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twistedtummies2 · 4 years ago

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Gotham’s 31 Most Wanted - NUMBER ONE

The first month of the new year ends today. Ladies and gentlemen…undecided…fellow geeks and nerds alike…the hour has come. Today marks the end of Gotham’s 31 Most Wanted. All throughout January, I’ve counted down My Top 31 Favorite Batman Villains of All Time. Now, the time has arrived for me to unveil the wicked fiend at the top of the criminal heap. If you haven’t guessed who it is by now – especially if you know me fairly well – that’s quite a shock. But if you need a hint: he can’t be killed, that’s why they cast a Phoenix to play him. (And again, if you got that reference, you are awesome.) MY NUMBER ONE FAVORITE BATMAN VILLAIN IS…The Joker.

Now, for MOST of you reading this, this is probably neither a surprise nor a disappointment. The Joker – The Clown Prince of Crime – has been Batman’s nemesis practically since he was first created. The character first appeared in the first issue of Batman’s title series in 1940; the character had only been around for three years, and most of his villains prior to the Ace of Knaves never really “stuck,” so to speak. However, despite apparently dying in that first issue, the Joker was, at the last minute, given a second lease of life: someone on the team making Batman recognized the potential of the character, and a final panel of the comic was hastily slapped together, revealing that the Joker wasn’t actually dead. This began a long tradition for the character: over and over and over again, the Joker has seemingly died in horrible ways. He’s been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, drowned, torched, blown to bits, hit by automobiles, and has fallen from great heights, just to name a FEW of the ways the character has seemingly kicked the bucket…but, inevitably, the character pops up again, usually with no real explanation of HOW he survived, just to cause trouble once more. However, one could argue this also marked the beginning of a trend that, in recent years, has been seen more and more frequently: the OVERUSE of the Joker. You see, after that initial appearance in Batman #1, the Joker appeared over and Over and OVER again in multiple stories that followed, almost one after the other. And to this date, the character has appeared – both in and out of comics – more times than any other Batman Villain out there. Counting only live-action standalone theatrical films (and you will note how VERY specific that category is), the character has appeared in movies no less than FOUR times. In direct contrast, looking at the same category, most Batman Villains who have even gotten a CHANCE to appear in such movies don’t get more than one or two appearances. I think the only ones who have come close so far are Catwoman and Scarecrow, and in the latter’s case, that was because he appeared in all three “episodes” of the Dark Knight Trilogy. So, technically, there’s only one version of Jonathan Crane in this sector. And let’s not even THINK of other media beyond that, like animated features, TV shows and their spinoffs, direct-to-video movies, video games, et cetera and so on and Scooby-Dooby-Doo. (Literally, since he’s APPEARED in Scooby-Doo…multiple times…see what I mean?) As a result of this constant popping up over and over again, the character has, in recent years, received a bit of a backlash. It’s probably been around for a while, but the time when I heard it becoming most vocal was when the “Arkham” games came out. In “Arkham City,” you see, the character died, and many fans felt it was one of the best “True” deaths the character had. It was even meant to cap off a career, as it marked – at the time – what everybody thought would be the inimitable Mark Hamill’s last time playing the role. But just as he has in comics before, the Joker – and Hamill as the Joker – returned in later installments of the series, and many felt the Clown Prince was starting to poke his pale nose into places he really didn’t belong. More and more people were saying that the Joker was, while perhaps not necessarily OVERRATED as a villain, certainly OVERUSED: people wanted other Batman Villains to get the same focus and attention he was getting, and for DC to stop falling back on him as a way to get sales going and get fans interested. I must confess, despite my placing him here at the top…very recently, I’ve started having similar feelings. I needn’t discuss the…well…EVERYTHING that was Jared Leto’s Joker, and while I personally liked the TV series “Gotham,” the way they handled Joker/The Valeska Brothers is actually one of my personal biggest upsets with the series. Those are just two examples. However, it doesn’t annoy me as much as the overuse I’ve mentioned from his (ex?) girlfriend, Harley Quinn, who really, REALLY gets on my nerves with how she keeps popping up in places and in ways she really shouldn’t. It's for this reason some may feel that me placing the Joker as my favorite villain is too predictable, and perhaps not even fully deserved. But here’s the thing: being overused does NOT mean the character, by default, is bad. Do I wish other Batman Rogues would get more attention? WELL, DUH. I’d love to see a more comic-accurate take on Two-Face, or a film with Scarecrow as the main bad guy, or, heck, ANYTHING with Jervis Tetch on the silver screen. GOD. PLEASE. JUST….SOMETHING WITH JERVIS TETCH. But that doesn’t make me like the Joker, himself, any less. The ways he works and the reasons he works have been analyzed, argued, and even essayed upon so many times, I think not even HE would find it funny at this point; he’s a character who opens up discussion very easily, and you can see why his fate as the Dark Knight’s arch-nemesis was so quickly set. With all the horrible things he’s done to Batman over the years, no one is truly a more personal threat than him; sure, Bane broke his back, and sure, Catwoman and Talia have had many a romance with him, but it’s hard to say any of them have CONSISTENTLY proven to be as big a pain the neck as the Joker. He’s crippled friends, murdered allies – occasionally allowing them to return as villains themselves – and done numerous other atrocities that are pretty hard for ANY Batman Villain to top, not only in terms of how high the body count ranks, but in just how HORRIBLE the actions are and how meaningless the reasons frequently tend to be. He is, very simply, one of the most evil characters in literary history…and yet also one of the most entertaining. The genius of the Joker, generally speaking, is he makes you laugh and grin…but then you realize what you’re laughing at, and you almost feel nauseated. He is the Master of Dark Humor. Ever since I was a little boy, the Joker was pretty much always my favorite Batman Villain. And as time has gone on, that feeling has never truly wavered, and I doubt it ever will. In fact, as time has gone on, instead of liking the Joker less, I’ve only seemed to like him more and more; as a kid, I liked the character for his dark sense of humor, his eye-catching design, his zany gadgets and tricks, and his flair for the dramatic. As an adult, I find the philosophy of the character fascinating, I like seeing how different people interpret his origins, and I love to see how people continually toy with the twisted relationship he has with the Dark Knight. Much like Batman himself, he’s another one of those characters it’s just really hard to ruin…though Lord knows certain reimaginings have done their best to attempt THAT. Is he perhaps too popular and too focused on for his own good? Oh, almost undeniably…but at least he’s popular and focused on for a good reason, at the end of the day. It's better him than Killer Moth. The Joker: forever and always My Favorite Batman Villain…and, very possibly, my favorite villain of all time, period. “Laugh, Clown, Laugh.” Thank you all for joining me during the course of this countdown! I don’t know if I’ll do another one in the future; not sure what topic it may cover or what event it could be for. XD We’ll see what happens, but in any case, hope you all stay safe, and let’s hope 2021 shapes up better than 2020 as the New Year Rolls On…

#gotham's 31 most wanted #january advent calendar #new year's countdown #batman villains #batman #villains #dc #comics #supervillains #rogues gallery #joker #mr. j #clown prince of crime #ace of knaves #harlequin of hate

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andthest0ryg0es · 6 years ago

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Kinky Red Boots

I wrote this for @ohh-la-la-leto with inspiration from all you wonderful twitter peoples. I hope everyone enjoys it. :P

“Stop fidgeting.” I smacked his hand away from his neck so I could finish closing the clasp on the Gucci choker I’d fallen in love with the moment I’d seen it on Lana. It looked even more beautiful draped across my boyfriend’s bare chest. “Perfect.” I couldn’t help the comment slipping out of my mouth as my eyes raked over his toned physique. He was at the peak of his training for his next film and it showed.

“What shirt did you pick out to go with this?” His irritation was obvious but I knew he was more upset with the lack of control over his wardrobe than with me in general.

“No shirt. Why hide those gorgeous pecs beneath fabric when your collar calls attention to them so beautifully?” I answered him while dragging my fingernails down the outer edges of his chest, avoiding leaving any marks where they might show tonight.

“My collar? You’re enjoying this a little too much, I think,” he grumbled, a small growl reverberating in his chest as he leaned in to kiss me. As usual, he lightly nipped my bottom lip as he pulled away; a small reminder of who is really in charge.

“You shouldn’t have lost a bet to me if you didn’t want me to take full advantage of you’re being mine for the evening. Getting to dress you this evening is the best part. You got to be all grandma’d up for the Gucci show, now I get to have my fun. Turn around.” I motioned for him to turn for me and picked up the blue velvet jacket I’d selected to complete his outfit. I couldn’t resist brushing my fingers along his arms as I slid the jacket into place.

He studied himself in the mirror. His small nod of approval and the smile I could see threatening to turn up the corners of his mouth made my heart sing. I may have won the right to dress him but pleasing him with my choices made me feel infinitely more confident in my decisions. Jared reached forward to pull his black boots from the row of shoes lined up beneath the rack of Gucci that had been delivered to his room this morning.

“No!” I shouted a little too enthusiastically, startling him. He looked me over with one raised eyebrow. “The red ones,” I instructed, biting my lip. Jared had worn the black version of these boots to an event a few months ago and I’d nearly salivated over how he looked in them all night. The moment I saw them placed among the choices for this evening in that stunning red I had started having fantasies about all the filthy things I wanted to do to him in those boots. It’s why I had worked so hard to win the bet in the first place. Not that he wouldn’t have worn them if I just asked nicely, but I had to be sure.

Apparently the lust was written all over my face because that evil smirk I love so much crept onto Jared’s face. “These boots?” he asked with mock innocence. “Not the black ones I was wearing when we got home from LACMA and I took you against the railing on the balcony overlooking the city lights?”

It took everything in me not to melt into a puddle as he seductively spoke. I refused to let him wrestle control of this night from me this early though. “Not the black ones,” I said resolutely, giving myself a moment to find my strong voice. “The red ones you’ll wear all night, even after the show when we come back here and you follow my every instruction until I’m satisfied.” Somehow I managed to keep my tone steady despite his crystal blue eyes boring into mine.

Thankfully Jared didn’t push my crumbling resolve any further. He slipped the boots on without another word and stood at the end of the bed with his eyes downcast, awaiting my approval, just as I have time and time again.

Without his stare unnerving me I was able to keep my composure as I slowly walked a circle around him, taking in every angle of the gorgeous man who was all mine for the evening. “Perfect,” I let slip again and I heard a small chuckle from him.

He offered me his arm. “Shall we?” I slipped my arm through his and let him escort me to the car. As we made our way down the few stairs between us and the lobby I marveled at how he was able to navigate the steps so surely in heels nearly the same height as my own without any problem at all. Bastard.

After attending countless events like this where Jared delighted in teasing me endlessly it was a thrill to have the opportunity to do the same to him this evening. We arrived late and took the back entrance, skipping all the usual photos and arrival hubbub and slipping into our seats quietly.

“It’s a shame we missed the red carpet. You really do look stunning in this,” I commented quietly as I ran one finger along the inner edge of his lapel, caressing the bare skin there. Jared didn’t bother to hide the small shiver my touch caused and he adjusted subtley in his seat, casting a warning look my way.

“Careful. You never know when a camera is on you at these things,” he hissed under his breath.

“I know,” I reminded him as my hand descended lower, trailing past the ends of his lapels. I dragged my middle finger directly across what must have been an uncomfortable erection to hide before resting my hand on his thigh, all without taking my eyes off the stage. “That’s why you had to shell out 25 grand to keep those photos of your hand up my dress at the Met Gala off the internet.” I squeezed his thigh, digging my nails into him painfully. To his credit, he remained perfectly still in his seat, though I could feel the tension rolling off of him beside me.

“I have to walk up on that stage in five minutes and I’d really like to be able to do that without causing a scene,” he pleaded with a tinge of anger in his voice.

I removed my hand from his thigh and placed it on his shoulder, giving him a little nod to acknowledge that I’d be good for a little while. Slowly I inched my hand along his back so that by the time his name was called as a presenter, I was stroking the edge of the choker around his neck with just enough pressure to remind him of its presence and meaning tonight.

Jared was a consummate professional as always, striding confidently to the stage with a glowing smile on his face. I loved to watch him at these things, observing how quickly he’s able to charm an entire roomful of people. Still I could see the relief in his eyes when I met him by the back entrance after. We made our escape from the show the same way we arrived, without any photographers seeing.

The moment we were encased in the backseat of the car where no one could see us through the heavily tinted windows Jared pounced on me. His lips crashed against mine while his hands wandered my body as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me first. I made the decision for him, placing one hand on his chest and pushing him away and the other atop the hand that was currently groping my right breast.

“You did very good but I don’t think you’ve earned your reward for the night yet,” I teased, fighting to keep a stern look on my face. Jared’s face crumbled. He didn’t bother to use his acting skills on me and the thought made me soft. “We still have the afterparty to get through. And this is my night, remember? I took all the trouble to dress you up in that scrumptious outfit and I’m not done staring at you in it. I’m actually disappointed there aren’t any red carpet photos to remind me of it later,” I admitted wistfully.

Jared visibly slumped but recovered quickly. “Just let me pleasure you then,” he pleaded, running his lips along my neck while the hand beneath mine began massaging my breast again, causing my nipple to pebble beneath my dress.

“If you mess up this dress before the end of the night I promise you there will be hell to pay.” I tried to sound stern but the way his hands and lips against my skin worked me into a flurry of sexual desire was irresistible.

“You’re right, I should stop,” he teased, but thankfully had the good sense not to incur my wrath by actually stopping entirely. Instead Jared sat back a little, his fingers stroking along my sides, and looked me in the eye. “What do you want me to do to you right now?”

I felt as if all the blood had rushed to my head; I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. No matter the scenario this man never failed to take my breath away with how exquisitely seductive he could be. It took me longer than it should have to realize I hadn’t answered him because I’d stopped breathing. Jared leaned back in the seat, extending his legs and very deliberately crossing his ankles so that the shine of the passing streetlights bounced off the shiny red leather.

“There will be time for whatever thoughts are stuck in that mind of yours when he get home, I promise,” he vowed and his words brought me out of my reverie. “These pictures are for you,” he whispered against my ear, his breath ghosting against my neck as he pulled away from me completely. I looked up and realized we’d pulled to the front of the after party venue, not the back. Jared waited for the driver to open the door, ensuring the gathered press had a full view of him as he stepped out of the car in such a way that his red patent leather boot was front and center to a slew of photographer’s flashbulbs.

As we walked into the venue I couldn’t resist one last comment to drag a reaction from him. “Good boy,” I praised with a smirk on my face as I walked past him. I didn’t look back to see his reaction right away but the photos the next day showed the glare he directed at my retreating form. After a photographer called out, “Mr. Leto,” to get his attention for one last photo, Jared waved and turned away, stepping into the building. When I turned to find him he fixed me with that look, penetrating my soul with his stare. With one glance he’d regained the upper hand, turning my legs to jello.

Jared liked going to these after parties and didn’t always get to so I almost felt bad when he caught up to me, placed his hand on the small of my back, and growled into my ear, “Let’s get out of here. I need to get you alone, now.” We made a cursory sweep through the party, waving at a few acquaintances but not stopping to talk to anyone before we left by the back entrance.

An ill-timed phone call kept Jared’s attention for the full ride back, leaving me to stew in my desire for him even longer without his touch. By the time we arrived back at the hotel I had devised all manner of scenarios for the evening. I gave Jared the time he needed to switch off of work mode after he hung up, trailing behind him as we walked to the elevator.

I reached up to pull his jacket from his body the second the doors to the elevator were closed. Jared let out a shout of protest, looking at me like I was crazy. “You’re lucky I gave you the jacket to wear the whole night. Imagine the headlines if you’d gone shirtless instead?” I joked, biting my lip involuntarily at the sight of his perfectly sculpted muscles on display for me.

“Someone could still see until we reach the room,” he pointed out, caging me against the wall of the elevator with both arms.

I shook my head. “The chances are slim. You can punish me if it happens,” I taunted him, reveling in the sound of the growl that thought caused him to emit. At that moment the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. We both froze before I let out a sigh of relief to see the hall empty. “Move it, mister.” I poked him in the chest and slid out from his grip, practically skipping down the hall to our room.

Once inside the usual ritual of removing the trappings of a night out began as I kicked off my heels and took off my jewelry, setting it in the jewelry box on the bathroom counter. I could hear him beginning to undress and called out from the bathroom as i took my hair down, “Leave the boots on.”

His head popped around the doorframe a few seconds later. “What?”

“I said leave the boots on,” I insisted, turning my back on him so he could help with the zipper of my dress. Jared’s lips followed the path of his fingers as he pulled the zipper down my back. I let him make his way to the small of my back before I stepped out of my dress and away from him, turning to face him.

