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[goldierey]

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dating jason todd? um…yes please!

in which? i go over my jason todd headcanons.

what are we listening to? teeth, 5 seconds of summer.

featuring...my friend hannah!! thank you for doing this with meee <3

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your own personal chef. you want something? he’s making it. want to try something you’ve never had? he’s on it. count on him to make you the best food ever.

he’ll watch the shows you like JUST because you like it. doesn’t matter if he thinks it’s the shittiest thing ever; if it brings a smile to your face, he’s gonna binge.

the banter…honestly, all the batboys have great banter BUT HIS IS ON TOP !!! he gives off "only i can make fun of her. you can't." and i love it so so so so much, can you tell??

if you argue, he’s taking a step back from the situation to calm down. he NEVER wants to treat you the way willis did his mom. once he's calm, you talk it out. this makes all your friends flock to you for advice.

he's ALWAYS touching you. interlocked pinkies? hand on your arm? on your back? he's doing it.

he'll get you anything you ask for. and i mean ANYTHING. new car, new phone, new journal, new shower, he's gonna get it for you, don't you worry.

he's THE cuddle buddy to have. a walking heater. he loves to curl up in bed with you after a long patrol, pressing his face in your hair and holding, feeling, your body in his hands. he adores when you lay on top of him, makes him feel grounded, especially after a nightmare. but he also adores laying on top of you. who cares if he's pure 200+ lbs of muscle?? he's baby!

[cinnamonsprinklestufx]

★¸.•☆•.¸★ Masterlist ★⡀.•☆•.★

𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃....

[sikhyes]

scarred | 1

[ AO3 LINK ] a/n: this is the first part of a time travel / reincarnation / soulmates taegi au !! genre: historical / time travel / reincarnation / soulmates  pairing: taehyung / yoongi word count: 1,218 summary: Yoongi is tasked by two spirits to assassinate his past reincarnation - a mad tyrant king - to restore the balance between the living and the dead. The mission gets complicated when he meets his ex-boyfriend's past reincarnation as the king's concubine. warnings: violence (not present in this current chapter but will be in later chapters) status: incomplete / in progress NOTE:  changed taewon’s name to HANSUNG

Yoongi wakes to a slap to the face.

“Wake up,” the boy says, hands dropping below his chin to grasp at Yoongi’s clothes before shaking him awake. “Come on, wake up. You don’t want Seokjin-hyung to be the one that wakes you.”

A groan slips from chapped lips and Yoongi unwillingly forces his eyes to open, immediately greeted by a rounded nose pressed a little too closely to his face. Sleepy limbs attempt to push the boy away but he only dodges Yoongi's arms and moves to kneel behind him before pushing him to an upright position. Yoongi’s head lolls side to the side, still chasing sleep, but a loud gong breaks through and he snaps to attention.

Now alert, Yoongi takes in his surroundings. Panic starts to bubble inside him when he realizes he isn’t in his crappy apartment, but a hanok of all places. It’s clean and minimalistic, lacking any decor other than the dying plant in the corner. No one else is in the room except the mat he’d been sleeping on, the boy that woke him, and the man that hit the gong standing by the entrance.

“Give it a moment,” the man says, lifting a finger as Yoongi’s mouth snaps shut. “The memories will return so let that sink in then ask me your questions.”

Yoongi opens his mouth anyway, a string of curses ready to be spat, but an invisible force crashes into the forefront of his brain and suddenly, he’s being swallowed by the floor.

/

“I’m fucking drunk. S’all it is…”

Yoongi brings up a ringed hand to harshly rub at his eyes, as though willing away the image of the two odd, handsome men in front of him. The pub’s lighting isn’t that great, just dimming, flickering bulbs that offer enough light to help any drunkard to at least see the floor. It’s just the soju, Yoongi thinks.

“It’s not the soju,” the younger one — the one with the huge, bambi eyes and teeth that resemble a bunny — rolls his eyes. “We’re real, dipshit.”

“Watch your fucking language,” the other one snaps, delivering a sharp jab to Bunny Boy’s ribs. a yelp sounds before he’s swinging but the fist is only caught by the elder, shoving it down impatiently before both of their attention is back on Yoongi. “But Gguk’s right. We aren’t hallucinations. We’re real and we need your help, Min Yoongi.”

