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leo calls percy one of his hoes and percy calls leo his pimp
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Gowns and Daggers | L.V.
📝 Title: Gowns and Daggers
📚 Requested: Yes/No
✍ Summary: It's prom night at Camp Half Blood
When you were a child of one of the 12 major god or goddess of Olympus, having a “normal life” seems like a far fetched fantasy land.
So, when Chiron and Mr. D suddenly decided it was nice to throw a prom night at Camp Halfblood to “give y’all a break” - it was as if Hades had just announced that every monster in existence has been banished to the Underworld.
You, Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper had taken it upon your selves to make sure that it would surely be a night to remember for all of you.
Then, after 2 months of waiting, the night of your lives had finally come.
“Pipes, how long is this still going to take?” You asked as the daughter of Aphrodite added what seemed to be the hundredth layer of lipstick on you.
“Just a minute, I promise.” She answered, “I just want to add on a bit of glitter to give emphasis on your lips.”
“And done!” Piper grinned, her own makeup adding to her natural beauty as she handed you a mirror, “What do you think?”
A smile immediately broke out on your lips as you inspected yourself in the mirror, “It’s amazing! Thank you so much, Pipes.”
“We’re ready to go, aren’t we?” Hazel asked, glancing at the clock, you had 5 more minutes before you were due at the Big House.
“C’mon Annabeth!” You called out, “There’s no point in delaying it any further. Let’s see the dress.”
Although you girls went dress shopping together, Annabeth insisted on keeping hers a secret.
“Fine!” She grumbled before stepping out into the open.
With the pitch of all three of your screams of delight, it was a surprise no one came running thinking you guys were in trouble.
A blush immediately rose up to Annabeth’s cheeks as she gave a twirl in the sea blue dress she was wearing, “You can’t be that serious.”
“Girl, I’m telling you, if Percy doesn’t faint at the sight of you - I’m keeping you all to myself tonight.” Piper said.
“And what about Jason?” You asked, giving her a teasing smile.
She merely twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger, “Who says I can’t have both.”
“Piper Mclean!” You scolded, hitting her with a pillow as the group bursted into laughter.
“And how about you and Mr. Valdez?” Hazel now directed the attention to you.
It was your turn to blush, “What about it? It’s not like he’s my date or anything.”
As the saying goes, truth hurts. Out of the four girls in your friend group, you were the only one single and without a date.
But, who cares? It’s not like you’ve been crushing on Leo for a year and 6 months.
“Oh please, he would literally give anything you want on bended knee.” Piper protested.
“I bet you 10 drachma he’ll make a move tonight.” Annabeth challenged.
Before you could even say anything in reply, Hazel and Piper already placed their bets.
You rolled your eyes at their antics, “Let’s go. We’re going to be late.”
—
Kudos to the Hephaestus and Aphrodite cabins, in a matter of 12 hours, the Big House was practically unrecognizable.
“Are you sure this is the Big House?” Hazel asked, looking around the place in awe, “For what we know the Athena cabin would have built an auditorium here or something.”
“I’m pretty sure..” You trailed off.
Suddenly you heard a thud, followed by the roaring laughter of Leo, Jason, and Frank. Turning around you saw Percy on the floor, seemingly knocked unconscious with a blushing Annabeth and Piper with a teasing smile.
“Looks like you called it, Pipes.” Hazel said, trying not to laugh along.
“Better call Will.” You said, “Unless Annabeth wants to lug around an unconscious boyfriend the whole night.”
“Dancing sounds a lot better.” Annabeth agreed as the both of you set off to find Will.
–
“What happened to you, Valdez? Cat got your tongue?” Jason asked, diverting the attention from unconscious Percy.
“What?” Leo asked, turning to look at Jason after being snapped out of his trance.
“Y/N left a minute ago. Went to get Will.” Frank explained.
“Yeah,” Leo nodded, running a hand through his hair, “I knew that.”
“Uh huh.” Piper’s tone told everyone just how unconvinced she was, “Was she wearing a necklace?”
“Yeah.” Leo answered without a second thought, “The locket I gave her a year ago.”
“She was?” Frank said, “I never noticed.”
‘That doesn’t prove anything.” Leo protested despite the heat on his cheeks.
“If you say so. Just remember what Percy taught you about slow dancing.” Hazel teased as everyone laughed.
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30 minutes later, Percy has now regained consciousness and his arm has never left Annabeth’s waist. Jason and Piper have been in the middle of the dance floor since the music started playing while Frank and Hazel are taking pictures of Nico and Will.
“Beautiful night isn’t it?” A voice appeared next to you as Leo grinned, hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.
“Definitely.” You agreed, looking around at the place filled with nothing but laughter and excitement, “I don’t think any night could be better than this.”
“I know how it can be even better.” Leo interjected, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
“How?” You hoped this would lead where you were hoping that it would.
He started fiddling with the hem of suit jacket, “If you would dance with me.”
A small flame bursted out on a strand of his hair as his face started turning red, “I mean if you want to. I’m not saying that you would dance with me, not that I’d force you to. But, if you want then it’d make me really happy but if-”
You giggled, gently patting his hair to extinguish the flame, “Yes Leo, I will dance with you.”
“Really?” He asked, not believing his luck.
“Of course.” Your heart started racing as you grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
His eyes widened as he placed his hand on your waist and you rested your hands on his shoulders.
“You have a dagger strapped to your waist?” Leo asked in complete shock.
“We’re demigods.” You answered nonchalantly, “And you literally make these weapons.”
“I know.” He said, “But you’re wearing a gown and you have a weapon strapped inside.”
You shrugged, “So? You never know when the monsters are going to attack. Better to be safe than sorry.”
Leo smiled, shaking his head fondly as he spun you around in time with the beat.
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PIED PIPER.
Changbin x reader. (s,f)
Synopsis: Campus’s heartbreaker Changbin lost a bet that oblige him to be a nude model for an art class where he meets you and you impress him, impress him enough that he tries to charm you into his arms. (16,1k words)
Author's note: I am so bad at writing "bad boy" but here you go, hope you like! :)
It all started with a bet, a foolish bet.
If his friends didn't get him drunk one night and made him talk shit that ended up with him agreeing to a bet, he wouldn't be standing outside the art class with an unlit cigarette dangling between his teeth.
He leans against the tree trunk with one foot bouncing against the ground, nervous.
Changbin keeps telling himself that he got a reputation to keep.
He's the campus' playboy slash heartbreaker, everyone knows better to stay away from him if they don't want to get their heart broken.
Some people though just couldn't resist his charms.
You can't blame them because Changbin is, in fact, a charmer.
He's extremely attractive, with dark hair and strong jaws, a muscular body that he shows off just enough to get people's attention, he keeps intense and engaging eye contact with anyone he talks to, he has a charming smile and infectious laugh, but his powerful weapon lies in his words, he's so well-spoken, he lures people with his spellbinding words that come out of his full, plump lips and the next thing you'll know, you get your heart broken the next day.
In conclusion, he's the human personification of a pied piper.
But today, he is needed for his body, not his outstanding verbal skill.
That's why he's nervous and his foot starts bouncing again.
Changbin gets tempted to light his cigarette and he was about to take a lighter out of his leather jacket pocket when someone calls him to come into the class.
He puts the cigarette back into his pocket instead and programs his brain to set his body to its usual setting of cocky grins and confident strides as he walks into the art class.
The students are ready with their easels and canvases in front of them.
He takes a quick scan of everyone and not long after, hears a few of them gasping in surprise, whispering, and silently making eye contact with him, well, it's clear that he didn't need to question his popularity.
Everyone knows who he is and one corner of his mouth curls into a satisfied grin.
The instructor briefly smiles at Changbin while gesturing for him to take place next to her which is the center of the room with a white platform that he guesses is where he would be for the next 2 hours.
"This is our model for today," she announces to the whole class and Changbin dares to look back at them, fortunately, some of the faces are hidden behind their canvases.
"You can start undressing now," she orders him with such coy as if she isn't just asking him to strip all of his clothes off in front of twenty or so people.
Changbin slides down his jacket and a wave of low laughter comes from everyone in the room.
The instructor blushes and taps his shoulder, "there's a changing room there!" She points to a small room in the corner of the class.
He feels stupid but he holds his calm face to mask his embarrassment and walks there, locking the door behind him then slaps himself on the face.
There's a robe and slippers prepared for him, he gets undressed the put them on. But before he gets out, he takes a look at his body.
Sighing in wonder because his muscles looked exceptionally glorious today, it was the right decision to train his chest muscles last night.
One more look in the mirror and he gets the assurance that he doesn't need to be insecure about his body, he knows he'll never fit into everyone's standard but he feels good about himself.
That's why girls are crazy for him. He is so sure of himself and it shows.
The instructor is already waiting for him and walks up to him to deliver a few instructions before he shows everyone his birthday suit.
"I hope you have four poses ready," she says while looking at him with a very apparent doubt on her face.
Posing? That's easy. Changbin says in his head.
"Yeah," he answers.
"You have to hold the pose for 15 to 20 minutes and we'll take breaks in between," the instructor informs him.
He nods, taking his duty too easily but still, he puts on a smile for the instructor.
Seeing that Changbin has no problem or shows any signs of nerves, the instructor lets him go, "You may start!"
Changbin takes heavy strides to the platform to where he should pose, he reminds himself not to be ashamed of his body
He works to get this body, countless hours spent in the gym to get all this. He worked hard for this, therefore he has no reason to be ashamed at all!
When he thought about all that, he gets a boost of confidence, he climbs onto the platform and takes off his robe, slowly so as not to be seen rushed or jittery.
To his surprise, everyone is even calmer than him and it's probably not their first time seeing a nude model.
Changbin's mind is blank for a second then it hits him that he hasn't thought of the first pose yet. He awkwardly turns his body to the side and bends his knee a little.
His hand? What to do with his hand? He simply put it on his waist and there it is, the pose. Not the best one, but he gets 15 minutes to think of what pose he should do.
It's so quiet in there that he can hear every stroke of pencil or paintbrush on the canvas, the sound of when someone erases something on their drawing makes him think if anything on him is wrong.
The quiet also makes him aware of his presence, naked with not even a thread to cover his honey skin or even his private parts. He's not allowed to move so he can see much but know that all the eyes are on him, observing him.
In the second pose, he gets a little more comfortable and the quiet also makes him think out loud, to pass the time he thinks of some ideas to get back to his friends after this.
It took more than two hours and he is back in the changing room, he worked out a lot so he finds it weird that his knees are shaking just from standing and posing.
"Here's for you!"
Changbin is surprised with a bottle of juice when he gets out of the changing room.
He takes it as soon as he realizes that he might be dehydrated, that's why he's shaking.
"Thanks!"
"I suggest when you do standing pose, do not let your knees lockout," you said, shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.
Changbin doesn't get what you mean by what you're saying and watches you get your bag from the chair you probably sitting on during class and wave at him.
"Have a good day!"
At first, he thought that you were interested in him, can't blame him to think that way since he's so used to this but then you just left him like that without asking for his number like all the other girls usually did.
Curious, he walks up to where you sat to see your drawing of him on the canvas. He can't recognize himself right away because what he sees is so far from what he sees himself. The monochromatic colors on your charcoal drawing of his figure enhanced every nook and crook of his body, highlighting the features that he thought he doesn't have on him, he looks rather... divine.
He isn't being narcissistic, it's just the way you saw him and drew it onto the canvas.
It makes him question himself if he looks that way in other people's eyes too or only in yours.
-
"Hey!" Changbin greets you while you're washing your paintbrushes under the sink outside the art class.
You look his way and see that it's him, "hi!"
You put all the cleaned paintbrushes in your hands and knock them against the sink to drain some water.
"I saw your drawing of me," he starts and takes a cloth lying next to you that he knows you'll need to dry the paintbrushes.
"Oh?"
Again, Changbin doesn't expect a nonchalant answer like that. He is so used to girls getting chipper around him and when he talks to them, if not overly excited, they get engaged in a flirtatious conversation with him.
"I love it," he says as he takes the paintbrushes from you and dries them for you with the cloth.
"Thanks!" You responded with a small smile.
"I want to thank you for that," he continues and hands you your paintbrushes back.
"Thank me for drawing you for a class?" You asked with a confused look.
It baffles him as well, why should he thank you? You did it to earn credit for the class not exclusively for him.
"Because you draw me really good," he gives the most plausible reason.
"Then you should thank the whole class for that," you said with a smile, putting the brushes into a wooden box.
Changbin takes a breath and tries again, "but your drawing is the one that I found most astounding!"
You turn to face him and wipe your hands on the apron, "that's nice of you!"
Changbin smiles because he finally makes a progress from the smile you gave him. He takes a step closer and leans in close, a method that always works to make hearts flutter.
"I want to thank you with a date," he says, because there's no use in dillydallying, he goes straight to the destination.
You stare into his eyes for a second then say, "Okay."
From the way you responded to him earlier, Changbin got the impression that you're not interested in him but after he gets his answer, he knows his plan is going smoothly as he expected.
"Friday night at 8?" He asks, one eyebrow slightly raises at you.
"Okay," you shortly replied.
See? As easy as snapping his finger then poof, he got what he wants.
Changbin pulls another trick of leaning close to your ear and softly whispers, "I can't wait."
You softly chuckle and take the box of paintbrushes with you, "bye!"
And you leave him again, just like that.
-
You've been waiting for almost half an hour outside Changbin's class sitting on the large window sill and doodling something on your notepad.
When the students start spilling out of the classroom, you crane your neck to find him in the crowd. When you spot him, you grab him by the sleeve of his denim jacket to pull him to the side.
"Hey?!" He says with a mix of confusion and surprise in his facial expression.
"You came too early for the date or you just can't wait to see me?" He asks with a sly, cocky grin.
You understand that you came unannounced but don't expect that his confidence is always this high.
"Yeah, about the date—"
"Bin, aren't you coming?" His friends call him from behind you and you turn around just enough to see them.
"I'll catch up!" Changbin waves them off and turns his attention back to you.
He hoists his bag strap higher on his shoulder, "sorry, what were you saying?" He asks.
"I can't go tonight," you told him.
He seems so calm about it then licks his lips, "why?"
"I asked my co-worker for a change of shift but he refused so..." you trail your words, don't know why you feel bad the more you look into his eyes.
"Unless is it okay with you if we move the date forward to this afternoon?" You offer an idea.
He grabs your elbow and gently pulls you to the side of the corridor to not let everyone passing the hallway brush yours on the way.
"I'd like that," he says and doesn't let go of your elbow, rubbing his thumb over the skin instead.
He leans in close, close enough that you can see his thick, dark eyelashes and they curl so beautifully.
"That's earlier," he adds, when he lets go of your elbow, he plays with the lint on the sleeve of your white t-shirt, "sooner."
It's in the eyes, you tell yourself and your body responds by shifting your eyes elsewhere then rummaging inside your bag for a pen, scribbling an address on your notepad then rip the paper.
"We'll meet here at 4?" You tell him as you hand it to him.
He takes the paper in between his index and middle finger without straying his eyes away from yours
You put your notepad back into your bag in a rush since you're going to be late for your class, "I have to go," you say. His hand is off of you but you feel like he's holding you with his gaze, not letting you leave.
"I have a class," you add even though he didn’t ask nor saying anything to you.
He gives a subtle nod and blinks, breaking the spell, "See you later!"
"See you!" You say back and make a turn to go the other way, chuckling to yourself for finally knowing what the fuss is all about. He really is a charmer.
-
Changbin has to check on the address you gave him multiple times just in case he got it wrong.
It's for a shabby restaurant next to a bus terminal and he can see a lot of bus drivers eating there. He thinks of going back to his car but he sees you waving your hand at him, letting him know that you're there.
This place is definitely not a place to have a date in. It's small and packed, it's noisy, the interior is worn out and the table has a lot of cup rings on it.
"Why? Not the kind of place you have in mind?" You ask him as if you are hearing his thoughts.
He shakes his head, "I've never been here before."
"Clearly!" You say while pouring water into his glass.
"They make the best sesame noodles and the chickens are also good," you tell him, carefully sliding his glass in front of him.
"It's a hidden place. Nice!" He lightly comments.
"But not so hidden, it's right next to the bus station," you point out.
"You came here a lot?"
You nod, "it's a nice way to de-stress, eating spicy food."
"Are you stressed right now?"
"How can I?”You exclaim with a laugh, “I'm having a date with the most attractive guy here."
That makes him a little more proud of himself then looks around the place filled with bus drivers, "that's an honor!" He pokes fun.
You chuckle in response, preparing a set of chopsticks and a spoon for him.
He reckons that if you came here a lot then that means the food is really good because what else would bring you here many times if it's not that? The place isn't that inviting as well.
When the food comes with steam still swirling out of them, Changbin feels intrigued by the mouthwatering smell that entices him to take a quick bite and prove it himself.
You watch him eat and wait for his reaction, "how is it?"
He can't lie that this is one of the best noodles he ever tasted, a smile grows on his face, "it's so good!"
"Try the chickens too!" You take one with your chopstick and place it on his bowl.
He doesn't wait to take a bite and hums in delight.
"Good, right?"
He can't give you a verbal answer with his mouth full of food, so he gives you a nod.
You start to dig into your noodles and from the look of it, he can guess how spicy it would be yet it's tempting him to have a taste.
"Can I try?" He asks.
"But it's spicy," you tell him but slide your bowl toward him.
"I don't know your tolerance for spice but..." your words trailed off as Changbin doesn't wait to eat some of your noodles.
He looks okay at first but once he swallowed it all down, his tongue starts to burn. He's grateful that you immediately hand him a glass full of water for him.
"Are you okay?"
He nods and tries to mask his embarrassment, he continues eating in silence to avoid reliving the moment in his head, focusing on the tasty food in front of him.
Changbin often thinks that he has no weakness, he drives girls crazy not the other way around so there's nothing that would make him get on his knees begging for it. But his taste bud speaks another thing, Changbin has a weakness and it's food.
"You're eating so well," you say.
That's when Changbin realizes that he was so busy eating that he lets the time slip by with you watching him eat.
"It's just so good," he shamelessly admits.
You smile and take a sip of your water, "since I live alone, I miss home food a lot more. How about you?"
He should be the one who asks you questions, well, on every date he had in the past, he was always the one who leads the conversation to control where the date is going and where he wants to take it.
"Now that I'm having this food, I realize how much I missed it," he answers.
"What are you usually having?" You ask while filling your glass with water.
"I usually just eat whatever we have in our shared fridge in the rented house," he answers.
"Oh, you share a house with your friends?"
Changbin once again gets taken aback at how much information he shares with you in less than ten minutes. Maybe it's the way you casually ask him in a nonchalant manner that seeps easily into him.
"Yeah, I'm living in a house with three of my friends," he replies.
"The ones that called you the other day are two of them?"
"Yes."
"Is it exactly what you expected?"
"Huh?"
"Living with your friends?"
He lightly laughs and puts down his chopstick, "I thought it's going to be fun, but it's just a lot of cleaning each other's mess and it's always noisy!"
You laugh along and lean forward on the table, "what's the most fun thing you guys have ever done?"
His head immediately conjures so many memories at once that he has a hard time choosing, "One time we made a water slide that goes down the window of the second floor to the backyard," he laughs to himself as the recollection plays in the back of his head like a film montage.
"That sounds like a lot of fun!" You exclaim with a genuine smile.