Jared scooped the dress up and tossed it over the back of the chair that was currently holding his jacket as well. I walked past him and straight into the bedroom, knowing he’d follow. I hadn’t expected him to move as quickly as he did given that he still had his pants to remove. Before I could reach the bed Jared grabbed my wrist and spun me into the wall. He kissed the breath right out of me before running his hands down my body to grip the edge of my red lace panties and rip them from my body in one pull.

It was a good thing Jared was so steady on those heels because it only took him a few seconds to hoist me in his arms and push himself into me, pressing me into the wall. I was unable to find purchase against the wall and placed one hand on each perfect bicep, feeling the muscles strain and flex beneath my palms with each thrust into me. I called out his name as I felt my orgasm rising, seeking the permission he usually gave or withheld on a whim. I was elated when he grinned and said, “It’s your night, baby. You can cum as many times as you please.” With that his lips met the spot on my neck that makes my toes curl. The feeling of his teeth biting down on my flesh sent me soaring over the edge and I screamed his name.

Jared didn’t stop the steady thrusting into my body as I came down from my first climax of the night. I looked down and realized that he was still holding me against the wall, wearing nothing but those damned red boots. The sight alone nearly sent me soaring again. As my eyes rolled back in my head Jared paused his movement, pulling me fully into his arms and moving us to the bed, setting me down beneath him and continuing to fuck me into the mattress.

The sparkling tendrils of the collar around his neck hung down between us as he held himself above me. I gripped onto his arms, sinking my nails into the sinewy muscles until the bite of the pain made him groan and lose himself. The look on his face as he cums never fails to enthrall me.

He laid beside me, holding me in his arms as we both took the time for our heavy breathing to even out. I ran my fingers absentmindedly through the glittery strands laying across his chest. The slight motion was enough to stoke the flames of our passion again quickly. Jared moved slowly, setting himself up against the headboard with his legs extended. He manhandled me easily with his strong arms, pulling me across his body so I was sat in his lap with my back to his chest. My gaze automatically fell to the striking boots that still encased his feet.

His hands roamed my body, one hand squeezing and pinching at a nipple while the other stroked my inner thigh, slowly closing in on my center with each movement. I was a hot, writhing mess of need by the time he placed a kiss just below my ear and whispered, “Kiss them.” I felt the flush across my body as his words struck me. Realizing the dynamic had clearly shifted between us, I reached up to unbuckle the collar from around his neck but he stilled my hands. “Leave it. Kiss them,” he directed again. The patient but commanding look in his eyes gave me the strength to begin moving.

Leaning forward, I crawled the short distance down the length of his body. His hands came up to rest on my hips, holding me back so that I had to stretch my torso out and support myself with my arms as I lowered my lips to the tops of the red boots. As my lips made contact with the leather of the first boot, Jared thrust two fingers into me and I moaned. I hesitated to move given the delicious sensation of his long fingers working on my cunt and he direct me again with a steady, demanding voice, “the other one too.” I leaned forward to kiss the second boot and felt him add a third finger inside me and his thumb on my clit in reward.

I stayed prostrated like that, my thighs spread on either side of him while he fingered me slowly. I inhaled the rich leather scent of the boots and in a brief uninhibited moment my tongue snaked out to lick the very top of the boot.

“Good girl,” Jared praised and with those words in his gravelly voice, all of a sudden the pleasure was too much. A long, unmuffled moan escaped me as my orgasm shook me and Jared gripped my hip harder with his free hand to keep me in position, not letting up his assault on my body until he was certain I was spent. When he removed his hands from my body I flopped to the side of him, feeling boneless in the afterglow and grinning like an idiot.

It was a few minutes before I even realized that Jared had left the bed. I looked up to find he’d hung my dress and his jacket up properly and gotten a water bottle from the mini-fridge, all while buck naked in red leather boots. My grin got impossibly wider at the thought. Jared stepped forward and offered me the water and I sat up and took a long sip from the cool bottle. He then took it back and set it on the nightstand, coming to stand by the foot of the bed in nearly the same spot where I’d inspected him earlier in the evening. The dynamic had completely shifted now.

Just by the look in his eyes and the way he held himself I knew that he expected my obedience in this moment. He nodded to the space in front of him and my body automatically obeyed his command, slipping off the bed and onto all fours to crawl to him. I knelt at his feet with my eyes down until he lifted my chin to bring my eyes up to his.

“Seeing you like that has got me all worked up again, princess. I think you should do something about that, don’t you?”

I nodded eagerly and reached for the hard cock in front of me. After a few slow strokes I leaned up to taste him, flicking my tongue across his head once, twice. Jared moaned and the sense of satisfaction that I could make him feel this way made my chest swell with pride. I swirled my tongue around the head of his penis before engulfing as much as I could in the warmth of my mouth. Jared’s hands sunk into my hair and I could tell that he was holding back from what he really wanted to do to me in that moment. I moaned around his length, letting the vibration travel through him. I ran my fingers along his arms, placing my hands over his and then curling them into fists so that he was griping me by the hair on both sides of my head.

“Perfect,” he praised and I’d have smiled at the gesture if my mouth weren’t full at the time. I relaxed my jaw and throat and let Jared set the pace as he chased his pleasure. I used one hand on the base of his cock, trying to match his speed as best I could.

My other hand found its way between my legs. Giving Jared head always made me dripping wet for him but I wasn’t usually able to touch. Even thought I was on my knees for him, he still wore my collar and I knew that I could take this liberty just this once. I wasn’t fast enough though. Before I could bring myself to climax I felt the warm spurt of Jared’s cum in the back of my throat and began swallowing him down. I sat back on my heels and looked up at him wantonly.

I couldn’t take my tilted gaze off the collar around his neck. I’d meant for it to put him in his place and remind him that I owned him for the night but against the granite muscles of his chest the glittering gemstones looked absolutely regal and I would bow to my king any day of the week.

Jared looked down at me with a smile, clearly pleased, and petted his hand along my hair sweetly before speaking. “If you want your last orgasm you’ll have to take it. You love these boots so much, cum on them for me, princess.”

I’m not ashamed to admit that there was no hesitation before I followed his command and began grinding against the smooth leather. I was already so worked up it wouldn’t take me long to get there at all but then I looked up again. Jared’s face was a predatory grin with twin orbs of ice blue blazing their heat towards me as if I was his entire world. I threw out my arms to steady myself as I called his name the loudest I ever have. He caught my arms in his and held me in place as the spasms of pleasure wracked my body. When I slumped against his leg, my pussy still in contact with his boot, he tapped his foot lightly. The motion was enough to make me jump with sensation and squeak in annoyance. He chuckled at my reaction and bent down to pick me up and lay me in bed.

Jared stood and finally removed the collar from around his neck, placing it gently in its box. He then toed off the boots and left them where they lay, crawling into bed beside me and wrapping me in his arms.

“I’ll be wearing those boots again and next time you won’t have a collar around my neck, princess,” he warned. I was so exhausted all I could muster was a small moan in response but I had sweet dreams about what we’d do the next time he wore those boots all night long.

#Red Boots #jared leto fic #jared leto imagines #jared leto fanfiction

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i-writeandread-blog · 6 years ago

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Halloween (originally a one shot) Chapter 1

This was published as a one shot through @echelonlab but I needed to make an edit to the characters name (as it was originally Cat, and we can’t have that, now can we? Lol) I will change the title once I can come up with something clever. I’m open to suggestions. Anyway, here’s the new updated version. Enjoy!

"Delilah, you have to come. It's Jared Leto's party. You love him. Just say yes. I know it's last minute, but you can't turn down this once in a lifetime opportunity." Angie pleaded with me.

My friend Angie had just moved to LA and somehow managed to get invited to Jared's Halloween party. I couldn't figure out if she was just lucky or if somehow she stalked the right people. She didn't care about Jared or his band, but she knows this is a dream come true for me.

"I can't figure out how you did it, Ang. Of all the people, you get invited to my absolute favorite humans place. But as much as I want to come, how could I? Flights are expensive when they're last minute and in case you didn't know, I'm not loaded with cash." I proffered.

"Delilah, you get on a plane and you come and you meet your idol, I don't want to hear anymore excuses. Do you understand?" She isn't going to let me decline, if I don't show up she'll be mad enough to go months without talking to me. I have no choice. Scared as I am, I am going to LA and I can only hope I can be in the same room with Jared and not fangirl, faint, or make a complete fool of myself.

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Three days later I found myself exiting LAX airport and into the most welcoming of weather and arms. LA from what I could tell was going to be amazing at every vantage point. Except maybe the few sketchy areas we drove past. I was glad Angie's apartment was nowhere near those places. My eyes were wide and I felt child-like taking it all in.

Angie had been an extra at the film studios back home and when she decided to take a chance and try for bigger things in LA, everyone, myself included, thought she was nuts. But in the 5 months since she arrived she had already been cast in a tv pilot. It was anyone's guess as to if it'd actually be picked up by a network, but she seemed to think it would.

Her apartment was the size of a shoebox, but it was in West Hollywood where she assured me was the "place to be." We didn't stay there but to sleep, so it wasn't that cramped. The next two days we shopped for my Halloween costume and I finally found pieces that would make the perfect one, much to Angie's dismay.

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"Today's the day! Are you excited?" Angie bounces on the bed. "Go away. It's too early!" I begin throwing pillows at her head. "Not a chance sweetheart, I didn't barter with the devil only to miss out on my favorite girl meeting her celebrity crush. Get. out. of. bed. now!" She is tenacious as ever.

I am nervous and anxious. Time feels like it will stand still, but I know it is just my imagination.

'What will I say to him if given the chance? How will I keep my cool? Will he even notice me?' A million questions and thoughts start running through my head.

"Oh for Heavens sake, get out of your head! Drink your coffee and start getting dressed. It's already 1 in the afternoon, thanks to your laziness. If I didn't know any better I would think you're trying to get out of going." Angie screamed. "I am not! I'm just scared. Look you go get ready and I will do the same." I say even though a part of what she said is right.

I lay out the tights, shorts, and vest of my costume on the couch as Angie showers. As soon as she is done, it's my turn. I work out all the kinks in my neck and let the water massage my tense muscles. I get out and begin the process of making myself into the silliest of characters.

"I don't get your costume. It's so weird. I don't think anyone will know what or who you are." Angie says as she puts on her slutty Little Red Riding Hood outfit. "Yes, but HE will know. That's all that matters. Sorry I couldn't be cliché like you!" I joke. I put on my hat to finish the look and we leave.

We still have several hours before the party but she insists we go out already dressed. We go to eat at a diner and then since we are in Hollywood I request some light sightseeing on Hollywood Blvd. Some people stop and give me a puzzling look. I smile and offer no explanations. To my right I hear a child say "look mommy it's Robin Hood." I have to laugh because I can see where they would think that's what I am.

Time rushes by and it's now 8'o clock so we make our way up into the winding streets of Hollywood Hills and to the Wonderland compound. I get out of the car, blowing out a breath I am holding, grab my props and repeat a mantra in my head, 'I am here. This will change your life, let's do this!'

"Cmon. Let's go have some fun and meet some crazy rich celebrities!" Angie grabs my arm and pulls. "Wait! I'm not ready!" The words rush out past my lips.

Angie is trying to get me moving by saying, "It's go time, the time is nigh, now or never."

"Do or die." I whisper.

"Huh? Yeah whatever. Let's just go in. If it becomes too much for you, just squeeze my arm and we will leave, okay?" I begin squeezing her arm. "Not now dork! Give it at least 20 minutes."

The music is louder the closer we get to the door, people are arriving in droves, but I don't recognize anyone yet. We walk in and follow everyone else towards what I think is where Jared recently did a private concert for radio winners.

I notice Jared instantly. He's standing in the shadows apparently aware of everyone around him, his eyes darting around, but he's talking with Jamie and Jordan and laughing. I look away feeling a pang of guilt for staring in the first place. I can't help but think he looks gorgeous in his Jon Snow getup.

Almost immediately I find myself separated from Angie. Panic starts to rise up and I try to calm myself with breathing in and out. I don't know anyone here aside from her. I turn toward the entrance we walked in from, then back to the other garage-like door which opens out to the pool. There's people everywhere. I look back to where Jared was, but he's not there anymore.

"Oh no no no." I blurt out. Then directly behind me I hear, "I'm the only Bart Cubbins in this house." It's Jared's unmistakable voice. I gulp.

I turn to find myself face to face with Jared. My breathing hitches in my throat. He gives me a sly smile and licks his lips. I'm fairly certain I am going to pass out. He stands back and gives me a once over look. "This is perfection! I don't know why I didn't think of this."

I curtsy and almost immediately regret it. "It was the only thing I could think of to wear once I found these hats at a costume shop. But I could never try to be the real Bart Cubbins." I explain to him. "Oh I don't know about that! Looks pretty spot on to me. I'm Jared." He offers his hand.

Of course he has to know that I'm aware of who he is, after-all it is his party, but even if there were questions as to whether or not I knew it was his party and in fact him, the mere fact that I am dressed as his favorite Dr. Seuss character should be a good indicator.

"I'm Delilah. It's nice to meet you Jared." I shake his hand. "Delilah, how did you come to be at my party? I don't recognize you?" I begin to freak out. 'Am I not meant to be here? I'm gonna kill Angie!' The look of panic must be evident on my face because Jared laughs and says, "don't worry, I'm not kicking you out or anything, just didn't know why I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before."

"Im umm..." My throat is dry and I look around to see where the drinks in people's hands are coming from. Jared notices. "How about I get you a drink and we go sit somewhere quieter where we can talk?" As much as I'd like to take him up on his offer I wouldn't dare dream on acting upon it. "No, I don't want to take you away from your party and your friends." He shakes his head, not letting me say no.

He leans in close. "I'll tell you a secret, half the people here I don't like. The other half are either friends or employees who won't even miss me if I leave." I can't believe what he is saying. Under different circumstances I would miss him if he left the room. "Come. I'll give you the grand tour." He takes my hand and leads me into the house. I notice several eyes on me as we make our exit. He really has no idea how wrong he is about being missed. Or I'm wrong and the people staring are looking for gossip fodder.

We enter the kitchen and he asks if I would like something to eat. I shake my head no. I'd throw up instantly from all the bundled up nerves inside of me going crazy. He hands me a glass and asks what I would like to drink. I tell him water to which he replies, "you're at a party, live a little." I think about it for a second. "You don't drink, and you're at a party." He steps back closing the fridge. "Touché. But I think you need some lubrication, you're too stiff." He emphasizes the words lubrication and stiff. It almost makes it sound sexual. "Okay, I'll have whatever you think I should have, you're the boss." He quickly makes up a gin and tonic and hands it to me. I swallow it down quickly. The corners of his lips curl up. "I'll have another please, less tonic though." He makes the 2nd one and then guides me to the next room of the complex.

There are a few people scattered around but as if they know something I don't, they scurry off as soon as we walk into each room. He points out the living room, some office space, and a bathroom. Then we go back to the stairs and I follow him up watching his ass the entire time.

"I feel your eyes on me little girl, do you like what you see?" I blush. "Yeah, it's quite the view." I reply. The alcohol has opened up my self confidence, otherwise I'd have never said that aloud.

He turns around quickly and looks me over once again, almost as if he's seeing me for the first time. Or maybe he is undressing me with his eyes. I can't handle it so I keep walking past him.

"Mmm, now I have a nice view." He states matter of fact once I'm in front of him. As soon as we both reach the top of the stairs he pushes me against the wall. He's much stronger than I think anyone gives him credit for. "What's going on inside of your head?" He asks while tilting his head this way and that. "You're quiet now, what happened to the bold little girl from 30 seconds ago?" I giggle. "Oh for fucks sake, it's just a number." But I'm still giggling. He releases me and opens a door to the right of us.

"This is a guest room." I peek in and see a bed and some artwork. He closes the door and steps across the hallway. "This is my moms room when she comes." He points to a door but doesn't open it. And then he walks a few steps and opens another door and shows me the upstairs guest bathroom. Directly across from the bathroom door is another room and down the hall at the end is one more door. He opens the door next to the guest room and walks in.

"This is my bedroom. Come in, I'll show you the view." I walk in and see his bed made up in white linen. There's a door on one side of his bed leading to a closet which he opens. I see flashes of color everywhere I look and can tell most of it is designer, and almost all is Gucci.

"What's the other door down the hall lead to?" I ask since this appears to be our last stop. "Ohh that's just storage." I let it go because he clearly didn't want me to know what it could be, but I couldn't help but wonder why there was a light on in there. It was hardly visible through the crack in the door, maybe a lamp was on.

