#leo valdez lemon

[repairgirl]

3. move-in

affectionately yours fem!reader insert + social media & college au 

a/n: UPDATE IS FINALLY HERE!! heads up- i'm going to be bringing in a lot of my personal interests + experiences w college into this story, so in this case i'm so sorry if you don't like taylor swift LOL. anyway i'd really suggest listening to gold rush with this chapter, it's a beautiful song and very fitting :) as always, send me an ask if you'd like to be removed or added to the taglist, and enjoy!!

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affectionately yours taglist: @vermilioneyess @burrito-fight @lily-valdez5684 @lovely-rainy-dayss @hrts4leo @he11queen @violet-primrose 

[fbfh]

Imagine topping Leo in a chair?

LITERALLY love you for this. riding Leo in a chair is in like your top 5 favorite ways to ride Leo. your faces are so close together and he can feel every intimate rockwing bouncing squeeze of your tight juicy little hole gripping his throbbing cock like a vise. his eyes are so wide and his grip on your soft hips is nearly enough to leave pretty little fingertip bruises polkadotting your thighs (which he's obsessed with) and your hips (which he's also obsessed with) and your ass (are you sensing a pattern here????) and god everything you do drives him crazy but CHRIST the way you hold his face so sweetly in your pretty hands, so innocent and tender while simultaneously milking his cock for all he's got. and he'll give it to you. Leo will let you ride him in that chair that he can't look at after that without going half mast. he'll let you ride him until he's shooting blanks, until both of your cum drips on the floor, mixing in messy creamy beautiful puddles. Leo will throw his head back in pleasure, panting, chest heaving and giving you the best view of his perfect neck that's just begging to be covered in hickeys and bites. Leo will let you ride him in a chair until he passes out. can't walk. pounding down gatorade and liquid iv to try and rehydrate. and he'll thank you for it.

[pick-a-funny-name]

Friends? pt.1

Luke castellan x reader

Pt.2 here

"Hey, you alright?" Is all you heard from your best friend, the golden boy of the camp, Luke Castellan. You were snapped back to reality by him waving a hand in front of you.

You had been zoning out a lot lately and you had no idea why, maybe it was because of your anxiety. You spent a lot of time overthinking and worrying about you and Luke. What exactly?

Well...the thing was that, you and Luke had been best friends ever since you came at camp. You had been unclaimed for a while and Luke was usually the one who guided you around and made sure that you felt included. Since you were unclaimed, you both hung out a lot in the Hermes cabin, getting to know each other better and sometimes even helping the other hermes kids with the pranks.

You soon developed a huge crush on him which you tried hiding most of the time. It didn't help that he was around you always, sitting beside you during breakfast, helping you train with your weapon of choice and even sitting with you near the strawberry fields.

For a while you thought that he liked you too, but you were still paranoid about this and so decided to not have any high expectations. What if he was just being friendly? What if he saw you just as a sibling? (Since you were unclaimed)

These 'what ifs' never left you and you often zoned out as you thought more of these "possibilities" that could ruin the friendship you two had.

"Yeah im fine, just a bit tired" you reply to him. It was a lie, of course it was. You were too busy thinking to notice his gaze upon you. "Was today's practice too exhausting? Take a rest day tomorrow, yeah?" His voice was laced with concern. You chuckled at his reaction, why did he care about you so much? You looked at him, trying to find the answer in his eyes, when you didn't, you simply replied "No, I'm good. I like practicing" The truth was that you liked practicing with him. He smiled at your response, his eyes crinkling up a bit, something you had loved about his smile.

You both said nothing for a while, the evening breeze hitting you both with a sweet strawberry scent as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky was painted various hues of pinks, reds and yellows.

"Okay then, tomorrow afternoon, practice with me, sound good?"

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a/n: Thank you so much for reading ❤️❤️

To be honest this was the first time I have ever written a fanfic. I know it was a bit short so please let me know if i should continue this. I would love to make a part 2!!

[apollos-olives]

im not the same race as i was

when i was 11 years old i came across a leo valdez x reader lemon fic on wattpad and it said that his penis was 7 inches and when he whipped that thang out he blushed and stammered and said "sorry it's so small... i'm so embarrassed" and y/n just laughed and shook her head and said "no leo that's totally fine, even if it's small. i still love you" and then they had sex with leo's supposedly phenomenally small penis and so for years i thought 7 inches was extremely small so imagine my surprise when i found out that an average penis is 5 inches.

[the-only-way-out-is-through19]

leo valdez music taste hcs

he loves marina and the diamonds, half of the songs describe him lol

i can see him listening to cavetown songs such as

juliet (1000000%)

meteor shower (maybe)

lemon boy

he doesn’t rly have a specific taste, he just likes music that you are able to use to escape reality

so definitely Melanie Martinez, especially Portals

okay so now here are a few songs rather than artists:

Christmas Kids (Roar)

Smother (Daughter)

Wet (Claud)

7 weeks and 3 days (yungatita)

The Entertainments Here (AJR)

In My Mind (Lyn Lapid)

Nobody (Mitski)

Dear Arkansas Daughter (Lady Lamb)

Misery Meat (sodikken)

aaaaand now for my valgrace shippers: some ship songs☺️🥰

Lemon Boy (Cavetown)

Your Best American Girl (Mitski)

despair (LEO.)

