Thank you so freaking much for the reviews. They were so encouraging that I'm updating so soon after the last chapter. That is really unusual for me. Don't expect too much of it, unless I get encouraged again *hint, hint*? ;)

Amyheroesofolympus, VampirePenguins (I love you so much for reviewing EVERYTHING) and impulsesoflife (darling, I LIVE for long, crazy reviews) all either liked the Jasper in this or wanted a Jasper next, so here ya go. But it's still got a lot of Percabeth.

One insult in the following fic belongs to Simon Cowell.

Still rated T/M (I guess…?)

Warning: cheesy fluff up ahead, even though gothic Piper hates it. Features punk! Piper, jock! Jason.

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Everything Has Changed.

Pairing: Mainly Jasper, but with a dash of side Percabeth too.

Rating: T/M (for language and adult themes)

Summary: Jason didn't usually go for badass girls like Piper. She was all attitude, piercings and tattoos, while the most interesting thing about smartass Jason was that he was somehow the star of the football team. But by some miracle, they worked. And just maybe they were actually good for each other. Title inspired by Taylor Swift.

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Piper's phone started blaring out the chorus of Twin Skeletons by Fall Out Boy just as she was absorbed in the process of sliding the zipper of Jason's pants down. Groaning in frustration, she reluctantly abandoned her post between his legs and crawled up his body to peck his lips in apology. Her blue tipped uneven hair brushed his bare chest, making him shudder in anticipation.

She smirked in victory. Between them, it was always a constant game of who would fall first; of who would give in quicker. And he was just way too easy.

Reaching out to the bedside table, she scooped up her iPhone just as it reached its fourth ring. Without bothering to look at the caller ID, she pressed the green button, keeping her bright, awake eyes on Jason's face as he stared at her. His startling blue eyes were glazed over, half closed and his lips were slightly parted, breaths uneven and shallow as the pads of his fingers stroked the side of her arm tenderly as if to say, just give me a moment; need to get my breath back. But oh, God, did he look gorgeous.

"Hello?"

"Oh my God, please tell me I'm not interrupting anything."

"Of course you are, Annabeth dear. My dad's not at home and I've got a shirtless and near pant-less Jason Grace in my bed; what do you expect?"

"Fair enough. But please don't talk about my best friend like that, it's revolting."

"Please," Piper scoffed. "You would be saying the same thing if Percy was spread out on your bed like some sort of delectable dessert."

Jason made a low sound of protest (he still seemed incapable of speaking, Piper was proud to notice) and lightly pinched the soft skin of her upper arm. With narrowed eyes, he cleverly skimmed his nails up Piper's curved, bare waist, his index finger finding its way underneath her bra strap. His finger slowly inched towards her breast, and Piper was embarrassed to find that her breath automatically hitched. She glared at Jason as that slow lazy smirk spread across his face. But she still adored that smirk, since it was provocative, sexy, sweet and just 100% Jason.

"Piper, tell Jason to stop doing whatever he's doing. I can hear your breathing getting heavier, and it's scarring me."

"...It was an intense make out, okay?"

"Alright, alright, not judging you."

Her impatience (and desire; Jason's hand, which was palming her covered breast from underneath the fabric, was doing amazing yet frustrating things to her control, and she had to bite her lip from letting a moan escape) growing, Piper hotly asked, "what the hell are you interrupting my make out session for, Chase?" Piper slapped Jason's hand away from her chest, forcing him to settle both palms on the curves of her hips.

"Correction: sex session." Piper could literally hear Annabeth's smirk through the line. "I need to ask Jason about some maths homework since Percy was paying more attention to my curls so he has no clue, and I'm pretty sure you're not much different."

"Yeah, I am absolutely obsessed with your gorgeous blonde curls."

"I meant you probably weren't paying attention either."

"You know, your curls are almost as silky and luscious as Leo's, so you should be really proud." Piper grinned. "You should ask him what shampoo he uses."

"Probably L'Oréal, judging by the vastness of his feminine side."

Piper laughed, but halted abruptly when the sounds similar to someone screaming while giving birth rang into her ears. "…Please tell me that's not what I think it is."

She could hear Annabeth sighing heavily. "He's in the shower. I'm in his room on his bed. And I swear to God I'm going deaf here."

