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Outlander 7x06 Thoughts & Easter Eggs

Spoilers below the cut!

I wasn’t sure if we’d be getting this scene, due to the pacing of Williams storyline and how trimmed down it’s become, but I was happy to see the episode open with William arriving at Ticonderoga from Crownpoint. He’s seeking Brigadier Simon Fraser whom we learned about last episode (and who is significant in upcoming plot), and meets him for the first time there (a change from the books, where he meets him prior to the siege of the fort). They discuss their plans to March South to meet Howe, which would isolate New England. Did they hire a non Scottish man to play Simon Fraser? Cause that’s not cool if so—his accent isn’t great.

The rebels flee by boat under Jamie’s command, and he encourages the people to travel inland to avoid being seen across the water by the British. Claire tells Jamie they will need to make camp soon due to the overall state of the people they are with, and they hear the sounds of Indians nearby. They head further into the woods to hide from the Indians and Ian goes ahead to find that it is actually Red Coats pretending to be Indians to scare them. I’m fairly certain this scene happens at night in the books, and the choice to have this all play out in broad daylight, then sudden darkness when Claire goes to find Mrs Raven was slightly off putting to me.

SIDENOTE, we hear Rachel say to Mrs Raven that she already trusts Ian completely 🥰 which is cute, so I’m thrilled.

There is another abrupt cut to a super short scene where Roger talks with Lionel Menzies (his school principal, who is the cousin of our friend Rob Cameron) about Jemmy speaking Galic in class. Last episode we saw him get in trouble for that and Roger wants to speak to Menzies about her grabbing Jemmy’s ears. While they both share a love of the highlands and appreciation for the language, Menzies explains that people wish to leave the Highlands and they want to speak good English in order to leave. I love that the show continues to show the results of the rising even in the 80’s and how impactful that was culturally. Menzies asks Roger to teach a class on the language and Roger excitedly agrees, happy to be back to teaching again.

Then we immediately change to darkness and Claire walking alone in the woods searching for the Mrs Raven. She cannot handle the situation and sadly we see her take her own life right as Claire arrives. Following the gunshot, Claire is taken hostage by a red coat. Denzel comes and finds Ian and jamie to tell them that Claire is missing, and suddenly it’s daylight again. Jamie finds Mrs Raven’s body and Ian can tell soldiers have taken Claire towards the fort.

Claire is brought to a pen with other rebels and immediately begins asking a younger soldier to get water for the sick and injured. She spots Walter Woodcock who had been taken prisoner during the siege. In the books he refers to jamie as Big Red as well, but Claire did not have as close of an established relationship to him prior to this scene. He’s having issues with his chest, which Claire can tell is an embolism following his surgery. She spends the day trying to aid the people who are hostage at the fort, and continuously asking for water and food. It’s slipped up that the food is 2 days behind them.

We meet Captain Richardson again, book readers know is important. William admits that he did not deliver the messages he was tasked to at Dismal Town after he falls off his horse. This was kind of unclear to me as he does have the letters in is possession after he falls and he later gains a horse from Ian, so I’m not sure why he abandons that mission entirely without a good explanation - where did the letters go? Richardson asked why he did not read the messages for himself, and William confronts Richardson about the recipients being rebels themselves. Richardson tells him that those men are spies, and William is eager for an opportunity of redemption to prove himself again. He is given his uniform back to join the rest of the men.

In a huge change from the books, Claire walks after another red coat in search of medical supplies and—you guessed it— water, and ends up confronting William. In the show, he recognizes her, realizing she’s a rebel and she confirms that Jamie is in the militia. William confirms again that supplies are 2 days behind them, but tells Claire that he will do his best to accommodate her. I really do love Charles as William, I think he’s doing an excellent job and while I wanted to skip William’s chapters in the books, I look forward to seeing him on screen in the show.

Bree and Roger finally start discussing the tunnel and what she encountered there, which I was hoping they’d copy from the books. Last episode when she went through the portal, Bree had next to no reaction to it, so this was satisfying to see. The two of them make the connection that the dam is on the east side towards Pitlochry and the tunnel runs downwards. Roger explains that they think there’s a leyline from the Achavanic standing stones at the top of northern Scotland down to the ones at Craigh na dun. He asks if the line continues down towards the dam, and they make an educated guess that the ley lines interact with the stone circles to create some type of portal.

We finally get confirmation that the book Rogers been writing is referred to as The Hitchhikers Guide to Time Travel, and before he leaves to go and teach his Gaelic class, Bree stacks a pile of papers and hymns from his desk to bring with him.

When Roger arrives to Jemmy’s school we see him explain the cultural significance of the language and why it’s so important to hold onto it. He also tells the kids that there’s no swear words in the Gaelic, and the entire scene serves as a great reminder of the Scottish history that grabbed us back in season 1. Roger really shines in this scene, and Richard Rankin does a great job here. There’s a call back to the waulking songs which Claire partook in back in season 1 when traveling to collect the rents. He also talks about line singing, and leads a song with the students. He involves Bobby (Rob Cameron’s nephew) and Jemmy by having them pass out some hymns from Reverend Wakefield to the class. And he sings again, which we know is a big deal to him after he was hanged in season 5.

Lionel asks him to come back again and you can see Rob in the background being shady, waiting around to talk to Roger. He introduces himself to Roger and you can tell Roger isn’t thrilled after the stunt he pulled with Bree at the tunnel. Rob admits he read the hitchhikers guide to travel during the class, which is another change from the books. In the books, he only reads one page that was mixed in with the Hymns. You’d think Roger would have recognized that the book was in there, or that Jemmy wouldn’t have handed Rob a whole damn book. In the books he asks Roger if he can swing by Lallybroch to read a hymn sometime because he didn’t get to, but in the show they have him ask to come have dinner which I find weirder. Roger seems to just forgive him for locking Bree in the tunnel, and I can’t imagine she’d want him over for dinner after that.

Jamie and Ian arrive to Ticonderoga to find Claire and Ian insists he go after Claire. The Mohawk allied with the British so Ian knows they won’t bother him. They come up with a plan to lure the British away from where she’s being held. William has another soldier bring Claire her supplies and we get a great callback to the books where she asks the solider how he knew who she was. He tells her that William described her as the one with the curly wig, barking orders like a sergeant general.

Claire can just walk around and out of the gates which I find interesting, and poor Walter is faring worse now. She gives him a tea and the brandy from the flask William gave her. Walter knows he’s going to die and Claire does her best to comfort him. She asks him to think of his wife dancing and sadly she loses another patient. In the books, Claire escapes without saying goodbye to any of the people in the fort.

Ian finds her Claire in the books by sneaking up behind where she’s being held, but again there’s an change in the show and Claire spots Ian in the courtyard. Soon after, William spots Ian. Ian pretends to be a scout for Joseph Brant, and William thanks Ian for the money and care of the Hunters. William confronts him about his relationship to Claire, knowing full well he’s here to release her. At this point Jamie starts firing bows into the fort and Ian and Claire tell William the reality of his army. Claire is safest if she escapes, so Ian and William admit a life for a life. William asks to not see him again or he may not have a way to protect him. Jamie and Claire reunite and Claire has a hard time leaving the prisoners there. Claire tells Jamie she saw William and he was kind to her there. We get the line from the books “tell me of him, later when there’s time.”

They travel for a few days and rejoin the continental army and get the narration that Jamie’s term of service is almost over and they will be leaving soon for Scotland. Ian finds Rachel who had been watching Rollo. He pretends he’s come for Rollo but it’s clear he simply wanted to see her. These two falling in love is so damn cute. They have a classic meet cute hand touch and I’m really hoping we get a longer scene with the two of them soon.

We meet Daniel Morgan (look him up if you can, an absolutely fascinating man and important historical figure) who asks Jamie to come with him and tries to recruit him to join his group of rifleman. Jamie later tells Claire that he’s decided to stay and continue to fight, as he cannot leave now while the British move south. They discuss the battle of Saratoga and how it draws the French into the war and is a turning point for the American’s. She’s happy he will be fighting from a distance as a sniper. Fun fact, Daniel Morgan’s men are the ones credited for killing Simon Fraser, which book readers know is Claire and Jamie’s ticket home to Scotland.

We get the scene from the books which I love where Claire tells Jamie than women don’t make wars. Jamie explains they aren’t made for it, and Claire argues that they are just as capable for fighting for what they believe in. Jamie says women take more with them when they go, but when a man goes it’s only them when they go. A woman takes life with her when she goes, and a woman is possibility. She insists Jamie is not one man just like another but admits that it is likely the ability to create life which would make it that much harder to end it. Jamie tells Claire he’s not afraid of dying now that the kids are grown, and his grandchildren are thriving. Or rather that he’s less afraid to die, and less inclined to kill men who have not yet lived yet. In the books, this conversation happens after Denny has snuck into a camp for intelligence in the books. Claire cannot understand why he would be so wreckless and Jamie tries to explain how a young man would do anything for a cause he believes in. Even if that means getting killed in the process.

Claire tells jamie about William and I love this scene, it’s the highlight of the whole episode for me.

Then the episode ends with Roger confronting Buck after he seems him peering in through the window. Clearly this is a younger version of him. And we end with a knock out punch. I wished we got the actual confrontation in this episode but it appears we will have to wait one more to finally get that moment.

Overall another strong episode! I enjoyed it, and am looking forward to the next one, particularly Roger and Bucks storyline.

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absorbedbutler · 2 years

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hii I was wondering if u could do an Austin!elvis x reader ?