"It was fun!" He says with so much enthusiasm.
You laugh at how eager he was to assure you and continue eating to spare him from the embarrassment.
At that moment, Changbin is aware of how much he spoiled his life to you which makes the grin on his face fade almost instantly.
"How much?" You ask the lady behind the till on your way out of the restaurant.
Changbin returns from the restroom at the right time and catches you trying to pay, "what are you doing?"
"Pay for the food, of course!" You simply answer.
He gently puts your hand away and pulls out his wallet from his jacket, "I'm the one taking you on a date," he says.
"But I'm the one taking you here!" You flatly say back to him.
"Yes but I'm the one thanking you for the drawing," he comes with a strong argument.
You crack a laugh and give in, "Okay then," you say, then put your wallet back into your bag.
"I'm going this way," you inform him once you get out of the restaurant.
"Thank you for the meals!" You sincerely thank him with a smile.
It confuses him because he thought the date won't end abruptly like this, "I thought we still have time before your shift starts?"
"Yeah but I'm walking this way to where I'm working," you point to the small alley, a shortcut that cuts through a residential area.
"I can drive you there, it's faster!" He says with a raised eyebrow.
"No, actually you have to take a way around the block and there's a traffic light," you explain.
"Ah..." Changbin sighs in defeat.
But he refused to end the date like this, "Well then... I'll walk you there?"
"Then what about your car?"
"I can get back to it after. It's no big deal," he assures you with a nonchalant shrug.
"Okay then."
The sky turns bright orange with pinkish hues as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon, he can see it clearly as you both walk down the declining street, making it possible to see the view of the city basked in the glorious glow of dusk.
"This must be the lamest date you ever had, huh?" You start a conversation with your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket.
"No!" He answers rather too quickly, which only makes it obvious that it's just a polite answer, not an honest one.
If he compares it to all the dates he had then yes, it's the lamest one but it doesn't necessarily mean bad.
It was the nicest date he ever had.
Changbin always thinks that he has to impress his date all the time but it's the first time he feels free to just be himself and not boast everything about himself.
But his pride gets in the way of telling it to you, he changes the topic instead.
"Where are you working at?"
"At a hardware store," you reply, stopping for a second to pet a cat sitting on top of a mailbox.
"How long have you been working there?"
"For about three months now."
"Does it pay well?" He jokes.
You crack a laugh, "Yeah well... but I have a strict boss," you tell him.
Changbin usually is good at talking but at that moment, he is just fascinated at how calm and collected you are, enjoying the pleasant afternoon while strolling down the neighborhood.
It makes him feel that he shouldn't ruin the serene moment with his useless questions.
"We're here!" You announce, stopping right in front of the hardware store with a hammer and wrench to make a cross on the logo.
"Once again, thank you for the meals!" You say again.
"It's nothing, really!" He waves it off.
You rummage through your bag and pull out a sketchbook, flipping the page furiously to find a drawing, then rip it.
"Here's for you!" You hand the drawing to him.
Changbin doesn't expect this. He takes a moment to see it, a drawing of him leaning against the tree with an unlit cigarette tugged between his teeth.
It must be when he was nervously waiting outside the art class, that day when he volunteered as a nude model.
"I saw you through the window and secretly drew you," you shyly admit.
He is blown away by your talent, by how you perfectly captured that moment and the anxiety on his face is visible without making it obvious. He feels seen once again.
"I'd better get in now," you tell him while holding the strap of your bag.
He finally glances up from the drawing, "Y-yeah... sure!" He stammers.
You take a step back and turn around, start walking before turning around then walk back to him again. Without warning, gently kiss him on the cheek then pulls away with a shy smile on your face.
"I had a great time, thank you!" You say again and turn around to jog into the hardware store.
A kiss on the cheek? He usually doesn't take less than the first base on the first date but who is he to demand more from you? He finds his hand touches the searing kiss you left on his cheek and smiles.
It really is a nice date.
"Not bad, Bin!" He praises himself, folds the drawing, and puts it in his jacket pocket.
It's getting dark when he gets back to his car, it surprises him that a girl is leaning against it while playing with her phone.
She glances up noticing that he comes up to her, "I know it's your car," she says to him.
Changbin knows a lot of girls and it takes him a long time to try to remember her name, he is not sure if he ever dated her before.
The girl seems to notice he doesn't recognize her, "we met at the club, remember?" She gives him a hint.
Changbin nods even though he still can't recall the moment he met her, "Yeah, I remember."
She giggles and hoists her purse up her shoulder, "so, can I buy you that drink now?"
Changbin sees the glints in her eyes, she's hinting at something more than just a drink. He can read girls very easily, he learned a lot from dating a lot of them.
"Yeah, sure!" He says, unlocking the door and opening the car door for her.
Perhaps he will get the first base from someone else tonight.
-
Three days later, Changbin receives texts from the girl he had drinks with that night, which ended with them making out in his car just like he expected.
She asks to meet him again for a drink.
It usually excites him whenever a girl is so eager to meet him again, but he feels nothing but the same old flaming desire that died down so fast.
Yet, he has nothing to do that night, and drinking with a girl is better than nothing at all.
When he comes to the bar, the girl is already drunk or pretends to be drunk. She clings to him and keeps asking him to take her home.
Changbin knows better than it's just an excuse.
He helps her walk out of the bar and hails a taxi for her, "please take her home safely!" He says to the taxi driver.
The girl's eyes widen in surprise, "why aren't you coming with me?"
He smiles at her, "you're drunk so you better go home and rest," he says then closes the taxi door.
He walks back to his car and takes his car keys out of his jacket pocket, dropping a folded paper on the concrete floor.
He unfolds it to find your drawing of him, the one you gave him at the end of the date.
He doesn't know how you would feel about him not contacting you for days after the date, he forgot to ask for your number and he could if he's planning on having a second date with you.
It's just his one simple rule, he feels like wasting time going on more than one date when he knows that the relationship he wants is strictly physical, he doesn't want to give the impression that he wants more than that.
He stays inside his car and just stares at your drawing, the more he looks at it, the worse he feels for not contacting you.
You're a sweet girl and he treats you like that, that's enough reason for him to take you on another date to at least, thanking you for the drawing you gave him. He checks the time to see if you're still working and enters the hardware store. He walks around the maze of tall shelves with various tools organized in place.
He spots you by the cans of paint, writing something on a notepad.
"Excuse me?' He begins, standing behind you, peeking at the number you jot down on the notepad.
You turn around on your heels, "yes, can I help you?"
A smile rises on your face when you recognize that it's him, "oh, hi?"
Looking at how flustered you are, he can't help but smile, "Hi."
You put your pen and notepad into the pocket on the apron you're wearing, "What are you doing here? Are you looking for something?"
"Yeah," he answers, "I'm looking for you."
You get flustered again, cheeks blushing under the fluorescent lights. Changbin finds it adorable, he can't stop smiling either.
He snaps himself awake and reminds himself of the purpose why he came here in the first place, "I forgot to ask for your number—"
"If you're looking for a paint color for your bedroom, I suggest mint green or cornflower blue," you cut him off, your hand gesturing to the selection of paint on the color displays.
Changbin notices that your eyes gesture to the opposite direction, the man with a mustache and a spec in the corner of the aisle, this must be the strict boss you talked about.
"Oh, yes, but I'm looking for a more vibrant color," he plays along with you, saving you from trouble.
You take one of the paint color swatches to him, "how about this? Azure blue?"
The boss leaves after checking something on the shelf and you sigh in relief, laughing out of embarrassment.
"So that's the charming eagle?"
You laugh again, "yeah."
"Can I take you on another date?" He asks, making the most of the time because who knows your boss might come his way again.
You look at him and tip your head to the side, "and here I thought you would never ask."
He triumphantly smirks and looks back at you, the beautiful iris on your eyes that form a pool he wants to dive in.
"Can I have your number now?" He asks again.
You take your pen out and write it down on the paint swatch you gave him earlier, and hand it back to him with your phone number on it.
Your smile fades when your boss appears at the other corner of the aisle, silently watching you.
"I think I need more time to decide on the color," Changbin says and awkwardly points at the paints.
"Let me know when you have decided on one!" You say back with a sly smile.
Changbin takes a few steps back until he is out of the eagle's sight and mouths, "I'll call you!"
You give him a subtle nod and a smile as he walks back to the end of the aisle, waving his hand at you before exiting the store.
-
"You pick the wrong game!" You tell him as you put on shoes for a game of bowling with Changbin on a Saturday night for a second date.
Changbin's cocky smile wears off in a second, "but you can't be better than me," he refuses to believe that you're more skilled in the sport that he aced in.
You shrug and get up to put your shoes in the locker, "maybe," you tease him.
Changbin starts to doubt his skill when you knock half of the bowling pins on the first throw and pick up a spare on the second.
He won't let it put him down, if anything, it’s his competitiveness is heightened at that very moment.
"Could have been better!"He comments with an unimpressed smirk.
You scoff and stretch your arms up instead, "I need to warm up," you say, the hem of your tight blouse rides up and exposes a little skin of your stomach to him.
He's a man, after all, and it's in his default to see objectively although it's not the main thing he sees in a girl. It's weird because he never saw you that way, not that you are not attractive, you are very pleasant to the eyes but what impressed him the most is your warm, bright personality.
He ogles you as you do a squat in your tight blue jeans that enhance the curve of your body, "I suggest you do a lot of warm-ups," he teases, also in an effort to see more of your curve.
You dryly laugh but ignore his insinuation.
Changbin confidently does his first throw, he aimed for a strike but it seems like he has to do a spare as well.
You are wiping the bowling ball with a cloth when he returns, "guess you need a lot of warm-ups too," you poked fun at his earlier remark.
He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and tries not to get provoked by your words.
The shape of your body makes as you throw the bowling ball down the alley and stand there to watch the ball knocking every single pin, then slowly turning your face in his direction with a sweet, cunning smile.
Hot and cute at the same time. Is that even possible?
This is no time to be caught under your spell, he has to step up the game if he wanted to prove his superior skill in bowling.
He will focus on that, no matter how many times he got to be distracted by you and your body that slowly, but surely entices him. Also that smart mouth of yours that knows how to provoke him just below the boiling point but annoys him nonetheless.
Fortunately, the results show that he wins with a slight difference in points. He doesn't need to say anything to you but raises an eyebrow to celebrate his win.
You close your eyes for a second and puts on a smile for him, "Okay then what's the winner want for dinner?"
Changbin was joking when he suggested a bet that whoever loses should pay for dinner, seeing you smiling in defeat making him feel bad about suggesting it in the first place.
"I wasn't serious," he says to you.
"Oh, save it!" You say to him, picking up your bag from the seat and pulling him along with you.
Changbin decided on chicken and beer, it's a safe choice, no one can refuse fried chicken and cold beer, especially after a good, competitive game of bowling. You seem to enjoy it while talking about a whole lot of things in between. He makes sure to ask a lot about you to fill his curiosity.
You are a middle child, you started drawing in middle school, your favorite color is prism pink which is pink with a little tint of purple in it and you want to work in an art museum once you graduated from university.
"What about you?" You ask back.
Thinking of the future only makes his head hurt so he tries not to, he prefers to deal with what's in front of him first, one by one.
"To be honest, I don't know," he sincerely admits even though he knows it's a very disappointing answer.
"Honestly, I want to become an assistant to a magician," you suddenly confess to him.
You do have a way to delight him with your randomness, "and let them saw you in halves?"
You nod while laughing, "yeah. I might have to learn to contort my body too but I can try."
An image of you in a tight bodysuit like every magician's assistant wears crossed his mind, "and a sexy one," he blurts out.
"Mmh?"
It seems like you didn't catch what he said and he sighs in relief, "can I be the magician then?
"Sure!" You say and lift your pint to clink it with his.
Changbin was quick to pull his credit card out of his wallet before you, this time, you put his hand away and stand before him.
"A bet is a bet," you tell him and hand your card to the cashier.
The night is still young but Changbin runs out of ideas on where to take you where it's less crowded or quiet, he can tell that clubs and bars aren't your favorite places to go and he only knows best about those two kinds of places.
You turn around to face him and stop him from walking, "can I take you somewhere?"
What is it with you that make it seem like his head is transparent and you can see what he's thinking? Changbin puts his trust in you, "sure!"
"Do you mind hiking a little bit though?" You ask again.
"Hiking?" He asks again, just in case he misheard it.
Changbin parks his car at the parking lot and follows you as you take him walking uphill to wherever it is you're taking him. You weren't joking when you said about hiking a little bit, it's more than a little, his breathing is getting heavier and he can feel that there are beads of sweat forming on his back.
You turn around to make sure he keeps up with you, "are you tired?"
Changbin is of course too conceited to admit he's indeed tired, shaking his head, "No," he replies.
You walk up and get behind him, putting your hands on his back and pushing him forward, "I can help you," you say to him.
He chuckles and takes your hand away, but holding it instead, "it's better this way," he says.
The two of you continue walking hand in hand with the quiet of the night surrounding you except for the constant buzzing sounds of the streetlights.
"You're not going to sell me to a human organ dealer, right?" Changbin playfully asks because it's eerily quiet and the empty street starts to spook him a little.
You give him a shrug, "maybe."
You take a turn that leads to nowhere but what seems like an empty park, a field. Stopping by a tree and taking a big plastic bag hanging from a tree branch, you must've been here a few times to know where to go even in a limited source of light.
You pull something out of the bag, a picnic blanket, and taking a few steps away from him to put it on the ground, you don't wait to sit on it.
"Are you going to stand there or...?"
Changbin carefully walks in the dark to sit next to you on the picnic blanket.
"You're not keeping knives or machete inside that bag, are you?" He awkwardly jokes.
"Sadly, no," you joke back, "but I do have a sharpening knife for my drawing pencil."
He chuckles and gets comfortable sitting down, staring straight ahead to realize that he's on top of a hill which allowed him to see the city view at night with its blinking lights imitating the stars above.
"How do you know this place?" He asks, propping his hands behind him.
"It just happened," you reply.
"I like to draw here, it's quiet and not a lot of people know this place. It's so beautiful during the day, especially on sunny days."
Changbin guesses that it must be your special place and you probably don't take just anyone here, he doesn't want to get ahead of himself but he is curious.
"Then why are you taking me during the night?"
You laugh and hug your knees, "because... it's also pretty at night," you answer.
You turn your head at him and look into his eyes gleaming in the dark, "and also..."
"Yeah?"
"So we can do this," you say before leaning in and kissing him.
Changbin doesn't expect you to do the first move, or maybe he is so used to this role that it takes him by surprise.
You place a hand on his face and deepen the kiss, take things further that Changbin has a hard time keeping up with it.
He forces his brain to work and starts putting his hand on your neck, kissing you back with his tongue trying to pry your mouth open so he can taste you more.
When it's time to catch your breath, you pull away slowly while smiling and he uses the time to touch you. He runs his hand down your shoulder and traces the side of your body, stopping at the dip of your waist then gently squeezes the flesh there.
His mouth searches for your ear to whisper, "you're gorgeous."
You lowly giggle at the compliment and whisper back into his ear, "it's because it's dark in here."
Then you drag your mouth down his neck, planting soft, tender kisses on the column of his throat with your breath tickling his ear.
Oh fuck, you're really good at this that he just wants to stay still and let you kiss him all over. But he got to do his part, so he plays with your hair while you bury your head in the crook of his neck. He holds his breath when you move to the other side of his neck, kissing him there.
It's no longer quiet with his low moans filling the night air. He allows his hand to rest on your back and goes lower, lower until he meets the hem of your blouse, slowly slipping his hand under to feel your warm, silky skin. He splayed his hand there and feels the warmth of your body.
You stop kissing him and the first thing that crosses his mind is you're probably uncomfortable with him touching you.
He takes his hand away and looks at you to see any signs of discomfort on you, "something wrong?" He asks while putting your hair away from covering your face.
"It's cold," you answer.
He silently lets out a sigh of relief and immediately takes his jacket off, draping it around your shoulder to keep you warm then puts his arm around you.
"Aren't you going to get cold?" You ask.
"I got you to warm me," he replies with a flirtatious smile and pulls you closer to his side.
He captures your lips in a kiss once more and puts his hand on you, gets a little braver, he puts his hand under your blouse again. He doesn't plan on doing more than resting his hand on your stomach but his desire controls him best in a heating moment like this. His hand goes up until his fingers touch the lacey fabric of your bra and you don't seem to mind that his hand starts cupping your breast through the bra.
Too bad that it's dark, the sight of your body would be too much for him but he would surely enjoy seeing his hand on you.
"You're so soft," he praises again with his lips against yours.
To make it fair, you unbutton three buttons on his shirt and put your hand inside, feeling his firm muscles contracting under your touch.
Changbin usually rushed things up because he doesn't want to waste time when he knows what he wants, this time is different, he wants to take his time and truly enjoy it.
The plush of your lips, the way you tug his lips between your teeth, the way you suck on his tongue and twirl with his in your mouth, fuck, you're one exceptional kisser!
He can do this for hours, days, weeks, he just doesn't want to stop.
Afraid that you might get colder if he kept lifting your blouse, he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh then makes way to your rear, cupping your ass in his hand.
He feels like a schoolboy who gets to touch a girl for the first time all over again, so eager to explore.
For a second, he gets tempted to take things further despite knowing it's no time or place for that. He's still considering it but his body once again catches on to his intention and acts by itself, going to the button of your jeans.
Your hand grabs his right on time and laced it together, "one trick at a time," you say against his lips.
He chuckles at being caught red-handed and shoots you a flustered smile, "I have no problem with that," he says back, putting his lips on you again.
His car is right outside your apartment building, Changbin watches you unbuckle the safety belt with his fingers touching his swollen lips and his head is buzzed from all the kisses.
You take off his jacket and give it back to him.
"You can give it back to me anytime," he says.
"I'm good," you say and sling your purse across your shoulder.
Changbin leans forward at you, "let me walk you upstairs!" He offers, a trick he does when he wants something, with twinkles in his eyes and a flirtatious gaze.
You softly chuckle and open the car door, "one trick at a time, Mister Magician!" you kindly reject his offer.
"Goodnight!" You say again before closing the car door.
As much as he hates saying it back to you, he wants to end the night on a good note, "Goodnight!"
-
"You have something on your neck," Changbin's friend put his finger on the greenish and almost yellowing skin on his neck, "there!"
"It's called a hickey," Changbin casually says without looking at him, gathering his books from the desk into his bag.
"That's why it confuses me!" His friend says as confused as his remark, "You are usually the one giving not receiving!"
Changbin smirks in response, "are you saying I can't receive one?" He casually asks back with a shrug.
He parts with his friend on the way out of the class and heads to the one who is responsible for his hickey.
He didn't know how you made a mark on his neck without him knowing, he must be too immersed to pay attention or you were just too damn good, sneaky but he likes it.
He finds you right when you're tidying up your art supplies and he runs to help you put the easel away, you only smile when you see that it's him.
"So... where are we going this Friday?" He asks, not wasting any minute asking you that.
"Are you that curious?" You ask, grabbing your bag from the stool.
"Yes," he shamelessly answers.
He doesn't care because he knows you'll appreciate his bluntness instead of making fun of it.
"Are you showing that on purpose?" You point to the hickey.
Changbin ditches the denim jacket that he always wears and put on a plain black t-shirt with the sleeves strained from his huge biceps, exposing the hickey that he could easily cover with a collared shirt or jacket.
