#barry keoghan angst

[redheadspark]

Hello! Can I request #1 and #3 with Barry Keoghan? ❤️

AN - Thanks for the request, anon!

Thanks To You

Summary - Barry brings you peace when your world is rocked

Warnings - Angst with barely any fluff

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,”

Barry’s fingers that were in your hair paused, hearing the tension in your voice as you were watching the window outside, seeing the snow falling gracefully from the sky and cars driving along the street.  The world was still rolling by, though it felt like a standstill in your little apartment while the soft sounds of the fireplace were heard in front of you both.  Curled up on the couch, head in Barry’s lap as he was giving you both the intimacy of being close to you and space to let you talk about how heavy your heart was. 

The heaviness of your mother kicking you out of her home.

The last few years living with her was hard for you, her hardened heart was always on her sleeve and she was never shy in showing it to those who would defy her.  Ever since your parents divorced and your father found love with a new wife, your mother did the divorce rather hard and became bitter because of it.  You were merely living with her to both save up some money to move out on your own and to get some money in your savings.  Plus it was easier for you since your work was right down the street from your mother's house, but it was also a literal hell.  

The only ray of light that was in this whole mess was your boyfriend Barry.

You made sure Barry and your mother were never left alone in the room.  She briefly met him when he came to pick you up for a date, already analyzing him since he was an up-and-coming actor.  You knew she was judging him, even when he introduced himself to her and he was beyond courteous and polite.  It made you feel embarrassed, apologizing to him when he drove you off to the dinner.  Barry wasn’t worried about it, winking at you, and then laced your hands together to show you that he was okay with it.

“I don’t care what she says about me,” Barry reassured you when you slept over at his apartment one night, “I’ll use my Barry charm on her to win her over in due time,”

“It might be impossible with her,” You said with a groan as he chuckled, “It’ll be an uphill battle when it comes to my mom,”

“Challenge accepted then,” Barry said in a cocky manner, though you poked his side and he laughed.  You loved that Barry would make things light for you when he knew you were stressed out with your mom.  He whisked you away on weekend trips or mini-vacations that he would take thanks to a recent movie gig he landed.  Those little mom tens, pockets of joy even, made your heart grow for him.  

The last thing you expected though, right before Christmas of course, was to get into a fight with your mother over Barry and then get kicked out because she was filled with spite.

Barry came over to your house as soon as you texted him and told him what happened, helping you pack your clothes and a small cluster of things that you wanted to keep with you.  He said nothing to your mother, who was scowling out on the back porch a you were crying in your bedroom and trying to get the rest of your things in the small bags that you did have.  After a few minutes, Barry took your bags and walked you out of his car.  He drove off with you, leaving your past behind without your mother not even saying goodbye.to you.

You called your father when you made it to Barry’s apartment, telling him all that happened.  Ever thankful that your father was supportive of you, he made sure to wire you some money to get on your feet and made sure you knew that his home was available for you to come to.  Yet you were safer with Barry, on the other side of town a bit away from your mother.  The first thing you said to Barry after hanging up the phone, seeing him watch you with Conner in his eyes, were four simple yet moving words that made you feel so small.

“Please just hold me,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all that happened within an hour.  Barry had you within his arms instantly as you sobbed and unleashed all that pain that was festering.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me,” Barry reassured you as you moved your head on his lap to look at the ceiling, noticing a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as Barry kept talking, “I know what’s it like with that kind of family.  It hurts, but it won’t last forever,”

“She said those nasty things about you, I couldn’t hold my tongue because I knew they were false.  But now…. I’m homeless,” You said in a defeated sigh.  Barry tutted as he shook his head.

“You’re not homeless,” he reminded you, then gesturing to the small apartment you two were in, “We’ve already talked about moving in together, so now this is your place.  We can get the rest of your stuff another time—“

“I don’t want anything else,” You gently interrupted as you slowly blinked, your heart feeling less heavy but still damaged.  You could still hear her voice in the back of your mind, bad-mouthing Barry and thinking of him as mediocre and cocky.  It killed you to hear that since you knew him to be far better.  He was kind, down to earth, and beyond generous.  He was a brilliant actor, as well as a brilliant human being, and for your mother to wish to see only the bad side of it was heartbreaking.  No matter that you two were on uneven ground or the bridge you two had was beyond broken, she was still your mother. 

Your mother who now shunned you and kicked you out of her life.

“She can burn the rest of my stuff for all I care,” You said bitterly, “I only got what I needed from that house, thanks to you.”

Barry smiled, though the look on his face seemed concerned about how you were reacting this way.  He knew you to be strong, tough as nails when it came to your work and fending for yourself.  He also knew you wore your heart on your sleeve and loved helping others when you could, there was no selfish bone in your body. 

So all Barry could do was simply watch you as you moved your head again to look out the windows, watching the snowflakes cascade along the window.  He was mentally telling himself that all he could do was simply be present for you in this time, knowing the plenty of times when you were there for him when he needed support.  You always took his hand, giving him sweet words of encouragement, there was never a time when Barry truly felt alone when it came to you. 

Now it was his turn to return the favor.  

The End.  

Hurt and Comfort Prompt Session

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[thefallennightmare]

Broken-ten

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of alcoholism and death

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: smut ahead!

Short gasps of breath echoed through the room as hands gripped my hips hard, nails digging into the skin there leaving marks. My leg wrapped around the back that lay on top of me, pulling his hips closer to my core and the new angel made me groan in pleasure. Lips attacked hungrily at my neck, bitting then kissing the marks, and I leaned my head farther to the left so he could get better access.

“Barry,” I moaned while raising my hips into his.

He hissed out his moan and wrapped an arm around me to pull me closer to him, my fingers trailing over his shoulder. “Fuck, I forgot how good you feel, grá.”

The tip of his cock hit the highest point in my core before Barry pulled it out and then slammed into me. He did this a few more times; the bed creaking with each hard thrust. The sensation made my eyes roll to the back of my head and when I felt my climax climbing its way over my body, I scratched deep at the skin on Barry’s back. The walls of my pussy clenched over the thickness of his cock but it wasn’t enough, I needed more. Something to drive me over the edge.

Barry sensed it because the pad of his thumb pressed onto my sensitive nub before crashing his lips to mine. We shared a fiery kiss, his tongue brushing past my teeth devouring every inch of my mouth. His thumb drove circles over my clit and with his erratic thrusts it was enough to send me tumbling over the edge. I came with a bright light taking over my vision and my moans coming out in broken screams. Barry’s climax coated the inside of my walls as he came right after me, teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

I rocked my hips into him trying to ride out the last bit of my orgasm.

“I love you,” I breathed in a daze.

“I-.”

I awoke in bed with a large gulp of air, sweat pooling from my forehead onto the blanket below. My hands patted next to me as I gathered my surroundings. I was alone in my bed with a burning ache between my legs and frowned when I realized I had been dreaming about Barry and me. It felt so damn real that I could taste his lips on mine.

Running a hand over my face to calm me down, I peered next to me to check my phone. It was just past eleven in the evening and no text from Barry. He was supposed to come back right after he helped tear down the gym and told me to wait up for him. I tried but the exhaustion of the day had overcome my body and I fell asleep waiting for him.

“Maybe he went out for a drink,” I grumbled to myself.

When I squeezed my legs together, I let out a quiet moan at the sensation that shot through my core. My dream still turned me on and I knew there were two ways to deal with it; finish myself or splash some cold water on my face.

Opting for the latter, I slipped out of my room across the hall into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I cupped a handful of cold water and then splashed it over my heated cheeks. The dream felt so real, like how sex used to feel between us, and I missed the way I would feel so full with him.

“Fuck, maybe I should have just gotten myself off,” I said to myself when the dull ache was still between my legs.

Tonight was filled with so much thick sexual tension that I had a feeling if Bary had come back home with me, we would have done something that would make our relationship worse. Technically, he was still with his girlfriend. I remember him telling me he never broke up with her; they had only been fighting since he stayed here with me.

Then why are you letting him flirt with you?

Shaking the thought from my mind, I shut off the bathroom light and was about to head back into my room when I noticed a small light emanating from the living room. As I stopped at the threshold between the hallway and living room, my lips curled up in the faintest smile at the sight. Barry lounged on the smaller of the couch with an arm behind his head propping it up a bit. The other arm was dangling off the couch, fingers grazing the carpet below, and the remote was placed on his bare chest. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and I bit the inside of my cheek at how delicious he looked in this moment; so relaxed.

As if he sensed me staring, Barry’s gaze fell onto me. “Did I wake ya?”

He went to lower the volume on the television so I shook my head to let him know he didn’t.

“When did you get back?” I asked.

“About an hour ago,” Barry ran a hand through his hair. “I came into your room but saw you were asleep.”

I shifted on my feet. “Were you going to wake me?”

My question was laced with lust and Barry adjusted his position on the couch almost inviting me to sit right on his lap and all he did was nod, eyes dark with desire as he took in my appearance. I was wearing an oversized shirt that rested at the mid of my thighs. Thankfully, I was wearing shorts underneath otherwise the wetness I felt in my core would have dripped down my legs.

“Are ya alright?” Barry asked. “Ya look a bit flustered.”

Memories of my dream came flooding back, and I felt my cheeks redden. “Uh, yeah. Just from my dream.”

A playful smirk pulled at his lips. “Yeah? What kind of dream?”

I shook my head, a light laugh escaping my lips. “I bet you would like to know.”

Barry’s eyes darkened as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. My entire body flared at the intensity of his gaze and I had to turn my head away from it. I noticed the television was playing one of my favorite movies, and the opening credits just ending.

“Oh, I love this movie,” I said.

“I remember,” Barry replied. “Want to join?”

I hesitated for a moment because something still pricked my body with desire. If I sat next to him, I’m not sure what would happen, but I wanted to watch the movie. So instead, I sat in the middle of the bigger couch, leaving Barry alone on the smaller one. If he was upset about my choice, I didn’t notice.