In Plain Sight (Matilda Mann)

Heather (Conan Gray) [for obvious reasons]

dont bully me guys i know these might not be accurate to you, but i think they work☺️ anyways should i make a part 2 with a different character??? if so, who?

[qwerty-between-the-lines]

Announcer: ...and our four contestants are ready. They will have 1 hour to put together their dishes. Before we get started, let's go to the floor and put our contestants in the hotseat.

Interviewer: First up, hailing from the US's very own NYC. Perseus ssss Jackson! How are you feeling, Percy?

Percy: I'm doing alright, thanks.

Interviewer: What do you have planned for the judges today?

Percy: I'm doing seafood.

Announcer: Seafood. No surprises from the son of Poseidon. Let's go now to Leo Valdez.

Interviewer: Hailing from the southern metropolis of Houston, Texas. It's the senior counselor of the Hephaestus cabin at Camp Half-Blood. Give it up for Leo Valdez!

Leo: WASSUP everybody!?

Interviewer: You seem excited.

Leo: Nah, that's just how I roll. I'd like to take a moment to say - let's everybody do the Team Leo!

Interviewer: What you have planned for us Leo?

Leo: Hispanic food! I do it best...

Interviewer: Confident, ain't he?

Announcer: That's Leo Valdez, folks. Now we go to our third contestant.

Interviewer: Let's all put our hands together for Athena's own daughter, Annabeth Chase. How're you feeling Annabeth?

Annabeth: I'm feeling great.

Interviewer: Psyched to win it?

Annabeth: You know it!

Interviewer: What are you cooking up for us today?

Annabeth: I'm doing desserts.

Announcer: Desserts! A bold choice from the daughter of Athena. Time will tell if Annabeth's desserts blow the judges away and send her home with the grand prize. Now let's go to our last contestant.

Interviewer: Our last contestant is His Grace, the Ambassador of Hades. The Ghost King himself. Nico di Angelo! How are you doing Nico?

Nico: Okay, I guess...

Interviewer: What are you cooking up for us?

Nico: I'm doing dishes with black ingredients.

Announcer: Another bold choice from this son of Hades. I think it is safe to say that our judges can look forward to a diverse spread of food at the end of the night. Now, let's get it started. One hour on the clock! Contestants... GO!

Percy

-starts placing large lettuce leaves on plates

-chops up onions

-dices potatoes

-cuts deboned fish into thin slices

-squeezes mayo into a bowl

-finely chops up two whole dill pickles

-measures out 1/4 cup of lemon juice

Announcer: I think it seems obvious that the son of Poseidon is preparing some kind of fish dish and tartar sauce, but what are the diced potatoes and onions for? It's anyone's guess, folks.

Leo

-chops up two tomatoes and two bell peppers

-opens two cans of refried beans

-starts rolling out corn flour flat

-starts ground pork to frying on low heat

-makes a four-cheese blend

Announcer: Leo appears to have two dishes underway already. One is probably tacos, but the corn flour is an interesting choice. What's he doing now?

Interviewer: Can you tell us what you're planning with the corn flour?

Leo: Sure. I'm making pupusas.

Announcer: ...and it is! Pupusas! A rather unexpected pleasure for our judges.

Annabeth

-whips up chocolate pudding mix

-crushes up graham crackers

-starts whipping cream

-breaks 3 eggs into a bowl

-starts adding two tablespoons of peanut butter,

Announcer: It looks like the daughter of Athena might be making peanut butter cookies. Clearly the pudding and the graham crackers are intended for something else. What could the whipped cream be for?

Nico

-stirs together blackberries, amaretto, and corn starch in a bowl

-sets premade pie crust on the counter

-starts black beans on low in a food processer

-starts melting cheese

-slices up two egg plants

-pours rice into rice cooker

Announcer: The son of Hades is fast on his feet. Watch him go folks! He already has what appears to be at least three dishes in the works. It's a little early to call, but the competition starts with Nico clearly in the lead.

(in audience) Will: Go Nico! Yeah!

[waitingonher]

emmy ೃ⁀➷ minor. she/her. aries. child of hecate. completely normal about abba. lemon tea lover. cat mom of two. obsessing over summer. gold jewelry girly. leo valdez's actual actual girlfriend. d1 clarisse la rue defender.

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walking hand in hand.

[m4gp13]

Day 8: AU

Platonic Leo & Ethan

Word count - 2562

@them-awesome-rarepairs

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Suspended high in the velvet night sky, the Argo II rocked like a cradle. The hull creaked and groaned a soothing lullaby, interspersed only with the gentle tinkling of metal coming from the engine room. Ethan had a feeling he knew exactly what the origin of such sounds was and let his feet carry him to the door; the occasional taps from his walking stick accompanying the rest of the ship’s orchestra. He knocked once on the glossy bronze surface and heard no pause to the tinkering going on within so he pushed his way inside and slid the door closed behind.

“Leo?” he asked, picking his way through the chunks of metal and out-spilled guts of machines littering the floor. “Can we talk?” The musical racket continued without a hitch or break to the established beat. Ethan followed the sound until he found the man himself, Leo Valdez, sitting cross-legged on the floor amidst a blast zone of scattered ship guts that probably made more sense to him than to Ethan. He was hunched over something shiny and golden with ear defenders and a visor protecting him as he blowtorched a line down the metal sheet. He made no acknowledgement of Ethan’s presence.