"Yes."
"You like it that much?"
He nods.
"Then I should stop doing that," you say with a sly smile and walk in the direction of the door.
But Changbin has a different idea, he takes you into the small changing room where he once been there the day he became a nude model.
He corners you to one side of the wall and stands so close to you. Your face remains calm with eyes fiercely looking back into his.
"It's only fair if I make one on you too," he says.
Your lips part open, just slightly but no words came out of them. You tip your head to the side, "it's not like you're asking," you say.
He likes you because you don't play dumb or act cheap, you have just the right amount of everything: wit, intelligence, and charms. Except that you have a little too much sex appeal and he's not complaining at all, he jus needs to learn how to control himself around you.
Changbin leans in close and even with the proximity, you still have your eyes open as if you're challenging him to come closer and try. He brings his mouth close to the side of your face, intentionally using his lips to graze your ear shell and softly letting out a sigh.
He lowers his mouth on your neck and stays there, testing if your body can lie to him. He smirks when he feels your pulse beating against his lips, so fast that he loses count.
That's what he only needed to know so he puts his mouth close to your ear and whispers, "I'll make it on part of your body where no one can see."
Then he pulls himself away altogether and looks at your flushed cheeks, “because I'm good like that," he adds then gets out of the changing room.
-
"Is it boring to you?"
Changbin agrees that you should decide where to go for the third date, it was a mutual decision. You happen to want to visit an exhibition of a painter you like and he doesn't mind any of it, he gets to learn what you like and what you see in them.
"No," he replies, shaking his head and keeping his voice low because it's quiet in the art gallery.
You clasp his hand with yours and move on to the next painting of a flower field. He hears your inaudible gasp and the admiration in your eyes, it's not hard to know you like the painting.
"It's beautiful!" He says but his eyes are on you.
"Yeah..." you sigh.
"Look at those delicate strokes of paint!" You say while gently squeezing his hand.
"You like it?"
You nod with a smile then rest your head on his shoulder.
This feels so intimate to him, more than anything physical he had done in his life. He sneaks a kiss on the top of your head. Immediately looking around to see if anyone sees, there's only a lady looking at the same painting but she's too busy admiring it as much as you do.
The phone ringing in his jacket pocket shattering the tender-hearted moment and he fumbles to pick it up, you let go so he can accept the call.
"It's okay, you can take the call!" You say to him, letting him go to one corner of the room while you saunter to the next painting.
After a few minutes, he gets back to your side and back to hold your hand.
"The curator said the painter goes by the initial H," you tell him but then you get curious about why the phone call seems to be an urgent one, "Is something wrong?"
He shakes his head, "Nothing."
You hold him by the elbows and look at him, "I'm done with looking around so we can go anywhere you want now," you assure him.
"No, we haven't seen that way yet," he says.
You smile at him and put your hands on his waist, slipping them under his jacket, "oh yeah, you've been looking at me enough," you sneered with a playful laugh.
Changbin gets flustered because you knew he's been looking nowhere but you, "are you sure?"
"Yeah, let's go somewhere."
"We're having a party in the house and they want me to buy some more beers," he meekly admits.
"You're having a party in the house?"
He nods.
"And you didn't tell me?"
"That's not— it's a date, you deserve better than a date at a frat party," he says, not trying to exclude you from the invitation, he's just afraid that you'll find it uncomfortable.
You take a step closer, "Or you don't want your friends to know about me?" you ask with squinted eyes.
"Yes," he shortly replies then brings his mouth close to your ear, "because I want to keep you for myself."
You scoff and push him just enough to make him take a step back, "but why do I feel like you're trying to keep your friends from me?"
He takes your hand again while walking behind you, "I'm the most good-looking guy in there, trust me!"
"We'll see about that!"
You help Changbin by carrying a couple of dozen of canned beers in your hands while he carries a whole box and everyone makes way for you since you're carrying an essential to the party.
"I'll take them to the kitchen and you can wait here," he tells you.
"I can help you," you offer.
"No, it's okay, just put them on top of the box!" He insists and lowers his box so you can put the one you carry on top, weighing his hands down.
Changbin hurriedly takes them all to the back where his friends already waiting to distribute the beers, he groans once he put them on the kitchen counter with a loud thud and takes two cans.
"You owe me!" he says to his friend.
He hurried back to where he told you to wait by the living room but he can't find you anywhere with all these people scattering around and chatting.
He walks over to his friends sitting on the couch, watching a couple of people playing video games.
"Do you see—"
"You mean your date there?" He cuts him off, pointing to the girl who is playing video games with his other friend, then taking one can of the beers Changbin cradles in his hands.
He chuckles seeing you already hanging out with his friends, looking like you do already friends with them without him have to introduce you first.
He plops down next to you on the couch, "you're good at this," he says in disbelief.
You briefly glance at him for a second, "I told you, I lived with two brothers," you remind him without looking away from the TV screen.
He leaves to get more drinks for you and him while you're going to the bathroom. He meets one of the girls he dated way back before you.
"Who is she?"
Changbin tries to ignore her by keeping himself busy, pouring drinks into cups.
"I haven't seen her before," she says again, following him to the end of the kitchen counter.
"Your friends said you met her through a bet. Is that right?" She relentlessly sticks to him, and won't stop asking without getting an answer.
"That means you're not dating her, right? It's all for a bet?"
He runs out of patience but he calm himself down by turning to face her with the drinks in his hands, "enjoy the party and have a great night!" He says and not saying anything else.
When he turns to leave he sees you already standing there and he stops in his track. Were you listening to their conversation or...
"Is that for me?" You ask, pointing to the cups of drink he carries in his hands.
"Yeah," he answers, offering one to you.
You shake your head, "I'm done drinking.”
"But she can have my drink," you tell him, gesturing to the girl who spoke to him.
You take the cup and place it on the kitchen counter, linking your arm with Changbin, you say, "didn't you say you're going to show me your room?"
Changbin did promise to take you to his room despite his room being a mess, it always has been that except when his parents come to visit. He takes you upstairs to where all the bedrooms are, it's off-limits to the party guests which makes it quieter there, he pulls your hand and leads you to the room that faced the backyard.
Someone calls for him right when he's about to push his bedroom door open.
"You can go in first," he tells you.
"It'll only take a minute!" He assures you with a hand on your back.
You nod and get in first.
He helps his friends carrying a cooler full of ice to the backyard and makes a run back upstairs to his room, where you're squatting down to find something under his bed.
"What are you looking for?" He asks as he closes the door behind him.
"Anything... interesting," you say with a raised eyebrow and a giggle then sits on the edge of the bed.
"Interesting?" He asks back while taking a seat next to you.
"I'm not hiding anything," he confidently says.
You tip your head to the side, "is that also mean you're not hiding any porn magazines or something?"
He bursts out laughing, "Why would I need that?"
You shrug, "I lived with two brothers, remember?"
He leans in close and sees the irises in your eyes, so mesmerizing like two beautiful ponds, "I only need to think of you," he says in an incredibly low voice.
You scoff as he plants a tender kiss on your neck.
"And your pretty lips," he adds with a kiss on your lips and a hand holding your jaw.
Changbin only realizes now that instead of your usual outfit of jeans and a simple top, you're wearing a white cotton dress that exposes your beautiful neckline.
"You've been hiding these from me?" He asks while trailing his fingers on your collarbone, then placing a kiss there.
"Is it time for the new trick?" You ask with a hand in his hair.
The night turns different than what he planned, he never meant to take you here because he was being honest when he said he doesn't want to introduce you to his friends yet for the sole reason that they'd be nosy about it.
And ultimately, you deserve a nice third date anywhere but here, not in his bedroom and definitely not on his unmade bed.
He opens his eyes to find you pinned underneath him with his face only inches away from yours and as beautiful as he thought it would be, even better because he can see the glints in your eyes as he stares into you.
"You're so beautiful," he says again.
You put a hand on the nape of his neck and lazily scratch him there, "blame that on the poor lighting in your room," you say.
He puts his finger on your lips to shut you up, "shh..."
You open your mouth to playfully bite it.
Changbin softly bites your neck in return, making you laugh while his hands keep yours pinned on your side.
Then someone comes barging into the room, "get down and help us lift the couch outside!"
It's one of Changbin's friends asking him for help again and the second his eyes adjusted to the sight he's seeing, he immediately closes the door.
"Sorry!" He shouts from the outside of the door.
There is an awkward silence then you burst out laughing while Changbin hides his face in the crook of your neck.
"I'm so sorry," he says to you, his voice muffled.
You don't say anything but hold him close with your body still shaking from laughing.
"Changbin?"
He lifts his head to look at you, "yeah?"
"Do you have anything to say to me?" You ask.
That's a broad question with a broad answer, he has so much to tell you but he needs more time to fathom his feelings into sentences.
"We should lock the door?" He guesses with a raised eyebrow.
You got quiet for a few seconds then smile, "that would be a great idea!"
He kisses your cheek before getting up from the bed and walking to the door to lock it, when he turns around, you're unzipping your dress and letting it fall onto the floor.
You step out of it and reveal yourself to him, so much skin exposed he can't decide where to look.
"Come here!" You gesture to him with your fingers to come closer.
He takes a deep breath and says, "yes, ma'am!"
The way your bodies collided with each other only means that both of you have been craving it. His hands roam your body to feel your silky smooth skin, making him whimper against your lips.
Your hands are so fast to undress him, next thing he knows his clothes are on the floor and he got nothing on but his underwear.
His bed becomes heaven with your naked body on it, he takes a moment to admire the view that he can only envision in his head for the past few days but now he gets to see it with his own eyes.
Your body, your heavenly body is inked with tiny little tattoos that he's more than eager to discover one by one with his fingers.
One on your ribcage, one on the underside of your breast, one on the side of your left hip, on your inner arm, one on your back shoulder but his favorite must be the tattoo on your sternum, a little stalk of flower that he can almost feel the delicate petals with his fingertips.
He plants a tender kiss on it and sends the tingle right through your chest.
You let out a low moan as his hand went down south and meet your wetness there.
"You're so delicate," he murmurs with a lustful sigh.
To make it fair, you slip your hand into his underwear to palm his member and feel it throbbing in your hand while you keep your legs spread open for him so he can freely touch you, easing his fingers into you and pumping them, making you even wetter than before.
You moan as your mouths locked in a sloppy kiss with your moans getting caught in between.
"Changbin," you call him again as his mouth slides down your neck.
"Mmh?"
"Condom?"
His eyes snap open at the sudden reminder that he doesn't have any condom in his drawer, he can make a run to his friend's room and get one, but to do that, he has to get dressed first and risk losing the momentum that he built.
He has no choice but does that, he grabs his shirt from the floor, "I'll go get one from my friend's room," he says.
But you grab his hand, stopping him from going, "It's okay. I'm on the pill."
Changbin takes a few seconds to let the words sink in, "we're going to do it without...?" He is not even able to finish his sentence.
You nod.
He takes another deep breath to calm himself down and feels a significant rise in his body temperature.
"Are you sure?" He asks once again.
"I'd love to see you run naked to your friend's room to get a condom, but yes, I'm sure," you reply.
He suddenly gets nervous, not for you but himself, because what if he can't control himself?
You give his back a few soothing rubs then kisses his neck, "are we going to continue or what?"
He lets out a long breath, "give me a moment!" He says, still can't wrap his head around the fact he gets to have sex with you without protection and it will be his first time doing it so.
You let out a chuckle and peppered his shoulder with soft kisses to help him relax, he just doesn't know that you continue the trail of kisses down until your mouth stops on his abdomen.
His eyes widen, catching on to what you're trying to do next and then you put all of your hair into one side, slowly taking his length in your mouth.
"Oh f—" he quickly muffles himself by biting his lower lip to not let the profanity out of his mouth.
"Can't even give me a moment, mmh?"
You let his cock out of your mouth with a gasp then a laugh, "I'm trying to help you relax," you answer.
"How is that helping me relax?" He asks in protest but not complaining when you bring your mouth down his length again.
He looks down at you and your soft, pretty lips wrapped around his cock, how you take him well, making him feel good with your mouth. What gets him off is the way you enjoy yourself giving it to him, he would be a fool not enjoying it too.
His hand reaches for your head to put your hair out of the way, putting it into a makeshift ponytail in his hand.
He uses his other hand to cup your jaw and your eyes are looking up at him, "You're so good at everything, don't you?"
You tease him more by sucking him harder and taking him fully until your nose meets his pubic bone.
He groans in response and tugs at your hair a bit harder, "how am I going to relax?"
He moves his hand to scoop your breast and gently fondle it, "you make me impatient to be inside you," he says.
You slowly pull away with your mouth open, catching your breath and he leads you to hover above him, pulling you until you collapse on top of him.
He kisses you hard, turning you over on the bed to have you under him again and making enough space to tease your dripping cunt with the tip of his cock.
You arch your back every time he ran his cock down your slit, purposely heightening the anticipation.
"I can't wait to be inside you too, beautiful," he says with a sly smirk.
He draws a sharp breath to finally start pushing his stiff member inside you, ever so slowly to let you adjust to his size, to also take his time to not lose it all at once.
It's hard to do so when you feel so tight around him, so wet that he doesn't have any trouble pushing the remaining length into you.
He let out a triumphant sigh when he fully sheathed inside, snug and warm, slick with juices. It takes everything in him not to lose it right then and there.
Then you put your legs around his waist, launching him deeper inside you so that he grips the bedsheet.
"All I ask is a moment," he grumbles through his gritted teeth.
You giggle and kiss him on the lips as an apology, "sorry, you just feel so good inside me," you bluntly admit.
You always know how to get him off, do you? He kisses you more to finally gain some control and starts moving, thrusting into you at a steady, slow pace.
He can only hear your fervent breathing and the sounds of how wet you are for every pounding he does into you.
"So good, Bin!" you breathlessly say into his ear, "I'm so close..."
Not that he wants the sex to be over so fast, but he can't hold himself anymore, the temptation of cumming is getting harder to resist the more you clench around him.
"So, so close..." you say again with your hand gripping his shoulder.
"You can let go, baby," he says to you with a sloppy kiss on your mouth.
Your breathless moans are getting frequent, louder as the hand gripping his shoulder tightens.
"Come, cum around me," he orders in a whispery voice as if trying to bind you in a spell.
"Oh..." you loop both of your hands around his neck and pull him close, moaning into his mouth as he keeps thrusting into you intensely harder.
"My God! Bin!" You cry into his neck.
"Let go..." he tells you, kissing you with as much focus as his brain dulled from all the pleasure.
You cry his name the second you climax and cling to him as he slows down the motions of the hips to give you time to relish your orgasm.
He presses a long kiss on your lips then starts moving again, trying to catch his high. His cock is engorging inside you, ready to unload his seed at any given moment.
Before he gets it too late, he pulls out immediately and replaces your tight warm walls with his hand, pumping it until the pearly white of his seed spurts out of the tip, cumming all over your stomach.
He didn't dare to imagine such a sight, his white cum painted your heavenly body like this and you squirm, smearing some of it all over your breast then lick it off your finger.
An angel wouldn't do such a sinful thing, but you make it a wondrous sight, exceeding his wildest fantasy.
To say he likes you would be an understatement, he's smitten, and his head is filled with nothing but you, just you.
"Fuck!!!" He curses out loud with so much frustration at how can you be this alluring? It upsets him because he only gets to know you now.
He lowers his mouth on you as he makes up his mind that he got to have you, no matter what.
-
Changbin gropes around the space next to him on the bed and he hears your laugh instead.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" You say as you sat at the end of the bed and zip up your dress.
He rubs his eyes to adjust to the morning sun flooding his room, "why aren't you here?"
He pats the bed and lifts the duvet for you to get back into, "come back!" He orders.
You get up and collect your shoes from the other side of the bed, "I can't."
His brain needs a few more minutes to properly function but it isn't hard to know that it's the weekend.
"It's Saturday," he casually says.
You put your shoes on while sitting next to him, "yeah, but I have to work on my drawings."
You put on the other shoes, "and I have to get them done by the end of this month," you elaborate.
You smile and get up from the bed, "in fact, I don't think I'll be able to go out this week," you add.
Changbin doesn't have a solid ground to argue about that with you, he's still no one to you but someone you've been seeing and having sex with.
"Just a few minutes?" He tries again with a charming smile.
He pats the bed again, "please?"
You take your jacket from his study chair, "I really have to leave now," you say with an apologetic smile.
Changbin scrambles to get up from the bed and grab his clothes closest to him, "then can you wait for a few minutes so I can drive you there?"
You walk up and push him down the bed again, "do not worry, I'll stop by my place to change and get to the studio," you pause to catch a breath, "I'll call you when I'm free," you assure him.
He grabs your hand and pulls you close, "you'd better!"
You smile and softly place a kiss on his cheek, "bye!"
You take your bag on your way to the door and wave your hand at him before closing the door, leaving him alone to reminisce everything that happened last night, replaying every single moment only to see his cock hardening to the thoughts of you.
-
It seems like you're avoiding him.
He doesn't want to think that way but something about the way you keep saying you're busy with the assignment every time he called you assured him that you are avoiding him.
He makes a run to your class to catch you before your art class ends and sees you putting away your ease, ready to leave.
"You didn't call!" He blurts out.
It has always been him keeping the girls on their toes waiting for his call, now he gets a taste of his own medicine and it's so fucking bitter.
"You promise me!" He says again.
You look into his eyes and then smile, "that's because I'm not free yet," you defend yourself.
Changbin frowns, "not even a few minutes just to call me?"
You laugh because he is sulking like a fussy toddler, you can't help but give his lips a quick peck to console him.
It takes him aback that he got speechless.
"I swear I'll call you but now, I have to go because my shift starts in half an hour," you speak so softly as if you would to a child with your hands holding him by his elbows.
"I can drive you," he shouts an offer.
But you're already far out of earshot to hear it and keep walking without looking back at him.
-
Could it be that you're lying to him?
He saw you walking with a guy he's never seen before and you looked rather too friendly with him to be considered as just friends, or that's what it seems to Changbin.
The sight is enough to light the fuse that sets the wick to his patience and negative thoughts start eating his brain, leaving him with nothing but unkind, suspicious thoughts.
If you're so busy, then why did you have time for another guy?
He pushes through the entrance to the hardware store where you're working, he knows you're taking the night shift today. He doesn't want to explain why he knows your schedule, he only wanted to know why you haven't called him back.
Your boss greets him but he walks past him, searching for you in every aisle until he finds you squatting down, restocking a tray of duct tape in every size.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He says.
You get up and face him, letting the box of duct tape on the floor.
You seem to notice that he's in distress, "how about I'll meet you after work?" You suggest.
But he runs out of patience, he wants an answer right now and he will not take anything less than that. If he wants it, he should and must get it.
"Who is he?" He asks with knitted eyebrows, his face showing all the pent-up anger inside him.
"What guy?"
"Who is the guy you were with earlier?"
Your eyes that were on him shift past his shoulder and Changbin looks over his shoulder to see your boss is watching over you. He is upset, mad even but he doesn't want to get you into trouble at work.
"I'll wait for you at the parking lot!" He says so low that only you can hear him.
He chooses the opposite direction from where he was coming and you grab the sleeve of his jacket to stop him from walking away, "you mean the guy who walked with me on campus?"
He doesn't answer but you can tell that your guess is true. He knows every male art student you usually hang out with you but there's one guy that he has never seen, he must be seeing him when he was walking with you around the campus.
