#i hope it's just a uti and not something more serious :(

[leofrith]

i think oscar is having urinary issues 🙃

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Kinktober Day 12 - Virginity - PG10, CL16

Pierre Gasly X Charles Leclerc X Reader

AN: I may have gone a little overboard with this one but I truly love it! I hope you do too! This might be the longest fic for my kinktober this year!

TW - loss of virginity, squirting, multiple orgasms, blow job, fingering, sex, a mix between sweet and rough

WC 4000+

Y/N POV

"Y/N, just pick truth or dare," Pierre says again for the fourth time in half an hour. Charles, Pierre, and I have been the best of friend sense we where young and truth or dare was something we always played but down with a couple of glasses of wine down we decided to play it again after years.

"Truth," I say while still looking down at my phone knowing my body was too heavy from wine to get up and do whatever stupid dare he had in mind.

"When was the last time you had sex," Pierre said making both Charles and him laugh like we where back in year 10 and they where teasing me about my first kiss with a boy they both hated in karting..

Once the question fully sets in I start to panic slightly. I try to come up with the best lie possible, "sometime last month."

But the second the words left my mouth both Pierre and Charles stop laughing before looking up at me.

"What," I question them looking up from ym phone to see both of them staring at me.

"You're lying," Charles tells me matter a factly making panic set in me all over again knowing I very well not be able to get out of this lie.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumble not even able to make eye contact with either of them only confirming their suspicions.

"If you had sex today you could just say that," Pierre jokes making my face grow red from the teasing.

"She's blushing, did our girl have a little quicky before coming over for the night?" Charles continues to tease only making me grown substantially more hot.

"No," I mumble out too embarrassed to admit the truth.

"What is it them? Why are you lying? We've been best friends for years," Charles says getting serious seeing that it's not longer a joking matter.

"I've never," Is all i can whisper out before I let the embarrassment of the situation stop me from saying more. When I look up I see the wheels start turn in both Pierre and Charles before realization sets in for both of them right at the same time.

"You're a virgin?" Pierre questions in absolute disbelief. I can't say anything so I just nod my head before bringing my attention back to my hands that are resting on my lap.

I can feel both of their gazes burning into my skin making me even more nervous.

"Can we move on please?" I finally lift my gaze and say trying to move on from the embarrassing moment.

"Truth or Dare Charles," I mumble moving on for them because I am tired of the awkward silence.

"Dare," he replies back snapping out of his stunned expression.

"I dare you to never mention this ever again," I reply back coldly not wanting to talk about this situation any further. Charles just rolls his eyes clearly still having questions but agreeing to move on.

We go a couple more round before Pierre is asking me truth or dare again.

"Dare," I say out after having to answer questions about our childhood and was even dared to call a mutual friend and tell her I was heading to the hospital for a UTI.

"I dare you to kiss Charles," Pierre says with a smirk making my face grow hot almost instantly.

While we have all been friends for years we had never once crossed this boundary and being in my mid twenties I have no idea why we are now.

I love over to find Charles just as shocked but there was another hint of something behind his eyes and I have no idea what to think of it. I slowly climb out of the coach I'm comfortably sitting in before walking towards Charles who is on the other side of the room sitting on one of the chairs.

When I get near him I lean down and place a quick kiss on his lips one so fast Charles has very little time to kiss back.

When I pull back both of our faces are bright red in embarrassment but I can't help but feel the butterflies that start to flutter.

When I sit back on the couch I ask Pierre truth or dare.

When he tells me dare I decide to continue with his little theme he decided to bring to the group.

"Strip down into nothing but your boxers," I say with a smirk knowing some of the wine is giving me the confidence I need to make such a brazer statement.

Charles huffs out a small laugh teasing Pierre who is bright red knowing he was about to be the only one undressed.

When he's in nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxers I can't help but let my eyes wander and that's where I notice the slightly large bulge underneath them.

I could tell he wasn't hard but it didn't matter care even soft he was large. I guess some rumors are true.

When I divert my eyes to Charles I notice he is watching me watch Pierre with a smirk on his face.

It's only a couple more rounds that leave us all in nothing but our undergarments. I was wearing a simple cloth bra making my nipples stand out due to being slightly turned on and also a little cold.

I have noticed both boys take a peak making my cheeks grow red but theres this other part of me that enjoys the attention from two men I trust with my whole life.

"Charles I dare you to suck on her nipples," Pierre dares Charles with the most bold dare we had ever dished out.

When younger we had made an agreement that we could never skip a dare unless it could genuinely hurt another person. So with that in mind Charles slowly stands up and fixes the front of his boxers in an attempt to hide his semi hard cock. With as tight as his boxers where and with his size it did nothing to help but I wasn't complaining.

I had just watched both of my best friends strip down before I gave them both a strip tease but knowing that Charles was about to pull the front of my bra down and take one of my nipples into his mouth I couldn't help but start to grow slightly wet.

When Charles was standing in front of me and his hands on the front of my bra ready to pull it down he hesitates before looking at me in the eyes for silent consent. I nod my head giving him full consent, which had Charles pulling the front of my bra down and leaning his head down to pull one of my hard nipples into his mouth. The second I feel his mouth engulf my nipple I moan out pushing my chest up to try and get impossibly closer.

While I was a virgin I was no stranger to sexual activities and between the strange build up and the wine coursing through my bloodsystem I can't help but think this might be the best nipple stimulation I have ever felt.

When Charles pulls back from the first nipple I whine slightly from the pleasure already being over but instead of making his way back to the other side of the room he quickly licks my other nipple before pulling it into his mouth and giving it a strong suck and then proceeding to sink his teeth into it and giving it a little tug making me gasp at the slightly rough stimulation.

When he pulls back from the final time I look down and catch Charles's eyes and can clearly see the lust swimming in his pupils. When I look down at my chest I notice Charles's saliva has coated my hard nipples beautifully.

When Charles makes his way back to he seat I slowly start pulling my bra back up catching Pierre's eye to notice that he had been staring at my nipples intently. When I look down a little futer I can see he is no longer soft but instead is sporting a semi.

"Y/N I dare you to make Pierre hard with nothing but your mouth," Charles says breathlessly.

"I didn't even pick one," I reply back watching Charles smirk slightly.

"Truth or dare?" He asks simply.

"Dare," I say with a smirk on my face before slipping off the couch and confidently making my way to Pierre who is now standing pulling his boxers dow before sitting back on the love seat he had comfortably occupied for the night.

When I get in front of Pierre I slip on my knees before bringing my mouth towards his cock. I knew as soon as he was fully hard I would not be able to take all of him into my mouth but that didn't stop me from dragging my tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip where I finally pulled his cock into my mouth where I feel is starting to grow harder.

When I start to pull him farther into my mouth I bring my hands to his thighs to make sure I can brace myself while I bring him into my throat. Knowing he wasn't fully hard I tested my limits and continued farther down until my nose was resting against his trimmed pubes.

When he starts getting too big to keep in my throat I feel myself gag while pulling back, making Pierre hiss at the added pleasure. When I start bobbing my head that was Pierre's final straw because he grips my hair and pulls me back not letting me close enough to even drag my tongue across his tip.

"I will cum," Perre says matter a factly which has me shrugging because truthfully I wanted to feel him cum.

"Pierre, I dare you to let me finish what I was doing," I whisper up making eye contact with him. When the words finally settle between us he groans throwing his head back before bringing my head back down.

"Charles, join," I say matter a factly when I turn around and find him rubbing himself through his boxers clearly turned on seeing his best friend suck off his other best friend.

When Charles gets up he makes his way before laying down on his back and moving me slighly so my thighs are resting on either side of his face before dragging his tongue over my clothed covered center.

"Fuck," I whine making me grip onto Pierre's cock a bit tighter making him hiss from the sensations.

Once I get used to the tongue teasing my pussy I lean my head back down and start pulling Pierre back into my mouth and almost instantly hitting my gag reflex, which I fight off making myself take him even farther. When I reach my limit I bob my head slightly before pulling back completely gasping for air after having cut it off for 30 seconds or so.

"Slow down, Belle," Pierre whispers while holding my head back with the fist of hair he hasnt once let go of. I start squirming on Charles's face when I realized Pierre had called me beautiful.

Charles must have taken this as a hint before next thing I know he has completely torn off my thong making me whine at the burn of the broken fabric bring ripped from ym skin.

Once Charles's dives back in eating like it was his lst meal on earth I start taking Pierre's cock back into my mouth taking it a bit slower this time.

I feel Pierre start to buck his hips in an erratic fashion alerting me that he was close to cumming. I push my head all the way down fighting my gag reflex knowing I was to make swallow every drop of cum Pierre had to offer.

When I bring one of my hands down to his balls I feel them tighten up before he groans out a loud fuck and start spilling his load right into my mouth.

All the while Pierre is cumming down my throat I feel Charles sneak a few fingers into my awaiting hole.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Charles grons into my pussy making me gasp at the vibrations of his words.

I feel myself growing close to the edge making me completely pull back from Pierre's cock and grip onto his thighs to use as leverage to grind into Charles's face before falling over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I moan out cumming all over Charles's face. He continues to finger fuck me and suck on my clit making sure to help me ride out the massive orgasm I was experiencing. I could tell Charles was cumming all over his hand simply by the way he was groaning and twitching under me.

When it was clear I was done cumming and the stimulation Charles was giving me was more painful than pleasurable he slows his actions down before Pierre is lifting me up and pulled me into his lap to let me fully come down from it in his comforting arms.

"Truth or dare," Pierre breaks the silence after a few minutes making both Charles and I laugh a little.

"Dare, but I wanna pick the dare," I say making both of the boys laugh and shake their heads. I knew this wasn't how the game worked but I also knew they would do whatever I wanted.

"I dare Charles to take my virginity," I whisper which instantly had Pierre tensing under me clearly shocked at my dare.

"Then after I dare you to fuck me... in doggy," I whisper against Pierre's lips letting him know he was not gonna be left behind. When Pierre groans at the suggestion I pull him in for a kiss he instantly starts kissing back before swiping his tongue on my bottom lip requesting access to slip his tongue into my mouth. When I part my lips slightly I feel Pierre's tongue slip into my mouth making me groan.

It doesn't take long for Charles to stand up and softly pull me into his arms before carrying me into his bedroom. When we get in there I see that Pierre had followed in before sitting on the bed where Charles places me in his lap but making sure I was still facing him.

With my back against Pierre's chest I feel Charles settle between my parted thighs. When I look down I can see he is dragging a condom onto his hard cock.

While he was still big he was still not as big as Pierre's cock which I can feel getting hard against my back.

Once Charles has slipped the condom all the way on he moves slightly closer to start teasing my clit with the tip of his protected cock.

When he feels like he has collected enough of my slick he finds my virgin hole before slowly starting to push in. When the tip is in I whine at the sensations overwhleming my body.

He slowly starts to continue to slip into my pussy making me gasp and try to grip onto anything to try and ground myself knowing that it's starting to become slightly painful.

"Relax," Pierre whispers on the side of my head before placing a soft kiss to help distract me from the large intrusion that is currently causing me some pain.

"Fuck," I gasp when I look down and see that Charles still has a couple inches to go but feeling too full already.

Charles can see the discomfort written all over my face so he relaxes back slightly to help me adjust. He starts playing with my throbbing clit to distract me while he slowly thrusts his hips trying to loosen me up enough to be able to slip the rest of his length into my pussy.

When he feels like he has loosened me up enough he gives one last hard thrust burrying completely into my no longer virgin pussy making me scream out at the startled pain coursing through my body. Charles stops all movement with his hips to focus on my clit and let me fully adjust to his length.

He bends down slightly to bring me in for a kiss which has me moaning into his mouth because now all the pain has faded and the full feeling is bringing me so much pleasure.

"Move, please," I gasp between kissing to signify to charles that I was ready for him to start moving.

His thrusts start out slowly making me gasp at all the new feelings I was experiencing. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to last long, between him playing with my sensitive clit and his perfectly timed thrusts I could feel my orgasm approaching far too fast.

"Close," I gasp trying to hold back to not let the feeling end.

"Cum for me," Charles groans out picking up the speed of his thrusts to bring me closer.