“How… How the fuck do you know my name?” he slurs, words slipping and sliding together without his consent.

“You look just like him,” the older one comments, ignoring Yoongi’s original question. “All except the scar. Do you know him? The scarred tyrant king?”

Yoongi takes a sloppy swing but both men just lean back, easily dodging Yoongi’s drunken attacks. “What the fuck are you two even talking about?”

Despite the silly taunts and insults the two have been exchanging since they entered the bar, something somber, ancient, and absolutely terrifying crosses both their faces as they share a knowing look. “Let’s start from the beginning. I am seokjin. This is jeongguk. We’re timeless spirits that exist beyond all mortal realms.”

Yoongi blinks. “What.”

Jeongguk lets out a sigh reminiscent of an old, patient man and gives his hand a little wave. Suddenly, the cloudiness in Yoongi’s mind dissipates and the sluggish feelings in his limbs fade, giving him a new sense of clarity that he hasn’t experienced in years, sober or not. His feline eyes narrow at Jeongguk's hand then rise up to meet Seokjin’s gaze when the man clears his throat.

“We’re spirits that need your help, Yoongi. Do you know of your heritage?”

Yoongi gives a shrug. “I know I’ve descended from some powerful clan but that’s it.”

“You're not wrong. You’re a… type of descendant of the scarred tyrant king, Yeoeul, and his meaningless wars had brought upon waves of death that even our reapers don’t agree with. Our job here is to keep the balance between the living and the dead and your king doppelganger decided to fuck with that. so we need you to kill the king.”

“But killing that king — won’t that just be killing me and my existence?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “No. You two aren’t directly related by blood. Trust me, Seokjin-hyung and i already followed through all the possible timelines to make sure we’re choosing the right guy to assassinate the tyrant king with the least amount of rippling effect. That’s you, Yoongi.”

“Why can’t you two just kill him?”

“We can’t directly affect mortals and meddle with mortal affairs. We usually have a patron do our bidding for us,” Seokjin replies. “Now, any more questions?”

“What if I can’t kill him? I've never — I’m not a murderer.”

The two share another loaded look. “You must. I’m afraid if you don’t, this world you know will cease to exist.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock. “What?! What do you — that doesn’t make any sense!”

“Think about it,” Jeongguk says. “The tyrant king took too many lives and we must restore balance. If you can’t kill the king and stop him before he starts another war, we must take lives in another era to balance out the lives lost in the previous one.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Yoongi’s brows furrow but before he could utter another question, Seokjin steps forward.

“Mortal minds weren’t made to solve a spirit’s problem but please, trust us on this. Our bosses are righteous beings whose only role is to keep balance and they’ll do anything to keep it that way. Emotions like sympathy and empathy are associated with mortal flaws so they don’t care whose life they have to take to restore balance. That's why it’s up to Jeongguk and I to take the mortals’ side.”

Perhaps it's the sudden clarity granted by the spirits that has Yoongi nodding his head in assent. “Where do I start?”

“Close your eyes and once you wake, your mission will begin.”

/

“Wear this,” Seokjin instructs as he places a satgat on top of Yoongi’s dark locks, adjusting it so that it reveals only below his nose. “This is a small village closest to the palace, you’ll already be branded as an outsider even before you make it obvious with your mannerisms.”

Jeongguk directs Yoongi to a mirror propped up by the wall, swift hands readjusting the hanbok that’s hanging comfortably on his shoulders. “Just refrain from cursing. or talking. You can just converse in grunts, okay?”

Yoongi scowls at their reflection before swatting away Jeongguk's fidgety hands before straightening out his own hanbok himself. “How do I even get to the king, let alone get close enough to kill?”

“He rarely leaves the palace grounds which is why Jeongguk and I got you a job as a gardener,” Seokjin reports. “You’ve just received the news yesterday and today is your very first day. You’ll be moving into the servants quarters as well. Don’t worry, you have little to pack so go and get yourself to the palace.”

Yoongi could barely say another word before he’s being ushered out the door and onto the dusty grounds of the tiny village. Carts of produce and trinkets are rolled haphazardly all over the crowded streets, tables and booths set up in front of hanoks similar to the one that Yoongi had just been kicked out of.

There seems to be only one main street, leading to the edge of the village and the other a pathway merging with worn down roads towards the grand palace, with only a few dead-end alleys in between the larger houses. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to follow the other commoners dressed similarly as him, beige hanboks with a black and red trim that must signify a position above the peasant class but below the ranking officials.

