#tommy cahill fic

[charliehoennam]

from cramps to comfort

a/n: my bestie @harmonity-vibes has been having a bit of a tough day and i just wanted to make something nice for her. luv u, hon 💗

pairing: tommy cahill x f!reader

summary: you're on your period, everything sucks so tommy makes it his mission to help you feel better

warnings: mentions of blood, period, fluff, language, not proof-read

Getting off of work is the only thing you've been looking forward to the entire day. All you can think about is getting home and stewing yourself in a nice, hot bath to relief the aching cramps you’ve been feeling.

The day started off terribly wrong right off the bat. You had felt the cramps settling in the previous day and you even set a pad to try and prevent any accidents, but that was a total failure.

You woke up to the large red stain on your bedsheets and you just knew it was going to be one of those days.

As if the staining paranoia and the gut-twisting cramps weren’t enough to make you constantly uncomfortable, you also struggled to deal with your stupid fucking hormones.

Everything and everyone have been annoying or frustrating you for the past couple days. You hate that you feel like ripping everyone’s heads off and having their spleen for dessert. It’s not their fault; you’ve even managed to piss yourself off to the brink of tears. You just can’t help it.

You had no choice, but to brace yourself for the day. You thought about calling in sick, but you figured you could suck it up and face the day. It’d be over quickly and there was so much that you had to do.

After a hot shower to clean yourself up, you got dressed and took your phone from its charger by your nightstand in your rush to catch up with the clock.

Seeing Tommy’s name on the screen almost makes you forget about the pain.

“Morning, beautiful 🥰 Feeling better? Hoped we could have dinner together tonight?”

You read his message, but you have no time to write back. You’re running late thanks to your alarm and mother nature, so you scramble through your apartment to grab everything you could need.

The minute you lock your door, your phone starts buzzing. You lift it up to see who’s calling you and see your boyfriend’s face smiling back at you.

“Hey, Tommy”

“Morning, baby. You missed your alarm again?”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to set it last night. I really passed out, I was so tired.”

He can hear your footsteps going down the stairs as you make your way to the front entrance.

“Are you feeling any better though? You said you were feeling icky yesterday.”

“And now I know why. I got my period.”

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s not your fault, babe. Just Mother Nature being a bitch.”

“Is there anything I can d-“

“Fucking son of a bitch” you grumble as you push the stuck door to open. “Door never works. Sorry, babe. What did you say?”

“I asked if there’s anything I can do?”

“No, Tommy” you say holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you fish for your bus pass in your bag. “Fuck!” you groan. “Why can’t anything go right today?”

“What happened?”

“I gotta go back for my stupid fucking bus pass. I forgot it at home.”

“Baby, lemme give you a ride. I’m just a couple blocks over anyways.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be going to work? I don’t wanna make you late.”

“You won’t be, alright? Just wait there and I’ll pick you up, ok?”

“Alright, Tommy. Thank you so much.”

“See you in ten minutes, babe.”

You hang up and sit on the curb to wait for your boyfriend. The cold air tightens your muscles and you’re reminded of the pain in your core. You took medicine in your morning rush, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to numb it out entirely.

You sit and wait with your head tucked down over your arms. You’re so ready for the day to end.

Tommy soon arrives to pick you up as promised, but the wide grin on his face quickly disappears when he realizes how shitty you’re actually feeling.

It breaks his heart to see you in pain and feeling down in the dumps. He’s got a natural instinct for making people laugh and feel good. Not being able to do even that makes him feel useless.

It reminds him of the mental breakdown his brother went through years ago. Although he's gotten better and was able to return to his family a recovered man, depression hits him from time to time when he remembers what he had to endure.

Tommy never fails to cheer him up and remind him that he's a survivor. He might not be a doctor, but he does whatever he can to remind his loved ones that they are loved.

He listens to you vent on route to your workplace, making encouraging remarks when you mention your driving test is today during your lunch break. Tommy does his best to lift your spirits and reminds you of how well you’ve done during his lessons.

He’d been teaching you for the past couple weeks and, although he says you’ve improved a lot, you’re still nervous about the test because the instructor you were paired up with wasn’t exactly the friendliest of folks. It also didn’t help that Tommy is your boyfriend; he could be a little biased.

As you arrive at work, you thank him for the ride and kiss him good-bye. The hand he sets on your cheek makes you want to cancel the entire day just to be with him.

“Hey… All you gotta do is try the best you can today. And if it doesn’t go well, there’s always a tomorrow.”

His gentle voice chases your worries away.

“I know, baby. Thank you. Wish me luck?”

“All the luck in the world, sweetheart. Lemme know how it goes?”

“I will,” he pecks you once more before you climb out of his truck.

“Dinner at your place or mine?” he questions rolling the window down.

“Uhm, mine? Is that ok?”

“Fine by me, beautiful. Have a nice day. Love you!”

“Love you too” you chuckle and step back to let him roll the window back up. Tommy waits until you’re safely in the building to drive away.

Despite your best efforts, the day does not go as well as you had hoped.

The driving test was a total dud. Your instructor was a grade-A asshole. Your boss is riding you over some stupid report he managed to lose and accused you of not handing it in. Your insides feel like knives are churning in your walls. The headache you already took a second dose of painkillers after lunch still persists.

You can’t stop watching the clock and it seem that, as it gets closer to clock-out, time seems to go by even slower.

While you wither away at work, Tommy heads to the local drugstore. Standing the middle of the aisle, he stares at the vast variety of pads and tampons with a store basket in hand.

"What the f-" he whispers to himself as his eyes roam around in confusion. "Why does there have to be so many?"

His brows furrow like he's trying to build a spaceship. He picks one up to read the packaging. It might as well be in a foreign language because nothing makes sense to him.

He has no idea what difference between a pantyliner and overnight pad is. He doesn't understand why the tampons come in sizes.

Desperately confused, he whips his phone to dial his brother's number.

"Sam, hey! You got a minute?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I'm trying to get some lady shit for my girlfriend, but I don't understand any of this stuff."

"Yeah, I've been there before."

"Like how do i know what her size is? Is it like the size of her lady bits?"

"No," Sam chuckles. "It's according to her flow."

"How the fuck do i know that?"

"Just get the medium tampons when in doubt. And I'd suggest taking overnight pads. Some girls don't like sleeping with tampons."

"Alright. What are wings though? Should I get them with or without the wings?"

"They're like parts that open up and stick to the underwear, so it doesn't keep moving around. I always get the ones with wings."

Tommy nods and places the phone to hold with his shoulder as he grabs the products from the shelves and sets them in the basket.

"You should probably take some Pamprin too. Midol doesn't work for every girl."

"What the fuck is that?" he frowns.

"Medicine for cramps, Tommy. And my tip? When you're in her bathroom, take pictures of the brands she uses so you don't forget."

"Fuck, I didn't think of that. I gotta do that. Thanks, man."

With 5 minutes left of the extra hours you had to put in due to the driving test, you gather your things and head to the bathroom for a quick tampon change before starting your journey home on the bus.

You haphazardly wrap your scarf around your neck and hook your jacket on to finally make your long-awaited exit, thankfully the day is done.

The door flies open as you eagerly walk outside, but you freeze in your stride as you see Tommy standing in the parking lot, stood against his truck smoking a cigarette as he waits for you in the blistering cold.

He grins watching your face light up at the surprise.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“Not too long,” he lies. He’s freezing his balls off, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it, especially since the intention was to surprise you. “I thought you could use a ride.”

“I most definitely can,” you nod walking towards him as he stomps his cigarette out.

He flashes a dopey smile as he cranes his head to kiss you hello. He tastes like smoke, but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy to see him and to feel his prickly beard on your skin.

“Got a couple things for you,” he smirks down at you.

“Oh? Like what?”

“You gotta get home and see,” he chuckles slyly.

You and Tommy had given each other a copy of your home keys as a special milestone in your relationship. It was a major step for him. His time in prison taught him to appreciate his freedom and personal space more, so allowing you to come and go freely meant he trusts you beyond comprehension.

“Just tell me there’s food. I really don’t wanna cook tonight.”

“There’s food, baby. I promise,” he smirks opening the passenger door to help you climb inside.

After a short straight drive home, you head up to your apartment and gasp as you walk inside.

On the table, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers set in a pretty vase. That wasn’t there before. On the breakfast bar, you see you a box of pizza along with your favorite chips and chocolates all arranged neatly.

“There’s your favorite Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer too. And,” he pauses to walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bag off the counter. “I wasn’t sure what products you like better. I don't really understand this stuff but I got you medium tampons, night pads, Pamprin and some fuzzy socks,” he grins proudly. “I just thought they were cute.”

You laugh as you walk over to hug him, tears prickling at your eyes.

“Baby, this is so thoughtful. Thank you so much.”

 “Are you crying?” he asks worriedly.

“Yeah, but to be fair, I’ve cried like three time today already. It’s beyond my control. I’m just so tired and in pain all the time.”

“Aw, baby. I’m sorry. That’s gotta be tough. Is there anything else I can do? I-I can run you a bath? Hot water helps, right?” You nod in agreement.

The bubble bath you soak in melts your pain away. It could just be the medicine working, but the warmth of the water provides the relief you’ve been seeking the whole day.

Looking over at the feminine products on the bathroom sink counter, you smile to yourself wondering how you had managed to get so lucky with Tommy.

He might be a little rough around the edges. He smokes, he curses like a sailor, he’s got a temper, but he also takes care of you so well unlike any of your exes ever have before or at least he tries to.

“How you doing in there, sweetheart?” he smiles, snapping you out of your thoughts as he leans in the doorway already dressed in his warm sweatpants and white t-shirt.

“This feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”

“I don’t mean to rush you, baby. But the pizza’s all heated up. You need to eat too.”

“I know, I’m just so tired to move.”

“Yeah? Do you want me to help?” he asks genuinely worried. “I can dry you off and-and, you know…p-put it in you?”

You follow his hands as he reaches for the open box of tampon and takes one out to study it curiously.

“How the hell do you get this inside though?” he asks frowning confusedly as he lifts the box to read the instructions.

“Where’s the applicator? Wait, was I supposed to buy that too? Does that come separately?”

Despite his eagerness to help, you can tell he’s slightly nervous of the idea of putting a tampon in you. The instruction and the product alone have him so baffled.

Your laughs echo through the bathroom as he blushes and chuckles along shyly.

“I’m just saying, I ain’t scared of a little blood.”

“Thanks, babe. But I got it under control.”

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Masterlist:

Stars Align: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

• Part 8

• Part 9 - Final

The Containment Diaries: Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Entry 1

• Entry 2

• Entry 3

• Entry 4

• Entry 5

• Entry 6

• Entry 7

• Entry 8

• Entry 9

• Entry 10

• Entry 11

• Entry 12 - Final

The Witching Hour: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6

• Chapter 7

• Chapter 8

• Chapter 9

Blessed Be: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6 - Final

Predator and Prey: Tommy Cahill x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six

• Chapter Seven

• Chapter Eight

• Chapter Nine - Final

Star Crossed: Detective David Loki x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six - Final

Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Pilot Kelson x Reader:

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5 - Final

[gyllenhaalstories]

DON'T LET THE GRINCH STEAL CHRISTMAS — TOMMY CAHILL 🎄

summary: not even a christmas miracle can save a familly dinner with the cahills from turning into a debacle.

warnings: i'm quoting a scene from the movie but i'm taking creative liberties, food & eating, curse words, family feud, smut (quickie, semi public sex, pussy eating & fingering). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2440

photo credits: me (@/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/saradika & @/saradika-graphics

notes: ending a second year with a tommy fic just felt right. ❤️💚 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"This food is great, Elsie. Thank you." Tommy broke the awkward silence that loomed over the dinner table. Despite the smaller plate full of discarded peas in front of him, he still enjoyed the homemade dinner offered to him.

You opened your mouth to thank the older woman, too, for being such a lovely host but you were cut off by a wave of arrogance and bitterness that washed over your side of the table.

"Compared to what?" Hank Cahill huffed mockingly.

You helped Tommy's youngest niece and silently prayed that this would not degenerate for the sake of the kids. But of course it would. It was not a proper dinner at the Cahills if it did not end up in a screaming match. "Let it go." You leaned closer to your boyfriend to whisper those words, but your attempt at calming him down was, rightfully, vain.

