at the gym i guess



i told my boyfriend how much i weighed yesterday (which is about 5 pounds more than he weighs)

& he just looked at me & said, “okay, well that doesn’t change how i look at you. you are beautiful.”

he’s a lean guy & can have a hard time putting on weight. that being said he kinda struggles with the opposite of what i’m struggling with right now.

i made the decision to get sober a little short of a year & a half ago. this was the best decision that i have ever made in my life- & a very difficult one. food became my vice during this time. i have ibs, so having a vice like this did not make my gut happy.

we talked more about what we are struggling with & why we are. i explained to him how food has become my vice, & he understood that. yet one thing changed here when we moved forward & planned the next steps that we could take (for me it was getting back on the paleo reset diet) & how we will support one another- we started at that moment rather than the next day.

i am the queen of promising myself “tomorrow”. as in tomorrow i will start my diet again. tomorrow i will eat healthier. tomorrow i will get myself to the gym… and guess what? it never happens

so here i am, day 2 on the paleo reset diet

although i am not where i want to be, i know & feel beautiful on the inside & out. we are the creators of our own happiness, & i am taking the initiative to once again carve my own path.

You're Mine

Paring: Seth Rollins X Reader
Rating: Smut, Explicit
Length: 3k+
Includes: Smut, lots of angst, and fluff

Summary: You and Seth still aren’t an official couple after three years. You hatch a plan in anger and spite to make him realize how much he cares about you. It doesn’t go as planned. Angst and smut and a little fluff.

“Why do I even bother?!” You shouted at Seth as he rolled his eyes. You were in the living room of his new house, but this was an old fight.

“Look, I told you,” he sounded angry even though he had no right. “I don’t like titles. We’re dating. I don’t have to be your boyfriend.”

“It’s been three years! You don’t want a title. You don’t want me to move in. You just want me around. It’s not cool!” You were at your wits end with this conversation. You had talked to his friends, and they were as confused as you.

Roman was the most helpful. He told you Seth talked about you a lot. Seth would say “You’ll never guess what y/n did. It was so awesome-” and “Y/n loves those things.” Stuff like that. You did the same thing too, but less and less lately because of this situation he put you in.

The two of you weren’t getting any younger, and you wanted to settle down with him. He was the man you loved, but you were starting to think he wasn’t your future.

“I just don’t want labels. I’ve told you that for like, years,” he said, getting up from the couch, adjusting his basketball shorts and hoodie. “I’m going to hit the gym.” He grumbled as he walked past you.

“I guess I’m going home then,” you said, snatching up your things furiously. “Just tell me one thing,” you turned to him as he put his hair up and picked up his gym bag.

“What?” He asked, clearly irritated and not wanting to actually listen to you. His tone stoked your ire and you decided to change your question.

“Do you mind if I date other people?” You asked, shrugging a bit, keeping your face blank.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking aghast. You gleaned a bit of satisfaction from his horrified face.

“Well, I’m not your girlfriend, so…? I can date other people, yeah?” You shrugged again.

He glared at you, and you could see his brain working behind his eyes. He didn’t like what you were suggesting, and he was trying to find a way to say ‘no’ without giving ground on his position.

“Sure,” he finally said after a very long pause. “I personally won’t, but sure, go crazy.” He said with a condescending tone. He was trying to guilt you out of the idea by volunteering that he wouldn’t see other people, but at this point… /Fuck him/.
“Hey, y/n! What’s up?” Cesaro’s voice over the phone was just as pleasant as you remembered. “Did Seth lose his phone again? He’s right here somewhere.”

“No,” you laughed. “I wanted to call you specifically,” you admitted.

“Okay,” he said, waiting.

You had planned to just ask him out, but he was too close with Seth. He would say no. You quickly thought of something he’d say yes to.

“Seth is giving me the same argument against labels again,” you sighed.

