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Guys, you have to read this lovely fic from our precious @ajokeformur-ray 💕

Countless wishes, untold dreams // Arthur x Reader // birthday fluff ❤️ .

@geronimosanna : Maybe you can write a fic, in which reader finds out Arthur never had a birthday cake and reader bake something for him. And there is a second surprise for our baby boy: reader shows herself the first time in lingerie for Arthur. If you want also with Joker.

I want to be his cigarette… and sit on his lap… and trace his ribs with my fingers and leave kisses where he’s had bruises and the list goes on skskksksks 

Implied NSFW at end.

Word count: 1, 649.

“You’ve never had a birthday cake before?” You wished that you could say that you were surprised by Arthur’s admission, but you weren’t. Nothing about Arthur and his life shocked you, not even the bad stuff. Perhaps that should have worried you, but long since had you become used to what a life with Arthur Fleck was: happiness and sadness in equal measures, and usually were they felt at the same time.

“No,” Arthur hummed, taking a long, deep drag of his cigarette. His knees were bouncing, his legs spread wide as he sat on the sofa in only his pyjama trousers, and though he was smiling, you knew that he was hiding a lifetime of pain behind it. Put on a happy face was something he often murmured to himself, whether or not there was anything to smile about; for Arthur, there very rarely was.”Why?” His tone suggested that he didn’t really care to know the answer, he just felt like he should ask to avoid sounding too blunt, too something.

Maybe one day he would relax all of his walls around you, just like the way you never pretended to be do or be anything other than yourself whenever you were with him. 

“No reason,” You shrugged and turned into the kitchen to hide your devious smirk. Arthur’s birthday was tomorrow, and you had a plan. “Just curious.”

Arthur’s humourless chuckle in response only set your plan into stone, and you could only hope that he would like what you had in store for him. You would have to work fast, but that was okay - you were good at working under pressure.

——

You hadn’t been sure that you were going to make it, but you were almost grateful for the fact that not only did Arthur work long hours, but also that the commute to and from his gig today was an hour long. That gave you almost nine hours to clean up the flat and do all the small unimportant tasks that neither of you ever got around to doing, go out shopping for all of the ingredients you needed, plus a few gifts for Arthur (nothing you ever bought for him would be enough, but it was the best you could do with the time and the money that you had available to you), and then get home, bake the cake, wait for it to cool down while you wrapped his presents, decorate the cake, and then… put on one of Arthur’s gifts underneath your normal clothes.

The poor man wouldn’t have any idea of what was lovingly - and sometimes frantically - prepared for him when he came home from work that day, and that was just how you liked it.

——

You were so excited when the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the apartment that you couldn’t have stopped yourself from running over to greet him even if you had tried, throwing your arms around his neck as you pulled yourself as close to him as physically possible.

“Arthur!” A happy exclamation which had Arthur stiffen slightly in your hold before he nervously chuckled and wrapped his wiry arms around your waist, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Hey,” He murmured, the slightest of smiles tugging at his thin lips as with a happy sigh did he sink into your enthusiastic touch. “I missed you today.”

Uh-oh. Your stomach sank; that meant that he had had a bad day, so adept were you at extracting Arthur’s true meanings behind his sometimes cryptic or vague statements. Still, today was his birthday and what you had worked hard to achieve in nine hours would undoubtedly turn his day around. 

You squeezed Arthur to you tightly and then as you pulled away, you said, “I missed you too. So much. But hey - “ Arthur’s face tipped down towards the floor and his throat convulsed in muffled laughter, and to quickly salvage the remnants of the palpable relief on his face as he came home did you put a hand under his chin to meet his eyes with yours. You wanted to see his reaction when he heard you say, “Happy birthday, honey!”

You saw his strong, dark brows crease. “Y-you remem - you remembered that it was my birthday?”

Feeling those tears prick your eyes did you somehow manage to say around the lump in your throat, “I did more than remember, Arthur.” You stepped back and held your hand out to him with an encouraging smile. “Let me show you.”

You led Arthur over to the living room table, where his presents were piled up together. A shocked noise escaped him and without even looking at him did you know that he was either going to cry, or he was going to have a laughing attack. 

“I also baked you a cake. It’s in the fridge.”

“Y- You… You did all of this for me?” The inflection in Arthur’s voice didn’t escape your notice and it made your heart clench painfully in your chest. Even though you had never been any different with him, you swore there and then that you were going to love him so hard for whatever time that you had together that it would make up for his thirty some years of constant neglect and abuse.

“Of course I did,” You could see a question burning in Arthur’s eyes and you could only say, “You’re you. I’m sorry, I can’t explain it any better than that.”