Tommy dropped his fork on his plate and threw his hands up, shrugging. "Other food." He sounded defeated, knowing he already lost the fight that had barely started.

"Prison food?" His father retorted.

Tommy was a ticking time bomb around his family. Again, rightfully so. Hank just loved to handle his oldest son like a grenade, throwing him in a ditch once he started the explosion so he would not have to take the blame for the collateral damage. Tommy slammed his closed fist on the table.

"Tommy!" Sam called out his name, so quick to protect his father.

And, just as quickly, Tommy shut up. He reached his arm in front of you so he could reach to the other side, trying to reassure Maggie.

You could feel that he was fuming and he tried to hold it in so things would settle down. Instead, Hank mumbled into his plate and ate a spoonful of green peas.

Unable to handle the tension, Tommy promptly sprang to his feet and walked away to hide in the bathroom.

Nobody ever stood up for Tommy. Elsie would excuse herself to the kitchen. Grace would focus on her daughters. Sam would watch with his mind lost elsewhere and, mostly, without a care for the way his father treated his brother. Nobody truly ever ever stood up for Tommy except you. If Hank took a certain malevolent delight in being mean to his son, you took just as much pleasure in calling him out for it.

You stood up just as promptly as Tommy did and threw your napkin on the table. "With all due respect, mister Cahill..."

That sentence always succeeded in putting an angry smirk on the elderly man's face. He knew you had little to no respect for him, which was exactly what he deserved.

You looked at Maggie and Isabelle, bringing your hands to your ears so they would imitate you. They giggled as they pretended to hum a little sing-song to cover up the sound of your potty mouth. "You have no room to talk as the poor excuse of a father that you are." You took advantage of the fact Tommy was out of the room to lay the truth before his father. He would not allow it otherwise. "Tommy appreciates the hard work your wife did to prepare us a lovely Christmas dinner more than you ever could. He sure as hell didn't learn thankfulness from you and you should be glad he didn't learn how to be an asshole like you 'cause that's all you know how to teach."

Isabelle and Maggie uncovered their ears and resumed to eating and talking to each other. It broke your heart a to witness just how used they had gotten to this dysfunctional family.

You pushed your chair behind you and walked around the table. You stood by the head of it and, on the other side, there was Sam standing up and looking at you with a hint of disdain, but mostly surprise. Even he could not stand up to Hank in such a way. All the bravery and courage and praise about how he was so strong for serving his country so proudly turned into dust when it came to facing a bad guy such as his father. You held his gaze for a few seconds before you huffed, in the same manner as Hank did earlier. "So much for being a hero." You looked at both Sam and Hank one last time before you made a beeline to the bathroom.

*~*~*

You closed the door behind you and took a moment to assess the scene.

Tommy was pacing back and forth in the small bathroom. He looked tense but his demeanour softened when he locked eyes with you. He shrugged, silently apologizing.

"They'll be fine." You reassured him, easily guessing that he worried about his nieces. "You'll be fine too." Your hand reached to his cheek that you stroked lovingly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Tommy nodded, pressing his lips together. He kissed your forehead and lingered, as if he was charging his batteries up and as if they were fuelled by the sweet scent of your perfume and the warmth that emanated from you and comforted him effortlessly. "It's just that—"

You shushed him with a peck on his lips. "Let's forget about it for now, alright?" You were met with a frown and a quizzical gaze. "They're gonna keep on being annoying. They're your family, it's what they do best." He agreed with a shrug. "Your father has already ruined so many things for you. Don't let that angry old man ruin Christmas."

You heard a faint chuckle coming from Tommy. "Like the Grinch?"

You laughed along with him. "Exactly like the Grinch."

He leaned forward for a kiss. He inhaled your scent again and further calmed down. He pulled back with a grin on his face. "I thought it was good that I talked about my feelings?"

"It is!" You defended yourself quickly. It was something you put a lot of emphasis on, to help Tommy better himself like he wanted. All that pent-up anger would lead nowhere if he followed the example of his brother and father. "I'm proud of you for working on that and talking about how you feel with me. You're doing so good at talking."

He mouthed the words 'thank you' but he frowned again while you caressed his arms up and down, the sleeves of his shirt awkwardly following your movements. It took a few seconds, but he caught on. "Let me guess..."

"Enough talking for now." You moved in closer and whispered at his ear. His family made enough noise to cover whatever sounds the two of you could make. You both knew it, it was not the first time you sneaked away from them. "But..." He squinted at you. "It's not a crime to find your boyfriend hot when he's lashing out at other people, right?"

He shook his head, telling you that it was not a crime either for him to think what you did earlier was even hotter. "Yeah, enough talking for now." Tommy smirked and pressed a kiss on your lips, a kiss that got deep and rough in no time. The mood shift was very much welcome.

Your hands caressed their way up to the collar of his shirt, clinging onto it. You kept making out, only taking quick breaks to catch your breath.

Meanwhile, Tommy's hands moved down to your ass and gave it a hard squeeze. He guided you towards the vanity so you could lean on the counter, not once did his lips leave yours. Instead, his tongue invaded your mouth and he swallowed your moans.

You held his face in your hands for a moment or two, enjoying the kiss to the fullest before you moved on to something else.

He pulled his head back when he felt your hand now in his short hair. Tommy smirked and, without any resistance, he let you push down on him until he got on his knees.

"You look so pretty down there." You murmured.

You thought he was too distracted to hear you by the way he hungrily peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs, but the words you spoke sent a wave of pleasure down to his cock. That's not what he wanted to focus on right now.

The main focus was you and the soft whimpers you let out when he kissed your pussy over your panties. You were glad Tommy convinced you to wear a skirt for Christmas dinner.

He grunted, displeased by how his brain reminded he did not have the luxury to take his time. He pushed your panties to the side and held the fabric out of the way with his thumb as the rest of his hand pushed your leg open for him. He buried his tongue between your folds and let out a moan louder than yours.

You covered your mouth with one hand and bunched your skirt up with the other.

Tommy’s tongue lapped at your pussy, closing his eyes blissfully at the taste of you.

You started to move your hips, disregarding the uncomfortable counter that rubbed against your ass. You humped Tommy’s face and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his nose bumped on your clit, and as his tongue teased your entrance.

With his spit and your wetness, it was like your body was begging for him to fuck you. You had to wait for that, and he was already getting impatient. He pushed his middle finger inside of you and sucked on your clit, that was as close as he would get to feeling you wrapped around him.

Luckily for you, the Christmas music coming from the living room kept your activities safe between Tommy and you. There was no way your moans, and Tommy’s, could be heard.

But, to be even more careful, Tommy’s hand on your thigh gave it a squeeze. He flicked his tongue on your clit just how you liked it, pumping his finger in and out of you quite fast.

You abandoned your skirt to put your hand on his head and hold him in place. It was the most subtle way you could think of telling him that he felt so fucking good.

And he knew it. He pulled away for a short moment, just long enough to catch his breath and to give you one of his cocky smirks. His beard was glistening, his lips were wet and his eyes were dark with lust.

You barely had enough time to admire this beautiful sight that he was back at it. His beard burned on your sensitive skin, but, in the heat of the moment, it felt too good to stop. He was making your head fall back in pleasure as you felt the familiar tension of your orgasm approach.

Tommy's finger curled up inside you, finding that sweet spot that made you whimper. His tongue met with your clit and this time, he was not stopping. He was not stopping even if you tried so had to close your legs around him. He was not stopping even if you tried to control the pace with your hand on his head. He wanted, and needed, you to cum and he knew just how much you needed it too.

"Oh, fuck!" You moaned out, immediately biting on your finger to prevent another slip up. You wanted to tell him so badly how close you were, but it was pointless.

He already knew. He sucked on your clit and pumped his middle finger in your wet pussy a few more times until he felt your walls clench tight around him. Tommy fought against your body, just carrying you over the edge until he was convinced you could no longer take it.

Your vision was blurry aside from the little stars that were spinning around Tommy's head when you looked down. You forgot how to breathe, how to move even, until Tommy slowly slid his finger out of you and let you come back to your senses.

The sloppy kiss you shared after that was heavenly. You could taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it only got the two of you even more eager for what would happen the second you were left actually alone.

Tommy adjusted your panties back in their place and flattened your skirt, or, well, he tried to. You looked rough and so did he with his face shiny from your wetness.

You kissed him again, quickly, before you turned the faucet on and helped him wash himself clean as best as you could get it. While the water was running, you moved closer to his ear and asked a rather important question. "So, what's the escape plan?"

Tommy's eyes widened. Right. You guys needed a plan. It was not the first time you sneaked away like that, but he always forgot how awkward it could be. "Can you fake a tummy ache?"

"You're so clever." You chuckled and patted his face dry with a tissues.

The two of you took deep breaths and tried to darken your expression, although it was hard to shake off the pure pleasure you had experienced.

They were surprisingly gullible and believed in your lame excuse, at the exception of Maggie who whispered to her sister that you were one of Santa's elves and uncle Tommy had to drive you to the toy factory. They were so caught up in their conspiracy theory that they barely let you out without a hug, but they rushed to the front door for a kiss goodbye.

Hank looked at his son disapprovingly, Elsie promised to save slices of pie and cake to be picked up when you felt better. Grace smiled and focused her attention back on her kids and her husband.

You got out of there as if nothing happened. As if there had not been a huge fight, as if that same fight had not been resolved by Tommy devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

A last meal that needed to be followed by dessert, Tommy's hand that was on your thigh while he drove his truck home reminded you of the rest of your evening plans. You watched him drive and you played the game of whether he could be patient enough to wait for you two to be home or if he would give up halfway and take you in the back of his pick-up.

Judging by the way Tommy was smiling and beaming, one thing was for sure: the Grinch was not successful in stealing Christmas this year.

[det-loki]

Was it worth getting Apple TV plus for presumed innocent? What are your top 5 fictional characters and when did you start being interested in Jake? I feel like Prisoners was the first time I ever found him scintillatingly hot. Roadhouse is def my favorite recent role of his.

to be completely transparent, the only thing I've watched fully through on apple was Defending Jacob, and I liked that . So far, apple is my least favorite streaming service but that's also because I haven't devoted anytime to trying a new show. I really want to watch Master of The Air, The Morning Show and Ted Lasso. I'll have to get back to you on those!

Forgive me if I misunderstood your question, but I'll answer it both ways!

My favorite fictional characters of ALL TIME are: 1. Detective Loki (Prisoners) 2.Camille Preaker (Sharp Objects) 3.Tim Riggins (Friday Night Lights) 4.Theodore Crain (The Haunting of Hill House 5. Kayce Dutton (Yellowstone) +honorary mentioned: Rust Cohle (True Detective)

My favorite Jake characters: 1. Detective Loki (Prisoners) 2. Davis Mitchell (Demolition) 3. Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko) 4. Billy Hope (Southpaw) 5. Tommy Cahill (Brothers) +honorary mention: Scott Fischer (Everest)

My first memory of seeing Jake in film was Southpaw and Jarhead when I was younger. I fell in LOVE with Southpaw. Then some time passed and I discovered Prisoners. It changed my life, good ways and bad. I had a genuine obsession with that film, I watched it daily. Then came my fic. After the obsession passed, I flew through most of his filmography, watched some interviews and loved Jake as a person. I love how he explained things/his craft, I loved the projects he picked/produced, I loved the way he made space for those around him, with the public interactions he had. He's pretty cool

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Joseph Blake (1917)

Taron Egerton 

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Robin Hood (Robin Hood)

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Rocketman!Ray Williams

Shayne Topp (Smosh)

Damien Haas (Smosh)

Courtney Miller (Smosh)

Jake Gyllenhaal

Detective Loki (Prisoners)

Jamie Randall (Love and Other Drugs)

Louis Bloom (Nightcrawler)

Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko)

Dr David Jordan (Life)

Robert Graysmith (Zodiac)

Adam Bell (Enemy)

Anthony Claire (Enemy)

Colter Stevens (Source Code)

Edward Sheffield (Nocturnal Animals)

Tony Hastings (Nocturnal Animals)

Morf Vandewalt (Velvet Buzzsaw)

Davis Mitchell (Demolition)

Billy ‘The Great’ Hope (Southpaw)

Tommy Cahill (Brothers)

Chris Evans

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)

Ashton Irwin (5 Seconds of Summer)

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[spy-in-the-house]

SpyInTheHouse_674 Fm_Podcast 010 23102017

This video-streamed SpyInTheHouse/674fm-jam by Claus Bachor (Psycho Thrill Cologne) with featured tracks by David Alvarado (2), Rick Wade, Pépé Bradock, Matrix, Moodyman, Nightmares On Wax, Precession (remixed by Mike Huckaby), Nepal, Russ Gabriel, User, Vincent, Jay Clarke, Damon Wild, X-Ternal Pulse, DBX (2), Phuture Scope, Damon Wild & Epi Centrum (2), Posthuman, Damon Wild & Woody McBride, DJ Skull, Monrella, Rennie Foster, Ron Maney (remixed by Cari Lekebusch), Rue East, Blake Baxter (3), Cyber-Funk, Mad Mike/ Underground Resistance (2), Hashim, AUX 88 (4), Induced (remixed by Daniel Lui), Scuba, Induced feat. Martina Cahill, Sunrise Society (2), Sole Tech, E-Dancer, Esser'Ay, 69, Delano Smith, Joey Beltram, Human Resource (remixed by Joey Beltram), Darke Ages, Samuli Kemppi, Jeff Mills, Trancendence, FCL feat. Lady Lynn (remixed by Jovonn), Hunter Hayes feat. MC Daquan (remixed by Richie Jones), Stratosphere and Kerri Chandler.

