The Patron Saint of Self-Injury

“I’m so glad I get to kiss you all the time now,” she said.

“Oh yeah? Do you?” he teased, not displeased by the assertion.

She answered, “Well, you’re sort of my boyfriend, right?”

The word caught him by surprise, sounding foreign and maybe a little awkward in reference to himself. That word was usually reserved for other men, men with more experience and tact with women than he had. And yet he liked the sound of it, the way it rolled out of her pretty mouth for him. My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

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Title: Really? Really.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1473

Description: You and Arthur have just started seeing each other when you invite him over for a movie night. A romantic scenes leaves the two of you longing for more. 

This was a request from @sophiefleck involving a movie night with a romance scene and a ‘first time’ for Arthur. I’m enamored with the idea of Arthur as a virgin and as a result I’m very interested in his ‘first times’, so I agreed to write this as a drabble. I suppose it turned out a bit longer than a drabble, but it was nice to write regardless. Let me know what you think. Requests are open. No minors.

Edmund Joseph Sullivan

illustration for The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam