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jgracie · 8 minutes
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goodnight to all the jj & smartiepants enthusiasts 😍😍😊😊🥳🥳 to the rest of y’all….. gn ig
in case u couldn’t tell…. jj and smartiepants r the favourites of the jcu
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jgracie · 10 minutes
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sorry guys i usually like to space out my posts but im tired and need to go to sleep + the schedule function on here is a LIAR it doesn’t post unless u open the app
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jgracie · 11 minutes
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ FADE INTO YOU
↳ the chronicles of jj & smartiepants!
(american)footballer!jason grace x fem!reader
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on the radio . . . fade into you (mazzy star)
an heavily inspired by the scene in miraculous ladybug w the umbrella... u know the one! also for a bit of context this is jj & smartiepants’ first time talking and she’s new to the school
of course it had to rain on the one day you didn’t bring an umbrella to school with you
for the past week, you’d brought one, thinking it was going to rain. every day was dark and gloomy so you were certain it’d have to rain eventually. however, it never did
today, on friday, you decided not to bring your umbrella to school. it wasn’t as cloudy in the morning, and besides, why would it rain now when it hadn’t on all those other days? as the school day progressed, the clouds built up in the sky and by the time your last class ended, it was pouring
you sighed as you made your way to your locker, hoping that maybe you’d kept a hoodie or something that would shield you from the rain. unfortunately, all you found were papers. there was no one to pick you up from school either, so you were just going to have to walk home and pray you don’t end up with a cold
now, you stood under the shelter of your school building. one step is all it would take for you to be drenched. considering checking your bag one last time in case maybe, just maybe, you had brought your umbrella to school, you watched as people ran to their cars or walked under the shade of their own umbrellas. it seems everyone had predicted this but you
just as you were about to begin your uncomfortable walk home, you heard a voice behind you say, “i knew it would rain today.” turning around, you found yourself facing none other than jason grace - or as you’d heard many others call him, jj. you had a couple classes with him, but this was your first time actually talking to the guy.
he’d intimidated you a little, but your newfound friend reyna explained that he was actually really sweet and ever since that day you’d become intrigued. you started paying more attention to him and noticed how he’d always treat the freshmen with kindness (despite how annoying they could be at times) and how no matter how frustrating his teammates were, not once did he lash out. you wouldn’t say you had a crush, but he definitely interested you
giving him a small smile, you replied, “yeah? well, i didn’t. i thought it’d rain every day of this week and the one time it does i don’t bring my umbrella.” he was standing next to you now, and his brows furrowed at your words
“my sister’s the same, she’s never been able to predict the weather either,” he said. you didn’t know he had a sister - he struck you for an only child. since you hadn’t heard of a second grace at your school, you assumed she didn’t go. still, you chose not to pry. from the soft tone of his voice you could tell this was a sensitive topic
a silence draped itself over you. everyone had gone home now, so the only noise heard was the pitter-patter of the rain as it fell to the ground (and maybe your heart as you fell for him?)
after about a minute, jason cleared his throat, “well, do you have a ride home? i assumed you were waiting for someone but…” you shook your head no, telling him you were going to just walk in the midst of the rain and hope for the best
“where do you live? i’ll walk you. we can share my umbrella - don’t even think about saying no, i insist. can’t let you catch a cold.”
that was that. you told him where you lived (he apparently lived nearby so there wasn’t much issue with dropping you off) and as you walked, you made small talk, discovering more about each other. jason told you about how he’d gotten the scar on his lip and you told him about your life in new york and your old school before moving to california
jason looked up at the sky - you noticed he did that a lot - and smiled, saying, “i really like the rain. it’s stupid, but my mom would say that rainy or stormy weather was a sign my father was keeping an eye on me. looking back on it, i think she just said that cause she was sick of having to wake up in the middle of the night and spend an hour putting me back to bed, but it’s still comforting.”