“I don’t understand why you continue to sleep on the small couch. This one is big enough for you,” I ran my hand over the cushions.

Barry snickered. “The cushion you’re sitting on sinks so low from being the main spot that everyone usually sat on. Plus, this one has the perfect view of the television. If I sat there, I’d get a glare from either the sun or the streetlights outside.”

My smile reached my eyes at him remembering the smallest details of when we visited here many times before; when we were married and before my parents died.

At the thought of my parents, my eyes jumped to the manila envelope that remained sealed shut in its place at the kitchen table. Barry followed my gaze then let out a sigh.

“Do you want me to open it for you?” He asked.

Quickly, I shook my head. “No, I’ll open it, eventually.”

Barry leaned an arm over the back of his couch and I bit my lip at the way the muscles in his arms and chest tensed.

“You’re avoiding it.”

I scoffed. “I am not.”

I was. I was dreading opening it because I was afraid of what it would say. What if my parents left me nothing, and I had nothing to go back to? With me coming back home to deal with their death, I lost the house back in New York that I was going to rent. I had no job because I had little time to look after the divorce. The money I had was slowly dwindling. I didn’t tell Barry because I knew he would either worry or throw it in my face that I was doing miserable without him and that was the last thing I needed right now.

Barry’s lip parted to say something, but I made a quick motion to the movie. “Can we please watch it? I’ve already missed the first five minutes.”

Reluctantly, he nodded and the both of us eased back into our couches to watch the movie. During the quiet aura between us, I had pulled my legs up to my chest and was running a finger up and down the skin of my leg; something I always had done when my mind was focused on something intently.

Halfway through the movie, I felt hot eyes on the skin of my legs and when I looked towards Barry, I noticed he was already watching me.

I squirmed under his gaze. “What?

He said nothing, only stood from his couch and reached my couch in two large steps then sunk low into the couch next to me. In one swift movement, Bary placed a pillow underneath my head and then pulled my legs into his lap

Something weighed heavy on my shoulders before I could completely lean into him. It outweighed the sexual tension between us.

Alyi.

“What about Alyi?” I asked.

Barry shook his head. “I broke up with her.”

My heart sank at his words.

“Why?”

“The last thing I want right now is to talk about her,” his voice came out low and husky.

I nodded finally allowing myself to ease into his touch as his fingers traced circles over the skin at my ankles, both of us giving our attention back to the movie. But my mind soon faltered away from it back to thoughts of Barry.

Today had been the first time in so long that Barry and I went longer than twenty minutes without fighting. It felt like it did back before we were married even. When we were in the friends-with-benefits stage of our relationship. I craved this feeling for so long and now that I had it again I was afraid of messing it up with a wrong word or action. This Barry, the one who joked around with me, the one that would steal glances when he thought I wasn’t looking, or the one's touch that would electrify every atom in my body.

Like he was right now.

This Barry was the one that I fell so hard for and missed dearly.

With my position on the couch, my shirt had ridden up a bit showing some skin of my stomach, and Barry took it as a silent invitation to trace his calloused fingers there. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling.

“Is this alright?” Barry questioned, not wanting to make me uncomfortable.

I nodded. “I’ve missed this.”

He hummed in agreement then leaned his head closer to my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “Want to know what I’ve missed?”

Our gazes locked faces so close to each other, and I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat before nodding. Barry’s eyes jumped from mine down towards my lips, his hand ghosting farther up my shirt stopping at the patch of skin below my left breast. I sucked in a breath, waiting to see what he would do next; it shocked the hell out of me what it was.

Barry laid his head on my chest and tangled his feet with mine, snuggling in closer to me as his attention went back to the movie.

“I miss being held by you,” he admitted quietly.

My heart soared into my throat and I bit my lip at the sensation that filled me with his revelation. Without saying another word, I ran my hand over the skin of his back, goosebumps rising to his skin, while the other hand snaked through his brown locks; the scent of his shampoo filling my senses.

Cedarwood.

For the rest of the movie, we didn’t say another word. We enjoyed the only noise echoing throughout the small home was coming from the television. Barry’s hand remained in place underneath my left breast while his thick thigh nudged its way between my legs. Just the light touch of it against my already heated core made my lips fall open in a silent moan. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. I wasn’t sure when it was, but Barry’s soft snores soon lulled me into my own slumber.

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[icarusamica]

Improvise (Look Me In My Eyes)

“Well, Ollie? A little kiss for your best mate?”

The smile he bore was one of utter mischief, a gleam to those soft browns hidden beneath pretty eyelashes. Taking a quick drink, Felix eased forward, shifting his weight forward to inch closer to Oliver.

Everyone’s attention suddenly captured by the question leaving them in suspension.

Was he really about to do this?

“Felix, it’s fine…” Oliver had tried to argue, but Felix had already reached him, immediately raising a finger to press down against Oliver’s lips, preventing further words from being spoken.

“Come on, Ol. You’ve got one kiss in there for me, right? It’s just me.”

Little spin the bottle fic I've been working on for the boys.

Would not have been possible whatsoever without @quick-catton. I owe them my life, legit haven't written a fic in so long and thought it was gonna be impossible. Pookie bear over here kept me motivated through it all and I couldn't be more grateful for it <3

Leave some love if you enjoyed!

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[alohastyles-x]

Part 2

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Part 1 | Masterlist |

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Chap 2 is here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 2.5k - a little shorter but i wanted to get it out sooner

Sleep did not come easy, as the events of the night flashed in your mind, one after another, leaving you tossing and turning in bed. There was clearly no way you could fall asleep after what happened, and the murky fate that now lay just on the premise of your thoughts… you came into contact with the god of death. 

He was just a myth, a scary story told to kids to easily spook them. Horror novels and movies were born out of the lore surrounding him and his favored mask that adorned his face during his kills. He was just a halloween decoration, an adjacent theme to a favored holiday… he couldn’t possibly be real, could he? 

Your question was answered after sleep finally eluded you into a chaotic induced nightmare. Awaking with a startled scream, you sat upright, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. You had been back in the alley, the pale face of the poor blonde illuminated through the smoke by the flickering streetlight above. Golden strings of what looked like cosmic stardust had begun swirling around you, their origins coming from the dark figure who stood at the end of the alley. They had wrapped themselves around your wrists, your arms, your body until the suffocating feeling they brought with them awoke you from your sleep. 

“What is it?!” Celia screamed, as she burst into your room, a frying pan in her hands, ready to attack. She looked around, attempting to locate the danger. 

“I-I’m sorry, it was just a bad dream,” you said in between breaths. Celia lowered the frying pan, concern flickering across her features as she watched you closely. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

“I think so-,” you began to answer, but were quickly silenced by a burning sensation twisting around your wrist. 

“Shit!” You cried out, fumbling to turn on the lamp. Celia rushed over to help, white you held your wrist closely. Once light illuminated the room, you pulled your wrist out to examine the burn mark. 

Only it wasn’t a burn mark. A golden mark had been etched into your skin, a delicate white pattern tracing through the gold in waves. The mark flickered in the light, making it almost like a bracelet permanently clasped around your wrists.

“What the hell is that?” You asked, panic rising through you as you stared at the mark. You had seen this golden pattern before… in your dream, and on the night of the murder. Whatever this was, had to belong to the god of death… but what did it mean?

“Hold on…,” Celia responded, already heading to the door. She raced back to the kitchen island where she left the book the two of you were reading the night before, researching the god. 

“Let me see if this has any information,” she flipped through the pages. You sat closely, watching as she skimmed the foreign words on the page. Your wrist had stopped hurting, but just knowing the mark existed made your skin crawl. Whatever it meant was clearly not good… you’ve seen the movies! 

“I’m not seeing anything in here that mentions a mark… usually his victims are unsuspecting that he's on the hunt, unaware they’ve even come into contact with him… apparently it makes it more, well I don’t know how to translate this word but I would assume it means appealing.” Celia concluded. 

“Damn it.” 

“I know,” Celia muttered under her breath. She began to mention a few people you could ask, as they were more knowledgeable than her on the god of death, but you weren’t listening. No, your mind was racing for other solutions. 

“Does the book say anything at all about how to summon him?” You interrupted Celia, who now stared at you like you had 5 heads.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly?” 

“I think if we could summon him, we could ask him? Find out more about this mark?” 

“Are you nuts?! You want to try and summon the god of DEATH… who will surely kill you once he sees you by the way, to ask why he marked you? Hello?” Celia yelled, flustered with your own remark. You hadn’t thought that fully through, you’ll admit that.

“Okay maybe not him, but what about the other gods who knew him? The eternals? Could we summon one of them and ask?” 

“Yeah I don’t think that's how it works… you don’t just summon a god, y/n…” Celia chuckled. There was a barrier between them and the humans. While many humans worshiped the old gods, no one ever actually heard from them. And they definitely didn’t summon them.

“Ugh, you’re right, I know you’re right… I just… I don’t know what else to do!” You let yourself fall back onto the pillows of your bed and let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Give me today, I’ll talk to my group at school and see if we can think of anything that this may be connected to. Just go to work and try and live like you don’t have a potential mark of death around your wrist,” Celia responded, patting your leg comfortingly. You sighed, knowing she was right. There was nothing much you could do but just pretend like everything was normal. 

You could do that… 

A few hours later you were making your way down the stairs heading to work. Unfortunately for you, there was only one way to the restaurant, which was right past the alleyway from the night before. You could walk another 35 minutes out of your way to walk around the entire square to the otherside, but it was too hot for that. 

The early morning sun was surprisingly warm against your skin. Humidity hung in the air like a wet blanket, making you squirm as you walked down the street. Yeah, there was no way you could walk that long in this heat, and you were grateful for the prescription strength deodorant that you doused yourself in this morning. 