You saw Arthur’s throat jump and the sheer panic in his eyes made you point to the small pile of presents on the coffee table. 

“You can open them if you’d like to. They’re all for you.” You made the inflection deliberate and Arthur caught it, his hypnotic eyes flitting to you, to the presents and back to you. The disbelief was palpable and you smiled sadly. “Yes, really. Go on - open them.” An encouraging smile disguised the lump in your throat and you wondered if this was how Arthur felt all the time.

Arthur, with his throat convulsing with hard swallows and muffled chuckles, set his hand, open palm flat, on one of the presents and traced the paper with his fingers as he picked up the gift. He moved to sit on the sofa, looking behind him as he did so and sweeping a hand through his hair, and sat with the gift on his knee for a few seconds before, with nimble fingers, did he follow the way you had wrapped the gift to unfold the paper. He followed those same lines again to fold it up, and you knew with a twinge of your heart that he would keep the paper in his journal; it smelled like you, you had touched it, you had gifted him things; and the paper meant almost as much to him as the gifts themselves did.

One by one did he follow this same pattern; by the third gift was his bottom lip trembling. He was so in awe of everything you had gifted him: a hard back journal, the first page inscribed with the words, send in the clowns, a lyric from one of his favourite Frank Sinatra songs which you had written yourself; a further small evidence of your continued existence in his life, a huge pack of black ink pens which were labelled as ‘quick dry’, some more cigarettes (these, you didn’t wrap but you left in the pile of presents so that he understood), several new cardigans, a proper The Murray Franklin Show mug with an authentication certificate, and several other smaller pieces. You had been scrimping and saving for months to get all of the money together so that you could get these gifts for him, and you were happy to see that Arthur was so overwhelmed by all of this.

“A-are you sure that th-this is all for me, Y/N? I - I don’t de-deserve - “

You moved all of the gifts off of Arthur’s lap and put them back on the coffee table, and then situated yourself easily onto the now vacated space, looping your arms around his neck. “Yes, you do. You deserve all of this and more. Happy birthday, Arthur.” You kissed his cheek again and again, one of your hands moving to cup the opposite cheek.

“Thank you.” Arthur’s slender hand reached up to tenderly touch your wrist, his fingers grazing across the pulse he knew to be jumping there as his hand travelled upwards to slide his fingers in the spaces between your own. “For everything. All of these gifts, I - thank you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Your lips met easily and you shuffled closer to Arthur, your body fully seated on his thighs. His arms wrapped around you easily even as you said, “Do you want some cake, darling? You can have anything you want today. It’s your birthday.”  As you spoke, you borrowed some courage from a place within you which only Arthur could bring out into the light, and you pulled your shirt up and over your head to reveal your lingerie; his eyes darkened in lust almost immediately.

“Mm,” He tugged you closer, shaking his head. Dark curls fell over his forehead, framing his green oceans beautifully. “I don’t want cake right now. I want to unwrap my main gift”. His eyes gleamed in a way that let you know you were going nowhere any time soon.

If loving Arthur created this kind of confidence in him, then what else could your love do for him, to him?

On this night would you be left to discover just how much of a hold you had over him, and indeed, his over you was of a similar magnitude. 

Neither of you would have it any other way.

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love, marriage, money

Sounds good 😍

Let’s hope we all see clearly in 2020!

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@justahyena 🤣🤣🤣 That is hilarious 😂

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Joker 2019

Guys, I have the day off: I rebuild my bedroom for this. This is going to be a fucking amazing day! My boy on the t.v. 😍😘

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IMAGINE

You lay on your bed, Arthur is spooning you. He pushs his cock into you, slowly, deeply.

You feel his breath in your neck, he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

„(y/n), you feel so so good for me.“ He moans, you are so tight, so wet.

His hand on your waist, gentle touches down where you need it.

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Thats so cool 🥰

Christmas Joker icons for you all

If you use/save, please like/reblog

enjoy ~

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Please please please someone write a fic about this. I fucking need this

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I can totally agree with this 😄

Reblog this if you a Clown Fucker™ + wanna be friends

Where my Joker Horny hoes at ˖✧♡+ﾟ

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Hello sweetie. I just wanted to stop by and say a huge 'thank you' for following me. Feel free to lurk in my master lists, send me anon messages or throw gifs at me at any time. Merry December and all the best for 2020. xxxx

That so cute, thank you. I thank you for your writing. To you too a merry December. 😁

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As sad as it is, this is basically my childhood...

PARENTS PLEASE

parents, please PLEASE PLEASE

• don’t give your child a gift and then take it away because “you paid for it.”

