#jared leto fanifction

[iraniq]

Jared, waiting for me outside the mall! His face was "again". I wobled his way, cartibg w big bags. His nose movement was "you ain't stashing this oj my library". My lip answered "oh please, they wre just a few". We kept talking at each other without words. He broke the silence, as i passed the street and stopped next to him.

- How many are they? Abd don't say 36!

- Just a few?

- 2 bags are a few?

- Just Marvels, my suprr fave!

He lowered his sunglasses. Blue eyes are so judgemental, i swear.

- My super faves... And some WandaVison, because of the pain. If you want to blame someone, blame the people who wrote the show.

- Let me see. - he popped himself in the bag.

- I was gonna get Michael too, but Sony keep on pushing the release date.

- Darling... - he said it like it that, exactky like that! - I am tge 1st one who'll get that Funko!

He took the second bag, looking in.

- Who's the pair?

- Ineffable Husbands.

He laughed.

- You can't say No! Besudes, they will look so cute in the small library, the one you use as a backround for interviews, your people wull freak when they see both DC and Marvel ones. Will blow their mind!

- I know how to vlow their mind myself.

- Yeah, i saw, letting the stache die, was the best decission ever!

I could feel him judgibg what i said under those sunglasses.

- Ice cream!

- Second one, right.

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[marsmad]

Good Morning

A little bit of lockdown writing, hope you enjoy it 💜💜💜

The feather light kisses trailing across your shoulder. The arm draped over your waist. The hand moving slowly up and cupping your breast. The warm body pressed up against your back. The soft husky voice whispering in your ear "Let's make love baby".

You sleepily turn over, meeting a pair of crystal blue eyes, eyes which draw you in and stare deep into your soul. The swipe of the tongue over those perfect pink lips as they move in to meet your own in a soft kiss.

You raise your hand to gently remove a strand of hair from his beautiful face, a face sculptured by the Gods themselves. You slowly move down caressing the perfect jawline, letting your thumb brush over his bottom lip. As you kiss again, his tongue slips into your mouth, meeting your own, making you dizzy and quickly building a fire that neither of you will be able to resist.

His hand skims down your back as he pulls you closer, locking you both together. His kisses are warm and sensual, hands wandering, exploring each other's body. You slide your leg over his hip and not breaking the kiss, he rolls you onto your back.

Your mouths part and you moan in delight as he glides his tongue down your neck and across your collar bone, finishing with a subtle nip of the flesh.

You move your fingers through his long hair as his mouth begins it's descent down your body. The lips, the tongue, the tickle of the beard, providing the most overwhelming sensations which make you moan even louder.

You feel his hands move to your hips as he continues to kiss his way further down. He changes course, lips now on your thigh, moving to inner thigh. He moves his way up, stopping just short of your most intimate zone. He then moves his attention to the other thigh and repeats his actions, once again withdrawing his mouth before it goes too far.

He looks up at you with dark wanton eyes, making your heart pound so hard it feels like it's going to burst through your chest. Your breathing is fast, heavy and hard to control. He knows exactly what he's doing and loves the affect he has on you.

He raises his head slightly, gives you a wicked smile, then plunges straight into your dripping heat. He devours you hungrily, relentlessly. Your hands twist into the bed sheet, your body arches, "Oh Jared" his name escapes your lips breathlessly.

He continues to work his magic, his tongue expertly manipulating every part of you providing pleasure that drives you insane. Part of you wants to pull this devil from between your legs and part of you wants more, please sir more! Feeling that you are close, he pins your hips in place as your body starts to quiver.

You begin to career towards the point of no return. Your mind is clouded by desire, eyes wide, you cry out his name again as you reach your climax, then falling, falling, falling into the glorious abyss.

Hearing a slight moan, you gather your senses and look down to see that you have one hand tightly gripped in his hair "Damn baby I thought you were going to pull a chunk straight out of my head!" he chuckles.

You open your hand to release his flowing locks and smile, "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't even realise" "At least I know I'm hitting the right spot!" he says with a cheeky wink.

He begins to ascend your body scattering kisses as he goes, finally reaching your mouth where he seductively bites on your bottom lip and whispers 'I'm not done with you yet, ready for some more?' You gently stroke his head to relieve the pain of your lust filled grip, "Always ready for you babe".

As he slowly pulls you up to a sitting position, legs intertwined, you glance down at his obvious arousal. His hand gently pushes your hair back and he tenderly kisses the sweet spot just below your ear then over your cheek towards your lips.

You place one hand behind his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. You eventually pull away, kissing your way down his neck before running your tongue across his shoulder then along his tattooed skin.

You continue your assault on his body, your tongue and lips relishing the taste. His head falls back as your hand glides down his torso until you reach what you hunger for. He hisses through his teeth as you begin to stroke him, tracing every ridge and vein. You slide your fingers up to the silky tip and lightly swirl over it's now slippery surface, then making circles around and around. Bringing your finger to your mouth you lick the residue "Mmmm, delicious" you purr. This illicits a small growl from his chest which ignites a spark deep down in your core.

The need in you both is now evident. Falling back onto the bed, you wrap your legs around him and he pushes into you, taking his time, worshipping every inch of your body. You moan in unison, moving pefectly together as if you were made for each other.

There is s no doubting the connection you have. He is the only man to satisfy your mind, body and soul. He knows exactly what you want, what you need and when to give it.

You begin to feel like you're floating, his every movement bringing you closer to euphoria. This beautiful act of love making is a stark contrast to the hair pulling, flesh slapping, hand tying, blindfold wearing, throat grabbing, gag wearing, debauched sex of the night before.

You dig your nails into his back as a familiar sensation begins to take over. He groans loudly as he feels you begin to tighten around him. You cannot hold back much longer, the ecstasy of each thrust taking you higher and higher.

"Let go baby" he commands as his restraint is stretched to breaking point.

Those words are all you need, the force of your orgasm hits you hard and you release a piercing scream.

"Fuuuccckkkk!" he roars as you take him with you.

You moan softly as he collapses into your arms. His hair a wild tangled hot mess, you push it aside and cover his face with kisses. As you both begin to regain some sort of composure, your eyes meet once again and you notice how the softness has returned to those perfect blue orbs.

As you gaze into his eyes you know you're in far too deep. You live and breathe him, your love for him consumes you. You don't really know what he sees in you and that combined with your other insecurities makes you afraid of what may happen if you confess your true feelings. You know the pain of rejection all too well and you would be crushed if he didn't feel the same way. You just hope and pray that you are enough for him and that maybe, in time, he will love you.

His voice interrupts your thoughts

"Good morning my beautiful Queen" he grins

"Good morning handsome" you reply

"Have I ever told you how much I Iove you?"

Your heart seems to stop for a moment, you cannot breathe, your mind begins to spin. Wait, what? Did he really say that? Did he just read your mind?

High on emotion a single tear runs down your cheek which he wipes away with his thumb then follows up a tender kiss.

"Aww baby what's wrong? Why so sad?"

"I'm not sad, I.. I.. I" you begin to stumble over your words as he strokes your face with his fingers to calm you.

Well it's now or never "I love you too.... with all my heart" there you've said it, no taking it back. You close your eyes and hold your breath waiting for his reaction. Nothing, silence. You dare to open one eye, he's smiling, a smile that turns you inside out. You open the other eye, he smiles even wider making that little nose scrunch which you find so completely adorable and makes your heart hurt with love for him.

He kisses you lightly, "That's settled then, I love you, you love me, we don't need anything else"

Now it's your turn to smile. As you snuggle into him, he kisses your forehead before saying, "Popcorn! We may need popcorn!" you both laugh. Yep definitely popcorn.

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[calamiitywrites]

who’s glad Jared Leto doesn’t have a tumblr anymore? Me. You can’t see my fiction

[iraniq]

Jared

*Mamma had been away with friends, kids made her leave, since daddy spoils them and momma doesn't buy that shit*

- swimming in the big pool

- also food swimming on a lil table around

- Kira, momma's huge dog, swimming with as well

- sun bathing under the huge umbrela

- chocolates

- junk food, but when daddy isn't watching!

- snuggles with wet Kira

- wet Kira wetting all the couches and beds

- daddy running after wet Kira

- Niq recording

- Em laughing

- drying Kira

- drying each other's hairs

- dryinh the couches

- big major ugh...

- party pooper daddy

- poo

- briding daddy's hair

- Em waking up after midnight to eat

- huge discovery of the centery!

- DADDY IS DYEING HIS HAIR!

- the fangirls will die

- Niq helping dad dye his hair

- Em recording

- because why not

- sweet pics for momma

- after daddy did his hair, the girls made new better brides

- finally in bed in 3:47.

- 3:52 mommy is back

- she just tripped

- she is drunk as a kite

- daddy said that!

- she just tripped

- oh no, she'll lie in bed with us

- she smells like wine

- daddy said it's quality wine

- mom is a classy lady

- Niq and Em moved to another room

- if daddy loves mommy so much, he can snuggle with her tipsy self...

<< part 2 with Joler coming #soon >>

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[iraniq]

  A Day to Come

- Hey bro

  - Yes...

  - Wasn't it Summer?

  - Summer what?

  - When we came... 

  - We went a lot of places Shannon, you must be more specific about it. Which summer?

  - I don't mean a summer vacation, I said, I remember it was Summer... When we came... Here, to Earth. - Shannon's voice got more low and stern.

  - Oh... Yes I believe it was. - he said absent.

  - Is the book that interesting that I don't deserve your attention.

Jared closed the book, threw it on the couch next to himself and looked at his brother.

  - You always have my attention. And yes, it was Summer...

  - But they changed it!

  - Well I believe Winter was more suitable for family holiday.

  - Well they did it without consulting with you...

J laughed.

  - I don't mind actually. It's more cosy and you know I am always busy at Summers... Although I am sure they thought I was dead 200 years later.

  - 300! You forgot they waited 100 years before writing it. So everyone who was alive back then is either dead or already forgotten it. Becaise I remember, some were quite ... Let's say immortal. Also all this time allowed them to freely twist it their ways... Like looks all the sexism and possesivnes over women...

  - Shannon...

  - Also the hate towards the different ones... Come on! That's not what you thought them!

  - Can you please not shout.

  - I am pissed man. The ides was to all love each other...

  - I tried to help humans. They didn't wanted it back then. I will wait a little more, they are in better place now... Evebtually I will ... "appear" again! - he maid air quotes at appear.

  - Some were at the right spot back then too.

  - True, but I will wait, I believe they will get the right vibe.

  - Sure. So, any plans for your "birthday"? - Shannon put air quotes on birthday and laughed.

  - You know this isn't exactly my birthday. Planet rotation around the sun and itself is different from Mars, not to mention the sizes and the understandings ... I can't even calculate closer day to my actual birthday.

  - OK... OK, genius, chill... - Shannon waved his hands in defeat - Any plans for your ... It's not even an arrival day, because they changed it...

  - Shannon... - J got to him and shaked his shoulders. - Let's order food! Since I am not allowed to cook.

  - Well brother, you might be a God, but even they have their weaknesses. And yours is cooking.

  - Laugh about it. - J gave him the middle finger, walking away.

Shannon threw a pillow at his brother and proceed laughing.

*****

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[iraniq]

Tired

The guests just arrived. The music is on, the snack is settled, they are pouring drinks. I went out to the table in the garden, no one was in the pool yet.

Jared was talking with a group of his friends and they were legitly fangirling about him.

I had his favorite swimsuit of mine on me. A big hat and one of his Gucci colorful robes. I slowly approached him. Sneaked in the back, and poked his ribs. He jumped and laughed, even before turning to face me.

- Hey little monster. - he smiles and held my hand, squeezing it lightly.

- Hey pretty boy - I licked my lips, wearing my favorite dark maroon lipstick.

He smiled in awe. His friends greeted me, some spoke to him. We were caught between heartbeats staring at each other's eyes like nothing else in the world mattered or existed.

I dropped the bomb.

- You look tired! - I said fully aware of what it means and what will follow.

He jerked my had away of his.

- Out! - he yelled annoyed. Nothing pisses him of more than people telling him, he looks tired.

I let a girly giggle free.

- Out! -playfully raised his voice with a hidden hint, and showed me the direction of the door.

- Oh come on... - I giggled.

- I said out! - he was doing his best to contain a giggle.

- Of course I will leave, Mr. Leto, but I am taking all the fun with me. - I barely spoke, but he can read lips, especially if the one though in his mind is placing a kiss on them.

He laughed more turned on than cheered.

