes total sense to me, because what kind of coward would do something that cold blooded? Someone who hides behind a mask. Someone who is envious of tose more fortunate than themselves. That the`re too scared to show they`re own face."

Thats it. Thats when I lose it. I`m trying not to let it show because of mum sitting in the same room with me but it`s hard. I`m good at hiding my feelings in front of her or in front of anyone in general but this is too much. The news are making a total different story out of this, As if I was hiding behind a mask to go out an kill people. It was self defense for gods sake. I was wearing that damn clown make up because I was on my way home from work. Some shitty bullies started to attack a man in a clwon costume and now they are making him the bad guy? This is sick.

I never cared about money. I just wanted to have enough to take care of mum and be able to pay rent. Even my dreams about being famous were never about being rich. It was about being seen and loved. But what do they know?

I thought I was living an illusion but they are living their very own illusions.

I feel my body tensing up. Every muscle. Every inch. My skin is getting tight. I lean back on the couch. I dont know what to do. I wanna get out of myself. Being me is getting unbearable again.

Another time being missunderstood.

They dont even know it was me and they still don`t get it right,

"And until those kind of people change for the better,those of us who made something of our lifes, will always look at those who havent as nothing but clowns". Wayne adds.

My legs start trembling. There is no way to hold them still. Bad sign. Very bad sign. I laugh to myself as I stare at the ceiling. What a joke. Great punshline with the clowns. I bet you are proud of yourself, Wayne. I bet you are. Always glad to be able to help to tell a joke.

They thank him once again while my mum tells me that this isnt funny.

I wanna say something but I better don`t. It`s not a good idea to ruin someone else`s punchline.

I`m going to explode, explode, explode.

Until I feel nothing.

I inhale the smoke, the only thing that proofs that I am still breathing.

Because I cant feel it. The only thing I feel is rage and my left hand grabbing my right wrist.

And this god damn candle that looks like a ginger cat staring at me.

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

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Hiiii omg could you do headcannons of Arthur wearing a thong☺️🤣

Arthur buying new underwear to surprise you

Thank you for your request and sorry for being a little late! I had to think about this ;) I hope you like how it turned out.

- Arthur never put much thought into byung new clothes for himself. He was wearing the same clothes since hight school. Most of them were a little bit too big on him and the other kids would make fun of his "old men clothes" how they usd to call it.

-It wasnt that Artthur didnt cared about his looks. He did. He wanted to look nice and casual when he was at Pogos and he was checking on his hair a lot, even though he cut it by himself and didnt washed it as much as others would.

-The reason why he still wore the same old clothes was money. He always spent it to pay rent, buy something nice for his mother, on new clown gear or cigarettes. He was just getting used to wear the same jacket every day. The same shoes.

-Deep inside it was bugging him, because he had an great fashion sense and he was aware of that.

-Some hot summers day Arthur was doing the laundry.Throwing yours and his clothes all together , wondering if seeing him in the same clothes every day could ever get on your nerves. You always told him how much you adored his sweaters. And not only that. You even asked him to lend it to you to sleep in it, which made him the happiest version of himself. But still he had his doubts.

-Arthur kneed before the pile of laundry and picked up different pieces of his clothes. The brown cardigan. Your fave piece. You claimed to love the smell of it. That it smelled like him. Arthur buried his nose into his own sweater to get an idea of what you might feel when you did it. But nothing accured to him.

-He asked himself what you might saw in him. In general. Al his life he wanted to be seen. he was convinced that he deserved better than being ignored. And now that he was finally being loved. the hapinness inside of him, the hapinness he was finally able to feel and understand scared him sometimes. It scared him in a way of thinking he might not be good enough after all.

-Arthur wanted to be the best boyfriend possible for you. He wanted to give you the world.But where could he possible start with, if even his clothes were still the same he was wearing when he was bullied in high scool?

-His worn out clothes, the ones you loved so much, sometimes felt like a second skin he must shed finally. He picked up one of his white Panties. Why not start with these. Definitely not from his high scool days but still the same look to it.

-Arthur changed inside. Since you met he was anothe version of himself. And he wanted this to show on the outside,too.

