#give saltburn to me i can fix her

[scorndotexe]

anyway saltburn should have been written by a fucking nobody freak for other nobody freaks. maybe then we'd get thematically appropriate necrophilia and cannibalism. and people wouldn't walk out of the cinema at something incredibly tame for a psychosexual drama thriller.

[artdcnaldson]

it’s evil art and stepcest o’clock !!!

stanford era art sending patrick videos of himself fucking pat’s stepsister!reader ,, your mom married patrick’s dad ago when all of you were still in high school. it was abrupt to say the least, one day pat walks into his family’s estate for the start of winter break and all of a sudden there’s a girl his age glaring at him in the kitchen. getting close to you was like calming down a feral animal, but eventually you and patrick reached a closeness no one expected. art has always been an extension of patrick, so naturally the three of you became a little trio, especially when you have a little saltburn summer together at one of patrick’s estates before you and art go off to stanford and patrick heads out on tour.

and the thing is, art is more perceptive than either of you give him credit for. he sees the way you two look at each other, the lingering looks and the touches that last a little too long. so he starts testing the waters. he flirts with you, gets closer to you than he needs to when you talk, takes you out on the tennis court early in the morning to “help him practice” so when pat wakes up he sees you coming back inside laughing together. patrick fucking seethes every time, but he refuses to say anything. art even teases him about it when they’re alone, runs a hand up patrick’s thigh and says things like “don’t you wish this was her doing this to you?” and of course patrick caves, admits his wants when art takes his dick down his throat, but he never makes a move. he never crosses the line. so, art starts trying with you, too. he’ll sneak into your room (usually after he’s done with patrick) and touch you slow, pinch your nipples, ghost his fingers over your clit. he never goes too far, just gets you worked up and makes you cum on his fingers. all while whispering, “wouldn’t his fingers feel so good in this little pussy?”

he spends the whole summer working both of you up and still nothing happens, so when you and him are alone at stanford together he decides to push again. selfishly, he knows he’s also doing this for himself. he’d be deluding himself if he said he hadn’t wanted to fuck you from the moment he laid eyes on you. honestly, him keeping himself from doing it every time he dipped his fingers in your wet pussy should win him a fucking medal of honor. now though, now he has you with your chest pinned to the bed, sobbing directly into his shitty phone camera, begging for patrick while you fuck yourself back on his dick. “go on baby, tell pat what you told me,” he pants.

“please- fuck— please come visit pat, want- want you so bad- ‘m sorry i didn’t say! ‘m sorry- ‘m sorry!”

patrick’s never booked a flight faster in his life <33

RAHHH RAHH RAHHHH

Art takes one look at you and Patrick’s sappy, lovebird expressions and your refusal to ever actually fucking do something and he just snaps. He’ll be a good friend, he’ll fix it for Patrick, just like Patrick helped him with so many of his crushes that weren’t going to fucking go anywhere.

Of course you think Art’s hot, you think he’s sweet, and he’s smart, and he gives you all the attention you could want. And the best thing is, your mom isn’t fucking married to his dad. So you don’t mind when he kisses you, when he has you pinned onto your bed and moves his hand under your shirt to play with your tits. His mouth tastes like Patrick’s sometimes, and you always kiss him harder when he does.

And he knows— you know he knows how you feel about Patrick, because he teases you about it, always when he’s got his fingers buried inside of you and you’re right on the brink. Don’t you think Patrick’s fingers would feel so good stretching out your tight little pussy? Don’t you wish he’d just fuck you the way you want? Just pin you down and claim your pussy as his own? Oh, fuck, I can feel you clenching around my fingers, you want him so bad. You want your step brother bullying this little pussy, he’s so mean for keeping his cock from you, huh?

It makes you cum every time, gushing around his fingers, mouth open and pink as you cry out with pretty moans. Art licks inside, kisses you hungry and desperate while you fist his cock in your hand. You always want him to fuck you, but he just tells you not tonight. A good friend wouldn’t fuck their best friend’s crush, would they?

Patrick tries to keep it from Art, but he never can. Art hears him fucking his fist in the shower after you’ve all been at the pool. Listens to the wet sounds of Patrick’s lubed up hand gliding along his dick until he gets frustrated and says, “Art, get over here.” Art takes over with his fist, with his mouth. Almost lets Patrick cum before he pulls away. “Admit you want her first.”

Patrick just covers his face with his arm, groans out a pained, “Art—“ Because he’s killing him. He’s actually fucking killing him. When did the Art he met at the tennis academy, the one who sang in the choir for his grandma’s church and wouldn’t even swear until Patrick goaded him to, become this mean. “She’s my sister.”

Art grins. “Your step sister, who you want to fuck.” Patrick doesn’t get to cum until he admits it. He’s rewarded by Art’s hot, perfect mouth and the rare opportunity to cum down his throat. For being a good sport.

He thinks that’s it, you both accepted it, you’ll both just get it over with and fuck, and hopefully still include him since he was kind enough to encourage it. But you don’t. There’s still sweet longing glances and lingering touches. He walks in on you and Patrick giggling in your room, tossing sour patch kids back and forth and seeing who can catch the most in your mouths. Sits on the bed when you curl up and rest your head in Patrick’s lap, while he pets your hair and lets his fingers trace along your face like a boyfriend would.

