because it's finals week for her

The Chamber of Secrets, a summary
  • Dobby: Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts!
  • Harry: The fuck are you Hogwarts4lyfe
  • Dobby: *Pudding crashes and burns worse than Snape's love life*
  • Harry: fuck
  • Ron: *mass breakout*
  • Vernon: *falls out window*
  • Fred'n'George: sup
  • Mrs. Weasley: BoYs YaLl DoNe It NoW GeT yo SoRrY AsSeS oVeR HeRe- except you Harry nothing's ever your fault an btw thanks for almost getting my son killed last year
  • Ginny: *highkey stalker*
  • Floo powder: lol you thought things would go right in your life
  • Draco: *exists*
  • Harry: He'S FuCkInG Up tO SoMeThInG
  • Hagrid: *saves Harry from being raped*
  • Hermione: sup
  • Lockhart: OMG IT'S HARRY POTTER HERE TO BOOST MY HALLWAY CRED- I mean- *coughs* you have a few fans yourself, I hear- HERETAKEMYBOOKSTAKETHEMALL
  • Lucius: *is an ass*
  • Aurthur: *fights a bitch*
  • Lucius: *here have this book it's pretty and talks to you but be careful it may possess you*
  • Platform 9 3/4: *is an ass*
  • Ron: Let's just take the flying car illegally instead of just owling Hogwarts or waiting for my parents
  • Harry: k
  • Car: *eighties action music*
  • Harry: can you hear that?
  • Ron: we must be getting close!
  • Harry: hold on-
  • *music grows louder*
  • Hogwarts express with Thomas face on it: DUN DUN DUN DUUN DUN DUN, DUUUUN
  • Car: *crashes*
  • Tree: *is an ass*
  • McGonagall: Idfc just go away here have a sandwich
  • Hermione: sup
  • Shit: hello friends
  • Wall: ThE ChAmBeR Of SeCreTS HaS BeEN OPenEd EnEmIeS oF The HeiR BeWArE
  • Mrs. Norris: hanging by noose from ceiling
  • Harry Ron and Hermione: *are there*
  • Filch: Y'all killed my cat IMMA KILL YA
  • Dumbledore: Bruh you accusing the great Harry Potter?!? If it was anyone else I wouldn't care but since it's Harry SHUT UP
  • Malfoy: *is a slithery Slytherin*
  • Harry: He's the heir
  • Hermione: *starts making potion*
  • Myrtle: *moans*
  • Colin: *takes pictures of Harry*
  • Harry: ew fuck stop
  • Lockhart: StOp YoU cAn'T bE MoRe PopUlAr thAn mE- I mean *coughs* it's unwise to hand out pictures until you're as famous as me
  • Harry: *gets detention* *is worse than Umbridge's blood quill* *hears hissing* *doesn't suspect it could be a snake which is the animal that hisses*
  • Hermione and Ron: sup
  • Harry: can you hear that
  • Ron and Hermione: wtf no you must be insane
  • Harry: lol tru
  • Lockhart: *has dueling club*
  • Snape: *kicks his ass with the disarming spell*
  • Lockhart: totally meant for that to happen now give me a moment while I restart my heart
  • Hermione: *is killed by Millicent but somehow manages to get a hair*
  • Snape: Harry fight Draco
  • Harry and Draco: *fight*
  • Draco: *snakeness intensifies*
  • Harry: (to snake) bruh calm down mate
  • Snake: k
  • Snape: *kills snake*
  • Ernie: Bruh you tryina kill me
  • Harry: lol no but I should asshole
  • Ron: Harry why didn't you tell me you had a completely dead ability when you didn't even know it existed or that it was rare
  • Harry: idk snakes are cool
  • Person: *petrified*
  • Teachers: maybe we should give a shit
  • Dumbledore: lol nope
  • Quidditch: *happens*
  • Draco: training for the ballet, Potter?
  • Harry: *trains for ballet* *breaks arm*
  • Lockhart: OMG GET OUT OF MY WAY I HAVE TI HEAL HARRY IT WILL BOST MY READERSHIP I mean *coughs* I've done this a thousand times
  • Harry's Arm: *is bendy*
  • Harry: *goes to infirmary* *hears extremely important information*
  • Polyjuice: *happens*
  • Draco: blah blah blah mud blood blah blah blah poor blah blah blah whydoesntpotterloveme
  • Draco: *isnt heir*
  • Harry and Ron: well shit *get the hell outta doge*
  • Hermione: *is cat*
  • Harry: *finds moist book in a girl's bathroom* Imma take this
  • Harry: *ignores more murderous hissing*
  • Diary: hello friend no more sadness today
  • Harry: seems legit
  • Diary: here look at this memory I'm Tom Riddle
  • Harry: k
  • Memory: *happens*
  • Harry: boi why da fk you lyin
  • Hagrid: *is taken to Azkaban because we needed to introduce it for the next book*
  • Harry and Ron: *follow spiders*
  • Spider dude: We do not speak the name of the giant snake in your pipes now excuse me while my children murder you
  • Car: *is real hero of the story*
  • Hermione: *is petrified*
  • Harry and Ron: Shit
  • Hermione: *has clue casually hidden in her hand but takes weeks to find*
  • Harry: ohh it's a Basilisk dats why I can hear it
  • Ginny: *is taken*
  • Professors: *finally give a shit*
  • Lockhart: lol nope
  • Harry: lol yup
  • Myrtle: yah that sink with the snake on it. I mean, it would've been helpful to tell you about it before but whatever have fun
  • Harry: k thx
  • Myrtle: Harry when you die you should stay in here and fuck me
  • Ron: bye bitch
  • Harry: *hisses*
  • Draco: *in dungeons* *gets boner*
  • Chamber: *is opened*
  • Lockhart: I LOVE YOU HARRY! I mean- *coughs* say goodbye to your memories imma just take credit for your stories like I did for erryone else
  • *uses Ron's broken wand* *hits himself* *cavern collapses conveniently blocking Ron and Douchehart on one side and Harry on the other*
  • Ron: lol rip
  • Harry: k bye
  • Ginny: *is almost dead*
  • Harry: shit
  • Tom: *is hot* *appears menacingly*
  • Harry: sup Tom wanna help
  • Tom: lol nope *takes Harry's wand*
  • Harry: Bruh give me my wand
  • Tom: Snakey go kill this twelve year old
  • Harry: *runs*
  • Snake: *is blinded by random phoenix*
  • Harry: *stabs snake with magic sword* *gets bit* *stabs book*
  • Ginny: sup omg Harry that look like it hurts
  • Harry: *gives speech*
  • Fawkes: *cries*
  • Harry: yay I'm healed
  • Fawkes: gets them past all the boulders magically
  • All: *are free*
  • Dobby: *socks are lyfe*
  • Harry: *roast*
  • Credits: *roll*

Wives can have affairs, too. We are people, too, after all. Even if we just stay home cleaning, cooking and doing laundry, we are still women. It’s only natural that we get drawn to people who treat us well and make us feel loved. But..a mother shouldn’t do that. If your husband does something wrong, you can kick him to the curb. But how is that child at fault?

MCU characters as quotes from me while at school
  • Tony: Pluto is a fucking planet. It orbits a star and has an axis, and gravity, it's a fucking planet. It's not rocket science. it only becomes rocket science when you want to visit it.
  • Rhodey: [someone notices the 'gay af' on his shirt] Yes thank you. Finally someone noticed my hard work
  • Natasha: I hate Satan because he's the one that made Eve eat the fucking apple and give her periods so I hope he's rotting in hell for making my week a hell on earth
  • Clint: [sees everyone eating their lunch and remembers its lunch time] OH YEAH FOOD [runs to the lunch line to get food]
  • Bucky: cutting off your dick would be easier than cutting off your arm
  • Sam: i wish i could just say 'fuck this shit' and fly out the window
  • Steve: Hurt my friend, I hurt you, with a SPOON
  • Scott: i don't know shit about biology I failed it
  • Sharon: I'm a badass but even I won't fight a spider. That's idiotic and I'm just gonna hide around the corner.
  • Thor: AAAAAHHHH [runs and jumps on friend] I LOVE YOU
  • Bruce: That's not probable at all why are you doing that, no, no. don't do that. for right now i'm the mom friend and i'm saying No.
  • Wanda: if one more teacher tells me to do homeWORK I"M GONNA probably do it because it's senior year and i want out of here so fucking bad
  • Pietro: [everytime someone runs by] RUN FOREST RUN [pauses as freshmen stare in confusion] fuck i'm old kill me
‘Once Upon A Time’: Jennifer Morrison Won’t Return As Series Regular, Others Near Deals For Season 7

Once Upon a Time original cast member Jennifer Morrison will not return as a series regular if the AMC fantasy is renewed for a seventh season but is expected to reprise her role as Emma Swan as a guest star/recurring, Morrison, who announced her departure on Instagram, was one of four popular cast members approached by ABC Studios about continuing on the show, which is being reimagined for next season, along with fellow original cast members Lana Parrilla (Regina) and Robert Carlyle (Mr. Gold) as well as Colin O’Donoghue (Hook), who has been a staple on the show since joining as a series regular in Season 2. The other three are expected to come back.

The contracts of the original Once cast are up at the end of the current season, so Parrilla and Carlyle need new deals while O’Donoghue has another year left on his. I hear Parrilla and Carlyle are close to new pacts. I hear the revamped Once is expected to center on Parrilla, Carlyle, O’Donoghue and The Walking Dead‘s Andrew J. West, who will debut in the upcoming Season 6 finale before joining as a series regular in Season 7.

“The past six years of collaborating with Jennifer as Emma Swan have been truly magical,” said series creators and executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis. “Watching her breathe life into Emma, she accomplished more than we could have dreamed possible — she gave life to a brand-new Disney Princess, filled with strength and intelligence and an incredible closet full of red leather jackets.  We’ll miss seeing her every day, but her imprint upon ONCE UPON A TIME is indelible.  She will always be a part of the show and its heart and soul.  That said, just because Jennifer won’t be back every week doesn’t mean we won’t see our savior again.”

Other original cast members, including Ginnifer Goodwin and Josh Dallas, who play Emma’s parents, also could appear as guest stars. 

The two-hour season finale of Once airs Sunday, May 14 from 8-10 PM.


sorry i just can’t stop thinking about how great Gilbert’s development is going to be and how great his relationship with Anne is going to build now that his dad dies. Sounds morbid lol but Gilbert is this boy who is years ahead of his peers, he IS actually older than them but he also acts and thinks in a more mature way and last week when we saw him caring for his dad and seeing to it that his caretaker was getting paid just shows how much more emotionally mature he is than the boys around him and now he’s going to have to grow up even more but it’s going to be so INTERESTING because him and Anne will have such similar life experiences and I love the contrast of Anne dealing with all her trauma through whimsy and make belief and Gilbert is just so very pragmatic and put together but even last week with his dad being sick and him missing school, his little rivalry with Anne brings out this playfulness that he’s supposed to have because he’s a KID and when his dad dies and Anne finally let’s go of the Carrots thing, i feel like it’ll be so great to see these two kids who have both had to grow up so quickly turn back into kids around each other because we all know Gilbert enjoys pulling Anne’s braids and enjoys bantering with her. Its going to make their adult relationship so much more meaningful and honestly y'all are gonna have to dig me out of my grave because the slow build is going to actually KILL ME

Valentines day with the v3 cast!

lets just ignore the fact that its march whoops 

Also this took be 3 hours to type ugh


  • he buys you flowers, chocolates and a stuffed bear 
  • he spend the entire day with you, doing everything you ask
  • he’s very flustered the whole day, complimenting you every chance he can get 
  • No!hat!
  • he takes you out to a restaurant for dinner 
  • he insists that you get anything you want, he’ll pay for it all!
  • he gives you a very fancy necklace at the end of the night 
  • cute bushy kisses afterwards
  • you decide how long it lasts ^


  • she’s pretty new to this, so she does the basics, chocolates and flowers 
  • She invites you to stay the night!
  • so you two are in your pj’s when she offers to get you something to drink
  • about a minute late you hear the sound of a cup smashing
  • you rush down and she’s standing beside a broken mug, the contents spilled over the floor
  • she starts apologizing, she lost her balance and then her hand slipped and then-
  • you calm her down and help her clean up, insisting that its fine! It happens!
  • she plays the piano afterwards, to calm you two down
  • She shyly kisses you before you two go to sleep
  • she’s curled against you when you wake up


  • He takes you to one of those science center things that has stuff about 
  • he’s so excited to show you everything !
  • you better have lots of energy, he’s not leaving for at least 3 hours
  • he buys you a necklace as well
  • you two take the bus home, your head on his shoulder 
  • its so warm, and he gives you his jacket for protection
  • afterwards you two go home and end up ordering take-out 
  • he buys you a heart necklace
  • it has glitter in it, making it look like your looking into the milky-way.
  • You two crash when you get home, exhausted 
  • he curls you in his arms,planting a kiss on your head
  • Happy valentines. 


  • She isn’t quite sure what to do today
  • she lets you decide, shes happy as long as your happy
  • you eventually decide for a walk by the lake, and dinner 
  • She gives you a bouquet of flowers; they’re roses
  • She flushes when you ask her to hold hands 
  • you two cook dinner together
  • the entire experience is very normal, but it’s lovely all the same 
  • She reminds you that she loves you at the end of the day, placing a kiss on your lips


  • He tells you to close your eyes
  • he drives you to a building
  • when you open your eyes again, he’s dressed up and your in a candle-lit room. 
  • he shows you to your seat, across from him.
  • and then the food starts to come 
  • course upon course of fine dishes, and they don’t stop coming 
  • after you two have eaten, he takes your hand and you two dance.
  • he tells you how radiant you look
  • your swinging in his arms, as the last note plays out he finally gets down to the main course
  • getting on his knee
  • “S/o, You are the most divine creature I have set eyes on, will you make allow me the honor to marry you?”


  • …….
  • WeLL
  • you wont get this unless SOMEONE ASKS
  • on the other hand, she’d give you a nice choker as a gift 


  • wants to make you very happy today
  • so you come home…
  • “Ah! S/o! close your eyes!”
  • He leads you upstairs and tells you to open your eyes
  • surprise! 
  • there’s a blanket spread out on the floor, lots of pillows, a wrapped present and…. is that a scrapbook?
  • yes, yes it is 
  • you two make a scrapbook about you two, gotna’s prepared refreshments and offers a movie if you get bored!
  • its very fun!
  • he makes you open the gift, its a small pin of a butterfly.
  • you thank him with a gentle kiss


  • She puts weeks into her plan
  • finally the day comes 
  • the sits you down, making sure your very comfy
  • and then the show begins 
  • BAM 
  • streamers fly and glitter flies through the air as banners fall into place 
  • and the show begins 
  • she’s moving everywhere, pulling a dove from her hat and then turning it into a flower and then the flower is flying in the air..
  • so much is happening, and its breathtaking 
  • at the very end, she walks over to you and takes out a box
  • she wishes you a happy valentines day, before collapsing, exhausted 
  • after she rests, she asks if you liked it
  • you kiss her on the forehead
  • “ It was splendid.”


  • if you want to, he’d let you decide what to do
  • drive-in movie? drive-in movie 
  • he gets you popcorn and soda and you two relax
  • romance movies are too cheesy
  • so you two are watching some horror film
  • you’ve got your shirt pulled up past your nose when the jump scare happens 
  • you just weren’t expecting him to scream that high
  • in actuality, its a normal scream, but for his vocal cords its high 
  • you two make eye contact for one second 
  • and then you cant hold in your laughter, popcorn is going everywhere but that doesn’t matter.
  • you have to cheer him up afterwards 
  • you don’t ever let him fully live it down


  • shes so excited! 
  • she paints you a special picture to show her love 
  • she’ll even make a statue of you if she gets the chance!
  • lots and lots of kisses today 
  • she’d be so happy if you two made dinner together
  • there’s avocados 
  • she almost goes through he roof when you get her something 
  • shes!just!so!happy!
  • get ready for another round of kisses


  • he’s shows up to escort you two, dressed as well as a robot can be 
  • he’s constantly blushing the same color so when you gently take his hand your afraid that he’s going to overheat 
  • the date goes well! And the food is really good!
  • so you two return home..
  • he tells you to go look in your bedroom
  • ………
  • kiibo whAT
  • he explains that he couldn’t decide what gift to get…
  • so he got them all
  • good luck eating all that, s/o


  • what of course Tenko has a plan, she’s a responsible woman who knows how to treat her s/o right 
  • internally, shes p a n i c k i n g
  • what if you don’t like her gift? what if you hate her afterwards?
  • she so scared that she wakes up early because of nerves
  • she’s pacing the kitchen floor by the time you come down 
  • “Tenko, its 4 in the morn-”
  •   poor girl
  • she finally gives you the present, a cute little charm with a tiny bell on it
  • she’s stuttering about how it will match the one she has so you and her could be a matching couple 
  • you tell her its perfect
  • she blushes and says her thanks, placing  kiss on your lips


  • he’s been disappearing the past week for a couple of hours
  • you don’t really confront it because honestly your intrested on what he’s going to do.
  • so finally valentines day is here…
  • Amami doesn’t mention anything all day, he gives you a present but thats at
  • and then you two head out for dinner.
  • And then you get a look at the place
  • lanterns, fine table cloths, waiters and people ready at your every comand
  • its like you two are royalty 
  • the food is divine and there’s live music and everything is in a deep red color which just makes you fall deeper and deeper in love withe the boy
  • whe you two are alone, he cradles your face and slowly kisses you, wraping his hands in your hair, by your waist, pressing closer and closer to you
  • its up to you what happens next ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • happy valentines day s/o ;)


  • you decide to do all the cleaning, and cooking for the day!
  • she gives you a kiss of thanks when returns home
  • you offer her a bath and she graciously accepts 
  • she tells you to join her, and who are you to deny her?
  • So your sitting naked with your lover also naked now
  • she’s 100% calm
  • internally she’s panicking
  • You wash eachother’s hair and wait until the water gets cold to get out
  •  you have her cosy pj’s laid out for her! new ones!
  • you serve dinner and force her to sit still because she will get up if you don’t keep your eye on her 
  • and then she brings up that she bought a pet…
  • she what
  • he did not 
  • oh my goD SHE DID YES SHE DID 
  • lots of kisses for her! 
  • she explains that while they do shead, at least it can be kept in a certin area
  • and its like you two are parents now!
  •  you thank her sosoosos much 
  • happy valentines day!