"Well, I'm impressed Jared. It's very nice. But why am I getting to see all of this?" I can't help but wonder how I became so lucky.

"You wear a costume to a party I am hosting-that only I would know what you are dressed as, and you didn't think my curiosity would be peaked?"

"I wore this yes because it was your party, but also because I didn't want to be like everyone else. I'm not made for wearing sexy nurse costumes." He starts laughing at my revelation. "Oh Delilah, you are most definitely made for sexy nurse or sexy anything costumes. You don't even realize how sexy you are. Even dressed this ridiculously." He reaches towards my head and takes the hat and wig off. He takes off the cape he is wearing and sits down on the bed.

"Sit down with me. I want to know more about you. Who is Delilah?" He slides back towards the headboard and pats the empty space next to him. I sit down but just on the edge, not sure how comfortable I should get, but he grabs me by the waist and guides me back. "So?"

"Well I lead a fairly boring existence, I don't want to disappoint you. Let's talk about something else." I can tell this wasn't the right answer so I continue, "okay well let's see. I am 32, I started an online store about two years ago selling homemade candles, incense, and soaps. Umm, I have a dog named Sorcia- you know from the movie Willow..." he nods. "I just bought a condo in Myrtle Beach, SC. Nothing special." Then I mumble almost inaudibly, "oh I also have a twin who I killed. Anyways, what about you."

Jared shakes his head and laughs. My face however remains deadpanned. "Wait that last bit... it's true?"

"Yeah, so anyway your turn." I try to change the subject. I don't even know why I felt comfortable opening up and telling him that.

"Oh no, you don't get off that lightly. What the fuck do you mean you killed your twin sister?" He stands up and walks towards the window which overlooks the pool. "Should I be worried, should I kick you out?"

"No, Jared. I'm not a psychopath, I'm not crazy, I don't even know why I told you." I stand up and walk towards the door, but somehow even though he was further away he catches me and stops me. His eyes are glaring at me and daring me to tell him more. "Okay, I'll tell you the whole story. You're gonna want to sit for this." He sits back down at the foot of the bed as I begin my story, pacing back and forth.

"Three years ago my twin Penelope was in an accident. Somehow she survived but she was changed. Like a switch in her brain had been triggered. She became depressed and angry. Then that turned into doing really odd things. She'd offer people things, like for instance, my aunt had come over and she asked if she wanted ice cream... after she ate it my sister laughed and said she had poisoned it. Or she'd bring people a book but the pages would be torn out. Just really weird and vile things. She just wasn't the same. After months of doctors not knowing what was wrong and being tormented by her we thought it best to send her away. Before we could she attacked me." I show him the scar on my stomach where she had stabbed me. His eyes go wide. "She said I would never put her away, never separate us. She intended I think to kill me and then herself. I don't know how I overpowered her, but I did. I got the knife and stabbed her several times. I couldn't believe what I had done and I was so scared. I had an anxiety attack and blacked out. When I woke up there was so much blood. Her body wasn't there, but when the cops came they said no one would survive that amount of blood loss. They searched the woods and followed a trail of blood. It ended at one point or another, but they never found her body. They figured an animal must have found her and dragged her body away. They thought maybe a bear. Oh God, this is the worst thing I have ever done and no one here in LA apart from my friend downstairs knows this. I'm so sorry Jared. I'll leave now." Jared rubs his hands up and down his thighs and shakes his head no.

"No, I don't want you to leave. You're so brave. Thanks for telling me. We all have hidden skeletons in our closets. You weren't charged with a crime, were you?"

"No, the police said it was in self defense." I explained.

"You're hardly a murderer, Delilah. You're a survivor and to me that is the hottest thing about you." He stands up and closes the distance between us. He stares into my eyes asking for permission and then crashes his lips on mine. The room instantly goes from ice cold to boiling. His hands are wrapped in my hair and he stops only long enough to take a breath, until we hear a noise.

It's coming from the room he said was just storage. It sounded like something fell, maybe a box. He laughs nervously and then leans forward to attack my lips again with his, but then there's another noise and it sounds like footsteps. Annoyed he steps back and says, "hold on, someone from the party must have come upstairs. Let me go tell them to fuck off and leave, okay?" I agree and sit down on the bed.

He walks out. I try to catch my breath. I bring my fingers up to my lips and smile. It was everything I'd have ever hoped and imagined. My thoughts were broken when I heard a scream followed by Jared saying "what the hell is this? Who the hell are you?" And then another scream, a scuffle, and footsteps running towards his bedroom door. The last thing I hear before the door opens is Jared yelling, "Delilah , run!"

#thirty seconds to mars #jared leto #30 seconds to mars #jared leto fanfiction #jared leto fic #jared leto fiction

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 6 years ago

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Psycho Analysis: Patrick Bateman

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Patrick Bateman is one of the greatest villains in cinematic history… or is he? I do not say that as a rhetorical question, because at face value the protagonist of American Psycho is an amusing, entertaining, and charismatically monstrous individual who seemingly commits numerous atrocities throughout the film… but therein lies the rub. “Seemingly.”

You see, as the final third of the film reveals, Patrick Bateman may not actually be all there in the head. Shocking, I know, the guy who lectures hookers about Phil Collins might have a few screws loose. But the final third of the film paints a picture of a man who, while clearly sick and disturbed, may not actually be as evil as he seems. Or maybe he is.

Actor: Patrick Bateman is portrayed by Christian Bale, and as is the norm for the actor he extensively method acted, working out constantly and even maintaining the morning routine Bateman monologues about at the film’s start. Bale was told that taking this role would be career suicide, but thankfully he didn’t listen; there really is no better way to start a career than with a role like this. Bale’s performance lends a certain outward charm to Bateman, one that almost entirely masks the nature of who Bateman is, but not quite, leading to something of an uncanny valley effect that suits the role. There’s always something off about Bateman, even when he’s not really doing anything evil, and Bale sells it.

Motivation/Goals: Bateman doesn’t necessarily have a goal, per se, instead killing because he can, though at least one of his murders does have a motivation: Paul Allen is killed by Bateman for the heinous sleight of… having a fancier business card than he does. And getting a reservation at a fancy restaurant. And getting a business deal that no one seems to know the exact details of. Bateman really kills for no other reason than to please himself, and any and all reasonings for his crimes only exist inside his mind. If, of course, he actually committed any crimes at all.

Personality: One of the most obvious facets of Bateman’s personality is that he is incredibly narcissistic, a trait glaringly obvious in scenes such as when he has a threesome with the hookers, where in the midst of sex he seems to be enjoying looking in the mirror and flexing more than he does the actual sex he’s having. As Bateman was created as a satire of yuppies and the whole commercialistic greediness of the 80s, this is to be expected, but it’s interesting to note that his narcissism isn’t really anything that makes him stand out amongst his peers, as all of them are so entirely self-absorbed that even when Bateman is name dropping serial killers in conversation or outright admitting to crimes, the people he’s talking to don’t even notice or outright mishear him. It is worth noting that this narcissism is probably what leads into his one redeeming trait, which is that he never kills anyone who he knows to love him, including his gay coworker or his fiancee, neither of which are people he is even remotely fond of, with the former outright disgusting him. Of course, as I mentioned, he likely only allowed them to continue living because of their admiration of him and not out of any genuine kindness

Bateman mentions that his entire persona is carefully constructed, which is evident with his long-winded yet endlessly amusing ramblings about pop culture which he goes into before doing his various misdeeds. Bateman just has an entirely shallow, delusional idea of what it means to be human and have interests that he stands out to the audience, though not really to his peers, as they are just as vapid and shallow as he makes himself appear to be. Of course, as is much more evident in the book but which is still pretty clear here, Bateman hates everything about who he is, and finds the life he is in a sort of cruel irony, as while he despises everything about his life he cannot think of any way to escape it, and no one can stop him and murdering people brings no joy because his confessions are ignored, no one really cares to discover the truth, and even if they did the people of this world are ultimately so interchangeable (a running theme is that people mistake each other for other people all the time, misremembering names and faces to highlight how void of personality and completely interchangeable all these people are) that even when he does kill someone no one really notices anyway.

Of course, that is assuming Bateman is really a killer. As is made clear in both book and movie towards the end, Bateman may in fact actually be not all there, which seems a silly thing to say about someone who was presented as a serial killer for the rest of the narrative, but the third act of the film really casts his mental state into complete doubt. From the ATM telling him to feed it a cat to his ridiculously explosive shootout with the cops to his return to the scene of one of his more grisly crimes only to discover that there is nothing there at all and the rooms are being refurbished to be sold add a surreal layer to the film and cast all that we have seen in doubt. Perhaps everything prior is just the delusions of an extremely mentally ill man who uses murderous slasher fantasies to cope with his utterly banal Wall Street existence. Much like in the book, it is entirely up to the viewer’s personal opinion on what exactly happened.

Final Fate: Bateman suffers no comeuppance for any of the crimes he committed, even after confessing to them. In fact, in a final mind screw, his killing of Paul Allen might have been entirely imagined on his part, and so his confession to a lawyer is entirely laughed off, leaving Patrick to stew in his bitter resentment at everything he has done (or so he believes he has done) having been for nothing. “This confession has meant nothing,” as he states.

Best Scene: It’s really hard to say there’s any scene better than the blackly comedic scene in which he reviews Huey Lewis before taking an axe to Paul’s head. I suppose it helps that Paul is played by Jared Leto, and many people would like to see him suffer. And if you find yourself doubting how great this scene is, here are two familiar faces who may convince you of the scene’s greatness

Best Quote: Patrick’s numerous pop culture monologues are faithfully translated from the book, and while it’s hard to just pick one, obvious props need to go to his pseduo-intellectual blathering about Huey Lewis and the news in the aforementioned scene.

Final Thoughts & Score: Patrick Bateman is easily one of the most fascinating characters in all of fiction. It is nothing short of miraculous that he was translated so faithfully from book to screen, to the point where the numerous aspects of him that were toned down (he never murders a child in the film, and his little escapade with the tubing and the rat is mercifully omitted, for instance) are not much of a bother seeing as Patrick is still a massively entertaining and interesting satire at the upper class of the Reaganomics era. The fact that one can read his actions multiple ways and examine the character from so many angles, leading to entirely different viewing experiences between different people, makes Patrick Bateman the very first 10/10 villain. There’s just a lot of nuance and ambiguity to the character that makes rewatching the film infinitely rewarding, and toning him down a bit from the book definitely helps making it easier to revisti the movie than the (admittedly fantastic) book.

#Psycho Analysis #Patrick Bateman #American Psycho #Christian Bale #villain #review

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thetranquilteal · 6 years ago

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An Leabhar Dìlseachd [AO3] by @thetranquilteal

Ch. 1

Claire Fraser had always known she was a witch. Her affinity for healing hinted at it and her ability to time travel confirmed it. What she didn’t know was that she would come into her full power the day she became a mother. Concerned with how her pregnancy is progressing, she seeks the help of Apothecary Master Raymond in the hope that he will be able to teach her how to utilise her newfound power and protect her family from disaster. A canon-divergent AU told through the pages of the Fraser Grimoire ‘The Book of Faith’.

A/N: @just-a-kid-at-heart - once again this one is for you! Thank you so much to @moghraidhjamie for organising this year’s Secret Santa Fic Exchange and ultimately encouraging me to write more.

Chapter 2: To Guard Against Miscarriage

Red Raspberry Leaves Vitex Agnus-Castus Berry Powder False Unicorn Root (alt: Wild Yam Root) Amethyst (alt: Moonstone, Malachite, Rose Quartz, Agate, or Ruby) Length of Rope (pref: Green) Baby Blanket Physical Item of Love

Sécurisé dans mon ventre, une graine d'amour. Là pour grandir et s'épanouir jusqu'à sa libération par la nature dans [nombre de] mois. Entouré de sécurité, de santé et de complétude vous resterez jusqu'à ce que ce nœud soit défait.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Claire whispered to herself. “It’s too early.”

The red stain on her undergarment had her heart racing. She was a trained medical professional and she knew that she needed to stay calm. But, by God, she couldn’t control it. And she was starting to panic.

“It’s too early.” This time she said it louder, stronger. She placed her palms on her swollen belly and took slow, deep deliberate breaths in an attempt to lower her heart rate. “It’s too early.”

Spotting during pregnancy wasn’t unusual and a sensitive cervix could easily be to blame. Perhaps.

Despite resuming their sex life after Jamie’s ordeal at Wentworth and their subsequent time spent at Abbey of Ste. Anne de Beaupré, intercourse remained infrequent and was unlikely the cause. What then? She started running through other alternatives, everything she had ever read, everything she had ever learned or overheard someone else explain to a patient but soon stopped herself. The darker her thoughts the faster she noticed her heart beating in her chest.

She pulled off her undergarment and went to the chest of drawers in search of a replacement. Usually she had help dressing and undressing - something she came to appreciate more and more as her stomach continued to swell - but this she was determined to deal with on her own. There was no need worry anyone, not yet.

Finally redressed, this time with a clean rag nestled between her legs, she slipped on her shoes and made her way down to the dining room. As usual, there was a pot of tea and buttered toast waiting for her on the table.

She contemplated her options as she ate and only grew increasingly frustrated. For longer than she even had even known for certain that she was pregnant she had been having a number of increasingly clear dreams, all featuring the colour blue. Just two nights previously she had dreamed of the soft soul of an unborn infant, her own she had assumed, that was starting to crack. She had traced the line with long feather and sealed it in blue. But what was the point in dreaming of powers that she herself had never possessed? She had too many questions and little way of finding answers. What she really needed was some help.

“Suzette,” Claire called as she placed her empty cup down on its matching saucer.

“Oui, madame?”

“Please organise for the carriage to be ready. I must go to the Rue de Varennes as soon as possible. And if you can find Fergus, send him up to see me, please.”

“Oui, madame,” Suzette curtseyed and left the room quickly.

Despite the length of time she and Jamie had spent at Jared Fraser’s home on Rue Tremoulins here in Paris, Claire didn’t think she would ever get used to people being at her beck and call. Yet, today she was especially thankful for it. Rushing around and organising things was the last thing she ought to be doing yet they needed to be done. Without people like Suzette, Magnus and Fergus in her life… she couldn’t bear to entertain the thought and was grateful that Fergus chose that moment to come through the doorway and into the dining room.

Claire stood and walked to meet him halfway.

“Fergus,” she placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, finding strength in his stature. “Go to L'Hôpital des Anges and tell Mother Hildegarde that I will not be in attendance today.”

“Oui, Milady,” Fergus stood tall and nodded his head, looking much older than his 9 years of age. “I will go at once.”

Normally his youthful eagerness to complete any task asked of him would make her smile fondly but even he couldn’t bring any joy out of her when she had more pressing things on her mind. She followed him out the door and at such a slower pace he had completely disappeared from view by the time she was walking up to the carriage waiting for her.

The ride to Rue de Varennes was thankfully unimpeded by other traffic and before long she was making her way inside Maître Raymond’s store. Delphine looked up at her from behind the counter and abandoned her work to call to someone out the back.

“Ah, Madonna,” Master Raymond walked out to meet her and take her hand. “I was wondering when you might grace us with your presence here once again. Tell me, how may I assist you?”

“I don’t really know,” Claire admitted and looked around the store to make sure that she, Master Raymond and Delphine were the only ones there. “But I can say that it is of a… délicat matter.”

“I see,” Master Raymond nodded and let go of her hand with a pat. “Follow me.”

Entering the shop’s secret room for the second time was no less fascinating than the first. There were items on shelves and table tops that were either new or she had simply missed earlier, overwhelmed by the amount and variety of stock kept hidden from prying eyes.

Drawn to statue of the Titan goddess, Leto, Claire moved to the shelf and picked it up to admire it from all angles.

“Something is on your mind.”

Claire smiled, unsurprised by Master Raymond’s intuition, and put the statue back down in its original place. “Yes. I have an ailment and I believe my skills as a healer are not adequate for address the problem.”

“Tell me, have you noticed anything else?”

“Anything else?”

“Oiu. Perhaps you have noticed an aversion to a particular food or drink… or there has been a sudden change to your physical status?”

“Well, you might think it foolish of me… but I have been having dreams of late.”

“That does not surprise me, Madonna. Many women who are with child do. The details are of little concern but what themes have you noticed time and time again?”

“The colour blue,” Claire shared without hesitation. “Souls, I think. And me… healing them.”

Master Raymond considered her for a moment and then moved a step closer. “Here, let me see your hands.”

Claire held them out and allowed Master Raymond to study them. She watched with one eyebrow raised as he closed his eyes for moment and nodded.

