#natdoesthings

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

"Give me attention" blurb. Loki is a goddamn puppy.

bro I was so keen on doing spin-off blurbs for this series bc I love this reader and I love this pairing and I just wanted to write them some soft shit at last y’know?

Read the blurb

[jakegyllenhaalsupportgroup]

I'd like to request a blurb about Ryan, from that anon ask where only Ryan thinks Jake and all of his friends look identical. And then Rory, David's friend shows up.

Sure thing lovely

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“You’ve got to be joking!” Ryan laughed as him Jake and Y/N climbed the stairs to Jake’s apartment, Jake and Y/N hand-in-hand.

“No, Ry, you’re making literally no sense,” Y/N argued, exchanging an amused look with Jake.

“No, it’s you two that aren’t talking sense,” Ryan scoffed. “You’re seriously telling me that you don’t see how similar Jake here looks to pretty much all of his friends?” 

“Ryan you’re chatting shit,” Jake rolled his eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Ryan laughed in utter amazement.

“Which friends are you talking about? Because I guess I can see him and Seb looking kind of similar?” Y/N offered unsurely.

“Well yeah, sure, Seb too. But I was referring to the people who are his exact twin,” Ryan responded as they began to walk down the hallway to Jake’s apartment.

“Who the fuck are you talking about?” Jake asked. “And I don’t look like Seb,” he added, side-eyeing Y/N.

“Babe, it’s a compliment,” she tried to assure him and Jake opened his mouth to argue with her but Ryan cut him off.

“Well I mean David, for one-”

“Which David?”

“Both!” Ryan inputted.

“But Loki and Dave look completely different?” Y/N questioned, wrinkling her nose.

“Okay now you’re taking the piss,” Ryan said, shaking his head.

Jake put his keys in the lock and turned it, rolling his eyes at his friend.

“This is the weirdest thing you’ve ever told me, Ryan, and you’ve told me some weird shit,” Jake informed him, pushing the door open and tossing his keys onto the table.

“What’s Ryan saying?” David asked, walking through the hallway into the living room.

“That we look similar.”

“You and Ryan?”

“No - me and you. And Loki for that matter,” Jake explained. David turned around and frowned at Ryan.

“Are you mad? We look completely different - Rory’s over by the way,” David added, moving properly into the living room.

“Oh I love Rory!” Y/N beamed, tugging on Jake’s hand, who laughed and followed her into the living room. “I didn’t realise you were back!” She told him, hugging the engineering student.

“How’ve you been?” Rory asked, smiling at his friend.

“Holy shit!” Jake exclaimed, his eyes wide.

“What?” Rory asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You and - you and Ryan! You’re literally fucking identical!” David’s eyes widened as he looked between Ryan and Rory.

“Fuck, you’re right!”

Rory and Ryan looked at each other, amusement written over their faces.

“You better be fucking joking.”

[gyllenhaalstories]

Okay, I don't usually read Tom Holland's fanfics but Waiting On The Other Side broke my heart, I was trying to fight back tears the whole time. Your writing is so great!

i’m having all the feels, omg! thank you SO SO SO SO much! like wow out of all the amazing fics including tom, you read mine? i’m just an explosion of heart emojis right now. thank you so much, babe! i’m sorry it made you tear up! i never imagined people would suffer as much as i did while writing waiting on the other side! thank you, thank you, and thank you again! coming from someone who is one of the most talented writers out there, this is a huge compliment! 

[kashimos-hajime]

*put on tinfoil hat* People don't realize the impact Jamie Randall has on Jake's career. We later see his sale rep performance in Nightcrawler, and 2 years later, Jake reprised Jamie's line: "You have beautiful eyes" at a diner's table with his love interest in Nocturnal Animals. And I tell you Quentin Beck is literally Jamie because Love and Other Drugs is set in 1996, and instead of becoming a doctor, he became Stark Industry's employee.

SKNDSKDNASKND youre not even wrong and it reminds of this post i remember seeing that said smth like lou bloom and quentin beck are just alternate universe versions of each other 

[angelic-holland]

Never in my life have I expected to read the phrase "thinking about raising a child with you makes him hard". AsdfghjklGood one! 😂

?!2$:&!3!.&! Why is Jake exactly the type of person who would think that

[ijustreallylovezebras]

Hello there. May I take prompt 8 of Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff for Jake Gyllenhaal? Thank you so much.