  • oh no
  • oh no no no
  • don’t get me started 
  • he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what day it is, the majority of the day is him complaining on why theres more couples outside than usual
  • your about to think that he forgot about it completely when he takes you out 
  • your blindfolded, and are just relying on him to guide you
  • you get there in one piece thankfully 
  • you and him are watching a movie, in his.. private? living room?
  • he’s got everything you could possibly need, chips, cookies etc.
  • so when the movie ends, its dead silent 
  • and then he slithers behind you, whispering in your ear
  • you two have been together for some time now…
  • so now might be a nice chance to start…. doing it
  • he of course is stuttering slightly and is clutching onto to tightly 
  • so… when you say yes….
  • he laughs, and carries into the other room 
  • no one is going to bed early tonight 


  • she makes special clothes for you two! its a special day !
  • sweet walks in the park, and nice dinners at the local resturant, you two make the very best of the day 
  • you and her go shopping and critique a movie, and go feed birds
  • all in one day!
  • so when you get home your wiped
  • the bed is oh-so soft and fuzzy
  • your about to drift off to sleep when you hear her clear her throat 
  • you give a tired glance in her direction and bolt right up 
  • shes in loungerie
  • she made it herself 
  • you’re babbling and she’s blushing from head to toe
  • and now you can see very curve of her body, every hair that stands on end
  • and hell if she doesn’t look stunning 
  • she explains that she doesn’t intend to do anything explicit… she just wanted to surprise you
  • well you’re definitely surprised 
  • you sleep close to her, for warmth as exhaustion takes over 
  • happy valentines!
Imagine you and your wife want a baby pt 2

Part 1

 I am already working in part 3, will continue to work on this story. I want to finish this, and already thinking of “spin offs” given the scenerio of the setting.  I’ll go by the pen name Dr. Harris, haha. Leave me a message in the chat if you have feedback, hope you all enjoy.

—7: 12 am. Hours 17-20—

You awaken when sun shines through the large windows, beeming right onto your face. You grumble at being woken up like that and start to roll over, you feet your hips sway behind your upper body when you flip over. Tender breasts bounce and move freely as you reposition yourself on your side. They no longer defy gravity by being barely there. The areola has darkened and widened across the swell of your breasts, the nipples no longer small and dainty, but puffy and oh so tender even with just moving a little. Rubbing your eyes, you look out through the wall of glass overlooking the ocean. The sky has every hue of red, orange, and pink surrounding the sun as it erupts from the horizon, blocking out what little of the night sky remaining. The silhouette of sea oats dance in the ocean breeze from outside your window.

Sarah moans as she joins you in the waking world, your rustling waking her. The blankets were tossed off in last nights love making, leaving the two of you exposed for each other to enjoy. The sunrise paints a rainbow on all the new and expanding curves across her velvet smooth skin. She opens her eyes to look at the new you, head to toe. They go wide, she smiles brighter than the sun that woke you up.

“Oh my, baby…” Sarah giggles as she sits up, she herself noticing her larger middle now. She rubs her tummy gently in circles, then moves her hands under, really feeling the weight of her child for the first time. “…we will have to start calling each other little mamas, babies we are no more.” You smile at her joke, blushing at the realization of it all. Her belly is fuller across her hips, leaving her midsection teardrop shaped much like her heavy bosom. Sarah surprises you as she swings her leg over you and starts to find a comfortable position to straddle you. Hair stands on end when she descends on your legs, the tight skin of your wombs pressing as your weights combine.

“Tomorrow we will have to call ourselves big mamas!” You reply, reach out to your bellys and patting them. You take your fingernails up and down the oval crest of both of your wombs, feeling where skin so tightly pressed from being full with child. You feel yourself sink into the soft bed rather deeper than you expected as she takes the weight off of her knees, her legs splayed to the side, fully settled on you. She is significantly heavier than last time she rode you like this, but of course that was last weekend. She has grown over night, rather nicely you think, and she will only get more heavy as her body prepares to feed and nourish your child.  Sarahs child is doing its best as it tries reaches to your belly button, which is reaching higher and in the air.

You finally take a long look at the two of you and marvel at the size difference. You don’t know if it’s just because you are so petite and small compared to your wife, but you are showing so, so much more! You look at the watch. 17:34, 17th week. Your wife’s belly resting on yours is truely a “baby bump” compared to you. If she wore a shirt large enough or that cute sundress yesterday she could hide her pregnancy and claim it on that delicious buffet if no one looked close enough. Not you though. Even if you did bring a shirt large enough to cover your growing self, your belly is just starting to overflow the sides of your natural waist. You are filling out litterally everywhere and in every ditection!

Your mind is racing, you feel yourself warm wet as your wife softly strokes the sides of your tummy, feeling the soft line where you end and your child begins.  Sarah leans over and tries to kiss you, her swollen, large breasts lifting off her chest as she moves in. Her nipples are puffy just like yours, but hers so much darker larger. But your bumps stop her advance, unable to kiss your lips that desire nothing else of this world.  You gasp for air as she is trying to find the angle of approach to kiss you, your bellys are so firm as they continue to caress each other. She sees you struggling to keep control. She is now toying with you, she tries to approach your lips the left side, rolling her belly slowly over yours. The wombs are so tight, you feel like almost having to turn over onto your side to let her over you, skin not budging. She is almost short of breath as you from pleasure but she rolls her belly over to the right, repeating the slow pull of skin over yours. Now, she is teasing herself.  Her lips as soft and dark as black velvet, so full and sweet like nectar. You are dying of thirst for her, you grab her love handles and try to force her on you so you can drink her up, but again your bellys meet first and makes it impossible from her sitting on top.

“Oh sexy little mama, what have we got ourselves into?” She explores your breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Your mouth opens but you can’t even make a sound. “Our babies said don’t want us to kiss, they are jealous. They are going to grow so fast to where we can’t even hug each other. They only want us to give them attention all day by rocking them to sleep.” She takes her hands from your breasts and places them to your child, her hips starts to ride you in place. You feel the weight of each of your tummys adding to the momentum of the motion. The headboard starts to knock on the wall.

You are absolutetly going out of your mind, you want to scream at the frustration, your legs start to shake, you start to sweat. She continues to play with the struggle of being unable to kiss you, purposefully pressing the bellys together so slowly as she rocks you. Her one hand slips slowly down between your legs where you are wet with pleasure. She teases you, just within reach of your clitoris as you feel her play between your lips.

You break, you cannot handle her teasing you anymore. Frantically, you force yourself up and over to meet her soft, beautiful lips. Your bellys cannot help but to push into each other even tighter than she was to tease you, the pressure between the four of you now has send Sarah onto her back, almost bouncing off the bed. You look in her eyes and she has that look that turns you into an animal, the maternal hormones from pregnancy is just sending you into overdrive. Your hands grab her swelled up breasts still moving from when your tummys forced you apart, you grab them and you feel her soft breasts squeeze between your fingers. They were large before, compared to your anyway, but never more than a handful. Now you need bigger hands to fully cup just one. You place her erect nipple in your palm and play, making them go hard. Your mouth moves to them, giving each nipple a prolonged kiss, playing with them with your tounge. Using your nails, you gently rake her firm belly so, so slowly over the top of her hill, then back down. Her fingers grip the sheets, unable to handle the teasing you now are paying her back with. Your hands keep going down and down until they find between her thighs.

Your lips are finding their way over the crest of her belly, her sweat tasting like heaven when you hear a knock. You first think it’s the headboard again, but there is the knock again. You both freeze in place, returning to earth. Shocks of reality now fill your body. Goosebumps from anxiety. You both look at the door.

“Hold on, give us a minute!” Sarah shouts at the door. You both just look at each other and sigh. She whispers in your ear “We will just have to continue this later, when our babies push us even further away.” She gently pushes you off by pressing her hand on your firm middle, squeezing it slightly as you fall off of her. You hold in a yelp as that felt so good, the resistance your child gave to being squeezed. You playfully smack her ass as she leans off the bed, giggling as she retreats from the bed. You watch her bottom move with her jumping away from you, moving in time with her wide, motherly hips even more than usual now with the added inches.

Sarah leans over to pick up the sundress she wore yesterday. She tries to put it on, having to tug on it in anguish in all directions just to cover herself. You were totally wrong before about her being able to hide in that dress. She is smaller than you, tummy wise, but you underestimated the extra growth the body does in preperation for a child. The fabric is stretching nearly to its max all over by the time she finishes struggling over her bottom. The dress is so much shorter in the front to accomodate the extra fabric needed to cover her child, the top of the dress stretches out, doing its sad attempt to contain her breasts readying for new job at hand. The fabric across her hips and ass also pull up the back hem, the dress needing all the extra inches of fabric to cover the new expanse of your wife. She tugs at the front and back hem of the dress, trying to make it more even with the sides but its hopeless, it cannot give much more. Given the situtation all she would need to do is wear this dress for a little longer and the dress will start to slowly peal from the seams off of her, unable to contain the glow from your fertility goddess. You realize just in time to cover your bare self in the bed sheet when she finally opens the door. The sheet settles over your head as you cover yourself in embarassment.

The door opens and you hear Sarah greet someone. The voice is Mary’s, coming to wake you up.

“Good morning ladies! I hope your first night was comfortable. Oh! May I?” You hear your wife reply in agreeance.

You peek out from under the sheet and see Mary patting Sarahs tummy. She giggles, places her hands on her hips and purposefully sticks out her belly and waves it like a flag. The fabric is struggling, you see the fabric pucker around her middle and across her backside.

“Oh goodness you’re going to need a new dress soon!” She tries to grab the tiniest bit of extra fabric from her dress to tug at it, but was unable to find any, every inch being used to house the growing shrine for your child.

“Yeah, if I had known what we we getting into, I would of packed more sweat pants and more pajamas. Speaking of which, what are we getting into today?”

“It is 8 now, by 9 I need you back at the exam room we were in yesterday.” Mary answers. “While its obvious you are growing at the typical rate, we want to confirm with ultrasounds that everything is fine.” Mary pauses. “Hey, where is your wife? Did she go to the buffet? I know when I undergo this, I am always hungry.”

On cue, you sit up from the crumpled sheets, keeping your new curves covered. You think to yourself ‘Yeah, I am hungry, but not just for food.’ Mary laughs as you rise from the bed. “And there she is! Do you mind if I see your progress?”

You blush and turn away a little. Your wife, knowing you perfectly, answers for you. “We had just woken up when you knocked on our door. I barely had time to throw on the dress I wore yesterday to open the door. She has not managed to dress herself.” You bunch the covers a little more, having to take into account there is more of you to cover now.

“Ah, that’s okay.” She walks over to the bed “But even with the sheets bunched uo, I still notice you a little rounder in the tum-tums. I can just make out your cute bump. Can I get a sneak preview from under the warm sheets prior to the cold exam room?”  You take a moment to think; at this point you figure why not. You know during the procedure she has already seen all of you from the most unglamorous angled. Spinning around, you use your hands to pull tight on the sheets to fully show your growth. Under the sheets you feel your child is just just resting on the inside of your thighs as you sit up. Mary puts her hands over her mouth, then laughs as she realizes what is going on. “Oh, just look at you, my watch for you two says 18 hours, and Sarah looks right on point.” She leans over and uses her hands to guesstimate your size.  “I bet you feel closer to 25 , huh? This can only mean one thing!  You want to know why you look so much bigger?” You both nod, eager to hear a reply. Her eyes are full of excitement “ TWINS!” She starts clapping in excitement. “You said you were a twin, right? That totally has a genetic component! We place two fertilized eggs in each person, the vast majority of the time just one takes. The only time where the second one will take more than 20% of the time is when someone is a twin!”

The news hits you like a ton of bricks, a shock wave down your body as you take it in, not from arousal but anxiety. Twins. Not just two, three total between you and your wife. You will be going home as a family of 5. Triplets. Sarah leans against the wall as she faces the new reality of the situation. Your hands subconsciously finds your babies, in the plural now, and hug them tight. You swear you feel a flutter from inside of you now that both of them have been acknoledged.

“Well, no time to waste! Be ready at 9 for the first time to see your triplets!” She makes her way towards the door. She turns back for a moment. “Oh, Dr. Harris will love to hear this. When we have a case of multiples, she personally wants to meet to oversee everything! I only had 3 other multiple cases since I have worked here, so exciting! I think right now there is no one else expecting multiples, so you will be the local celebrity!” You see Mary rush to a passing staff member to share your news, more excited clapping in the halls. Sarah waves at Mary and closes the door. Your eyes meet and just stare, taking it all in.

“Twins, Sarah….triplets in total. We are a family of five now” You unfold the sheet to expose your children, holding them at the sides of your expanding womb, patting them. You swear you think it is even larger than it was since you woke up an hour ago, you feel the curve extend just a little further further. Well, in fact, it is. Your children are asking for more room, filling you out to be more circular than rain drop shaped like Sarah.

You stand up from the bed “Well…we better get ready and - Oommphh!” You immediately fall back on the bed, the force you applied to trying to get up was simply not enough to bring the three of you off the bed. Your new fluffy breasts bounce with you on the bed, tugging the skin as they move up and down. You watch then settle, the new handful of breast forces your once perky, upward facing nipples downward as they expand to prepare for your children, each one to nurse a child now. As you stand for a second time, more slowly now, you need to adjust yourself for the your new center of gravity drifting you more forward. The first time standing since yesterday, you feel the full weight of your belly wanting to tug down. You place your hands under your stomach, really feeling the weight of the babies. You really believe the twins idea now, you do look over midway through a regular pregnancy.

“Hey Sarah…” You now have a new problem:
all the cute beach outfits Sarah picked out for you are not going to fit at all.“…I might need to borrow some of your clothes.” You kick at the jeggings that lay on the floor. “I don’t think those would even fit halfway up my thighs now.” You motion at your chest. “And…maybe a bra too. I can actually fill one out now!” Before you never wore a bra, and if you were wearing something thin you would just apply a pastie over your nipple. You don’t even own a bra, the closest thing being a bikini top or one of the tank tops with the shelf bra built in. The pasties you brought wouldn’t even over up your dark areola now.

“Now hold on, let me be the final decision maker for this.” Sarah cups your beasts, pretending them weigh them like on a scale. “Hm….hmmmmm…nope. You are not large enough to wear any bras yet.” She let’s go, doing her best to ignore your breasts swaying as she does. “You simply haven’t filled out enough.”

“What!!” Laughter can be heard in your shout.“If I didn’t know better, I would say you just want to watch me grow without a bra holding me back.” Leaning over to grab your suitcase, you pose yourself to let her see your new breasts hang off your chest. “Thank goodness you’re a certified expert, otherwise I would be taken advantage of.” You place the bag on the bed and sort through the clothes to try and find something.

“You did marry a professional.” She grabs her bag and places it on the bed beside yours. As usual, she has the better fashion sense. The two of you manage to find something to fit the both of you. Outside of your belly, you are still overall smaller than your wife by nearly 50 pounds. A pair of her jean shorts held up with a belt that bunches up the fabric as you put it on the tightest notch fits you fine along with a simple purple tank top. It stretches over your child tightly and does manage to reach under to meet where the shorts rest under the swell, but it is also a spandex blend so it has a lot of give. The bust of the shirt does remind you that you do still have catching up to do to Sarah, the only thing loose on the shirt. Sarah does stick to the rule that you haven’t grown into wearing a bra yet, so you get used to the new weight up top swaying and bobbing with your movements. She is such a tease, you swear to get back at her before this weekend is up. You each start to get your toiletries out so you can be ready for the first exam.

As the morning minutes march on, she continues to tug at the dress, you see that it inched up higher on her legs, the fabric being used for her child growing ever forward. The seams now are really starting to pucker, you see her dark skin between where the back buttons are straining to hold on just a little longer.

You both are almost ready now. A ritual you always preform for your wife in the morning is to braid her hair. In another life you imagine yourself as a famous hairdresser. Your lifeless, dull blonde hair failed to inspire you. Sarah’s jet black hair, full of body and waves that reaches to the small of her back is what honestly made you first lay eyes on her. Indian hair is infamous for their luxury and thickness, always used for extensions and wigs - which she will probably never have to worry about in her life. You ask her to sit down at the little desk chair so you can reach her hair.

As you design an elaborate braid with her locks, you see the dress press deeper within her soft thighs, her breasts overflow the top band, and you see her struggle to get the fabric of the dress enough room to allow her bum to fully spread across the seat - the fabric holding in her growing hips makes her uncomfortable.

“Oh honey, this dress might just be too tight…” Sarah turns to look at you, the fabric now even restricting her being able to turn all the way. “I feel my tummy could rest out another inch if it’s off, so painfully tight, and look at my thighs!” She playfully pats the skin, which jiggles with the movement. “I just might need to cut off this dress.”

“No, no….” your mind is starting to race again, you find it hard to finish off the braid. “I’m…I’m the dress size expert.” Tieing off the braid haphazardly, your hands manage to find the small hem of fabic on her that isnt buried in skin. “You are still too small for the dress, see!” You gently tug at it, but even tha slight motion you felt like it would rip off. The only thing you want in this world now is this dress get destroyed by your wife’s beautiful, growing body. “You need to wear it until you fill it -” Your flirting is interrupted by the first of the back buttons between her shoulder blades popping off, hitting your tummy. The other 4 manage to fillow suit. This allows for the bust of the dress to give room, her breasts now lurch forward, taking up all the room that was just freed from their imprisonment. You feel the familiar wamth between your legs, you want to see the rest of this rip off.

“I’m afraid we don’t have anything to cut the dress off of you. You’ll have to tear it…with no hands.” You take a second elastic hair band and place her hands together in it behind her back. Sarah’s eyes widen as she realizes what you want to see.

You move to sit on the bed so you can watch the firework show about to start, your hands finding your babies to rub. Sarah tries to spread her legs, but the fabric keeps tugging and tugging, forcing them together, and you see distress and arousal on her face. She starts to bounce in the chair, all of her body moving her in rhythm. The dress barely covers her sex, her belly, thighs, and hips using up all the extra fabric that once was mid thigh yesterday.  Her areola is just peaking out of the top of the bust, her breasts about burst up and over. Then you hear it, first rip of fabric just after two jumps. It starts across the widest part of her taught tummy and rapidly expands up and down the side seam. The fabric isn’t given a break, her belly immediately filling the space in the middle, which cauzes the seam to rip faster. As it speads down, her hips fill in where the space is given. The seam stops ripping up right under the bustline, where once her waist was the smallest part of her body it has moved upward due to being with child. The only reason the dress didn’t completely rip in two was due to the buttons giving the breasts room earlier. Sarah is nearly in shock from surprise and arousal. You jump up and grab your wife, hands start to explore her body, trying to remove the shreds of the dress as fast as you can.

