#ty for the ask jay!!! i only answered it three thousand years late

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3, 15, and 25 for the fanfic writer asks!

from fanfic end of the year asks

3. Favorite Line/Scene You Wrote This Year?

hmmmm. 🤔I was glancing through my fics and this one came to mind, from Herald of Death - I really like writing Sherlock Holmes, because the cadence I tend to fall back onto lends itself really well into pretty-sounding lines.

“Watson, if a patient came to you presenting symptoms of a most severe degree, almost obviously pointing to a swift and certain demise, would you be at all surprised to find them passed away some days later? In those circumstances, do you feel like a doctor, or only some herald of death?”

15. Something You Learned This Year

so I wrote a lot of mystery and/or science-fiction this year, and a lot of the time, I get caught up in the nitty-gritty details what happened when (I'm thinking a lot of 'Oh, I Love You So Much' that involved alternate timelines/time travel, etc. and an Ace Attorney murder mystery I'm working on). A lot of things can happen off-screen, sometimes you have to explain how technical science fiction works in your specific fic, etc etc and I had a hard time with over-explaining it to death just to answer any imaginary questions the reader might have.

what I did learn is that over-explaining can make things super boring, and a really helpful way to go about it is... write it. over-explain it. make sure you, the author, understand exactly what's going on, who's doing what off-page, etc etc. and then delete, like, 85% of it and make sure what you've deleted comes through the world without being explained. if it doesn't, then it probably wasn't important to begin with.

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

I've making several references to fandoms that we don't share jay :blobuwu:

All That Glitters Is What's Holding You Together - Critical Role, Ashton & Milo obfuscate - MASH, BJ & Hawkeye, Hot Lips & Hawkeye Tables and Chairs - Zombies, Run!, Jack Holden/Eugene Woods

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Wonderland - Chapter 6

Jared, thank you for an incredible night. You were right, living this fantasy was worth it. I'll never forget how it felt to be in your arms. I'm sorry that it has to be this way. Maybe we will cross paths again, perhaps in another life.

-Ali

I read and reread the note a dozen times. She left sometime in the middle of the night after I was so sure she was mine to keep. Waking up alone wasn't unusual for me, but it didn't lessen the pain that I felt in my chest. I've always had good intuition, but Ali muddled my vision, made me weak and unable to see what was right in front of me.

I crumble the note up and try to forget her. I proceed to go through the motions of a typical day. I shower, brush my teeth, throw on whatever is clean, eat a bowl of Muesli, then go into the studio. We are desperately trying to finish our latest album that I just recently decided should be called America, and our label is pressuring us into an early spring release. I've pushed the date as much as I can and we finally agreed on April.

As soon as I sit down my phone begins ringing. Most of the calls today will be about securing venues in Europe. With the album deadline looming over our head, we are now working out upcoming tour dates to support the release. I look at the phone and decide it is a call that I can skip taking. I think to myself that it is probably a good thing that Ali left. I am much too busy to even think about a relationship. This is the reason I've stayed single for so long.

The phone rings again, this call I have to take and I push my thoughts away. After an hour on the phone tying up loose ends, Tomo walks in ready to work. Shannon won't be coming in today as he has been dealing with severe anxiety and depression lately. Something I have been keeping under wraps and closely watching. We don't need another Chris or Chester. I can't think about that though. Shannon is my best friend, my confidant, and the only person in this world that truly understands me. He'll get through this. He always has.

After awhile Jamie and Stevie show up together laughing. I'm not in the mood to joke around or carry on with them. I ignore their banter and try to keep working on this one lyric that doesn't seem quite right. I do five takes, fucking it up each time.

"Jesus, Jay what's gotten into you?" Jamie asks.

"Nothing!"

"Somethings wrong. What is it man? You can tell us." Stevie adds.

"If you two would stop fucking around and acting like god damned three year olds, maybe we could get this line right and I wouldn't be making an ass of myself!" I yell and then storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I walk outside and try to gain some semblance of normal when I spot the bottle of water that Ali left on the chair. Damnit, I can't catch a break. I storm back into the house and head upstairs to my bedroom. I lay down on the bed not exactly knowing what the plan is. I need to be working, but I also feel the need to see Ali. I reach for my phone so I can call her, but I can't bring myself to click on the contacts to ring the number. Instead I hover over the message icon.

I click it and shudder. Immediately, I am faced with the picture I took of her last night. There she is as beautiful as ever. Her strawberry blonde hair appearing golden in the candlelight, her flawless skin, her full and amazing breasts. I had deleted the photo. I needed her to see what I saw, so I sent it. But I needed her to trust me, so I deleted it. I completely forgot that it was still sitting in the text messages to her.

I am instantly hard. How could I not be? She is so stunning. The fact is she looked nothing like most of the women I had been with. She wasn't overly thin, her height and weight prohibited her from ever being a model. She was by all accounts just a really beautiful, yet ordinary girl. And that made her all the more sexy. I wanted her. I needed her. I wanted to feel myself inside of her.

Before I even register what I am doing, my hand is on my dick rubbing and stroking it. I stare at her picture and pull my cock out of my pants. I imagine my hand as her hand. Running it up and down the length of my fully engorged cock.

It feels wrong to be masturbating to her picture, but it's all I have left of her.  Her note made it clear that it would never happen again.  I push that out of my mind, and continue to work my dick in my hand. 