You’re so lonely at Stanford. Patrick’s gone to god knows where, playing in low level tournaments, losing and sulking without you to comfort him. He calls you almost every night, and you ask him about if he’s seeing anyone. He just kind of goes quiet and says, “C’mon.” You know how he feels, he knows you feel the same way, and that you’re both horribly, painfully stuck.

You show up to Art’s dorm teary eyed and needing comfort. He misses Patrick too, you know he does. He’s the only one who understands. It’s two in the morning and Art’s all disheveled from sleep as he opens the door. His eyes widen— you’re just wearing one of Pat’s shirts, and jesus, you can’t just walk around a college campus like that. He ushers you in, closes the door behind him.

“I miss Pat,” is all you say, and suddenly your lips are on his and you’re tripping over clothes and bags in the dark room as he guides you onto his bed. He’s a little slow, still waking up, but his hands are warm and feel a little rough like Patrick’s do.

His phone vibrates on the bedside table, but he silences it with the press of a button. “Sorry,” he mumbles, leans forward and kisses you slow and hungry. His tongue moves against yours as he slides a hand into your panties, rubs at your swollen clit so you moan into his mouth.

“You’re so wet,” he groans. You nod, grind down against his fingers. “For me or for Patrick?”

You whine, can’t even look at him. “Both.” It’s shameful to admit it, that you’d been wet the entire time that you and Patrick had been catching up on the phone, that you’d thought about slipping your hands into your panties and touching yourself to his voice. But that was… you couldn’t do that. But Art could help.

He slips your panties down your thighs, eases one finger inside your pussy, then another. He thrusts them slow and deep, brings pretty mewls from your lips. “What do you need, hm?”

“Patrick,” you whine.

He nods, noses along the side of your jaw, and sucks on your throat. “I know, baby. Pat’s not here. You want me to make you feel better? You can pretend I’m him.”

So you do. You beg for it, for Art to fuck you. He knows you’re not just thinking about him, that you’re across an ocean with Patrick just as much as you’re in his bed. So sweet beneath him, crying out for him, for Patrick in equal measure. Moaning about how you want your stepbrother’s cock, about how much you miss Patrick, begging for Art to fuck you harder.

At a hostel in Germany, Patrick just has to listen to it.

[dulcewrites]

ewan in the saltburn trailer is j sooo giving private school filthy rich aemond i love it

AND YES HE NEEDS HIS POC GF

I have been feeling…. less than inspired lately about hotd tbh but hopefully this will spark something. I know no one asked for this lol. This was inspired by Beyoncé’s Upgrade U. Honestly, I don't think Aemond would be much of a loser in a modern setting. He would be far too elusive and people would find him interesting simply based on that. But I am combining/changing some lore here so he is a #loser in this like I am assuming Ewan's character is Saltburn is.

Upgrade You

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x rich!reader (wc: 2k)

Summary: You have always enjoyed having a project to build or fix up and Aemond Targaryen is no different

You flick a spoolie brush over your brows as you finished up your makeup. The lights from your vanity mirror illuminating you as you put the last touches on your face.

"I don't get it," Melanie sighed as she hugged one of your pillows to her chest. She sat crossed legged on your California king bed. "You're like the smartest person I know. Why do you need to be tutored?"

"Everyone can improve themselves, no matter what someone's specialty may be. Remember that."

Melanie nodded enthusiastically. Sweet girl, you think. A little daft at times but nothing some time under your guidance cannot fix.

She tilts her head curiously. "You are pretty dressed up for a library meeting too."

"Another lesson," you fluff your curls then turn from the mirror to her. "Do not let anyone tell you that you are overdressed. Does the library have a dress code?"

Melanie shakes her head slowly.

"So, who is going to tell me to change?"

"... No one?"

"Exactly."

Melanie chews on her lip in thought as if she is taking mental notes in her head. Though she is not wrong you are quite dressed up just to be studying. But your advice was also not wrong; any moment to be noticed should be taken and made the most of. If are to come into contact with any of your peers, why not make the best impression possible. You also do not have in it in you to tell your new pupil about the real reason as to why you were making this little trip. Best move through life with your cards close to your chest as your mother tells you. You can only imagine how wide Melanie's hazel eyes would get if you told her what you had up your sleeve.

Much like how you help the girls around you cultivate their futures, you must look out for your own as well. Your phone dings, and you smile when you check the notification.

Aemond Targaryen.

Archaic, some would say. Sending the feminist movement back 50 years, many could argue. Being realistic is more how you would put it. You have money, sure. Your parents have afforded you all the opportunities they wanted you to have, and for that you are grateful. But you are not naive; this is still very much a man's world. No matter how much money you have, there will be people who will look at you and hate you for having the gall to want more. For having ideas and wanting to express them. For looking the way, you do - for using the way you look against them.

You may not be able to have a seat at the table... but you can have someone build another for you.

