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fbfh · 2 years ago

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light up the dark [XI] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 5.7k

genre: smut, angst, pining, reality tv level drama

pairing: Leo Valdez x goth gf!child of eros!reader

warnings: calypso being an absolute gank, penetrative sex, teasing (reader recieving), mean!leo (just a little), bent over a running washing machine sex, clit rubbing, squirting, praise, pining (mutual?? yes), leo being himself, self doubt/insecurity spiraling, c*lypso is WAY off base, hazel and frank being the absolute cutest, hazel is bad at keeping secrets, seriously frazel being so motherfucking cute, things are said that cannot be unsaid, everyone is in denial about their feelings, arguing/calypso being terrible, Nico reader friendship, reader is starting to like... realize things

summary: Calypso is on to you and Leo, but not enough to figure out he's fucking you in the laundry room as she speaks. Secrets make Hazel nauseous, and everyone reacts very on brand to some information.

song recs: crush - tessa violet, half asleep - amelie london cast, hold on till the night - greyson chance, drama - ajr, pacify her - melanie martinez, a tight knit family/love is blind - falsettos cast (2016), I won't say I'm in love - disney hercules

a/n: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER. it took me forever to finish but I think it's worth it (good drama always takes a little while to write yk) Anyway Leo.... he's.... hnnng

tags: @yesv01 @magcon7280 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @perseajohnson @chasingpj @mystic-writings @fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @dreamerball @if-only-i-was-fictional @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @anything-forourmoony @afidiofobia@chasingpj @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @youkissedareaderinthedark @magcon7280

Calypso hates you. She hates everything about you. She hates the way you’re always looking at Leo, the way he looks back at you, the way he’s always staring at you and saying things to make you laugh. She could go on, but he’s doing it right now, leaning closer to you and muttering something under his breath with a repressed smirk. You don’t react, not visibly, but a few minutes later you’ve both slipped away.

She rolls her eyes with a huff, leaving the mundane conversation she’d been ignoring. It makes her sick to see you that close to him, wrapping him around your finger, getting him totally whipped for you. He should be doing that with her. Not that she exactly wants to be sneaking off with him right now, but the principle still stands. He doesn’t just get to jump ship to some whore because Calypso dumped him, not after everything they’ve been through.

She wanders through the stupid rented house while everyone else is off in pairs or doing their own thing. She scoffs at this place, hating everything about it. She had a nicer room in Ogygia than she does here. She’s pissed off, hating everything around her, and really wouldn’t turn down a fight at this point. You’re just a phase, she tells herself. You’re taking him away from her when he’s weak, and sooner or later he’s going to wake up and realize that. He’d better realize it soon, because Calypso can’t promise that she’ll be waiting around when he does. He needs to wake up and realize how you really feel about him, that you don’t really like him, that you see him as nothing more than a means to an end.

Leo dragged you into the laundry room, claiming he needed your help with something. Minutes later, you’re bent over the running dryer while he pushes his cock into you. The warmth and vibrations from the machine make everything feel so much more intense, and it already has you dizzy from being stretched out on his cock pounding into you. His arms are wrapped around you, squeezing you nice and tight. He's leaning on top of you, pinning you in place against the dryer as he bullies his cock all the way in.

You wiggle your hips back toward him, needing as much of him as you can possibly get. Everything he does feels so good that he's got your pussy drooling all over his cock, throbbing as he perfectly rubs and bumps every spot inside you. You're so caught up in his panting breaths in your ear, the warmth of being sandwiched between his body and the rumbling dryer that neither of you are aware of Calypso hovering outside the doorway, the only cover you have being the white noise of the laundry being run.

"You know," Leo says into your neck, voice much too casual for the situation. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like me or something.” He punctuates with a nip to your ear, and he can feel you squeeze around him. You’re really glad you’re in this position. Even with his face as close to yours as it is, at least he can’t see how flustered he’s making you. It’s almost embarrassing how hard you have to fight the urge to agree with him, to tell him he’s right, you do like him. Your breathing grows heavier as you squirm in his grip.

“Absolutely not.” You choke out. Your tone is sharp, but you hide your face when he brings his closer. He can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks, and it speaks volumes.

“Hmm…” He hums in your ear, biting you again. ”I think you might.”

You squeeze around him even tighter, more turned on than you can remember being, all from how sweet and attentive and playful he’s being with you. It’s not something he misses, he feels every breath and twitch and squeeze he draws out of you. He internalizes this, thinking about how much he loves seeing this side of you.

“Nope.” You insist, feeling pressure build up as his hand comes down to play idly with your clit, “Not at all, not in the slightest.” You ramble, pulsing around his cock, sucking him even deeper and deeper inside you. You’re hit with a sudden rush of fullness as his fingers play with your clit, knowing exactly what to do as they nudge and rub against your sensitive bundle of nerves just right, sending heat through your whole body. His fingers feel better than yours ever could; they’re long and slender and seem to know your body better than you do. From the way you’re pulsing and tightening up around him and squirming under his grip, you both know you’re seconds away from squirting all over him. You let out a strangled breath so quiet only Leo can hear it. He leans in close and speaks in a low, intimate, knowing voice.

“Yeah? I think you have a little crush on me…”

He’s squeezing you in his arms so tight, hitting every spot inside you just right, and you feel yourself filling up, teetering on the precipice, masked only by the rumbling of the machines. You’re about to squirt all over him. From outside the doorway, Calypso scoffs at your insistence that you don’t like Leo, storming off right before Leo pushes you over the edge. Your legs shake as you cum hard, feeling yourself gush like Niagara falls as you squirt against him and his hand, still rubbing your throbbing clit.

The feeling of you squirting like a fucking porn star all over him is more than enough to break him. He ruts his hips into you wildly, like an animal in heat, riding out both your highs. He pumps you full of cum, collecting in the thin layer of ballooning latex between you. You feel so good, everything about you makes him feel so amazing - and not just physically. He likes you so much, likes being around you, it makes all of this feel so much better than he knew it could. It’s a new kind of euphoria, everything with you is so new and refreshing and he loves every moment of it. He buries his face in your neck, moaning and breathing heavy right next to your ear, so you hear every pant and grunt and shuddering moan perfectly.

“Oh, fuck!” He chokes out, moaning, “Shit, you’re so perfect…”

He continues to roll his hips into you as he rides out both your highs, feeling you throb around him. Each pulse of your sensitive cunt squeezes him even tighter, and his eyes roll back at the sensation, nerves electric.

“Fuck, I love you…” he groans out, kissing your cheek right by your ear in that sweet way of his. It’s only then that the hollow, fidgety feeling starts to fade, it’s only then that the cravings for him subside, leaving you feeling satisfied. You feel peace, your atoms are all polarized.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs between sweet kisses against your skin, “Gods, I love you…” Each word he speaks drives the feeling away, making you feel at peace, and all warm inside. This is what makes you keep wanting to come back to him. You feel good around him.

You manage to look at him over your shoulder between kisses. You should say something. You should say it back, or say something to him. You want to. You have no idea what you’d say or where to start, but you wish you could. But before you can even try to think of what through your foggy, fucked out brain, the icy fear of rejection paralyzes you, grabbing you by the neck in a debilitating choke hold. Next time, you think.

Next time you’ll say it back. Or say something back, do something to imply that you might like him as more than just a hookup. Maybe. There’s something… special you feel around him. Something different. You’ve spent so long analyzing other people, what they like and what they want from you, you’ve never considered how you felt about them. You feel wide awake with Leo, not like you’re stumbling around, or stuck in some magic coma. You woke up when he came around, and not just physically. He woke up a part of your heart that’s been half asleep for… as long as you can remember. He’s ignited a fire, and you don’t want it to go out. Maybe you can drop some hints. Something obvious. That way, whatever you do say won’t come as a shock to him when you finally work up the nerve to say it.

The dryer buzzes, snapping both of you back to reality. You try to catch your breath, really wishing you could stay with him like that a little longer. But after a moment, he finally does pull out of you, and you attempt to get cleaned up.

“Shit…” He mutters with a laugh. You finally notice how soaked both of you are from all the cum, and how much he had you squirting for him. You find yourself laughing with him at the situation you always seem to find yourselves in.

“We sure made a mess, huh?” He muses rhetorically.

“Yeah,” you scoff in agreement, looking around at the tiled floor and other water resistant surfaces in the laundry room, “It’s a good thing everything is waterproof…”

You mutter the last part, not expecting him to hear it, but he does. And he laughs loudly. You look at him, surprised at his reaction.

“I was about to say the exact same thing,” he muses, opening up the dryer and grabbing something. He tosses you a pair of leggings, grabbing some sweatpants for himself. You watch him closely as he tugs off his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, throwing them into the washing machine and putting on the gray sweatpants in his hands. You follow suit, tearing your eyes away from his exposed hips. You’ve both seen each other bottomless more times than you can count, but he still watches, admiring your beauty as you pull the leggings he gave you up your statuesque legs. He has no idea you’re doing the exact same thing.

As he gets the washing machine set up and throws in your clothes, he watches you closely. He takes note of how much more relaxed your body language is with him. You hop up, sitting on top of the dryer. In spite of your best efforts, your eyes keep flicking over to him. Leo watches you, the way you swing your feet a little, the pattern of your gaze floating around the room, and thinks it’s obvious that you like him. It’s obvious that you like him. It is obvious that you like him, right? His brow furrows in that way that it does whenever he starts to overthink something. You like him. Of course you like him.

He finds himself speed running through the mental list of evidence for and against the fact that you don’t hate him and actually secretly enjoy being around him. Just from the way you look at him, all starry eyed and bashful - like how Nico looks at Will - you have to like him at least a little, right? You can’t possibly be faking stuff like that. The chances that you look at everyone like that are really low, but probably not zero. Which means logically, there’s a much greater probability that you really do like him. Because you must like him to let you do that stuff to you, to touch you like that, right? He’s not deluding himself, he can’t be.

Before stating the obvious can deteriorate into debilitating self doubt in a matter of moments, before he can even try to justify it to absolutely no one, concocting up bizarre scenarios that could never happen just to prove a point, before he can really start spiraling, you scooch closer to him from your seat on the dryer. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to pull him back out of his head. It only takes a few seconds for his mind to race and spiral like that, but it takes even less time for you to stay next to him, steadying him, bringing him back down.

Maybe he’s blind. Maybe he’s totally delusional when it comes to you, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he can’t see you clearly, if his perception of you is warped and distorted with what he sees in you, how he feels for you. He doesn’t care if he can’t be objective when it comes to you, because he likes you. He loves you. He wants more than anything to believe that something is there between you, so he’s going to. The ground feels steady with you, he doesn’t feel like he’s always about to trip over something like he does with Calypso. He’s been dreaming of falling in love for his whole life, of what it would be like, how it would feel. When he’s with you, he feels like he should be dreaming. But it’s real, and he’s awake.

“Oh shit…” He looks up at you as you speak, snapping him out of his train of thought. He follows your gaze over to the floor by the washing machine. A small puddle of water is forming, leaking out of the bottom of the machine. Leo’s brow furrows, and his focus shifts onto the leak. It’s probably something simple; the drain hose got loose - or maybe punctured. There might be something wrong with the drain pump too.

“Huh.” He muses, as his mind reels, running over what else could be causing the leak. He grabs his tool belt that always seems to be nearby, and turns off the machine. Your eyes follow his gaze and his hands as he works. He pulls out a few tools, and removes the back panel of the machine to get a better look at the guts. You watch him closely as he starts inspecting the inside, holding a flashlight in his mouth. A strange, intimate feeling builds as you listen to him talk to himself to figure out what’s wrong. You feel like you’re really getting an inside look into his world, getting to see inside his head.

After a few minutes of him working and you dwelling on that feeling as you watch, he stands up and stretches before turning the machine back on. It starts rumbling, and you watch closely, looking for any more leaks. It runs for a minute or two with no more water going anywhere it shouldn’t, and Leo takes a step back, looking at you triumphantly. You raise your eyebrows, impressed.

“Just needed a new tub to pump hose.” He states with a chuckle. Shrugging as you applaud lightly, congratulating him on fixing the problem so fast. You’ve never seen him really geek out like that over machinery like that before. You listen as he rambles a little bit about the make and model, the repair he did. You realize with surprise how turned on all of this is making you. Even though you just got your brains fucked out, got your guts rearranged by him, you can feel that desire building up again. You feel it beginning, heating up between your legs as he explains how tub to pump hoses work. You already need him again.

It’s movie night again. Laughter and conversation mingle through the room as the end credits for the movie you just watched - this time for an action filled heist - fills the room. You made a point not to sit too close to Leo, but you still found yourself glancing at him throughout the entire time the different scenes flashed across the screens. You kept checking for his reactions, where he laughed, what he made commentary and jokes about. You couldn’t help yourself, you really were unaware of just how much you kept looking over at him.

Once the movie’s over, everyone starts cleaning up and getting ready to go to bed. Leo folds up a bag of chips, clipping them closed, before reaching for the next one.

“She’s leading you on, you know.”

He sighs, recognizing the voice instantly as Calypso’s. He doesn’t look up at her, he really doesn’t have the strength to fight with her right now. He can’t talk to her when she’s like this.