Piper groaned in frustration. It had taken her years to stop Percy from attempting to sing. Years and a lot of convincing that girls only liked it when punk guys who could actually sing decided to belt out some heartfelt lyrics. Sure, Percy could definitely rock a guitar and maybe spring up some hip hop dance moves, but singing… not his forte. Whenever he did, people around him died due to blood loss via ears. Piper would know; she had had first-hand experience. "For fuck's sake, Annabeth, get in there and make him shut the hell up."

"Ugh, don't say stuff like that," Annabeth said, sounding disgusted. Piper could hear the faint sounds of someone howling through the phone.

"God, he sounds worse than he did three years ago," she remarked. "Like a cat in a vacuum." There was a pause, and then a faint sound like a strangled cat came through the phone. Oh, the irony. "Wait, is he crying?" Piper asked disbelievingly.

Annabeth sighed. "You know this song makes him emotional."

"…So punk."

"Tell me about i- oh, just hang on a sec."

"I hope you're going to shut him up," Piper said as she heard the sounds of footsteps and of the running water increasing in volume; a sign that Annabeth was heading towards the bathroom. "Just make sure you hang up before you guys decide to do anything."

The sound of a door opening was heard, and the rush of water became significantly water. Unfortunately, so did Percy's screaming. "But the sun rolling high, through the sapphire sky…"

His voice was becoming louder, and then Piper realized that he was building up momentum for a reason. "Oh, shit, Annabeth-"

"Keeps great and small on the endless round…"

Jason just managed to push the hand holding Piper's phone away from her ear before catastrophe struck.

"IT'S THE CIRCLE OF LIIIIIFE!" Both Percy and Annabeth's screaming voices echoed through the line. "AND IT MOVES US AAALL!"

They were so off-key Piper didn't even have the heart to tell them so. Which was a surprise.

"THROUGH DESPAIR AND HOOO-"

Then Piper hung up and tossed the phone onto the carpeted floor. Groaning, she laid her head on Jason's chest, whom she wanted to applaud for his patience. "Goddammit, my ears," she moaned in despair. "I think I need an ophthalmologist."

"You mean an otolaryngologist."

"Ugh, whatever." Jason's chuckle vibrated through his chest, making Piper shiver on top of him. And then, of course, something else interrupted them. Jason instantly handed his phone to Piper after checking the caller ID, and put it to her ear before she could deny it.

The sound of Percy's disastrous, nightmarish singing could still be heard faintly, but it wasn't as loud. The sound of water was still loud though, so Piper knew Annabeth was still in the bathroom. "So," Annabeth stated, out of breath from the screeching. "Now that I've officially ruined your sex drive, can I please speak to my best friend?"

"…Smart, Annie."

"Well, they don't call me smartass for nothing."

"Hey, Wise Girl?" Percy's voice suddenly interrupted Piper before she could make an excuse to hang up. "Wanna join me?" Piper could literally visualize him making his world famous pout and waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Percy, I'm on the phone."

Percy hadn't seemed to have heard her. "Oh, come on, Annabeth, we could sing some more."

"Percy-"

"Shut the fuck up before I start before Jason gets to see what I had for dinner," Piper finished for Annabeth, loud enough for Percy to hear over the water.

"Thank you, Piper," Annabeth said. "Now please hand the phone to Jason before we start singing the chorus again."

Rolling her eyes (but honestly, she feared for her ears), Piper handed the phone to Jason, who took it from her. Homework, she mouthed, and he nodded.

"Stop doing homework, Annabeth. It's a weekend."

Upon hearing those words, Piper internally threw a bunch of confetti, popped a party popper and tossed rose petals everywhere (sure, not very punk, but they were black petals, in her defence). Jason was a sucker for completing homework first thing on weekends (much to the disappointment of Piper; she would much rather have other, more enjoyable alternate situations taking place on her bed rather than having countless sheets of papers strewn across the covers), and Piper was surprised to discover he fell a little bit more on the nerdy side, despite what his appearance and talents said otherwise.

