Leo Valdez *:

leo valdez ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

𓏲𓏸˙˖ diary of a leo valdez

Hey, I love your writing. I was curious if you were taking requests at the moment. If you are would you be comfortable doing something with Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo or Will Solace with a partner who is FTM? Love your writing, hope you have a great day

hi! thank you for your request! unfortunately I’m not entirely comfortable with the request, because I’m not part of the LGBTQ+ community and do not have the knowledge or experience to write about it. sorry and thank you for understanding!

this looked really fun so I wanted to try it out too!

moots tagging if you haven't done it yet and would like to: @stars-tonight, @valsverse, @soft-likethesunset, @iloveyapping, @luvusrry

Thought I'd create one of these cause I haven't seen/done one in a while

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-Famous Painting

Search each topic and put the first picture that shows up

Here are mine:

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bookworm ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

percy jackon x bookworm!reader backtrack: "this love", taylor swift inspiration: I like reading

“babe.”

“babe.”

“baaaabbyyy.”

you blinked in surprise at the voice, looking up from your book. your boyfriend percy was sprawled upside-down on your bed, staring at you. he wore a pout on his face.

“what’s up, perce?” you asked absent-mindedly. “something wrong?”

“pay attention to me,” he whined. “you’ve been staring at that book all day.”

“perce, it’s barely been thirty minutes since dinner,” you reminded him gently. “and I haven’t had a chance to read yet today.”

“who would willingly choose to read?” percy sounded scandalized.

“me, perce,” you said, laughing a little. you were lucky to not have dyslexia like most demigods. it gave you the gift of calmness, patience, and peace. and it gave you the chance to read. “just because you can’t read doesn’t mean I can’t either.” you refocused on your book, almost missing percy’s exaggerated eye roll. (almost.)

he was strangely quiet after that, if not only for a few minutes. then suddenly your book was whisked out of your hands. your head snapped up to find it dangling in percy’s hands. “forget your book for a minute,” he pleaded. “I wanna hold you.”

you sighed, standing up. “give me the book back, perce,” you said. “let me finish the chapter, at least.”

you engaged in a little staring contest, which you won. percy sighed, handing the book back to you, and plopped back down onto your bed, defeated. “you promise?” he asked.

you couldn’t help but laugh at your touch-starved boyfriend. “promise,” you said.

“bookworm,” percy muttered, crossing his arms like a little kid. but he obediently kept himself entertained (by throwing the comforter up into the air and trying to slide under it so it covered him perfectly) as you quietly read your book.

finally, you finished your chapter, closing your book softly. percy was laying in bed, almost ready to sleep after tiring himself out. he blinked slowly at you, holding out his arms. you grinned--percy never went to sleep if he wasn’t holding you tightly--and made your way over to the bed, sliding in next to him. immediately percy’s arms went around your waist; he tugged you close to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head. “was the story good?” he asked finally, reluctantly.

you smiled into his chest. “yeah,” you answered. you wanted to rant all about your book to percy, to marvel at the beautiful imagery and laugh and cry about the fleshed-out characters. but percy had never been a reader, and you knew he was only asking because he knew you liked talking about your books. you hugged him back, and he tangled your legs together under the comforters. “this is nice,” he murmured sleepily. “holding you. talking. so much better than reading, wouldn’t you say?”

you smiled lovingly up at him, brushing some hair out of his eyes. “yeah,” you whispered. “this is the best.”

divider by @strangergraphics

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I don’t know if I’ve said this yet but my inbox is always open for conversations and requests! feel free to send me anything, I’d love to interact with people more!