#jake gyllenhaal angst

[vickylamborghini]

NATURAL

summary : you decide to surprise robert with a warm bath for how much hard work he's been putting in.

genre / warnings : fluff, both reader and robert wishing to see each other bare, washing hair, maybe a (slight?) strip tease, i'm not sure if this would classify as 18+ as this isn't smut but there's still a little bit of dirty actions so maybe (16+?) i don't know im sorry lmao 😭😭

pairing : robert graysmith x neutral!reader

words : 0.9k

You reach over the edge of the bathtub, turning on the faucet with a gentle push. As the water begins to make noise with it filling up the tub you raise to shake some bath salts in and you now hear the front door creak open of your the house you and Robert live together in, resulting in your lips turning upright into a small smile. You know it's him. 

You had turned on the water for him, wanting to treat him after work which you knew he worked hard doing, whether it be helping the police with little puzzles or drawing sketches for them with a warm bath to soothe his body and maybe give him a little massage. You weren't aware of what time he would arrive but to your luck it was now. 

You let Robert come to you first, since you knew he knew you were home and he loved to find where you were at home, whether it be showering which he would spook you and jump in with you or your bed, reading a book which he would also join you in. It was like a little puzzle for him to find. 

You chew on your lip nervously as you watch the water fill up quickly, wanting it to be perfect for him. He quickly comes around the corner a stupid crooked grin growing on his face shyly as he sees you examining the water. "Hi." He says, standing awkwardly with his briefcase held tightly in his hand. 

"Hi Robert," You reply back, excitement rushing over your body. After a moment of awkward glances you speak, "Well, do you want a bath?" You smile playfully. He inhales deeply, biting his lower lip as a large smile overcomes him. "Thanks babe." He rushes closely to you, looking at the small beads of salt flooding the bath tub and water rising before lifting his head, and exhaling through his nose lightly instead of giggling, his eyes squinting slightly with his grin. 

He looks down nervously, his eyes examining your body in the close proximity. He shrugs off his jacket slowly, looking shyly at you before slowly kicking his shoes off. To give him a bit of courage to fully undress in-front of you despite having been in your relationship for a few months you unbutton your shirt slowly. His eyes drift down at the action, his mouth becoming suddenly dry. Once you get to the final button you let your shirt fall behind you, resting softly against the back of your ankles. 

He goes to reach out to lightly grab for your breast, but ultimately decides against it, now following you, grabbing at the ends of his shirt and raising it over his head. He continues to undress, taking off his pants and lifting his legs to take off his socks which now just leaves him in his boxers. "Join me in the bath." The corner of his lip twitches a little as if he wants to say more, or smile in excitement.

You nod quickly, with no hesitation at his words soon after, removing your bra, pants, and panties. It takes the both of you to fight looking down, and examining each-others bodies slowly, wishing to take in everything. Every mole he has, every small scar, every small bump on his skin. 

Robert smiles shyly and steps into the warm water before lowering himself to sit. You copy his act, letting yourself rest against the floor of the tub with him. You sit fairly close together, but it feels natural. It feels sweet. 

"You look nice." You state, your lips pouted and slightly up turned. "I haven't washed my hair in a while…" He says shyly, feeling suddenly stupid because he had blurted that out, evidence on his face from his furrowed brows. "I can wash it for you?" A suggest escapes your lips, which he spends most of his time looking at. "W—W…" He mumbles, "Wash— Mhm." He grins, nodding with need. He smiles again, from the many times and turns around, his shoulder accidentally bumping into yours making the both of your cheeks become a little warm with a pink tint and your eyelashes flutter. 

Your eyes look over his back for a moment, taking in the muscles and his posture before you reach for the shampoo bottle. His head shifts a little as your arm reaches beside him, pressing a light kiss to the middle of it. The same blush comes back to your cheeks, yet it leaves them warm now. There was no denying you loved his touch and affection. 

You push open the lid, and squeeze out a good amount of the mixture before setting the bottle back down gently while he gets his hair wet with a few splashes of water from cupped hands. You rub the shampoo into his hair, making him hum quietly at the sensation. 

"We should do this more…" Robert admits quietly, trying to look behind himself but it's no luck with the tender touch of you running your fingers through his hair. 

"We should." You blink, letting your fingertips press into his scalp now, massaging circles into it. 

He looks down at his thighs, becoming oddly shy from your touch now from how much he loves it. You both loved how you showed love, with it mostly being contact like holding each-others hands or stroking of arms. 

You become lost in the feeling of your fingers going through his soft hair, loving the caring action and sensations. After a moment, you begin finding yourself in a spiral of just speaking with Robert sweetly and rubbing slowly at his scalp, occasionally pulling your hands back and tangling your fingers through his wet hair or massaging his shoulders, getting them a little soapy from your touch. It's not weird, it feels natural. 

[charliehoennam]

God damn this is fucking good!! I love that Quin didn't die because he lives on in my heart 🥹😍

Quin playing dead to keep her safe??? Quin giving up years of hard work for her??? THE MENTION OF KIDS???

Shout-out to the reader being so fucking badass, calling Victoria on her real plan and turning the tables!

What I would give to hideaway with him for the rest of my life 🥹😍

Só beautiful written as always, Laurie. You never fail to amaze me!!

HIGH HORSE — QUENTIN BECK

request:  what about fighting with quentin beck for the first time, after he’s  been all smug and acting like he doesn’t care about the reader and him  realizing after they leave that he needs them in his life real bad - so  he gets off his high horse for once and admits he cares about the  reader?  

warnings: canon divergent quentin (set in an alternate universe where quentin survived far from home), mentions of janice, guterman and a very out of character victoria, throwback scene (including violence, knives and manipulation),18+, MINORS DON’T INTERACT.

word count: 1525

gif credit: winterswake

notes: i was listening to dark horse by katy perry, high horse by kacey musgraves, save your tears by the weeknd and the raya soundtrack? weird mix, but it takes what it takes to get the angst juices flowing. thanks for reading, remember to reblog!

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[davidlcki]

Blood Bond

Summary: after bob taylor’s death, you and your police partner loki have to work through the trauma together.

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGERS IN THIS!!! suicide, lots of blood, cursing, drinking. this whole thing is just sad lol

words: 3,380

There was something beautiful about the bond formed within a traumatic event. Somehow, even in your state, you thought about this. You could feel the shift between you and Loki as he placed his hands on your cheeks, shaking you lightly as a desperate pleas spill from his lips, an attempt to will you back to reality.

His palms slid against your cheeks that were slick with blood. The feeling made you sick. It wasn’t your own blood, of course. But Bob Taylor’s. The man that had been questioned relentlessly by your police force- well- mostly Loki. Loki could only keep his cool for so long. You tried to take over the interrogation, but he was too stubborn to ever let that happen. One thing led to another, and in a blink of an eye Bob had his hands on Lokis gun. You tried. You tried with every fiber of your being to get him to drop it. Whilst the rest of the officers in the room pointed their guns and screamed with rage, you never touched yours.

“Bob… look at me. You don’t wanna do this, okay?” you were close. Almost in arms reach of him. He was listening to you, even through the shouting, he heard you. You continued to inch forwards. “All you have to do, is answer our questions. It’s no trouble. Please, just put the gun down.” you stop, mere inches from being able to grab the gun, but you were too late. Bob looked you dead in the eyes as he brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.

You don’t remember falling to the ground, but you do remember the ringing in your ears and the oddly warm feeling of his blood trickling down your face. Loki hooked his arms under yours and dragged you backwards before kneeling down in front of you, blocking the sight of Bobs body. It took a second for his words to reach your ears.

“Y/N! god… jesus…” he didn’t know what to say. You noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he grabbed your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, you could only look at him. You noticed how blue his eyes were as you stared into them in a trance that you didn’t know how to get out of. Finally, he lifted you to your feet by your arms, basically dragging you out of the interrogation room. You followed on numb legs as he pulled you all the way to the bathrooms, pushing you down to a sitting position on a bench by the sinks. The dim blue fluorescent lights flickered unpredictably above you.

“Y/N, honey, are you hurt?” his voice was soft and brought you back to reality a little. You had the mind to shake your head no, though if you were you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it. You looked down at your hands in your lap as loki wet a rag in the sink. Your hands, shirt, hair, face, pants, they were speckled with blood. You looked like a sick art project. You decide shut your eyes for a while, allowing Loki to wipe your face down gently. After a while, he speaks.

“Hey, I need you to say something.”

You look at him. Even though you felt numb, there were tears falling down your cheeks, and when you finally opened your mouth to speak, you felt it. A sharp, stabbing, murderous pain.

“I…i’m, I don’t,” your words quickly deteriorated to sobs that violently took over your body. Loki pulled you by your shoulder into him, allowing you to cry into the crook of his neck.

You had only been lokis partner for a month or two, and were very new to the police force. You had never witnessed a murder before, and especially not a suicide by gunshot a foot away from you.

“I’m gonna take you home, alright? Can you get up?” You nod against him as loki ran a hand up and down your back gently as he spoke softly into the silence of the bathroom. You notice the blood that you left seeping into his light blue button up shirt. You wondered if he’d be upset at this.

When you exited the bathroom, you passed by the interrogation room again. Bobs body was gone, but his crimson blood remained. On the walls, on the floor. There was a large smear where you had fell and Loki dragged you backwards. You were dully aware of the way loki brushed off every officer that tried to talk to him. You were sure youd have to fill out some kind of paperwork and have a stern talking to by o’malley, but the sight of you was enough for everyone to back off for now.

The ride home in his car was dead silent. You didn’t dare move. You were afraid that if you did, you’d crumble into a million pieces. Instead, you started down at your lap, counting the flecks of now dried blood that you’d never get out of these clothes.

“You have a very nice place.” Lokis words shot through you like lightning. You didn’t know why. You were too in your head, you guessed. You hardly remembered the walk from the car into your home.

“Thank you.” you look over at him slowly, noticing the look of deep guilt on his features. You’d never seen him show so much emotion before in the short time that you had known him. He stood awkwardly near the island in your kitchen, not sure what to do next.

“Do you… need help, with anything right now? First things first you should probably take a bath.” he looked at you like a lost puppy as he waited for you to say something. You could tell he wasn’t good at this comforting thing, so you figured it best to be blunt.

“I don’t think I Can bathe myself right now.” in reality you knew that was a weird thing to say to your police partner of 3 months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You needed someone there otherwise you were afraid you might drown in the tub, or get in and never have the will to get back out. Loki dosent hesitate with his answer.

