I Really Needed That!

I really needed that!

Made me sooo happy, it's too cute. 😭💕💕

Hold me close~

Request: I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but if you are, could I please have a one shot where Joker is comforting his S/O, like they're his only safe space and she feels like he can be vulnerable around them because they were there for him when he was still Arthur. Bonus points if the reader is plus size and isn't that confident about their looks. Thank you in advance, love your blog!!

Notes: Thank you so much😭 I’m sorry if it’s a bit short, schools been crazy. I hope you enjoy it though!

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Plus Size!reader

Warnings: anxiety

Tags: @vemazing @live-love-loki @ultra-marine-scales @taintednihilist @ajokeformur-ray @alirabbitt

You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at your silhouette. “What the fuck…” you whispered. You had been on a diet for over 2 weeks now, sometimes even skipping meals, without telling Arthur of course, and nothing seemed to work. You weren’t extremely overweight, but you would consider yourself chubby. No matter how many times Arthur tried to tell you that it was fine, it’s nothing to worry about, you couldn’t help but worry.

You felt your eyes burn as your tears began to fall down your cheeks. Why is this so hard? It’s so unfair.

This happened almost every night. You stood in the bathroom, door locked, analyzing your body to no end while Arthur worked his second job. You were glad he wasn’t home to listen to you cry because you often didn’t hold back. You sobbed as you squeezed your skin, a part of you hoping maybe it would magically go away, but it stayed where it was.

You wished you could be with Arthur, in his arms as he held you close, easing away the anxiety and pain the way he always could. But instead you stood there, crying.

You had no clue while you cried, that Arthur wasn’t at work, but outside the bathroom door. He had come home early and heard you crying. He had planned on surprising you. He stood with his hand on the doorknob, not moving a muscle as he listened to your cries.

“I don’t understand what he sees in me” you say out loud. You don’t even realize you’re speaking the words until it’s too late. “He will never find me beautiful. He will never love me.”

“Y/N?” Arthur spoke through the crack of the door. You jumped, turning to the door in surprise.

“Arthur? I thought you were at work, why are you home?” He didn’t respond.

“Do you really think that?” he asked. You didn’t answer. “Can I come in?” He asked. You quickly put on your sweater, and said yes.

Before a second could go by, the door flew open and there were arms around you. Arthur squeezed you tightly, his warm breath tingling your neck. Your arms slowly wrapped around him, and you could feel him relax a bit. He let go of you, taking your hand and leading you from the small bathroom to the living room. He sat you down next to him.

He took your hands into his own and looked into your eyes. Your heart ached, seeing the concern and worry clear as day on his face. “Do you think I don’t love you? That I don’t think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

You breathed in heavy, the words he spoke bearing into you. You could hear the concern in his voice. “Arthur…”

“Baby I love you more than words could possibly describe.” He says, bringing your hands to his mouth, kissing them softly. “Your size doesn’t matter to me. You matter to me. All of you.”

A tear falls down your cheek. Your hand breaks free from his own and you place it on his cheek. You can feel the remnants of his own tears. “I love you too Arthur.” you said. He smiled at you and you pulled him into a soft kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you do that often?” He asks, referring to the thoughts you had spoken out loud in the bathroom.

“Not every day but… often.” You looked down to your lap.

He didn’t respond, just pulling you into a tight hug. Your face fell into his chest, feeling the shallow rise and fall of his breath. He kissed your forehead. “When you... “ he started. “When you feel these things, please talk to me.”

You nodded against him. “I don’t want you to be alone with this. Not how I was.” he continued. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He knew the pain you were going through and he wanted to make sure that you have the support he never had.

“Thank you.” you whispered. He hugged you tighter, as if he was double checking that you were there. After a moment he let go and leaned back on the couch.

“Let’s watch some Murray.” he said, pulling you into his arms. As you leaned into his side, you could tell that he was holding you extra tight. His arms felt safe, the safest place you could possibly be in a time like this. Your anxiety seemed to simmer away while his hand rubbed your shoulder. This was your favorite place to be.