Your eyes happen to see the time, 9:48. Youre both wet from the performance, but reality sets in. You try and breathe in and out slowly, controlling your lust.

“Okay…” you get out between breaths, finally breathing normal. You kiss your wife’s for head as you stand up.  “We only got 10 minites. Dress size expert says you can wear something a little more….accommodating to your new dimentions.”

A white, flowing maxi dress easily fits over your wife. While it is an absolutely stunning dress, pure white that shines brightly on her midnight skin, you are a little sad that it does cover her tummy well. The bust, however, leaves barely anything to the imagination. Between the pushup bra, her bosom swollen over the top of the bra, and the way the top of the dress is designed, her overflowing breasts bounce and jiggle in time to her steps. Walking your wife to your appointment, you swear she is exaggerating her movements to make her bounce even more. She knows how to drive you wild. Hand in hand, you walk down the halls to your exam room.

Mary is waiting for you outside of the room, waving as you approach.

“Hello again! Running a little bit late this morning, so let’s get started! Dr. Harris is already in the exam room, she came over as soon as she could finding out about you!” She opens the door, allowing you to enter first. Walking in, you do see Dr Harris in the room. She has her back towards you, sitting on a rolling chair, scooting over to adjust different equipment.

“The Patel-Smiths, correct? Go ahead and take off your shoes. Mary will chart your weight gain while I finish setting up the ultrasound.” You notice that even for the morning, Dr. Harris sounded tired. But you are sure trying to run this place is exhausting.

Sarah goes first. Mary records the hour on the watches: 19:12. She flips off her sandals and approaches the scale. Mary records the number in the chart. 158 lbs for your wife. “Excellent, right on target! At this point you’ve gained about 13 pounds so far. Step off and let’s see what Miss Over Achiever has gained.” Sarah proceeds to one of the two exam tables as you step up. “Over achiever indeed!” Mary exclaims as she charts your new gains down: 117 pounds. “19 pounds gained just overnight! Now, from here on out your weight will gain even more rapidly, if you can believe it, so keep visiting the buffet! At this point Sarah, you should be gaining a pound an hour, by the end you should gain 20 more pounds, a total of about 35 or so by the time you meet your baby face to face. Miss A Plus Student here gets to have extra trips to the desert table, you will need to gain 2 pounds an hour, so 40 pounds! 60 pounds all in all!”

Looking to your new wide hips, swollen, growing breasts, and stretching, taught tummy; the talk of weight gain makes you feel hungry, even after that giants feast last night. This is the first time you’ve been able to gain any substantial  weight your entire life. You have a new mission at the buffet table: you want your bundles of joy to grow up big and strong as possible while safe in your  womb, to make all the room they want inside where it is warm and safe. You need large birthing hips that widen over the hours, to cradle them softly as they grow. Bosoms need to be absolutely bursting with milk soon, a continual feast for your babies for at least the first year to provide the best nutrients to them, so they can continue to grow almost as fast as they were inside of you. You feel various parts of you jiggle and sway as you make it to your exam table. So many new movements and sways.

You both sit on the exam tables as Dr Harris finally spins around in the chair. Both of you are surprised, yesterday you suspected she was as round as you are now, today her stomach speads her legs wide apart as it now takes up most of the chair. Her womb extends high under her ribs, flowing outward nearly mid thigh. Her belly is completely smooth and a perfect orb, the only feature is the knob of her popped out belly buton across the black stretch fabric dress. Her bosom in a bra ready for the difficult mission at hand, it holds steady the breasts that easily extends as far out from her body as you now. She must be already in her final 24 hours, full term! Dr. Harris looks down and caresses her child, then makes eye contact woth the two of you while hands still subconsciously making circling motions, soothing her baby.

“I look a little different from yesterday, huh? Don’t be too shocked, look at yourselves compared to yester - OOPPHH” Dr. Harris has the wind knocked out of her. She places her hands on her globe and pats, gathering her wind back “Now calm down you two. I know both of you like to move around, I’ll get up.”

Her one hand moves to the small of her back, the other on the edge of your exam table. She manages to find the strength to launch herself forward. She almost looses balance until Mary swoops in to help her. Her legs are spread to balance her new center of gravity as she stands. Both of her hands now rest on the small of her back as steadys herself, her heaving stomach making standing up a constant battle for the doctor. Even leaning back, her stomach still is so swollen that it is starting to sway low due to the weight.

“I heard that we are twins, the only two having multiples at the facility now!” She laughs as she takes in the surprised looks on your faces. “A first! I personally want to be involved in more…involved cases so I am excited to be here, even in my state. Normally when I am large like this I just resume desk duty, but this is a special occasion” She motions with one hand for Mary to position the ultrasound equipment and her patients. “Let’s get started!”

Mary starts with Sarah. The flowing dress is bunched up so her belly is left to the open air. It rises up and down with her breathing, but you swear it never falls back down the same distance, milmeters higher with each breath. Cold gel goes on her tummy and you see goosebumps rise across her skin. Dr. Harris struggles to find the best way to position her distended stomach to best reach Sarah. She does her best to lean over, using the table as support, and reaches to use the wand on her. Mary tries to help, but the doctor shoos her away.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, my second set of twins, I got this.” She places the wand over Sarahs cute baby bump, about the size you were before going to bed last night. The screen is blurry and looks like nothing as far as you can tell. The wand travels to find Sarahs child. Then you see it, your baby comes into full view. Tears of joy fall on your face as you see it wiggle and dance around, being shy. This can’t be real, this cannot be happening. “While we are able to use both your DNA, since there is no Y chromosome in the mix, all children born to two female parents are always female. No point determining gender here.” Dr. Harris explains.

You grab your wife’s hand as you both watch your daughter dance in her womb. “Dance while you can, my baby girl.” Sarah holds the side of her belly where no gel has been yet, patting the little ballerina. Across your hips you feel that simular feeling from last night where your belt line is, your new skin is wanting to escape the confines of the retraints. You did tighten it all the way to help keep Sarahs jeans on. Since you’re sitting down, you just go ahead and unbuckle it for now. Belts always dig in while sitting. When released your tummy moves slightly more forward.

“Yeah…” Dr Harris interjects, “…my fighting boys are still trying to wrestle despite the lack of room.” She glances at her watch that looks identical to yours. “And at 36 hours, they will continue to fight for a little while. We manage to make all pregnancies full term, we have never delivered a child that was less than 40 equivalent weeks.” She winces as it seems that they take another blow to her diaphragm. “As much as that fact hurts us at times…it’s the best for them” Dr. Harris tries to soothe her boys once more.

Screenshots are printed of the ultrasound, measurements and vitals taken, and baby girl #1 is given a clean bill of health. The last thing given is a 3 stage shot to the hip. Sarah yelps a little as the needles are driven into the swollen, new fluff on her by Mary.

“Now this is the secret formula that makes it all possible.” Dr . Harris continues. “We already delivered it yesterday to you, and for single pregnancies we need to give it just once a day. For multiples, we need to deliver it as many times a day as there are babies. It’s one part the growth formula for the babies themselves, next it allows the placenta and uterus to work with the babies without harm to them or you, and lastly it allows your body to make the other nessary changes: weight gain, widened hips, milk production, and more. The last 24 hours we simply don’t give it to you, to allow it to wean out of your body naturally. At the point we see growth setttle, we will induce labor. A side effect of the growth factor is that labor will not occur even once it has worn off.” She laughs nervously. “Ask me how I know.” Your mind imagines the idea of just being indefinitely pregnant…and you like it, really like it. So large, heavy, like an eternal fertility goddess beeming with life. You push the thought to the back of your mind, about to be examined yourself in a moment.

Once Dr. Harris has finished recording into Sarahs chart the findings, she then asks Mary for your exam table to be lowered, so the can perform your exam while seated. Even just standing for 15 minutes wore her out. She plops heavily onto the rolling chair, it sinks and creeks, almost causing it to give under her. She widens her legs to allow her twin boys to overflow in front of her and off the front small chair. She huffs a little as she scoots the chair towards you. The chair does have wheels, but they are pushed down to their max with the three of them on the chair. You raise the purple tank top up. Your belly high in the air now, like a hill, soon to be a mountain.  Without the shirt on, you see developing now is the slight  indention where your womb is cradled perfectly between your motherly hips, starting to grow a little wider than your hip bones are. The gel is placed on the rising crest of your stomach. Goosebumps fly up all over your body. The screen is fuzzy as Dr Harris tries to find your babies. Sarah made it behind you, holding your shoulders tight, nearly hopping up and down in excitement. “Oh, there’s the first one…” You see her shape form on the screen. “Beautiful and strong…and there is number two!” You both gasp, tears swell. They dance and swirl around on the screen, you feel their fluttering as well. The minutes roll on by as you coo over the twins. You discuss names, trying to come up with 3 names that fit into a theme. You imagine who will take after whom, and start to spin yarns for their whole lives. This goes on for nearly 20 minutes as the doctor records all the nessary data.