"Oh, fuck," I moan the second I feel the band in my stomach snap making me start cumming all over Charles's cock. I feel something spraying out of my body which has me frantically looking down to see myself squirting juices all over Charles. I grew red in embarrassment almost instantly cause I didn't know what was happening.

I feel Charles send one last thrust into my pussy before I feel him start to fill his condom up with a large load of his cum.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know how to hold it in," I whisper sheepishly trying to avoid eye contact with Charles feeling embarrassed.

"No, that was the hottest thing I've experienced. I'm happy to know I fucked you so good I had you squirting on my cock," Charles replies making sure to give me reassurance but also too cocky to hide how smug his smirk was.

Charles slowly starts slipping out of my tight pussy making me gasp at the sensations. When he fully pulled out I heard a wet pop making me gasp from the feeling of emptiness.

I watch as Charles stares at my slightly gaping pussy making me blush slightly. Once Charles's snaps out of it he leans down and pulls me in for another kiss before slipping from in front of me to sit on the other side of the bed so he can watch Pierre and I.

With Charles out of the picture, I turn my full attention to Pierre who has precum rubbing against my bare back alerting me that he is more than ready.

I lean up to pull Pierre's mouth into mine allowing for us to have a messy make-out session before he uses his strength to flip us over so he is now on top of me. We continue making out before he flips me over again so I'm on my stomach this time. He gives me a few seconds to adjust my position so I'm on my hands and knees presenting myself to him.

I can hear the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open and placed on his cock before I feel his tip teasing my clit.

I'm absolutely drenched so it doesn't take Pierre very long to coat his entire length in my slick. When I feel his tip teasing my entrance I start tensing up which has Pierre pulling back slightly and leaning down to leave a few festher light kisses on my back.

"Relax, sweet girl," Pierre whispers through kisses before finally getting back into position. When I feel his cock slowly start sliding in I do everything I can to make sure I stay relaxed but when he's only an inch or so buried into me I realize just how much thicker he was than Charles.

He was stretching me out in a way that Charles couldn't even do and the burn was slowly becoming unbearbale.

"S'too much," I gasp trying to pull my hips fowards but Pierre is stronger than me so he keeps me right where I am. He's not moving just letting me adjust to the feeling of having my once virgin pussy being stretched to the max.

"Relax. We'll go slow," Pierre tells me while soothingly stroking my back. When I get myself adjusted I slowly start pushing my hips into his knowing he wasn't gonna move until I was completely ready.

Pierre lets me do all the work allowing me to take as much time as I need to fill myself up with his cock.

"S'alot," I mumble when I feel like there can't be anymore room for him to move.

"A little bit more, Belle," Pierre groans out clearly restraining himself from burying the last couple inches into me but also wanting to make sure it was still pleasurable for me too.

"Just push the rest in, please," I finally whine out giving up on trying to take the last inch. I just wanted to get it over with, so with that Pierre slowly but forcefully pushes that last bit in making me instantly start cumming on his cock from all of the stimulation of his hitting places that have gone untouched for years.

"Did she just cum," Charles gasps in amazement at his best friends fucking right in front of him.

"Fuck, yes and she's even tighter than before," Pierre groans fighting off the impending orgasm he feels. He allows for me to come down from my orgasm completely before he starts slowly moving his hips allowing me to feel the pleasure all over again.

"So good," I moan when I feel his thrusts start to pick up in speed. Pierre is careful, he makes sure not to slam down too hard knowing he would hit my cervix causing far more pain than pleasure.

"Faster," I gasp when I feel another orgasm coming along and I don't even try to fight it off. I'm lost in the overwhelming pleasure of it all. I feel Charles's hot gaze on my skin which is my final straw and has me cumming all over Pierre's cock again.

"Fuck," I scream out not really knowing what else to do as this was some of the most overwhelming pleasure I have ever experienced.

Between the powerful orgasms and the slutty words of encouragement from Pierre, I don't even feel him start to cum into the condom until he is slowly pulling out making me whine at the loss of stimulation.

"I think you're all fucked out for the night, Belle" Pierre whispers against the side of my face when I try to bring my hips to his softening cock not wanting it to end just yet.

"More," I whine trying harder to gain stimulation.

"Quite the needy girl," Pierre says teasing me before slipping three fingers into my stretched pussy before he starts aggressively finger fucking me. It doesn't take long before I'm thrown over the edge all over again and start squirting all over Charles's bed again.

"Just had to make sure Charles couldn't brag about being the only one to make you squirt together," Pierre says in a teasing manner more to Charles than me but I wasn't complaining I got what I needed.

The last orgasms took any energy I had left in me so as soon as I was done cumming I collapsed into the bed allowing myself to come down from everything.

When I feel myself being moved into someone's arm I finally open my eyes to realize it was Charles picking me up.

"We're gonna sleep in the guest room tonight," Charles says while carrying me into the bathroom to let me do my business before he picks me up again and brings me into the room Pierre had been sleeping the last couple of days.

Charles drops me into the middle of the bed and I instantly curl into Pierre's side looking for any form of warmth.

That night we all fell asleep together tangled into a body of limbs and while it was our first time fucking each other it definitely wasn't our last time. Most notably being when Charles won Monza but that was a story for another time!

[cheesecakezyum]

I just found your blog and I am LOVING the Wukong content. I was hoping to request some smut headcanons (maybe alphabet hcs- if you feel up to it). I completely understand ty! <333

NSFW Alphabet ; Sun Wukong

Please do not click the ‘keep reading’ option if you are under the age of 18. Adults only, please! :)

Welcome to my page! I’m ecstatic that you’re enjoying what I’m providing <3 Doing alphabet headcanons are actually some of my favorites!

Mainly because it helps me with future pieces of writing (smut ofc) — like a cheat sheet almost!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He loves to hold you in general, so after a session of utter passion? It’s tripled. He’ll sometimes want to keep his cock buried in you overnight if you’re up for it and continue from where you two left off the next morning.

He’s not too big on cleaning himself personally after sex (like the absolute gremlin he is), but he’ll begrudgingly set a warm bath for you if that’s what you want! You’ve explained UTI’s and yeast infections to him, which is why he no longer complains about keeping his semen inside you as long as he can.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his tail. I mean, it’s like a third hand! Another tool to balance himself, grab things, and especially bring you to him when he’s needy.

He personally loves your ears. They’re so cute and small compared to his! Sometimes you’ll catch him fiddling with your earlobes. He also enjoys the noises you make when he nibbles on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It turns him on extremely seeing you covered in his cum— legs spread, ever so slightly trembling as you’re leaking with his semen, your face twisted into an expression of pure bliss. It’s enough to get him riled up all over again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a Owner/Property kink that even to this day hasn’t publicly told you about. You found out yourself after a certain rigorous handjob when he basically begged you to let him cum, ending his plead with master.

Praise kink too, but he’s a bit more open with that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

At first he may seem clumsy, but he’s simply learning what makes your body tick. After maybe 3-4 sessions expect him to have your anatomy and personal pleasures memorized to the tea. Every whimper, moan— it’s all a sign to let him know that he should keep the ministrations going.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The mating press.

His main interest is the deeper penetration aspect of the position. He also loves the look of your helpless face every time he presses into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pretty goofy! But Wukong knows when to switch the mood to make it better for you both. One minute he’ll be joking to you about a show playing in the background and the next will be eating you out like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man is 100% a hobo. Although being filled with body hair already (cause, y’know. Monkey?) he has a pretty clean happy trail which matches the ash orange color of his mane!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He won’t have sex with you unless there’s at least some sort of feelings in the mix. Whether they’re unspoken or not it’s something that’s always there. He’s not there just to fuck, he wants to make love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t masturbate often. He’d have to really be in the mood, but even still— he has trouble concentrating when it’s only imagination. If he ever does though, you’d be the only thing on his mind. Maybe a picture, or a voicemail would do.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. It’s instinctual for him to have reproductive urges; The idea of stuffing you full of his cum to be the future carrier of his children is quite appealing to the simian.

Marking. He likes both you and everyone else to know who you belong to. Whether it be carrying your scent with him— or the many bites littered around your body. He thinks it’s like taking a park of him with you.

Cockwarming. While it can be seen as torture for both parties, he adores the way you slowly break down above him. A simple shift of the hips enough to make such deliciously crude noises escape from those pretty lips. It makes sex that much more gratifying if there’s at least a bit of a wait.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a bit more comfortable if you guys have some type of privacy, considering the entirety of Flower Fruit Mountain is littered with primates. So a bedroom or bathroom would do.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Being the big spoon. While it may start as sweet and lighthearted before you know it he’ll be slowly pressing his clothed erection into you, huffing softly and asking if you’re up for a round or two.

Your own moans. He’ll work hard as hell if it means by the end of the night you’re screaming his name, begging for more— to go even harder.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation/Humiliation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to definitely give. He finds his own pleasure in yours!

Let’s just say he knows how to use his tongue quite well. This can go back to E; He knows what you need to reach your climax and he’s more than happy to give it to you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and rough. Wukong wants to feel your walls clenching every single time he’s just about to pull out, only to thrust back in without a care in the world.

As his peak eventually reaches though— he will often try to chase it with a faster, sloppier pace. ONLY if he knows you’re both close.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he does like to take his time with you, quickies are a pretty common occurrence when you’re with Wukong. In a certain spot with few wandering eyes? He’ll lift you up against the wall and pound into you.

In a certain position while your cleaning? On the counter you go. Just sucks that you have to pick up even more of a mess after.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not too fancied on the idea of trying something new unless he has somewhat of an idea of what’s gonna go down. He doesn’t want to be left in the dark, and communication is especially key for this monkey.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is as big as his ego. This man could go fucking you a whole night if it meant filling you up to the brim.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any toys, and isn’t too fond of buying any simply because he doesn’t know where? Like???

If you have your own, though, he’d be more than happy to hear how to use them and spice up your tango just a bit more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Humiliation really isn’t his game, but he loves to mention how destroyed you look under him— asking you to tell him just what you want him to do while he’s hovered over you.

It just gives him a bit of pride to know that he can make you into such a mess. You lustful deviant you!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don’t think he’d be necessarily loud. The trembling quiver of his voice as he breathes out your name— the occasional curse.

He’d have to be pretty wound up in order to raise that voice of his. It’s not necessarily impossible! The stroke of his tail is a pretty quick way to get an unprepared whore moan out of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It’s like he’s constantly in the honeymoon phase when he’s with you. Pet names like hun, sweetie, peaches, schnookums even. His corniness is sickeningly addictive.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sleeper build. He doesn’t look necessarily ripped at first glance with all those robes but a good feel of those thighs or biceps shows that even thousands of years later, he’s in great shape.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, very high. Maybe not at first; jumping straight into sex after building a relationship just isn’t him. One taste of that pie, however, and suddenly he can’t seem to get enough of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t fall asleep immediately after sex. It’s certainly tempting, but he’d much more prefer taking care of you, taking in the moment and making sure you’re okay.

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Feeling the best I’ve felt since I first got sick although I still have fatigue. It’s hard to say whether the fatigue is post-recovery or just the way I usually am. I still think my TSH has risen but now that I’m back on the vitamin D every few days, that should help. I feel chilled at times but Tom thinks it’s just because it takes longer than you realize to fully recover. But this is the least nauseous I’ve been since getting sick so I’m glad for that much. My hair and skin are dry but if my TSH is that high, it wouldn’t explain why my weight is still down. I think my weight will be going back up soon, though.

Best of all, I’m now pretty sure that I didn’t get a UTI. I think that because I took a little break from my probiotics and lady lube while sick that’s why I started feeling a burning sensation again. Either that or the one Nitrofurantoin I took last night was one seriously powerful pill along with the cranberry juice I’ve been drinking. I’ll know soon enough because if it flares back up, then that will make me think some things up.

I messaged Rhonda about it and the message wasn’t picked up until this afternoon. I then sent a second message asking that she cancel the antibiotic request and explained that I don’t think I have a UTI after all but if the symptoms return I’ll do an urgent video appointment.

More good news. I haven’t had to sleep with the nasal dilator and I haven’t snored in a while so I think the problem was the blood pressure medicine. Also, when I took my blood pressure earlier, it was 113/73, so I don’t think I really need to try anything else. As long as I watch what I eat I should be okay.