He keeps his head down as he shuffles with the crowds until they reach the magnificent palace gates. The crowd doesn’t stop there but circles around the perimeter where a less grandiose wooden gate is being guarded by a man in a soldier’s uniform, checking the identification forms of each person. Yoongi starts to panic as he watches everyone around him bring out a piece of paper from their pockets as they wait their turn to be allowed entrance.

“Watch it,” a stranger grunts as they shoulder through impatiently, bumping into Yoongi. The movement causes a slight crinkling noise to sound from his pocket and Yoongi quickly digs into the fabric to pull out a form that states his name (Yoongi) and his occupation (apprentice gardener). It isn’t long until the soldier takes the form, deems it authentic, before he’s handing it back to Yoongi and he’s being nudged inside.

The packed line starts to disperse once they're on palace grounds; everyone seems to know exactly where they’re going.

“You there,” one calls out, a menacing and accusing finger pointed right at Yoongi. He’s dressed similar to Yoongi, beige hanbok with the black and red trim, but the sleeves are cut with gold thread. “Are you Yoongi?”

Yoongi approaches with a hesitant nod. “Yes. I’m the new—”

“The new assistant gardener. I'm Jimin and I am in charge of you.”

The man is only a centimeter or two shorter than Yoongi, dark hair thick but controlled in a uniform sleek ponytail with a black band dashed across his forehead. His eyes are sharp and calculating, full lips pursed into one of impatience. Yoongi catches a flash of recognition on Jimin's face but it’s quickly smoothed away, his face suddenly unreadable.

“Walk quickly,” Jimin says and the both of them start to walk swiftly past the open courtyard where handmaidens mill about. They circle around the pagoda where a luscious garden thrives. Yoongi wonders exactly why an extra gardener was needed, judging from the handful of men and women tending to the meticulously shaped shrubs and bushes.

“You see these shapes?” Jimin stops at shapeless bushes; Yoongi doesn’t comment but nods. “Your job is to trim any outgrown twig or leave that compromises these shapes. just continue to do so until the sun sets.”

“That’s it?” Yoongi can’t help but ask.

Jimin nods, small fingers stroking a petal delicately before his hard gaze returns to Yoongi once more. “That is all. Just do not touch the flowers,” he warns as he finally hands a couple of shears for Yoongi to take. “I have other matters to attend to. However, I will return shortly to see your progress.”

And with that, the scary small man departs.

/

Maybe the biggest inconvenience of time traveling centuries in the past may be the lack of proper time-telling tools. Yoongi isn’t sure exactly what time it is or how much had passed as he continues to circle the garden, holding the shears in his hand like a weapon as he searches for any flaw that could be cut down.

Sweat slides down ivory skin in rivulets, despite the cover provided underneath his bamboo satgat. His clammy hand lifts from his side to wipe away at his forehead and he winces at how damp his skin is.

“Water?” a voice says, a hand holding a wooden cup of water being thrusted into Yoongi’s line of sight.

The voice has Yoongi standing straight, the hairs on the nape of his neck shivering in slight anticipation at the deep timbre that hugs the man’s words.

No, no, no. How is he here? He can't be here.

Despite every alarm in his head ringing, pleading him to not face him, his body does so anyway and it takes everything in him to not drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness the moment he puts a face to the voice. But his body doesn’t do that.

“Taehyung?” Yoongi says instead, his voice barely a whisper. His knuckles are white from how tight he’s holding his shears.

Taehyung’s wearing a white hanbok and already Yoongi knows he’s a man with status here. The blue and silver designs on his chest are not as intricate as the ones he’s seen already but the fact that there are designs are enough to give away the fact that Taehyung should not be offering water to the help. Yoongi’s gaze lifts from Taehyung's attire to the slightly confused (and similar flash of recognition Yoongi saw earlier on Jimin's face) expression.

“No, my name is Hansung, I live here. You must have me mistaken for someone else.”

But the honeyed voice is the same, the sweet bronze skin that Yoongi used to trace for hours on end in a bed they used to share when time doesn’t exist between dusk and dawn. Still, Yoongi forces a laugh and gives a little shrug as he takes the offered water. “I must've.”

