Yo can i request a personal headcanon? My name is Sarah, im kinda goth, sarcastic, i make jokes all the time, depressed most of the time, i like to draw/write, soft for the people i love. Do whatever you think would be good for me!! THX @horror-flick-chick
A/N: I apologize for any personality inaccuracies.
First and foremost, you and Arthur would instantly hit it off with the same dark, dry humor.Many of your first hangouts were spent sharing in each other's sarcastic jokes, and to say that Arthur was anything less than topping over with laughter by the end of the night was an understatement.Arthur had never met anyone who truly made him laugh until he had met you, and this only made him fall that much more in love with you that much faster. Not only did you make him laugh, but you inspired his comedy, and that was a trait in a lover he never thought he'd be lucky enough to find.Arthur found your gothic style quirky but adorable; it caught his eye the moment he first saw you. He had never seen anyone purposely dress what he thought of as the physical manifestation of the emotions he was always feeling, but he was drawn to it, and he lovedit. Though too shy to talk to you, you eventually approached Arthur, drawn to his haunting but handsome, polite demeanor."Hi," you said politely. "I'm Sarah."Arthur's eyes had shot up to you, and he had instantly started cackling; at first you were confused, and stepped back a bit, thinking he was laughing at you; but once you saw the pain in his eyes, you knew it was far more complicated than that. You knew Arthur was more complicated than that, and he showed you the true good of his soul within minutes of meeting you as soon as his soft spoken voice had been able to reach out through his cackles.Pretty soon, you two had hit it off, and before you knew it you were both bonding over everything you had in common-styles, humor, hobbies, and all."Why do you dress like that?" Arthur asked abruptly. He didn't want to seem rude, but he was so intrigued by your unique style that he couldn't help himself. "Oh." You were suddenly flustered, a little self conscious."I don't know. It just feels like me."Arthur smiled his most tender smile at you, and your heart melted."I like it. I like you."And with that, it was a confirmation that you were two lost souls that had finally found one another; both gentle and sweet, yet dark and dry in how they approached the world and their humor. You two were perfect for one another in more ways than one; you two simply understood the combination of being both sarcastic but kind to those who deserved it, and especiallythose you loved.Arthur would joke that he looked naturally goth and didn't even have to dress up.You two had more fun with each other than you did with anyone else, so well did you know one another. This, of course, made it easy for Arthur to fall head over heels in love with you, and soon, you two were inseparable.Arthur and you would bond immensely over how many jokes you both loved to make, and you both would be obsessed with helping the other with their jokes and comedy; especially Arthur. He found you so much funnier than he was, and, as a result, he refused to work on any of his jokes or "solidify" them unless you were there to help him to make them the funniest they could be.Much of your time together would end in Arthur pouncing himself on top of you, peppering you in kisses, or would end in a a just as equally playful manner; Arthur chasing you around the apartment and tickling you until you fell to the ground being one of them.Arthur would adore how artistic and creative you were; Arthur himself had always been rather creative, but it wasn't until he had met you that he truly got inspired to start honing his writing and drawings skills more. Although Arthur was a definite beginner in all areas of these, it suddenly seemed alright,simply because he had you by his side now. No longer was he alone in his creativity or imagination; now he was inspired to do much more than doodle silly little characters in his journal. Cute they were, but now he wanted to sharpen his skills so that he could truly express his inner life the way you did.As a result of all of this similar qualities, much of your hangouts resulted in creative sessions; whether they were drawing related, writing related, or joke related, there was always something you both were working on, honing your craft together, increasing his skill with it as your love for one another deepened as well. Much like how Arthur empathized and understood your humor and creativity, he also understood your struggles with your mental health, having his own struggles with it as well. Many of your nights were spent with Arthur simply holding you, rocking you back and forth on your worst days when you just couldn't get yourself to do anything. Arthur would hum in his off tune but endearing voice, murmuring to you sweet, comforting nothings as he told you about his day, about how much he loved you, and, if you were in the