He leaned back against the nearest wall and hefted his walking stick up to tap Leo’s shoulder with its tip. He had to prod him three times before the metal sheet went flying and Leo whipped his head around so fast Ethan was sure he heard a snap. The blowtorch was shut off and dropped into a toolbox and the visor clanged up. “Uh.” Leo looked up at him with bleary eyes as he picked the ear defenders off. “Can I help you?”

“Not likely.” Ethan eased himself down on a sturdy-looking box in the corner and stretched out his bad leg, ignoring the several glances Leo cast its way. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Which is?”

“Frank.” Leo pursed his lips tight as if he’d just been made to squeeze lemon juice into his mouth. “What’s going on between you two?”

Leo looked away from him, reaching for the discarded metal sheet. “There’s nothing ‘going on between us’. It’s not like I like the guy or anything.” He made a huff that could have been an attempt at a laugh but there was clearly no mirth backing it up. Just something to soften his words.

“That’s the problem,” Ethan said. “You guys just seem very . . . antagonistic, at the moment.”

Leo grabbed a cloth with dark stains, poured some liquid out of a bottle on it and started wiping down his metal sheet. “So? We just don’t like each other that much.”

“Need I remind you that we’re on a life or death quest to save all our lives, two camps and possibly the entire world?”

Leo huffed, blowing a lock of hair out of his eyes. “No pressure or anything.”

“Leo.” His tone was sharp enough to snag Leo’s immediate attention. There wasn’t an ounce of humour on his face. The last thing Ethan wanted to do was scold his quest mates but this issue had to be put to rest before it got worse. “This is serious. If you can’t be trusted to interact without being petty or without intentionally causing problems for the other, that will genuinely put your safety, the safety of the rest of the team, and the success of the quest at risk.”

A squeak sounded as Leo slowly but vigorously ground his cloth against the metal sheet. “We’re not that bad,” he muttered. “It’s just . . .”

Ethan waited for him to find his words for almost a minute before realising he was barely even looking. “Does this have anything to do with Hazel?”

“What?” The metal sheet fumbled halfway to the floor before being snatched up by Leo’s flailing hands.

Leaning his head back against the wall, Ethan sighed as the cool metal bled into him. “I understand the two of you have some interest in one another. Hazel looks . . .” He searched for the right word to accurately describe what he saw without offending the kid in front of him. Hazel looked at him like a scientist looking at some undiscovered fungus spore down a microscope. “Intrigued, shall we say, with you. And you, I’ve noticed, have been revelling in the attention.” He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “And I’m sure Frank has noticed too.”

Leo’s light brown face, ashy after working tirelessly into the early morning, burned several shades darker as he lowered his eyes to his work. “Well, it’s not like that. Not on my part, but if Hazel is that interested–” He aimed a smirk Ethan’s way that quickly dropped off his face when he was met with the indifferent wall of his unbothered frown. “Anyway, she’s not really my type, so Frank has nothing to worry about on that side of things.”

“Your type?” Yeah, Ethan had been semi-employed at Camp Half-Blood to help out with the influx of new campers for almost a year now, but he always managed to forget how much he disliked ‘girl talks’ with the younger teenage boys. Even those less than half a decade younger than him.

“I’m a man of taste.” Leo summoned a crooked grin on his face. “I mean, have you seen Thalia?”

 Yeah, these kids were like fucking aliens to him. “You’d get stuck in her teeth.” While Ethan had only met Thalia vanishingly few times over the past year, he heard plenty about her from Annabeth, Percy, Luke (when he was still Luke) and some of the older campers who were there when she woke up from being a tree. What he heard did not bode well for Leo’s prospects.

“I know. She’s a firecracker, right? She could probably break my spine over her knee!”

That’s not saying much, Ethan thought, but elected to keep that one to himself. “She wouldn’t give you the time of day.” Even if she hadn’t been a Hunter of Artemis, and thus vowed to romantic and sexual celibacy, Ethan couldn’t see her wasting much time on this kid.

Leo grinned and blazed some finger guns at him. “Exactly.”

Ethan raised a brow. “Your type is girls who aren’t interested in you at all?” And here it was. It was always hard to look at younger, less experienced demigods and not see at least the vague outline of your former self but with Leo? He reminded Ethan of a much dumber him in a way that had nothing to do with the divinity running through them both.

“So you’re drawn to girls you know are out of your league and you just throw bad sitcom attempts and flirty one-liners at them until something else comes up or they leave?” he asked, probing for more data before he could estimate his results.

“Pretty much,” Leo said, picking up a small hammer to bang some indents in the sheet of bronze with a rhythmic chime. “It’s never gonna happen but it’s nice to imagine.”

“You do realise that if the goal is to actually get a girlfriend, your flirting attempts are probably very counterproductive?”

The next strike from the hammer fell with a discordant clang. “Might as well let them know what they’re in for right out of the gate,” he said, focusing intently on regaining his lost rhythm with the hammer.

Ethan fought the urge to cringe. Leo’s self-sabotaging habits could be a number of things but when Ethan had a hunch like this, he was rarely wrong. “Do you like girls?” he asked. “Or do you just like the idea of being in a relationship with one?”

Leo paused and glanced up at him. His brow was so furrowed that his two thin eyebrows became one squiggly line sloping across his forehead. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

With how laid back and in control Leo normally was, it was rather comical seeing him so lost. “It’s like when an idea looks good on paper so you say you like it and want it to happen, but don’t actually take any steps towards that end because deep down you don’t actually want it.”