- Oh no, by all means, pay attention to your guests. - I remarked sarcastically already leaving.

He rushed after me, grabbing my hand, violently enough for me to be interested and and dragged me in, shoving me into a small closet in the hallway.

- What are you doing... - I was confused, but it was always an adventure with him.

He lookee if there's anyone to see us and walks in behind me, looking the door. Then it hit me.

- We agreed to do it in the sauna later... - I protested.

- I can't wait till the sauna... - he said untying my bikini, already biting my neck.

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[calamiitywrites]

Dangerous Lessons Chapter 1

Author’s Note: This story is actually a mixture of a request I got from @leasrps as well as an extended version of this imagine by @theartofimagining13. I got the request a long time ago and it’s not really verbatim what was written by the art of imagining, but it’s quite similar and I liked the idea so I hope this is ok and I hope it is worth looking forward to. 

Everything about your junior year left you in complete and utter dissatisfaction of your life. It was a time that everything was supposed to change, but everything somehow remained the same. Your mother was still baking relentlessly to hide the fact that your father was no longer in the picture. Your sister was so engulfed in the idea of being a freshman at the same school as you that she had joined the “in” crowd and remained a fellow and faithful knock off version of Gretchen Wieners and you fought tooth and nail to remain your own person while keeping a safe distance from your sister in which you wanted no one to know you were related to.

How would you even describe yourself? Were you the personification of Cady Heron with your head in your books and your heart on your sleeve? Or were you the infamous rebel Janis Ian who spoke her mind constantly and dared to be different? Why was high school so hard? Why did everyone need a label in order to be “normal?” If you could compare yourself to any fictional character at all, it would probably be Elena Gilbert. The journal writer, aspiring doctor, the heartfelt poet and the sacrificial lamb to them all. Ok, perhaps that was dramatic, but was it not the truth?

You had spent most of your freshman and sophomore year stuck behind a book, exceling in archery class, engaged in track and field while also staying nearly at the top of your class. No, before you ask, you were not an honor student; you simply just had too much time on your hands. In all actuality, you found yourself addicted to your activities because it helped you avoid the irritation, pain and frustration of your current life. Not to mention, they all kept you away from home and away from your mother’s quite visible pain.

One overall bright side to your entire high school existence came in the form of your god like history teacher Mr. Leto. He was kind, patient, intelligent, poetic and above all else he had the perfect hip to torso ratio. It was as if he were sculpted by Michelangelo himself; an even more perfected masterpiece than David. It was hard not to pay attention to him in class especially when he called on you to answer a question. It was as if his blue eyes peered into you without hesitation or distraction and when he was lost in thought discussing the old poets it was like watching an angel; so devastatingly and inhumanly beautiful. Seeing him at school felt wrong as if he were out of place; he was like an airbrushed visage that should have been captured in one of our history books or a magazine even. But Not here.

There was something about him that always made you excited for class. It was like he always paid close attention to you even when you didn’t truly want to be there. Like today for example, you sat near the window on your row like you normally did because you wanted to avoid conversation today. It was as if everyone’s mood was the polar opposite of yours; they seemed sunny and bright while you on the other hand simply wanted to rush through the day and go home.

The distant sound of giggling girls in the front row caused you to roll your eyes and the presence of your sister within the group of girls only made you even more irritated. She wasn’t even supposed to be in this class, advanced history was not her forte. History was your subject, it was something you were well educated and well versed in because it housed the great poets. You felt empowered by having your own thing, so to see her here just infuriated you. 

“So Edgar Allen Poe equated death with......what?” Mr. Leto questioned while walking into the room and closing the door. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t have a flare for the dramatics. He never really announced himself when he entered a room, instead, he always started out with a question. 2 weeks ago it was 

does anyone know the type face used in the Vanity Fair Magazine? It’s important. It resembles a font used in Shakespear’s greatest work. Last week it was Who is Edgar Allen Poe? Today it was this. Edgar wasn’t exactly one of your favorites, but you did enjoy a few of his works. 

“Love, he equates death with love.” One of the girls in the front row spoke while sitting up in her chair and not actually raising her hand. You hated people who didn’t raise their hand. Her answer made you smile, and the scoff that played on your lips was more audible than what you had originally planned. 

“No.....” he cooed while pointing his finger at her. “But that’s close.” He amused her. His eyes traveled to you, but you were too busy glancing out of the window to indulge him. The sun was bright and the day was beautiful. It held more interest to you than the current conversation. 

“Pain?” Another student answered and you felt his eyes fall away from your frame and on the student near you. Your eyes flowed to the student speaking and your eyebrows furrowed. Whoever said that there were no stupid answers clearly never heard this guy. 

“No...Come on guys, did you do the reading last night or?”His voice was surprisingly calm when he spoke and even though you could all tell he was slightly disappointed, his words came off gentle as if he legit wanted someone to grasp what he was trying to say. 

“Why don’t you tell us?” Your sister questioned and the intoxicated playfulness behind her voice caused you to roll your eyes. 

“That’s not teaching.” he answered back playfully before smiling. “I want you to take the time to get it correct....let’s see....” He mused while looking around the room again. His eyes rested on you again and he paused. It was as if he wanted to say your name, but couldn’t. Had he forgotten it? 

Before you allowed him to possibly butcher it you smiled at him. 

“Beauty. Poe equates death with beauty. He was a skillful believer in art and in his eyes art was beauty. Nothing in this world was more beautiful than death especially the death of a beautiful woman like To Helen, Lenore, Annabel Lee; they all share the classic theme. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a fan of Romeo and Juliet especially since Juliet died first.” you spoke and to your surprise there was a look of slight surprise on his face. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was impressed. 

“And every beauty is.....” he egged on. 

“To elevate ones soul.” You finished. 

“Correct.” He said simply before sliding his eyes down your frame and quickly attempting to restore them to the rest of the class. The quiet surroundings confused you and you had wondered why it felt like no one else was really there. It was as if you two were having a secret conversation that no one else was in on. The rest of the class seemed to hang on your words as if you were about to reveal the location of the holy grail, while most of them seemed to be in awe. 

However, it didn’t take long for things to resume and suddenly the moment was gone as if it had never happened to begin with. The 45 minutes passed by like torture and you were left gazing out of the window again. 

“Alright you guys, tomorrow we’re going over your exam review so I hope you’ve been paying attention.” He stated and before you could fully gather your things to leave he spoke again, but this time he called your name. 

“Can I see you for a moment in my office?” He questioned. Your eyebrow arose and you instantly felt the urge to say no and that you didn’t want to be late for your next class, but instead you just sighed.

“Sure.” 

His pursuit towards his office was uninterrupted and the sound of your feet trying to keep up with him was the only thing you could currently focus on. 

“I’m sorry to hold you up, but I wanted to talk to you about the exam coming up.” He stated before escorted you into his office and closing the door behind him. 

“Don’t worry about it, I have a free period. What about the exam?” You questioned while sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

“I was going to give you the option of skipping it.” He stated simply while remaining in front of the closed door.

“Skip the exam? Why would I do that?” Your eyebrows knitted together to confirm your confusion on the subject and he smiled.

“You’ve excelled in class all year, and I was hoping that you could use your talents to educate your fellow classmates.” He urged, but you frowned. If you actually liked your fellow classmates then this wouldn’t be too much of a problem, but the last thing you actually wanted to do was get more involved. Plus, this would take time away from all your other activities.

“Educate them how? Isn’t that your job?” You chuckled out and you were surprised to see him bow his head to hide a halfhearted smirk.  

“Yes, but who’s to say that you can’t assist me in that area?” He questioned. “The greatest thing about knowledge is that you can pass it on. You can start off with attending the review and if you have a knack for it then you can apply for the tutoring position.” He offered, but you still weren’t sold. “It applies toward college credit.” He attempted to smooth over.

“What would I have to do?” You question.

“Well….. you would see and work with me often just to make sure you’re covering the right materials with the other students. There would be some after school meetings as well just to go over the information required for each segment.” He finished while casually moving closer to his desk. His hand brushed against your shoulder effortlessly and if you didn’t know any better you’d swear he did it on purpose. 

“I guess I could do that.” You agreed slowly and the smile that played on his face nearly made you blush. Is this what he looked like when he was pleased. 

“Good. You’ll start tomorrow and I do expect you to be on time.” He warned before moving towards the door as if to dismiss you. 

“I’m never late to class, so why would I be late to this?” You responded while gathering your book bag only for half of it to spill out onto the floor in front of you. You bent down to pick things up, but you were pleasantly surprised to find him helping you.

“I got it.” You urged but he refused to take heed. instead, his hand brushed against yours. You expected him to pull away so you didn’t move. 

His eyes leveled with yours and you smiled but he did not mirror your expression. Instead, his eyes traveled to your lips and then back to your hand. he still didn’t pull away from you. it was like he was frozen sitting there, kneeling to help you. Your hand came into contact with his wrist and he slid his fingers to the center of your hand. 

You were surprised to find his hand rising until it was firmly resting on the side of your cheek. The idea of him kissing you never crossed your mind, but the thought of wasting this moment nearly made you sick. Before you realized it, you had pushed your lips into his and crossed the line without meaning to. 

You wanted to slap yourself, to pull away and jump into a sea of barbed wire soaked in lemon juice. However, you were surprised to find him kissing you back. It didn’t take long for you to realize that this was your teacher you were kissing and there were too many negative consequences attached to people finding out about this. 

When you finally did pull away, you placed your hand over your mouth in utter disbelief of what had just happened. 

“It’s ok.” He soothed, but it was too late. You had already grabbed your bag, apologized and made your way passed him out of the door. 

[calamiitywrites]

Destination Mars Chapter 8 ::Farewell::

AUTHOR’S NOTE; Alright you guys the time has finally come ;; this is the complete and final chapter of Destination Mars. Thank you guys so much for riding this ride with me. I never expected this story to be read or looked at by anyone so the fact that it even came this far surprises me. Please let me know what you think. Send in your thoughts about it, opinions etc. My inbox is open!!! // @melaninlux / @i-haveto-returnsome-videotapes / @spnimpalaimagines / @blondiefrommars / @iraniq / @ember-grey / @myhusbandjared / @darthjokerisyourfather / @nikkitasevoli / @lylabell2013 / @pandaliciouz 

“Angela, please put down the log.” Jake pleaded while extended his arms on either side of himself in order to create a gesture that seemed nonthreatening to her.

“It’s supposed to be me, it’s supposed to be me…..it’s supposed to be…” Her voice was low as she stared into the fire that raged on the opposite end of the log in front of her. Her fingers tightened around the half of the log that she was holding to the point where I thought I saw blood, but I was completely unsure.

“Angela, you don’t want to hurt anyone…..I know you, it’s going to be ok.” He urged while taking a step toward her. She seemed to lower in aggression when he reached out to her, but by the time her eyes finally reached Jared and I standing a few feet away in the opposite direction she faltered. Her body inched towards Jake and she pushed the burning end of the long further into his direction as if to burn him, but he backed away.

“Angela…..what are you doing?” One of the other camp mates questioned while continuing to keep a safe distance from her.

“You just don’t get it. I worked so hard, I….did everything that I was supposed to do….he’s supposed to like me.” She said more so to herself than to anyone else. Her eyes fell on me again and the spark of rage behind them nearly made me shiver.

“What’s so special about you anyway!? You’re not even in the same class as us, you don’t belong here!” She yelled at me, but I could do nothing but stand there in awe of her. Angela had cracked. “You have no idea what it takes to be with him, he was supposed to be mine!” She yelled taking a step toward me. Naturally, when the fire blew closer in my direction, I moved backwards.

“Angela, stop it! Stop. You don’t have to do this…” Jake trailed off moving next to her and continuing to try and calm her down. “Luna doesn’t want to take Jared away from you; we’re all just friends here.” He nodded while looking over at the both of us as if begging us to go along with it.

“Yeah.” I agreed not knowing what else to say.

“Then why was he kissing her?” She questioned looking over at him.

A sigh slid through my lips and I looked away. So it wasn’t just my imagination, she was watching us that entire time.

“No one even knows her, she’s a liar! She didn’t pay to come here like everyone else, her dead friend did because she’s poor. She even takes medication for being nuts! She yelled while flashing the crowd around us a smile as if she were truly proud of herself. I wanted to hurt her, to bald my fist and pound her until there was nothing left but what was the point. The secret was out, the truth was a weapon and I was the casualty.

I took a step back as if her words themselves had grew hands and pushed me into my place and the sheer embarrassment of it all kept me speechless. However, my face wasn’t the worst; I believe it was Jake’s that held the most devastated expression due to the fact that he was the one who helped her come across that knowledge to begin with.