“The 'Oh, I don’t like labels. I just want to be me. Blah blah blah,’ thing. I’ve heard it.” Cesaro said, sounding as incredulous as everyone else that heard Seth give the excuse.

“Yeah, but this time, I got pretty hot and I kind of said I’d start dating other people,” you winced, realizing how that would sound to one of Seth’s closest friends.

Cesaro sighed. “I don’t blame you.”

“Yeah, so here’s what I want to do, and why I called,” you said, getting down to business. “I would like you to take me on a date. Like, pretty publicly. If that’s okay?” You said, biting the tip of your thumb.

He surprised you by laughing. “Oh boy, that’s evil y/n. Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Really?” You asked, bouncing in your seat.

“Yeah, lets fuck this tomato,” he said, making you quirk your face in question. What kind of idiom was that? Swiss? You took it for the agreement it was.

“Okay. Bye.” You said, laughing.

“I’ll text you.” He said before hanging up.
You were sitting on your couch watching TV when you heard a furious knock on your door. It was late. About midnight. And you wondered who in the hell it was.

Opening the door cautiously, you peeked out. It was Seth.

You didn’t know he would be back so soon. He usually texted you when he was getting on the airplane or making the drive back home.

“What’s up?” You said, pulling the door open all the way. He rushed inside and you closed the door behind him. He didn’t say a word. He looked rattled. His hair was a mess and he smelled like the cold air outside. It was like he had stopped whatever he was doing and just rushed here.

“Seth,” you started to say, but he just held up a finger. That’s when you noticed his hand was shaking. You looked up to his eyes and saw they were black with fury.

You had seen Seth angry before, but you hadn’t ever seen him livid. You were guessing that’s what this was. You were guessing he saw the photos. The photos from your date with Cesaro.

“You said you would date other people. Not my best fucking friend,” his voice shook as he spoke. You were quiet for a long time. The TV the only sound in the room.

“I’m just-” you tried.

“No. You don’t talk til I say,” he told you. His voice was hot with rage. You felt yourself shrink in. You thought this little stunt would remind Seth how much he liked you. Needed you. Maybe loved you. But maybe it was the thing that would finally tear you two apart.

“Did you ask him, or did he ask you?” He asked, staring you down.

“I asked him,” you said quietly, beginning to shake yourself.

“And he said yes? Just like that?” He was silently waiting for your answer, but his lips were parted with heavy breath.

“Well, I- He-” you tried to figure out what to say.

“Never mind. I just want to know one thing,” he said. “Just tell me…” Seth’s voice broke just a little. “Did you fuck him?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t.

“Did you want to?” His eyes were like open windows to his soul. You could see it howling in pain, and it was about to get worse.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes?!” He asked in disbelief.

“I want to sleep with a lot of guys, Seth, but I don’t.” You told him simply. “Cause there’s only one guy for me.”

He looked angry again. How did he still not understand this?

“Then why date other people?! Why put me through this?!” He shouted, looking more distressed than you’d ever seen him. Even when his knee tore in half and he vacated his title, he was more together than this.

“Because I need a commitment!” You shouted back. “I need to know that at the end of the day you’ll be there for me!”

“I’m here for you!” He argued.

“As a friend? As a fuck buddy? As what?!” You fired back, becoming quite livid yourself. If this was the last fight, if this was the last time you talked, you wanted to make yourself clear. “Come on! Tell me what I am to you!”

He stared at you. He was silent.

“Really?” You said, feeling a knife through your heart. “Nothing?”

“Y/n,” he said, reaching for you. His anger seemed to have slipped away, but that didn’t matter now. You were too flustered. Too mad. Too frustrated.

You slapped his hand away, shocking him. You shocked yourself too, but you didn’t let it show. Not now.

“Get out,” you hissed. You couldn’t look at him anymore. You couldn’t be around him. It hurt too much.

“When I saw the pictures… When I saw you with him,” he started.

“I don’t care anymore. Leave,” you said, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even know you were crying until then.

“Let me just-” he tried, but you couldn’t listen.

“No. I want you out,” you said, realizing he wasn’t going to leave. He had rooted himself like a tree. You had to do something drastic. You had to topple him to get him the fuck away from you. “I already wasted three years of my life with you. How much more of my time do you want to waste?”

He recoiled at that, and it broke your heart to see him in pain. But he couldn’t give you what you needed, so he wouldn’t give you anything anymore.

“I’m- I- Please,” he stuttered. He looked shattered, but you had no idea why, or what it meant. He either couldn’t or wouldn’t tell you what you meant to him.

You went to the door and opened it.

“Goodbye, Seth,” you said, looking down at the floor. You could still feel the fury coursing through your veins, but the anguish was starting to overwhelm it. You needed him gone before you could collapse to the floor.

He walked over to you, and gently put his hand over yours, closing the door for you.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. His hand was still on yours. You stared at where your hands met. “And I’m yours.” His eyes were pained, but soft as you looked up.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t know what to say.

“That’s all I’ve got,” he confessed.

“What does that mean?” You asked, feeling so unsure. Like the ground would drop away from your feet at any moment.

“You’re mine,” he shrugged sadly. Probably thinking that wasn’t enough, he kept talking. “You’re my best friend. You’re my favorite person. You’re the person I lean on. You’re… mine.” He said. “And I’m all that stuff for you, right?”

You sniffed and nodded.

“Then I’m yours.”

“Okay,” you said, looking at him in question. A silent 'what else?’

He reached out and pulled you to his chest. He did that thing you loved. Sometimes after a long or particularly rough road trip; he pulled you in, held you tight, rested his chin to your forehead, took a long inhale of your hair, sighed deeply, and kissed the top of your head. He loved you. Seth might not have known it, but you did. You wouldn’t say anything now. You weren’t about to tell him how he felt.

“What was Cesaro saying to you? In the picture, I mean,” he asked, holding you close.

“Which one?” You asked. He pulled back a bit to get his phone out of his pocket. Then he pulled up a picture of Cesaro whispering in your ear and you blushing with a little smile on your face. “I don’t remember.” You didn’t remember what he said. “Is- is that the one that bothered you the most?” You asked, knowing there was a photo of a goodnight kiss.

“Yeah,” he said, laying his cheek on the top of your head as his hand flexed around your side.

“Why?” You were perplexed.

“I don’t know. I guess- I like to make you smile, and- I know lots of people make you smile, but- I don’t know. We make jokes. Our jokes. I didn’t like thinking about you and Cesaro- I don’t know? Having jokes? That doesn’t make any sense,” he sighed. Seth was talking about intimacy. He didn’t want you to be intimate with other people. You smiled to yourself. What a big dummy, you thought, unable to contain a laugh.

“It does make sense. But I have bad news, Cesaro and I do have one joke.” You had remembered what Cesaro was telling you when that picture was snapped.

“What is it?” He frowned, looking at you.

“I’ll never tell,” you smiled at him evilly. He smiled back.

“Come on!” He laughed, shaking you gently, teasingly.

“I’ll tell you my secret for one kiss,” you teased, pointing to your lips. He smiled and paid the toll of one kiss. It stared as a quick peck on the mouth, but then his lips softened and he stayed a bit longer.

After your lips parted, you looked up at him and forgot what you were going to say. He was staring at you, looking at you like you were a stranger. Just blinking, trying to take all of you in.

“Seth?” You asked, putting a hand on his chest. He looked lost.

His hands came up to cup your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone as he stared at you. His beautiful, intelligent brown eyes gazing between your eyes and your lips. You moved forward just an inch and he kissed you again.

He kissed you over and over, pulling you closer. His hands gently, desperately grasping your face. Usually, he’d be pulling your body to his, making his desire clear, but this was different. He was making his desire clear just by kissing you. Fiercely, passionately clinging to your lips.

“I’m not wasting your time anymore. I’m yours,” he said, before sealing your lips again.

You put your arms around his neck. One hand diving into his hair. Saying, with your body, 'I’m here. It’s okay. I’m yours too.’ As soon as you did that, he picked you up and started toward your bedroom.

“I want you,” he said breathlessly, as he set you on your bed. You moved away a bit to start undressing, but he grabbed you back to him.

“Come here,” he huffed, pulling the hem of your shirt over your head. He kissed your shoulders, chest, tummy. He removed your bra. Then he started on your jeans. “You’re mine. You understand?” He asked, pulling your panties down with your jeans.

“Yes,” you said, putting your hands in his hair as he kissed down your hip bone to your pelvis. You knew where he was going.

His mouth found your folds wet, and you moaned in want as his tongue worked magic on you. He was so good at eating you out that sometimes the orgasms brought tears to your eyes.

He groaned as he realized just how slick you were and the husky sound made you even slicker. He brought his hands up to your center and used them to spread your pussy lips so he could give your clit direct attention. You cried out as he lapped at your pleasure center with deadly accuracy. Your hands shook against his scalp as he got you to the edge, making you gasp in desperate need to come.

“Please!” You cried as you felt your peak so close. He licked quicker, more forceful, to make sure you came and came hard. “Yes! Seth!” You practically screamed as your body shook with pleasure.

He climbed up your body, laying between your thighs. You used your fingers to wipe your wetness from his beard, running your thumb over his talented lips. He placed a kiss on the pad of your thumb just before he pressed forward.

You gasped as his cock filled you. He looked down at you with stars in his eyes.

“God, you feel so good. You always feel so good,” he said, holding you close as he started to thrust.

“You too, baby,” you moaned as your hands roamed his back. And he did, he felt so good filling every inch of you with his length.

He took his time, building up the pace, finding out what made you gasp and your pussy clench. The whole time his own breath caught and masculine moans emanated from his throat, driving you wild.

“Louder,” you told him. He looked at you for a second, but then it clicked.

He started going faster, making you throw your head back. He was hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his powerful arms were around you, and his moans hit your ears like music.

“Oh God!” You cried as he lifted your hips a bit.

“You like that?” He huffed, leaning back to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, nodding furiously. Your fingers digging into his shoulders to pull him to you. Your lips landed on his right before he pushed you over the edge.

“That’s right. You’re mine. This is my pussy.” He said, reaching down to your clit. You had already come twice but that wasn’t enough for Seth. He wanted to remind you why you were with him.

“I’m yours! Yes!” You told him, looking in his eyes.

“Come for me again,” he demanded of you. “Come for your man.”

You screwed your eyes shut and just heard and felt everything. His cock inside you, his fingers on your clit, his breath hot on your ear, his groans, and the sound of your flesh slapping together. Seth was inside of you and all around you. It was perfect.

“Oh my God!” You gasped as you came for the third time. Tears streamed down your face from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh! Y/n…!” He groaned as he came inside of you and went still. You could hear his heart pounding, and you put your hand over his chest to feel it too. “I love you.” He said quietly.

“I love you too,” you said, running a hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” he chuckled, rolling over and bringing you with him.

“I think you should move in with me.” He said, running his hand over your bare back as you snuggled to his side.

“Really?” You asked, peering up at him. He was completely serious.

“Yeah, really,” he smiled at you and then kissed your forehead.

“Alright then,” you giggled. “Let’s fuck this tomato.”

“Let’s what?!” He laughed. His face quirked in mirth and his eyes shining like no tomorrow.

“Apparently, it’s something Sami says.” You confessed and pecked his cheek. “Cesaro picked it up from him. That’s my joke with Cesaro.”

“It’s lame,” Seth said, trying to frown. “It’s a good thing you have me to make better jokes with.”

You laughed. “Yes, better jokes with my man.”

