#jacob elordi headcanons

[justjacob-elordi]

autumn boyfriend jacob elordi

[kiankiwi]

What would Jacob be like as a dad? I love him sm :(

FINALY SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT JACOB!

I'm gonna do hc's because I miss writing actual fics!

from the moment he finds out your pregnant, he's understandably scared bc DUH but he's also OVER THE MOON

he's constantly talking to the bubba and rubbing your belly (with your permission because he knows you might not always want to be touched bc of how much your body is changing)

Whenever we go to the store for ANYTHING, he has to take a detour to the baby section to grab the bubba a "present" and even if we're like "baby, we don't need to get all this" he gives us his famous puppy dog eyes that ALWAYS works on us and he KNOWS it does so he abuses that power whenever he can

He is SO grumpy whenever he can't make it to a sonogram appointment due to scheduling and filming and stuff so we make sure we're allowed to FT him during the appointments so he can still be "there"

I picture him being on the saltburn set during the anatomy scan (I don't see us doing a gender reveal party, we just find out at the appointment because jacob is so excited and can't wait) and when he finds out it's a girl (he's so girl dad coded) HE DOES THE NATE SCREAM (BUT IN A GOOD WAY) and he just walks around a bit screaming and cheering and we're like "don't make me laugh! I'm gonna pee! don't make me laugh!"

And because he's so excited, he goes to the store on the way home and buys ALL the cutest girly onesies and we have cupcakes in celebration

I feel like he'd LOVE old-timey names like Theodore, Arthur, Elanor, all the grandma/grandpa names lol

He turns into handyman Jacob and keeps the nursery a surprise from us and he does the whole thing himself so that we don't have to worry about it

That's the thing about Jacob as a dad, if he can do something to help us or take something off our plate so we don't get stressed out, he does it! Even when baby is born

Throughout our entire pregnancy, Jacob was reading all the books and researching all the things including how to help during labor and when we finally go into labor, he's a SUPERDAD. He distracts us, he asks us all the right questions and holds us and when it gets way too intense, he puts his face close to ours so the only thing we can focus on is his face

We're DEFINITELY scared to give birth because Jacob is a gentle giant and we're so scared to give birth to a baby giant ... spoiler alert, we're okay

JACOB IS SOBBING once bubba is born and is torn between focusing on us or the bubba

I feel like Jacob during our labor throws up from anxiety a few times because he's trying so hard not to show it but he's sooooo anxious

He takes ALL the nighttime feeds and changes and stuff, he calms the baby down whenever we need a shower or a nap, ANYTHING he can do to help us, takes bubba on walks while we go to the store and he gets us coffee and flowers and a card and stuff

He's basically the greatest dad

IMAGINE him babywearing that tiny bubba.... such a big boy and a tiny bubba napping on his chest while we do chores

God this was so fun! I hope you enjoyed. <3

PLEASE send me more Jacob dad thoughts !!!

@mooodyblue @arianatheangel-girl

[ghostgirl101]

Oliver Quick Being Obsessed With You Would Include...

A/N: Watched this recently and got too many ideas because it's what I do 😀 if you've got any requests for the Saltburn crew then drop them in my inbox and I'll get round to them. Have fun reading- just know that there are obviously spoilers for the Saltburn movie here, so if you haven't watched it, zip to the cinema and come back 😎 or don't.

☓• It's hard to know where to start with Oliver... all I can say is that once you're in his sights, you're never getting out of them. Big never. Even if he has to wait years to get what he wants, he'll wait, and he will get it. And of course, the it we're talking about here is lucky you. So lucky you 🙃

☓• Say goodbye to your close friends and possibly your family if they're taking up too much of your time or happen to see through his harmless, quiet, normal act to something a lot darker and obsessive tainting his pure blue eyes every time they latch onto you. No one's managed to get in his way yet, and it stays that way.

☓• The first unknowing encounter with Oliver must have been somewhere around Oxford Uni, where you all go to and study. Maybe in the library, outside talking to friends - doing practically anything and making it look amazing and beautiful and something to be wanted above anything. He watches you a lot, a lot a lot, before you bump into each other, because the meeting has to be perfectly natural and it's his only chance to start things off on the right foot.

☓• Coincidences happen a lot and no one can be called out on them, because nothing seems to be wrong yet. You'll end up spending the majority of your time with him, maybe even without realising, whilst he finds out ways to know more about you and get closer to you. Oliver's not so good when it comes to talking about himself, telling you with one of his awkward but earnest half-smiles that he's not half as interesting, and so the conversation ends up steering back to you. From family life to friends, growing up, hobbies, favourite colour, tell him anything and everything. Because he won't forget a single thing.

☓• He's easy with where you want to go to hang out too, so long as he's there. You could just be talking with your friends in the nearby pub or at a party where the invite was extended to him as he's with you, or studying together at the library. Ignore the weird looks from Michael.