“She’s not leading me anywhere,” he retorts “we just-”

“Are you really so naive that you can’t see what she’s doing?” She demands, and Leo waits for her to continue. “She’s trying to seduce you.”

Leo turns away, biting back a laugh. Calypso thinks you’re trying to seduce him. She suspects that you’re interested in him, and has no idea that that’s barely the tip of the iceberg - among other tips. It’s reassuring, in a way, that she doesn’t know what’s been going on behind closed doors. At least you’ve been somewhat successful in keeping a low profile.

“I can see the way she looks at you, she’s always watching you like some emo vulture, with that god awful eyeliner…” She huffs, gagging at the thought of you. She rolls her eyes in disgust before continuing. “Just don’t say I didn’t tell you so when she does swoop in and tries to make a move on you.”

She walks away from him, finally leaving him alone again. Leo bites his lip, really glad she’s gone, and even more glad she can’t see the look on his face. Or the laughter he’s fighting at how off base she is. When you eventually try to make a move on him, like he didn’t have you bent over and squirting for him a few hours ago. Leo chuckles as her footsteps recede down the hall. He has to admit, it’s a little funny how confidently off base she is about this, how much she’s underestimating you.

You, leading him on… you’re not leading him on. You’re not leading him on, right? He bites his lip as those thoughts begin to spiral, trying his best to ignore them, to think about something else. He’s not going there, he can’t fall down an overthinking rabbit hole right now. Obviously you like him, he justifies. You seem… comfortable around him. At ease. You get each other, you have an understanding. He knows you can’t really hate everyone and everything, he’s seen it. He’s seen your gaze soften when things are nice and you think no one’s looking. He knows this. Despite his dogmatic belief that there’s more to you than what you want people to believe, Calypso’s words still fester somewhere dark and quiet in the back of his mind.

“Hazel… c’mon.” Frank says softly, caressing her cheek with his big hand. “I know something’s been bothering you.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, turning away from him and straightening up the pictures and art prints hanging on the wall.

“Nope.” She states, voice just a little too high pitched to be true. “Nothing’s bothering me.”

She moves around the room, pushing in the dining room chairs and rearranging nicknacks, doing anything she can to stay busy and avoid looking at him. Frank knows her so well, he’s always so sweet to her and listens when she has problems, and she knows the second she looks in his eyes the jig is up. She can’t lie to anyone, but especially not to him.

“Everything is just dandy.” She insists. “Everyone’s getting along fine, and no one asked anyone to keep any secrets for anyone, and even if they did, it’s fine, because everyone is getting along great with that person. So even if there were a secret - which there’s not - there’s not anything to worry about, because it’s all just… fine and dandy.”

Through her rambling, Frank’s brow furrows, piecing together an idea of what’s got her so stressed. He turns his head, watching you through the doorway, wondering what secret you would need Hazel of all people to keep for you. If it’s something that’s got her this worked up, it can’t be anything good. He glares at you for a moment, feeling almost betrayed by the sense of comradery he’d felt towards you earlier. He turns back to Hazel, and walks up behind her. He wraps his arms around, holding her tight. She relaxes into his touch a little, but there’s still a sense of hesitation. He bends down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He murmurs, in a low, intimate voice that reminds her of just why she loves and trusts him so much. “Telling me doesn’t count.”

She seriously considers spilling the beans, then finds herself thinking back to the conversation she’d had with Leo at the grocery store. He’s going to tell everyone tonight at dinner. If she can just hold on for that long, she’ll have kept her word and everything actually will be fine. She nods, resting her head on Frank’s chest. She just has to try to keep quiet until tonight. She continues repeating that to herself for the rest of the day. Leo’s going to tell everyone in just a few hours, and she won’t need to worry about keeping it a secret, and everything will be fine. They’ll all laugh at this years down the line when they’ve all gotten hitched and have big couples dinner parties together. She just has to hold out until tonight.

You expect dinner to be painfully awkward like it was the first few nights, but to your surprise, it's actually kind of nice. Everyone is piled in the living room, laughing and talking, making easy conversation. It's the kind of chatter that makes you feel included, like you're a part of it, even when you're not saying much. Even Calypso, when she finds herself wandering in and out, has been on reasonably okay behavior so far. The food is delicious - of course it is, Leo made it - and you take another bite as Percy and Annabeth finish recounting a story from when Percy first came to camp.

