#this scene is burnt into my brain

[bawbawbridgie]

the 'palace' scene

i have been WAITING to talk about this scene and it has finally come to it. this will be my last post in terms of the changes because i believe i have gone through them all (could be wrong).

instead of writing the whole scene (because that would make this post even longer), i decided to include an audio recording from the current broadway version (Joel Meyers & Erik Christopher Peterson 2024) and the original script. i recommend listening to it while reading the original script before reading the rest of this post.

alrighty, time to go into my thoughts. 

essentially, this scene has gone from a cute little moment between two besties having a lighthearted chat about their feelings for girls, to now a very intimate and quite emotionally vulnerable scene between them. 

removal of love interests: 

rose and scorpius’ dynamic is strictly friendship now with him only asking to be friends in which she still says no. that is a self explanatory change which results in no evidence of scorpius having romantic feelings for her. along with this, polly, another female love interest, is completely removed from this conversation. this takes away pretty much EVERY interaction scorpius has with a female interest in a ‘romantic’ way. 

now with albus; thank god no random mention of the older female professor ew. and no albus getting a girlfriend first. coincidently also removing all the lines referring to him having romantic feelings for female characters. without the statement of liking older women, it removes he emphasis on albus romantically having feeling for delphi in which we know was also changed in the scene with ginny and albus. 

now what does this do to the narrative and perception of these characters? when you remove the female love interests in this situation, it leaves a gap in the story. the gap being who do these characters now actually love?? and since this play is pretty much about ‘love can conquer all’, WHO ELSE ARE THEY MEANT TO PUT THESE FEELINGS OF LOVE ON TO OTHER THAN EACH OTHER???? you cannot deny that all these changes made are for the benefit of this relationship and puts a lot more emphasis on them and what they mean to each other. 

slight word changes: 

“marriage” to “allegiance” again relates to the removal of scorpius’ romantic feelings for female characters, completely taking away this whole part of the plot for him. like all he wants is to form a friendship with rose! platonic friends is what they are now. 

again removing “love” and changing it to “harmony” takes away the romantic feelings and just creates a nice friendship. but i do think its sooooo funny that they changed “love” to “harmony” because THAT would’ve been too far for them. as albus wants that palace with scorpius, having “love” would be confirming that they love each other. that can absolutely not happen. but aren’t they just kinda synonyms or am i stupid. also it wouldn’t be that controversial because they already used “love” as albus’ weakness WITH SCORPIUS IN THAT SCENE soooo… the creatives were just too scared to leave it the same. 

we also have the whole ‘in my head’ but we have gone through it in a previous post (https://www.tumblr.com/bawbawbridgie/748173064391557120/since-you-guys-were-begging-me-to-write-about-it?source=share). 

rose’s line is now changed to “if YOU TWO let it be weird”… WHY WOULD IT BE WEIRD???? firstly, he was only asking to be friends. and secondly, why would it be weird for albus? my boy didn’t do anything? it’s almost as if rose is implying something else? perhaps her finding out that something else is going on between them? mhmmm idk. reminder that rose is quite literally on the stage listening to this whole convo.

THAT line: 

i have so many thoughts on this line and what albus is getting at. is this albus’ way of admitting he has feelings for scorpius? is it albus ‘subtly’ trying to understand how his best friend feels about him by pushing the limits of their friendship and see how he’d react? is he asking him out? is he saying he loves him in his own way as he struggles with feelings? orrrr is it simply albus just asking him if rose, his cousin, is actually the one scorpius, his bestie, wants? this line is definitely up to how you all perceive it. for me, i personally feel it’s albus attempting to address delphi outing him because they never really expand on that moment, as well as attempting to push the boundaries of this friendship to see if scorpius wants more than this as well. 

i also find it amusing that albus says this after scorpius expresses he only wants “harmony” and an “eventual alligence” with rose. like scorpius hasn’t actually shown any romantic interest in rose so this means albus doesn’t even want him talking to her. god he’s obsessed with him. 

rose’s input: 

THANK GOD FOR THE REMOVAL OF “SCORPION KING” COZ HOW DID SHE KNOW???? whatever moving on. her cute little line, “you good albus?” eeeeee i love her new role in this scene. she is just looking out for the happiness of her cousin in which i assume she knows about the two of them being more than besties. fr she is also a big scorbus shipper by the end of the play and we love her for that. 

why tf did the creatives do this?:

ughhhhh i do not know. i guess this was the closest they could get without actually confirming they are together?? idk. i do find it amusing to think about the creatives trying to rewrite this scene and how proud they would’ve been when they created this line. kudos to you jack thorne and john tiffany. but in general with the changes, i have so many thoughts and theories about why/when/how they did this which i would love to dive into but it deserves a whole post dedicated to itself.

but i think at the end of this scene/play, this relationship is open ended like there is no definite answer of what they are and can be interpreted however you’d like. and i genuinely really like this, it’s somehow comforting. one question that i still ask myself (which could be quite problematic but here we go) is: are they actually canon? i have so many thoughts about this and could definitely do a seperate post but put simply… sadly no. PLEASE DONT HATE ME I WANT THEM TO BE CANON BUT I CANNOT 100% SAY THEY ARE!!!! and i have my reasons… but that’s a whole different issue.

although we would all like a CLEAR confession/answer (to get us out of our misery), but they are only 14/15 and finding themselves so who knows, maybe at dinner they worked out what they are but i guess we will never know?? ok bye sorry for all that xx

[bertolts]

“ ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕃𝕦𝕧! 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜! “ Spike • BTVS S7E2

[aka-indulgence]

for the ask game... 🎩 :3c?

Oughhhh my brain…. theres so many vague ones from my childhood that I have to remember… oh, I’ve got one that definitely put me through a wringer of emotions I didn’t understand at the time fjhdkshfd

The Green Death from the first How to Train Your Dragon book!! (Fun fact it was and might still be my favorite book series of all time. I definitely have fond memories of it.) The Green Death also one of the guys that changed my brain chemistry forever (Giant threatening dragon. Giant monster. Oof)

There’s no pictures of him I can find 😭 but there were illustrations in the book. He’s a Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus, and he’s so large you never get a full body illustration of the guy, only his eye, his teeth or a talon… brhhh

For context the Green Death washed up on Berk. The Berkians tried to do a war cry to scare it away but he basically scoffs at it and proceeds to roar the bones out of their skin and they couldn’t figure out what to do. So Hiccup, someone who can speak Dragonese, goes up to talk with him on his own to try to persuade him away with words.

He proceeds to have a really tense chapter where the dragon wakes up from his nap and repeatedly, casually threatens his life, speaking about the different ways he could kill/eat him, his eye is taller than a human,

One scene is when he talks about how he’d go about deboning a human and a giant claw lands on the cliff Hiccup’s standing on.

And then later on through plot reasons the dragon becomes enraged at Hiccup in particular and ignores every other human running away from him to pursue him specifically

Needless to say the chapter where Hiccup talks with the Green Death was kid me’s favorite. I kept rereading it. And I was like “why do I really like this part.” LMAO

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 3: Hank/Markus After the revolution, Markus and Hank are both trying to deal with the new situation they've been handed. Their paths cross.

[swordmaid]

AHHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️src.

[vaya-writes]

The fanfiction shorts will be either be a continuation of Willing Participant, my boyfriend to death fanfic, found on the other blog, or a degrees of lewdity fanfic which will likely be posted to the other blog just due to the nature of the source material.

[cappycodeart]

GO! UNIFIED DEFENSE FORCES!!

A drawing I did a few weeks ago while getting nostalgic for some of the stuff I used to watch. This anime's cute, but it's got so many problems... but I gotta give it credit for being the one that jumpstarted my weeb/magical girl phase in elementary school. I had all the dvds and watched them all repeatedly. And I mean Repeatedly.

bonus silly comic under the cut:

(the defense song they cheerfully sing lives in my brain rent free, except my brain (unfortunately) chants this version I made up where the lyrics fit my late-20's crisis, done in an attempt to make myself feel better, LOL)

[5eraphim]

SCREAMING AND CRYING AND PISSING AND BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL

i was nostalgia lurking around my old circle i used to run with back in 2016 when i made my first yandere themed writing account and- so my old tumblr got terminated so most of my old writing has been lost to the tumblr sands of time (thank GOD) but i actually managed to find one of my ANCIENT posts that was in this style-

and i stg i felt myself lose a solid half year from my life line in that one second

i just- MAAAANN this isn’t gonna make any sense to people who weren’t on fandom tumblr in the mid 2010s i used to see those posts EVERYWHERE, but i forgot all about them and then was reminded I WROTE ONE AND I WANNA FUCKING DIEEEEE

[darkdragon768]

Whenever I'm sad or down I just need to remember

"Disco girl, coming through, that girl is you, oh-oooh-oh, oh-oooh-oh"

and feel immediately ten million times better.

[eruhamster]

writing fanfics is insane bc the entire time im not writing im like 'how come i only have this many comments when i have this many subscriptions and kudos and bookmarks. you motherfuckers. whats the point of writing at all'

and then i start writing and thinking about what im writing and suddenly my only thoughts are like

[cloudeling]

the abysmal quality of wofs canon romances is so much funnier when you compare it to the platonic relationships in the series like. it's very easy to see how close the dod are and the bond between them they read like genuiine best friends/siblings. kinkajou and glory's relationship is built up in a way that feels very real. i think about turtle and moon weekly. there's a Reason qinter is so popular. and then you look at canon romances and it's like wow. tui really was relying on amatonormativity to do All the work for her

[merry-andrews]

Okay so. What's a thing that would make Johnshi go all "hearteyes/weak on the knees/full on gaga brain got short-circuited send help" (even possibly "take me now" if you want to spice things up) about each other?

Hearteyes—when Kenshi puts his hand on Johnny's lower back. He could be doing it without a thought, just passing Johnny or trying to get around him, but it always makes Johnny's heart flutter bc it's such a casual intimacy, you know?

Brain short circuiting—when Kenshi flirts with him! Johnny is the one who's always smooth talking, complimenting and making moves on him left and right, but when Kenshi flirts back? Johnny just stops working, error 404 style. And Kenshi is smug with it too, loves to say his genuine affection out loud while backing Johnny to a wall just to kiss him because there's always a pleasure in rendering the infamous Johnny Cage truly speechless and flustered.

Take me now—Johnny loves watching Kenshi fight because by the elder gods, he is so skilled with his katana. The stance, the footwork, the grip change, Kenshi using his telekinesis to control the sword in air and incorporating Sento's power into the fight? Phewwww, the room is suddenly getting so warm all over or is it just Johnny?

[spabeppi]

the jacuzzi scene has been burnt into my brain, i cant handle it ;;;;

yes, ive watched fallout- and yes, ive fallen for yet another old man w a southern drawl, who also happens to cosplay as a cowboy before tragically turning into an irradiated ghoul asdklfj

[queers-gambit]

Simple, Easy, Effortless

prompt: ( requested ) from across the dance floor, Felix locks eyes with you and is instantly smitten. is it love at first sight? lust? he's determined to know.

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 5.1k+

note: this man is a SLUT but i'm sluttier in theory

warnings: the ducklips in the gif, obviously cursing, sexual tension, "love at first sight", author def uses her own university roommate experiences for inspiration, Lord's name in vain, mention of illicit drug use. REMEMBER: don't run from cops unless with Felix - or absolutely necessary - or you KNOW you can get away.

song featured in the movie and request: Murder on the Dance Floor

Humid. Sweaty. Pulsing. Overpopulated.

All good adjectives to describe your first university party with your roommate, Polly Schwartz. She had already been to loads of parties already, probably more than her actual classes, but being as you were a "scholarship kid", you took your education much more seriously than she did. Perhaps being why you spent your weekends studying, and she spent hers getting drunk, sleeping with randoms constantly, and partying nearly every weekend. You didn't think there was anything wrong with her habts, in fact, you encouraged her to go out most of the time; but after midterms, you were burnt the fuck out and Polly recommended you have a night out with her.

When she needed it, you helped Polly study, and now, it was time for her to return the favor in her own area of expertise. Tonight's party was hosted in an off-campus flat, making you worry about the authorities being phoned, but Polly assured you that nearly the entire complex was composed of Oxford students and there was barely a threat of this party being busted.

The moment you stepped into the humid, sweaty, pulsing, overpopulated flat, a drink was shoved into your hand by a barely-standing boy with a nose ring. He was decently attractive, but the belch he let out made you grimace and follow after Polly. He might've yelled something after your retreating form, but who could tell with the noise level?

"You need to loosen up, bitch! Jesus Christ, you're as stiff as a board, and trust me! No guy is gonna wanna approach you!" She laughed, missing your protest that you didn't care for male attention. "Wait," she gasped, "where'd you get that?"

"Uh, that lad over there," you pointed, blinking in mild shock when she snatched the drink from your hand and poured it out in a dying houseplant.

"I thought you were the brains of us," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Never accept a drink you didn't see being made! That's how you get drugged!"

"I'm not sure how this is supposed to work, Polly, for fuck's sake," you whined, hugging your arms as you gazed around nervously. "Maybe I should just go back to the dorms, this isn't really my scene - "

"Nope, you're staying," she shook her head, leading you by the hand to the kitchen. "Here - hang on, I'll get us something. Farleigh, my love!"

The handsome lad with a head full of fluffed coils turned with a small glare, but softened when he noted Polly's appearance. "There you are! I was wondering when you'd get here, darling!"

She giggled obnoxiously and you understood, this must've been the lad she was seeing on-and-off for the whole semester. "Well, I finally got this one out of the library, so we're a little late for a reason," she laughed, pointing her thumb back at you and making the boy eye you with judgement.

You gave a small wave, and he instantly offered his hand, introducing himself as, "Farleigh." After giving him your name, Polly was insisting you both needed a drink and Farleigh was nodding in agreement. "Here, drinks are this way - but it's self serve."

"Nobody made juice?" Polly pouted, the three of you approaching a decent-sized table that was full of bottles of liquor and mixers.

"Not this time," Farleigh laughed, and you let Polly make your drink because you were busy trying not to get run over by the other party goers.

"Christ Almighty, surely the floors will cave in with this many people?" You frowned when another drunk bumped into you and sloppily apologized.

"Only if we're lucky," Farleigh laughed. He directed at Polly, "Oh, remember Stephen's party? Donovan put a hole through the wall!"

Polly laughed as she handed you a fresh drink and all but ignored you in favor of this boy that was tapping a bit of suspicious powder onto his hand. Your eyes rolled and you turned away from them, slowly stalking around the room and taking in the scene - hating the way your ears felt as if they were bleeding from the terrible music selection.

But after you skulled your drink, you ran into a few classmates from your anthropology class. "Here, you can have this," Chelsea took the drink from Cara, "she's had way too much already."

You figured this exchange was safe enough after seeing Cara taking several gulps; not even noticing her hands were empty because she was dancing to the floor-shaking music in a daze.

"Who're you here with?" Pablo asked, bobbing his head to the beat. "We all came as a group, don't tell me you're alone!?"

"No, no, love, I came with Polly," you shrugged, feeling looser than when you first got there.

"Ew," Pablo rolled his eyes, the other girl snickering.

"Wait, what? What am I missing?" You asked with a small whine.

"Polly Harrington?" He asked, watching you nod. "Yeah, no, your li'l friend's the one who sucked off Professor Lorde."

"What?" You gaped.

"Why do you think she's here?" He gossiped. "Surely, not for her grades."

You just shook your head, "Maybe we shouldn't throw stones, it's rude to speak about others behind their backs."

"Doll face, it's not like it's a secret," Pablo laughed, nodding at your drink. "C'mon, bottoms up, buttercup, we've gotta get you dancing. You look way too cute to be a wallflower all night, c'mon, let's go! Chug! Chug!"

You gingerly took a gulp, but Pablo and Chelsea were encouraging you to just finish it off. When you did, they cheered with pride, laughing when you began giggling, "That's the worst taste! God!"

"Oh, sweetie, we don't drink for the taste, we drink to make us better dancers!" Chelsea beamed. "Want mine?"

"No, no - "

"Down it!"

You shrugged, inhibitions already significantly lowered, and with ease, finished your third drink. "I should get us more!" Pablo laughed.

"You do that, we're gonna dance!" Your friend waved him off, snatching your hand, and leading you to the dance floor. It was hard to distinguish where it was since there was wall-to-wall college kids stuffing the place, but you weaseled your way between people and let the alcohol take control. "Hey! By the way!" Chelsea spoke in your ear, "You look really hot! I adore this skirt!"

"Me? Babe, look at you! Can I borrow this dress?"

"Only if I can borrow those shoes!" She squealed.

You giggled and took her hand, spinning her around before joining together again. When Pablo rejoined, he handed you both a drink before jumping in front of you, throwing his reasonably fat arse back into your crotch - which forced you back onto your girlfriend in a dancing train. You three cheered through your laughter, smacking the lad's bottom playfully as he put his heart and soul into his dance; hands on his knees and hips bouncing.

However, Pablo only pulled away when Farleigh reappeared and stole him away to a darkening corner; only briefly making you wonder where he had left your roommate. You looked at Chelsea, who giggled in your ear, "They've been fucking recently. Pablo's whipped."

"I don't blame him," you mused. Cara had stumbled closer to you two, throwing her skinny arms around your neck and starting on a drunken ramble about how much she loved you - despite only sharing the one class together and knowing each other from a distance. Still, you appreciated the sentiment and let yourself feel loved; taking a sip from the plastic solo cup in hand and swinging your hips to the pulsing beat. In that moment, you just happened to look up, gasping, "There's a stripper pole!?"

"Go get on it!" Cara laughed. "Oh, wait, Felix is on it - oh, shit, Felix!"

"Who?" You asked.

"Felix, you know!? Felix Catton? Felix fucking Catton!" Cara blinked, then offered you an incredulous look and turned to Chelsea. "She doesn't know Felix?"

She waved Cara off, instead explaining to you, "He's that tall lad, in the white button up."

When you looked, Felix happened to glance over and your eyes connected. You were absolutely done for.

"Oh, yeah, she knows Felix now!" Cara giggled loudly. "Go! Go talk to him!" She encouraged, making your eyes bug widely.

"What?" You looked at the two girls, shaking your head, "No, no, I don't even know him!"

"Babes, 75% of the people you see paired up right now didn't know each other before this party!" Cara rolled her pretty eyes. "But hey, if you don't, India definitely will. Girl basically lives on his cock, it's decently pathetic - but just look at him! God took his time with Felix!"

"Oh, are they dating?" You asked innocently, looking back over to the tall boy in a white, linen button up. He grinned at you from the short distance.

"No," Chelsea laughed, seeing the way you two just stared and smiled softly. "Here, finish your drink and let the liquid courage do its job!"

"It's literally my first party," you laughed, "I'm not interested - "

"Oh, fuck off! Everyone's interested in Felix," Cara interrupted. "And I do mean, literally everyone."

"I can understand why," you mused, taking a long pull from your cup. "Cara, that lad, there, has been staring at you," you distracted, her swinging around instantly and thanking you before dancing over to the boy leaning on the wall.

He smirked when she reached him.

"She's a social butterfly," her roommate, Chelsea, giggled. "Do you need a refill?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm okay!"

"Okay, don't go too far - I'll be right back!" She grinned, knowing something you didn't, and disappearing into the thick crowd.

You swallowed another drink before you felt a hand on your waist, making you jump in surprise and turn. Before you towered the object of seemingly everyone's desires: Felix Catton.

"Haven't seen you around before," he spoke in your ear over the music.

"Oh, first timer," you nodded back.

"Doin' all right? Yeah? Havin' fun?"

You agreed, "Yeah, 'course. This your party?"

"No, no, uh," he glanced around the heads of students, "honestly, I'm not really sure who's flat this is."

"Oh, well, I guess as long as it's not damaged, it doesn't matter much, right?"

"Exactly," he smirked, offering his cup to yours. You clinked them together, both taking the obligatory sip, and swaying unconsciously to the music. "Who're you here with?"

"Polly - "

"Oh, Christ, yeah! Yeah, you're, uh, you're her roommate?"

You nodded, "You know her?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Oh," you frowned in discomfort, brows pinched.

"No, no, I just meant, she's popular, innit she? Not that - that she's sucked me off or anything like that!"

You laughed, "Wasn't thinking that, but good to know."

His cheeks flared a bright red, "That was a bit brash of me, wasn't it? Sorry, love, I should know better than to use such vocabulary with a pretty lady."

Your eyes rolled, "This 'pretty lady' has both heard and used much worse vernacular."

Felix slowly grinned, "You want a smoke?"

"Dying for one actually, yeah."

"This way, c'mon," he offered his free hand, and without thinking, you accepted and let the tall, slender lad lead you through the crowd. All of a sudden, you felt as if every eye was on you - watching, stalking, clocking you like predator does prey. You were directed to a balcony, a few lingering smokers standing around.

The moment the glass door slid shut, the music was semi-silenced and you breathed in slight relief. "Christ, 's always this loud?" You asked, leaning on the railing beside your companion while rubbing an ear to relieve the ringing sensation.

"Usually, yeah," he smirked, handing you a cigarette before placing one between his lips.

"You looked real natural on that pole," you teased, leaning in when he flicked a lighter to life.

"Oh, God," he laughed, watching you inhale. "Saw that, did you?"

You hummed, holding the smoke in your lungs, "Kinda hard t'miss. You were really into it."

He shrugged, lighting the end of his own nicotine filled stick. Upon exhale, he eased, "Was a really good song, wasn't it? Easy t'dance to, you know?"

"Hm," you nodded, "actually, I wouldn't know - I don't know half these songs."

"You livin' under a rock, love?"

"No, just with my nose in a book."

"Smart girl, are yah?"

"I would hope so, considering my scholarship."

"Even more impressive," he grinned. "You know Oliver, then? Oliver Quick? He's on scholarship, too."

"No, not quite, us scholarship kids don't all know one another," you shot back with a smirk.

"Fair enough," he agreed, eyeing you up and down. "So, why tonight?"

"Hmm?"

"Why come tonight?"

"Polly thought I could use a little stress relief," you answered, taking a long puff. "Not exactly the way I saw my night going, though."

"How's that?"

"Look at you!" You laughed. "Of all the ladies here, you danced your way over to me? Now you're having a conversation instead of working that pole?"

"I like to think that I just had to introduce myself to the prettiest lass in the whole joint," he flirted.

"And yet," you inhaled, "you've haven't made introductions."

"No? I haven't?" He smirked, watching your head shake. "Apologies, love. I'm Felix, uh, Felix Catton," he offered his hand, and when you shook it, you told him your own full name. "Now that that's outta the way," he took his own inhale, "how's about we go dance?"

"Oh, I might need to finish this drink before all that," you lifted your cup to your lips.

"Nah, I saw you earlier," he chuckled, stomping his cigarette out under his boot. "C'mon, love, not letting you get outta here without at least one dance."

"Surely, India would be a better option?"

He scoffed, "Oh? And how would you know that?"

"Chelsea and Cara might've made mention earlier. I wouldn't want to steal someone's man - girl code, and that shit."

For whatever reason, this made Felix snicker, "No, no, you've got it wrong, India and I are just friends."

"That's what guys say when they're sleeping with their 'friend'."

"Either way, she's not my girl," he smirked. "C'mon, love, one dance. If you're not convinced after that, I'll let yah go - no fuss."

"Oh, well, that doesn't sound remotely creepy," you laughed, dropping your own cigarette and stomping it out. "All right, yeah, one dance."

"Just one."

"A single dance."

"No more, but no less," he smirked, lacing your fingers together when you laid your hand in his. "Deal?"

You nodded, feeling absolutely giddy by his attention. When you reentered the party, it was almost as if it had grown in population, and suddenly, you wanted to be back on the balcony just to breathe. But Felix had a secure hold on you, and after downing the last of your drink, you set the cup on a random end table you passed before taking position on the "dance floor".

What you absolutely did not anticipate was that Felix wasn't the best dancer, but holy shit, did he not care; letting go and having fun. You let the alcohol in your system propel you, and soon, one dance turned into two, and two turned to three. It was like nobody else was there, it was just you and Felix; dancing like fools, letting your hair down, and you actually found yourself enjoying the music that vibrated the entire flat.

The song that played wasn't one you recognized, but the lyrics felt strangely appropriate for your current situation. Though there was no groove to be killed, no moves to steal, and no murdering on this dance floor, there was a whole lotta tension that fueled your movements together.

"Oh, oh, here we go, c'mon!" He laughed, tugging your hand after him to approach the stripper pole the flat's owner had installed. "Go on, love, show me how it's done!"

"Oh, fuck no!" You barked in laughter. "You're the master, let me take notes."

"I'll warn you, once you see my moves up close," he planted a hand on the pole and swung around it once, "you won't be able to resist!"

You waved him on, eyes widening when he danced around the pole as if nobody was watching, but in reality, he had an entire audience. Not that you noticed, you were solely focused on the boy putting on a show for you; both wearing goofy grins. When he got REALLY into it, you had to admit your stomach knotted in attraction when his lips pushed into a slutty pout. Never had you wanted to kiss someone so bad in your life before, but it increased ten fold when he swung around and grabbed onto your waist; effortlessly pushing you onto the pole as he released it.

"C'mon, then!" He beamed, watching you stand for a single awkward moment before figuring, why the hell not?

So, you swung yourself around before shocking Felix to his bloody core by holding the pole and grinding down it - giving a teasing peek at your panties when your legs spread slightly to accommodate your dance moves. His jaw slackened, eyes raked up and down your form, lips pulling in a smirk the longer he watched you go. Your hair flung around, hips gyrated in movements that made his pants tighten, and when he couldn't stand it any longer, he caught you in another swing.

Hips against yours, arms around one another, he danced you back onto the crowded floor; a hand raising to caress the side of your face as if he was mesmerized by all you were, all you are.

It was so simple to lose yourself in his dancing, in his scent, in his aurora. It was so easy to move against him. It was so simple to exist with Felix fucking Catton.

He was intoxicating, making you feel more drunk on him than the alcohol you had ingested. And while the moment felt serious, once you were surrounded by peers again, you melted into a sense of silliness. Any care you had, any worry - it all melted away, it evaporated, got swept under the rug because Felix commandeered your entire attention.

From the side of the room, Cara and Chelsea squealed in excitement for you, high-fiving when they noted India's jealous glare. Farleigh and Pablo even snickered, wondering how long it would take for Felix's charm to get you into bed; a bet being placed between the two lads before taking another bump of cocaine that distracted them for the rest of the time.

On the dance floor, your laughter was genuine and a little loud when he swung you around before dying in your throat when he pulled you in close. Again, the party melted away and it was just you and Felix; his hands on your hips, head bowed to corral you close, his warm brown eyes intense as they flitted between your eyes and lips.

You knew what he wanted, but didn't want to give into temptation yet. Keeping an air of mystery, you smiled coyly and pushed back slightly - but he was yanking you right back in.

When a friend of his came around with a tray full of shots, his arm coiled around your waist tightly to keep you anchored as he accepted the Jell-O concoction. You still buzzed from your earlier drinks and nicotine, bobbing and humming to the song playing, Felix instantly moving with you.

And just like you worried earlier, from deep in the party, someone shouted, "IT'S THE FUZZ! GO! SCATTER!"

"Oh, shit! Oh, my God!" You gasped in worry, the music cutting and students rushing for the exit.

"C'mere, c'mere, 's all right," Felix rushed, pulling you back into a wall to let the stampede rush around you as he planted you in front of him. Your hands held his waist, watching those around you run away, and when you looked up, Felix was already staring at you.

The moment your eyes met, you both snickered in amusement before bursting into full-on laughter. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" You mused, leaning your forehead to his pectoral. "I knew it - of course my first party is busted, hey?"

"Just makes it all the more memorable, yeah?"

"You were doing a pretty good job on your own with that," you met his gaze again - feeling coy and playful.

"Yeah?" He grinned. "Well, I try."

"I think you succeed."

He opened his mouth to respond, caressing your cheek, but someone else shouted, "GO, GO, GO! Felix, c'mon, mate! The fuck you doin'! We gotta go! I can't get another citation!"

"Let's go," he told you instead, lacing your hands together again and joining the last of the stream filtering out of the flat.

"Where're we - "

"This way, trust me," he dodged down a separate hallway, a few others following his lead. Down a flight of stairs, turning down another hall, and you two were bursting into the chilly night air.

The lights of the copper's cars flashed from around the building and you realized you were at the back. Others were rushing from the door, scattering into the night, but Felix just leaned on the brownstone and waited, checking your surroundings.

"What now?" You worried, panting lightly from the rush of adrenaline.

"We go that way," he nodded, "walk slow and calm, we don't know shit about a party. We're just walking back to campus, yeah?"

"Oh, like that'll work," you snickered, but again, laced your hands together. "On your lead, my lord," you joked.

"That make you my lady?"

"Hm, nah," you refused with a smirk, "I don't do well with sharing and you seem to be well liked, aren't yah?"

He hummed, letting go of your hand to toss his arm around your neck, still subtly checking around you for any police officers. Your arm latched around his waist, reaching up to hold the hand dangling from your shoulders. "I might be well liked, but for you, I'd drop everyone," he flirted easily - as if second nature, as if he didn't even have to think about the words that oozed out of that slick mouth.

"Oh, how flattering."

"I would hope so," he breathed, leading you out of the back garden. "Swear, love, never been so caught-up before. Just saw you and had t'come talk - had t'know who you are. I mean, just look at'cha, sweetheart, can you really blame me?"

"That line usually works, does it?"

"More often than not," he laughed, you joining in as you slipped from the back gate.

"HEY! YOU TWO! STOP RIGHT THERE! STOP!"

"Oh, shit," Felix gasped, snatching your hand in an instant as two officers started to clumsily rush towards you two.

