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one day i'll have my own rom com in new york!

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— cloudburst ɞ ｡⋆

— jason grace x fem!reader

word count ; 500+

warnings ; second person, reader is scared of thunderstorms

summary ; read this lovely post by @balletfilmss

a/n ; i need a jason grace in my life !!! also this story is based on the above link <3

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jason is easy to spot in through the cafe windows—tall, blond, indescribably handsome. the attention that came at the beginning of your relationship was daunting, but now you wave off comments and laugh, because everyone else can be as jealous as they want—at the end of the day, jason grace is yours, and that’s all that matters. he loves being yours too, always following you around like a lovesick puppy, telling you how pretty you look, spending as much time as possible with you.

“hi, pretty girl,” jason greets with a kiss to your cheek as you set your things down on the table. he’s already ordered for you: a hot chocolate and a muffin. 

“boyfriend,” you respond. “the sky is looking awfully evil today, anything to do with that?”

jason smirks at you, not deceived by your tone.

“nah, not this time. leaving the weather up to dad today.”

you laugh and chat and eat for a while, the sky progressively growing darker outside. jason suggests you leave before the rain starts, so you pack up and beginning heading for nru, hand-in-hand.

—

you collapse on jason’s bed the second he opens the door to his dorm, burying yourself in the blankets piled up on the mattress. thunder booms outside, and the rain pours down with almost no prelude. you let out an undignified shriek at the noise, glaring at jason when he laughs.

“sorry, sorry,” he says, holding his hands up placatingly. 

“i’m cold.”

“you’re surrounded by blankets.”

“yeah but…i want your hoodie.”

jason shakes his head, mockingly disappointed, and pulls off his hoodie. his shirt rides up when he does, and you, obviously, don’t stare at his abs or anything. nope. he tosses you the hoodie and you quickly pull it on, enveloped in his scent almost instantly. 

while you nest into the blankets, jason sets up a movie—leo’s demigod-safe devices are pure heaven—on the tv. he slides in a disc of your—and, by association, his—comfort movie. once, you’d mentioned that it was your favorite, and found out later that jason had found a copy of it and watched it countless times so he’d have something to talk about with you. it’s still a fact you adore, and every time you see the movie you’re reminded of it.

jason climbs into bed with you, snuggling under the blankets and against your side. he’s warm and comforting, wrapping his arm around you and snuggling in close. the rain is still pounding away outside, relentlessly hammering against the building. a flash of lightning brightens the room and a heavy crash of thunder follows, startling you into squeezing jason. he hugs you tighter against himself.

“dad’s pissed at something,” he remarks. it makes you laugh, despite your fear of the storm outside.

“you’d know, storm boy,” you murmur back teasingly. 

you stay like that, cuddled up together, your eyes slowly getting heavier the more you’re surrounded by the warmth and comfort of jason, the movie playing quietly, tucked away safely between the walls of his room. 

eventually you fall asleep, registering the gentle press of jason’s lips against your temple before you succumb to dreamland.

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ermmm sorry 4 disappearing off the face of the earth ... js got absolutely destroyed by school 💔 crossing my fingers i can be more active here

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When Midnight Strikes 『 Luke Castellan x Reader 』

Request: Hey! :) Can I have a imagine with Luke Castellan/Cronos and daughter of Apollo who has never been kissed? Btw,I really like your imagines.💛 (@dreamerinthesun)

A/N: KWSNANS GUESS WHO’S POSTING A NEW YEAR’S IMAGINE A WEEK INTO THE NEW YEAR?? THIS PIECE OF TRASH!! I am sorry though, I kinda got stuck on this one, I repeated it like 5 times before leaving at alone for a bit. Also, I hope you don’t mind me turning it into a new year themed imagine and aAA I’m glad you like our imagines, tysm!! Asides from that, I hope you liked this and happy belated new year!! 🎉😍🎊

Warnings: None!

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5 minutes till midnight.

You climbed up to the roof of the Apollo cabin, hoping to find peace and quiet from the rowdy campers back at the amphitheater.

You let out a breath of relief and stared up at the starry sky.

4 minutes till midnight

Your peace and solitude was short lived though, you screamed and almost fell off the roof when the familiar face of Luke Castellan suddenly popped out from below without warning.

