#jake dyllenhaal

[aza-writes]

Call Him

Tom Holland x sister!reader

Summary: you’re Tom’s sister who is a major swifty. Red (Taylor’s Version) just came out and you have one question: Does Jake Gyllenhaal remember it All Too Well?

Request: no. I’ve been wanting to write this for a year

The clock was moving in slow motion like it knows I’m waiting for something. My eyes feel heavy, threatening to shut and let sleep consume me.

Why can’t 1:00 get here sooner?

“Y/n! Are you still up?” Tom’s voice echoes throughout his place.

Staying here couldn't have come at a worse time. My whole apartment building was undergoing major repairs, meaning all the tenants had to leave for a week. My roommates and I had plans to celebrate this together, have a viewing party, drink some wine, cry together, the normal Swifty activities. But no, I was here at Tom's place surrounded by a bunch of boys who don't care about Red (Taylor's Version).

"Yes, I'm awake! Why?"

"Do you want to finish the movie with us?" Tom keeps yelling, making it impossible to keep my focus on the YouTube countdown on my laptop.

"No! The short film will be out any second!"

"The what?"

I roll my eyes and am about to groan when the countdown hit 3... 2... 1... Live.

The screen is black with only a single sentence on it.

"Love is short, but forgetting is long."

This is it, the moment I've been waiting for. As soon as Sadie Sink's voice hits my ears, the rest of the world goes blank. I'll I can focus on at this moment is the heartbreaking lyrics, the raw acting, the stunning cinematography, and how awful Jake Gyllenhaal is.

I don't even notice I'm crying until one of my tears hit the corner of my mouth. The saltiness mixing with the sweetness of my wine.

He wouldn't look at her! How dare he fucking drop her hand? He manipulated her? He MISSED her 21st birthday party?

That fucking jerk.

Fuck the patriarchy? No, fuck Jake Gyllenhaal.

I want to yell at him. I want to call him names. I want him to know that he messed up.

I wish I could call him and tell him that he's a fucking prick.

Holy shit, I can!

"Tom!" I jump out of the guest bed and run as fast as I can to the living room where Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine are all watching some movie they've seen a million times. "Tom!"

"What? What do you need? Are you hurt? Is there a fire?" Tom sits up immediately looking frantic.

"Nothing's wrong. I need a favor."

Relief washes over his face as he places one hand on his chest. "You sc-"

"I need Jake Gyllenhaal's number right now."

"What-why?"

All I can do is shake my head and pull out my phone. I instinctively go to Spotify and go to the search bar. I type in "A" and the All Too Well ten minute version pops up. Perfect. I press play and turn the song up to full volume.

"I walk through the door with you."

"y/n please sto-"

"Air was cold, but something 'bout it felt like home some how."

"Please turn that off, he's actually calling me right now."

I turn the music off abruptly. "Give me the phone."

"y/n back up, you don't need to talk to him."

"Give me the phone Thomas!"

Tom starts to walk away from me as I try to reach for his phone. He brings his phone to one ear while plugging the other so he can hear me over my yelling.

If he isn't going to give me the phone, then I'll take matters into my own hands.

Tom and Jake were discussing hanging out when Jake comes into town in the next few weeks on holiday, but that conversation can wait. I need answers, twitter needs answers.

"Yeah, we can totally go to dinner while you're in town."

"DID THE TWIN FLAME BRUISE PAINT YOU BLUE!"

"y/n shut up."

"JUST BETWEEN US DID THE LOVE AFFAIR MAIM YOU TOO!"

"No Jake, I can talk, ignore my sister." Tom looks at me with a serious look on his face. "y/n please let this go, it was years ago."

"Fine, but I have one question I promise is not about Taylor."

Tom sighs, knowing he won't win this fight. "What is it?"

“DOES HE REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL!!”

“Y/n!”