-While looking at his clothes, all of them, Arthur felt like he wasn`t exciting enough for you. Not sexy enough. There was this other side to him, which wanted to be playful and teasing he felt it inside of him all the time but it seemed impossible for him to express it.Maybe some new underwear would help.

-Arthurs gentle hands held the panties in his hands and all of the sudden they looked pretty big to him. He knew that they covered most parts of his butt and maybe, just maybe you didnt approved.

-Artie could have never asked you about this. He was way too shy to talk about something like his own underwear, or even asking you if you thought his panties were ugly.So he descited to go for a little surprise.

-A few days later he came home from work early and went to a clothing store, which overwhelmed him big time. The only time he ever went shopping was to buy his outfit he wore when he was doing stand up comedy or clown costumes. But he mostly got his costumes from HaHas and didnt had to buy them on his own. So being at the store, not knowing who to start first felt more than strange to him.

-It felt like everybody was looking at him when he entered the underwear section. Which- of course- wasnt true- and deep down he knew that. He would have liked people noticing him, even if it was for buying new underwear. Everything was better than being invisible. But he still felt himself blushing as a pretty girl went by to get to the woman`s section. She gave him a quick look. Arthur wasnt used to that. The only person who every looked at him was you. No one else did. No one else saw him.

-As soon as he finally found the section with men`s underwear his eyes focused on the thongs. Would you apporove something like that? He took them in his hands, turned them around and thought about whetever he should buy them or not. Maybe he would look ridiculous in it. He knew you would never laugh at him, even if he did so. But still, the thought of looking funny while wearing them and you trying not to let it show made him feel ashamed.

-Arthur put the underwear back and walked to the woman`s section. So many beautiful things. He stopped by a black set with little black cats prints on it and imagined how you would look like wearing it. He immeadiately felt the blood rushing to his head. You would look so incredibly beautiful in it. He just knew. It even looked similar to one of his drawings in his journal he did two years ago. Coincidence?

-The urge to buy it for you and surprise you with it while he was wearing his own new underwear was getting bigger. He just had to. Arthur checked the price and pulled out his purse, realizing that he just had enough money to buy both of them.

-He took the womans set and got back to grab the thong as another thought came to his mind. What if the cashier would give him a strange look? He checked. It was a girl. He coudldnt do that. Embarass himself in front of her. It took him only seconds to decide to let both, the dessous for you and the men`s thong dissappear in his brown paper bag.

-Arthur walked slowly out of the store, without anyone noticing. This wasnt the first time he stole something. He had to do it all the time back in the days when he didnt had enough money to buy things for his mother. He had practice and knew how to behave without getting caught.

-It didnt even felt special to him anymore to suceed and be out on the streets again. He checked the things in his bag. Hopefully it was a good idea. Who knew how he would look like wearing them? He should try it on and check himself in the mirror before he`ll show you his new self.

-When he came home, Arthur lit himself a cig and emptied the paper bag. What would you think of him? Doubts like this wouldnt ever leave him alone. It was so important to him what you thought of him. He wanted to be sexy for you. If only he knew how to.

-After he dumped his cigarette Arthur checked the time. There was still some left until you`ll be home. He took off his white shirt that was covered in stains of make up and slipped out of his blue pants. Stepping out of his panties felt different this time.

-He ripped the price tag off the thong as he checked his naked body in the mirror. Would he ever be beautiful enough for you? Arthur put his new piece of clothing on and double checked. He picked the smallest size so it fit his tiney body, which was a good thing. It would have been embarrassing if it was too big on him. His fingertip slit over the parts of his ribs which peaked out. He was so skinny. He always knew but he was never as aware of it like he was right now.

-Now he appriciated it even more, that you tried to get him to eat something.

-He turned around. The first thing he layed his eyes on was his shoulder bone, which was sticking out even more. The remains of bruises on his back. How could you ever find him beautiful?

-His curls fell tickelish upon his fragile shoulders. It was one of the few things he liked about himself. Arthur ran his fingers through it before he lit himself another cig and put it between his thin lips before he turned around another time to check himself in the mirror.