“It is fausse couche that you fear?”

“Oui,” she confirmed.

“Mmm…” he let go and set about collecting a number of items off shelves and out of bowls.

Claire took a seat on a nearby stool to watch while she waited.

“Are you familiar with the casting of spells?” Master Raymond asked as he climbed a small step ladder to reach something.

“No. I’ve seen it done by others,” she admitted, thinking primarily of Geillis Duncan, “but I have never intentionally cast a spell.”

“It’s simple, really. There are five things you must do. Cast a circle, state your purpose, perform the chosen action, give thanks and, when all of that is done, reopen the circle,” Master Raymond noticed the look of trepidation on her face as he moved back down to solid ground and smiled softly at her. “All you must remember is that intent is the most significant ingredient and love the most powerful of all. One day, with enough practice, you will be able to do this on your own just by simply feeling it. There will be no need for stones, potions or anything of the like. But for now… you will need a little help, Madonna.”

Master Raymond handed her the basket and Claire glanced inside. Small jars of herbs and powders were accompanied by a collection of stones and a length of green rope.

“Rope?”

“Oui, Madonna. You must knot the rope to stall delivery. After the spell has been performed you must keep this knot wrapped up in a baby blanket and keep it in a safe place. When the time comes for your bébé to be born you must untie said knot. Do not forget,” he added pointedly with a slight smile to the corner of his mouth before leading her out to the front counter.

Generous as ever, Master Raymond only let her pay for the stones claiming that the rest were a gift for her and Jamie’s unborn child.

“Thank you,” she said even though the words didn’t really seem to be enough.

Once home, she made sure she was alone on the top floor before gathering some items from around the main room and then locking herself in the bedroom. In what seemed like no time at all she was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by a ring of candles and a feeling she couldn’t quite describe thrumming through her veins.

Studying everything in front of her she had the feeling that something was missing. She double checked the list Master Raymond had provided along with all the items from the store. Red raspberry leaves, vitex agnus-castus berry powder and false unicorn root now combined in a small metal pan. Five stones of assorted shapes and colours surrounding the pan and, of course, the length of green rope. It was all there plus the embroidered baby blanket that she herself had added to the collection when she had returned home. Despite reassuring herself she had everything she needed, the feeling that something was missing remained.

“The most powerful ingredient is love,” she murmured to herself.

Claire stood and walked over to the dresser where the box of silver apostle spoons resided on top of it. She lifted the lid gently and considered its contents. Twelve individual spoons… supposedly for the twelve children they were sure to have - or so Jamie had told her the night he had given her the gift. She smiled at the memory and picked up the silver spoon that sported Saint Andrew on the handle. The Patron Saint of Scotland. She closed the box and returned to her spot on the floor, the apostle spoon still in hand. She placed it down on top of the baby blanket and picked up the already lit candle. In a clockwise motion she turned, using it to light each of the candles that surrounded her.

With her first task now complete she replaced the lit candle at the top of the circle. She picked up the green rope and tied it tightly around the handle of the spoon before reading the incantation out loud.

“Sécurisé dans mon ventre, une graine d'amour. Là pour grandir et s'épanouir jusqu'à sa libération par la nature dans quatre mois. Entouré de sécurité, de santé et de complétude vous resterez jusqu'à ce que ce nœud soit défait.”

Claire glanced down at the spoon still resting on the baby blanket. Nothing was different, nothing had changed. This time she picked up the spoon and cradled it close to her chest with both hands. She closed her eyes and repeated the incantation louder, all the while focusing on the unborn baby inside of her.

Her hands tingled and she peeked down at them with slight trepidation. Much to her delight a soft blue was glowing in the palm of her hands. It was reflecting off the metal of the spoon and the green rope tied around it was now tinged a shade of teal. She smiled and closed her eyes before repeating the incantation once more.

Now content, Claire placed the spoon back down and picked up the piece of parchment. She held it against the flame of the one of the candles long enough for it to catch alight and then dropped it into the metal pan. Smoke curled up as the botanical ingredients burned along with the words and she found herself unable to look away from the glow until it had fully dissipated.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear, Claire wrapped the spoon up tightly in the blanket and then used her thumb and forefinger of her right hand to extinguish all of the candles one by one. Holding the bundle carefully, she stood and walked over to the small cupboard by the bed. She crouched down as best she could and tucked it away in the back corner, confident that no one would find it there not even by mistake.

—–

Claire’s back ached and no matter which way she turned she couldn’t get comfortable.

She was eight months pregnant and she was grateful for every single day their baby remained safe inside her, she was. She knew it was best for not only her but also Jamie and their unborn baby to stay in bed for a few more weeks but she felt like she was going to lose her mind.

The stress of Jamie being arrested for duelling Black Jack Randall had caused her to lose so much blood that she had been confined to L'Hôpital for a number of days. Knowledge of her situation had evidently spread as Master Raymond, himself, had visited her during her stay . Initially he had been pleased, assuring her that the spell was holding strong and she needn’t worry about the baby, but then had moved on to assess the rest of her and adamantly insisted that she take better care of herself.

She adjusted her pillow and turned on to her other side. She let out a frustrated sigh when she found that to be even worse than her previous position.

Ever since being ordered by Mother Hildegarde almost three months ago to convalesce at home until the time came for her to give birth, she found it hard to sleep at night. More often than not she would lay awake thinking about Jamie locked up in the Bastille Saint-Antoine and in the early hours of the morning when she finally fell asleep she would dream of his death, herself forced to watch with her hands bound in black rope. While Jamie would suffer a different form of capital punishment each time she was always guaranteed to wake up sweaty and with her heart racing.

To make matters worse, she often felt like she was dreaming during daylight hours.

Despite Mother Hildegarde’s warning that the King would expect some sort of payment in exchange for Jamie’s freedom she hadn’t hesitated. She knew that pregnant women were protected by the crown, even to the point of pardoning any woman previously sentenced to death who proved she was with child while on death row, and had prayed to whatever God that might be listening that the King himself would not expect a heavily pregnant woman to service him. What she hadn’t expected was to find herself judging the fate of not only Master Raymond but the Comte St Germain, too.

Since then, memories from that day would play through her mind on random occasions, often prompted by the smell of incense or the sound bells tolling in the street. She couldn’t help but wonder what had become of Master Raymond and she prayed for forgiveness for what she had inadvertently done to the Comte.

Still, it meant Jamie being released and she would do it all again if it meant they could be together. All three of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door followed by a muffled “Madame?”

Intrigued by the excited tone of the voice she recognised as Suzette’s, Claire climbed out of bed and pulled on her robe as she walked to open the door.

“Yes?”

“You must come, Madame.”

“Wait, Suzette. Come? Where?”

“Downstairs,” Suzette grabbed her hand and held it in both of her own. “Everyone is so pleased.”

Still perplexed by what was happening, she tiredly followed Suzette all the while holding in the yawn that threatened to escape. She held on tightly to the railing as they made their way down. It was dark with only candles lit here in there to guide them but she could see and somehow feel the glow coming from below. As they reached the landing Suzette bobbed to curtsey someone in front of her and promptly walked away.

Claire stopped and so too did her heart. There waiting for her was Jamie, looking up at her with shadowed eyes somewhat hidden by the long curls falling around his face. His clothes were the same as he had worn the last time she had seen him except now they were torn and faded in places. All of this accompanied by the long beard that had grown during his time at the Bastille he looked like a completely different person. And somehow exactly the same.

“Claire.”

His voice was raspy, as though he had been ill or perhaps even crying recently but it was the best sound she had ever heard. She pulled up the skirt of her robe and rushed forward only to be reminded of her large stomach as she flung her arms around him and pulled him into a crushing embrace.

“Claire,” he said again and this time she was certain he was crying. He raised his arms and embraced her back far more gently than she had him. After a time he released his grip and she pulled back to watch him bend down to place his hands on her stomach. “The bairn?”

“Safe,” she replied. With anyone else her answer might have seemed rather out of place, most likely expected her to use a word like ‘healthy’ or perhaps even ‘growing’ but she knew that Jamie would understand her meaning. “My nose, however… is not. You stink to high heavens and are in desperate need of a bath.”

Jamie laughed and wiped his eyes. “Aye, Sassenach. That I am.”

Suzette was correct that everyone in the house was pleased by Jamie’s return. They set about preparing a warm tub and fresh clothes for him in the bedroom while Jamie tried to insist that she return to bed while he bathed but soon realised that it was going to be a battle he was never going to win. She suspected he might not have wanted to, either - he didn’t even hesitate to lean forward when she moved to scrub his back gently with a cloth. She bent down and followed the cloth with soft kisses to the back of his neck. Goosebumps rose and she smiled to herself.

“I can hear ye smiling from here, Sassenach.”

“I was wondering if you could still do that.”

“Do what?” Jamie turned his head to look back at her and she pulled back slightly so that he wouldn’t have to crane his neck so much.

“Know everything about me, without sight nor sound.” This time she kissed him on the lips long and slow, as if attempting to make up for all the time they’d spent apart. Eventually she pulled back and ran the palm of her hand down the side of his still furry jaw line. “Let’s get rid of this shall we? I want to be able to kiss you and not be prickled all over.”

“All over?” Jamie smirked at her. Both his words and his expression were half-hearted but she couldn’t have cared less, simply happy that his natural forever-youthful state was starting to reappear. She slapped him on the shoulder playfully with the cloth before dropping it into his lap.

“Only if you’re lucky,” she teased and went to over to gather the razor and soap.

She could remember shaving Frank’s face for him, once upon a time in her previous life. She had always felt it was an intimate act, trusting someone else to do it and she had been so proud of the fact that he would ask such a thing of her. But shaving away the remnants of Jamie’s beard, of his time in confinement, she found it to be even more intimate than any other. Jamie’s physical body not only relaxed and surrendered itself to her hands but his soul was hers to hold as well.

It was late by the time they climbed into bed and they laid in silence for a time simply enjoying each others presence.

“How long?” She finally asked.

“Two weeks.”

Claire nodded and pulled his arm tighter around her middle. She had know all along that his return was only temporary. The King would never allow for a convicted Scottish criminal to not only be pardoned but remain living on crown land. She also knew that Jamie would have a plan. “What are we going to do? I don’t think I can go anywhere right now.”

“Nay,” Jamie confirmed. “Fergus and I will set sail for Scotland at the end of the week. We will make our way to Lallybroch and send word when we have arrived and preparations have been made for you and the bairn.”

“I’ve only just gotten you back,” she pouted and Jamie kissed her lips with a chuckle.

“I dinna wish to part from ye either, Sassenach, but ken that I also willna leave ye alone. Murtagh has agreed to remain here with ye and then escort ye home to Lallybroch once you and the bairn are well enough to make the journey. But dinna fash,” Jamie slid his hand down over her hip and grabbed a hold of her buttock, “for I’m here now.”

“Yes, you are,” she agreed and leaned up to kiss him properly.

As tired as both of them were, their affections remained chaste and before long the two of them had fallen asleep in each other’s arms with their unborn baby nestled between them.

—–

Every day for the past week she had considered untying the knot around the apostle spoon and each time she walked past the cupboard in which it resided the idea had only become more tempting.

That morning when she couldn’t even keep her breakfast down she had finally given in and untied the rope.

She was well aware that still being pregnant was a miracle, one that may never have come to fruition had she not performed the spell. But now she was nine months pregnant and increasingly desperate to not only give birth but also be reunited with Jamie. She couldn’t deny she was being selfish but her back hurt, her abdomen felt stretched to the limit, contractions seemed to be increasing at a horrendously low rate and all she wanted was to receive some affection. Preferably from her husband - the man very much responsible for her current predicament - but at this point she thought she might accept it from anyone. Or perhaps no one.

For hours she had been walking around the house in an attempt to not only encourage active labour but also keep her somewhat distracted, hoping to prevent her from dwelling on what was to come. A sudden pain had her bending over and gasping for air.

“Milady?”

Claire reached out and gripped onto Magnus, suddenly thankful that the house was always teeming with people. She looked down and saw drops of red blood on the floor boards. She pulled up her skirt and found more soaked into the leg of her stocking.

“Milady? Should I call la sage-femme - the midwife?”

“L'Hôpital, Mother Hildegarde,” she gasped out and fell to the floor relying on Magnus to help her.

—–

Claire started to wake. Her hands moved down to cradle her belly but instead of taught rounded skin she only found a soft, flabby surface. Her heart started racing as flashes of the past few days came to mind. Arriving at L'Hôpital des Anges. Laying on the table and staring at the ceiling while people bustled around her. Someone - a man - barking orders. Fever. Dreams. A blue herring. She pushed away the sheet that covered her and moved to sit up.

“Where’s my baby?” Claire turned to find Mother Hildegarde standing over her with a hand on her arm. “Where is my baby?”

“Madame, do not trouble yourself. You must save your strength,” Mother Hildegarde replied and offered her some water. She barely resisted knocking it away.

“I don’t want any water. I want my baby. Bring me my baby. I want my baby!”

“Shh. Madame, Claire. It’s all right. Here she is.”

Panting, Claire followed Mother Hildegarde’s gaze to find one of the nuns walking towards them with a wrapped up cotton blanket.

“Oh!” The bundle was placed in arms and she relaxed, quite simply stunned by what she saw. She was holding a little girl with a head full of beautiful copper hair and, while her eyes were closed, she could tell they were slanted a bit like Jamie’s. She pulled back the blanket to count all ten fingers and ten toes, just to double check. The fresh air caused the baby to fuss and so she replaced the blanket and bounced her arms gently in an attempt to calm her. “Shh…”

“I baptised her. And gave her a name. Faith. You must understand, I worried that you… “ Mother Hildegarde started to explain and Claire nodded. She was far more taken by the infant in her arms than worrying about names. “Ta petite fille est parfaite, Claire. She is perfect.”

Claire couldn’t take her eyes off of her, not even to thank the Mother or even as tears began to blur her sight. She ran the back of her finger down Faith’s warm cheek and smiled.

“You are so beautiful, Faith” she whispered, her daughter’s name rolling off her tongue as if she had been saying it all of her life.

“Aye,” Murtagh said gruffly as he came to join them. “And yer father canna wait to meet ye.”

End Note: “Secured in my womb, a seed of love. There to grow and blossom until released by nature [number of months] hence. Surrounded by safety, health, and wholeness you shall remain until this knot is undone” (incantation courtesy of google - original source unknown).

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heavenlydreamerblog · 6 years ago

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In Too Deep

Chapter 5

Thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged the last chapter of In Too Deep. Hope you all enjoy this latest instalment! Have a great weekend xxx

Warning: Smut

I giggled at the look of frustration on Jared’s face. “You two must be really close if you’re organising this massive birthday party. Tell me how you plan on keeping it secret for the next two weeks. Surely he’s going to be suspicious at some point,” I said shivering as a cool breeze sent ripples across the surface of the pool, the calm blue shattering into mini waves.

Jared motioned for me to get up. He removed his check shirt and placed it around my shoulders, the sudden warmth relaxing the tension from holding the cold at bay. OK, it’s not that cold, but I’m a girl who likes cosy rather than cool.

With his hand on my hip, he guided me inside, through the kitchen and into the den, filled with oversized sofas, soft throws and a giant TV screen on the wall. I turned around, his hand falling from my hip as I noticed that tattoo again, in fact two of them on his arms. I wracked my brain, desperately trying to remember where I’d seen that symbol before.

“Tell me about those tattoos on your arm,” I said. He lifted his arms, displaying what looked like triangles with a line running through the middle. “What are they?” I felt stupid having to ask but he explained about the alchemy symbol for air and the link to his band 30 Seconds to Mars.

“You should come and see us when we next play live. I’m sure my brother would love to meet you as well.”

“What does your brother do then,” I asked as Jared pointed at a sofa. Taking my hand in his, he gently sat me down and pulled over one of the throws. “Well, well Lexy. Who hasn’t done their homework,” he laughed as he saw the blush creep into my cheeks. “The band is me and my brother. He plays drums. You’ve honestly never heard of the band have you,” he said, removing his shirt from my shoulders and running his fingers down my arms.

I’d been caught. Totally unprepared and no answer for smart ass Jared Leto, who I’d decided was messing with my emotions, my head and most probably every other part of my body.

“OK, Jared. No, I’m not familiar with 30 Seconds to Mars, I don’t know your brother and you’re just annoying the shit out of me now!” I said, planting my hand on his chest to push him back on the sofa so I could stand up.