“My girl,” he sighed, pulling you closer. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”



tomorrow i will be getting all of my exams back. i’m pretty excited but at the same time i really don’t want my math exam back as i already know i will be disappointed but hey it’s not the end of the world, i guess.

today i went to the gym, was late to like 3 of 4 classes and realised the redbull blue edition is too good

anonymous asked:

Emma, I LOVE Harry's pink. I'm also old and have watched the tightenings around gender-stereotypical colours over the last 10-15 years particularly in the US. Pink didn't equate gay when I was in my teens/20s. It's fascinating to watch a lot of blogs go 'pink = gay signifier'. (I think there's lots of other signifiers other than clothes for Harry!) For straight guys, it's a shame that flamboyance now automatically = gay. Expression seems to be tied down more than when I was young?

Well, I’ll admit that I think this side of the fandom sometimes genders pink more than I’ve even seen it in my everyday life, at least among adults (obviously pink and blue are quite gendered for children). I see straight dudes wearing pink quite frequently and I’ve seen plenty of het Harries who love Harry in pink, though of course there are always some uglies who refuse to accept that he likes the color because they only associate it with women and gay men, which scares them. Harry definitely wears shades and patterns that are flamboyant and stereotypically gay, but I think some Larries tend to say “he’s defying gender norms” while putting him in a box themselves. He’s someone with multiple facets and he has layers of femininity and masculinity, he wears pink paisley one day and a hoodie the next, he dances like a dork and then goes to beef up at the gym, and so on. I guess I just wish this fandom didn’t go so far in one direction or the other and just accepted Harry for who is, ALL aspects of who he is, without acting like he’s just one thing.

“If You Make One More Stupid Pun, I Will Literally Stab You”

Spencer Reid

“Why don’t some couples go to the gym together, Morgan?”

“I don’t know…I guess maybe they feel self conscious around each other or something.  Personally, I think couples that do that are awesome,” he says absent-mindlessly.

“Hm…I guess some relationships just don’t work out,” Spencer smirks as he walks out of Morgan’s office.

And after a brief pause, Morgan realized what he had done.

“Wait…Reid!  Hold up!” he yells as he gets up from his desk.

“Was that a pun?” Morgan asks.

“What?” Reid feigns innocence.

“You pun’d me!” Morgan smiles.

“I don’t believe the word ‘pun’ is an adjective.  Actually, the word is derivative of-”

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah.  You know exactly what you just did,” Derek says as he puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Ok…?” Spencer questions.

“But just to let you know, kid!” Morgan yells as he begins walking back up the steps, “if you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.”

“You know, Morgan, I-I-I’ve never really trusted stairs,” Spencer begins as he swallows hard.

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asks as he stops halfway up.

“Yeah.  Yeah.  I-I mean…their always up to something, you know?”

Even J.J. had to laugh at Derek’s reaction as Spencer took off for the elevator with Derek right on his heels.

u know that feeling of growing up cast out from the rest of ur classmates
and in gym class sometimes the teacher made 2 teams and each captain picked people until only you were left and they had to pick you by force with a rly unhappy looking expression

bonus: the class is an uneven number so the teacher tells you that you can join whichever team you like, and you choose and then watch the entirety of that team make the :/ face cause they didnt want you + the other team being releived as fuck that u didnt pick them

bonus 2: u got to be captain to choose people and see everyone you choose make faces cause they dont wanna be there, they want the other team

[Femslash February]: Snow

im actually a piece of garbage i should not be trying to do this

if you take a peek at how the prompts are split up, there’s one box of color per week. so this is begging for one pairing per week. gonna have Chlonette be my blue box :) so for the next seven days i’ll fulfill the prompts with the two of them before switching to a new pairing!

oh. do not support this. i have homework to do. seriously. stop me. i’m actually 75% serious. 

Day 1: Snow (Chlonette)

Words: 1473

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Next: Asleep]

“Oh, dammit!”

Marinette called out from the kitchen with her mouth full. “What?”