“That’s enough.” Jared’s voice spoke up and for a moment I had forgotten he was even standing there. The shocked look on his face when we first walked outside to see her breaking down was now replaced with a look of complete authority.

For the first time since this started, she actually looked at him, and everyone in the surrounding area stood on pins and needles in wait of what was going to happen next.

“Look at me. Put the log down before you hurt someone, Angela.” He stated in a tone that rivaled dominancy and what sounded like care. It was as if he genuinely cared about her well-being as he slowly approached her.

“You have no idea the things I have done for you, but you’re cuddling up with some psychotic nutso who doesn’t even belong here. You’re supposed to be with me.” She demanded.

“I am with you Angela, right now and so are the rest of the Echelon. You are a member of this camp and in being a part of this camp, it means you are a part of a family; we are all a family. We do NOT hurt one another and we do NOT talk about one another that way, not here. Look around you, Angela. Your family is here and we’re worried about you. You don’t want to hurt us…..do you?” He questioned while holding out his arms on either side of him as if he were waiting to embrace her.

Her eyes were frantic when they looked around the crowd and it was as if she were really contemplating on what her next move would be. It was a strange look that played on her face, but for some reason it set me on edge. Her features softened as if she understood him and her slow movement in his direction was nearly unbearable to watch.

Jake’s body moved over to me slowly, but truth be told I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, not after this.

“Are you ok?” He questioned while reaching out his hand for me.

“Get away from me.” I answered relatively calm which surprised me. I didn’t have to scream, I didn’t have to yell because my eyes had said enough to him. The power of my glare held so much hatred that I felt like it should physically burn him. To my surprise, he heeded and dropped his hands as if to show that he would back off.

Angela had dropped the log and fallen into the full embrace of Jared’s arms as if it were her only salvation. It was sad to watch especially considering how much she had changed since the first time I saw her. When I first met her she was a giant, untouched and flawless to the rest of the world. Now I looked at her and she was no bigger than an ant, delicate and shattered over her own obsession. How could she have fallen so far so fast?

He stayed there with her for a moment and the nervous camp members simply stared in shock. Small conversation resumed, and Shannon made his way over to them both as if to make sure she didn’t try anything that could possibly hurt Jared. She seemed to be calm, and when she pulled away from him Shannon offered his hand as if to take her inside. It would make sense, having a crowd full of people stare at her probably wasn’t the best bet. Personally, I wanted to disappear myself. As soon as night hit, I was headed to the bus station and then to the airport; I had, had enough of this place.

I had the urge to run to my tent, hide from the eyes that looked over at us because my secret was out and no matter how many times I pinched myself, this was one nightmare that was not going away. However, I was stuck when his eyes made contact with mine. They held a sea of concern, but the truth was, I was no longer interested in admiring Jared Leto. Not after this.

Before any of us realized it, Angela had looked up at Jared and when she looked over to see his eyes were on me she frowned. Her breathing increased and faster than anything else I had ever seen, she pulled away from them both and ran towards me. I expected her to punch me, hit me, or even kick me but her body smashed against mine and sent me tumbling to the ground like a comet from the sky. I felt the impact in my back when I collided with the ground and I heard Shannon’s voice as he yelled for her to stop and pulled her off of me. She was like a spinning top in his hands; uncontrollable. She had weaseled out of them and headed for me again only to be punched by Shae.

Angela’s body fell to the ground and it was safe to say she was not getting back up any time soon.

“What? Somebody had to do something.” Shae answered with a small shrug.

“Hey, hey, are you ok?” Jared’s voice was soft in my ear and his hands were coddling my neck as if trying to help me up.

“I’ve got it.” I answered pushing at him, only for him to pause. My vision was blurred and even though I blinked it just got worse.

“Luna?....” He questioned while looking down at the hand he once used to help me to see blood. “Luna….look at me…..Luna?” He questioned, but it was too late. I don’t remember what happened after that.

There was a strange beeping in my ear. It started out fuzzy but slowly turned into a dominating sound around me. What was it?

A tickling sensation at my nose caused me to blink my eyes and as a reflex I reached up to remove it, whatever it was, only to be stopped by a voice.

“No, no….leave it.” He spoke softly while pulling my hand away from my face. I recognized that voice didn’t I?

“What’s going on?” I questioned.

“You’re ok, you’re at the hospital.” He answered.

“What am I doing here?” I asked.

“When Angela pushed you down, you hit your head on a group of rocks. Doctor said it may be a small concussion, but you’re going to recover just fine.” He informed me and I opened my eyes enough to see he had walked to the opposite side of the room.

“You’re going to be ok, Emma.” He spoke again.

“What did you say?” I questioned.

“You lied to me…..again.” He smiled while folding his arms across his chest and moving over towards me slowly.

“Everyone lies at camp.”

“Not about this.” He countered. The arrow underneath his eyes were dark and he learned against the end of the hospital bed casually.

“How long have you been here, Jared?”

“About 12 hours.” He yawned.

“Why would you do that?”

“My camp, my responsibility.” He added. “It’s a shame really.” He continued.

“What’s that?”

“That I had to go through all this to learn your name.” He chuckled and I couldn’t help but join him.

“Where’s Angela?” I asked.

“Shannon’s making sure she’s meeting up with her parents so he can explain the situation. He’s making sure to inform them that if you want to press charges ….” He trailed off but I stopped him.

“I don’t.” I said simply. “She’s just a girl who lost her way, and I just want her to get help.” I admitted.

“That’s ….kind.” He smiled.

“Yeah well, I’ve had 12 hours to think about it apparently.” I countered attempting to sit up.

“Take it easy.” He suggested while moving closer as if to help me up.

“I’ve got it.” I answered.

“You said that last time.” He rose a brow.

“What about the other campers, are they scarred for life?” I questioned.

“No, surprisingly they all sent you cards.” He motioned to the table in the corner full of cards, candies and flowers.

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“Believe it or not, people understand anxiety and depression. Just because you have them doesn’t mean you’re insane or crazy, it just means you’re human. When Angela, misguidedly exploited that, they empathized with you. They want you to feel better and to know that you have a family.” He explained.

“That’s….really cool.” I smiled.

“I was worried about you.” He admitted.

“Were you?” I questioned, but he frowned as if to say ‘duh.’

“I wondered if I was ever going to be able to give you this back.” He answered pulling my bracelet from his pocket and holding it in the air.

“My bracelet!” I enthused only for him to sit next to me and hold it open.

“Princess…” He trailed off awaiting for me to put my hand through it.

“You’re so cheesy.” I responded.

“Can you just….” He looked down at it and returned his eyes to me. I rolled my eyes and slipped my wrist through it.

“Happy?” I questioned.

“No, but you are.” He answered.

“Ya know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a gentleman.”

“It’s part of my charm.” He answered while flicking one of the charms on my bracelet with his finger as if to make a joke.

“So….what now?” I questioned.

“Mmmm, well, Camp Mars is over.” He answered with a slight frown.

“That’s right.” I nodded.

“21 questions?” He asked.

“Sure. Me first.” I demanded.

“As you wish.” He bowed his head.

“Do you like me, Mr. Leto?” I questioned while raising my brows. His face lit up and his smile was contagious when he leaned towards me. 

“Do I like you?” he repeated through chuckles. “Check yes or no?” He joked only for me to frown.

“Answer the question.” I demanded.

“Yes Emma, I like you.” He smiled before glancing down for a glimmer of a second before returning his gaze to me. 

“You like me, you really like me.” I mused sarcastically only for him to roll his eyes at me. “Your turn.” I encouraged. 

“Mm....Can I keep you?” He asked, but I couldn’t take him seriously. The chuckle that rippled through my chest vibrated my lips and made him smile. 

“Keep me....what do you mean?” I questioned. 

“Well you said it, Camp Mars is over right?” He questioned. 

“Yeah.” I answered.

“So......why do you need to go back to Texas at all? Why not stay here, work for me?” He questioned. 

“Work for you?” I chuckled. “I don’t think I would fit in with your work crew.....trust me.” I warned. He sat back in his chair and looked at me carefully. 

“What do you have to go back to?” His question was genuine and for a moment I actually thought about it. “When I first met you, you had this look in your eye. It’s honestly what made me come to you in the first place. It was almost like you were looking for something; maybe a fresh start, a new beginning, either way I wanted to give it to you.” He answered.

“I.....I don’t know what to say.” I answered truthfully. 

“Well.....do you wanna cross the line? Camp’s over so we’ve already run out of time here.” He informed, but the decision was obvious. 

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Pray You Catch Me ;; *TEASER*

Author’s Note; So I have had this idea for a while now but didn’t know what to do with it. I don’t normally write anything out of the ordinary or supernatural so this is a first for me. I hope you guys like it and I hope all my sci-fi fantasy lovers can give me some feed back as well. Let me know. remember no messages = no chapters. Your feedback is important. 

WARNING; THIS STORY CONTAINS SUPERNATURAL ELEMENTS AS WELL AS MYTHOLOGICAL CONTEXT. PURE FANTASY. 

My memories started to come back to me in my dreams and slowly my soul started yearning for his. I believe humans called it a “soul mate” .... 

“I can’t lose you again.” he whispered and like a moth to a flame I was drawn to his words. They were so familiar yet so unknown to me, but the idea of someone being so desperate to lose me nearly intoxicated me. 

“But you have to.” I spoke logically only to have his face reflect a look of absolute despair. 

“I’ve waited.....more than 300 hundred years to touch you again.” He mused while running his fingers up the side of my face delicately. My eyes closed in an attempt to commit the touch to memory because I knew it would be gone soon. 

“What’s a few more 100?” I teased, but his smile was not amused like mine. Instead, it was forced and held a somber touch of loss as if he had seen someone he loved die. Before I could do anything, I was pulled away from him and thrown into now. 

The truth was, we had been casted down several times already throughout the past 400 years and this was the first time our souls had reunited in all that time. Always different eras, always different lifestyles, but always the same bodies, never having any memory of our previous selves. It was only when we died that we learned of our nature. When humans said history repeated itself, they had no idea how right they were. However, what they didn’t know was that most of them were not human at all. Some of us, took the challenge of combining with the human race in order to keep an eye on them and their safety. 

The world was not all black and white nor was it just humans and animals. There was always a thin veil surrounding them all, the other side of the looking glass that held some of the most terrifying creatures that you could ever know. They worked hard in trying to split the veil and tempt the human race; they inspired hatred, encouraged lust, put forth damnation and all in the sake of “fun.” I know this, because I was once an inhabitant of that world. I killed, I sacrificed, I tempted, and I ravaged as many humans as I could until they reestablished me with my soul. a soul that I thought was lost more than a thousand years ago. I made a deal to fight for them instead without knowing that I was. You see, the price of becoming human for a creature like me is to be stripped of all memory and powerless. Even my abilities are suppressed until I come into contact with the veil, but if I never do then i’m graced with living the life of a human which isn’t so bad. Ignorance truly is bliss.......at least until my soul’s contract started to crack and a vital piece of my past began to haunt me. 

Time passed slowly when his sunglasses slid into my direction, but when he slowly removed them and his eyes connected with mine in the small coffee shop it was as if something glitched. There was a strange hint of fear in his eyes that I couldn’t explain. I recognized him some how, but how? 

His eyes scanned me in a way that made me uncomfortable, but the ocean blueness of them made me feel as though I was at home. They slid down every piece of me as if drinking me in on a sunny day. He reminded me of the man in my dreams, but that couldn’t be possible because dreams weren’t real. 

As a reflex, I gathered my things and headed for the door, but he stopped me gingerly. 

“It’s you...” He said simply, but when I furrowed my eyebrows in obvious confusion his expression changed. 

“I’m sorry.....you forgot your coffee.” he suggested while pointing to the table. 

“Oh, I um....I was actually done with it but thanks....Mister?” I questioned and he chuckled.

“Jared....Jared Leto” He offered his hand.  

“Elizabeth.” 

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Jared Leto x Reader - Just Friends

AUTHOR’S NOTE; I didn’t know how much fluff you wanted or if you wanted them to be a couple or friends? I also didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so I just added a little bit because it fit into the story that was going on in my head. I didn’t want to add a lot and you be like “umm I didn’t ask for that.” I hope this was to your liking and I hope it’s ok. 

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND SMUT. 