As you approached the alleyway, the yellow caution tape caught your attention as a slight breeze ruffled it. It covered the entire alley entrance in a big X, though one could still slip through the tape if they really wanted. 

And for some reason, that's exactly what your brain told you to do. Carefully, you moved in between the tape, trying not to lose your balance and send the tape ripping off the walls of the alley. You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to do this, but some innate sense deep inside of you pulled you in. 

The stench of the alley was strong, from the trash building in the dumpsters, to the blood that still stained the concrete- a crime scene crew had yet to clean it up. Trying not to throw up, you slowly walked deeper into the alley. 

A tingling sensation caressed your wrist, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was a soft tingle, like a breeze had blown through, meeting your skin. You inhaled as the tingling moved up your arm to your shoulder, and then back down your back, stopping halfway. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you felt something press up against your spine. The metallic smell was back, lingering in your nose. 

Whirling around, you were met with nothing but the empty alley opening up to the street. A group of teenagers had stopped to peer through the tape, trying to see what they could spot. Panting, you stood still, hoping they didn’t see you, and that whatever was just touching you was gone. Or just in your head- that would be fine too. 

Once the teenagers had satisfied their need to see the grotesque site, you made your way back out of the alley. Whatever just happened had to be connected to the god you had run into the night before- you were sure of it as the golden band around your wrist itched- but you didn’t want to think about it, not now anyway. 

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal. 

“Y/n! There you are,” your boss, Alex, greeted you as you walked in the doors of the kitchen. Alex was a force of nature that’s for sure. They were probably the kindest person you had ever met, and yet had such a stoic nature about them, that no one took advantage of them. It was something you secretly envied. 

“Hey Alex. How was opening this morning?” Your shift started a couple of hours after opening, so you wanted to gauge how the day started, as it was usually telling how the rest of the day would go into the night. 

“It was pretty slow, you know with the murder and everything,” Alex whispered. You nodded. He had no idea just how much you knew. “I suspect the rest of the day will be just as slow. Sooo, you know what that means! It’s a perfect day to train!” 

You groaned. Alex knew how much you hated training, but they couldn’t deny you were the best. 

“This is, I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” Alex turned to the man standing behind him. You hadn’t noticed him at all, as he was half in the shadows. He took a step further, the light overhead shining on him like a spotlight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen, contrastingly sharply against his dark pupils. He was very handsome, his chin chiseled at just the right angles, his 5 o’clock shadow highlighting his jawline. Something about him sent alarm bells in your head, yet also made you want to fall to your knees before him. He just seemed so… familiar. 

“Kieran,” he responded, smirking slightly. His voice was deep, a thick irish accent coming through. It wasn’t rare to hear someone with an accent from across the seas over in this part of town, but something about him just sent a chill down your spine. Not to mention, your golden bracelet seemed to have warmed against your skin in his presence. 

“Right, silly me. Anyways, this is Kieran. He will be serving, so I want you to train him today. Really go over the menu and our practices…” Alex continued but you stopped listening. You couldn’t break the stare you and Kieran were entranced in, his smirk only growing by the second. It was as if he knew the effect he had on you, and he was relishing in it silently before you. 

‘Hello? y/n?” Alex waved a hand in front of your face. 

“Right… train him, I got it.” You said, breaking eye contact and turning toward Alex. They offered you a small smile and a wink, before turning to Kieran. 

“You’re in good hands. Y/n is the best!”

The two shared a small exchange before Alex left you alone with the man. Kieran turned to you, the smirk returning. It annoyed you, how cocky he already was without having to utter a single word to you. 

“So, have you ever worked in a restaurant before?” You asked, grabbing a menu from the server station next to you. 

“No,” his response was short and curt. This only annoyed you even more. You beckoned him to follow you, rolling your eyes as hard as you could when your back was to him. A low chuckle came from behind you, almost as if he knew of your secret act. 

You settled into a booth next to the kitchen, allowing him to slide in across from you. 

“Okay, so first things first, you have to know the menu. The rest will be so much easier if you know what we offer. We’re a higher end restaurant, so we offer a lot of ‘fine dining’ dishes. Lots of pastas, seafood, steaks, and all of that.” You began to explain. The golden band around your wrist buzzed with energy as you talked. It was hard to focus on what you were saying, as the buzz intensified. 

Kieran sat before you looking over the menu, memorizing what dishes you guys’ offered. As he did, you pulled your phone out to see a missed text from Celia. 

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later? 

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded. 

Sure. McCrakens? 

The Irish pub was your go to for drinks with Celia, and its atmosphere felt perfect for the conversation the two of you had to have. The pub was almost always packed out and so loud, you could barely hear your own self, let alone eavesdrop on anyone. 

Celia shot back a ‘yes 10:00 pm’ and you locked your phone, turning your attention back to Kieran. 

“Seems simple enough.” Kieran said, letting the menu fall onto the table. You nodded. There was no one else in the restaurant right now, so it was a little hard to begin any other parts of training him. 

“Where’d ya get that?” He asked, his deep voice interrupting your thoughts. He was nodding to your wrist. You looked to see what he was referring to, and realized the band of gold was on full display. 

“Oh, uh,” you scrambled for a response as you tugged the bracelet back down over your wrist that you had covering it. His eyes peered quizzically at you, his signature smirk gone. He was as serious as could be,  which made you look at him puzzled. 

“It was just a dumb thing I did at a tattoo shop,” you lied. He gave you a look that screamed that he read right through you. 

“I didn’t know they made gold ink,” he responded. You sighed, knowing there was nothing you could think of that would make sense. Instead, you decided to tell him the truth… well the half truth. 

“Alright, fine. I really don’t know. I just woke up with it this morning. My friend and I are trying to research to figure out what it means, but so far we’ve turned up nothing.” 

He stared at you intently, studying your wrist. You squirmed under his intense gaze. It was almost as if he was burning through the bracelet, the buzzing even more noticeable than before. 

“I think I may know something. Although, it’s a bit of a legend.” 

“That’s kind of the conclusion we’ve come to as well, that whatever this is has to be sort of supernatural like that.” 

You bit your lip as you tried to hold back what was about to come tumbling out of your mouth next. There was no way you could invite this man out to the pub tonight… not without him finding out you came into contact with a god. You couldn’t just go around telling anyone that sort of information. Not today. Especially not after last night's murder has been blasted all over the news, already blaming the gods. 

“I’d love too,” he said suddenly, making you jump slightly as you were pulled from your thoughts. You blinked, trying to figure out what you just asked him. 

“What?” 

“You invited me out tonight, with you and your friend.” He looked stumped. 

“No… I didn’t? Did I?” You were starting to question everything in your head just now… did you somehow let it tumble out of your mouth without realizing? 

“You did… are you okay?” He asked. You nodded, your throat suddenly too dry to talk. 

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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[trinitytheorphan]

“Achilles Come down!”

Title: “Achilles come down!”

OneShot: Druig x GN! Eternal!Reader

Warnings; Suicidal thoughts, and attempt. Mentions of depression, unrequited love, negative thoughts. And um Fluff at the end.

Druig Stood at the top of the temple. He was already about to jump off the roof of it. You turned to him. He was the man whom you loved deeply, but you’d never tell him. “Druig, Druig please come down! Get off that roof!” You yelled as you tried to get him to stop. He turned to face you, a pained expression on his handsome face. He stood silently as he studied your face, trying to understand why you wanted him to stop himself from jumping off the roof and ending his life.

“Please get off the roof!” You told him again as you gestured for him to come back to you. You both stood on the top of the temple. You were loosing your balance and wanted him to come to you.

Jump do it! Jump! No one wants you here! Don’t you want to end your suffering! Forget her she won’t do anything to stop you if you do Jump. Said the voice in his head, urging hi, to jump and end his life.

You stood there, as he sat on the edge of the temple. It was almost midnight, you guys should be sleeping.

“You want the acclaim, you want our help!” Said the negative voice his mind.

“it’s not worth it Druig, don’t listen to your mind!” You said softly as you sensed his conflict.

“Your willing to jump, be done with it and jump!”

“Your worth more, Druig! Worth so much more than this!”

“You want my opinion, so I gave you my opinion!”

“No one asked for your opinion!”

“You want my council, so I gave you my thoughts.”

“No one asked for your thoughts!”

“Be done with this now and jump off the roof, Druig!”

“Can you hear me Druig, I’m talking to you!”

“Be done with this now, and come get off the roof with me.”

“Can you hear me, Druig, I’m talking to you! Don’t leave me here all alone! Please I love you! Don’t leave!”

He snapped out of his negative thoughts as you said you loved hi,. He didn’t believe it, you barely talked anymore, you barely even spoke, he loved you dearly, but you suddenly stopped being around and he was scared you knew how he felt, and left. He turned and looked you in the eye and said,

“I love you too, i won’t leave you ever!”

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[ricciardosgirl]

you don't belong here , oliver quick.

farleigh and oilver get into it.

trigger warnings ; violence , slight degradation.

i'm so sorry farleigh i love you sweetie <33

oliver winces , not many men make oliver fucking quick tremble — but then there's farleigh fucking start. he's unsure why , there's really no reason to be afraid of a stuck up rich kid. he's only here because felix isn't done playing with him yet.

farleigh's gaze persists through oliver's stone cold eyes — he feels like a fucking fool. farleigh's daunting height instills fear into the smaller , less oliver. " you don't know anything about me. " oliver finally speaks , it's taking everything within him not to show a hint of fear.

" exactly , that's why you're a fucking freak. " farleigh's reasoning isn't exactly on point , but he's tripping hard on this strange power trip . . and high on a mix of various drugs. oilver believes the drugs make farleigh who he is - even tolerable.

" i see right through you ' ollie. ' " he mocks felix's hard british accent. " you don't belong here oilver quick. " a chuckle , farleigh has that demented fucking smirk on his face. it's driving oilver mad. he can't tell if he's upset - or incredibly turned on.