The measurements and vitals taken, including the shot in the hip. Another round of a clean bill of health. Dr. Harris is about to end the session with needing to record one more measurement from your babjes when she stares at the screen with a puzzled look on her face. She moves the wand around more carefully now, very deliberate.

“Is…something wrong?” Sarah asks.

“No, no…I just thought I saw….oh…OH!” She pushes a button on the wand, quickly takes a photo of the flash on the screen.  She pauses and is quiet, studying the screen, whispering between her and Mary. After what seems a lifetime, they finally speak to you.

“You are, in fact, not caring twins Mrs. Patel-Smith.” She pauses, gathering your responses. You feel lightheaded, just realizing you’re holding your breath for a solid minute. Your heart sinks at the news, you swore you saw two babies on the photos, but you’re not the doctor afterall…

Dr Harris goes through the collection of screenshots, prints one, and grabs apen. The photo is laid out on the table, she circles one baby and labels it with a #1. Then again for #2. Your heart races.

Then again for #3.

“Congratulations, you have defied the odds and are actually having triplets! Including Sarah, genetic quadruplets!”

You’re in complete shock. You just had an hour to come to grips with twins…now…triplets? Quadruplets?? A family of 6 litterally overnight. Wait…the dream last night. There was 4 children in your yard, your body knew what was going on and was trying to tell  you. You eventually process a little of the information as the last vitals are taken. You look at your wife in astonishment. She looks nervous with all the news, but is smiling all the same.

The appointment wraps up just over an hour, just past 10. While Sarah only needs to have her next follow up tomorrow, your three babies needs to have their booster shots, once at 3pm, and then lastly at 9pm. Then the same times tomorrow. As you carefully manuver your new belly off the table, the jeans start to ride down a little. Blushing and embarassed, you pull them back up. Before you had the belt on the tightest notch, now the belt rests tight on your hips loosened by 3 notches. You look at your watch: 20:21. Curious, just as you two are about to leave you step over to the scale. 121 lbs. 4 pounds in the hour!

Dr. Harris sees the digital read out, remembering your previous weight. “Oh, one more thing! Since you are expecting 3 times the fun, we need even more weight gain per hour, 3 per hour,  so about 60 pounds by this time tomorrow. With the current weight gain, that’s a sturdy 80 pounds total!”

You gasp. “I only weighed 98 pounds when I got here! I never weighed more than 100 in my life, I am to nearly double my weight in 24 hours?” You try to imagine yourself weighing nearly 200lbs, it’s intimidating but also exciting.

Dr. Harris laughs as she pats her tummy, “Better join me and the boys at the buffet then; we got some serious work to do!”

If Percy had fallen into Tartarus on his own headcannon

Okay so basically I saw this thing on Instagram and it was a screenshot of a tumblr post about how Percy would have turned out if he fell to Tartarus on his own.  here’s my little addition to it. The initial post will be at the end (i suggest reading it first)

imagine everyone at CHB and CJ fearing Percy, even though they still respect him a little something has changed drastically and the campers don’t know what to do.  After a few months the older kids from CHB starting to think he’ll be a repeat of Luke but worse. All the older kids quietly discussing things from the past and how they’re worried for everyone’s safety when a younger kid/ someone from Camp Jupiter hears them and starts to ask questions. They all look at the table in shame and fear as they vaguely explain to them what happened which only instills more fear. None of them know but one of the seven overhears them and loses it (I feel like it would be Nico or Annabeth) on them because “Percy isn’t like Luke” and “he’s been through so much more than anyone will ever be able to imagine.” 

Unfortunately that doesn’t keep people from whispering when no who supports Percy is around to hear. They still talk and there’s nothing anyone can do because whenever the seven try to figure out who started the rumors the other campers cover for each other. 

Chiron tries his hardest to get through to Percy and to help him but every attempt moves Percy farther away. Percy can’t even think about his time in Tartarus without having to sit down away from people to calm down. So Chiron just settles for the tiniest snippets that he gets sometimes (most of the time its just a change in body language or Percy mumbling something when he’s not paying attention) and stays behind Percy like a wall to protect him from the cruelty of the campers and any of the gods that question him. 

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precious child (ノ◕‿◕)ノ*・゚☆

Study Dates (4/4)

Summary: Finals week is approaching at Midtown High School and with her grades beginning to slip, the reader spends her time at the library with Peter Parker.

Word Count: 1,178

AN: my bad, this was posted later and shorter than usual i actaully didnt want this series to end because its my baby but i hope you guys enjoyed this series :) i had a lot of fun writing it. 

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Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

It was the last day of school for students at Midtown High and while other students were off celebrating, being ecstatic about summer finally being here, Y/N had been constantly checking her phone to see if grades were updated yet.

“You just took the quizzes, Y/N, they’re not going to automatically post grades,” Peter reassured. “Put your phone down,” he rested his hand over Y/Ns and gently pushed them to the side, “and let me distract you from your impending doom.”

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seeing you again pt.3 | park jimin

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Pairing: Jimin + OC! Kim Yejin

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: It had been almost 3 years since Yejin saw Jimin, but on that one afternoon, fate had something unimaginable in store for her.

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Sequel To: Falling For You (Jimin Series)


Just as I felt his hot breath over my lips, images of that day with Suri filled my head. The way she kissed him, held him and spoke to him like he meant everything to her, flashed across my eyes.

My eyes flew open, as I pushed him away abruptly, my hands against his chest. Breathing heavily, I looked to the ground while Jimin stood there, his eyes wide open as he stuttered, his hands fumbling around nervously.

“Yejin..I-I’m sorry. I, I don’t know what came over me, I swe-”

“Jimin?” a voice questioned from the distance.


Lifting up my head in surprise, I looked towards the direction of the voice, my lips parting in disbelief at the girl who stood in front of me. As her eyes narrowed at the both of us, her arms crossing against her chest, her foot tapped impatiently, as she asked again, “Jimin? What are you doing here?”

Jimin looked from me to her, his face mirroring a lost puppy as his mouth opened and closed, unable to say anything. Scoffing at him inwardly, I looked towards Suri and gave her a sweet smile, although completely forced, “Suri unnie, It’s just that I was taking a walk here and I met Jimin, so we both just decided to catch up for a bit.”

Although her face betrayed her, she replied sweetly, cocking her head to the side, “ Ahh, I see.”

She smiled and continued, “It’s nice seeing you again Yejin-ah.” Looking down at the bags by my feet, she continued, “I see you went shopping?”

Nodding immediately, “Ah, yea I did! I’m starting at SNU on Monday, so just some last minute shopping.” I replied, letting out a forced chuckle. As an awkward silence filled the air between us, I dared to look up at Jimin who was staring back at me, his face emotionless.

Piping up again, I said, “Well I should be leaving, it’s getting quite late.”

Picking up my bags, I nodded at Suri and waved goodbye as my eyes met Jimin’s for the last time, before turning around and making my way back to my apartment, before the tears of frustration began welling up in my eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Jonsa pink please!

Anonny, you won the lottery! Well, no, but you get a super long ass one-shot because I have 0 chill. Congratulations! Lol. I hope you enjoy it though, joking aside <3 

Ever since Sansa learned about soulmates, she’d been fantasising about the day she would meet hers and see the matching soul mark. She used to stay up, duvet pulled over her head, and draw images of herself with some unknown figure. Sometimes he’d be tall, sometimes he’d be short, but no matter who she imagined in the place of her soulmate, he would always be a knight and herself a princess in a tower. As she got older, her fantasies involved more daring feats with dragons he’d have to slay or evil witches he’d have to outsmart. It never mattered what stood in his way because he always overcame it. He was her soulmate after all. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be valiant, charming and honourable.

Like a prince, a young Sansa would muse to her mother, or anyone who would listen.

“He’ll have blonde hair,” Sansa decided when she was seven. She followed Robb out to the back garden. “All princes have blonde hair, right?” Her brother shrugged. “I bet he’ll be so handsome.”

“How do you know he’ll be handsome?” Robb finally asked after trying for some time to ignore her.

Sansa scoffed. “Of course he’s going to be handsome. He’s my soulmate.”

Her brother rolled his eyes, but it didn’t stop Sansa from believing it.

At twelve, Sansa was forced to reconsider everything she had ever thought about soulmates the moment she actually met her soulmate. She didn’t know it was him at first. There was no blinding flash of light as he stepped into the room; no singing angels in the background when he first said hello to her; and definitely no spark between them.

In fact, Jon Snow had become her least favourite friend of Robb’s within ten minutes of meeting him. He didn’t smile when he greeted her, he barely even looked at her, and then to make matters worse, he had the audacity to snort when she brought up the topic of soulmates.

What?” Sansa snapped, begrudgingly meeting Jon’s dull, boring grey eyes. “You don’t believe in soulmates or something?”

“No, they’re stupid,” he said, meeting her speculative gaze head on. Even though he was the quietest one of Robb’s friends, he had defiance in his stance, in the way his shoulders pulled back to make him appear taller than he was. She likened it to a cat bristling its tail.

Robb and Arya laughed loudly, which only angered her more, because they’ve both mocked her for her steadfast obsession with soulmates. Sansa placed her hands on her hips. “How can you say that? Soulmates are romantic!”