Leo scoffed and rubbed down a spot on his project but Ethan could see the tension still knotting his shoulders together. “That’s ridiculous. Why wouldn’t I want a girlfriend?”

“Why would you?” Ethan countered. Leo fell silent again. He stopped midway through getting back to work with his hammer poised and suspended midair. Ethan let out a small chuckle. “I know how you feel, kid,” he said. “I remember way back in elementary school whenever the girls wanted to talk about crushes, I never really had one so I just picked the guy I hated the least because I thought I was supposed to.”

“Wait.” Leo blinked at him. “You’re gay?”

Gods, he forgot what it was like to have these talks. Smiling, Ethan shook his head. “People used to know me as a girl,” he explained. “So it was assumed that I’d want to acquire myself a boyfriend.”

Leo still looked confused. “Uh–”

“The point is,” Ethan said before Leo could divert his attention any more, “Sometimes we only want something because we’re led to believe that’s what we’re supposed to want.”

“Like girlfriends?”

“Like relationships. Romantic ones, sexual ones. Conventional ones.” He shrugged, leaning back on the metal box. “They’re not for everyone.”

Leo shifted in his debris-free circle on the floor so he was facing Ethan more directly. “And you think they’re not for me.” He assessed Ethan with a heavy-lidded gaze and a tight frown.

“It’s not that I think you shouldn’t be in a relationship,” Ethan assured him, holding a hand up in mock surrender. “Nor am I trying to tell you what you are. I just noticed a familiar pattern and wanted to share my thoughts on it.”

“A familiar pattern,” Leo echoed, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yes,” Ethan said. Trying to ease him into this clearly wasn’t doing much. Probably about time to just be blunt. “I’m aroace and I’m starting to think you might fall somewhere on that spectrum too.”

Leo scrunched his nose up and blinked. “Aroace?”

“Is there an echo in here?”

A pink flush darkened Leo’s face and his cheeks puffed up. “I know, I know,” he grumbled. “I’m just . . . not following very well.”

“Okay, let me pedal back a bit,” Ethan said. “When you say you want to be in a relationship, what does that entail for you?”

Leo’s eyes scanned the floor. He clutched his metal sheet close to him like a child holding a teddy. “What do you mean?”

“What do you want out of a relationship? How do you imagine interacting with your hypothetical partner?”

Leo just shrugged. “We’d, I dunno, hang out and stuff.”

“Okay,” Ethan said. “And how would that differ from your friendships?”

He perked up at that. “Well, in a romantic relationship, I’d be my partner’s priority in a way that wouldn’t be possible in my friendships.”

Ethan kept his cringe from showing on his face. “Is that the only difference you can envision between a romantic relationship and a platonic one?”

“I guess.” Leo held his hands out on either side of him, palms turned out. “What’s it matter?” His voice was squeaky but sharp. He was getting defensive.

“Take a moment to listen to yourself,” Ethan said, making sure to keep his tone soft and light. “Is your desire to be someone’s priority the only reason you keep shoving yourself into relationships that won’t happen?”

Leo’s face became tight and pinched. “So? Everyone wants to be someone’s number one.”

“That may be true,” Ethan said with a solemn nod. “But that doesn’t inherently translate into romance.”

Leo opened his mouth to fumble some response, then closed it, then opened it again. “Aren’t you lonely?” he asked. “Or scared of being lonely?”

Ethan eased himself off the box he was sitting on to join Leo on the floor. “I think everyone has that fear,” he said quietly to him. “Part of me wonders if that’s why everyone keeps trying to push themselves and others into relationships. There’s this underlying anxiety to it. We all get told that marrying someone and growing old with them is the only official happy ending, and we’re all scared of not being able to achieve that. Of withering away in solitude. So people try to get it sorted as fast as possible, even talking about crushes around the elementary school lunch table.” He gave Leo a knowing smile. “Which even bleeds into pestering friends about who they’re going to spend the rest of their lives with. Your life isn’t going to be any less complete without a ring involved.”

Leo stared down at the mess in his lap, his lower lip quivering. “I know, I just–” His tools clanged to the ground as Leo brought his hands up to grab fistfuls of his hair. “Someday all of my friends are going to have someone in their lives that they like more than me and I’ll just be floating around on the periphery of their lives.” His voice broke into heavy static. He sounded almost like Festus after a bad attack on the ship.

Ethan slid up next to him and leaned into his side. “I know,” he murmured under his breath. “That’s the thing that gets you, isn’t it? Watching everyone around you move on to the supposed next level of their lives, leaving you to lag behind.” An old melancholy ache bloomed in his chest, one he was well acquainted with. He let it run its course and burn through him, before dying away on its own and leaving him awash in ashen embers. “But you’re not missing out on anything. Relationships aren’t a hierarchy. Friendships are no less important than families or romantic and sexual relationships.”

Leo glanced up at him with bright, misty eyes. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“I do,” he said with a resolute firmness he’d more than earned. “Trust me. I wasted years of my life scavenging for my mother’s love and letting her use me to her own ends. I thought I owed it to her because we were related, and you know what dragged me kicking and screaming out of that mindset?” He looked down at Leo, who gave a minuscule shrug. “It wasn’t a partner or a relative or someone I was romantically obsessed with. It was a handful of friendly acquaintances I barely gave half a shit about and I owe them my life for that.”