"Bottoms up, Bottoms up, UP! Hey what’s in ya cup. Got a couple bottles! but a couple ain’t enough.” You sang loudly over the stereo while pouring your next glass of alcohol into one of your favorite cups. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t already slightly tipsy, but you hadn’t drank enough to drown out the misery just yet. 

2 years you had been in a relationship with the same man, 2 years you had been faithful to him and 2 years you had sacrificed for him only to have him cheat on you in the end. 

The trivial task of tidying up your apartment was the only barrier you had against your looming emotions of grief, but ever so slowly you began to notice that even cleaning wasn’t going to block out the pain much longer. So you decided to introduce a little anarchy to the mix by adding alcohol which seemed to do the trick just fine, but being tipsy wasn’t enough. You needed more. 

Distant feelings of unease plagued your chest and you could feel the tears stringing at the brim of your eyelids, but you refused to fall apart. Your now ex-boyfriend was not worth the tears or the heart ache, but you couldn’t figure out what you hated worse; the break up or the fact that you felt like your time wasted. For 2 years you were the dutiful girlfriend only to have him cheat on you with someone who wasn’t even half of what you were. Son of a bitch. 

You laughed to yourself in an attempt to counteract the pain, but slowly you started to see the humor in it all. What were you really losing? The sex was terrible because he never truly got you off, he was selfish, his job was pathetic and his idea of romance was a night at Hobby Lobby picking out things for the apartment. It was your own fault for dating someone the same age as you without the same maturity level. What was it about this generation of people? Your grandfather used to write your grandmother love notes that when compiled together were longer than a college thesis, but all they can offer you now are dick pics and dirty talk that wasn’t even really dirty. Pathetic. Then they wonder why 20 something year olds end up with 30 and 40 year olds; to avoid the drama and bullshit. 

The distant sound of buzzing caught your ear and you froze. A part of you wanted to answer it considering it could be a friend, but the idea that it could be your ex just made you want to stuff the phone into the trash can. However, he wouldn’t be bold enough to call you after the way the both of you ended things, another thing you hated about him was that he was a coward.

Your fingers grazed the screen of your phone with curiosity and you were pleased to find that it was your long term friend, Jared Leto. Your friendship originally began more than 4 years ago when you first moved to California and started working at “The Lab” under him. All the late nights, lack of sleep, and pure torture that you put yourself to make sure you were on top of everything usually paid off when you ran into him at least 4 times a week after midnight. You guys usually ended up having in depth conversations about the universe and how to creatively influence the masses when it came to entertainment. Soon, the midnight conversations at the lab turned into random texts throughout the day and then into casual days and nights of hanging out after you eventually stopped working at the lab. You were now spending most of your time at your new job as a writer for a local magazine.

Although he was attractive and influential, you two never crossed the boundaries of friendship due to the fact that you were in a relationship, he was your boss at the time, and you just didn’t view him that way. You were quite certain he saw you as nothing but a friend as well, but you never felt the need to ask. 

“Hello.” You answered attempting to sound as casual as possible, but you were sure he already knew. 

“Hey-Oh.” He answered overly enthused. 

“Hey J, I’m kinda....busy. Everything good?” You answered in an attempt to get him off the phone. Although you knew his objective was to make you feel better, you still didn’t feel quite up to faking an ok attitude for anyone. 

“Well that sucks because i’m outside your door.” He stated simply.

“No.” You urged.

“Oh yeah.” He huffed out and began to knock. 

“What are you doing here?” You question while sliding up against your apartment door and peeking out the peep hole. To your utter dismay, he was standing there with alcohol and ice cream. 

“Bearing gifts.” He answered while adjusting his tone as if he were bargaining with you. 

“J, I’m not...” You began but he interrupted you. 

“Thirsty? Well that’s ok because I have ice cream. Open up.” He requested while allowing his bottom lip to poke out as if begging. How could you say no to that face?

You fingers gently pushed against your apartment’s door and slowly it opened to reveal a smiling Jared with “gifts.” He walked passed you as if you weren’t even there at first and rested the things he brought on your small, round dinning room table. 

“You got started without me.” He spoke while raising a brow towards the half empty bottle of alcohol on the living room table. You felt a small inch of shame take over the forefront of your mind as you closed and locked the front door. 

“Yeah well..” You started, but found yourself without a snarky remark to give him. You were still consumed in your own self pity to really feel like yourself. 

“So....” He trailed off, slipping off his shoes, and flopping onto your couch. “What happened?” he continued while officially opening up the alcohol he had brought inside. His voice changed ever so slightly and became high pitched like that of a woman’s. You couldn’t stop the half hearted smile that took over you and your small walk over to the couch near him was comforting. Truth be told, his voice reminded you of Rayon’s at that moment, and slowly you started to forget that he was even a guy. He some how always managed to slip into a best friend role so easily when you found yourself going through something detrimentally difficult.

You spent most of the hour drinking and revealing the true story behind everything. How you had read a message on your ex’s phone that lead to you ultimately following him and finding him in the act with this other woman. Your emotions ranged from being pissed off about the betrayal to being utterly hurt by the fact that he would cheat on you as if it were nothing. Eventually after more drinks than you could count you found yourself laughing back and forwards about how pathetic your ex-boyfriend truly was. 

“Didn’t you say he was a crappy gift giver who never remembered your anniversaries anyway?” He questioned while raising a brow in disbelief. 

“Uh, yeah. He sucked at legit everything....except the actual sucking part.” You laughed before glancing over at him. 

“What do you mean?” He questioned while furrowing his eyebrows. 

“I mean like....he was bad at ...you know?” You questioned rolling your eyes in remembrance of it all. 

“Oh shit.” He said simply before taking another sip of his drink. 

“Seriously, it was really bad. I’m not a pro but Jesus, I always pictured it’d be better than that.” You sighed. 

“Something about it had to be good if you kept going back.” He countered and for a moment you felt like he was defending him. 

“I just kept thinking, one of these days he’ll get it right, and i’ll finally...you know..” You trailed off. 

“Finally what?” He questioned. 

“You know...Like...finish..?” You answered, and to your surprise you looked up to find him staring at you. 

“You mean orgasm? You can say it you know, it’s not a dirty word.” He stated in an as a matter a fact tone. You rolled your eyes and shrugged. 

“If you knew what I meant, why make fun of me about it?” You questioned only to have him laugh. He took another sip of his drink before wrinkling his eye brows again and turning to look at you.

“Wait....have you never orgasmed before?” 

“Well, no. Have you?” You asked.

“Umm, yes.” He chuckled out before shifting his body slightly to turn in your direction.  “Are you serious right now?” He asked again. 

“About what?” 

“Have you for real never orgasmed before?” He asked. “All bullshit aside.” He urged.

“No J, i’ve never orgasmed before. What is this, a confessional?” You questioned officially fed up with this conversation. His head inched back slightly as if not believing your words. 

“Not even with your boyfriends before?” He asked.

“What is this, an interview?” 

“Can you just answer the question.” He demanded.

“No, not even with my boyfriend’s before. I just....can’t do it. Another thing wrong with me I guess.” your shrugged taking another drink. His fingers rested on the base of your glass to stop you from getting another and you turned to him confused. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” His voice changed this time and it was much lower than before as if he were a father talking to his child. “What usually happens when you try?” 

“Umm, I don’t know, nothing? Most of my boyfriends just....finish and then it’s done.” You shrugged.

“So it’s not that you can’t, it’s that they just didn’t care to help you with it.” He stated as if discovering something interesting.

“Yeah. I didn’t matter enough. Shocker there.” You giggled, but it was light hearted. 

“Have you tried by yourself?” He questioned and you found your head turning in his direction with irritation. It came out so casual as if he were a doctor and this conversation was normal. Perhaps he had, had too much to drink. 

“Are you asking me if I masturbate J? Really?” Your eyes narrowed at him. 

“Yes.” He countered as if he were surprised that I was so objective to the conversation. 

“No, I don’t.” You state simply. “Do you?” You question. His eyes fell from your and his lips displayed a small smile. His entire expression read obviously, but he didn’t answer. You found yourself laughing at it all, and he mirrored this laugh. 

“I don’t know, I looked it up. When in doubt, google. Turns out it’s a real condition that people have where the big O is not something their body can actually do. It’s like antelope-gasm or some shit.” You flustered out only to have him laugh to tears next to you.

“Anorgasmia. It’s called anorgasmia.” He laughed again. “So you’ve never been to the doctor about it?” He asked.

“I get my yearly checkup. They say i’m totally normal down there, so I don’t know. I guess I just have to have bomb good good like Black Chyna or Beyonce to keep a man.” You shrug. 

“Jay Z cheated on Beyonce remember? So that’s technically not true. Show me a beautiful woman and i’ll show you a man that’s tired of fucking her. It’s not all about sexual appetite or appearances, it’s about the in depth spark of a person. Partners are supposed to care about one another enough to have the passion to be patient in finding what ultimately satisfies them, sexually and non-sexually. For you, maybe general vanilla sex just isn’t for you, maybe you like foreplay, maybe you like something slower than the general pounding of flesh and for some reason your lovers didn’t care enough to figure that out. When i’m with a woman that I care for and am pursuing sexual relations with, I don’t just want to fuck them, I want something so much more than that. I want to study them, to learn them, and to commit them to memory. I want to know everything that makes them tick and drives them to their edge. I want to learn everything I can about making them fall apart beneath me, or beside me, or on top of me because that’s my pleasure. Fucking is about power, but sex is about education. I have a keen need for exploration so just shoving myself in a girl and getting off isn’t fun for me. If I just wanted to get off, I would take care of it myself, I know what I like. But I want to learn what she likes. Your boyfriends just lacked imagination.” He stated. His fingers grazed the side of your face gently before he spoke again. “There is nothing, wrong with you.” 

His lips came into contact with your own and the grip on the side of your face became more detrimental as if he had been wanting to do this for a long time. Your body moved closer to his for a glimmer of a second before you stopped yourself

“What are you doing J?” 

“What’s it feel like?” He countered.

“You’ve had a lot to drink, you shouldn’t do this.” You urged, but he shook his head.

“No, you’ve had a lot to drink, i’m completely sober.” He answered. 

“I’m not drunk. I am under the influence but I am not drunk.” You stated sternly only to have him smile in response. 

“Then kiss me, all by yourself.” He urged. 

“J.” You countered. 

“I’m your friend and I’m willing to be your experiment. If you really can’t cum, then let’s find out.”  He smiled and although he said it in a joking manner, his tone was serious. 

“I can’t do that.” You stated.

“I’m not going to do anything for you, you have to make this decision on your own. If you really want to find out, kiss me. If not then we’ll just spend our lives not knowing.” He instructed. 

“.....Close your eyes.” You demanded. His eyebrows furrowed before he eventually surrendered to the task, and you sighed. It wasn’t like he wasn’t attractive and you truly did trust him, so why was this so hard? Your eyes studied him slowly and traveled down the front of his neck. His v-neck black shirt sat against his frame elegantly while the cross necklace around his neck sat in complete contrast to his skin. You couldn’t feel it but the slight inching of your body towards his landed your lips directly on top of his. Why think about it anymore? 

His fingers slipped to the base of your neck pulling you closer and you found yourself enjoying his fingers there. They were hesitant at first as if he were surprised that you actually went through with it, but his dominancy did not remain at bay as he tightened his fingers slightly. They slowly traveled down the front of your shirt and tugged at the rim of your collar exposing delicate pieces of your bra. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his fingers around your left breast while the other hand kept you close to his frame, constricting your movements and keeping you where he wanted you. 

You couldn’t stop the moan that slid through your lips and the sound of a growl resonating through his just made you even more excited. His body weight shifted against yours, pushing you backwards onto the bases of your elbows. He leaned over you and rested each hand on either side of your face and finally his lips left yours. Even though he stopped kissing you he still kept his face only an inch away from yours.

“Are you wet?” he questioned. You ran your hands down the front of your shirt and around your throat absently.

“No, I...I don’t think I wasted anything or ...” He chuckled at your words. 

“I meant down here.” He soothed while running his fingers up your thy. Your eyebrows lifted in shock of your own ignorance and you couldn’t help but giggle in response. 

“I think so.” You said simply only to have him look down through the small space in between you.

“Let’s find out.” He urged while sliding his hand down the front of your frame and landing at the rim of your panties. His fingers moved slowly through the fabric of your clothes and rubbed against your inner core delicately resulting in a gasp from your lips. You had felt this feeling before, but never as intense as it was now. He looked you in the eyes as he touched you like he was studying your expressions carefully and the sensation of it set your body on fire. 