Even more good news. Yes, I have a few good things which is great. The only negative is my fatigue. The dishwasher is fixed and Tom was in and out of the plasma place in under an hour. We’ve also been making decent money online. Not move-to-Hawaii kind of decent but still decent. I even splurged on a small Temu order and got $33 worth of stuff that would have normally cost about $100 elsewhere. I got a couple of figurines, lip gloss, a 6-pack of G-strings, and another sticker to decorate the toilet seat with. Pictures will eventually show up on my secondary Facebook account. Just not of me wearing the G-strings of course. LOL.

One figurine is a fairy that sits on the edge of a shelf, windowsill, table, or wherever you want to put her. The other is a German shepherd and while I may not be a dog fan, it seems to be a really nice and realistic sculpture.

The good news still goes on…although it’s delayed a month, I got a call from my ENT’s office saying that the doctor will be in surgery during my appointment and it was bumped up to late April at a time that fits into my schedule much better. So now I don’t have to stress over that.

And the last bit of good news is that the honker’s company left. Seems that way anyway. Tomorrow I’ll take a chance when I crash and not blast the sound machine so loud and hope he stays off the motorcycle. There shouldn’t be any thunderstorms to worry about but I’d rather Mother Nature than human assholes.

Saw a crime documentary about a guy in the UK who went down for 8 years for cyberstalking people for years. They talked about his childhood, how he didn’t know he was autistic at the time, how he felt bullied and alienated, and how many (not all) are a problem in society and use their autism as an excuse to give people so much grief. I know not all of them are trouble but I think that many of them know exactly what they’re doing but instead of doing something to better themselves, they use their condition as a ticket to act out. And OMG, the inappropriately intense emotions and paranoia! It seems that where most people would get moderately upset over something more serious, these people will go ballistic over next to nothing.

[jaxi-the-dragonborn]

Hi I'm so sorry to send this but please get lower back pain checked if it is over an ovary if you are FTM, it could be a UTI or something more serious like a cyst.

If you aren't, it could still be an infection of some other important things though I wouldn't really know what at the moment since I'd have to pull up charts again, (I deal with these kinda things a lot) so I'd really just get it checked either way unless you know you might have strained a muscle or something along those lines.

Hope you feel better either way! <3

ahhh спасибо большое kind anon. I do have a drs appt set for next month and I’ll def bring it up (next month was first opening for an appt). Any recommendations for in the meantime?

[violetsystems]

I’m starting to suspect and reading more online that scented litter for cats is a mixed bag. There’s a history of chemically scented litter causing uti and irritation in some cats. Diet can be a factor too. If you have to use scented then go for lotus flower. Pretty Litter makes it a point to refer to lotus flower as from all natural botanicals. World’s best cat litter which is corn based has a version with the lotus flower tag as well. But you should definitely be able scoop corn based litter once or even twice a day so that it doesn’t fester in a humid environment. If your cat is sensitive to uti then something like lavender scented is the absolute worst. Arm and hammer based litters are probably a bit safer in that situation. I even stopped using spray air fresheners in the house honestly. Incense is far better. In female cats, it can be a lot less serious if you catch the problem in time. In male cats, a uti can be fatal a lot quicker. Diet can cause problems too but why conflate the two if you are trying to figure it out long term. Fish isn’t really the best for cats in that situation with a history. They’re predators and red meat eaters by evolution. The high salt content can cause crystal buildup which are a whole other problem. You can treat and maintain those things by diet over time especially with higher quality food like royal canin. But using something that has chemicals just because you don’t want to scoop the poop three times a day is not a risk worth taking. Just read lotus flower as a scent from all natural botanicals. And if you do use scented litter and want to switch remember to do so gradually if you are going with a completely different base like from clay to silica. Pretty litter silica to corn or vice versa requires two different litter boxes to transition. Scented to all natural with the same litter base seems to be fine to just switch out. That is where my head is at lately regardless of all the dumb ass humans trying to play “skull games” with it. If all you misogynist mma running with friends bully ass mother fuckers ever catch a chill and feel under the weather I hope all your casual friendships abandon you and you die in pain alone. I’m already paying for your utilities fucking leech. Chicken soup only works if you have a fucking soul. As far as the skull games are concerned on some professor x cerebro shit I can confirm you do not. And never try to roast me on the quantum level. There’s a sword for that. 😎

[leggerefiore]

can i request some nsfw headcannons for archie?🌊👀

18+ under the cut, please take precaution as always

💧 The obvious one: you are fucking this man in at least the shower once. He craves sex in the water to an unsettling amount. UTIs and public decency be damned. A refreshing swim followed up by a nice bang in the ocean waves is his dream come true. You can talk him down to the shower or bath if you are completely disgusted by his idea of a good time.

💧 He dirty talks. A lot. The pirate already rambles as is, but something about ramming himself into you makes him think of the most raunchy to have fall from his mouth. “Yer somethin' tight, ya know? Damn it, I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind!” “That face yer makin' looks like somethin' out of a porno!” “I'm gonna cum inside, hope that's alright with ya.” He also makes loud growls and groans. Grunts know when you're having a session with their leader.

💧 Definitely has you call him leader and role play as a grunt. It's nothing he'd ever to an actual one, but he's ordering you to do all kinds of lewd tasks. He's got a pretty commanding voice when he needs to, so you'll find yourself complying with them.

“Suck my cock, grunt,” Archie snaps pressing your face into hid groin, dick long since freed from his tight wetsuit. His grin is adulterous as you do as ordered. The heat of your mouth has him unconsciously bucking forward. His eyes were trained the warp pad, fearing entrance from any unwanted visitors interrupting his precious time with you. A growl leaves him as you fondle his sack. “Now yer just askin' for it.”

💧 Maybe also interested in a one time threesome with Maxie. He will never admit this aloud, but he's constantly thinking about his rival and old friend. It makes him what to show the Magma Leader how good a lover he is in comparison. It would definitely be a competition between the two, which he would completely refuse to lose. (If he did, you're getting an awkward talk where you have to reassure him you aren't about to leave him for Maxie)

💧 He likes oral, both receiving and giving. His talents are giving are certainly lacking a bit, yet he's very eager to learn. Should you help him polish his skills, his tongue will work wonders on you, and you'll be crying for more. This makes him puff his chest out in confidence. (He makes absolutely obnoxious sounds and comments when you go down on him.)

💧 Man needs to be on top some days and others he just wants to be ridden, (He says he doesn't bottom. By this, he means he never gets penetrated.) so be ready for intimacy to be based on whether or not he feels particularly aggressive that evening. (Man had moments of ferality but never does anything too animalistic.)

💧 He's a biter, too. Archie will have you covered in lovely marks in places he knows you can't hide because he's smug about how he has a lover like you. On the flip side, he wants you to bite him back. You'll see him smugly showing off the marks you gave him after your latest tryst. It's a turn on to him to know you want him as badly as he wants you.

💧 He's dumb about aftercare. The Aqua Leader knows he needs to do something, but doesn't know what to do outside check that you definitely came. Tell him what you need, however, and he'll hop up to grab or do it. Bath? Hell yeah, he'll take one with you! Food? Him, too! He'll grab extra. Water? He's deathly serious and pulls water from a previously unknown location. Hydration is very important, he will scold.

[rottenbrainstuff]

Long post: sorry, I’m on mobile, I thought there use to be an option to create a “read more” cut but atm I can’t seem to find it, if it’s still there????

I think Sophie is feeling a little better today… it’s a bit hard to tell because she’s also on kitty morphine atm which makes her a bit groggy.

We still don’t know why she was throwing up so much or why she is losing so much weight, but we’ll worry about that later. The thing that is making her seriously sick atm is just a simple UTI, which is actually great news because that can be quickly treated with antibiotics. Her tests aren’t 100% complete but the vet thinks the meds they gave me will be effective, and they’ll let me know once the panel is complete if they need to be switched. This morning she was a bit picky about her food, but last night she ate and drank quite a lot. This morning she was showing some normal behaviours, vocalizing normally, so I’m hoping she is on the mend.

It’s a bit ominous to hear the vet talk about how they have to run tests to see which antibiotics her bacteria is sensitive to. Bit of an ominous reminder how much of an issue resistant bacteria is becoming. Here’s a PSA, because I have had GROWN ASS ADULTS tell me to my face they break each of these rules:

-take the entire course of antibiotics as instructed. Don’t stop taking them even if you feel better. If you stop, there may be a few bacteria left, and these bacteria are the hardiest ones that took the longest to kill, and now these ones will multiply. You are selectively breeding resistant bacteria if you do this. Take the entire course as instructed to make sure you kill everything. The time frame of your treatment isn’t arbitrary, it’s the length it is for a reason, just goddamned follow the doctor’s instructions.

-antibiotics are ONLY for BACTERIAL INFECTIONS!!! They will not do shit for a cold or “stomach flu” or anything else. Yes I know maybe in X other country you can get antibiotics over the counter and you are free to take them whenever you want to, but please understand this is NOT good. Taking an antibiotic if you do not specifically have a bacterial infection is going to do fuck all, except needlessly upset your digestive system and selectively breed more resistant bacteria.

-please do NOT take other people’s medications, and I can’t believe people have told me they do this. You should NOT take your cousin’s leftover antibiotics (which they should not have to begin with if they fucking took their doses like they were supposed to) for your “stomach flu” or what the fuck ever. First of all you need to go to the goddamned doctor and confirm what you have is bacterial, because see note number two, and second of all, even if you DO have something bacterial, your friend’s leftover, maybe expired, medication might not work against the strain you have, and even if it does work, it’s probably not going to be a long enough course, so see note number one. Just go to the FUCKING DOCTOR for the love of god and follow their instructions.

I know this is Canada where it’s free to see a doctor… I’ve heard people in other countries defend their decision to do some of the above by saying they had to because they could not afford proper doctor care and a prescription. Well, I mean, I really do sympathize with this situation, but I don’t really know what to say. Resistant bacteria is becoming a serious issue that we need to start taking very seriously. It is completely realistic that we will reach a point in our lifetimes where we no longer have effective antibiotics, and our research into alternative treatments is not keeping up with the rate that our medications are becoming useless. If you can’t afford to use antibiotics properly well… I guess don’t worry, because there may soon come a point where there aren’t any antibiotics in the first place.

So anyways yeah. There’s an update!

[colormeyondublue]

Chapter 10: The Observation Deck

Chapter 9 Here - Chapter 11 Here

***CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains moments of attempted rape, sexual harassment, violence and homicide. Continue with caution!***

You wake up and it’s still really dark in the room. Yondu isn’t up yet either, and you glance over at your wrist comm on the table near the bed. Great, it’s the middle of third shift. You’ve learned that time on the ship is split into three equal parts: first, second, and third shift. First shift is equivalent to the morning time back on earth, second is like the afternoon, and third would be overnight. Each shift has watchmen placed all over the ship, but whoever is watching the helm is the most important. They keep the ship on course, and from crashing into something. 

Your recollection of how each shift works is disrupted by your serious need to pee. Oh, right, that’s why I woke up in the first place. You quietly get up and look back to make sure Yondu is still asleep. Surprisingly, he is. You make your way to the bathroom and quietly close the door. After using the bathroom, you gasp. “Holy crap, Yondu.” You mutter to yourself. Whether it’s just Yondu, or maybe it’s Centuarians in general that cum this much, but there is a lot to clean up. Human men are one thing, but Yondu has made you a whole other level of messy. The last thing I need out in space is a UTI... On one hand, this is a little annoying. On the other hand, it’s kind of a turn on. You make sure to get yourself taken care of before heading back to bed. Pulling up the covers, you lay back in bed with this curious blue man. He’s turned on his side, facing you. His mouth is partly open, breathing lightly. He looks so peaceful, so relaxed. His features, although weathered, are perfection. The lines around his eyes, the scruff on his face, the dark blue shade of his eyelashes. How could one alien be so enticing? You reach out to gently stroke the scruff on his cheek, and he just barely stirs. A soft grunt vibrates from his chest and a tiny smile pulls at his mouth. You chuckle to yourself and whisper. “I’ve fallen hard for you, Yondu. You know that?”

“I sure did, sugar.” He says quietly without opening his eyes.

“Oh my gosh! I had no idea you were awake! Did wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s alright. I like when ya touch ma face like that. Ain’t nobody ever done it before. Feels nice.”