Chloe was standing in front of the apartment windows with her hands on her hips. “Are you seeing what’s outside right now?”

“The sky, hopefully.”

No! I mean what’s in the sky! Come, this is an emergency!”

She rolled her eyes, left her empty breakfast plate on the kitchen table, and looped around the corner, jokingly mirroring Chloe’s position in front of the window. “What’s the emergency?”

Chloe scoffed and turned to Marinette. “Are you serious right now? You see this, don’t you?”

“Yes, I see it, what’s your point?”

“What the hell!? That’s my point!

Marinette’s eyes widened and she laid a gentle hand on Chloe’s shoulder. “Oh my gosh, wait. I’m being so insensitive. Sometimes I forget that you’re so sheltered you’ve never seen snow before. This must be a shock for you.”

Chloe shrugged Marinette’s hand off with a glare while Marinette threw her head back and cackled. “Oh, shut up! That’s not what I meant!”

“Darling, it’s winter time. It’s cold out. It snows. These are all very normal things.”

“We were supposed to get our hair done today,” Chloe muttered. “I wanted to take you to that Indian restaurant I found the other day, too. We haven’t gone out in forever.”

Their apartment windows were completely whited out from all the snow that was falling. It was hard to see many of the buildings that were right next to theirs. It was more snow than they’d ever gotten in a while, and she was sure it wasn’t going to let up until later this evening. She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I don’t think this is weather to be going anywhere in.”

“You’d think it’d have the decency to warn us in advance when this sort of thing is going to happen.”

Marinette smirked. “It being the weather?”


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Olympus High

For @murphydog3 for winning the Percy Jackson Trivia! A Sky High-ish AU was requested.

Percy looked out the window as his bus started to disappear from from the mortal eye. His heart was pounding since it was his first day at Olympus High, a school for super humans. 

He knew super humans existed, a bunch of his friends were superhuman. His friend, Jason, was one. He could fly and create storms. Jason’s girlfriend, Piper, she had a silver tongue. She can make anyone do whatever she wanted. Leo could create fire and walk through it with no problems. And then there was Frank, he was a shape-shifter. 

He was nervous for another reason. His childhood friend, turned girlfriend over the summer, Annabeth wasn’t a super human. She was just a really smart mortal.

“Percy, you okay? You look a bit sick.” Piper noted. “Are you just nervous?” 

“Yeah. Just nerves.” He replied. “It’s the first day.”

Leo looked over the seat to face Percy. “You’re nervous about going to school with a bunch of super humans?”

“A bit. I mean, it’s the seventh school I’ve been to in seven years. And none of them had super humans in them.” He told him. 

“It’ll be fun! We’re going to be learning how to save people.” Leo said. “You just got to think of the bright side.”

“I think he misses his girlfriend.” Jason noted. “Percy had to tell her why he wasn’t going to the same school as her anymore.” 

“Wait, Annabeth isn’t a super?” Piper asked. “I thought she was! She’s like super smart.”

Percy sighed and shook his head. “She’s just smart. There’s nothing super about her. I mean, for her to get into the school.”

“It’ll be okay. Maybe she is a super and her powers just haven’t developed yet.” Frank suggest. He would know, he got his letter last out of all of them. His letter came about three weeks ago when he first shape shifted. 

Some of them got their powers when they were little, like Jason, Leo, and Percy. Jason exhibited his powers when he was five by accidentally flying around the back yard. Percy figured out he could breathe underwater when he was three when he fell under the water in the tub. Leo survived a fire when he was five with no burns or scratches on him.

Piper didn’t know she had powers until she received her letter at the end of middle school. She didn’t think much of it when she got whatever she wanted from people.

“That kid is staring at us.” Leo whispered, his eyes darting to a kid sitting two seats back from Percy. 

Percy turned his head and saw a pale kid with black hair and clothing looking at him. He looked at his friends. “Do any of you know him?”