You felt your body inch up in his direction in an effort to contain the arousal that resonated between your legs. His thumb moved over your clit slowly at first until he fashioned himself a rhythm of circular motions that caused you to bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning into his ear. 

“Yeah, you’re really wet.” He nodded continuing to play symphony between your legs. You couldn’t stop the cascade of moans that left your lips or the irresistible feeling you got from watching him bite his lip above you and watch. He moved closer to your face, studying you more before moaning himself. You tilted your head back when you felt your eyes water and you heard him growl again.

“Look at me.” He urged and you slowly opened your eyes again to level with his. They were intense, and smoldering as they drank in every expression and sound you made. You couldn’t understand what made it so intimate and intoxicating but drove you over the edge. 

“Ahhh, there it is.” He nodded moving his fingers faster now and forcing your legs wider with the tip of his knee. The intensity behind it made you want to close your legs to him but he kept them open. “Don’t hold back, give it to me.” he demanded in the low voice from before. You were overwhelmed by the growing sensation in the pit of your stomach and without warning it burst leaving you in a pool of ecstasy. In your fit you didn’t notice that you had dug your fingers into the skin on his arms. 

“It’s a miracle, you came.” He joked while pulling his wet fingers up to his lips. He licked them slowly before returning his eyes to you. “So sweet.” He answered. You felt yourself blush at the idea of it and he smiled.

“Did he ever taste you?” He questioned and you shook your head. 

“He didn’t like that.” You answered. 

“Can I? we’ve proven you can cum once, want to try again?” He questioned. 

“Again?” You questioned.

“I like the way you cum.” He admitted.

“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck me.” You chuckled.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” you spoke only to have him laugh again. His fingers slipped into yours and guided them down to the center of his jeans. 

“Does it feel like you’re making me do something I don’t want to?” he asked, finally resting your hands on his erection. You finally shook your head. 

“So what do you want?” He questioned glancing down at you, and you sat there pondering if you could push your friendship with him any more passed the edge. 

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Muscle Memory - JokerxReader Imagine.

AUTHOR’S NOTE; Thank you for the request lovely! I don’t feel like i’ve done enough Joker lately and for good reason, because I suck haha. I didn’t really know where to go with this and I really hope it doesn’t suck too bad. Hope it was what you were kind of looking for, so let’s see how this goes!

WARNING: Smut and mature language ahead. 

It had been 4 months since you lost your virginity to Mr. J and day by day you found yourself trying to forget it had ever happened in the first place. The Joker was not only your boss, but he was also one of the most infamous criminals in Gotham city, losing your virginity to him was not a bold move, it was just plain stupid. 

How long had you even known him, a year maybe? The only forms of interaction you guys ever had usually involved him requesting you for some form of a delivery that included merchandise, guns, drugs, etc because that’s what your job was. Pretty faces were always recruited for one of 3 things; to waitress, to strip or to deliver depending on their skill set. Considering you didn’t give a damn about customer service; you simply knew waiting tables wasn’t going to work. On top of that, you couldn’t dance to save your life so delivering was your only option at the time. 

Over the course of these past few months you’ve found yourself literally doing everything in your power to avoid Mr. J. This meant stirring clear of every place you knew he’d be, delivering all your drop off reports, files and cash to his right hand man Frost and ultimately working through a middle man to handle any business you had between the two of you. Everything seemed to run smoothly until your phone nearly fell off the night stand from its constant ringing. Without much thought, you reached over and answered. 

“Yeah.” you spoke sternly, obviously annoyed from being woken up.

“2:45. Be here. I got somethin’ I need ya t’take care of.” He reported not leaving much room for you to argue. You instantly recognized it as the voice of Mr. J, but before you could so much as sigh in response, he hung up. You couldn’t disobey him because that could just as easily get you killed or punished; which with Mr. J, one would argue that they meant the same thing. However, you had been on the other end of his torturous punishments before on account of your uncontrollable eye rolls and slight mumbling whenever he said something out of line. The last thing you wanted was to experience that pain again. 

The current time was 2:30AM. It would take you a few moments, but you were quite certain that you could get there in no time considering the roads would be nearly deserted at this time of night. As you drove, you couldn't figure out what irritated you more; the fact that you’d been bothered at 2AM or that he’d called you personally for a job without actually telling you what it was. 

Deep scrapes of unease slid through your abdomen as you made your way up the stairs to his penthouse. A sigh erupted from your lips as you peered around the halls hoping to see Frost, but when you came up empty handed you frowned. That was disappointing. Your hand rested on the door knob for a few moments as you attempted to gather yourself while the silence on the other side set you on edge. 

Drawing in a deep breath, you push the door openly slowly and began glancing around the dimly lit room only to find Mr. J sitting comfortably next to the large window that took up most of the wall of his penthouse. He gazed out of it as if seeing something that wasn’t there and you had half a mind to wonder what was going on in his mind. Such a dangerous place it was. 

“Mr. J, Ya said ya needed me; ya got the package?” You questioned casually while standing impatiently in the doorway. 

“Close the door.” He stated not even bothering to turn around and look at you. You were uncomfortable already, and you felt yourself hesitate in the door frame at his request. He finally turned to you this time. 

“Close i-i-i-t.” He stated, lingering on the “i” as if he were cooing a child. You couldn’t stop yourself from obeying and the intimidating impulse behind his eyes forced you to look away as you closed the door behind you. You glanced into the distance on the other side of it, as if looking for an out, but you knew full well that there was none. 

“So, where’s this one headed?” You questioned turning your body full circle to close the door behind you. It was hard to look him in the face, especially after having it so close to yours in the past. Why were you thinking about this? Tonight’s call was strictly business and should remain as such.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention and you turn around to find him standing closer to you now, but still a comfortably safe distance away. How was it that even though he was still on the opposite side of the room, you didn’t feel safe?

After a few moments of him staring at you, you shift your weight slightly and roll your eyes. 

“There is no package, is there?” You assume. 

“How long did ya think ya could keep it up huh?” His voice questioned, but it hit the atmosphere with a rhetorical undertone. 

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You try to rationalize, but you should’ve known that rational thinking and Mr. J never mixed. His facial features contorted into a look that resembled displeasure as he slipped his hands into his front pockets.

“You don’t mmmmm?” He questioned. You had done well to convince yourself that, that night never happened, not because you didn’t enjoy yourself, but because a part of you saw it as a heinous act. He was your boss and more than anything your virginity was the only precious thing about you. Now, it was gone and worse, you’d manage to give it to the last person you wanted to touch you; Mr. J. You couldn’t fully erase it; the way he touched you, the way he called you princess, the way he growled in your ear, the way he took his time, the way he kept his hands firmly on your skin; it was unforgettable, but you still tried. 

“No, Mr. J. I don’t.” You nearly pleaded hoping he could see the hidden message behind your eyes. Let it go. 

“So, it’s Mr. J, now?” He asked with a look that mocked confusion. 

“I’ve always called you Mr J, Mr. J.” You furrowed your eye brows. 

“That’s funny, it was please daddy the last time I saw ya.” He stated as his voice changed as a mockery of your own. You feel your eyebrow raise without warning and the heat from your cheeks was released in a sign. Perhaps you’d called him daddy once or twice during the entire ordeal, but it was what he’d apparently liked. To bring it up now as a joke to embarrass you was a low blow .

“You don’t remember?” he asked moving an inch closer. A hand absently finds its way to your hair, pushing a few strands behind your ear. 

“Ya got something for me t’deliver Mr. J?” You question in an attempt to avoid him all together and the annoyance in your voice was evident. He growled. He didn’t speak this time. Instead, he continued to stare at you and the more uncomfortable you got the more intense the stares felt. 

“Ya think ya can avoid me and I not notice?” He moves closer again. 

“I told you, I’m not.” You lie. He tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes. If there was one thing he didn’t tolerate, it was lying. 

“Stupid, isn’t a good look on ya doll.” He antagonized. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Don’t call me that.” You never liked that nickname and no one ever called you it. it implied beauty, frailty and innocence; three things that you were indefinitely not. You were a killer if need be, a hired gun if need be, a delivery girl if need be, a doll; not even in the slightest. 

“Mmmm well which do you prefer? Sweetie, baby, pumpkin pie, princess?” He questioned and you couldn’t stop the slight glance to the side as your insides clenched at the idea of the last one. Muscle memory would never allow you to forget the way he made your body feel when he called you that the last time you two interacted. You eyes snapped back to his as you attempted that the current moment didn’t happen. 

“Ohhhhh, I like the response to that one.” He cooed taking another step in your direction. You should have known you couldn’t do anything without him noticing it considering his eyes never left your skin, but what did he expect you to do?

“I can’t....do this.” You responded using your fore finger and your thumb to softly grip the bridge of your nose. There was no right answer or response; only a never ending taunt fueled by his vulgar nature.

“Ohhh, what have I taught cha’ about that word?” His voice was low this time as if to put forth an emphasis on his stature over you. His pause was agonizingly slow as he stared at you, waiting for a reply. Your eyebrows furrow in response to his question and you find yourself taking an instinctive step back wards towards the closed door. That word was always off limits and the mere memory of what he did to you the last time you used it was enough to make you recoil from him. 

“Should I repeat the lesson?” He questioned and your instant rush of panic caused you to look away from him. Your eyes scanned the room for an emergency out just incase this got messy, but you knew currently there were only 2 ways out of this room with him. One was the closed door behind you and the other was the large window that acted as a wall for his penthouse’s living room. Considering he was the top floor, the window wasn’t an option. 

“Please don’t.” You urged allowing your eyes to shut for a brief moment as if trying to destroy the images of his previous lesson from your mind. You still had the scars, the bruises, the scraps and now every time he reminded you of it; you still managed to feel the pain as well. Muscle memory. 

“Don’t what?” He questioned placing his index finger behind his ear as if he didn’t hear your plea. 

“Please don’t punish me.” You answered and his smile widened. Such a sadist. 

“That’s a good girl.” his voice broke as he enthused and if you didn’t know him well you’d think he was overwhelmingly pleased. You rolled your eyes and he growled while taking another step toward you.

“Stop.” you demanded, but there was a slight waver in your voice and it hits the atmosphere like a plea. He smiles. 

“I’m am not going to do anything.” he stated simply before pulling his arms up on either side of him as if to show he was harmless, but you knew better. If he wasn’t up to anything then why were you here, and why did you feel anything but safe? Your confusion must have been clear on your face because he finally spoke. 

“I just need ya to do something for me....” he suggested, lingering on the last word and taking another step towards you. He was inches away from you now, and you some how felt relieved because perhaps this was a business thing. You felt yourself perk back to life believing the nonsense before was finally over until he spoke again. 

“Cum for me.” He spoke in a low tone while focusing his eyes in on your lips. 

Your eyebrows wrinkle before your facial features nearly crumble like pastries in front of him. His eyes didn’t meet yours, but they stayed intent on watching your lips as if there was something to be desired there. 

“Cum for me, Princess.” He repeated, this time adding the nickname that was now etched into your mind. You could feel yourself beginning to fall apart at the seams, but you still attempted to keep your outer form composed. You refused to be affected by him or his taunts, but you couldn’t stop the feeling of your thighs tightening in response to the growing discomfort in your lower abdomen. 

“That’s.....not gonna do anything.” You speak with uncertainty. He smiles again before closed up the rest of the space between the two of you. His left hand reached up slowly to rest firmly against the wall beside your face while his other lightly nipped at the front of your shirt. Your back against the door and his hands boxing you in made you uncomfortable, but you only shifted your weight and looked away from him. It was as if his eyes had fingers and they slowly slid from the base of your body back up to your eyes. 

“Look at me.” He demanded shifting his leg slightly so that he was comfortable close to you now. His angle was strategic for he was close enough to keep you boxed in, but far enough to see your entire body in one glance. You wouldn’t indulge him, instead, you took an unsteady breath through your lips. 

“Look at me.” he requested again except more stern this time. You couldn’t resist the involuntary movement of your eyes focusing in on his, and the intensity behind them made you feel as though you were a child under scrutiny. You could feel yourself losing this battle for you had a desire for him that you couldn’t control and this fact gave him power over you. The idea and thought of being under someone else’s control nearly made you ill, but you couldn’t stop the reaction you surrendered to him as he looked at you. It was as if there was a click in his head as his eyes dropped from yours and grazed over your frame once more. What was he seeing?

“How long had ya been keeping your little secret? All that killing, all that rage, but you’ve never been touched. What do they call that......irony?” He questioned glancing off to the side as if trying to think of the right word. You didn’t find his false sense of humor funny, and you attempted to push off the wall and move away from him only to have his hand push you back gently.