“Well, if you like that, I have lots more to show you.” You laugh and kiss his cheek.

“I’ll hold ya to it.”

Yondu pulls you roughly into his arms and holds you tight against his chest, and you both fall back asleep.

~~~

You wake up again later during first shift, and there is a soft glow of light in the room. Yondu is gone, and as you sit up to stretch, you see a cup of juice and a chocolate chip muffin on the night stand.

“Awe, he remembered.” You smile, sip your juice and take a bite of the muffin. You begin to get dressed for the day, smile warmly at your silver bracelet, and head out of Yondu’s quarters toward your office. The walkways of the Eclector are pretty quiet, but you remember that this is the day most of the crew are headed off ship for Knowhere. You reach your office, and find Yondu is there waiting for you.

“Good morning! Hey, thanks for breakfast. You remembered my favorite!” You say happily as you unlock the door and head inside. Yondu follows you in and closes the door behind you both.

“Ah, it was nothin’. But hey, today me and a couple a’ the boys are headed out to sell our take from Jophar and some a’ them minerals we picked up on our last stop. We’s on a place called Knowhere. Ya ever heard of it?”

“I’ve heard it mentioned in passing conversation, but I don’t know much else. Why?”

“Well…Knowhere…it ain’t a place fer Terrans.” He says halfheartedly.

“What do you mean ‘ain’t a place for Terrans’?”

“I don’t mean anything bad about you, honey. You know I care about ya and I think the universe of ya. See, what happens on my ship I can control.” He gestures to himself, and then points toward the door as he continues to his point. “What happens on Knowhere I can’t control. There ain’t no laws, no mandates, no nothin’. You could get picked up by anybody and disappear. Knowhere is an ancient, decaying, celestial head, and I can only protect ya so much out here. My plan is to just get this deal done and get outta here.”

You pace the room and sigh. “Honestly, I’m fine with that. The last thing I want is to wind up in the same situation I was in before I managed to escape that slave ship on Krylor. I trust you, and I’ll stay here.”

“Oh, thank the stars!” He exclaims as he pulls you into an embrace. “I thought you were gonna be ticked that you couldn’t come with me.”

“Well, sure, I wanna see as many places as I can…but you’re the Captain of this Ravager clan, and you have a job to do. I’m not gonna get in the way of that.” You kiss him on his cheek as your hand wanders through the scruff on his face. “I love you. That means I love this ship, and I love that you’re the captain too…thief, Ravager and all.” You warmly smile up at him, completely oblivious to what you just said.

Yondu’s face grows still. He is bewildered and a little shocked, and he just stares at you.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” Worried, you take a step back and grasp his hands.

“Ya…ya just said ya loved me.”

“Oh. Oh, my god I…” You back up toward the door, breathing heavily. Your eyes search Yondu’s face for any sign of calm. There is none to be found. You both panic in silence for a few moments and your mind races.

Shit shit shit! This isn’t how I wanted this to go. It just slipped out! I have no idea if he feels the same way. What if I just scared him off?! FUCK!

Totally freaked out, you make your way for the door. As you turn the handle you hear Yondu behind you call your name.

“Y/n! Wait a minute!”

Your heart is racing, vision blurred, ears ringing. You run down the hallway as fast as your feet can take you. Yondu follows you part of the way, and slows to a stop. Chasing after you won’t help. He’s got a deal to finish, and you need time to calm down. He looks down at his boots and shakes his head. She loves me? No one has ever truly loved me before...I think. I ain’t even sure what love is supposed to feel like. Is this it? Sure, Peter cares. Kraglin cares. Maybe Aleta and Stakar cared at some point. But love? A Ravager ain’t supposed to love anybody. This is all just business right? A means to an end. On one hand, Stakar and Aleta were a thing right? Were they in love? Quill has that green girl…Gamora? Is that love? He snaps his head up at the realization. Quill! That’s it! I can call him when we leave! He’s Terran…he should know what this love thing is.

At that moment, Kraglin approached. “Ya ready Cap’n?”

“Yeah, boy, let’s get this done.”

~~~

You finally make it up to the observation deck. Your throat is on fire, your mouth is dry, and tears are threatening to fall. You collapse on the floor in a pathetic heap. After you catch your breath, you stand up and make your way over to the window. Looking out, you can see the giant skull floating in place. The Warbird is heading that direction and a few other M-Ships follow after.

“Stay safe.” You whisper to yourself.

You sit cross legged on the floor of the observation deck, staring out the window. The stars flicker in the distance. You’ve been lost in thought, and it feels like hours have gone by since you first saw the M-Ships depart.

“I hope they’ll be back soon.” You mutter under your breath.

“I don’t.” A chilling voice comes from behind you, making you jump and turn to see where the voice came from.

“Trenvik! You scared me! I thought you went with everyone else?”

“No, I stayed behind. There is nothing there I want anyway.” He moves closer to you, and you jump to your feet. He positions himself between you and the door. “Now, what is the Captain’s pet doing here all alone?”

“Nothing. I was just enjoying the view and waiting for them to come back. The Captain thought there was no reason for me to go, so I stayed here.”

“The Captain is a smart man, yes? We wouldn’t want our girl getting hurt or kidnapped, would we?”

“Excuse me? Our girl?” You retort.

“Yes, our girl. You belong to the ship, the crew. As far as I am concerned you do not belong to the Captain alone. He is selfish for trying to keep you to himself. The rest of us have needs just as well as he does.” Trenvik eyes you over with a disgusting smile on his face.

“I don’t give a damn about your needs. I belong to the Captain, no one else.”

“I see why he likes you. You have a fire in you. But that does not change the fact that you made me look like a fool.” Trenvik continues to inch closer to you.

“What?! How exactly did I do that?” You yell at him. You search for some way around him, but what he does next catches you off guard.

He charges toward you and slams you against the cold, metal wall behind you. He pushes one arm to your throat, while two hands pin your wrists to the wall. “You led me on! You made me believe that you wanted me, and then came out and made me a liar by confessing your affiliation with the Captain!”

“Led you on?! Trenvik, we’ve barely said a word to each other! You’re insane! Let me go!”

“I…am not...insane. You stupid bitch.” He slaps you in the face, and throws you to the floor. He quickly climbs on top of you and uses all four arms to pin you down. His grip is like steel, you can’t budge an inch. You begin to panic, and beg for your life.

“Trenvik, please, don’t do this!”

He laughs darkly, and slowly grinds his hips against yours. “I’m going to take what’s mine.”

You whimper and begin to cry. “Stop! Please, Stop! Don’t do this to me!”

None of your pleas are working. He reaches down with one hand to undo his pants, and you scream at the top of your lungs. He frees up another one of his hands, and begins to stroke the inside of your thigh.

“You’ll enjoy this, I can promise you that. The Captain will just be an after thought when I’m finished with you.”

“Help me! Somebody please! Help!! No, Stop! Leave me alone!”

Just as it seems like no help is coming, the door to the observation deck flies open. It’s Yondu. Trenvik jumps to his feet, dragging you with him. He pulls out a knife and holds it at your side. The point tearing through your leathers, threatening to pierce your skin.

“Let ‘er go. Now!” Yondu’s voice is even more menacing that you’ve heard before. From what you can see, Kraglin and Oblo are Standing behind him.

“Now, Captain, no need to be rash. I’m just taking what I deserve. This girl belongs to the crew. Last I checked, I’m part of the crew.” Trenvik says.

“Not anymore ya ain’t.” A shrill whistle rings through the air, and you can see Yondu’s arrow appear just a few feet from Tenvik’s face. “Let ‘er go now, and you can leave this ship with yer life.”

“HA! Just as we all thought. The Captain’s gone soft. All for some stupid Terran bitch. You don’t have it in you anymore. You’re just a weak minded –“  Trenvik’s voice was cut off by another sharp whistle. The knife moves away from your body, and you hear a thud behind you. Yondu sent his arrow straight through Trenvik’s skull. You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle more cries. Yondu walks briskly toward you and you run to meet him. He takes you in his arms and holds you tightly.

“Shh..honey it’s alright. Yer safe, yer safe. Kraglin! Oblo! Get this asshole outta here. Gather the crew in the mess, pronto. I wanna make an example of this piece of shit.”

“Yessir. Right away.” Kraglin replies. The two of them pick up each end of Trenvik’s body and haul him out of the room.

“Baby, look at me. Hey, are you alright?” Yondu’s voice becomes much softer. His eyes are so worried, but beautiful. They remind you of the red giants they used to talk about at the planetarium back home. That shade of red is so warm, and calming.

“Yeah… I think so. I think I’m okay.” You manage to get out.

“He didn’t hurt ya did he? Did he touch ya?”

“A little. He was going to do worse, but you got here just in time. How did you know where to find me?” You ask.

“Well, you was runnin’ in this direction earlier. What really got my attention was I could hear you yellin’ at someone through the ventilation system when I was headed toward yer office after we got back in.”

“Oh.”

“It doesn’t matter now sweetheart, yer safe. He’s gone now, he can’t ever hurt ya again. Damn it, I should’a known that low life was up ta somethin’.”

“No! Don’t do that. There was no way you could have known. I had no idea he would do something like this either.” You say.

“Y/n, ya even said the other day that he was givin’ ya weird feelin’s. I should’a listened. I should’a done somethin’ about it then.” Yondu argues.

“Well, it’s over. I’m okay. You’re here now, and I’m okay.”

Yondu holds you closer and lets out a long sigh. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“I am too, but it’s done. You know what I want now?” You ask.

“What’s that darlin’?”

“Go make an example of that asshole.”

A big, spiteful grin grows on his lips. “With pleasure honey, with pleasure.”

~~~

Yondu walks you back to his quarters. His hand never leaves your back, and he’s sure to get you there quickly. He ushers you into the room and looks you over again, as if he missed something.

“Are ya sure yer alright?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Honestly, I just want to shower and catch up on some data entry I meant to get done today.”

“Okay. I can get ya connected to yer server through one of my holopads if ya want ta stay in here?”

“That sounds great. I would love that. I really don’t want to be around anyone right now.” You begin to undress. You look regretfully at the cut in your leathers and tears begin to well in your eyes again.

“Hey now, don’t you worry about that. Geff is really good at fixin’ stuff like this. I’ll make sure he gets these and he can make ‘em good as new. Why don’t ya get in the shower and relax a little. I’ll get ya set up in here, and you can get yer mind off all this. Alright?” Yondu places a hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

“Yeah, thank you. For everything.” You pull Yondu in for a kiss, and you head for the shower.

The hot water feels amazing on your body. The steam clears your mind and allows your stress to melt away. You think about what happened on the observation deck. You aren’t sure when you’ll really be okay, but you know that Trenvik is dead, and you’re safe. When you finish in the shower, you emerge from the bathroom to find Yondu has already gone to the mess to address the crew about Trenvik’s death. You see that he set out one of his under shirts and a pair of leisure pants to relax in. You find the holopad he set up for you on his desk, and you get to work.

~~~

Yondu enters the mess, with a serious scowl on his face. He is relived that you’re safe, but this is a perfect opportunity to rip into his crew. Sure, he may be soft for you, but that means he would kill to keep you safe. He makes his way to the front of the room, and murmurs are floating around of someone’s death. He lets out a sharp whistle to get everyone’s attention, and his arrow zips around the room before coming back to his fist.

“Listen up! There’s been some happenin's on this ship that I need to clarify. Seems like our little conversation regarding y/n bein' my girl wasn’t clear enough fer some of ya!”

Kraglin and Oblo drag Trenvik’s body out into the open for the entire crew to see. There are more quiet murmurs throughout the room.

“This worthless pile a’ shit thought he’d go ahead and try somethin’ stupid with my girl. Ya’ll can see where that got him. Now, I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear: If anyone lays a hand, claw, or paw on y/n, you will be shot! Trenvik is a perfect example of what happens when ya do not obey my orders! Does that make sense, ya buncha’ worthless space rats?!”

“Yes sir!” rings through the mess.

“Good. I will not be havin’ this conversation with ya’ll again. Now git the hell outta my sight!” Yondu turns to Kraglin, and looks over Trenvik’s body one last time. “Krags, throw that corpse out the air lock. We’re finished here.”