Y/n and Elvis have known each other since they were kids and literally cannot stand each other like every litte thing the other does gets them annoyed and they argue all the time, but one day before one of his performances they get into a really heated argument and he’s just like “wait till I’m done with this show.” And like after he’s done preforming he just fucks her into an oblivion LMAOO

this was really detailed but Austin’s just so fine as elvis like.

the amount of detail i’m in love you basically wrote this for me IM ON IT

tw this is lowk filthy

you had known elvis since you were 4 and your parents moved in to the apartment next to his.

subsequently your parents had become friends, meaning they were either over all the time or vice versa.

as your parents drank and plaid cards, you two were shunned away to a free room where you were forced to play.

you had hated him ever since he got a brush tangled in your baby dolls hair and accidentally ripped out a chunk, bringing you to lock him out on the balcony.

as you got older, sure you were attracted to him but you had to push it down, your hate always over powered it and he would remind you why you hated him in the first place.

the rumors always circulated around school that you were dating but no matter how your stomach flipped when you imagined you two dating, you forced it down.

he was an asshole, really. he wasn’t kind to you, he was cocky, and he would pull your hair any chance he got. it was typical child’s play, every morning at your locker you would put your things away and he would stalk behind you and tug on whatever hairstyle you had that day.

he infuriated you, right?

“tell me right now that wasn’t you.” you said as you pointed to the mess in your room, your clothes all on the floor and your vanity fucked up.

“it wasn’t me.” he said with a smirk, leaning up against your door frame.

“elvis i’m going to kick your ass i swear to god, get out of here so i can clean this up.” you said pushing his solid chest out of your apartment.

he put his hands up in surrender, smiling as he walked out the door.

you had come home to him already in your kitchen, stealing food and looking through your room.

this was a daily occurance, you would yell, he would leave, he’d come back and you’d hang out.

you were hooking your last shirt back onto a hanger as he knocked on your door, as you sighed you made your way to the door, letting him in.

“you calmed down yet, mama?“ he said looking in your eyes.

“that’s nauseating, don’t call me mama.” you said rolling your eyes and turning around as you mumbled a quick “close the door”, making your way back to your room.

he flicked through one of the many magazines you had as you did your homework on your bed, humming.

“did you know i have a performance tomorrow night, it’s this real uppity thing, they want me to sing.” he said as you looked up.

you snickered as he shook his head, “i don’t believe it.”

“cant you you be happy for me? this whole hate thing is a real pain in the ass.” he scoffed.

“elvis, i have never heard you sing or talk about singing a day in my life.” you softly spoke, trying to de escalate the situation as you put your hand in his thigh, him quickly pushing it off.

“no, i’m sick of you acting like a bitch. we’ve known eachother basically all of our lives can i catch a break.” he sneered

“what is all of this, why do you care so much all of a sudden.” you were overwhelmed with the sudden heaviness of the room, looking up at him with big eyes as he stood up.

“only people who know are my folks and you, i thought you could at least push away some of the hatred you have for me and be a little happy.” he was looking out the window now, hand smoothing over his forehead.

“okay, i’m happy for you, it was just a shock. i didn’t even say anything i don’t know why you’re so upset.”

a beat of silence went by before he walked over to the bed, looking down at you. “i try to make things normal between us constantly but all you seem t’care about is hating me.”

you couldn’t get a word out before he started up again, “i’m gonna go, come to the show tomorrow. wait until i’m done with my time slot backstage. we can talk then.”

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you kept your legs crossed as you sat on the couch in his dressing room, smoothing out the skirt on your dress as you heard the finishing notes to the song playing.

you couldn’t believe it was elvis, if you ignored the fact it was your neighbor it was actually quite good.

you were nervous, things ended very tensely between you two the last afternoon and you could barely sleep because of it.

you stared at the door, mind racing.

he hasn’t spoken a word to you, sneaking you into the back without a passing glance.

the door opened suddenly and you were making eye contact with him.

you saw him in a different light, his hair sweaty and eyeliner smudged, causing your thighs to rub against eachother.

you quickly stood up, hands playing with each other behind your back.

“you like the music?” the said turning to look into the lit up mirror.

you felt instant relief that he didn’t make things awkward, cracking a smile at him in the reflection.

“don’t think i haven’t forgotten about last night darlin’” he said turning around, darkness taking over his features.

he started to walk forward, causing you to move back, gasping when you hit the wall.

“elvis-“ he cut you off with your foreheads touching, causing your breathing to pick up as he moved his hands to your waist.

“don’t think i haven’t seen the way you look at me. these past few years, it’s just been building. you felt it too haven’t you?” he was practically panting in your ear.

“elvis this is crazy, you’re just feeling adrenaline from the show.”

he shook his head against yours, “tell me to stop and i will.”

you paused and let the silence consume the room.

he immediately swooped in and connected your lips, your stomach flipping as you brought your hand to the side of his face.

you had wanted this for so long and now it was finally happening, you wanted to scream.

quickly he moved you two to the dressing table, your lower back brushing against the uncomfortable wood.

you moaned into his mouth as his knee pressed up against you, he pulled away as you intertwined your hands with his hair.

“i know we both want it, but for any reason if you want this to stop talk now.”

you could barely hear him over your breathing but you shook your head, biting your lip.

with a quick nod he grabbed your hips and flipped you over, hands grasping onto the table as you looked up at him over your shoulder, eyes hazy.

he kicked your legs apart from behind and he hooked his fingers into the hem of your underwear, pulling them down and flipping your dress up.

you practically fucked your self against his clothed erection, putting your head into your arms in embarrassment.

“god, look at you, huh? i knew you wanted this as badly as me” he said pulling your head up by a makeshift ponytail.

he took his time undoing his belt and pulling his pants down, he threw his blazer on the couch behind you as he aligned his tip with you.

shoving in slowly, you whined out as you let him stretch you out.

“you can go” you managed to spit out as you felt yourself contract around him.

he slowly started to thrust in and out as he went to kiss your neck, your head pulled back against his shoulder.

your mouth hung open as you turned your head to him, looking up into his eyes as he placed kisses on your open mouth.

your eyes squeezed shut, foreign feelings taking over you.

“don’t act like such a prude, acting like i can’t hear you filling yourself up at night and moaning my name”

you whimpered, humiliation filling your body, but he wasn’t done. “too bad your hearing isn’t as good as mine, bet you would’ve heard me too.”

you couldn’t breathe, tears were coming out of the corner of your eyes as your body tingled against him.

it was sinful, you weren’t even married. but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing back on him, finding new angles,

you could feel yourself squeezing him, deep groans going straight into your mouth, profanities coming out of his.

his hand wrapped around to rub your clit, causing you to yell out, you could barely keep your eyes open as his thrusts became sloppy.

heat grew at the front of your lower stomach, the pressure getting tighter until he administered one last pinch to your clit that sent you keeling over, crying into the wooden table that the side of your face met.

he worked you through it before he murmured something about not being able to finish inside of you.

before you knew it you were being pushed on your knees, looking up.

he tapped the tip on your tongue, your lips wrapping around it as you moved to cup his swollen balls, from the moan that came from him you could tell he was close.

not soon after he was spilling into your mouth, you immediately swallowed.

after getting up he wiped your chin and you let yourself fall into him, engulfed in his scent, letting your arms wrap around him.

“think this was enough to fix your attitude?”

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cloudninetonine · 2 years

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I love your writing!!! If you have the time could you write Time and First (separate) helping the reader when they are sick?

I GOTCHU ANON!

Time:

“You’re sick.”

“Whaaaaaaattttt?” The words had come out slurred but then again you hadn’t exactly heard the voice properly. The world around you was too far away, almost as if water had been poured into your ears, muffled and irritating as you turned in the direction of the voice, staring up at Time as he looked down with a mixture of frustration and concern, eyebrows pinched “I’m fine, don’t-”

You hacked, elbow flying over your mouth to keep whatever left your system from going airborne and Time flinched, his hand coming to rub your back when you were finally reduced to a painful, chesty cough, groaning in distaste.

“See.” You sassed, sniffing harshly “Fine.”

Without a second word, you turned to continue to the path that the man had led you down a few moments before.

It had started this morning- well, it had actually started yesterday, the telling signs of a cold with a sore throat and stuffy nose, but you had brushed it off. You’d survived many a day during school with your embarrassingly weak immune system so you thought you’d be fine, thought you’d fall asleep then wake up much better the next day.

What a stupid thought it was.

Your head was pounding, felt like millions of needles stabbing into your brain all at once, you were hot, incredibly so to the point your eyes were watering from the heat and your body ached all over, you struggling to pull yourself from your bedroll or even breathe properly.

But you were stubborn, there was no way you were gonna hold up the group. Not after you were already falling behind schedule and you refused to cause an even bigger hindrance.

But Time caught you, of course, he did, always having a careful eye on you to make sure you wouldn’t cause your usual chaos only to notice the lack of pep in your step, lack of your usual jovial speech, the unusual quietness that hung over you. So, he decided to drag you away from the travelling group, pulling off a gauntlet to press a cool hand against your forehead.

Damn had it felt good against your burning skin.

Your shoulder was grabbed gently but you still did stumble a bit, too disorientated to completely take in your surroundings so you weren’t expecting the feeling.

“Careful.” Time’s voice was soft, hands moving to immediately stop your tumble by your hips before he turned you around, looking over your form with a just as soft expression “You cannot deny it, I can see how ill you are. Why are you hiding it?”

His palm moved to once again press against your head when you struggled to form the words, sighing happily with your eyes falling shut as you leaned into his skin “We’re far behind I…I didn’t want to hold us up.”

The eldest shook his head “Your well-being is much more important.”

“I’m used to it, you don’t have to worry-”

“No, there’s no argument to be had here. I will have us set up camp so you can rest.”

“Noooo.” You whined, words once again slurring as you tried to move back “Stop. I’m fine-”

Despite the surprise, you couldn’t manage a sound when you were tugged into the hero’s arms, only screwing your eyes shut to keep yourself from vomiting at the fast motion, relaxing your head against his shoulder, then sighing in relief as the cold metal soothed your warmth just a bit more.

“Are they alright?” A voice, too far away, spoke up as the leader walked on “What happened?”

“They are unwell so we are to set up camp for now. Traveller, do you think you may have something for their ailment? Or perhaps you can use your spell?”

The world around you began to fade the longer you were held within Time’s protective grip. His armour was cool against the burning of your cheek, relaxing your entire body to the point of no return even with the Old Man’s constant movement. There was a point when it finally stopped, your body being brought down to something soft that you melted into, groaning in relief and turning to your side.

