#ESPECIALLY BC I GET TO LOOK AT NIAGARA FALLS WHILE I DO

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Writing fanfic from a hotel room is such a vibe tbh

[jokerownsmysoul]

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I'm so late to this but I've been looking forward to finally ramble about it for weeks. Since the very first moment you mentioned this story I grew so excited day by day about it and still do. I'm so proud of you and so so so so happy to see this story finally brought into the open, so excited to witness this journey with them and to know where it's going to take them. 🥺💙 I can't tell you how much I'm happy. 😭 Your mind is brilliant, you're such an amazing writer and person, and this is conveyed so wonderfully in the reasons why you wanted to write WBH and what's behind it. I've no doubt that it's going to be a wonderful and memorable experience reading this story and follow their adventures as much as it was with WWH. what a wild ride it was, and what a wild ride its going to be. I'm excited and curious to know the way this trip will change and influence them as two individuals and as a couple as well. Especially to someone like Arthur who's never been so far from home 💙 but I know that at the rb bc of it all, they never truly change and not even their love does. 💙🥺 And I want to be a little selfish and say that I had been a bit sad at the idea of reading WWH when it was already finished, so now I'm genuinely happy to get the chance to read WBH as it goes. 💙💙💙💙 It wouldn't change the experience of reading it of course, it didn't change the one of WWH for sure, but you know what I mean 🥺💙

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He'd never driven at all. Arthur Fleck was never supposed to get out of Gotham. - I think this line is a perfect start for the first chapter of this story, the images that it evoked in my mind are evocative indeed, they felt so far away like a distant land, absolutely perfect to describe what this story and chapter is going to be. Already made me so excited and nervous 💙

But those nails had been dulled. Gradually filed down since October 1981. - 🥺💙

"I know it's far away,” she said. “But you've always wanted to get out of Gotham. You loved Niagara Falls." - GIRL‼️😭 Hit me right on the spot right away 💙💙💙💙💙 his reply is iconic 😂 and totally understandable 😭

As soon as that had left her lips, he'd known he wouldn't refuse her. Even if twelve days away seemed like forever. - of course he did. 🥺 I love these little ways of showing the person Arthur is that we know so much. It totally makes sense why for him was a yes the second she spoke to him. He's always so considerate, wanting to take care of who he loves, and this is captured so well here💙 I think that the feeling of being needed by Sarah must have delighted him, and to meet her needs as much as wanting to be there for her like she wanted. 💙 This scene tugged at my heartstrings. I loved the way she halted his movements, that he was cleaning and the soft convo they had. So simple but perfect and homely 💙

So far, the ride had been pleasant, teeming with experiences that would be insignificant to most but were consequential to him. - I loved this line, it really said a lot about Arthur having no experiences outside of Gotham than others. You always manage to let the reader know so much with just a single world 💙

Y/N handed him the keys, encouraged him to drive down an abandoned stretch of parking lot. - well thank you for this image because that's hot. Am I allowed to say that's hot? 😂 It's about his hands 🤷🏻‍♀️

The number of country songs increased the further south they went, a genre he hadn't heard besides the occasional musical guest on Murray Franklin or David Endocrine. - another line that manages to say everything with just few words. I could feel so clearly the time go by as the trip proceeded, the landscape change, and as well as the different little things like the music you mentioned. I felt Gotham being increasingly far away while reading these few paragraphs, it was wonderful and this was possible thanks to your way with words 💙

he missed the smooth stylings of Sinatra, the confidence they imparted when he'd hum along and dance his problems out. - 💙💙💙💙💙 I love this part. As I said I felt Gotham far away while reading this, and probably also melancholic since Gotham is somehow "our" home, too, since we've spent two years reading and thinking about Arthur in this set up. It's beautiful to picture Arthur in another place, but I guess it's also nostalgic because we're not used to it, and somehow we miss "home" like he does. But there were some things in this piece like for example the mention of Sinatra that brought me back to his and Sarah's apt, picturing him dance. 💙 That being said, I'm so happy to envision him in another land, to get to see and know and experience things he'd never had the chance to do in Gotham.

Films, TV shows, and common sense told him fields existed. To behold them with his own eyes, outside the frame of a twenty-five-inch screen, was another matter. - another sentence so evocative. Your talent to tell so much with so little is so admiring. 😭😭😭 I love this line. I could see so clearly in my mind the wander in his look, struck by the view before his eyes, as well as his nervousness of course! I haven't mentioned it yet but the way you described Arthur's feelings was wonderful, through your words, his behaviors, and the little habits we know he does when he's nervous like smoking or grounding himself by touching his surroundings. His nervousness was palpable, as well as his fears and hopes, I could feel it all in my own skin. 🥺💙 I love that you described not only about his nervousness and the bad sides of this tripbut also above the beauty of these landscapes that have something new and the good sides. 💙 He wanted to go to California after all, and he's very curious, of course he'd be excited and touched by places he's never seen before, so different and vast than Gotham 🥺 I wonder if he hadn't been so nervous if he'd have enjoyed this long trip more. 💙