"What do we - "

"Run!" He laughed, yanking you after him.

"Felix!"

"HEY! STOP! STOP! COME BACK HERE!"

You couldn't stop laughing as you both sprinted down the street and around an alley, taking three more turns before coming to a panting halt; pausing to listen.

"Hear 'em?" He whispered, keeping you on the inside so he could peer down the alley you had escaped down.

"No...?"

"I don't either," he nodded, glancing down at you and chuckling. "You're fast, you on the track team?"

"Oh, please, you should be fast when running from the law, shouldn't you?"

"Knew I liked you," he barked in humor. "C'mon, love, 's a nice night, innit it?"

"Nice night for what? Breaking laws?"

"Well, yeah, but I meant for a walk," he mused, walking backwards, snagging both your hands in his to pull you off the wall you were hiding behind. "It's a bit of a hike back to campus, might as well make the most of it," he smiled, turning to keep pace beside you with his arm around your waist. "Not every night I get t'walk in the moonlight with a beautiful lass."

You pulled his arm up to your shoulders again, holding his waist comfortably, and being as you weren't familiar with the area, trusting him to lead you back. After a beat, you admitted in a sigh, "You know, tonight wasn't what I expected and yet, it's exactly what I thought."

"Was it better or worse than you could've planned?"

You laughed, "Well, running from the cops wasn't on my bingo card."

"How's it feel? 'T be such a bad girl?"

"You tell me."

Felix laughed, "Ah, love, not my first time, but it's just as exhilarating."

"Jesus," you rolled your eyes in humor. "Not exactly what I wanted to hear, you having other run-ins with officers."

"Oh, you like it!"

"I might," you agreed, stepping onto the sidewalk of a main street. "Oh, shit, oh, my God!" You halted, looking nervous and frantic. "I left Polly! Fuck!"

"Nah, nah, nah, don't worry, love, I saw her leave earlier while we were dancing."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, she left with Johnny."

"Who the fuck is Johnny?"

He grinned, "Yeah, that's it, you're hanging with me from now on. We'll get you aquatinted with your classmates, yeah?"

"Maybe I have no want nor need to know people," you spoke softly. "I'm here for an education, not t’socialize."

"Doesn't hurt though, does it?"

"After tonight? I don't know if you can make that case."

"You seriously telling me you didn't have fun? Oh, sweetheart, that hurts. I'm hurt, honestly," he pouted dramatically, free hand to his heart; glittering gold ring winking at you under the street lamps.

"What's that?" You asked, alcohol making you easily distracted. He glanced at his hand and held it out for you, showing his ring. "What's the design? It's real pretty - didn't think I'd see it on a guy."

He chuckled, "Ah, it's a signet - my family's signet, actually."

"Jesus, I knew it," you groaned. "No way you were just a regular somebody! A bloody signet? What? Related t'the Queen, are yah?"

"No, not exactly," he snorted. "But my father is knighted..."

"Holy shit," you blinked. "What's that like?"

He looked down at you, brows slowly furrowing, "You really wanna know? Most people just, I don't know, kinda assume I'm rich and that's all there is to my life."

You felt a single pang of empathy, smiling up at him, "I really wanna know, Felix. C'mon, what's your family do? Both parents still alive? They still married? Where's home?"

For the entire walk back to campus, you and Felix talked as if old friends. Sure, you were getting to know each other, but it felt as if you'd known one another for ages by how easy it was to talk to him. And he seemed enthralled by your questions; wondering about his life, not just the pretty face he bore. Not just the money to his name. You seemed genuinely curious as to who "Felix Catton" was... Something he hadn't known his entire time at Oxford.

When you got back to your dorm, you felt sad by the idea of parting ways, something that genuinely shocked you. Yet the obscene sounds from behind the thin, wooden door alerted you to Polly and her guest, making you pause and sigh. "Well, that's awkward," you mused, leaning on the opposite wall. "Uh, thanks for walking me back, but I'm just gonna crash in the common room."

"Oh, bollocks to that, love," he shook his head, offering his hand again. "C'mon, you can crash with me."

"Hm, sounds sketchy."

"Oh? How's that?" He laughed.

"We just met!"

"C'mon, sweetheart, it's just a bed t'sleep in. Promise, nothing's gonna happen - even if you beg."

"Oh, what a gentleman," you laughed, much to his amusement. "All right, yeah... If I can borrow something to sleep in? Not entirely comfortable sleepin' in this..."

"I've gotcha," he nodded, leading you from your dorm and to his. Which, to your surprise, was the housing beside your own.

"Oh, Felix, NO!" You gaped when you entered his room. "Oh, darling, no, no, no, what's this?"

"It's not that bad - "

"No, I'm talking that!" You laughed, not phased by the mess, pointing to the Manchester football flag. "Don't tell me - "

"Nah, hey, don't do that, 's my father's team," he chuckled. "It reminds me to watch, gives us something t'talk about..."

You cooed, "Well, that's actually sweet of you. I guess I can let it slide."

"Oh, you're a saint."

He tossed you clean boxers and a tee shirt, letting you change in the adjoining restroom as he quickly changed in the bedroom. When you joined him again, you both got comfortable on the bed, but sleep evaded you... Leading into a long night of chatter, jokes, and establishing friendship that would eventually turn romantic.

But for that night, it was simple. It was easy. It was effortless.

You both crashed around 4 am, and when you woke the following afternoon, your head was on his chest, his arm tight around your waist, and there wasn't a single concern in your heart or head.

"Jesus, fuck," Felix groaned when he woke, tightening his arm to constrict you against his warm body on the teeny, tiny dorm bed. "Ah, Christ, remind me not t'drink again, yeah, love?"

"You and me, both," you grumbled, nestling closer.

He sighed, "Yah hungry?"

"A bit."

"Wanna go t'yours, change, get something t'eat?" He offered, rubbing your waist. "C'mon, my treat."

You lifted your head to check his bedside clock, grunting as you laid back down, "It's past noon."

"So? Stomachs don't open or close."

You let your chin prop on his chest, smiling, "Food sounds nice."