Your family may have resources and money. But they do not have 'my father can use company family buy his way into politics; my mom has ancestry that traces back to French royalty' reach.

Luckily for you, there is someone who does have that access.

A little rough around the edges, but nothing some TLC cannot fix. It was one of your best traits: finding the diamonds in the rough and polishing them off so they shine brighter than before.

You go over to your closet and open the double doors. As your eyes search over the different handbags, you call out back to Melanie.

"Watercolor Dior saddle or creme Bottega Jodie?"

"Dior," she calls back.

You check yourself in the mirror before existing the closet.

"Well," you twirl for Melanie. You run hand over your midi turtleneck dress. You knee length boots clanked around as you moved in a circle.

"Perfect," she beams.

She sees you out to your car. With the window rolled down, she waves you off like a mother seeing their child off for kindergarten.

"Happy studying!"

Sweet and simple, just how you like em.

———

You always thought the best thing about Oxford was how it looked in the fall. The leaves begun to change, sprite green to a blend of red, orange, purple, and brown. Made the most picturesque background. But it seemed like how gently the leaves fell from the trees was the only thing that was coming easily.

Maybe it was naivety on your part, but you thought when you showed up in four-inch patent leather Aquazzura heels and literally no books, Aemond would have got the hint. And yet, here you were talking about the components of stockholder’s equity, as if you cared.

"So," you interrupt him mid rant. "Any fun plans for Winter break? I know it is a while away, but everyone is already taking about what they are doing."

He wrinkles his nose, his glasses being pushes up in the process. "Probably just dinner with the family."

Right. The compound. At least that is what the Targaryen main home looks like. You of course needed to your research.

"Well, there is this crazy Christmas that happens before everyone leaves," you shuffle closer to him, and you hope he gets a whiff of your perfume. "Maybe we can go together?"

Aemond snorts and looks down bit sheepishly. "Highly doubt, I am invited."

You fight the urge to sigh wistfully. Cute, smart, wealthy as fuck... and apparently awfully insecure. Everyone throwing the party should be falling at their knees to have him around. But you have since understood during your time at Oxford that many students here do not understand the opportunities in front of them.

If Aemond had any real confidence, he'd say fuck it because he could buy everyone going if he wanted to. They ignore him because he allows them to. And then you realize he is one of those people; the delusional 'I want to get by on my merit not my name' kind of people.

Oh sweet, silly boy.

"That doesn't matter," you wave him off. "Besides, if anyone says anything, you can just say you're with me. Consider it a thank you for doing this for me."

You let your hand slip on his thigh and squeeze slightly.

"Better yet, let's call it a date."

Rhaenyra would think for the amount of money her family has; they would be able to afford stronger liquor. But she has a feeling that it has nothing to do with money, and more about the 'champagne only' rule Alicent liked.

The expansive backyard was decorated impeccably, as it always is for the annual holiday party that they throw. Twinkly lights in the trees, red and green everywhere, and even a frankly nouveau riche ice sculpture. The affair was black tie, and Rhaenyra could feel the eyes of some guess when she showed up in a red fitted suit. Taking small sips from her glass, she looks around the area. She swears the more years go on, the less she recognizes who is invited to things like this.

"Don't tell me step-mommy has put you in timeout."

She rolls her eyes when she hears a familiar voice. Daemon comes to stand next to her, with a small glass in his hand.

"No, you fucker," Rhaenyra then frowns. "Where did you get the scotch?"

"Why do you think I am in timeout?"

Her uncle always found a way around the rules. Rhaenyra blows air out of her cheeks in annoyance. She looks down at her watch; another rule is that they were required to stay at 2 hours. Only 45 minutes has passed since she arrived.

"Heard you are going to the company retreat this year," Daemon downs the rest of the drink and winces at the burning.

"Someone has to represent the family with dad," she shrugs, a small amount of smugness seeping into her tone. "He asked me to go."

"Hmmm," Daemon smirks at her smugness. "You and Aemond."

Rhaenyra blinks confused. "What?"

"Yup," he leans against the wall. "I suppose Viserys found a new muse."

Rhaenyra snorts at his words but then licks her lips nervously. It sounds cruel to think, but it was never something she ever really worried about - her father preferring her siblings over her. At least not something she worried about in her adulthood. Sure, as a girl, newly off the passing of her mother, seeing her father marry a woman only six years her senior rattled her. Aegon being born shortly after only made things more tense. But, and to his own detriment really, Viserys had made sure she came first.

"I did not know Aemond had an interest in the company in the first place."

"He didn't," Daemon's mouth pinches a little. "Not until... recently."

Rhaenyra follows her uncle's gaze out to where Aemond was standing. He always managed to look more grow up than his sibling, more than Helaena and Aegon. A mimicry that Rhaenyra thinks he picked up from his mother, but something seemed different now.

New haircut, no glasses, new suit. Armani? No, Tom Ford. With a Cartier tie clip and sparking cuff links to match. He is surrounded by some of the lawyers that work at the company.

"Looks like university has done him well," Rhaenyra tries to sound as even keeled as possible. "Good for him."