Instead, as my hand connected with his chest, he gripped my wrist firmly and I lost my balance, tumbling back on to the sofa, landing on top of him. “Ouch Jared. That hurts.” I rubbed my wrist, more from shock than pain, suddenly aware of his hardness, pressing into my groin. He pulled the throw over our intertwined bodies and held me, gently pushing his erection into my stomach, closing his eyes and holding my hips as he pleasured himself against my aching body.

I could feel myself getting wet as he caught me holding my breath while a shiver raced down my body. I was powerless to stop the shaking sensation; was it nerves, sexual tension? I don’t know but for all my good intentions and with Carrie’s advice echoing in my head, I could feel myself submitting to his desires.

“Lexy? You OK babe? You’ll have to let me know before we take this to the next level,” he said, lifting my head onto a cushion so our eyes could meet. “Answer me! Are we OK Lexy?” His tone is dominant and demands an answer. Now’s the time I either run or lose myself. His eyes search mine for an answer. All I can do is nod my head, barely breathing as he grabs both my wrists this time, pinning my arms behind me on the sofa.

A shaft of light from another room casts a triangle of light behind us, highlighting his muscular physique. Everything else is in darkness. I feel his fingers trace circles across my neck, working their way down to my hard nipples. I gasp as my body reacts, wanting to feel his fingers working their way down to my aching pussy.

But first he runs his tongue along my bottom lip, pulling and sucking, nibbling my neck and then working down to my nipples, teasing them until I can’t physically take anymore tension. “Fuck Jared, I’m going to cum,” I whispered, trying to pull my wrists from behind my head.

“Easy babe, easy. You’ll cum when I decide. Your body’s mine for tonight, just enjoy the moment.” With that, the kissing and nibbling stopped and I felt the pressure on my arms lift, as he stood and moved around the darkened den. “Don’t move Lexy. I can see you. “

I could hear him opening a drawer somewhere as his footsteps moved further away. I was having an out-of-body experience, waves of sexual desire washing over me, pushing all professional thoughts out of reach into the darkest corner of my mind.

“Just remember that feeling in your body Lexy.” The words were a whisper in my ear. I jumped, unaware he was back in the room let alone alongside me. “Lift your head for me babe.”

I did as I was told, suddenly sinking into an even greater darkness. Jared fastened the blindfold behind my head. “Don’t be frightened baby. This will intensify the pleasure you’re about to experience. Tell me you’re OK,” he said, tracing his fingers along my bottom lip, across my neck, breasts and all the way down to my aching core.

“I’m nervous Jared,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat. “Don’t be. I’m here to look after you. I want to see you cum,” he murmured “but it’s on my terms Lexy. You cum when I say you can cum ... “ His words trailed away as his lips teased my breasts, pulling my nipple into his mouth, gently flicking his tongue before nipping it with his teeth. “Ouch,” I screamed, desperately trying to pull away, terrified my body would explode against his wishes.

Again, he grabbed my wrists and with one powerful movement, pinned my arms back behind my head. I could feel my heart hammering, my breath shallow as the palm of his hand smoothed across my stomach, down over my soaking wet pussy.

“How desperate are you baby girl. You are so wet,” he said, sliding two fingers into my folds, pushing hard into my aching core, feeling my walls tighten as he pushed hard into my G spot.

“No!” I screamed, my back arching upwards, pushing into his fingers. “Stop Jared or else I’m going to cum.” He was right, the darkness made everything more intense, as electric shivers ran through my core and into my thighs. “Please stop, please, I can’t take anymore.” I felt a tear run down my cheek but was powerless to rub it away.

Suddenly he stopped, again easing the pressure on my arms. “Sit up sweetheart,” he said, gently pulling me into a sitting position. I was naked and vulnerable, on the edge of orgasm and in pitch blackness.

“Tell me you’re OK Lexy.” His voice was soothing, like a whisper of cool air washing over my skin. “We don’t go any further until you give me the green signal.” I felt his hand grip the back of my neck, his lips close to my ear. “Are we good for the next part Lexy. I need those words.”

“Yes.” That’s all I could say. My head was clouded and unable to think straight; my body needed to feel him deep inside me, taking me over the edge into sexual oblivion.

I was kneeling on the sofa with my back to him. I felt his hands move to my hips, guiding me to the floor. “On your knees and lean over the sofa Lexy,” he demanded, parting my legs and sliding his fingers back inside me. “Fuck you are so hot and wet babe. Remember the rules though. Tell me who’s in charge ...”

My mind was scrambled. I was aware of his voice but too wrapped up in the sensual movement of his fingers. “What’s the answer Lexy?” I felt his hands wrap tightly in my hair and pull my head up to his. “The answer baby girl! Who’s in charge?”

“You are Jared.” The words were lost in a rush of sexual desire as my hips pushed back on his fingers, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. Instead, he stopped thrusting, taking out his fingers and trailing them across my lips, thrusting them into my mouth, making me taste myself, my sex. He then pulled my head back again, licking the remainder of my juices from my lips, teasing with his tongue.

“Now hush baby because this is where the fun starts. Open your legs wide. I want to see that pussy of yours.” He thrust his fingers back in, fucking me hard, then he withdrew again, just as I was toppling over the edge.

I was bent over the sofa, his hands holding my wrists so I couldn’t move. Suddenly I felt the tip of his hard cock sliding back and forth across my swollen clit. I thrust my hips backwards, pleading with him to stop the sexual torture. I heard the rustle of foil from a condom and then with one violent thrust, he was inside me, grinding into my core.

This was pure bliss. “Please Jared, enough. Please let me cum,” I murmured, feeling a trickle of sweat rolling between my shoulder blades.

As those words tumbled from my lips, I felt his thumb gently circle my clit while he pounded inside me, taking us both over the edge. “You have permission to cum,” he growled as both our bodies rode out their orgasms, thrusting, aching, shivering into submission.

I felt him withdraw and toss the condom into the trash. He lifted me gently on to the sofa and wrapped himself around my shaking body, removing the blindfold. There were no words to describe what had just happened, so we lay there in silence. It wasn’t planned, I was totally out of my comfort zone and I didn’t see a way that I could face planning his brother’s party, having just had this mindblowing sexual experience.

“Speak to me Lexy. You’re too quiet,” he said stroking my hair away from my face and kissing my cheek. “Was that OK?” He sounded worried. In the shadows, I could make out his eyes, probing mine for an answer.

“Do you really need an answer to that question Jared? I thought my body just did the talking for me. I’m just lost for words. Sorry I’m so quiet.” I turned to rest my head on his chest, letting my fingers trace the outline of his muscles. “I’m no virgin, but I haven’t quite had sex like that before,” I said, biting my lip at the admission.

His arms wrapped me closer into the warmth of his body, slick with sweat and the unmistakable odour of sex. “You were amazing Lexy. Really amazing.”

He paused then tipped my chin upwards with his fingers. I could make out his eyes shining through the darkness. “Now Miss .... where were we with the party planning?”

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angelkurenai · 7 years ago

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Die for a Laugh - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 10 (The End)

Title: Die for a Laugh

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Joker x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Could do a Jared Leto joker imagine where Sam and Dean are on a hunt for the joker and he takes a certain liking to the reader, the pairing can be whatever you wish, thanks!

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“Hate you?” Sam blinked and you rubbed your eyes.

“Why that surprised?” you asked almost numbly “The moment he realizes what I've been really doing behind his back he-he will loathe me, despise me beyond belief.”

“No, (Y/n), he's- Dean cares about you, more than you can understand. He will be mad, hell he will be furious, and I'm not going to sya he won't give you the cold shoulder like he did this time but-”

“But this time is going to be so much worse, Sammy. He's going to feel betrayed, like I let him down, like I gave up on him and that means he's not going to forgive me. Not this time.” you wiped hastily a stray tear.

“(Y/n), no- he-” Sam shook his head “I wish we had more time to talk about this but Dean is in danger a-and-” he let a heavy sigh “You need to believe me when I say everything will work out in the end, everything always happens for a reason you always were the one to say that to me.” he tried to give you a reassuring smile.

“You're right-” you sniffled, managing to gain all the courage you could “He's in danger and I will never forgive myself if something happens to him. It's better if he lives even if he'll hate me forever.” you breathed out, not giving Sam the chance to respond before you rushed out of the car and towards the back of the club. After a deep intake Sam got ut of the car and followed, the both of you checking your surroundings.

“He's not- I don't see Dean or J in there. Isn't that- isn't that the couch he usually holds his business meeting at?” he pointed as he peaked through and open window and you did the same.

“If it's not then it's the office he has upstairs. Come, we need to get inside the bar first, there are stairs in the back for the second floor.” you mumbled, rushing to the backdoor and using the key you had managed to sneak out from Frost's stuff.

Luckily there were plenty of people in the club, even at this time, and you managed to sneak your way past some of his henchmen scattered around and keeping an eye out for enemies. Your heart lept to your throat when you went around a corner and spotted two of his bodyguards in front of the door and you instantly hid yourself behind the wall again.

“Son of a bitch.” you breathed out, closing your eyes “There are guards there.”

“Great” Sam muttered, eyes casting down for a second “What are we gonna do now? We can't just go charging towards them, not with the guns they could have.”

“We can't go against them even if we'd want to and that's what we didn't think about from the first place.” you dragged a hand down your face.

“Meaning?” Sam frowned at your words.

“There will be ten times the number in there, Sammy. J doesn't go to business all alone, he's not stupid especially with hunters. How are we gonna just pull our gun on all of them? Those guys don't think, they don't fight hand to hand, they just shoot whatever moves against their boss.”

“And what do you propose we do? Just wait until Dean's out of there, if he does come out? He's been doing all kinds of stupid things lately, how can we be sure he is not going to pull a gun amongst all those-” he stopped himself, taking in a shaky breath “They will do anything to protect their boss, we can't just wait for them to-”

“We're not going to.” you breathed out, your eyes wide “You said it yourself, anything to protect their boss and anything for their boss. They follow orders... and that's how it will be this time as well.” you took in a sharp inhale, putting back the safety on your gun and tucking it in the back of your jeans.

“(Y/n) what- what are you doing?”

“You'll see. Listen to their boss isn't what they do? Well, they are going to.” you took a deep breath, straightening your back “You just wait here for now, and when I tell you, you'll come out, got it?” the moment you took a step away from him, his eyes widened in realization and fear, yu couldn't tell which first.

“No, (Y/n).” he whispered in a hurry, taking hold of your hand “No, please.”

“I'll be fine, wait for my sign.” you whispered, trying to be as calm as you could even thought your heart was beating wildly inside your chest, as if it wanted to break right out of your rib cage.

“This is madness, (Y/n)!” he whispered with wide eyes “You can't possibly just walk towards them as if everything's fine and ask-”

“But it is the only way!” you hissed, hoping you couldn't be heard from the henchmen “It is the only way we'll save Dean, and put an end to all of this for good.”

“(Y/n), if Dean sees you like this then... you said it yourself, he'll hate you.” he was trying every reason he could come up with to stop you from doing something stupid.

Your heart dropped at the thought but you willed yourself to look strong at least for Sam, because you knew that once this took place there was no coming back from it especially for your relationship with Dean – friendship or a promise of more, whatever it was “He will anyway, Sam. And I'm more willing to have a man that doesn't want to see me than a dead man in there.” your voice was as cold as you could possibly muster, before you took in a deep breath and glanced around the corner at the guards that were at the door “When you see the last one come out of there then make sure to come closer, I'll be by the door.”

“(Y/n), no-” he whisper-shouted but didn't get to complete his sentence or hold you back before you rounded the corner and with pursed lips you strode towards the two men.

The two of them instantly on alert once they heard footstep and as Sam peaked through the corner, holding his breath, in case he'd need to jump in. But he lowered his gun when he saw the two men lower their as well, not even so pointing them at you.

“Miss?” one of them asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I've been looking for J-” you started, standing in front of them with a straight back “He wasn't downstairs, I'm guessing he's having a more private talk?” you tilted your head, looking at the door and Sam narrowed his eyes for a moment at your calmness.

“Yes but he asked nobody to disturb him, he said it's serious business.” he replied firmly, but not very sternly as he would in any other situation, because if J found out you were anywhere disappointed by his men there would be no good ending for them.

“And I am nobody?” you crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow “Besides, when it comes to serious business I am always there.”

“Miss, we do know that- that you are always by his side, but Mr J didn't inform us nor let us know you were allowed so we really don't know if-”

“Inform you?” you scoffed “He doesn't need to inform you, but even if he had to it wasn't gonna be about me for sure. He didn't know I would be coming so soon so I'm gonna surprise him... unless you'd like to piss him off by not letting me get in and ruin everything. Sure, I won't be wiping the blood anyway, the maid is.” you shrugged casually, so much that it made Sam listen to you with wide eyes and in surprise “Or better yet, how about I tell him how not good you've been to his Queen? How you disobeyed my orders, because that's what this is, an order. Would you want that boys? I mean we all know what he's willing to do for me.” you said with a sweet smile but it was far from that with the threat you just uttered.

“Miss-” one of them started, voice steady, but nervousness clearly evident on their faces that had gone quite pale.

“Leave.” your smile flattered “Leave before I lose my patience, you know I can be worse than him if I want to.”

“There is a hunter in there, Miss.” it was a weak attempt because they would inevitably do what you told them to.

“Shocker, he's talking about business with him. And if he tried anything, then J has me. Now- Go downstairs, we don't need you here. Go.” you gave them a sharp look.

They hesitated a moment but they nodded at your words before they went the opposite direction you'd come from, thankful they wouldn't run into Sam. You held your breath until you were sure they were gone before you glanced in Sam's direction that was looking at you with a deep frown and you tried to give him a reassuring smile. He shook his head but you just gave him a small shrug and turned to face the door, taking hold of the doorhandle and knocking softly before pushing it open all in less than a minute. Mostly because you didn't want to give Sam the chance to pull you out of this.

And he didn't have the chance to anymore indeed.

Even as you entered the room, realization had not set inside you, but when you spotted Dean sitting right in front of J, you felt your heart leap to your throat in fear. You forced your eyes to focus only on J, took a deep breath and straightened your back as you approached the two of them and the rest of J's men. All eyes were instantly on you, and you hoped you looked as confident as you wished you did, as silence fell in the room.

“Having a meeting without your lucky charm? Ain't you a bad boy, J.” you crossed your arms over your chest, a smirk forming on your lips but it felt so cold.

He looked at you in surprise, glancing at Dean whom you didn't dare look at yourself because you could already feel his eyes burning through you and could perfectly imagine the shock written on his face, maybe even worry because he didn't really know what was happening yet. But he was in for such a bad surprise. J turned to face you, a grin forming on his lips as he leaned back in the couch.

“Only for my Queen.” he said with a small growl.

“You didn't seem to be thinking that much about your Queen when you didn't tell me anything about this now, did you? You're breaking your Harley's poor heart, puddin'.” you tilted your head to the side and he laughed to himself, throwing his head back.

“Oh and I would love nothing more than to make up for it, kitten.” he extended an arm out for you “Come take your place by me then.”

You paused for a second, holding your breath before speaking “With pleasure.” you grinned “But first-” you turned to his men “How 'bout ya boys go out to get some air huh? You're way too stiff sometimes.”

“Uh Miss (Y/l/n), with all due respect, are you sure we should...?” one of the men spoke up and you raised an eyebrow.

“Boss?” Frost asked J, who was looking at you with an interest; eyes narrowed and somewhat suspicious but not in the slightest alert.

“She's the boss too, Frost. You know it.” he muttered, his eyes not leaving you but a smile slowly forming on his lips again as he saw the way you smiled. You probably didn't understand it yourself, didn't even realize it, didn't see it but he could detect something underneath that pleased him more than it would please you.

“You heard him, although he shouldn't have to say it.” you shrugged “Don't worry, he's me here. Mr J will be just fine.”

“Of course Miss.” you got a nod from Frost as you made your way to the door and opened it wide open for them to get out.

“So, boys you can all go downstairs and check the back door, will ya? I saw a guy creepin' in the back, seemed like a hunter from the gun and all the plaid he wore.” you said with a tight smile, making sure each and every one of them followed in the direction the two first ones had. Once they all had left you waited so that glanced behind the door and gave Sam a curt nod who gave you one in return.

You got back in J's office first, but what you were met with made your heart crack this much that you almost heard it, not to mention felt it like a stab to the chest. Dean was pointing a gun at you, his jaw clenched, his eyes cold and emotionless, careless and not thinking about how J could just as easily pull a gun on him that second as well, he saw red and all he cared about was you in this room at the moment and like this. He only looked at you with burning rage.

“You're gonna regret that.” J hissed but Dean didn't even blink as he glared back at you.

“Lower the gun, please.” you said softly but he stood his ground.