-The shiney surface of the mirror reflected the fragileness of his body in a way that really effected him. The light coming from the ceiling framed his head like a halo. Was he the only one seeing this? Of course he was. He was the only person in this room.

-Arthur looked at his butt. It was small. Was it too small? His fingers nervously pulled on the band of the thong. Everything about it felt weird, but as long as there was still a chance that you might like i he would give it a try. If only he wasnt so shy about everything when it came to sharing love. It was important to him to show you how much he thought about everything. How much he cared about that you enjoyed it. Him.

-The reflection in his mirror seemed stranger to him than ever before. Sometimes he seemed like s stranger to himself. Some days he just didnt knew what to do or who to be. This thong supposed to make him feel excited but it didnt. Somehow it even disappointed him.

-His hand reached down to get the underwear set he bought for you. Wrong. He stole for you. How would you feel about taht if you knew? He felt kinda bad about it now. He even had enough money with him to buy it. Why the hell didnt he?

-His hand touched the soft fabric of the cat print . Arthur closed his eyes and imagined you in it. He smiled to himself. There was nothing in the whole world that was more beautiful to him than you. And he had a thing for cats. So this would be the perfect combination. Hopefully you would like to wear it for him. The most difficult part would be to show you what he just brought with him.

-And just as he wanted to get the price tag off he heard you opening the door. Arthur stumbled over his own feet by trying to get on the bed to hide under the blanket. Maybe the thong wasnt a good idea after all.

-"Arthur? Are you okay? I`ve heard something...." He pulled the blanket up to his chin, trying to make it look like he was sleeping as your head appeard in the doorframe. He acted like he just woke up "Ohhhh baby. You`re home".

"I am. I was sure I`ve heard something. It sounded like you fell over?"

"What? No, no. I was sleeping."

You knew him too well to belive him.

"Artie." you chuckled "Are you hiding something from me? " you climbed on the bed and touched his curls "This isnt bed hair, sweetheart."

He didnt even looked you in the eyes "Thats because I just lay down"

You shook your head "You sure everything is fine?"

He nodded. It was obvious that something was wrong.

-"So lt me check if everything is okay" you smiled, while your hand was sliding under the sheet to touch him. Arthur got unusual tense as your hand wandered down his spine.For a second you got real worried about him. But then....there was something different. The fabric of his undies so very little. His naked butt cheek filled the palm of your hands,

-"Um....Artie? is this...."

-Arthur angled his head. His eyes met yours while his cheeks turned red . He remained quiet as your hand, which was still hidden under the blanket, started to discover the curves of his bootie . It was small but it filled your hand perfectly.

-You didnt take a look under the sheets. You just continued to caress his buttcheeks, which he enjoyed a lot, even though he still seemed embararassed. "Are you wearing a thong?"

"Nahhh"

"You are!" your index finger slit under the waistband as you said so.

"Welll....maybe you`re right" he said.

You loved how his cheeks felt in your hand. And somehow it eas exciting to be able to touch the naked skin while he still wasnt compleately naked.

"Let me see it, Arthur"

"Um.....I`m not sure Y/N. I`m not sure if you would like it"

"I already like it"

"What if I dont look......good."

"Arthur, you sexy, little thing. get up and show it to me!" you giggled. "You will look beautiful like you always do. "

Arthur turned around to face you "Don`t stop touching me like that" he whispered.

You gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose "I will definitely continue after you showed me".

-Arthur nodded like a little boy and removed the sheets. He got out of bed. Every one of his moves looked like he was floathing through the air. His thin, beautiful legs, so perfect. His thighs. You couldnt ever get enough of his things. You wanted to place kisses all over them just by looking at them for a few seconds. The insides of them. His weak spot. Your weak spot.

-Arthurs cheeks turned red one more time as he stood in front of you, his arms hanging down on him like he didnt knew what to do. A grin appeared on his face, as he saw the way you looked at him. Maybe this was a good idea after all.

-He turned around and awaited your reaction. You asked him to turn around again. And again. And again. So amny times, it looked like he was dancing in circles. "You dont ever get dizzy, dont you?" you laughed. "No I dont" he replied, still spinning around. He wasnt aware of the fact how graceful he looked. How angelic his curls flipped around his sad eyed face, which was always so full of life and expression. You could have watched his little dance for hours.