TRACK LISTING 01 DAVID ALVARADO: Love Has [ C-side from “Ascension” Peacefrog Records PF-085 UK Promo-2x12" | 1999 ] 02 RICK WADE: The Way I Am [ B2-track from “Timeless E.P.” Elypsia Records ELY-05012 BEL Promo-12" | 2017 ] 03 PÉPÉ BRADOCK & THE GRAND BRûLÉ's CHOIR: Deep Burnt [ B-side from “Burning” Kif Recordings KIF S.A-008 FRA Promo-12" | 1999 ] 04 MATRIX [KERRI CHANDLER & DEE DEE BRAVE]: Get Out _ Dance Hall Mix [ B2-track from “Get Out” Madhouse Records Inc. KCT-1000 UK 12" | 1992 ] 05 MOODYMAN [KENNY DIXON JR.]: J.A.N. [ A-side from KDJ KDJ-030 / Record Time US Promo-12" | 2001 ] 06 NIGHTMARES ON WAX [GEORGE EVELYN, KEVIN HARPER, ROBIN TAYLOR-FIRTH]: A Case Of Funk [ A1-track from “Biofeedback / Strange” Warp Records ‎WAP-15P UK Promo-12" | 1991 ] 07 PRECESSION [STEVE O'SULLIVAN]: Sandcastle _ Mike Huckaby Remix [ B-side from “Deep Transportation 02 Limited” Deep Transportation ‎DT-002 US ltd. PictureDisc-12" | 2004 ] 08 NEPAL [NICK LAPIEN]: Glow [ A-side from “Drift” Sequencias ‎SEQ-009 US 12" | 2013 ] 09 RUSS GABRIEL's AUDIO SPECTRUM: Alligator Voodoo [ A2-track from “Pilgrimage EP” Soma Quality Recordings ‎SOMA-036 UK Promo-12" | 1996 ] 10 USER [DARIN MARSHALL & JON WILLIAMS]: Change Constant [ A1-track from “Combine” Organised Noise ON.ONE US 12" | 1997 ] 11 VINCENT: How I Feel [ L-side from “V.A. Klockworks 20.3” Klockworks ‎KW-020.3 GER 2x12" | 2017 ] 12 JAY CLARKE: Perdita [ I1-track from “V.A. Klockworks 20.3” Klockworks ‎KW-020.3 GER 2x12" | 2017 ] 13 X-TERNAL PULSE [Ultradyne / Dennis Richardson & Alexandres Lugo]: Crossphaze [ A1-track from “The Silicon Ghetto EP Vol. 3” Accelerate ‎ACC-003 US 12" | 1993 ] 14 DAMON WILD: Timelapse _ Timemachine Dub [ A2-track from “Subtractive Synthesis IX” Synewave SW-120 US 12" | 2017 ] 15 DBX [DANIEL BELL]: Phreak [ B2-track from “The Silicon Ghetto EP Vol. 3” Accelerate ‎ACC-003 US 12" | 1993 ] 16 DBX [DANIEL BELL]: Back 2 Da Beat [ A2-track from “Ghetto Trax” Accelerate ‎ACC-100 US Promo-12" | 1993 ] 17 DAMON WILD & EPI CENTRUM [JERZY PRZEZDZIECKI]: Clutch [ A1-track from “Produkt” Synewave ‎SW-119 US 12" | 2017 ] 18 PHUTURE SCOPE [DJ PIERRE]: What Is House Muzik? _ Wild Pitch Mix [ A-side from “What Is House Muzik? / Touch Me Right” Emotive Records ‎EM-747-1 US clear-12" | 1994 ] 19 DAMON WILD & EPI CENTRUM: Snatch [ A2-track from “Produkt” Synewave ‎SW-119 US 12" | 2017 ] 20 POSTHUMAN [**]: Try Again [ B1-track from “It's A House Thing EP” Balkan Vinyl BV-020 UK 12" | 2015 ] 21 DAMON WILD & WOODY McBRIDE: Downtown [ B-side from “Life In The Slow Lane” Head In The Clouds H-002 US Promo-12" | 1995 ] 22 DJ SKULL [RON MANEY]: When Will I Be Free _ Mike Dearborn Remix [ A-side from “When Will I Be Free (Remixes)” Majesty Recordings MAJ-114 US Promo-12" | 2002 ] 23 MONRELLA [MICHAEL JOHN HARRIS]: Report [ A-side  from “Report / Fixed” ZET ‎ZET-005 UK Promo-12" | 1996 ] 24 RENNIE FOSTER: Call The Sun _ Amir Alexander's StripDown Banger [ B2-track from “Waterworks / Soda Cracker” Subspec Music ‎RFSV-001 CAN/UK Promo-12" | 2015 ] 25 RON MANEY: Galaxy Electric _ Cari Lekebusch Remix [ B-side from “Hypnotic Tones” Hybrid HYB-014 SWE Promo-2x12" | 1995 ] 26 RUE EAST [DAVE HILL & MARK BROOM]: Remove [ A-side from “Remove / Liquid Line” Rewired RW-005 UK 12" | 1997 ] 27 BLAKE BAXTER: Fuck U Up _Acid Remix IR-020 [ A-side from “Fuck U Up” Incognito Records IR-020 / Submerge US Promo-12" | 1991 ] 28 CYBER-FUNK : Untitled B2 [ B2-track from “Computer Power” Upstairs Records UR-0117 US 12" | 1996 ] 29 HASHIM [JERRY CALLISTE JR.]: Al-Naafiysh (The Soul) _ Extended Mix [ A1-track from Cutting Records CR-200 US 12" | 1983 ] 30 ‘MAD MIKE’ BANKS: Lo-Tech Reality [ B2-track from “Hi-Tech Dreams / Lo-Tech Reality” Underground Resistance ‎UR-071 US 12" | 2007 ] 31 DREXCIYA [GERALD DONALD & JAMES STINSON]: Rubick's Cube [ B2-track from “The Return Of Drexciya” Underground Resistance ‎UR-037 / Submerge US 12" | 1996 ] 32 ‘MAD MIKE’ BANKS: Hi-Tech Dreams [ A-side from “Hi-Tech Dreams / Lo-Tech Reality” Underground Resistance ‎UR-071 US 12" | 2007 ] 33 AUX 88 [KEITH TUCKER & TOMMY HAMILTON]: I Need To Freak [ B-side from “Is It Man Or Machine” Direct Beat DB4W-022 US Promo-2x12" | 1996 ] 34 AUX 88: Electric Light [ A1-track from “Xeo-Genetic” Direct Beat ‎DB4W-037 US 2x12" | 1998 ] 35 AUX 88: Man Or Machine [ A2-track from “Is It Man Or Machine” Direct Beat DB4W-022 US Promo-2x12" | 1996 ] 36 AUX 88: Don't Stop [ B1-track from “Xeo-Genetic” Direct Beat ‎DB4W-037 US 2x12" | 1998 ] 37 INDUCED [ROBERT VEN]: Molectro _ Daniel Lui's Motion Remix [ B2-track from “Louder Than Words” A/S Systems ‎ASSR-006 CAN Promo-12" | 2001 ] 38 SCUBA [PAUL ROSE]: The Hope [ A-side from “The Hope / Flash Addict” Hotflush Recordings PER 001 UK 12" | 2012 ] 39 INDUCED feat. MARTINA CAHILL: Motion [ A1-track from “Motion EP” A/S Systems ‎ASSR-004 CAN Promo-12" | 2000 ] 40 SUNRISE SOCIETY [ANDY SMITH & SIMON DONOHUE]: Matter [ A-side from “Matter / Astral Travel” Pacific Records fic008 UK Promo-12" | 1996 ] 41 SOLE TECH [SOULTECH]: Jit The Anthem _ JIT Original Mix [ A1-track from “Jit The Anthem” Detrechno Records DTR-003 / Submerge US 12" | 1995 ] 42 SUNRISE SOCIETY: Astral Travel _ Sterac Mix [ B-side from Pacific Records fic-010 UK Promo-12" | 1997 ] 43 E-DANCER [KEVIN MAURICE SAUNDERSON]: World Of Deep [ B-side from “Velocity Funk” KMS KMS-061 US 12" | 2004 ] 44 ESSER'AY [KEVIN MAURICE SAUNDERSON]: Forces _ Reese Mix [ A-side from “Forces” KMS KMS-052 US Promo-12" | 1994 ] 45 BLAKE BAXTER: When A Thought Becomes U [ A1-track from “The Prince Of Techno” Underground Resistance UR-006 / Submerge US 12" | 1991 ] 46 69 [CARL CRAIG]: Rushed [ A1-track from “Sound On Sound” Planet E PE-69170 US Promo-12" | 1993 ] 47 BLAKE BAXTER: Our Love [ D1-track from “The H-Factor” Disko B ‎db-055 GER Promo-2x12" | 1997 ] 48 DELANO SMITH: Dusk [ A2-track from “Twilight” Sushitech Records ‎SUSH-030 GER 3x12" | 2014 ] 49 JOEY BELTRAM: Energy Flash [ A-side from “Energy Flash” Transmat MS-16 US 12" | 1990 ] 50 HUMAN RESOURCE [G.PERNET-J.DREXHAGE-J.VAN BEEK-K.PATRICK-L.NASH-R.MAHU]: Dominator _ Joey Beltram Remix [ A-side from “Dominator (Remixes)” R & S Records RSUK-4R BEL 12" | 1991 ] 60 DARK AGES [MARIO JUKICA]: Chemical Imbalance [ B2-track from “Masterplan” Definitive Recordings 12DEF-058 CAN 12" | 1997 ] 61 SAMULI KEMPPI: Queen To Bishop Six [ B-side from “V.A. ://about blank 002” ://about blank-002 GER 12" | 2017 ] 62 JEFF MILLS: Theme From "2000" [ A2-track from “Shifty Disco E.P.” International Deejay Gigolo Records 002 GER Promo-12" | 1996 ] 63 TRANCENDENCE [RON ALLEN]: Magique Noir [ B2-track from “Concepts Of Higher Dimension” Strobe Records ‎ST-003 CAN Yel-12" | 1991 ] 64 FCL [BART VAN NESTE & NICOLAS GEYSENS] feat. LADY LYNN: Cherry Pie _ Jovonn BND Remix [ B-side from “Cherry Pie” NDATL Muzik NDATL-018 US 12" | 2017 ] 65 HUNTER HAYES feat. MC DAQUAN (remixed by Richie Jones): What Goes On _ Midnight Rap Groove [ B1-track from “What Goes Down” Columbia ‎44-69205 US 12" | 1990 ] 66 STRATOSPHERE [KERRI CHANDLER]: Track 4 [ A2-track from “Stratosphere E.P.” Madhouse Records Inc. KCT-1007 UK 12" | 1994 ] 67 KERRI CHANDLER: Get Up [ B1-track from “Panic E.P.” Madhouse Records Inc. KCT-1002 UK 12" | 1992 ] 68 DAVID ALVARADO: Morning Prayer [ B-side from “Ascension” Peacefrog Records ?PF-085 UK Promo-2x12" | 1999 ]

Btw. APOLOGIES (!) 4 the needle damage in the following vid-stream (to be teared out in the mix recording) between min 41:47 - 42:07 ... thing's that can quite happen and what ppl usually call "Höhere Gewalt" or "Force majeure" ... and finally Luv-N-Respect 2 everyone here for tunin' in and supporting!