“Yeah… yeah, I can help.” he slips his jacket off and places it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. You avoided looking at the blood stains on his light blue shirt. You show him to the bathroom, watching as he starts a bath. You stood with your arms and legs apart ever so slightly so they wouldn’t touch your sides or each other. You felt disgusting. You refused to move unless you had to. The feeling of the dried blood cracking with each movement on your skin made you want to faint.

Within the blink of an eye, the bath was full, and clouds of white bubbles floated upon the top of the water, calling you to step in. Loki looked up at you from his crouched position in front of the tub. He opened his mouth to say something, you assumed along the lines of ‘the baths ready’ but you didn’t let him continue. Your movements were swift as you pulled your shirt above your head and slipped out of your pants. You didn’t realize how eager you were to get them off of you. You tossed them into the trashcan that sat beside the toilet. Loki, flustered, turned his head away from you. When you were fully stripped, you turn to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. There was smeared blood across your face where Loki had previously tried to clean you off. It was in your hair, and down your neck, cascading between your breasts and stopping at where your bra previously sat against your skin. You couldn’t look anymore. Slowly, you turned towards the tub and stepped in. Once you had settled, Loki finally pulled his head up to look at you. His brows had been furrowed in this expression of worry and guilt for the past however long it had been since the incident, and somehow you were just now taking note of it. You looked at each other for a long while, but nothing was said. Finally, Loki broke eye contact, grabbed a rag, and dipped it beneath the bath water. He gently took your chin in his free hand, turning your face towards him so he could gingerly wipe your face clean. He dragged the cloth down your neck, and inbetween your breasts, until all the blood was tinting the water instead of your skin. Nothing was said. The two of you seemed to be deep in thought. On a normal day, this interaction would have made you faint. But this wasn’t a normal day. Loki ran soap and water through your hair a few times until the water stopped coming out red, before draining all the water. You watched in a trance as the water and bubbles swirled out of sight. You hardly noticed the fact that Loki had pulled you from the tub and wrapped a towel around your naked shivering frame.

“Hey” Lokis voice was stern this time. You shifted your eyes to look at him. “I need you to look at me. Really, look at me. I can see you replaying what happened over and over. I know, it’s happened to me. It’s easy to get stuck. I want you to get dressed for me, alright? I’ll stay overnight with you.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk for this long unprompted. You were seeing a new side of him.

“Okay. thank you, David.” you give him a firm look before stepping past him and into your room. You knew he was shocked at the use of his first name, But you thought it appropriate for the situation.

Being clean made you feel a lot better. You shook the sight of Bob from your thoughts for the 100th time and quickly threw on the first clothes you grabbed in your pajama drawer, which happened to be a pair of shorts and a police force shirt that was given to you way too many sizes too big. When you walked into the kitchen, things seemed more awkward now. Or maybe you were just more aware. Loki was sitting at your kitchen table, fiddling with one of his rings. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a light smile crosses his features. You look away out of embarrassment, remembering he’d seen you completely naked a mere 10 minutes ago.

“You… you really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” you busy yourself with walking to the cabinets of your kitchen to grab two glasses.

“No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be alone after going through something like this.” Loki watches as you nod and head over to grab water, though stopping at the small collection of liquor sitting on your counter.

“Water or whiskey?” you ask him, forcing a light smile onto your face at your weak attempt at a joke.

“Guess” is all he said. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat across from him at the table.

“I would say try to completely forget about it, but when you go back you’re going to be bombarded with questions. If someone dosent show up to your doorstep, that is.”

“Well…” you pause for a while, swirling the liquid and taking a sip before continuing. “I don’t know if im ever going back. I’ll sign whatever papers they need and make a statement but…” you let out a large sigh, not having much else to say.

At this, Lokis head shot up to meet his eyes with yours. They were widened with surprise.

“Are… are you sure?” He was looking at you intently, and this shocked you. He seemed afraid.

“No, i’m not sure. But today was a lot. I need to think for a while. Plus, i don’t think anyone really likes me there anyways” You let out a dry laugh. It was true. Most of the officers there gave you snarky looks, and within the short span youve been there you’ve just about heard it all. The entire department thinks your every move was to impress Loki. You knew they were jealous you got to be his partner considering the rep he has, but it still hurt. Especially since you did find Loki crazily attractive, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t, but your co workers don’t see it that way. Loki nods, his head dipping back down to stare at the little bit of whiskey left in his glass.

“If it gives you any reconciliation, I enjoy having you as my partner.” You meet eyes again, and you cursed yourself as you felt that agonizing pain of butterflies in your stomach. You give a shy smile to match his and you eye his movements as he downs the rest of his drink. You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, and immediately force yourself to look anywhere else but at him. You decide to change the subject.

“Sorry I don’t have a guest bedroom, but the couch is very comfortable” you gesture over to the couch that sat in front of a tv that was playing whatever was going on in the news. You knew sooner or later Bob Taylor would show up as one of their stories.

Loki shrugs and gets up to put his glass in the sink. “I’d sleep on the floor if I had to.” he smiles softly at you and kicks his shoes off by the door. You rise to your feet and place your glass in the sink as well, making a mental note to wash them out in the morning if you found the energy to. You grab a blanket and comfortable pillow from the chest in your room and bring them back down to Loki.

“Thank you again for staying.” you look up at him for a few beats, before turning on your heel to head to your room. Loki watched you walk off until you were out of sight.

~

Sleep that night was not so forgiving to you. Though you usually had nightmares, the ones you had tonight were plagued with Bob Taylor. The scene played out in a million different ways. In each one, you tried to save him, but it always ended the same. The sound of his blood splattering against the wall was sickening and bounced around your nightmares seemingly endlessly. What you didn’t know, was that as you dreamt in your bed, you were also screaming.

When you opened your eyes, Lokis face was probably a mere 5 inches from yours. He was half on top of you, shaking your shoulders and holding your arms by your sides to stop your thrashing. You woke up with a half yell half sob as the dream continued to replay in your head.

“Hey, hey!” Lokis harsh tone snapped you out of your trance. “Look at me Y/N” his voice was stern and he kept his firm grasp on your wrists, grounding you and keeping you from reeling back into your thoughts. You were near hyperventilating as you looked up at him helplessly. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, leaving wet spots on the pillow on each side of your head.

“I could have fucking stopped it. I could have been quicker I- I-” another sob chokes the rest of your sentence away. Loki begins to loosen his grip on your wrist, moving his right hand to interlock with yours. He gave you a few firn squeezes, assuring you he was right there for you. You squeeze back as an unspoken ‘thank you’. You sit up to face him in the darkness of your bedroom.

“It was my fault. mine. You didn’t do this, You didn’t cause this. It’s not your fault. say that.” he looks at you for a long while, waiting for you to respond. You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke, you could see how much the suicide hurt him just as much as it did you.

“I need you to say that Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

Your lip quivers as you speak.

“It’s not my fault”

Loki nods, and you can’t tell if it’s for you or himself. You were both sitting up on the bed, holding hands ahd whispering to each other in the darkness of the room. You could barely make out his face as the moonlight gently seeped through your curtains, but you could tell he was close. Loki closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against yours. This, somehow, was more intimate than any kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed soon after. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was comfortable silence as you reveled in the feeling of his hand interlocked with yours, your breathing in sync as you rested your forehead against his.

The sounds of your sniffling broke the silence. Loki stared into your eyes for a while, unsure of what else he could possibly say to you.

“I don’t think I would have made it through today without you here.” your voice was so quiet that Loki nearly struggled to hear even with your closeness. He found that good reason to tilt his face even closer, causing your noses to touch ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry” he spoke, and this is when you noticed just how close your lips were.

“You couldn’t have known…” you respond. It’s all your mind could come up with. You didn’t know what else you could say, you knew all too well now how hard it is to truly make someone feel better in a situation like this. Either way, your thoughts became clouded as your lips ever so slightly brushed against his as you spoke.

That seemed to be Lokis breaking point. The next thing you knew you were propping yourself up at the force at which he kissed you. It wasn’t soft or gentle, it was rough, raw. You were sure you tasted blood after your teeth clashed together, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was what you needed after the day you both had. His hands were quickly on your body, toned arms pulling you flush against him as he devoured you.

This kiss was different than any you’d had before. You could nearly physically feel the emotion radiating between the two of you. You hardly noticed when Loki pushed you down to your back, head resting on the pillow that was still wet with your tears. He rested inbetween your legs, his hands not roaming but simply pulling you as close as possible to him. You couldn’t gauge how much time had passed, but eventually, the hunger within his kiss seemed to come to a halt. Slowly, your eyes fluttered opened as Loki pulled away. He was still holding you close, but he seemed to have frozen. Your brows furrowed. Did you do something wrong?

“Loki?” your eyes were struggling to make out his facial expression in the dark, but your mind seemed to go over every possibility. Was he mad? Did he change his mind about you?

Suddenly, something dropped onto your cheek. That’s when you realized. He was crying. A small sob, barely audible, escaped his lips as he began to crumble before you. You ran a hand through his hair gently, your heart somehow shattering more than you thought possible as he rested his forehead against your chest, his weight collapsing on top of you.

“Hey. You’re okay, loki. You’re okay.” your voice was merely a whisper as you held his shaking frame.

“What if I can’t find them?” his voice was small and muffled as he spoke into your shirt. Your mind instantly went to the two missing girls that the entire town of Conyers seemed to be relying on your department to find. You felt hopeless. With Your only lead being dead, you were stuck.

“You will. We will. We’ll find them.” you didn’t know if this was more for Loki or yourself.

[unlikelyeverything]

Passing Time

Ennis Del Mar X Male Reader

Content disclaimer: anal sex, anal fingering, first times (m/m), aggressive sex, internalized homophobia, mentions of cheating.

Synopsis: The year is 1963. You and Ennis are up on Brokeback Mountain, herding and protecting the sheep. Over time, the two of you have begun to open up to each other, slowly but surely. Ennis, ever stoic, has started to share more about himself, his walls cracking just enough to let you glimpse the man behind them. You know he's engaged. You know he's a man. But none of that stops the pull you feel is too strong, undeniable, and impossible to ignore. And so, you decide to act on it.

Word count: 3.5K

18+ Minors Do Not Interact!

Wyoming, 1963.