[hanabiira]

[musette22]

I’m so sorry to unload on you and being anon and all, but I can’t stop crying today because I’m so scared. We took our 7 (soon to be 8) year old ragdoll cat to the vet yesterday because she has been drinking and peeing excessively for a while. We went in for a check up in december because she had also licked off all her chest and stomach hair and they tested for UTI, but found nothing. We were sent home with instructions to change her food to see if that made a difference. We went back to a brand she has been happy with for years and the fur is maybe growing back a little. But, since then she has started drinking so, so much more and peeing over twice as much as usual and I didn’t know how serious that was until I Googled it recently. She is so healthy and playful otherwise and eats normally I thought it was fine. They did blood samples and another urine sample to check for kidney disease, diabetes, cancer etc yesterday. I am almost certain it is kidney disease and probably at a pretty advanced stage and I am panicking and crying. It could mean she only has a few months left, or at best a few years I think. She was supposed to grow old!! I lost my dear father to skin cancer a few years ago and this brings back so much of those horrible feelings I’ve tried to bury. It doesn’t help that our cat who hates strangers had to be in a different room from us when they took the samples and she ended up scared and traumatized and had to be sedated. She’s still not over it today and I feel it’s only a taste of what’s to come. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I don’t have a lot of people who would understand how much my cat means to me I guess. The vet said the test results would take a few days to get back, but I feel I already know what they are going to say. My boyfriend agrees and he is devastated too, but handles it by keeping it inside. If I tell him how I feel it will only make him feel worse. Why do we do this to ourselves? I lost a cat as a child and said then I would never get a pet again, but here I am. I hate it! I love my cat so much, but right now all that love is just hurting me. Sorry for treating you as some kind of therapist. I use Tumblr as an escape usually and you are always so positive and kind. Do not feel obligated to answer, it is enough that I got it off my chest somehow❤️

Sweetheart, I'm so, so sorry this is happening to you and your lovely cat. It's always horrible when a pet gets sick because we can't ask them what's wrong, and we can't explain to them what's happening, or why they need to go to the vet, and it's just heartbreaking. I guess we do this to ourselves because pets and their humans just have a very special bond, which, in my opinion, can greatly enrich a human life (and the pet's life too, for that matter), which usually makes the pain of their eventual passing 'worth it', for want of a better phrase. But that doesn't mean it's easy to see them suffer, it's absolutely terrible. I wish there was something I could do to help or make you feel better, but I hope that at least getting all of this off your chest made a little bit of a difference. I'm sending all the good, healing vibes to your beautiful cat, an I truly hope that whatever is wrong with her will be treatable and that she can be with you for many years to come. Sending you so much love and hugs, hang in there, darling!❤️❤️❤️

[michipeachiii]

I haven’t given any updates but SO’s mom is in the hospital... again. So I’m pretty sure I mentioned that she was in the ER not too long ago and they said that she had a UTI and was discharged. 

Well.

It was not a UTI, we all knew this. No way she had a UTI. Anyways a few days later she gets a call from one of her doctors and they tell her, you guessed it, she needs to go right back to the ER and evaluated for kidney failure. 

She ended up being hospitalized, put on fluids, and given another blood transfusion. They deemed it necessary to do a kidney biopsy and concluded that she has stage 4 kidney necrosis and they’re hoping antibiotics and steroids will somehow help it. At this point, she’s been given so many diagnoses that I’m not sure what the fuck is going on anymore, or why, or how. 

So she’s been in the hospital I think for 4-5 days now but plot twist, they’re not looking to send her home, they said she needs to be in a nursing home. 🙃 I just... cannot explain... It feels so unreal? I think the thought process is that they don’t think she’s safe enough to stay home and needs constant care. Which that’s fine, no one is arguing that, I think SO and I were kinda alluding to that already when SO’s mom would call us because she needed SO’s help getting to or out of the bathroom. (And by that I mean that that’s a major red flag of not being able to take care of yourself efficiently or safely. It’s a major warning sign that if things do not improve, you end up where we are now.)

I think what’s frustrating is that SO’s mom... sometimes it feels like she doesn’t know how to try to get better? I know that sounds super mean to say but hear me out. Like when she wasn’t eating we would try to find different options for her that would give her strength and she would literally turn her nose at everything and not make any attempt to eat. (We knew we needed to start her back up slowly on food. She didn’t want jello, pudding, yogurt, soup, broth, meal replacement shakes etc... Basically we couldn’t get her on a liquid or soft food diet at all. We barely got her to drink Powerade.) We would ask her what she wanted and she’d say she didn’t want anything, and she’d literally let food go to waste. She would just stay in bed all day not eating or hydrating and we would plead with her to do something, anything, because we knew she’d end up back in the hospital. And this was shortly before she needed that first transfusion (last month I think). We would try to motivate her to at least sit up in bed or just take a few steps, because we were trying to avoid atrophy and trying to rebuild her strength and stamina but she wouldn’t want to do anything. Again, I understand the toll this must be taking on her body, but what I’m trying to say is that what we were doing is what they’re going to be having her do at the nursing home. I’m not trying to blame her for the state she’s in, I just feel like the help we tried to give her she maybe didn’t have the motivation for or something. Maybe she didn’t think it would ever get so bad or be so serious so she didn’t feel our sense of urgency when it came to getting her better. 

I think what’s frustrating is that the doctors are telling her she needs to go and she’s trying to say that she doesn’t need it, that she’s fine at home, that she’ll work on herself at home. But its like how can you work on yourself at home when we come around and you refuse to eat for days at a time, and refuse to move out of bed for anything other than for the bathroom. Again, I’m not trying to blame her but honestly, she needs a more structured space to be in because what we’re doing to provide for her sometimes seems really hopeless and feels like it goes nowhere. SO and I do not have the same tools or abilities or resources that doctors and nursing homes have when it comes to caring for someone in SO’s mom’s condition. 

Our convos would usually go “You need to do XYZ” and she would say she doesn’t feel like it or doesn’t want to do it, then she’d end up in the hospital and they would tell her she needs to do exactly what we’re telling her to do, she gets sent home and then ends up in the hospital within a week because she’s not doing anything different. 

And honestly and unfortunately she does so much better in a hospital where they push fluids and watch her food intake and all that. She weirdly enough, looks and sounds so much better when she’s hospitalized only to crash once she’s back home. It’s so frustrating, it’s so maddening to even think that she may be better off in a nursing home than she would be in her own home. 

[jj-scottsbee]

Little Sister

Prompt: You’re the younger sister of Loki and Thor. You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker right under their noses. 

Warnings: smut, language

  Being the little sister of two the most well-known Gods, had its ups and downs. You had two personal bodyguards, but those bodyguards often tended to get very over-protective and intrusive. You loved them both with your whole heart, but damn did they annoy the shit out of you at times. Privacy was never something they liked to give you, even after both Frigga and Odin discussed with them that you were a growing girl. You needed a certain amount of privacy. The talk took effect for about a week and then your brother's returned to scaring off possible lovers and even friends. 

  They had decided to bring you to Midgard with them, wishing to show you other realms and have you train with some of the most skilled people they knew. You had been ecstatic about moving to Midgard, excited to meet the mortals that your brother's considered to be their second family. The team had welcomed you with open arms, immediately treating you as if you were their own sister. All of them were protective of you, but Natasha and Wanda had helped set a few boundaries for the men. Your brothers finally began to give you little space and let you have your privacy. Neither of them were constantly by your side anymore, they weren't worried about where you were or what you were doing 24/7, anymore. In your new-found freedom, Tony had introduced you to Peter. The two of you hit it off instantly, both of you just clicked with each other. It wasn't long before an innocent friendship turned a little more serious. Unbeknownst to your brothers and the rest of the team. 

  In Asgard Loki, and Thor were very scary when it came to boys and the idea of courting. They were always the first to argue when the idea of a courting ball or introducing you to a possible future husband was thrown out. You were their little sister, their brotherly protectiveness always kicking in. They had adored since you were born, promising their Mother that they would always protect you. As one may have noticed, they had kept their promise and possibly taken it a bit too seriously. 

 When you and Peter began dating, the two of you decided to tell no one, except for May, Natasha, and Wanda. Those three women were the only ones the both of you trusted with your secret. You loved your brothers dearly, but you knew as soon as they found out about you and Peter, their old ways would come back. Quite possibly those old habits may become even worse if they knew about your current relationship. 

  So far you had been able to keep the relationship a complete secret from all the guys on the team for about 5 months. For a team that had spies, super-soldiers, an overly intelligent scientist, a billionaire genius, and two Norse Gods, you would have thought someone else would have caught on by now. Yes, you and Peter were careful of how you interacted with each other around everyone else, but there were still some obvious signs. You may have not been sucking each other's faces in front of the men of the team, but there were lingering glances, longing touches, and the time you two spent together, would most likely out the relationship if anyone else saw how you acted with Peter. The only person who was a little suspicious of you and Peter was Loki, but you brushed it off as him just being protective. 

~ ~ 

  You trudged out of the elevator, sleep still hanging on your body. You wore a baggy hoodie and pair of boxers that you told everyone you had bought, but in actuality, you had stolen them from Peter. Fuzzy socks covered your feet, keeping them warm against the marble floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sweet smile of your boyfriend, Peter. He a bowl of cereal laid in front of him, as he stood at the counter. 

 "Morning Peter." You yawned, passing him. Opening one of the cupboards to grab yourself a cup, you took a quick glance around the floor. 

 "Babe, we're alone," Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you. Setting the cup down, now reassured that the two of you were alone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and put your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, as he placed both his hands on each of your hips. 

 "I missed you last night, where were you?" You pouted, pulling away from the kiss, but leaving your arms draped around the back of his neck. You had noticed his normal sleep attire of sweatpants and an old, ratted hoodie. You knew he slept at the tower last night and usually, when he does, he sneaks up to your room and spends the night with you. 

  "I tried, but Loki was like patrolling the halls. Every time I tried to get out, there he was. I'm pretty sure he thinks I have a UTI, because of how many times I told him I was just going to the bathroom." Peter breathed out, making you laugh a little. Though a little worry set in the back of your mind, what was Loki up to? What did he know?

 "Make it up to me tonight?" You gave him a devilish smile, as you slid one hand down his body, stopping on his clothed package. You slowly palmed him through his sweatpants, watching as he eyed you dangerously. 

  "Of course," He smirked back at you, setting his hands on your ass. As you continued to palm his now hardening member, as he groped your ass aggressively. Both of you had a small case of sexual frustration since it had been a week since Peter and you had gotten down to business. 

 The ding of the elevator separated the two of you in a mere second, you went to fill your cup with water, as Peter began to eat his cereal once again as he scrolled through his phone. Tony and Steve entered the room, Tony already showered and Steve sweaty from his morning workout. Both of them distracted by their conversation, not bothering to give you two a second glance as they passed, heading towards the living room area. After the two men had passed you, Tony slowly came back. He was still facing the direction he been walking in previously, but retraced his step stopping across from you and Peter. You stood next to Peter now, both of you raised your eyes to meet Tony's as he turned around to face the two of you. 

 "Why you wearing those?" Tony questioned pointing at your pants, your heart froze and Peter mindlessly looked down at your choice of pants. His body tensed next to yours as he realized you were wearing his boxers. 

  "Their mine." You blurted out.

  "I didn't ask that, but now I know they're actually his. I knew those looked familiar anyways, but thanks for the confirmation." Tony pointed from you to Peter and then back to the boxers you were in. 

  "You can't tell anyone, please Tony." 

  "How do you know those are mine?" Peter questioned. 

  "Uhm, secrets are hard and who do you think does your dirty laundry? Do you think your dirty clothes just magically disappear?" Tony asked sarcastically, "But I will keep my mouth shut, as long as no one gets pregnant."

 "No need to worry, Natasha was sweet enough to get me on the pill." You offered, relief washing over your body. You knew Tony wouldn't tell your brothers on purpose, but he was known for having a bit of a big mouth.

After the little encounter with Tony, both of you became even more secretive. You constantly apologized to Peter for wearing his boxers and panicking under pressure. However, Peter being Peter he assured you multiple times that it was okay. For the next couple of days the two you kept your distance a little bit, hoping that Tony would forget about the whole situation. Unfortunately, Tony made it his mission to secretly tease the two of you about the relationship in front of everyone. Though he made sure to make comments that people wouldn't catch on too. 