“Why are you using her face?” he growled and your brows furrowed for a moment until realization set down. He thought you were a shifter.

“No, I'm not-” you took a step forward but it only angered him more.

“Not another fucking step or I'll pull the damn trigger. Answer my question: Why the hell are you using (Y/n)'s face, bitch?” he roared and you gasped, taking a step back. You didn't realize what happened next exactly, but only thing you knew was that a body was standing in front of you and blocking the way.

“Do it.” he hissed “Come on, do it. You wanted take this shot so bad for so long, she shouldn't be a distraction, should she? Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it!”

“No, J please-” you looked with wide eyes from him to Dean “Dean-” you choked on a sob but this time Dean didn't have the chance to say a thing as Sam hurried through the door, closing it right behind him.

“Dean!” he breathed out in almost fear and as the older Winchester's head snapped in his direction, his eyes widened.

“Sammy?” he blinked taking a couple steps back “Wha- what are you doing here?”

“I'm with (Y/n)- We're-” Sam frowned when he noticed the state you were in “What happened...?” but he trailed off just as Dean's head snapped in your direction. His eyes went wide and you could see as he looked at you realization setting in before shock and before pain and before betrayal all flashed through his red-rimmed eyes. If you felt your heart crack before, it was now shuttered into a thousand pieces. You thought you'd be able to take it, you thought's be able to take the hate and even disgust on his features but when you saw only a broken man, no more just bent, utterly broken and let down you wished he would just point the gun at your head and pull the trigger so you wouldn't have to see it anymore.

“No” he breathed out, stumbling backwards “No, you're-”

“I'm not a shifter, D.” you whispered, stepping away from J and walking towards him but he only backed away; making you stop dead in your tracks “I'm just here to help you, what you're about to do to J-”

“Him” he growled, but the fact that his anger mixed with anguish made you close your eyes “You've been sneaking out to see him?! You have fallen for him?!” the way his voice cracked at the last sentence made you choke on a sob.

“I know how this looks but if you just hear me out-” your own vision got blurry but you forced yourself to keep your voice as steady as possible.

“Hear you out?!” he roared and you winced at the tone in his voice “Hear you say what? More lies? Oh no, no thank you, but I can see very clearly what's going on here.” he hissed, smiling bitterly to himself and you could feel the twist of the knife in your chest “Very very clearly... you've been the chick by his side all this time huh? You not only have gone to him despite what I told you but also sided with him? You just betrayed us like that?! And you acted as if you knew nothing, as if you were trying to get the case finished, as if-”

“I am.” you whispered “And I've almost finished it, I just”

“No, no sweetheart-” the venom that laced the usually sweet nickname made a tear roll down your cheeks “I will.” he added in a dead serious voice tone before turning to face J and brought his gun back up to point it at him “I told you that the second I saw him I would pull the trigger, that I would kill him... that I would end this.”

“You're not even going to flinch, are you?” Dean growled at J, his chest heaving as he glared with burning rage in his eyes at him.

“Flinch?” blue-eyed man tilted his head, all amusement gone from his eyes as he glared back in a deadly dangerous way “Why?”

Dean narrowed his eyes, not being able to understand what was going inside his head.

“Oh yeah, that?” J laughed, the sound echoing in the entire room, but it was so much colder than any other time you'd heard so far “I've seen plenty before, see- I got my own!” he joked, taking the gun from his holster, making Dean's chest puff out and put him instantly on alarm until he threw it away “No, no I'm not gonna flinch.” J ended up growling.

“You got quite the nerve huh?” Dean clenched his jaw.

“Oh no, I just rather enjoying seeing the green on you. Oh feelings, soooo complicated! Jealousy even more so than the others. Tell me, did you really have no idea it was me all this time? I knew she was a great liar, that you all are, I just never thought-” but he stopped himself when with a snarl, Dean took a step forward; gun pointed directly at his head “Oh no, please don't kill me.” he mocked him before he laughed at it.

“Go to hell.” he growled.

“No, Dean.” your eyes widened.

“Because I'm bulletproof.” J whispered in a husky voice, and only a gasp was able to leave Sam's lips because he couldn't stop you from running toward Joker, standing in front of him and blocking the way just as the blue-eyed man had said.

“No, please.” you whispered.

His eyes widened and you saw shock and pain in his eyes intensify in his eyes “What are you doing?”

“He's-” you sniffled “He needs help, D. He's just a broken man and I- all I want is to help him, I'm doing this to- to save him and everybody else. He's just a man, he's human and we- we save those, don't we?”

“(Y/n) get out of the fucking way.”

“No, Dean I'm sorry but I- I can't let you do this.” you shook your head, pursing your lips “I know you can't see it but I- I do. And I feel for him, and maybe you are right- he might deserve a- a punishment for what he's done just like every monster we've hunted-”

“Might? Might?!” he growled before scoffing “He does!”

“But it is not us to give! If- if fate wants it, if Chuck does, then he will get it by Batman himself or by anyone whose job is that, not us. What I know I that I- I won't pull that trigger nor let you do it. He doesn't deserve it by me... just like you didn't all that time ago.” more tears rolled down your cheeks.

“What the hell do you mean?” you could see him fight the tears in his eyes with all of his will.

“The mark, Dean, that's what I mean.” you whispered, giving him a pained smile “Don't tell me you didn't believe you deserved the worst of punishment for what that thing had made you do, because I know you better than anyone. D, you asked me to put a bullet through you when you almost hurt me, remember? And I didn't, I just couldn't, but-” you sobbed, smiling sadly as more tears rolled down your chest “Not because I love you so much that I can't live without you, that I can't be without you, that it physically hurts my heart in the most beautiful way to know how much you mean to me...” you took in a trembling breath, a tear finally rolling down his cheek as he lowered his gun “-but also because I believed you could be saved. Because I saw the man I could save through all of the bloodlust and I did... we did save you. So I'm asking you, let me save this one hiding behind the madness, too. I'm begging you, Dean.”

“Save him? Save him?” he laughed humorelessly “What is there to save anymore?”

“You can't see it, not many can, but I do. Do you not trust me?”

“Do you think I should?” he asked back, surprisingly softly and your eyes casted down as you gave him a weak nod.

“I ask you to trust the old me, the one that carelessly didn't listen to your advice and ran to do what she wanted. The one that just did her thing, found the Joker, and did anything to finish the case without you getting hurt.”

“And now you think we're not going to?” he just looked so tired and broken but above all so let down, defeated in a way you had never seen before and you didn't dare look him in the eyes for longer than a full minute.

“Not if I make the right choice.” you breathed. And although Dean frowned, unable to understand, Sam caught onto it and his eyes widened in horror.

“No, (Y/n)-” he started, striding to you.

“Leave.” you whispered he shook his head in fear “I'm staying. Sammy, take him and leave.” you placed your hands on his chest and gave him a small push.

“What?” Sam blinked.

“What the hell?” Dean asked in a gruff voice.

Sam held your gaze for a moment before pursing his lips, his eyes still pleading with you but they ultimately casted down before he turned to face his brother “He offered her a choice. Us... or him and our safety.”

“And there is no choice in the first place, at all.” you said softly, trying your best not to hide how much this was hurting you but your glossy eyes gave everything away. And when you heard the gasp leave Dean's lips you felt like breaking down in tears yourself.

“No” his voice was gruff “No, you're not going to-” he choked in his words, the desperation in his voice and face to keep you with them... with him, despite everything you've done, despite how you thought he'd just wish you got lost and he'd never have to face you again, made you struggle to breathe. You'd hurt the man you swore you never would and he was still willing to keep you.

“I really wish I didn't have to. I really do, but there is no other way. You have to go now, this is the best for everyone and maybe one day-”

“No!” he roared, jumping in his place but before he could reach out to take hold of your hand, J decided to speak up. And it was possibly the best and worst thing he could do at the moment.

“Frost!” and as if everything seemed to happen in slow motion his men rushed in all armed, as if they'd been standing behind the door all this time and it didn't surprise if he had seen this coming from the first moment “The gentlemen here will be leaving, why don't you make sure they go back to their place without a hitch?”

“Yes, boss.” Frost gave him a curt nod and your last sight was Dean's wide watery eyes, filled with panic, as he got pushed back and away from you, before you closed your eyes and faced in a different direction. The yelling and grunting that followed, from the struggle or even fight, along with the words exchanged between the boys and Frost – no doubt he was warning them – sounded so distant and when after some time silence fell between you and J it was even more defeaning.

Maybe, even more, because he wasn't laughing.

“I'm past saving.” he said in a husky voice, and as your eyes fluttered open, they locked with his red ones “More than you can understand.”

“No, J. No.” you walked towards, kneeling in front of him as he was laying on the floor “You can be saved, you can be redeemed, if we just try-”

“Listen to me.” he growled, grabbing your chin but nowhere near painful “Look at me, I am way past saving. This- This is me, doll, and there is no changing it.”

You smiled, although a tear rolled down your cheek “My heart scares you and a gun didn't?”

“These tears...” he spoke as if he had not heard your question at all “They're not for me... or you.” he let go of you, taking a deep breath “He's not. You can save him, even after all you've done.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” to say you thought you'd hear these words from him would be a big fat lie, but there was something different about him as you took a closer look; he seemed more void, more cold and more... Joker.

He laughed, shaking his head “You really don't know yourself that well, do ya? Your choice!” his yelling made you flinch like the first time you met him “I hoped I could have helped you figure it all out but you ooooh you still are so damn oblivious to many things about you... from loving the man I could be to being in love with every man he is.”

“I'm not oblivious to any of it. Just because I chose to ignore it to not hurt myself any further doesn't man I-” you pursed your lips, looking down at your hands “If you want to hear it and think you can take it, then I won't keep silent about it... I did chose Dean, I did chose him and Sam and would chose them any day without a second thought. They are my family, they are everything I've got, and I am doing this, I am staying here for them.” you sniffled, brushing away your tears hastily “But you got what you wanted in the end so-”

“Did I?” he finally looked at you “Because the way I see it...” he clenched his jaw, eyes red and glossy but mostly exhausted and broken beyond repair “None of us did.” he chuckled darkly “And that was not the deal.”

“What- What do you mean, J?”

~Several months later~

You sipped on your coffee, scrolling through the news in case you could find anything on a possible case. As much as you loved pampering yourself from time to time, getting the chance to relax after hunts, you always found yourself seekingout another one... mostly because deep down you hoped you'd run into him again.

A title caught your attention and you raised an eyebrow at it “Joker escapes Arkham Asylum, with help from Dr HarleenQuinzel.”

The mere mention of the name brought back so many memories of that wild day, of the day you thought you'd lose what you couldn't live without.

“I never said I would hunt them down. That wasn't the deal, no.” he let out a frustrated sigh “I never would do the slightest thing to hurt you, and if I went after them I knew just how bad that would do it... no matter how fun it would be. Isn't that crazy on its own?” he ran his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back as he laughed, coldly though “I asked for you, all of you, not just your physical presence or a part of you wanting to change me. Your mind chose me but your heart chose him.”

“You know I can't control it, I know the feelings I developed for you are- they matter, to me I want you to know that, but with Dean it's- Thre's just no comparing, and I wish you didn't have to hear this but-” you chewed on your lower lip “I stayed for them, and all I ask is for you to not hurt them.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes “I said I'm not going to, why is it that hard to believe? I am crazy but I am not mad, I know how to protect beautiful roses like you and I would never do anything to make another tear roll down those cheeks.” he brought a hand up and ran his thumb over your cheek, for a second you could swear the man of the photo was standing in front of you.

“What is the point of all this, J? If you're just lying to calm me down and then-”

“Do I look like I'm lying?” he looked straight into your eyes.

“You look like you don't like what you're saying.” you spoke tired.

“No, I don't.” he grinned but his smile fluttered “Leave.” he growled and your eyebrows shot up in surprise “Leave, now, go find them and pretend I never existed... that you never did. 'S the only way I won't hunt you down. And above all-” his eyes were void,, held no emotion as if he was dead inside “Don't try come after me, you will regret it.”

“Do you really...?” you couldn't even complete your sentence from the shock, not because of what he was saying but mostly because you could see it was true.

“Go!”

And it took you time to understand it, because honestly his mind never worked in the most simple way, but if you put feeling to the equation as well it was all very simple: He wanted your heart, your soul, your mind and your body but Dean had most of it so he he didn't think it was enough. His mad laughter and the things crashing when you had exited his office that verified the struggle you'd seen inside. The struggle between Joker and who he once was evident. The happy man he once was, who finally realized you could thank for not having to say goodbye to your family forever. The man who pushed egoism aside and thought only the best for you.

“Harleen? Harleen.” you said softly, nodding your head “Maybe you found your Harley after all, J. Wish she has better luck than me.”you brought your cup of coffee to your lips but stopped when you heard a knock on the door.

Setting everything aside you got up from the couch to make your way to the door. If someone ever told you that you'd get a perfect house with a white picket fence while in the life and managed to make it all work, you'd have laughed straight in their face. But here you were. After leaving the Bunker - even if Dean wouldn't admit it out loud, fearing he'd lose you for good, that he wanted time to think about everything that had happened - you made sure to stay in touch and let them know you were fine, while keeping a guest room in your house ready for whenever they'd be ready to stop by or... even more, keep a bag ready in case they- well, he felt ready to take you back and-

“Dean?” you blinked, surprise impossible to hide from your face.

“Hey” he offered you that boyish grin you feared you'd never see again.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Wow” he scoffed but smiled “Missed ya too, sweetheart.”

“No, I- I-” you laughed, shaking your head “Shut up Winchester and just... come here.” you breathed out, almost feeling happy tears well up in your eyes but you fought them back, before you spread your arms and without a second thought he gathered you in his arms and actually lifted you off the ground, your face burying in his chest and his in the crook of your neck as he inhaled deeply.

“I did miss you.” you whispered softly and he gave you a squeeze before he pulled away and gave you a half smile.

“'S good to see you again, (Y/n).” he cupped your cheek and you instantly felt your heart do a flip “Are we gonna talk here or will you invite me in?”

“No, of curse come- Wait, what is that?” you blinked, looking at the duffel bag behind him “Is everything ok with Sam?”

“Must there be something wrong with the two of and not, let's say, me wanting to come and...” he shrugged, trying to seem as cool as he possibly could “Not just be here to spend some time with you? Just the two of us... no hunting necessarily involved.”

“What?”

“I mean, if you'll take me... in this picture perfect house of yours.” he looked hesitant but your stomach was filled with so many butterflies and your heart was going miles per hour for you to think about anything else.

“Ours, Dean. It's ours, come and see it. There is a complete Bat cave just the way you wanted it too. So, yes...” you opened the way for him to get in “Ours.”

“Is there?” he chuckled softly, looking around “You gotta stop it, you know.”

“Stop what?” you bit your lower lip.

“Making the deal so sweet.” he took a deep breath before locking your eyes “It's making it impossible for me to not just kiss the heaven out of you before setting in here for good.”

“Well, I took a double bed just for you cuddles so if you feel like it...” you shrugged sheepishly and he gave you a soft smile.