mood, a few jokes, knowing that you found just his very voice and presence comforting/"Don't you know how strong you are, Sarah?" Arthur would mutter as he gently took his finger and lifted your chin to meet his gaze. Your eyes would spill over in bittersweet tears in the wake of his understanding, and you would allow yourself to be fully vulnerable with him as he was with you; and, just like that, you two found healing in that one simple concept; being honest, truthful and open with one another about how you were feeling, knowing your pain was safe with the other.These sessions and bad nights would only cause Arthur to fall deeper in love with you, seeing himself in you in so many aspects that it was almost overwhelming.As Arthur's own pain deepened as his life went on, he only became more determined to protect you from whatever may be causing you pain, whether it be physical or, even worse, your own mind play tricks on you, telling you that you were undeserving of anything wonderful and of anything having to do with love, when nothing could be possibly be less true.Arthur started a list of everything he would do for you when you were down; he would write down everything you found comforting when you were feeling nothing, out of it, lost, or whatever other bad moods may plague your mind. He kept the list on the kitchen wall, and read it over and over until he had it memorized.They were often simply but heartfelt things. Arthur didn't have much to give you in this life, but he had his love, and for you, that was more than enough.In turn, you were always there for Arthur-the man was full of his own pain, but you were more than willing to always be there to help him out of it in any form you were possibly able.Many nights, much like how some would be full of laughter, would also be full of pain and tears, but through Arthur's gently murmured words and your words of affirmation for how much you loved and adored him did you two find some relief and healing in the other.When there were days when you couldn't get up, just didn't see the point, Arthur was right there beside you, stroking your face, back, legs, anything he could to remind you that you were here, real and, above all, worth it and everything and more.Arthur would never allow your negative thoughts to win, ever, and you were more than determined to do the same for him.Together, you were a force to be reckoned with, and nothing could ever, ever being the two of you down as long as you had the other.----------------------------"May I request a imagine for Arthur fleck and my name is Luna and I'm artistic and I have Some trauma and I need soothing" Here you go! <3 @lunvella"Luna."Arthur spoke your name from across the room. He had just returned home from his job, and he was leaning against the wall by the kitchen, concern gracing his gentle features as he observed your shaking, hunched over body.Usually when Arthur came home you were working diligently on a piece of artwork or a painting, or some creative project, and Arthur's admiration for how talented and persistent you were with your hobbies would overcome him each and every day, so proud to call you his, but not today. No, today you were only sitting on the couch, hunched over and visibly trembling in your skin.You hand't even looked up or acknowledged him, and that was how Arthur knew something was truly wrong. Normally, you would jump up and run over to Arthur instantly, gripping his brown curls excitedly and digging your fingers into his skin in the most loving, desirable fashion, to which Arthur's face would crinkle up lovingly, until his eyes were nothing but happy black slits covered in his smile wrought wrinkles that were now more marked full of love than they were torment. You had healed that for him a bit, as much as the irrevocable wounds of his life could be; true love had a funny way of healing wounds that seemed impossible to fix. He would be eternally grateful for it always. Always was he looking to return the deep seated favor, always. And right now, he saw no better opportunity to do so than coming home and seeing your wrapped up within yourself, body shaking, eyes lost in some deep thought as you seemed to forget your surrounds around you. Even him-and that was so unlike you that it almost made Arthur's blood run cold.Arthur rushed up to you and kneeled down beside you. "Hey, hey," Arthur muttered gently, his thumbs caressing your knees as he tried to bering you back from the icy layer you had found yourself in. You didn't respond-you simply kept staring forward, looking at nothing, seeing nothing."Luna, darling, please come back to me," Arthur pleaded in his most tender, considerate voice. "I need you here, sweetheart, so much." Something about Arthur's voice lulled you out of even your darkest state. His soft, tender tones were like magic to you. After a moment, you turned your head and looked at Arthur-there was the slightest recognition, and, dared Arthur to think, even warmth as you gazed into his gentle