At his side, Leo was shaking. Glistening tears welled up in his eyes and he took deep, shuddering breaths to keep them from falling. “I–” His voice strained and broke. “I don’t–”

“It’s okay.” Ethan threw his arm around Leo’s shoulder and squeezed him tight. “You don’t have to figure it out tonight. Or tomorrow night, or next year or next decade. You have all the time in the world.”

Leo sniffled, pressing the heel of his palm to his eyes to brush away the tears. “Do I?” he managed, forcing the words out of his pained chest.

“I’ll make sure you do,” Ethan said. He wasn’t very good at keeping promises, but for this, he would damn sure he did.

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[plushieslayer]

pjo characters featuring the italian nightmare : estatè wars

for foreigners: estathè is a type of tea sold by ferrero (the same brand who sells nutella) and in Italy we often fight about this because some people like lemon estathè more than peach estathè or viceversa

so here’s my headcanon about percy jackson characters

lemon or peach estathè?

nico di angelo : peach

annabeth chase : lemon

percy jackson : peach

leo valdez : peach

piper mclean : lemon

hazel levesque : lemon

frank zhang : lemon

octavian : peach

reyna avila ramirez arellano : peach

jason grace : lemon

will solace : lemon

lavinia asimov : lemon

grover underwood : green tea

that’s all

[repairgirl]

michelle || leo valdez x fem!reader songfic

a/n: #2 in songfic series! song: michelle- sir chloe

t/w: alcohol, cursing, substance abuse, mention of vomitting, super smutty and super nsfw

word count: 1.2k

You swayed back and forth to the boom boom boom beat of the music, sipping the raw, bitter alcohol. Travis's party was just what you needed: shots, random boys you didn't care about to grind on and distract yourself with, getting blackout drunk, and basically anything to make you get your mind off of him.

Just thinking about his name made you want to vomit. You were reminded of walking in on him with that other, terrible, Nemesis girl, the half-assed breakup, never getting closure, and endless nights of sobbing and feeling sorry for yourself. Two weeks later, and his words were fresh in your mind like a fresh cut he had just re-opened yesterday. You drank more, feeling dizzy, praying the alcohol would numb your brain.

Fuck him, anyway. You'd show him you could do better. 

"Woah, calm down," a random boy said, approaching you. The darkness and flashing lights of the cabin made it hard to see his face, so you could barely make out his gleaming brown eyes and sepia skin. "You might wanna be careful with that much alcohol."

"You don't know what's best for me," you snapped, your words slurring. The bass pumped in your ears, making your head feel like it was going to explode. 

To your surprise, the boy laughed rather than acting offended. "Okay, I guess you're right. I shouldn't be talking, anyway. I just finished shotgunning this beer,” he answered, showing you his tattered-up Natty Lite can.

Lightheaded and unphased, you allowed yourself to plop on the tattered sofa, the boy crashing next to you. His breath smelled of beer and straight tequila, and you only imagined that yours did too.

"Why?" you asked, inching close to him. His hand rested on his thigh, barely grazing yours under your ripped denim shorts. 

"Why what?"

"Why do you drink? I mean, we all drink for a reason. We're either mad at someone else, or ourselves."

He paused, tapping his leg. 

When you got drunk, you got angry and philosophical. Mad at the world, hyperaware of everything wrong with everyone, the reason why many people couldn't handle you drunk. The reason you usually drank alone. 

The boy leaned back, resting his head against the seat. "I'm lonely. I'm fucking tired of being the seventh wheel, and always feeling like everyone's life is better than mine."

"Hey, I'm lonely too."

"You?" he asked. "Once everyone heard you were single again, they all wanted to get with you. Thought you would even be taken by now."

You scowled. You hated your reputation at camp: the pretty girl who everyone thought they could take advantage of just because she was from Aphrodite. You were tired of being treated like a sex object, especially by your ex, and you wanted to prove them all wrong. "That's exactly the point. All anyone ever wants me for is my body. But apparently even that wasn't good enough for... him."

The boy paused, almost looking sorrowful, and like he regretted saying anything. What was that look he was giving you? Pity? 

"He cheated? I'm sorry... That's rough."

"Yeah, but it's whatever. That's why I drink, anyway," you said, gulping down more of a Coors bottle someone handed you. He looked concerned. 

"You and me, we're opposites. I have to rely on my personality to get me anywhere. All my friends have amazing good looks to rely on.  I have to work for that shit, to even be slightly noticed."

The strobe light shined on him, and you could see his features more clearly this time. Unsure of whether it was you or the alcohol speaking, you noticed his chocolate brown hair, beautiful curls you wanted to pull. 

Most guys repulsed you, especially after the breakup. You wanted them to get their hands off of you, because no one felt right the way your ex did. But every move this boy made, every hungry look he gave you, all of that just made you want him more. He made you feel different. 

"Then we would fit together perfectly," you said, inching towards him. 

He moved his hand to your thigh, rubbing your leg with his thumb. The lights dimmed as the party entered its peak, and the sexual tension between you two increased. 

The boy inched oh-so-slightly to the left so that his hot breath was on your ear, close enough to bite it. "Maybe we would."

Agonizingly slowly, he put one hand on your waist and used another to cup your face. You stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his gaze, your ears and head buzzing from the alcohol. Finally, you both shared a drunken kiss. You didn't even think about what you were doing.