“Peculiar,” Hansung muses now, watching Yoongi take careful sips. “I… I almost mistook you for someone else as well.” Before Yoongi could press further, Taewon steps closer. “So are you the new gardener?”

“Yeah — had everyone been expecting me?” Yoongi chuckles dryly, readjusting the grip on his shears as he takes a slight step back. His self control usually disappears when it comes to Taehyung — or at least, Hansung in this era.

Hansung laughs and Yoongi’s heart gives a traitorous jump in his chest. “Well it depends, are you a talented gardener?”

“Of course, Why else would I be hired?” Yoongi brags and gives a snip towards the bush without even sparing it a glance. A familiar cocky smirk rests upon his lips only for it to falter as Hansung giggles behind his hand.

“Perhaps it’s your… odd choice of landscaping,” Hansung manages to say in between laughter. Yoongi glances over at his work to see a rose lobbed off, now rolling in between their feet, groaning as his cheeks flood with a hue of red that could rival the rose.

“I'm new,” Yoongi mutters as he shoves the rose into his pockets before Jimin could see.

“I can see that.” Hansung reaches into Yoongi’s pocket to take the rose for himself, slender fingers stroking the petals. “Can I have your name?”

Yoongi hesitates. “I’ve given you the rose, is it not enough?”

“No.” The firmness in his voice tells Yoongi there isn’t a point in arguing. “So your name?”

“Yoongi.”

Hansung tips his head to the side and Yoongi’s chest ache with a phantom pain; every little word, every movement, is so achingly Taehyung. “Very nice to meet you, Yoongi. Perhaps I'll come by to visit again.”

Both men drop their heads in a polite bow, Yoongi lower than the other, before Hansung takes his leave to join two other men that greet him casually. Yoongi turns back to his favored shrub and snips off the rest of the rose stem to match length with the rest.

About another hour passes by, judging by the sun’s position in the sky, when a sudden call has everyone standing to attention before bowing deeply at an angle of ninety degrees. Yoongi’s quick to mimic everyone else, peeking at the corner of his eye to see if the closest gardener to his right is still bowing.

A sudden marching noise comes from the left of the garden where the entrance is and Yoongi chances a look. An ornate palanquin is being carried by eight men, two for each pole. The chair itself has a tall poster frame that’s similarly designed to the black and red pagoda of the palace grounds with red sheer fabric to veil the person inside, casting only a red-tinted silhouette.

The tiny parade stops in the center of the garden and the eight men lower the palanquin carefully. Two men on the right side of the palanquin lift the veils aside before another two men help the honored guest out.

“Your majesty,” one of the men proclaims and everyone in the garden rises. “We hope the garden is to your liking.”

The king has his back facing Yoongi and the platinum blond hair is a sharp contrast against the black band wrapped around his forehead, matching his black hanbok. His topknot is secured with an opulent hair piece and a matching golden binyeo .

“We will see,” the king says and when he turns to Yoongi’s direction, Yoongi nearly topples over because the king is a spitting image of himself, save for the angry red scar slashed through his left eye.

[hysenie]

☆ hello! welcome :D

well hi! i'm nini [i use they/them pronouns] and i decided to open this writing blog for some my favorite groups 😭 tho i ult and stan a lot more groups,, i honestly have no idea how this works so for the mean time imma post some writings i have. i do take requests/suggestions! [check the link in my bio!] or if you just wanna send me an ask or message im up for it :D here's groups i write for:

riize

zerobaseone (no yj!)

boynextdoor (no wh!)

psychic fever

the boyz

nct (127, wayv, dream and u)

seventeen

i only write fluff, angst and some suggestive stuff but no explicit smut. any constructive feedback would be appreciated, seriously. so, thanks! see you around 💫

—nini🍄

[lightwormsiblings]

Why are asks limited now? Who asked for this? Anyway, fic rec cont.: Hopelessly Devoted to You is a childhood friends to lovers that will make you GET YOUR LIFE!!! I can always trust cryptic to come thru for me. 4. A Year of Third Wheels by niniwrites and notcyrptic: it's that good Hogwarts shit that I'VE never read, but I'm sure you'll love bc I trust these authors with my life. 4a. And while wee're on the subject, just check out the whole Ao3 collection A Force This Powerful! List done-for now

I’ve gotten so many new hp aus from asking about hs aus and I kinda love it haha!! Thanks for the recs

[goldierey]

baby, i'm your biggest fan! | percy jackson smau

PAIRING - percy jackson x f!reader

GENRE - strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, (playful) rivals to lovers

SUMMARY - yn's finally got her dream: joining ucla's women's gymnastics team. her new teammates are nice enough and she's even made friends with one of them, annabeth chase. but with this new friendship comes all of annabeth's friends. including percy jackson.