They shook their head. Percy looked back at the kid and the kid looked like he was melting into the shadow that the seat in front of his was making. 

“Maybe he’s shy.” Percy shrugged. 

“He’s a bit creepy.” Piper noted.

“Everyone is if you don’t give them a chance.” Percy replied. “Maybe once we get to school, we can talk to him.”

“Highly doubt he wants us to talk to him.” Leo added.

They arrived at school and it was amazing. The school looked like it was made up of white marble. It had to be at least three stories high with windows where every classroom was. Students were flying onto the lawn in front of the school before running over to their friends. A lake was slightly seen from the left of the building. 

The five friends got off the bus and walked over to a table that was welcoming the freshmen to their school. A man was there in a tiger stripped shirt with jeans and next to him was another man in a wheel chair. 

“Welcome everyone to Olympus High!” The guy in the wheel chair said. “We are excited to help you hone in your powers and use them properly. I am Chiron, the Vice Principal and to my left is Dionysus, the Principal.”

“Wait!” They heard someone shout. 

Everyone turned to see a guy with curly hair running, holding hands with nothing. He ran up to Chiron and Dionysus. 

“Grover, what are you doing here?” Chiron asked. 

“I found another super. Her powers only shown this morning.” He was slightly breathless. “Which qualifies her to join this year’s class.”

“Where is she?” Dionysus asked, lazily. “She isn’t one of your pretend friends, is she?”

“No sir.” Grover slightly growled. “She’s invisible. I barely caught her turning invisible.” 

In a blink of Percy’s eyes, Grover was holding someone’s wrist. But not just anyone’s wrist, Annabeth’s wrist. His heart pounded when he saw her standing there.

“Annabeth!” He grinned going over to her.

She turned and saw him. A smile appeared on her face when she saw him. She walked over and hugged him. 

“I guess we do get to go to school together after all.” She grinned.

He nodded and broke the hug. Everyone was watching them. The two of them were blushing as they rejoined their classmates. Annabeth slipped her hand into Percy’s as they headed to orientation. 

As they went to sit in the auditorium, Frank sat next to a girl, way shorter than him, dark skin and curly locks. She smiled at him. Frank smiled back at her but saw that creepy kid on the bus next to her. He turned and looked straight ahead. 

“I can’t believe all of you are supers.” Annabeth whispered. “I thought Percy was the only one with super powers.”

“Well, surprise!” Piper grinned. “I’m so excited that you’ll be with us.”

“Me too.” She smiled before Dionysus started his welcome speech. 

On the stage behind him, the curtain opened up and paper started to fly towards everyone, their schedules for the semester. The six friends instantly started to figure out what classes they would have together. Jason, Percy, and Leo had a lot of classes together, and Frank, Piper, and Annabeth had a lot of classes.

“I don’t get this. We have the same class but you have Technology H and we have Technology S at the same time but different places.” Annabeth said to Percy. “What do the S and H mean?”

“Maybe they’re just different sections.” Percy shrugged. “It’s fine. We got lunch together.”

She nodded and smiled. “So I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you at lunch.” He leaned over and kissed her before heading to gym with Leo and Jason. 

As they walked, they noticed the creepy kid walking in front of them. Percy went ahead to talk to him.

“Hey. I’m Percy.” He greeted.

The kid stopped walking and looked at him. “Nico.”

“We’re headed to gym class. Where are you going?” 


“Cool.” He smiled. “Want to walk with us?” 

“No thanks.” He moved to a shadow and disappeared. 

Percy looked at where the kid disappeared for a moment before going back to his friends. 

“That kid disappeared into a shadow.” Leo pointed out. 

“Yeah. He said he was going to gym like us. So I guess we’ll see him there.” Percy told them as they continued to walk to class. 

The whole day just seemed like regular high school, except there was no English or math class. Instead they learned how to build lasers, focus their powers, the history of super humans, and other things that the school thought would be important for them to learn. 