This 674fm video-stream 

[charliehoennam]

love in disguise.

a/n: request (and lil moodboard!!!!) made by @harmonity-vibes. isn't she the fucking cutest?!

summary: after being swindled into a one-night-stand with his best friend, he learns the truth and the consequences that one night had.

pairing: tommy cahill x f!reader

warnings: language, a lil smut if you squint hard, angst, noncon activities, sleeping with someone under false identity, mentions of pregnancy, lying.

SHARING IS CARING, REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

Walking through the grassy field, you took a deep breath to try and ease the churn of your stomach. You knew this was so wrong in so many ways and you couldn’t let this happen to Tommy.

Lisa was always known for being one of the prettiest and most popular girls since as long as you could remember. 

Her perfect smile and bright eyes had boys drooling over her. Her poised and polished attitude had their parents swooning and eager to set their sons up with her. Her high grades filled teachers up with pride and joy every single test.

Despite having similar physical traits and even being mistaken for her sometimes, you felt you could never amount to her – especially when you noticed how deflated or uninterested people instantly became realizing you weren’t her.

She couldn’t fool you though. After years of growing up alongside her, you knew she was anything but the sweet and perfect little role model she led people to believe. 

You knew just how vindictive and manipulative she could be to anyone who wronged her or simply to get whatever she wanted. That was how she managed to snag Tommy Cahill, known for sweet-talking his way out of any trouble he got caught in.

Tommy was much different than his older brother. Sam was an overachiever. He had the smarts, discipline and charm that had every father hoped his daughter would marry.

When he enlisted in the military after high school, it seemed like town’s respect for him simply skyrocketed, leaving Tommy behind in his shadow.

Although Sam was the charming and intelligent brother, Tommy was the exciting bad boy that had girls daydreaming. His dopey smile and big blue eyes had turned you into one of those girls.

When Lisa introduced him to you as her boyfriend, your heart sank. You didn’t really think you had much of a shot with him, but you couldn’t help wonder what he saw in her or if he knew that the sweet hand-written letters and notes she would sneak into his locker were actually written by you under her persuasive command.

You ended up befriending your high-school crush instead and remained just as that ever since then.

 When you realized how much he genuinely loved her, you accepted that he would never see you more than a friend.

It may not have been exactly what you wanted, but you settled for being his friend because he was just great at it. He loved making people laugh and you could trust him with things that you couldn’t even think about sharing with Lisa.

The love you had for him was exactly what made you feel so awful when you learned how unfaithful Lisa’s been to Tommy years after. Not just by lying to him and pretending to be someone she wasn’t whenever he was around, but her betrayal has become physical and you couldn’t stand for it.

That was the real reason you agreed to go to the town’s birthday bash. The theme, that year, was masquerade and inspired by Mardi Gras. Almost everyone looked to the town’s birthday bash because it consisted of great good, cheap drinks and lots of music and fun.

Tommy had been looking forward to the event and kept asking Lisa to go over and over again, but she’d always tell him that she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it because of work.

The truth was that she had planned a romantic getaway with her lover to spend some quality time together after their conflicting schedules finally lined up. Because of that, Lisa had the bright idea of you meeting up with Tommy in her place. She figured you looked a lot like each other and he’d be too drunk to notice the difference.

You refused and told her that it was wrong. It wasn’t like you were twins playfully taking each other’s place in high school. This was her boyfriend, who would most likely be physically affectionate with someone that he didn’t consent to.

Used to getting what she always wanted, she then threatened to spread your intimate selfies she had stolen from your phone. Although you couldn’t believe it, you knew her too well to know what she was capable of to get what she wants.

Her threat had your blood boiling with rage. You decided she’d gone too long getting her way all the time.

“Enough is enough,” you told yourself.

Tommy was a good guy and he deserved to know the truth. Everyone deserved to know the truth about who she really is, and you were done lying on her behalf.

You repeated that in your mind as you marched your way to the music stage.

Though your intimate photos could certainly ruin your reputation living in a town as small as yours, you accepted the possible consequences as along as the truth could come out.  You could always move and settle down elsewhere if it came to it.

The fair was already crowded by the time you arrived. People in festive, colorful and bejeweled masks roamed around the tents set up with games, food and speakers to fill the air with local music.

You frowned to yourself as people you barely or never spoke to waved at you or lifted their drinks towards you as you passed. Clearly, they must have mistaken you for Lisa.

First, Mrs. Mulberry. She always never remembers your name and only greets you when you’re out with one of your parents.

Secondly, there was Nate. He never really talked to you, unless it was to get one of your friends’ number.

Then there was Mr. Dawson. He always mistook you for Lisa when he saw you around town and facepalmed himself when you corrected him.

You knew, in the back of your mind, that this was not real. They weren’t greeting you; they were greeting Lisa. But for once, just once, it felt so good to walk in her shoes. To be loved, seen and smiled to by everyone that walked past you.

Weaving through the crowd that engulfed the largest park in town, you saw his familiar silhouette from afar. He stood watching a band playing off to the side of the closed road, beer in his large hand. His head bounced along to the music as his foot tapped along to the bass.

As you walked towards him, your hand reached up about to remove the black and silver mask Lisa demanded you wear and you watched him turning towards you.

Feeling your presence, he turned and your insides melted from the bright grin he flashed towards you, stilling your hand and letting the mask remain in place.

In that moment, you felt the blood rush in your veins, traveling in time to the shy high-school you again – only this time you were his.

Like a deer in headlights, you drifted over the grass fully expecting him to recognize you. The grassy ground beneath you felt like clouds grazing over plains with steady ease.

“You made it!” he chuckled raising his hands to your cheeks, pulling you into a heart-stopping kiss. “I was starting to think you were gonna stand me up.”

It couldn’t have last longer than a couple seconds, but you were almost certain the world had completely stopped on its axis and sent you into the neverending black abyss of floating cold.

The lack of gravity that grounded you seeped into your mind with the wordless spell he suddenly had you under. Bewitched by his kiss, all self-control had successfully been drained.

“I-”you started to speak, but he cut you off.

“Come check out this band! They’re actually from Louisiana!”

 His bright blue eyes gleamed with an excitement that may have been heightened by the alcohol he was drinking.

Every word you were about to speak would be cut off by a remark on the band’s talent or a question about the fair, leaving you to burn up in the mesosphere between morality and desire with every kiss he surprised you with.

Although you knew it wasn’t right, you gave in to the lie and decided to rain ash over the land of repressed dreams and desires you had forced yourself to shield over the years with heavy clouds of selflessness for a single night.

Diving into the night head first, you went along with the lie throughout the night and washed its bitter taste in your throat with drinks. You didn’t think it would’ve gotten as far as him taking you back to his apartment.

Tommy was just as drunk as you were and unable keep his hands or his lips off you.

The alcohol in your bloodstream numbed you from reality and welcomed you warmly into an ocean of pleasure you’d longed for like a drought riddled desert welcomes an endless rain.

Cocooned in his warm touches and hungry kisses, you made your home there for a couple of hours. The thought of having him inside you, filling you up with a delicious stretch, had your panties drenched.

You had always wanted him to yourself and – believing the vigorous use of your birth control which you made sure to never forget – you made the decision to be a little selfish and indulge in a one-night stand.

You insisted that you both kept your masks on to add to the fun you shared in his bed and Tommy happily went along with it.

Looking over the drunken slumber that he quickly slipped into, you sat on the edge of his bed and admired his features that seemed so gentle and soft at the moment. You ached to reach out and caress every single one of them, to show how appreciated they deserved to be.

But you stopped yourself with your hand in midair.

The silence of his bedroom was so loud as guilt and disgust with yourself trickled in your mind through slow sobriety.

With tears quickly building in your vision, you quietly gathered your clothes from his bedroom floor and sneaked out of his room to dress quickly in the living room.

Shoes in hands, your feet pattered against the cold sidewalk as you paced through dark streets as if you could run from your guilt.

Despite that one-night stand with Tommy, you later found out that it had been in vain. Lisa’s affair was brought to his attention when a neighbor had mentioned seeing her with someone she had introduced as his cousin Adam at a diner on the outskirts of town. Only he didn’t have a cousin named Adam.  

Tommy went into a downward spiral after that. Drinking and substance abuse had become his escape and way of coping with the pain as he felt it was the only thing that could numb him enough to go about his day.

Watching him go down that path wasn’t easy. Watching the strip on your pregnancy test turn blue was even harder. Although you tried to help him however you could, you knew you couldn’t tell him the truth about that night out of fear that it could be the last drop to push him over the edge into consequences no one could bring him back from.

When you heard about him going off to jail for armed robbery, you were surprised and couldn’t believe he would really do such a thing.

Tommy was always so kind-hearted; you refused to believe it until you watched him confess to the crime remorsefully in court. The way he couldn’t even look at the poor victim just proved that it was true.

Despite it all, Tommy was still your friend and you decided to not give up on him like other people, including his own dad, had.

Over the constant e-mails and letters you wrote back and forth, he shared how prison had been actually helping him sober up; that the classes he’d been taking helped him become more aware and clear-minded. You were happy for him and anxious to see him, so you decided to pay him a visit.

What Tommy hadn’t expected was to see you with a large swollen belly. Needless to say, he was shocked but overall happy for you as he bombarded you with questions about how far along you were, what was the gender of the baby, why you hadn’t shared the amazing news with him before.

As your friend, he was just genuinely thrilled because he knew you’d make a great mother. Aside from that, Tommy always knew he wanted to have kids and he had a way with them since as long as you could remember.

You knew he deserved to know the truth. You tried to tell him many times; the crumpled drafts of letters you decided not to send him were proof of your attempt to be honest.

But the words just weighed like rocks in the back of your throat, dropping to your stomach to infect you with their burden and ripple out with waves of sickness.

He was doing so well, getting cleaned and focusing on his future, making plans to be better.

Struck by the familiar fear of ruining his life even more, you opted to stay silent and to lie about the baby’s father, telling him and everyone else that asked that the man was just someone you’d met at a bar.

It’s been a few years since that night and all you have to remember it by is your memory… and your now 4-year-old so, Charlie.

When you heard he was finally out of jail and clean, you strongly believed it was the right time to tell him the truth. You owed him that much.

You hung a bit after he was free, occasionally meeting up for a coffee either at a coffee shop or at your place.

When you were finally ready to come clean, he told you about Sam’s disappearance that had been ruled a death which quickly changed your mind again.

You didn’t see much of him after that since he had decided to concentrate on his family. You remembered how he talked about Grace; about how pretty and what a great mother she is; how amazing she is for letting him reconnect with his nieces.

Once again, you felt the invisibility swallowing you back into its depths. He would never look at you as anything more than just a friend.

Although it hurt to accept, you figured it was the push you need to tell him. Until Sam came home.

His family really went through with Sam after he didn’t come home the same Sam that everyone knew and loved.

Out of respect for them, you decided to distance yourself again from Tommy. Everything you learned about him and his family, like Sam’s mental breakdown or his admittance in a mental institution for war veterans or his return home, was from rumors and word of mouth that spread through the town.

It’s a sunny fall morning and orange, brown and yellows leave are sprinkled over your mother’s lawn as you rake them up into piles over the front yard while Charlie draws on the driveway with his colorful chalk.