" then where do i belong ? " oliver takes a step forward , it makes farleigh step back. " with the fucking dogs. " farleigh spits. " oh yeah ? " oliver feeds him what he so desires. " yeah. the fucking dogs , you don't even deserve to know who we are - who i am , who felix is. "

that one stung , but oliver doesn't back down. " bootlicker. " oliver mutters , he thinks of his old friend michael - and how he was right. " excuse me ? " farleigh is offended , now getting directly into the face of the smaller.

their mouths are inches apart , eyes staring daggers through each other. " that's all you are farleigh. a spoiled little bootlicker. " oliver whispers , now the smirk is on his face. " you beg to be in the presence of felix . . and he pities you. " a harsh reality that farleigh pretends not to notice.

" you are nothing more than a common beggar. " that's what broke farleigh. he suddenly pushes oliver into the nearest wall - which so happens to be a concrete one. their inside of saltburn , it some hidden away hallway. oilver isn't quite sure where they are.

" fuck you. " farleigh raises the smaller oilver by the collar - threatening to punch him. " yeah . . fuck me. " oliver sighs , now a chuckle leaves his lips. " do it. " oliver begs , getting off on this.

farleigh hesitates , what it felix finds out he — no. farleigh doesn't care what felix thinks. with a loud huff farleigh lands a punch straight on oliver's face. the sick fuck moans. mouth agape as he practically begs for another one. " there you go . . yeah. " he coos on.

farleigh drops oliver in a mix of disbelief and disgust. " fucking freak - you sick fucking - " farleigh's hands go to his tattered hair , a look of fear crosses him. oliver wipes the blood that drips from his cracked lip.

" good one. " he whispers , now inching his way closer to farleigh. " feel better now ? " he tilts his head - farleigh backs away. " i - i " farleigh can't speak. " shh . . " oliver finally takes this opportunity to get back at farleigh.

" i know i belong here. " oliver whispers - backing farleigh up towards the wall. cornering him like prey. " but you . . " oliver wags his finger comically. " you don't. "

farleigh quivers , he's never known anything or anyone like this. oliver puts his calloused hand on farleigh's cheek. " i can make you leave anytime i want. " a warning , oliver smiles.

" and i don't want that , i quite like you. " another sinister chuckle. " so please . . behave. . " he gives farleigh's cheek a love tap , turning away.

" good talk. "

oliver says - he nods his head as a goodbye , leaving the hallway.

he leaves farleigh a mess , unsure of his place here in saltburn. he wants to scream - he wants to cry - he wants to beat the ever loving shit out of oliver. but he can't bring himself too. he just . . sits , tears flowing from his eyes.

he's defeated , degraded. not good enough for felix anymore. he's no longer the favorite of his cousin. he's having a hard time coming to terms with that.

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[feral-teeth]

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

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[lostinsaltburn]

Slip & Fall - A03

EXPLICIT

6.6k words

Felix Catton/Oliver Quick

Chapt 1/1

Oliver was supposed to be his friend, Oliver was supposed to be looking at Felix like he hung the stars but he wasn’t. Felix felt maybe it was his own fault, he brought shy little Oliver into the group knowing he was smart and interesting and unfortunately now everyone else was noticing it too. He used to follow Felix around like a puppy and it was perfect, Felix had attention whenever he wanted it but now, it felt like he had to fight for Oliver’s attention.

“It’s just poor form, really Ollie. I’m your best mate and what you just don’t care about if I get home safe or not. What just because I’m an Alpha too it doesn’t matter?. Is that it Ollie, I could slip and fall, maybe break my neck in the snow but none of that matters because I’m an Alpha. It’s just a bad attitude to have Oliver, that’s all I'm saying”

His entire life since presenting as Alpha, since fully grasping what was expected of him and knowing it went against everything he’d wanted, he’d had to hide this part of himself away. All his closest friends, his family, god even Venitica didn’t know anything about it. Oliver though, it was like Oliver just saw through it all, saw the core of him and wasn’t disgusted, didn’t hide away from Felix or distance himself. He just kept coming back for more. Like now, even after his little tantrum, Oliver had just held his hand all the way back to his dorm. Not once had he tried to argue back, to tell Felix he was being stupid, he just assessed what Felix needed and gave it to him more perfectly packaged then he’d ever expected it.

“Don’t worry Omega, I’ve got you” Oliver punctuated his sentence with another firmer squeeze of Felix’s thigh.

“I’ve got you Felix, silly boy spilling all the drink” He spoke as he unzipped Felix’s jeans pulling them down his legs to throw to the side of the bed.

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[velvetnecklace]

Pretty boy

Felix Catton x Oliver Quick

information: angst mixed in with a bit of smut. this is set during the time where Felix finds out about Oliver and his family, if you have not seen saltburn yet then I suggest you don’t read this because it will contain mostly spoilers except for the bits in which I write in. 

warnings: angst, leading into smut so be please over the age of 18 otherwise I will haunt you for the rest of your life. swearing (loads of it), drinking, smoking, mentions of India, unprotected sex (when it comes to Oliver watching Felix and India having sex before he interrupts them), anal sex (Oliver & Felix), Oliver being a bitch towards Felix, poisoning a drink with cocaine, hatefucking and Felix’s death at the end. So really, a whole lot of triggers in one so please read carefully and scroll past this if one of your triggers is mentioned - let me know if I’ve missed anything & enjoy!

word count: 6.2k

Likes, comments & rebligs are highly appreciated ❤️

Divider credit goes to -> @cafekitsune

He wasn’t supposed to find out about Oliver’s parents but here they were, driving to Prescot as some sort of sick joke known as an early birthday present was viewed in Felix’s eyes. What the boy didn’t know was that he was about to have his heart crushed after learning that Ollie’s father had died because of an acclaimed drug addiction which ended up with him smashing his head on a curb one time he was out. 

Oliver could feel his throat get warmer as he saw the sign pointing to the direction of Prescot and it was too late for him to back out of this like he knew he should’ve done in the first place, “Felix.. we really don’t need to do this trust me - why don’t we just go back to saltburn?” A nervous Ollie asked the other but knew deep down that there was now escaping what was thought to be a kind gesture made by Felix which probably wasn’t the best thing to especially now with the way that he was acting. 

“Trust me Ol, your mum one the other day and said that she was worried about you. So I thought that it would be a nice surprise to take you back home to visit your mum for once” Felix replied while turning on the street on where the house was.

When the car pulled up, Oliver had no choice but to knock on the door to his house; praying on every single thought he had that neither his mother or father answered the door. But that was short lived when his demise was meant due to his mother being the one to open the door, as soon as she saw her son’s face - it had seemed that she missed him more than he had anticipated her to. 

Bringing him into a warm hug, she noticed that Oliver had company with him that he mentioned once to her whilst running him when Felix wasn’t around, “you must be felix, right? It’s so nice to finally meet you! Ollie has told me so much about you” she offered the two of them to come inside which meant that the truth would finally be revealed about everything… his father, his money, how he grew up - everything! And that was something that wasn’t worth risking over his birthday, especially since the Catton’s were throwing a party for Oliver tomorrow… what was he going to do once the lies have been found out? 

“I’ll go and tell your father that you’ve arrived, he’s just in the backyard” suddenly, everything seemed to click inside of Felix’s mind and he knew what Oliver was up to and that his father wasn’t really dead. A confused look shot up on his face - indicating to Ollie that his lies were finally discovered by pretty boy Felix…

Once they were both inside the house, Oliver’s dad came to join the three of them wanting to discuss how his son was doing in college with the progress that there possibly had been made - completely oblivious of what the current situation was that happened between the two boys. “I’m glad you reached out to Oliver, I thought it was the time to finally get to meet someone who is apart of his family” Felix said through gritted teeth knowing that he had found out where oliver had came from and that he was like a different person than the one who he was first introduced to when his bike was broken. 

“It’s not a problem at all, especially since I wanted to know how Oliver was doing in Oxford due to him being alone most of the time with having the lack of people wanting to talk to him because of the way he either presents himself or the choice of clothing he wears” His mother replied to the comment that Felix had made.

Nodding his head, Felix tried his best to control his temper since things seemed to be falling into place perfectly with how they were being showcased and now, the back of Felix’s had been broken due to him believing the lies of Oliver Quick just for him to kindly offer to have the boy over at Saltburn - his compound and that was something which he’d regret forever; letting someone get under his skin and seeing a more kinder side to the Catton than people had seen before. Now Felix knew not to walk up to others so easily because of the lesson that Oliver had taught him.

Ollie could feel that his trust that was built with Felix had gone through the window and anything that he thought to say in the future to try and defend himself wouldn’t have the trust of the person who he craved to have the most attention from was gone because of this situation the two found themselves in. 

“Do you guys want to stay for tea? I’ve put on some food if any of you are hungry” Oliver’s mum asked to break some sort of tension she could sense between Oliver and Felix just as soon as Oliver’s dad sat next to his wife - wanting to find out who this guy was and what he was to Oliver.

“I think we’re good mum - we’ve got a party to go to..” “No, no Ollie, the party can wait because your mum has put a lot of effort into making food knowing that you’d be here with her and your father. Yes, we can stay for a bit, I’m sure that the birthday party can be missed a slight bit” Felix interrupted Oliver due to how much anger he had to withdrawal before his family found out that they let a fraud like Oliver come into their compound, their safe space and it turned out that it wasn’t so safe anymore. “But Ollie, I made you your favourite… spaghetti bolognaise” Oliver let out a huff after deciding that staying was maybe the better idea out of all that went on.

“Fine, I’ll stay since there’s obviously nothing better to do in this current moment” a bluntness fell from Oliver’s lips knowing that there was no turning back or even saving himself from the nightmare that was forming around him. 