he had a solemn look on his face as he said this, and you put all the power you could muster into your voice as you replied, “it’s not stupid, jason.” maybe it was the light playing tricks, but you could’ve sworn you saw him blush when you used his name
after thanking jason profusely and promising you’ll pay him back someday, you ran into your home and to the solace of your bed. meanwhile, jason turned, heading the opposite way
the walk home would take double the time now, but he didn’t care
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jgracie · 11 minutes
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tomorrow i’ll do whichever one wins this
anw…. please help choose my second post of today
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jgracie · 26 minutes
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in case u couldn’t tell…. jj and smartiepants r the favourites of the jcu
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jgracie · 40 minutes
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I saw that your request are open and I rushed here!!First of all i love you and your blog,second of all i wanted to make a request.Can you please writhe a one shot with Jason and daughter of Psyche reader based on the song “I can fix him(no really i can)” by Taylor?Like imagine some time later when Jason is finally free from his demigod duties and goes to college with his friends,here he meets reader.Since she is a daughter of Psyche (the goddess of the human soul)she understands him immediately and she help him understand himself,discovering what he likes and to heal from his past and of course they fall in love.Sorry if it was long,hope i was clear and you like the idea.Take care and thank you🤍🤍
HI ANON!!!! here is ur req :) sorry this took so long i acc loved the idea so so much!!! 🤍🤍🤍
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jgracie · 41 minutes
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I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)
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❝ Can you please writhe a one shot with Jason and daughter of Psyche reader based on the song “I can fix him(no really i can)” by Taylor?Like imagine some time later when Jason is finally free from his demigod duties and goes to college with his friends,here he meets reader.Since she is a daughter of Psyche (the goddess of the human soul)she understands him immediately and she help him understand himself,discovering what he likes and to heal from his past and of course they fall in love. ❞ — anon
in which they shook their heads saying “god help her,” when you tell ‘em he’s your man
pairing jason grace x psyche!reader
warnings feelings of self loathing, slight bullying
on the radio . . . i can fix him (no really i can) (taylor swift)
an they r in new rome uni in this !! i feel like jason is a tad ooc but also its 11:30pm as im posting this and im tired
Everything you heard about Jason Grace screamed ‘red flag’. Son of Jupiter, ex-praetor, raised by wolves then sent to camp at the mere age of three or four - what was there not to be afraid of? To add to that, the way he carried himself exuded power in a way that would make anyone cower in fear. His face was inscrutable, crystal blue eyes unreadable in the same way the storms his father made were
However, you weren’t anyone. Your mother was Psyche, goddess of the soul. And as a daughter of Psyche, you could see right through just about everyone, including Jason Grace. Whenever you tapped into his energy, you couldn’t help but feel he was the complete opposite of what he presented himself as. While Jason seemed content with solitude to everyone around him, you knew that deep down, he was just seriously misunderstood and in desperate need for some loving
You were right. Jason’s life had been hell, especially the past couple years. His memory had been taken away from him, making him lose ties with all his friends and a potential lover, Reyna. Then, he’d gotten a new girlfriend and new friends, only for his girlfriend to dump him and his friends to all be too busy to spend a single second with him. Still, Jason had persevered. He applied and got accepted to New Rome University, he attended all his lectures, he got perfect grades, he tried his best to socialise. 
The latter never worked out though. People either saw him as Jason the traitor, the guy who’d chosen to leave with the Greeks instead of fighting for his camp (Jason would stifle a laugh at the phrase ‘his camp’ - if this were really his camp, they wouldn’t have easily found a guy who’s the epitome of everything un-Roman to replace him. They weren’t any better), or as Jason the soldier, the man who’d toppled Kronos’ throne and won in a fight against the titan Krios, absolutely untouchable and worshipped in a way that would make his father seethe with jealousy
Eventually, he gave up. If that’s how they wanted him to be, so be it. He shut himself off from the world, focusing solely on his studies and his plans for shrines for every God and Goddess. Little did he know, a certain someone was formulating the perfect plan to become his friend
Your plan backfired. You’d spent weeks keeping note of all the classes you had with Jason, even occasionally following him to see where he’d go after class (his dorm, immediately), and yet you couldn’t seem to get a single conversation out of him. The closest you’d gotten was when you sat next to him in one of your lectures and dropped your pen - he’d simply handed it to you without a word. For the split-second your fingers brushed, you took on all his pain and felt it pull you apart. How could he cope with all of this baggage? 