Sure thing man - just a reminder to reblog the writing challenge post tho

I’m having a crisis - come join my writing challenge!!

[thirstaidkitpodcast]

Hello, I can't believe it took me this long to find out about your podcast and tumblr. I'm currently listening to your podcast about Jake Gyllenhaal (someone may go on a binge trip later), and you are so so so entertaining to listen to, and the things you discuss about Jake? They hit me in the gut!!!

Hey, natdoesthings.

The key thing here is that you FINALLY found us (and told all your friends to subscribe, right? 👀)! 😉

Shoutout to Jakey G; he’s a firm thirst-bucket favorite, and we are so glad you enjoyed the episode. 💜

[gyllenhaalics]

This is like a really bad great group for a startup company.

Look at Vic, she knew she was gonna get some.

TV-TROPES - Team Mysterio

[gyll-yee-haw]

The two of you

Adam x reader x Anthony

It's time... @natdoesthings let's start 2020 right.

Prompt: Adam's girl is a little unhappy, missing some events from the past

Warnings: Threesome, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking, mentions of professor x student, meantions of cheating (but everyone is okay with it)

Like 3.7k words

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It really wasn't his fault. It was your head that was somewhere else.

"Sorry." He muttered under his breath, letting his naked form rest beside you.

You gave him a weak smile and shook your head. After a week or two, you got tired of faking orgasms, so you just stopped. Adam was heartbroken. He loved you and he wanted to make you feel good, but he failed almost every night.

It was very awkward for him, so he never actually talked about it. He just kept promising to himself that he would be better next time. He did every little thing he knew you loved, but nothing happened. So he decided he needed to talk to you before it ruined your relationship.

"Is there something wrong?" He said shyly. "I mean… Am I doing something wrong?"

"What are you talking about?" You laid your head on his chest.

"Y/N." He took a deep breath. "When was the last time I made you come?"

You felt your face going red as silence filled the room. Part of you knew that the reason you stopped faking it was that you wanted him to notice you were bored, but now that he did, you were afraid to hurt his feelings.

"That doesn't matter." You lied.

"Of course it does." He sighed. "Is there anything I can do?"

You shut you eyes and hid your face on his chest. God, how long you waited for him to ask you that…

"Slap me." You said against his skin.

"What?" His heart stopped for a moment.

"Please." You raised your head to face him.

He had a curious expression on. Didn't look like the idea offended him, he simply didn't expect that. So you bended over beside him, head on the mattress and ass in the air. He took a moment to run his eyes through your whole body in that position. It was new to him. He sat down and started running his fingers through your spine, starting on your neck and stopping on your butt, where he raised his hand and hit you. It was so weak, but you moaned to encourage him.

"Again, daddy." You said.

"Daddy?" He watched you with the same confused expression he had before.

"Yes." You smiled at him. "Do it. Try not to hold yourself back now."

He raised his hand again and hit you as weakly as before.

"Oh, for fucks sake." You muttered, removing his hand from your butt so you could sit down next to him.

"What's going on, Y/N?" He said, clearly annoyed.

"It doesn't work if you look terrified and not terrifying, you know?" You rolled your eyes.

"And why the hell would I want to look terrifying?" He raised his voice. "You're acting really weird. Since when are you into these stuff?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but closed it immediatly. Well… It was since that day you two had promised you'd never talk about.

A few months ago, Adam absolutely lost his mind. He found a guy who looked exactly like him. And suddently, it became an obsession. You knew nothing about it, until that day.

*Flash back on*

"Y/N, you have to listen to me." Adam begged.

"Listen to you?" You yelled at him. "You sell me like a prostitute and want me to accept it?"

"No, you don't understand." He ran his hands through his hair, walking around the room. "I didn't sell you and it's not what you think. He just wants to meet you."

"You just set me up on a date with a stranger… I'm your fucking girlfriend." You cried.

"This is the only way he will leave us alone, baby." He approached to wipe your tears. "I just want this to be over, so we can move on."

You thought about it for a moment. If that's what you had to do so Adam would stop with that stupid obsession, you had to do it.