☓• But what Oliver prefers above all that is just being together and alone, maybe in your dorm room, or just out somewhere at a park or at the bridge, sitting and talking, opening yourself up more and more to him. This boy is an incredible listener. If your voice trails off when you become self-conscious of how much you're rambling, all you'll get in response is Oliver blinking out of his trance and giving you a calm smile and a shrug. "No, it's fine, I don't mind. Carry on."

☓• Number one supporter, naturally. Oliver tries to be the best friend and more, so hard, with you. He'll be anything you want and need him to be without you even having to mention it. Whatever club or team you're on, he'll give you a little wave and small grin from the sidelines... take a few pictures when you're not looking. For safekeeping.

☓• It can get more than a little frustrating for him when you're distracted by your other 'friends' at Oxford, even if it's something as small as looking over essay answers and revision notes with Farleigh. There's always a back-and-forth thing happening between those two, and so when Farleigh starts becoming friendly with you and outrightly mocking with Oliver, to you, all that will happen is Oliver giving him an unblinking, blank look that looks a touch too cold and repressive, before he ignores him. And that's all you'll ever know about it.

☓• If you happen to stick up for Oliver when someone brings up how different and odd he is, a bit awkward to talk to and a cheapskate or whatever, he'll never get over it. You stuck up for him. That just proves that he was right about you, from the second his dark gaze latched onto your unknowing self just a few weeks ago. He was right. You're... perfect.

☓• There's so much good about Oliver, that if you ever hear anything different, it's hard to actually believe it. It's just Farleigh causing trouble, or gossip that has gotten out of hand again, not actual hints of something deeper bubbling beneath the surface. Oliver would never watch you outside your dorm room at night, what are they on about? And when Oliver hears of them too, or gets the worries out of you when he instantly notices that something's up, he'll act as effortlessly, convincingly confused as you are. If there's the slightest bit of proof in the accusation, he'll cover it up with a flawless explanation that swerves away from him and onto someone else within a second, while still seeming without grudges towards anyone. "You shouldn't listen to them, they're just trying to get in your head. Or maybe they want you for themself or something. I mean, I can understand that. Completely."

☓• You will eventually notice just how clingy Oliver can get when he seems to be everywhere around you, and you might be looking for a moment to yourself. If you gently bring it up, he'll reluctantly go on the promise that you'll text him back, which gives him time to change tactics. He will go as far as saying someone in his family died, or as small as admitting that the isolation from everyone who is so different to him in this place makes him feel a bit broken up. Maybe he should leave? And you, being you, encourage him to stay on and hang out with you and your friends, and boom, his back in.

☓• It's so easy for Oliver to subtly manipulate his surroundings and its people. Everyone, except for you. With you, the manipulation comes in seemingly natural events, nothing too forward. Because what he likes the most is you coming to him with whatever, problems, thoughts, feelings. Then he's done his job, and everything else that will build up a beautiful, beautiful relationship, will slip into place for him.

☓• Again, everything has to be perfect, and it will be. Maybe your first kiss with him is on your birthday, or out somewhere nice as a treat with some other rich friends. Or it's just you two having a movie marathon or pulling an all-nighter. Every time, he'll inch closer with little sweet, honest lines spoken in a calm, low tone, his eyes locked with yours and scarcely blinking. "Do you know how loveable you are?" "I think that your smile is something to live for." "I never want to be without you."

☓• Oliver will edge closer and closer, holding hands, brushing your hair back from your face when you're reading with a tender touch, meeting your eye and not letting go until you smile in bashful amusement and look away. He'll meet you outside all your classes and bring you your favourite drinks and study notes that he got from his work, so that you never fail an exam. Oliver's a lifesaver, one of your closest friends, someone who's always there for you to be whatever you need whenever you need. A great comforter, supporter, study buddy, moral support, you name it. He created and adapted himself to be boyfriend material especially for you, and so it happens, and he's won, like he knew he did the second he saw you. Now he can be as clingy and overly affectionate and outwardly obsessive as he wants, all day, all night, tirelessly. And don't think he won't.

☓• Straight-up, he's a starer. And I mean starer when you think you're alone in your room, starer when you were with a fling or someone you might have been interested in before... before Oliver worked his magic behind the scenes. Now it's a lot easier to, when you're in a relationship, because he can pass off his staring as something romantic, which it kind of is, without the dangerous obsessiveness lacing it. You'll look up from your phone or wake up in the night to see Oliver's eyes on you in wonder and something else you can't quite place, before you smile and ask him what it is. It's always the same answer with the same soft, adoring smirk that manages to make your cheeks flush with colour and smile back. It's not 'nothing.' It's always, just, "You."

☓• Once he's got things how he wanted them, if anything tries to ruin it, they will have literal hell to pay. He did not come this far for nothing. It's an agonising process of waiting and being patient so he wouldn't scare you off, getting gradually and naturally closer to this point. So whether it's Farleigh telling his tales or playing off his tricks, or someone else pointing out the unobvious obvious, good luck to them, because one of his special coincidences will fall right onto their heads.