Luckily for you, the fates work in mysterious ways that in this case, happened to be in your favour
“Oh, I’ll leave. Sorry.” Someone mumbled from behind you. You had been having a hard time sleeping as it was exam season, meaning everyone’s late night stress as they did last minute cram sessions piled onto you, so you decided to go to the one place you knew would be quiet. It was a small garden you’d discovered as a freshman and dubbed as ‘your spot’, and you’d often come when you were feeling extra overwhelmed
Turning your head, your eyes widened as you saw none other than Jason Grace, who was about to go back to his dorm
“No, wait! You can stay, I don’t mind,” this was a first for Jason. Usually, people would go the other way at the sight of him, not offer to let him sit with them. He felt a gut-wrenching, yearning feeling in his stomach, and you felt it too. Softly, you patted the spot on the bench next to you. It was quiet between you, but with that simple gesture, you had made an everlasting mark in Jason’s mind
After that night, instead of leaving his bag on the seat next to him, Jason would put it on the floor in hopes that you’d see the empty seat and choose to sit there. You, ever the empath, did. The more you sat with Jason, the more words were said between you. You started the conversations, of course, asking him about his day and telling him about whatever minor inconvenience you had that morning
“I ran out of toothpaste,” Jason had said to you one day as you took your laptop out of your bag. This was his first time initiating a conversation. He wasn't sure why he did it, and cringed internally the moment those words came out of his mouth - toothpaste, Jason, really? - but you’d smiled and asked if he wanted to come with you to the shops after class, since you also needed to stock up on some supplies
That was the day Jason’s walls began crumbling down. Suddenly, he seemed to loosen up. His posture slackened and he smiled more often, told more jokes and even engaged in your banter. People gave the two of you weird looks as you walked around New Rome in fits of laughter, but neither of you cared 
Well, not until one fateful day. Jason had been making his way to class with two coffees in hand, one for you and one for himself, when he’d overheard two people deep in conversation. He’d never been one to eavesdrop, but when he heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t help himself
“That poor girl, she has absolutely no idea what she’s getting herself into,” one of them said. The other hummed in agreement, pity laced in his voice 
“She thinks she’s doing a good thing, being friends with him and all, but he’s just going to break her heart like he did Reyna’s. Jason Grace is no good.”
He nearly dropped his coffees. Suddenly, all the confidence he’d built came crumbling down, being quickly replaced with those walls he knew all too well, the only things he could trust other than you. Since he loved you so dearly, this was for the best. You’d find some other guy to befriend eventually. If all of Camp Jupiter could replace him after years of service, who’s to say you couldn’t after a couple months of being friends?
Coincidentally, you happened to be looking for Jason when you saw him standing there, a blank look on his face - the same one people had warned you about in your first year at NRU. This time, however, they didn’t have a fighting chance in fooling you. Even without your powers from being Psyche’s daughter, you knew Jason was a sweet guy with the kindest heart
“Jason, are you alright?” You asked, reaching to place a tender hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and your face dropped as you tuned into his feelings and realised the old Jason was making a comeback. It’s not like he’d ever been gone, no one ever gets rid of lifelong trauma and horrible experiences that quickly, but Jason’s aura hadn’t felt that self-loathing in a very long time
Looking behind you, you saw a couple give you a pitying look and the pieces clicked immediately. Scowling at them, you took Jason by the arm and dragged him to that garden where you first spoke. The garden that was no longer just your spot
“Whatever they said, I don’t care,” you told him, “they’re wrong, Jason. You can’t listen to them. From the moment I met you I knew they were wrong. Don’t let them win.” His eyes stared into yours, completely emotionless. His guard was up, and you didn’t know why (slight btd ref!!). Didn’t he trust you? 
His voice monotone, Jason replied, “this isn’t just about them, Y/N. You have no idea what I’ve been through. You don’t deserve to have to deal with that, it could affect you too. You could be making so many friends right now and yet you haven’t, because you chose to stick with me.”