Goosebumps rose on his skin. It would be lovely to grab her hand and run through rows of corn. To smell the fresh air, free from the smog of buses, taxis, and humanity. To feel the tickle of wheat along his arms. Or her insistent lips on his. - fuckk meeee of course his mind went to this. 😩😩😩😩😩 That's Peak Arthur's romance right here!!!!! 🌹🌇 I love this ‼️‼️‼️‼️

He groaned and burrowed further into the sticky vinyl seat. - that was so adorable i could hear and see it 😭

Then she changed the song's lyrics to "Making love in the afternoon with Arthur up in our bedroom." - of course. Of course. 😩 I love it. Sarah is always my spirit animal I love this girl 😂 I could feel his distress so clearly in this scene like in the piece as well. Ugh my heart. 💙

He entwined their fingers and attempted to correct her rhythm. - girl. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Nicotine filled his lungs as he gazed at the moonlight, the clouds that carried it across the sky. - one of the little things that brought me back to Gotham and his life. I know it's probably silly but I felt melancholic along with Arthur. 😂 No wonder that he needs a cigarette after all of this 🚬🚬

Nicotine filled his lungs as he gazed at the moonlight, the clouds that carried it across the sky. It was beautiful. A lovely diversion from the churning in the pit of his stomach. - this image was so beautiful ugh. I love the mention of the moonlight, gave the scene such a beautiful atmosphere 🥺

"They're going to love you. Especially when they see how happy you make me." - I'm. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙 Sarah always knows the right thing to say to make him feel better and help him as best she ca, she's wonderful 💙

Rather than streetlamps, neat rows of trees lined either side. The pitch black beyond their rental's headlights made it impossible to survey much of what was behind them, though he guessed the seldom yellow dots were porch lights. / Finally, a driveway came into view, a modest half-circle part of him wanted to follow back to Burnley. Leaning forward, Arthur's eyes roved over the two-story brick house and its single-story extensions. The front porch's white columns contrasted with the rest of the home's deep red. Large, inviting bay windows flanked the forest green door, displays of an existence he'd only seen in magazines. - I loved these paragraphs. The whole place and Mabel's house looks so pretty!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Her fingertip traced the shell of his ear, tucked a curl behind it. "I have to warn you: Mabel's a hugger." - YES! MABEL! I LOVE HER I'M SO HAPPY SHE'S GOING TO POP OUT

"I need to practice," he half-joked, catching her in a tight embrace. - girl listen this made me coo so loud. The cutest thing ever 🥺🥺 I could totally see his gentle teasing smile before hugging her 💙 truly turned me into a puddle 🤧 this little joke IS SO HIM

She kissed him firmly, her smile against his mouth endearingly contagious. "Be yourself, just like you were when I fell for you." - ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ YOU GO GIRL ‼️‼️ once again Sarah always knows what to tell him. This line is great I'm 😭😭😭

I sincerely love the fact that Sarah always makes sure to remind him that in order to be loved and get people's affection and kindness he only, simply needs to be himself 💙💙💙 something that in the movie he didn't believe or thought was possible, as we know. 🥺

At that, he pushed his forehead to hers, hungry to savor her faith in him. And prove her right. - my heart ‼️ is swooning ‼️ WONDERFUL ENDING FOR A WONDERFUL PIECE ‼️‼️‼️‼️💙💙💙💙💙 what a beautiful image.

Ugh girl again. I'm so so proud of you first for writing this and then for posting it. I'm so excited and so happy that I get to follow this journey from the start to the end. So eager to see what these two lovebirds got for us. It's going to be a story full of happiness and heartbreaking and everything in between, just like WWH is. 💙💙💙💙💙💙

Way Back Home - Chapter 1

Summary: Arthur married Y/N a year and a half ago. Now it’s time to meet her family in Missouri. Believing that building a life in Gotham had excised the pain of the past, Y/N accepts Mabel’s invitation to visit, unaware her little sister has hurdles of her own. What starts as a wish to connect becomes an exercise in old wounds. Y/N must choose to face them with Arthur - or alone.

Chapter warning: None

Words: 1,547

Long A/N: In March of 2020, when I was finishing Watch What Happens and already mourning Arthur and his paralegal, the basic idea for this story started with a series of questions. How would Arthur react to a place that is the opposite of Gotham? Would he feel as apart as in the concrete jungle? What would it be like for him, someone who’s always felt alone in the universe, to suddenly have relatives?

And what about Y/N’s own trauma, that welt she’s hidden like a bad headline? I wanted the chance to explore that further, the dynamics of loyalty and trust. The messiness love leads to when all we want is to keep everything in its place. 

There’s plenty of gratitude to go around. To my dear readers who’ve enjoyed this series. To the lovely friends I’ve made within this fandom, including those who’ve left but continue to be kind, wonderful people. And especially to @sweet-nothings04​​, @jokerownsmysoul​​, @thegirlwho​​, and @iartsometimes​​ for encouraging me to get this shit written! This wouldn’t be here without your support. Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul​​ and @iartsometimes​​ for beta-ing!

The repetitive hum of tires on asphalt lulled him into a shallow, sorely needed snooze, a respite from the restlessness that’d nagged him since yesterday morning. They’d just crossed another state line, from Indiana to Illinois. Fourteen hours already spent in a wood paneled station wagon, courtesy of a traffic jam back in New Jersey. Only six more to go.

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