  "So, Y/N you seeing anyone lately? Y'know, like romantically? Ya got your eye on any particular boy? Cause I heard Peter's single, so he's always an option." Tony rambled, as he walked into the living room. You and Loki were reading, while Thor and Clint sat on the opposite couch watching whatever was on tv. You closed your eyes, annoyance taking over. 

  "I'm not really looking for a relationship right now." You mumbled, trying to keep the annoyance you were feeling a secret. As soon as Tony had mentioned you being in a relationship, both of your brothers were quick to tune into the conversation. Loki gave Thor a questioning look and then turned towards Tony, who now stood in the kitchen. 

  "Y/N has no interest in boys right now, she need not worry about it anyway," Loki spoke up, waiting for you to nod in agreement. Thor was quick to agree but added in his thoughts. 

  "Well, to be honest brother, I would rather our little sister be interested in the tiny spider-boy rather than a stranger. We know where the skinny boy lives." Thor chuckled, Loki shrugging as it was a valid point. You rolled your eyes, as you pushed yourself off the couch. 

  "Well I'm gonna leave and I'm asking you nicely, please stop talking about my love life. You are all grown men, find yourselves, someone, before you discuss someone for me." You stated as you walked into the elevator. A chorus of 'heys' followed as the doors began to shut, Clint laughing as he commented that he already had a wife. 

  "I've got Pepper!" Tony yelled in a matter of fact tone, leaning over the counter to look at you. 

 "Oh please, everyone is still trying to figure out whether or not she is just a very realistic, robotic, sex-doll," Loki added, the argument that came after was completely silenced as the elevator began to move. 

  You let out a relieved breathe, happy to finally be away from Tony and your brothers. That was only one of the many times that Tony had made comments like that and you knew, Loki was slowly catching on. Thor was still obviously oblivious, as always. 

 You avoided everyone the rest of the day, sticking to your room. You texted Peter around 5 that you wanted to see him and you both agreed on sneaking into the living room around 10 and watching a movie together. Neither of you were feeling very risky currently, so you both planned on watching a comedy movie later. As always, you took a shower just before you went down to meet Peter. You shaved, everywhere, you put on Peter's favorite lotion of yours and some grey comfy shorts that sat just a little higher than they should. You couldn't help yourself, as you decided to go commando and no bra, with an oversized sweatshirt. 

  Both of you met in the living room around 10, knowing if anyone came in it wouldn't look like anything more than just two friends watching a movie. You let Peter pick the movie, as you grabbed two blankets. You two would definitely be sharing one, but you grabbed the other to make it look like you guys had two separate ones. You settled next to Peter, your shoulder's touching. Peter gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of yours under the blanket. 

  Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Peter had managed to slip his hand from yours and place it on the inside of your thigh. You responded knowingly, as you untucked your legs from under you, widening them just enough. Peter pulled the blanket up just a little bit more, to hide his growing hard-on and the placement of his hand. Every time Peter moved his hand further up your thigh, he would glance over at you every time to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. You would meet his eyes only for a second, to give him the 'go-ahead' and then turn your attention back to the tv. 

  You could feel yourself, becoming wetter each time he would move his hand. Butterflies formed in your stomach, as he got closer and closer to your center. You moved your hips just slightly, motioning for him to just touch you already. He gave you a cocky smirk, as he slipped his hand up your shorts, realizing you had no underwear on. 

  "You planned on this, huh?" He teased, as he slowly began to massage your clit. You gave him a mischievous smile, as you turned your head towards him. He watched as your smile, turned into a look of pleasure as he began to add a little pressure. 

  You couldn't help yourself and moved so you now straddled him. He readjusted himself and then guided you down onto the bulge that sat trapped in his black joggers. You immediately set your lips on his, not even bother to wait for permission you let your tongue slip into his mouth. As your tongue explored his mouth, you slowly began to grind yourself onto his boner. The slight friction exciting you and the small groan that left Peter's mouth fueled you to keep going. Peter gripped your hips hard, lifting you slightly off of his lap. You had a knee on both sides of his lap holding you up, as he kept his lips on yours. Your hands sat on either side of face cupping him, he only stopped the kiss for a second to wet two of his fingers. He instantly connected with your lips again as he led his hand back down to your core once again. 

 A small gasp escaped your lips, as you felt Peter slowly slip a finger inside of you. You thanked god for letting you remember to wear loose shorts and no underwear. He slowly pumped one finger in and out as you deepened the kiss.

 "Y/n, Peter? Mr. Stark would like me to remind you two that there are security cameras in the living room." Jarvis's voice scared the shit out of both you, as you pushed your self off of Peter and to the side. You quickly grabbed the blanket pulling it up to make sure everything was covered. You mentally slapped yourself as you had completely forgotten about the cameras, as you tried to catch your breath. 

  As you and Peter sat there slightly annoyed, trying to calm your breathing, the elevator doors opened. In came Thor, Loki, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Peter and you made eye contact as you saw who exited the elevator, both of you now silently thanking Tony. He must have known you two were in the living room and as a precaution he sent Jarvis. Thank all the gods that he did. 

 "Well, hello sister and boy." Loki referred to you in a loving tone and Peter or 'boy' in a slightly disgusted one. You gave him a small smile, while Peter gave an awkward wave. The tension in the air seemed thick to you and Peter, as the questioning looks from Bucky, Steve, and Sam hit the two of you. Half of the team came and joined the two of you on the couches in the living room. Sam sitting next to Peter and Bucky next to you. Steve, Thor, and Loki took seats on the two other couches in the room. 

  "So what are we watching?" Thor asked, looking to you expectantly.  You let out an annoyed huff, as you pushed yourself off the couch and walked off. Accidentally leaving Peter who looked at your back begging for help, as he sat under one of the blankets his member still hard.  "What? Was it something I said?" 

  ~ ~

  Last night you had been interrupted by your brothers, while you and Peter were cuddling, rather intensely. You woke up today around 9 and texted Peter to meet you in the stairwell as soon as he got to the tower that morning. You had apologized multiple times for leaving him with a boner in front of everyone, but you had gotten overly frustrated. You were determined to make it up to him. 

 "So why here?" He questioned as he walked up to one of the many sets of stairs. 

 "No one takes the stairs and there should be no way we get interrupted this time." 

 "Interr-" Before he could question anything else, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto him. His hands found your hips right away, making sure to set them under your shirt so he could feel your bare skin. He slowly guided you backward until your back was against the wall, one his hands immediately finding it's way into your sweatpants. Lucky for him, underwear had never really been something you favored much. 

  Peter slipped his hand down to your core, running his middle finger up and down your folds. His finger was immediately soaked in your wetness, as you were already dripping for him. Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger deep inside of you. You gasped breaking the kiss, letting Peter attach his lips to your neck. Grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you moaned as he slipped a second finger inside of you. Sucking your neck, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He then removed his mouth from your neck once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, watching intensely as your face was covered in pure pleasure. 

  "These are just my fingers, you want something better?" He asked, his eyes were dark with lust. He waited for you to answer as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them when he went as deep as he could. You felt your legs begin to shake, but you wanted him to fuck you before you came. You nodded eagerly, as you gripped the sides of your pants slipping them off. Peter wasted no time, simply pulling his joggers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing member. You stared at it hungrily, but before you could drop to your knees, he had spun you around. He shoved your face towards the wall and pulled your hips our towards him, kicking your feet apart as he lined himself up. Peter could be so gentle and sweet when it came to sex, or he could be rough and demanding. 

  "Peter please, I need you to fuck me." You whined as he slid his tip up against your folds. 

  Without uttering a word, he quickly shoved himself balls deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, all concern for being quiet forgotten. He moaned as he entered you, the way you hugged him and the warmth, he could have cum right then and there. But it had been a little while since he had been inside of you, so he planned on making this last. He held your hips tight as he began to thrust in and out, watching as you braced yourself against the cold wall of the stairwell. Your moans of pleasure filled his ears, only pushing him to fuck you harder and faster. 

  "Fuck," He grunted as he continued to fuck you as hard as possible, he made sure to pull out as far as he could and then plunged himself back inside of you, as deep as he could go. He hit all the right spots, as he pounded you from behind. Just as his thrusts began to become sloppy, he pulled out of you completely. You went to complain, but before you could he had spun you to face him and picking you up from under your ass, he set your back against the wall and slipped back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the sensation of filling you up once again. 

 "Oh Peter," You moaned your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your eyes closed in pure pleasure. He watched proudly as your breasts bounced within your shirt with each thrust, a smirk covering his face as your moans filled his ears. He loved the way you looked when he fucked you. 

 "God, I love the way you say my name," He grunted, thrusting deep within you. He closed any space that had sat between the two of you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. Your breathing was hard and fast, as you felt his cock bring you closer and closer to your edge. "Cum on my dick." 

  The sound of his gentle voice, saying suck vulgar things helped you reach your high. Your screams helping Peter to reach his. His pumps became sloppy, but he continued to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You rode out your high on his final thrusts. 

  "I love you, I love you, I love you," Peter moaned breathlessly as he pumped every bit of his seed inside of you. His thrusts slowed, but he continued to ride out his high as he continued to pump into you as deep as he could go. For at least a minute, the two of you sat with Peter still inside of you trying to calm your breathing down. With one final kiss, Peter gently slid out of you and set you down. Laughing quietly as you gripped onto him, your legs feeling like jelly. 

  "I'm definitely going to be feeling this later today," You breathed out, as you let go of your boyfriend. He smiled at you, as he pulled his pants up to cover himself. Helping you to balance as you put your sweats back on. You were both were sweaty and looking disheveled, but decided you could just tell people you had been training or running around. 

  You both slowly made you way up the stairs to the kitchen, the hunger setting in your stomachs. Walking out of the stairwell, you were greeted by the whole team who sat around the living room or in the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda, hiding small laughs as they knew exactly what had just taken place. Tony giving you two a narrowed glance, his eyes following the both of you. The rest of the team simply threw small hi's or good mornings your way, thinking nothing of you two exiting the stairwell on your phones. 

  You sat on the stool across from Loki and Thor, as they both sat talking while eating their breakfast. Peter stood near you as you both continued to go through your phone. Your breathing had finally calmed, once you greeted your brothers. Almost instantly, you caught Loki's eye. He was staring at you hard, but it wasn't your eyes he was looking at. 

 "What's on your neck." He hissed, your heart froze as you had forgotten about the hickeys Peter had left. Immediately, Thor was attentive and staring at your neck as well. As if planned, both of your brothers flicked their eyes towards Peter, who stood frozen in fear. 

 "Run," I whispered quickly. 

 "I'm running now," Peter stated awkwardly as he darted for the stairs, Loki and Thor hot on his tail. 

[nationofimaginations]

Safe and Sound // Scott McCall

Prompt: Hey could you make a one shot where Scott tells you not to do something, but you do it anyway and it almost gets you killed, and that’s when he tells you that he is in love with you? Thanks!

Thank you so much of the request! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of death, a bit of blood, heavy feels, hospital stay

Those damn Hunters. Scott was leading the pack into yet another suicide mission. You were no supernatural creature, but in your gut, you could sense that someone was going to get hurt. It was not part of your nature to stand back while your dearest friends risked their lives. Scott’s brown eyes peered into yours with a glare of stern concern and something else you could not put your finger on. “I know you want to help, but this isn’t the place for you. It’s too dangerous for you. It would be better for everyone if you just stayed back this time.”

“I get it. I’m just a fragile human to you. It’s not like anyone else here is exactly invincible,” you seethe through your teeth. This was true. Supernatural did not always equal invincibility as all of you had seen almost on the daily. It was frustrating that Scott never could accept that you were more than capable of holding your own, even after you proving your strength and intelligence time and time again. Yet, he continued to treat you like a burden.

“This is my fight. I decide who fights with me. You will stay here. End of discussion.” Fighting him was useless. There are other methods of getting your way.

“Fine.” Scott’s tense broad shoulders relax upon your apparent surrender. His lips curve into an appreciative smile, a grateful glint sparkles in his eyes — or was that something else? Something that delves beyond being a protective friend.