“Trust me, I really do. I have for so long.” he breathed out before letting the duffel drop from his hands and cupped your face to press his lips to yours, a breath living both your lips.

~~~

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Rescue Me | Chapter Nineteen

Jared lifted his head from his phone looking toward Andrea. His eyes drank in her sun kissed skin, noticing the new freckles on her right thigh just below the hem of her skirt. Licking his lips, he made a mental note of their exact location for later.

Floating up her body, his eyes landed on her face, radiantly glowing in the last remnants of sunlight that pierced through the back window of the black SUV that would take them to their destination.

Andrea was lost in thought, smiling while she mindlessly fumbled with the cord of Jared's straw beach hat. Jared reached out, placing his left hand on her thigh and pushed closer.

"What put that smile on your face, baby?"

"The memories we made this weekend." Kissing the corner of Jared's mouth, Andrea continued, "Coachella is something I've always wanted to experience.

Jared twirled his finger around a loose curl hanging in front of her ear, and leaned in, "We have so many more to make sweetheart." He whispered, placing a kiss on her temple.

Andrea felt the heat of Jared's hand slowly ascending her inner thigh, inching closer to the edge of her skirt. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes met his in a silent plea for him to stop, but also not stop. The thought made her giggle.

"What's funny, Andie?" Jared breathed against her neck. His right hand lifted her leg up and over his before reaching for his hat and covering her lap.

When she felt his hand cup her center, she gasped quietly, "Jared!"

Jared chuckled and nibbled on her earlobe, "You want me to stop," He stated, pulling his hand away, quietly laughing when Andie wiggled her hips, "but yet don't want me to stop. Am I right, Kitten?" He asked, gliding the tips of his fingers slowly up and down the middle of her panty clad sex.

Andrea dropped her head back to rest on the seat, sighing as she dug her nails into his forearm. Jared brought his left hand up to Andrea's chin, gently directing her in his direction, a mischievous smirk playing at the corner of his lips when their eyes met.

"Mr. Leto, we are here, Sir." Their driver announced, just as Andrea pulled Jared's lips to hers, both of them sighed resting their foreheads against each other's.

"We will continue this at home baby girl." Jared said softly, quickly kissing her lips once more before he slid gracefully out of the back seat and onto the red carpet.

Andrea sat frozen in place, knowing she only had a moment to collect herself. She gracefully exited the car, sliding the strap of her big bag containing her life and Jared's inside it over her arm. Thankful for her long legs, she caught up to him quickly and was where he'd know to look for her, two strides back and to his left.

As she expected, Jared cut his eyes over his left shoulder and nodded with a smile which she happily returned. The flashbulbs of the de rigueur glittered against the backdrop of the MTV Movie Awards. Andrea watched her boyfriend slip into one of his many characters, smiling for the press as she ducked behind the curtain to meet him at the end of the photo line.

Emma arrived soon after, the three of them rehashed the amazing weekend at Coachella until Andrea was approached by an old cast mate. She enjoyed catching up on how life had been since their show had wrapped but she had lost sight of Jared and Emma.

The ushers started clearing the lobby and sending people to their seats. Andrea started up the stairs to the area designated for assistants, but decided she'd rather wait back stage. Digging her laminated pass out of her bag, she placed it around her neck and made her way down the side aisle.

Once in their assigned seats, Jared turned around shielding the bright lights from his eyes with his hand. His eyes searched the balcony twice looking for Andrea, coming up empty. Turning back around, he sighed, wishing she could be sitting here next to him. Not that he didn't love Emma dearly, she was one of his best friends, but he ached to be able to share this with his girl.

"You okay, Jared?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I just wish Andie could be down here with me. With us."

"She could be, but it would make things complicated for you guys. She still has the assistant shield. If that goes away, some people will dig their claws into her."

"I know, she understands that too. We've talked about it a few times actually. We both want to be open about our relationship, but we also don't want her being attacked by the cyber bullies. Me more than her. She says she can handle it."

"She probably can, J. Her accounts are already private, she's smart."

"Yeah." He responded, looking around once more for Andrea and finally catching a glimpse of her backstage. Their eyes met and she waved at him, making him smile and wave back.

——

Jared settled back listening to the presenter call his category. When his name was announced, he looked to Emma, his dear friend of many years and smiled, unable to ignore the twinge in his chest that he couldn't do the same with Andrea.

After he finished speaking, he made his way toward Andrea. She stood there with a megawatt smile on her face, hand over her heart. He couldn't help but want to wrap her in his arms and kiss her.

Andrea pulled him into a hug, quickly releasing him. "Congratulations, Jared."

"Thanks, baby." He whispered as he removed his sparkly black tuxedo jacket, draping it over Andrea's outstretched arm.

Jared slowly unbuttoned his black and white linen shirt covered with palm trees, revealing a white t-shirt that hugged his lithe torso. He smirked when he noticed Andrea staring.

"Hey, my eyes are up here." Jared joked, nudging his elbow into her side. Andrea grinned, her cheeks flushed instantly. She raised her hands from her sides offering his aviator shades in one hand and his straw hat in the other.

"I can't help it!" Andrea remarked, "You started it."

"Yes, and I plan to finish it too. We'll sneak out right after I do my presentation." With a wink he was off. Andrea watched him strut to the edge of the stage, just behind the curtain. Her eyes drifted to a high heeled curvy figure approaching her boyfriend. Jared shook her hand and nodded, speaking to whomever this co-presenter was.

The woman threw her head back and emitted the fakest laugh Andrea had ever heard making her roll her eyes. Her annoyance escalated when she saw the woman run her hands down Jared's chest, but he made no move to push her away.

They slipped from behind the curtain, walking out to center stage. Watching from the tv backstage, Andrea could now see the woman that couldn't keep her hands to herself. She was short with dark spiked hair. Her dress was so tight it appeared to be painted on, highlighting every curve on her body.

Jared spoke about his trip to Coachella and asked if anyone wanted to give him a lift back. Andrea giggled when he made a joke about having room in his tent and being a good snuggler.

Her laughter ceased when little miss in the tight dress took that comment as an invitation to actually snuggle. Jared wrapped his arm around the female singer, pulling her tightly against his body.

His mouth was still moving, but Andrea was no longer listening. Jealousy and anger bubbled within making her turn away from the tv. She was trying to understand why he would flirt with another woman like that, on live tv nonetheless.

Emma arrived backstage to see Andrea biting on her nails, a look of uncertainty on her face.

"What's wrong, Andrea?" Emma asked.

"Nothing, I just need to let this pass." Andrea sighed.

"Let what pass?"

"I just.." Andrea paused as the singer came into view, once again pawing at Jared, hugging him one more time, she felt her eye twitch. Emma turned her head to where Andrea's attention had been drawn.

"Andrea, tell me, how do you think he would react if he wasn't with you?"

Emma's words sank in, Andrea knew she was right. Jared would have acted the very same way. However, she couldn't shake the jealousy.

She and Jared had agreed that keeping their relationship secret was best. In fact, it was her idea. But after all they'd been through and how close they had become, she wanted more.

Emma nudged Andrea's elbow, pulling her back to the present. Jared smiled brightly as he approached them.

"You ready to go, Andie?"

"Yeah, sure." She smiled half-heartedly.

Once they were in their car, Jared watched Andrea curiously. He felt a change in her mood, but didn't know why. Her body language was cold and distant, her eyebrows, furrowed, something was obviously troubling her.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, grabbing her hand.

Andrea looked at him debating on how to answer that. He hadn't done anything wrong and she didn't want to start an argument.

"Can we talk about it when we are alone, please?"

Jared clenched his jaw, but nodded in response and turned his attention to his phone. He stared blankly at his phone trying to figure out the change in her mood.

Andrea started nervously wringing her fingers together in her lap. Things had been going so great between them, she had to be honest when they got to his house, hopefully he would understand.

The sound of a door opening pulled her from her thoughts and back to reality. Jared had exited the car, moving quickly around to Andrea's door and offered a hand to help her out.

Jared pushed the front door open of his home gesturing for Andrea to enter first. She sauntered through the entry way on her way to the living room when Jared gently grabbed her wrist. Turning her toward him, his fingers lifting her head slightly forcing her to look at him.

"Are you ready to tell me what's troubling you?"

"It's really silly, I don't know if I want to talk about it yet. Or if it's worth talking about at all." Andrea answered, she shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend, nuzzling into his neck. After a few moments, Jared gently pulled away and cupped her cheeks in his hands.

"Go home and pack a bag, I'll be there in an hour to pick you up."

"Where are we going? Cannes isn't for almost a month."

"It's a surprise." Jared replied, watching the confusion in Andrea's eyes.

"Andrea, please." Jared released a long sigh. "Will you please just go home and pack. We'll be gone for a week, but pack some items for Cannes too, just in case. I'm not telling you our destination, that's part of the surprise."

Andrea did as he asked, arriving at her townhome, she quickly packed items she might need over the next month and crammed them into her midsized suitcase.

True to his style, Jared showed up an hour and a half later. Andrea sat on her front porch giggling to herself at the fact he's never on time if she's not there to keep him on task. Like a true gentleman, he loaded her luggage and started toward their destination.

They arrived at the airport, Jared drove down a private access road, stopping in front of a small Cessna. Two flight attendants were on hand to help load their luggage as Jared followed Andrea up the small flight of stairs onto the plane, taking the opportunity to stare at her perfect butt.

"Jared, this is so fancy, what's going on? You rarely use private planes!"

"It's part of the surprise, sweetheart, they won't reveal our destination." Jared replied with a grin.

"Sneaky man." She smiled.

Andrea was in awe of the luxurious surroundings,never having been on a private plane. Her hand slid across the creamy leather seats as she took her seat, glancing around the mahogany cabin. Jared noticed as he took his seat next to her she had been too distracted to buckle up.

"Don't forget to buckle up baby, you're precious cargo." Reaching across her lap he buckled her in, then buckled himself before he slid her hand into his. He knew even though she wouldn't admit it, Andie hated takeoffs.

Once they were in the air, Jared stood and moved to the small sofa, patting the space beside him, "Come sit with me, Andrea."

Although reluctantly, Andrea quickly does as he asked, releasing her seatbelt and snuggling up next to him. She wrapped her arms around Jared's tummy enjoying the feel of the rise and fall of his breathing. He was so soothing to her, like a human anti-anxiety pill. Suddenly she felt embarrassed for ever being jealous and buried her head in his chest.

"So, how about you tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours. Because I've been trying to figure it out, but I'm coming up empty." Jared stated, he wrapped his left arm around her slender waist, drawing his right arm up to her face, pushing her cocoa curls behind her ear.

"It's really stupid and I feel embarrassed for letting it get to me. Do we have to talk about it?" Andrea mumbled into his shirt.

"Yes, Andrea. Communication, we promised. No matter the issue, we talk it out. Now give it to me."

"Ugh. Fine."

Andrea repositioned herself, now laying her head in his lap, she averted her gaze Her delicate fingers played with one of the designer holes in Jared's shirt. Jared played with her long hair and waited patiently for her to form her thoughts.

"I got jealous. I saw that woman approach you and touch you. Then when you were on stage she was all over you and you played along."

Jared licked his lips, recalling the moment in question. "Andrea, I treated her the same way I would treat anyone that approached me. I played along because it's easy to start rumors flying around that aren't true. Rumors that will distract people away from you. Baby, I don't want her. I don't want anyone else but you. Obviously, I need to work on conveying my feelings to you. Do you honestly not realize I'm crazy about you? How much I love and adore you?" He asked incredulously.

"No! No, I know that. I know you love me. Emma came back stage and caught on, she said the exact same thing. It's just," she paused, taking a deep breath and gnawing on her bottom lip.

Andrea sat up, she brought her left hand up and placed it on his chest.

"I wish we could have more. I want people to know I'm yours and that you're mine."

Jared listened closely to her confession. His eyes bore into hers as he wondered if she felt the same way he'd been feeling lately. His conversation with Shannon on the beach flashed into his mind.

Andrea took his silence as encouragement to continue. "I love you Jared. I love you so much, I'm not sure there are words to express how much. You walked into my life on a cloudy day and have been my sunshine every day since then. You've pushed me to be more brave, to try new things, taught me it's ok to fuck up."

She was unable to hold Jared's gaze any longer. Looking down, she played with the hem of her skirt.

"I'm sorry, I just don't know how to do this. I've never had anyone to be jealous over. I should have practiced on someone in my own league first." Andrea giggled and released a deep sigh.

Jared put his hands on her hips, pulling one leg across his lap. He ran his hands through her hair, pushing it away from her face resting his hands on Andrea's shoulders.

"You are so very special to me, Andrea. And if anyone needs to stay in their own league here, it's me."

Andrea rolled her eyes as Jared traced his fingers down her jaw.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." Jared chided playfully.

Leaning forward, he kissed her sweetly. Andrea wrapped her hands around his forearms, sighing contently.

"So, do you think we could continue where we left off before the awards show?" Andrea asked, slowly grinding her hips into his causing her skirt to ride up. Jared dropped his eyes to where their bodies connected and grinned.

"You do remember we're not alone, don't you baby?"

Andrea's eyes grew wide, she had been so wrapped up in Jared she had forgotten where they were. She smiled as Jared let out one of his breathy laughs, her most favorite sound in the entire world.

"That's what I thought Kitten. But don't worry, we have a week to ourselves and I plan to do all sorts of things to you."

#rescue me #jared leto fanfiction

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rookie-critic · 2 years ago

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Morbius (2022, dir. Daniel Espinos) - review by Rookie-Critic

Morbius was just bad. Sloppy, poorly written, poorly shot, just all around not very good. It kind of stumbled its way through its story without ever amounting to much or making much sense. Matt Smith and Jared Harris try to reel it in with performances that seem good in comparison to everything else, but they can't make up for the 1 million problems this movie has.

Score: 2/10

Currently available for streaming on Netflix.

Can we just please, please, stop casting Jared Leto in things? We all need a break.

#Morbius #Daniel Espinosa #Jared Leto #Matt Smith #Adria Arjona #Jared Harris #Tyrese Gibson #Al Madrigal #film review #movie review #2022 films

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Requested by @pacifyprincess Hey! I just wanted to say that your work is awesome! Also, I have a request. So, I was wondering if you could do a Bill Skarsgard x reader where the reader is an actress and Bill’s wife as well and appears as Harley Quinn. Both get interviewed and are asked what a crossover would be like between the reader’s character (Harley Quinn) and Bill’s character, Pennywise. and then maybe a part 2 where they make the crossover happen with a skit on SNL (Saturday Night Live), please? Sorry, it’s long.

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

A/N: excuse me for making you wait so long! I was having that writer’s block and I just have my mind in blank.. but here’s the first part of the crossover! I hope you like it and soooooorry for my horrible english… If you have request for me to include in the second part, please let me know! :D

Title: A couple of handsome psychopath clowns

She was wearing the dress that Bill had given her the night before, it was a dark red dress with a neckline that reached down to her lower back and was perfect for her figure, making her curves stand out. Bill had hesitated when he decided to pay for it and left it on the dressing table with a note telling her to wear it tonight, he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that other men put their eyes on her, on the other hand he was pleased to make everyone notice that she was his and the ring she wore in her left hand proved it, she had been his from the moment he saw her, but having married made it even more real.

Both were posing for the paparazzi, today was a special day for Y/N, it was Suicide Squad Vol.2 world premiere, where she played Harley Quinn, just as she had done on the first film; Bill had his hand firmly on her lower back, right where the tremendous neckline ended, his gaze was slightly lowered, he was watching her, couldn’t believe how perfect she looked, he loved her eyes, her velvet lips with that mate lipstick that made them look even more fleshy and spectacular, he loved everything about her, he loved her simplicity and the fact that she looked beautiful without wearing an extravagant makeup, like most of Hollywood’s stars do it.

He loved her, she was perfect and she was his.

Paparazzi were fascinated with the two of them, they kept shouting their names and asking them to keep posing and they did it, they continued posing for a few more minutes, even her movie colleagues appeared to pose with them for a few pictures; Bill walked away when he heard some fans screaming his name repeatedly, however he wanted to give her some space and time to enjoy the premiere with her friends with whom she had worked hard over the last year; he signed some posters and took hundreds of pictures until he felt the presence of his wife next to him.. photobombing his pictures with the fans… they both laughed a little before starting to take pictures together along with the fans

They were perfect, they were naughty and playful, fans loved them, they used to called them ‘relationship goals’ all the time, the pictures proved, they were really so in love and they didn’t try to hide it, they even made people believe that ‘the other half’ really existed.

“Look at this, Bill!” She exclaimed excitedly, taking in her hands a manip of her and Bill characters Harley Quinn and Pennywise together, looked very authentic; Bill finished signing an autograph and approached her immediately, taking her waist gently and seeing above her shoulder what his beautiful wife wanted to show him…. The picture was fantastic.

“Are you serious?” Bill asked looking surprised at the fan…

“It’s like a fandom dream” the young woman said timidly from the other side of the fence that separated them “I would love for you both to sign it”