“Woah woah! It’s just me!” He yelled when you were about to bash his head in with your foot. “Don’t scare me like that, Luke!”

He smiled apologetically and sat down beside you. You may have liked being alone but you had to admit that his presence wasn’t all that bad even though he made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire.

3 minutes till midnight

You’ve known Luke for some time now, you’ve never seen him like this. After a while, he started acting abnormally, he was fidgeting with his jacket and shifting restlessly in his seat.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I’m about to be a millionaire then.” He laughed nervously

2 minutes till midnight

He turned to you and eyed you nervously.

“What’s wrong, Luke? Did something happen?” You asked worriedly, you placed your hand in his shoulder

“It’s just–do you know about that tradition,” He began slowly “The one where two people…kiss when midnight strikes during New Years eve?”

You gaped at the blonde, was he trying to say what you thought he was saying?

“What about it?” You asked incredulously

“Well…I was thinking, what if we, you know, did it?”

1 minute till midnight

You were, at the very least, speechless. Did your long time crush just ask you to kiss him? You just couldn’t believe it.

“What–but–I–” You stammered.

You’ve imagined this scenario over and over in you head, you always imagined yourself saying yes enthusiastically and filling to the brim with happiness, you were filled with happiness of course but you didn’t expect this much insecurity and self-consciousness.

You’ve never had your first kiss yet.

Luke’s face fell and he quickly added “Only if you want to of course! It-it was only a suggestion, haha…”

He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes away from yours, laughing nervously.

“Luke…”

30 seconds till midnight.

He turned to you and you felt your cheeks burn.

“I’d love to, you know, kiss you on midnight but…”

“But what?”

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You mumbled, turning away from him “So I might mess up or something…”

He chuckled, you could hear the relief in his voice.

15 seconds till midnight

“I don’t care if you’ve never kissed anyone or if you’ve kissed a hundred people.” He placed his hand on top of yours.

“As long as I get to kiss you.”

10 seconds till midnight

You gazed into his face searching for any sign that he was lying or joking, he was completely serious.

He slowly started leaning in towards you, his cheeks growing redder and redder as he inched closer to you.

“Can I?”

5 seconds till midnight.

You nodded, your eyes falling down to his lips, he did the same.

3 seconds till midnight.

Your heart started hammering harder and harder, the sound of your heart beat almost muffling the yells and hooting of the other campers back at the amphitheater.

2 seconds till midnight.

You hoped Luke wouldn’t hear how hard your heart was beating, you wouldn’t be surprised if he did though, you two were mere inches apart. You hoped he couldn’t feel how clammy your hands were getting too, maybe he was feeling this nervous as you were as well.

1 second till midnight.

You took a shuddered breath, a million thoughts were running through your head, you never thought something as simple as a kiss was this nerve-wracking.

Your lips were almost touching, your eyes fluttered to a close.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The yells and screams from the amphitheater fell unnoticed by the two of you, your attention only on each other.

When you felt your lips on Luke’s you suddenly felt all the nervousness and tension leave your body, though the butterflies in your stomach increased by a tenfold.

The two of you separated and grinned nervously at each other, your cheeks rivaling the color of the firework that just flew above your head.

You two admired the firework show your hands remaining clasped together, you had to admit that Luke looked really pretty under the bright lights.

“You look really pretty under the fireworks.” You faltered, you didn’t mean to say that out loud. Luke flushed then started laughing, you ended up joining him in his fits of laughter.

He swiftly pecked you on the lips “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.” You repeated.

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i lied . i fell asleep

working on reqs rn heheieiueiieeoeo 😋😋

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working on reqs rn heheieiueiieeoeo 😋😋

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coming home

wc. 461

roman!reader, godly parent not specified.