WARNINGS - swearing, dirty jokes, kys/kms/death jokes (will add as time goes on)

PROFILES - | wannabe olympians | leo stop | ucla gymnasts |

CHAPTERS

chapter one - there’s a new girl on team.

chapter two - can someone control him.

chapter three - help a guy out.

chapter four - when i get my degree.

author's note - guys i just came up with this randomly and i really want to write it so i'm putting it out here so you guys can remind me to work on it. you don't need to know ANYTHING about gymnastics to read, i'll mostly just be mentioning skills. i'm going to be using sofia chwe as yn's face claim! it just makes it easier for me to visualize

taglist - (please send an ask if you want to join!)

@lara20aral @job-ross-the-second @mereasarus @pleasingregulus @priniya @tinybitofhope @itzmeme @coldwayhome @i-secretely-barkly-bark @simpingmyassoff @maybxlle @scar1et-st4rl3t @iheartm1ckey @forgechildofheph @hoshi4k @coolgirl458

[goldierey]

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i can’t help falling in love with you (jon snow x gn!reader)

in which? you wash jon's hair.

what are we listening to? can't help falling in love with you, haley reinhart.

warnings? mentions of scarring!!

words? 416.

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You sit on a stool, facing the tub where Jon sits. His shoulders are stiff, hands clenching on the tub’s rim.

“Jon,” you say softly, moving the stool closer. “Relax.”

“I-“ he whispers, “I don’t think I can.”

It breaks your heart, to look at his scars and know that he will never feel safe, even in your presence.

You bend over, hovering your head over his shoulder. “That’s alright,” you murmur as you press a kiss to his skin.

You sit back, grabbing the cup that had been on the nearby table and dipping it into the water. “Lean further into the water, my lord.”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” he says as he wiggles deeper in the tub, the tops of his knees popping out of the water.

You bring the cup over his hair, letting the warm water run over his head. “Did you?”

Jon’s small laugh warms your belly. “I did.”

Setting the cup back on the table, you take the hair oil from the table and add a few drops to your hands. 

You work the oil into a small lather and place your hands in his hair. You work at the knots in his raven hair, scratch at his scalp. You revel in the way he sighs, how he finally allows his shoulders to drop.

“My love,” he groans.

You quirk a brow, even though he can’t see it. “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

You pick the cup back up and dunk it under. “There is nothing to thank.”

“There is everything to thank.”

After the cup fills up, you run it over his hair again, letting the oil run out as you comb through it with your fingers.

“If you hadn’t found me when you did…”

You shush him, standing and moving to sit on the rim of the tub. You clutch at his face, tilting his head up to look you in the eye. “Do not say such things. You are here, with me, as you were meant to be.”

He lifts his arms out of the tub, wraps them around your waist, and drags you in with a small splash.

A sharp cry leaves your lips as the water seeps through your thin nightgown. You slap at his chest weakly. “Jon!”

He gives you a little grin. “I love you.”

And you can’t help the way you melt, the way you lean in to kiss him. 

You can’t help how much you love him.

[goldierey]

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i adore you, enough to get dizzy (leo valdez x child of hecate!reader)

in which? leo and reader adore each other.

what are we listening to? adore u, seventeen.

words? 422.

notes? this was a prompt given to me by a nonnie! thank you for your sweet words! <3 here is the prompt - "hiii I loved your Leo fic, could you do something for Leo x a daughter of hecate? or something to the song Moves by Suzi Waterhouse? I don't mind I just love your work <3 <3 <3"

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Illusions have always been your specialty, but maybe not this specific one. 

Lou-Ellen has asked you to try and conjure an illusion of a house. She says it’s to practice holding an illusion, but you think it’s because she misses her father.

Your eyes are screwed shut, your hands twitching as you put the finishing touches on the living room. You’ve tried to make the place look a cozy chaotic mess, but doing that is not easy when your boyfriend keeps asking ridiculous questions.