-Arthur stopped and you took a good look at his cute, round backside. "What a nice ass, Arthur"

He ran his fingers through his hair "Stop it, I`m blushing". The truth was he loved the compliment, he just didnt knew how to express it. "No. I will never shut up about how beautiful you are to me".

"You really think so? I mean....do you like it? I wanted to try something new but I was afraid you might hate it. "

"Hate it? Artie. You are extremly sexy to me. No matter what you are wearing. You are sexy in this new thong." you got up and hugged him, your ahnds sqeezing his cheeks, stoking up and down, finding their way to his inner thighs. Feeling his almost invisible body hair between your fingers felt intimate.

-"I was thinking my old stuff isnt that atractive anymore".

"Arthur, you are attractive to me no matter what you are wearing. "

"My old sweaters....I dont know...they are so worn out"

"We can get you new ones if you want. But the old ones will always be my faves. They smell like you, even after I wash them they feel like you. They feel like home when I`m wearing them. When I share them with you."

-Arthur felt very falttered. You really thought he was atractive in his old clothes and also in this new thong. There was nothing to be ashamed of anymore.

-He kneed down and reached for the kitty underwear set "I got you this and....um.....I dont know if you....would...."

"Oh my god, Arthur. you bought these for me? This is so cute of you. Look at those little cats. I love it. Oh, you are so thoughtful. Thank you, darling". His heart got soft as you hugged him.

-"I`m so glad you like it. But....I have to confess something. God, I feel so bad about this...." he rubbed his eyes "I stole it. I`m so sorry. I`m so sorry. I stole both things."

"Oh no, Arthur, Why would you do this? You could have used the money I got in my..."

"....no it wasnt about the money" he took a deep breath. This was hard to confess "It was just.....I got all embarrassed when I saw the cashier. The thought of them looking at me like I was....you know...I couldnt handle it. Are you mad at me now?"

You didnt liked tha fact that he stole those things but he was just to damn cute to be mad at him.

"I`m not mad at you, silly boy. Just dont steal something again. Okay? We can figure out what we can afford or not and I promise you the cashiers dont care what you are buying."

Your lips met his as your right hand played with the waistband of his thong.

"Okay" he breathed into you.

"Just know that you are beautiful to me in any way, okay? The most beautiful man I have ever know. The cutest. And the most sexy. "

"You really think i´m sexy?"

"So much , you really got me turned on just by spinning around in this thing."

He smirked "Really?"

"Ummmm Hmmmm"

"You`re turned on by me right now?"

"I am" you whispered in his ear. noticing the goosebumps on his arms as you stroke up and down his elbow.

"Me too.....I mean...the way you touched my..."

You didnt let him finish his sentence and pushed him softly on the bed "I guess there is something we can do about this then" you said, waving the new set of underwear in your left hand.

Arthur watched you as you tried it on . His eyes wide open to capture all of your beauty. To remember this moment of intimacy forever.

And as you got on the bed and leaned in to kiss him ,he finally felt beautiful.

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

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{LAST ONE FOR NOW, I PROMISE} Arthur would've been a young man (late teens/early 20s) when the Beatles came to America. I could totally see them being a comfort for him in nervous episodes (bc Dear Prudence is SUCH a sweet song) and one of the few things connecting him to the outside world. Can you pretty pleeease think of any Arthur Beatles' fan headcanons? Also wanna throw it out there, I adore your blog and your poetry so much. It captures and entrances my soul whenever I open up my tumblr.

Hiiiiiii ! Awwww my god I dont even know what to say. Your kind words about my blog mean so much to me. Really. It means SO SO SO incredibly much. I cannot thank you enough, You are so sweet.

And dont ever think you shouldnt send another request, I love requests coming in. And I try to write them all. Sometimes it needs a bit longer but I appriciate them so much! I am thakful.

I really like your request. Especially because Joaquin is also a fan of the Beatles and I can totally see Artie being a fan,too. So I really hope you like the result. Feel hugged.