💭: my first ever request 🥹 thank you, nonnie! i hope this is to your liking <3 the title is from coming home by beabadoobee, listen to it here!

req. masterlist. send me a request! 🐰

the early rays of the sun cascade through the blinds, blanketing two lovers entwined in each other's arms. through a tangle of limbs between sheets, the light is enough to wake jason grace, ever the light sleeper.

the boy sits up gently, careful not to move too much. he doesn't think he'd be able to forgive himself if he woke you up too early. it was a little past 5:00, and if jason remembered correctly, less than half a dozen hours had passed since he arrived home. how many hours had you been asleep? eight? seven?

oh.

jason didn't know what time you slept.

it wasn't just about knowing what time you slept; it was more on the fact that jason wasn't there with you at all. there's a gnawing in his stomach at the thought, and it's not from hunger. it's from the fact that jason grace didn't have time. piles of legion paperwork, a week of nightly patrols, and praetor duties call; with it comes the loss of precious minutes and hours he could have spent in the solace of your arms.

before you fell asleep, were you worried for him? were you mad at him? those were questions that jason should have had the answers to. he should've been there at your side, to ease your worries and give you your nightly kiss before bed.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and with it comes an, "i'm sorry for coming home too late."

this morning, he allows himself time. his eyes trace the features he fell so in love with and locks the memory of them in the confines of his heart. the crease between your eyebrows is gone, your features are softer, you look at peace; free of the burden of imperial gold's weight.

jason knows "should have"s are never enough. he needs to make up for lost time. he his eyes are closed as he faces the ceiling and thinks of things he can do. he'd definitely ask you on a date. and maybe he'd bring you to bombillo's later. would you want to have your favorite breakfast this morning? no, maybe you'd prefer-

"jay?"

your voice, still slightly husky from sleep, pulls him out of his thoughts.

"'s too early," you mumble. your hands reach out to him, trying to pull him back beside you. "stay a little longer."

the sunbeams flitting through the curtains don't hold a candle to the warmth jason feels in his chest.

the dates, files, and food can wait until later, he thinks when he pulls the sheets back over the both of you. you tuck yourself into the crook of his neck, and jason doesn't miss the small kiss you press into his jawline.

as he holds you — asleep, safe, and sound in his arms, jason grace makes a promise to the sun.

this time, i won't be late.

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Sometimes I think about how Reyna killed her father (who was, at that point, a mania rather than actually alive) in self-defense when she was a child and how she spends her entire life afterwards with this fact hanging over her head, thinking if it gets out it will doom her. She’s tormented by ghosts for this, saying she’ll be never escape her crime, calling her a traitor and a murderer. Nico tries to tell her that her father was gone by then, and she did what she had to do to protect her sister, but Reyna tells him it doesn’t matter. Her punishment will be the same regardless.

Sometimes I think about how Jason dispelled his mother’s mania and it’s treated as a narrative triumph. He’s chosen his family and she is not a part of it. He has two homes and she doesn’t have a place in either of them. She is in his past and has no power over him. She cannot hurt him anymore.

Sometimes I think about the fact that they never get to fucking talk about this.

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DO YOU TAKE REQUESTS BC I GOBBLED UP THAT JASON FIC OML

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SLEEPY (FT. LUKE CASTELLAN)

synopsis: you’re sleepy, but your boyfriend has other things on his mind than sleep. pre-established relationship, suggestive?? (pls help idk what counts as ‘suggestive’ lmaooo but why am i lowkey blushing)

word count: 320

“luke,” you whine, turning over on your bed. “leave me alone. wanna sleep.”

“sleep?” your boyfriend smirks, turning you back around. you’re too tired to fight back--not like you’d have the strength to overpower luke castellan anyway--so you let him pin you down. his large hands wrap around your wrists as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. “but you smell good. new shampoo?”

“mm,” you murmur sleepily. “it’s late. should sleep soon.”

“you’re always sleepy,” he teases. “come on, everyone else is at the campfire. when else would we have time to ourselves like this?”

you groan as he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your neck. “luke,” you mutter, exasperated. “i--”

“no,” he says simply, placing a finger on your lips to shush you. “just shut up and let me kiss you.”

“what’s got you so clingy today?” you ask, as he trails kisses up your jawline. he plants little kisses all over your face--you giggle at some of them, because they tickle--and finally slots his lips against yours. you melt into the mattress, cherishing this simple moment. you’re young. you’re free. you’re so in love.

luke finally pulls away, grinning down at you. “just wanna show my baby some love. is that a problem?” and before you can answer, he gently trails his hands down your face, your chest, your side. you shiver at his touch and arch up into him, pulling him back down toward you and connecting your lips again. he gently nips at your bottom lip, smiling against you before pulling away for air. 