"No," Daemon sounds bored with her strained pleasantries. "That is what pussy does someone who has never got any before."

Rhaenyra blanches. The last thing she wants to think about is her younger brother having sex. She sets her champagne down in disgust.

"Don't be gross."

Daemon huffs before directing his attention towards the other side of the courtyard. His eyes zero in on Alicent, who tosses her auburn hair over her shoulder as she laughs with a young woman. A pretty young woman.

"Only met this semester and managed to get a holiday party invite, and a seat next to mother dearest. She must some charmer."

"You know," Rhaenyra starts. "Not every woman that is around this family is some sort of ruthless social climber."

"Of course, not every woman. Only the smart ones."

She sighs. That was not just pointed at the girl, but at Alicent too. Even though Alicent grew up with an even cushier life than they did. A type of old money that even the Targaryens had to give credence to. Strangely enough, Daemon seemed to take Viserys remarrying worse than Rhaenyra did. Even Rhaenyra over the years has grown to accept the fate that is their blended family. Accepted it enough to be cordial, albeit sometimes still awkward, with Alicent. They have forever been bonded in having to deal with the moods that come with Viserys Targaryen. But Daemon... it seems like he has never forgiven his brother for the act of moving on. He seemed to only grow more jaded since the divorce from Laena.

"How do you even know this?"

"Aemond told Aegon who told Helaena who told Rhaena who told Baela who told me."

Rhaenyra breaks her gaze from the two women. "Keeping tabs on your nephew that you barely speak to?"

Daemon gave her an empty smile. Almost a little cruel like he would crush her like a bug if it would not so pitiful. "You naive little thing. When you figure things out, let me know."

Rhaenyra wants to ask him what he means by that, but Daemon pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against to leave Rhaenyra alone.

Alone was a feeling she was used to. Rhaenyra often found solace in the loneliness that she found herself stuck in. If she did not find comfort in it, it would swallow her whole. Jaw unhinged and bloodthirsty.

Her eyes went back to the where Alicent and the girl were sitting, but Helaena seemed to replace the girl's place to speak with her mother. Instead of getting chummy with Alicent, the mystery woman had gone over to Aemond. Rhaenyra felt a little queasy watching them. Like watching two little dolls or those silly little cake toppers people get. Picture perfect like the stock photos that came in picture frames.

She shook her head at herself with an internal laugh. Here she was picking apart her baby brother's seemingly first real relationship; she was no better than Daemon if she did that. It was she told herself when she watched one of the wives of the company's lawyers come up to the girl and give her kiss on the cheek. Like they were old family friends.

Rhaenyra suddenly finds herself straightening out her jacket and her heels moving across the outdoor area. Might as well introduce herself... as a kind sister figure, of course.

She has a funny feeling she will be seeing this girl around more often.

[lovers-rck]

summary where you and ellie go to a halloween party and end up in a tiny bathroom with an angel and a sick bunny.

theme friends with benefits

hiiiii this is my comeback to writing. i swear. or not. i don't know. im just happy to be back at this !! anyways enjoy

i don't know why but while writing this i pictured the saltburn costume kind of party (just the aesthetic)

☆

it all started like a month ago, in the halloween party.

"is this okay?" she asks, her hands caressing slightly your breasts over the fabric

you chuckle, embarrassed "yes" you see how ellie's face is covered in a blue and violet light "you can take my band if you want"

"sure" she murmurs, her hands grabbing the "prom queen" band and throwing it off to the floor.

the cold tiles of the wall meet your back, the sudden change of temperature making you shiver. handmade costumes dance on the dance floor, fake blood and poor imitations are present in the night.

upstairs, in a tiny and so-well-decorated bathroom you can hear your own breath get heavier as you feel ellie's fingertips play with your covered breast. she leaves wet kisses in your neck, shy but hungry.

ellie can't decide which was the moment when she realized that something was about to happen. later in the week she would think, ¿was when she catch you looking at her lips? ¿or when you "accidentally" touched her ass while dancing to ABBA? and she would think and think so much that her brain will start deteriorating.

but what she knows now is that she is having the time of her life.

"you have such nice tits" ellie's mouth says before she could stop herself

you laugh, a fake spider web in the wall tickling your face "thanks"

ellie nods and lick your neck, her tongue tasting your salty and perfumed skin. you whimper as she continues assaulting your skin, sucking and kissing and sucking again.

your hand grab her head while you think of for how long you been ignorant of your friend's mouth and her abilities.

your eyes catch your reflection in the mirror, a very stylish spiderman suit and a bloody carrie making out in the tiniest bathroom of all times.

"i think i gave you a hickey" ellie says, a thread of saliva dangling as she moves away, her lips shiny "i can't really see with these lights"

"i'm glad you're so committed to your spider costume that you have to bite me" you joke and she rolls her eyes

"i'm spiderman, not a simple spider you idiot"

you roll your eyes at her. it pass a few seconds until you talk again "do you think it will be weird if i kiss you?"

"don't think so" she says, placing the hair behind her ear "no weirder than giving you a hickey"

"yeah but isn't kissing more intimate?"