He nodded, eyes once more dancing between yours. "Know, you look real good in my clothes. Might have t'let you keep it."

"Much appreciated, pretty boy. C'mon, food helps with the hangover, doesn't it?"

"Very much," he nodded, reaching for his cigarettes. "Hmm?" He offered.

"Mhm," you accepted, both settling on your backs, but he pulled you in close to light your stick. "You always like this?" You whispered, smoking swirling in the air above you.

"What's that?"

"Charismatic?"

"Ah, if I could turn it off... Well, bein' honest, I wouldn't."

"Oh, shove off," you both laughed lightly at your words, looking up at him. He seemed ethereal in the morning light, and then - it happened. He set his cigarette to an ashtray to free his hand, caressing your cheek and making you go still.

"Would you think less of me if I kiss you?"

"I'd think less if you didn't, I think..."

He smirked and curled over, lips finding yours in a searing, breathtaking kiss that tasted like the previous night's alcohol. Yet he still tasted so pleasantly spicy and unique, making you inhale sharply and hold onto the back of his neck to keep him close. He hummed lightly, tongues swirling like the smoke that still hung in the air, and when he pulled back, again, you both just laughed lightly before he was swooping in for another kiss.

It was like I said... Simple, easy, effortless.

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Saltburn masterlist

[ariascoven]

⟡ PLAYING DANGEROUS

PAIRING : officer!alice wu-gulliver x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : established relationship. female reader. petnames (princess, angel, baby, sweetheart & love). porn without plot. top!alice. use of strap-on. pussy spanking. choking. praising. degradation and name-calling (whore & fuck toy). biting, marking and blood. orgasm denial. hair pulling.

WORD COUNT : 1.9k

A/N : what is it about a woman in uniform that makes me wanna bark? anyway, i do not apologize for anything! i want this woman to do things to me that would get me burnt at the stake 🫡 this was supposed to be posted way earlier but i kept being interrupted while writing and when i was finally done i decided to add an extra scene and make it longer (you're welcome).

MY MASTERLIST

Alice’s name came out of your mouth as a filthy moan while you brought your hand to her hair and pulled on her ponytail harshly. The action pulled a deep groan from her, and the sound made you throb. The rough grip she had on you bruised the sensitive flesh of your hips and made you whine — wether it was due to the pain, the pleasure, or both, you weren't sure. She ducked her head down and licked a thick stripe up your neck as she relentlessly pounded into you, squelching sounds filling the otherwise quiet living room. Your legs, wrapped around Alice’s waist to keep her close, trembled. Eyes fluttered shut and inner walls clenched around the thickness of the strap moving in and out of you. You looked up at the sight hovering above you through half lidded eyes. It felt heavenly and sinful all at once seeing your girlfriend's eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration and sweat dripping down her forehead from the effort of fucking you. You couldn't get enough of it.

The delicious sounds she made with each thrust somehow increased the wetness between your thighs, a light blush dusting your cheeks. No matter how many times you have sex, shyness will always wash over you at how embarrassingly soaked you get for her. However, Alice loved it more than anything. She grinned smugly at the needy whimpers escaping from your lips, hand reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit harshly, making you squeal. The dual stimulation made you see stars. Your hands released her ponytail and reached for the front of her police uniform — she came home in the middle of her shift after you sent her a picture that definitely should not be opened in public, especially at work. Your brain barely had any time to register the fact she was home before she pushed you down onto the couch and straddled you. “I can't believe you went to the station wearing—” Your words were cut off by a high pitched cry when a harsh slap landed on your sensitive cunt.

“Wearing the strap?” She panted with a raised brow, the sound of another slap falling upon your core echoing across the living room. “Well, I planned to surprise my girlfriend when I came home tonight,” her fingers wrapped around your throat and squeezed it. “But an unexpected change of plans happened.” You let out a depraved, filthy moan as she choked you, tipping your head back to allow her further access. “You’re nothing but a whore, aren't you?” Her voice is sultry, slightly breathless, and the degrading words made you clench around her. A part of you wished she could feel it — feel the effect she has on you, all of it. “You just love when I choke you, hm? Love when I spank this pretty pussy,” you proved her point when your eyes rolled back into your head when she gave you another slap. “Love when I fuck you hard, don't you, princess?” You were completely cock-drunk, unable to form any coherent thoughts. She hummed in approval when you nodded in agreement, so weak you barely moved. “Such a perfect fuck toy. You're doing so well for me, angel.”

The mix of degradation and praise that dripped from her lips drove you insane every single time, you loved it more than words could describe. The grip of your legs around her waist tightened as your hands shifted to her back. She groaned, feeling the way your hands slid down, scratching her. The fabric of her shirt was no obstacle for your long nails, which left a crimson trail behind. She loved it when you marked her, but she loved marking you even more. Your heart thumped against your chest as you noticed the look in her eyes — you’ve seen it multiple times. Pure possessiveness. You knew what was going through her head even without any words being exchanged. “Alice, please…” you begged her, voice restrained as you found it difficult to speak with her hand around your neck so tightly. She raised an eyebrow as she waited for you to complete your sentence, but the grin on her face told you she knew exactly what you wanted, she just wanted to hear you say it. “Bite me.”

You let out a sigh when she released the grip on your neck, shivers running down your spine when her fingertips trailed along the red finger marks on the sensitive skin, her breath fanning across your face as she leaned down. “You look so gorgeous like this, baby,” she kissed you tenderly, a wild contrast from the way her cock drove into you and seemingly stole your breath with each hard thrust. “Marked up, all mine.” She muttered against your lips as she broke the kiss. Her eyes scanned you as if memorizing your features — the blissful and needy expression on your face. She started nipping on your neck, hands still squeezing the curve of your hips painfully. Your eyes snapped shut, mouth falling open in a silent moan when she sank her teeth into you. The whole situation made you feel dizzy and weak; the moans you let out were a sign you were getting close. “You don't get to cum yet, love.” You opened your mouth in a failed attempt to protest, but the words caught in your throat the moment she bit down on you even harder — so hard you felt blood dripping down your neck and making your head spin.