Later, on the same day, you sat on the sofa dressed up for your date. Adam didn't want you to call it that, but you did it to piss him off. When you heard someone knocking on the door, he gave you a worried look, and you nodded sadly.

But when he opened the door, you understood him. You felt dizzy and your heart raced.

Anthony entered the appartment and stood beside Adam. They were exactly the same person. Except for one thing: Anthony was the only one in the room who didn't seem uncomfortable at all. He looked confident, maybe even arrogant.

Your head was still spinning, but you stood up and walked towards the two men who looked at you with opposite expressions. It was crazy how much they looked alike, but you could feel completely different energies from both as you stood between them, running your eyes through every detail of Anthony's body.

He reached for your hand, making you gasp. But that didn't stop him. He grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He said.

His voice. It was Adam's voice.

"But we should go." He continued. "We don't want to miss our reservation."

You looked at Adam and you could see the pain in his eyes. He hated seeing you in that situation. But he was afraid of what Anthony would do to you if he didn't follow his rules.

"It's okay." Adam encouraged you with a weak smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"You'll be fine, princess." Anthony cut him. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to. It's just a nice dinner between friends."

You had no choice. Next thing you knew that was that you were on his motorcycle. Still, he heard no words from you until you were sitting at the restaurant. You showered him with questions. And the way he didn't hesitate to answer any of them… It was messing with your head. Sometimes it felt like you were talking to Adam, but Adam didn't talk like that. Adam was sweet and quiet. But Anthony was… Thrilling.

You wanted to know more about him. That feeling grew after every word, every gesture. You hated yourself for that, but you could easily blame the confusion in your head.

He noticed the change in your behaviour. How you leaned closer and closer to him. How you bit your lip and just couldn't stop staring at him. How you didn't even blush when he rested his hand on your thigh. Actually, you looked at him with pure fire in your eyes.

He kept his promised. He asked if you wanted to go to his hotel room with him. And you wanted to.

Thoughts of Adam's sad face haunted you on the way, almost making you give up. The thought of him being lonely at home while you were with another man broke your heart. But wasn't he the one who put you in that situation anyway?

And those thoughts vanished as quickly as Anthony had you pinned on the wall, his lips on your neck and his hands on your hips.

You two didn't get any sleep that night. He fucked you in ways you could never have imagined. He had you calling him daddy before even getting your clothes off.

With Adam it was so different. It was intense, it was amazing… It was lovemaking. It was all about the two of you sharing a strong and deep connection.

But with Anthony… It was pure lust. It was all about getting as much pleasure as you could. He didn't care about you. He treated you like a whore, because that was all you were to him. But you didn't think you would enjoy it that much…

The next morning, Anthony drove you home and told Adam that he would keep his word, and disappear forever. He gave your forehead a kiss and left.

The moment Adam closed the door, you broke down in tears. You told him you and Anthony fucked all night and you felt terrible for doing that to him. He pretended it was okay, that you were just confused and it was all his fault anyway. But it was clear nothing was okay. He was hurt. And so were you.

That's why you two promised right at that moment that nobody would talk about that night ever again.

*Flash back off*

You sighed and laid down on your back.

"Forget it, okay?" You stroked his face gently.

"Did Anthony make you come?" He said darkly, staring at nothing.

"I thought we wouldn't get into this." You removed your hand from his face.

"Answer me." He insisted.

"Two or three times." You admited.

"That's where you learned these stuff, isn't it? Did you call him daddy?"

"Adam." You felt you were going to cry if he kept making you feel guilty like that. "I love you. I don't care what happened. It was only one night, and I did it for you."

"Right." His body relaxed beside you, but his mind could never.

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When you woke up, you found out that Adam had left already. Unusual, but not surprising. You knew he was upset. So you decided that you had to make up for it. Even if you had to fake it again, you loved that man and you didn't want to make him sad and insecure.

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Adam didn't talk to you all day, no texts, no calls, nothing. When you got home from work, you found him sitting on the sofa, and he quickly stood up when he saw you.

"Hey, baby." You smiled at him. "I'm happy you're home, I really need to talk to you about last night, I…"

"Did you miss me?" He interrupted you.

"Yeah?" You furrowed your eyebrows and approached him. "Haven't seen you all day."