The tension rose between you and you knew there was only one thing you could do: succumb to the pull he had on you once and for all. Grabbing him by the collar, you pulled Jason closer to you and kissed him fiercely
When you pulled away, you took a second to take in Jason’s dishevelled look before replying, “I don’t care. I’ll choose to stick with you in every lifetime.”
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jgracie · 2 hours
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whatever u do do NOT think ab percy coming back to his moms apartment when she has paul & estelle and realizing he no longer fit into her life + these lyrics
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sally and paul and estelle would of course let him stay (in fact they’d LOVE for him to stay!!!!!) but percy can’t help but see himself as a burden. his mom spent 17-18 years suffering because of him the least he can do is distance himself now that she finally has a healthy family (the family she deserved from the beginning)
the girl harmonising w her fan audio is actually sally jackson w percys head in her lap after a post tartarus nightmare humming his childhood fave song to get him to sleep & all of a sudden hes 12 again and his biggest worry is gabe .... all of a sudden shes still working at that candy shop trying not to cry while on her shift when she sees little boys her son's age walk in w loving fathers knowing he'll never have that and its all her fault
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jgracie · 3 hours
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the girl harmonising w her fan audio is actually sally jackson w percys head in her lap after a post tartarus nightmare humming his childhood fave song to get him to sleep & all of a sudden hes 12 again and his biggest worry is gabe .... all of a sudden shes still working at that candy shop trying not to cry while on her shift when she sees little boys her son's age walk in w loving fathers knowing he'll never have that and its all her fault
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jgracie · 3 hours
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my blog = cabin 4
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jgracie · 3 hours
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im gonna write number 5 thank u to every1 who voted!
anw…. please help choose my second post of today
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jgracie · 3 hours
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Here's how I think the aphrodite children would be like.
They're so sweet and nice. Your missed a button when buttoning your shirt. No worries they pull you aside and tell you. You have a stain on the back of your pants. They'll give you their jacket to tie around your waist.
They love giving compliments. They love your skirt they chase you down and tell you. They love how you did your hair they'll ask you to show them how to do it.
They love getting compliments. If you tell them you like the shirt you thrifted their going to take you thrifting. You like the shoes the bought guess what their taking you to the exact store they got them from.
They love making accessories. They spend basically their whole day make bracelets, necklaces, bags, hair accessories. They're really good at sewing, knitting, and crocheting. They love making their own clothes.
They love giving people gifts. Whether it's a friendship bracelet, or a shirt that doesn't fit them, or a shirt that would totally be your style that they thrift.
They love thrifting if you can't tell. Any chance they get they go thrifting. They take anyone along with them if they're free. (They totally dragged Mr. D along once and now he loves thrifting.)
They are apart of the welcome committee along with the hestia cabin. The whole cabin brings a stuffed animal and some bracelets for them. And they give the new camper a bunch of hugs.
They're actually pretty good fighters. And they're pretty good at trash talking. Don't worry though they only trash talk monsters.(Once a aphrodite kid trash talked a monster so good that the monster just disintegrated on the spot from just they're words.)
They are camp half-bloods peace keepers. They help with cabin problems. Like the time the hermes cabin rigged water balloons with glitter in the ares cabin. They make sure that the different cabins don't murder each other.
They'll help anyone. You can't get your eyeliner straight no worries they'll help. You accidentally ripped your sweater no worries they'll sew it up for you.
They love sleepovers. They watch chick flicks, rom-coms, the power puff girls, the carebear TV show, and the occasional scary movie. Everyone is welcome. Once they fit 4 campers on a top bunk. (No one fell off.) They'll do everyone's makeup. And they stole snacks from the kitchen. They'll have fruits,cheese, crackers, chocolate, and they'll have water to drink. They pull an occasional all nighter. Once they had so many campers come to a sleep over they had to move to the amphitheater.
They're basically the camps big brothers and sisters. They hype campers up. They give out so many hugs. One time two the aphrodite kids went to the infirmary because they gave too many hugs.