“not so sleepy anymore?” he teases, that devil-like smirk dancing across his face.

your face burns. “shut up,” you mutter, slinging an arm over your face.

luke pushes your arm away from your face and pins your wrist back above your head. “it’s okay,” he says, his voice smooth and a little husky. “i like it.”

A/N: short blurb written at one a.m. because i need luke castellan in my life

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when he’s so 60 degree weather, 8x4, baby blue, button up shirts, partly cloudy + windy day, july, platinum blond hair, history or literature class, sunday, domestic lifestyle, taylor swift speak now, soothing voice, white cat who’s happy to be here, khaki shorts, blue + white adidas sambas, 2pm

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nothing to smile about in my life (i saw my crush and another girl holding hands)

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the curtains were blue. the couch was gray. jason grace was leaning dangerously close. the table was round. the curtains were blue.

you could hear your heart performing a drum solo under the cotton of your shirt. you could smell jason’s cologne. the curtains were blue. you felt so warm. you felt like throwing up. the curtains were blue. you were sure that you would have fallen down a while ago if not for jason’s arms supporting you at the waist.

to say you were nervous and shy and not ready was an understatement. in this moment, you would rather look at anything else but him. a myriad of thoughts dazed your mind, “would i be a good kisser?” being the most prominent one.

he calls your name, and you offer him a small smile. you don't dare look up.

“i’m sorry, jay, i guess i’m just… nervous?”

jason gently takes your arms from where they lie above his shoulders, and draws your hands to the left side of his chest.

and you swear you feel something in you malfunction.

thump. thump. thump.

you feel the beat of jason’s heart under your fingertips. his pulse is high, and his heart is drumming against his ribcage. so perfect, so like you, so alive.

“it’s okay, angel. i’m nervous, too.”

you meet his eyes for what seems like the first time that night, and you melt.

his eyes, so bright and blue and beautiful in this light, look down at you with such a fondness you’re sure he’s convinced himself you’ve hung the stars. you don't find it in yourself to shrink away.

you don't know where this sudden surge of confidence comes from, but you find yourself on your tiptoes, your hand tracing the fine line where his cheek and neck met. you don't ignore the way he leans into your touch.

you bring him closer, hesitating, hands shaking, and the moment your noses touch, he closes the gap between the two of you.

the kiss was nothing like you ever imagined. it was sweet, intertwined with the taste of starburst and the giddiness that came with the fact that, “oh my gods, we kissed”.

your hands find solace in his golden locks as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. this time, your lips taste the months of longing, of agonizing pining, of stolen glances.

fucking finally, you think.

as the kiss ends and jason’s eyes flutter open, he breathes out your name, and you pull him in once more.

something short & rushed i whipped up before classes start :,) none of my classmates know i run this blog and get the urge to kiss jason grace every second of the day.

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i miss iza quteez bro 🙁

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mona lisa.

love is when you try to make it out alive.

🏹 — wherein leo valdez realizes the absolutes in his life.

leo valdez x roman apollo!reader. enemies to lovers to exes to lovers (implied), set in the future, non canon-compliant. gn!singer!reader.

(not proofread.)

wc. 906

💭 : it's 3:22 AM and i have school tmr but this legit wouldn't stop bugging me until i posted it. the title is from mona lisa by dominic fike, listen to it here! please let me know your thoughts, comments, and any reactions through my askbox! enjoy reading 🤍

Leo Valdez knows there are absolutes in his life. 

One of them is metalwork. Smelting, forging, blacksmithing — the flames and heat of the furnace were never a nuisance to Leo when his nimble fingers and tools pulled and twisted at any piece of metal, whether it be the finest bar of gold or the lowest piece of scrap. The son of Hephaestus takes pride in his craft, displaying the tiniest coin he created or the biggest metal dragon he’s fixed on a glass shelf in the confines of his heart. 