"only if you make it more intimate" ellie says as she fix your plastic crown "a lot of friends kiss eachothers"

"yeah?"

she nods

"it's just a kiss" she replies "it doesn't have to mean anything"

you nod "right" you lick your own lips "we can be that type of friends"

"yeah, totally" ellie swallows "we can"

so you kiss her. and it's feels warm and wet.

ellie grabs you by the jaw quickly, taking the power. her grip is strong and the moment you moan in her mouth you want to punch yourself in the face.

"you were dying for me to kiss you huh?" she teases you, her breath hits your wet lips as she speaks

you could feel her confident starting to grow "in your dreams"

"i do other things to you in my dreams"

before you could react, ellie's lips are over yours again. your agitated breath echo in between hungry kisses, floating around the curious hands and hot skin.

but when ellie's hands are in the hem of your shirt, you hear a loud knock on the door.

"i"ll be out in a minute" you shout and push ellie away. she lean back against the sink, agitated.

"she's about to throw up!" a girl yells from the other side of the door "open up now!"

you grimace at ellie and she opens the door.

a plastic feathered angel and a playboy bunny quickly interrupt in the bathroom at the same time as the bunny vomits an almost neon green liquid over the toilet.

"let it all out" the angel says to the bunny "i told you you shouldn't accept tyler's drink from fight club"

ellie raises her eyebrows as she admires the scene, you notice how her lips are swollen and her hair is messy.

"are you going to stand there and watch?" the angel says as she holds the bunny's hair "it's not a fucking show"

"jesus" you say

"uh, sorry" ellie mumbles, awkward "goodbye"

the angel's words of encouragement to her bunny-friend become meaningless once you and ellie leave the bathroom. the loud music hits you one more time as you come back to the dance floor where sweaty bodies glow under the neon lights.

[leeofthevoid]

Cold-blooded Beings - Part 5

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: So sorry for taking a month. It's been hard to write for me especially after failing a subject. I'm doing well now though. On a decent break and hoping to update more this week. I want to finish this series and start an Avatar-themed one. :P

Warnings: Strong language, Violence, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Death

Word Count: 2938

|| Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Twisted Kindness

 “You know meeting a guest shouldn’t always be you wearing the most bright colored bralette to get their attention?” Venetia chuckled as she turned her head to you. “And wearing a bikini with just a short skirt to cover up is good?” She tossed back as she glanced at you, sitting on the piano cross-legged. You were both doing this book club thing together when Farleigh and Felix were both busy being boys, and it helps you two catch up on some good fictional boy content.

“You know, I’d kill to get a man like Draco. Sassy, Rich, Totally a bitch.”

“Like Farleigh?” Venetia pointed out with a teasing tone. You gave her a look and slid down to lie on the piano as you held some cheesy romance book you picked up on your way to Saltburn. 

“That’s not a funny joke, Vee. You know I had a crush on him at one point.” Your eyes were similar to those of a child that were robbed of their toy. Venetia found it endearing and stuck her tongue out at you when a voice cut through the air. 

“A crush on who?” Farleigh’s deep voice was a surprise to hear, making you sit up. Venetia smiled at you before her eyes turned to him “A crush on this boy named Timothy from your class?” She wasn’t wrong. You did tell Venetia that you had a slight crush on a guy in one of your classes.

“And I was not informed of this because?” He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms as he looked at you in intrigue. “Well. I’ll tell you when it comes up again.” 

He scoffed before Felix called out for him again. “I guess I have been summoned.” He looked at Venetia and then at you before turning. “Baby, your bikini is showing way more than you want it to.” You smiled at him before slowly looking down and quickly fixing your almost nip-slip and watching his back walk away. 

“Damn. You’re doomed.” Venetia grins and hides behind her book. “What now?”

“He so wants to shag you.” Venetia continued her one-sided enjoyment, watching you process whatever exchange you and Farleigh had while fixing your Bikini top.

Oliver arrived, and he had a glimpse of you and Venetia sitting in the room across the entertainment area. He waved at you and shyly looked at a very interested Venetia before you hopped down the piano and walked behind him while Felix walked inside and sat beside his dad. 

You slid past Elspeth and Pamela, who gave you a wave before you settled next to Farleigh. 

“Lower your excitement. I can taste the desperation from you.” You suppress your smile and grab a chair to sit next to Farleigh. “He’s heeeere! It's a bit pitiful that he looks like a sad puppy, but he’ll settle. Right, Farleigh?”

He looked up from his laptop, looking at you with an unamused look. He never really understood why you were still so obsessed with helping Oliver. He leans on the armrest of his chair while facing you. 

“You’re getting in too deep with this charity thing you’re pulling off. I expect you to be smarter than that, Sweetheart.” He sighed and raised his eyebrows in feigning disappointment that you were always a victim of.

“We talked about this yesterday, Farleigh. Give him a chance, alright?” 

He hummed and looked back down his screen while Elspeth made some commotion over Oliver’s eyes and expressed sympathy in her way. 

You spent the time annoying Farleigh without paying attention. Fixing the undefined curls on his head, playing with the frills of his shirt, and even resting your chin on his shoulder to watch what he was doing on his laptop, which he never really minded. 

