| 27 December; Praline Store/Bar; Jake Gyllenhaal/Brendan Fraser; G |
[Dec. 27th, 2008|10:16 pm] |
[Crossposted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jake_q and brendan_q]
Brendan farewelled the little old lady, quietly stuffing a box of the more expensive praline she had wanted to buy for her ailing sister but couldn't afford, into the paper bag. "You have a nice day now!"
He shook his head as he watched her make her way up the street. Her tales of living through Katrina, and her determination not to leave the home she and her husband had lived in for over fifty years, made him wonder why he had complained this morning that he had to get up and work. He was tired though; one of the staff had called in sick and he'd been tending shop all day. He was about to go out back to make himself a coffee when the door opened, and he turned around to face another customer.
( Hey man, Jake grinned. I need sweet ... tooth rotting sweet! ) |
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| 6 August 2008; French Quarter cafe; Oded Fehr/Jake Gyenhaal; PG |
[Aug. 6th, 2008|07:19 pm] |
[Crossposted to jake_q and q_oded]
Oded shifted another box of obnoxious, gaudy t-shirts proclaiming where someone had been when they purchased it. Pulling the plastic bag from them, he placed them on top of the others; the rest would have to go into storage. Squatting low, he rubbed his neck and hefted the box. Oded couldn't help it, his thoughts kept drifting to Jake, all of them berating himself for pushing the younger man...
With his hands shoved in his pockets and a broad grin creating dimples in his cheeks, Jake arrived at the door of Oded's store. He could never resist a quick peek through the window first and as usual his heart missed beat when he saw Oded. Jake pushed the door open and leant against the door frame. "Hey," he said softly but with the smile still plastered across his face.
( Maggie was the first person I talked to when I came out. ) |
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| 18 July 2008; Jake's apartment; Oded Fehr/ Jake Gyllenhaal; NC17 |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|08:23 pm] |
[Crossposted to jake_q and q_oded]
[Follows this post]
Slipping the keys to his car into his pocket, Oded looked up at Jake's balcony, and fought the urge to call out for Juliet. Pushing open the bottom door, Oded walked up the stairs and stopped before his date’s door. A quick knock is followed by nervous hands checking for wrinkles.
"Fuck," Jake cursed as he yet again messed up tying his tie. He stared at himself in the mirror and shook his head, klutz. Giving up on the tie he jogged down the stairs, took a breath and opened the door.
( Can we be a bit late for dinner? ) |
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| 17 July 2008; planning date night ; Oded Fehr / Jake Gyllenhaal; PG |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
[Crossposted q_oded and jake_q]
Oded pressed the speed dial button for Jake's number and listened to the soft ring in the background. He wanted to ask Jake out on a real date, not just a lunch - which was fantastic - but to Sinful Pleasures. He'd seen them advertised all over town, subtle, elegant; and they seemed exactly what he'd like for Jake. He'd gone so far as to check the place out, Oded did not want Jake feeling uncomfortable, and while the place was elegant, there was a cozy feeling to the individual booths. Oded was impressed how each had a separate opening and none faced each other. He wanted it to be a special night for Jake.
"Gotta go mom ... there's another call coming in," Jake said trying to get his mother off the phone. "... yeah I will ... bye mom." Jake quickly pressed the button and asked, "Hello?"
( And maybe some naked dancing after... ) |
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| Backdated 5 Oct; Missing Mile; Jake Gyllenhaal/Kevin Spacey/Trent Reznor; R |
[Nov. 3rd, 2007|04:54 pm] |
[Backdated to follow this.]
[crossposted to jake_q, spacey_q and reznor_q]
As they approached the club Kevin held in a gasp as he saw the long queue of people waiting outside. He had been walking alongside Jake psyching himself up that he could do this. However, now he was here and saw how many people were waiting simply to get in his resolve quickly melted. It was not only the size of the line which fed his reserve but the look of the punters. They were all so young, most painfully skinny with low slung tight black jeans or a variety of leather and latex. Their hair was a mixture of black streaked with a hotch potch of purples and bright reds. It didn't help that a young girl barely sixteen he would say wearing a black bustier and one of the shortest pvc skirts he had ever seen came up to him and smiled. "Hey I think your daughter was looking for you. There was some chick who said she left her cell in her dad's car. I think she's over there somewhere," she pointed helpfully. Kevin shot Jake a helpless look. He did not belong here.
( Wrong guy cutie ) |
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| 4 October 2007; Esspressoholic; Kevin Spacey, Jake Gyllenhaal; PG |
[Oct. 4th, 2007|11:59 am] |
[Crossposted to spacey_q and jake_q]
Jake frowned when Kevin moved away and headed over to the booth as soon as he'd served the waiting customer. He slid into the booth opposite and said, "What's up Kev? And don't give me the 'nothing' shit."
Kevin bit his lip and took a sip of his coffee. "Awful as usual," he joked. He shot Jake a weak grin, and knowing that the ever friendly and well meaning young man would not let him get away with this. "I have a question but..."