“It’s forcing two people to be together,” Jon said, not matching her anger with his own. He was practically impassive as he spoke to her. God, she wanted to hit him.

“It’s not forcing, it’s destiny!”

Jon chuckled, shrugging. “Same thing, isn’t it?”

When she finally realised he was her soulmate, it was some weeks later at the Starks’ annual summer barbecue. She was feeling particularly confident in her new pink and white striped bikini, proudly showing off the intricate lines of her soul mark at the base of her neck. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, a rarity for Scottish weather, and all of her friends were here. It was a perfect day.

But her good mood abruptly came to a halt when she walked past Robb and his group of friends and overheard their conversation.

“Dude, why do you have a tattoo of a snowflake on your chest?”

“That’s not a tattoo, you pillock, that’s a soul mark.”

“Oh. Wait, your soul mark is a snowflake? That’s a bit lame, isn’t it?”

“Fuck off, Theon.”

“What?” her brother shouted. “Your soul mark is a snowflake?”

At this point, Sansa’s heart was ramming painfully in her chest. She couldn’t believe it. After everything she had imagined about her soulmate, it had to be with someone who didn’t even believe in it? Jon wasn’t even blonde. He was lanky with muddy brown hair and boring grey eyes. That was the opposite of what princes looked like.

Before she could think about what she was doing, Sansa ran over to her brother and punched him hard in the shoulder to shut him up. “Robb,” she said breathily, feeling her panic rise and rise up her throat. “Mum needs you!”

He glared at her, groaning and rubbing his shoulder, but he knew. Out out of all of her siblings, Robb could read her the best and she didn’t need to say any more. He would even cut Jon out of his circle of friends if it was what she wanted, but what kind of person would she be if she let him do that? Sansa grabbed his forearm and nodded infinitesimally. Her brother sighed and walked off, despite probably knowing their mum hadn’t called for him at all.

Now alone with Robb’s friends, Sansa turned and found Jon staring at her with wide eyes. She flushed under his gaze. That was great; now he knew too. She pulled her bun loose and let her hair cover the soul mark as subtly as she could. Thankfully, Theon, Edd and Sam had already moved onto a new topic, but Jon was still staring resolutely at her, like he was trying to figure something out. Well, she didn’t need him to figure her out.

What?” she snapped, hoping the familiarity of being annoyed with him will ground her from the realisation that this stupid, gangly boy before her was her soulmate.

“I, uh… Nothing,” Jon mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

It surprised her to feel her neck tingle as if he was running his fingers along her soul mark there. She swallowed tightly and leveled a glare at him, one that she hoped he would be able to interpret as ‘do not tell anyone about this’, before stalking off.

On her fifteenth birthday, Sansa was completely over soulmates. She didn’t need some stupid mark to dictate who she’d end up with, not when there were boys like Joffrey Baratheon, who were blonde, charming and valiant. He made her feel special and loved; he was everything that Jon wasn’t and she had to admit that was kind of the appeal of him. Where Joffrey was talkative and outgoing, Jon only seemed to get broodier with age and more solemn. Didn’t he know that girls didn’t want to date someone like that? Least of all Sansa?

Well, at least the feeling was mutual. By the way that Jon actively avoided her, he was as determined as her to forget that they were soulmates. And maybe sometimes it stung a bit because he was such good friends with all of her family, but Sansa wasn’t going to let that get to her., She was not going to care or even spare a thought for him. Jon may share the same soul mark as her, but he was not her soulmate.

Maybe Joffrey could be.

“Have you seen my boyfriend?” Sansa asked Jeyne, still feeling a little thrill at being able to call him that.

“No, but check the kitchen. I heard him asking Margaery where the drinks were.”

“Okay, thanks,” she said, squeezing her best friend’s shoulder as she passed her by on the way to the kitchen.

The Starks’ kitchen was a beautiful work of art. Granite countertops, mahogany wood, and state-of-the-art appliances occupied the room. Her mum had slaved away for months and months designing it herself, and since she helped a little, Sansa was quite proud of it too. It had been fun to imagine cooking wonderful, mouth-watering dishes in a room she was helping create. Only in all of her imaginations, Sansa had never expected to see her boyfriend and her friend snogging up against the stainless steel refrigerator she picked out.

They were unaware of her presence and she wanted so desperately to scream and shout, but Sansa stood frozen in the doorway, one hand braced against the wooden frame, while the other fisted in her pale pink dress. In that moment, she wished she could borrow Arya’s ferocity for one second and punch Joffrey in the face, but Sansa wasn’t that girl. She had never been that girl. Instead, she was the type to stand dumbly by as she continued to watch her boyfriend kiss another girl.

The backdoor to the kitchen abruptly slammed open. Jon stood there with his fingers running through his rain-soaked hair, but he froze as soon as he caught sight of Joffrey and Margaery, and then Sansa. For a long second, no one did anything. Tense silence expanded to every nook and cranny, until without warning, everything was in motion. Jon slammed his fist into Joffrey’s nose, while Margaery screamed, jumping away. Joffrey tried to push back, but the lanky blonde had nothing on Jon’s superior strength. The boy wasn’t captain of the football team for nothing.

“Sansa, do something! He’s gonna kill him!” Margaery pleaded, tugging on Sansa’s dress.

She shrugged, finding her voice to be calm and steady when she felt so far from it. “Why should I care? He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

When her ex-friend whimpered and pleaded some more, Sansa sighed and walked over to Jon to place a hand on his shoulder. He immediately stilled. He searched her face, watching her carefully – maybe to make sure she was okay or maybe to silently ask if she didn’t want to punch the tosser herself. Eventually, Jon stepped away, but he only moved so he could circle an arm around Sansa’s waist. She tried to ignore the shot of electricity that raced up her spine from the contact. Now was not the time to think on stupid things like that.

“C’mon, Sans, let’s get out of here,” he murmured to her. “Leave him.”

Sansa nodded, but before she allowed Jon to steer her away, she bent over so she was face to face with Joffrey. “Clean this up and then get out of my house. Take your new girlfriend with you, and if you ever try to talk to me again, I’ll tell my brother what happened tonight.”

The blonde paled. Jon may have stood up in her defence tonight, but Robb was the one all of the boys at school were frightened of. It wasn’t that her brother was stronger than Jon, he was simply far more reckless and far less inhibited in how he dealt with anyone who hurt his family. For once, she was glad for that reputation.

At seventeen, Sansa still didn’t believe in soulmates. After Joffrey, she met Harry, and when that ended in disaster too, she decided to stop believing in relationships altogether. They were messy and painful and not worth her time. The knights and princes of her past had been shattered by the reality that chivalrous and honourable boys did not exist.

Besides, her actual soulmate had gone off to university, and last she heard, Jon had a girlfriend, so clearly he was over it as well. Not that she cared but she couldn’t help wondering about his new girlfriend. In all the years Sansa had known Jon, he’s never really been with anyone, at least never seriously enough to call them his girlfriend. Sansa sincerely hoped she never had to meet her. It was an awful thing to think, and Jon could have as many girlfriends as he wanted, but she didn’t want to meet any of them.

The night before Christmas, Sansa was in the den by herself reading Wuthering Heights for her English A Levels. If she wasn’t going to have a real soulmate, then she was going to have a real job with real influence. She was going to be a teacher.

At a quarter to one in the morning, she heard the creak of a door open and someone attempting to walk silently through the house to the kitchen, which was just past the den. Sansa smiled to herself. “I didn’t realise Santa was a nineteen-year-old boy.”

Jesus, shit!” he exclaimed. There was a clatter of some kind of object falling to the ground, before he then appeared at the threshold, his dark curls all mussed up from sleep. “You scared the crap out of me, Sansa. What are you doing up?”

She raised her book towards him. “Reading.”

Jon nodded and then smirked. “Aren’t you a little old to be waiting up for Santa?”

“Aren’t you a little old to be dressed like one?” she asked, arching her brow and gesturing towards his Santa-printed pyjamas and full beard.

He flushed, pink colouring his cheeks and neck. It was sweet. “It was a gag gift from Theon, but it’s surprisingly soft.”

“And the beard?”

“Left over from Movember,” Jon said, shrugging. He walked over to sit on the opposite end of the sofa from her and grabbed her book despite her protests. “Please tell me you’re reading Wuthering Heights for school.”

She was, but she scoffed anyways. “What’s wrong with Wuthering Heights?”

“Everything’s wrong with it,” Jon said, bewildered. “It gives the complete wrong idea about soulmates; you know that, right? They were so bad for each other.”

Sansa giggled, and she nudged him with her fuzzy sock-clad foot. “I didn’t realise you were so passionate about Heathcliffe and Catherine’s relationship, Jon. What are your opinions on Elizabeth and Mr Darcy? How about Jane and Mr Rochester?”

“Oh, shut up,” he said, but he was smiling, so that was a win in her books. “I had to read it for school too, and all the girls in my class were mooning over Heathcliffe. It was scary. If that’s what people think soulmates should be like then…” He glanced at her and flushed again. “It’s just dumb.”

“Well, for once, I agree with you,” Sansa said, grabbing her book back. “But I think people like the idea of being passionately in love with someone. That’s why people want a soulmate. Being in love and being loved? That’s not a bad thing to want.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked gently, but Sansa was staring resolutely at the glass coffee table in front of her instead of at him.