☓• And if, by a twisted turn of events, you walk into one of Oliver's schemes, and see flecks of his true, darker self and violent, delusional side unearthed from his usually calm and easy way, he'll beg you with racking tears and heaving breaths and literal vomit to stay. He'll do anything, just as he has been doing anything, for you. What he's saying and doing is suddenly terrifying, and whether or not you want to accept him as freely is your choice, but if not, Oliver won't go away. He'll wait some more if you manage to escape his grasp this time. See you in a few years as an adult, maybe. When you're vulnerable in different ways and water's gone under the bridge. He'll slip right back into your life like he was always meant to be there, with his earnest, devoting praise and comfort and support, and that's Oliver Quick's life come back together yet again, with you lost at its centre. Trapped.

[veryberryjelly]

bookshop and cafe date with jason todd &lt;3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

someone headcanoned that jacob elordi is jason todd and i can't get it out of my head .!!.

models in this moodpboard are not any depiction of s/o, just the aesthetic of the photos

[aniharas]

𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥!𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘩.𝘤.'𝘴 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦)

pairing: obsessed!down bad!felix catton x fem!reader

summary: felix's lack of control over his deep feelings for you, his revisions partner, begins to spiral him into a sick and twisted sense of keeping you as his.

warnings: explicit language, sexual tension & content, themes of purity and corruption, use of cigarettes and alcohol

wc: 2.1k+

Maybe Felix Catton wasn’t the mindless pretty boy at Oxford like everyone had chalked him up to be. Maybe he was, at least until he saw you.

At first, he wasn’t exactly the most excited when he found out his revisions partner was you, a scholarship girl. A first-class student. Always buried in textbooks nonstop, always holed up with nerdy little books doing your nerdy little homework. He never found people like you any fun, so he braced himself for a snoozefest as you plopped down into the armchair beside him.

But Felix couldn’t have ever been more wrong about the pureness that was you. Sickly sweet, serene you. Skin tantalizingly covered by whatever shoddy arrangements Oxfam provided. Black-rimmed glasses with a prescription so high, it made your bambi-like eyes bulge out of your head. Voice so sugary, he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. You were a prude by all means, but you made it look so damn good. God forbid the tutor asked him anything about your essay, it was fuck all in his brain. And god forbid anyone asked him to make sense of what he felt for you.

And so he eagerly showed up to each revision. It started with the simplest of gestures. Holding the door open for you, carrying your books. He noticed you always walked home alone after each session at night, so he took it upon himself to escort you back to your dorm safely. 

And then it was gifts. Things that he could nonchalantly pass off as having extra of. Packaged sweets from the dining hall, an extra No. 2 pencil. He even tried to offer you a cigarette as the two of you strolled across campus. Of course, being the modest girl you were, you refused. He was glad that you did. You were responsible, you were good. He loved that about you.

But it wasn’t enough. Those brief, one-hour sessions were far from enough. Being the workaholic you were, you were hard to find around campus; that bit irked him. The whole “girl” thing was second-nature to him. They came to him in swarms, in fact. Why were you never there? That was fine with him, he liked the chase. He’d find a way.

“Tutor you? Felix, I think you’re doing fine–” “Codswallop, and you know it. You, on the other hand…you’re exceptional.” “I don’t think I’m exactly qualified enough-” “I do.”

And these newfound tutoring sessions were far better than what he had been getting. He never thought he’d look forward to being in a tutorial for hours in a stiff library chair, but the very thought consumed his waking days. Because it was you, dressed in your hand-me-down school jumper, brows adorably furrowed as you hastily scribbled notes across the margins of his essays. He wasn’t exactly the best at writing, but he occasionally found himself misspelling words just to see you get irritated with him. 

“Sometimes it slips my mind that you’re a rich kid. Until I remember we’re at Oxford and this is what you wrote,” you had said one time. Had it been from anyone else, he would’ve blown a fuse. But it was you, who always snuck in bites of your Crunchie between each sentence. You were so genuine, so oblivious to the world around you. He could never be upset with you.

Which is why he felt responsible for you. But how could he protect you when you were so elusive? He considered himself blessed if he found you at King’s Arms on the weekends, or anywhere at all. And blessed he was, on a Friday night, just before Oxford let out for the holidays.

It was you, accompanied by your trashy roommates. “Come on, just once before you go home,” they had whined as they pushed you through the doors. Upon this rare sighting, Felix decided that the story he was entertaining his table with was pointless, ceasing his conversation. It was like he was in a trance, the way he stood from his seat and gravitated toward you. Wordlessly, he plucked you away from your roommates. He figured you were better off with him.

It was clear that you weren’t used to any sort of bar culture, and while he found that endearing, he made sure to look over you. He booted a girl from his group just so he could seat you next to him, all while making sure you didn’t see the nasty glare she gave you. 