Anytime Piper had ever seen caught a glimpse of him in the hallways at school, she fully expected him to be like any other hot, blonde football player: one of those careless jocks, gaining enjoyment from harshly ripping the hearts of girls then stomping on them (their hearts, not the girls). But Jason was different. He was quiet, reserved (way too uptight, according to Piper) and hardworking, but still came across as a leader. He genuinely cared. He was known as the one football player who hasn't actually played anyone yet. That was the reason why he had caught Piper's eye in the first place. Well, besides the fact that her best friend was dating his best friend and that they often had to awkwardly watch them suck face, but that part wasn't so important.

Plus, his ass definitely looked better than the other guys when he was down on the field, those snug white tights taut on his legs and hugging his behind deliciously. Piper was pretty sure she kept more of her gaze on his butt than the actual game; a painful fact Percy constantly felt the need to keep reminding her of. But she was a seventeen year old teenager struggling to keep hold of her punk, hard core reputation but with an undeniably gorgeous boyfriend, so sue her.

Hearing Jason outright tell Annabeth to literally not do her homework made an unexpected wave of satisfaction roll through Piper. Jason definitely needed to loosen up and stop over working himself, and maybe be a normal teenager for once. The only club he had ever been to was the one where Percy had to literally drag him to and he had first spoken to Piper. The word party was literally not even present in his vast vocabulary, much to the disappointment of Percy, Leo and Piper. Sure, maybe growing up with Annabeth did that to you, but Piper had immediately made it her personal mission to change Jason's overly serious, no- fun and sucker-for-rules demeanour.

"Annabeth, we still have two days until school." There was a pause as he listened to Annabeth speak, and Piper had a fair idea what she was talking about when Jason winced. "No, Annabeth, I am not ditching my homework." He ran his hand through his tousled blonde hair (courtesy of Piper's hands). "Homework isn't the only thing you can do on weekends, Annie. Go have sex with Percy; I'm sure he's waiting to get laid." Jason squeezed his eyes shut immediately after those words escaped his mouth, and Piper was sure he was definitely regretting speaking. Shit, he mouthed. "Annabeth, I have to go now, I will not help you until Sunday, so forget about it. Bye." He finished forcefully and hung up.

Groaning, he repeatedly hit the back of his head against the pillow underneath. "She's gonna give me so much shit the next time I see her." He abruptly stopped his motions when he caught a glimpse of Piper's evil smirk. "What?"

Piper leaned down and grabbed his wrists, easing them up until they were above it head. Straddling his waist, she moved closer until their noses touched. "Just thinking about how much I'm changing you."

Jason looked slightly alarmed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Piper chuckled against his mouth and gently bit down on his lower lip. "If it's because of me, it's definitely good."

Jason gently pulled one stud of the lip ring on the left corner of her lower lip into his mouth, making Piper shiver. Sure, she might be the badass with the tattoos and piercings in the relationship, but he still knew how to reduce her to a pile of shuddering mush within seconds.

Jason pulled back and stared at her. "So you think it's a good idea if I'm not the sensible one in this relationship?"

"Well, duh. You need some fun in your life. You need to take a couple of risks."

"I'm taking a pretty damn big risk right now, if you ask me."

"Mmm?" Piper teased, her voice quiet, as she pressed her lips to his and slipped her tongue in between his lips, making him gasp. When she pulled away, much too soon, Jason groaned in frustration. "And what might that be?"

"I'm dating you, aren't I?"

"Point. I'm such a bad girl you just couldn't resist."

"True," he agreed as his hands wandered to her back, brushing up the feather imprinted into her skin which ran up her right shoulder blade. Surprisingly, he managed to unhook the strap of her simple black bra with minimal fumbling, and he slipped the frustrating garment down her arms and off her chest.

After sliding his skilful tongue down the tattoo on the side of her neck while squeezing her breasts making Piper moan, he pulled her back down for a slow, languid kiss, his strong hands fisting into the remaining hair on the right side of her head, which streamed down her right shoulder and reached near her waist. His other hand reached up to smooth the pad of his thumb along the left side of her scalp which was shaved.

Piper was reaching down to finally push his unzipped jeans down his hips along with his boxers when Jason spoke again, against the loop in her right eyebrow. "We're both even then."

Piper looked at him, still a little dazed by his unbelievably spine-tingling kissing skills (although she would never admit it.) "Mmm?"

