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ᯓ★ 𝙐𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨. ⸻ most recent updates from my page ;
fic — Jake Gyllenhaal as clingy boyfriend — headcanons. !
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ I was watching shopgirl (2005) recently and the scene at the begining got me kinda inspired so yeah... (take the pics as the reference for his looks)
Also I've been thinking about a second part for this one cuz I have a small idea in mind.
It was a chilly evening, and you took the opportunity to finally do your laundry since you didn't have any time to do that in the past few days.
You put your dirty clothes into the washing machine, and searched for some coins in your purse.
"Do you need change?" You heard a man's voice speaking from afar. You looked around the place, confused, until your eyes landed on the man that was sitting on the other side of the place.
"I asked if you need a change!" He said louder.
"Um, no! Thanks!" You yelled back awkwardly, and looked back into your purse.
"Okay!" He yelled back, and turned to look at the floor again.
You found a few coins, put them into the washing machine, and started it.
"You do your laundry here often?" A man's voice spoke again. You looked into his direction.
"My washing machine broke, it's my first time actually." You replied, not really sure if you should keep the conversation going.
"First times are always the worst, are they?" He replied smiling. You furrowed your eyebrows at his cringe response.
"I guess so." You whispered to yourself and sat back next to the washing machine you were using.
After a minute, you heard quiet steps approaching closer to you. "My name's Jake." he said, holding his hand out to greet you.
"y/n." You replied shortly shaking his hand.
"That's a pretty name." He smiled, leaning against the watching machine in front of you. "What a pretty lady like you is doing here all by herrself?"
"Laundry?" You looked at him confused.
"Good point." He whispered, looking around the place.
Your gaze dropped on the floor again as you two sat in silence for a bit, you — waiting for your laundry to be done, and to finally get away from him, and him — trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going.
"Where do you work?" He asked suddenly, and you looked up again.
"I work in a small shop with gloves and other accessories for women."
"Yeah, that's nice." He smiled. "You are very pretty by the way."
"Thanks."
Jake noticed that his washing machine finished the laundry and quickly went back to his "spot". You sighed tiredly, praying that your laundry will be finished soon. After a while, he comes back, scratching the back of his head. "Do you have, maybe, some change I can borrow?"
"What?" You looked up at him.
"Uh, my clothes are still damp, and I don't have any on me right now." He chuckled awkwardly patting his pockets.
You raised your eyebrow and looked into your purse. He literally asked if you needed change before. Jake looked at you patiently as you handed him the rest of your coins. "You're a life saver, thank you y/n." He said as he turned back to his dryer.
You pitched the bridge of your nose, suddenly hearing the familiar sound, meant that your laundry is done.
"Fucking finally." You whispered to yourself and put all the clothes in your laundry basket. When you were about to leave Jake quickly approached you.
"Hey, thanks for your help, here's the rest." He held his hand out to give you the rest of the coins, but you declined. "Keep them, it's okay."
"You sure?" He put his hands into his pockets.
"I'm sure."
He smiled at you. "Thanks again, you are very nice."
"It's really not a problem, it's just some money, really." You replied struggling to keep the basket in your hands.
"Do you need help, maybe?" He asked pointing at the basket.
"No it got it-" He cut you off by grabbing your basket quickly.
"It's okay, I got it." He smiled.
"But your laundry is still in the dryer I think?"
"Yeah, it can wait, where do you live?" He insisted.
You looked at him, confused. "Just right down the street."
"Okay, cool, let's go then." He started to walk towards the door, you were right behind him, trying to keep up with his steps.
You two were walking in silence, the town was pretty quiet today — which was weird since it's usually quite noisy.
"I don't like this town." He said suddenly.
"Why not?"
"There's lots of weird people and junkies here." He shrugged.
"You're acting like you don't look like one." You whispered to yourself quietly.
"I may look like one but I'm not. I'm a cool guy actually, don't worry." He chuckled, adjusting the basket in his hands.
You rolled your eyes at his response.
"Do you like this town?"
"It's okay."
"It's okay." He quietly repeated what you said to himself, looking at the basket.
The rest of the walk went in silence. You two finally approached your apartment, and you turned back to him. "Thanks for helping me."
He smiled widely. "It's okay, I had fun." He handed you the basket, and you just stood there for a while.
"Well, see you around I guess?"
"Oh, do you want to give me your number? So we could, you know, stay in touch maybe?" He chuckled awkwardly.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
You didn't want to give him your number, he was just a little too weird for you, but something in him also made you want him to keep talking to you. It was probably just a need for attention. "Do you have a pen and a paper?"
"No."
You chuckled in disbelief. "Are you going to remember it then?"
"No."
"Then what do you want me to do?" You replied slightly annoyed.
"Can I come in?" He leaned slightly towards you, his hands behind his back.
"What? No-"
"Oh c'mon, you clearly see that I like you, you are really bad at reading signs. I even left my laundry for you!" He threw his hands into the air.
You stood there, looking at him with a confused look. Well, that was a quick confession.
"I can fix your washing machine." He tried again.
"You can fix a washing machine?"
"No, but I'll try."
"Okay what exactly is your point? You keep gluing to me the whole time when I was trying to do laundry, and now you want to get into my house for no reason? I'm not looking for one night stand, if that's what you want." Your tone got louder as you finally decided to speak up what's on your mind.
"Okay, I know, I may be a little weird, but i promise I'm not here to fuck you." He tried to calm you down.
"No? Because that's what it looks like." You frowned. "I'm not falling for that." You began to open your apartment door.
"y/n let me just say something..."
"Just go get your laundry and go home" You spat at him, finally walking into your apartment. When you wanted to close it, his foot quickly blocked the door. His head peaked out of the small gap.
"y/n I know how it looks like, but it's not my intention I swear!" He started. "I'm just really bad at talking to women, and I find you very, very, very attractive, and I just wanted to ask you out for dinner. I'm sorry if I sounded like a weirdo earlier." His tone got more desperate when his response continued. You opened the door further, and he gave you a pleading look. "Please just one dinner, if you don't like it, I promise I will leave and never come near you again."
You sighed and your head dropped down. "Okay." You replied like you didn't have any other choice.
"Okay?" He replied in disbelief.
"Yeah, whatever, just tell me when, and what time."
"How about I pick you up tomorrow at 8? We can walk towards my favorite restaurant." He gave you a grin.
"Sounds good."
"Really? That's amazing! Thank you y/n!" He pulled you into a tight hug.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned a hug. Surprisingly, it felt nice. Spending so much time alone just made you melt into the smallest drops of affection someone gave you. His hand gently caressed your back and you hummed softly at his gesture.
"I can do that all the time if you want." He chuckled.
"It just feels nice." You whispered.
"I bet it does." He smiled. "Tomorrow at 8, yeah?" He pulled you out of the hug.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I'll pick you up at 8 then." He gave you a goofy smile. "Good night, y/n." He waved at you, and began to walk away.
"Don't forget your laundry!" You yelled to him.
"I won't!" Ye yelled back, quickly walking towards the laundromat place.
"Good night, Jake." You whispered to yourself before getting into your apartment.