“Are you done? You think you know me because I make a few delivers for you? Because I answer your phone calls when you need business handled? You don’t know a thing....about me.” You could feel your rage bubbling over faster than you could catch it. You were a complicated person, this you could admit, but to have him stand before you as if you were an open book to him set your nerves on edge. 

“Careful. - I fucked you.” He answered simply while allowing a noise from the based of his throat to slip through his lips before moving slightly closer to you. His face remained relatively straight as he spoke. “The way you hesitated when I touched you. Your little looks of confusion when I made you feel things you’ve never felt before. The fear on your face when I made you cum. Had you ever cum before?” His question was taunting but there was a hint of genuine curiosity behind it all. He legitimately wanted an answer. 

“Please, stop.” You pleaded when you realized where this was going. 

“No, no, no Princess, that’s not one of the answer choices. Yes.....no?”  He questioned lingering on the words as if attempting to answer for you. His fingers shook from left to right in front of your lips as if he didn’t want to hear anything else from you, but his eyes once again zeroed in there as if waiting expectantly for your answer. 

“No.” You answered honestly feeling yourself giving up. He found solace in your surrender and the small smile on his face assured you of this.

“No....?” He questioned. 

“No sir.” You corrected, and his smile widened as he nodded. 

“Theeeeeere she is.” he mused before moving his upper half closer to yours before making small patterns into your shirt’s fabric with his free hand. 

“Do you still wanna to leave?” He questioned poking out his bottom lip. You nodded only to have him nodded in return as if mirroring your action. 

“Then do what I asked, and you can go.” He assured. You wrinkled your eyebrows as you looked at him. What did he want?

“Be a good girl. Cum for Daddy.” He requested slipping his free hand down the front of your pants and into the delicate confines of your underwear. You moved in protest only to have his fingers slide against the folds of your private area. You weren’t prepared for the sudden invasion or the distinct feeling of pleasure resonating at the base of your abdomen. 

“Don’t you want my help? .....You want this?” He questioned pushing harder against your skin. You couldn’t answer, you could only think back to the previous time he had his fingers at the base of your sensitivity and you surrendered. He would have you again if you kept this up, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You weren’t his, but in this moment, you were. 

[calamiitywrites]

Destination Mars Chapter 3 ::21 Questions::

AUTHOR’S NOTE; Alright you guys, this chapter was actually supposed to be out last weekend but since it wasn’t I decided to give you more. Brace yourself, it’s long.  ^-^ Thanks again to everyone who’s been sending me messages about the fic. Remember messages = chapters. //@iraniq / @bitch-its-bigbang / @sanellv / 

Jake’s features reflected annoyance as he looked from her frame to mine and a shrug rippled through him. A deep sense of concern decorated the sides of his eyes and I had half a mind to question him on it, but I was more preoccupied with the setting sun and the fact that I hadn’t put up my tent yet. His frame reached for my small box of things and he began removing its contents one by one. 

“I wouldn’t too much worry about it.” He said simply pulling out remnants of my tent along with a few personal items. His fingers rested on a small, hardback, decorated book that was purposely put at the bottom of the box. 

“You journal?” He questioned and the curiosity behind his voice seemed more intrusive than inviting. Before I could stop myself, I felt my hand reach for it in an attempt to contain my anxiety at the fact that he even knew it existed. He jerked it back to keep it from me and fixed his eyes on me. 

“Please give it back.” I nearly demanded as friendly as I could, but truth be told I had to resist the urge to scream. It was a precious item and the idea of it being in anyone else’s hands bothered me more than anything else. Even more so, I was perfectly certain that I put it on top of a shirt that hid my anxiety medications. The last thing I needed was someone seeing them and assuming I was some kind of loon. 

“What is it?” He questioned and I took a breath to steady myself. 

“It’s my guide.” I said simply while holding out my hand to have it back. He obliged without question and I felt a smile grace my features. I mumbled a thank you while placing it back into the box and focusing my attention on the tent. 

“So, ya gonna help me get this together or what Captain?” I questioned. His eyes moved from mines onto the contraption that sat before us both. We certainly had our work cut out for us, but truthfully I found myself more satisfied with the fact that I wouldn’t have to try and put the thing together on my own because I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it. I was surprised to see him immediately begin working on it and my arms folded across my chest as I watched him. 

“Are you enjoying the view?” He chuckled mid project after nearly almost completing the entire thing on his own. I shrugged with a half smile as he stood it up flawlessly. 

“Hey, I’m just making sure you live up to the indestructible reputation of a Camp Mars counselor. Aren’t you guys supposed to be like secret super heroes?” I joked while narrowing my eyes at him. He paused for a moment before shrugging lightly and stepping back from the fixed up tent as if appraising it. 

“Who said anything about secret, I keep the S as visible as possible.” He carried on not even bothering to look up at me. His mind seemed to be else where at the moment, but he finally smiled confidently and focused his eyes on me. 

“It looks good. So to get in and out without any issues, I just gotta zip and unzip?” I questioned and his eyes slid up my frame as if with disbelief. 

“I’m kidding, I know how to get in and out Jake, what’s up with you?” I questioned and he smiled. 

“Nothing….Just, if anyone gives you problems you know that you can tell a counselor right?” He asked. 

“I can take care of myself, but sure.” I trailed off slightly annoyed. I was a big girl and I didn’t need some counselor babying me through a situation. This had to have been about the darling starlet Angela. Did he actually believe that I would let her get to me? It was obvious that she had been through nothing in life and that made her nothing but a little girl lost in a world of adults. He seemed unpleased but satisfied with my answer before looking over his shoulder. I pushed my hand repeatedly in his direction as if shooing him off and smiled.

“Someone else needs you, I got this. I’ll catch up to you later k?” I assured and before I could look up, he was already gone. There was a strange dissatisfaction in the back of my mind at his absence because he was really the only friend I had made so far. I knew the right thing to do was to make friends and fully indulge in the experience of Camp Mars, but I simply couldn’t. I had a purpose that I swore to full fill, and I couldn’t get distracted just yet. 

The small charm bracelet on my wrist chimed softly as I pulled open the entrance of the tent and glanced inside. I couldn’t lie, it was far more spacious than I expected it to be for as cheap as it was, but with Julie paying for it, I should have known. She was an only child to a mother who was fairly wealthy, and it still shocked me that we some how became friends. 

I scoffed softly as I realized I was thinking about her more than I could currently handle and to keep myself from falling a part I dug into the bottom of the box to find an anxiety pill to ease my nerves. I was suddenly grateful to myself for bringing them, but just as they were revealed, they were put away just as quickly. 

The sun began to fade quickly and I found myself growing more and more excited about it because around that time was when everyone would retreat to their tents. Their retreat ensured me free reign over getting back to my original task; project sneak out. Most of the camp members I saw moved quickly into their tents while others headed towards a slightly small building that was clearly more inviting than a tent. I’m sure that’s where snooty little Angela would be since she certainly had the cash for it.

The best thing about orientation night was that there weren’t really any activities set up yet because everyone was too busy preparing for arrival times, setting up boundaries issuing maps and setting up shelters for the fast approaching night. All I had to do now was wait. 

Julie’s journal became my salvation to pass time as I heard the voices outside slowly dissipate into nothing. Julie had always been a way more organized person than me, and before she passed, she mapped out everything and every place in Camp Mars that she wanted to experience with me. It was currently my guide here. Night one was reserved for what Julie called Cliff’s Edge; a small location just 5 minutes outside of Camp, and she even included a little map. 

Stretching the map out in front of me made it easier to read, but getting to the location would prove slightly difficult if the Camp Counselors were still active. They couldn’t be, they had to sleep too right?

A glance at my watch revealed the time to be 8:45PM and I couldn’t help the small chuckle that originated at the base of my lips. Was everyone really retiring this early? It was literally the prime of the night and people were retreating to their tents. Had they any idea what the sunrise would look like at this time? They were seriously missing out. I would not be one of them.

Pulling my camera around my shoulder and grabbing Julie’s notebook, I slowly made my way out of the tent and began heading to the location. It shouldn’t take too long, but the idea of being out in the middle of the night, in a place i’ve never been, surrounded by people I didn’t know surely made me nervous. I didn’t need another anxiety pill, so before I let myself escalate I took a deep breath and attempted to steady myself. It didn’t stop me from turning around to make sure I wasn’t followed, but it did reassure me that it was really just my paranoia that stopped me. 

The night air was far more soothing than I had originally expected and it seemed that summers in Los Angeles were nothing compared to the summer’s in Texas. The air was warm but it wasn’t void of all moisture, the plants around me were actually soft and green as compared to some of the bone dry plants in my neighborhood, this was literally the best trail I had on in years. 

I glanced down at the small make shift map in my hands and then back to the trail ahead, and the small deviation to the right off the trail and into Julie’s dreamland was subtle. I smiled thinking about how much thought she actually put into this, but stopped when her instructions changed. “Stop at the rock shaped like a pine tree and then take 5 large steps to the east.” That was specific. 

The small group of plants near the area caught my fingers and I spared no expense in gracing them with my skin. They were the epitome of Mother nature and I couldn’t help but smile at the delicate sensation of it. She knew I would love this, Earth was one of my favorite elements of all time. The large clearing outside of the trail was peaceful and unburdened as if it had never been touched and the idea of it made me excited. The clearing looked as though it stretched for miles, giving way to an incredible view of the stars. How could something this beautiful exist? I wanted to take a picture, but there was no way my camera could capture the true beauty of this, or the air, or the feel. I couldn’t disgrace it that way. 

My camera slid from my shoulder onto the soft grass below me and I glanced down at Julie’s book once more. How did she even know about this place? Had she even been to Camp Mars before? The strangest things about Julie were things that I could never figure out like how she always managed to come across places like this when she was so engulfed in technology. She never truly let herself get submerged in nature like me. I wasn’t very in shape when it came to climbing and hiking, but a nice trail with a beautiful view was always my weakness. Julie on the other hand, if WIFI wasn’t included, she wasn’t interested. 

The clearing offered me a shelter as I placed Julie’s book down on the soft grass and slowly lowered myself next to it. My camera sat safely next to me as I sat back onto the grass and stared up at the sky. How could you have an entire camp full of people, but never be able to see what’s really beyond its walls. Maybe this 30 seconds to mars band should stick to music because they clearly had no idea what they were doing when it came to seeing stuff like this.

I laughed at my thoughts and shook my head. When did I become so judgmental. Perhaps my encounter with darling Angela forced me to have a negative outlook on people with more money than me. My fingers slipped to Julie’s book and I pulled it up to my face to distract myself. Julie had money, but she never acted like that, so why did Angela?

“Why am I even thinking about her? I’ve officially cracked Julie and I haven’t even been here longer than a day.” I spoke aloud allowing another chuckle to slip through my lips. A few deep breaths plagued my lungs and I got the unshakeable sense that I was being watched, but again my paranoia was rivaled by the God’s. Everyone was either asleep in their tents, in the main building or possibly stalking the band members. You know what I don’t understand, why is it that Jared Leto got most of the attention? Shannon was just as adorable, right? I mean he didn’t talk much, but when he did he seemed hilarious. They were like the Jonas brothers when they were popular in the Disney days. Nick Jonas was the quiet one, but I secretly loved him for reasons unknown while everyone fawned over Joe as if he were some messiah. Next thing you know, years pass on and Nick is the golden boy. 

I chuckled. Julie liked Shannon. Something about men who played drums being dangerous and her liking dangerous. I honestly couldn’t remember the entire quote she used, but truthfully, she was always a sucker for a guy with muscles and a quiet tongue. Little freak. 

My hand absently slipped into the air above me and the chiming of my bracelet set the scene for a distant memory of Julie wearing it. My fingers slowly closed as if wrapping their grip around the stars themselves. 

“You know, the thing about rules is that you’re supposed to follow them.” A familiar voice sounded in the background, and I couldn’t stop the panicked jerk that flew through my upper body. 

“You know the thing about sneaking up on people is that you’re not supposed to do it.” I answered more annoyed than I meant to. His chuckle slipped through the atmosphere unbothered as he walked slowly in my direction with his hands in his front pockets. His eyes fell to the ground as he walked, and he didn’t look up at me as he spoke.

“You wouldn’t be scared if you weren’t doing something wrong, bad girl.” He stated in an as-a-matter-a-fact tone while poking out his bottom lip in a look that mirrored a pout. His eyes finally looked over to mine as he moved closer to me. A brow raised as he spoke and he finally stopped walking when his frame was only a few feet from mine. I couldn’t fully see his eyes in the dark, but I guessed that they were full of disapproval. Guess it was a good thing it was dark then. 