"Y/N." You heard another voice calling you across the room, making you jump.

When you turned around, you found Adam. So you looked again to the man who greeted you before. Wasn't that Adam? Or is the other one Adam? You took a step back, looking at both and hoping to wake up soon. You couldn't believe that the nightmare was back.

"Sorry, honey." The first man you saw when you came said. "I'm not Adam."

"What are you doing here?" You felt your stomach drop. "I thought you were going to leave us alone."

"I was." He shrugged. "But I heard someone in this room never forgot our special night..."

"Hey." Adam cleaned his throat, making the two of you look at him. "Could you wait for me to leave before this starts?"

"Before what starts?" Your head hurted, you weren't ready to see them together again. You had forgotten how similar they were, since you had such different memories from both.

"She doesn't know?" Anthony chuckled.

"She wouldn't let me do this." Adam replied.

"I'm right here." You rolled your eyes. "Stop talking about me like I wasn't."

"Your boyfriend called me today, Y/N." Anthony started.

"I can't believe this." You slowly began to understand it.

"Don't be upset, my love." Adam approached and tried to touch your face, but you dodged his touch. "I thought about what you said last night and you're right. You did horrible things for me. Now I have to do this for you. I just want to see you happy."

"But I am happy with you." You protested.

"Sorry to interrupt." Anthony said. "But I'm not here to steal you from him, Y/N. We have to make something very clear: he loves you enough to let other man fuck you, just because he knows he can't satisfy you. And I don't see you as anything but a little fuck toy. A very pretty one."

You saw Adam close his hand on a fist, but he kept a calm expression on his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He sighed, turning his back to you.

"Adam, wait." You grabbed his arm. "Please, stay."

"It's fine, baby." He forced a smile.

"Don't you want another night like that, honey?" Anthony asked cockly.

"Yes." You didn't let go of Adam's arm. "I want Anthony to fuck me."

"It's painful enough to think about it, Y/N." Adam said sadly. "You don't want me to sit and watch, do you?"

"No, I don't want you to sit and watch." You blushed, not being able to believe what you were going to say. "I want you to join us."

"What?" Adam turned around to face you again.

"I want both of you." You turned to Anthony. "Is that okay?"

"Interesting." He chuckled darkly. "You're a lot dirtier than I thought. So what do you say, Adam? Why don't you stay, so I can teach you a thing or two about your girl?"

"Don't talk like you knew her." Adam started walking towards Anthony with a furious expression.

"I think I do." Anthony didn't even flinch. "Cause you begged for my help. While I didn't ask for yours when it was my turn with her. And I think I've done a pretty unforgettable job, tell him, babygirl."

The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. That, and the fact that Adam and Anthony were now face to face, about to start a fight at any moment.

"Stop." You told them. "I can take both of you, there's no reason to fight."

"I'm sure you can." Anthony said, without breaking eye contact with Adam.

"Adam?" You called him sweetly.

"If that's what you want." He weren't as sure as Anthony, but he needed to show him who you belonged to.

"He seems a little stressed." Anthony teased. "Help him relax, Y/N. Come closer."

You approached and Anthony gestured for you to stand between the two men, facing Adam.

"Now take off all of your clothes." Anthony said firmly. "And get on your knees."

You obbeyed quickly. You looked up and when you made eye contact with Adam, you almost told them to stop everything, cause there was no way that was going to work. He looked hurt by seeing you so easily dominated by his enemy.

"You must be loving this." Anthony said, standing in front of you, beside Adam. "Having two daddies to obbey tonight."

You sent Adam a worried look. He didn't seem to like when you called him "daddy" last night.

"Unless…" Anthony noticed your expression. "She doesn't call you daddy? Man, she loves that. It's okay, babygirl. I'll be your daddy, then."

"Of course she does." Adam lied. "Tell him who's your daddy, babygirl."

You almost moaned just by hearing that. Those two men fighting over you... Adam turning into such a dom… You never thought you would hear those words from him.

"Adam." You said with a smirk.

There were two good reason to say that: Adam would get more confident. And you would hurt Anthony's ego, that way he would get rougher.

"Then why am I here?" Anthony clearly didn't expect that. "A good daddy doesn't need another man to make his girl come."

"I don't know why you're here." You shrugged. "I didn't invite you."

