OneShots x Reader.

Fake Boyfriend. (Arthur Fleck x Reader)

OK SO LISTEN
i was supposed to to a joker and Arthur but I got lazy and only did the Arthur side
this was around Christmas time, too..
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Arthur Fleck -
Y/N's legs sprinted towards the elevator, her feet going as fast as her legs could possibly go. "Hold it! Please, hold it!" She wailed out in despair, praying it was the person in this whole entire building that would actually hold the elevator door open for you.

Y/N's prayers were quickly answered when a certain brown haired man popped half of his head out of the doorway and slammed the side of the faulty transport machine. It reacted to his hand and stayed opened. Y/N scrambled in, trying not to drop the 2 or 3 plastic bags weighing on the side of her arms.

"Arthur I'm so glad you exist." Y/N said truthfully, not really realizing what she said. All the physical activity made her faint. The polite man found that funny and chuckled at her words. Arthur and Y/N are neighbors to eachother. Friends, to say the least.

Arthur was a very interesting character to Y/N. She found herself dazed over the thought that someone- in Gotham- could be so nice and polite. Not that she was complaining. Hell, she adored the fact that he was so kind and caring. "So, Artie-"

This was a nickname that Y/N had given him for as long as they can remember, which was about a month ago. The nickname was more of an inside joke between the two, having Y/N accidentally saying that straight off the bat instead of saying Arthur. Arthur couldn't help but chuckle at when she made that mistake, and gladly allowed her to continue her use of using it. "Doing anything for Christmas- with your mother?"

"Ah, might just spend it with my Mom- yea.." he sheepishly admitted, twiddling the letters he retrieved from his mailbox in his hand. It must've been electrical bills. Or something else that costed money. Y/N was going to pipe up about them, but that'll put them both in a depressing mood knowing that bills have to be paid and money has to be wasted.

"That'll be nice. I'm sure she'll enjoy the company." Arthur nodded in agreement.

The elevator suddenly shook its grounds, wobbling harder than usual and having a blackout. This always happened whenever Y/N would take the machine. It pissed her off. The two adults both groaned in sync at the machine's faulty mechanism.

They decided to ignore it, for their groans had already done all the speech needed. "What are you doing then?" He asked, dragging his eyes over to your shorter form. "Oh- well.. my family is wanting me to come over. I don't know if I should go.." she mumbled, biting her lip in thought. "I think you should. Family's important, yknow?"

That gleam that Arthur's eyes produced made Y/N feel bad for saying that. "You're right.. I probably will. For atleast a week." Y/N confirmed with herself, nodding in approval. Arthur did the same thing, now agreeing in her choice. The two didn't end the conversation there. They continued to talk about family- and what annoys them the most within them.

It was more just Arthur listening to Y/N and nodding in agreement, or adding in his own words. Arthur didn't have a family. Just him and his mother. Hell, he might even include Y/N into his family.

When Y/N first moved into this building about a good month ago, Arthur had been the only one willing to show her around through the twists and turns of what the complex has to offer. After that, they've gotten closer, like when seeing eachother in public they'd waste no time to greet eachother and exchange their day. Or maybe Y/N inviting Arthur for dinner because of Arthur doing a favor for her.

It was partly hard for them, considering their work hours and whatnot. But, both of them saw eachother as friends. Good ones, at that.

"I just couldn't believe that guy. People just have no respect." Arthur said, deep in a rant of his experience on the bus. Y/N nodded, also feeling the angry spark in her chest. "People are just horrible these days."