He gripped your waist, and you climbed on his lap. He bit your lip, then sloppily put his tongue in your mouth, not bothering to ask for permission to enter. You kissed back, your tongues swirling together, making out like you were running out of time, running away from the world, running away from your ex, running to each other. 

Once you slowly started grinding on him, he pulled away and whispered in your ear. "Let's take this to a room." 

Once you got to an empty room, the boy twirled you around and pressed me against the wall. He tightened his arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes. You pressed your body as close to his as possible, sticking your knee in between his legs for extra friction. 

"Jump," he growled.

You did as you was told and jumped up so you were face to face, straddling him. He connected his lips with yours and squeezed your ass as he held you, making you moan into the kiss. 

You urgently ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his curly locks. You grinded into him, and he moaned into your mouth.

He set you down and pushed you onto the bed, never letting your lips disconnect. 

One you were on the bed, him towering over you and shoving his tongue in your mouth, he finally put his hands under your shirt, feeling and squeezing your tits. He grinded his member against you, and you shivered in delight, running your fingers over his well defined muscles. 

He started trailing kisses down to your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. Once he did, you let out a loud moan which you had been holding in, which of course only encouraged him to suck harder. Once he was done covering your neck in red spots, he pulled back, giving you that lopsided grin, then he finally hungrily kissed you again. 

Whatever you felt- buzzed because of the alcohol, eager to get a rebound to prove your ex wrong, or solely just sexual attraction, you knew it felt right.

He was taking off your shirt after already discarding his on the floor when you stopped him.

"Wait," you panted. "I don't even know your name."

"Leo. Leo Valdez," he responded, and as he did, you watched his lips, wishing they were back on yours. "You?"

"Y/N L/N."

Leo trailed kisses down your chest, seductivley looking up at you with hungry eyes.

"Y/N L/N, you are a monster from hell."

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[fbfh]

Leo Valdez x pregnant!reader 3rd trimester headcanons

wc: 1.3k

genre: fluff, domestic bliss, slice of life

pairing: Leo x afab/pregnant reader

warnings: discussions of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms, Leo is an amazing hubby/baby daddy, Esperanza is alive and well and excited to be an abuela, your friends are all super supportive and excited, Leo is amazing and this will give you baby fever, Leo cannot get enough of how cute your baby bump is

song rec: father of the bride 2 soundtrack

a/n: ngl normally pregnancy icks me the hell out but like... it's leo. I would. hm. I would give him a million babies with no hesitation. I want to bite him. blushing giggling kicking my feet.

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @chasingpj @mystic-writings  @dreamerball @if-only-i-was-fictional @2manyobsessions

You’re in your third trimester by now, and you and Leo couldn’t be more excited 

He and Annabeth have been working on the nursery nonstop

And Hazel has been spearheading your baby shower

She’s so excited about it, constantly bringing you color swatches and different spools of ribbon and little hors d'oeuvres to see which ones you like best

Esperanza’s over at your place a lot too

She loves going on walks with you, talking about baby stuff, helping you guys around the house

She loves all the baby gossip, telling you all the stories from when she was pregnant with Leo

She knows all the home remedies, too

She helps you out through all the aches and pains and assures you all the random symptoms are normal

You called her in tears once about a sharp pain you felt

Turns out it was just lighting crotch

You’re able to laugh about it now, but at the time it was so scary

And you’re really glad you have Esperanza there to help you through it

Leo adores how big your belly is getting 

He’s always kissing you and your tummy

Talking to baby, putting headphones on your belly to play music for them

You have a collaborative playlist of your favorite songs

Leo makes sure to include lots of Selena and Luis Miguel and all the other 90s music his mom raised him on

Baby has started kicking way more now too

You and Leo have a “wow, they’re gonna be a soccer player” jar

Every time someone sees that your baby is kicking and makes the soccer player joke, a dollar goes in the jar

“At this rate, we’re going to have a college fund ready before they’re even born.” Leo says it so matter of factly that you burst out laughing

Leo has a way of doing that

Making you laugh and smile through all the difficult parts of pregnancy

He’s right there for you through all the swelling and leaking and aches and pains and mood swings

And he’s also there for every kick and laugh and smile and kiss

He’s there for all of it

Every single part

You literally could not have a more enthusiastic, supportive partner

He’s the epitome of “if he wanted to he would”

Leo wants to do EVERYTHING

And he does

Esperanza raised him right

And she couldn’t be more proud and happy for both of you

Your cravings are finally subsiding

They’re still there, but they’re not nearly as bad as they were in your second trimester

You’ve had the worst cravings for cake recently

And fried chicken with a whole bunch of different sides ranging from olives and pickles to cabbage leaves rolled up with cottage cheese

Leo has become a familiar face at your local grocery store and bakery 

He showed up twice in one day to get you a lemon cake, and a marble cake with strawberry frosting a few hours later

You’re already some of the bakery’s most loyal customers, and Leo told Hazel to make sure she gets the baby shower cake from there

It’s also a perfect opportunity to do some subtle cake taste tests

But now your bump is so big it’s really getting in the way of daily activities

You insist on at least trying to tie your shoes and pick things up off the floor by yourself

You usually give up after a couple tries, and Leo is happy to help you out with everything

He can’t get over how adorable you look waddling around with your big old bump

He takes so many pictures and gets so many videos 

You basically can’t sleep without your maternity pillow, so Leo’s taken to spooning you when you guys are going to sleep

He rubs your belly and kisses your cheek and holds your hand

And you fall asleep with him murmuring about how much he loves you and your baby and how he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else

And god, when your baby shower actually arrives??