“Here-” Something was brought to your lips and you instinctively turned away, face pinching in distaste. “Don’t fight it, it’ll make you feel better”

After a few moments, you gave in, downing the potion and gagging in disgust at the taste.

The hand returned to your forehead, brushing back your hair before a pair of lips pressed against the skin. “Thank you. Now- rest, you need it”

You finally gave in, your body going limp against your (presumed) sleep mat and falling into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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First:

“(Name)?” Your body was nudged gently from your position on your sleep mat, a look of concern crossing over the face of First who was leaning over you, turning towards the group frantically as he called for someone to come over “They aren’t waking up.”

Panic settled over him when the others rushed over, Hyrule gently moving him aside with magic dancing at his fingertips only for a groan to fall from your lips, pained wheezing catching the air when you threw your arm over your eyes and whined.

“Please don’t shout.” You sobbed over them all, body shivering in a cold sweat “It hurts too much, please-”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was wrong with you, however, First still felt the gnawing feeling of panic in his gut even when he gave you the health potion, even when he gently brushed your forehead with a damp cloth and even when he held you in his lap just a ways off from the evening campfire, your exhaustion leaving you in a disorientated state for the entirety of the day.

“They’re fine” Warriors had to reassure him, leaning down to where First was sitting, placing a hand over his shoulder. “The traveller has reassured us it isn’t anything deadly, they will be fine after some rest. "

Of course, the Chosen hero had known that but it only made him spiral back to those days in the dungeons. He had gotten sick so often then, from kitten sneezes and sniffles to what he was positive were the plague, somehow still not ensuring the end of his life and only adding to his torture. What if this sudden ‘cold’ as you had put it got worse? What if it opened floodgates to even worse illnesses? First knew he wouldn’t be able to handle your body losing its colour and turning cold-

“You know,” It was a croak from dry lips, your eyes trained on his expression with a soft smile that made his heart ache from letting his mind wander to the direction it had taken “It’s kinda telling when you start to overthink- your face scrunches up and your eyes just look so…sad”

His hand instantly moved back to the water bowl that Wild had gathered earlier, grabbing the towel he’d left within, then wringing it out until it was damp so he could press it against your fiery forehead. “Nothing to worry about, I assure you, I was only-”

“Thinking. Yes, yes, I know, that’s what you always say, you old Bastard. "

The edge of First’s lip quirked up slightly. “You have come to know me so well, my dear.”

“It’s easy to read someone when they have their heart on their sleeve” With his help, you began to sit up, coughing a throaty cough into your elbow as the man made you lean against him, your back to his chest. “You’re too much of a softy. Stop worrying over nuclear scenarios, Link, I’m fine and I’ll be back to my annoying self by either tomorrow or the next day. "

First hoped that was the case.

“The Champion made you soup-”

“No thanks. ” You whined, leaning your head back against his shoulder, snuggling into the warmth of his scarf “I don’t think I could keep it down."

“It has healing properties, it is for the best-”

“The best won’t look too good all over my tunic, Link-”

“(Name).”

Oh, that voice- that damned voice! So soft, so kind, so full of worry- why did the man have to act so gentle with you? You couldn’t even think about complaining when he was here at your beck and call, wiping off your cold shiver sweats, holding you in his arms carefully to cause no further pain to your already aching joints- First was such a gentleman treating your gremlin self with love only the luckiest of people got to experience.

You couldn’t fight him when you knew he was only worried about your wellbeing.

“Okay- okay." There was a polite ‘thank you’ whispered into your ear before a kiss was pressed against your temple, First grabbing a bowl of soup that Four gently handed to him when asked and readjusting you to face him, a spoonful of the food being presented to you. “I can eat by myself, Link.”

It was moved forward slightly, encouraging “I am perfectly fine with helping you.”

After a few moments with shared, intense eye contact you huffed, opening your mouth and letting him spoon-feed you the concoction, the feeling of healing magic warming your stomach.

“You’re lucky you’re so handsome”

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sunnyrealist · 2 months

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Chapter 30: An Expert Guide

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Kate has just finished another school year as the Hogwarts assistant librarian - finally, it's summer! Sebastian also has a week off of work, and he asked Kate to accompany him on a camping trip to the Scottish Highlands, where he plans to hike into the mountains to explore and seek magical artifacts and treasure in various ruins, caves, and a long-abandoned castle. Kate has never camped before or been on such an adventure, and he's thrilled to share the experience with her. Another recent development: Sebastian purchased a special gift (a beautiful piano) for Kate as a symbol of his intent - he wants their courtship to end in marriage. It turned out that Sebastian was keeping his musical talent a secret; he can play piano even better than Kate can.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI, but there really are no content warnings for this chapter.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational.

Chapter 30: An Expert Guide

Sebastian glides slowly, walking through the air to the ground, landing perfectly on his feet.

Kate does not.

With a thud, she lets out an “oof” and struggles to get up from where she plummeted directly to the ground. Managing to at least support herself on her hands and knees, she almost instantly feels a wave of nausea move through her body.

“Ooh, are you okay?” Sebastian asks, dropping down to his knees next to her. He places his arm over her back.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Kate replies, her voice strained. “Don’t look-”

She attempts to hold it back but cannot. The next moment, she retches. Dizzy, she spits a few times, trying to remove the foul taste from her mouth.

Sebastian soothingly rubs her back. “It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart.”

Kate’s eyes fill with tears. Her face is crimson and hot. “I am so embarrassed. Sorry. I feel like I’ve already ruined our trip. This has to be the worst start ever.”

He kisses Kate’s back, then stands up and walks over to pluck a flower from the ground. Using his wand, he transfigures the yellow flower into a yellow teacup, then casts Aguamenti, filling it with cool water. Kate, now kneeling, looks pale and positively dejected. With a concerned look, he steps back over to her, holding out the cup. Though surprised, she accepts it and begins to sip the water, swirling it around her mouth, then spitting it out. Eventually, the aftertaste of acidic vomit disappears, and she is able to finally drink the rest, letting it soothe her throat.

“Thank you,” Kate says quietly, looking humiliated. Sarcastically, she murmurs, “Who knew that touching a beat up old mitten could cause such a disgusting sight?”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Sebastian tells her with care and consideration. “I know you don’t do well with apparition. You told me that the first night we met. I didn’t even consider that it might happen with a portkey, too.” He places his arm around the small of her back, kneeling next to her. “Take as much time as you need. I don’t want to push you. And our trip is not ruined. It’ll begin when you feel right once more.”

She closes her eyes, trying to calm herself. Taking deep breaths of the fresh, cool air, she inhales and exhales slowly. Her blonde hair flows behind her, picked up by a slight breeze. Birds sing in the distance. Sebastian continues to rub her back softly. Her eyelids slowly begin to open, seeing nothing but green grasses, white and golden wildflowers, rocky mountains standing tall in the distance, and a blue sky peeking out behind a curtain of gray clouds.

He kisses the top of her head. “Isn’t the view gorgeous? And this is only the start. We’re going to have a wonderful time, sunshine.”

Kate adjusts, sitting on her bum and leaning up against his chest. Sebastian wraps his arms further around her.

“Do you see - there?” He points to the left of a mountain, to a gently sloping hill. “That’s the direction we’ll head in today. We should eventually reach a forest, and that’s where we can make camp.” He kisses her head again. “How are you feeling now, Kate?”

“Better,” she whispers in response. “It’s beautiful, Sebastian.”

Kate slowly moves to stand up; Sebastian helps her. Once she is steady on her feet, she examines her hands. Having landed so roughly, they’re full of dirt, and one even has a bit of blood on it. Perhaps she had landed on a stick or something sharp? She can’t remember, but the stinging overcomes most of her senses.

“Let me fix that up for you,” Sebastian says, pulling out his wand again. Using Aguamenti again, water trickles onto her palms. She manages to clean them up. Then, he whispers a healing charm, and she watches as the little patches in which she must have scraped her hand disappear.

“Thank you,” she replies, then tries to dust off her mustard-colored pantaloons and the matching brown and green plaid blouse with puffed sleeves. She fishes tan-colored leather gloves from her pocket, pulling them on with care.

Stepping before her, Sebastian holds out his arm, and with a smile, asks, “Shall we begin?” His hair is mussed up a little by the wind, and his freckled cheeks are slightly tinted pink.

Kate almost had to laugh that morning when she saw the clothing he had chosen. It was almost a perfect match to what she wore - a long, green coat over a brown plaid vest, white shirt, and brown trousers. She cannot help but admire how perfectly he looks here in the Highlands, as if he is exactly where he belongs, completely in his element.

She accepts his arm, and they begin to stroll towards the hill.

Without an established pathway, Kate has to watch carefully where she steps. Within a few minutes, she stumbles a bit.

“I hope I don’t slow you down, my moon,” Kate worries aloud. “I’ve only ever gone on easy hikes. This is quite the adventure for me.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “There is no need to rush. I am in no hurry - I’m just happy to be on this adventure with you.” He grins. “The mountain, caves, and castle can wait - we’ll go at whatever pace is comfortable for you, my sweet sun. You’ll get used to the terrain soon. And a couple days from now, when it’s not possible to trek any further on foot, we’ll use our brooms.”

Kate stretches out her arm, running her fingertips along the wildflowers as they walk. “I’m glad I have such an expert guide for my first camping trip.”

Sebastian noisily kicks a little rock in his way, and suddenly, a doe and fawn bound out of their hiding place among the tall grasses. Kate gasps, smiling, and follows them with her eyes until they disappear from view, absolutely mesmerized.

When Kate and Sebastian finally reach the top of the hill, the muscles in her legs are burning.

“Maybe we could take a break for lunch, Seb,” Kate suggests. “I could use a rest.”

“That sounds good. I’m famished,” he agrees.