That summer, you were desperate for work, any work you could find. It didn’t matter what it was as long as it paid. One day, while nursing a drink in a rundown bar, you overheard a man named Joe Aguirre was hiring ranch hands to herd and watch over sheep up on Brokeback Mountain. Herding didn’t bother you much; nothing did, as long as there was money at the end of it.

Every now and then, when you passed a mirror or caught your reflection in a window, you couldn’t help but pause and take stock. A button-up shirt clinging to its last threads, an old coat that had seen better days, jeans worn thin and patched in places, and boots on the verge of giving out. You were holding it together, but just barely.

That’s how you found yourself outside Joe Aguirre’s trailer that morning, waiting to plead your case for the job. But you weren’t alone. Another young man was there, leaning against the side of the trailer like he’d been born to blend into the rugged landscape.

His face spoke of hard labor, the kind that wore a person down in quiet ways, weathered skin stretched over high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His tanned complexion bore the mark of long days spent under the sun, while his hazel-brown eyes carried a distant, guarded expression, as though they had learned to keep the world at arm’s length. His sandy blond hair was unkempt but practical, the kind that hadn’t seen a comb in days but suited him just fine.

His wiry, lean frame spoke of strength earned through relentless work, his posture slightly hunched, as if he carried burdens he rarely shared. He wore what seemed to be the uniform of the Wyoming plains: worn denim jeans, scuffed boots, a plaid shirt under a weathered jacket, and a dusty cowboy hat that looked like it had seen as much of the world as he had. Nothing about him seemed showy or deliberate, yet there was something about his quiet presence that drew your attention.

That was the day you met Ennis Del Mar.

Joe Aguirre wasn’t one for beating around the bush. He laid it all out plain and simple, what he needed from the both of you and what he expected in return. You nodded, agreed, and that was that.

When you stepped out of the trailer, you paused just outside the door, feeling the other man’s presence as he followed behind. Turning to face him, you held out your hand.

“Y/N L/N,” you said, offering a friendly smile.

“Ennis. Ennis Del Mar,” he replied, gripping your hand firmly. His voice was low, steady, and it sent an unexpected shiver down your spine the moment his rough palm met yours.

“Well, Ennis Del Mar,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, “reckon you and I are ‘bout to get to know each other real well.”

An understatement, if there ever was one.

The day you loaded up the dogs, horses, and supplies, you couldn’t stop your eyes from drifting to Ennis whenever you were sure he wasn’t looking. There was something magnetic about him, his quiet strength, his stoic demeanor. He was a mystery you couldn’t help but want to unravel, a man who made you curious about all the parts of him he kept hidden.

You gave your head a quick shake, trying to snap yourself out of it. You had a job to do, and you needed the money. There wasn’t room for distractions, not now. But damn, you thought, this was shaping up to be one hell of a long summer.

The trek up the mountain wasn’t too bad. Herding the sheep went smoother than you’d expected, thanks to the dogs and Ennis, who moved with the easy confidence of someone who’d done this plenty of times before. He handled himself so naturally that you couldn’t help but watch him as you rode behind, your gaze slipping his way more often than you meant it to, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

With the sheep settled in the fields, you and Ennis set up camp nearby. Aguirre’s instructions were clear: one man was to stay at camp while the other slept near the sheep in a pup tent, no fire, no exceptions. Unfortunately, the job of commuting back and forth by horseback each morning and evening for breakfast and dinner fell to you.

After about a week, the constant trips were wearing on you, but strangely enough, seeing Ennis at the camp made it worth the trouble. He didn’t talk much, mostly small talk about the job or ranch life, but something about his quiet presence kept you coming back.

Still, he wouldn’t open up beyond the surface, and you found yourself hesitating in conversations, careful not to push too hard. You didn’t want to overwhelm him or scare him off, just the opposite, in fact. Maybe, you thought, a little whiskey by the fire could loosen both your nerves. It might just be the liquid courage you needed to break through that wall of his.

That night, just before you rode down for dinner, you made sure to tuck a bottle of whiskey into your saddlebag.

By the time you arrived, the sky was already darkening, and there was Ennis, sitting by the fire. A pot of something was simmering, probably soup or beans, and it smelled decent enough to make your stomach rumble. You felt a spark of excitement, this was it. You’d been thinking about how to get Ennis to loosen up all day, and tonight, you had a plan.

You dismounted your horse, pulled the whiskey bottle from the saddlebag, and made your way toward the fire.

When Ennis saw you approach with the bottle in hand, his eyes lit up brighter than you’d seen all trip.

“Been holdin’ out on me, have ya?” he asked with a dry chuckle, the first bit of humor you’d heard from him in a while.

You grinned and shook your head. “Nah, I just forgot I had it, if I’m bein’ honest.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly. “Yeah, I bet.”

A surge of hope warmed your chest. That was the most emotion you’d seen from him in days. Maybe you were finally getting through.

The two of you sat by the fire, sipping whiskey, but not enough to get drunk, just enough to take the edge off. Your plan was working. You started slow, talking about your family, your friends, and life back home, giving him just enough space to feel comfortable. And sure enough, Ennis began to let his guard down, piece by piece, sharing bits of his own story.

As much as you appreciated him finally opening up, his tale was a heavy one. He’d lost his parents, had to leave his brother’s place, and ended up here on Brokeback with you. You didn’t let it show, but you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for the man, a life full of hardship, loss, and solitude.

But he was talking, and that was a victory in itself. He told you he was engaged to a woman named Alma Beers back home. You mentioned you weren’t involved with anyone, not at the moment anyway.

The conversation drifted, from the serious to the random, but it didn’t matter. This was the most stimulating night you’d had with the rugged cowboy, and you were genuinely enjoying it, just the two of you, the crackling fire, and the faint glow of the stars above.

It was getting late, well past midnight, and you knew you should be heading back to the sheep, but the thought of it just didn’t sit right. Maybe it was the whiskey, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Ennis didn’t want you to leave either.

Ennis wasn’t just any man. He was an engaged man, and this whole thing was getting messier by the minute. Yet, there was something about the way his eyes lingered on you, the way he inched closer when he borrowed your lighter to light his smoke. You couldn’t help it. Ennis Del Mar was messing with your mind, and you couldn’t seem to get him out of your head.

You took a slow breath and shifted in your seat.

"Guess I best be headin’ out to the sheep, see ya in the mornin’," you said, starting to stand. But before you could make it, a strong hand gripped your shoulder, gently but firm, pulling you back down.

You looked to the side, and there he was, eyes locked on you, that look, the one that twisted your insides and stirred something deep inside you. You didn’t know how to stop it, how to fight it.

“It’s late,” he said, his voice low and quiet, his gaze flicking to the tent. “Might as well stay here. Plenty o' room for both of us. Ain’t no sense in makin’ the trip just to come back in the mornin’ for breakfast.”

Your heart raced in your chest. Stay with him? You didn’t think you could do it.

“Yeah, alright. Thanks,” you muttered, barely able to get the words out.

So, that’s just what you did. The fire burned out, and soon enough, you found yourself in a small tent with Ennis. Your bodies brushed against each other now and then, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. It felt good, but you had to force your mind to think about anything other than the way he made you feel.

You lay on your side, back to him, eyes closed, but sleep wouldn’t come. Your body was too restless, too aware of his presence so close behind you.

Then, out of nowhere, you jumped when you heard Ennis clear his throat, breaking the silence between you.

“You still awake?” he asked, his voice low.

Your heart thudded in your chest.

“Yeah, I am,” you managed to say.

He shifted beside you, lying on his back, staring up at the roof of the tent.

“Ya know somethin’,” he began, “you confuse me. When I’m around ya, it makes me feel... weird inside.”

You froze, your mind racing. Was that a compliment? What in the hell did that even mean? You opened your eyes, staring at the side of the tent, still not turning to face him.

“Feel weird, huh?” you tried to laugh, but it came out dry, unsure.

“Yeah... honestly,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something unspoken. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s frustratin’…”

That got your attention. Ennis, the stoic man, was sayin' he was frustrated by you? You rolled over onto your other side to face him, and found him still lying there, flat on his back.

“I’m frustratin’? How?” you asked, your curiosity now piqued, wondering what he meant.

You studied his face, noticing how genuinely aggravated he looked-like he was wrestling with something inside, trying to find the right words, but they just wouldn't come.

Then, without thinking, your hand found its way to his. It was as if your body had taken over, and your mind couldn't keep up.

Ennis looked at you for a moment, eyes wide with shock, before he jerked his hand away.

"W-what the hell you doin'?" His voice mixed with surprise and something else you couldn't quite place.

Your heart dropped. Panic surged through you, but your mind was scrambling to catch up with what your body had already done. You had no idea what to say nothing felt right.

You slowly sat up, Ennis mirroring your motion, and the two of you locked eyes in the silence that followed. The tension between you was palpable, and as much as you wanted to pull away, you found yourself unable to.

Then, with the faintest light from the moon filtering through the tent, you admired his face rough, and undeniably beautiful.

Slowly, you reached out again, this time to touch the side of his face. To your surprise, he didn't flinch away. He just stared at you, eyes heavy with hesitation, as though he was torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to let himself go.

You didn't think, didn't overanalyze. You just leaned in, pressing your forehead gently against his. He grabbed your shoulders with a force that sent a jolt through you like he was trying to decide whether to push you away or pull you closer.

You didn't wait. You leaned in again, placing soft, tentative kisses on his lips. At first, he didn't respond, but then, slowly, he kissed you back.

Your whole body ignited, and for a moment, you couldn't believe what was happening. What started as hesitant, almost shy kisses quickly turned into something much more desperate pulling at each other, grabbing faces, tangled in each other as if you couldn't get close enough. The kissing grew urgent, raw, and passionate, your hands grasping at him like you might lose him if you didn't hold on tight enough.

It wasn't just desire, it was something fierce, something untamed. And neither of you seemed to know how to stop. But you knew you were heading down a dangerous path. Ennis was engaged, and you weren't a fool. You knew this wouldn't last. All of this would soon come to an end. Still, you couldn't help but let yourself go.

You kept kissing him, pouring your emotions into each and every touch. There wasn't a way to stop now. There was no turning back.

As you explored each other's body, the rhythm of your breathing became one with his, and your desire for each other grew stronger.

When you looked in his eyes, you could see the conflict there, the turmoil, but also the lust. You could see he wanted you, needed you as much as you needed him. That thought sent another wave of desire through you.

You continued, kissing and touching, each kiss deeper than the last. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, your hands exploring the curves of his body.

You couldn't get enough of him. You wanted him with every ounce of strength you had.