The ride home was even more awkward than the dinner was with his parents; this was a time to discuss everything that had gone on but clearly the way that Felix was now acting was something Oliver knew to step away from at this current time. How were you going to be able to talk to someone now? Especially when everyone practically revolved around the pretty Catton like they were dogs preparing themselves for jumping his leg or something like that.

“As soon as this party is over, you need to pack your things and leave saltburn… you’ve overstayed your visit Oliver and I’ll make sure to tell mum that she has to kick you out depending on whether i tell her about your little secret or not which means that if I did - you’d leave saltburn in a bad manner and instantly” 

Felix sighed after he said that in order to know that that was were he store with Oliver, even after he lied about his family and where he came from and now - the car remained silent with the radio blasting in the background silently. What made Felix lower all of his boundaries for one person who knew how to make him regret doing that the most? 

Was it because of the sort of love he had for Oliver? Or maybe the covered hate that the family used to share before getting to know the boy who didn’t have the best experience growing up? Whatever it was, was pointless because all of that had been wasted like it probably should’ve been before things escalated and now Oliver knew he massively fucked up; this was done out of his want for attention off of someone who people hovered around but clearly, he wasn’t wanted around and he understood that a lot of people - including Felix’s family at times didn’t want to hang around him due to the clothes he wore and how he looked in some cases. 

“Look Felix, I’m sorry but can we just at least talk about it?” Oliver tried saying to Felix but he wouldn’t listen to what he had to say.

“What is there left to talk about? You lied about your family, even your father’s fucking death when he wasn’t even dead! As well as my family hosting your party after me persuading them to invite you to our home when we thought you had nowhere to live and you pay us back by making shit up just to make us feel bad for you? You’re a liar Oliver and I don’t think we need to discuss anymore of this. So just enjoy this party because it’ll be your last with us”

Once they arrived back at saltburn, Felix got outside the car and pulling out his cigarette and lighter - started to lit the piece of tobacco that was in between his slender fingers. Wanting to get high or even drunk at this point to escape the grasp Oliver had over him and that his family and him could all wake up tomorrow with being free of unwanted visitors. 

Meanwhile, Oliver was upstairs in his room and was looking at himself in the mirror wondering how on earth he was going to weave his way out of the shit he had put himself head first into… all this anger had caused him to punch the mirror and it shattered into a million pieces and that was when an idea snapped inside do Ollie’s mind. 

If he couldn’t fix the mess he already made then he would have no choice but to get rid of the person who was close to telling his mother about what had happened - Oliver had to kill Felix and he would do that at no cost, he just needed to think of the perfect way to do so.

He was determined to get the Catton’s fortune without any of them noticing that he was a moth who wanted to hang onto any light that he could with Felix, Venetia, Elspeth and Sir James all being the light that got Oliver hooked onto the money they had. 

“Fucking bring it on Felix, if there’s one thing that I’m able to do then it’s to get rid of spoiled bitches like you and honey - I’m coming for you and your entire family so you better prepared yourself for a couple of nights where I’m the one who’s torturing you lot. But first… we’ve got to get rid of you dear Lix… and I know the perfect way on how to do so”

Oliver picked out his outfit for the fancy dress party which commenced in a few hours while he was putting the pieces to his finale towards the plan that was going to be revealed soon but he needed to wait for the right time to put things into action. Grabbing the deer antlers he wanted to match his outfit with, he was ready for anything to happen because now.. it was time for the world to see Felix Catton get what was coming to him for a very long time.. and Oliver was the person who was going to be satisfied with the demise of the Catton’s reputation and having Felix known around as the heartthrob of Oxford.

Making sure to stick to what Felix said however, Oliver packed a few bags knowing that once the deed was done - he’d stay inside of saltburn as well as getting Farleigh kicked out when Ollie knew that he done cocaine which was going to be used to poison the drink he was going to give to Felix once they tried to talk about the secret that was probably going to be talked about between the family if he was too late - he couldn’t be too late… could he? 

The party had started when Oliver decided to come down and check how many people were actually here since he wasn’t known for being the best person to have friends so his curiosity about who Elspeth and James had invited took over the thoughts about killing Felix later on in the night. “There he is, the birthday boy! Ollie, over here! I would like to introduce you to some of my friends!” Elspeth caught his attention as she was dressed in one of her expensive dresses with a mask to sort of hide her face - it was giving the vibe of this being a masquerade ball or something like that Oliver thought.

Forcing himself to smile, he took himself over to see what Elspeth wanted and who her friends were so he could be sure that all of them were just as rich as the Catton’s were. Oliver had to fix his antlers on the way to make himself look more presentable than ever because this seemed like it was a big thing for him - even though it was only a fancy dress party, this was an opportunity in itself for Oliver to have an amazing performance to prove that he wasn’t a liar and he was much more than that. 

“These are my friends, this is the boy that I’ve been talking to you about, the one that Felix brought back from Oxford. Poor dear thing with everything that happened to him but meet Oliver Quick”

There was a slight nervousness that came upon the Quick with the closer he got, the closer everything seemed to be falling into place like there wasn’t a problem that could stir the pot and have things and badly for everyone - including Oliver and that was something he wanted to stop but also per-sue with just to teach everyone a lesson of who they were messing with.  

“Nice to meet you guys, you come a long way?” He asked to sound polite when all he wanted to do was look around for Felix to try and amend things between them before it was too late to stop him from opening his mouth towards his friends with the information he had gained when they went for the drive to visit Ollie’s mum once Felix answered the phone wanting to speak to his son since they haven’t spoken in a while.  Scanning the backyard to find Felix, Oliver saw a familiar figure in the shadows of someone who used to be here with him at saltburn before he got kicked out due to things being said between the family one time at breakfast - Farleigh - maybe he knew where Felix was but why was he invited to the party if he was kicked out of saltburn? It didn’t make any sense to Oliver on why he was back but he had bigger fish to fry so that’s what he done. 

Approaching Farleigh was a blessing a curse incase he was out for Oliver with what he said to James and ended up getting the cousin of Felix kicked out - they just didn’t make it seem like a big fuss because they didn’t want to risk putting a bad word on their reputation that they had built up through years of having this compound to call home, “Farleigh? Is that you?” And with that; he came out from under the mask he had carried with him to come into the party. 

It really was him, how the fuck did he manage to sneak his way past everyone at the party? Oliver looked slightly confused that the person who he told to behave was back and this time… he had this ring on his finger which looked like it contained the answer to Ollie’s problem, the one and only cocaine. “How did you know it was me? I thought i done a great job with sneaking in” Farleigh replied to Oliver when he asked the question on if it was him or not. “Because, i can tell who you are from a mile away… the ring made it obvious but this time it’s a different one. What if Elspeth and James spot you? You’d get thrown out if they found out you snuck your way into this party without an invite” 

“What are you on about? They invited me, they couldn’t leave me out otherwise people would know that there was a very obvious problem they had with me. If there’s one thing that the two of them love, it’s their reputation and nothing would come in between that; they would have someone else do their dirty work in order to keep them looking like they’re innocent when the whole family isn’t”

Farleigh was right, nothing was ever perfect even when it came to the Catton’s - there were obvious flaws that were going to be dealt with shortly but now, Oliver needed to know where Felix was to try and at least talk to him and sort the tension between the two of them down. 

After his conversation with Farleigh, Oliver went into the compound, thoroughly looking for Felix knowing that he was probably drunk and off his head fucking either India or Annabel - that’s the way he worked. Whenever something doesn’t go to plan, get drunk and take cocaine like it’s nothing then fuck girls was the way to go when you’re powered by money like Felix Catton was; but that didn’t matter to Oliver, he needed to find the boy as quickly as he could before things turned from worse to shit in a matter of seconds.

He finally found Felix however, he was in a room with all his friends - Annabel and India included but that wasn’t a problem or so he thought wouldn’t but the challenged was presented when every time that Oliver would try to speak - Felix would interrupt him just for him to say that he didn’t fancy talking to someone like Ollie without revealing too much on why he couldn’t be assed dealing with this toy that was overdue to be thrown away. 

Oliver knew that this was a cruel joke just to punish him for what he lied about but none of it made any sense, what he had learned about Felix was that he had more punishments than ever known to man and that was saying something when it came to Ollie. In the end, he gave up with trying to reach Felix and talking things out like he wanted to in the first place.

Ollie was surprised to learn how stubborn Felix was when he never got his own way, and maybe that was something that he needed to be taught properly - letting people do what the need to do before starting to act like the bigger person when you’re both to blame in a situation like this. But there was no point in dwelling on someone who wasn’t worth all the thoughts of when there were bigger things to think of - like the party head at so that’s what Oliver done, went to the party room; drank some drinks and danced the night away like there was nothing on his mind.

That was until Felix came into the same room as Oliver with India, holding another lit cigarette in one of his hands and a beer in the other, he didn’t understand why Felix was with Annabel when he was screwing her best friend like it was nothing - but that wasn’t a priority of Ollie’s due to the amount of alcohol he consumed got to his head. 

No matter how many times he tried to ignore the unwanted attention his mind was trying to go to, Oliver inevitably failed to do the thing he didn’t want to especially at a time like this, but here he was, looking at the live of his life - or so he thought dancing with someone else who incision wasn’t Oliver. 

He hated watching this but ultimately knew that this was his punishment for the way that the afternoon went between the two of them, that specific moment replying gained over and over again which resulted in a headache but Oliver shrugged it off as if it was something that was caused by the alcohol he had been drinking. Maybe it was time to put the plan into action, he needed to get the cocaine and poison Felix’s drink once and for all and now seemed to be a pretty good time due to him dancing with India.

So whilst they were all distracted, Oliver went into Farleigh’s room making sure that he wasn’t in there just to grab his little bike of cocaine and poured some into a bag to which he would take Felix’s drink and pour the powder into the drink waiting for it to dissolve before giving it back to Felix. If there was one thing that Oliver was good at… it was playing fucking innocent just to get the things he wanted to but this time was different, special even, and it was because the emotions he was thinking was due to the effects that surrounded drinking a lot of alcohol at a time without stopping to take a drink of water. 