But lunch was the only time the six friends could sit together. They found a table and started talking about their day. Jason, Leo, and Percy were more upbeat about their day. They were so excited to compare notes about their classes.

Piper and Annabeth didn’t look as happy. The were pushing around their food. 

“What’s wrong?” Percy asked Annabeth.

“We found out what the S and H means on our schedules.” Annabeth replied. “Heroes or Sidekick.”

“What?” Jason asked in disbelief.

“So you three are heroes and we are sidekicks.” Piper sighed. “Apparently our powers aren’t as useful as yours.”

“That’s ridiculous! Sidekicks are just as important as the hero. They work as a team.” Percy exclaimed. 

“Yeah, well, that’s how they keep us divided.” Annabeth sighed.

They were all quiet for a moment. The only person who wasn’t at their table was Frank. He walked over a few minutes later with the girl he sat next to at orientations. 

“Hey. Leo, Jason, Percy, this is Hazel. She can talk to animals.” He told them. 

The three boys said hello.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Hazel smiled. “Is it okay that my brother sits with us? He promised to sit next to me at lunch.”

“Sure. Who’s your brother?” Jason asked.

“His name is Nico. He might just appear out of a shadow.” She warned them. 

“That creepy kid?” Leo asked. Then he looked at Hazel. “No offense. He’s in a lot of our classes and he doesn’t say much. He just stares at us.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, him I guess.” She replied. 

Nico walked over to the table. His eyes scanning over at every single person before sitting two seats away from Hazel. He quickly ate then left.

“He’s shy.” Hazel said. “And a loner.”

“We can tell.” Percy noted. 

“He’s just going through a tough time.” Hazel told them. “He’s going to be fine once gets into the rhythm of things.”

They just nodded, wanting to get off the topic. Lunch was made with small chatter. They were talking about the differences in their classes. By the end of the day, they survived their first day of Olympus High.

I was at a Public park Wednesday Morning when this Jogger came and sat down in front of me to rest for a minute and get a Drink when the Pink Circumcised Head of his hot boy Penis Slipped out of his Silky Black gym shorts. He was Completely Oblivious and Unaware to the fact his Beautiful Young Circumcised Penis Head had Slipped Out Of His Silky Black Gym Shorts and that I was Discreetly Taking Pictures. I guess he should have been wearing Underwear or better yet a Jockstrap if he don’t want me to look. You should have seen him jogging toward me his Big Young Uncircumcised Boy Dick was just a Flopping in his Gym Shorts but I’m sure not Complaining. You should have seen him stand up and jog away his Big Tight Bubble Butt was just Flopping in his Silky Black Gym Shorts. Im guessing he was about 20 years old and Hot as Hell. I love these young guys or any guys for that fact that they always wear these silky flimsy 👀 see through gym shorts with no underwear or jockstraps on underneath them. Hell it great for us Gay Guys that like ckecking them out and looking for their Inevitable Dick Slips. You have to love it! Thank God For Thin See Through Silky form fitting Gym Shorts And Guys who wear nothing underneath.

I only date Italians (Tony DiNozzo X Reader)

Criminal Minds/NCIS

Warnings: Um, I don’t think theres any major ones… I mean its a CM/NCIS story so mentions of death like once but nothing happens to main characters.

This isn’t my best work but you know sometimes things don’t go as planned. I like this story so that’s all that matters right?

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As we stood to leave I could tell she was unsteady. I knew when she got exhausted she got exhausted. We held each other for a few more minutes and I carried her. She was never too heavy for me and I didn’t mind. I knew I couldn’t carry her emotionally so if I could do anything physically, I’d do it without hesitation.

She stared at me. I had forgotten just how dark her eyes were.
I set her down and she asked if she could jump on my back for the trek down the cliffs. I laughed and mentioned something about being similar to a pack mule. She didn’t smile so I knew how fragile she was feeling. I really needed to learn my place sometimes, I thought inattentively. 
I allowed her to and we made our way down.