The autumn wind was blowing harsh through the streets of Gotham city. The sky darkened within minutes and dark clowds hung heavy above the skyscrapers. It seemed like a strorm was closing in. Arthur was looking outside the kitchen window, wondering if those heavy clouds will ever disappear. Especially the clouds blurrying his mind. Those inner storm that kept him awake at nights like these. He sipped on his cup of coffee, hoping that he will get some sleep tonight. His eyes seemed tired, like they didnt found any rest since days. But his mind was wide awake, going all over the place. Arthur started to hum a song. Quietly so he wouldnt wake his sleeping mother. Since there was always a song crossing his mind, he tend to hum a lot. Especially when he wasnt able to find sleep. Arthur was a sucker for good music, like Frank Sinatra or the Beatles. They helped him to calm down when nothing else did. Some nights he would just lie there on the couch, puffing one cigarette after another, listening to The beatles over and over again until the morning light coming through the window reminded him for how long he was listening. The beatles were very close to his heart ever since he discovered them when he was younger. Their musc helped him to feel less alone when his only company was his own troubled mind and the silence that filled the room. Arthur never had his own room. His livig space was the couch in the living room that was also used by his mum. Everytime she left the bedroom she would walk through the only space he had. Without a chance to close a door or any privacy.But listening to music at night, while he was suffering from insomnia was something he allowed himself to do, even if there was a chance to wake Penny. He needed it. Some nights the music in his head was enough to flow with, but other nights he actually needed to hear it allthrough the room. He was thankful for the beautifully written songs of his faveourite band. The beatles have helped him through some hard times. Some of his journal pages were filled with lyrics from his favourite songs and some drawings inspired by them. He would make lists of all the songs that meant something to him and explaied why exactly he was drawn to that song. He wished he had an ukulele, so he could learn how to play some of their tunes. Some nights Arthur would wake up from nightmares, wishing there was someone holding him. Longing for some loving arms to cradle him back to sleep. Thats when he put The Beatles on, to find some comfort in their music. To let his mind find some peace. Fore some reason Dear Prudence always managed to calm his mind. The melodies felt soothing to his heart. Almost like a warm blanket covering him when he was freezing from the insde. Sometimes when he was walking down the streets in Gotham, observing people, John Lennons "Imagine" crossed his mind. He liked his vision of a peaceful society, his idea of people not fighting each other but being supportive and empathic. The idea of humanity being actually there for one another was one of the things that never left his heart. Arthur was convinced that there must be a way to archive what John was singing about. He was dreaming big and he belived in the power of kindness and in the power of sharing laughter. Thats why he wnated to make people laugh. His wish to make people smile, to make Gotham- or the world- a better place was very important to him. Often he wished to get the chance to get to see them live. He imagined what a spcial experience it would be to actually see them perform and feel their presence. But sadly he didnt had enough money to buy a ticket to their shows. Arthur tend to daydream a lot. Daydreams of seeing The Beatles live and suddenly on of the guys would ask him to come up stage with them. Arthur fantasized about singing a song with them, playing the ukulele and maybe doing a little dance. John would tell him what a great dance he is and people would apploud him. Arthur pored the rest of the coffee in the sink. He realized he wasnt even in the mood of drinking a coffee at all. It wouldnt help him sleep anyway. He crawled up on the couch, covered himself with his green blanket and started singing to himself: "You know I cant sleep I can`t stop my brain You know its three weeks I`m going insane You know I`d give you everything I`ve got For a little piece of mind I`m so tired I`m feeling so upset Althouh I`m so tired I`ll have another cigarette..."

His voice was almost whispering the lyrics, like a lullaby to himself while he lit himself a cig, taking a deep drag before he put on some music for real. He closed his eyes while he inhaled the smoke. He wishes he could inhale the soothing melodies as well. Make them a part of his systhem to become one with a song. His body was resting but in his mind it felt like he was dancing. Floathing weightless through the air. Music to him wasnt just an experience of listening. It was magical to feel the music growing inside of him, transforming into something that was his own creation. Arthur kept listening to the music long after he finished his pack of cigarettes. The sound of the stormy night outside his windows mixed with The beatles finally helped him sleep. And maybe, one beautiful day he will wake up in the arms of someone who would share all of this with him.

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