Assigning himself as your drink-sitter, he carefully scrutinized whatever you ended up drinking. Any strong liquors that came your way were quickly confiscated, much to Farleigh’s disdain (although he was placated once the extra shots were passed along to him). All you had to your name was a modest mug of beer, which you sipped at tentatively as you tried to make sense of the conversation around you.

You had gotten through one beer, though you were struggling about halfway through your refill. Despite that, Felix was in awe of you. The whining as he took the cup away, the mindlessly giggling at a joke one of the girls told, the fidgeting with the hem of your jumper. How could someone make drinking look so innocent? 

“My face is hot.” “You’ve got a buzz going. It’s quite a look.” “A good one or a bad one?” “A bit of a naughty one.” He quickly earned a punch in the arm from you.

And this was far better than the revisions or the tutoring. To finally discuss something other than academics with you was refreshing. He found himself recounting all of his stories, even the ones he had already told that night, just so he could hear you laugh at everything he said. It was a melody in his ears, a tiny bell jingling beside him.

Once the company began to fall out, Felix took you to get a breath of fresh air just beside the entrance of the pub. “D’you need anyone to take you home?” “Nooo, my roommates are heading back anyways.” “You sure? I can–” “Oh, you’re too kind. Why don’t you have a lover yet?”

The question was so forward and sudden, he couldn’t help but be surprised. You were definitely tipsy.  “Huh…haven’t given much thought to it.” “Well, you should.” “And that means?” “They’d be lucky.”

Felix couldn’t help it; he was out of control, cradling your face into his hands as his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. They were indeed hot, you weren’t lying about that. There was silence, anticipation with a bated breath, and then your lips were all that he felt. If anyone was watching, and they most likely were, it was like he was holding himself back. Jaw tensed, muscles taut, brows scrunched. It almost looked like he was in pain.

And he was in pain, his restraint being tested every second he kissed you. Trying so desperately to not have his way with you, to take you home and screw you into his dorm mattress. That’s not the type of person you were.

But boy, did you make it difficult. The mere act of placing your hands against his chest, pressing your body against his. Again, painfully obvious this wasn’t something you did often, but that made it all the more perfect to him. He intended to keep you that way, which is why he let go.

The confusion that overtook your features made him regret his decision more and more, twisting his insides with guilt for leaving you hanging. Your lips, donning a soft shine, mouthed his name, but any sound went fuzzy in his ears. The more he stared at them, the more that forbidden feeling stirred inside of him.

Mumbling an apology, he abruptly stepped back, not even sure of what he was even doing. He had to get away, head home. It was ironic, to long for you so deeply but to hold himself back from indulging in you. He was never one to shy away from what he desired; it was his very nature, his reputation. But he couldn’t just use a girl like you to scratch one of his sexual itches, how could he bring himself to?

And so, Felix turned his back on you, not uttering another word. He pushed through the crowded walkway in a blind frenzy, ignoring the people who tried to strike up conversation. Never once looking back. 

Soon enough, he heaved the grand doors open to his hall, ready to sleep off the feeling until a sultry voice called to him from his right. Annabel. Apparently she had been waiting for him.

It wasn’t long before she was straddled across his lap, basically eating away at the lower half of his face as she eagerly fumbled with his belt buckle. That’s what turned him off about her. Too eager, too annoying. It played a part as to why he had kept his distance from her, but for that night, she was better than nothing.

As she slipped off his lap to kneel on the messy floor of his dorm, his mind drifted elsewhere. The desperate girl in front of him disappeared, then you were there, just as he left you. Staring up at him behind your obnoxious glasses, your bottom lip trembling. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Would you even know how to do this sort of thing? 

If he allowed himself, he’d guide you, gripping a part of your hair. Not tight enough to hurt you, of course, just enough to get leverage. He’d watch as your pretty lips parted to take him in, taking your sweet time. Your mouth would be soft and hot, your tongue shifting about awkwardly underneath him. He bet that you’d have it down quickly; you were good at most things, being a quick learner. Perhaps there would be a few scrapes from your canines as you bobbed up and down, if he were to be realistic. But the sting was more than alright with him.

Felix always prided in himself for his ability to give a girl a good, long time. Why else would they flock to him by the dozens? So what was so different about you that made him feel like he was already about to burst the seams?

Because it was still you, sickly sweet and serene you, lips wrapped around him and devouring him like the candy you always loved. Your eyes would water, but he’d gladly wipe away each drop that managed to escape. It left him a whiny mess. Sweat prickling at his forehead, ragged breaths heaving his shoulders up and down, white-knuckling your hair.

And when he’d come close, he’d let you know. You didn’t like being caught off-guard. Your heavy disdain for pop-quizzes or his endless pranks of sneaking up behind you made that apparent. But he prided himself in knowing these things about you, that he was able to gather it all from your little ramblings. 