“Mommy, I maded me and you! Come see!” Charlie shouts excitedly as his little legs race over to tug on your shirt.

“Alright, I’m going” you chuckle holding the rake in one hand and his little hand in the other.

Your compliment on his drawing earns you a bright smile from him as you bend at the hip to kiss his head until the sound of crunching leaves catch your attention.

“Uncle Tommy!” Charlie cheers quickly dropping his chalk as he races towards Tommy.

“There’s my favorite little man!” Tommy quickly sets the decorated gift bag down on the driveway to lift Charlie up and give him a proper hug. “I hear you’re kicking butt in karate. You gonna teach me a couple moves, huh?”

“Uh huh! I learn how to pushkit!”  Charlies responds proud of himself.

“What’s pushkit?” Tommy frowns confused.

“He means push kick. You push and kick at the same time” you smile intervening. “It’s how he’s opening doors now.”

“That sounds useful,” Tommy chuckles setting Charlie back on the ground to pick his gift bag up and steps closer to you. “How you doing, sweetheart?”

“Pretty good” you nod. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.

“Yeah, that’s on me… Just been going through some family drama. ‘m sure you’ve heard about it already. Word travels fast here.”

“It does, yeah. You uh wanna come inside?”

“I’d love that” he nods with a smile.

After telling your son to come inside to wash up for lunch time, you lead the boys into the house.

“Your mom around? I brought you guys a gift too.”

“No, she’s at some pottery club with her friends today.”

“Mommy, can I has my pwesent?” Charlie asks tugging on your hand, big blue eyes shining up at you.

“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll let uncle Tommy give it to ya, while I make us chicken nuggets.”

“Oh, sweet. Can I stay for lunch too?” Tommy grins setting the bag on the kitchen counter to pull out Charlie’s gift.

You nod at him with a smile and remind him he’s always welcome in your house.

Leading Charlie into the living room to open his gift, you notice the size of the wrapped present that already has his eyes wide with excitement.

Watching from the kitchen as you prepare lunch, you smile listening to Charlie’s endless thank you’s as he unwraps and finds his brand-new doctor playset kit.

“I remember you said you wanna be a doctor, right?” Tommy smirks widely at the boy. “Lemme open it for you.”

Tommy is more than patient as he untwists the plastic ties that keep all the fake equipment in place.

“Can I be your first patient?” he asks playing along with the young child’s imagination. “I think I got a problem with my shoulder. It’s been hurting a lot and I really need to get it checked out by a doctor.”

“Ok,” Charlie smiles taking the placing stethoscope from the box to put it on. He holds the end part of it to Tommy’s back and asks him to breathe, remembering what the doctor does to him every time he goes there.

“Now I has to check your eyes and-and your mouth too.”

“And the ears too right?”

“Yeah, the ears too!” Charlie nods.

Tommy smirks as he glances at you from where he’s sat in the living room floor, letting Charlie use the fake stethoscope to listen to his back.

The whole scene takes you away for a moment and makes you feel like you’re really just watching a father and his son spending quality time together. It also makes you feel even worse for having kept this secret from him for so long.

“Ok, you got just a boo-boo here” Charlie emphasizes pointing to Tommy’s shoulder. “So you need is a mommy kiss because a mommy kiss make all the boo-boos go away.”

“Do I need a prescription for that?”

“Yeah!”

Charlie looks around for anything he can write down on and takes the notepad from beside the residential phone to scribble down “mami kizz” on a sheet of paper before tearing it from the spine to hand the note to Tommy.

“You can ask my mommy cause hers is the bestest,” Charlie replies squatting down to take the plastic needle from the box.

“Will do, doc” tommy smirks as he stands up. “Thank you.”

Lost in his own little word, Charlies takes all his favorite stuffed animals and action figures and lines them up on the couch while Tommy walks over to the kitchen.

“Got a prescription for a kiss, sweetheart. Doctor’s orders” he smiles sly at you.

You shake your head, not sure if he’s serious so you blow it off with a smile and thank him for the present.  

“I got something for you too, you know,” he says digging into the paper bag.

You modestly refuse, telling him that he didn’t need to get you anything; that you’re just simply happy to see him. He won’t take no for an answer, so you give in and take the rectangular box from his hand.

You tug at the red ribbon to untie it and open the box to find a beautiful and delicate, simple necklace that you just know cost Tommy a lot of money.

“Tommy, this is too much. I-I can’t accept this” you say shaking your head as you look up at him in shock.

“No, don’t worry. I want you to have it, for all your help when I was in jail, for visiting me and all… I really appreciate that you didn’t forget about me and I wanted to get you something nice.”

“It’s nice, it’s really nice. But I can’t…”

“Why not?” he chuckles frowning at you. “My money ain’t good here?”

“No, that’s not it,” you start.

The words that form in your head start to weigh like stones in your throat. You try to swallow them down, but it’s time Tommy learned the truth. You just hope that he can take it.

As you begin to tell him the truth about that night, his face contorts with confusion and anger. You apologize over and over again, although it’s not nearly enough to make up for it, trying to explain how you felt you had no choice.

He shakes his head and takes a step back away from you like he doesn’t want to believe you would ever be capable of lying and betraying him.

“Nah, I don’t fucking believe that,” he frowns shaking his head. “How the fuck could you do that? I fucking trusted you and, all this time, you were fucking lying to me too?! All these fucking years?!”

His raised voice catches Charlie’s attention and has the young boy frozen in the middle of the living room.

As Tommy takes a deep breath to control himself, you both glance over at the young boy. While you make your way towards Charlie, Tommy takes in his physical features. He realizes the similarities and chuckles to himself, not out of amusement but out of disbelief.

You quickly rush to the living room and tell your son to go upstairs to play in your shared room. The big blue teary eyes that stare up at you in fear fill you regret for letting yourself get caught up in your own feelings that night.

Despite that fact that you love Charlie more than anything and would never regret having him, you do regret that you hid this secret from Tommy for so long. But you know how explosive he can be and you can’t let Charlie see that.

Charlie, as sweet and obedient as he always is, hesitates as he notices Tommy pacing back and forth in the kitchen to keep his calm.

He’s afraid and tells you he doesn’t want to leave his mommy, but you insist and tell him everything’s alright, asking him to check up on the other stuffed animals he’s got upstairs now that he’s a doctor.  

Tommy sighs as he runs a hand over his face. As angry as he may be, the last thing he wants is for a child to see him as monster, let alone a child he’s really close to and could possibly be his.

“Everything’s ok, Charlie. Uncle Tommy just got a little mad, but everything’s ok,” Tommy says chiming in to reassure Charlie with a raised hand and a forced smile that you can see right through, but it’s enough to convince your son to go upstairs.

Walking to the stairs, he looks up the steps to make sure Charlie is out of the hearing radius before marching over to you.

“Is he mine?”

You go silent staring up at him, too afraid to tell him the truth.

The guilt bubbles inside you, weighing heavily in your chest. There’s nothing you can say to fix this.

Tears stream from your eyes. You keep swiping them away, but they don’t stop coming. You know nothing will be the same again between you and your best friend.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I’m not fucking stupid. Is he mine?”

“Yes…” you whisper.

“Jesus,” he scoffs running over his large hand over the buzzcut he’s been sporting since he’s been out of jail. “I-I can’t even fucking look at you right now.”

“Tommy, I’m s-“ You can’t even finish your apology.

He’s already storming out and slamming the door behind him as you stand in the kitchen crying silently to yourself.

You feel worse about it with each passing day, staring at his contact on your phone, debating if you should try to reach out.

Tommy used to call you at least once a day, just to check up and make sure you and your family are doing ok. But, now? You can’t even get him to reply to your texts.

It’s been a couple months since your fallout and Tommy hasn’t been able to get your last encounter off his mind.

Watching his nieces play in their backyard makes him think about Charlie and how much he misses him. Even though he’s not sure he can forgive you so soon, he hates that Charlie has to suffer from it. He’s just a kid, his kid now. He’s not to blame.

Tommy didn’t realize how badly he always wanted to be a father until his nieces came into his life. Until he was locked in a cage, counting every second of his life that was going to waste.

Talking to Sam helped him put things into perspective and made it clear to him that he had a decision to make.

In the last of the ignored texts, you told him you could raise Charlie on your own as you have for the past few years. Being a father is a decision Tommy has to make on his own and whatever he decided, you would respect wholeheartedly.

He never replied, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about it feeling caught in between the violation and betrayal of his trust and his urge to be a father. It’s what he’s always wanted; to be a father that he wishes his could be, but he would’ve never thought that it would have to be like this.

As the dying leaves crunch under the weight of his heavy boots, he makes his way towards your house and knocks on the front door.

Setting plates and silverware on the table for dinner, your mom waves a hand at you and claims she’ll answer it assuming it must be one of the neighbors.

“Tommy! What a surprise.” she says greeting him with a smile.

“H-hi, ma’m. Sorry to drop in like this, I was hoping I could talk t-“

“I got it, ma. It’s alright.”

You walk toward the door, swapping places with your mom as she finishes setting the table.

You invite him to come in, but he shakes his head avoiding your eyes, so you step up out and close the door behind you.

Hugging the knit cardigan your mom made for you closer around your body, your arms fold across your chest. An awkward silence lingers in the chilly air. You feel like you’ve already said so much that already hurt him badly, so what else could you really say at this point?

“How’s Charlie doing? H-He ok?”

“Y-yeah, yeah. He’s ok,” you reply in a soft tone, hoping to avoid any more arguments. “Kinda misses you though. Asks about you from time to time.”

Tommy doesn’t say anything to that. He’s not really sure what to say. But the fact that he can barely even look at you fills you with hopelessness, so you try to brace yourself for the permanent goodbye he’s about to give you.

“I don’t know how long it’s gonna take me to get over what you told me… But I do know that I wanna be there for Charlie. I want him to grow up knowing that he’s got a dad who loves him no matter what.”

Surprised by his decision, you wonder if it has anything to do with his own father. If it could be Tommy simply wanting to be the father he wishes he had, or if it could be influenced by his desire to prove to his dad that he’s not a complete fuck-up.

“Yeah. Of course,” you nod quickly. “T-that’s absolutely fine by me. I think that would be good… You don’t have to worry about money though. I mean, you can help with whatever you can, but I don’t wanna make this about money. I just want you to do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I’m gonna help out with money obviously, but I wanna spend time with him… Take him out to the park, play ball and that sorta thing.”

“He would love that” you smile thinking about Charlie’s excitement.

“This is just for him though.”

You quickly drop your smile and nod as you look down at your feet, biting the corner of your mouth as you wonder if Tommy will ever be able to forgive you.

“Y-yeah… I get that. For Charlie.”

[gyllenhaalstories]

MASTERLIST SORTED BY JAKE'S CHARACTERS

last update: july 19

with the new theme, i decided to do a bit of housekeeping! below the read more, you will find a list of all of the CHARACTER related fics. it can be nice to find your way through the rpf, but it's also helpful for me to keep track of which character i wrote for. i will update this post from time to time with new fics and potentially new characters! (divider credits: @/saradika-graphics)

DO NOT REPOST, STEAL OR COPY my fics. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Anthony Swofford

"Who Hurt You?" trope drabble (angst)

Tommy Cahill

Look In The Mirror (smut)

Snowed In (smut)

Don’t Let the Grinch Steal Christmas (smut)

Childhood Friends to Lovers trope drabble (angst & fluff)

Jamie Randall

Oh So Charming (smut)

Very Trainable (smut)

Detective Loki

Cell Block Tango (smut) 

Something to Rely On (fluff)

Fortune Cookie (smut)

Northern Lights (fluff)

Davis Mitchell

Tu es Jolie (smut)

Pillow Talk (fluff)

Jerry Brinson

Works Like a Charm (smut)

Morf Vandewalt

Blue Velvet (smut)

Quentin Beck

High Horse (angst)

Joe Baylor

To Be So Lonely (smut)

To Be So Lonely Part 2 (smut)

Danny Sharp

Set Fire to The Rain (smut)

Break Room (smut)

Bubble Gum (smut)

We're Not Cowboys (fluff)

John Kinley

Fireworks (smut)

One Bed trope drabble (fluff)

Elwood Dalton

Leg Lock (smut)

Chokehold (smut)

Elwood Dalton and plus size!reader headcanons (fluff & smut)

Freak Like Me (smut)

Fake Dating trope drabble (angst & fluff)

Rusty Sabich

Alibi (smut)

What Goes Around Comes Around Part 1 (fluff, angst & smut + Barbara Sabich)

What Goes Around Comes Around Part 2 (angst & smut + Barbara Sabich)

Fetish (smut)

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Predator and Prey: Chapter One

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Ongoing Series - Loosely based on ‘Sleeping With the Enemy’

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Alcohol, I think that’s it?