Finally, you couldn't wait anymore. Your hands eagerly undoing the worn belt of your pants as Ennis’s hands struggled to unbutton his shirt.

As you finally got your pants and briefs down Ennis wasted no time in palming and staring stoke your erect cock as you kissed.

It was sloppy, messy, but it was fucking perfect.

Ennis kissed down your jaw starting to undo his own belt jerking his pants and briefs down to his knees.

“I- I ain’t never done this before” he whispered huskily into your ear.

You’d always been secretly more attracted to men but this was really your first time going this far with one.

“Me neither…” you manage to whisper out of breath.

Without another word Ennis grabbed your hips and flipped you on your stomach not bothering with getting either of you the rest of the way undressed. Suddenly he used one hand to grab your jaw pulling your mouth open just enough to stick his fingers in.

“Suck em, get ‘em wet.” He said bluntly.

For someone who has never done this before he seemed to know what he was doing.

You sucked on his fingers and got them nice and wet, once he finally pulled them out he used his free hand to pull your hips up, arching your ass out for him. He took his fingers and traced them along your entrance eliciting a gasp from you.

It felt weird, but good, and you couldn’t hold back the groan out let out when he finally pushed one finger in.

He went slow, teasing you, taking his time, getting you ready, once you could feel he added a second finger, and he immediately started stretching you out. He used his thumb to tease your balls at the same time, and god, it felt good. You found yourself pushing back onto him and moaning.

You gasp softly, biting your bottom lip.

“S-Shit-“ you gasp.

This only encourages Ennis to keep going, he keeps working you making sure you are ready to take him.

You could feel your cock leaking onto the blankets, and you looked back at Ennis. He had already taken half his shirt off, his muscled chest and body on display.

Ennis looked like he was struggling with self control, like he wanted to push your face in the ground and fuck you senseless but he was also enjoying the tease of it all.

You feel him pull out his fingers and before you could ask what he’s doing you hear him spit in his hand, lathering himself up.

He positioned himself behind you, spreading your ass cheeks and using his spit covered cock to tease you.

This was it, there was no going back now.

With a small thrust he started to enter you, slowly pushing in inch by inch, it took time for him to get all the way in. He was big, really big. But you were ready for it, your body relaxed and you could feel yourself getting used to the size of his cock.

Ennis grabbed your arms and used them to pull himself deeper inside you, his breath coming out heavy.

Then without warning he started moving, starting off with short slow thrusts but soon building up speed and force until he was fucking you hard.

You found yourself moaning loudly, the feeling of him inside you was indescribable. It was so fucking good.

You pushed your ass back on him with each thrust, urging him deeper.

Ennis’s quietness included his sex, the only thing filling the tent was the sound of your combined grunts and moans and the of skin slapping against each other.

Ennis continued to fuck you, picking up speed until finally you felt his cock expand inside you. He moved his hands to your waist holding you in place firmly.

This was good, it was perfect. How could something that was supposed to be so wrong feel so amazing?

Ennis growled and buried himself to the hilt only to pull back and slam back in again.

His one of his hands tightened around your waist, and he used the other to push your face into the blankets. He wasn’t letting up, still going with the same restless energy.

It finally became your undoing and you shot your load onto the blankets below you with a loud groan.

Once Ennis realized you had came he wasn’t holding back anymore, now it was his turn. His thrusts became erratic and his breathing got heavier, he moaned out loud as he unloaded inside you.

It took a few moments for Ennis to come down from his orgasm, his arms still wrapped around you.

“Damn” Ennis spoke first, still buried inside you.

You let out a huff of laughter, “Fuck”

Ennis slowly pulled out, but neither of you moved.

In the quiet darkness, Ennis broke the silence again, “You best not tell nobody about this.” He said matter-of-factly, he wasn’t being mean but you could sense his unease. He had just fucked a man, it was going to take a while for him to get used to that idea.

“Course not.” You said, and Ennis slowly let go of you, and say up straighter.

He took a few minutes to get dressed, and when he finally got out of the tent you realized you had just fucked an engaged man. It had been perfect, but now it was messy. You wondered if this would even happen again.

But there was something in his eyes that told you it wasn’t the last time, and that this whole situation might be more complicated than you had originally thought. But you didn’t care. For now, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

You were fucked, but it was too late to turn back now. You had gone over the line, and nothing was going to stop you from following him over. Not when he made you feel this good. And you knew it was only going to get better. It was time to face the facts, this wasn’t just a one shot thing with Ennis Del Mar, and nothing could ever change that.

If there was one thing you were sure of, it was that this was just the beginning, and that there aren’t any reins on this one. You were ready to take the leap and see where this journey would take you both.

You lay there in his arms, it was quiet and silent, you know he’s laying there, thinking about it, probably contemplating his life decisions, but you can’t blame him. This whole thing was a mess…

But you aren’t going to think about it right now, right now. You’re the one in his arms and frankly that’s where you feel the most comfortable.

You didn’t know what the future would being, but you were ready.

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https://www.instagram.com/share/_x9jqQ5kF This but you come home drunk and David learns that not all drunk people are abusive 🥺

"Not the same"

A/N:Your wish is my command nonnie:) I know its varies for how aggressive people are when drunk so I have based this loosely on what I have personally experienced and again it's a part of writing im not too familiar on so as always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

WC:1.3k

Warnings:Mentions of past abuse; hitting, pushing, mentions of alcoholism and drinking, light angst(idk if this counts), fluff

Summary: You come home drunk not thinking anything of it but David's mind goes back to a different experiences he's had with people being drunk.

You came home late, still bubbly from the delicious Pina coladas you had out at the bar with some friends you haven't seen in ages, hoping your boyfriend wouldn't mind that you were home late. It was perfect timing, David had told you he was questioning a new suspect at the station so you figured he'd be late home anyway and well you wouldn't have too much so you'd be home before him anyway. But you thought maybe a couple extra wouldn't hurt but you underestimated how long it would've taken to say your goodbyes and get home. The uber driver your best friend got you waved as he drove off, making sure you got the front door open.

David awoke upon hearing you called out his name in a slurred tone as you tried to find the light switch, knocking a few items off a table but you found it. Something in David's mind flipped, something that he hasn't had to think about in years, something that woke him up fully. He hesitantly called out to you as he made his way out of the bedroom "Y/N?" he said as he walked to you as if you were about to attack him at any moment. His eyes darted around the room as if looking for a place to hide while he approached you slowly. Memories of distant hostile yelling and beer cans being crunched filled his mind, trying to tone them down he shook his head and made his way to you. 

A smile lit up your face when you saw him and your body made no hesitation as you knocked him to the ground trying to hug him, you felt something you hadn't felt with Dave before. He pushed you off, he didn't have a choice, it was a reflex that has laid dormant for many years. "Come here I missed youuu" said in a whiny tone as you reached for him again tilting your head as he crawled back, just a little. Someone else who was drunk wouldn't notice it but you did, you've spent so much time caring for David nothing could make you not. "I'm not going to hurt you or anything" you said without a care in the world as you watched him just stare back. I know you won't- a thought he kept repeating to himself, trying to ignore how much pain he had endured from the people that used to "love" him the most and the most important thought he kept racing around his mind was that you would never even dream of hurting him. "I know you won't" he spoke weakly as if he wasn't convinced with what he said, his eyes still darting around the room, still twitching. "Please Dave, come to bed" you said looking like you could burst into tears, which broke his heart as he looked at you and very slowly but surely got up and reached out for you. Delighted that your boyfriend has finally decided to show you affection so you obliged and fell into his embrace.

"Oh shit, you've never seen me drunk have you?" you questioned him as you tilted your head to meet his eyes which still wouldn't look you at you in the eyes. "Uh no I don't think I have baby" he spoke tensely as his muscles tightened trying to be ready for an out of the blue outburst from you while his brain fought back trying to relax itself back to whatever used to be normal. "Hope this isn't a deal breaker" you giggled to yourself not thinking anything of that comment but for David while you being drunk wasn't a deal breaker, he thought his mind will be one. The mind that still rushes to its defences at the sight of a drunk person or even a bottle of beer, the mind that is scared of what people can do while drunk, seeing Keller Dover passed out drunk didn't help his fears. He knew you and how you would never do that, he kept repeating that in his mind trying to keep the echoes of his past at bay. He prayed to whatever morals he had that if you found about his trauma with alcoholism that it wouldn't be a deal breaker. A sigh came from your lips as you pulled David with you to the bathroom, wondering why he's being so different all of a sudden. You didn't need help taking off your makeup and brushing your teeth, you just wanted your boyfriend's company and maybe some help while you changed into something comfier than the denim skirt and halter top you wore so elegantly. 

"What's wrong, have I done something?" you finally asked him as you held yourself back from cupping his face in your hands, not wanting to scare him away. "Nothing it's not you, I promise" he muttered as his head dropped in disappointment with himself "Please tell me David, I'll help you" you quipped back hearing him as he gulped after hearing you say that. "Are you sure you want to know?" he replied back, questioning if you'd even want to stay after hearing his story, a part of his story he'd never told anyone. "First let me get one thing" you replied in a bubbly tone as you tried to take his own shirt off to take for yourself as he just sighed lifting his arms, his defences were slowly crumbling down as he was just left in some loose boxers. You quickly put his top on and slid your skirt off, carefully you tugged his arm to pull him into bed. He couldn't help himself, letting you pull him into bed was a reflex to him at this point. The thing you noticed as the pair of you got to bed is that he kept his distance still, his eyes were at least not scanning the room for an exit you thought while watching him as he parted his lips, finally having gained enough courage to let you into a dark part of his mind. 

"My father would drink" he said before quickly adding more "A lot, to the point he would get aggressive with my family" he paused again trying to pick his words "I would try protect my mum from him but he would shove and hit me away and still hurt her" clearly holding back tears he looked to you, trying to analyse what you were thinking "Oh honey I'm so sorry, I-i won't drink if it scares you. I didn't know and I'm so sorry if I scared you, I wasn't planning on getting this drunk" you replied quickly in the calmest tone you could find within yourself. Relief washed over him, his mind finally letting him relax again now knowing that you are the one for him. He let himself pull you onto his chest, immediately letting a smile escape his lips as he saw you grinning at the affection you wanted so desperately. "If you ever want to tell me about anything, I will always be here for you, I won't leave you ever I swear" you reassured him not knowing if he's told you everything. "I love you so much" he whispered in your ear as you giggled and gained courage to grab his face in your hands and kiss his face everywhere you could reach to his forehead, his temples even the tip of his nose and finally his lips and you carried that on smiling as he just laughed at how much you seemed to miss him. His mind became silent, the only thoughts floating around were how he had managed to find someone who isn't scared of him and his past and that maybe not everyone is like his dad. 