“Thank you,” he says your name softly as if he didn’t want it to float out of his reach and into anyone else’s grasp. Against his better judgement, he wanted you to be his and his alone. Still, your safety was of the utmost importance to him and he was more than willing to sacrifice his selfish desires to keep you from getting yet another target on your back. “Go home. I will come back to check on you after this is all over. I promise.”

You give him one last look before you turn to retreat to your home. You felt pathetic and useless running away from the fight. It was not your fault that you could not shapeshift or predict the future or whatever. Determination ran through your blood. You were going to prove yourself no matter what it takes. Jumping in your car, you quietly recite the directions to the abandoned warehouse the pack was heading toward. It wasn’t a long journey before you got close enough to sneak the rest of the way on first.

Just beyond the trees, in a decent sized clearing a dinghy building stood. The overcast in the sky passed rapidly, making the moonlight dance against the rotting property. Shadows could be seen through the cracked glass of the windows on the bottom floor. It was the perfect place for an evil mastermind to operate. You crept up to the entrance, hearing familiar voices talking inside. The Hunters backs’ were facing you while the pack stood their ground on the opposite side of the large space. This was the perfect time for you to make your attack. Just run in and knock one of them out, giving Scott the perfect opportunity to join in to overpower them. Absolutely flawless plan of a sneak attack. Nothing could go wrong.

You lean against the wall and clutch your heart, trying to calm its incessant pounding against your chest. You had never done anything like this but it had to be done. Slowly, you rise bracing yourself to run at your victim. Sprinting at the fastest rate your legs could carry you, you jump on the nearest figures back, hitting his head with closed fists. Scott calls out your name, furrowing his eyebrows. Your punches land but do nothing to bring the figure to the ground. If anything, you were a pitiful koala clinging on his back. An extra weight, nothing more.

Another one of the hunters grabs you by your waist, pulling you back to your feet. Your back presses up against a heavy chest as your hands are restricted behind you and a hand squeezes your neck. “It’s so nice to see that your girlfriend decided to join us, Scott. I am truly looking forward to showing her what a real man looks like later tonight,” the lead Hunter smirks, resting the barrel of his gun against his shoulder. He runs a hand over your cheek, looking back over his shoulder at Scott. The minion’s hand tightens against your windpipe, nausea fills your stomach. A rumble emits from Scott’s chest, his face burning with raw rage. It was one thing to mess with the pack, but to hear that monster mention you made his skin boil.

There were only a few moments before you would blackout, this was your time to do something, anything to save yourself. Scott and the Hunter exchange a few more words while you brace yourself. You shift your body weight forward, gathering enough momentum to swing your head back and make contact with your captors nose. A sick crack echoes through the room. He releases you from his constrictive grip and you begin running to safety by Scott’s side. Adrenaline makes you feel powerful as you lunge to safety.

“Watch out!” a voice shouted. Your head whips to the origin of the sound. Shadows of countless arrows and bullets fly in your direction. Metal grazes your skin, knocking you to the ground. Your head bounces off the rocky ground and you can feel a warm liquid trickle down your side

A scream tries to leave your mouth but it comes out in a garbled cry. Face down. Paralyzed. Unable to make out any words. Bleeding out in a secluded warehouse with the worst pain you could imagine. This is it, you think.

“I told you not to follow us. How could you be so stupid? Why couldn’t you stop trying to be the hero for once in your life?” He flips you onto your back and cold regret crawls through his veins. His throat dries as he notices the life drained from your face. Your lips turning blue under the moonlight. Your eyes no longer possessing that special shine he would be more than willing to spend the rest of his life looking at.

“Stay with me,” he cries, holding your cold hand up to his cheek. “There’s so much we still have to do. Just you and me. Please give me another chance. I’ll do things right this time. Please don’t leave me like this. Not before I — ” He chokes on his words. He blames himself for all of this happening. Maybe if he had let you come along in the first place, he would have been able to better shield you from harm. Maybe he should have left someone behind to watch you. Maybe he should have never introduced you to his world in the first place. His thoughts come to a rapid halt as you gasp for air. Your eyes flutter shut, leaving black holes in their place. This is it, he thinks.

“This isn’t fair! Bring her back!” He whimpers your name, punching the bloody concrete next to your body. His knuckles burst with blood, adding to the gruesome mix. Derek roughly grabbed his arm, heaving Scott to his feet. But gravity reunited him back to your side, where he belonged.

“We have to get her to the hospital. Screaming at the sky isn’t helping anyone.” Derek’s voice of reason gives Scott a rush of hope over his body. He gingerly cradles your head in his arm while the others move under your thighs to lift you into the air. His heart sinks as he remembers fantasizing being in this position at a later date under much happier circumstances.

~

Everything feels heavy including the strong smell of antiseptic. A faint beeping from the machines to the side of the bed and the wires entangling your lifeless limbs let you know that you are in a medical facility of some sort. Breathing alone prompts a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You reflexively reach to hold the pain but a weight on your hand prevents you from doing so. Your eyes open, adjusting to the blinding light as you try to see what is touching you. A strong bruised hand engulfs yours, making it seem much smaller than usual. Small scratches litter the surface, highlighting the prominent veins ever so slightly. The thumb traces soft patterns into the back of your hand making you sigh in comfort. Your eyes travel up the mysterious figure’s muscular arms to a familiar face. Scott was hunched over in the small visiting chair that was most likely not intended to be a place for napping. His head fell to one side and you noticed a small glimmer of drool rolling down his cheek. The sight made you smile. How long has he been like that?

A soft voice makes you turn your attention to the otherside of the room. “You know, he hasn’t left the room since we first got here. Not even to take a leak, according to my professional opinion, a UTI is in the works.” Stiles stood near, leaning against the door. He spoke in a hushed and uncharacteristically serious tone. “He made me promise to watch you while he slept, I swear I’m not a creep.”

You tried to say something, anything, but your throat was so dry that nothing would come out. Stiles held up a reassuring hand, signaling that you can relax. “He really cares about you. He always has. He just has a hard time showing it. Don’t be too hard on him.”

A wave of shivers run over your body. Was that true?  Soft snores recapture your attention. Scott looks so peaceful and innocent as he sleeps. It is so unlike anything you had seen before. You wished to run your fingers through his silky hair but he was too far away.

“I’ll go let the doctor know you are awake.” Stiles turns to leave. The door clicks behind him and Scott jumps to his feet. Teeth bared, ready to kill anyone who dares to threaten his sleeping beauty.

“It’s okay Scott. Everything is fine. We are safe now,” you struggle to say. Your voice comes out hoarse but you try your best to sound comforting.

Scott’s face almost instantly brightens. He takes your hand in both of his hands, squeezing tightly as he drops to his knees at your bedside. His lips connect with the back of your hand, leaving several quick pecks. His eyes gloss over as he smiles so widely for you. He very suddenly leaned over to embrace you in his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chants over and over again with his lips pressed against your ear. Who he is talking to is unclear but you don’t mind. His smell is intoxicating. You wish you could live in it like a permanent comfy sweatshirt. Shortly, he pulls away looking back into your eyes.

“I was so worried, I could not live with myself if you would have died.”

“I know, I’m sorry Scott. I just wanted to be more than your useless wimpy friend for once.” Your eyes don’t meet his piercing gaze.

“You have never been useless or wimpy to me,” his hand gently pushes your chin to look back at him. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. You are strong, smart, capable, independent. You never needed to prove yourself to me. I have been in love with you since the day I first laid eyes on you. I love you, (Y/N).”

The EKG on the other side of the bed picked up on your accelerated heart beat, increasing its steady beat rapidly though you could have sworn in that moment your heart exploded from pure joy. “I love you too, Scott.”

You both exchanged a smile before locking lips passionately. Your lips molded together and moved in a perfect pattern as if you had done this a million times before. This is where you are meant to be. Safe and sound in his arms.

(A/N)

Well, that was a trip. It is kind of rushed. I just wanted to get something out. I have been getting back into writing again lately, however, Teen Wolf has not been as inspiring to me as it once was. As you could probably tell this was a little bit all over the place. I think I might write a few Star Wars one shots (specifically Anakin or Kylo bc I love an emotional bad boy) to get back in the mood. So if you are into that, stay tuned and maybe send me some inspiration.

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survey by -egocentricity-

Describe the last time you...

Went swimming: It was in Nasugbu with Angela, Sofie, and Gab nearly a couple of years ago. We wanted to go to a nearby beach before the semester started, so we planned the trip at the last minute and literally just right after we enrolled for our classes.

Went on a date: It was at BGC at this nice, romantic French restaurant. Then as we headed back to the car we spotted a jazz bar that had a live band performing, so we took a detour there to have drinks and nachos.

Were hurt by someone you love: My mom says a lot of hurtful things all the time I’ve stopped keeping track of them and letting them affect me too much, but I’m sure she’s done it recently.

Did something nice for yourself: I got myself a night lamp to improve the ambience in my room and make it feel even more homey. The lamp I had before it was just something I borrowed from my parents and it had white light, so it didn’t feel the most calming. The one I have right now emits this soft yellow shade that makes me feel infinitely more relaxed.

Did something nice for someone else: I ordered KFC at like 1 AM last Wednesday because I was feeling hungry and there was nothing at home that could meet my cravings, and aside from getting orders for my parents I also got a Zinger for my delivery driver as a way to thank him and lift his spirits for working that late into the night.

Were injured: I always sport some sort of scratch or gash somewhere on my body these days from playing with Cooper. This morning I got a new wound on one of my knuckles since he was pulling on his leash way too hard when I was walking him.

Went to the hospital: I had to take blood and urine tests last May to figure out what was wrong with me since I had been sick for a week by that point. That was also during the peak of the pandemic, so there was a lot of anxiety about me catching Covid. It turned out to be a UTI, and even though that technically sucks the whole family was relieved it wasn’t Covid.

Understood something that previously confused you: I had my dad explain to me how buying and bidding for houses works. Hahaha I am sooooo not equipped to be a fully-functioning adult.

Faked sick to get out of going to class: I don’t think I ever did this. If I had wanted to skip class, I just skipped it.

Hung out with your friends: I went to Perfy’s with 7 friends shortly before it shut down for good as a result of the pandemic. We had some beer and bar chow, and to be completely frank it felt quite nice to have that one night where things felt normal again, as ignorant as it was. We vaped until we were dizzy and some of them smoked too much that the smell ended up clinging to me and my clothes, but luckily I got home when my whole family was already in their rooms so no one was able to smell me.

Met someone new: There’s this girl who recently got onboarded to one of our client brands and we started working with her about a week or two ago. She’s honestly been a bit over the place, but I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt because she’s fairly new at a particularly hectic time in her workplace. My first impression of her was that she gave such a strong UP vibe so I looked her up on Facebook, and it turns out we went to the same college and the same high school.

Did something that you were afraid to do: A couple of months ago I had a one-on-one video call organized by the CEO of my employer so that she could get to know me better. She was super nice and listened attentively to my answers to all her questions, but it was easy to tell she wanted to see what I could bring to the table and how well I could mesh with the team especially since I’ve never met her and everyone else in person, so I made sure my social game was maxed out for those 15 minutes haha.

Did something you promised you would never do: I vaped literally half an hour ago. I never expected to form a habit out of it especially after being vehemently against any form of smoking for most of my life. Not particularly proud of it but then again I’m here for a good time and not a long time lmao.

Regretted something: Lazada had this huge app-wide sale last week and their Hydro Flasks were like ₱600 cheaper, but I didn’t buy it because I was feeling stingy that day haha. Now the products are back to their normal price and they’ll probably never get to be that cheap again :( There’s another sale happening tomorrow but the discounts aren’t as big, but I’ll probably place an order this time.

Went shopping: I went to H&M last January to get Andi a late Christmas present. I asked Leigh what they would appreciate as a gift, and she told me they’d wanted to start experimenting with feminine clothes so I got them a nice black skirt and this really elegant dress (that I honestly wanted for myself). I heard they cried once they opened the paper bag, and making people cry with the gifts you get them will always be one of the best feelings ever haha.

Asked someone out/were asked out: Idk, it was 5 years ago and nothing I want to remember anymore.

Broke up with someone: I’ve never broken up with someone.