She shrugged. “Maybe once, but not anymore. It’s not worth all the other stuff.”

“Hey,” Jon said, taking her hand in his. “Is it because of what Joffrey did? Because he’s a prick, you know? Not all guys cheat on their –”

“It’s not just him,” she interrupted, finally meeting his eyes. “It’s us too. We’re supposed to be soulmates, Jon, but it’s not exactly like we’re compatible…” She sighed, trying to feign nonchalance, even though this was the first time either of them had brought up their soul marks. “So I don’t know. I guess you were right. It’s all just pointless.”

He pulled his hand back, and for some reason, that hurt more than if he had just agreed with her and said she was the last person he’d ever want to date. He might as well have, she thought. It wasn’t as if she was clambering to date him or anything, but was she not even an option?

As the silence drew on, Sansa started to become more and more irritable. “If you’re not going to say anything then you should just go. I have a lot of reading left to do and –”

This time, it was Jon who interrupted her, and as his lips pressed insistently against hers, Sansa wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and closer, until he was lying flushed on top of her. It was everything and nothing like how she imagined her first kiss with her soulmate to be. There were no exploding fireworks; no instantaneous magical connection, but there was heat and lust and desperation. It was as if the longer they kissed, the more she needed him near. Her hand roamed through his hair, feeling the softness of his curls and tugging just to hear him moan against her lips. The sound sent a pool of desire to the pit of her stomach and Sansa shifted so she could tangle her legs in between his.

“Sansa,” he breathed against her neck. “We should stop.”

She murmured her acquiescence by nipping at his lower lip, to which he groaned and swiped his tongue along the hollow of her neck in retaliation. Sansa didn’t even try to hide the mewl of pleasure that that elicited out of her.

But just as Jon was beginning to kiss a trail across her collarbone, nosing away the loose jumper, something horrible occurred to Sansa and she shove him away with a hard push.

“Ow, what the hell?”

“You have a girlfriend!” she seethed. “How could you do that to her! How could you do that to me! I can’t –”

“We broke up in October, Sansa,” Jon interrupted, as he furrowed his brows.

Oh,” and just like that all of the indignation and anger whittled away, and soon she was pulling nim back to her, kissing him as desperately and heatedly as she was before.

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Belle/Adam Post-Curse Fluff

“Catch Me if You Can”
• belle and adam running around the castle gardens and playing hide and seek in the labyrinth‬
‪• belle’s a good hider but adam finally catches her from behind and puts his hand over her eyes‬
‪• “guess who” *belle makes ridiculous sarcastic guesses*‬
‪• adam lets go of his hands and belle turns over to hug him‬
‪• they release from the hug and belle runs away (again) “catch me if you can!!"‬
‪• adam is a faster runner so he quickly catches up with her pace and tackles her to the ground‬
‪• they look at each other and have a lil makeout session

• belle has been talking about building a school for as long as adam can remember
• “maybe one day, darling”
• but what belle doesnt know is adam’s been secretly planning and building this dream school of hers ever since she first brought it up
• belle wakes up one day to find her husband’s side of the bed empty
• adam only left a note that said to meet him outside of the castle
• belle is suspicious, but just laughs to herself and gets dressed to go be with him
• adam is nervous and afraid she might not like his surprise, thinking of all the worst possible scenarios
• he gives this whole speech about his upcoming surprise and asks her to close her eyes as he guides her way to the secret hes been keeping for a long time
• belle opened her eyes and was dumbfounded. she was speechless and adam mistook this as a sign of disappointment, so he started rambling on and on about how he tried his best to make her happy
• belle cuts him off by cupping her hands to his face and kisses him
• “so does that mean you like it?”
• “like it? i LOVE it? thank you so much adam” *hugs him so tight he could hear his bones crack*
• they kiss again and spent the rest of the morning making plans for the school

“I’m Pregnant”
• belle gets suspicious when she realizes she had been late for almost 3 weeks now
• she also wakes up one day with a sudden urge to throw up all over the floor
• belle notices a teeny tiny bump on her stomach while getting dressed one day and comes to the conclusion that she is pregnant
• she’s terrified. she doesnt know how she’ll tell adam, and she certainly doesnt want to know how he’ll react
• she knows its foolish of her to think that adam might be the slightest bit disappointed because of the way she sees him play with chip, but she still holds on to her doubts and worries
• when she finally gets around to telling adam, he gets so excited that he runs off to the library and reads every single book about pregnancy and children
• his excitement suddenly turns to fear as he remembers his cruel father and how he used to treat him
• he’s nervous about fatherhood and scared about the mere thought of holding a fragile, tiny baby
• he starts having a breakdown, but belle makes sure to keep giving him assurance that he would, in fact, be a wonderful father to their unborn baby and that he is not who his father is

anonymous asked:

I asked my manager if I could take weekend shifts more often instead of week shifts because between class and work I'm doing 6am-8pm everyday. Everybody hates weekends anyway so nbd right? Wrong apparently. She says it's unfair to have to make me work every weekend. Which makes no sense but whatever. I finally got her to give me a weekend shift. But she still kept my Monday-Friday too. And I'm pretty irritated. I'm legit the only one that WANTS to work weekends. But she won't schedule me for it.

anonymous asked:

I've seen some critique Cait's interview with Seth Meyers last night and it's extremely frustrating. She has relentlessly promoted Outlander for two weeks. She has been professional, engaging and enthusiastic. She's also nailed it on nearly all of her outfits. And finally she has a great rapport with Seth, which means he'll invite her back for Outlander or other projects. Rant over, thanks for listening!!

Really? I enjoyed it a lot, especially because she wasn’t talking about the same old things. He kept it fresh and he genuinely likes her and makes her feel at ease so there’s no awkwardness. 

I will wait for you till the day I can forget you or till the day you realize you cannot forget me


The One After Her: A Relationship in Pieces

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction 10

Featuring: Spencer x Female Reader     Setting: Season 11

A/N: If you haven’t felt the angst yet… xoxo Stu

Pieces 1-9

Another measure of time, Y/N laid in the hospital bed having her dressings reapplied. Spencer held her unblemished hand as she tried not to make a sound of pain. His radiant love had been ignited into a tormented casing. He was thanking every deity and physics principle that allowed her to live, to contain the damage to a portion of her body and to limit the damage to second and a few small patches of third degree burns.

It had all come back to the beginning, that first case on a spring afternoon. The unsub’s cellmate in question had come for Y/N, she knew, had seen him acknowledge her trip and that was why she was screaming for Spencer. Clearly, she was in pain and had been afraid and yet Y/N had nearly lost her voice to ensure that Spencer got the bastard. Those screams may haunt his nightmares, but the fierce pride in her determination will outlast them.

“Do you need anything? Your parents went home for the night, but I can keep them at bay as long as I can.” Spencer’s words were twinged with subtle teasing. Her smile proved his efforts were received.

“How much longer before the team needs you?” She asked in a hushed voice, her throat healing too.

“Don’t worry about that now.” Spencer brushed her hair back, trying to keep his fingers busy, trying to hide the twitching concern. The pull to work the case, the need to be in two places at once.

“Spencer Reid, I’m not an idiot. You have work to do, you also want to help me and arrest this son of a bitch unsub. How long can you stay with me?” She was between gasping and whispering, her heart was trying to return to her, to repair its remaining damage. Spencer swallowed it back down.

“I’ll be here until eight, but then I have to get to the office.” Spencer closed his eyes in defeat.

“No, that’s good. That’s three hours? You can get an hour or two of sleep in.” She smiled up at him, nodding as the drugs were whisking her away from him.

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He has always loved her.

I was always convinced of that fact. I was one of the very few Sherlolly shippers out there who firmly believed that it would become canon. I knew I could be wrong, of course. But I think this is it. Or rather as close to canon as we can get. To me, the Final Problem confirms all of the suspicions I’ve ever had as to why they wrote Sherlock and Molly the way they did. Take note that what follows is obviously with shipper goggles on. But still. 

Quite a long post under the cut.

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Dear Anon:

I don’t care who may or may not show up. I don’t care about that extra noise and I’ve rarely, if ever, posted about it here. Just posting something fun, a calendar (seriously, just a calendar, I really don’t think it’ll be the best week ever because its nothing compared to right after my nieces and nephews were born or my 30th birthday week), to get people excited that Outlander is finally coming back in 8 days. I’m excited Caitriona’s going to be on Colbert. That’s pretty amazing. He’ll ask her really great questions. I truly think Outlander fans are conditioned to expect the worst. I totally can understand that. It’s been a long fucking wait. I know I snark about Outlander just as much as the next person, to the point where former friends have shaded and turned their backs on me all because of an actor and a TV show, I know I can be negative, but I still remember how fun it was to get excited about this show. I remember how it was right after the Wedding episode aired with all the fans thinking “yay show, that was brilliant!” and awaiting 1b with such anticipation. I remember going into another room at my sisters to watch the Paley panel with headphones before everything else started clouding my view. I remember watching 109 in my childhood bedroom because it aired right when I was out of town for Easter and I just couldn’t wait until I got home. I’d like to get back there someday. That anticipation. That FUN. But maybe I’m deluding myself and should accept that I/we can’t. Seriously, just bring on the episodes, I’m tired.