"That's my brother," you tell him and hoping that it satisfies his curiosity, then lets him go.
You get back to work, squatting down on the floor to restock the shelf and you see your boss leaves you to it.
Changbin feels like hitting himself for losing it so easily, why would he assume so easily like that? You did mention more than a dozen times that you have two brothers and that your older brother lives downtown.
How could he forget that? He hits the steering wheel so many times that he accidentally pushes on the horn, surprising anyone who is walking.
Thanks to his haste judgments, he owes an apology to you now.
He waits outside by his car until you come out of the hardware store, taking his jacket off, and put it on you when you're close enough to his reach, doesn't hesitate to hug you after.
"I'm sorry,” he mutters full of regrets.
He knows he's wrong and he owns up to his mistake right away, doesn't give time for his pride get in the way.
"Are you going to drive me home?" You ask.
"Yes!"
You stay quiet the whole ride home that he starts to get nervous, what if you changed your mind about dating him?
This seems like a good reason for you to never call him back.
When the car stops, you immediately unbuckle your safety belt and gather your bag while he watches you in silence. You push the car door open, stopping when you see him just sitting there, "aren't you going to walk me upstairs?"
He doesn't expect that, he was too afraid that you would be mad at him but turns out, you seem don't to mind it that much.
You hold his hand as you walk up the stairs to your small apartment, he stands behind you as you’re unlocking the door.
The door cracks open and you pull him with you, leading him inside.
"It's small so there's not much to see," you tell him, putting down your bag on the couch.
Changbin takes a look around your studio apartment where he can see your small bed neatly made and your study desk cluttered with papers and pencils. On the couch, there's a sketchbook with the page open on a half-finished drawing.
"This is for fun," you inform him, flipping the page to show him everything you've drawn on it.
Your talent never ceases to amaze him and he adores every drawing even if it was a drawing of mundane objects such as a chocolate wrapper.
"Can you draw?" You ask.
He shakes his head, he can confidently brag about anything but not his drawing skill.
"You want to try?"
You flip the sketchbook to a new page and take out a new pencil from a pencil case lying on the round table.
"I can't draw!" He says to you, it's not something embarrassing to admit anyway, everyone has a different talent and his talent is definitely not drawing.
"Come on! I'll be the model!" You say, then start dragging a chair from the kitchen to the center of the room.
"The model?"
"Yeah, for your drawing," you say, taking off his jacket that you are wearing and carefully folding it to place it on the armrest of the couch.
"Just like you did for my class," you add and start taking off your blouse.
Things take a hard turn for him and he thought he's in a dream because you keep taking your clothes off, then putting everything into a pile on the couch next to him.
He has no other choice but to draw you since you're already naked and posing for him by sitting on the chair.
He prepares himself to see you right in front of him, sitting sideways on the chair, stark naked but your eyes are looking at him.
Changbin picks up the pencil and is determined to do his best to draw you, although he can tell that it would be a disastrous drawing.
"Did I get you in trouble at the store earlier?" He asks, softly stroking his pencil on the pristine sketching paper.
"No," you answer.
"But my boss thinks you're mad over my paint recommendation."
"He remembers what we talked about that day?"
"Yes," you shortly reply, "he even remembers the color of socks I wore a week ago."
"Should I be amazed or creeped out?"
You laugh out loud, "definitely not a good thing, I can't lie about work to him," you whine while scratching your nose.
"Don't move, please!" He teases you even though he has no idea what he was doing.
"Oh? I'm sorry!" You meekly say with a sly laugh.
He starts to get the hang of it, drawing and glancing up to see you once in a while to refresh his memory, he picks up another topic because he doesn't want you to focus on him when it should be the other way around.
"Did you know that I modeled that day for a bet?" He asks, he has been trying to address the issues for so long, and now he gets the chance to explain, afraid that you might misunderstand the whole thing.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I was drunk and they made me agree to it," he explains while drawing the feet of the chair you're sitting on.
"Are you telling me this because you're afraid that I misunderstood everything?"
It catches him off guard how you can easily read his mind, or you are exceptionally gifted with keen senses. He really can't hide around you, you see right through him.
He stops drawing and put his hand down, "it was true that I met you through a bet," he says.
He looks at you because he wants you to know how sincere he is about this, "but this, going on dates with you is not part of it."
You don't react but keep looking into his eyes as if you're scanning his words thoroughly to see if anything he said is a lie.
"I know," you simply say.
That baffles him how you are so calm about it when he is stressed so much about this.
You get up from your chair and drag a folded quilt from the sofa, wrapping your naked body with it, and making your way toward him while clutching it around you.
When you're close enough, you stand next to him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh!" You beam when you look at his drawing of you, it looks more like a mindless, scrawled drawing of a person.
You tip your head to the side to say something about it, "Uhm... it's interesting..." you hum to yourself.
Changbin laughs at how speechless you got from seeing his artwork, "you don't have to say nice things," he says, drawing you close to him with a hand around your waist.
"I mean... you did a great job with the chair," you say with a sly smile.
His face drops and starts laughing out of embarrassment, regretting doing it in the first place.
"I told you I can't draw," he mumbles with his head nuzzled to your side.
It's your turn to laugh at how embarrassed he is of himself, wrapping the quilt around him and sitting on his lap, straddling him.
"We move on to the next thing then," you say with a raised eyebrow.
"Time for another trick?"
You nod.
That sparks Changbin's excitement, knowing what you're hinting at as you let the quilt slide down your body, reminding him that you're sitting fully naked on his lap.
Changbin realizes that he was rushing things the first time and he shouldn't make the same mistake, he will do it right.
So he starts over by taking his time admiring every curve and dip of your body with fluttering touches and kisses because you deserve no less than that.
"Take me to bed!" You whisper.
He doesn't need to be told yet he wants to be a gentleman about it, waiting for your permission. Now that he got it, he gets up from his chair, not having any trouble lifting you along with him with your legs hooked around his waist.
He kicks the door open and takes you to your bedroom, stop in the middle of the room as you smother his face with kisses.
"I hope you don't mind that I have a small bed," you say, turning your head to your single-sized bed in a baby blue bedsheet.
"Even better!" He exclaims and not wasting time laying you down on the bed.
Your hands are fumbling to take each piece of clothing while his body hovering above you, kissing you down your pillow.
Changbin helps by taking off the rest himself and getting on top of you, feeling your skin to skin, closest as he can get.
"Do you have another trick or should I do mine?" You ask him between kisses.
His ear perked up hearing the latter but there was no way he passes the chance to make you cum first, "I'm offended," he says.
"Huh?"
"Did you think that I'm running out of tricks?"
You chuckle while running your hands up and down his muscular arms, "Are you?"
He glares at you and then attacks you with haste, little kisses that make you giggle.
It's time for his trick, the ace up his sleeve, dragging his lips down to where he can please you the most. If one thing that he's confident about is going down on you and pleasing you with his mouth, his full lips and greedy mouth make a lethal combination that can make you squirm to eventually fall apart against his mouth.
His arms curve under your thighs, his hand joining yours to knead on your breast and the other keeping your leg open so he can dive deeper into your wetness.
Your moans are getting louder, breathless and he takes it that he's doing it right, licking your slit repeatedly with his slick tongue, then sucking on your clit.
"Oh my!" You gasp, tugging at his hair a little too hard.
He withdraws his mouth to give you a few seconds to catch your breath, kissing your inner thighs and smearing your juices all over with his lips.
"You taste sweet," he murmurs with a soft kiss on your clit.
It's so lewd and endearing at the same time yet your heart flips.
He glides his hands down to your thighs, pinching the flesh while looking at you with his head hanging low between your legs.
He presses a kiss on your thigh, "so, so sweet," he murmurs again before lowering his mouth to your cunt again. Your body goes limp as pleasure fills your body to the brim that it's almost overflowed out of you.
Changbin knows you're on the brink of climax, your legs are shaking, and keep wanting to clamp his head in between, he licks on your essence and tastes more of you.
"Can't take it anymore..." you breathlessly say to him, your hips lifting off of the bed.
Changbin doesn't reply but keeps going, responding to your words with more actions, more pressure on your clit, and letting it melt under his tongue.
"Oh my, oh..." your voice breaks into a mix of cries and moans.
It's a wondrous sight to see, seeing you drunk in pleasure with your body flushed with a heavenly glow. He can't resist but plant kisses on your body.
He pauses to rest his head on your stomach while adoring your little tattoos inked on the skin, continuing his trail of kisses to stop on your chest.
Your hands going in his hair to tenderly cradle his head, "that was a slick trick!"
He chuckles with his mouth against your collarbone, he takes it that the pleasure has slowly dissipated. He puts his arms around you, stopping your body to lift, making you gasp in surprise.
You gasp once more as he sits you down on his lap.
"Time for your trick, princess!" He teases you, tickling your neck by placing slobbering kisses.
You laugh into his hair with your hands around his neck, "I need to borrow your magic wand for that," you tease back.
He kisses your lips before answering, "With pleasure!"
It's the one thing that Changbin never knew would arouse him so much, how small you are around him, under him, on his lap.
But you always manage to take his cock well.
His eyes are watching the way his cock disappears into you, little by little and eventually buried completely inside you, in all that goodness that wrapped his cock snug and tight.
"Bounce, baby, bounce!" He coos as you move on his lap, bouncing on his cock with your breasts moving along to the movements.
He is more than eager to take them in his mouth, sucking on your nipples, gently nibbling on the flesh. Your moans and the skin-slapping sounds of your bodies colliding for every move you make on him echo in your room.
Your trick is of course doing magic on him, except that you haven't cast the spell yet.
Your hand is in his hair then slowly your put your mouth close to his ear, "you can cum inside me, Bin!"
His mouth lets go of your breast instantly, as if it would help him make sense of the words you just whispered to him. He holds you by your waist and put you on a halt, "what did you say?"
You give his lips a quick peck then answer him, "I said, you can cum inside me," you repeat.
Changbin draws a deep breath, overwhelmed by your surprising offer which he can't resist. He takes another moment to gather his thoughts by putting you down on the bed again then slowly pulls out of you.
"What's wrong?" You ask because he looks rather confused when you thought he would be ecstatic about it.
He props a hand against the bed and towers about you, "you want me to cum inside you?" He asks again like you speak another language to him earlier.
You cup his jaw in your hand, "yes, only if you want to."
He lets out a breathless laugh and hides his face in your neck, "I need a moment."
"Take as much as you want," you say to him while holding him close.
After the much-needed time, he pushes his cock inside you again with low moans escaping your mouth until he is fully sheathed in your warm velvety walls.
There you are again, looking so small under him but not having trouble taking his big cock, it arouses him so much that he doesn't want to waste another second to thrust into you.
"You're so small," he murmurs with his face only inches away from yours.
"The bed?" You ask.
He chuckles and places a kiss on your lips for your wit.
"And you're so big," you say back, a hand wrapped around his neck.
"So little..."
"Yeah?"
"So good..." he sighs in delight.
"So fucking good..." he sighs again as he feels you clench around him which gives him the assurance to pick up the pace.
You keep looking at him and forcing him to look back at you, watching every face you make as he pounds into you.
He groans, he can feel that he can't hold it much longer, it's just so good he can't take it anymore.
"Bin?"
"Mmh?"
"You're going to cum inside me, right?" You casually ask like you didn't just ask him to plant his seed inside you.
Those words do nothing but make him impatient for a release he groans in response.
"Going to fill me with your cum?" You ask again while brushing his hair to the back and keeping them there.
It's your twinkling eyes that resemble a child's so much that gets him off yet what you ask of him is far from innocent, it's improper, filthy and he likes it so much.
His body answers to his need by moving faster, faster and the next thing he knows, he's soaring high to cloud nine.
Your legs locked around his waist to not let him pull out yet, you want every drop of his seed inside you.
He continuously groans yet keeps the motion of his hips going, slowing down the pace while his mouth searches for yours.
It's nothing like he ever had before, he believes sex hits differently because he did it with you.
There's not much space to move around on the bed but to hold you close and kiss you while trying to calm himself down from his high.
The trip to the bathroom helped him but all he wanted is immediately go back under the covers with you.
Your hands are stacked under your chin as you lay on top of him while his hands rest on the arch of your back, fingers twirling the end of your hair.
"I have something to tell you," you say.
"Go ahead and tell me!"
"I like you," you mutter to him as clear as day.
That makes him wonder how can you make everything seems so easy. He should learn from you how to speak his feelings out loud.
"But not that much," you quickly add.
That, he doesn't expect.
You chuckle seeing his baffled expression, "what I mean is it would be the right time for you to leave," you say.
His hands stop playing with your hands, "what do you mean?"
"I know you don't like sticking to one person for long," you say, speaking so softly as to not let him get the wrong idea, "I'd completely understand if you don't want to continue this."
He watches your face as you explain everything to him, how you don't want to be involved more if he just wants to fool around with you. He gets the message but it's too late for that.
"Then we got a problem," he says to you.
You tip your head to the side.
"I already like you too much," he wraps his hands around you and holds you close like you weren't lying on top of him already.
"A nice offer though but I have to say no," he finishes with a shrug and a smirk.
You shrug as well and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, "don't say I didn't warn you!"
-
Changbin breaks into a run once his class is finished.
He wants to catch you before you leave for the next class, he can make it in 5 minutes if he runs fast enough to the art class.
The students are spilling out of the door when he gets there, he takes a break to catch his breath and walks to the art class. You are talking to a guy and he spotted the bottle of juice, the same one you gave him the day he modeled for the class.
He dashes towards you and hugs you from the back, doesn't hesitate to kiss you in front of other people.
"I was talking to someone," you scold him as you pull away from the kiss.
You turn your head at the guy again, "I'm sorry," you mutter your apology to him.
"No worries!" He says.
Changbin tightens his hand around your waist as if to mark his territory and you silently chuckle at him.
"I'd better go then!" The guy says and slings his backpack on one shoulder.
"Thanks for the hard work!" You say and watch him leave.
Changbin finally can relax and lets go of you, putting on a displeased face, "so you did that to the other models too?"
You shake your head and go to your chair to take your bag, "yes, I do thank them for their hard work."
He isn't that jealous but then he sees the drawing you made on the guy and he suddenly feels a fit of intense jealousy, he wants to be the only one you draw that good.
But that would be selfish of him, also, he can't blame your talent.
You put your hand on his chest and say, "I did that to you too!"
He suddenly feels bad for being so jealous, because it reminds him of how he met you. He takes your hands and pulls you to the changing room.
"I have to go to my next class," you mumble but not stopping him from taking you inside.
"But we have a few minutes before that!" He insists, locking the door behind him.
You look at him, scoffing because he knows he is up to no good.
He flashes you a smirk as he leans in close and then puts his lips on your lips, capturing you in a kiss that he craves so much because the make-out session in his car earlier wasn't enough.
You giggle as he places kisses on your neck while his hands move down to your legs, sneaking under the hem of your dress.
"We don't have time for your magic trick," you tell him.
That doesn't stop him from keeping going, he hastily kisses your lips and confidently says, "I can make anything happens!"
You scoff and put your hands around his neck, "of course, I believe you."
But that didn't sound convincing to him, he needs to make you believe that it's possible for him to do it.
"Want to bet?"
This is what he likes to play, he knows his odd and the odd is in his favor.
You slyly smile at him, considering his offer for a bit before nodding, "okay."
He smirks at you again before kneeling on the floor, putting his hands under your dress to pull your underwear down your legs.
Without lifting the dress, his hand traces your delicate flesh, easily locating your clit to gently circling on it. He looks up at you and sees how your mouth slacks open, your breathing grows heavy as he teases it more by running his fingers down your slit, soaking his fingers with your arousal.
"Here comes the magic trick!" He says as he lifts the hem of your dress.
And this is what he likes to see, that thing between your legs, winning and proving you wrong.
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Your Muse - Leo Valdez x Male!Apollo!Reader pt.2
a/n: f/f = favourite flower
Part 1
„I can’t believe you did that!“ He was pacing around in the Apollo cabin and contemplating whether or not to strangle his brother. Y/N could feel his heart pounding against his chest.
„This is the thanks I get for helping you?“ Will chuckled at his brother’s overreaction. It is rare to see the usual calm and collected guy lose his mind over something as trivial as this. It’s apparent that Leo is capable of riling him up.
Y/N sent him a look of disbelief and pointed an accusing finger at him.
„You call this help? My bow is not damaged, how am I going to face him after you told him that? He’ll think I’m a liar and a waste of his time.“ He took a deep breath and sat on his bed.
„You’ve gottta man up, little bro. Now go and meet him and DON’T chicken out.“ Will ruffled his younger brother’s hair slightly. Y/N nodded and wordlessly left to the Bunker 9.
*knock knock*
„Yeah?“ Leo took off his goggles and turned to look at the Bunker 9 door. Y/N entered in all his glory which made Leo smirk. He shamelessly looked him up and down as the other male approached him.
„About time you showed up.“ He grinned, that stupid grin which always gave Y/N butterflies.
„Hey, sorry I had to help Will in the infirmary.“ He noticed his bow on the table, now it looked brand new.
„Here, I fixed your bow. It was very damaged almost beyond saving, but of course, yours truly – the incredible Leo manages even the impossible, heh.“ He crossed his arms behind his neck and leaned in his chair, obviously very relaxed. He peaked at the taller male. „you know, you could’ve just come over if you wanted to see me but I admit, your creativity is cute.“
Y/N wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk from his handsome face so he opted for the second best move: denial.
He covered his hot face with his hand and mumbled into it.
„Don’t be silly, some Ares kids just got violent and my poor bow was the victim.“ He shook his head.
Leo spoke without thinking. „You don’t have to be shy about it. I mean, all da ladies and gents love the bad boy supreme.“ His ego got the better of him.
Y/N grumbled under his breath, his face was so hot it even rivaled the Sun, which might have actually made his father proud.
„Anyway, thank you for repairing it.“ Y/N grabbed the bow swiftly and made his way towards the door. „Goodbye!“
„Wait!“ Leo called out but he was already gone. He cursed under his breath and slumped in his chair. Great job, Leo, he thought to himself.
The next few days were even more awkward since Y/N avoid Leo like the plague. Y/N was too embarassed after their interaction and would flee every time the two of them were together.
Leo now felt terrible for scaring his crush away so he turned to the most reliable person he knew when it comes to stuff like this.
Piper McLean.
„Pffft, hahaha!“ Leo glared at her while she giggled like a maniac. Piper calmed down after a few minutes and wiped a tear from her eye and looked at him with now a serious expression.
„I’m not saying you ruined your chances but you’re on thin ice, buddy.“
Leo scratched the back of his head in frustration, his friend wasn’t reassuring him in the slightest.
„Come on, help a guy out? How do I approach him now?“ Piper stood up from her bed and grabbed his shoulders.
„How to approach a timid guy, you say?“ She tapped her forehead twice as if in a deep thought. „I got it!“
She leaned in and whispered her plan in his ears. Leo bit his lip and looked at her skeptically. It sounded simple but he wasn’t sure if he could pull it off. He shook his head in an attempt to rid of the negative thoughts. He looked out of the window and saw Y/N helping some of the younger kids with archery.
„Okay, I’ll do it, hope it works. Thanks, Pipes.“ His friend nodded and watched him leave with a small smile.
„That idiot, so oblivious.“
In the evening
Y/N sighed as he finally got to the Cabin 13, this day has been too long for his liking and even if he loves working with the kids, his social battery is drained.
