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[daniel-bruehl]

What is your top 5 favourite video games of all time? And your top 5 favourite songs right now! 🥰✨

alrightyyyy so!

my top 5 video games:

Silent Hill 2. like, there's not even room for discussion. this game altered my brain chemistry and changed the trajectory of my entire life lol i loved it then i still love it just as much, if not more, today

Assassin's Creed 2 / The Ezio Collection but specifically the first two games with Ezio. they are simply UNMATCHED for me, no ac games after came close to what they made me feel

Call of Duty Modern Warfare II (2022) and not only because of the very hot characters but because it genuinely surprised me with the way they gave life to those characters, the variety in gameplay action, plus the cut scenes felt like a whole movie and it was just such an enjoyable game all around?? (also the character design... hnnngh)

and i say this with my whole heart: The Sims (4, bc it's the only one i owned so far, but from what i've seen from the previous games they all deserve a spot here) bc WHERE ELSE am i able to make so many unhinged decisions, tell so many wild stories all while downloading really cool clothes and furniture to customize my game for free?? exactly, nowhere. would've been on 2. place in this ranking if it wasn't for the amount of times the game crashed on me and the fact that the babies are marked as objects bc???)

Silent Hill: Downpour. I know, i know, many people hated the game and i see why but consider this; the game looked so beautiful, the revelation at the end was a+ heartbreaking for me AND the main character was a really hot and really morally questionable sad guy so. case closed <3

and now to my top 5 songs THIS IS REALLY HARD bc how am i supposed to choose when i have hundreds of favorite songs for each mood and time of day?? so i'm just gonna give you my top 5 for today, 5.40 p.m. local time lmao

Savages by MARINA (a society-bashing classic if you ask me <3)

Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift (makes me want to kill some men and i love that for me)

Seige by Hans Zimmer (the climax of that song? DRAMATIC)

Killers from the Northside by Kordhell (i, too, have fallen into the phonk hole i'm sorry)

Something in the Orange (need me some sad country tunes today)

Thank you so much for asking!! 💗

Ask me my top 5 of anything!

[gyllenhaalstories]

COUNT IT DOWN — JAKE GYLLENHAAL

summary: jake grunts. jake grunts a lot. jake grunts very loudly. do i need to say more?

warnings: smut (semi public sex, quickie, fingering, penetration, orgasm control, creampie). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2920

gifs credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i can't get the sound of jake's grunts out of my head (not that i want to anyway) 🥵 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"9, 10, 11, 12..."

You sighed. They had been counting to twenty so many times over, they probably hit the million mark by now.

"13, 14, 15, 16..."

You busied yourself around the gazebo, alternating between taking photos of the cloudy sky and videos of the gentle breeze that made the branches of the pretty flower bushes surrounding the area dance.

"Harder!"

The camera, following your movement, focused on Jake rather than the white flowers.

"17, 18, 19... 20!"

"Fuck!" Another grunt.

Jake's trainers and fitness team showered him in praise for sustaining yet another repetition of literal gut punches.

But all you could hear was the noises he just made.

Your man glanced over at you and waved, soft giggles completed the picture. He was gesturing something. For someone who spoke so much with his hands, he was not that good at it.

You figured he meant he was almost done. Or so you hoped.

The punches started all over again, but the sound of the gloves hitting Jake's skin and the redness that bloomed over his abs indicated they were going all in for this last set.

You approached the gazebo, attention focusing on the noises that Jake was making and how he scrunched his nose with each punch.

With each grunt too. Was it a subterfuge to distract himself from the pain, to trick his mind and body to take hit after hit?

Your jaw dropped, although only Jake noticed, while you watched them. It was mesmerizing. No, actually, it was hypnotizing.

The ceiling fans could not rotate fast enough to dry the layer of sweat that was all over Jake's body. He contracted his abs with all his might, hands behind his head and torso exposed to receive more torture. The masochistic exercise was sending his brain into overdrive.

You murmured a faint "You're gonna hurt yourself" that got blatantly ignored by everyone in the room. You clutched on your phone harder, as if you were receiving a part of all that pain too. The fingernails of your free hand dug crescent shapes into your palm.

"One more." His opponent was back at it with the assault on Jake's abs. Everybody in the room chanted the last series of numbers until the training was finally over. In between each digit, there was a loud grunt. In between each hit, the veins of Jake's pelvis bulged while pumping all the blood that made his skin a dark share of red.

Everybody but you retreated to one of the many entrances of the gazebo, getting ready to leave. Meanwhile, you leaned on the column for much needed balance.

"That was fantastic!" Jake laughed. His laughter was the only one that sounded genuine. The other guys chuckled, worried, at his appearance. They pointed out how he was "red as shit". To which Jake answered that "We want the movie to be good, you know."

You were concerned, still, but more so turned on by the scene.

The endorphins were hitting Jake hard. You could tell he was worked up in more ways than one. The euphoric giggles and cocky smile, the way he hopped and jogged around the gazebo to keep his body in this momentum. He was not hearing a word that his team was telling him, something about setting up his ice bath, as they exited the area in a cacophony of squeaky shoe noises. The only thing Jake acknowledged was your presence.

You let him walk to you close enough to pull you by the hand so he could kiss your lips.

"I knew it. I knew you wanted to watch." He smirked. "I gave one hell of a good show, didn't I?" He took your phone out of your hand and set it on the bench from where he grabbed a towel to wipe his forehead with. "Don't tell me that's not true, it's written all over your pretty face."

You rolled your eyes, not even trying to stand up for yourself. "So, you're done now?"

Jake shrugged with a not-so innocent grin on his blushing face. "Kinda."

"What do you mean, kinda?" You sighed, annoyed. "If I hear you guys count up to twenty again today, I swear..."

"Ooh, I'm scared." He giggled again. He calmed down and squinted, looking at you through his long lashes. "No counting up."

Your satisfaction with his answer was short lived.

"But we'll count it down."

You watched him while he draped the towel down on the black mats. "Remember when I bet that you wanted to join me today? I was right." He took a step closer to you. "I'm feeling all the good luck running through my veins right now, so I wanna make another bet."

You looked at him with a confused arched brow. Your eyes studied his body. From the messy wet hair, down to the curve of his pecs, and even further down to his swollen abs; your eyes were met with the bulge in his shorts.

"I bet you that I can make you cum," he brought your attention back to his face. "With twenty thrusts."

"Here?" He nodded. His team was not far away, you could hear them dump bags of ice in the converted trash container that was used for temperature shocks. You rolled your eyes. Laughing while taking in so much pain was insane, but not having a care in the world about getting caught was even more insane. "Nah."

"Come on! I know you want to." He repeated the next words in a lower, quieter voice. "I know you want me to fuck you." He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. "Twenty thrusts, that's all I'm asking." Jake loved to work his magic, he knew all too well that this same magic worked every time. Well, almost. "You gonna give it to me? Gonna let me fuck your pretty pussy? Gonna let me show you who you belong to?" The hand that was on your cheek started to travel down your body, following the shape of your stomach until it slid under the hem of your clothes.

You gasped when you felt his warm hand cup your pussy underneath your panties.

He grunted when his fingers dipped ever so slightly in your wetness. "Yeah, you do. You want it so fucking bad." He pushed his middle finger between your folds and teased your clit. "You were getting so worked up from watching me that you had to go play in the flowers like a busy little bee. You couldn't keep your eyes off me for long, huh?"

You cut his monologue short with a passionate kiss. Your tongue invaded his mouth but quickly lost the battle for dominance.

The way you moaned against Jake's lips gave him the unspoken permission pull down your pants after you both kicked off your shoes. He broke the kiss to help you lay down on the towel and remove his shorts too. "I take it as you accept my bet?"

You both laughed while you gently slapped his chest. "Just fuck me already."

"Attagirl." You did not need to say it twice. Jake spread your legs open and positioned himself between them, kneeling and taking deep breaths while he took in the sight of you offering your body to him.

"We gotta be quiet." You reminded him about the risks of getting caught. What a waste of words.

Jake used your wet pussy to jerk off and lube his cock. He looked at you and how you squirmed under him. You were so wet for him, he glided over your folds and clit easily. "Oh yeah, looks like you care so much about being quiet." He didn't give you time to protest, he guided his cock and pressed it against your entrance. "I don't give a fuck if they hear. And judging by how wet you are..." He pushed, slowly, until his tip was inside of your clenching walls. "You want them to hear us too."

You moved on him, helping Jake get all the way inside you. He was surprised, but through a nod you both agreed that the first thrust did not count.

Jake puts his hands on your stomach, keeping you immobile and at his mercy. "Count down for me, baby."

And you did just that, or so you tried. Jake's first five thrusts were slow and deep, he let you get adjusted to his size while he praised you over and over again about how good you felt wrapped around him. He was rock hard, all the stamina built up from his training made it near impossible to hold himself back and stick to his stupid bet.

"Please, harder!"

Jake grunted in response. He obliged, happily. Selfishly, too. He scrunched his nose and bared his teeth with each thrust.

When you called out the number fifteen with a loud and long moan, he switched things up.

He lifted your legs so you could use his body to lean them on. In this position, you were slightly lifted upwards. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed all the way back in your pussy. The angle made your entire body flinch. He waited for you to say the next number out loud, but his patience ran out fast. "We're not even halfway done and you've gone dumb already? That's my good girl."

With the next ten thrusts, Jake successfully fucked the shyness out of you. You counted down from 15 to 5 loud enough to please him and most certainly loud enough to be heard. He was reaching so deep inside of you, that a few of those numbers failed to come out of your mouth. Instead, your incoherent "Ah, ah, ah" drove Jake even crazier and that made him want to keep hitting that sweet spot.

Now, there were five thrusts left. You could tell that Jake was dangerously close to the edge by the way he grunted louder and without any restraint. He was lost in the moment, without a care for the world that surrounded him. All that mattered to him was making you feel good.

"Fuck!" You cried out when his thumb brushed over your untouched clit. "That wasn't part of the," you panted, he rubbed your clit faster. "Of the rules."

"Do I look like I care?" He breathed out. "Look at me."

You batted your cock drunk eyes at him and took in the view. He looked so good, all sweaty and needy from this different, and much more entertaining, form of exercise.

"That's it, forget about it. You don't need to think." He pulled out, leaving just his leaky tip inside your hole. He watched your chest rise and fall with anticipation for the next thrust that followed quickly after.

"5... 4..." You counted along.

"3," Jake counted down with you. His thumb rubbed your clit at the perfect pace and intensity. Your pussy clenched so tight around him that he knew the last couple of thrusts would make it almost impossible not to cum too quickly. You were both so close. "Just like that, baby. You're taking me so fucking good."

"2." Your face twisted into a blissful expression. Nothing else mattered other than your imminent release. You rested your hands on Jake's arms, kind of trying to keep him close but also kind of trying to push him away so you could process the way your body felt in this very moment.

Jake stilled inside of you. The way your walls clenched and relaxed around his cock felt heavenly. He pulled out completely and sat back. He grunted when he caught the view of your pussy, juices leaking down on the towel from your stretched out hole. You looked so tempting, so delicious. If only he had more time, he would devour you like there was no tomorrow. If only. "Ready, baby?"

You nodded, hands reaching in his direction to try and bring him back where you needed him the most, which was balls deep inside of you.

"Yeah, you are." He leaned forward to kiss you, a distraction from the touch of his fingers on your sensitive clit. He needed you closer, impossibly closer, so that he could feel you explode all around him.

You arched your back. He swallowed your moans. Your legs tried to wrap around his waist, you were trying anything to get him to make you see stars.

"I regret this stupid bet." He scoffed. He looked down at his slick covered cock, it was red and veiny like the rest of his abdomen. It throbbed between your bodies. He could not wait any longer. He used his free hand to line himself with your entrance for the last time. He took a deep breath and exhaled when he pushed his cock inside of you.

Inch by inch, you felt all of his length until he bottomed out. With his thumb rubbing your clit, it all felt so intense. You let out your loudest moans yet when you started to cum on his command.

Jake tried to talk you through it, telling you that you were his "perfect cockslut" and that "your pussy was made to take my cum". He slurred his words more than anything.

His voice echoed in your empty mind, so did the sound of his grunts when your clenching walls brought him to his orgasm.

He fought to keep his eyes open so he could watch your reaction to being filled with his load. Jake moaned your name when your pussy relaxed around him. It finally let him move, not that he wanted to.

Your legs fell down on the floor and you laid there, giggling to yourself. Jake lost no time to join you, laughing along while he kissed your lips.

You put one hand on his cheek and the other one on the back of his head, not caring for his sweaty hair. You pulled him closer for another kiss. You wanted this moment to last forever, and, well, you desperately wanted a second round.

"Oh shit." Jake cursed when he was called out for his ice bath again. "Just in time." He pointed out the odd timing, right when you guys finished. The was no way this was a coincidence.

Your eyes widened at the realization. There was no way this was a coincidence. They heard you. They heard it all.

"Coming!" Jake yelled out then exploded in a fit of giggles while he stood up and put his gym shorts back on.

"You're unbelievable." You, finally, laughed along with him while trying to hold your body up on your wobbly knees.

Jake looked down at you and scrunched his nose again. "You look so fucking good down there."

"I know." You agreed.

Jake winked at you, then he told you how you were the unbelievable one. He adjusted himself in his boxers, apprehending the temperature shock that awaited him, but you pushed his hands out of the way.

You licked over his puffy, red abs in a long stripe. You tasted his salty sweat on your tongue while you kept going for as far as you could.

You earned a loud grunt and helping hands to pull you back up on your feet. "You're not shy now, huh?" He smiled from ear to ear while he watched you dress up too. Jake promised himself that he was not going to let this be the only time you licked his sweat like that. You could not get away with doing something so hot.

You caught him staring so you stole a quick kiss from his lips as to not take an even longer and more suspicious amount of time before sending Jake back to his fitness team.

"Don't worry, baby." He tried to reassure you, which worked for a split second. "Everybody already heard you while you were cumming. I'm sure they won't mind if we take a little more time." Jake held your jaw in his hand and planted a long kiss on your lips, making sure you did not wiggle away from him just yet. He called the shots, or so he liked to think, and only pulled away when his named was called out again.

You shooed him away, laughing along.

"Go back to the house and wait for me there, yeah?" He started to jog away from you and exited the gazebo. "I'll need something to warm me up afterwards." He turned around to wink at you and he disappeared from your sight. You could still hear his mischievous giggling while you collected your senses, until the noise was replaced with the group of men loudly discussing the amount of ice to put in the makeshift bath.

You picked up the towel from the floor, hiding the evidence that the drops of his cum left behind, and you grabbed your phone from where Jake left it. You squinted when you noticed how it was propped up against a boxing glove, aimed in the direction where Jake fucked you. You gasped audibly when you discovered that your phone was recording the scene the entire time. You held your phone tightly in your hand and walked out of the gazebo, heart racing and heat radiating from your core.

Jake was right: he would need something warm to help him recover from the ice bath. And with this little video of yours... You knew exactly how to keep his favourite set of holes ready.

[gyll-yee-haw]

Hi! 💛

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?

Hiii, sweetheart <333

Thank you for the ask!!

If I'm being honest, my fave Jake boy to write or read is Jake himself, probably... including some INSANELY GOOD AUs that our favorite girl Laurie (@gyllenhaalstories) comes up with, she's brilliant - my personal faves are Chocolatier!Jake, the forever in our hearts Rapper!Jake and specially her Barbie fanfic that I think about everyday 🥺🎀

Now let's talk about my fave characters... well, I love most of them, but my top 3 are probably:

1. Detective Loki (no surprise to absolutely anyone)

I just love me some hurt confort with a man covered in tattoos and a dark past.... and btw, I love how tumblr invented a WHOLE background for him, I can't thank our brilliant artists enough 😭

And I can't not mention 'The storm' because it's probably my fave fic I've ever written 🤭

2. Donnie Darko

I'm obsessed with that movie and I love the absolute filthy ideas people send me here 😭 (I love one sub!boy)

When I think of Donnie fics, I think of @psychwxrdd

3. Our criminally ignored Adam Bell

Well, he's big and hairy and I have a professor kink, okay??

Big thanks to @lust4life01 for providing us her masterpieces with him 🙏🏻 (big shutout to this fic specifically)

[caffeineplusmypen]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

1. I'm new here (hopefully doing this correctly 😂)

2. I have lots of pillows on my bed.

3. I prefer showers to baths.

@ilovedavidloki @sizzlingcloudmentality @gyll-yee-haw @gyllenhaalstories @charliehoennam @jakegyllinhaal

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

still

pairing: Dave York x f!reader word count: ~2.6k summary: Your car broke down and your ex Dave is the only one who might help you. So you give him a call and meet him again, seven months after the break up. tags/warnings: hurt and just a hint of comfort, exes in love, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, mentioning of cheating, lots of emotional ouchy ouches. flashbacks a/n: choo choo, all aboard the train to "I prefer writing hurt over smut", the trip might be painful, enjoy the journey. And if you make it to the end, there might be a tiny sliver of comfort. This is my entry for the summer lovin' challenge, thank you to @pedgito , @chaotic-mystery and @amanitacowboy for organizing this beast of a challenge! I am still very much in love with my moodboard as well as the theme roadtrip, and I am always and forever in love with Dave. Lucky me got my man for this challenge. Lots of love goes out to @janaispunk who cheered me on in person for my first 2.4k fic which I ended up hating and deleting. She still cheered me on when I belt this one out the day after. Thank you for being SO patient, for brainstorming with me and for giving me all the praises! And for beta'ing. You are the kindest soul around these corners of the internet! 💛 Special thanks to @gyllenhaalstories for making me laugh, listening to me whine and helping me, even though it's not exactly your fandom, forehead kissies for you and a ✨🥖 💖 Oh and in case anyone is interested, I made a playlist because that's just who I am. dividers by @firefly-graphics!

Your finger hovers over the green ‘call’ button. Then you see the last date in the call log. It was seven months ago, in November, when things were still good between you and him. When you spent your stolen moments together in the warm light of your fairy lights above your bed. But soon, the cold, dark, anthracite colored winter would have occupied the empty space beside you and inside of your heart.

___

“I’m staying with them. I’m so sorry. I love you. But my girls need me. I love my family.” He uttered in the dark, his lips nuzzling the nape of your neck and his arms wrapped around you tightly. Like he didn’t want to leave you. 

“I understand,” you muttered back and wrapped your whole being around him that night.

___

A truck thundering past you at full throttle makes you shriek and your parked car quake. You snap back into reality. Your car broke down minutes ago, steam coming out from under the hood, a smell of hot rubber and metal engulfing you in the inside of your car. You need help.

___

“Doll, call me whenever you need something. I don’t care what it is, I’m there for you, okay?” His fingers held your chin firmly and with a single gentle tilt he made you look at him. He was already half on his way out, standing on your doorstep. The November cold was creeping in through the open door. The door he stepped through so many times. The door through which he was leaving your place now, the last time. He knew you wouldn’t call. You were too proud. Too hurt. 

___

You shouldn't call him. Not now. Not ever. But it was getting dark and you still had a 90 minute drive ahead of you before you finally got home. Your anxiety slowly creeps up on you like the long shadows of the setting sun. You stare at the letters of his name. D. A. V. E. 

You needed help. And he always helped you. Just call him, just this one time.

___

“You’re married,” you remarked with a raised brow. “I like you, Dave, but I don’t think we should go on a date together.” You fiddled with the paper wrapper around your coffee cup, your name written on it with squiggly lines. 

“Just this one time. Nothing will happen, I promise. But you are brilliant and I love talking to you. Just one platonic date between coworkers. Between friends.” He puppy eyed you and with the single touch of his fingers on the back of your wrist he soothed your nervousness.

“Okay. Just this one time. As friends.”

___

It takes a while until he answers his phone. He probably had to make up a lie to explain to his perfect wife why his phone was ringing at 9 pm.

“You alright, Doll?” His voice… the concern in it. He sounds like he still cares for you. “Doll! Are you okay?” This time he almost sounds upset. Was he this worried about you?

“Dave,” you croak and clear your throat. “I’m okay. But I need help. My car broke down and I-”

“Where are you, I’m picking you up.”

“It’s outside of the city, around 90 minutes. I know it’s late and-”

“Just send me the location, I’m there in 90.”

After what felt like forever, after marinating in your own thoughts and the memories of Dave, you can see a car approaching behind you. The headlights right in your rear mirror, the hazard warning lights blinking. Dave. Thank God. You climb out of the car, the trucks and cars thundering past you, the headlights blinding you. It’s him. The familiar frame of his body, black against the backlight as he quickly walks towards you. Another truck passing by, the sounds of hundreds of engines roaring around you.

And suddenly there’s silence. Only the sound of your own blood rushing through your veins is thundering in your ears. Dave’s here. His face, god, he looks like he did the day he left you. Tears are brimming in your eyes as he reaches you, reaches out for you, grasps at your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. 

His warmth envelops you, his scent fills your nostrils, his hand cradles your head and he still feels like home. The silence in your head is torn apart by a sob and you inhale sharply, violently, like you just came up for air for the first time in seven months. 

“Shhhh, Baby, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe.” Dave’s voice finds its way from his lips through your ears right into your heart. A pain from an old wound flares up, a gash in the depths of your soul that you thought you already had left behind. But his words soothe the pain, even if it’s just a little bit and only for a small amount of borrowed time.

Another sob and your hands clutch his shirt while you hide your face from him. You don’t want him to see you this vulnerable again, you don’t want him to start caring about you again. 

___

“Don’t cry, please. God, Doll, don’t do this to me,” Dave whispered in the dark of his car, the first night he tried to end your affair. But you had fallen for him so quickly that it was embarrassing. “We have to stop this before we get hurt, Doll,” he murmured and his thumb wiped away the tears that gathered along your jaw, ready to drip like the rain outside that night. 

“Too late,” you sobbed quietly. A week later you said your first ‘I love you’s.

___

A passing car honks at you and it makes you jump but Dave stands solid, holds you in his arms and keeps you from slipping away from him. Like he never wants to stop holding you again.

“Come, let me bring you home, Baby,” he says, his voice strong and clear in the turmoil and roaring noise of the highway next to you. The passenger seat feels familiar, the cold leather against your thighs does too. And so do Dave’s glances, each one soaked up by your skin. With a purr the engine comes to life and besides the low hum and the vibration of the rolling tires against the pavement there were no other sounds. Neither Dave nor you dare to speak for a long time. As if you could accidentally speak feelings back into existence that aren’t allowed anymore.

“Did you visit your mom? How is she doing?” Of course he remembers, he remembers that you always visit your mom on Wednesdays. Because he came with you one day.

___

“I like him,” your mom whispered over the kitchen table as soon as Dave left the room to make a phone call. “And I think he really does love you. Everytime he looks at you he smiles without noticing.” Your mom didn’t care about the fact that he was married and about her daughter being the definition of “the other woman”. She invited Dave over for Christmas last year and he said he would make time. Then November came and with it heartbreak, rain and sorrow.

___

“Good. She’s doing good,” you answer quietly. She still asks about you. She still thinks that you love me. Do you still love me? You look over to him, allowing yourself to fully take in his form now. He looks the same, so known and yet so strange. You want to take his hand in yours, just like you always did when you drove in his car. You want to tame this one little strand of hair that always has a mind of its own. You want to simply smile at him. But the thin veil between you was weaved with threads of fear and couldn’t just be ripped apart with a touch. 

Silence falls over you again, both of you stare out on the highway. Red tail lights, blinking indicators, cars moving from left to right and back. For a moment the prospect of just staying silent seems like the best option. But you miss his voice. This will be the last chance to speak with him. After this incident you will delete his number. Now that you know he was just a call away, that he still cares enough to pick you up in the middle of the night… It’s too tempting and you can already see yourself spending hours sitting in front of your phone and staring at his contact. It would destroy the ignorant peace that you spent so much time on constructing. A flimsy house of cards that you moved into when Dave moved out of your life.

“Thank you, for picking me up. I hope you’re not in trouble… at home. For disappearing so suddenly.” You’re awfully aware of your voice. You sound so abashed, so weak, so hurt. It is an accurate representation of how you feel and you hope he won’t notice. You glance at Dave in the same moment he looks at you. He notices.

“Don’t worry about it. Don’t think a single thought about that, okay? I told you I would be there for you when you needed me.” His eyes flit to the road ahead for a second and then back to you. “I just hoped you would have called sooner.” You hold his gaze and it weighs heavy on you. He hoped? Your throat feels tight as a lump starts to form. “Why… didn’t you call sooner, Doll?” His voice now almost resembles yours and when you don’t answer he looks back to the cars in front of him.

“Because it’s over. You chose your family and that’s fine, really. That just made me-,” you cut yourself off before you could say ‘love’. “It made me respect you more. There is no room for me anymore. That’s why I didn’t call.”

Dave swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I guess I just wished you would have called. Or texted. Just to let me know you were okay.”

His words lingered in the air, like the scent of his cologne. He must have put on some before he got in the car to get you.

“Well, I wasn’t okay,” you whisper. You still are not okay.

His hand moves along the steering wheel, down, then up, a little pause, down again. You watch him and this awkward offset action and you wonder what it might substitute.

“Me neither,” he finally mutters and his hand comes off the wheel. He offers it to you, the palm facing upwards, facing you. Signifying that he holds no weapons, no secrets, that this is just his bare palm. That this is him, wanting to feel your bare palm. That he wants to feel you.

“Dave, we can’t-”

“I missed you.” He looks over to you, his hand flexing, the fingers spreading apart. “I miss you. Every day.”

The walls of your house made of cards and the sentence “Dave doesn’t even miss me” start shaking and with every heaving breath you take a card falls down to the ground.

“Please,” he quietly pleas and stretches out his arm a little more. 

___

“Please,” you giggled and placed your hand on the table of the diner, right next to the cherry pie with two forks on the plate. “Just for a second, pretty please!” Your eyes grew big and round, your lips pursed into the cutest pout and you flexed your hand and spread your fingers so his bigger ones would fit between yours. Dave sighed and rolled his eyes before he took your hand, not without hesitation. Your gazes met and both of you smiled. “Thank you,” you chuckled softly and squeezed his hand until he squeezed back. 

___

“Just for a moment,” you mumble and hesitantly place your palm on his. Your fingers find their places instinctively, the pads rest in the dips between his knuckles and your thumb brushes over his and over the little scar he had there. Some things never change. Like scars on fingers and broken hearts. A reminder of what was and what can never be again.

“Thank you,” Dave answers and very gently squeezes your hand.

I miss you, too. I miss you, too. I miss you-

“I miss you, too,” you blurt out hastily as if the meaning of the words could disappear before Dave understands it. “I miss you, too,” you repeat in a whisper.

“I know, Baby.” Dave looks over to you and a smile tugs the corners of his mouth upwards into a small smile. You smile back, mirroring the same sad smile that’s displayed on his face.

You didn’t talk for the last hour of the drive. All you did was hold on to each other in silence, hoping that no sound or bump in the road would wake you up from what felt like a dream. He’s missing you. Still missing you. He’s caring about you. He left his family on a Wednesday night just to pick you up, just because you called. Maybe things have changed. 

When Dave pulls up in front of your place you hold your breath. The dream was over now, it is time to face reality and say your final goodbyes. But before you could say anything Dave already gets out of the car and opens the passenger door. “I’ll just bring you to…” He trails off when he sees the expression on your face. Fear. Hope. Hurt. Once again he offers you his outstretched hand and you take it without hesitation. 

“Please tell me you know how to fix it,” Dave suddenly says as he watches you searching for your keys with your free hand. It. What a funny way of saying ‘us’.

You shake your head, your grip on his hand tightening as you take another step towards your front door. “I don’t. Do we even want to fix it?” You unlock the door and open it just a little bit. The cold air from inside brushes past you and mingles with the warm June breeze. Dave tugs on your hand and you willingly stumble towards him. 

___

“Thank you for the evening. I had so much fun!” The keys jingled when you tried to unlock your door, but Dave pulled on your hand until you stood right in front of him. 

“No, thank you! I had more fun than I’ve had in months. Maybe even in years,” Dave murmured and for what felt like the thousandth time that night he took in every detail of your face but this time his gaze stopped at your lips. “May I?”

You just nodded your head and smiled when his lips brushed against yours. A tender, chaste press of his lips to yours, like he was testing his own boundaries when it came to cheating on his wife. He smiled against your lips now, too, and bumped your nose with his. “Thank you, Doll. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

___

“I want to fix us.” His gaze trails over your face and lingers on all the spots he would like to touch but doesn’t dare to. “Do you?” His eyes grow big and the bigger they get the more fear and hope you can see in them.

“Yes, I do,” you answer after a few moments and cup his jaw in your hand.

“Thank you, Doll,” Dave murmurs and nuzzles your palm with his cheek. Then, with a quiet sigh he steps away from you and towards his car. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise.”

When you step inside your home the cool air from the AC feels warmer and it smells like the June night outside: the jasmine, the lavender, the hope. It wasn’t November anymore in your home.

find my Dave York masterlist here

find my general masterlist here

[archives-gyllenhaal-stories]

can you please tag your stuff as asks or something and not smut/imagine? sorry if this comes off as rude, not my intention 😰

shoot, my bad! i didn’t know it was annoying anyone. old roleplay habits of tagging everything die hard, believe me! i’ll tag the answered requests accordingly, but i’ll use “gyllenhaalstories answers” as my usual ask tag. i hope this satisfies you, nonny!

[det-loki]

The Jake withdrawals is very much a thing and I feel it too! 🥹 So I have a question for you! Is there something you would have loved to see/learn about Loki in the movie? A specific aspect of his life or something else about him that was not shown at all?

hi lovely!

I would absolutely love if we got his backstory!! I feel like it's very layered, and very telling into why he became a detective and was so intertwined in the missing girls case. I'm a sucker for angst 🤷🏻‍♀️

Another thing I would have loved to have seen would be his life at home (or lack thereof). Loki is a loner and leaning into that storyline a bit more would have been interesting to see

[firefly-graphics]

Hi, Daisy! I hope you're doing well! I just found your dividers and I absolutely adore them! Could I make a request, please? I love your lemons/fruit dividers (especially the ones with a small fruit in the middle and a line on both sides), would be be possible to have something similar to this but with oranges? So it would be an orange in the middle and an orange line around? Or however you feel like making it? Thank you so much!!!!

Hello lovely - I’m doing good thank you! Hope you are too.

I’ll get these posted soon sweetie

[gyllenhaalics]

I hope the whole situation will settle down eventually so you can catch a break! Please, stay safe and take care of you!!!!

Thank you so much!

I saw you posted new stories, I'd love to read them as soon as I have the time, to get my inspiration back.

[angelic-holland]

for the nosy asks! 18, 23, 29, 47 & 50! :D

18. What tattoos do you want?

Ahhh well I want another thigh piece (maybe an anatomical heart or brain), and then I want a sleeve on my arm that doesn’t have tattoos but I don’t know what I want yet.

23. What are five favorite musical bands/artists?

Green Day

SMWRs

Harry Styles

Dodie

Ed Sheeran (the old stuff)

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

Y’all might kill me but uh Citizen Kane

47. If you could marry any celebrity who would you pick?

Y’all already know...

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?

The weather right after it rains, it’s a little chilly but you can see the rainbow in the reflection of puddles and you get those goosebumps that just make ya smile... whew I love it

Be Nosy!

[daniel-bruehl]

i associate you with autumn (mostly because of your love for pumpkins, but shhh, details!) because you're warm and comforting and you're a source of joy comparable to walking on the ground covered with colourful leaves that have fallen or to holding a warm mug of hot chocolate after a long day and feeling like all is right for just a moment and also because i love autumn and i love you so it just makes sense (i associate you with the only person worthy of being called baroness zemo, but that's a whole other conversation) 🎃🥰🎃

asgdhshagfs omg Lauriieeeeee you were supposed to tell me what you associate with me AND NOT TO MAKE ME CRY ✋🏼😭 ilyyyyy 🥺🧡🧡🧡 (also let’s have that conversation soon 👀😂)

[gyllenhaalstories]

CHOKEHOLD — ELWOOD DALTON

summary: dalton is a triple threat: he’s got sexy tattoos, a thick neck and he’s terribly needy.

warnings: reader is gender neutral!, smut (quickie, masturbation, choking  handjob, edging, subby dalton vibes). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1430

photo credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i'm the captain (conductor? driver? main cheerleader who's been thirsting for dalton since the beginning? choose your fighter) of the the dalton hype train. grab your train ticket and join us! choo-choo! 🖤 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You knew what he was up to. You had your suspicions from the start, when he told you he wanted to grab something from the bedroom with a smile on his lips. There was a hint of mischief camouflaged under a layer of fake innocence, a mix that was so characteristic of him.

Dalton was not being subtle about it either. His moans, grunts and whimpers were loud enough to echo from the bedroom to the hallway, from where you were standing. Truthfully, the whispered pleas, muffled begging and “yeah, just like that, fuck” gave everything away.

You knew he was alone, at least physically. You also knew that he was thinking of you while he was doing whatever it was that kept him too busy to answer when you called out his name.

He loved to tell you how much he thought about you. Whether he was quickly jerking off in the shower after training to release some of the pent up energy that ran through his veins, or when he was taking his sweet time to enjoy himself — he was dying to tell you all about it. 

You started to wonder what turned him on the most between the act of sharing his filthy thoughts or watching you as your brain slowly melted away, detail after detail, until you had to recreate whatever jerk off story he was telling you. Knowing Dalton, it was most definitely both of those. And knowing Dalton, he was putting on a show for his own pleasure, the fact that you enjoyed it just as much was the cherry on top.

He caught a glimpse of your head peeking in the doorway. He tightened his fist around his cock and jerked off faster, focusing on his tip that already started to leak.

You stared, immobile, except for how you bit on your lower lip.

"Come on, don't be shy."

His invitation succeeded in being too tempting to resist. You walked in the bedroom and admired his body some more. The way his chest rose and fell heavily with every breath he took captivated you.

Dalton cut you off before you started drooling at the sight of his small, perky nipples. He was now standing up, the rest of his naked body exposed to you. He erased the distance between the two of you, his mouth searching for yours to exchange a kiss that you denied him.

"You wanted to get off?" He nodded, then tilted his head to the side. "So I'll get you off."

His hands, glistening with the spit and precum he used as lube, abandoned his cock and reached towards your clothes. He was eager to touch your body, to feel your warm skin on his.

Again, you denied him of this privilege. You clicked your tongue, telling him off. "No touching, babe." He pulled his best game of puppy eyes in an attempt to win you over, but he failed. "I just wanna make you feel good."

He earned a kiss when he surrendered and you let your hands fall on his shoulders and caress down his chest, his abdomen and to his waist.

Your fingers traced over the defined muscles of his hips before you broke contact to spit on your hand, getting it ready for his throbbing cock.

He threw his head back when you wrapped your hand around his shaft, revealing his neck that looked so sad without its usual marks.

You remedied the situation by leaving kisses on and around his Adam's apple, hickeys soon followed while you jerked him off so painfully slowly.

Dalton did not want to warn you about how close he had gotten himself before you caught him, he wanted to get lost in the feeling of your hand stroking him from the base to the tip. You cupped his heavy balls with your other hand. It felt heavenly, proven by the droplets of precum that trickled down his cock.

"Feels good, yeah?"

He nodded eagerly, you looked down between your bodies and noticed how he was flexing his hips, trying to fuck your hand faster. "I need you so bad, baby..."

"I know," you cooed at him. "I know you do. I can see it. I can feel it." You laughed softly, not mocking him about it just yet.

"I wanna be inside you." He mumbled, his moans getting louder when you swiped your thumb over his sensitive tip. "Please, please, please..."

His begging was cut short when your hand wrapped around his thick neck. You choked him lightly, giving him one more chance to listen to what you said moments ago.

Only, it only made him crave the feeling of you even more. "Come on," he repeated his words from earlier. "You know you want it too."

"Oh, I do." You smirked at your man. "But not yet. I want to make you earn it."

You took him by surprise when you jerked him off faster, harder, bringing him closer than he did on his own before until you felt a breath getting stuck in his throat. You pulled your hand away from his cock and looked down as it throbbed again.

Dalton caught your attention when he chuckled, the adrenaline rush of the first edge kicking in.

In return, you caught him off guard by tightening your grip around his neck and taking his cock in your hand again. You guided him, forcing him to walk backwards until his bare back met with the wall. You pinned him up in place, secured with the chokehold around his neck.

"You're so fucking hot." He managed to whisper, the praise convinced you to loosen your hand for a few moments. You let him catch his breath before you choked him again, before you edged him again.

He was being so good for you, and you told him so many times, while he took two more edges in this position. You felt Dalton pulsate in your hands, all of the veins bulging underneath your fingers. "Do you think you earned it?" You asked with a condescending tone. "Do you wanna cum? I think you do."

You blurred his mind, he was lost in confusion between begging to cum right now or waiting until he could finish inside of whatever hole you would offer him. He tried to think with his mind, but he failed miserably.

"Please let me cum!"

You added another layer of agony by letting go of his neck for a few moments, so you could push him towards the bed this time.

His body relaxed as the bed sheets and cushions safely welcomed his weight. And yours too, while you climbed to kneel by his side.

Your hand jerked him off fast again while he was fighting against how sensitive he felt, how close to his release he truly was. "You wanna cum for me baby? You wanna make a big mess for me?"

He wanted it so fucking bad and you knew it. You granted his wish and kept jerking him off until you could no longer hear the slick sounds of your hand around his shaft. The noises were replaced by his grunts of pleasure that resonated in the room.

Pleasure that turned into a complaint when you pulled your hand away at the perfect time. You made him cum without the final strokes of your hand that he craved so badly. Your other hand, though, was still choking him. You held him right there, in that sweet spot of euphoria while he finished riding the wave of his orgasm.

The vein on his temple looked so perfect, and you planted a loving kiss on it, tasting the beads of sweat that were on his skin. He came down from his high, both satisfied but still in desperate need for more.

You released his neck for the final time and replaced your hand with a trail of kisses all over his skin. You tried to follow his movements while he panted, recovering from the limited oxygen he had received these past minutes.

He watched you closely while your mouth abandoned his neck and, instead, followed the ropes of cum that he painted on his tan and toned stomach. Drops of cum dripped down his puffy abs and you licked all of it clean.

"Next time you want to jerk off, will you ask for my help instead?" You asked, crawling up the bed so your faces met for a heated kiss.

He moaned against your lips at the taste of him. "Next time, I'll just use you to jerk off instead."

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Lia's sleepover

Hi lovelies! So I just saw I hit 1.5k followers. And like holy shit, I was just celbrating 1.3k not even 2 months ago, its honestly so crazy and I'm so thankful for all the love and support! So I wanted to celebrate, but since I still have an active milestone challenge (which is still open btw, more info here), I thought I'd do my first sleepover, like ever, instead.

So this sleepover will consist of two sections, writing requests and send me things. see below for all the details

General info

The sleepover will begin today, July 18th until Saturday, July 23rd. That's how long I'll be taking requests/asks specifically to be included in the sleepover. And on Sunday, July 24nd I will be posting the writing requests. Though I will answer any send me things asks throughout the week.

For obvious reasons, and as it always has been, I ask that all participants be 18+. If you are under 18, one you should not be interacting with my blog to begin with, but I can't control your media consumption, so I do ask that you respect my boundaries and you don't participate.

If you are thinking of sending a writing request (that is not a headcanon) I ask that you do it asap so that I actually have time to have it done by Sunday.

You are more than welcome to send more than one ask, like please, go crazy.

Be kind and respectful, and I do ask that you look at my hard no's before requesting, I will include those below, I will not answer asks that make me uncomfortable.

I will use the tags #lia's sleepover #sleepover and #sweet asks

Send me things section

FMW fictional characters editions, would you rather, top three of whatever

Send me a kink and I'll rate it. Fuck no | No | Rather not | Not sure | I suppose | Yes | Fuck yes | Give it to me right fucking now |

Send me a character and I'll rate them

Ask me about my favourite trope

Ask me about my works or any future works you would like to know about

Anything your heart desires!, anything you want to know, anything you want to say to me, I want to hear it all

Writing request section

Send me a character + a kink, trope or line of dialogue (from the list I will link below pls) and I'll write a drabble for it (Maybe longer if I'm really feeling it)

Send me a character and your headcannons (SFW or NSFW)

Send me your thotties fantasies about x character and I'll write a drabble, yes it can be as filthy as you want. Reference my no's list and characters I'm writing for if you're unsure

Need I remind you you must be 18+ to request anything? Yes, please please, respect my boundaries, refrain from requesting if you are under 18.

Writing request info

Here is the list of characters I'm currently writing for. Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Javier P, and Din Djarin

As always my works are X readers, for the most part f!reader, but if there's no need for specifications it'll remain gender neutral

For the character + dialogue, I ask that you reference the list of dialogues I made in this post. But if you have a specific line of dialogue you'd like me to do that's okay too.

Here are my no's when it comes to requests. I don't have many and I'm open to pretty much anything, these are just my hard no's. Anything noncon (I've seen so many sb fics with this, I refuse to write this), anything blood kink related, BDSM themes simply because I don't know anywhere near enough to be able to write it, the obvious grooming, pedophilia, shit like that. It's not much, I'm open to pretty much anything.

Send me things!

Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged my fics these past few weeks, you have made my summer so much more bearable and I appreciate you so much. Your support means the world to me. And thank you for allowing me to share my love of these men. Yall are awesome.

No preassure tags, tagging my lovely mutuals

@fluffyprettykitty @a-reader-and-a-writer @sketch-and-write-lover @witchisenpai @gyllenhaalstories @inklore @loverhymeswith @littlestatesman

[bucksfucks]

   𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊

RULES || make a new post and share your answers.

thank you so much for the tag @msmarvelwrites — you’re such a sweetheart & kind soul, you deserve all the love!! <<3

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1. why did you choose your url?

uhhh well, as you know, i used to be honeysucklesteve! at first, a lot of my writing revolves around chris evans & his characters and while i still adore him!!! i found a passion writing for bucky!

so i wanted to change it to something that a) revolves around bucky and b) was short and fun!

2. any sideblogs? if you do, name them and say why you have them.

i only have one! it’s my library blog where i reblog only my writing! [ @honeyslibrary ]

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

ooof ummm well i attempted to use tumblr back in 2014 but i had a one direction fan account on instagram so i didn’t have much interest in tumblr oops 💀

4. do you have a queue tag?

i do!! i don’t use it toooooo often, but it’s what’s a queue anyways which i should re-name because i feel like i could do better

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

whore-knee-thots.

but ummm the past year has been rough, so i thought, hey, why not!

6. why did you choose your icon?

it’s seggsy. bucky barnes as the winter soldier is my kink

7. why did you choose your header?

it’s literally just the colour code that matches my pfp it’s all for the aesthetic ✌🏻

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

the feelings mutual — which, honestly? shocks me to this day

9. how many mutuals do you have?

oh man it must be like, a hundred? which is a very crazy thing to say out loud!

10. how many followers do you have?

idk, more than 12. i don’t like focusing on followers!!

11. how many people do you follow?

107 beautiful creators!

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

everything i post is a shit post

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

whenever i have the time/need the distraction!

14. have you ever had a fight/argument with another blog? who won?

only calling out racists and considering they have ✨blocked me✨ i think i’ve won.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i have never found money or good news from those chain emails back in middle school soooo yeah, they don’t get me

16. do you like tag games?

yah!! i don’t get tagged in many but i love them!

17. do you like ask games?

yes!! but i also don’t wanna clog up anyone’s feeds

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

literally everyone omgggg uhhh @navybrat817 @stargazingfangirl18 @angrythingstarlight just to name a few <<<3

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

i fall in love 13 times a day i have a crush on everyone

20. tags?

no pressure tags! @mickey-henry @balenciagabucky @coldfingers-warmheart @sunmoonandbucky @samwilsons-pillowpecs @danneelsmain @gyllenhaalstories @labella420 @cockslut-padalecki

[gyll-yee-haw]

Chapter 8

Professor!Jake x reader

Series information

Series masterlist

—

I’m standing in this wreck because of your smile.

(Bite Down Salvador - Catfish and the Bottlemen)

—

You knew you weren’t over Jake yet, even though all your hope was gone. But that letter… it changed everything.

If he really loved you, you should go after him. Tell him that your baby is actually his child…

The problem was that you had no idea how to find him. Maybe you could ask some of your teachers who knew him? He probably kept in touch with someone from your college, otherwise how would he know about your pregnancy? Maybe you could look for him online?

You didn’t know exactly what to do, but now there was hope again.

—

The first thing you did when you arrived in college the next day was show Wes the letter. You swore you could see his soul leave his body for a second.

“Y/N…” He sighed. “If this is true… if he loves you and he knows where you live, after all, this letter appeared at your doorstep, then why didn’t he look for you? Or at least left a phone number or anything so you could contact him?”

“Haven’t you read that?” You rolled your eyes, but nothing could really get that smile off your face. “He believed that this child is yours. I have to tell him the truth.”

“I don’t think so.” Wes shrugged. “He left you once, who said he won’t do it again?”

“It’s up to him.” You insisted. “But he has the right to know. Come on, Wes… if we have this little chance to be happy together, then why ignore it?”

Wes didn’t say anything, because he was thinking the exact same thing. If he had this tiny chance of being by your side and making you see that he could love you and raise this baby with you, he wouldn’t let anything or anyone get on his way.

Not even this little detail you didn’t know.

— flash back on —

On the day Jake quit his job, he showed up at the college campus to pick up his things. You weren’t there. But Wes was. And they ended up bumping into each other on the hallway. Jake had a box filled with all his stuff in his hands and Wes couldn’t help but look.

Jake explained to him that he got an offer from another University. He even said which one it was. Wes wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth, cause he seemed so nervous.

“Well, it’s a shame.” Wes lied. “We’re gonna miss your classes. I bet Y/N is gonna be so sad when she hears this. If… she doesn’t know already.”

“She doesn’t.” His heart hurt just by hearing your name. “But if you see her… just… just tell her that if she needs me for absolutely anything she can call me, okay?”

Then he handed Wes a card with his phone number.

“I’ll give it to her.” Wes nodded. “Good luck, professor.”

— flash back off —

“I just need to find a way to contact him…” You said.

“But he left you with nothing. No number, he didn’t even tell you where he was going.” Wes replied. “And what are you gonna tell people? That you lied about who was the father of your baby?”

“I don’t care about people, Wes.” You sighed. “I want to be happy. And I want my baby to know the truth.”

—

Weeks passed and you had nothing. None of your teachers knew where Jake was working now. The email that you knew was an account for employees of your college, so he didn’t have access to it anymore. You looked for him on every social media but never found anything.

You cursed him for giving you hope just to leave you one more time.

You couldn’t stand that anymore.

The only thing you thought about all day was how your child would never know the amazing father they had.

Yes, amazing. It didn’t matter all he did to you, you would never stop admiring him, just like you’d never stop loving him.

You were worried about maternity in general. You weren’t sure if you were ready for it.

And those worries kept you up all night. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good night of sleep. And you needed to take care of your health, since now there was a tiny human growing inside you…

So, one night you took a sleeping pill and went to bed.

You started to have some really peaceful thoughts. Imagining a baby that looked just like Jake. You smiled. A small child who barely learnt to walk grabbing Jake’s hand and walking on a huge, beautiful garden. And Jake would teach him everything he knew. About plants and about animals too. Your baby would be obsessed with him, ask him a million questions, and he would reply to them all with a huge smile on his face.

That smile…

You woke up the next morning feeling like that was the best night of sleep of your life. You were filled with the happiness from those memories your head created but you would never actually have.

So the next night, you lay down in bed, closed your eyes and tried to imagine those things again. Jake meeting your newborn baby. Helping you take care of it. Singing it to sleep.

But it wasn’t working this time… the images weren’t as strong and realistic like the night before…

Maybe it was the pills… but no. You couldn’t keep taking them. You didn’t see a doctor and maybe they wouldn’t be good for the baby.

But you couldn’t sleep that night.

Or the next one.

Fuck it.

On the third sleepless night on a row, you decided to take one pill.

You closed your eyes. Nothing. You felt nothing. You tried hard, but those images weren’t coming back.

Maybe one more pill would help.

Why wasn’t it working?!

Another pill as you sobbed, begging for it to bring back your perfect family… even if it was only for one night…

You lost count of how many pills you took before passing out.

—

Wes knocked on your door at 7:30am, as always. Well, not always, but since you got pregnant, the idea of you driving worried him, so he decided to drive you to college everyday. It wasn’t bad at all.

But you were taking so long to open it this time. He knocked again. You didn’t open or yell for him to wait. Maybe you were still asleep and missed the alarm. So he used his key to walk in.

“Y/N?” He called. No answer.

He walked into your room and chuckled when he found you still asleep.

“Come on, you lazy girl.” He called as he approached the bed.

But there was something weird. He shook you and you didn’t wake up. He shook you again. Nothing. He shook you a little harder, he was getting worried.

Something fell from your hand. An empty box of sleeping pills.

—

Taglist:

@lady-evans  @shay-vaughn   @sogothiamdead   @paosesposts  @baby-haz  @twinkleliljakey ​  @gyllenhaalstories  ​ @lexie-wayland  @gaymysterio @tenandcrowley @emilykjh

[archives-gyllenhaal-stories]

sooooo, my first blog ( @gyllenhaalstories​ ) has been brought to life out of nowhere? should i go back there (where all my requests were answered!) or keep this one instead? i could reblog my requests and recover the unanswered ones and post them all here. i need your opinion, guys!

update: i’m leaning towards moving to my original blog, so it’s less trouble to resend all the requests and all. i AM CONFUSION and indecisive