Summary: You move to a small town following a bad breakup around the time Tommy goes to Prison, 3 years later you meet and build a relationship, but will your jealous, angry ex ever really let you go?

Notes: Hiiii! This is my first fic since I was like, 13? So apologies if I’ve missed anything! I’m also UK based trying to write as an American so writing styles and words may differ, but I do try! I just feel like we need more Jake Gyllenhaal fics, and I love a slow burn and some thrills so enjoy! Reblogs and comments welcome :)

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You groaned as your phones alarm clock chimed on your bedside table, the repetitive high pitched dings already putting you in a bad mood for the day.

You slammed your hand on your phone and blindly prodded the screen in the hopes of turning it off, eventually managing to hit the correct spot.

You lay in your dark room, preparing yourself to get up and out of bed for your day of work. It was only Tuesday but it had already been a long week.

After getting dressed, brushing your teeth and hair, and putting on a little bit of makeup, you set out the door. It was still dark out and the only light illuminating the street ahead was from the old street lights that lined the pavement.

The walk to work was only 10 minutes long, but that morning it felt a lot longer, as you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. You turned around to check if anyone was around several times, finding nothing but the odd cat or trash can lining the street.

You eventually made it to work and had enough time to make yourself a cup of coffee before flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to ‘Open’.

The day was slower than normal with very few customers walking into your little book store, which was something you could understand with the town being as small as it was, but you had a few regular book worms who would frequent your shop due to the lack of a library in the area. You bided your time by straightening the shelves and readjusting the pillows on the couches in each of the cosy corners by the windows, counting down the minutes and hours until you could close up and go home to your dog, just to do it all again the next day.

On Wednesday evenings your store played host to a soup kitchen due to the large prep area in the back, as your store was once a small Chinese Restaurant before you bought it. You’d agreed to it being used when your store was closed but soon found yourself volunteering to help chop up vegetables and serve, and you enjoyed it more than you thought you would, making it a recurring Wednesday tradition, so at least tomorrow you’d have something to keep yourself busy with.

It wasn’t all bad though, the time you had on your hands. Most afternoons once you had closed up shop, you’d take your dog, Jet, down to the local park to play fletch. Or you’d catch up on your own reading, or try a new recipe only for it to cost you more than takeout and taste nothing like what you’d hoped. It did get lonely though, with the only family you had living on opposite ends of the country, at times you’d considered moving closer to them, but you’d come to love the little town you’d stumbled across 3 years ago.

You’d only moved here from New York when your breakup with Jason had reached boiling point, with him knowing all of your friends, rumours about you soon spread and it became unbearable to stay. He had started stalking you and had your friends keep tabs on everywhere you went, eventually you even opted to forego all social interactions. You had welcomed the fresh start, and once you’d blocked Jason’s number you could finally begin to move on.

One time he had written you a letter after having found your new address on a piece of mail with your forwarding address attached, which somehow made its way to your old apartment instead. The letter was full of threats, demeaning words and also promises of a better life if you returned, but you dismissed these as empty threats, threw away the letter and got on with creating your new life.

You were just about to close up shop early, when the ding of the bell above the door sounded. You turned around to see a tall, dark haired man with a buzzcut, white t-shirt and a brown jacket walk in. You noticed a small tattoo on his neck.

“Hi, are you after anything specific?” You asked with a small smile, trying not to seem overbearing.

The man smiled politely, but didn’t maintain eye contact for long, and went back to scanning the low shelves near the front door.

“No I’m fine, thank you though.” He said. His voice was deep and gruff, and his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything.” You smiled back, and turned back to the counter where you were organising receipt rolls and pens. You hated it when you went into a store to browse and the staff lingered, so had never done this to your own customers, giving them space.

After a minute or two, the man cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Actually, sorry, yeah. I’m after a book on PTSD, like how to manage it and stuff, do you have anything like that?” He said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked up at you sheepishly.

Oh, perhaps he was one of those army guys, who had seen some horrible things in the war.

“Uhh, yeah we do actually. It’s just overrr…. Here!” You said walking over to a shelf on the left of the store, under the “self help” section.

“We only have the one though, I’m not sure if it will be much help?” You said handing him the book.

“Thanks.” He said, taking the book and scanning over the cover, “It’s not for me.” He added, looking awkward.

“Say no more.” You smiled and laughed a little to ease the tension he may have been feeling.

You walked back to the counter and waited for the man to follow. He took out a twenty dollar bill and waited for you to ring up how much the book would cost. You thought for a moment, and decided to do your one good thing that day.

“Uhh…. It looks like we don’t actually have the book in our system, and no price is showing up, I guess it’s free.” You lied, laughing lightly and pushing his twenty back to him.

The man thought for moment and looked you in the eye. “You really don’t need to do that, I promise the book’s not for me anyway. It’s for my brother.” He shrugged.

“Well then I guess your brother gets a free book.” You smiled, putting the book in a paper bag and handing it to the man.

He smiled, a genuine and slightly crooked smile, and thanked you. He took one last look at you and went to head out the door.

“Wait!” You called suddenly, your bravery getting the best of you. He turned around.

“I haven’t seen you around before, are you local?” You asked.

“Yeah… I’ve been away for a while. My names Tommy.” He smiled.

“Nice to meet you Tommy. I’m (Y/N), hope to see you around.” You smiled back, and turned to go back to your tidying.

Tommy left feeling happier than he had in a while. He hadn’t had a friendly encounter with the towns folk since coming out of prison, or with his family since Sam came back from Afghanistan and the news had come out that he and Grace had kissed.

Tommy didn’t have feelings for Grace, not real feelings anyway, and he realised this once Sam returned. Tommy chalked it up to the grief they both felt having thought he had died, as well as the happiness he felt when he was in a family environment. No, the only feelings Tommy had for Grace now were guilt, and he struggled to be around them.

He had decided to buy a book on how to manage PTSD so he knew how to handle Sam, who was due to come home from his stay at the psychiatric unit. Tommy felt sad that things had become so hard for Sam, and he was determined to not make things any worse.

Your act of kindness towards Tommy had turned a bad day around, and as he drove home that evening, he couldn’t help but think about the warm smile and beautiful eyes that he found at the little bookstore on the corner.

You had just closed up the shop, and began to walk home as the light dipped behind the horizon, casting the sky in a blue haze, the street lights had since flickered on and you watched your shadow grow large and then small as you passed under each one. Jet’s dog walker would have left around 3 hours ago and you bet he’d be itching for another walk, so hurried as fast as you could.

About a block from home you stopped suddenly as your breath caught in your throat and your heart sped up. You could hear footsteps close behind, and the they were closing the gap between you quickly. You spun around prepared to come face to face with an attacker or someone hoping to snatch your measly purse, but were met with an empty sidewalk dimly lit by street lamps and lined with trees.

You strained your eyes for any movement, but eventually convinced yourself you were being paranoid, and speed walked the rest of the way home, only letting your breath go once you were safely inside and you had locked your door.

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-Chapter Two Here-

[gyllenhaalstories]

Hi Laurie! 💛

You know what's coming, hehe 👀

I saw this in another fandom and now I'm sending the same question to a bunch of Jake girlies (gn) because it’s so interesting seeing everybody’s answers!

Who are your Top 3 Jake boys and why? Is there a specific piece of art (fic, gif, fan art, etc.) for them that you like a lot?

hiiiiiiiiii!!! 💖 i do know what's coming teehee! i love his characters so much. even if the movie is not up my alley, his character always stands out. i'll watch everything he's in just because i'm obsessed (except spirit untamed, it is against my principle to support this horrible version of spirit the stallion of the cimarron) i just love them like they're just so neat i love them so much. OKAY TIME TO CHOOSE.

Elwood Dalton

i cannot believe that davis was dethroned as my forever ultimate favorite character but he was. dalton is so special to me. i've been obsessed with him since the very beginning when i was looping videos to get his full name and start writing for him immediately. so he's been living in my mind rent from for a LONG and i hope he never leaves. i lost count of how many times i've watched the movie (especially the scenes with laura!!!), it's so good. i'm already seated for the sequel idc what people say i want it and i will love it! also, i love how dalton ressembles billy and lou! the scene where he punches the guy to death and tell him how he will perish was so hot like like welcome back lou bloom you were missed <3 dalton is funny, and suicidal and caring and violent and what more could i ask? yeah okay i could ask to use his titties as pillows to fall asleep on.

my absolute favourite dalton creations are the wonderful gifs that @stephendorff made! i proclaim myself as their biggest fan when it comes to jake's gifs because oh my god the talent!!! i adore the parallel gifsets, so let me link you to a bunch! omg me when + nice hoodie + so bloody yum + i will cover these men with hello kitty bandaids + need both of them at the same time.

Detective Loki

he's an obvious one! jack twist, donnie darko and detective loki must be the most well loved characters in this fandom FOR ALL THE RIGHT REASONS. i love loki. i'm convinced deep in my soul that he would absolutely despise me. i can't shut up, i'm clingy as fuck and we'd spend most of his rare free time watching barbie movies. but it could be nice! i'd pack him his lunch, i'd learn to iron his shirts, i'd follow him to his barber and beg the man to give me the same haircut... like, we'd have a good life! aside from getting eaten alive by the constant fear that loki is in danger but shh. i love loki so much, i love all of the mysterious details about him, i love that jake played such a big part into building this character.

there are SO many amazing fics for detective loki, and rightfully so! he deserves it! in my opinion, @det-loki is the best writer. star captures loki in such an unique way, her writing feels like deleted scenes & extra footage from the movie. i know i always recommend star when it comes to loki fics but if you've ever read what she's posted, you would do the same! @charliehoennam has also posted some amazing det loki fics recently that i cannot recommend enough!!! here are the links: cat n mouse, dinner date & the dinner party (my personal favourite!).

Tommy Cahill

when i watched brothers, i conveniently just... skipped the military scenes. so the movie was all about tommy and i loved it. wow what a sweet romcom. i just love him. he's fun and sweet and he has had it so rough with his family that treats him like a black sheep. his father is acting like tommy is the failure when the only failure i'm seeing is a parent who failed to love his child like he deserved. AND I WOULD GIVE HIM ALL THE LOVE HE NEEDS! endless unconditional love. all he wants is to have a family of his own and be happy and become a better person. i have no doubt that he has what it takes to achieve his goals. he's my beanie baby and i love him to the moon and back.

controversy alert! but... i'm not mad at tommy and grace for kissing (skipping most of sam scenes helps a lot) but like... he was nice to grace for the most part, he helped her with the kitchen, he was so fun with the kids... he can't do anything wrong you know? i have horrible morals, i'm aware. so i'll just link to the video of the kiss scene because i love it and i love watching it and i wish it was me.

my top 3 usually fluctuates, but i'd say that overall, it's the same five characters that are on rotation. dalton, loki, tommy, davis and right now the 5th position is switching between john kinley & jerry brinson. i do want to say that i was pleasantly surprised with how much i liked anthony swofford and brian taylor when i watched their respective movies, i didn't think i'd enjoy their characters much but it might be time to retire my #1 bald!jake hater title. it was so hard to choose though. i feel bad for the ones i left out. i love you danny! and billy! and donnie! and adam! and holden! and okay fine i'll shut up. i know i've told you already, but this was such a sweet initiative to go around and spread some joy!!! thank you for doing this, and for sending it to me as well! 🥰

[gyllenhaalstories]

SNOWED IN — TOMMY CAHILL ❄️

summary: tommy planned a lovely weekend getaway to a picturesque cabin, but a snowstorm came unannounced and trapped you in there for one more day. oh no. what will you do, all alone with time to spare and no one to disturb the two of you?

warnings: curse words, smut (eating out, fingering, anal teasing, penetration, creampie, snowballing). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2300

gifs credits: @/cliffbooth (resized & cropped) / divider credit: @/firefly-graphics

notes: isn’t it funny how both my first and last fics of the year were for tommy? anyway, i want to put wintery beanie baby tommy in my pocket where he belongs <3 i don’t mention anything related to brothers, so you can read this even if you don’t know the movie.  ⛄ thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

Strong wind blew the front door open and Tommy entered loudly,  kicking snow off his boots, shaking his jacket and beanie to get rid of  the snowflakes that already began melting from the fireplace’s warmth.