Leo has been distracting you all week so you don’t accidentally figure out what’s being planned

One of his favorite ways to do this has been taking you out to get food and shop for more clothes for you and baby

Some of your favorites so far have been the sesame street one, the duck pajamas, and the fuzzy bear onesie with little ears and paws and a little tail

Leo has a talent for picking out the cutest dresses and other maternity clothes

Everything he finds for you makes you feel so pretty and feels so comfortable to wear

He even picks out some non maternity clothes for you too

“As much as I’d love for you to stay like this forever, you do need something to wear after the baby is born…” 

He rubs his hands over your belly affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips

You ask Leo if you can slip away to get another cake

It’s a caramel hazelnut swirl with oreo filling that you’ve been talking about for two days

He lets you down gently, telling you the bakery is still out of oreo filling and hazelnuts

He makes sure you guys hit up the baby aisle and the snack aisle before you leave

Finally it’s time for your actual baby shower

And it’s absolutely amazing

It’s like Hazel looked into your brain and pulled out everything you could have dreamed of

And when you arrive to all your friends and family surrounded by the beautiful decorations

They bring out a caramel hazelnut swirl cake with oreo filling

That’s what finally brings you to tears

It’s the most wonderful time you could have hoped for

You spend tons of time with friends and family, eat delicious food, and talk about baby stuff the whole time

It’s not long after your baby shower that you start getting braxton hicks more regularly 

Leo insists on taking you to the hospital even when you insist it’s a false alarm

He is not going to take any risks when it comes to you or your baby

After the first false alarm, he made sure your hospital bags were packed and ready to go

He’s gone over the plan and the backup plan and the backup backup plan so many times he could recite them in his sleep

After a few more, you wake up one night, and Leo wakes up right behind you

You tell him you’re having contractions and he gets up immediately, launching into his usual speech about how the doctor said for you to go to the hospital even if it’s a false alarm and how much he loves you both

Before he can finish you turn to him with a look of seriousness he’s never seen before

“I don’t think it’s a false alarm.” 

That wakes him up even more

He gets you to the hospital in record time, and calls his mom on the way

He’s right by your side the whole time and holding your hand while the doctors and nurses get you set up

You share a look and know it’s hitting both of you at the same time

You’re about to have a baby

You’re finally, finally going to meet your baby

You’re about to be parents

Through all of the highs and lows of his life

Every crazy thing you’ve gotten through together

This night is by far the most exciting

[celebratedaily]

July 7th - Fictional Birthdays

Dr. John Watson (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes) Leo Valdez (Heroes of Olympus) Bree (Animal Crossing) Viché (Animal Crossing) Belton the Lemon Bear (Squishmallows)

[ddurandals]

Ooh while we don't know much about Jason's past quest, we don have some context for Jason's encounter with the Maenads.

In 'HoO the Demigod Diaries, Leo Valdez and the Quest for Buford' Jason encounters the Maenads in CHB along with Piper and Leo.

Due to Leo losing his table because of wiping it with Windex instead of Lemon Pledge with extra-moisturizing-formula, Leo Piper and Jason have to enter the forest to retrieve the nuclear bomb stored in said table so chb doesn't go kaboom.

It's when then that they meet the maenads and Leo has to cosplay his way out of fighting (spoiler: which, surprise surprise, fails. Then again I suppose gods wouldn't choose a form so youthful yet...scrawny.)

Anyway I sort of gave the summary mb. So I'm pretty sure that Jason meeting the maenads was a reference to this, but I'll be waiting for those fics :D.

Hold the freaking phone. Look at what Jason said in MoA:

Some info on his followers:

We know barely anything about quests Jason might’ve done before TLH. Just the Trojan sea monster and Krios I think was confirmed. But I love little snippets like these that’s just kinda wild and there’s never any development or explanation (like what Jason let slip about Terminus apparently bursting into song randomly in HoH I think it was).

Imagine little preteen Jason off on some quest and encountering the freaking Cult of Dionysus. I love that they’re literally referred to as “the ravers”. I know that’s not what the source meant in this context - but you know Rick would take it VERY on the nose in typical pjo fashion, i.e. Amazon’s running Amazon, Hermes running Hermes, Medusa selling stone sculptures in a garden centre.

I want to see preteen Jason Grace and his quest buddies (idk Dakota and Reyna maybe) stumbling across a bunch of crazed Maenads in the woods or some underground club, literal ravers - with glow sticks and music and strobe lights and every fluorescent shade of hair dye.

If they just need some info from them (Jason said Bacchus wasn’t so bad, so maybe he’s dealt with him before. Maybe he had to ask his followers where/how to find Bacchus and was super relieved when Bacchus showed up glowstick free and sober.) just seeing their frustration while they try to question drunk Maenads who keep interrupting to scream “whoooo!” and then promptly dance away yelling “this is my jam!”, telling them “to loosen up, party on man!” “Cheer up kid. Here, have a glow stick.”