“Babe, would I look good with blonde hair?” Leo asks, twisting again in your lap. 

The vision of Leo as a blonde pops in your head, effectively ruining any sense of control you had on the illusion.

The fake house cracks and shatters like glass, and when you open your eyes and peer down at Leo, he’s got a grin on his face.

“Mi vida!” he cheers, his hands reaching up to pinch your cheeks. “You’ve come back to me!”

“Leo,” you say patiently, “I need to practice.”

“Okay, but you didn’t answer the question.”

You stare at him, narrowing your eyes playfully. He mimics your face. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He gasps, “Baby!”

“What?” you laugh. “You asked!”

“Mi vida, you were supposed to say yes,” he whines.

“Do you want me to use the Mist to make you blonde?” you ask. “Why do you want to be blonde anyway?”

Leo shrugs, bony shoulders digging into your thighs. “I dunno. I was just thinking about it.”

“Well,” you say as you caress his face, “I think I prefer you brunette.”

A little smile blooms on his face. “You think so, baby?”

A responding grin appears on your face as well, the force of it scrunching your eyes. You’re so immensely fond of this silly, silly boy.

“Yes, my love,” you whisper, dipping down to kiss his lips, once, twice. His hand flies up to your hair, tangling his fingers in it to keep your lips on his. You pull away with a short but content huff. 

“Corãzon,” he says lovingly, pretty brown eyes staring at you full of wonder. 

You’ll never know what you did to deserve him.

“Yes?”

“You should illusion us a house. Ya know, I want something kind of big, with a huge couch because I love couches and-”

His rambling goes on for a while, but you’ll listen to it for as long as you can. You love that boy. 

You’d listen to anything he has to say as long as you’re by him.

[goldierey]

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i'm talking nonsense! (leo valdez x gn! reader)

in which? leo gets his act together.

what are we listening to? nonsense, sabrina carpenter.

warnings? set in a mortal au!

words? 476.

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Leo Valdez never claimed that he didn’t think about you a lot.

He just…merely suggested that he didn’t. That’s not bad.

But when he’s over studying and when he goes on his phone, he’s overcome with the feeling that he needs to call you. Life or death. He swears it!

So he does.

“Hey!” you greet when you pick up his call. “I thought you said you were studying?”

“I was!” he defends. “I really was!”

Your laugh sounds like bells chiming in his ears. It twists his stomach around and he rolls like a madman on his bed.

“Hey, what’s that sound?” you ask. 

“I’m trying to get comfy,” Leo says with a huff. He knows he’d feel better if you were next to him. 

“Oh, hey, I gotta go,” you say, a clatter sounding in the background. “I’m going out with the girls.”

Disappointment fills his stomach. “Yeah. Yeah, no problem.” He forces himself to keep the hurt he feels out of his voice. “Talk later?”

You hum absentmindedly and hang up.

Leo’s night is ruined.

He must have lost his mind. One short phone call can not have this much of an effect on him, he won’t allow it. Because that means that he really does think about you a lot. And he doesn’t! He really, really doesn’t.

He looks back down at his phone, sees your contact name and changes it.

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don’t leave me alone

hey leo!! you up to party with us tonight??

-

Okay, so maybe he lied. Maybe he does think about you a lot, which is why he’s here in the first place. 

The party is loud and hot, but with you pressed against him and the wall, he doesn’t mind it.

You’re whispering in his ear, a silly story about Percy and Hazel, but he can’t bring himself to focus. He wants to kiss you.

And when you wrap your arms around his neck, he does. 

It’s just a small press of his lips on yours, but it’s enough to make him go wild. He holds your face gently, stroking your cheekbones. You’re clutching at his shoulders.

He pulls back and you send him the biggest and best smile he’s ever seen.

Leo buries his face in your shoulder, making your chest shake with laughter.

“Why’re you acting so shy now?” you tease, toying at his hair with your hands, twisting the curls around your fingers.

“I don’t- I- Uh-“

“Baby,” you giggle, “I can’t understand you. What did you say?”

Leo looks up, stares at you. And then it just blurts out his mouth. “Date me?”

Your pretty eyes begin to blink rapidly and he can feel your face warm from where he’s still holding it. But you give him another gorgeous smile, lip gloss shining in the dim light and say, “I thought you’d never ask.”

[goldierey]

chapter three - help a guy out.