Sebastian and Kate each pull out a small bag from their pockets, then cast charms to enlarge them. Sebastian fishes through the many compartments of his satchel in search of a blanket on which they can sit and enjoy a picnic. Kate opens her bag, which has turned into a large trunk equipped with an extension charm. She places it on the ground, then steps inside of it, disappearing as she climbs down a ladder. Inside is essentially a tiny cellar. On one side of the room, there is a closet, with clothing folded and organized. Another wall holds various grooming tools and potions, medicines (just in case), and other miscellaneous items that might come in handy. Finally, the third has all kinds of food and beverages, organized perfectly by course.

Kate returns to the Highlands, where Sebastian is laying on the blanket, staring up at the clouds with his hands behind his head. She smiles at him, carrying a basket with items for their picnic. She sits down and organizes it all - apple cider, ham and cheddar sandwiches, fresh strawberries, and sliced cucumbers.

“This is perfect,” Sebastian tells her with his mouth already full. “Are you certain we have enough food packed for the whole journey?”

“Yes, Sebastian, I’m positive!” She laughs, recalling how much convincing was necessary to just let her handle the food on their trip.

“Well, I’m going to really tuck in, then,” he quickly replies, popping a cucumber slice into his mouth.

As hungry as Sebastian is, he makes sure that Kate has her fill before eagerly chowing down on whatever is left.

“If this was not enough, I have plenty more food in my trunk,” she informs him.

“No, this was just right,” he murmurs before gulping down the rest of the cider in his cup. “Thank you for lunch.”

Sebastian helps Kate clean up and follows her inside her extendable trunk. There’s hardly enough room for the both of them. He looks around in wonder at how organized the tiny space is.

“You’re quite prepared,” he notes.

“Quite. I always am,” she replies, setting down their now clean plates.

She turns around carefully to face him, which is quite a task in this space that is really meant for just one person. “But what about you?” she asks, her tone turning flirty. “Are you always prepared?”

Sebastian looks taken aback when Kate’s hands reach around his hips to grip his arse and pull his groin flush against her. He quickly recovers, flashing her a devilish smile. His hands trail from her hips to her abdomen to her ribs, finally settling over her breasts.

Leaning down to her ear, he rasps, “I may have been taken by surprise here, Miss Mayflower, but I am always up for whatever you are willing to give.”

Pulling her face to his, Sebastian captures her lips hungrily. Kate reciprocates, deepening the kiss. She keens loudly as he lays kisses down her neck and back up again while squeezing her tits. Her hands travel up his back, pulling him closer and closer to her until there is no space between their bodies. His tongue runs along her bottom lip and then enters her mouth. He pushes Kate roughly against the wall, rattling the dishware. Suddenly, a little cup falls, shattering on the floor, completely breaking the spell of arousal.

“Oh!” Kate cries out. “Shit.”

Sebastian pulls back as she examines the cup, giving her as much space as is possible in the tiny storage closet. “Sorry,” he murmurs, breathing heavily. “I’m sure it can be fixed…”

Kate pulls out her wand. “Reparo.”

The shattered pieces of glass lift from the ground and regain the shape of a teacup. She uses her wand to levitate it back to the high shelf where it belongs.

Her heart rate finally begins to slow back down. “I suppose we should get back to what we were doing… it’s probably time to continue on our travels, right?”

Sebastian nods in reluctant affirmation, coming down from his high. “We still have a long way to go until we reach the forest. We probably won’t arrive there until around dinner time.”

Kate closes her eyes and sighs. “Then, yes, we should move on.”

Sebastian nods again; she gestures for him to climb the ladder. She follows close behind, silently cursing the teacup.

Kate is relieved to be no longer walking uphill, but there is no forest in sight, which means it will be a long trek. It will be the same scenery for quite some time - tall grasses, wildflowers, and mountains in the distance.

“I have an idea to pass the time,” she said cheerfully. “I want to know everything about you. What better time to ask each other questions?”

“I’m up for it.”

Kate grins, then looks up at the sky, deciding on her first question. “Hmmmm….I’ll start. Birthday.”

“31st of October,” Sebastian replies.

“That’s Halloween!” Kate exclaims. “You were born on Halloween?!”

“Yes,” he answers, smiling. “Everyone in my family always thought it was perfect that Anne and I were born on Halloween - the day of mischief. I love that my birthday is celebrated on the day when the barrier between the mundane world and the mysterious is blurred.”

“I like that,” Kate notes. “And you probably remember meeting me on my birthday - May the 19th.”

“I’ll never forget it,” Sebastian affirms, taking her hand in his. “One of the most important days of my life. Really, Kate.”

She blushes. For a moment, they walk quietly.

“I suppose it’s my turn. What is your favorite meal?” Sebastian asks.

Kate deliberates in her mind. “It depends what you mean. Dessert is my favorite meal of the day. I love sweets.” She laughs, and he joins in. “I love ice cream, which you know. But outside of dessert, I would say my absolute favorite meal is roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and fresh, soft dinner rolls. You?”

“I love ice cream, too. I mean, who doesn’t?” He grins. “For a meal - probably meat pies. I like savory meat mixed with a buttery, flaky crust.”

“Favorite color?” Kate asks next.

“Dark green,” Sebastian answers without thinking.

“That suits you. It makes me think of forests and pine trees - and the journey we’re on at this moment! And for me, yellow. It makes me think of happiness.”

“I figured that,” Sebastian replies, squeezing her hand. “Miss Yellow Personified. Now, since you love books and reading so much, what is your favorite genre?”

“Oh! That is a difficult question. I like so many different genres, but I do like fiction. I hope you don’t look down on me for this, but I especially love romantic stories. Tales of adventure are good, too. If a book has both, it’s a winner for me. How about you, Sebastian?”

“I honestly like a number of genres but adventure and mystery most of all. I like to guess the culprit and see if I’m right,” he explains.

“I see! Are you familiar with Sherlock Holmes? He’s a character in muggle literature - a detective. The stories are fascinating,” she tells him excitedly.

“I’ve heard of Sherlock Holmes, but I haven’t read any of the stories. I’m not all that familiar with muggle literature, but I’m interested,” he admits. “I know you’ll teach me a lot about it over time.”

“I’ll procure a copy. Let it be a gift from me to you,” Kate suggests, smiling.

“Sure,” he agrees. A few moments later, he asks, “What do you like to do on a day off of work when it’s raining outside?”

“Hmmm… Sleep in late and not worry at all about the time. Then, I might do some baking. Afterwards, I might read while listening to some music, and then I’d take a long, warm bubble bath before bed.”

“That sounds lovely, and you had better invite me over to join in with you one day. A bubble bath with you sounds like a dream come true, my love,” he says with a wicked smile.

“You insatiable man!” Kate chides, purposely bumping into him.

“You aren’t wrong - I am insatiable when it comes to you!” Sebastian laughs. Then, his voice becomes low. “My perfect rainy day… would be one spent in bed with you, sunshine.”

She blushes, but then, she considers it and realizes that she’d want that, too. “I feel the same,” she replies in a quiet voice.

“Of course, I like to read and listen to music, too. You could cook and bake for me while I spend time studying. I’d happily fill my belly with your delicious food.” He smiles. “Any time I spend with you is my favorite. In all seriousness, I think… I think I have been alone for so long that I had forgotten what having a real connection with another person is like. I’m so happy to have met you, Kate. I don’t want to go through life alone anymore.”

“Nor I,” she replies, squeezing his hand. “I love you, Sebastian.”

“I love you, too.”

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #aged up sebastian sallow #aged up sebastian #hl fanfiction #hogwarts legacy oc #hl oc

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ijayway · 8 months

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Mr. Henderson

I tried in school, I promise you I did. I did well in almost every subject, I just couldn’t do math. I always struggled in the subject, but senior year is particularly hard because of Mr. Henderson.

He was a little over six feet tall and had a deep voice. It was clear he worked out, his workout bag was usually in the corner of the classroom.

His one downfall is his odor. Like I said, he is very attractive, but sometimes he simply smelled bad. I had him later in the day, and sometimes he would workout on his lunch break. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, because he obviously doesn’t shower before going back to teaching. One time he accidentally opened his gym bag and I was able to smell his shoes on the other side of the room. I hated bad smells, especially feet.

“Jake, meet me after class, alright?”

I knew what this meant, I failed another test. I stayed in my seat after the final bell and listened to all my classmates head home for the day. I go up to his desk and sit in the chair next to it. Once the room cleared, Mr Henderson stood up and closed the door. I started to grow nervous when I heard him lock the door and pull down the blinds.

“Jake, you failed another test. A 40 percent, seriously? We spent so much time going after this, what the heck happened?”

I have my head down in shame, I am passionate about school and disappointing a teacher is upsetting.

“I’m sorry, sir. I tried really hard, I promise I did”.

He cuts me off, not accepting my promise to the truth.

“Honestly, I don’t really believe you. I see the way you dose off in class, whats the deal?”

“I really don’t know, I’m sorry”.

The truth is, I am looking at him more than paying attention in class. I just can’t help myself sometimes.

“Well, I am sick of wasting my time. It’s clear that you aren’t getting it and don’t seem to give a crap”

I am shocked at this raise in aggression, he doesn’t ever get like this. He has always been so nice and helpful, I don’t understand what is going on.

“No sir! I promise I do care, I really do!”

“Well Jake, you’re about to fail my class and not be eligible to graduate”

I start to full on panic at this response, I knew it was bad but I did know it was that bad.

“Please Me Henderson! I’ll do anything for extra credit, please!”

I am full on begging at this point, I cannot fail and repeat senior year.

“Well lucky for you I came up with the perfect extra credit assignment”. For the first time, his tone changes from aggression, but now its more devious. My eyes widen once he dropped his sweaty gym bag on his desk in front of me.

“Ever since you asked me to move you away from Nick and closer to the window, it started noticed other weird shit you did. You constantly use hand sanitizer and are always chewing gum.”

Its true, I was a germaphobe, I didn’t think it was that noticeable. Clearly it was, and it pissed Mr. Henderson off.

“Obviously you got a weird thing with being a little gross. Aren’t you a man? Why are you so concerned about little germs, when you can do simple math!”

Tear start quickly streaming down my face as Mr. Henderson degrades me. I thought he liked me, but he just sees me as a weak, feeble excuse for a man.