Your eyes widened with impatience, awaiting an answer to the question that lead him outside.

“Nope.”  He rubbed his hands together, skin pink from the cold outside, after he  finally shut the door behind himself. “The car won’t start and I can’t  tell the street from these people’s front yards. Everything is so...”

You leaned forward, expecting a smart conclusion from his observations.

“Snowy.”

You  both laughed while he removed his outdoors clothes. “Snowy.” You  repeated with a sigh. You explained how you finally got a hold of the  cabin’s owners, they accepted to let you stay the night free of charge.

Tommy commented that it was generous of them to show some ‘basic fucking decency’ since there was nothing you could do against being snowed in.

The  weather outside was frightful, and it was not ironic. The sky had an  eerie shine that made its cold grey hue quite terrifying. The trees were  heavy with snow that broke branches and took down some of the dead  trunks to their final rest. Constant, fluffy snowflakes piled on the  driveway, the streets, and everywhere they could land. Tommy’s footsteps  were already buried under fresh snow.

Tommy believed there  was something delightful about it. He loved winters, that you knew very  well, but you had to admit that the sight before your eyes was not the  ugliest thing you had ever seen. The snow people you built together the  night before looked charming with their crooked arms and carrot noses.  He listened to the crackling fire, the wind, your relaxed breathing. He  would trade a whole summer just to have one moment like this again.

“Do you think we got —”

“Enough wood?” Tommy cut you off, and you nodded. “Yes,” and water? “yes,” and food, blankets, clothes? “yes, yes and also yes.”

You sat more comfortably on the couch where knitted blankets and plush pillows covered most of the surface.

Tommy  could see your mind racing, it was going faster than the speed of the  gusts of wind. “We’ll be fine, babe.” He reassured you and walked in  your direction, pressing a still cold hand on your cheek to stroke your  skin with his thumb.

“Maybe we’ll be fine.” You hesitated to  agree, but failed to find a reason as to why he would be wrong. Unless  power shut off right now and only came back the next morning, you could  easily survive off the bare necessities. “But we’ll be bored.”

The  affirmation left Tommy speechless. His lips curled downwards, bottom  lip pouting and head slowly nodding. “Yep. We’ll be bored.”

Another sigh left your body.

“Unless...”  Tommy smirked, looking down at you. The last snowflakes left on his  face and eyelashes had melted. His rosy cheeks, still noticeable under  his beard, gave him even more of a mischievous look.

You did not catch his drift.

So,  he started to kneel before you, right between your legs. What started  as a smooth descent ended in an heavy, audible, grunt when his knees met  the ground. You both chuckled, then he spoke. “Unless we do something  that is not boring.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed.  It only then hit you that most of the past two days, you did not spend  them enjoying the village or the hiking trail by the frozen lake. You  did not pick up the book you brought with you, you did not even remember  the board games Tommy insisting on taking along. Every source of  entertainment had remained packed in the bags that piled up in the small  entrance of the cabin.

Tommy could not be happier about it,  he had two beautiful days to enjoy your presence in more ways than one.  The cabin was small, it had few rooms, but there was not one that you  left behind because he made it his resolution to fuck you in each and  every single one of them. The snowstorm presented him with one more  opportunity to enjoy his favourite spot by the fire place.

“I can’t believe you.”

He  tilted his head like a puppy, eyes bright and reflective of the white  carpet of snow outside the window that was behind you. He moved a hand  up your leg, on your thigh, until you parted your legs just enough for  him to feel you up your pyjama pants. “Are you sure about that?”

You  gasped when the same thumb that was stroking your face started to rub  over your core, still covered by the pants. Your nodding was faint, your  cute attempt made him smile from ear to ear.

“Because that pretty pussy of yours is telling me otherwise.”

Your  attempt at rolling your eyes and mocking what he said failed. His thumb  pressed the hem of the fabric against your clit and the friction pulled  soft whimpers out of you. “Again?” You whined.

You sounded like you were trying to protest, but you lifted yourself up for Tommy to help pull your pyjama pants off. You opened your legs for him, knowing he would bury his head between your thighs any second now. “You know I can’t get enough of you.”

“Needy.”

“Fuck yes I am.” He winked, even if both of his eyes closed together before he started to trail kisses along your inner thighs, soothing over the marks he left behind the previous times. Whether the bruises came from his beard or from love bites, he covered them with open mouthed kisses before he finally licked over your pussy with a flat tongue.

Your warmth made the last traces of the outside weather on Tommy’s skin disappear. With a hand firmly pressed on top of his head, fingers hopelessly trying to grip on his short hair, you could not even guide him. He knew what to do to get you dripping for him, juices he would lick and swallow in a heartbeat.

He moaned against your folds, tongue lapping at you. He teased your hole that he had stretched so many times the past couple of days. His tongue easily went in and out of your entrance while his nose bumped deliciously against your clit.

You echoed his moans with your owns, but you let out a surprised squeal when he sucked on your clit and pushed a finger inside of you.

“Taste,” he interrupted himself, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. “So fucking good.”

You looked down at his face, his beard was glistening with your wetness and his smile grew wider when you clenched your walls around his fingers.

He dove right back in your pussy, devouring you as if he had not tasted you in ages. “Wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes, please!” You cried out, your body started to move in its own mysterious ways against his mouth.

Tommy added a second finger, curling them up inside of you while he kept thrusting them nice and deep. “That’s my good girl, yeah, just like that, give it to me.” His thumb rubbed your clit while he told you to “cum in my mouth, let me taste you” and that you “look so fucking pretty cumming for me.”

Your hand left his head, instead they tried to grip on the blankets or the couch, anything that would keep you from the spasms of pleasure that ran through you.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Tommy murmured before he licked you clean  —  your clit, then your hole, then all over your folds. He licked and kissed your sensitive skin, he even licked down to your asshole that he teased gently. The tip of his skin dipped on the rim of muscles and the way you whimpered from the new sensation made him throb painfully in the confines of his grey sweatpants. He would stay down there, he wanted to stay down there, but his body was telling him otherwise.

And you were literally telling him otherwise too. Still riding that blissful, fuzzy state of mind, you begged him with incoherent pleas to feel him inside you, to have him fill you up to the brim.

He made your wish come true and helped you turn around on the couch while he stood up behind you.

Your knees were sinking into the cushion of the couch, your elbows leaned on the back rest. Before you, there was a sea of white, sparkly snow. Behind you, there was an unbelievably turned on Tommy that pushed his pants down to his ankles and rubbed the leaking tip of his cock against your soaked folds.

“Such a perfect pussy.” He told himself, even though you could still hear him, while he gave you a few slaps with his cock.

“All yours.” You turned your head to the back, only briefly looking at him before your eyes shut as he pushed himself all the way inside of you.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Tommy sighed, he grunted when he bottomed out. “All mine.”

You pulled on your shirt, so that he had more space to rest his hands.

He was fucking you deep, fast too, like the idea of having your slick walls swallow him whole had been on his mind all day long. Sometimes his hands were gripping your hips roughly, other times he was pressing on your back for you to arch it, helping him reach even deeper in your pussy.

You gasped audibly when you felt Tommy’s thumb against your other hole. He was rubbing it in small circles, not even pushing, he just teased you like that and the fact you clenched harder around him convinced him to keep going.

“Ah,” He breathed out, stilling his hips after he slammed his cock back inside you. “Do ya think they’ll let us come back next year if they find out we fucked all over this place?”

You reached one arm behind you, trying to playfully slap him for this stupid joke. As you both laughed it out, you moved yourself on his cock. You moved back and forth, slowly, feeling every inch of him.

It did not last long until Tommy took over the control of the pace simply because he needed you too badly to endure all the teasing. Your skin slapped against his, all of your moans and noises melted together and created beautiful music with the crackling firewood that was burning away.

Suddenly, you felt his body weight on your back as he wrapped an arm around your waist to reach for your core. “Please, make me cum, please!”

His lips kissed your jaw, all that he could reach. “I love making you beg like a slut.” He bit down on his thin lips and started to rub your clit with circles that were as frantic as his hips while he kept fucking you. “Even though you know damn well I’ll always make you cum.”

Your head fell on your arms and your body reached another edge. Even with your eyes closed, you could see stars that looked like dancing snowflakes in a night sky. Waves of pleasure, warmth and bliss washed over you until you were drained of all that you had to give.

Tommy started to cum, with loud grunts covering your own moans. He stopped moving only when he completely emptied himself inside of your clenching, relaxing walls.

Your whines turned quickly into sobs when you felt him pull out of you. If words would leave your mind, you would have told him to stay there, right there, buried balls deep inside you and holding you close while you enjoyed the moment. Audible groans, however, were all that you could express.

He pressed a kiss on your lower back while he leaned forward, face meeting with your core again. “Shh, I’m right here.” He cooed you, reassuring he was not up to no good. He rested a hand on each side of your ass and pulled your cheeks open for him. His tongue swiped all the way from your swollen and aching clit to your ass.

It soothed your sensitive folds. As you relaxed, drops of his cum fell out of your hole.

Drops that he eagerly licked off you to clean you up. He lapped at your pussy until he caught every drop of his load in his mouth.

Lazily, you moved on the the couch to lay down and put your head on the arm rest. There was about just enough space for Tommy’s body to hover you, shoulders large and strong and face soft and full of love.

He leaned his head down, lips closed, for a kiss that deepened in no time. He moaned in the kiss while your tongue slipped past his lips to explore his mouth.

Your hand found its place on his head, still gripping on his hair to bring him impossibly closer to you.

Tommy kissed you back with intensity. It got sloppy, with spit and your juices mixed together dripping down your chin. It took your lungs to turn into a burning fireplace for the kiss to end, and for both Tommy and you to swallow what was left in your mouths.

You placed a little kiss on his nose and snuggled against his heavy body. You thought there would be some peace and quiet to relax after what you two had done.

Tommy had very different plans. Obviously. “We need to cool off, don’t you think?” You followed Tommy’s glance, it lead to the large window — to the front yard. He cleaned up a drop that fell on your chin, replacing it with a quick kiss. “Are you up for a snowball fight?”  

[gyllenhaalstories]

🌟 2023 RECAP 🌟

gifs credits: me @gyllenhaalstories

i'm back at it again this year! i wanted to do my own year in review to shine a light on what i posted in the jake tags this year! listed below, you can find links of all of the fanfics i have posted that i’d like to share one last time before we enter a new year. you can check my gifs tag as well as my edits tag to see all the edits i’ve posted too!

the end of november marked the four year anniversay of gyllenhaalstories! one quick look at my first fic is enough to show how much i've improved over the years and i could not have done it without you guys! my writing has gotten hornier and slightly better, a win is a win! i’m so thankful for everyone who took a look at my content as well as supported it.

happy new year, everybody!

FANFICS 🌟

Cherish (Chocolatier!Jake)

Cherish Part 2 (Chocolatier!Jake)

Leg Lock (Dalton)

Un pari à Paris (Sugar Daddy!Jake)

Something to Rely On (Detective Loki fluff) 

Very Trainable (Jamie Randall)

Bubble Gum (Danny Sharp) 

Pillow Talk (Davis Mitchell fluff)

Come On, Barbie! Let’s Go Party! (Jake)

Don't Let the Grinch Steal Christmas (Tommy Cahill)

[charliehoennam]

Hi Julie! 💛

I saw this in another fandom and now I'm sending the same question to a bunch of Jake girlies (gn) because it’s so interesting seeing everybody’s answers!