• DO NOT ridicule your child for their sexual preference.

• DO NOT ridicule your child for their gender identity.

• don’t tell them they can make a decision for themselves and then get mad when they choose the “wrong decision”.

• let them freely practice and experiment with any religion, not just yours.

• DO NOT NOT NOT THREATEN TO SEND THEM AWAY TO AN ORPHANAGE/FOSTER HOME IF THEY MISBEHAVE

• don’t tell you child they have to ask for ANY food before they get it (because from experience i can say it ruins your life when you visit other people’s houses)

• PLEASE DON’T TELL YOUR CHILD THEY LOOK BAD IF THEY CANT FIX IT IN FIVE MINUTES (weight, clothing they like to wear, ect. is a big no no and can cause huge self-hatred issues)

• please dont get mad at your child when they open up to you and it has something to do with you and then wonder why they spend half their time in their room like a hermit and never open up to you.

• dont treat them like shit and wonder why they dont respect you.

• dont bribe them to do what you want by offering them a “treat” if they do what you want OR EVEN WORSE THREATEN TO TAKE THEIR PERSONAL BELONGINGS AWAY IF THEY DONT DO WHAT YOU WANT ALL THE TIME.

• dont deny that you are in a bad mood and then blame them for every problem that caused your mood

• dont deny that you have made a mistake and messed up.

• dont deny their mental instabilities/disorders.

• get the medication they need.

• get the therapy they need.

SO BASICALLY

DON’T FUCKING EMOTIONALLY ABUSE YOUR KIDS BECAUSE EMOTIONAL ABUSE IS ABUSE TOO.

I CAN LITERALLY TELL YOU FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE THAT ALL OF THESE THINGS FUCK UP A KID’S LIFE AND RUIN THEIR PERSONALITIES.

DON’T BE A DICK. ACT LIKE AN ADULT.

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I‘m so in love with this man. ❤️🔥

Arthur you are so precious, we all see you and we are in love with you. Thank you for being you. We notice you, we appreciate your kindness, the way you dance left us speechless, you‘re such a handsome man. You‘re smile is breathtaking.

We want to touch your soft hair, touch your skin, kiss you, hold you all day long. We want to hold your hand.

You are amazing.

And of course we wanna fuck you.

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Happy Birthday Arthur, we love you! 😘🍀

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Arthur Fleck Drabble #2

Please be warned: Character death, pls don’t read if this triggers you, stay save. Gifs not mine.

Doctor: „I‘m sorry J, (y/n)... the injuries are too bad. Theres nothing we can do. I am sorry.

Joker is devasted. How could it be possible, you will not be around him anymore. He can‘t kiss you anymore. It should be him, not you. You are an angel. He loves you so so much. He loves your smile, to hold you in his arms on a bad day, loves he can talk to you for hours. You accepted all of him. You fell in love with Arthur and stayed by his side when he turned into Joker. He just can‘t believe this.

He tries so hard not to cry. He must go to you. Slowly Joker turns to get to your room. He have to say goodbye. The last thing you should see is Joker smiling, the last words you should hear, a whispered „I love you (y/n).

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Arthur Fleck Drabble #1

Arthur: „Sorry (y/n), if I could I would buy you the world. I hate it to be poor.“

Arthur looks away from you, ashamed.

(y/n) with a straight face: „You‘re poor? You lucky guy, I have to save money to get poor.“

Arthur is quiet, slowly he turn his head to you, clearly confused. As you begin laughing, he realize it was just a joke to cheer him up.

Arthur hugs you, a small smile on his lips.

Sorry, if you find any mistakes please feel free to correct me, English is not my first language. 🙏

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Joker 2019 Fandom

Oh my, guys. Today I went in the movie „Joker“ for the second time. Guess what. I was all by myself. There was no one. Just me. Me. And Arthur. Did I enjoy the movie? Yes! Did I dance along Joker on the staircase? Of course I did. So you wanna know what else I did? All alone in the dark. Alone with our sweet boy? You know what I did. Three times. 😉💦

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IMAGINE

Arthur looking at you like this.

#joker #arthur fleck #reader #joker imagine # arthur fleck reader #I want to to be this cigarette #💖

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Joker (2019) fandom

OMG I love too be a part of this fandom, all of you are amazing people. You deserve all the good things in the world. ❤️

Your Arthur/reader and Joker/reader fics are breathtaking. Thanks to all off you, for this fantastic fics. I love you all! 😊😘

#Joker #Joker2019 #Arthur Fleck #Joker # Joker fandom #arthurxreader #jokerxreader #arthur fleck reader #joker reader