His tethered hat hid most of his face and his all white outfit stood out in complete contrast against the night atmosphere. He was even majestic in at night, could a girl not catch a break?

“I told you earlier, there was something I had to see.” I admitted with a shrug before turning away from him and focusing my eyes back on the sky. Perhaps if I ignored him, he’d go away. To my utter dismay he shuffled next to me and ended up sitting down beside me.

“What are you doing?” I questioned. 

“I know it’s different from your position, but this action is usually called sitting.” He teased. I wasn’t amused. 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” I questioned, but his eyebrows furrowed as if he didn’t understand. 

“Sitting? Hmmm, I’ve done it quite a few times in my life. I think i’ll manage.” He chuckled. He was missing the point. I tilted my head to the side as if to say I was impatient and he quickly picked up on the hint. 

“I’d hate for one of your fan girls to catch you. They can be pretty possessive.” I raised a brow.

“Or they could be clueless and have no idea who I am.” He answered while raising a brow and shifting his eyes in my direction. Was he talking about me? My lips fixed into a hard line before I rolled my eyes. 

“Is that why you followed me out here, to rub it in?” I questioned. 

“Not exactly. I won’t lie, I thought about it for a while today. I kept trying to figure out if you were joking or if you really had no idea who I was.” He chuckled while leaning back on his arms and angling his eyes towards the sky. 

“It was the ladder.” I filled him in. I would not let him gain the satisfaction of believing that I was one of his fangirls because I wasn’t. I leaned back and returned to my lying position under the stars. His head ticked slightly at the realization of my ignorance of him and if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was slightly displeased. 

“Oh come on Mr. Leto. You’re lead singer of 30 seconds to mars. You’re an artist for a living and known by half the world. You’re telling me you didn’t feel at least a SMALL hint of relief that someone thought you were normal?” I questioned. HIs eyes fixated on me for a moment and I couldn’t read his expression.

“What’s so thrilling about normal?” He asked. 

“What? You mean to tell me that you don’t want to dumb down your personality just a little to match the features of the people around you. Then with destroying your originality you two can hope to befriend someone who is exactly like you. Post pictures on facebook and twitter. Show the world that you can be just as homogenized as everyone else.”  I spoke sarcastically nearly forgetting that he was even there. I was so lost in the stars and my own mini rant that I didn’t even break to let him speak. 

“Homogenized…..like homogenized milk?” He questioned.

“It’s a form of milk, but another definition is to make something uniform or similar.” I spoke as if this was common knowledge. His chuckle lit up our surroundings and I felt myself grow confused. 

“I know what it means, I’ve just never heard anyone explain it that way.” He admitted. I couldn’t help but shrug. 

“That’s me, queen of explaining things in the weirdest of ways.” I answered while sitting up from my position and collecting my camera. The feeling of being watched was still there and although Jared had come out of the shadows and revealed himself it still felt like someone was there. 

“What’s wrong?” He questioned. 

“It isn’t obvious?” I questioned in return. His eyebrow flexed.

“If it was, I wouldn’t have asked.” he stated.

“If one of your admirers catches you out here with me, you might suffer repercussions. They will punish you.” I chuckled slipping my camera over my shoulder.

“No one punishes worse than me.” He commented and for a moment there was no humor in his words. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was serious, but he chuckled. 

“I’m sure that’s true.” I answered sarcastically and he frowned. 

“Oh honey, you have no idea.” He answered smirking. 

“Are you flirting with me?” I questioned, and he smiled widely. 

“Am I?” He questioned. 

“I guess i’ll take it where I can get it Mr. J.”  I answered simply picking up Julie’s book. 

“You’re leaving?” He questioned with an undertone of disappointment. 

“I don’t wanna get in your way, after all, if you get stampeded I don’t wanna get hurt.” I answered half heartedly. 

“The only people out here are you and I. So, since I caught you breaking my rules you’re owed a punishment, miss.” He spoke sternly and the seriousness behind his tone caused me to fold my arms over my chest and look down at him. 

“Punishment? I’m a little old to be swung over the knee.” I challenged slightly outraged.

“Oh, you’re never too old to be taught something.” He challenged back. I let out a long breath before placing down my camera and sitting next to him on my knees. 

“Alright. Give it to me straight then Yoda.” I teased. His features lit up slightly as if he were basking in his triumph, and he shrugged slightly. 

“21 questions. What brought you to Camp Mars?” His question caught me slightly off guard. 

“My best friend. She couldn’t come with me so I promised that I would experience it for the both of us.” I answered honestly. He nodded as I spoke and fixed his lips to ask another.

“Nope, that’s not how the game works. I have to ask you a question now.” I demanded. He leaned back against his arms again as if admitting defeat and I smiled. 

“Why did you follow me tonight? What were you looking for?” I questioned and he clicked his tongue.

“That’s two questions.” He stated sternly.

“Why did you follow me, Mr. Leto.” I questioned and he smiled.

“Mr. Leto. So professional.” He teased. I tilted my head to the side.

“Then what should I call you, Mr J? Jared? Joseph?” I questioned, and he sat up from his arms. 

“Well I mean they all work, I mean…so…” the playful banter in his voice faltered slightly as he spoke again in a lower voice.

“I mean, you can call me whatever you want…” he recommended placing his hands together in his lap while intertwining his fingers as if he were waiting for my response. The light from the moon illuminated his eyes underneath his hat, and they were keenly focused on my face without hesitation. Was he playing with me? 

“Mr. Leto. Why did you follow me?” I questioned not deviating. 

“So professional.” He shrugged one shoulder while his voice remained low.

“I followed you because it’s the middle of the night and you were deviating from the trail. If you had gotten lost or injured that would have become my responsibility. Ensuring the safety of the camp members here is a job in itself.” He spoke as if it were scripted. Had he practiced this?

“How long were you watching?” I questioned with an intense curiosity. He tilted his head to the side as if to stop me. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. 

“Where are you from?” He questioned. 

“Texas.” I answered simply eager to get to my question. 

“How long were you watching me for?” I questioned. His eyes scanned me for a moment and I felt slightly uncomfortable. Even with this much distance between us it seemed like he was unbelievably close to me. 

“For a while.” He said simply.

“That’s not an answer.” I stated. 

“It’s the answer to your question. I can’t give you an exact measurement of time.” He countered. I was displeased. Asshole. 

“What’s your name?” He asked simply. 

“My name is two syllables.” I countered and he frowned. 

“That’s not an answer.” he stated.

“It’s an answer to your question.” I mocked. It was indeed true, my name was two syllables long. His expression read “asshole” in return and I was pleased.

“Touche.” He stated still displeased. 

“Why did you start this camp?” I questioned. 

“I’ve been coming to this park for 20 years, and sometimes I would be on a hike and kinda get off the trail. I’d end up back over here and I’d just come on the property here even though I wasn’t supposed to. I ended up sneaking through to see what this place and speak to the people here. They were nice and it was and incredible location. It was kind of undiscovered and the idea was born a long time ago. I wanted to share this.” He spoke. I was genuinely shocked by his story. He actually took the nice to want to share something like this? 

“Have you met the camp counselors yet?” He asked curiously and I don’t think it was his original question at first. 

“I’ve met one, I think his name’s Jake. He’s nice.” I smiled. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t quite care to look. 

“Do you ever get sick of it, people acting as if they know you and they don’t?” I questioned. His brows furrowed as if the question was either confusing or intrusive.

“What do you mean?” He asked whole heartedly. 

“You have a camp full of people who want to see you. Some of them are humbled people who are legit fans, but then there are some who feel entitled of you as if you’re theirs and no one else’s. Does that bother you?” I narrowed my eyes. He shook his head slightly and turned away from me.

“Someone said something that stuck with me a long time ago. You may like my music or my work, but I don’t owe you anything.” He said simply. 

“Living your life off of the ideals of another person will never get you any where Mr. Leto. It may be a quote you admire and relate to, but it doesn’t mean you whole heartedly believe it.” I stated and his eyes returned to me in a look that I couldn’t described. 

“I believe you when you say it because you don’t seem to be the type to say things you don’t mean, but this isn’t an interview. You don’t have to hold  back what you wanna say because you’re scared someone wont understand.” I stated. His eyes fixed on me again in that way from before and his eyes scanned my lips as if he wanted me to take the words back. He opened his mouth to say something, but I stood up. 

“It’s late, I should go. Besides, I’d hate for you to be caught alone with me, whatever would your darling Angela think?” I mumbled and his eyebrow arose.

“What did you say?” He questioned. 

“Nothing.” I shrugged. I heard his shuffle slightly and turned back to face him. 

“No, what did you say?” He asked again.

“I said, I would hate for your beloved  Angela to catch you out here.” I stated again. 

“Beloved? She’s not….” He started but I waved my hand and smiled.

“You don’t owe me anything, remember?” I questioned with a slight smile before turning away from him. 

“I can walk you back.” He answered once again treating me like glass. 

“I’ve got it, thanks.” I stated, but he placed his index and middle finger in front of my shoulder as if to shut me up. His eyes looked into mine and he nodded slightly. 

“I’m walking you back to Camp.” He stated simply as if to say there would be no arguing. I nodded. 

The walk in itself was nearly torture, and every few minutes he ended up breaking the silence to start a conversation. It wasn’t the conversation that made things uneasy, it was he fact that he was so overwhelming intense. He never looked away and it was like asking a question was signing over your life. He studied me as if he were waiting for me to tell a lie that he could catch me. 

“This is my tent.” I stated simply pointing to my tent. He nodded. 

“It’s cute.” He teased. 

“Sorry, we can’t all have a room at the Hilton.” I teased back pointing my thumb in the direction of the building that more established people were boarding in.

“I could get you a room if you needed it.” He stated.

“No thank you.” I answered quickly. I was no one’s charity and I was just fine where I was. If I was in that building there would be no way to sneak away, and I would be surrounded by people I didn’t want to be any where near. His eyebrows knitted together as if he wanted to ask me what I was so defensive about, but a voice tore through the atmosphere and I cringed. I knew that voice. 

“Hey Jared!” The squeaky voice from earlier emerged and before I could even respond she was standing directly in front of him. All I could get a glimpse of was her deeply colored hair along with a tacky bow sticking on the back of her head. I rolled my eyes and turned to get in my tent only to hear her speak to him even louder as if she wanted everyone to hear. His eyes were glued to her for a glimmer of a moment and all I could think was how they deserved each other. 

She glanced out of the side of her eye at me as if to re-warn me from her threat earlier and I could do nothing but smile. How pathetic. People like them were like magnets for each other. The entitled and the wealthy always seemed to find each other in every life they live. I chuckled slightly before unzipping my tent. 

“Did you get lost Pez?” She questioned glancing over her shoulder. I tilted my head to the side slightly confused by the nickname until I remembered her name for me earlier, Peasant. 

“Not all those who wander….” I started before rolling my eyes. Why bother, she wouldn’t know the quote. People like her didn’t read. My smile was taunting as I proceeded to go inside my tent.

“Don’t leave your stuff open again, I’d hate to find out someone went through your things.” She said simply and my mind instantly moved over to my anxiety medicine. I slowly rummaged through it in an attempt to remain calm, but to my utter excitement they were still there. Why was she being a bitch? Had she tried to look through my things? 

My paranoia was starting again and I refused to let her get to me. I was starting to wonder if that feeling of being watched earlier with Jared was just a feeling. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that someone was keeping an eye on him. Given his status and who he was, it wouldn’t be surprising if dear old Angela was watching us. She just so happened to show up just now after we got back, like she knew we were coming. 

“Good lookin out.” I yelled outside my tent before closing it up. Jared’s eyes looked confused when I last saw him, but I didn’t feel the need to dwell on it. Tomorrow would mark the official first day of Camp. Oh boy. 

[calamiitywrites]

alright you guys, in order to have content and imagines, you have to send me what you want <3 also if you don’t express any feed back for a fanfic, I wont post the next chapter for it. so get over here! 

[calamiitywrites]

you write jared so well that i'm convinced that you know him.

ASK CALAMIITY // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Haha this is so sweet, thank you very much. You don’t know how much that compliment means to me. Honestly��..can we just take a minute to picture that though? 