His friends are one of them. He thinks of Piper, his sister, who he still cooks tofu for because she says "it's the best she’s ever had". There’s Reyna — and he doesn't tell anyone, but he’s glad he found a friendship in Reyna, someone he doesn't have to mind the language barriers around. There’s Frank, who trusted Leo with his life, literally and figuratively. He thinks of Jason, his best friend, and Leo counts him as two absolutes. 

There’s also the little things, too. He always runs maintenance checks every week, he ties the right shoe before the left, he keeps his loose change in his pant pockets, he wasn’t good at freehand engraving. 

Another, he thinks, is you. 

You, the sweet child of the sun. 

The radio echoes across the room, filling the quiet workshop with life. 

Leo Valdez, sweat-drenched and exhausted, stares down at the sheet of gold on his anvil. Engraved on its surface is a set of symbols he knew by heart — a harp, six lines, and the letters S, P, Q, and R. 

You, you, you, you. 

He remembers the first time he laid his eyes on you. He doesn't remember the way you knocked an arrow and aimed down at him; his mind’s eye just sees gold — in the shine of your eyes, your armor, the tips of your arrows, your aura, you.

He remembers the war's aftermath — his war specifically. He remembers searching through seas of orange, purple, bronze, and gold; none of them were his golden archer. 

He doesn’t know if he’s still dreaming when he hears your voice echoing through the radio. He stays still, eyes wide and unmoving, and it’s only until the radio croons a, “that was Yn Ln’s latest single, ladies and gentlemen!” does he snap out of his reverie. 

He remembers the taste of golden victory. Nights under starlight, conversations of the future, you (finally) in his arms. The stars shone faux spotlights on you as your singing lulled Leo into peace he hadn't known for a long while. 

You told him your dreams, your love for singing, and how you wished to be able to share your voice to the world. Suddenly, the taste in his mouth is bitter. 

Because here he was, in his workshop, listening to you, when he could have been celebrating you and your dream (now, your reality) instead. 

He puts his head in his hands as if struck with agony, the unfamiliar beginning melody of “another hit from the rising popstar!” playing on the radio and echoing through his mind. 

(Yet, Leo can't find it in himself to turn the radio down.) 

A walk would clear his mind, he thinks. 

Any attempt to clear his mind is futile. You’re all he sees. 

In the billboards, posters, street signs. 

You, you, you, you.

Leo stares. He stands and stares, unmoving, at the features he fell so in love with. He's transfixed at the way your eyes shine and crinkle at the corners, the curve of your lips as you bare your teeth into a grin. You look ethereal in this light, it would make Parisian paintings look over at you in envy. 

The same tattooed lyre he memorized peeks from above your gold-etched name. He wishes he could feel them under his fingertips once more. 

Anguish akin to the heat of hot iron crushes his chest. He feels the fingerprints of yearning litter his heart, indelible and engraved. This was your doing, Leo thinks; because, no matter how many times he tries to deny it, the same aching muscle has never once left the confines of your hand. 

(And Leo can't find it in himself to turn away. he can’t think of anyone else.)

Leo knows it’s only a matter of time. Passersby’s comments fall on his eager ears, and Leo’s heart only beats faster when he hears a, “they’ll be performing tonight!”

He tries not to think of the feeling in his chest, of the painful yearning and the jittery nervousness, as he pushes the door to the jazz bar open. 

When he hears your voice, oh so melodic and beautiful, he freezes. 

You’re under real spotlights now, shining and so golden under their light. 

You look at him, and Leo swears his heart stops.

Your eyes still shine the same. 

Leo Valdez realizes another absolute — you, in all your golden glory, would forever be his weakness. His heel tingles at the sound of the arrows you draw with your song, as if they’d home in on the one vulnerable spot on his flesh and leave him for dead.  

(And yet, he thinks you’ve done it. You, the one Leo Valdez sees in Parisian paintings. You, whose voice Leo Baldez hears in TV stations. You, the sweet child of the sun, who had pierced his heart with the same arrows that stared him down all those years ago.)

aaaa my first post ever ever .... hope u all enjoy !!!! reblogs are so appreciated, please tell me how u liked my fic 😞😞

© ANTHAEUM (2024). do not republish, edit, translate, or plagiarize my works.

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this picture…… can she not….

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jesus christ, have mercy on me dear god...

suddenly, i want to take boxing classes-