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people who hate jason because he’s “boring” are typically the most boring people on this earth

HOCO GAME NUMBER 2

why are you guys saying Jason’s dead? he got stabbed but they managed to get him to shore and give him so ambrosia and save him. i don’t know what you guys are talking about. Valgrace is canon. Jason is alive. everyone’s happy.

﹙💐﹚ 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍…

thinking about percy jackson, who likes butterfly kisses—childish, gentle, and oh-so-innocent. in the mornings, when you’re groggy and slow to wake up, he sneaks in close, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. his lashes flutter softly against your skin, just enough to make you smile without even opening your eyes. the way his warm breath fans over your skin, it tickles, but in the sweetest way, and you can hear him stifling a quiet laugh, knowing he’s already managed to start your day with a little warmth.

leo valdez and his nose rubs! it’s his favorite—nose to nose, soft and intimate, just close enough to feel his breath mingling with yours. it’s all so natural for him, the way he craves that closeness—his eyes crinkling as he leans in, his laughter filling the space between you. it’s the kind of affection that’s more than a habit—it’s a necessity, like breathing. he can’t help it; he’s got to be close to you.

jason grace is different. when things get overwhelming, when the world feels too big, he prefers blowing kisses. he’s not always the best at words or touch, especially when he’s in his head, but he still finds his way of showing you just how much you mean to him. across the room, he’ll pause, catch your eye, and with a small smile, blow you a kiss. and when you blow one back, you can see his breath hitch ever so slightly, as if it’s something new and magical, even you've shared this moment countless times. and then there’s luke castellan, who’s an absolute fiend for angel kisses. he presses the softest kisses to your eyelids when they flutter in your sleep, his lips barely grazing your skin. it’s like he’s trying not to wake you, but he wants you to feel him there, even in your dreams. there’s something so delicate in the way he does it, his breath hitching just a little when he leans closer, as if your subconscious can sense his presence. he’ll smile at how your face relaxes into his touch, his lips brushing against you one last time before he sighs contentedly.

©valsverse— do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

GOD MAKE MY MOM STOP ASKING ME IF IM GONNA GET PREGNANT IM NOT A FUCKING WHORE

He didn’t answer my question. I just wanna know if he’ll buy me liposuction😒

ITS BEEN AN HOUR AND HE HASNT TEXTED ME BACK

tolerate it is for the girls who did absolutely everything for their friends who just ended up treating them like shit and leaving them

MY BITCH WONT TEXT ME BACK

I think I accidentally made my new boy toy really uncomfortable today and he wouldn’t talk about what was nothing him and I feel really bad

Kiss Me On The Sidewalk, Take Away The Pain

Jason Grace x Reader

Female Reader/Feminine Pronouns

Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Rain poured down all around you, soaking your clothes and hair. You sat on the grass next to your car in the dark, tears blending in with the rain.

You were alone. You drove to fast in the rain. Your car was fucked up. You were alone at night. You could do nothing but wait for someone to show up and either drive you home or murder you and leave your body in a ditch. At this point the later would be less embarrassing.

Thunder crackled through the sky. You shivered. No technology meant you couldn’t call any mortals for help. No drachmas meant you could call any demigod friends for help. The smoke coming out of the hood of your car meant you’d rather not get blown up by staying out of the rain.

Your head pounded. You probably had a concussion from the crash. And this weather was not helping your already poor health.

You would pray to the gods if you thought they would listen.

The weather didn’t clear, yet you no longer felt the rain pelting down on you. You look up. Jason stands before you, the rain maneuvering around to leave a dry spot just big enough for the two of you.

He extends a hand to you, pulling you up into him arms. He runs his fingers through your soaking hair.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m taking you to the infirmary.”

“Jason, I’m okay, really.”

“I’m not taking any chances.”

Jason’s worn hand traces along your jawline, tilting your head up. His lips meet yours in a passionate embrace. The surrounding rain bursts with electricity. Your heart beats a mile a minute as your arms tighten around Jason’s shoulders. Closer. The electricity fries your brain. Nothing but Jason is left. The way his strong arms hold you to his body. The way his soft lips graze against yours. The taste of his mouth. His muscular chest. His warmth. His safety.

“Let me take you home, beautiful.”

You can’t catch your breath as he lifts you into the air. Above the clouds is awfully peaceful, even more so with your Jason.

Your mind numbs once your vision strengthens without the impairment of the weather. He’s beautiful. His strong, sharp features contrast from his delicate blue eyes.

He smiles.

Jason Grace can sleep anywhere. He was raised by wolves and then was taught "endurance" by the legion so he could genuinely just sleep, like anywhere. On the floor, freezing cold, burning hot, sitting down, standing up. It's more likely that he sleeps on the floor in the Argo 2 because the idea of sleeping on a bed is strange to him. He doesn't think he deserves a bed because a bed is for people and he is a soldier, but that's another post

jason "my mom abandoned me so i need to earn everyone's love or they'll abandon me too" grace, piper "i need to force my dad to care for me and see me even if it's for the worse" mclean, or leo "my mom died and it's my fault and she was the only one who could love me unconditionally" valdez.

I think a lot Jason could choke someone or put pressure on their body until they literally exploded from the inside out.

From the descriptions in the books the Grace siblings control electricity (not just lightning) so this implies that they control energy and if a character controls "energy" within themlve that means that this little shit controls everything (the state of things and how they are as they are) IF they are aware of the complexity of their skills. They would serve if it was science fiction

the other day we were discussing on the server about demigods using more magic transforming weapons like riptide and demigods using weapons associated with their parents and I would like to submit for the class Ethan using a whip that's disguised as one of those rulers that can fold in half, because Nemesis is associated with whips and measuring rods

Jason grace

I Need To Be Talked About

Leo Valdez x Reader

Female Reader/Feminine Pronouns

Shower Beer by The Beaches

Leo had been the most interesting thing in your life. Outside of him, you felt boring. You didn't really enjoy doing anything unless it was with him. So when Leo had to go off on a quest without you, you felt empty.