Everyone chuckles at how on brand that is for him, and there’s a comfortable lull in the conversation. For a moment, it’s quiet. During that quiet moment, Hazel sends Leo a look. She nods her head over at you, silently asking if he’s going to say something about what’s going on between you now. It seems like the perfect opportunity to her, and she can’t imagine having to hold onto this secret much longer. Leo’s eyes widen, flicking over to you, then where Calypso stands across the room by the doorway. He shakes his head. Absolutely not, not right now.

Hazel sends him an inquisitive look; what do you mean no? I thought you were going to say something tonight? Leo shakes his head back subtly but definitively. No, not here, not now.

Distress is written all over Hazel’s face as she sets down her food, now too worried to eat anymore. She promised not to say anything because she thought she’d only have to keep it a secret until tonight. She can’t keep this quiet, she’s not good with secrets to begin with, especially one this huge. The conversation has picked back up by now - for the moment, at least - but she can’t bring herself to pay attention. She’s too worried about all this to think about anything else.

“You okay?” Frank asks softly, following her gaze to Leo’s panicked one. She lets out a very small, nervous whine, and Frank knows the answer; she is not, in fact, okay. Not at all. Leo shakes his head at her, eyes widening in a silent plea not to say anything. She’s desperate not to, not to be the reason anyone knows something’s happening between you before you’re both ready to tell. But gods, the weight of this is crushing her.

She feels horrible, filthy and disgusting for lying to her friends that are basically her family, and she knows she’s a ticking time bomb. She looks over at you as the conversation picks back up again, and sees the way you glance over at Leo. You look at him more softly than she’s seen you look at anyone or anything, and the dam breaks.

“SHE AND LEO ARE MAKING WHOOPEE!” She blurts out, standing up suddenly and pointing over to you.

A stunned silence falls over the room before it erupts into chaos.

“I’m sorry,” Percy starts with a laugh, looking between you and Leo. You stare at Leo with wide eyes, and Leo pinches the bridge of his nose. “They’re making what?”

Jason immediately looks over at Piper, who’s calmly sipping her drink, and avoiding eye contact. He knows exactly what that means.

“Wait- you knew?!” He demands in shock, and Piper lets out a breathy laugh. Of course she knew. It was completely obvious to her - granted, some of that might be because of the whole Aphrodite love thing, she’s always been able to tell who’s into who - but besides that, you weren’t always as subtle as you thought you were.

“You didn’t?” Piper asks back.

“NO!” Jason replies. Piper laughs, figuring it might not have been as obvious as she’d thought. Annabeth sets down her drink looking between you and Leo. Your stomach twists and you realize your sex life has now become dinner conversation. It’s something that’s never bothered you before now, you didn’t care what people said about you, but this time you’re nervous. You’re not sure why, but you find yourself jealous of Nico and his ability to disappear into the shadows.

“I… I guess that makes sense.” Annabeth muses.

“It does?” Percy demands as shocked chatter continues overlapping. It’s only been a few seconds since the bomb was dropped, and the room has been filled with nonstop reactions all happening at the same time. Leo stares at you, trying to get a read on how you’re feeling, if you’re okay, but you won’t meet his eye.

“Wait,” Frank turns to Hazel, “is this what you were so worried about?”

Hazel turns back to him, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I promised him I wouldn’t say anything, because he said he was going to say something,” she babbles, so relieved to finally get this off her chest, “but he didn’t, and I didn’t want to-”

Hazel continues spilling her guts to Frank, who places a hand on her shoulder reassuringly while he listens, trying to follow what she’s saying. Nico doesn’t say anything. He just gives you a look, holding back a laugh, and you know he’s remembering when he caught you leaving Leo’s room covered in hickeys and barely able to walk. It’s no shock that he’s not surprised by the news.

“You’re what?”

Leo’s head whips around as the volume in the room drops. Calypso stands in the doorway, looking shocked and disgusted. Those few seconds of silence seem to stretch on forever. Eventually, she sends you one of the nastiest glares you’ve ever received, and grabs Leo to drag him into the next room. Nico looks between the three of you as Calypso leaves with Leo. The room stays quiet. You can hear her yelling at him, and it’s absolutely brutal. The only time she stops is for periodic - much quieter - replies from Leo.

You sit in silence as everybody listens to her blow up at Leo. You let out a slow breath, unable to believe this is happening, that everybody knows and is staring at you. This is exactly what you didn’t want, for everything to get messy. Nico looks around the room, watching everyone stare at you and send each other looks, trying to process the drama bomb that was just dropped. Nico looks at you a little closer. You look nervous.