He got to his bunk bed, all sweaty and gross. Now he wants only two things: a hot shower and his warm bed (and possibly some late night reading)
Just as he was about to sit on the bed, his e/c caught something gold and shiny covering his pillow. Y/N looked closer and noticed a mechanical f/f adorned with beautiful ruby stones. He took it into his hands and observed it.
No note was attached to the flower so now he didn’t know who gifted it to him. He shook his head and put it away on his table. He’ll try to solve it tommorow.
Y/N steals one last glance at it and went to prepare for bed.
„So, did your boyfriend liked the flower?“ Leo’s older sister, Nyssa teased him. He sat at his bed, lovesick expression painted on his face. He frowned at her question.
„He’s not my boyfriend... yet, and anyways I didn’t stick around to find out. That would defeat the point of the element of surprise, ya know.“ He said, as a matter of factly.
„Sure, sure, hermano. What did you write anyway? Some sort of half assed apology?“
Leo straightened his back almost instantly. „Write?... As in with words?“
Nyssa shook her head. „You’re hopeless, you know?“
Leo groaned and smacked his forehead. He forgot to sign his gift for Y/N. He really is stupid sometimes.
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The Set-Up
Leo Valdez x Daughter of Poseidon!Reader
Word Count: 940
Warnings: Mentions of food and eating, mild language
Request: Leo Valdez x Reader where the Aphrodite cabin finds out the reader is in love with someone and Percy (being their big bro) tries to comfort reader and find out who they love. maybe he sets them up??? (any pronouns will do)
Requested By: @officialfictionalwreck
A/N: This is monthsss late but I hope you like it anyway. It was super fun to write!
The unfortunate thing about your best friend being a daughter of Aphrodite is that it is impossible to keep it a secret if you have a crush on someone.
You’ve tried your best to keep it under wraps - never mentioning Leo around Lennon, avoiding the son of Hephaestus at all costs, attempting to show an aversion to the concept of love altogether - but you should’ve known she would find out at some point.
“So, who are they?” Lennon asks, plopping down in front of you with her hands under her chin.
“Hm?” You look up from your book in confusion.
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” she says. “I know you’re in love with someone.”
You’re unable to respond for a moment. “What are you talking about?” you say when you find your words.
Lennon rolls her eyes. “The dreamy looks, the constant zoning out, the random smiles - face it, (Y/N), it’s obvious. So who is it?”
“Not telling,” you say, turning back to your book.
“(Y/N)!” Lennon whines. “I’m a daughter of Aphrodite, I need to know.”
“Ah, but that is precisely why I’m not telling.” You smile coyly and wink before walking away.
~
“So, who are they?” Percy asks when you enter the Poseidon Cabin.
You stare at him. Now, Lennon was bound to find out. Percy, on the other hand, is the most oblivious person you’ve met in your life. “What?” you squeak.
“Your crush,” your brother replies. “Piper told me about it.”
“How did Piper - “ You groan. “Lennon!”
“You have a crush on Lennon!?”
“No!” You look at him incredulously. “Lennon figured out I like someone. She must’ve told the entire Aphrodite Cabin. Gods, this is what I get for being friends with an Aphrodite kid.”
“Aw, damn.” Percy puts an arm around you. “You upset?”
“Nah, not really. At least no one knows who it is.”
“Oh, that reminds me.” Percy looks at you intently. “Who is it?”
“Nice try, Jackson.” You get up and walk out of the cabin.
“(Y/N)!” he whines.
~
Percy has made it his life’s goal to find out who your crush is. Unfortunately, he’s had no luck so far. He’s followed you as closely as he can, watching who you talk to, examining your reactions to everyone you interact with, but he hasn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. He’s about to give up when he sees you with a certain son of Hephaestus. Your cheeks are flushed, your movements are nervous, you can’t stop smiling - Percy has no doubt about it. You are in love with Leo Valdez.
Percy immediately forms a plan to set you up. He’ll tell Leo to meet him in the woods for some running practice and tell you to go with him on a picnic. Then he’ll spy from the bushes just to make sure everything goes well. And that it doesn’t go too well.
“Leo!” Percy runs up to the son of Hephaestus. “You wanna go on a run with me?”
Leo gives him a weird look. “Uh, sure. When and where?”
“The woods around one.”
Leo nods and goes back to working on Festus. Percy executes step two of the plan next.
“Hey, (Y/N/N),” he says casually.
You look up. “Oh, hey Perce. What’s up?”
“You wanna go on a brother-sister picnic this afternoon?”
You blink, surprised. “Sure.”
Percy grins. “Great. Meet me in the woods around one.”
“Got it.” You smile back and go back to reading your book.
Percy’s grin widens as he turns away. “It’s all coming together,” he says to himself, quietly enough that you can’t hear him.
~
When you get to the woods you’re filled with confusion. The picnic is there, but Percy is nowhere in sight. Your confusion only grows when Leo runs through the bushes.
“Why are you here? Where’s Percy?” the two of you say in unison. You blink at each other.
“Percy told me he wanted to go running,” Leo says.
“What? He told me he wanted to go on a picnic.” Then it dawns on you. “Gods damn you, Percy,” you mutter under your breath. You sigh. “Well, we can’t let this picnic go to waste.”
“Oh, thank the gods,” says Leo in relief, plopping down on the blanket. “I really hate running.”
You let out a laugh and sit down beside him.
“It’s so weird that he told us both to meet him at the same place at the same time, then didn’t show up,” says Leo through a mouthful of food.
You laugh nervously. “Yeah. Weird.”
The picnic goes by in a blissful hour of talking, laughing, and stuffing your faces. By the time the food is gone, you’re not even mad at Percy for setting you up.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Leo says as the two of you pack up the picnic.
“Of course,” you reply. “Ask away.”
“Would you wanna do this again sometime? But like, as a date? I really enjoyed talking to you.”
You look at him in surprise. “I…”
“Yes!” You hear a cry from the bushes before you can respond.
“Huh?” You and Leo rush over to the source of the noise, only to find Percy hidden in the leaves. “Percy!” you exclaim.
“Uh, hey, (Y/N/N)!” He smiles sheepishly. “How was the picnic?”
“You set us up,” Leo realizes. “And then spied on us!”
“Maybe?” Percy winces.
“Get out of here, Percy.” You shake your head irritatedly, but you can’t help but smile just a bit.
“Fine, fine.” He tumbles out of the bushes and brushes himself off. “But, for the record, it worked.”
“Out!”
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Companions reactions and thoughts to you jumping off of the Prydwin/high or tall buildings in power armor.
Cait- oh fuck yeah!
She wouldn’t ask if it was okay to do such, shed just jumped right off the deck since you have her her own set of power armor. Or anything possible. There was something badass about jumping off of a high structure and landing without a hitch.
She’d actual challenge you to see who have the biggest sack and jump off the highest point of whatever you could find.
She won.
Codsworth- mum no
He far more prefers it if you don’t put your life in so much danger. The commonwealth is already super dangerous as is, poor ol Cod’s didn’t need to worry about your reckless actions
The first time you did it, you had to go back up the deck and fly back down simple because Codsworth wouldn’t budge.
He‘a very displeased with you if you jump from any height that could cuase any type of harm to.
Curie- oh heavens no, goodness gracious no!
She very much enjoys taking the vertabird and will do such if you jump.
For the next few minutes, all you’ll hear about the dangers of doing such, both to your body and to your surroundings.
Even if you give her power armor and reassure her that it will be fine, she will still take the vertabird.
Danse- Loves it
He’d always enjoyed jumping off of tall or high things, the thrill and rush he would get falling through the sky and landing was almost as pleasing as getting into his beloved suit.
Would take the vertabird when he was either solo or with those who didn’t have the privilege of getting a set of power armor, but you first jumped right off he didn’t hesitate to follow you.
You thought that you were either going to have to convince him or withstand a very long lecture from the bastard but was very surprised when you heard him land next to you with a massive goofy grin.
There is now a rule that there is no jumping off of the Prydwen after you almost crushed someone, again.
Will shout “Outstanding” or “Ad Victoriam”
Deacon- not for him
He may have done a lot of things in his life but he planned to keep jumping off of the Prydwen off of his bucket list. Nothing was going to get him to do it.
You were able to convince him to do it, how? Peer pressure.
He threw up afterwards.
Dogmeat-you can’t
You simple cannot
No
Nope
Hancock-impressed that you have the balls to do it
It was a bet, he placed down all of his jet and said you’d get it all if you jumped. You didn’t even hesitate to do it, already had your hand on the rail and leg up on top of the rail
You got very high that night.
Respect +100
MacCready- let me go again
Took a lot of caps but you got MacCready to do it. About 1,000 caps outta ya pocket but man hearing him scream like a little girl was worth it
“If rollercoasters we’re still around, I’d like to image that what riding one of them feels like”
He will occasionally ask to borrow a suit so he can do it over again. Every time he’ll scream like a little girl.
He now owns a set of power armor just for jumping off of things.
Nick- critical and annoyed but he’ll do it
Constantly talks about the chances of a a sting gust of wind knocking you over and falling flat on your back or face.
Despite all that junk, he’ll do it if he’s not wanting to deal with bigoted comments about him being a synth.
Has been pushed off by people of the Prydwen. A couple of close call drownings later, no one messes with him anymore.
Piper- Next big story.
“Blue-“ every time she sees a potential jumping point. It’s too late
Talked about you being her next story, a “power armor pancake with some strawberry syrup to go with it, chunks included”
“Piper wtf”
Preston-rathe take the vertabird
He enjoys the bird much more.
Will almost throw a fit if he can’t get to rid the bird.
“Flying makes it easier to get to a settlement that needs our help!”
“Preston stfu” *jumps off Prydwen*
X6-won’t catch him that high up or falling into the water
Hahahahha
No
“I’d like to keep my knee caps”
Strong- not even allowed up on the Prydwen.
Thinks it’s a sign of power
Likes it
Makes fun of you for needing metal cage.
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Fallout 4 romanced Companions reactions to sole being cute and todderlike when they get anxious? Like they hold their companions thumb or bunch up the bottom hem of their shirt?
FO4 Romanced! Companions React to Sole with Anxiety Tics
This was an awesome prompt! Thanks so much for sending it in! I hope you enjoy! 😊
(Also, I realized after the fact that I totally have like... almost all of these tics. So this was a fun journey of self discovery for me 😅 )
Cait:
Cait’s nostrils flared as Sole sat beside her, their anxiety clear in the way they incessantly cracked their knuckles over, and over, and over again. How their knuckles could even crack that much, Cait wouldn’t know. And she knew a lot about knuckles! She even cracked her own from time to time. But this seemed like overkill. Her hands would fly over to grab at her partner’s, her grip firm in the way it pried their fingers from where they clenched at their knuckles. Sole would look up at her in shock, utterly unaware that they were doing it at all, and Cait would loosen her grip, flashing them an apologetic smile and asking if there wasn’t some better way for them to release their pent-up anxiety? Maybe they could train with Cait? Box a little? C’mon, she promises to go easy!
Curie:
"Oh! Mon dieu, do not injure your clothes like this!" Curie would focus her attention on Sole, gently pulling their hands from where they bunched and tugged at the fabric between their fingers. She knew this was a tendency her companion had whenever they felt uncomfortable, and the doctor would do her best to find an alternative coping mechanism for Sole to deal with their stress. Going through breathing exercises and helping them to identify what was the true cause of their anxiety, and then trying to make whatever it is seem less daunting, Curie would do everything. Her medical training would help quite a bit in these instances, but her presence at Sole’s side would be all the more comforting, given the nature of their relationship. Once Sole shows Curie that they are trying to adhere to her more professional coping mechanisms, the doctor would be thrilled, giving constant praise and encouragement to her partner any time they seemed to be successfully dealing with their anxiety.
Danse:
Danse would spend a long time wondering silently to himself why it was that Sole always made that face when they spoke to strangers for the first time, or they seemed lost in thought, or had to speak in front of a crowd. Their mouth turned sideways, chin gyrating in such a strange way… He wondered if it somehow helped them? He wasn’t sure. When he finally managed to ask Sole about it, and they looked down at their feet in embarrassment, their expression raising up to reflect that very same face that he had been inquiring about, he decided that he already understood. He had a nervous tic as well, his superiors always berated him for cracking his knuckles when he was stressed, and now he would be the one to say something to Sole, to place a hand comfortingly on their shoulder and fix them with his sympathetic gaze when they were anxious enough to bite at the inside of their cheek. He would feel as though he were being too hard on them every time he told them to cease their nervous tendency, no matter how gentle he was about it, but ultimately he told himself, (and Sole if they brought it up) that it was because he cared. The idea of them physically harming themself, even in such a miniscule way, wouldn’t sit right with him, and he would try to work with them to find a more productive outlet to dealing with their anxiety.
Deacon:
The Railroad agent noticed early on that Sole would tug at their collar when they got antsy, and would see it as an opportunity. Every time he would see them reach for the top of their shirt, he would do the same to his own, making it a game to see how long it takes them to notice his mimicking. It was a fun way to pass the time, and to distract his partner from whatever it happened to be that was worrying them. Once Sole made it clear to Deacon that they knew what he was doing, he'd just grin at them, nice and big, telling them that everything was gonna be okay, maybe pulling them in for a reassuring hug or kiss if they looked like they needed one. Bonus points if they get nervous talking to him. In that case, he just stares straight back at them as his hand mirrors theirs, tugging at his own shirt collar…or he may even begin to tug at their collar as well, booping them on the nose as he tells them how cute they are when he makes them nervous.
Hancock:
When Hancock first noticed Sole biting at their cuticles, he figured they might be hinting for him to stop doing it himself, as that had always been a habit of his. He would continue to watch when they did it, to see if they only tore at the tips of their fingers after they had seen him do it himself, but that didn’t seem to be the case. No, only when they were about to have a tough conversation, speak in front of people, or otherwise were uncomfortable, would they engage in this destructive action. Hancock would smile to himself, approaching his partner and would slowly pry their hand from their mouth as he asked them what was bothering them. When they admitted to having their little habit, he would ask if they’d noticed his, and found that they thought he was the one mimicking them. The pair would chuckle at the thought, both of them thinking the other was making fun of them; when, in reality, they both just coincidentally happened to have the same bad habit. From then on, the couple would work together to try and prevent the other from tearing at their fingers, and would instead settle for holding hands when one of them was uncomfortable.
MacCready:
He hated to think that he liked when his partner was anxious, but he just can’t help but smile whenever he notices Sole bringing their fingers up to tangle in their hair. The way they nervously stroked at the strands on their head, turning them round and round into little coils that would unravel once their hand left it’s place atop their head, it always made him smile; and in certain situations he would most definitely have to resist the urge to tackle them with his affection. In other situations however, if they weren’t in a very public place, or a dangerous area, if their nervousness was stemming from his steamy compliments, he wouldn’t hesitate to run his own hands through their lovely locks before covering their blushing face with kisses, even as his own cheeks turned pink. Did he ever make them flustered on purpose? Um... no. He wouldn’t dream of it ;)
Nick:
Whenever Nick sees Sole's hands running up and down their thighs, he knows that they're becoming uncomfortable. It’s his job to pay attention to the little details, and it hadn’t taken him long at all to notice his partner’s little habit, and to take action when he realized that the action was direct evidence suggesting that they were uncomfortable. No matter the situation they're in, Nick will cease whatever he's doing and reach over his good hand and rest it atop one of theirs, or lay it, palm up, on their thigh so that they can grab ahold of it if they so choose. The old synth's eyes miss nothing when Sole is in an anxious state, and he, without fail, will offer himself as a listening ear, a hand to hold, or an advice giver until he sees that Sole has physically calmed down.
Piper:
"Stop biting your nails, Blue!" Piper would shout every time she saw her partner giving in to their little nervous tic. It almost became a game with her, to see how quickly she would notice their discomfort. The sooner the better, because then she could help talk them through whatever was bothering them, Sole would startle easily every time she did it, but would find themself looking forward to the times that Piper caught them “red handed,” as it were. Sole rarely ever registered when they were doing it, and the fact that their partner did, well… they would be touched to know that Piper paid that much attention to them. And it made them even happier when she offered to paint their nails or give them a hand massage whenever she noticed that their nails were grown out.
Preston:
The first time Sole went to grasp his hand firmly in theirs, Preston thought it was rather odd, as they weren't yet together. Though he didn't mind, he did bring it up to Sole later on, just out of curiosity, and when they explained that it was a nervous tic they had, to grab onto someone they trusted when they felt anxious, he would feel nothing short of honored. The fact that Sole felt comfortable enough with him to look to him in their time of uncertainty, that they depended on him like that… it would warm his heart. As it became more of a common occurrence, the two would develop a sort of communication system this way, if Sole squeezed his hand a certain number of times it would tell him what they were nervous about, which became quite handy (pun fully intended) in certain situations. As bad as he feels about Sole being uncomfortable in any capacity, he can't help but admit how much he adores their reaction to it. It makes him feel strong, and protective, and loving, and trusted, and needed, and allows him to communicate to Sole that he'll always be there for them.
X6-88:
The courser's attention would fall to Sole the instant they started shifting side-to-side on their feet. His eyes would note the condition of the rest of their body, knowing full well that this tic of theirs was a direct result of their anxiety. When he realizes that Sole is outwardly fine, he won't quite know how to help them, but he'll want to try to do something for them. X6 will move towards them, reaching out a hand and placing it on their shoulder, his grip soft, but the weight of his palm pressing down on them would help ground them and prevent them from continuing their nervous movements. He'll want to help for their sake, want to make them feel safe, but also will want to prevent them from disclosing their anxious state to any onlookers or potential enemies.
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found myself | knj
PAIRING namjoon x bartender (any gender)
GENRE slice of life? a little bit of crack.
RATING 18+ just to be safe
WC 538
WARNINGS language
SUMMARY namjoon finds himself, but not really where anyone expected
AN a little imagine for you <3 thanks to @reliablemitten @starlightindeepestnight @btsarmy9593 for the inspo and the chuckles while writing this. ur the best.
©wwilloww Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.
FOUND MYSELF
No one expected things to happen like this.
Not even him.
Maybe it was the tequila. Top shelf. Or maybe it was the lights, spraying like stardust around the darkened room. Or maybe it was the DJ, 39 and wearing basketball shorts at least a decade old.
But late one night, at approximately 3:27am, Hoseok receives a call.
Wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he answers hastily.
“Namjoon? What’s wrong?”
Hoseok can only think the worst. An accident. Or worse.
“Hobi, the most incredible thing has happened.”
The tightness in Hoseok’s chest releases.
“What’s going on?”
“I found myself. In the club.”
What follows is nothing less than a new obsession. It’s an odd one, admittedly, placed among his others: bonsai tree cultivation, reading, miniature collecting.
But it’s a shining star in his veiw.
Whenever he can, he’s headed to towards the pulsating lights and electronic dance music, like a man who’s heard the piper’s song.
What follows is something that none of his friends expected.
Namjoon leaves work in a rush when he can and heads straight to the club, dark clothes barely hiding his identity.
There, he finds a spot, alone among strangers, where he can dance. The evening passes quickly as he rotates through his large assortment of dad moves: the sprinkler, the snorkeler, and the two step, some of his favorites. When he’s feeling fancy, he’ll throw in a little more spice.