“God, every little part of you tastes like heaven,” she groaned, licking the droplets of blood that fell from the wound she made. “Even your blood.” You never expected to like pain this much, but something about Alice made you crave it. You craved her hands on you, roughly grabbing and squeezing in all the right places. It was like a drug, and you were addicted. Knuckles turned white due to the force you held onto her shirt with, body undulating as you neared the edge. You wanted to cum — desperately needed to cum. And here come the tears, prickling in the corner of your eyes at the feeling of Alice being so deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again at the same time she licked the teeth marks on your neck to soothe the pain just to attack the sensitive, sore flesh once more. She kept going and going until she felt satisfied with her work, pulling back with a proud grin on her face to stare at the masterpiece she made — your neck was a red mess, courtesy of her mouth and your own blood, decorated with teeth marks and hickeys. When she noticed the tears streaming down your face, her expression softened ever-so-slightly.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” Her voice softened as she asked the question, bringing a hand to wipe your tears away. You continued crying in frustration as you nodded frantically, a pathetic sob coming out of you. “Soon.” You whimpered in frustration at how she denied your pleasure and pulled out of you. “On your fours for me, princess.” With shaky hands, you turned over, struggling a bit to get on your fours on top of the small couch. Alice held onto your hips once more, pulling you close. The way she slowly dragged her cock along your slit and tapped it against your swollen clit elicited a loud moan from you as you pushed back against her. She was teasing you, fingers sliding through your soaked folds and gathering your wetness. Your mouth opened almost on its own when she tapped her fingers against your bottom lip. “Good girl.” She praised, breathing out as you wrapped your lips around her digits. You groaned when you tasted yourself, tongue swirling around her. A whine fell from your lips as she pulled away with a satisfying pop, a pout forming on your lips. She chuckled, giving your ass a light squeeze. “You're a baby.”

Before you could even contemplate clapping back with a snarky response, she was inside you again, and somehow even faster than before. You held onto the couch for dear life, your body swayed with every thrust. “God, yes…” you slurred out, your ass earning another light squeeze. Your knees were struggling to hold you up, your body weakening more and more within every second that passed. You knew you wouldn't last long, even if you tried. When you peeked over your shoulder, a pout formed on your face at the sight you were greeted with — Alice, with that devilish grin of hers. She knew she was driving you crazy, and she enjoyed every second of your torture. She enjoyed watching you get all pathetic for her. You turned your head again, squealing in surprise when she grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. “Don't look away from me, baby. Watch me while I fuck you.” Your apology came out as a whisper, a groan escaping your lips when she released you. You turned your head and your gaze met hers. God, she did look amazing while she fucked you. Your eyes darted down to her uniform, something about it just made you incredibly hot. You bit your lip and she cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you like my uniform so much, hm?” You look back at her. “Or, what? You thought I wouldn't notice?”

How could she tease you at a moment like this? It drove you insane — in the good way and the bad way all at once. Your eyes rolled back in response to a particularly deep thrust. You tried to speak, but only incoherent blabber left your lips. “Now, cum for me, angel. Cum all over my cock.” Her voice took on a breathy tone as her hips stuttered. She leaned forward, her chest glued against your back. She rubbed her nose against your cheek in an affectionate gesture as she stopped squeezing your hips and started rubbing them instead, urging you on. A moan bordering on pornographic escaped deep within your chest as she gave you permission. A sinful chain of ‘Alice’s and ‘fuck’s left your mouth as your vision turned white, body convulsing as you rode the waves of pleasure that washed over you. She peppered soft, gentle kisses all over your face, tear-stained and flushed, as she fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Good girl. You take my cock so well.” She praised as she slowed down the pace. You looked so fucked-out, she loved it.

It was only when you let out an exhale of relief that she stopped moving. However, she kept the cock buried inside you as she refused to pull out just yet; she enjoyed the closeness too much, the intimacy of the moment made her stomach flutter. “You’re… a fucking tease,” you gasped out, giving her a tired smile as your body slumped down onto the couch, completely spent. “And mean.” She carefully pulled out and turned you around to lay on your back. She leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips while her fingers caressed your hair. You let out a weak giggle. Alice did too. You enjoyed the sound of each other’s laughter as you rubbed your noses together, the sweet gesture being almost a post-sex ritual for you two. “I'm not mean.” She defended herself softly, kissing the tip of your nose before pulling herself off you. “But I gotta get back to work now.” You gave her a look and she shook her head with a chuckle.

“Don't worry, I'll have you on your knees all pretty for me when I come back tonight, love.”

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“What the bloody hell are you doing?” asked Draco.

Granger collapsed out of the horrid tangle and found her knees. “Yoga. What the bloody hell are you doing?”

Draco had seen this mysterious term on Granger’s schedule. “That’s yoga? What kind of self-inflicted martyrdom–?”

Now that he had ascertained that there was no immediate threat, Draco could take in the scene. There were candles flickering in a corner and soft music was playing. Granger was outfitted in those ridiculously form-fitting Muggle clothes, khaki green this time. Her hair was pulled into a French braid, thick as Draco’s wrist.

Granger was looking at him like he was an absolute bellend. “I was trying a Taraksvasana–”

“A what?”

“A scorpion handstand – I’ve been working towards it for weeks, and I almost had it, until you came in like a bolt from the blue and frightened me out of my wits!”

Draco was feeling increasingly foolish. He pulled his cloak closed to cover his pyjamas. There was little he could do about his bare feet. “What, pray, is the point of yoga?”

“Flexibility. Strength. Balance. Finding serenity.”

Draco eyed Granger with cynicism at the last bit. “Have you found it?”

“No,” said Granger. She got to her feet with evident irritation. “Kindly recalibrate your ring so you only show up in a real crisis.”

She flicked the Elektik lights on. Her cheeks were flushed. A trickle of perspiration was running down her neck. Her chest still heaved from her exertion. Draco could smell salt, female sweat, and the burnt wick of a candle.

His idiot brain took this image and immediately created several new neural pathways that had never existed previously, connecting the idea of Granger with the concept of sexy.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 6: Finding Serenity, by @isthisselfcare

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