“So, here’s what you’re going to do. You are going to learn what a real man smells and taste like and earn extra credit. I got a bag full of sweaty gym gear behind me, stuff that hasn’t been washed all week. 1 minute earned a half point extra credit. You need all the points you can to get to a passing grade, and just a 100 on this exam isn’t going to be nearly enough”

“Please sir, don’t make me do this! There has to be another way!”

I am full on sobbing at this point, I really don’t want to deal with his stench.

He then gets closer and smacks me in the face. He is now fully pissed off, I start to realize I have no other choice.

“No, there isn’t. Its obviously you’re a lost cause in math, I’m not wasting any more time trying to teach you. I’m already willing to stay two hours after school on a Friday to help you, be fucking grateful.”

Accepting I have no other way, I slowly pick up his shoes and start to inhale. I can only manage a few seconds before I throw myself in a coughing fit, close to throwing up. Mr. Henderson starts to laugh at my reaction to his disgusting shoe.

“Better get back to it! Like I said, there isn’t a lot of time left his semester.”

I bring the shoe back up to my face, accepting my face.

“Oh! I also got some other stuff to smell and lick if you get bored of my workout gear”

“Also, smelling and licking my feet for at least 30 minutes a day is mandatory if you want any of this to count.”

#malefeet #footmaster #sweaty socks

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jules-and-company · 8 months

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aye you thought i was done with tas ? i will never be free from this torment.

season 2. unfortunately. maybe after watching that i can finally move on and stop being haunted by this fucking stupid cartoon

episode 1 : spock deadly ill, another one for the follow-up episode bingo.

jim, calling starfleet command : pickuppickuppickup

starfleet command : oh my god what do you want

jim : RING RING MOTHERFUCKERS ALL HANDS ON DECK MY BOYFRIEND IS DYING

starfleet command : again ?!?!?

bones, it's been four seasons. we know you care about him. "don't worry, we'll get the cure soon" there's twenty minutes left of the episode out of twenty-seven. will you though. "what good doctors even are ? without our drugs and technology, i might as well be practising in the middle ages." "if you really believed that, bones, you wouldn't still be practising after 25 years." can y'all stop. with bones's complicated relationship with his job. please. oh and there's bomb asteroids too. oooh girl you know it's about to go down when jim kirk starts citing precise passages of diplomatic conferences. you know how you can tell that bones was WORRIED SICK that this time they would really lose spock ? because the second he's better they start arguing about whose constitution is better between vulcan and human (and spock of course saying he prefers vulcan) and bones just goes "he's as stubborn as ever..." and has the most sincere, warm laughter. thank u tas for this and solely for this.

episode 2 : shady "observer" aboard the ship, call him lego alien the way his body is detachable.

it's only now that you ask yourself this question ?

this show isn't real

and now they're talking to god. not that it's unusual

kirk and spock : *are in danger*

scotty :

"i am humbled" brother I am humbled by the amount of madshit crazy content i've been absorbing for the past four hours.

episode 3 : it has been exactly seven seconds of episode. they're already being attacked. romulans btw. they're going through an big ass energy fold and scotty is WORRIED

they're having a little party <3. "we used to pull that off all the time at medical school, with trick glasses" sir respectfully what the fuck were you doing back at the academy when you weren't studying. you know the crew is T I R E D when food falling off of your fork is enough to send an entire table of senior officers into a fit of laughter.

this show ain't real part 2

whoever is waging the prank war is DETERMINED. i love that bones uhura and sulu seem to regularly have time-off together, besties. there's a holodeck ??? i fucking knew it ! they never showed that on tos but i fucking knew it was there. it's the ship's computer who became sentient who's waging the prank war, not only does it have terrible humour but it also said "fuck around and find out" to spock. jim cannot believe he's being sassed by his own ship's computer. "when i find out who's the clown behind all this, i'll put him in sickbay for a week !" is the most bones threat ever.

this show ain’t real part 3

why is bones so weak to the cold like my man is always « leave me alone to die i’m frostbitten anyways ». the enterprise truly is a little fucker because now she’s getting revenge on the romulans by sending them on a wild-goose chase after an enterprise-shaped balloon. jimmy boy why are you having a panic attack on bridge ??? how it was a counterprank.

#don’t think you can escape i’m not done #star trek

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inkovert · 1 year

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Haven't shared an excerpt in a while, and it's been a minute since I shared one of Cami and Mira's friendship so ya:

CW: mentions of abusive relationship

“You’re mad at me.”

I flinched at the sound of Mira’s voice. She hadn’t spoken since we’d left school.

“What?”

“It’s all my fault. I got you into so much trouble. I’m sorry. I made her mad and then she took it out on you and…and Coach Hayes and now you’re in trouble. You’ve never been in trouble. I’m sorry that I —“

I clasped her hands between mine. “I’m not mad at you. I made the choice to get involved and to leave. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Please, don’t apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” She flinched. “Sorry, I —“

I pulled her gently into me, wrapping my arms around her. “I love you and you have nothing to apologize for. I’m not mad at you, I swear.” She hooked her arms underneath mine and hugged me back.

I pulled away. “Why don’t we get you upstairs? I’ll make you some tea.”

As I was ushering her toward the steps, Jeremy came barreling downstairs.

“Y’all are back already? Did the car wash end early or something?”

Mira’s muscles stiffened beneath my hands. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

He blinked at her. “What?”

I quickly jumped in. “Jer, do you mind making her some tea?” Reading the unanswered question in his expression, I added, “She’s…not feeling well.”

He backed up with hands raised. “Oh no, I cannot afford to get sick. We have a game next week.”

I resisted the urge to snap at him for the insensitivity. He didn’t know better. “Just make her some tea and bring it upstairs, please? Something herbal.”

I sat Mira down on my bed and scoured the room for some comfortable clothes to change into.

I handed her a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. “Here you go.”

She changed silently and I looked on in concern. Once she’d slipped into bed, there was a light knock on my door.

Jeremy practically tossed the tea into my hands. “No offense but if you could keep your distance for the next couple of days in case you catch anything, that’d be cool of you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Jer, she’s not physically sick.”

He furrowed his brows. “Huh?”

“Something happened at the carwash and she’s…not handling it well.”

“Oh. What happened? Is she gonna be okay?”

I glanced back at Mira, legs pulled up to her chest, face buried in her lap. “I hope so.”

Walking over to my bed, I sat beside her and lightly touched her arm. She flinched, head shooting up to look at me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Here’s your tea.”

She clasped her hands around the mug and rested it in her lap.

“Is there…is there anything I can do?”

She sat very still for a moment before offering a subtle shake of her head. Her eyes were tinged pink and weighed down by unshed tears; the light within them had dimmed.

My heart sank. I hated this. Looking on at my friend who was clearly hurting and feeling so…helpless. A stab of guilt hit me as I realized I was finally getting a taste of what Mira had probably felt dealing with me over the last year.

“I hate what she’s done to me.” She sniffled, her voice came out slow and strained, barely above a whisper. “I’ve become this shell of a person. Pretending to be this bold, confident badass when I spend every millisecond of every day second-guessing every move I make. I’m nothing more than a fraud.” Teeth clenched, her lips curled with a sneer.

I was seized by the urge to correct her, but I refrained, allowing her the space to talk.

“Some days I wish I never met her. Wish I didn’t have to pick up these pieces she left behind and rebuild myself into…God knows what. I don’t even remember who I was before I met her and that terrifies me. But you know what makes it so much worse?” My chest grew tight when her shimmering dark eyes fell on me. “I don’t hate her. I can’t hate her. After everything she’s done to me, I can’t stop myself from feeling like it was all my fault.”

I set her tea aside and pulled her into my chest. In between her quiet sobs, I heard the subtle sound of my heart breaking.

#MDE excerpts #wip: MDE #creative writing #my writing #they are such ride or die friends for each other #and reading their scenes warms my heart <3

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boy-under-the-sage-bush · 1 year

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From what I know, I have no clue why this happening. I believe it’s due to her birthday being tomorrow and then the song we used to listen to together. I have no clue what will happen if I listen to the artist we both liked, I’m scared to, I’m already feeling the sensation in my stomach, it’s been happening a lot more lately, first it scared with when Mr S was around and that was simply because I didn’t want to get in trouble for my piercings but now it’s constant and never ending. I always feel like throwing up or crying, I can hardly breath in this school and it hurts every inch of my body. Maybe I should get more help but I just can’t, I don’t know who to turn to or how to get people to believe me. How am I meant to be an adult when I cannot even look a man in the eye?

Sometimes I wonder if I will actually leave this town, leave my home, leave everything behind… But I don’t think I can, I know this here, it’s peaceful and understandable. I wanna be able to support my mother, support my spending habits, support myself but I don’t have it in me to become a 9-5er, I cant let myself become one of those people, I need to become something, something that’ll make my family proud but I’m lazy and I don’t know what’s happening around me. I just sit here and stare at a pc screen, letting the world go by.

Hell sometimes I wonder if I’m actually meant to do anything with my life… sometimes I wonder if I’m even alive, everything around me makes me so nervous and sick, I feel like I’m alone in a world full of lonely people but in a different way, the way you feel alone when you don’t know anyone at a party or the way you feel alone when you go to school and now of your friends are there, the kind of lonely that happens when your friend group don’t include you in the discussion but you’re still sitting with them. I feel the kind of lonely that makes life seem darker, more morbid, even sadder and crueller than what you woke up in. Is it really the life an 18yr old is meant to be living? Is it the kind of life that anyone should be living?

I read once that people with mental illness simply see the world for how it truly is, not how everyone wants to see it. I relate to that, everyone talks about how year 12 is the most important thing but how can it be when kids are literally trying to kill themselves in school bathrooms or kids are dropping out because teachers have given up on them. In what world is what we look like more important then if we want to kill ourselves or if we’re about to fail school? I wonder if they really care about the students they have, sometimes I look around at my classmates and think “How have we gotten this far?” I like to think that it’s because we all have at least one person who cares but looking around even closer at these kids… I don’t think they do, the eating disorders, the bullying, all the failing classes. No one cares about us, they just care about how we represent them has parents, teachers, and schools.