Sometimes he wears his glasses to the club, only to realize once they’re entirely fogged up and he can’t see. He spends the rest of the night dancing with them precariously balanced atop his head. This happens one time too often, to the point where he thinks he should get one of those weird glasses necklaces, so he can wear his reading glasses around his neck at the club.
The bartenders come to know him, less because he’s always ordering something and more because once you get him chatting, he rarely stops.
There’s one who’s eye he catches from across the room. He approaches one night, a grin on his face, sweat on his brow.
“Hey tiddies,” the bartender says, barely looking up. And then their eyes widen. “I mean, I mean—just hello.”
“Tiddies?” Namjoon asks, eyes widening. “You mean, like, breasts?”
The bartender laughs nervously. “Um, yes.”
“You call me tiddies in your head?”
The bartender is looking wildly uncomfortable now, and looking for an opportunity to get as far away from the very handsome, very lovely man that they’ve just now embarrassed themselves in front of.
“Are you psychic or something?” Namjoon says, leaning over the bar. “Did you know my bonsai is named tiddies?”
“You have a bonsai?” they ask.
“Yes, you want to see?” But before they can answer, Namjoon is already leaning over the bar, pulling his phone from his pocket and showing them his green glowing lock screen. “Isn’t he cute?”
The bartender knows nothing about plants, let alone what makes a tree cute, but this handsome stranger is leaning so close, his collogne so intoxicating, that they nod along, smile, and lean a little closer.
“My name’s Namjoon by the way,” he grins.
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Can I ask what it would be like for Solsu having to take care of drunk romanced companions? Bonus points if they're told about their shenanigans afterword.
Cait:
(Angry drunk)
•It's best that you don't drink in polite company with her. She's already a feisty individual with a burning passion for inflicting pain, you make her drunk and it's only a matter of time before she incites some horrible fight.
•Sounds funny, but it's really not. Reign her back. Please.
Curie:
.......you aren't really gonna let her drink, right? I highly advise you don't....
Danse:
(Horny drunk 👀)
•Danse hardly ever partakes in more than a couple glasses with company and this is exactly why.
•At first it all starts off nice and smooth, just Danse beginning to gradually relax- which is "outstanding" considering his usual rigid disposition. However once that fine line of too many drinks have been crossed, all hell breaks loose.
•It'll start with comments on your appearance, simple incessant "you look beautiful"s spoken with dazed eyes...then it escalates to Danse pulling you into his lap where you're met with his obvious "intentions" prodding you in the ass, all while being held in a bear hug from a blushing, smiling Paladin who happens to look like a kicked puppy when you make him calm down with a drink of water. Don't worry, he might mope but he'll quit if you tell him to.
•Perks back up when you tell him it's time to go to bed...only to mope even more when he realizes that no, it isn't for sexy times. No worries, he'll be happy so long as you let him hold you..
•Is absolutely ashamed and horrified of his behavior when he wakes up and you tell him what went down. Probably will hide his face in his pillows and try to disappear. Swears he won’t drink again and make a fool of himself like that….will totally drink some more.
•Just be lucky he wasn’t feeling melancholic like a post BB Danse would.
Deacon:
(Stupid drunk..)
•Ever seen that one video of that guy busting through drywall like Kool-Aid Man? That's Deacon's level of maturity when properly intoxicated.
•No worries, Desdemona is going to bitch at him from the time he does something too stupid until he isn't even drunk anymore. Frankly, he deserves it too- he's destructive, reckless, and...well..hilarious, but that doesn't mean it's redeemable!
•He seems to perfectly remember all his antics, some he even reflects upon with a proud grin..until his hangover ends up making him wince in pain. Just...take care of him, there isn't any point in trying to scold him. Des has that covered anyways.
Gage:
(Emotional drunk)
•A drunk gage was both extremely rare because of his genuine hate for alcohol and also very shocking. Sure, one may assume that someone so rugged and tough like a raider- especially Gage- would have no issue handling his liquor....oh how wrong you could be...
•You weren't entirely sure what happened, much less where he got the idea, but somehow Gage got the absurd notion that you decided he wasn't good enough for you and you were going to just leave him behind. He'd keep it in for a while, slowly growing more quiet as he took practical gulps of his drink. That doesn't last.
•Eventually he starts to cry, silent tears pouring from his good eye. Whenever you actually notice, it's too late. Just pray no one else is around when this next part happens.
•All it takes is you coming to his side, placing a comforting hand on his back and he crumbles. He'll grab you and push his face into your chest and start sobbing, wailing incoherently as he begs you to not leave him.
•It might seem humorous, but it raised several questions.
•The morning after his outburst, you wake up extra early to present him with a half way decent breakfast in bed- extra grease on the food for good measure. Once he seems to be more coherent, you make sure to talk to him about his apparent fear of you not loving him...which brings him close to tears once again whenever you finally convince him that you do in fact love him and won't ever leave his side so long as he loves you back.
Hancock:
(Stealthy drunk)
•Unfortunately, the mayor of Goodneighbor doesn't really have any fun antics..well at least any that would point to him being intoxicated. Sorry.
Macready:
(Over indulging drunk)
•Mac is arguably the best one to get shit faced with, especially if you like drugs and food. Oh yeah, something about eating while intoxicated is irresistible to him. Think of it like munchies, but in Mac's case, five times as bad.
• After a couple drinks, Mac nonchalantly will reach into his pocket- gesturing for you to come close- before putting a cigarette in your mouth and lighting up- using your's to light his own. If you don't set a stopping point, the two of you will wake up down two packs, several empty containers of jet, and crumbs everywhere.
•When faced with the consequences of his gluttony, Mac will just sit there and whine as his stomach does cartwheels. That's punishment enough...
Maxson:
(Mr. Vomits-a-lot drunk)
•It takes a whole hell of a lot for Maxson to get shitfaced thanks to his rather strict habitual drinking. After all, it would be a strange day if you didn't see him knock a bottle of whisky out before finally turning in..which was kind of sad come to think of it..
•Nonetheless, he does occasionally push his limits when he's especially stressed and it's never pleasant when he does.
•It was sort of funny, in retrospect. One minute you and him were sitting on the flight deck together, casually talking whilst finishing off a bottle of shitty vodka (unknowing that he had already burned through countless bottles before meeting you) when suddenly Arthur started to look pale. It just kept getting worse until eventually he was frantically motioning for you to follow him as he ran to the railings, sticking his head over before throwing up whatever was on his stomach..sending it to a several hundred foot drop below.
•It's a good thing you held him, otherwise the brotherhood might've been short an elder and you short a partner.
•When confronted with his..let's say "overindulgence", he'll sort of look away and try to change the subject. It's probably best if you try to hide liquor for a while.
Nick:
(Doesn't drink....)
Old Longfellow:
With his age and experience? He's the same as Hancock.
Piper:
(Daredevil drunk)
•Hope you're sober, because if you aren't- there's a good chance you'll be spending the night in Diamond City Jail.
•Piper is reckless on a good day, putting alcohol with that in mass quantities and she's wild. Just hope you have strong will, because she sure as shit isn't going to back down easy.
•It's kind of funny, but her go to is to do crazy shit. Jump off the roof? Hold her cup. Want to vandalize the great green wall? Fuck yeah. Nothing beats the time she wasn't careful and threw a lit cigarette down Ann Codman's cleavage during a heated argument with her.
•She has no regrets either, so don't expect her to be remorseful in the morning whenever you tell her what she did. If anything, she'll just laugh next time she sees Ann.
Preston:
(Over thinking drunk)
•If it wasn't lowkey annoying, you'd probably think Preston's drunken neuroticism was hilarious. Not to be gotten wrong, but even sober, your love could be extremely insistent..mix his anxious attitude with liquor and you end up with a terrible night.
•You knew better than to let him have more than a couple beers, seeing as his tolerance wasn't exactly the best, and yet here you were. Preston pensively sitting at the bar beside you, rich eyes narrowed and focused on the liquid in his glass- his hands resting against his head.
•"I know you're dying to ask...." "Okay babe, since you brought it up...do you think putting electrical wire around our people's settlements would be a bad idea? It might closely resemble a prison but it's for their own good. Wait- shit, what about the kids? Oh god..."
•He may just sheepishly rub the back of his head and apologize in the morning..but he'll be quick to revisit some of the key points and ideas with you if you so much as give him a chance.
X6-88:
(Ridiculous drunk)
•It was only one time..thankfully.
•You, and your whole group of friends had to convince him to try it out- but once he started, he couldn't stop.
•This asshole would throw down drinks faster than Hancock..which was terrible considering his painfully low tolerance to alcohol.
•One thing goes to another and next thing you know, "The Wanderer" is playing in the background, X is singing and dancing like an idiot, and everyone is gathered around- terrified at what they were seeing. It's sort of like seeing a deathclaw do ballet- so, totally understandable.
•He dares you to bring it up later, dares you.
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grocery stores
in which annabeth is in a grocery store and accidentally leaves her phone with the most attractive boy she’s ever seen,, percabeth,, accidentally deleted the ask lol
Annabeth has never been someone to particularly enjoy shopping. It’s too boring in her opinion, just walking around a store with people that seem just as done with life as her, and she usually does whatever it takes to get out of it.
When she gets to the point that even she can’t scrap up something to eat out of her fridge, she decides it’s probably for the best that she goes shopping just this once. Annabeth doesn’t even bother changing out of her clothes, just throwing a sweater to protect against the biting wind and calling it a day.
The walk through the grocery store is exactly as she expects it to be. It’s entirely too cold in the produce section, and she doesn’t think that she’s ever been so bored in her entire life. She tries to hurry along as fast as she can, but there seems to be someone standing in front of every single item that she needs, so it takes a lot longer than it probably should.
It’s not until she’s dumping an armful of items onto a conveyor belt that she decides grocery shopping may not be as bad as she initially thought because the boy standing at the register is downright beautiful.
Annabeth’s fingers twitch as though compelled to pull her phone out of her pocket and take a picture to send to Piper – Piper would no doubt appreciate the art that is the boy’s face – but she restrains herself. There’s still two people in front of her so she settles for letting her eyes trace over his figure while he’s distracted.
His hair is black and looks incredibly soft, and she wants nothing more than to run her fingers through it. She can see his side profile, and his jawline is sharp enough to cut. Stubble lines his chin, and the muscles of his arms ripple with each movement to scan an item. Annabeth is by no means looking subtly, but he doesn’t acknowledge it.
Annabeth is so deep in thought, biting her lip, that she doesn’t even notice him looking up until his eyes lock on hers. She jumps at the shocking gaze he gives her; his eyes are a vibrant green, and even from where she stands, she can see the dark green outline of his irises. He appears a bit shocked, his movements helping his customer faltering slightly before he resumes and looks away from her with no reaction.
Her face flushes deeply, and she considers leaving her stuff and simply walking away before deciding that would be even more damaging to her ego. It’s not long at all before she’s at the register and the boy – Percy, she reads – starts grabbing her items.
“So,” Annabeth starts, biting her lip. She wants to say something to ease the tension she can feel quickly building. “I don’t know if you saw, but…”
He smiles tightly, interrupting her with the piercing beep of the scanner. “I saw.”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking at you, though. I was just–” She cuts off, aware of how lame her excuse seems.
“Looking through me?” he suggests kindly.
She opens her mouth to respond but snaps it shut when she notices the gleam in his eyes. She brushes her hair behind her ear, suddenly aware of what she’s wearing, before she places her phone down on the counter just so she has something else to do than look at him.
“Sure,” she says. “Let’s go with that.”
“Was the image behind me fascinating?” he asks, lazy and amused.
“It was absolutely enthralling,” she says sarcastically.
“Yes, my… not-face tends to do that to people.”
Annabeth laughs lightly. “Your face is not that good,” she lies.
“That’s why you were staring at me the second you set your stuff down, right?”
“I was not.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“It’s not my fault,” she defends. “You have a nice jawline.”
He pauses his movements to blink at her. “Jawline?”
“Uh.”
“It’s alright,” he tells her, resuming the scanning. She notices that he seems to be going slower than he was minutes ago, and she tries not to think much of it. “I don’t mind when cute people stare at me.”
“Oh? Do you get lots of cute people staring at you?”
“None as cute as you,” he says. His eyes burn into hers, and she’s confident that he’s just as captivated by her as she is by him. “You’re something else.”
“You can tell that from a minute of conversation?”
“I’m good with words,” he says.
That, you are, she thinks. He’s making her feel butterflies in her stomach with nothing more than the simplest of words. He’s finished scanning her things, and her smile drops when he tells her the total, disappointed that their fleeting interaction is almost over.
She grabs the bag from his hand once her card goes through, and her fingers tingle as they touch his slightly. Annabeth half expects him to say something more, but he doesn’t say anything else. He just smiles kindly, and she takes a step back.
“Have a good day,” he says.
“You too,” she says as she turns. Though she’s disappointed, she can’t help the excitement that’s coursing through her. Annabeth’s already thinking of if she should go back the next day under the guise of forgetting something, and again the day after. It’s silly but it was genuinely one of the best interactions she’s had in a while.
She’s halfway down the block when she decides to text Piper about the attractive boy she’s just met, so she moves the bags to one hand to grab the phone from her hoodie’s pocket with the other. She’s thinking of how to word it as she reaches into the pocket, and–
The phone isn’t there.
She stops dead in her tracks as panic begins to take over. She’d had it when she started talking to Percy. She set it down on the counter before paying and then… she had never picked it up.
“Great,” she hisses, turning to look over her shoulder. It only takes her two seconds to decide she has to go back. She’s already imagining how stupid she’s going to look for leaving her phone right in front of him, and she really didn’t feel like embarrassing herself any further in front of him.
When she talks back in the sliding doors of the small store, he’s no longer by the registers. Instead, he’s wandering the aisles, seemingly organizing some of the shelves. She desperately doesn’t want to, but he’s the easiest way to find her phone, so she accosts him slowly.
She’s about to tap him on the shoulder when he turns around, his eyes lighting up with recognition.
“There you are! I was expecting you.”
She shifts her feet. “Yeah, I left my phone here on accident and just need it back.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what is identical to her phone, waving it in her face. “You mean this phone?”
“That’s the one,” she confirms. She reaches towards it but he pulls away before she can grab it.
“How do I know this is yours?” he asks teasingly.
“You watched me set it down earlier.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says. “A dear customer pointed it out several minutes after you left, actually. I have no way to know if it’s really yours.”
She scowls, trying to snatch it. He just moves further. “Give me my phone, Percy.”
He laughs at her attempt to say his name scathingly. “What’s your name?”
She crosses her arms. “Annabeth.”
“Well, Annabeth, I’m going to need you to prove that this is your phone.”
She sighs, exasperated, but he says it with a smile on his face so she knows he’ll give it back soon enough. She decides to play along with his game. “How do you expect me to do that?”
He hums, pretending to think. “Perhaps you can give me your number so I can call it from my phone. You know, to see if it’s really yours?”
“Subtle.”
“I wasn’t aware we were going with subtle today, Annabeth. I mean, the way you were staring at me earlier wasn’t very subtle.”
Her lips pull up in a smile. “I guess I have to give you my number then. So you can make sure it’s really my phone because you totally didn’t see me set it down earlier.”
Percy chuckles, and she finds she really appreciates the way he makes the room seem brighter. “I guess so.”
And she does. He wastes no time in putting her number in his phone as she whispers the numbers into his ear, and it doesn’t go unnoticed when he saves her as a contact. He presses call, and, of course, her phone starts to ring in his hand.
She snatches it from him, and he lets her this time. She picks it up and slides the bar to answer. “Hello?”
“Is this Annabeth? From the grocery store?”
“It is,” she says, eyeing him with a grin that matches his. “Am I good to have my phone back now?”
“Not quite. I just need one more piece of information. To make sure this is really your phone and all.”
“Giving a ten digit phone number wasn’t enough?”
“Odds of guessing it are too high,” he says.
“You must not be good at permutations then.”
“I don’t know what a permutation is.”
Annabeth bites her lip to stifle a giggle. “What did you have to ask?”
“Well, now that I have your phone number, I was wondering if you’d like to grab dinner sometime. My treat.”
“Dinner?”
“Or lunch, or breakfast. I’ll even do brunch.” With that, he hangs up the call so that he can step closer and talk to her directly. “It’s your choice, Annabeth. And you really don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Who says I don’t want to?”
“I’m just giving you the option to say no.”
He’s looking at her with such hope, and she doesn’t think she has it in her to say no because he’s gorgeous and kind and has an amazing sense of humor. She thinks that it has the chance to turn into something so full of love if she gives it a chance.
“I’d love to,” she says.
“Breakfast, lunch, or brunch?”
“What happened to dinner?”
“We can do all four of them,” he says.
She grins, her chest blossoming with warmth at this perfect boy standing before her. “I’m holding you to that.”
Percy doesn’t disappoint.
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Companions react to Nora saying random crazy thing at seemingly nobody. She will say things like “You Half Baked Potato!!”“You Vegan Meat! “Unwise Breakfast!!” When she is sad she will mutter “oh my cheddar cheese” “I love you my housefly When she is in combat she will scream “Steam those waffles!!”“Imma gonna put some ketchup on those fries!!”When she is asked why she does this she says that when she was sad he husband would cheer her up by saying these and she hopes that he will respond to her
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Cait - Thinks that calling people a "soiled onion ring" is the dumbest thing that she has ever heard. She has no idea why F!Sole is saying such bizarre things so unexpectedly. But when she finds out that F!Sole's husband said these things and she's hoping for a response, she is completely bewildered and somewhat embarrassed by her personal thoughts. She is just thankful that she never said anything about her feelings before. She ends up shouting strange insults herself in an attempt to make F!Sole smile at least a little. Granted, Cait calling people a "smelly omelet" is a little odd, but she's got the spirit.
Piper - Honestly is not quite sure what to think when F!Sole starts battle and immediately says that she's going to "steam those waffles." But Piper goes with it. After all, her Blue seems to be pretty enthusiastic about it, so that's good enough for her. However, when she figures out that F!Sole's husband used to say those things to cheer her up, Piper suddenly realizes just how important these saying are. Therefore, next time that they start a battle, before F!Sole can say anything at all, Piper yells at the top of her lungs, "Time to bake the biscuits!!!" This, of course, earns a giant grin from F!Sole. Her husband may never be there to respond, but Piper's definitely going to reply whenever she can.
Curie - Thinks it is extremely odd, and she finds the behavior to be stranger than any that she has ever observed. She does not question it, and overall just goes with it. She actually even takes up some of F!Sole's insults since they are so vanilla and free of any cussing. When F!Sole finally ends up telling her that her husband did this to cheer F!Sole up and make her happy and F!Sole has been hoping for him to respond, Curie is quite surprised and she apologizes, asking if she should not have responded to it herself. F!Sole assures her that it is fine and she knows he's not coming back. She also assures her that she loves for Curie to do it since it gives her some comradery and helps her cope with his loss. Therefore, after that, Curie tears out with a new vigor about the entire ordeal, and even thinks of a few new insults that F!Sole uses. After all, calling raiders "a sour batch of unpasteurized milk" is just too good to pass up.
MacCready - Thinks it is weird at first, but he does see the merit in it. It helps him keep from saying worse words that he promised Duncan he wouldn't say. So he clings onto her tradition and uses it himself whether she prompts the entire thing or not. But when she tells him that her husband did it and she hoped for a response from him, MacCready clams up and is scared to say the stuff anymore for fear that he's intruding on something that is special between F!Sole and her husband. However, she soon tells him that she wants him to keep going with it since they are keeping a piece of her husband alive with their use of it. So he just says "okey-dokey, steaming artichokey" and rolls with it.