I glide effortlessly up and down my shaft, then turn the focus on massaging the head.  I tug hard and rub my thumb over it again and again.  The sensation has me breathing deep.  I stroke myself a few more times and cum all over my hand.  I regain my composure realizing that it isn't enough.  It isn't what I desire.

Work is going to have to wait.  If I can just see Ali, I know I can reason with her.  I know I can convince her to give me a chance.  I get off the bed and go into the bathroom to clean up.  I wash my hands and take my pants off.  I throw them in the dirty clothes pile and change.

I run quickly downstairs and enter the studio.  Gone is the laughter and joking from earlier.  Everyone is busying themselves on one thing or another.  I should apologize, but the perfectionist in me tells me I was justified in my outburst from before.  No one stops or even looks at me.

"I uhhh."  The apology is stuck in my throat.

"I'm... umm, I'm going out.  I'll be back later."

I turn on my heels and head out to the garage.  I take a look at the truck and I decide on discretion.  I call for a car service and patiently wait.  15 minutes later, a black Cadillac with tinted windows pulls up to the gate and I walk to it, hopping in.

"Hey man, I need you to take me to 3400 Cahuenga Blvd."

He nods.  He's an older man and he looks like he's been driving people for many years.

"That's the old Hanna Barbara Studios."  He says matter of fact.

"What?"

"The address.  It was the Hanna Barbara studios.  If you're trying to get to Universal Pictures, that's not the right address."

"No, I'm not working on a film.  Just take me there."

I'm not interested in small talk.  I remember that the studios he is talking of was converted into apartments a few years back.  It's exactly where I want to be headed.  It's where Ali will be.

We pull up and I see immediately that it is a gated apartment community.  The driver rolls the window down and states his purpose of dropping off a client.  Thank God the security at the gate is lacks because we are buzzed in.  I get out and realize that I don't know what her apartment number is.  I don't even know her last name.  I pull my phone out and dial.

"Hey, I need you to do me a favor.  Go back into the database from camp and pull up the info for anyone there named Alice."

I know my staff is not going to question my request and I wait patiently for them to answer me.

"There was a Mary Alice Carpenter, Alicia Ericsson, Allen Pinelli.  That's all I'm seeing."

None of these sound right, albeit the Mary Alice seemed the closest.  I sigh.

"Check again.  Look at anyone who maybe changed their package." A few moments pass.

"Ohh here ya go, Mr. Leto.  It's Alice Foster. She had signed up initially without the extra day.  She was on the updated list. I'm so sorry."

I tell her it's fine and hang up.  I walk into the lobby and am greeted by a receptionist.  She looks up, blushes, and blurts out a fast "oh my God, Jared Leto.  What can we do for you?"

I turn on the charm that is needed. "Yes, I have someone who works for me that lives here.  I need to pick up some confidential materials that she has for me.  I don't know her apartment number, her name is Alice Foster."

I don't like lying but this could easily become gossip fodder otherwise.  I'm sure I could actually find something for Alice to do at the Lab if she did ever need a job.  Anyway, it isn't outside the realm of possibility, except I've never went to any of my employees houses for documents.  They always come to me.  Upon thinking, I realize this white lie is more and more unfeasible and I start to question myself. If I backtrack now it could be worse so I just smile and wait.

"Oh, normally I wouldn't give that information out, but I mean... you're Jared Leto, I guess you wouldn't be here to cause trouble. She lives in apartment 34. I can show you where it's at?"

"No that's okay, thanks so much."

I walk away glad to have my celebrity status if only for these types of instances. I find my heart is pounding fast and am unsure of what will happen when she does open the door. I find 34 easily enough and calm myself down. I shake my head and think about how easy it is for me to stand in front of thousands of people with no hint of nerves but yet this one girl has me anxious.

I decide there is no time like the present and knock loudly on the door. I don't hear anything and there is no indication that anyone is inside. I knock again. And again. Just as I was about to give up I hear her say "I'm coming."

As soon as the door opens her eyes are wide and her mouth drops. She clearly is not expecting to see me and her surprise is evident on her face. I don't even think about my next move. I reach my hands to her cheeks and cradle them.

"Jared, what are you..."

I kiss her with all the passion I can might in that moment and she relaxes into it. I push her back out of the threshold and close the door with my foot. It bangs loudly making her jump. I guide her further into the apartment, not breaking the kiss. My tongue is dancing wildly with hers and I can tell she wants me to continue. We reach something that stops our movement. A wall? A couch? I have no idea, it doesn't matter. I lift my shirt over my head and she does the same with hers.

There's no words spoken, we are both seeking the same thing. I press against her which makes her sway. I pull my pants off along with my underwear and then I grab her ass and pick her up. She's naked except for her skirt and panties. With one arm holding her up and the other hand moving her underwear aside I am able to ease my cock into her. With her help she is bouncing up and down at a decent pace, but I tire more rapidly than I want to admit. I back her up against the nearest wall and continue to pound into her.

Her moans mixed with the delicious feeling of having her wrapped around my cock means I won't last long.  I slide out of her and lower her down.

"Bend over."  She does what I say.

I spread her ass and admire my view before running my fingers over her clit.  She cums right away.  I slam my cock into her and hear her shriek.  I set a fast pace, assaulting her pussy.  Within seconds I cum.  I pull out of her and find my clothes.  I dress while she stands there in shock.  I stop and look into her eyes.

I smile widely, shrug, then say "you lived your fantasy, now I want to live mine."

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