You liked American reality TV. Disliked gel pens. Loved your chips overdone. A ridiculous query crossed his mind. Would you like spitting or swallowing? Or would you rather it all over you? From how your lips were glued to him, it seemed like swallowing. But that made him hesitate. You would never like such a thing. You were squeamish around anything sticky or slimy. Cough syrup, oily or tacky lotions…you hated them. As much as it dismayed him, why would this be any different?

Because it wasn’t you. And as soon as the girl he had taken back to his dorm reappeared, he knew that she could never be you. Nobody could. He was disgusted with himself for dirtying that memory of you. He had turned something so innocent into something so grossly erotic, and he knew he had crossed a line. How could he ever see you the same way again?

He was also disgusted with how Annabel seemed to not care despite his disillusion. She might have been the only girl he had seen that got off on merely sucking someone off. It was genuinely pathetic. Her head was swiftly yanked up, her lips making a “pop” sound.

“Alright, get out.” “What? But we’ve barely done anything, Fe–” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Piss the fuck off!”

Felix thought he would feel bad about kicking Annabel out, especially after she left in tears with her clothes haphazardly buttoned. But he could genuinely not have cared in the slightest; he was already preoccupied, mind filled with guilt after what he had done to you. But did he feel regret? No. That’s what ate at him the most. Someone like him shouldn’t have gone for someone like you. 

Perhaps it was better to try and forget that he kissed you. Kissing you meant opening the floodgates of his feelings, his debauchery. He had to keep that closed so that you could stay as pure as you always were. His perfect girl.

And he would do anything to keep you that way.

to be continued!

a/n: dutifully fulfilling this request by my lovely anon. i wanted to delve more into the selfish, savior complex that he was and i DEFINITELY intend to take it deeper for the next part. again, thank you for the ask! co-written by @hellb4ts! leon, thank you for the many wonderful ideas. and you're welcome for introducing you to saltburn &lt;3 inbox is open for any asks or reqs !

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[overstayedtime]

cattonquick headcanons because saltburn is just rotting my brain to nothing

• ollie has a thing for felix when he goes on his runs because felix being felix does his runs around the estate with his shirt off and in the shortest shorts known to man

• they take baths together & wash each others hair because theyre sappy and gay and just down really bad respectively (but only sappy with each other)

• in the summer theyll sit on the same sunbed together, oliver lying inbetween felix’s legs while felix plays with the shorter boys hair

• oliver revels in felix wearing those linen shirts, when the sun hits & he can see the outline of his boyfriends body through the shirt is enough to make him weak at the knees

• felix is golden retriever boyfriend and oliver is black cat boyfriend

• i said in my last cattonquick hc post that felix would call oliver petnames BUT i forgot the best one // felix calls oliver doll because hes just so delicate and beautiful that hes felix’s own little baby doll

• whenever theyre (oliver) in the library studying, felix is constantly pestering oliver because he wants attention and they inevitably get kicked out because of their too-loud bickering

• theres also a time that felix & oliver got caught definitely not reading books in the little back corner of the library which resulted in them getting in a LOT of trouble (it was worth it)

im rly tempted to write fanfics including some of these UGH i just love them so so much

[starsinmylean]

Unconditionally and Irrevocably

Pairing - Nate Jacobs x Fem!reader

Summary - You’re suspicious of your boyfriend because he wouldn’t let you use his phone, so, you went through it. You’ve never regretted going through someone’s phone so much.

Warnings - Cursing, arguments, anger issues, manipulation, reader is in a toxic and abusive relationship, mentions of sex and nudity.

“Go the fuck home, change your fucking dress, and stay the fuck away from the stand. You’re not embarrassing me tonight.” Nate tried his hardest to contain his anger, refusing to look at you any longer and storming off towards the chili stand.

You promised Nate’s parents that you were going to help them out with the stand at the fair since Aaron had to do something really really important. Something about college applications or meeting with a requiter; you didn’t really care.

You’d forgotten you were supposed to help the Jacobs while you were going through Nate’s phone, not expecting him to catch you while he was in the shower. While he was driving you home from school, your phone was dead and you grabbed his to call your mom to let her know you were coming home late.

Immediately he snatched the phone from you and told you to just use yours. “What the fuck do I have to use mine for? It’s dead.” your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that he just snatched something from you. He never had a problem with you using his phone before, so why now?

“Fuck.” he said under his breath, reaching over your seat for the glove compartment to see if he left a charger in there but it was empty besides the driving manual. You reached for his phone again, your eyes narrowing into slits as he put it under his left thigh so you wouldn’t be able to reach it.

As soon as you got to his house he said he needed to clean up really quickly before dinner, so you could just watch a movie or something until he was done. He only remembered that he left his phone in the room with you when he was completely inside of the shower, and if he jumped out wet then you would really get mad and he didn’t need you on his ass right now.

Thankfully, your phone didn’t take too long to turn on. You scanned through his messages for a notification but the only one was from Mckay, and you weren’t going to invade Mckay’s privacy, so you scrolled through his instagram dm’s. There, he left everyone except you and his brother on read.