Deacon - Is one hundred percent on board with it. He thinks it is absolutely awesome to call people "Vegan Meat" and he is thinking of even more insults and battle cries every chance that he gets. When she finally says that this was a way her husband made her feel better about things and that she is saying it with the hope of her husband's reply, he feels quite awkward. But he quickly recovers and tells her to "cheer up, little housefly." The comment makes her happier, and she finds it quite entertaining when he thinks of stuff like that on his own. They soon become a dynamic duo in spurting random word combos and driving Glory and anyone else around crazy with them. They especially love to confuse P.A.M. and Desdemona has repeatedly told them to leave her alone or they're going to be finding a new replacement P.A.M. all by themselves.
Codsworth - Immediately recognizes what she's doing. He remembers how sir used to say these sorts of things to her just to earn a smile from her. When she admits that she is saying them in hopes of garnering a response from the man, Codsworth feels quite terrible for her. He thinks hard for a moment, and he soon tells her, "Cheer up, my dear mozzarella mistress." He doesn't know much about what he's doing with the nicknames, but it makes her laugh a little, so he considers it a win. He will now proceed to say these sorts of things when she is sad in an attempt to at least bring a remnant of the comfort of sir back to her.
Hancock - Just raises an eyebrow and mentally wonders why she doesn't just cuss out her enemies. He's pretty sure that they're not going to take her seriously if she keeps calling them things like "Moldy Burrito." Soon enough, he figures out that her husband said those things to make her laugh and that she wants her husband to reply. Therefore, he resolves to defend her if anyone dares to make fun of her for her odd words.
Danse - At first thinks that she has been exposed to way too much radiation. He soon asks her if she is alright and if she needs to sit down for a little while. She responds, explaining that she's fine and she was just hoping her husband would respond since he used to say stuff like that to make her feel better. He is immediately completely at a loss as to what to do, so he just holds her in his arms. He resolves to try to reply to her so that she does not spend all of her time waiting on a response from someone that will never give one. While "greasy suit of power armor" and "dusty, musty uniform" is not too insulting, he does the best he can, and F!Sole appreciates his attempts. He almost never says them, but when he notices that she's having a bad day, he pulls them out.
Preston - Just sort of laughs it off at first. It is a little weird but he gives her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe that was something normal from her time. But when she explains the true meaning behind it and says she is hoping for her husband to reply, he is baffled. He before long starts to try to think of something to say that relates to her strange little words. He ends up placing an arm around her and calls her a "kind potato crisp." It is a pretty bad use of the words, but F!Sole appreciates the thought behind it.
Valentine - Thinks its adorable even if it is a little odd, so he just lets it go and lets her do as she wants and continue calling people strange names. However, when she informs him that she is doing it and hopes that her husband will respond to her, he offers her a big hug and they have a long talk about things and what her and her husband used to do together. When they've finished their talk, he tells her "Chin up, green pea."
X6-88 - Thinks that she needs some sort of psychiatric help or a good long nap when he first hears her call someone a "half-baked potato." She quickly assures him that she is alright and that her husband used to say this sort of thing to cheer her up and she hopes he'll reply one day. At that point he just stares at her as if she has lost her mind for sure. However, after a very, very long moment and after ensuring no one except her is around, he finally says, "Do not be depressed, frozen TV dinner."
Dogmeat - Likes how full of gusto she is when she shouts, so he barks along to emphasize her words. However, he does notice how she is quiet for a moment afterward and quickly seems very disappointed when she hears silence. So he whimpers a little and licks her hand, pressing his nose to her palm. He does his best to make her feel happier in these times of sadness.
Strong - Is even more confused than usual and he cannot even be angry because he is so bumfuzzled. He often wonders what exactly is an "Unwise Breakfast." When she explains that she hopes for her husband to answer her when she says these strange things, he grows irritated and tells her that he's dead and when human or super-mutant is dead, then they don't say anything at all.
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hey wait look at this:
ONE.
Jason knew what they had to do to defeat Gaia. He knew the risks. But he wanted to take those risks himself, not put them on Leo.
(BoO ch, 50)
He stared at me. “But you cannot fight,” he said. “I will not have to! They are so frightened of you, if I show myself, they will run.” “No,” he said. “It is too dangerous.”
(The Song of Achilles, ch 30)
TWO.
‘Gods,’ Nico said. ‘Is everyone okay?’
‘Leo …’ Jason’s voice broke. ‘He said he had a plan.’ The comet disappeared behind the western hills.
Jason waited with dread for the sound of an explosion, but he heard nothing over the roar of battle.
Nico met his eyes. ‘He’ll be fine.’
‘Sure.’
‘But just in case … For Leo.’
‘For Leo,’ Jason agreed. They charged into the fight. Jason’s anger gave him renewed strength.
(BoO, ch 51)
“Who did this?” His voice is a terrible thing, cracked and broken.
“Hector,” Menelaus says. Achilles seizes his giant ash spear, and tries to tear free from the arms that hold him.
(TSoA, ch 31)
THREE.
“Well. We are settled then.” He turns to go, stops. “I was sorry to hear of Patroclus’ death. He fought bravely today. Did you hear he killed Sarpedon?” Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead.
(TSoA, ch 31)
Nico sensed Jason’s sorrow like an oncoming storm. ‘You know, you couldn’t have stopped Leo. There’s nothing you could have done differently. He knew what had to happen.’
‘I – I guess. I don’t suppose you can tell if he’s still –’
‘He’s gone,’ Nico said. ‘I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you otherwise, but I sensed his death.’
Jason stared into the distance.
(BoO, ch 56)
FOUR.
The sound that comes from him is hardly human. “I tried to stop him! I told him not to leave the beach!”
“You are the one who made him go.” Briseis steps towards him. “He fought to save you, and your darling reputation. Because he could not bear to see you suffer!”
(TSoA, ch 31)
‘I can’t contain the fire much longer. I’ll vaporize her. Don’t worry. But you guys need to leave.’
‘No!’ Jason said. ‘We have to stay with you. Piper’s got the cure. Leo, you can’t –’
‘Hey.’ Leo grinned, which was unnerving in the flames, his teeth like molten silver ingots. ‘I told you I had a plan. When are you going to trust me? And by the way – I love you guys.’
(BoO, ch 52)
FIVE.
Jason hung his head, even his glasses lost in shadow. ‘We should have been there at the end. We could’ve helped Leo.’
(BoO, ch 54)
His limbs twitch and shudder. Give us both peace. Burn me and bury me. I will wait for you among the shades. I will— But already he is waking. “Patroclus! Wait! I am here!”
(TSoA, ch 31)
SIX.
Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms. The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.
(TSoA, ch 33)
‘You remember the time in Detroit, when he flattened Ma Gasket with a car engine?’
‘Or those dwarfs in Bologna. Leo took them down with a homemade smoke grenade made from toothpaste.’
‘Commander Tool Belt,’ Jason said.
‘Bad Boy Supreme,’ Piper said. ‘Chef Leo the Tofu Taco Expert.’ They laughed and told stories about Leo Valdez, their best friend. They stayed on the roof until dawn broke, and Piper started to believe they could have a fresh start. It might even be possible to tell a new story in which Leo was still out there.
(BoO, ch 57)
SEVEN.
And the arrow flies, straight and silent, in a curving, downward arc towards Achilles’ back.
Achilles hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. He turns his head a little, as if to watch it come. He closes his eyes and feels its point push through his skin, parting thick muscle, worming its way past the interlacing fingers of his ribs. There, at last, is his heart. Blood spills between shoulder blades, dark and slick as oil. Achilles smiles as his face strikes the earth.
(TSoA, ch 32)
While Jason’s back was turned, Caligula wheeled about. He threw his spear, driving its point between Jason’s shoulder blades. Piper screamed. Jason stiffened, his blue eyes wide in shock. He slumped forward, wrapping his arms around Tempest’s neck. His lips moved, as if he was whispering something to his steed. Carry him away! I prayed, knowing that no god would listen. Please, just let Tempest get him to safety! Jason toppled from his steed. He hit the deck facedown, the spear still in his back, his gladius clattering from his hand.
(TBM, ch 33)
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ZERO.
“Yes. But it is not his fault. I forgot to say I wished him for a companion.” Therapon was the word he used. A brother-in-arms sworn to a prince by blood oaths and love. In war, these men were his honor guard; in peace, his closest advisers. It was a place of highest esteem, another reason the boys swarmed Peleus’ son, showing off; they hoped to be chosen.
(TSoA, ch 5)
Jason studied him for a moment. Piper was sure he was going to tell Leo no. Then he smiled. “We started this together, Leo. Seems only right you come along. You find us a ride, you’re in.”
(TLH, ch 10)
#jason grace#leo valdez#valgrace#long post#ummm#tsoa#tlh#tbm#boo#vg pa parallels 💕#not really just like that tag for myself#ummm....#ship analysis 😯
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alya (@griffin-wood) made this lovely board of my hunters from the midnight hours as a present way back in december and i still love it so much so here it is <333 plus i needed an excuse to talk about my girls so under the cut for a really long list of unsolicited headcanons lol
sage marano
random fact: sage is cross-dominant. she writes with her left hand, does everything else with the other.
arion x sage: they kiss and cuddle a lot lol and when they’re together and arion sees a rat - because it’s new york - he’ll point at it and tell sage: “hey, it’s you!” if he sees another rat, “it’s you again!” and sage always tells him to shut up but she’s also laughing. arion’s also the only person who knows that on bad nights, sage sleeps with a plushy so he gave her a light brown teddy bear he made for her at build-a-bear and named it bearion devereux.
brotp: nikolas x sage x blane (x arion): over time - when arion and blane finally moved past their differences - all four of them have become a tight friend group at and outside of work. in fact, the roles are reversed because now it’s blane who has to endure nikolas and sage’s frequent banters which primarily consist of nikolas being effortlessly witty and sage eventually running out of comebacks. and once she does, she turns to blane like “blane, can you believe this guy?” then he just rolls his eyes and says “what now?” which prompts nikolas to tease his partner, “now you know what it feels like.” so blane ultimately shifts his attention to arion: “make them stop.” but arion just grins and smugly asks him to “say please.”
piper ellis
random fact: piper left wayhaven for new york because she wanted a fresh start. when she took a job at iaos, she had no clue she’d still be dealing with supernaturals.
nikolas x piper: when they don’t have work, piper teaches nikolas how to play guitar and even though nikolas quickly learns, he’ll say “how do you play this chord again?” just so piper will hold his hand again. sometimes, she can tell he’s just faking it but it’s whatever because she wants to hold his hand too. when nikolas teaches piper how to play the piano, he sits her on his lap then puts his hands over hers and rests his chin on her shoulder. if he’s feeling playful, he’ll poke her where she’s ticklish every time she messes up.
brotp: blane x piper: early into their friendship, piper bought a little succulent plant for blane as a “peace offering” even though blane never asked for it. to this day, he still has it on his desk. he also looks out for her the way he does for his partner despite knowing she can take care of herself, but he initially wouldn’t admit it - one time when nikolas was busy at the lab, piper invited blane to have lunch. when someone accidentally bumped into her, she insisted she was fine but blane told the stranger to “watch where you’re going.” when piper knowingly smiled at him, he was like “what? i have to get you back to nikolas in one piece.”
brotp: arion x piper x rylan: piper is introverted and a bit less adventurous; arion likes to take her to amusement parks which they both love and where piper feels carefree. eventually rylan comes along and they become a solid trio; arion and rylan like to coax her out of her shell but sometimes it’s like piper has an angel and a devil on each of her shoulders — rylan: hey have you tried [insert daring activity]? ; arion: pipes you don’t have to do that — but like blane, arion and rylan have a tendency to be a bit protective of piper like their little sister
bonus brotp: kian x piper: piper and kian don’t have a lot in common so they don’t hang out often (also because she doesn’t wanna bother him) but when they do, piper genuinely enjoys kian’s company especially when she needs some down time and he doesn’t seem to mind her presence anyway. they just sit there making small talk or in comfortable silence. when rylan’s being annoying and teasing piper, kian occasionally deadpans “leave her alone, villanueva” even when piper obviously isn’t bothered at all
beatrice dumont
random fact: tris’s favorite flower is tulips. she dreams of visiting all the tulip fields in the netherlands one day.
blane x tris: they have a very chill relationship tbh and i guess ordinary? (in the best way!) - they cook together, cuddle and talk about their days, etc. and while blane doesn’t like to remember how hostile he was to tris, tris likes to reminisce every once in a while and joke about it. if blane has a scowl on his face (not because he’s upset; just one of his default facial expressions that tris is so used to) she’ll cup his cheeks and coo: “it’s like i’m meeting you for the first time all over again”
here’s a specific headcanon for them because i feel like the one above sounds lazy 😭😭 — for their first anniversary, blane and tris decided to have a simple date because it falls on a work day and they’ll both be “too tired” to do something elaborate and a bit fancier than usual. on the day of the occasion, blane comes home to tris’ surprise candlelit dinner along with a few more candles that she has set up safely around the apartment to loosely recreate the lantern scene from tangled, blane’s comfort movie.
brotp: nikolas x tris x kian: tris loves answering crossword puzzles and when she’s stumped, she always asks nikolas and kian for help that she eventually made a group chat with just the three of them for this purpose. they’re also the group to most likely have a friendly competition over who has the least number of guesses on wordle; nikolas and tris would often ask kian first how many tries it took him to get the word, secretly hoping he used up all his attempts because loser buys dinner.
parker faye
random fact: parker participated in competitive swimming in her late teens. up to this day, she likes to rightfully brag about being a butterflyer.
rylan x parker: they either cuddle or wrestle. parker will wear one of rylan’s old clothes and rylan will tell her where he was hiding the time he was wearing it and parker will kiss him and remind him he’s home now OR she’ll act all edgy and say “bet i can beat your ass” and rylan’s like “oh yeah?” and she’s like “i’m one of iaos’s top hunters, remember?” and he goes “i wiped the floor with your and devereux’s asses, remember?” then she’ll tackle him onto the couch and wrestle until they fall into a fit of giggles. here are the sweeter headcanons lmao
brotp: kian x parker: when rylan and arion are out, parker likes to stop by kian’s penthouse. she occasionally brings a bottle of liquor she hasn’t seen at his place (he’s most likely already tried it though lmao) and it eventually becomes their thing to have small talk over drinks. sometimes parker orders takeout or if kian offers to cook, she’ll help him in the kitchen. overall, they have a lowkey kind of friendship <3
sutton hart
random fact: also a former detective in wayhaven. despite being good at combat and weaponry, she hates to fight more than anything.
kian x sutton: i wrote some pre-relationship headcanons months ago soooo for relationship hc — sutton’s naturally affectionate but she’s aware of kian’s boundaries on pda so she makes up for it when they’re at home where she gets to be cozy with him and sit on his lap lmaooo and kian knows how badly sutton wishes she could do magic. sometimes, he places his hands on hers and does some very harmless light magic, making it look like it’s coming right out of her fingers.
brotp: arion x sutton: baking is one of sutton’s frequent hobbies and arion is her “official” taste tester. in return, if arion buys a new game, sutton has to try it with him - lots of “arion, i don’t get this!” “you’ll get the hang of it.” but she never does. arion comes over at sutton’s place so often that when he finds her working on a new house project, he no longer questions it. he starts bringing her food in case she forgot to eat again. then she’ll remind him to drink water in case he forgot again.
brotp: nikolas x sutton: they’ve quickly bonded over their love for food and fashion. they talk about it all the time like walking lifestyle magazines. whenever they’re both free, nikolas teaches sutton some dishes from his background and she shares with him her favorite filipino recipes.
brotp: blane x sutton: sutton hasn’t made a lot of vegetarian meals so when she invites the gang over to her place, she texts blane beforehand a link to a recipe she found online and asks if it’s something he likes or to let her know if there’s a specific dish he’s craving for and she always tries to make it for him.
brotp: rylan x sutton: sutton loves rylan but he’s also the bane of her existence and will not pass up any opportunity to annoy the shit out of her
rylan: you dated a vampire right?
sutton: yup
rylan: how old was he?
sutton: 300-ish
rylan: and you said you like kian?
sutton: yeah so
rylan: i’m just saying - since you dated a vampire - i’m a vampire… well, half-vampire. but still. you never thought about you and me? ;)
sutton: ew rylan no
rylan: right sorry. i forgot i’m too young for you
#q#alya 💕#thank you so so much again for this and for caring about my hunters 🥺 <333#i’m sorry it took me so long sjdjksk#my ocs#oc moodboard#oc: sage marano#arion x sage#oc: piper ellis#nikolas x piper#oc: beatrice dumont#blane x tris#oc: parker faye#rylan x parker#oc: sutton hart#kian x sutton#and all the brotp tags lmao#also piper and sutton have the most brotps because they’re my most developed ocs sjdksks#i have a few more platonic pairings but they’re not fleshed out yet so i’ll keep them to myself for now hehe#if these are ooc please know that this was all my mental illness talking
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Just finished the last book in the Trials of Apollo series by Rick Riordan & I have some thoughts:
- Apollo did not change as much as he thinks he did
- Jason Grace did not deserve to die just so Apollo could grow and develop as a character. And this is coming from someone who’s least favorite main character is Jason. The worst reason for a character death is another character’s growth (plot-wise).
- I want more Solangelo content (but don’t we all?)
- Piper being canonically LGBTQ+ gives me LIFE. I appreciate that it was subtle and yet explicit, since Apollo walked in on her kissing another woman.
- I also don’t know if it’s in character for Piper to be romantically involved with or interested in someone so soon after Jason’s death, regardless of the issues in their past relationship
- Rick/ Apollo loses points for immediately friend-zoning them by referring to Shel as Piper’s “friend.” My critique against this is because of the historical connotations of two wlw in a romantic relationship constantly being referred to as “just friends” (also see “they were roommates” jokes/memes/critiques)
- The fight with Python felt way too short after 5 books of build up & 3 nearly impossible to kill emperors
- the chaos scene was kinda cool. I liked that Styx appeared and was basically a disapproving mother chiding him with a non-vocal “I told so you so.”
- I want the Seven’s reactions to Jason’s death from their POV and not Apollo’s. He just skims by it and we get internal monologue of him feeling guilt that feels half-assed.
- I don’t like Apollo as a narrator. And it’s not just the arrogance and occasional callousness of his internal monologue, which I understand is intentional. He just… isn’t interesting and doesn’t grow much as a character. I don’t believe in him. I don’t root for him. I am not invested in his story. Only how it has affected the characters I DO care about, like the 7, Nico, Will, Reyna, etc etc. And I get that this doesn’t make sense cuz I read all 5 of the books. But still. Apollo just isn’t it for me. I would be infinitely more interested in this story if it were told from Meg’s POV.
- we all know Percy & Annabeth only show up at the end to appease the OG fans
- I don’t like the message that Apollo sends at the end with his interaction with Zeus. He basically admits that Zeus is an abusive and horrible father, and that he won’t ever change. He decides to avoid interaction with him without completely cutting off contact or setting boundaries. And it just feels like it sends the wrong message to readers who may be in similar situations with toxic family, a kind of *shrug* “well they aren’t gonna change so just grin & bear in!” Attitude. And it feels like this generation is much more inclined to break cycles of abuse and generational trauma and set boundaries. Which is not the full message here. Sure, Apollo says he’ll be a different person that Zeus, but it stops there.