By the time he had arrived back into the room, he saw both Felix and India leaving through the back door - hinting at the fact that they had a chance to go into the hedgemaze and even though Felix first warned Oliver not to go into there, this was the chance to do so and that he did. He began to follow them, making sure that no one found it suspicious that the boy was following Felix around like a little bitch. 

Felix and India were holding hands and giggling the night away once the entered the hedgemaze, Oliver thought that now was the time to follow them and their giggles without being too obvious that this was part of his plan to get Felix alone to teach him some sort of lesson that it’s not fair to treat someone horribly because they want to explain something that they know they’ve made a mistake with.

Following their giggles, Oliver wondered what the two of them were doing especially since they were more used to the idea of showing off in front of people rather than taking themselves out of a situation just to please their possible needs, Oliver could tell that his stomach was starting to turn sick with the thoughts that were coming into his head like nothing; questions were being asked that he’d be too embarrassed for to speak of them publicly otherwise he would be done for considering this was the bare minimum that he was receiving off of Felix with lying about his whole life at this point.

Then, there was probably the most horrific thing he would walk into, and worse - it was going to be made out that Oliver was stalking them as a way of getting back at Felix for ignoring him for majority of the night even though it was his birthday party that the Catton’s kindly hosted for him when Oliver was quite persistent of not making a big deal out of his birthday. 

India was pushed up against the statue in the middle of the hedgemaze  whilst Felix was thrusting his hips into her roughly, and the noises they were making knocked Oliver sick to the point where he wanted to vomit in front of them without giving a shit that they caught him following them. He turned to his left and found the bottle of what looked like either champagne or wine unattended and that was when Oliver pulled out the bag of cocaine he took from Farleigh’s room and poured all of the substance inside of the hole, watching it fizz and having an idea that he had finally won in this stupid game the two of them were playing that turned out to be pointless in the end and that was something Oliver was going to prove to everyone he knew. 

But now was the time to interrupt the two love birds who seemed to be enjoying the things they were doing with little moans and pants knowing that no one or at least they thought that no one would know went on between the two of them especially if it was Annabel because then her heart would be broken. 

Even though she did kiss Oliver earlier on, that was something that Felix never found out due to Ollie not telling him, maybe he should’ve - it would have added to his apparent crimes of what he done throughout his time at saltburn. It was all for a purpose; get revenge on Felix for finding out the deep secret that the boy had about his family, yes he was going to kill Felix by playing dirty but when in life have you never played dirty?

Oliver sighed and called out Felix’s name, managing to startle both of them and further stopping the actions Felix was doing to India. “Oh Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing here?” Was the first thing that Felix had asked Oliver not having the slightest clue that the next moment would cause more damage to his already broken heart. 

“I need to talk to you like urgently… I’ve been trying to reach you ever since the party started but you’ve brushed me off as if I was nothing” The truth was, Oliver was now nothing in Felix’s eyes due to him lying and getting away with it for such a long time. 

India had fixed herself then needed to approach Oliver on what he just saw or hoped that he didn’t even witness her and Felix fucking one another, “were you spying on us?” A sharp tone left her mouth after she had finished speaking, grabbing her drink for her to leave and go back to the petty like nothing happened.

“No I wasn’t —-“ Oliver tried speaking but India interrupted him with what she needed to say again, “you know; you two are fucking gross” and with that… Felix’s little bird was walking off with the same drink in her hand as the one she entered the hedgemaze with. 

“You think you’re so fucking clever scaring off people with your creepy nature? Because it’s not and I swear to hod if you don’t me alone this fucking second then you’re going to seriously regret it” Felix threatened Oliver because of his nerves getting pushed past the point where they’d never return at this time never mind what was later in store for people who wanted to fuck with him mind instead of letting them fuck him like most people would. 

A dark chuckle fell from Oliver lips as he made direct eye contact with Felix knowing that this was the last time he was ever going to be this close to Felix without knowing that he was the reason for his death. “Funny you should say that Felix but I honestly think that i can fuck you better than India can, why don’t we just fuck one another even if we hate each other?” 

The expression which was left on Felix’s face was priceless towards Ollie, having the idea be approached about fucking the person who he wanted to leave him alone was beyond everything he had done to make himself the eye candy towards others, and now he was going to decide - would it be better for him to leaves the hedgemaze and tell everyone at the party about Oliver or give into the nasty way that this night was seeming to end in. “You must be fucking joking when you’re saying that Oliver, there’s no way in hell you’d ever think I’d touch someone like you. I’d rather die than fuck you” and that’s when the idea came to Felix. What if he made an agreement with the twisted psychopath for him to save himself for the terrors that Oliver was prepared to bring the boy?

Would it even work? Could he even persuade Oliver to agree with what Felix wanted to say? Or would it just go down the drain and be worth nothing in the end? 

It was worth a shot in the dark and if it failed, it failed… “fine, fine - I’ll let you fuck me but don’t expect us to be all lovey dovey after doing so” “I wouldn’t count on it too much Felix dear… just wanted one last night with you before I left saltburn for good to give you and your family space” typical Oliver - lying through his teeth again but this time it seemed to be working more than the other lie did because Felix was actually falling for it. Oliver wasn’t leaving that’s easily no matter how hard Felix tried to get Oliver to leave, it wasn’t actually set in stone for him to leave fully.

“Perfect…” thought Oliver as he started to undress himself, taking off his pants then his boxers before rubbing Felix’s semi hard cock knowing that in the end - Oliver was the one who always won the type of game he’d set and it was only a matter of time for anyone to really stop him before anything else happened which didn’t seem possible since the rest of the Catton’s were blindsided by how sorry they felt for Ollie when it was the worst thing to ever do in the history of them being alive.

Felix was bent somewhat over the statue to make sure that he was at least feeling comfortable before having his sort of enemy enter him and claim him as his own, there was no stopping Felix from finishing up this little thing between them and then afterwards, the plan was to tell his mother and father about how much of a fraud Oliver was and how they needed to act quick with getting rid of the issue that was brought into saltburn. 

He could feel Oliver pierce through his hole and it was painful at first but he had to adjust to the length of Oliver since it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, “fuck you, I hate you so fucking much!” Felix said before gripping onto the statue for a better position incase there was any need for Oliver to pull out whenever he decided to. 

“Well really.. it’s me that’s fucking you right now isn’t it? Maybe if you kept your big mouth shut then we wouldn’t be in this situation - if it wasn’t for you answering that pointless call with my mother I wouldn’t be fucking teaching you a lesson by having sex with you!” Oliver started to move not giving a care in the world if Felix was ready to not and the things he felt whilst being inside the Catton was amazing, this was the only way the two of them could have sex and by god it was the best he’d ever felt before in his life. 

What was he even feeling when having Oliver practically bulls deep inside of his ass? They were fucking anally as if this was something they’d do everyday since it felt like Felix was already used to having his ass abused by males he would bring home sometimes - maybe that’s why his parents kicked the dude form last summer out because of the way that he was too loud whenever the two had sex. 

After that, Felix needed and drink so he forced Oliver to get out of him so he could drink the bottle he hadn’t touched in what seemed like ages and now - it was time for Felix to almost have a go at Oliver for being so twisted in the head and having sex with someone who clearly didn’t like him at all. “Fucking hell mate… got.. what the fuck is wrong with you Oliver? Leave me the fuck alone”

“We need to talk Felix, seriously” Oliver responded after fixing himself to make it look like he was presentable.

“We can’t.. we just can’t, are you fucking crazy?” 

“You can’t just throw me away like another one of your toys”

“Get the fuck away from me… now”

All of a sudden, Oliver seemed to push Felix hard with all the emotions he had been hiding mixed in with the alcohol consumption made Oliver be portrayed as a violent person when that wasn’t his intent at all. “Ah, fuck” Felix muttered to himself once he got stable again with the image of Oliver’s push being harmful to him. 

“Look, I just gave you what you wanted. Like everyone else does… everyone puts on a show for Felix… so I’m sorry that my performance wasn’t good enough” tears started forming in Oliver’s eyes which was all sort of the act or so he thought. No matter how much went on between them, Oliver had always loved Felix and now all that love was coming off as hate; something that he never wanted Felix to see in all his time in saltburn.

“I think… i think you need to see somebody. You need help, okay? Seriously?”

“No… no I don’t. I just need you to understand how much I fucking love you” Oliver paused for a moment while trying his best not to get upset because saying the words I love you made this moment more depressing then it had to be due to him remembering that the first words Felix ever said to Ollie were I love you and that he was Felix’s hero for lending him his bike due to Felix’s bike not working (with the tire not pumping air in like it was supposed to) and now here they were, Ollie had a tight grip on Felix hoping that now it was all proven to be something stupid done for love. 

“You’re the only friend I’ve ever had Felix… I mean, doesn’t this just prove how much, how much of a good friend I actually am? How well I actually know ya? I’m still the same person, yeah? I’m still the same person”

“I don’t know what you are… but I do know you, you make my fucking blood run cold”

Oliver let go of the grip he had Felix held at, feeling a knot turn in his stomach indicating to him that he was going to be sick or at least pretend to, “wait there a second” as Oliver walked over to the opposite side of the statue and started to gag. He ended up being sick and finished with muttering the words “fuck, ah” before returning to Felix who was taking a sip of the poisoned bottle not knowing that it was filled with cocaine. That was it… Oliver had officially won, and no one was going to find out what happened to Felix because the evidence was going to be planted in Farleigh’s room - the remainder stash’s of cocaine powder to look like him and Felix done too much drugs and that he overdosed himself by accident. 

When he came back to face Felix, he had put down the bottle and wanted to know if Oliver was at least feeling okay after throwing up - “better?” He asked ever so sweetly or he wished to come around as. 