( Do you know Missing Mile? ) |
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| 6 June 2007 (backdated); Oded's apartment; Oded Fehr / Jake Gyllenhaal; NC17 |
[Jun. 11th, 2007|06:58 pm] |
[Crossposted to q_oded and jake_q]
Even before he opened his eyes Jake knew he'd over done things the night before. He felt vaguely sick but not enough for a dash to the bathroom, and his pulse pounded behind his eyelids. Without moving he filled his lungs with air and exhaled slowly then lay still trying to recall what had happened after his second jug of beer. Oded! The memory of the other man hit him and in the same instant he became very aware of the warm body next to him, their skin barely touching.
( Hi ... um thanks for last night. ) |
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| 5 June 2007; Bayou Blues; Oded Fehr and Jake Gyllenhaal; R |
[Jun. 5th, 2007|07:35 pm] |
[Crossposted q_oded and jake_q]
With empty glass held above his head Jake shimmied and danced his way back to the bar. The Bayou was in full Jazz Festival mode and Jake was making the most of it. He'd already managed to get a few free drinks from acquaintances, but he missed chatting to Viggo and even the cute girl who made the coffee seemed to have the night off. Almost at the bar he spotted a very familiar form ordering a drink and with just enough alcohol in his system to give him courage he said near Oded's ear, "I'll have a beer if you're buying."
( Whatever I want huh? ) |
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| 26 May 2007; A bit of Paradise; Oded Fehr / Jake Gyllenhaal; R |
[May. 26th, 2007|08:38 pm] |
[Crossposted to q_oded and jake_q]
He won't even remember you, Jake chided himself as he made his way into Oded's store, but it didn't stop the nervous butterflies as he pushed open the front door. He had planned to do a little innocent browsing, however, the sight of Oded chatting to a pretty young woman had Jake standing awkwardly scratching the heavy stubble on his cheek.
( Flirting was a fine art ) |
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| 19 May 2007; A bit of Paradise; Oded Fehr / Jake Gyllenhaal; PG |
[May. 19th, 2007|07:44 pm] |
[Crossposted q_oded and jake_q]
Stroking out the last crease in the flaming pink tourist nightmare of a shirt, Oded placed it atop the others - all with the typical "I went to New Orleans and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt".
Business had picked up steadily now that a lot of the rebuilding had started, tourists and imported construction workers and their families all wanted to enjoy the weekends, and invariable, they mostly flocked to Jackson Square. Having his store open again gave Oded a good feeling, he was once again in control of his future, his destination was ahead and he was headed right for it.
( Cut it out Jakey ... he's probably married with kids. ) |
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| Jan 23, 2007. Jake Gyllenhaal and Jared Padalecki. First Meeting. Espressoholic, Fr Qtr. PG. |
[Jan. 24th, 2007|04:29 pm] |
[Jake Gyllenhaal (jake_q) and Jared Padalecki (q_jaredp). First Meeting.]
As the aria hit its finale Jake sang at the top of his voice despite the fact he didn't know Italian and was just making up any words that seemed to fit. A dishtowel hit his head and he turned and laughed at the waitress currently stacking the dishwasher. "Okay, I never claimed I could sing," he chuckled and wandered through to the front counter of the cafe only to see a rather bemused man sitting at one of the tables. "Hey, ah sorry," Jake grinned and headed over with his order pad. "The entertainment is not usually part of the service and I cook better than I sing."
He tried hard to hide the amused smile that was on his face but the sudden turn of the man's attention to him totally gave that away. He chuckled audibly now, unable to help himself and Jared sat straighter in his seat, long legs stretched out in front of him. "Is there a guarantee?" He teased, eyes flicking from the pretty man before him then to the menu he held in his hand and then back.
( So I'm guaranteed a good sandwich then? Even if the coffee is a bit questionable? )
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| December 29, 2006; Viggo's Apartment; Jake Gyllenhaal, Viggo Mortensen, Liev Schreiber; R |
[Dec. 29th, 2006|07:14 pm] |
[Cross posted to viggo_q, jake_q, and liev_quarter.]
Jake stepped through the French doors into Viggo's bedroom looking around for the phone. Okay ... this could be the totally wrong thing to do Vig, but I have no idea what else to do. Jake rummaged through some scraps of paper in the nightstand next to the phone, but couldn't see anything that resembled a phonebook. Frowning, he glanced back out at Viggo and then back to the phone. Taking a chance he hit the first number on speed dial.
Liev was sprawled out on his couch with a sacked out pup in his lap when he heard the phone ring. Considering today had been the first full day he'd been able to avoid being at the theater when there were deliveries and such going on Liev was tempted to let it go to his answering machine. After all he had to figure out if giving Mark the promotion he had around Christmas would pan out well. And why you gave him one now when you shouldn't be at home, alone, amazes me. Ignoring the thought Liev sighed and reached over to pick the handset off the coffee table. "Hello?"
( Um hi...is this Liev? ) |
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| Private |
[Dec. 28th, 2006|07:19 pm] |
[Private]
Christmas with the family is always good ... but somehow it makes me appreciate my own place even more. I'm surprised how quickly I've come to see New Orleans as home. When I got off the plane my whole body seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Stuff is going on next door though. Viggo's phone has been ringing, but he just sits out on the balcony and ignores it. I went out when I got home to say hi and although he politely listened to me gabble on he said very little and drank quite a bit. I asked him if he was okay ... he nodded but I don't believe him.
Got a cool card from Kev, I owe him a drink! |
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