You huffed in annoyance, pausing to think about why he was being so weird about you using his phone earlier, there was nothing on it. As a last measure, you scrolled through his camera roll, maybe you were afraid he’d find a nude of some girl or something?

Then, you thought, ‘what sane person would leave nudes in their recents?’, so, you checked his hidden album. Jackpot. Your jaw dropped when an array of..penises..displayed on the screen; none of which were his. Nate wasn’t too long, not too short, and proportionately thick, and he cleaned up down there. Most of them were way long or way thick, almost all of them weirdly hairy.

You noticed the water in the shower just stopped running, so you exited all of the recent apps at godspeed, darting across the room on your toes to put his phone back on his nightstand. When the bathroom door opened, you had just gotten back across the room, slipping your sneakers on and getting ready to leave the house.

“I thought you were staying for dinner.” Nate’s voice filled the room.

“I used your charger to turn on my phone and my mom said I need to come home because my aunt’s in town.” you lied, picking your jacket up off of his comforter and slipping it on.

You crossed the room to kiss him on the cheek, if you didn’t he would’ve known for sure something was up. “I’ll call you when I get home.” you said as you opened his bedroom door.

“I love you.” he called after you, and you responded accordingly. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really loved you, or if he liked guys more? I mean, why else would you keep nudes in your phone? To jerk off to, obviously. It was so weird. Nate didn’t even watch porn; he could never get aroused from it, and it never interested him.

Instead of calling him when you got home, you called Kat. You both decided on the fact that sexuality was a spectrum, and then she asked you for the third time if you thought you liked girls. You made her swear not to tell anyone, and then you admitted that you found a bunch of dicks in Nate’s phone.

Then you told Cassie, and then she told Mckay, and then Mckay said something about it. Nate was teasing Chris about being with Cassie and how much of a whore she was and Mckay responded with, “At least i’m not gay and can’t admit it.” now this, this made Nate’s heart fall to his ass, and that rarely happened.

He spent hours pacing around his room and brainstorming how the fuck Mckay could even know he was on that stupid site blackmailing Jules. Every possibility, came back to you. You must’ve gone through his phone that day, and you must’ve told fuckin Cassie, and Cassie must’ve told fucking Mckay, and who knows how many people heard in the hallway when Chris said what he said. Jesus fucking Christ.

.

“Just a second.” Nate panted as he continued to stroke himself. It’d been at least thirty seconds of your ass in the air and your cheek pressed against his sheets and he still hadn’t gotten up.

“Are you, like, not hard?” you whispered, lifting your head up to look at your boyfriend.

“Not yet, fuck.”

“It..doesn’t really feel like you’re hard.” you laughed in disbelief.

“I am..I am hard.”

“Nate..this isn’t something you just, lie about.”

“I just got a lot of shit on my mind, okay?”

You waited a few more seconds before responding, wondering if he’d gotten hard but clearly he hadn’t. “Like, right now? During sex?”

He dropped his hand from around himself and glared at the side of your head. “Y/N stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Talking, stop talking. Fuck.” he huffed, pulling up his boxers and pinching the bridge of his nose, storming across his bedroom to sit in his desk chair while you pulled up your panties and scooted to the edge of his bed.

“Why the fuck are we even having sex?”

You looked up at the ceiling to name a few reasons, oh wait..there were none. “Clearly, we weren’t.” you scoffed.

Nate’s nostrils flared at your attitude. “You know what your fucking problem is?” he glared. “You can’t keep your fucking mouth shut.”

“Yeah and you can’t keep your dick hard.” your hand flew out to point to his crotch.

“Maybe the reason I can’t keep my dick hard is because everyone at school is spreading these fucking rumors about me.” you could tell he was getting angrier because his fingers jabbed at the air like an imaginary knife into someone’s gut as he spoke.

“They’re not rumors, they’re facts..you literally had like forty guys’ dicks in your phone.”

“I told you not to fucking tell anyone.”

“Yeah, well, I told people before you told me not to tell anyone.” you shrugged, not seeing the point in having this conversation anymore.

“Yeah, but you told them out of fucking context.” his voice rose.

“Really? What’s the context?”

“I’d tell you but I don’t even fucking trust you anymore.” Nate replied, looking at the floor now.

You don’t trust me? I’m the one that shouldn’t fucking trust you. You’re the one with dicks hidden in your fucking phone. “Kinda like how you fuck me when you’re not hard anymore?”

Nate stood from his chair so fast by the time you registered, his hand was around your throat and his fingers were digging into your cheeks. “Huh? Keep talking.” he yelled. “Keep fuckin talking.” he whispered, lightly slapping your cheek.

Your face burned from how hard his grip was when he pulled away. You couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, wiping them with the back of your hands.

“Look, Nate, I don’t mind if you’re into guys.” you exclaimed as his hands cradled the back of his head.

“I’m not into fucking guys, Y/N.”

“Sexuality is a spectrum.

“Fuck, what the fuck are you talking about?” his mind began clouding with confusion. He wasn’t into fucking guys.