Adam and Anthony exchanged looks.

"You see, Adam…" Anthony sighed. "I'm gonna have to teach her not to talk back."

"She's ours tonight." Adam seemed to finally be getting into it. "Do whatever you have to do."

Anthony nodded and grabbed you by the hair, making you stand up. You let out a few grunts as he pulled you across the room and forced you to bend over on the sofa, ass turned to Anthony, but eyes glued to Adam's.

"I'm not here to waste my time or to let little brats like you disrespect me, did you hear me?" He said rasply, before giving your butt a loud slap.

Adam's eyes widened. When you asked him to slap you the night before, he didn't think you wanted him to hurt you like that. But now, watching Anthony hit you another two times and seeing in your face that you wanted more… He didn't want to be careful with you anymore. It was pretty clear that you could handle a lot more than he expected.

"Stop." Adam said, making you and Anthony freeze. "Bring her back here."

"Did you learn your lesson?" Anthony grabbed your hair one more time, bringing you back to Adam.

"I did." You looked at Adam, but couldn't read his expression. "I promise I will behave now."

"Good." Adam said drily. "Now get back on your knees."

You obbeyed and watched him opening his zipper.

"Remember the good old days, love?" Adam continued. "When you liked to suck my cock under my desk at school? Best student I ever had."

"So you had good days?" Anthony chuckled, standing beside the other man. "What happened?"

Adam was furious with all that mocking, and he was going to take it out on you. He pulled his cock out and immediatly shoved it in your mouth, without giving you time to think. But you were loving his new attitude, so you didn't complain, just started sucking him off.

You were so focused on what you were doing that you didn't notice when Anthony also freed his cock, which was now hitting your cheek. You grabbed it with your hand and started to stroke him as you continued sucking on Adam's. But after a while, you decided to switch, removing Adam's cock from your mouth, making him moan annoyed, but soon you started to pump him with your hand as you took Anthony in your mouth.

"Fuck, that's it, babygirl." Anthony moaned, sending a smirk to Adam.

"Want to suck him off while I fill you up?" Adam said, removing your hand from him.

When you nodded eagerly, Anthony seemed to like the idea too, so he got on his knees in front of you and Adam got down on one knee behind you, making you moan in anticipation. You couldn't see what was going on behind you, all you knew was that, suddently, there was a sharp pain on your butt. Did Adam slap you? That hard? Your eyes rolled back and you chocked on Anthony's dick.

"Easy there, love." Anthony laughed.

"Whore." Adam said, shoving two fingers inside you. "You get this wet by sucking off another man in front of your boyfriend?"

You and Anthony couldn't believe what you were hearing. But he got you crying out in pleasure.

"Focus." Anthony grabbed your face.

But when Adam finally got his cock inside you, you removed Anthony from your mouth so you could call his name.

"Didn't you say you could take both at the same time?" Anthony stroked himself, clearly frustrated.

"I can… Fuck, Adam…" You smiled widely as your boyfriend absolutely pounded you from behind. "Fuck my mouth, Anthony."

"Right, shut her up." Adam said, hitting you one more time.

"Daddy!" You screamed before opening your mouth for Anthony.

Anthony pushed himself back into your mouth and held you by the hair, moving his hips fast, as you kept both hands holding tightly to the rug. You shut your eyes and allowed yourself to feel as full as possible, hearing the beautiful symphony that Adam and Anthony's moans created in the air.

Adam was the first one to come. Then he removed his cock from you and started to rub your clit. Anthony didn't take much longer. You swallowed his come automatically and he also removed himself from you. You felt a little empty now, but Anthony laid your head on his lap, and kept your ass in the air so Adam continued rubbing you until you came hard, collapsing into Anthony's lap.

Anthony coldly stood up, leaving you there, lying on the floor.

"Come on, the rest is boyfriend job." He chuckled, fixing his clothes. "My job here is done."

Adam picked you up gently, placing a kiss on your head and taking you to the sofa.

"Right, your job here is done." Adam said without even looking at him, just stroking your face in adoration.

Anthony approached and leaned down to kiss your lips, earning a death stare from Adam.

"You have my number." He whispered to you, but you knew he was mostly talking to Adam. "Call me if you need anything."

