Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

Drunk/High HC

Request: Can we get some drunk!Arthur headcanons, and possibly also some high!Arthur headcanons too. Thanks!

Side note: I've never been high before, so I don't really know what its like. I've had friends who have been high so I'm just basing it off of how they act/stuff I've read online lmao. It might not be very accurate, so for that I'm sorry!

Drunk Arthur:

You two don't drink vey often, you already worry about Arthur's healthy enough as it is. But when you do, it is intense.About two drinks in and he's a goner, being such a light weight man.Arthur is so, so needy.His filter is completely gone, and all does is tell you how in love with you he is, how beautiful he thinks you are, and is constantly telling you a corny joke in between hiccups.He'll ask you questions the deepest of his insecurities wonder that he's not bold enough to say or even think about when sober. "Do you really love me?" "You're my everything. Am I everything you've ever wanted?" "You're not going to leave me, are you?" And so on.Of course, you answer these questions with thoughtful honestly, and when you reassure him how much you love and need him, he melts like butter in the sun.He also says some colorful things, insulting his boss at Ha-Ha's, and complaining about Randall and the others who make him feel bad at work.He'll also start telling you his elaborate plans to get you out of Gotham, to start a family and get a better life together (something you know he always wanted ever since falling in love with you, but he's always far too shy to say sober)He clings onto you like you're his lifeline throughout the night, never letting you go.When you do let him go for whatever reason, he starts to panic, the combination of the surreal feeling of being drunk and not physically being able to touch you making him feel like you're just a hallucination.He literally clings onto your back like a koala bear the entire time he's drunk, so much to the point where he's stepping on your heels every time you try to walk.This goes for both in public, and in your apartment together.No, he doesn't give a damn about the stares that he gets, as long as his arms are wrapped around you tightly.If you tell him to get off, he just becomes upset and mumble and buries his face into your shoulder.You adore this needy, clingy Arthur though, and most of what you say is just gentle teasing.Kisses you clumsily everywhere, and sometimes tries to kiss your lips but almost always misses, kissing you somewhere awkward like the side of your nose instead.He doesn't bother trying to hide how jealous he is. If you both are out and he's drunk, he will literally give any person that is looking at you too nicely a death glare.When you're both finally home from the bar or wherever you were, he'll clumsily grab a blanket and jump onto your lap like a child, pulling it up to his face and asking you to tell him something to help him relax and fall asleep.You often end up telling him a story, listening to the radio, bonding over corny jokes, turning on the tv to drone in the background while he falls asleep, or simply stroke his hair gently while you tell him whatever random thoughts come into your head while he stares at you adoringly though sleepily and bleary eyes, the last of the alcohol starting to wear off and replaced by sleepiness and a simple craving for your comforting warmth.When he wakes up, he's frazzled and blushing, and panicked when he thinks about everything he said the night before.With a few of your kisses, you reassure him that you love all of him, that there's no side of him you don't love, and that you already knew most of what he told you anyway.He then wears off his hangover by spending the morning with you, sometimes having a headache and simply resting his head on your shoulder while you cook breakfast, taking in your warmth and eating your food until it passes.Sometimes you rub his forehead gently if his headache is real bad, and he practically purrs at your touch.You love the feel of the lines of his face against your fingertips, reminding you of how fragile he is.He closes his eyes, his adorable face relaxed and happy that he has someone like you to take care of him and love him when he's a bit of a mess.

High Arthur:

He is so giggly.He'll literally sit with a blunt on the couch, giggling to himself maniacally. When you beg him to tell you what he's thinking about, he closes up, mumbling "no", telling you you wouldn't get it. Which results in you kissing his face mercilessly, whispering "please" playfully while you tickle him until he breaks down and tells you.Very relaxed, his usual anxiety not as apparent.When he first discovers weed, he's shocked that there's such a thing as something that will make him feel distant from reality, something that will take the edge off of life a bit.Sometimes he smokes a lot when he knows you'll be gone for awhile, the anxiety of you not being physically with him being too much for him to handle.When he's high and in your company, he likes to wrap himself around you, just enjoying the surreal feeling of what the plant gives him.He loves that the outside world suddenly doesn't feel so heavy, and the combination of you in his arms is just heaven.Sometimes he'll just stare at you with red eyes and start smirking, though he's too spaced out to process that he's turned on just by looking at you.You tease him gently for how red his eyes get, and this only makes him relax more, feeling like he can just laugh at life for a little while.Sometimes he'll start getting really creative and just start splattering paint on the walls, writing and painting enigmatic things like he does in his journal.He'll paint things like black holes and some disturbing smiley faces, but you just admire it as you try to understand your Arthur further, glad that he was at least indulging his feelings in something therapedic.He'll also just do random eccentric writing and scribbling in his journal. Though his thoughts are always jumbled and hard to understand, they're even more so when he's high.There is often just drawings of black scribbles and random writing that maybe are supposed to be jokes, but you can't tell.You clean the art off the walls afterwords and bring him gently to his bed, stroking him until he sleeps it off.He'll also take out his clown paint and outfit and start dressing you and himself up, giggling like a child, saying you make "such a pretty clown."He'll also get an increased appetite and starting eating half of your kitchen, which you completely allow because he's already so thin.As a matter of fact, when he starts to get too thin, you get him high for this exact reason.He craves your touch even more when high, becoming extra sensitive to it. He'll beg for you to play with his hair, caress him, and spoil him with touches as he rides his high out.There are dark sides and risks to him being high too, at first. Having an already unstable mind and being inexperienced with weed led to some scary side effects.Since time and sensory perception changes for Arthur when he's high, the first couple of times he freaks out considerably, having multiple panic attacks and bouts of anxiety.The worst time was when he hallucinated your death, which resulted in him laughing until his lungs were raw and dry, and you holding him in your arms, almost ready to call an ambulance, until finally, with some of your warm, urgent kisses and soft reassurances, he calmed down.His paranoia also would get really bad, which could make him impulsive and violent, so you often kept him inside the apartment and under your care if you knew he was going to smoke.You told him not to smoke without you around the apartment, but when you were gone and his anxiety was at its peak, he couldn't help himselfOnly once was he alone with his delusions and anxiety, which resulted in you rushing home from you errands to calm him down after a messy phone call.You made him promise to not use it to cope until he got more used to weed, and he reluctantly promised.After a few months of letting him smoke when he wanted with you in the apartment, he began to have more relaxed sessions, and eventually you decided he could handle it on his own.You tried to remind him not to rely on it too much, already being a heavy cigarette smoker. He promised you that as long as he had you, he "wouldn't need any external substances to cope".At first you scoffed at this, but as time went on and he smoked cigarettes less, smoked weed less, and drank less, you found that you really were the best remedy to his unhealthy coping mechanisms. He never quit, but he was becoming so much healthier.Things weren't perfect, but with you in his life, everything was easier.