You had to occupy your time with something, so you took to the Dionysus cabin parties. And the wine.

Day after day, you would show up to these parties and get absolutely wasted, not remembering the events of the previous night. You lost track of the days. But you always knew you were waiting on Leo.

One of these nights, after downing however much alcohol you had and turning up the stereo, the false neurotransmitters in your brain told you it would be a good idea to jump up on a table with some girl you've never met and grind against her like no one else existed. That certainly made you more interesting than you've ever felt.

You didn’t remember the rest of that night.

When you woke up, you pulled yourself back to your cabin and into your bed, disregarding everything else. You just wanted to sleep off the hangover. Everyone was being so loud. Unusually loud. You buried your head under your pillow and tried to block out the noise.

A slam jerked you out of your hungover daze. You groaned as you were pulled out of your bed and into the arms of Leo.

“Care to explain why you’re still in bed at noon, hermosa?”

You groan in response and rest your head against his chest.

“Well then, care to explain what you were doing last night?”

Silence. Your heart pounded in your head.

"I've already heard." He did not sound happy.

As glad as you were that you didn't have to tell him, the guilt still hit like a freight train.

Leo silently picked you up and carried you into the bathroom. You closed your eyes even tighter as he turned on the light. You flinched as the sound of heavy rushing water hit porcelain, making your head throb harder. Cold air hit your skin as Leo gently tugged your clothes off. He set you into the warm bathwater and ran his hands along your back soothingly.

"Leo, baby..."

"Yes, Hermosa?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I get it. Camp is nothing without the great Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme."

You laugh. He's ridiculous.

You finally open your eyes to see Leo looking at you in a way no one else ever could. Leo understood you. He had to be fun enough to keep people around.

Leo ran his fingers through your hair, shampoo bubbling up. Your muscles relaxed.

"I missed you, hermosa."

"I missed you too, my love."

i need marriage au jason so bad, he’d be such a good hubby

ᯓ★ next to you

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

pairing jason grace x fem!reader

summary just jason being the most awesome lovey dovey person in the world and you braking down

warnings angst/comfort, a little too fluffy

authors note is that… me??? posting again??? i’m in shock. literally this ask is from my jason event almost three months ago i’m so so sorry

now listening to die with a smile by bruno mars and lady gaga

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jason spent the day at home, enjoying the peace and quiet of their cozy apartment. He’d gotten up early, tidied the place, and then decided to surprise y/n with something special. He knew how stressful her job could be, and he wanted to make her happy, especially if she had a rough day.  

He wanted to do something that would bring a smile to her face the moment she walked through the door. After a bit of thought, he decided to bake her favorite cookies - soft, gooey, and loaded with chocolate chips. He remembered how much she loved them, especially when they were fresh out of the oven, still warm and melty. 

As he knew that she’d take a little while to get home, he decided to walk down the street to their favorite flower shop. He bought a bouquet of her favorite flowers. After, he went to the store and bought everything they needed for the week so she didn’t have to worry about doing it later, and walked back home.  

As the evening approached, he baked the cookies and made sure they were just the way she likes it. When he heard the key turning in the lock, he was pulling the last batch out from the oven.  

y/n stepped inside; her shoulders were slumped with exhaustion. The weight of the day was evident in her eyes, and Jason’s heart ached to see her like that. But as soon as she looked up and saw him standing there, holding the tray of freshly baked cookies, her expression changed. 

He gave her an awkward smile as he put the tray on the counter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, you’re early. I didn’t have time to clean the house, but I restocked the things we needed and I-” he said, smiling as he grabbed the bouquet and offered it to her. “bought you flowers.”  

“Surprise,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth. He gave her the biggest, brightest smile, hoping it would lift her spirits. 

y/n was frozen for a moment, her eyes welling up with tears. The sight of Jason, the scent of the cookies, the flowers and the sheer love behind something so trivial - it was too much. The stress, the frustration, the exhaustion - all of it came crashing down at once. 

Without a word, she dropped her bag and rushed into his arms, burying her face in his chest as the tears finally spilled over. Jason wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she cried, whispering soothing words into her hair.  

He didn’t quite understand why she was crying, but he just held her close. “Hey, it’s okay. I've got you.”  

Her sobs were muffled against his shirt, but Jason could feel the tension in her body slowly melting away as she clung to him. He rocked her gently, letting her release all the emotions she had been holding in throughout the day. 

After a few moments, y/n pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked up at Jason, her cheeks flushed and eyes red from crying, but there was a small, grateful smile on her lips. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaky but sincere. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” 

He cupped her cheeks, squeezing her face and kissing her forehead, then her nose, then his lips. “You’ll never have to thank me for this. I'm your husband. And, just like I said in that altar two years ago, I'm with you for better or worse, sickness or health. It doesn't matter if you’re having the worst or the best day of your life. I just want to make it better, always.”  

She let out a watery laugh and kissed him, the salty taste of tears mixing to their mouths. When they finally broke apart, she kept their foreheads touching for a little while and pecked his lips one more time.  

“My days are always better when I'm with you.” She muttered.  

New date to homecoming number 2!

I know it’s for the best but I miss him so much.

He was my best friend, how did I let him go that easily?

Broke up with my boyfriend. Kinda sad, kinda not.

There must be escape in escaping. There must be escape in escaping.

yeah so this was insane