Had someone break up with you: It was terrible and the stuff of all my nightmares combined, and it happened in the middle of an already-shitty month to boot so I had little hope for myself to come out of it alive. I had everything planned and ironed out and all that was left was for me to leave. 

It’s been 7 months and I’ve never felt emotionally and mentally better and healthier.

Were heartbroken: I follow this animal rescue NGO on Facebook and they regularly post about dogs who’ve lived through awful situations and need urgent care and forever homes to live in. Fortunately the page has a wide reach and regularly gets support, and I try to donate to their bank account as often as I can.

You were angry with someone: Haven’t directed my anger towards anyone in a while.

You felt "in love" with someone: It was during the time I was still reeling over the breakup and was caught in an endless loop of still being in love with them and forcing myself to finally detach.

You wanted something unrealistic: I was at the rooftop this morning and I could feel the temperature getting warmer every hour, and when I finally couldn’t tolerate the heat and was forced to go back indoors I felt super annoyed because all I want is to live somewhere with a chilly climate all-year round hahaha UGH

You made someone angry: It was when I spilled a tiny drop of soup onto the dining table and my mom had a complete meltdown about it. After 89457843957 years of her getting mad at First World Problems I wasn’t intimidated by her anymore, but it still irked me at how something so little can piss her off so I just decided not to speak a word for the rest of the night.

You made someone's day: I hope I made my delivery driver’s night when I got him his burger as a surprise. I hold so much respect and appreciation for them considering they’ve been working very hard to get people’s goods to their doorsteps in the midst of a global pandemic.

Tried something new: When I bought my lamp it was the first time I got something to decorate my room. I usually spend all my money on food, so that was a nice change to try out.

Tried your best: I always try my best at work and to make each day more improved than the last.

Didn't try at all: A couple of nights ago I asked my dad to light up my scented candle and he challenged me to try lighting up a matchstick by myself for once. I was all primed and ready to go, but backed out at the last second :(( I told him there was a big chance I could freak out, drop the lit matchstick. and set something in the dining room (where we were) on fire, and that’s when he gave up and just lit it up himself hahaha

Got nothing for your efforts: I’d gladly refer you to my big waste of a 6-year relationship.

Had a serious talk with someone: I always have deep conversations with Andi and they’ve been about various topics over the last few months.

Told someone how you really feel: It was when Bea scheduled a quick one-on-one catch-up call with me to check up on how I was doing with work and if I was doing okay with the everyday craziness of it all. But I didn’t say anything grave; I just told her I honestly like the work we do and that it’s nice that it keeps me excited everyday, so there’s little to complain about.

Hid what you felt from someone: One of my co-workers, Denise, is honestly a little challenging to work with. I always have to pick up after her and remind her of stuff we need to do together, and even Bea has let a few comments slide between us about how difficult she can be. But considering I’m a lot newer than her and we’ve never met each other I’ve stayed quiet for now.

Took something that didn't belong to you: I got the matchbox from my parents’ room to ask one of them to light up the aforementioned scented candle I have.

Borrowed something from someone: I borrowed one of my sister’s cords the other evening to charge my vape pen.

Lost a game: This was when my orgmates and I played a couple Jeopardy games over Zoom about a month ago and I lost to Robin.

Won a game: Not sure, I don’t really play a lot of games.

Told someone you love him/her: Jo, after she shared that she tested positive for Covid.

Went on vacation: It’s been a year and a half and the world has changed a lot since then, but my family and I went to Tagaytay and Cavite for a quick weekend getaway; it was Tagaytay on Saturday then we drove to another hotel in Cavite the next day. We played Heads Up, ate Jelly Belly jellybeans, had a lot of nice food, took some walks, but then I also had to work on a Powerpoint in between because I had a presentation that was due that Monday lol.

Went on a roadtrip: Last January we drove to Tagaytay (again) for my dad’s 50th birthday. Before heading to our accommodation we had brunch at La Creperie where we happened to be seated beside Larry Gadon – bleck – and his wife. Then we headed to the condo unit where we stayed the night at, ordered a samgyupsal set, and I watched GMM’s Let’s Talk About That into the night until I fell asleep.

Flew on a plane: That would be over two years ago and it was during our vacation to Bicol. That also marks the last time I ever spoke a word to my brother, because on our way home my family got into a heated argument and he ended up slapping me in the face. I don’t tolerate physical acts of violence, and especially not from someone younger than me, so I was more than glad to cut ties with him moving forward.

Were annoyed with a family member: My mom is politically incorrect 24/7, and it grinds my gears 24/7.

Took something too far: Idk, maybe cutting off ties with Gab. A part of me wanted to reconnect at some point, once I’ve healed; but I’ve reached a point in my life where that doesn’t seem so necessary anymore. Life just works funnily sometimes, I guess. I haven’t completely cut her off; we’re still mutuals on Twitter (though she also never uses it so it barely counts), and also still Facebook friends (though I’ve unfollowed her and I’ve also blacklisted her from seeing my posts – thank god for that feature), so now it’s really just a matter of pressing some buttons and finally disconnecting for good.

Gave up too soon: I wanted to learn riding a bike during the early days of the pandemic last year, but I gave up after like two days of being unsuccessful.

Listened to a band you had not heard before: I started exploring some of BTS’ music earlier this week after weeks of just knowing Dynamite.

Judged someone: Some of the bloggers that I regularly correspond with for work, and who’ve recently added me on Facebook, have opinions I don’t necessarily agree with.

Asked a "stupid question": I ask a lot of newbie questions at work that maybe some people would consider dumb, but I’d rather get answers to do my work correctly than take guesses and end up doing the wrong thing.

Got "a stupid answer": Not sure.

Took a picture of something/someone: I recently took a photo of my work desk setup so I could show off my new pretty lamp, hahaha.

Told a lie: I told my mom my Hydro Flask is still with Angela and that I should be getting it soon, but I really lost it a few years ago and would have to buy a new one.

Told the truth: Idk I tell the truth all the time.

[emma-what-son]

(Echee post) Emma Watson wants her privacy at Café Pacifico in Covent Garden

Posted on May 22 2014.

From standard.co.uk May 2014 "Emma Watson has gone from unknown schoolgirl to Hollywood actress, thanks to playing Hermione in the Harry Potter films. But fame ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.The Londoner spotted Watson at Mexican hotspot Café Pacifico in Covent Garden on Friday, heading to the bar to order some drinks. Heads swivelled, eyes turned upon her and Watson retreated to the corner where her boyfriend Matthew Janney was sitting. Even that didn’t do the trick. Shortly afterwards, he was seen asking a table of customers, all chaps, to move away from their spot to give the star some privacy. Watson is lucky: few would argue with her rugby-playing beau, but he still said please." So she was at a public place drinking and because people were looking at her she had her boyfriend ask them to move so she could have her space and privacy? If she wants her privacy she can go home to drink. Those patrons have every right to be there like she does. Was she being heckled? No. It's natural for some people to get a little star struck around celebrities. Society or more like the business they work for have them made out to be such perfect specimens and better than everyone else that people are bound to check them out when coming across one in public. It's not like they were running up to her asking for autographs and selfies. They were looking going, "Hey look it's Emma Watson". And it's really no different when people spot a really attractive person in a bar or pub. I think it could have been worse don't you? What is it with celebrities like Emma who talk about wanting to be normal and treated like everyone else but then expect special treatment when around us "commoners"? Or maybe they don't want to really fit in. They just want the best of both worlds? As the saying goes they want to have their cake and eat it to. Idk but this is a shit move on her part. Total diva moment for sure.

Here is a couple other stories from this year where Emma is being less than nice and sociable From jamesmeets.wordpress April 2014: ….This only left the two big guns to arrive, Russell Crowe and Emma Watson. A couple of cars pulled into the Square together, which meant one of the two was arriving, but which would it be? Heart in my mouth as out got Emma. Here’s the point at which I should probably provide a bit of a back-story… At one stage, Emma was my favourite person; I grew up watching the Harry Potter films, and when I started this crazy hobby nine years ago there was a (small) list of people I wanted to meet most, and she was very close to the top of that list. However… four years ago I went to Wimbledon for the tennis finals. Rafa Nadal had beaten Thomas Berdych in straight sets in b-e-a-utiful weather. A perfect Sunday afternoon, topped off by spotting Emma leaving the VIP pavilion. I genuinely don’t think I had (or since have) ever been so excited to see one person. I asked her and she said no. It wasn’t a polite no, I’d have no issue with that, but was a downright rude no. It’s hard to describe, but her attitude was really bad. Maybe she was a Thomas Berdych fan? Joking aside, I was gutted, and since then the overarching thought whenever anyone mentioned her was that experience. Even getting an autograph from her at the BAFTAs in 2011 didn’t help change my opinion, as even the hardest signers’ sign at the BAFTAs. Anyways, back to the present… Out got Emma, and in some kind of twisted fate, came straight over to where I was. She signed for the person next to me, and then it was my turn. Despite internally combusting with a mix of excitement and nerves, I managed to tell her I met her at SW19, even with the details of Rafa winning in straight sets, that she’d said no to a photo and I was gutted. I was probably less eloquent than I picture. I asked her if she’d make up for it by posing for a picture now, and she agreed. Say whaaaaaaaaat!!! Her brother (I presume it was her brother, I’ve no idea) took the camera and took an absolutely belting photo. His fan photo

Some comments from this person's page about Emma and the photo: Moviefan2k4-“No offense intended, but are British people always really serious? I’m only asking because Emma’s not smiling in that picture. She almost looks like she didn’t want to be at the screening.” James-”She’s not the nicest person in the world - she probably didn’t want to be there!” Moviefan2k4-“That’s sad; I hope she was just having a rough time, and that isn’t her daily temperament.” Dancingirl1-“Wish she would’ve smiled.” James-“It is. I met her four years ago and she was plain rude. Only reason I got this photo was because I told her how disappointed I was back then.” I bet if he was a hot guy she'd have no problem taking a photo with him. I bet that had something to do with it. She just seems like the type that would be so shallow. Plus she is there to promote Noah so she should be nice. It's part of the job detail. She can't work the crowd a little? It's not like she does it everyday. Idk but if I was making millions solely off the backs of working people I'd be ecstatic that they wanted my autograph. Here is another one From raleightelegram.com April 2014, "The after party was at the Central Park boathouse and they packed up 10 tour buses to get everyone over there.Jennifer Connolly sans any bodyfat whatsoever was shivering on the freezing cold carpet. Russell Crowe, who isn’t known for his social graces, was a surprisingly pleasant and social butterfly both on the carpet and at the after-party, even snapping selfies with me, Stephen, and rapper 50 Cent, while Jennifer Connolly looked on. At the party, Emma Watson sat drinking surrounded by friends and a formidable blonde haired woman guarding her. Emma didn’t chat with guests like Russell and the rest of the cast did, and she was a bit rude and snotty to me and other folks. Her guard was equally as unpleasant. I later learned this tough blonde was a hired bodyguard to protect her from stalkers. Emma was also the last celeb to leave the party, probably waiting for the bar to close." Ok she has a bodyguard but does she have to be rude to people at a party where you have to have credentials and be invited to attend? I'm sure she's as safe there as she would be in a panic room. She has her "formidable" bodyguard with her. Is it that much of a task to be nice to people.   And one more From skinnygossip.com Feb.2014,  "When she was in Iceland filming Noah she went to the bar I was working at. I didn’t see this but I heard some yelling from outside. Later I was told that she threw a hissyfit at a doorman for not letting her skip the line. She apparently kept screaming and yelling “do you know who I am?”. Such a cliché, I hope she was drunk…" Here is her latest tongue lashing moment of a service worker At first I thought she was upset with her new boy toy but actually she is giving some lip service to the security guard in the parking lot for a Rugby match. Her boy toy has to console her because she's upset about something. Oh the humanity!! lol

Click here to see her same reaction when yelling at cab driver in London and if you want to see her on video get upset at another event click here to watch her get animated about having to walk with Rupert Grint instead of staying on the arm of HP producer David Heyman. For more diva stories visit Sue at emma-what-son.tumblr.tumblr and click on her diva tags and check out my diva posts on this page. Once again: I'm no longer accepting comments here. If you have any questions or comments you can reach me at meettherealemmawatson.tumblr.com where I spend the majority of my time. I will still post here when I feel like it and when there is something worthy