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author’s note - now it really starts 😆🤗

tags - @lara20aral @job-ross-the-second @mereasarus @pleasingregulus @priniya @tinybitofhope @itzmeme @coldwayhome @i-secretly-bark @simpingmyassoff @maybxlle

[goldierey]

chapter one - there’s a new girl on team.

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author’s note - FIRST CHAPTER IS HERE WOOOOOHOOO hope y’all like it :)) also IGNORE ALL THE TIME STAMPS it means nothing i promise (wanna join the taglist? send an ask!)

tags - @lara20aral @job-ross-the-second @mereasarus @pleasingregulus @priniya

[goldierey]

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my life is waiting for you ( jason grace + child of jevantus!reader)

in which? jason grace comes home.

what are we listening to? mago, gfriend.

ship? jason grace + child of jevantus (hebe) reader.

words? 354.

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As a daughter of Jevantus, the rest of the legion never put much faith in your abilities. Even if you had friends in higher places, like Jason or Reyna, you still needed to work twice as hard as the others.

It’s paid off.

You stand beside Reyna as acting Praetor, standing in the forum as the Greek warship hovers over your city.

You grab Reyna’s hand, for a moment uncaring how professional it may or may not look. But she squeezes your hand tight and doesn’t let go until a rope ladder swings over the edge of the ship, the bottom brushing the grass.

You’ve been waiting for a day like this for months. To see Jason again? It’s a dream come true.

The group of Greeks walk forward, a blonde girl leading the way. She carries herself proudly, you notice quickly. It’s in the way her jaw is tilted up and how she looks around at the legion. It’s almost the same as Reyna, only this girl means it.

They stop in front of you and Reyna. Your friend looks them over with a calculating eye. You can see the Hispanic boy shiver.

Then, the whispers come.

They murmur his name.

The Greeks split and Jason’s finally in front of you.

His hair is shining in the sunlight, golden like the crown his father must wear. His eyes, though. They look haunted, somehow even more than they did before he left.

“Hey,” Jason says with a smirk. He’s looking at you. “Did you miss me?”

You step forward, the urge to hit him over and over strong in your mind. You raise your arm up quickly, aiming for his head.

Your hand tangles in his hair and you pull him down to your lips. You kiss him the way you’ve wanted to since the day you met him.

When you pull away, Jason looks starstruck. “Oh my gods.”

You smile and take your other hand to cup his face. “What if I did?”

He grins, his scar on his upper lip disappearing with the force of it. “I’d say I missed you too.”

[goldierey]

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do you have a map? i keep getting lost in your ocean eyes...

in which? we talk about leo x child of poseidon! dating headcanons! prompt was by a nonnie, here it is - "hiya! Idk if you’ve done this before but maybe Leo Valdez x child of Poseidon reader? Sorry if you have! Anyways have a nice day <3" sorry it took me so long!! i hope you enjoy <33

what are we listening to? ocean eyes, billie eilish.

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beach dates beach dates!!! lake dates!!! river dates!!! dates anywhere that has a body of water!!!

he asks you out to the fireworks thingie camp does and makes one just for you <3 (ngl i forgot what it's called so bare with me!)

calls you so many ocean related nicknames 

percy beefs with him because leo’s dating his little sister

leo’s always asking advice from annabeth about what she does with percy that you might like as well

water fights 24/7. it's actually crazy because you'll be minding your business and then leo comes at you with a water gun as if you won't beat him ten feet in the ground

collects shells + sea glass and makes jewelry for you <33

too many ocean themed pick up lines (the inspo for the title no i didn't come up with it myself i'm not cool)

makes you keep a water bottle on you so you can put out his fires with flair

[goldierey]

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i can fix him, no, really, i can. (jj maybank x f!reader)

in which? you might've gone through to jj.

what are we listening to? i can fix him (no really i can), taylor swift.

warnings? jj smokes briefly in the beginning, specifically a blunt.

words? 555.

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JJ blows out the smoke from his blunt, the cloud puffing in front of your window. He’s perched on the tree branch that’s directly next to your room. Sometimes, you wish you’d convinced your parents to get that one-story they had been looking at.

You roll your eyes and turn away, walking back to your desk where you were previously working on your scrapbook.

“Ma, don’t leave me out here!” JJ whines, tapping your window again.