It was nice to at least be in the backseat of the limelight after coming back to Saltburn. Your social battery got to recuperate, and the gossip was nice to hear without the obligation of paying attention. 

Oliver looked at you a few times to try and save him from the hogging he had, but you merely waved him off and sat comfortably next to Farleigh. 

Proving Farleigh right was the last thing you wanted to do. He might have been, but at least don’t let him know he was. He leaned on your head a little as he looked at your troubled little face and chuckled. “Eyes here.” You looked away from Oliver and settled back to watch whatever he was doing on his laptop. He lets you see all the latest gossip his friend groups have and starts your own little conversation.

You and Farleigh end up in the shade under the tree beside the pond after slipping away from the sitting area where they bothered Oliver. While you took time to fix his hair again, he reads a book. “This male character is annoying me. He’s so blunt and boring.” 

“Don’t spoil the book for me, idiot.” You hit him lightly on the forehead, happy that he rested his head on your thighs. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and breathed out. “Careful. This face is too priceless to be nicked by your claws.” 

“Well, just read the damn book, Farleigh. Don’t spoil it just because you’re annoyed at some guy.” He’s such a bastard regarding things you want to enjoy, evident by how he is getting back at you for letting Felix invite Oliver to Saltburn.

He put the book down and looked up at you with curious eyes. “You know, you always try to hide what you feel?” You didn’t stop playing with his hair while humming in response. “You’re dumb when it comes to emotions. I’m aware that you’re hiding something about Oliver’s visit.” Silence before he blew some air out. “You’re an open book, Honey.” You breathed in and sighed. He never fucking misses. 

“I like having Oliver here, I really do.” He raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt, “But I felt a chill yesterday. Like some sort of nervousness in my stomach when I was up all night thinking about how I’ll be a good friend to him.” 

There was silence before Farleigh made a disgusted sound. “That’s so fucking gross. You are all aware that Oliver is a grown-ass man, right? He should have seen the death of his dad coming.” 

Farleigh wasn’t mean. He knew in his heart that he only proclaimed the truth. And the truth is, these people only play with a fool’s life to justify their boredom. He loved his cousins dearly, and he loved you as much, but the fact is that you’re all cruel motherfuckers. He saw how you pursed your lips in some sort of turmoil that you only experienced for the first time. 

He loves the good girl façade you put out in the world, but a rich person is just cut from the same damned cloth of privilege. You were in your pretty little white dress without a taint of hard work on that beautiful body of yours while you continued to play with his hair absentmindedly. Yeah, these people just don’t get suffering.

“You think I’m only using Oliver?” Farleigh chuckled before caressing your face so softly. “I think you just fail to see the impact of your actions, baby.” You smile down at him, hands slowly going down to his face, tracing it with your well-polished nails. “I think I know exactly what I’m doing, Farleigh.” 

You slowly bent down, your face inches away from him. Farleigh was aware of how your hair tickled the places it could touch, and yet he said nothing but looked into your eyes. “Getting bold now, are we?” You smirked at Farleigh’s remark and slowly pressed your lips on his. 

An upside-down kiss would have been awkward for any mediocre fellow, but Farleigh knew how to make it work. Your small nibbles and teases were welcomed with low chuckles before you pulled away. His eyebrows shot up in confusion as he followed you with that lustful glint on your face, slowly leaning against the tree. He was quick to prop himself, like a magnet, he closed the distance between the two of you. 

His hands were delicate, of course. The way he caressed your pretty face and slid his other hand on your body. The gentleness made it a lot more hotter and intimate in a way. His kisses were tender, but he also knew when to pull away and witness your desperation by pulling him back in. The soft kisses extended down to your neck, teasingly sucking on the barrier of clothing that would expose your breasts if he pleased. Oh, this ass. He always did love when his sexual accomplice gasped and masked their arousal. You fell into that silly little trap, too. 

Teasingly kneading your breast made you shiver under his touch, and he liked it. He wanted the strained expression you had when you masked the surge of almost pleasure you’re chasing. “Farleigh. I hate waiting.” He smiled up at you before sucking on your collarbones so nicely that a moan escaped quietly. Your complaint did not fall on deaf ears, though. Farleigh placed his hand on your chest, feeling the hardened nipples that he quickly played with between his fingers. 

God, that feels so good. But thank goodness for Venetia. She called out to the two of you from the castle backdoor as she walked towards the tree you sought refuge in. Farleigh pulled himself away from you and smiled. “You lucky lady, I hope you make this up with me soon. This little slow burn you’re giving me physically hurts.” 

You chuckled and hit him on the arm before making yourself a tad bit more presentable for Venetia. She ran up to you and pulled you up excitedly, leaving Farleigh on his own as she led you away from possible ears. 

“At least be a little more discreet, love. Farleigh has been itching for a while, and seeing you both naked was the last thing I wanted to see.” She giggles while hooking an arm around yours. “Oh, shove off, Vee. You’d have to pay to see my body.” 