A/N:Please forgive me if I have mischaracterised anything regarding alcoholism, I wrote this very loosely based on what I have experienced in my younger years.

[cassiopeia-grimm]

A new beginning

Explicit 🔞 NO minors allowed

⭒❃Summary - After realizing her mistake, she returns to him to try and make amends. But is it too late to make amends?

⭒❃Pairing - Davis Mitchell x F!Reader

⭒❃Contents - Fluff, Angst, bestfriends to lovers, smut

⭒❃Word count - 1611

⭒❃ A/N - English is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes just bare with me. I'm sorry if I've made any syntax, spelling or tense mistakes.

This fic doesn't really follow the plot. I'm making my first attempt at writing a fic.

⭒❃ Credits - photos (pinterest) (edit by me)

For an autumn refreshment, the air isn't too bad. It's even mild. People are playing with leaves on the ground and children are running around laughing. But here I am, in front of my best friend's house. Well, former best friend…

I wonder if he's sitting on the couch right now, watching our favorite movie by the fire. Or playing video games.

I loved these little moments with him, it was relaxing and there was no judgment or criticism, we were just ourselves. Thanks to these moments, I had a crush on him, I actually fell in love with him. How could I not be in love with him, he's adorable, helpful, loyal, funny, a little destructive around the edges but he's also incredibly sexy.

I remembered that in high school all the girls were crazy about him, everyone wanted to be him. He was one of the best quarterbacks in our high school and I was proud of him, just like he was proud of me when I passed my science report.

I remember he often won games and I was in the stands cheering him on. I wasn't ashamed to shout his name so he'd know I was there for him. Those were the best years of my life.

Even though all the girls wanted his attention, he stuck by me. He once told me that I was more interesting than any of them. I remember blushing and hiding my face on his chest. Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster. I miss her touch, her warmth…

I wish I could go back in time and tell her I loved her. If I hadn't been such a coward, I'd never have lost him. Instead, I went off to see someone else. Still, I kept thinking about Davis, how he'd managed to hold my heart in his hands.

I was stupid…

The door opens, snapping me out of my reverie. He's standing there, his gaze soft and sad at the same time. Did he know I was coming?

“(Y/N), you came?” “Wh-what? How did you…” “Come on in.”

He stepped aside to let me in, I stood there skeptical, but finally entered after his nod.

Why, did he let me in? He should hate me, though. His house was simple but very warm, everything inside was comforting. If I looked carefully, I could see that he had always kept our things in common. It brought tears to my eyes.

As if reading my mind, he approached me and smiled.

“I couldn't let any part of you go so I kept them.” “Why?” It was all I could manage to say. “Because you're part of me and I can't live without them.” “What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.

He looked at me as if it were obvious, as if all the pieces of the puzzle were in front of me.

“Come on, shall we sit down for a bit?”

He guided me to the small living room, and I sat down next to him on the sofa opposite the fireplace. There were already two mugs of hot chocolate on the base table. Was he expecting someone?

“To answer your question, I was waiting for you.” “I know you're mad at me…” “Who told you I was mad at you?” “After what I did you should be!” I exclaimed. “But I'm not and do you know why?”

I nodded so he could continue. Deep inside, my heart knew why, but it wanted to hear it from his lips. Even if the other side thought otherwise, how could such an incredible man love a woman like me.

“Because I've always loved you and even now you drive me crazy, and have since we were little. Every time my parents and I came to your house, I had…No I needed to see you.”

I couldn't help but blush at his statement, it was as if I were dreaming at that moment. I lowered my head with a smile on my lips as I realized it was real after all. “Tell me why you left with Ryan?” He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger to force me to look at him.

“I left with him because I thought you'd never want me.” “That I'd ever want you?” Davis questioned.

The more we talked, the closer our bodies got, until our knees were pressed together. This sudden closeness gave me butterflies in my stomach and then his gaze on me drove me crazy. How had I not noticed all this before?

“I was madly in love with you and I still am. But I want to know one thing, do you have or still have feelings for me?”

I saw in his eyes that he was looking for an answer, an affirmation. So all I could do was offer him a tear-filled smile. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and brought his face close to mine, until our foreheads touched.

“I'm still in love with you, Davis, but I was too afraid you'd reject me.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He put his hand behind my neck and tried to pull me closer as if he still had distance.

“I could blow up the world for you, (Y/N). Oh lord, you know how much I love destroying things, but not you, you're far too precious to me.” We couldn't help but laugh at this simple sentence, admittedly cute, but a little psycho.

Standing next to him, I take in his features. His storm-blue eyes, his thin, pink mouth, his muscles trapped in his plain shirt and freckles dotting his face and little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He had become even more handsome.

“You know, I like it when you look at me like that.” He smiled wryly. “But stop!” I could bet that by this time, I'd gone all red.

I put my head in his warm chest and hugged him tightly. Meanwhile, he started laughing out loud and I felt his hand move up from my neck to my head to caress it. He always knew it calmed me. “I've always loved your laugh.” “I know.”

“That's a pretty pretentious thing to say, you know?” I laughed “I'm only pretentious with you.” “But seriously, what do we do now?” I murmured, intrigued. “We could start by taking our time and then see?” “You're probably right, only time can help us.” “When you have doubts, (Y/N) come to me, okay? I don't want to lose you again.” I nodded to let him know I agreed. “I'll also come and see you if I'm not well or have doubts too.”

He took me in his arms and tightened his hold on me, as if afraid of losing me again. Before I knew it, he lifted me onto his lap and caressed my back with his two large hands.

I felt something thick and hard against my crotch and knew I was close to his cock. I never imagined it would be big and hot. I know he told me to take our time, but after three years of not seeing each other I couldn't resist another minute.

I began to discreetly rub my clothed clitoris against him. This new sensation was driving me crazy and I wanted more. I felt his hands squeeze my buttocks and push me even closer to his erection.

“Please, (Y/n) don't stop.” He moaned

He kept asking me not to stop and that's what I did, I didn't stop. I rubbed myself even harder. His grunts and groans became very loud. He couldn't stop making these obscene noises, worthy of a porn movie. The fact that it was him having this effect made me even more excited.

He suddenly took my head in his hands and kissed me with such force. It was as if something had awakened. The grip of his hands was harder but softer at the same time. After open-mouthed kisses, we pulled back to breathe. Her eyes had become darker and more intense. I'd never seen that kind of look coming from him.

“Fu-Fuuuuuck, I knew you were meant for me, darling.” My hands survey his body, touching his pecs and bulging abs, until they reach his big erection. I cup it and start making circular motions around his cock. “FUCK! If you don't stop now, I'm going to cum in my pants.” “Oh yeah?” I smiled wryly. “Please, baby go slow, you're making me super sensitive.” “Don't worry, honey, we've got plenty of time.”

I placed my lips on her neck and began to suck the soft one below her ear. I could feel shivers run through his body, smiled in victory and continued with more determination. He started moaning and grunting again, but it was more desperate envy.

“Shall we continue into the bedroom?” “I'll follow you.”

I never thought my best friend would become my boyfriend…

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After Donnie’s therapy session with Dr. Thurman, his parents told him to wait in the car. He didn’t argue. He was used to these sessions ending with hushed voices and worried glances, the kind that made him feel more like a case study than a person. As he stepped outside, the cool autumn air bit at his skin, but the weight in his chest was heavier than the cold.

Mentions of drugs (shrooms),Angst, fluff, CRACK (im jk), drugged!donnie, drugged!reader (consensual ofc), mentions of FRANK! That should be it! If not make sure to LMK!

Inside the office, Dr. Thurman sighed as she folded her hands on her desk. “Mr. and Mrs. Darko, I believe Donnie needs a stronger prescription than what he’s currently on.”

Rose nodded, though a knot formed in her throat. She tried to swallow it down, forcing a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” She hesitated, then wiped away a stray tear. “Does he still… talk about Frank?”

Eddie reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.

“Yes,” Dr. Thurman confirmed, her voice careful. “In fact, he’s mentioned that Frank’s influence has been growing stronger. He says Frank insists that he has to do certain things- that if he doesn’t, something bad will happen to the people around him.” She paused. “I don’t know if Donnie has acted on any of these thoughts, but what concerns me most is how persistent they are.”

Rose swallowed hard. “Has he mentioned anything about Y/N?” she asked, her fingers fidgeting with Eddie’s grip.

Dr. Thurman smiled softly. “Yes. He talks about her all the time. It’s clear he cares about her deeply.” She hesitated before continuing. “But that’s also where my concern lies. He’s very… attached. And according to Donnie, Frank becomes most aggressive when he’s away from her.”

Rose’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”

Dr. Thurman sat up straighter. “This morning, Donnie told me that Frank gave him a direct command.” She exhaled, as if debating whether to say the next part aloud. Finally, she looked Rose in the eyes.

“He told Donnie to stab her.”

The words hit like a sledgehammer. Rose’s breath hitched, and Eddie stiffened beside her.

“H-how long has Frank been saying these things?” Rose asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Donnie said it started today,” Dr. Thurman admitted. “But thoughts like these don’t just appear overnight. That’s why I want to increase his medication.”

Rose took a deep breath, nodding.

“Whatever you think is best, we’ll do.”

Donnie sat in the back seat of the car, his head resting against the window. The world outside passed by in a blur of muted colors, but all he could focus on was Frank’s voice, repeating over and over again in his head.

If you don’t do this, bad things will happen.

He clenched his jaw, willing the thought away. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

He let out a shaky breath, his mind shifting to a different idea. Maybe his meds were the problem. Maybe he didn’t need to be pumped full of pills that dulled him into submission. Maybe he needed something… different.

He thought about that weird hippie kid in his class, the one who swore that mushrooms and weed had changed his life. Donnie wasn’t one to take advice from guys who smelled like patchouli and cheap incense, but… maybe the kid had a point.

His thoughts were interrupted when the car door opened. His mother slid in, offering him a small, hesitant smile.

“Well,” she started, forcing optimism into her voice, “Dr. Thurman is going to prescribe you stronger medication.”

Donnie scoffed, side-eyeing her. “That’s the solution, huh? Just pump me full of more meds and hope I shut up?” He shook his head. “Fucking great.”