Shaking your head, you turn around as you cross your arms. “I told you, you’re not coming in here smelling like weed. I’ve told you I don’t like it.”

He drops the blunt, giving you his crooked smile. “Baby, I’m not even smoking!”

“You’ll stink up my room, Maybank,” you snap, stalking forward to open your window. You want him to see your anger. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Aw, baby, don’t be mad at me,” he croons, crawling into your room. He cups your face with callused hands, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing your cheekbones. “I’m sorry, mama, I won’t do it again.”

“You always say that! You always do!”

His blonde hair spills into his eyes, but it doesn’t cover the way his eyes narrow with wariness. His hands slowly trail down from your face to your waist and he grips it, his fingers flexing. “Hey, is something going on?”

“I’m trying to save you!” Your voice goes sharp and your hands clench into fists. “You’re going to kill yourself like this and I’m not going to watch. You know I don’t like you doing drugs and smoking but you do it anyway!”

“Mama,” JJ tries, “I promise, I’ll stop. I mean it.”

“You said that the last five times, Jay,” you say with a sniff. Without your permission, your eyes well up with tears and one spills down your cheek. You don’t even try to wipe it off.

He dips down to press his forehead against yours as he pulls you close to him. His blue eyes show his sincerity.

“I mean it,” he says softly. “I do, baby. I’ll stop.”

Reluctantly, you allow your arms to wrap around his neck. “I can’t watch you ruin yourself like this. You have a life waiting for you. You just- you have to try.”

He nods. “I know.” He presses a kiss to your lips and you can’t ignore the taste of weed.

“Go shower and brush your teeth,” you tell him, stepping out of his hold. “Please.”

JJ nods as he looks down at his plain white shirt and khaki shorts. “You still got my stuff, baby?”

“Mhm, in your drawer.”

You crawl into your bed and grab the teddy bear he won you when you went to the fair. You press your face into the fabric and lull yourself to sleep.

You wake when an arm slips around your waist and lips kiss the back of your head. The actions earn a sleepy noise from you.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” JJ shushes softly. “I’m here, go to sleep.”

You twist over and snuggle into JJ’s chest, sticking your nose in the juncture between his neck and jaw. He laughs, and it warms your body.

He gives you another kiss on the crown of your head. “Sleep.”

So you do.

[goldierey]

LEO STOP...

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YN - d1 gymnast at the university of california, los angeles. studying psychology with a minor in brain and behavioral health. the crazy one. the glue that holds them together. part of the leo stop groupchat.

PIPER MCLEAN - student at the university of california, los angeles. studying world arts and cultures with a minor in american indian studies. daughter of tristan mclean. youtuber/influencer. part of the leo stop groupchat.

LEO VALDEZ - student at glendale community college. no major or minor decided. small business owner. the cringest person to ever exist. will's texan best friend. the reason the leo stop groupchat exists. part of the leo stop groupchat.

WILL SOLACE - student at the university of california, los angeles. studying nursing. taylor swift enthusiast. the country boy. leo's texan best friend. the mom friend. part of the leo stop groupchat.

REYNA AVILA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO - student at the university of california, los angeles. studying business economics with a minor in latin language and culture. the real mom friend. contemplates dropping out of college every other day. part of the leo stop group chat.

[goldierey]

WANNABE OLYMPIANS...

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PERCY JACKSON - d1 swimmer at the university of southern california. studying earth science. annabeth chase's biggest supporter. part of the wannabe olympians groupchat.

ANNABETH CHASE - d1 gymnast at the university of california, los angeles. studying politcal science with a minor in greek. the brains. the reason they all met. part of the wannabe olympians groupchat.

JASON GRACE - student at the university of southern california. studying astrophysics. percy's brother from another mother. part of the wannabe olympians groupchat.

FRANK ZHANG - student at the university of califorina, los angeles. studying sociology with a minor in chinese. teaches archery at the local archery shop. the sweetheart. part of the wannabe olympians groupchat.

HAZEL LEVESQUE - d1 tennis player at the university of califorina, los angeles. studying anthropology with a minor in african studies. works at the jupiter stables on the weekends. the one who actually causes chaos on purpose. part of the wannabe olympians groupchat

NICO DI ANGELO - student at the university of southern california. studying animation and digital arts. works at usc's coffee shop. percy's other brother from another mother. part of the wannabe olympians groupchat.