He smiled at her tenderly, and Piper was surprised that she hadn't freaked out and screamed at his overly sappiness. "I'm changing you too. I'm making you less punk, see? Less hard-core."

"I'm still a troubled delinquent, though, who can fuck anyone up," Piper assured him through a sly grin.

"Yeah, I know. But I don't feel like you're some rock-hard punk with a black leather jacket, countless badass tattoos and piercings and a hot undercut who's incapable of emotion."

"Hey, are we still having this serious conversation about my personality or something else down there which seems a bit, um, rock hard?" Piper asked, smirking down at Jason as he bit his lip when she brushed a hand against him over his jeans. There was a short pause as his jeans and underwear slid down his legs. "So my punk look makes me look like a hot badass, huh?"

"It makes you look like you can take care of yourself," he managed to reply, still a little shocked by Piper's sudden move.

"Yet you still don't let me go through dark alleyways alone," Piper reminded him, rolling her eyes. "Even though I've done it countless times before."

"Hey, if you're dating me, you have to suffer from my irritating overprotectiveness."

Piper smiled against the hard panes of his chest, because she secretly loved it when he became all overprotective. The feeling that someone who loved her and was looking out for her was oddly comforting. Sure, she had Percy, but it was different since she had known the boy since they were five. And the only family she had was her dad, and he acted like he didn't even know she was alive.

But now she had Jason too.

Piper was sliding her tongue along the the panes and ridges of Jason's hard abdomen (because, god, was he ripped) while Jason panted from above her when his ringtone Superheroes started ringing. They both groaned in unison, and Piper laid the side of her head against Jason's chest where she could still both feel and hear his heart hammering as he answered the call, working to get his breathing back under his hand. "If it's Annabeth, don't answer," she breathed against his skin.

Jason waited for a moment to get his breathing under control, then answered.

"Hey, Thals."

Feeling a little devious, Piper slipped her hand down between them and lightly slid a finger up his length, making him abruptly twitch and let out ragged exhale.

He sent her a death glare as he listened to what his sister was saying. "Yeah, yeah, okay, I'll get some painkillers on my way home."

Another pause, and Piper touched him again but he reached down to grab her hand and held onto it tightly, preventing her from torturing him any further.

"No, I can't get them now, I'm with Piper." Jason cringed and held the phone a little way away from his ear. Piper could almost hear his sister screaming. "But it's not my fault you're a woman and you bleed from weird places!" Piper struggled to stifle her laugh against his skin. Sometimes, he was just too forthright. "Okay, okay, stop yelling! I'm coming, I'm on my way." Without another word, he hung up and pulled Piper up so their foreheads were touching.

"Sorry," he murmured against her lips, apparently having forgotten about her evil assault from just a few seconds ago. That was her Jason; all sweet and angelic and forgiving. "Thalia needs stuff which are apparently, and I quote, 'fucking lifesavers to stop her uterus from crushing her insides'."

Piper laughed against his lips. "Okay, that, I can understand." She pulled back and rolled over to the other side of the queen sized bed (advantage of having a super-rich dad) onto her back, allowing Jason to get up. He sat up and stretched, the muscles in his back moving and rippling deliciously. As he stood up and leaned down to retrieve his boxers and jeans from where they lay next to the bed, Piper couldn't stop her gaze from travelling to his behind, and holy shit, that ass. He shifted slightly, feeling her gaze on him. Slipping his clothes on, he turned. His eyes skimmed her body and he stared for a moment at how she was spread out across her bed, still bare from the waist up. He leaned down and pressed his soft, warm lips to hers in a quick yet meaningful kiss. Piper lifted a hand and reached behind him while he was distracted to lightly slap his clothed ass, because really, he literally was irresistible.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked as he pulled back and yanked the covers up, shielding her body from the cold air and tucking the quilt around her neck.

"Hmm," Piper replied. She managed to snag another kiss before he stood up, threw her another sweet smile then made his way out of her bedroom door. And yeah, if she couldn't resist smiling cheesily after him anymore and Jason was actually turning down homework, maybe they were changing each other.

Piper didn't usually go for quiet, smartass guys like Jason. She was all fiery attitude with leather jackets, piercings and tattoos, while the most interesting thing about Jason was that he was somehow the star of the football team. But by some miracle, they worked. And just maybe they were actually good for each other.

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