Rose’s smile faltered. “Donnie-”

“Son,” Eddie cut in, his voice steady. “Dr. Thurman is just trying to help you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Donnie exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Can I go to Y/N’s?”

“I don’t know, Donnie,” Rose hesitated. “Dr. Thurman said-”

But Donnie didn’t wait for her answer. He threw the door open and bolted.

He didn’t care what Dr. Thurman said. He didn’t care what his parents thought was best for him.

All he knew was that he needed to see Y/N.

By the time Donnie reached Y/N’s house, his lungs burned, but the panic gripping his chest was far worse than any exhaustion. His breath came in sharp gasps as he pounded on her front door, his fists trembling with urgency.

The door swung open, and before Y/N could even react, Donnie lunged at her, knocking them both to the floor. His arms locked around her like a lifeline, his whole body shaking as he buried his face in her chest.

“H-he’s at it again.. h-he told me that if I don’t, bad things are gonna happen,” he choked out between ragged sobs. His grip tightened, as if letting go would make Frank’s words come true.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers weaving into his hair as she rocked him slightly, whispering soft reassurances.

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Frank isn’t real. He can’t hurt you.”

Donnie’s breathing remained uneven, but he clung to her warmth, grounding himself in her presence.

After a few moments, Y/N pulled back slightly, tilting his chin up so he’d look at her. “What triggered this?” she asked gently.

Donnie swallowed, avoiding her eyes. “Frank… he’s getting worse. He doesn’t like that I spend so much time with you.” His voice was shaky, uncertain. “This morning, he told me to…” He trailed off, his lip quivering.

“To what?” Y/N pressed, though part of her already knew the answer.

Donnie finally met her gaze. “He told me to stab you.”

The room fell into thick silence. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t flinch.

Donnie rushed to speak again, his voice desperate. “But I wouldn’t. You know I wouldn’t. That’s why I need to do something. I need to shut him up. And if my meds aren’t working…” He hesitated, then exhaled shakily. “Maybe shrooms will.”

Y/N blinked. “Shrooms?”

“There’s this guy at school- he says they help with… stuff like this. Mental shit and.. h-he sells too...” Donnie’s fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt. “I just need to try something different. I can’t keep feeling like this.”

Y/N studied him carefully. She could see the exhaustion in his face, the desperation in his eyes. She didn’t like the idea..at all, but what other options did he have?

After a long pause, she exhaled. “Alright. But if we do this, we do it safely. No taking random shit from some stoner in a parking lot. Maybe I’ll see if he sells it to me..”

Donnie blinked. “Wait, we?”

Y/N raised a brow. “You think I’m letting you trip alone?”

Donnie let out a short, breathless laugh, the tension in his chest loosening just a little. He nodded, and for the first time that day, he felt like maybe…just maybe, things might get better.

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The next day, Y/N waited by the back of the school, feeling her heart race. She had no idea what she was doing, but she had to do something to help Donnie. The look on his face the night before had haunted her. She had to find something, anything…that could help him find some peace, even if it meant crossing a line she wasn’t proud of.

She spotted the hippie guy leaning against the brick wall, his usual nonchalant vibe surrounding him. His tie-dye shirt and long, messy hair made him look like a living stereotype, but Y/N had no time to overthink it.

She approached him with a deep breath. “Hey,” she greeted, trying to sound casual despite the storm of nerves inside her.

He looked up, his expression shifting into one of recognition. “Yo, what’s up?” he asked, taking a slow drag from the joint in his hand.

Y/N bit her lip, unsure of how to start. “I need some mushrooms,” she said quietly, glancing around to make sure no one could hear her. The words felt like they weighed a ton as they left her mouth.

The hippie’s eyes narrowed immediately. “Mushrooms?” he echoed, his voice dropping to a whisper. He looked around quickly, then gave her a pointed look. “You sure you wanna be asking for that so loud? People don’t exactly like hearing about that shit.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” she faltered, feeling the anxiety tighten in her chest. “I need them for me. And, uh, for a friend too.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he took another slow hit from his joint. “Alright, alright. Just… keep it down. It’s not exactly something you wanna go broadcasting, ya know?”

Y/N nodded quickly, her eyes flicking nervously to the side. “Yeah, I get it. It’s… it’s for me, but my friend could use some too. I just- everything’s been so much lately, and I think it could help.”

The hippie studied her, his expression hardening slightly, as if trying to gauge whether she was serious. “You sure you’re ready for this? Mushrooms are no joke. Don’t fuck with them unless you know what you’re doing.”

Y/N hesitated. “I’ve done some research. I know what I’m getting into. I just need something to take the edge off, you know?”

He didn’t look entirely convinced, but after a long moment of silence, he shrugged. “Fine. I got some. But you gotta understand- it’s not just a fun high. You need to be in the right headspace.”

“I know,” she assured him, her voice softer now. “I’m just… I need it. Please.”

He pulled out a small, crinkled bag from his pocket, weighed it in his hand for a moment, then handed it to her. “Here. This’ll do you. But remember, you gotta be careful with this shit. Don’t go giving it to random people. Just… use it for what you need.”

Y/N reached into her bag and pulled out the cash. She handed him a wad of twenties, careful not to let her hands shake too much. “Thanks,” she said, stuffing the bag into her jacket pocket.

He took the money without a word, stuffing it into his own pocket, his eyes still lingering on her with suspicion. “You got your own, huh?” he said, glancing at the bag. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do,” Y/N said quickly, forcing a smile. “It’ll be fine.”

“Alright then. Just remember, this is on you. Be careful.” He flicked his joint to the ground, crushing it under his boot before walking off, leaving her alone with the small, crinkled bag in her hand.

They were small, she wasnt sure if they would actually have any affect on her or Donnie, she just hopes that it’ll help her boyfriend.

Donnie and Y/N are quick to come back to the house, Y/N’s house of course. They scurry off in her room, door locked, lights dimmed and Y/N sits on her bed whilst Donnie follows.

“Okay,” Y/N said, sitting cross-legged across from Donnie on her bed. “These are legit. Nothing synthetic, nothing sketchy. Small dose, enough to feel something but not lose our minds.” She hopes what she says is true, after all- she did buy it from the hippie guy at school. Real trustworthy ey?

He looked up at Y/N. “You sure about this?”

She smirked. “I should be asking you that.”

He exhaled sharply, then popped them into his mouth, chewing fast. They were bitter and earthy, like eating stale sunflower seeds mixed with dirt. Y/N made a face as she chewed hers.

“Jesus, that’s disgusting,” she muttered, grabbing her water bottle and taking a sip.

Donnie just grimaced, swallowing hard. “No turning back now.”

The first twenty minutes felt normal. Maybe it wasn’t working. Maybe this was bullshit.

Then- something shifted.

It started in his stomach, a subtle unease that wasn’t quite nausea, but close. Then, a warmth spread through his limbs, slow and creeping, like sunlight filtering through his skin.

The walls looked… softer. No, not just softer. Alive. The shadows flickered and swayed like they were breathing. The texture of the blankets beneath his fingers suddenly fascinated him- why did it feel so intricate? He traced the fabric with his fingertips, as if discovering it for the first time.

“Whoa,” Y/N murmured, tilting her head back against the pillow. “It’s happening.”

Donnie turned to her, and for a second, her face looked different. Not scary, just… strange. Her features stretched ever so slightly, like he was seeing her through warped glass. Then it snapped back, and she was just Y/N again- only more vivid, like someone had turned up the contrast on reality.

His body felt light, but his mind? It was heavy. Thoughts rolled in like waves, overlapping, relentless. He felt everything at once- fear, euphoria, dread, nostalgia.

And then, like a whisper from the back of his skull, he felt him.

Frank.

Donnie’s heart kicked up.

He didn’t see him yet, but he felt him. That familiar presence pressing against his consciousness, the weight of something just beyond the veil of his perception.

He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the blanket beneath him. Not now. Please, not now.

Y/N’s voice broke through the fog.

“Donnie..Donnie…Donnie?”

His eyes snapped open. She was staring at him, brows knitted together, her expression gentle but alert.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

Donnie swallowed. He wasn’t sure.

“I-” He stopped.

Because now he saw him.

Frank stood at the edge of the room, near Y/N’s desk, his towering frame half-shrouded in shadow. But he wasn’t menacing this time. He wasn’t looming over Donnie, whispering threats.

He was just… standing there. Watching.

Donnie’s pulse pounded in his ears. His mind raced. This wasn’t like before. He wasn’t hallucinating Frank, not in the usual way. This felt different. This felt like-

A conversation.

Frank tilted his head.

Donnie blinked. The air in the room felt thick, like gravity had doubled. His fingers twitched against the blankets.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

Y/N stiffened. “Who are you talking to?”

Donnie exhaled shakily, barely able to tear his eyes away from Frank. “He’s here.”

Y/N’s hand found his, gripping it firmly. “What’s he doing?”

Donnie studied Frank’s still figure. Nothing. He wasn’t whispering, wasn’t commanding.

He was waiting.

A thought bloomed in Donnie’s mind, quiet but profound: What if Frank is just me?

The idea hit him like a punch to the chest. What if Frank wasn’t some external force? What if he wasn’t some demon tormenting him? What if he was just… a reflection? A projection of everything Donnie feared?

Frank tilted his head again, as if acknowledging the thought.

Donnie sat up straighter, heart hammering. His whole life, he had fought against Frank-feared him. But what if… what if he faced him instead?

His fingers clenched in the fabric of his jeans. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself. Then, he spoke.

“You’re not real.”

Frank remained silent.

Donnie’s voice grew stronger. “You don’t control me.”

The air seemed to shift. The weight pressing on Donnie’s chest lifted, just slightly. Frank didn’t move, but something in the way he existed flickered.

Donnie exhaled, shaking his head.

“You’re just a part of me,” he whispered. “A scared, fucked-up part of me. But you don’t get to run my life.”

For the first time ever, Frank stepped back.

Donnie’s breath hitched. His body felt lighter, like something heavy had finally started to peel away from him. Frank stood at the edge of the room, his form flickering, fading.

And then- he was gone.

Just like that.

The room was still. The tension that had gripped Donnie’s body for years had loosened, like a rope finally being untied. He blinked rapidly, disoriented, before turning to Y/N.

She was staring at him, concern still etched into her features. “What just happened?” she asked cautiously.

Donnie let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.

“I think…” He swallowed, rubbing his face. “I think I just talked to him. Like, really talked to him.”