Calamiity: Hey…Jared, can you come here?Jared: What’s up?Calamiity: Can I throw out some hypotheticals for you?Jared: Uhh….sure?Calamiity: So, if a girl was issued a punishment from you, what would you do?Jared: What would I do?Calamiity: Yeah like…would you spank her or….like, are there more ways to punish than that?Jared: Oh yes, there are more ways.Calamiity: Like what?Jared: ….I mean I could show you -laughs-Calamiity: Are you serious?Jared: ….. -waits-Calamiity: I ….these are just HYPOTHETICALS J!

[iraniq]

OMG 😅😅😅😅 I like how she roasted him 😅😅😅 I need to know what happened next... 😛

CONQUISTADOR CHAPTER 3 :: RULES ::

Previously on Conquistador;

My eyes narrowed in his direction and I shifted my weight on my feet again. A deep breath riddled through my abdomen and I returned my eyes to him.

“Alright. What do you want to know?” I questioned.

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“You’ve got 15 minutes Mr. Leto.” I informed.

“Who are you?” He questioned.

“You said you wanted to know about your brother and I. Who I am has nothing to do with that.”

“Stop talking in riddles.”

“Stop asking stupid questions.” I spat back. His eyebrow twitched as if he was slightly amused, but I knew better. A sigh slipped through my lips and I slipped my hands into the front pockets of my jeans.

“My name is Ava.” I surrendered while glancing around our environment slightly just to make sure no one else was hovering.

“Are you really that paranoid?” He furrowed his brows.

“You’re not the one with your face plastered all over tabloids and gossip blogs.” I defended only for him to chuckle. Ok, bad response considering his face was all over many gossip blogs and magazines but he knew what I meant. “You know what I mean. Being infamous is a life that you chose. That is not the kind of life that I want for myself.” I continued.

“What are you hiding?”

“What makes you think I’m hiding something?”

“The secretive nature of you and the hiding?”

“I’m not hiding at all. What is it with you and society? You believe that just because a person isn’t shoved into social media or begging to be seen that they are hiding something. I am not hiding anything, I just don’t have anything that I want you to see.” I explained.

“What about what I want to see?” He questioned and the double edged sincerity behind his words nearly made me blush.

“Money and infamy aside, you can’t always have what you want.” I countered. “Right now, I’m willing to answer your questions so you should hurry before you run out of time.” I reminded.

“How do you know Shannon?”

“He’s my friend, kind of.” I shrugged.

“Kind of?”

“We’re not shaggin’ if that what you’re getting at?” I narrowed my eyes. God forbid a girl be friends with a guy without their being any sexual activity. Are platonic relationships really that hard to believe in?

“Then what’s kind of?”

“Have you talked to Shannon about this?”

“I’m talking to you.” He corrected me while taking a step forward in my direction.

“He hired me to help him…..So I helped him.” I stated simply.

“Hired you to help him?”

“I’m a comfort manager / care manager whatever people call it now. He pays me to help him …..feel better.” I shrugged.

“You’ve gotta be kidding. What are you, some Sugar baby or something?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Hired you to make him FEEL better? What, did he take you to parties to look good on his arm while also paying your tuition for school to?” He joked.

“First of all, don’t disrespect me just because you don’t understand. Second of all, I’m not a sugar baby. The fact that you even know that term makes me wonder if YOU have one. Lastly, I’m trained in the holistic healing arts of the mind, body and spirit. He signed a contract for me to be his life coach because it was what he required at the time. For someone who knows their brother you certainly have no idea what he goes through. Instead of asking me questions, why don’t you ask yourself WHY he needed a life coach in the first place, instead of just going to you?” I spat. Perhaps it was harsh, but to dumb down my entire lifestyle and previous contract with Shannon as a “sugar baby” legit pissed me off. I didn’t just “look pretty” by his side, or ever have sex with him just because it was what he desired; I studied and changed my entire lifestyle just to aid him because that was the contract. It was not easy. It was not simple and it sure as hell wasn’t as brainless as being a sugar baby.

He was silent for a moment and when his eyes fell from mine he tightened his jaw. It was clear at this point that I had hurt his feelings, but he had hurt mine first; tit for tat.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” he approached me without reservation and before I had a chance to move backwards, he was already a few inches away.

“I don’t make deals with the Devil, Mr. Leto.” I countered.

“Oh I’m hardly the Devil, Ava.” He smiled. I was surprised, he hadn’t smiled throughout our entire conversation and it was a nice smile.

“What do you want?”

“Since paying you is the only way to get you to cooperate. You’re hired.” He demanded.

“You couldn’t afford me.” I deviated. His hand reached for mine, but when I moved away he grabbed my phone instead.

“Hey!” I argued only for him to tilt his head slightly and slant his eyes at me. It was a strange look, like the look you’d give a child to remind them to behave.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

“Just getting a little insurance.” He teased while using his phone to take a picture of my face.

“Delete that, right now.” I demanded, only for him to scoff. The beeping sound of my keypad filled the air and his eyes moved back and forth from his phone to mine. He had keyed his number in while also saving mine into his phone with a lovely picture to match.

“Like I said, insurance.” He reiterated before tossing me back my phone. “You work for me, now. You start tomorrow.” He instructed before turning his back to him.

“That’s not how it works. There is no contract in place and there is no agreement. You can’t blackmail me to work for you.” I argued. His body stopped moving for a brief second before he turned half way into my direction.

“Who said anything about blackmail? You’re a free agent since my brother is no longer your client and now, you work for me. I’ll text you the address to meet tomorrow and I’ll expect you to be on time, Ava.” His voice was stern and there was a hint of demand in it as if he weren’t in the mood to continue talking to me. It wasn’t fair. Before I could say anything else, he had already turned around and began walking away. I waited a few moments where I was before finally walking in the same direction because I didn’t want anyone seeing us leave from the same location together.

How had this happened? I shredded the contract of one Leto brother only to be trapped in another without even giving my consent. It was like torture to the highest degree.

A part of me was thankful that I had lived slightly close to the coffee shop because the bike ride home in the fresh air was actually relaxing. People never knew what they were missing by being in their cars all the time especially on cool days like this. The highest would be 87 and the lowest would be 73 which was just warm enough for shorts and a loose T shirt, but I ended up spending less time outside and more of it inside thinking about this entire ordeal. What would actually be the worst in working for Jared? I currently had no real clients, was working from home as a data entry clerk and was actually considering getting a 9-5. In my between time I had actually began making friends, learning to cook, blogging and even thinking of selling my client list.

On the other hand, it was risky. Jared was the brother of Shannon which meant if I started working for him, I was bound to see Shannon at some point which would most definitely be awkward. On top of that, the magazines and blogs were not giving up on finding this mystery girl attached to Shannon which wouldn’t take them long to realize was me if I was caught hanging out with his brother. Then there’s the tedious curiosity attached to what services would he be needing from me anyways? Every contract was developed for a specific need.

Shannon Leto - Need – Life Coach / Friend. Sofia Richie - Need – Part time, intimate listener. Kourtney Kardashian - Need – Babysitter / Organic Specialist. - Need – Intimate Friend who doubled as a cat sitter. Scott Disik - Need – Drinking buddy w/occasionally cuddling ( that was extra ). – Comfort Partner w/ occasionally cuddling. Halsey – Need – Intimate Listener and Life Coach

The list goes on and on. There were only 3 people on my life in which I was physically intimate with, however, that also cost extra. Being in the business of learning and being whatever they needed me to be often left no time for much of a social life or personal time off. Everything required was a learned skill and wasn’t something that was innate.

Now, Jared Leto wanted to “recruit” me but won’t even tell me why? That would not stand.

A deep breath riddled through my lungs as I jumped from my bike and headed to my home office. If Jared Leto wanted a chance to work with me, he would have to earn it just like everyone else did. My apartment door swung open to the smell of lavender and vanilla as my home diffuser did its job to exfoliate my home. It gave me just the right energy I needed to review the classic rules I provided to each of my clients and tailor them specifically to him. It was a basic list of do’s and do not’s when working with me as well as boundaries that I refused to have crossed. Before he considered working with me, he would have to familiarize himself with what I would be willing to allow and what I would downright not tolerate.

1 – No sex unless otherwise decided by BOTH parties. 2- No public appearance together unless a cover story is rehearsed and agreed upon by both parties. 3 – No meeting each other’s parents or intimate others unless agreed upon. 4 – Any overnight trips / circumstances cost extra. 5 – Monthly allowance / Due fee for contract. 6 – Termination of contract must take place 5 days prior to contract termination date. 7 – State Need __________________________________________________________ 8 – If contract shredded or rules broken – CEASE CONTACT 9 – No personal information about hired individual will be shared unless consensual. 10 – No abuse.

I couldn’t think of anything else to provide with the bylaw information so I printed it out as it appeared on the screen in front of me. It always seemed simple enough and most everyone usually agreed to the terms of use, but he was so analytical that this may be a bit complicated in the end.

The distant ticking of the clock nearly drove me insane and soon, when the sun was out of view and the darkness fell on the small town in California, I set out for my car. The best time to do what I was about to, was at night. He thought I was going to wait until tomorrow, he must have been insane. You don’t spring up on me, question me and then expect me to wait for a response. If you wanted me to work for you, you had to stay on top of your game.

The drive to his house took slightly longer than I expected, especially since the last time I navigated myself here it was nearly pitched black. I took a deep breath before stepping out and pulling my phone from my pocket.

“Hello.” He answered as if he weren’t surprised to be getting a call from me.

“Open the door.” I stated simply.

“What?”

“Open. The. Door.” I repeated only to watch him peer out of the window near the front door and rest his eyes on me. That’s right.

“Just couldn’t wait could you?” He questioned rhetorically.

“You gonna let me in or what?” I rolled my eyes.

“C'mon.” He said simply before opening the front door and leaning against it.

“Is Shannon here?” I asked.

“You came all this way for that?”

“You know why I came.” I corrected him.

“Oh, so you only care about him when he’s paying for you.” He rolled his eyes and closed the door behind me.

“And you don’t care for him at all considering you knew nothing about it.” I continued while walking inside and turning to him.

“Is it always a knife fight when you open your mouth?”

“Only when there’s no fun.” I sighed. There was a half hearted smile on his face at this point and it was clear that my taunts were amusing to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I brought you a set of rules. Before I can work for you, a contract needs to be in play. I will not work without one. Second of all, before you get any where near a contract, you have to state your purpose and negotiate the rules.”

“How many times have you done this?”

“None of your business.”

“That attitude has to go when you start.” He informed.

“It’ll go into the list of negotiations.” I nodded.

“What do you mean by stating my need?” He questioned.

“If you’re looking to be a Sugar Daddy, that’s your business Mr. Leto. I’ve actually maintained contact with a few, but that’s not my M.O. So we managing rules, or should I refer you?” I asked holding up the paper of rules I had brought with me.

“Ladies first.” He smirked while holding his hand out towards his living room. It was honestly beautiful in decoration and a part of me wondered if he himself had put it together.

“Sit.” He offered and for a moment I blushed. He was actually being kind. Shock.

“Thank you.” I mumbled before accepting a sit in his darkly colored brown chair that blended with the dining room table elegantly. He took a few steps before sitting in the chair across from me and clasped his hands together. His demeanor had changed slightly and he seemed more serious and better put together than he was earlier in the day.

“Let’s begin.” He offered.

“Sure.” I replied.

[marsmad]

OMG @iraniq this is so cute, I love it especially the hair braiding 💜😭💜😭💜😭

Jared

*Mamma had been away with friends, kids made her leave, since daddy spoils them and momma doesn't buy that shit*

- swimming in the big pool

- also food swimming on a lil table around

- Kira, momma's huge dog, swimming with as well

- sun bathing under the huge umbrela

- chocolates

- junk food, but when daddy isn't watching!

- snuggles with wet Kira

- wet Kira wetting all the couches abnd beds

- daddy running after wed Kira

- Niq recording

- Em laughing

- drying Kira

- drying each other's hairs

- dryinh the couches

- big major ugh...

- party pooper daddy

- poo

- briding daddy's hair

- Em waking up after midnight to eat

- huge discovery pf the centery!

- DADDY IS DYEING HIS HAIR!

- the fangirls will die

- Niq helping dad dye his hair

- Em recording

- because why not

- sweet pic for momma

- after daddy did his hair, the girls made new better bries

- finally in bed in 3:47.

- 3:52 mommy is back

- she just tripped

- she is drunk as a kite

- daddy said that!

- she just tripped

- oh no, she'll lie in bed with us

- she smells like wine

- daddy said it's quality wine

- mom is a classy lady

- Niq and Em moved to another room

- if daddy loves mommy so much, he can snuggle with her tipsy self...

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