Everything about the kids I go to school with says that maybe I’m right, maybe I’m not meant to be someone, maybe I’m just meant to live in a cottage and be a hermit, someone people tell their kids “oh I don’t know what happened to him”, maybe I’m meant to die, someone who tried so hard that he burnt out, someone whose life was simply for the good times and not the long times, someone who is meant to be a memory and not someone in people’s lives. A sweet memory of an easier time.

I think about this often, just as often as I think of my best friend, a young man studying biology in the city, four hours away from me. He’s my best part: nice, helpful, intelligent, and friendly. Or I’m the bad parts of him; loud, standoffish, annoying, angry, obsessive. It doesn’t matter, we’re two parts of a puzzle that was maybe never meant to be complete.

#mental health #lonely #help #rant post

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dull-c · 2 years

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right so, i have had a Super Fun week archiving 40 years worth of actual paper author contracts for work (kill meeee) + sorting last minute biz for little sissas wedding. subsequently I have only squeezed in a few rewatches over the last few days, and am generally existing on caffeine and fumes, so there’s absolutely nothing of substance coming outta this head rn. but! regardless! some incoherent Thoughts on some eps from my one semi-functioning brain cell under the cut

previously on the bad show......... daniel: you look good man! you look hot, sorry i mean sorry you still, sorry- got you got that- you still got that great ass, sorry, i mean you look fucken edible, sorry i mean sorry i wanna kiss you johnny: [takes this personally for some reason] //there is no kissing and everyone is mad about it//

1x04 -“the 15 inch, that’s a nice machine” makes me laugh every time. ahh yes indeed the 15 incher. Yes. That one. Almost as good as the 250 GBer. i know about computers. what are the other staff in this store DOING -kinda home of sexual that billboard thing huh? you working through some stuff jlawz? i love the idea of him not only drawing a 5 meter long paint dick on daniel’s face, but also his karate pamphlets trailing behind him all the way like drunken breadcrumbs -i just need you to know that i laughed at every single dick joke in this episode

-gonna skip right past the poop thing i think -and kyler’s 30 year old HS friend -daniel reacting a normal amount to graffiti on his billboard, nothing to see here. he’s fine he’s fine he’s kicking drinks outta peoples hands he’s ruining livelihoods he’s fine -tom cole definitely voted for trump both times -i cannot tell you how angry i was the first time i watched this and that jlawz big “no do overs” speech was revealed to be directed at carmen and miguel. sir i know you got trauma but try that hard with YOUR ACTUAL SON please -daniel: that’s too bad :D that you broke up with kyler :DDDD really sorry to hear!! [is happiest babygirl alive]

1x05 -do some yoga jlawz, it’ll be good for you!! -oh no robby buying pizza for his ma. he got the one she likes. baby boi :((( -gonna scoot past the lynne stuff but i repeat, i’m glad they pumped the brakes on this shit in later seasons bc this aint it!!! -daniel raising the rent on poor folks and then deliberately going to johnny to rub it and/ or his wealth in his face is objectively some supervillain nonsense, but if they wanted me to not like him in this scene maybe they shouldn’t have made him look so hot. i’m very shallow and dumb and he look sexy when he mean -“i guess sam takes after her dad.” kyler’s a gronk but credit where it’s due, that was a sick burn.

-okay daniel talking to miyagi at his grave > cleaning out the dojo > going back to karate > panflutes > hachimaki etc made me do an embarrassingly big cry. my brain is not in any shape to verbalise this rn but something about him fucking up, realizing it and heading to a cemetery and talking to miyagi all vulnerable like that really did a number on my feelings, especially coming right out of the tkk movies rewatch. he misses him so much ;_;

1x06 -boooo kreese sucks, even in flashbacks and when I can’t see his face. -“my dad hates [daniel larusso’s] guts” ok was jlawz just talking about daniel constantly the full 30+ years?? no wonder robby is mad, if every time he actually saw him he was like “hi dad!” and dad launched into an hour long rant about one guy from high school he interacted with a total of four times and three of those four times was him beating him up -demetri is a big vibe. love my beloved garbage disaster man, but pretty sure if I met him irl i would pretty quickly be like ‘ok buddy, for sure! yeah strike hard totally. anyway…. [already out the door] seeya!!’ -daniel asking everyone to do karate with him including his employees trying to fill that miyagi void is such an understatedly sad part of this episode. my old mens both so sad. ilu please go to therapy -miguel and sam are freaking adorable awkward babies and i would die for them -robby trying to use daniel to get back at his dad and then instantly imprinting on him is so funny. being charmed by daniel larusso is in the genes somehow -(not to be shallow ((is shallow)) but daniel looks so baby in that bit where robby comes to the house) -you know that scene in not another teen movie where they’re like “oh my god she’s wearing glasses! and overalls! and her hair is tied back!!”? the Hawk scene gives that in reverse vibes. like GASP, he gelled his hair!! and put on skinny jeans!!!

1x07 -it’s a montaaaage! -miguel no offense my sweet summer child but do not ask jlawz for advice on romance. his idea of courting is just obsessively brooding about them for 30 years and then when he finally sees them again stomping on their foot and running away -daniel being like “it was a solid business plan!” (re little trees) is so so daniel. i am gonna chew my own arm off i love this bouncy little pretend guy so hard -the UST in the committee meeting is off the charts. please stop looking at each other like that in public (also daniel being like OH GIMMIE A BREAK when jlawz said ‘kreese is dead’ is honestly the funniest thing in all of season 1. maybe the entire series) -i’m getting ahead of myself, but the golf and stuff montage has made me think – it’s kinda weird that they went with ali and jlawz going there in s3, right? idk miguel and sam is a cute little parallel to the movie, but A & J going there seems…. strange to me. although not any stranger than anything else they’ve done re: the original movie ig? hmm. anyway! weird thought to end things on, but sometimes it do be like that. will resume normal rewatching transmissions on the weekend. might even have an actual coherent thought or two on something after I catch up on some sleep! i have high hopes

#claire rewatches the 35 year slow burn #rewatch 1x04 - 1x07 #tired edition

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Chapter 6 Eddies little groupie

In which Eddie is a very affectionate and possessive boyfriend and you cannot convince me otherwise also there’s some underage drinking plz don’t do that. Also ft Robin and Vickie and Laila and Steve so I guess that kinda makes it a double date?

TW- drug use, alcohol consumption, a drunk guy getting handsy.

Charlie begged her dad for Tuesday off with Eddie, claiming to have never taken a holiday off and working while sick unless she had a fever or was puking. “What if I could offer a sub, or even a few” Eddie mused, fiddling with his rings. Thinking of a few hellfire club members who owed him a favor or two.

Charlie raised a brow, shocked he was willing to cash in his favors for her. “Henderson , Wheeler, Sinclair and Byers. They can organize stuff and carry boxes so all you would have to do is run the register. They’re good listeners, take orders well.” Eddie elaborated trying to convince him. Mr Jenkins had waved him off, saying there was no need, and that he was happy to just close up shop early Tuesday so Charlie could go see him play. He could use a day off, but he might take him up on those subs if it became a regular thing.

She had a conference call with Laila and Robin that night, begging for them to join her at the hideout for the show Tuesday night. She was feeling nervous about their first public outing as a couple outside of school and could use the reinforcements. They had both agreed with only a little pleading from their redheaded friend. Robin volunteered Vickie as their designated driver, claiming that she owed her and refused to elaborate on it.

The girls started to plan their outfits, robin looking forward to the excuse to break in her new converses. Laila had complained she had nothing to wear. Seeing as she was just downstairs in the video store to close that night, Charlie insisted she come up to her room and raid her closet to find the perfect outfit.

the next day -

When school ended on Tuesday, in what was becoming their routine , Eddie met her outside her class and led her to his van. She carried a small duffel with her change of clothes for the show. She wore a Metallica shirt she had stolen from him, a pair of high waisted denim shorts and his red flannel wrapped around her waist and her usual docs on her feet. Her hair was up in a banana clip, little curls had fallen loose through the day. he just couldn’t get enough of her, it gave him a rush to see her in his shirt, with his love bites visible poking out under the edge of her clothes, and clearly on display on her slender throat.

His fingers were tracing shapes along her thigh as soon as he got her into the van. She giggled and playfully pushed his hands away as they pulled out into the main road.” Focus on the road, I want us to make it to graduation in one piece.” She whined, as he took his usual route back to the trailer park.

When they arrived, Eddie cut the engine and slid out to open her door, grabbing her ass firmly as soon as she climbed out. She swatted at his hands, laughing and spinning to offer him a kiss before they went inside. Swinging open the door and guiding her in, Eddie placed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. He twisted a loose curl around his finger, before guiding her back towards his bedroom. she chuckled and rolled her eyes “Again, already? “ she teased, making him laugh and nod. “Always, but I actually wanted to introduce you to someone.”

She coughed and glanced up at him. “Eds I’m really not down for a three way.” She looked worriedly up at him. He snorted and shook his head.” No sweetheart, I just wanted to introduce you to the only other lady in my life, my guitar.” He motioned to the beautiful Warlock electric guitar hung above his dresser. Her eyes slid over the photo of her wedged in the corner of the mirror behind it, before landing on the beautiful instrument. She had noticed it when she was there last, but hadn’t gotten a chance to fully admire it.

She stared at it for a moment, transfixed. Before she turned to him , fingers reached to trace his jaw. “Play me something?” He smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. “You are going to see the band play in just a few hours…”he started, already moving to pull her down off the wall. Charlie nodded slowly. “but I want a private show” She requested, sticking out her lower lip to pout at him and he couldn’t deny her anything.

He got her set up and connected to the amp, His fingers hovered over the strings, glancing up at her. He slowly started a riff from seek and destroy to watch her reaction, before slowly picking up speed and intensity. She moved to sit on the floor at his feet watching his fingers dance over the strings attentively. Her hands wrapped around his calf and her chin rested on his knee, as close to him as she could get without getting in the way of the music.