If Lavinia had been around she could’ve challenged them to a dance off for info 😂

Or of course if they actually needed something from them and they were to be a proper obstacle, then go down the “possessed ones” route and do something more serious maybe. But I like the idea of them just being a mild annoyance, kinda like lazy, begging fauns that they just brush off. Points as well if Bacchus does show up in that book and they call him out on his followers and he’s a little embarrassed about it too, “they’re not what they used to be I’ll grant you.” Or “it was more fun when I was also drunk.”

Imagine things getting confused and if one of them goes to pull out their sword they somehow wind up brandishing a glow stick instead. That’s something I could see happening to Percy, so why not these guys too. Maybe there’d be an element like the Lotus Hotel - it’s about possession and Dionysus was the god of madness and stuff too, so maybe the longer they stay there the more likely they are to totally lose their minds and join the rave? Demigods gone wild. Also bonus points if the Maenads are just sort of that one annoying group they don’t like having to deal with if they keep popping up (like the fauns), just once or twice in the series the rave migrated to get in the way of whatever’s happening in the plot.

Either way - I still want Roman prequels, and I now want this to be in them. Give me awkward preteen Jason, Reyna and Dakota lost in the middle of a Maenad rave. Please.

[3mmafr0st]

Leo Valdez 96?

Okie!

Leo Valdez x ReaderWord Count: 522 (Sorry!)

Tom-Fuckery

I wanted to surprise Leo, since I just got back to camp for the summer. He thought I was supposed to be getting back next week, but no, I was lying in order to surprise him. I snuck into the bunker, being careful not to make a sound. My feet stayed silent as I snuck in, and saw Leo working at his desk. He was so focused on this machine part that he was putting together that he hadn’t found out that I was there yet. 

“Boo.” His hands lit up as he tried to figure out where the sound was, and I realized how shit of an idea that I have came up with. Stupid Y/N! Don’t try to sneak up on the guy who can literally burn you to a crisp!

“Wait! Wait, Leo, shit! It’s just me!” I yelled throwing my arms up in defense. It took him a second to realize what was going on but as soon as he did, he extinguished his flame and began to laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh too, and not long after, we were both on the floor, laughing. I hurt all over, my stomach aching at the tension. It hurt to move a little bit, but I did anyway, rolling myself over to Leo. 

“Hey,” I said, giggling a bit. Leo’s hand lay holding his head as he was outstretched across the floor of the bunker. He smiled at me, and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer.

“I missed you,” He said. Before I got the chance to say it back, his lips were on mine. I rolled myself on top of him to make things easier. My hair fell out around us as our lips moved against each other. Leo’s hand slipped under my shirt as I rolled my hips against him. All I could feel was heat, as his hands roamed my body, that hot that no one else had. His beautiful fire would always be my downfall. My head spun as he bit at my bottom lip and sighed, letting him slip his tongue into my mouth. He pulled at the bottom of my shirt and I helped him, pulling it up and over my head. He undid the clasp of my bra and let it fall between us before throwing it to the side along with the shirt. He kneaded at the flesh, before placing sloppy kisses to whatever skin he could find and I moaned out. I pulled at his shirt as well, begging to touch after such a long time. I ran my hands down his chest, watching his muscles flex in reaction. We never even heard the knock at the bunker door. 

“Holy shit!” I heard, and I covered myself as fast as I could. I turned around to see none other than Nico Di Angelo, hand clamped over his eyes. 

“Nope, nope, nope! I’m too gay for this tom-fuckery!” 

And with that, he walked straight out the door. I giggled to Leo. 

“Well the show must go on” He said and laughed a bit, before he swept me up and carried me away. 

[gabbathias]

When life gives you lemons, demigod edition-

Leo: sets it on fire

Percy: he'd probably accidentally squeeze it in his own eyes

Annabeth: tries to weaponize it

Nico: accidentally used his powers and now the lemon is a dead piece of rock on the ground

Grover: tried to grow a lemon tree

Frank: practiced shooting it

Hazel: used it to make lemonade

Piper: charmed someone to squeeze it in their own eyes (probably drew huh)

Jason: attempted to fly with the lemon and accidentally dropped it on some stranger's head

[doremifasolangelo]

Frank: *talking to a camper* When life gives you lemons-

Hazel: *walks up behind Frank* Make lemonade!

Piper: Um, no. I'm pretty sure it's "When life gives you lemons, sell them on Ebay."

Annabeth: No Piper-

Jason: Guys no, if life gives you lemons, you should keep them! They're free!

Leo: Okay, Superman, look. When life gives you lemons, you're supposed to make orange juice, and have everyone wonder how you did it.

Jason: That's genius, dude!

Leo: Haha, yeah, I get that a lot.

Percy: IDIOTS. WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, SQUEEZE THEM INTO PEOPLES EYES.

Hazel: That's mean!

Percy: *very proud of himself* I know, right?

Reyna: You think that's mean? If life gives me lemons, I freeze them and throw them at people I don't like.

Annabeth: So...

Annabeth: Everybody?

Reyna: *grabs a bucket full of frozen lemons* WHO WANTS SOME?

Reyna: *starts throwing frozen lemons everywhere*

Everyone: AAHHHHH-OW!

Leo: SCATTER!

Nico: *standing next to Reyna* If life gave me lemons, I'd find a kid with a paper cut.

Reyna: *stops throwing lemons*

Reyna:

Annabeth:

Piper:

Leo:

Jason:

Frank:

Hazel:

Percy:

Percy: Welcome back, Satan.