They are in charge of the arts and craft building. They'll hangout with campers. They talk, braid hair, teach so campers how to crochet, knit, or sew.
They like some popular trends but usually lean towards older trends. They also come up with they're own trends.
They love helping campers come up with outfits. If you don't know what to wear with you purple leather jacket they'll help you. Don't know which shoes go with your outfit they'll help you.
They're the camp match makers, but not in the "oh yall look cute together" way. It's more the "they both have a crush on each other" way. And how they know who likes who is because they are the leaders of the gossip ring.
That's all I could think of. I hope yall like it. I might do a poll to see which God or goddess to do next.
@jgracie
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jgracie · 5 hours
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omg also just psa if ur a writer and feel like ur not getting much engagement please check the tags to make sure ur showing up + check ur blog visibility settings cz majority on the time it’s that !!!!
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jgracie · 5 hours
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OMG TODAY IS APRIL 29
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jgracie · 5 hours
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How I think blank gods children would be like
Artemis
Hebe
Hestia
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jgracie · 6 hours
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can anyone literally ANYONE send me requests for smth they want me to write PLEASE I'M BEGGIN 😭 I'm getting this sudden wave of motivation but no idea what to write about (send help)
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(sorry moots to bother but I need ppl to see this: @sunnitheapollokid @thesnshinee @graceslcver @gentlehue @chrissturniolosbaby-mama @exclusivecolette @ssparksflyy @mattslutt @coolestgirlintheworld112 @summerssover @sturnparx @ghostlyloversworld @percyluvr @sturn777 @lovely-calypso @secret-sturniolo @imawhoreforchris @woodlandwrites @thenickgirl @suyqa @sweetstars-posts @nickgetsmewetter @evrithingbagel @blondbrat )
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jgracie · 6 hours
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OK I'm back from researching hebe and here's what I think her kids would be like.
They'd come off as childish. They'd could make friends with anyone. They'd look a lot younger than they actually were. They're style would be very kid-core. And they'd keep anything from their childhood. They have boxes of stuff in the back of their closets under their beds.
They'd be clumsy. They'd always be tripping over their shoes, roots, their feet, the air you get the point. They'd have bruises and scratches. I pretty sure they would have a cot dedicated to them in the infirmary.
Their very creative. They practically live in the arts and crafts building. Their cabin is litter with drawing, crafts, games they've come up with. Their cabin is super clutter they don't get rid of anything.
They can get mad really easily. The younger kids have thrown lots of tantrums. But they calm down if you leave them alone in their cabin for a but.
They'd totally be friends with the Artemis cabin. They'd see them as their older siblings. The younger children of hebe would run up and show an Artemis kid their art of craft.
They're super hyper. You find them running all over the place play games, chasing each other, and doing task and running errands for chiron. (More on that in a minute.) Their climbing trees. The only ones who can get them to sit still is their older siblings or the Artemis cabin.
They'd be chaotic fighters. They're all over the place. One second they're taking down a monster that snuck up behind you and the next their halfway across the battle field.
They look so innocent but they're actually chaotic little demon gremlins. They're helping the hermes cabin pull off pranks.
They can have a drop of sugar and go absolutely wild. They're running around screaming for a hour and then they go into a sugar coma.
The only people who can keep them calm are their older siblings and you guess it the Artemis cabin. Their older siblings and the Artemis cabin totally use them to do their bidding.
The older children of hebe often run errands for chiron. And they love being busy. They totally make it a challenge to see who can get the most errands done for chiron.
They are very competitive but more in the childish way of "I bet I can run faster than you" or "I can climb higher than you". They're always coming up with competitions to do with their siblings.
Their in the infirmary a lot. Like I said before they have their on designated cot. Everyone in the cabin has at least broken a bone once. They get hurt a lot. They can literally hurt themselves on air. (Seriously chiron, Mr. D, and the apollo cabin have considered wrapping them all up in bubble wrap.) The longest a child of hebe didn't enter the infirmary was a day.
That's all I could think of. I seriously thought this would be super short. Let me know what god or goddess you want me to do next.
@somewhereincairparavel
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