“Fuck you Felix..”

“I think you should go to bed Oliver, you don’t seem too good  and you’ve just thrown up…”

“I don’t care what you think anymore Felix. This is goodbye forever, thank you for letting me stay over at saltburn but my time has come for me to go back home and you know that” and with those final words being said, Oliver walked away for the last time out of the hedgemaze in order for him to go back to his parents in Prescot.

However, Felix felt a bit strange ever since drinking the rest of his drink, like there was something poisonous inside of it but of course he didn’t think none of it was true since he was waiting for his high to come in so that he could wake up like nothing happened, “oh fuck me - I don’t seem to feel so good…”

All of a sudden; Felix’s body dropped to the ground as he felt himself dying on the inside - what made him feel like this? Was finding Oliver’s secret out the cause of this happening to the poor boy? Felix’s eyes were shutting ever so slowly while his chest became pounding up and down relentlessly as he gave up on trying to find a way to save himself from death itself, then… his eyes shut fully and now…

Oliver had killed Felix successfully without his knowledgement of what the boy was doing to him - even with fucking him the last time… all’s Felix knew was that his time was up and there was nothing that he could do to free him from Oliver’s grasps and the power he managed to have over Felix.

“I wasn’t in love with him, I know everyone thought I was but I wasn’t… I loved him of course, it was impossible not to love Felix and that was part of the problem. Everyone loved him…” - Oliver Quick 

#saltburn fic #oliver quick x felix catton fic #oliver quick x felix catton angst #jacob elordi #barry keoghan

[hoosierbi]

man enough to admit that i simply do not have the mental bandwidth to watch mota rn. ive learned not to put myself inside worlds i cannot handle

#all of which is to say: two hbo war shows are enough. im at peace with the amount of white man angst ive witnessed. thank u so much tho <3 #pilot barry keoghan the things we couldve had. maybe one day #wn

[redheadspark]

Barry Keoghan March Prompt 2 please and thank you 💙

A/N - Aww this is adorable! I made this nice and short and cute for you to read, I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!

Hold

Summary - Barry loves holding your hand

Warning - Just fluff :)

“Alright, how does your month look for our holiday?” 

“Looks, good. The awards season is done and I have a solid month open before my next project,”

“Perfect!  And….done, we’re officially going on holiday,”

Barry chuckled as you slammed the Laptop shut in relief, he reached over to lace your fingers together from across the tiny coffee table between the pair of you.  The rest of the shop was mostly deserted, except for a few patrons who were working on their own computers or reading. With the pattering of rain and the sun attempting to push through the storm clouds that were rolling by, you and Barry wanted to hide out in a coffee shop and have some one-on-one time together.  It was one of your favorite coffee shops, you found a spot tucked away from the windows and out of the public eye since Barry was not being recognized out and about.  He loved his stardom, he truly did, but he also loved having time away from set or paparazzi could be your boyfriend.

One of his favorite things to do with you was hold your hand.

Sure it seemed like it was such a simple thing to do, but he loved having your hand in his.  Anytime he could, he would hold your hand and keep it tucked tight.  Walking together shoulder to shoulder, watching a movie together cuddled on the couch, even falling asleep together when he would cuddle you close in his embrace.  Something about having your hand in his, it felt like Ana char for him with how fast things were moving in his life.

“Where are we goin’?” He asked you as you took a long sip from your latte.

“Not going to tell you,” You hummed as an answer, seeing him cock up an eyebrow at you, “As someone who has connections to travel agents, this holiday is going to be amazing for us.  Just be prepared to dress for warmth,”

“Ah, so I need my speedo?” He joked, and you giggled as he grinned from ear to ear.

“You would want to bring your speedo when we go under the sun,” You teased, “But you can’t get a sunburn or else your publicist will kill me,”

“Eh, she won’t do a thing to you,” Barry reassured you as he scooted over to be right next to you, wrapping a spare arm around your shoulders to tuck you in a bit closer next to him.  Your hands were still connected on top of the table, his thumb stroking your skin back and forth along our hand as he spoke again, “She’s a great publicist, but wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I know, that’s why I like her: she's kind but she keeps you in check when you’re away,” You explained, Barry kissing the top of your head.

“You make it seem like I’m a bad boy,” he commented, though he saw you smile as he poked your side, “You think I am, don’t ya?”

“Never said that,” You replied with a laugh as he poked your side again. Barry loved this banter between the pair of you, ever since you met two years ago thanks to a mutual friend who introduced the pair of you at a wrap party from one of his independent films.  Barry instantly liked you, from how you laughed at one of the corny pickup lines another bloke tried on you, to how you were asking him plenty of questions about acting and what method he liked the best.  He could tell you genuinely liked him as a person, not as an actor or a movie star.  He asked you for your number, and you two have been a pair since then.

He was an actor who thrived and craved privacy, especially when it came to his personal life.  He wanted to have his relationship with you as private as possible, not wanting to have public dates or extravagant vacations.  In fact, he was the opposite, wanting to find little tucked-away restaurants to eat at or small getaways with no prying eyes.  He saw now that acting life can tear families and relationships apart, and the one main thing he never wished for was to have his life with you tainted and ruined.  But you never cared, not when you had your own life to deal with and your workload keeping you busy most days.

Still, little by little, you were known as his girlfriend.  Barry taking you to a couple of premiers, dropping your name at interviews and talk shows, even walking with you side by side with the paparazzi catching the image at the right moment.  He could see that you were no wallflower when it came to being in the spotlight from time to time.  Sometimes the gossip columns and tabloids did get to you once or twice, but you were they were lies and not even close to the truth.  

Barry loved having your hand in his when times were tough or when he was too stressed, It brought him inner peace and tranquility.  If he could, he would hold your hand all the time and never let you go.  Sure it seemed possessive, but he didn’t care. Barry cared about you and how you moved him from the inside out.  Even seeing pictures of the two of you holding hands out in public, at a premiere or a party would always put butterflies in his stomach and make his heart swell.  

He never felt like this with any other girlfriend, not for a long time.  

“So, this warm holiday, am I going to be seeing you in a gorgeous swimsuit?” He asked you in a coy tone.

“Maybe, along with some of my favorite books to read and plenty of sunshine for the pair of us to share together,” You explained, “And it’s going to be at least 5 days too, so pack plenty of clothes…or not.”

“Hey!” He snorted, the pair of you laughing at the light antics between you two in your booth. He looked down at your joined hands, feeling the warmth of your palm against his own and your soft hands against his calloused fingers.  He knew he wanted to hold your hand forever and beyond that as well.  

Inwardly, he was glad that you planned this holiday out for the pair of you to enjoy.  He had other plans that he was going to make with you, given the small ring box that he stored away in his dresser drawer back at his flat.  He dreamed of placing a tiny diamond on your finger, for some time actually. 

But you planning the holiday made it just a pinch sweeter.

The End

Spring Prompt Session

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[thefallennightmare]

Broken-fourteen

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/pinterest.

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut, alcoholism, death, slight mention of attempted death, and abusive ex.

Summary: A failed marriage wasn’t in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: Enjoy!

The wind blew softly through the strands of my hair as I stood on the grassy plains of wherever I was, eyes staring off into the distance where if I squinted them hard enough I could see the waves from the small beach that was just past the edge of the cliff I was standing on. My skin pricked with goosebumps as the wind now brushed against the skin of my bare shoulders and I brought my arms closer to my chest for some warmth. The only noise came from the birds in the trees and the faint sounds of the water. There was a soft presence behind me however I didn’t need to look over my shoulder to see who it was. Their eyes burned deep into my back.

“Please don’t say anything,” I begged quietly.

I couldn’t bear hearing the disappointment in their voice.

“Y/N.”

Even though it had been so long since I last heard his voice, it still sounded the same. With a shaky breath, I turned a bit, and when his brown eyes met mine; I choked out a sob.

“Dad,” I cried.

My father smiled brightly at me. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Tears burned in the corners of my eyes and when they landed on the more petite woman beside him, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, the sight of her that made the tears finally fall.

“Mom,” I sobbed running into her arms.

Without hesitation, my mom’s arms wrapped around me in a hug that immediately brought me a sense of warmth and safety. Her fingers stroked through the strands of my hair and I closed my eyes at the familiar soothing action.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I cried into her chest.

My mom let out a deep breath before pulling me away slightly so she could look into my eyes. They were glossy because of the tears.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s alright.”

Her soft voice soothed my sobs until she began speaking again.

“How are you?”

Slowly, I pulled away from her only so I could stare at both of my parents then gave them a shrug. “I’m okay.”

My father crossed his arms, the darkness of the hairs that covered them glinted in the sunlight. “You’ve never hid your feelings from us before, Y/N. Don’t start now.”

My bottom lip trembled as I blew out a shaky breath. They always knew when I was lying or hiding something from them.

“Everything is so fucked up,” I cringed when I saw the stern look from my mother and apologized for the curse.

She never liked it when I swore.

“It’s not fair. You two should be here with me during my relapse. I need my parents,” I cried.

If they were disappointed in me, it didn’t show. No matter what I did growing up, I could never disappoint them. Yes, some of my choices upset them but they were always there to help me deal with it.

Except.

Not right now.

“We’re always with you, sweetheart,” My mom cooed while my dad nodded in agreement.

I shook my head with tears burning at the corners of my eyes. “NO! It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have to bury you two. Not yet, and not alone.”

My father’s strong hand brushed the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. “You weren’t alone.”

When he saw the confusion in my eyes, he continued. “Barry was there. He’s been there with you through everything.”

Anger filled me at the mention of his name.

“I was an idiot for letting him back into my life,” I admitted quietly.

“No,” my mother shook her head. “Whether you want to believe it, Barry is what you need right now.”

I vigorously shook my head. “No. I need you two.”