He had to stop as he got distracted feeling her breath on his thigh through his jeans “You are too much” he groaned, making her laugh softly. She played dumb “ What, you don’t like the groupie stare? You better get used to it , being a Rockstar it kinda comes with the territory.” He chuckled, swallowing thickly.

He stood quickly , careful to not knock her over, as he moved to set his guitar back above his dresser where she was safe. Charlie hoisted herself back onto his bed, crooking a finger at him and that was all it took. He ran across the room, jumping onto the bed laughing and burying his face in her shoulder, kissing the skin he could reach, tugging at the collar of his shirt she was wearing so well. She shrieked and held him close, her nails dragging down his back pulling him even closer.

The banging of a car door slamming followed shortly by the trailer door swinging open and shut jolted them out of their haze. Eddie groaned against her skin “my uncle “ and she bolted upright, tugging her shirt back into place.” Oh shit, what do we do?” She gasped and he laughed, shrugging. “Introduce you to my family. That’s what boyfriends do right?” He stood up and pulled her to her feet at his side. “ I’m back here practicing for the gig, be right out!” He called, pressing a kiss to the side of her head and wrapping an arm around her shoulders before leading her out into the living room

“Hey Wayne, I want you to meet somebody. This is my girl Charlotte.” Charlie smiled shyly from under Eddie’s arm. “Charlie is fine, Hi, it's nice to meet you.” she waved a hand awkwardly. “ You must be the young lady he was waiting up to get a call from the other night, never seen him like that before” he teased and chuckled, confirming her earlier suspicions and offering a hand out to her kindly. “Nice to meet you, I’m Wayne Munson. It’s nice to know somebody is capable of having a good impact on him. Heard you got him a real job.” She shook his hand and nodded “well my dad did, but I helped.”

He shrugged and smiled, eyes crinkling “ either way, I’m grateful, not everybody has been so willing to give him another shot after everything that happened. God knows he deserves it.” She could tell the isolation and hate that his nephew was experiencing truly hurt him too.” I’m not here long just stopping in to get my work boots. I’m off to my shift. So nice to meet you, Charlie. Have a good show, be safe.” And after collecting his things he was out the door, leaving them alone again.

They had just enough time to grab a shower, roll a few joints and smoke one before it was time to go set up for the show. Charlie paired one of her favorite leopard print skirts and some fishnets and usual docs with one of Eddie’s many spare hellfire shirts at his insistence, so everyone would know she was his. They loaded up his gear into the van, well he did , and she sat there looking pretty, which were Eddie’s exact instructions when she asked if she could help with anything.

As they pulled out into the road, she sparked a joint , leaning over to exhale her smoke into his face as they stopped at a light. “ you are my fucking dream girl” he groaned as she placed the joint between his lips with a cocky smile. “Yeah, I am pretty great, huh?”She agreed. He pulled on the joint and blew smoke out of his nose. “Are you excited to watch us play tonight?” He inquired, passing her back the joint and squeezing her thigh, making a little squeak escape her lips. She nodded and hummed in reply “very very excited. I can’t wait to watch my big bad rockstar kick ass on stage.” He smiled and gave her thigh another firm squeeze.

She laced her fingers with his on her thigh as she took a few lazy pulls on the joint before placing it between his lips. He took one last drag before passing it back and telling her she could finish it off. He preferred to have a little bit of clarity on stage and didn’t want to miss a bit of her in the pit watching him play, or mess up master of puppets and embarrass himself in front of his 5 regulars drunks.

When they arrived at the bar, the parking lot was by no means full but they could already hear the rowdy crowd yelling inside. They met up with the rest of the band in the back alley, and shot the shit for a brief moment before starting the process of unloading.

Charlie lit a cigarette and sat on the wooden crates piled up next to the dumpster to smoke it. She wore a disgruntled expression because Eddie had once again refused to let her help. “ you know I lift heavy crates at work all the time, right?” She inquired , handing him the half smoked cigarette when he paused to take a breather after carrying his amp inside. “ I know you could help, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you.” He said with a smirk, shaking his sweaty hair in her direction and stealing and finishing off her cigarette.

About half an hour later Charlie sat on the edge of the stage, a beer between her knees as Eddie, Gareth and Jeff started to get their equipment set up. She knew her friends wouldn’t be there for a few more minutes and was content to just enjoy watching him in his element. He was joking with his friends, laughing loudly as Gareth almost knocked over his own drum kit.

Eddie finished tuning and doing sound check before he settled on the stage behind her, nuzzling her neck. “ y’doin okay gorgeous?” He asked against her skin and she nodded happily. She giggled as his hair tickled her, offering him a sip of her beer. He accepted gratefully, taking a swing before handing it back.

“I think your friends just got here, just in time too because we’re about to start up.” He spun her around in his arms to press a firm kiss to her lips, she smiled into him and reached up to grab a handful of his hair as she kissed him back.

“Do great, have fun. I’ll be right there“ she pointed to the pit in front of the stage with a reassuring smile. He pecked her lips once more before releasing her from his embrace. She offered him her favorite black bandana from her jacket pocket. He tied it around his head to hold his hair back and collect his sweat so it didn’t drip in his eyes, smiling at her.

“Want me to grab beers for you and the boys?“ she asked and he nodded gratefully. She hopped off the stage, and he watched her ass intently. So intently in fact, Gareth had to smack the back of his head to get his attention back on the band.

She chuckled, joining her friends at the bar and watching him goof off on stage with friends as they warmed up. Robin and Vickie sat at the bar, sitting close enough they could hear each other but not close enough to draw any unwanted attention, not that anyone was paying attention in a place like the hideout. Steve leaned on the bar next to Laila“ Hey guys, you made it okay? “ She called out to them with a sheepish smile.

Robin made a disgusted face and shrugged “I almost wish I hadn’t, the floor is sticky Char. Why is it so damn sticky!? These are new shoes! “ Vickie laughed but patted Robins arm, glancing at Charlie apologetically “ you are ridiculous, have a drink and try to chill out.” Charlie suggested, turning to Harrington and Laila “Want a beer?” She asked , waving down the older bartender who knew the deal and handed her 5 beers and came back a moment later with a few more for the band members. Laila nodded gratefully and took a swig of her beer as soon as she got it.

They were just getting ready to start so Charlie grabbed them and hurried to place them at the edge of the stage, Smiling up at Eddie proudly. He blew her a dramatic kiss as he grabbed them, before turning back to the band passing them out , letting everyone hydrate before kicking off their first song.

Charlie gathered her friends to the floor amongst the drunks and she even got Robin to head bang a little. Eddie was truly a guitar god and it made her drool a little bit watching how quickly his fingers danced across the strings. “Close your mouth, you’ll attract flies” Robin teased over the music, gently pushing her friend's jaw back upright.

Charlie laughed sheepishly and reached over to clink their bottles together. “Thanks again, for coming out. Means a lot to me.” She was genuinely happy . She couldn’t remember another time in her life that made her feel like this. Not a football game , school dance or house party had the same energy as jumping around in a mosh pit with your friends to your boyfriends band. It was like a John Hughes movie, but better! Vickie and Robin had their arms around each other as they jumped up and down to the beat of the music, it made Charlie smile to see her friend acting so carefree.

She glanced over at Steve and Laila and was surprised to see they were dancing too, Steve holding on to Lailas fingers and spinning her around him. She admired how even though he was completely out of his element, he was making an effort. Laila spun in a circle under his arm, laughing as he grasped her waist and dropped her into a dip. It didn’t match the music style at all, but her best friend was having the time of her life. “ So you never told me your favorite movie” Steve informed her as he spun her again, fingers grazing her waist as he made sure not to let her spin too fast or far away. She looked taken aback by his question so he reiterated ” the recommendation shelf at work, I noticed you didn't label it, so I don’t know which one is yours” He and she shrugged shyly .

The song was ending so they moved to a table. “ it’s gotta be the brat pack film right? My money is on sixteen candles.” Steve brought it back up as they nursed their beers. “I think a person's favorite movie says a lot about them and while I love molly ringwald, that’s not it.” She began “my favorite movie is actually the shining.” Steve’s eyes widened at that and he propped his head up on his hands, leaning his elbows on the table. “ wow really I was way off.” He offered her a smile. “ I love the horror of course, but what I love most is the depth of it, the unexpected. The part that’s hidden under the part everybody sees. That’s what I love about the shining, plus Shelly Duvall is so talented! “ she was rambling now but he had asked for it. “ what about you? Let me guess… American jiggalo? “ and Steve nearly choked on his beer.

Charlie watched in amazement as Eddie played her new favorite song he introduced her to, master of puppets by Metallica. It was new and had only been out a few months and he was obsessed with it. He had been obsessively practicing and perfecting the tabs, playing along anytime it came on the radio, most of the time he was the one requesting it. He grinned up at her between riffs, offering her a cheeky wink as he sang along. It gave her chills and she knew she had a dopey smile on her face.

Vickie and Robin slowly made their way towards the dimly lit corner of the bar as the song ended, clearly trying to find a dark spot to makeout in. Steve scoffed as he noticed their departure ,turning to laila he offered her a winning smile. “Alright Lai, let's grab another round.” He rested his hand on her shoulder to steer her back to the bar. As they set up camp on the furthest bar stools from the stage so they could actually hear their own thoughts, Steve spoke again “So, we’ve been working together for a while now, but I feel like I don’t really know you…Are you always so guarded?” he asked as he handed her a beer and clinked his bottle to hers.

Laila raised her eyebrows, shocked he had noticed her demeanor at all. “My family moves a lot, my parents' job is kinda intense…” she started, drumming her nails on the bartop. “They are journalists, so they go where the story is. Which means I have seen a lot of different highschools. I got my acceptance letter and I guess I had kinda checked out, just put on cruise control until I can get to college.” She was rambling now, but he didn’t seem annoyed. She took a sip of her beer, willing herself to stop talking so much or at the very least slow down. He simply nodded “I bet that can be hard on a kid, making friends is hard enough without having to be uprooted all the time.” he empathized, though he had never struggled making friends, but he knew a few kids who did. “Do your parents plan on settling down, or is this a lifelong thing?” he asked curiously, raising his beer to his lips and taking a big sip. “I think they will chase the story until it kills them,” she said with a sigh. Steve mirrored her sigh, his mind running a mile a minute as he realized he had found yet another girl on her way out of town, just his luck.