- topic shift but I loved the inclusion of a demigod who uses a wheelchair just casually ramming into enemies during combat
- Let’s talk about Reyna. I loved the scene where Reyna opens up to Apollo about her experiences with romance and realizing she doesn’t need a man to complete her. But that turning into “my only option is to join the hunters of Artemis & resign as praetor” doesn’t make sense to me. Sure, I saw it coming, but it still felt out character.
- I do love Reyna & Thalia becoming besties, it’s super cute. Badass independent women for the win!!
- Hazel & Frank as praetors… I’m on the fence. They both seem to young and … almost too compassionate? For the role? But yet they’re also fierce and hardened warriors and leaders. Obviously they work well together, as partners in leadership and romance. But idk I still have some doubts there
-I probably have more thoughts but it’s 1 AM so I’ll save them for another time.
#percy jackson#trials of apollo#trials of Apollo spoilers#spoilers#tower of Nero#tower of Nero spoilers#Rick Riordan#Apollo is a shitty narrator#Apollo doesn’t change and I need more people to understand this#trials of Apollo headcannons#headcannons#book review
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Some Leo Valdez Headcanons because I love him <3
You either like him, or you don’t? It seems very black and white around camp. On one hand, Leo is energetic and kind and his goofy personality makes him fun to be around. On the other, he’s always joking making him seem like he can’t be serious and his lopsided grin makes him seem untrustworthy
He’s generally really nice though to absolutely everyone. Regardless of never talking to Leo before, it’s common to see people ask him for a favor. He’s kind of hurt by it sometimes but he thinks he would prefer that than to not be talked to at all
That being said, all his friends adore him. Even if they don’t tell him. It’s pretty much impossible to just be acquaintances with him because Leo is just so out there that people feel comfortable with him really quickly
He has gorgeous curls that everyone touches. He kind of just sighs at it by now because someone’s hand is always in his hair and it’s sweet and all unless he’s busy unless it’s Calypso because she can if she wants to
Out of everyone in the seven, he’s the least threatening. Some of the seven have rbf like Percy, Annabeth, and Jason. And the others can go from 0-100 very quickly in terms of looking threatening. Then there’s Leo LMFAO He just can’t and it makes him the target most of the time (he’s not amused by it)
He’s very attatched to a very specific blanket in his room on the Argo ll because it’s weighted, he says it’s very comfortable and doesn’t let anyone touch it except for the one time when Piper was sick and wanted to stay with him
Speaking of Piper, Leo braids her hair all the time. It started at wilderness school because they were both stressed so Piper had just leaned into him and it was instinctive. Later on, when they were all hanging out on the Argo ll (ik not everyone was friends leave me alone ) Leo would just sit there quietly braiding her hair
When Leo’s sick he almost always has a fever and his fevers are mad high. Due to high heat resistance his like low fevers are 104. He scared the living hell out of Piper with this once because he felt like crap so he sat next to her and put his face in the crook of her neck and he was burning up
He can also just tell people’s temperature by sticking his hand against their forehead
He likes when friends give him validation but he absolutely cannot take a genuine compliment. One time Jason clapped him on the back, smiled, and went “nice job Leo, I’m proud of you” and Leo just looked at him and sputtered
He over-engineers blanket forts for no reason. He just thinks it’s fun. He was talking with Calypso and she mentioned she was bored so he spent three hours making a fort and both of them will agree it was the best thing Leo has ever built on such short notice
He wears a lot of rings! He just has a lot of them on each hand and it’s become like a mini tradition to give Leo one. His favorite ring is one that Harley made him
He gets really nervous when it comes to physical affection. Growing up, physical contact usually meant getting the crap beat out of him so he’s extremely wary of it. So if and when someone touches or hugs him, he tenses up and it takes a few seconds for him to force himself to relax
That being said, if he trusts you enough to initiate physical contact, he’s very touchy and he’ll seek you out if he wants a hug
When he’s tired he tends to let his guard down and it’s usually when he has serious conversations with people. When he wakes up the next day he doesn’t really remember what he said but he’s usually more comfortable around the person he talked to
Kids love Leo and Leo loves kids. Kids tend to not hide stuff and they leave their feelings out in the open. He knows how to interact with them because they aren’t complicating it by hiding everything. He says they’re like little machines except easier to understand because they tell him what they want
So at Camp if there’s a new little kid who’s pretty freaked out, they kind of just throw them at him and Leo will get them situated
However he isn’t good with babies and toddlers. He thinks they’re really cute and they still adore him and like to pull on his hair but he gets too nervous around them because they’re small, easy to hurt accidentally, and can’t communicate properly
He’s very specific with how he keeps his stuff. To anyone else, it seems like he just throws it around but there’s an order to the mess. If you mess it up, he actually gets really frustrated and upset (not necessarily at you but in general it freaks him out and he can’t do anything else until he fixes it) and it’s one of the only times Leo actually wants an apology instead of just letting something go
He apologizes every time he explains his feelings. At this point, he kind of just expects everyone to tell him to get over stuff so when anyone takes the time to sit with him and listen to what he’s saying, he apologizes a bunch but when he’s done he also says a lot of thanks
Some people around Camp think Leo is dating Piper and some people think he’s dating Jason. Leo isn’t dating either (mostly because if they were to break up it would be awkward asf), but everytime someone asks him about either one of them, he smiles and says “yes! I’m their boyfriend :)” simply because it’s fun to watch people be confused when someone else says he’s dating the other one and to annoy Jason and Piper
Leo and the Stolls are frenemies. They find each other mega annoying but they work well together so they pull off some pranks together
He likes to sing. His voice is really calming and a lot of people really love to hear it but he gets embarrassed easily so the only one who ever really gets to is Jason.
He also likes to dance. He’s not as great at it as he is at singing but he thinks it’s fun
He plays with peoples hands. He fidgets all the time and if there’s no trinkets for him to take apart and put back together again, he’ll grab Jason or Pipers hand and start rubbing his thumb across it and playing with their fingers
He builds little trinkets for people all the time. Just for fun and just because he can but he likes seeing people smile because of it. He does it to the newbies too. Just drops it on their bunk. They never figure out who leaves it until later because they have to find out who left it themselves
#jule.txt#leo valdez#leo valdez headcanon#piper mclean#jason grace#tlh gang#tlh#the lost hero#heroes of olympus#hoo
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"Fellas, Is It Gay to Perform Necromancy on Your Ex-Crush?" - Valgrace (1/2)
Summary: Nico decides to help Leo reach out to Jason.
Notes: This is a 2-part story because I made it too long lol. Also it's technically valgrace but it features nico & leo more (for this first chapter).
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The firelight flickers over Leo’s features as he sticks his marshmallow stick into it. Despite the warm company of flames, goosebumps still rise against his bare arms as a gust of wind pushes through the evening air.
He sighs. Piper’s been gone for too long, and he’s getting lonely on his own. He could easily move across to the other side of the amphitheater and sit with his siblings, but right now, Leo really just wants to be with his best friend. He hasn’t seen her in a long while and it’s been nice catching up with her.
The marshmallow’s lightness gives way to darkness as it chars in the fire. Leo considers bringing it closer again, but he figures it might be better to let it continue roasting. He likes the taste of burnt marshmallows.
So did Jason, Leo thinks wistfully. Then he scolds himself for even thinking about the late demigod.
It’s been months since he’s has died. Leo should be over it by now; he should have moved past it. But he hasn’t.
It’s hard to forget when every time he thinks about Jason, he can only remember the secrets he kept from him.
Leo scrubs a tired hand across his face. He needs to stop thinking about him. Jason’s in the past, and in front of Leo is only the future. He can’t keep himself tied to what could have been, but instead focus his attention on what can be.
Besides, Nico’s already sent in those holograms that Leo made Jason while he was trying to find his way back to the real world. That alone has released the demigod of some of his guilt; at least Jason’s going to finally know how he feels.
But it’s not enough. Leo needs to talk to Jason. He needs to let go of him for once and for all.
The marshmallow in the fire blazes. Its whiteness bubbles and boils in the flames, then hardens into black crust. Leo almost laughs. How metaphorical.
The crunch of footsteps snaps the demigod’s attention, and he turns to the sound of it. Expecting it to be Piper, Leo offers a false grin to the approacher and gears up a joke to exclaim. Upon closer inspection, however, his eyebrows jump in surprise and anxiety - as well as a little bewilderment - hum in his blood.
A teenage demigod stalks towards him, his dark, feathery hair fluttering in the cool air. Silver tips gleam in the firelight at the ends of it. Abysmal obsidian eyes bear into Leo’s own, and a knowing, embarrassed smile cracks against the hero’s face.
“Nico,” Leo murmurs into the quiet. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he responds. His deep, glass-like voice resonates in the air and pierces into Leo’s ears. “Mind if I sit?”
Leo scoots over to make room for him, offering a confused but nonetheless welcoming look. “Sure. Cool hair, by the way.”
Nico smiles. “Thanks. I did it after a mental breakdown.”
“Sounds ideal.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Oh.”
After an uncomfortable pause, in which Leo turns back to his marshmallow in embarrassment and Nico picks on his jeans, the son of Hephaestus asks, “What brings you here?”
“I live at camp,” the demigod says blandly.
Leo rolls his eyes. “Not what I meant.”
Nico’s dark eyes glimmer with amusement. Despite Leo’s melancholic state just seconds before, a flutter of relief overcomes his heart. He and Nico haven’t talked much since he’s gotten back, but he’s glad to see that the demigod looks a lot more… comfortable here, for lack of a better word. He looks like he’s found his place.
“I know,” Nico says. “I’m actually here to talk to you.”
Leo nods. He’s been expecting this. “About the holograms I asked you to send Jason?”
The other demigod shrugs. “I’m a curious person. I’m just wondering what’s up with that. Totally fine if you don’t want to talk about it, though. But, you know, seeing how you asked me to travel to the Underworld specifically just to do that… Can’t help but be a little anxious about whatever it is that I gave him.”
Leo nods again, but this time a trickle of anxiety runs down his back. His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.
“I don’t mind talking about it,” he says. Leo turns his gaze to Nico and offers him a pointed stare. “Besides, I think more than anyone, you might know what I’m talking about.”
If Nico understands what he means, he doesn’t show it. He remains still and patient, unsurprised, as if he’s expecting whatever Leo’s about to say before he even says it.
The son of Hephaestus sighs. He pulls his marshmallow stick back from the fire, but he doesn’t make a move to take the sweet substance off. His mind wanders back to so many nights ago, when he, Jason, and Piper had been sitting in this exact place, telling each other scary campfire stories and laughing when any of them cracked a joke.
It’s amazing how much has changed within a year.
“Listen, Nico,” Leo begins, his voice strangling itself, “I just want to start by saying that… I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you on the ship. I wish I could have been a better person to you then. But I guess I was dealing with my own stuff, and I was kinda blinded by my own issues to see that others around me were having troubles too. So I’m sorry about being inconsiderate to you.”
Nico waves his hand by way of dismissing the apology. “It’s fine. I understand that. My problems didn’t need to be of your concern, and I’m sure there were things that I could have helped you with that I hadn’t. Don’t feel sorry, Leo. You were dealing with your own issues.”
Leo shakes his head. “But it’s… I…” He groans and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “It’s more than just me being sorry. I just wish I’d let you know you weren’t entirely alone. In terms of being, like, confused about your… identity, I mean.” His heart flutters in his chest as he turns again to Nico, anticipating the demigod’s reaction to his admittance. He’s not sure if he’s come off as direct as he needs to be.
Nico frowns. “You mean, like, me being gay? What does that have to do with this?” he asks defensively.
Leo notes the way his voice hitches at the word “gay,” like he’s still trying to taste the way it feels around his mouth. Nico shifts the tiniest bit away from him, as if he’s fleeing from judgment. The sight of it creates a crack against Leo’s heart; he doesn’t want Nico to feel like he’s being criticized.
“What I’m trying to say,” Leo says in what he hopes is a calming voice, “is that… I know what it was like. I mean, I don’t know what it was like to be you specifically, but I get that anxiety over your sexuality. I… I went through something similar.”
For a moment, it seems as though Nico doesn’t fully understand. His eyebrows curve into the center as he absorbs Leo’s words. Confusion sparks against his eyes. But after a moment - a moment in which Leo’s eyes bear deeper into Nico’s, begging him to comprehend - understanding flashes against the son of Hades’ features. “Oh,” he murmurs. “So… Are you saying…”
Leo nods. “I’m… queer. I know you and I haven’t had the same experiences with our sexualities, or even in general, but just know that… I wish I could have done more to reach out to you.” He shrugs. “Maybe we could have helped each other out.”
Nico offers a hesitant smile. “Yeah. I guess so. Wish I’d known, too. But… I’m honored you told me. Admitting this kind of stuff can take a lot of courage, as I’m sure you know. I’m glad you’ve come to some kind of conclusion about yourself.”
“You too, man,” Leo says. “I’m glad that you’ve found a way to move on from your fears of yourself. I’m not sure where you stand in terms of your confidence, but just know that we’re all proud of you. We all support you.”
Nico’s smile widens, just a bit, and that’s enough to make Leo’s heart skip a beat. He’s never seen Nico look so sure of himself, but the sight of it makes Leo excited, too. It gives him hope that maybe someday, he’ll be able to reach that level of assurance.
Not today. But someday.
Nico rolls his eyes. “Enough of this cheesy stuff. What does this have to do with those holograms?”
Leo shifts in his seat, contemplating what to say and how to say it. His chest thrums with a sudden burst of anxiety at the very prospect of admitting to Nico something that took him so long to do to himself. How will Nico even take the news? Would he make fun of Leo? Would he tell him Leo’s feelings are a mere joke?
Will he understand?
Leo’s chest expands as he takes a deep breath. He knows he’ll feel better when he tells someone about why he’s done what he’s done. He’s kept this in for too long.
The son of Hephaestus plays with his fingers in his lap, if only to get a distraction from the world around him. “I… I really… I liked Jason,” he murmurs. “I spent a lot of time pining for him. But I also spent a lot of time hating myself for liking him.”
Nico’s eyebrows lower and he offers a considerate, empathetic nod. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
Leo turns his gaze to the son of Hades. Sincerity sparkles in Nico’s eyes, and an urging look covers his features. Leo’s anxiety lulls itself as he sees the understanding; at least the son of Hades isn’t judging him.
“Yeah,” Leo murmurs, “so that happened. It’s kind of why I decided to date Calypso. I just wanted to… forget about my feelings for him, you know? But that wasn’t fair to her or me, because in a way I kind of used her. We’re broken up now, though, which I think is better for both of us. Still good friends.”
Nico offers a polite nod.
“Anyway,” continues Leo, “I was getting tired of keeping that secret in. So you know how I sent that hologram to you?” When Nico nods again, Leo takes that as a sign to go on. “Yeah, so I tried doing something similar to Jason. Except for him, I kind of just kept all those holograms for myself. They were mostly used for therapeutic purposes, just so I could get a better understanding of myself.” Leo sighs and runs a shaky hand through his hair. His hollow chest thrums with guilt at the thought of the holograms; they contained so many secrets that he couldn’t give up, not even to the person they were intended to be given to. “I meant to give it to Jason,” he promises, “but he…”
In a quick second, memories of Jason sear Leo’s mind. His gleaming hair, his awkward smile. The way his laugh would echo around Leo and envelop him in happiness.
He was perfect. He was everything Leo wished he could be.
He was everything Leo wished he could have.
Leo bites his bottom lip. A surge of hot tears crash against his eyes, and it takes all his strength to prevent them from pouring out.
Nico shifts his body so that he’s closer to Leo. Not close enough to make either of them uncomfortable, but enough so that Leo knows he’s not alone. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I get it now.”
Leo nods. Despite his efforts to keep his emotions in check, a tear still manages to slip out. It flashes in the orange firelight and drips from his face, bursting onto the green grass below.
Through a choked voice, he whispers, “I just… needed him to have those holograms. I needed him to know the truth. I didn’t want him to leave this world without… without knowing that there was someone who loved him in that way.”
“You needed to let go of your ghost,” Nico murmurs in understanding. “You needed to move on.”
Leo nods.
“Did it work, at least?” asks Nico. “Do you feel better now that you’ve given it to him?”
The son of Hephaestus opens his mouth to speak, but silence strangles his voice. Taking a deep breath, he whispers, “It’s not enough. I need… I need more. I need to actually confront him.”
Leo turns his head to Nico, a pleading look in his eyes. He hopes Nico understands what he’s asking.
The child of Hades’ eyes widen in surprise. “Are you asking me to take you to the Underworld?” he asks. “Look, Leo, I’m not sure-”
Leo shakes his head and waves his hands dismissively. “No, no, I’m too exhausted for adventures. I just want some time without all that excitement. But I just… I’m wondering if maybe there’s a way that I can contact him. And knowing that you’re a ghost whisperer…”
Nico’s eyes darken in the firelight. A cold, icy film covers them, and he fixes Leo with a stern look. “I can’t bring him back, Leo,” he says. “That’s not fair.”
Leo raises his palms defensively. “Hey, no, that’s not-”
“I’m not finished, though,” says Nico. An air of hesitance lingers in his words, and when he turns his dark eyes away from Leo, the latter’s heart skips a beat in anticipation. Excitement and anxiety roar in Leo’s ears. Will he agree to help?
Nico turns his face into the firelight, but he looks right through it. His mind wanders to some other place, some other world where Leo can’t reach him. The son of Hades’ olive fingers twitch in the glow of the flames.
Nico looks around, and as he does so, the silver tips of his hair flash in the firelight. A stern, anxious look pulls on his features.
“What is it?” Leo asks. “What were you going to say?”
Nico turns back to him. His dark eyes burn brightly in the firelight, flaming with excitement. In a hushed, hurried voice, he whispers, “Meet me in the woods tonight, right after the sing-along. Don’t worry about curfew, because I can shadow travel the two of us out. Don’t tell anyone you’re going there. I have a plan to help you.”
At Nico’s words, a gust of wind brushes between the two and chills Leo down to his core. His skin prickles with goosebumps once more, but he’s not sure if that’s because of the chilly air or because of Nico.
With one final skeptical look, the son of Hades stands to leave. But before he can, Leo asks, “Wait, what are you doing? What am I going to walk into?”
Nico pauses in his steps. His body freezes and he goes rigid, almost as if Leo’s question has shocked him.
Then he turns and, in the flicker of the firelight, a ghost of a smile haunts his lips. “You deserve to see him one last time, Leo. And you need to learn to let him go, because the more you keep holding onto his memory… the more you become a ghost of yourself. I can’t bear to see another friend go. Consider this a gift from me to you.” His hand lingers at his side, almost as if reaching for a sword that isn’t there. “Consider this a gift from one friend to another. That is, if you consider us friends.”
A ripple of surprise thrums in Leo’s blood. If there’s anything he didn’t expect tonight, it was to hear that Nico di Angelo considered him a friend.
But nonetheless, a relieved, grateful smile gleams against Leo’s mouth.
“Friends,” he promises. “I owe you one.”
Nico laughs. “Yeah, you do. I’ll see you in a bit.”
And with that, the demigod rushes off into the darkness, leaving Leo alone with only the flames for company.
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