You might not have talked to each other that much, you’ve only properly interacted maybe twice, but you’re similar enough that he feels like he gets you to an extent. If he was in your position, he wouldn’t give a fuck if everyone found out he was hooking up with some random guy. What he would care about is everyone finding out he’s hooking up with someone he has feelings for. He’d care if he wanted to impress their friends, if he wanted it to last longer than just hooking up for a few nights at an Airbnb. He would get nervous. Really nervous.

He stands up suddenly, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the room. You need to talk, he needs to confirm that he’s reading the situation right. Normally you’d protest - you wouldn’t want to leave Leo alone with that heinous shitlord screaming at him - but you know his friends are just in the next room. You know they’re close enough to listen to the very loud conversation, and you trust them to intervene if she gets out of line. You manage to send Jason and Piper a look to confirm this, and she gives you a reassuring look back. Jason probably would too, if he wasn’t still trying to wrap his mind around everything. You let out a small breath, knowing she won’t let anything happen to Leo.

Nico drags you through the dining room, past Leo and Calypso, and you can hear what they’re talking about better now that you’re briefly in ear shot.

“It’s not like that!” Leo insists, trying his best to pacify her. “We’re just… friends with benefits.”

“I’m not your friend.” You state sharply on instinct, immediately reprimanding yourself for pushing him away at a time like this. Leo’s stomach drops, realizing that you heard him. The last thing he wants is for you to think he doesn’t care about you, that he only views you as a fling or a hookup, or that he doesn’t have any real feelings for you. He hates more than anything that everything he’s put into showing you he cares about you has been jeopardized because of none other than Calypso.

Nico ushers you into the kitchen while Leo watches you disappear, your heavy boots clunking as Nico moves you quickly out of Leo’s sight. Leo’s gaze lingers on the door a moment too long before he turns back to Calypso. He just needs to do some more damage control so all this can blow over.

“SHE’S TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU!” Calypso yells, trying to get it into Leo’s head. “She’s manipulating you into thinking you have a chance with her, which… that’s fucking disgusting, first of all.” She continues on her tirade, berating Leo for being so naive that he can’t see through your bullshit. “I mean, are you really that stupid?! Are you so deluded that you can’t see what she’s doing, how she’s using you?!”

Leo holds his breath for a second, desperately trying to collect himself. He tries to let it roll off his back, but he can’t deny that everything she’s saying is cutting him to the quick. He takes a measured breath before trying to explain that you’re just having some fun, that’s all. It’s almost impossible for him to get a word in as she continues raving about what an evil little snake you are. Part of him is glad for that, because he knows if he could really say what's on his mind, he’d have a lot to say about how she lost the right to act like this when she dumped him over iris message. He knows it would only add more fuel to the fire, so he shoves the thought away. He just needs to get her to calm the hell down.

As soon as the kitchen door closes, Nico barely has to give you a look before you’re about to spill your guts to him. You’re fidgety and tense, not nearly as put together as you’d like to seem right now.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on with you two.” He demands. He’s quiet until you finally respond.

“I mean, you heard Hazel,” you sputter, “we’ve been hooking up.”

He stays quiet. You keep talking.

“I’ve hooked up with a lot of people, okay? This isn’t anything special.” You insist, “He’s… this is no different from anything else, or any other situation I’ve been in before.”

Your mind starts replaying everyone who came before right here and right now, every time you walked away, every spectacular crash and burn.

“Love isn’t sex.” You state, “I learned that the hard way. And I’m a child of Eros, which means obviously, I know about sex.” You let out a humorless laugh, “I’m only good at sex! I’m not the falling in love type! I don’t fall in love with anyone.”

Nico doesn’t react. He waits for you to continue, and you do. You feel like you’re coming unraveled in front of him, and it’s a completely foreign feeling.

“We’re just hooking up because I’m hot, and he’s hung like a goddamn horse, and he fucks me so good that I actually feel fulfilled for the first time in my fucking life! Okay?! Maybe I just like the way he kisses me, or when he looks me in the eyes like he believes I’m a good person, even though I push everyone away.”

You pace around the kitchen, more emotionally raw than you can ever remember being.

“But it doesn’t work on him!” You let out a weepy laugh, still wondering why he hasn’t left you yet, especially with all the trouble you’re causing him now. “Why doesn’t it work on him?! Why can’t I push him away…?”

Your voice tapers off as you take a few ragged breaths, trying to collect yourself. Nico’s quiet again. After a few moments, he breaks the silence.

“That doesn’t sound like just sex to me.”

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