That being said, Anthony left. Maybe now it was forever. But you weren't so sure anymore.

"How are you feeling, my angel?" Adam asked, filling your face with kisses.

"I feel great." You chuckled. "Stop trying to make me forget you did it again. Set me up with him again."

"I'm sorry." He sighed. "I thought you wanted to. And I know you would never ask."

"He was pretty irrelevant here." You shrugged. "In the end, you're the one who made me come."

"Well… he did have a few things to teach me about you." He admited. "Babygirl."

"Are you kidding me?" You but your lip. "You had me at that throwback to the time you were my professor."

"Did you miss that?" He smirked.

"As fuck." You sighed. "I just think you were too nice. You can definitely spank me like that more often."

"I was nice because you were a good girl." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Now you've changed."

There was a little moment of silence.

"What are you thinking about?" You ran your hand through his hair.

"I'm thinking about taking you to work one of these days. Calling you when the class is empty, remember?" He said, and you nodded, smiling widely. "And reminding you who you belong to."

"Fucking burn Anthony's number!" You laughed as he climbed on top of you.

Now it was only the two of you.

[gyllenhaalics]

Pygmalion

This is for the lovely and inspiring @jakegyllenhaalsupportgroup​ (a.k.a @ijustreallylovezebras​)’s Crisis Writing Challenge

The prompt was: “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace,  against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

A/N: I registered under my main natdoesthings

Warning: This is trippy af. It's loosely based on the story of Pygmalion and Galatea. Don't worry, no drug is involved, Jake just decides to trip his balls reading a script.

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x imaginary lover

Summary: If her eyes were beautiful, she didn't have the right nose or the right lips. If she had an ideal body shape, her voice was off by ten miles. If he found nothing to complain about her appearance, then her acting was atrocious. And when she succeeded in capturing the essence of the role? He saw nothing but a blasphemous mockery of HER image.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. This is purely fictional.

Word count: 1200+

Tag: @realovesthings​ (it’s not smut, but definitely caffeinated)

"Jake, you have to make up your mind."

"About?"

The director pinches the creases between his eyebrows and lets out a long sigh. He lays down a list of names in front of the actor. These are the actresses who have auditioned for the leading female role. Jake takes a look through the names and the written notes next to them. Many of the names are unfamiliar, but some stand out. Either they are famous in the industry, or he has worked with them before.

"I think I've made myself clear about this."

Jake tries to be as polite as possible, but he almost can't hide his displeasure. None of these women fits the role. The director starts to regret letting him take part in the casting process. But since the actor is also the EP who single-handedly finances this whole production, he couldn't say no to Jake's request.

"Jake, I'm going to be blunt. You're being difficult."

"No, I'm being thorough. You know how important this project is to me."

Jake stands up from his chair and takes long strides outside. He needs to get some fresh air. He finds himself just as annoyed and frustrated as the other man. The actor buries his face into his hands. He exhales, trying to relieve the stress.

Jake knows it's unfair of him to reject everyone like the way he did. Some of the auditions were genuinely great, but none feels right for him. There is always something amiss. If her eyes were beautiful, she didn't have the right nose or the right lips. If she had an ideal body shape, her voice was off by ten miles. If he found nothing to complain about her appearance, then her acting was atrocious. And when she succeeded in capturing the essence of the role? He saw nothing but a blasphemous mockery of HER image.

...

Her.

His eyes strain on the actress in front of him, trying to take in everything. He can hear her voice, but he cannot pay attention to the words. The resemblance is too striking. Her face, even down to the imperfections, looks like it has been carved out from the script. Her voice seeps into his mind like the sweetest nectar, exactly how he has imagined it. And her body. God, what he wouldn't give to hold her in his arms, to feel the warmth of her body against his.

After finishing her line, the actress turns her head and meets his intense gaze. Jake swallows his guilt. He feels like he has defiled her with the way he looks at her, but she doesn't look like she was offended. And then she smiles at him. A jolt of shock runs down Jake's spine.

...

Jake springs from his bed. His shirt is damp, his ears are ringing, and there is a terrible thumping in his chest. The script slightly crumples under the weight of this hand. He must have fallen asleep reading it last night.

"You feeling alright?"