Who are your Top 3 Jake boys and why? Is there a specific piece of art (fic, gif, fan art, etc.) for them that you like a lot?

omggggg thank you so much for the interest! i hardly ever get any asks and when i do, it's usually a request lol not that i'm complaining but it's really nice to talk about the characters and not just write for them.

this is really hard to answer because i think jake is a great actor and he brings so many things that i love about his characters. keep in mind i haven't watched all his movies though, so this list is solely based on what i have seen already.

it was really hard to think about this.

1: David Loki

There is so much mystery within this character and everything about him just makes him all the more intriguing. he makes me want to dissect him like he's a goddamn academic subject and scream into a pillow. I could write an entire thesis on this character. I can't forget how he didn't even turn his nose at the sight of an extremely decomposed body in the priest's basement like this man can fucking handle anything. He's committed to his job and to getting to the truth and I love that about him.

2: Brian Taylor.

I love this man so much, he had to be on here. What I love about Brian is that he's a whole-hearted man. He makes the best out of his days, is light-hearted and just wants to make the people around him smile and laugh. He is the epitome of class clowns, but he's also really smart,. hard-working and probably an over-achiever. I love the fact that he work AND studies like this man wants the best for him and his loved ones. I feel like he would be the kind to remember small things like the way you like your coffee or your go-to order at McDonald's, but you wouldn't expect him to so it would always surprise you. AND BALD JAKE IS SEXY IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS

3. Tommy Cahill

I KNOW I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING FOR HIM YET BUT HE DESERVES THE WORLD. God, this man knows he's made some bad choices but he just wants to be a better person and he's so desperate for it too. i think Tommy's heart truly has good intentions and it shows when he apologized to the woman he robbed. i don't think he'll ever really forgive himself secretly, not for the crime, but for having terrified an innocent person and the fact that he wants to be the complete opposite from the monster he was in the moment is what i really admire about him.

[gyllenhaalstories]

I'm new to your blog and I wanted to know if you got any fics of yours to rec to read first? Thanks! 😀

hi, anon!!!! welcome, welcome! it's so good to have you! idk why these asks get me so excited but i've gotten two people telling me they're new and that makes me incredibly happy 😭 okay so i MUST preface this list by saying i am incredibly critical of my own work yet i can't bring myself to proofread, correct spelling mistakes or even stop putting out trash content into this world. but oh well! i'll pick 3 fics that when i read them, i realize that wow isn't it funny how they are literally targeted to me because i am ultimately my one and only main audience? aka 3 fics that do not fill me with self hatred! here we go, i hope you’ll like them, anon! ❤️ also i’m sorry i held on to this ask for a couple of days because being nice to myself is hard anyway lol <3

TO BE SO LONELY (part 1 & part 2) with joe baylor! (the best work i have ever written)

SET FIRE TO THE RAIN with danny sharp! (i lied, this is the best work i have ever written)

well, that makes 3 fics mathematically speaking but... i’ll give you a few more that i think are sort of not that bad? most of my one shots are safer, they’re more recent so i think they are definitely better than the earlier things i wrote!

CELL BLOCK TANGO with detective loki!

LA PAURA DEL BUIO with jake!

LOOK IN THE MIRROR with tommy cahill!

DISTRACTION with jake! (it’s my new one but idc i actually really like it)

[gyllenhaalstories]

last update: september 18 (new fic!) 🍂  

MOST RECENT UPLOADS:

bodies in the sand (elwood dalton fluff & smut)

fetish (rusty sabich smut)

what goes around comes around part 1 and what goes around comes around part 2 (barbara and rusty sabich, fluff & angst & smut)

my gifs 🍊

DON’T REPOST THEM. 

DON’T use them for fanfics without crediting or using the search feature. DON’T edit them at all without messaging me first. DON’T repost them on tumblr. DON’T post them on twitter or instagram or pinterest or anywhere else. DON’T steal my gifs & photo edits or take credit for them. if i see my content being used without any mention of my blog and without proper credit, i will contact you and you must remove them and/or delete the post with stolen content. please credit my gifs and edits.  

jake edit tag / jake gifs tag

presumed innocent content masterlist

road house content masterlist

rules 🍊

YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER. please respect this. it’s a security for both you and me. the warnings are tagged on the actual posts, so make sure you read them so you’re not triggered by something. it is your responsibility to read the warnings and respect your boundaries. YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO READ ALL OF MY FICS.

unless stated otherwise, the reader is female. the details of reader’s appearance are kept vague, however ALL OF MY FICS ARE INTENDED FOR PLUS SIZE READERS despite not being tagged as such every time. i always write with a plus size reader in mind, which means positions and actions might get repetitive but they are more suitable for fat bodies. fatphobia will NOT be tolerated.

i do write a lot of real people fiction. they are and always will be works of fiction. i don’t write hardcore or dark kinks, although i experiment from time to time and i make sure everything is tagged accordingly. if a warning is missing, please contact me and i will rectify the situation.

i write when i have both time and inspiration to do so, and i rarely have both. i appreciate receiving requests, but i mainly write what i want to write. i can still take inspiration from the requests! but if you are searching for a quick fulfillment of a request, i suggest finding another writer. thank you for being patient.

DO NOT TRANSLATE OR STEAL OR COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

who i write for 🍊

main: jake gyllenhaal

characters *: adam bell, danny sharp, davis mitchell, detective loki, elwood dalton, jamie randall, jerry brinson, joe baylor, john kinley, lou bloom, morf vandewalt, quentin beck, rusty sabich & tommy cahill

tropes: dilf, dad’s best friend, best friend’s dad, best friend, neighbour, enemies/friends to lovers, teacher, ex, sub or switch, broadway, singer, etc.

* masterlist of my fics for jake’s characters

how to navigate 🍊

click on the titles of the stories to be redirected to the original post. if you find out that some links are broken and lead you nowhere, please, tell me about it.

FANFICS 🍊

You’re doing amazing sweetie Part 1 & Finals Finale Part 2 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x student!reader)

Funfetti Lingerie (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Time to Dance & Tomorrow Never Came (inspired by Jake Gyllenhaal in the Time to Dance music video)

Christmas edition: Extraordinary Merry Christmas Part 1 (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader) & EMC Part 2 (vanilla smut between Tom Holland x reader)

Come Sail Away (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

La Paura Del Buio (smut between Italy!Jake x reader)

To Be So Lonely (smut between Joe Baylor x reader)

To Be So Lonely Part 2 (smut between Joe Baylor x reader)

Red Velvet (smut between sub!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Oh So Charming (smut between doctor!Jamie Randall x reader)

Let It Ring (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Look In The Mirror (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader)

Aquamarine, Ocean’s Blue (smut between Paris!Jake x reader)

Set Fire to The Rain (smut between Danny Sharp x reader)

Blue Velvet (smut between Morf Vandewalt x reader)

Distraction (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Mamma Mia (smut between Italy!Jake x reader)

Tu es Jolie (smut between Davis Mitchell x reader)

Through the Afternoon (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake x Plus size!reader)

Break Room (smut between Danny Sharp x reader)

Shadow Speaking (smut between vampire!Jake x reader)

Fade (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Works Like a Charm (smut between Jerry Brinson x reader)

Snowed In (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader)

Cherish (smut between Chocolatier!Jake x reader)

Cherish Part 2 (smut between Chocolatier!Jake x reader)

Leg Lock (smut between Elwood Dalton x reader)

Un pari à Paris (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake x reader)

Something to Rely On (fluff between Detective Loki x reader) 

Very Trainable (smut between Jamie Randall x reader) 

Bubble Gum (smut between Danny Sharp x reader) 

Pillow Talk (fluff between Davis Mitchell x reader) 

Come On, Barbie! Let’s Go Party! (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader) 

Don’t Let the Grinch Steal Christmas (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader) 

Chokehold (smut between sub!Elwood Dalton x reader)

Fortune Cookie (smut between Detective Loki x reader)

Count it Down (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Freak Like Me (smut between Elwood Dalton x Plus size!reader)

Freak Like Me Part 2 Coming Soon

We’re Not Cowboys (comfort/fluff between Danny Sharp x reader) 

Northern Lights (fluff between Detective Loki x reader)

And Live From New York It’s... Sunday Morning (fluff & smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Alibi (angst & smut between Rusty Sabich x reader)

What Goes Around Comes Around (fluffy, angst & smut between Barbara Sabich x Rusty Sabich x reader)

What Does Around Comes Around Part 2 (angst & smut between Barbara Sabich x Rusty Sabich x reader) 

Fireworks (smut between John Kinley x reader)

Fetish (smut between Rusty Sabich x reader) 

Bodies In The Sand (fluff & smut between Elwood Dalton x reader)*** Newest fic

REQUESTS 🍊

The risqué subway (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Happy little accident, part 1 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Happy little accident, part 2 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Where do you think you’re going? (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

The dining table (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Clair de lune (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

High Horse (angst between Quentin Beck x reader)

Lush (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Cell Block Tango (smut between Detective Loki x reader) 

Stand in the sun (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

HEADCANONS 🍊

Boyfriend!Jake headcanons

Best Friend!Jake headcanons part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4 (different storyline)

Dad!Jake headcanons: Build a Bear & Part 2.

Leo Gyllenhaal (reader and Jake’s dog) & Part 2

Valentine’s Day with Jake headcanons

Fratboy!Jake headcanons

Hickeys headcanons for Jake

Elwood Dalton and Plus size!reader headcanons

MISC 🍊

Your camera roll if Jake Gyllenhaal was your boyfriend 

Jake helping you when you have your period Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3

Spin the wheel drabbles: Anthony Swofford & Tommy Cahill & John Kinley & Elwood Dalton)

Gyllenholland one shot: Movie Matinée.

Gyllenholland x Reader one shot: Adore you (Birthday boy!Jake, MFM threesome).

You Won’t Play, You’re No Fun (smut between Chris Evans x reader) 

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (smut between Tom Hiddleston x reader)

KINKMAS 2020 (prompt list) 🍊

Vanilla Sex with Tom Holland

Edging with Jamie Randall

Breeding Kink with Tom Holland

Degradation & Public Sex with (rapper!)Jake Gyllenhaal

Blow job & Praise Kink with (frat!)Tom Holland

Cockwarming with (Mob!)Jake Gyllenhaal

Thigh Humping & Praise Kink with Tom Holland

Thigh Humping with Quentin Beck

Public Sex with (rapper!)Jake Gyllenhaal

Degradation Kink & Boob job with Tom Holland

Breeding Kink with Jake Gyllenhaal

Kinkmas tag

KINKMAS 2021 (introduction) 🍊

Day 1: Cum play & Aftercare with Sub!Jake

Day 2: Titty fuck with Sugar Daddy!Jake

Day 3: Public sex & Cockwarming with Fratboy!Jake

about me 🍊

Laurie, she/her, 26 years-old, Virgo

Bisexual & Biromantic

French speaking Canadian

AO3 (tbd)

images credits 🍊

Icon by me @/gyllenhaalstories 

Header graphic by me @/gyllenhaalstories

Top photo by me @/gyllenhaalstories

Fall divider by @/saradika-graphics

[gyllenhaalstories]

Hey are you taking requests for writing? If so what characters would you be interested in??

hi hi!!! i'd say i'm more taking suggestions than requests at the moment, unfortunately my imagination is refusing to cooperate hence the lack of fics for the past months. coming up with ideas is easy for writing? never heard of her 😂 i have a ton of smut stories drafted so depending on the ideas i'm being suggested, i can try to merge them with one of the drafts i already have. the list of characters i write for is on my masterlist, but i'll copy it here for you: adam bell, davis mitchell, detective loki, jamie randall, jerry brinson, joe baylor, lou bloom, morf vandewalt, quentin beck & tommy cahill. the names in bold are the ones i could have more inspiration for! i also do au's and tropes for jake as rpf so that's an option as well (i'm open to tropes for the characters, nothing i write is canon like ever).

so if you have something in mind for one of them, feel free to send it to me and i'll see what i can do! whether it's in dms or through asks i can keep private if you'd prefer, we can discuss about it and see where it takes us. if it's for someone that is not written in bold, i say you can always shoot your shot! i'm extremely slow but i'll still try my best! 💗