“You are becoming more daring as the days pass by. Loving it!” Venetia then brought you two to the edge of the pond, but the sun was not as harsh as it had been since you’d gone out. “I’m a little surprised that you’re not inside oogling at Oliver.” 

Venetia smiled and lay down on the grass, her thoughts back to the new boy who had arrived to visit them for the summer. Well…Felix, for the summer. He was so cute and idiotic that she just couldn’t help it. 

“I want Oliver.” She said out of nowhere. You glanced down at her from where you were sitting. The Cattons are weird people that your parents raised you not to be like. They always loved to take and take, yet they did not calculate the consequences of their actions. 

Last year, Venetia and Felix had a few days of strained relationship because of a boy named Eddie. You remember how Farleigh detailed the commotion and the stress Elspeth has gone through when he was thrown out of Saltburn. 

Farleigh sat opposite you as he laid out a decent array of biscuits that the café offered. “I called you here because you have to know a few things that went down when you were gone. Well…A few things that went down last summer.” 

You raised your eyebrows and munched on the goods while nodding for Farleigh to continue his story. “So Venetia and Felix weren’t on perfect terms when he left to go back to school this year because of Venetia. Felix brought another friend to go with him to Saltburn, his name’s Eddie.” 

“Wait, as in Piss Baby Eddie? Annabel told me some stories about that guy. Sounds like a real wuss.” 

Farleigh grinned like he pictured the image of Eddie in his mind. “God, he was cool before the summer. Not until he…Fucked with Venetia.” 

You gasped, quickly covering your mouth to clean up the biscuits. It’s better not to make a scene where people from your friend groups could listen in without your knowledge. Being friends with the Cattons did that for you. “Oh my god, Venetia did coitus with Eddie.” 

Farleigh cringed and threw a raisin at you. “Don’t say coitus, weirdo. And yes, very loudly, very clearly.” He moved closer and lowered his tone, too. “In Felix’s bedroom.” Your jaw dropped in surprise as Farleigh snickered to himself. 

“No, they did not!” 

“Oh yes, they did.” Farleigh was good at lying, but his honest expression and body language gave it away. It was fucking natural, and you cannot believe it. 

“Venetia, do you think messing with Ollie is a good idea? He’s my friend too, do you know? His father just passed away. He’s not some toy.” 

Venetia rolled her eyes at you, slowly fidgeting for something in her pocket. A cigarette which she quickly put in between her lips, lit up. “You’re one to talk.” She jabbed back. You frowned, looking down the pond. 

“It’s just a boy. I won’t do anything to hurt him.” She looked at you, sitting up a little while puffing out smoke. “You’re not Selfish like Felix. Don’t go nuts on me now.” You breathed out and silently focused on your surroundings. You do not want to get into a banter with Venetia right now. 

You sat there until sundown, silently accompanying Venetia as she gossiped about people you will never meet. Quite spectacular how she was still a social butterfly even when she dropped out of college. You made her go back first before you, knowing you needed some peace. 

The trees swayed nicely, and the air was quite chilly. Your clouded thoughts were finally simmering down. Why was it so hard for these Cattons to understand that riches don’t make them invincible? Mother always told you that the consequences of your actions will always come and get you. 

That is how you’ve learned to be kind and careful, no matter what happens. You did have your fair share of troubles, but not as big as sleeping on your brother’s bed with his best friend. That’s so…Embarrassing. 

Tainting…

If Venetia were in your family, Father would have made her kneel hard beans to think about her actions. He’s probably making her recite prayers that you are too traumatized even to utter now that you are older. But then again, whatever you were doing now in university would probably make them do that to you if they knew—especially the things you let Farleigh do, which are not much by his standards. 

Duncan ripped you from your peace, calling out for you to get ready for dinner. He kindly escorted you back to your room to change when he handed you a bag of sweets. You looked at it carefully and gave him a big smile. 

“You remembered? Thank you.” Duncan simply nodded before you caught him off-guard with a hug. He said a curt goodbye and left you to clean up. That man sure remembered you well, especially with the temperature of the water and the scent of peppermint candles in your bathroom. 

You removed your clothes and slowly dipped in the tub, taking your sweet time scrubbing off the dirt and the grime stuck on your skin. It was warm and perfect, enough to sleep in and nap. After a few minutes, you left the tub, put on a comfortable dark red cocktail dress with a low dip on the chest, and did your make-up and hair. 

It crossed your mind that you’ve never really talked to Oliver one-on-one yet, which should not be the case. You are not rude and should be an excellent co-host to your grieving friend. You quickly ran out to the west wing, where their connected rooms were located, knocking gently on the door. 

“Ollie, you in there?” A creak, then timid footsteps can be heard approaching the door. Oliver opened the door wearing a decent button-up and slacks. It was decent enough for a smart casual, but you found it funnily fit him. “May I escort you to the dining area?” You smiled at him with your arms held out for him to hold, mimicking a gentleman waiting for his lady that he gladly accepted with a shy scrunch of his nose. 

“I swear you’ve forgotten me already. I barely got to talk to you when I came.” You lead the way to the dinner area, heels loudly clicking on the floor. “Don’t be too sad. It’s your first night here, and we have the whole summer to enjoy together, you know?”

