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property of no one | Stana & Jake

Nighttime, October 4th, feat. @gyllenroyal

It was a good thing no one crossed paths with Stana. A bike maybe wasn't your average weapon of mass destruction, but Stana was inventive. So inventive in fact, that she spend most of the drive to Jake's place laughing to herself. Laughing because hey, wasn't it obvious that this had to happen? That she'd be en route to her good old buddy Jake's place ready to get back to ... shit. A year ago, right? The trip to ... Stana couldn't even remember. But that it had been nearly a year on the dot still had her laughing so hard, she nearly drove her bike into a ditch. Funny, this was all ... funny. And she needed to keep telling herself that or ... no, she just needed to. And if anything, she needed someone to distract her from a house that hadn't felt this empty to her since Christmas last year. No. Not thinking about it. She'd done the thinking about it, knew what she had gotten into. And now she was moving past it, easy peasy. She'd done it before, she could do it again. "Hey!" Stana was beaming and yeah, maybe it was a little over the top. But for some reason, seeing Jake really did ... help, just a little bit. For a second, she faltered. Hesitated before crossing over Jake's threshold and ... what, destroy something? Yeah, right. And so she did, shoved the bottle of Tequila (not 901, thanks) she'd brought (and nipped from) into Jake's hand, waited until the door closed behind her and then ... kissed him. Pushed close to him and moved her lips over his again and again until it didn't feel weird anymore, until his lips didn't feel wrong and different anymore. Like they weren't ... her lips. Kissed him and ground her body against his so that, hopefully, he wouldn't even ask and just do it. She really didn't want to talk right now.

[emmmyrossum-blog]

the non-sexy pillowfightclub | jake & emmy

Emmy was pretty much banging the door down. Small fists hardly even making a sound on the heavy wooden door (or so it seemed), but she didn’t care. She would beat that piece of wood until Jake opened up. That’s what he got for banging some random chick so loud, he’d woken Emmy up and kept her up, even though they had separate rooms. Obviously he now owed her food and her feet a massage for not keeping his banging under control. Granted, she was only 60% annoyed tops, the rest was amusement and glee at annoying Jake right the hell back just for the sake of annoying. He’d been way too nice to her and Emmy’d been having way too much fun to ruin it with anything more than mild teasing. Until now. “Come on, Pumpkin Spice,” she called loudly, banging continuing. “Open the hell up, I gotta yell at you. Plus - you owe me now!” 

@gyllenroyal

[emmmyrossum-blog]

hello hurricane | jake & emmy

“Shit,” Emmy was holding onto a lamppost, deciding the mixture of the last vodka-energy and trying to balance along the low iron fencing of the park in Centre-Ville was not the best idea. Was kind of loopy. She giggled a little, even if it sounded hallow. When she heard movement behind her, though, she whirled around, lost her balance, scraped her knee on the ground when she hit it in a crouch and still managed to get her hands on her pepper spray. “Dooon’t even try it, bucko.” Nope, she didn’t trip over the words, not at all. “Oh, it’s you.” Of-fucking-course. Because these days no day was complete without Jake Gyllenhaal in it. Instead of holding the spray in his face, she held up her hands with hopefully a nice smile. “Help me up, this hurts like a bitch.”

@gyllenroyal

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wing it till you swing it | Jake & Stana

Hidden Pond Resort, Maine, July 22nd, night

Dress? Check. Heels? Check. Hair? Double check. Attitude ... half?

Stana knew she looked the part, that was easy at this point, knew she could put that swing in her step that suggested a night well spend, could smile the way you smiled when you tried to draw someone in, lean this way and that to show off her ass or her tits. She knew all that. She was an actress for crying out loud. But that still didn’t mean there wasn’t a slight tremor in her hand when she pushed open the door to the bar she was meeting Jake at. Didn’t mean she hadn’t made Amber check and double check the back of her head as well because she’d forgotten to bring her second mirror and if her insides were still a bit of a mess, at least her outsides should look the part. But she pushed through it, because she knew there was no reason not to. That tiny, small part of herself that apparently clung like mad to the idea of Justin was a stubborn son of a bitch and refused to leave, so Stana was taking the offensive, bulldozing through it until finally bought a hint and left.

“Hey there, buddy”, she said with a grin when she slipped into the seat he had obviously been holding for her, drink from the bar already in hand. At least having Jake around settled some of the nerves. They didn’t know each other all that well, but that was OK. Additionally, Stana felt like there really was no reason to bullshit her way through a conversation with him. Brutal honesty in all things? Pretty much exactly what she needed right now. “I nearly turned around twice, by the way. Thought about faking a very embarrassing shaving accident but ...” Stana shrugged a little self-deprecatingly. “I guess the call of good sex is actually stronger than any residual break-up funk, so here I am.” She raised her glass to him.

“So, to really, really, really good sex and nothing less!” Stana downed half of her Martini in one go, scrunching up her face a little at the sticky sweetness but embracing the tiny alcoholic sting. Setting the glass back down, she swept her eyes over Jake. Seriously, even without flashing the Hollywood card it should be no problem finding him a companion for the night. “You said not dumb, which should be easy enough and thank you, by the way, just saying that made you about 52% more attractive. No one likes a bimbo-lover. No excessive fangirls either than, I presume? Classy and girly at the same time could potentially be more difficult to find, but gimme a moment, I will make it work.”

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