Y/N squeezed his hand. “And?”

Donnie looked down at their intertwined fingers. A small, exhausted smile tugged at his lips.

“And I don’t think he’s coming back.”

The next morning, the world looked… different. Not drastically, but subtly. Lighter. Quieter.

Donnie sat on Y/N’s porch, watching the sky shift from deep navy to soft orange as the sun began to rise. He felt tired, but not in the usual way. Not the soul crushing exhaustion of constantly fighting his own mind.

This was a good kind of tired. A peaceful kind.

Y/N stepped outside, pulling a hoodie over her head as she sat beside him. She nudged his knee with hers. “So. How’s your brain?”

Donnie exhaled, staring up at the sky. “Not sure.” He paused. “But for the first time in a long time… it’s quiet.”

She smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Quiet’s good.”

He nodded, breathing in the cool morning air.

Yeah. Quiet was really fucking good.

But as he sat there, a flicker of doubt crept in. Could it really be that easy? Would Frank stay gone, or was this just a temporary illusion? The thought gnawed at him, but before he could sink too deep, Y/N’s fingers found his hands.

“You look like you’re thinking too much,” she murmured.

Donnie let out a short laugh. “I think that’s my default setting.”

She squeezed his hand. “Well, stop. Just exist for a second.”

He inhaled deeply, letting the crisp morning air fill his lungs. The birds were waking up, their chirps soft and rhythmic. The distant hum of a car rolling down the street blended into the quiet. Nothing felt threatening. Nothing felt wrong.

Maybe this was it. Not some grand, dramatic breakthrough just this. Sitting on a porch with someone who understood him. Feeling the warmth of another person next to him. Existing in a world that, for once, didn’t feel like it was actively trying to swallow him whole.

Donnie glanced at Y/N, his lips twitching into something small, but real. “Hey,” he said.

She turned to him. “What?”

“Thanks,” he said simply. “For being here. For… all of this.”

She smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t become one of those annoying hippies who thinks mushrooms can solve all of life’s problems.”

Donnie snorted. “No promises.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered as she looked back at the sky.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.

And for the first time in a long time, Donnie wasn’t afraid of what came next…

Hey guys! This is my first actual short story. Im sorry if it is a little choppy, but i hope you guys enjoyed it and let me know what other stories i should do next !!

[imaginary-thingys]

Brokeback Mountain is such a pretty film! It’s also so sad it broke my heart but omg the visuals. The colors, the scenery, the positioning of characters, also the musical is absolutely FINEST.

(Okay fine I’m making myself obsessed with the aesthetic so I don’t need to think about the angst)

The final shirt scene broke me.

I feel like I got so numb about that whole film that I didn’t even have the energy to cry about it. Like I usually very easily cry at movies. But I was just sitting there and went omg omg omg no noooo omg throughout the whole thing.

[dilfsxysh]

NAVIGATION

me ⇨ im a new-ish writer and go by she/her. i also dont have a laptop at the moment so all of this is written on my phone, thus meaning there will be vigorous spelling mistakes.

my work ⇨ ill write what i want and what people request as long as its not weird. ill write smut, fluff, and angst for anyone. and youre all responsible for what you read, not me.

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MASTERLIST

jake gyllenhaal (and most of his characters) -

james franco -

josh hutcherson (and most of his characters) -

- envy

rick grimes -

glenn rhee -

daryl dixon -

finnick odair -

simon ‘ghost’ riley -

aaron taylor johnson -

penn badgley / joe goldberg -

evan peters -

idris elba -

tom hardy (and some of his characters) -

ryan reynolds / deadpool -

daniel kaluuya / oj haywood -

bill skarsgard -

aaron hotchner -

matthew gray gubler / spencer reid -

chris / matt sturniolo 😭 -

markiplier -

zach tinker / jacob custos -

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hey! maybe you could make a Donnie Darko bot? He and F!Reader They are dating, and when she was at Donnie's house he starts having an episode of freaking out and being aggressive towards her? Just a good angst with Donnie being a crazy jerk!

Thank you for your attention <3 English is not my first language, so please excuse any possible grammar mistakes!

(I'll probably ask for more donnie bots lol)

HI, thank you so much for requesting. I really appreciate you taking the time to send me something and your english was perfect! Please feel free to request more Donnie bots, theres definitely not enough made for him out there. Donnie Darko is my #2 favorite movie and i love writing/making bots for him. I’d also be open to be making bots for Elizabeth if you’re interested. Anyway, you can find your bot here or under the D section of my c.ai. I’m not too good at angst, but i hope you enjoy it!!

me making this bot:

[det-loki]

the presumed trailer has left me speechless. jake gyllenhaal, you fucking legend. I'm actually giddy about this show, omg it looks so good

[dollyiia]

[nyrasvoid]

To Tame a Dragon

♡ Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

𖤓 Summary: As the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra, you and your family are summoned to King’s Landing under mysterious circumstances. Upon your arrival, you quickly discover that you’re betrothed to Aemond Targaryen, your strange uncle who never seemed to have an ounce of affection for you.

⚝ Warnings: Arranged marriage, Aemond being a cruel and possessive husband, degradation (uses of “slut” and “whore”), smut (with another lord for now but very short), manipulation, angst, toxic relationships, dub-con elements, slow burn and kinda enemies to lovers dynamic.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊ A/N: for now they kinda hate eachother and reader has a lover but dw cause she will actually end up with Aemond lol. Also if you have any suggestions for the following parts my inbox is open

Also I imagine lord Garrick as Jake Gyllenhaal but imagine him however u like lol

⭑ Word count: ≈2.3k

You and your family had arrived at King’s Landing under strange circumstances. The journey from Dragonstone had been long and tiring, and yet, no one could tell you exactly why you were being summoned to the Red Keep. Your mother, Rhaenyra, had tried to get answers, but no one seemed willing to speak plainly to her.

The moment you set foot on the steps of the Red Keep, you noticed it: their cold indifference. The greens did not welcome you, did not offer the courtesy that you expected from family. It was as if you and your kin had been erased from the family tree entirely.

“You see that?” Your brother Jacaerys whispered, his voice laced with disgust as he looked toward the hall where Aegon and the others stood. “Not a single one of them steps forward to greet us.”

Daemon, walking beside him, clenched his jaw. “They think us beneath them.” He didn’t bother to lower his voice, his words carrying the sting of resentment. “They are reminding us of who they believe holds the true power.”

Your mother’s eyes flashed with a quiet fury, but she said nothing, instead leading the way.

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As you were escorted to your chambers by a guard, you exchanged a glance with your maid Ella, your trusted friend who had accompanied you on this journey. She followed you inside, her steps quick as she moved to help you settle.

“What do you think this is all about?” you asked her, your voice tight with frustration. “Why have we been summoned here?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know, my lady. They haven’t said anything to me. But there is a feast tonight. That’s all I was told.” Her hands worked to remove your traveling cloak. “Let me help you get ready.”

You sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you. “A feast? At a time like this?”

She gave you a soft, reassuring smile. “It’s tradition, princess. You must attend.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was little you could do. You had to go. You had to pretend to care for the show, though your mind was filled with only one thing: why were you here?

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The banquet hall was filled with lords and ladies, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and wine. You sat at the long table, feeling a knot of tension in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel small in the green’s presence, especially as Aegon’s gaze drifted over you.

But the worst of it was Aemond. You could feel his eyes on you from across the room, but you refused to meet his gaze.

As you conversed with your brothers, the topic of the greens came up once again.

“Look at them,” Jace muttered, his voice low. “They think they can get away with this. Not even a word of greeting when we arrive.”

“They can all rot,” you said bitterly. “I can’t stand any of them.”

Daemon smirked. “But that’s what they want, isn’t it? They want us angry. They want us to break.”

You nodded, a sense of frustration building in your chest. “I refuse to bend to them. But I can’t even figure out why we’re here. What do they want from us?”

Before anyone could answer, a voice interrupted.

“Princess,” a lord from one of the great houses stepped forward, bowing slightly. “Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

You blinked in surprise, but a smile quickly tugged at the corners of your lips. “I’d be delighted.”

The lord’s hand was warm as it held yours, and the two of you made your way to the dance floor. He was handsome, tall and with a charming smile that made your heart flutter. As the music played, you flirted with him lightly, enjoying the feeling of his hand on your waist and the way he made you forget about the tension at the table.

But across the room, you couldn’t ignore the sharp gaze of Aemond. It burned through you, dark and possessive.

Aegon, ever the troublemaker, leaned toward his brother, a smirk on his lips. “You know,” he said loud enough for Aemond to hear, “if you’re not going to make a move, I’ll happily do it. She’s got quite the figure, doesn’t she? Those breasts, I’m sure you’ve noticed. If you don’t want her, I’ll take her for myself, brother.”

“I think I’m capable enough of fulfilling my marital duties, brother” Aemond finally muttered, his eyes locked onto you with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.

You returned to your seat after the dance, still smiling from the interaction, only for the King to call for silence. The room fell still, all eyes on him as he stood, ready to make his announcement.

“My lords and ladies,” the King’s voice echoed across the hall, “I have an important announcement to make. It is with great pride that I announce the betrothal of my granddaughter, to my son, prince Aemond Targaryen.”

You looked to your mother, but she was frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Rhaenyra stood, her voice shaking with fury. “What is this? You did not consult me, didn’t even let me know this decision was being made. You rejected my proposal years ago of marryimg Helaena to Jace, and now—”

But the King cut her off. “The decision is final, they will marry. The advantages to the realm are clear.”

Rhaenyra’s hands curled into fists. “You think I’ll allow this?” she hissed. “You think I’ll stand by and let you make this decision without my consent?”

“Enough,” the King snapped, his voice cold. “This is for the good of the realm.”

The tension in the room was palpable as your brothers attempted to speak on your behalf, but the King remained unmoved.

You felt your heart break. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say a word as you watched the man who had always been indifferent, cruel even, be forced into your future.

You stood quickly as you stormed out of the hall. You couldn’t stay there, couldn’t bear to hear any more.

You reached your chambers, the door slamming shut behind you as you threw yourself onto the bed, tears spilling from your eyes.

Not long after, you heard a knock at the door.

It was your mother, entering the room quietly. “Darling, I know this is difficult,” she said softly, her voice gentle. “But you must understand… this betrothal—it’s for the good of the realm. You will see that, in time.”