“Of course, we’ll do it!” Y/N replied as she signed it in a corner “did you edit it?” she asked playfully, watching the fan nod, she decided to leave a small note that said: you have born talent! Keep going on Girl! 😊 . Bill hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her bare shoulder, Y/N gave him the silver sharpie so he could sign the picture too …

“It’s fantastic” He confesses with laughter and then they continued with the fans for a longer time; both had that ideology of spending as much time as possible with their fans, no matter how late they came to the interviews, even though their managers would get mad at them.

They reached the place where the reporters were waiting anxiously, there were already another actors like Jared Leto and Jai Courtney being interviewed; a reporter shouted Y/N name’s and she approached arranging some hair that had left it of place, behind her ear.

“Good evening, Y/N! How are you doing?” He greeted her cheerfully, the man was carrying a MTV microphone in his hands

“Oh Hello! Very well and you?” She replied kindly

“Wonderful, It’s great to see all the cast together again! It looks like everyone is getting along fantastic!”

“Of course we do! We’re like a big dysfunctional family, y’know, since the first movie we had a very big bond and we always have a good time being together!” She approached the reporter a little bit, to let people pass behind her, she looked at Will Smith who noticed her and coming to greet her effusively, then she returned to the interview again.

“You look fantastic, Y/N!” He confessed “the fans were very excited to see you!”

“Thank you” she chuckled shyly “Bill surprised me by giving me this dress and I must accept that I love it and… about the fans… I think both of us were excited to see them… it’s amazing to feel so much support from them all the time, I really hope that they like the movie”

“I’m sure they will, you never disappoint us, dear! Bill is here with you tonight, am I right?”

“Yes, he’s here” She started looking for him in the crowd, but she couldn’t see him, maybe he was with some other reporter “well… He was here but now I don’t know where he is…” she laughed a little

“There he comes!” said the reporter pointing behind Y/N, who turned to look for him and meet with her favorite green-eyed boy who smiled to see her. Bill approached her and place his hand on her small waist “Hello Bill” the reporter greeted him

“Hello, how are you?” Bill asked him kindly

“Fantastic, it’s like a dream to have you both together for the first time as a married couple” They both laughed at notice his enthusiasm “I’m totally a fanboy I cannot deny it and I want to take advantage of the fact that I have both of you here together, to ask you guys: do you know about the fandom’s crossovers?”

“mmmhn…. It depends” Y/N replied and Bill continued the phrase…

“…. If you mean those of Atomic Blonde and Kingsman (let’s suppose that you had also in Kingsman’ movies) or the ones of Pennywise and Harley Quinn.. or…. I don’t know dude, the fandom has an extraordinary imagination”

“You’re right, they’re all fantastic, but the one that interests us most is Pennywise and Harley”

“Oh… actually, We just signed several manips of it… I’m very surprised about how talent these people are… I mean, they look even more real than the pictures we took as a couple” Y/N joked, looking at Bill “right, dear?”

He smiled at her “They’re really good”

“Yes, they are, I’ve seen too many, what do you think? How do you think a crossover between these two would be like?”

She sighed and looked at Bill for a response, but it seemed as if the question had taken him by surprise, so she decided to speak first “I think Harley wouldn’t mind to change The Joker for Penny and calling him ‘Puddin’” she said imitating the voice that commonly used to be in her role as Harley “from time to time…also I didn’t stop thinking about Pennywise the dancing clown giving me an erotic dance… you know, Magic Mike style” she joked placing her hand on Bill’s chest who laughed embarrassed feeling his cheeks burn.

“What do you think about, Bill?” asked the reporter trying not to laugh

“Well… I think Pennywise wouldn’t mind having a relationship with a psycho girl who walks all day in her underwear around the house… maybe she’s not a kid but I bet she taste as good as one”

“Yeaah, y’know, they’d be like the best psychopath clowns couple” She laughed kissing Bill on the cheek

“A couple of handsome psychopath clowns… don’t forget about it” the reporter laughed “by the way Y/N, I think everyone would love to see Pennywise dancing at Magic Mike’ style!”

“Don’t give her any idea!”

MASTERLIST

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard fanfic #bill skarsgard oneshot #pennywise #it #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #atomic blonde

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The Geek's Guide To Movies In 2020

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The Geek's Guide To Movies In 2020

With 2020 looking to be a great year for video games, we wanted to look ahead at all of the movies plotted out for the new year. While the Marvel Cinematic Universe is in a state of refresh following the cataclysmic events of Endgame and Star Wars is taking a breather on the heels of The Rise of Skywalker, there are plenty of films in nerd culture to look forward to this year.

Check out our list below and start planning which ones you’re going to leave the comfort of your house for, and which you’ll probably wait until they’re streaming to see.

Winter

Dolittle – January 17

We’ve previously seen the likes of Eddie Murphy and Rex Harrison take up the role of Dr. Dolittle from the Hugh Lofting children’s books, and now we get to see how Robert Downey Jr. handles the role of the doctor who gains the ability to communicate with animals. Downey is joined by Antonio Banderas and Michael Sheen as live-action actors, while a star-studded cast with the likes of Rami Malek, John Cena, Emma Thompson, Kumail Nanjiani, Selena Gomez, and more handling the animal voices. Fans of Marvel movies will even be able to enjoy a psuedo-reunion between Iron Man and Spider-Man, as Tom Holland plays Jip, a dog who wears glasses.

Bad Boys for Life – January 17

Nearly 17 years later, the long-awaited conclusion to the Bad Boys film trilogy is finally here. Will Smith and Martin Lawrence return for one last action-packed showdown, this time taking on a cartel mob boss before retiring from their jobs at the police department.

Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) – February 7

The prevailing notion of 2016’s Suicide Squad is that while it wasn’t a great film, Margot Robbie does an excellent job giving Harley Quinn her live-action silver-screen debut. While 2021 will bring a new take on the Suicide Squad with a mix of new and returning cast members, in the meantime, Robbie returns as Harley in Birds of Prey. The storyline follows the crazed clown princess after she breaks up with Joker. However, she hasn’t completely escaped trouble, as Black Mask (played by Ewan McGregor) starts stirring things up. This film promises appearances from other beloved female superheroes like Black Canary, Huntress, and more, but according to Robbie, we shouldn’t expect to see Jared Leto’s Joker appear at all.

Sonic the Hedgehog – February 14

After outrage ensued following the reveal of the original design of Sonic the Hedgehog for the upcoming live-action film, Paramount pushed the release back to February 14, 2020 to create the version of Sega’s iconic blue hedgehog you see above. In addition to Ben Schwartz voicing Sonic, the live-action cast features James Marsden as Sonic’s friend Tom and Jim Carrey as Dr. Robotnik. In typical Sonic fashion, the story revolves around collecting rings and stopping Robotnik from conquering the world. Here’s hoping it can defy the odds and continue the trends set by live-action, game-inspired properties like Detective Pikachu of delivering an enjoyable end-product.

Onward – March 6

As the magic-using power of society diminishes thanks to the convenience of science, two teenage brothers set out on an adventure to recapture the abilities their world once wielded in order to save their father. This Pixar adventure stars Tom Holland, Chris Pratt, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, and more.

Bloodshot – March 13

While Marvel and DC may reign supreme in the comic-book movie world, Valiant Comics is trying its hand at producing a blockbuster based on its property. Vin Diesel already looks and sounds (and has a name) like a comic-book character, but to this point, he’s been relegated to voicing a single line of dialogue for a sentient tree in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Bloodshot brings him out of the voice booth and into the spotlight as the eponymous technologically augmented killing machine on a quest for vengeance.

A Quiet Place: Part II – March 20

The tense first part, which stars John Krasinski and Emily Blunt, delivered a compelling and daunting tale of a family trying to survive in a world invaded by blind extra-terrestrial hunters who will tear anything they hear to shreds. Krasinski returns to the director’s chair once more, with Blunt joining the remaining cast in front of the camera.

Mulan – March 27

Disney’s live-action remakes with Aladdin, Dumbo, and The Lion King have consisted of varying degrees of quality, but everything of Mulan looks terrific. Those familiar with the source material will revel in seeing iconic scenes recreated in stunning live-action sequences, while the uninitiated will be able to enjoy the tale of Hua Mulan overcoming obstacles put in her way as a result of the Imperial Chinese Army’s perception of women as she strives to join the ranks of the military in place of her ailing father.

Spring

The New Mutants – April 3

Though Disney is poised to absorb the X-Men property into the Marvel Cinematic Universe as a part of its acquisition of Fox, the final 20th Century Fox Marvel film is set to release this April. The New Mutants was originally supposed to be a jumping off point for a trilogy based on the comics of the same name, but with the acquisition and Disney likely already putting things in motion to bring mutants and the X-Men into the nearly all-encompassing MCU, we’re not so sure how this fits into the Marvel puzzle.

No Time to Die – April 10

Daniel Craig takes up the mantle of 007 for the fifth time in No Time to Die. This time, he’s opposite Mr. Robot, Bohemian Rhapsody, and Until Dawn star Rami Malek. The story centers on a post-retirement James Bond who, predictably, gets sucked back into the secret agent lifestyle through the abduction of an important scientist.

Black Widow – May 1

After the events of last year’s climactic Avengers: Endgame (and the wrap up in Spider-Man: Far From Home), the Marvel Cinematic Universe has slowed down just a bit while it readies the stage for its next major narrative arc. Despite being set immediately after the events of Captain America: Civil War, Black Widow is said to serve as the jumping-off point for the next phase of the MCU. Whether that comes in the form of villain Taskmaster or some other way remains to be seen, but it will be great to finally see Natasha Romanoff take the spotlight for a long overdue solo film.

Scoob! – May 15

This origin story tells the tale (tail?) of how Scooby-Doo met the Mystery Inc. gang. With movie posters featuring puppy Scooby-Doo and the film possessing an endearing computer-generated art style, Scoob! looks like a cute and fun adventure for theater-goers of all ages. Throw in a voice cast featuring Will Forte, Zac Efron, Amanda Seyfried, Tracy Morgan, Ken Jeong, and Mark Wahlburg, and you can see the studio is hoping to create something more than simply another adventure with these beloved characters.

Fast & Furious 9 – May 22

For a series that started as a story about Paul Walker and Vin Diesel racing cars illegally at night with an occasional high-speed truck heist, the recent movies sure veer closer to the superhero genre than anything else. Who knows what we’ll see in the ninth mainline entry of the series: Tanks flying through the sky? Cars backflipping over bodies of water? Vin Diesel punching through a nuclear reactor? Sure. Why not? None of the plot matters, but that doesn’t mean these movies aren’t relentlessly entertaining thrill rides, and we can’t wait for the next entry. Oh, this one has John Cena and Cardi B.

Artemis Fowl – May 29

Based on the books from Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl is about a 12-year-old genius who comes from a family of brilliant criminals. However, when his father mysteriously vanishes, Artemis must investigate the disappearance, which kicks off an adventure. Disney has brought in a supporting cast that features Judi Dench, Josh Gad, and more to help tell the story.

Summer

Wonder Woman 1984 – June 5

As the sequel to the best film in the DC Extended Universe, Wonder Woman 1984 has lofty expectations placed on it by fans. Gal Gadot has shown to be the perfect casting for Diana Prince, and with Wonder Woman set to face off against both Maxwell Lord and Cheetah with a 1980s backdrop, it’s easy to see why this is one of the most anticipated DC live-action films in years.

Soul – June 19

Pixar makes this list for the second time with Soul, a film that features Tina Fey, Jamie Foxx, Questlove, Phylicia Rashad, and Daveed Diggs in both writer and voice-actor roles. The story is set to tell the tale of an aspiring jazz musician whose soul gets separated from his body. The dynamic duo of Atticus Ross and Trent Reznor are set to provide the score in what is sure to be a crowd-pleasing animated film.

Top Gun: Maverick – June 26

Set 30 years after the events of Top Gun, Maverick looks to do for the Top Gun series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. Top Gun: Maverick places a keen focus on Maverick, reprised by Tom Cruise. With a story that involves the son of Maverick’s late best friend Goose, and Val Kilmer returning to the role of Iceman, this sequel has all the nostalgic trappings fans of the original are likely looking for.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife – July 10

Set 30 years after the events of Ghostbusters II, Afterlife looks to do for the Ghostbusters series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. As you might expect, much of the core original cast returns in unknown capacities, but we’re just excited to see Bill Murray as Peter Venkman once again – we just hope he has a bigger role in Afterlife than Luke Skywalker had in The Force Awakens.

Purge – July 10

With creator James DeMonaco saying the 2020 entry will be the final entry in the series, those who have been following the franchise are hoping the team can close it out in a satisfying manner. Unfortunately, not many details are available at the moment, but Everardo Gout is set to direct.

Tenet – July 17

Christopher Nolan films always garner a certain level of attention, but Tenet was off many fans’ radars until IMAX theatergoers were treated to an extended Prologue for the film before screenings of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. A secret agent with the ability to time travel must use his powers to prevent World War III in what is sure to be a mind-bending, action-packed film that hits way too close to home in 2020.

Bob’s Burgers: The Movie – July 17

After the success of The Simpson’s Movie, Fox hopes to effectively transition another one of its beloved animated series to the silver screen with Bob’s Burgers: The Movie. The voice cast from the popular show returns for what is being described as a “musical comedy.”

Jungle Cruise – July 24

Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt headline the newest Disney film to be based on a Disney ride – hey, it worked for Pirates of the Caribbean. The group heads out into the jungle in search of the Tree of Life while avoiding dangerous wildlife and racing a rival expedition.

Morbius – July 31

Jared Leto may not be in the Birds of Prey film, but that doesn’t mean comic book fans will be completely deprived of his acting. The Thirty Seconds to Mars frontman and (former?) Joker actor steps into the role of Michael Morbius in the newest film in Sony’s Marvel Universe based on the characters surrounding Spider-Man.

Bill & Ted Face the Music – August 21

Set 30 years after the events of Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey, Bill & Ted Face the Music looks to do for the Bill & Ted series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. This August, Keanu Reeves will take some time out of running around Night City in Cyberpunk 2077 with us to join Alex Winter on yet another nostalgic time-travel romp.

Fall

Monster Hunter – September 4

If Capcom has demonstrated one thing with its loose game-to-film adaptations, it’s that it loves Paul W.S. Anderson and Milla Jovovich. The spousal combo that ran and starred in the Resident Evil films respectively returns to similar roles in Monster Hunter. Milla Jovovich stars as Natalie Artemis, a captain in the United Nations military team. Her team falls into a portal that leads to an alternate world full of giant monsters, and the adventure begins to save Earth from the invading beasts. Did I mention it’s only loosely based on the games?

The King’s Man – September 18

A prequel to the over-the-top action franchise Kingsman, The King’s Man tells the story of a man who must stop a group of history’s worst tyrants and criminals in order to save the world from a devastating war. If you’ve seen the first two movies, you probably have an idea of what to expect, but having it set in the early 1900s and starring a completely different cast gives us something new to look forward to.

Venom 2 – October 2

Two years after one of Spider-Man’s biggest rivals kicked off Sony’s Spider-Man-less SpiderVerse, Venom is back for a direct sequel. Tom Hardy returns to the role of Eddie Brock, while Woody Harrelson looks to deliver on the post-credit tease of his interpretation of the popular and brutal villain Carnage. Additionally, rumors have circulated that Tom Holland could have a small role in the film, which would connect Spidey (and potentially the MCU) to the Sony SpiderVerse.

Snake Eyes – October 16

The G.I. Joe film franchise has been dormant since Retaliation in 2013, so it would make sense to bring it back with a prequel film telling the origin story of one of the most popular characters in the series. Previously played by Darth Maul actor Ray Park, the titular character is now portrayed by Crazy Rich Asians star Henry Golding.

The Eternals – November 6

While Black Widow kicks off Phase Four of the Marvel Cinematic Universe in May, The Eternals looks to continue it by telling an extraordinarily different kind of story. Taking place over the course of multiple millennia, theatergoers will learn about this immortal alien race created by the Celestials. The Eternals also signals the entry point to the MCU for several high-profile actors including Angelina Jolie, Salma Hayek, Kumail Nanjiani, and Kit Harrington.

Holiday

Godzilla vs. Kong – November 20

Legendary’s MonsterVerse comes to a head with Godzilla vs. Kong, the fourth film in the franchise. Bringing the Godzilla that has starred in 2014’s Godzilla and 2019’s Godzilla: King of the Monsters face to face with the King Kong from 2017’s Kong: Skull Island should be an exciting cinematic affair for those who love kaiju films. The human actors are often meant to convey that everyone is afraid and things are out of control, and Legendary has tasked Alexander Skarsgård and Millie Bobby Brown in those roles.

Dune – December 18

Based on the classic novel of the same name, Dune adapts the first half of the iconic science-fiction book with a star-studded cast. Those who watch the film will see the novel brought to life by actors like Timothée Chalamet, Oscar Isaac, Zendaya, Josh Brolin, Dave Bautista, and Stallan Skarsgård.

West Side Story – December 18

The beloved musical gets a modern interpretation. Directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Ansel Elgort and Rachel Zegler, this story of forbidden love is said to follow the original script more closely than the 1961 film many know.

Coming 2 America – December 18

Set 30 years after the events of Coming to America, Coming 2 America looks to do for the Coming to America series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. Eddie Murphy returns to star, joined by a star-studded cast featuring Arsenio Hall, Jermaine Fowler, Leslie Jones, Tracy Morgan, Wesley Snipes, James Earl Jones, and more.

Tom and Jerry – December 23

The timeless and iconic dynamic of Tom and Jerry makes its way to the big screen just in time to close out the year. This time, the classic animated series joins the trend of animated characters joining the live-action world. It will be interesting to see how the eternal game of cat and mouse translates to this latest cinematic trend this holiday season.

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