“It’s not like anyone is one hundred percent straight or one hundred percent gay.” you tried to reason.

“That is a-hundred percent bullshit.” he stormed into his bathroom and slammed the door shut, running the sink water.

.

Tonight was the fair, and you hadn’t spoken to Nate face to face since that stupid argument about his sexuality. You weren’t going to bail on the Jacobs family because he couldn’t admit whatever the fuck he was into. Plus, your dress was a cute white sundress but Nate felt it was too short. If you bent over, Cal and whoever else would have a perfect view of your panties, and Nate would go insane if he caught someone in the act, but you didn’t care. The dress was completely appropriate, in your eyes.

“Hi Marsha.” you smiled when you got to the stand.

“Hi!” she smiled, relieved that you were here. She handed you an apron with your name on it and reminded you of what you were going to be doing. Cal was going to be keeping the chili hot and continuing to stir it, when someone wanted a cup he’d pour it into the cup and give it to you. You’d put a top on it, and charge the customer.

The entire night Nate burned imaginary holes into the back of your stupid fucking apron; livid at the fact that you had gone against everything he said. When Cal went to the bathroom and Marsha turned her back, Nate yanked you by your arm out of the stand, causing you to drop a chili cup.

“Nate, what the fuck?” you gasped as he practically drug you to the trailers. You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he was far stronger than you. At this point there were probably bruises around your arm from how hard he was dragging you.

“You’re hurting me.” you struggled, trying your hardest not to trip over a rock or something.

“Shut the fuck up.” Nate’s teeth were gritted as he slammed your back against a steel trailer. The wind was knocked out of you, but you couldn’t regain it because his hand was around your throat, tighter than it had ever been before.

The look Nate held in his eyes shook you to your core. Tears pricked at your eyes from the impact and you began to get lightheaded, your nails clawing into his hands. “You don’t fucking listen.” he let go of you and stormed off, yelling, ‘Fuck!’ in the distance.

You dropped to the ground, your hands flying to your throat. It felt like you’d just been underwater with your best-friend competing to see who could hold their breath the longest, and then your friend wrapped their hands around your throat, almost killing you.

You were shocked, and hurt that he would ever put his hands on you in that way, knowing he was way stronger than you and that you probably wouldn’t be able to fight him off.

Even after you caught your breath, you stayed on the ground, staring at your shaking hands. You didn’t know what to think, or how to reassure yourself, or if you should call someone. It must’ve been at least thirty minutes when Nate came back to the trailers, his heart breaking when he saw you on the ground.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, crouching down to your level and hugging you but you hadn’t responded. “I won’t do it again, I promise. I’m just going through a lot of shit right now.” No response. “Please Y/N. Don’t leave me, not now.”

You refused to speak, yet you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, accepting his hug. He lay his head in your chest, crying into your dress and wrapping his arms right around your body. You glowered at the other trailers, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

It wasn’t the violence that scared you. It was the fact that you knew no matter what Nate did, you’d still love him.

Unconditionally, and irrevocably.

Masterlist Main

[daydreamvalley]

Jean Kirstein as Felix. Just think about it.

[wormswurld]

saltburn characters as beyoncé songs! 🌟

this is dedicated to all my bey fans that just so happen to loveee saltburn lolz also i am listening to beyonce as im writing this so i just found it fitting,, lyrics will be added to give u a feel of the songs and the characters vibes,, hope you enjoy!! ✨

🦌 oliver

- deja vu: "baby, seems like everywhere i go i see you, from your eyes, your smile it's like i breathe you, helplessly i reminisce don't want to compare nobody to you"

- love drought: "all the loving i've been giving goes unnoticed it's just floating in the air, lookie there are you aware you're my lifeline, are you tryna kill me if i wasn't me, would you still feel me?"

- all up in your mind: "tell mama, that I do it for you the rider, always want you, i'll be groupie for you it may hurt at first 'cause i'ma make you work put me first is what you need, i know you're gonna love me (i'll make you mine, mine, mine)"

🪽felix

- drunk in love: "i get filthy when that liquor get into me i've been thinkin', i've been thinkin' why can't i keep my fingers off it? baby, i want you, now, now"

- ego: "some call it arrogant i call it confident you decide when you find out what I'm working with"

- pure/honey: "it should cost a billion to look that good but she make it look easy 'cause she got it you can find the one when the tempo's good four, three, i'm too fuckin' busy"

🧚‍♀️ venetia

- alien superstar: "i'm too classy for this world forever I'm that girl feed you diamonds and pearls ooh, baby i'm too classy to be touched i pay them all in dust i'm stingy with my love (unique)"

- flawless: "i know when you were little girls you dreamt of being in my world don't forget it, don't forget it respect that, bow down, bitches"

- sweet dreams: "tattoo your name across my heart so it will remain not even death can make us part what kind of dream is this?"