You wiped your tears angrily. “I don’t care about the realm, mother! I don’t want this. I don’t want him!”

Your mother sat beside you, taking your hand in hers. “I know. I know, my sweet girl. But this is the way it must be. For now, we endure.”

You shook your head, still crying quietly. “I don’t want to endure this. I don’t want him.”

She gave you a sad smile, kissing your forehead. “It’s not about what we want. It’s about what we must do.”

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The sun hung high in the sky as you met with your closest friends. Floris Baratheon, Lysa Tully, and Serene Martell were already sitting under the large oak tree. It was supposed to be a relaxing break from the madness of your betrothal.

“We heard, my lady. About the betrothal. How are you feeling?” Floris asked, her voice full of concern. She was always so direct, unlike Lysa, who was quieter but equally perceptive.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, taking a seat next to them. “It feels like my life is already over before it’s even begun. I’m being forced to marry Aemond. A man I barely know, a man who doesn’t care about me. I don’t even have a say in it.”

Serene, leaned in. “Well, your life might not be over just yet. You always have the option of finding yourself a lover.”

You couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at that. “A lover?” you echoed. “Maybe I could find one.”

Lysa chuckled. “Well, I’ve heard things about Aemond. The rumors say he’s cruel, that he’s got a temper, that he punishes those who displease him.”

Floris nodded, her brows furrowed. “I’ve heard those rumors too. And honestly? I don’t blame you for being upset. Who wants to marry someone like that?”

You sighed heavily. “It’s like my whole future has been decided for me. I can’t escape it.”

Serene raised an eyebrow playfully. “At least you’ve got options, my lady. You’re not trapped in the same way as us. Who knows? Maybe that lord you danced with at the feast would be the one to give you the freedom you’re looking for.”

Your heart skipped at the mention of Lord Garrick Redwyne, who had captivated you at the last feast. He was bold, charming, and you could tell he also took an interest in you.

“You know, you might be right,” you said, trying to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. “I did meet a very handsome lord at the dance. Lord Garrick Redwyne. We danced and… well, maybe he could be the one to offer me some much needed distraction.”

Floris snorted. “Aemond can’t even stand a chance against someone like him. I mean, honestly, have you seen Aemond? I’m sure he’s not good for much other than looking brooding and scary with that missing eye of his.”

Lysa and Serene laughed in agreement. “You should go for it,” Serene added, her voice low but encouraging. “Let him give you what Aemond never will.”

You paused, your mind racing. “I think I just might. It would be nice to have a taste of freedom before I’m locked in a marriage with a man who looks at me like I’m nothing more than a political pawn.”

The conversation turned lighter as you all continued to joke about the idea of lovers, but little did you know, one of the queen’s maids had been standing nearby, overhearing every word. The whispers would soon reach Aemond.

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Later that afternoon, you were summoned to meet with Alicent and some of the workers to begin organizing the wedding.

Alicent wasted no time in pushing her own ideas. “I trust you’re prepared to make the necessary sacrifices for the good of the realm,” she said sharply, eyes narrowing as she gestured to the workers. “This wedding must reflect the union of two great houses.”

You bit your lip, trying to maintain your composure. “I understand, Your Grace. But I’d like to choose the color of my dress. I’d prefer red and gold.”

Alicent’s eyes flicked to you, her lips curling in a thin smile. “Red and gold? You do realize that’s a bold choice, don’t you? Quite revealing for a wedding dress.”

“Why, does it offend you?” you told her, unable to keep the bitterness out of your tone.

“You are marrying my son, dear. A dress of green would be more appropriate.” Alicent’s tone was firm.

You crossed your arms, standing your ground. “I will not wear green. I refuse. If I must marry him, I at least want some control over my dress.”

Alicent raised an eyebrow, but your defiance seemed to catch her off guard. She stared at you for a moment, then finally sighed. “Very well, but make sure it isn’t too revealing.”

You smiled, knowing you’d won this battle, even if it was a small one. “Thank you, Your Grace.”

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That evening, as the grand hall filled with the sounds of laughter, you were heading to your brother Jacaerys to ask him something about the upcoming wedding preparations. But just as you were about to step inside, you spotted Lord Garrick Redwyne once more.

He smiled at you, his eyes lighting up in recognition. “Ah, princess, how wonderful to see you again.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart race at the sight of him. His charm was undeniable.

“Lord Garrick,” you replied, smiling back. “I was just about to speak with my brother, but I’m glad to see you.”

His smile grew wider as he took a step closer. “Would you care to accompany me for a moment? Away from the crowds?”, he said as he extended his arm for you to hold onto.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.”, as you wrapped your arm around his and followed his lead.

He led you through the castle, past the grand halls and into a quieter corridor.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” Lord Garrick said, his voice low as he wrapped his hands around your waist. “I can’t help but wonder what it would be like… to have you, without all the politics, without the pressure of your betrothal.”

You took a deep breath, the tension between you palpable. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” you murmured, your eyes locked on his.

Without another word, he kissed you—softly at first and then more passionately as the moments stretched. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer as his lips moved to your neck. You let out a soft gasp, feeling a shiver run through you.

He moved lower, trailing kisses down your neck, and you gasped softly as he nipped at your skin. His hands were firm, his lips traveled lower still.

His mouth found its way to your most intimate place, and the pleasure was overwhelming, like nothing you had ever felt before. You moaned quietly, afraid of who might hear. You’d waited too long to feel this kind of release, this freedom.

When it was over, you both sat on the cool floor, catching your breath. “That was… incredible,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

Lord Garrick smiled, kissing your forehead softly. “I will be here whenever you need me, my lady.”

For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to forget about Aemond, about the marriage that awaited you. With Garrick, there was no cruelty, no coldness. There was only heat, passion, and the feeling of being wanted for who you were.

As he gave you pleasure, you couldn’t help but think: Maybe I can have a life outside of Aemond, even if it’s only in stolen moments like this.

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The air in the gardens was thick with tension as you walked beside Aemond, the silence between you two almost suffocating. You weren’t looking forward to this forced interaction, but here you were, ordered by the queen to “get to know” the man you were supposed to marry. You had no interest in being his bride, and certainly no desire to get to know him any better.

Aemond’s gaze flicked to you now and then, but you refused to look at him. Finally, after a long silence, Aemond broke it.

“Tell me, why do you always wear that look?” Aemond’s voice broke the silence, his words laced with bitterness. “You’ve been sent here to wed me, yet I don’t see a single ounce of enthusiasm in your expression.”

You didn’t even glance at him as you walked, keeping your pace slow. “Maybe because I have been forced into this marriage” you shot back, the bitterness in your own voice matching his.

“I don’t owe you any pleasantries.”

His lips twisted into a small smirk, though it lacked any real humor. “Of course, you don’t. I suppose that’s why you’ve taken to speaking about me behind my back—saying things I’m sure you think I don’t know.”

You froze. Aemond wasn’t looking at you directly, his gaze focused ahead. You clenched your fists, not willing to let him know he’d struck a nerve.

“What are you talking about?” you spat, though you had a pretty good idea. The rumors, the jokes from your friends… Had they reached him already?

He shot you a glance then, eyes narrowing. “I heard you’ve found yourself someone to entertain you. I suppose it must be rather entertaining to joke about your… lovers.”

Your breath hitched. “What are you insinuating, Aemond?” you asked.

Aemond’s voice dropped to a low tone. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know exactly what I heard. You think I don’t know you’re running around with some other man behind my back? I heard of your little conversation with your friends in the garden. You’re quite the whore, aren’t you? Laughing about my missing eye and discussing your lover like it’s nothing.”

Your jaw clenched at his words. Whore. He had no right to talk to you like that. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “You have no right of speaking to me in such way.”

You glared at him. “You want to talk about my lover? Fine. I’ll tell you everything. He makes me feel things you could never,” you hissed, taking a step even closer to him. “In fact, I’ve already lost my maidenhood to him.” Lies.

“You think that’s something to be proud of?” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re nothing more than a filthy, loose woman, and you’ll regret every second of it once you’re tied to me.”

“You think I’ll regret it?” you snapped back, “You don’t know a damn thing about me, Aemond. I don’t regret anything. Not my lover, not anything I’ve done before now. You’re just angry because I’ve found someone who actually knows how to please a woman.” That said, you turned around to retire to your chambers.

Aemond’s expression twisted into anger. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed your arm, spinning you towards him, forcing you into the nearest wall. You gasped in shock as Aemond pinned you against it. His grip was tight as he pressed you there, his face inches from yours.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Aemond growled. He gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. into a bush, his body trapping you against it. “Let me tell you something, princess,” Aemond whispered into your ear, he leaned in closer. “I’ll put a baby in you, and once you’re carrying my child, I won’t touch you again. You’ll be nothing but a vessel for my heir. And when you’re knocked up and useless to me, I’ll get myself a whore. A woman who knows her place. And I’ll bring her to the Red Keep, rub her in your face, and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”

You were petrified as he pinned you against the wall, but he wasn’t finished. “If I find out who your lover is, if I find out you’ve been seeing him behind my back, I’ll make sure you never see him again. I’ll have him dragged out and humiliated, and you’ll never be able to hide from it. You’ll regret every little thing you’ve done.”

Aemond took a step forward, forcing you to tilt your head up to keep your glare locked onto his.

“You think you can humiliate me?” His voice was quiet. “That you can make a mockery of this betrothal? Of me?”

You scoffed, “You’re doing that all on your own, Aemond. If you’re so offended, then call off the wedding.”, you continued “You are a man, a prince I’m sure they will call it of if you object”

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You think I would let you go that easily?” He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “You are mine now. No matter how much you fight it, no matter how much you despise me, you will stand beside me as my wife.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the way he said mine, but you refused to let him see the effect he had on you.

“You can have my hand in marriage, Aemond,” you bit out, “but you will never have me.”

Aemond let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that, wife.”

He turned on his heel, walking away without another word, leaving you standing there with your heart pounding in your chest.

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[cassiopeia-grimm]

-Don't worry, my love; I'm here and I'll always be here. Dastan promises

-It hurts so much, Dastan…

-I know, my love, but it'll all be over soon.

-Please, Dastan, promise me we'll be together again. Please, Dastan.

-I promise this next life I'll find you and love you again.

Your hands clasp desperately, probably for one last touch. With tears in your eyes and blood dripping from your lips, you smile at each other for the last time…

And so it was that Prince Dastan and his bride died with their hands tied and a promise made.

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-I promise to find you (Y/N) and love you again, I swear.