“I do know. By the way, are my clothes that bad?” You looked at him up and down and shrugged your shoulders. “Not really, no.” He pulled you with that sad look, eyebrows meeting in the middle. “Be honest now. I know you are meticulous in these types of things. Do you think Felix would find it disrespectful?” 

You sighed and gently squeezed his arm. “You should worry a bit more about yourself than how you present. Cut some slack and live a little.” You pulled him to walk again until you finally reached the dining area, where all of the Cattons and Pamela were discussing amongst themselves. 

They cheered when the two of you got there, you taking your place next to Farleigh, who gave you a wink before turning back to listen to Pamela and Elspeth. You quickly fell into conversation with them and enjoyed your dinner together.

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Part 1 - Favourite movies

1) Favourite movies

Saltburn - cinematography is stunning and the symbolic metaphors… wow. It really is easy to edit because the movie is just so damn stunning and has extremely powerful and beautiful shots.

The dark and twisted and sexy themes are right up my alley and I loved the ambiguity of Oliver as a character. He was the Minotaur of the labyrinth and he became king of the castle that placed him there. And we never saw it coming, or at least Felix’s family didn’t.

But Saltburn was always waiting for him, it never belonged to that family anyways. It was always just waiting for its next host.

My favourite vampire movie that doesn’t have any supernatural elements to it. But you could feel the vampire lurking in the shadows, around every corner once he entered Saltburn. He killed all of the other hosts, drank their blood until they run dry.

And it finally belonged to him.

Midsommar - this movie lulls you in with a sense of safety and you fall right into the pit filled with a glowing light that never goes away like the sun in Midsommar.

You feel happy for her in the end, she’s smiling right? You feel like his boyfriend deserved his fate in the end.

Sadly, she’s gone from one manipulator to another. But at least she’s happy. Girl power!1!

Rise of the Guardians - this story takes you away and makes you feel like a kid again when watching. It makes you recall times in your childhood when you wished that Jack Frost could come and give your town a fresh layer of snow so that you could have a snow day off from school. Magic and fantasy will never be lost in my heart, especially when I’m watching this movie <3

(Also always had a crush on Jack Frost tbh)

How to Train your Dragon- feeling like you don’t belong? Like the black sheep of the family ?and then creating a whole new way of living that makes your lives easier? It’s giving neurodivergent people who struggle to survive in a world not built for them, so they create their own worlds or fix things in the one that we have to make it easier for everyone, but especially those with disabilities.

That might just be me though, and the dragons are super cool! I really wish I could ride a dragon. I remember having dreams of riding a white dragon in the sky after I watched the movie when I was younger. I also wish I could have a family like Hiccup and Astrid, to find somewhere that I feel like I belong. I guess I am going to have to create that space, or hopefully find it soon.

Little women - Jo March and this movie has my whole heart and inspired me to write and play and to care about my interests and to look at the world through the lens of a child and have fun whenever I can. I love stepping into this world and to live in the fantasy of what creativity can bring.

Mamma Mia - this movie is my childhood. It’s what started my dreams of travel and having a beautiful relationship with friends and to find the loves of my life. The setting in Greece is stunning, and it makes me yearn to see the blue azure waters in person one day. To see the architecture, to walk among all of the footsteps that make its way across the roads made of stone. I love the soundtrack and no offence to ABBA, I only listen to the Mama Mia version of their songs because the voices from characters in the movies remind me of how much fun they had. I want to have my wedding there, right where Sophie did. I want the dance parties and the breaking out into song and the raunchiness and fun vibes they had. Please send these good vibes to me, universe.

Mamma Mia here we go again - I love watching Donna fall in love with each man, and the music doesn’t hurt either. It’s just an overall fun time, and to see the main trio that I fell in love with as their younger selves and seeing more of that dynamic is so so fun. Also this movie is just so wistful for me and makes me wish I could live in the 70s. The outfits in this movie are so much fun too, and I will be taking inspiration on my next rewatch and go shopping soon.

Portrait of a Lady on Fire - very gay, beautiful striking movie that makes me feel things I can’t put into words. Heartbreaking and yearning that is far too relatable. Love and heartbreak, especially sapphic heartbreak is history repeating itself. I wish to love as strongly and as madly as they do. But please don’t give me the heartbreak, please let me stay with the lover I am given.

La La Land - a beautiful soundtrack, this made me fall back in love with music and lighting design and colour and the movies. I need to create or be in movies as soon as I can. This movie showed the both negative and positive sides of that world, but I still crave to be apart of that world. I need to live and breathe in it. I need to be an actor. Please, it’s all I’ve ever dreamed of when I was younger. I also need to be a musician, to create songs and compose lyrics that will bring others to tears and create an impact through my music like music does to me. I hope the universe is on my side with this one, I think I wouldn’t be able to breathe if I never ended up doing what I wanted. I would never be able to live without music and performance.

Honourable mentions:

Luca

Call me by Your Name

Impractical Magic

The Holiday

Howl’s Moving Castle

Parasite

Totoro

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Secret Life of Walter Mitty

If I could step into movies, I would

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