The actor quietly shakes his head. The director pats Jake on his slouching back. He has agreed to reassess some of the auditions in the hope of finding something. Jake has no clue what he wants to find, but he's even more miserable than before.

That night wasn't the only time she appears. Since then, she has frequently come to him in his dream. Sometimes she is a nobody actress auditioning for the role. Sometimes he sees them both on the set talking to each other, though he can never remember what she says. But the worst ones are the nightmares of him sitting alone in the dark auditorium, watching her on the silver screen. Her images fill his vision as she wraps her arms around "him", and "Jake" has her in his embrace as well.

"I understand, I do. But don't let this get to your head, Jake."

He knows what his colleague is going to say next. Jake shuts his eyes as if that would also block the words out of his mind. He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to accept it, even though he knows how irrational it may be.

"She isn't real, Jake. She's just a..."

"I love her."

If it has gotten to this point, he doesn't care anymore. It was a bad idea to confide his feelings to the director. He soon understood nobody could understand. How can they? It is too bizarre to claim he is in love with a fictional character. Even Jake knows that, but he cannot stop loving her, cannot stop yearning for her. And every day, he has to wake up with the realization that she doesn't exist. That is the true nightmare.

"That makes no fucking sense."

The other man scoffed as he pushes a glass of brow liquid toward Jake. How does anyone expect him to respond to that?

"I loved her against reason."

Jake mumbles, hiding his face on the bar table. The rest of his words is unintelligible.

"Excuse me? Was that Charles Dickens?"

Jake doesn't respond. He has finally lost it. The director thinks to himself as he downs the whole shot of whiskey, then proceeds to pour himself another. This project will most likely get scraped if they cannot agree on the leading actress. And while he has a few names in mind, it's useless if Jake refuses to work with her.

"Hey, why did you write her that way?"

It takes a moment for the director to register that Jake was talking about the script.

"I thought I told you already, did you forget? I didn't write it."

Jake lifts his face. It seems he did forget about something like that. The director never repeated that piece of information because he didn't think anyone would care. After all, it's not like they're stealing from anyone, they're still going to give the writer proper credit.

"A friend of mine wrote it. I read the script and immediately thought of you, it's like it was written with you in mind, Jake. So I made an offer and told her I would try to get you onboard."

"And?"

"She was thrilled, but when I asked her to come here. She declined."

Just when the director is about to take another sip of whiskey, Jake grabs his shoulders. The actor starts bombarding him with questions. Half of those questions may have been too private for him to answer. He may have told Jake that she is currently in this city to work on another of her projects. And he may also have blurted out she's renting his apartment. Jake rushes out of the bar, grabs his coat, and stumbles a few times on the way.

He finds himself standing across the street, looking at a moderately sized apartment building. He kind of regrets now. For all he knows, this has only been a hazy daydream for him. What if she looks nothing like the woman from his dream, which is most likely the case? Maybe he has had one too many drinks. Maybe he should go now before someone thinks he's a stalker.

As Jake moves his feet, planning on leaving, he hears a burst of familiar laughter coming from the other side of the road. He frantically looks for the source of it, and there he finds her. She is greeting the doorman, her back facing him. He can only see the outline of her cheeks and jawline, and the body frame that's well hidden underneath a thick winter coat.

But that's enough.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

I cast my vote for Black and Blue, the series is probably one of the best fics I've read in years! It's been a hectic month, I will get my thoughts out for the latest BnB as soon as I get stuff done.

Aww thank you so much!! 😊 thanks for sticking with me through the hectic run that had been the writing of BAB so ofc you can cast your vote for its final chapter 🥰

NMM: 5 // (Gwil!)Brian: 2 // BAB: 7 // Calum: 8 // Ashton: 4

HALF AN HOUR LEFT TO VOTE

[jakegyllenhaalsupportgroup]

Does each roommates group have their own house rules? Like Jake and the Davids will have a different set of house rule than Donnie and Louis? Robert/Ennis and Colter/Jeff are probably quite relaxed about theirs? Jamie and Edward have rules that mostly apply to Jamie? Morf & Quentin's house rules are just down right ridiculous and petty?

lol I wrote up house rules for some of them so this is the first part of the JGCU House Rules, I’ll do the rest of them some other time on a different post if someone requests haha

Loki, David and Jake

1) Family dinner at least once a week, taking turns cooking

2) Loki can’t only eat bakery food every day and must have at least one real meal per day

3) David has to tell us when he has a panic attack and say if he feels anxious so that we can help

4) Jake has to update us regularly on the Y/N situation Jake and Y/N must not have sex during the day

5) David and Loki have to get at least some sleep every night (I’ll know!)