My parents shared a look before leading me towards the edge of a cliff and as we all sat down, I heard the waves crash below us, way down below us. With my fingers linked through my dad’s, I rested my head against my mom’s shoulder. They let silence fall between us, knowing that I needed this; them.

After a long moment, my mom’s soft voice broke through the quiet.

“You need to stop blaming yourself, Y/N. What happened to your father and I, it wasn’t because of you.”

I sniffled. “But if I was here with you instead of in the States, I could have driven you guys home that night.”

It was my father's eyes that burned deep into me that made me look over at him.

“Why? It rained that night, I could barely see through the storm. The roads were slick, and I lost control,” he said.

My lips parted, unable to say anything. Of course, I knew my parents would never drink and drive. I mentally smacked myself for even believing Nora for a second. She always lied about things like this. Which made me wonder for a split second if she was lying about Barry. But there was also Ian who claimed that Barry said I was an easy fuck.

Tears burned in my eyes but I squeezed them shut, not wanting to cry anymore. My head was throbbing, and I needed a second to think clearly. Everything in the last twenty-four hours had messed with my mind, making it a puddled mess, and now being with my parents again I didn’t want to ruin it because I was fucked up.

“If I wasn’t dealing with the divorce, I could have-.”

The words died on my lips, unsure what I was even trying to say.

I could have what?

Drove them home that night and die as well?

“Maybe if I didn’t relapse, things would be different,” I said.

“How so?” My mom asked.

I thought carefully over my next words. “If I didn’t text Barry the first night back, maybe I could deal with things differently. I think him being around me again made the whole grieving process harder.”

My dad snorted. “It’s not Barry’s fault you relapsed, Y/N. It was your choice to pick up that bottle. To blame him is fucked up.”

Ouch.

His words stung but knew I needed this moment of tough love. With my eyes cast down at my hands, I didn’t need to peer up at my mom to see the look she was giving my dad for him swearing.

“I know,” I sighed. “All I’m saying is that he doesn’t care about me the way I do him, not anymore. I don’t even know why he stayed.”

“You think he doesn’t care about you?” My mom asked.

“I know he doesn’t,” I corrected.

“Right,” she nodded. “If he doesn’t care, then why is he swimming in the ice-cold waters trying to pull your body out?”

My eyes widened, my heart thumping hard in my chest, as I followed her gaze to the waters below. Sure enough, we watched as Barry broke through the harsh waters, dragging my body up with him. Even from this distance, his voice carried up to us.

“I’ve got ya, grá. Don’t let go, please.”

Sobs plowed through my body as we watched Barry carry my body up to the sand, wasting no time and giving me CPR, his hands pressing hard against my chest for a few beats before his lips pressed onto mine, breathing life into me.

“Am I-am I dead?” I asked.

This entire time, I wasn’t sure if this experience with my parents was real or a dream. But I never thought it could be because I died. My parents stayed quiet as my eyes never left Barry down below. He continued to switch between chest compressions and then back to breathing life into me.

Suddenly, lights sparkled behind my eyes as I felt oxygen fill my lungs. My body shook in my parent’s embrace.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

A faint smile graced my mom’s face. “We love you so much, Y/N. Please take care of yourself. You can mourn us but don’t let our death consume you.”

My dad squeezed my hand. “Don’t believe all the lies. You know the truth. Let Barry take care of you.”

My gaze bounced between my parents, their figures slowly fading away from my sight, but not before my mom cupped my cheek.

“Hurtful words mean nothing against us. We rise above them.”

I awoke with a loud gasp; the oxygen filling my lungs, as I sat up hastily looking at my surroundings. Where I thought I would awake on the beach, it surprised me to find myself in a room I hadn’t recognized. Fear dug deep into me as I wondered if everything I had dreamed was in fact, just a dream. Barry never saved me instead someone else had and brought me back to their place. But when my eyes landed on the figure sitting on the chair next to the bed, pillow clutched tightly against his chest, I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding.

When our eyes locked, he made no effort to jump to his feet, only burning his blue iris’ into me. The low scowl on his face was only noticeable because of the orange glow that broke through the curtains covering the window. My chest rose and fell as I did my best to calm my breathing but the longer Barry stared at me with that look, the more I felt myself slinking back down into the unfamiliar bed.

Though, it wasn’t an unfamiliar bed. In fact, I knew this bed and this room. The comforter was exactly the same, the same one I had picked out when we first moved in. The chair that Barry sat in was a gift from my parents. It came from my grandma on my mom’s side and it was one of the few pieces of furniture we had when we moved it. Even if I knew where I was, I still needed to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“Where am I?”

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when I heard how wrecked my voice sounded.

Barry ignored my question by tossing the pillow onto the floor at his feet, resting his elbows on his knees. He let out a long, broken, sigh while running a hand over his face.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he spat through gritted teeth.

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[m0chaminx]

Kinktober Day Seven | "Wishing"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Masturbation

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Porn with no plot, just 200 words of Druig fucking himself

*•.¸♡Paring : Druig x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : With you gone for the week, Druig is left to please himself

*•.¸♡words : 215

Druig bit down on his lip, his fist getting faster as it pumped his cock. He could feel the growing pressure inside of him, the intensity growing with each twitch of his cock, every throb of his nerves. "Ugh," he grunted. He closed his eyes, forcing his eyes shut as he clenched his teeth. Druig could feel his high growing closer and his fist tightened around his hard cock.

He wished you were here, that it was your delicate hands fisting his cock. That you were clenching around him as he fucked himself inside you. Instead, it was left to him to imagine you below him, whining and moaning for him.

Faster and faster he pumped, his rhythm increasing. His breathing came faster, more ragged, and he could feel his orgasm building with each stroke. He stroked and fucked into his fist.

His orgasm hit him like a hard fist to the chest, and he moaned, collapsing back against the pillows He was panting, his skin damp with sweat. He felt as though he had run a marathon or something, and now he was spent.

He clenched his eyes tight as the orgasm crawled through his body. He gasped, and it was a high-pitched noise. His toes curled, and his breath came in deep pants.

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[eternalslover]

YO WRITERS OF TUMBLR

WHERE DID ALL THE ETERNALS CONTENT GO 😭😭😭

PLEASE I NEED MORE OF IT

KINGO, SERSI, MAKKARI, DRUIG ECT

PLEASEE

AND IDEC WHAT YOU WRITE

I.E. FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST, DRABBLES, HEADCANONS, ONESHOTS ECT

I AM LIVING OFF OF CRUMBS AT THE MOMENT

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[ricciardosgirl]

always an angel ,

never a 𝖌𝖔𝖉.

felix river catton.

𝔱𝖍𝔢 𝖌𝔬𝖉.

I.

" he was right. river is quite silly. but i suppose you don't pick your child's name imagining one day you'll think about what it will look like carved on a headstone. choose a font . . "

life after the death of a god.

saltburn spoilers. 🍷

trigger warnings ; mentions of death , slight sexual themes.

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oh felix . . beautiful , beautiful felix. not a day goes by that oilver doesn't think about him. his one true love — his one true lust. he misses him , somewhat. life after felix catton hasn't been the same. it seems like farleigh was right. he's clinging onto that one summer , jacking off to the former feeling.

he just can't help himself.

it's been years since saltburn , and oliver cannot get it out of his mind. that time — that place. the people. felix. oh . . oh felix.

he loved him , hated him , despised him , lusted for him , loved him , loved him , hated him. killed him.

what is he to do now ? sit and rot for years to come? that's what he's been doing. after saltburn everything changed — he thought it would be for the better but it's just for the worst. now he knows how poor dear pamela felt.

he clings onto the final moments with felix , the silence , the sound of felix's breath on his skin. i don't know what you are , but i do know that you make my fucking blood run cold.

farleigh was right. oliver may have just been one of felix's pets but felix was more than that to oliver. oliver was a bashful stray dog that felix adopted , fed , and shaped into the dog he is today. he's rabid , almost as if he's infested with rabies.

he goes feral for the past , always rutting onto his bed sheets like a dog in heat. oh how he wishes thing's could've ended better. in truth , felix didn't have to die. but at that point and time oliver thought it would be for the best. but something within him . . regrets it.

everyone moved on — but he stayed there.

farleigh moved on , back to america he trotted to collect his bearings and move on. he's relatively the same . . just alone. after saltburn he has become unable to get close to anyone. unable to make friends - make love , anything. he's a hallow shell of a man now. farleigh still visits the family grave every year.

meanwhile , oliver does not. oliver sulks alone in his bed most days. sobbing like a rotten child into his bedsheet pretending that felix is there coddling him. oliver cannot move on from that time and place. he thinks about it too much. he thinks about the beautiful venetia , and how it was such a shame how it ended with her. but those words , what she called him - everything. he remembers them all.

oliver has to remind himself most days to do everyday normal human things — he has to remind himself that he's still living in breathing while felix's corpse is well past decomposition. felix is a pile of bones whilst oliver is still breathing. it feels wrong.

oliver wasn't meant for this world , oliver wasn't really meant for anything. he should've just went back to the factory where they made olivers. maybe one day he'll come to terms with what happened that summer.

but as the summers pass on and on , he grows older and older . . things don't change. he's feelings don't change. he truly never grew up after saltburn. deep down he's still that nineteen year old oxford boy.

what is he to do now other than rot alongside his long lost love. he deserves it after all. oliver fucking quick isn't meant for anything but death.

#saltburn #saltburn 2023 #angst #fanfic #felix catton #oilver quick #oilver quick x felix catton #writing #barry keoghan #jacob elordi #farleigh start #archie madekwe #fan fiction #au kinda #i miss them so much #i will not apologize for the person i become when saltburn is out in hd. #saltburn brainrot.

[rossmccallsqueen]

So I had this idea for a series with Mr. Curtis Biddick. It’s going to be very sad. Like max angst. But my intentions are pure. Who would be interested?

#curtis biddick #barry keoghan #masters of the air #mota #angst