They finished their beers and ordered another round. “You mentioned an acceptance letter…''Steve brought it back up and Laila looked up from the polish on her fingernails she had been anxiously picking at. “Mhmm, just got it in the mail a week or so ago.” she confirmed, looking at him curiously. “Why do you ask?” she wondered and he shrugged trying to act casual. “No reason, I just got mine too. I just haven’t really told anybody yet, but I've been taking classes at the community college and reapplied to a few universities.” he confessed, wringing his hands around the neck of his beer bottle and taking another gulp. “Me either, Robin and Charlie don’t know.” Laila almost whispered, feeling her heart race as Steve leaned in closer to assess her face closely for a moment. “We could just tell each other.” he mused, leaning back to motion to the bartender. “Can we get a round of shots?” he asked before leaning back onto his elbow to look at her.

“Shot first, then letters. Or Letters then shots?” he asked as he took the shot glasses from the bartender and set them on the bar in front of them. Laila wrinkled her nose “shots first, I need a little liquid confidence. “ she admitted, taking the little glasses and sniffing it hesitantly. “My kinda gal” Steve joked and grabbed his. “Down the hatch” he encouraged, before tilting his head back and swallowing the shot. Laila mirrored his actions, coughing as the liquid burned the entire way down. He patted her on the back and she tried to hide the blush on her face by letting her hair fall like a curtain between them. He reached up to tuck it behind her ear without thinking, smiling as her face came back into view.

“So, colleges.” he began again, feeling the effects of the liquor already. “On the count of three?” she asked and he nodded. They both held up their hands for a silent countdown before speaking in unison. “Purdue University” before laughing in shock. “No way, really? What are you going for?” he demanded incredulously. “Education, I really want to be a teacher” she offered with a shy smile, feeling a little dazed by the beers and shots in her system. Steve was laughing in shock now.” NO fucking way. Me too! What grade?” and just like that they dove into deep conversation, Steve ordering more beers and confessing how he dreamed of teaching middle school, and maybe even coaching a sport.

Laila smiled at the thought and told him how her dream was to teach elementary school, first or second grade would be the dream. Soon they had finished a six packs worth of beers and were discussing other dreams. Laila confessed the biggest thing on her bucket list was traveling the country in an RV to see all the national parks. Steve had choked on his beer at that, and she patted his back comfortingly as he had done for her. She continued in her drunken haze and told him how she had always wanted a big family, which he understood because of how small her own was growing up.

When Charlie found them at the bar and pulled them onto the dance floor , they realized they had lost track of time and the show was almost over. The redhead clapped and shouted for the band as they took playful bows and started on the last song of their set.

As the song ended, the band jumped off the stage to join everybody on the floor. Eddie had his arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer and kissing her sweetly. He smelled like sweat and cheap cologne and tasted like beer and cigarettes and she savored it, maybe a bit too much because the other band members and her friends started hollering and whistling. They broke apart sheepishly, still clinging to each other as the bar owner switched the sound system over and started playing normie music.

“Having a good time?” He asked , not releasing his grip around her waist. She nodded, lifting her beer bottle to her lips to take a swig before offering it to him. He took it and drained it, tossing it in the bin behind them. “ I’m so glad. We have to break down, d’ya wanna wait for me, and maybe stay at my place with me tonight?” She flushed excitedly at the idea of a sleepover and she knew she’d had too much to drink to go home and face her dad so she nodded eagerly. Eddie and the rest of corroded coffin excused themselves to head back to the stage. They started the lengthy process of breaking down their equipment and loading it back into their vehicles in the back alley.

“Ooh somebody’s getting laid tonight” Steve joked and Robin laughed loudly as she finished her beer and draped her arms over Vickie’s shoulders, clearly having had maybe one too many beers to be capable of being discreet anymore. Vickie was sober so she flushed and patted Robin's cheek affectionately. “Can you cover for me, say I stayed the night with you?” She asked her friends hopefully, grinning as Robin nodded amicably, Vickie promised to remind her of their lie again in the morning.

Steve loudly and drunkenly sang “EDDIe and CHARLIE sitting in a tree! KISSING!” She rolled her eyes in Steve's direction ‘shut up, you’re just jealous You can’t get past date number two, let alone second base.” She teased playfully. Laila laughed a little too loudly, before slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle it. “Last round everybody?” Charlie asked, taking their orders as she walked towards the bar.

She leaned on the bar and ordered one last round of beers. She had her forearms resting on the counter top when she felt someone sidle up next to her and rest their arm on the exposed skin of her lower back to hold her waist. She glanced up, expecting Eddie finished with breaking down already but instead found herself looking at an unfamiliar face.

He looked to be in his late 30s and more than a little drunk.”How bout I buy those for you, pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to pay for drinks .” his grip tightened and he tried to pull her closer and press her to his chest. Charlie squirmed, trying to escape his grasp. “ Don’t go hurting my feelings now darlin’” he slurred. Charlie glared up at him,panicking and lifting one doc clad foot before bringing it down heavily on the offending party's toes. He jumped backwards, digging her fingers into her as he swore under his breath “fuckin bitch.”

Eddie was right behind her before she could utter a word in response, or strike again. his ring clad hand gripped the wrist of the drunk asshole tightly, bending it“ I suggest you apologize to my lady and walk away,” Eddie spat as he ripped the man's hands off her. He released his grip on him so he could pull Charlie to him and wrap a protective arm around her waist, putting himself between them. “I was just trying to buy her a drink. "the drunk asshole claimed, raising his hands and backing away slowly, feigning innocence.

“I didn’t ask what you were doing, I told you to apologize. ”Eddie warned, his voice eerily calm and eyes dark as he jerked his head towards the bartender who was stepping from behind the bar with a bat in his hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was spoken for, be cool man.” The bartender looked at Eddie, ready to cut him off and kick him out.

Eddie nodded subtly, tightening his grip on his girlfriend , watching closely as the drunk was escorted out the door before he turned to Charlie, his tone shifted from acidic to concerned in a heartbeat. He released his grip on her waist and opened his arms to her. she dove into his embrace, burying her face in his neck “Did he hurt you?” he demanded, moving to pull her away from his chest to inspect her for bruises.

She shook her head “No, I think I broke his toe or maybe his foot, but I’m fine. He just ruined my buzz.” She didn’t want to admit it but seeing him be so aggressive defending her was kinda hot. “ Can we finish our drink with our friends then get out of here? I want you to take me home ” she looked up at him through her lashes and he nodded, gathering the beers and leading her back to the table occupied by the band and their friends.

He set the drinks on the table their friends had gathered around, forcing a smile onto his boyish features, trying to push through how angry the drunk had made him. “Cheers, to great music and a good crowd ” Eddie offered, raising his beer and encouraging them to do the same. His free arm snaked around her waist possessively so she slid her hand into his back pocket. They all clinked their bottles and took hearty sips, Laila maybe a bit too much so as half her beer splashed down her chin and the front of her shirt.

Steve chuckled and offered her his napkin with a cheeky smile “Y’know the drink is supposed to make it into your mouth.” he teased , causing them all to laugh. Without thinking Laila shot back “You're lucky you're cute Harrington because you are really annoying .” as she tapped the top of his beer bottle with the bottom with hers, causing it to foam up and spill.

Steve jumped to grab more napkins to clean up the nearly full beer that he was now spilling. Eddie moved from his spot beside Charlie to avoid the puddle. Now he stood behind her, one arm draped around her shoulders, the other hand holding his beer rested against the exposed skin of her waist between her top and her skirt . She had flinched at the cold but didn’t pull away, leaning into his embrace instead.

Soon the whole group, minus a playfully grumpy looking Eddie were reciting the lyrics to rock me like a hurricane by Scorpion, even Steve who was still working on the puddle of beer and foam, hummed along . Eddie hissed a warning to his girlfriend as she pressed herself up against him more firmly , wiggling her hips and singing along with the song playing on the bars speakers.

”And now we know why the floors are sticky,” Robin jokes, as Steve finally finished soaking up the mess and went to throw away an arm load of beer soaked napkins. The blonde chugged the rest of her beer and pressed a kiss to her girlfriend's temple.” On that note, I should probably get these guys home.”Vickie offered, motioning for them to dispose of their bottles, and did so obediently . She linked her elbow with Robin on one side and Laila on the other. Steve followed like a confused little puppy dog, his eyes widening with realization.

“ wa-wa-wait a minute, you think I’m cute?!” His eyebrows shot into his perfectly sculpted hairline. Laila laughed loudly, her confidence bolstered by the drinks and hours of flirty conversation “so what if I do?” She slurred, as they walked out the door. Their drunken banter echoing through the nearly empty parking lot.

They waved to their friends as they left and then before Charlie knew what was happening, Eddie was pulling her backstage, kissing her with bruising force. his chest pushed against hers, forcefully backing her into the door. It quickly gave way and they spilled out into the back alley where they had parked. They parted briefly, flushed and breathing heavily

“ I didn’t like how that fuckin guy was looking at you, trying to touch you. ” Eddie growled , as he moved to press her against the brick wall, his lips finding hers again. “ I gathered as much, but I could’ve handled him.” she murmured teasingly against his lips. “ I need to get you home, now. “ he groaned and pushed his hips to hers. She could feel how much he needed her and despite her tipsy state she led the way to the van with surprising grace. He swatted her ass as she climbed into the van and buckled her in.

The drive home was only uneventful because he had buckled her in with her hands under the belt so she wouldn’t drunkenly grope him and make Eddie give in and pull over to the side of the road and take her there in the back of the van. She was too tipsy to figure it out and honestly seemed to enjoy being restrained. “ Good girl, we’ll be there soon” he said as he rubbed her knee soothingly.

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