6) Loki needs to stop threatening Lou’s life

7) Loki and David need to stop consuming unhealthy amounts of coffee

8) Jake needs to stop hiding the coffee

9) Jamie needs to stop bringing his one night stands here “just because it’s closer”

10) 

Morf and Quentin

1) Morf is no longer allowed to talk to girls that Quentin likes as he will criticise her clothes

2) Quentin has to stop telling said girls that Morf has “issues”

3) Morf has to stop making decorative changes to Quentin’s room

4) Quentin has to get better taste

5) Jamie needs to take his one nights stands to Jamie’s room rather than Quentin’s

6) Quentin needs to stop getting offended when Morf tells Jamie’s one night stands that Quentin has a range of STDs

7) Morf needs to stop leaving his glasses in Quentin’s room

8) Quentin (genuinely) needs to go to the optitions and get his own prescription

9) Morf has to clean up Derek’s shit

10) Derek is BOTH Morf and Quentin’s responsibilities, not just Morf’s, it was Quentin who agreed to keep the rodent anyway

Edward, Jamie (+ Tony)

1) Jamie must not walk around naked with others at home

2) Jamie must not throw parties without first asking Edward

3) Jamie must stop watching Bake Off the day before Edward when Edward has a late lecture that night so that he can use it as blackmail

4) Jamie must get rid of his own one-night stands before going to lectures

5) Jamie must close the door when he is with a one night stand

6) Jamie must never take his one night stand into Edward’s room “for a change of scenery”

7) Jamie is limited to playing the Avenger’s theme when he walks into a room to ten times a week

8) Jamie must stop telling the neighbours it’s Edward who watches High School Musical at full volume at three in the morning

9) Jamie must stop watching High School Musical without Edward

10) Edward must stop making rules or Jamie won’t help next time Edward looses his key

Donnie and Louis

1) Donnie needs to stop introducing Lou as a “creepy coyote-type thing”

2) Donnie needs to stop making Lou watch Romcoms

3) Lou needs to stop watching serial killer documentaries at two in the morning and instead watch more romcoms

4) Lou needs to stop talking to Jamie’s one night stands

5) Lou needs to stop following Loki to his classes and just face that Loki doesn’t like him

6) Donnie and Robert need to stop making Lou watch Disney films as “a hangover cure”

7) Lou needs to start drinking on nights out

8) Donnie needs to stop offering Jack Lou’s bed to sleep in

9) Lou needs to stop sending photos of Robert and Donnie sharing a bed onto the group chat

10) Donnie needs to stop using Lou’s phone for his alarms

[gyllenhaalstories]

natdoesthings a réagi à votre photo “finals finale summary: the sequel to you’re doing amazing sweetie...”

ASDFGHJKL!!!! I'M SO DEAD!!! ������

!!!!!!!! I’m so happy you liked it, dear!!!!!! this made my day!

[kashimos-hajime]

How many days has it been? I still cannot get over Jake's photoshoot in France. It keeps popping up in my head during work I can't focus on anything. Help?

👀👀👀

[angelic-holland]

Agree with the anon about Cherry. Movies like that are extremely heavy on both the actor's psyche and body. I'm glad Tom takes some time off to recover. Like, I adore actors like Jake G, and I love these types of films. But man, I'm afraid for them sometimes.

Yeah they can do phenomenal work and they are stellar performers but I’m also like “ok I hope they take it easy and aren’t hurting themselves psychologically for their craft”

[ijustreallylovezebras]

Hello, I would like a ask about the Crisis Writing Challenge. Does the prompt strictly mean it must be quoted in the story? Anyway, I think this is a really awesome idea, hope you'll get better soon.

Preferably yes but I understand if it’s difficult to get some of the more Victorian kinda ones in exactly as they are so paraphrasing is allowed haha and thanks so do I

I’m having a crisis - come join my writing challenge!!