🎠 farleigh

- diva: "everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back i be gettin' to the money, everybody mad i think I'm gettin' too much money, everybody mad"

- don't hurt yourself: "beautiful mane, i'm the lion beautiful man, i know you're lying i am not broken, i'm not crying, i'm not crying you ain't trying hard enough"

- america has a problem: "i see you watchin' (fiendin') i know you want it (schemin') i know you need it (drug lord) you want it on you? (don't i know) you need love, i need some too do you want this like it wants you?"

i love love love beyoncé’s music so i hope some of y’all see the vision w these! mwahhh 💋

[slythergirl666]

he is so james potter

[justjacob-elordi]

home life w Jacob 🧺☕️💌

[kiankiwi]

WE NEED MORE PROTECTIVE YOUNG DAD JACOB AND HIS BABIES ughhhh so sweet

YES!!! I can do a few headcanons for now but if you have any other protective dad jacob ideas PLEASE let me know!!!

Jacob ALWAYS takes extra security measures whenever he knows his bubbas are coming to set or to hollywood events

Usually there's so much security there already but there's people there JUST for you and the bubbas

Some people think he's being overbearing but it makes him and you feel a lot better that way so you keep the bodyguards and drivers and everything

He always makes sure the kiddos have shades, hats, hoodies, bandanas on... SOMETHING to cover their faces when they're out in public

and if they're too small to wear something, he holds them close pushes their face into his shoulder so no one can get a good look at their faces

He'll tell stories for days when they're little but once they're older he makes sure to talk to them "do you want me to talk about this in interviews? is that okay? if not, daddy won't. You deserve your privacy"

And on the night before your first hollywood event you're going to with jacob, you two talk in bed that night about what he's allowed to talk about with you and what to avoid to respect you

And he's VERY respectful and private and he makes sure the interviewers know what he WILL And will not talk about and if they ask inappropriate questions, he will not hesitate to stay silent or just up and walk out

Just be kind yknow, give him respect and he'll give you respect :)

[txuki]

hot take and people are probably going to hate me for this (i do not care) BUT i’m sorry there is no way felix catton is exclusively a sub/bottom in a mlm relationship,,,especially one with oliver quick. i get personal headcanons don’t have to be everyone’s cup of tea but COME ON. use some common knowledge and context clues we are given in the movie. yes, oliver is aggressive and i guess more “dominant” towards felix in some ways but…and i have seen so many people use the grave scene as their reasoning for it which i just do not get??

in MY OPINION if oliver has something to gain beyond corporeal pleasure, nothing is off-limits. this includes bathwater, menstrual blood, and grave fucking….its not about a dom/sub dynamic between felix and oliver.

like during the bathtub scene. oliver spying on felix in the tub showed just how much oliver wanted him. oliver drinking said bathwater as it drained showed how far his desire and passion for the man went, but also that his obsession knew no limits. while he didn't specifically make a move on him during that time, he lurked in the dark, hoping felix would notice him, which never happened. none of that points to oliver being this “big bad dom top” that some people portray him as. if anything he’s a power bottom or switch and felix could be a switch depending on the partner.

the grave scene simply represents oliver’s grief and obsession, highlighting his inability to handle his emotions.

sidenote: yes, yes. i know he killed felix. but despite that (and admitting to hating him in the final minutes), there were many moments when his feelings for felix were genuine to me. during one scene, he was sobbing inconsolably, showing that he had no idea how to process grief. the film showed several times that oliver didn't know how to handle his desires and emotions, and of course, his grief couldn't have been any different.

anyways…thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[sincerelyverena]

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⇀ SALTBURN · oliver quick, felix catton...

req me for anything!

dividers made by @cafekitsune <33

[overstayedtime]

cattonquick headcanons

the saltburn brainrot is all-consuming!!!

some little headcanons of oliver & felix if ollie had just kept him alive & they both gave in to the painfully obvious homosexual tension 🤍

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• felix loves petnames for ollie (always calls him darling, love, sweetheart etc) because he is just a big soppy romantic boy

• on special occassions (birthdays/parties) felix likes wearing glitter / sparkles because he thinks its pretty, and ollie helps him (extra boyfriend points)

(yk the picture of the two girls doing makeup, its basically them)

• ollie bites as a form of affection, felix likes the marks that he leaves

• when its christmas and they’re both drunk enough, they duet fairytale of new york together

• felix hates horror movies but ollie forces him to watch them - its also a tiny bonus is that felix always ends up hiding in oliver’s side, with his hands running through felix’s hair to calm him down

• the first time they got high together was also oliver’s first time smoking, so felix decided to shotgun the joint to ease ollie into the sensation of smoking

• oliver always liked wearing felix’s shirts because they smelt like him, a mix of cigarette smoke, aftershave & mint, felix liked oliver wearing his shirts because they swallowed him & stopped just above the knee

• one of ollies many love languages is waking felix up by bringing a steaming cup of hot tea every morning & a kiss on the top of his head

i have more but we could be here all day !!!

[euphoriashots]

Fezco