green oceans that were full of nothing but tender love and understanding. His inner warmth reflected back at you through your pain, as if he could bring some of his life to you simply by being there and looking into you, touching you, holding you.Arthur hummed sympathetically and reached out with a worn hand, gently wiping away some of the tears that were falling down your cheek that you hadn't even noticed were there, so lost inside your own head you were. You let out a small hiccup, and Arthur couldn't help but smile lovingly at how adorable and precious you were-though his heart also did a squeeze of pain knowing how much suffering you were in, and how little you deserved it. Usually it was you doing the gushing and comforting over him, so much trauma did Arthur himself have, but today it was all about Arthur learning how to protect and love you in any way he possibly could grant you. He owed you a lifetime of gratitude and love, and, although you had reassured Arthur countless times that Arthur didn't need to "repay" you for any of the love you granted him, he was more than happy to grant you any happiness and healing he could give you in return.Arthur quickly eased himself up by your side, and wrapped his arms around you, gently rubbing your arms to bring you back to him as he pressed warm lips to the top of your trembling head. The feeling of his beloved hand against yours was enough to bring you back the slightest bit."I wish you could tell me what's wrong," Arthur mumbled in his most soothing and tender of tones through his gentle kiss. "But for now, darling, simply sitting with you will have to do." Arthur was trying to ignore the pain in his own heart that was shredding him from the inside out at seeing you in so much pain. He loved you more than he loved himself, more than he loved life itself. You two bore similar deep scars of trauma and pain; though Arthur didn't know the full context of yours, he knew how trauma of any sort could permanently damage and possibly even handicap a person for the rest of their days. Arthur would give anything in his power to take away every ounce of pain inside of you that held you back more than it helped you; he knew the same was true for you love for him. But for now, all he could do was simply hold you, rocking you gently back and forth in his arms, muttering sweet nothings into your ear as he took in how muchsuffering the two of you were in. Sometimes, there was nothing to do but simply endure together. Sometimes, there was no solution; only two broken souls cradling each other under the tent of true love until it passed. "How does a hot drink sound?" Arthur offered. Your head was rested under his chin, the rocking of Arthur's arms that were pulling you gently back and forth lulling you into a bittersweet state between torment and peace, consciousness and unconsciousness. You sniffed, then nodded, and Arthur smiled a injured smile at the fist sign that you were here and hearing him-that he was helping you. To know he was doing so was the greatest and most fulfilling task he could ever accomplish; to see you smile or show even the slightest bits of peace again was the most fulfilling sensation that he could ever experience. Arthur got himself up and rushed over to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a mug, and then filling it with your favorite hot drink. When Arthur came back, you were a little more alert, a little more present, and Arthur pressed his lips to your forehead lovingly as he handed you the hot mg. "Be careful, it's hot," Arthur muttered softly. When you nodded, Arthur's heart sank at how tragically precious yet breakable you were in that moment; so broken but so full of love for him. Arthur felt he himself had so much love for you that his heart would surely give out from the feeling.Arthur would do anything for you; anything. Though his own eyes had black bags under them from the unforgiving day, and though his own head was full of heavy, negative thoughts that plagued him almost relentlessly, he was willing to put aside spiritual and physical exhaustion alike in order to simply be there for you. Arthur gently caressed both of your hands with his warm thumb as your trembling eased down the slightest at the sensation of the hot mug and Arthur's equally warm, irreplaceable, and sweet touches. "I love you, Luna, I do. And I'm here," Arthur muttered tenderly as he gazed at you, his love and empathy for you only increasing as he took you in. Just when he thought he already couldn't love you more, he somehow fell more in love with you with each and every passing day.Though neither of your wounds could ever be truly healed, at least not anytime soon, these nights of gentle understanding and endless patience was all either of you needed to get through each painful step at a time, one by one.
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Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019
FanfictionA series of romantic one-shots concerning Arthur Fleck.
