Promt: Can you write a one-shot where Reyna and Jason get into an argument (all couples argue). Reyna, Annabeth and Piper go out while Percy stays with Jason. Piper and Reyna have a talk about Jason and reflects on the relationship between the three, Jason and Percy do some crazy, funny stuff.
FEW NOTES: Piper wasn't really a part of the main story, so her involvement in this drabble will probably not be the only time, but will not happen all the time. Secondly, they get pissed (drunk) bc I thought it would be funny. And finally: if you read all my authors notes, you'd know I find Boy/Boy relationships hard to write bc I have never personally experienced one, and I often base interactions on experience. So I took some quotes from my male friends irl, and borrowed a scene from the TV show 'Scrubs'.
This is the longest one yet. And I enjoyed writing it a lot. Sorry for the delay however, there's been a lot of personal drama and I haven't been online in a while, as many of you have noticed. But here it is! Enjoy!
TW: Alcohol use, 'weird' sex references, swearing etc. Teenager/Adult content basically. Be warned.
The Argument
Pairing: Jason and Reyna. Mentions of Jason and Piper.
Set a year after It's Called College
Annabeth and Percy bought their own place after a while. An apartment a few blocks away from Jason and Reyna, and not too far away from their work. But they visited, often. Like, every few hours' kind of thing. Although once, Annabeth went out for three hours and felt as though the mood of Jason and Reyna's home had entirely changed. It was colder. Stiller. Reyna was in the kitchen, finishing stacking the dishwasher, as she talked to Annabeth. Walking back into the living room, Reyna's eyes went dark.
"I wish I'd have noticed this glass before I stacked the dishwasher," she called slightly, so Jason, who was in the other room, heard. Annabeth made a mental note at the passive aggression, and deciding her welcome was nearing its end.
Jason came into the room, his face soft, and calm, but his eyes were slightly wide. "I didn't know you were doing the dishwasher," he said, his voice light. "I would have helped."
"Somehow I doubt that," she sighed, her voice still passive.
"Of course I would have helped," Jason said, but dread seemed to soak into his expression. He followed Reyna as she picked up the glass and took it into the kitchen. "I didn't realize leaving a glass out would upset you so much…?" Obviously that was what he doubted. Annabeth paused before edging towards the door.
"I'm not upset," Reyna bit back, her anger seeping through the passive façade, and Jason doubted it was an accident.
Jason mentally ran through a list of everything he'd done that day and tried to figure out why she was mad. "Well, do you want to go and do something?" He asked, knowing exactly how to trip her up.
"Maybe I want you to go and pick up the shoes that have been lying in the middle of the hallways for hours?" She suggested. Reyna, the usual neat freak, wasn't a fan of shoes in the house. With exceptions of course, but the rule was that you left your shoes in your closet, or on the little metal shoe rack by the door. Although Jason had come home from work that day, desperate for the bathroom, and could only kick them off in the hallway as he ran.
"Maybe I will," he said, matching her annoyed tone. "Maybe I just forgot, and if you reminded me, instead of getting mad about it, I would have done it sooner."
Reyna snapped up and scowled. "I'm not mad about the shoes, Jason," she said. "I'm mad about all of it! You literally left a bloody shirt on my hardwood floor yesterday; you have a stack of papers scattered across a table; you've never used a coaster before, and yesterday I found a pancake on the ceiling fan!"
Jason paused, gulping. Okay, so he could be a little unhygienic sometimes. "Okay, the pancake was Percy's," he scrambled quickly, "and – and I've used coasters! And the papers I need for work, and the bloody shirt was an emergency-"
"You don't even have anything good to say for yourself!" Reyna huffed, knowing she was winning the argument. But losing overall. "You're a mess!"
"Well if you weren't such a neat freak," Jason exclaimed, "and if you didn't have strict rules, then this wouldn't be such an issue! A tiny mess makes you freak out!"
"A tiny mess?!" She demanded. "You've stained my kitchen floor; you've ruined my coffee table!" She moved papers and books away so he could see the coffee-mug rings that he'd left on there.
"What's wrong with a few stains?!" He questioned. "It's your own fault you can stand mess!"
"Don't even start on that," Reyna snapped, raising her voice. He was not going to make it her fault.
"Okay, clearly you're getting way too upset about this," he mused, trying to label himself as the sane one of the pair.
As he spoke Reyna paced around and sat down on the couch, her head in her hands. Jason crossed his arms and leaned against the wall on the other side of the room and they both took a few deep breaths. Finally, she looked up, her hands in a prayer position as she glowered at him. "Why am I the only one in this relationship," she sighed, "who cares about the state of our apartment?"
Jason paused. "I do care," he sighed. Reyna huffed and he picked himself of the wall. "I do my bit, I tidy, I-"
"You've never tidied in your life!" She exclaimed.
"I do," he insisted. "I clean around as much as one should, and occasionally I slip up, but you are such a neat freak that there's no room to slip up, Reyna. There's no room for mistakes-"
"Jason," she interrupted. "I don't know what I expected from you. All men are the freaking same; none of you have any respect. You're stuck in a fifties-complex Jason. It's not my responsibility to be the neat freak here. You're insufferable!"
Jason paused, looking shocked. "Okay, well you're really one to talk," he snapped. "Remember my textbook? The important one, which I needed to pass my exams? You spilt coffee all down it!"
Reyna rolled her eyes and turned away from him, crossing her arms. "By accident," she replied.
"Yeah, but this is on purpose?" He exclaimed, gesturing to the coffee rings. "I may be insufferable, but you're just as bad – with actually important stuff."
"I am not nearly as bad as you!" She snapped, turning back to face him. "At least I make a fucking effort!"
"That's the problem, Reyna!" Jason yelled, his voice raising. "Your effort is too freaking much! You're standards are the highest fucking standards-"
Reyna picked up the glass as he spoke. "You want me to lower my standards?!" She demanded. "You want me to make a mess?!" She threw the glass at a nearby wall, watching it shatter on impact. "There's a fucking mess."
Jason blinked. "Well now I'm mad about that!" He exclaimed.
"Don't even start," Reyna growled, turning away from him to hide the fact that she regretted it.
Jason opened his mouth to say something when there was a knock at the door. Reyna was glad for the excuse to leave the room. But their visitor has hardly said two words when Jason came running out to see them.
"Hey!" Piper Mclean exclaimed, with a bright smile on her face and a small suitcase at her feet. "I'm staying in town for a couple of days and Annabeth said you had a spare room! I wanted to surprise you!" She didn't seem at all surprised that Jason and Reyna were living together. They'd hardly spoken to Piper since they got together. All the demigods sort of went their own way. But Annabeth and Piper were still friends, so they kept in touch, and Piper must have heard.
Reyna just sighed. She loved Piper as much as the next person, but she didn't forget her history with Jason. "Perfect," she mused. "Just what we need right now. Excuse me, I'm going for a walk." She stepped around Piper and walked down the street, running a hand through her hair.
Piper watched her go before turning to Jason. "You two fight?"
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"Wait, wait, wait," Piper laughed, putting her glass of wine down on Annabeth's coffee table. "You guys staged a fight, just to humiliate this girl?" She shook her head between laughs, looking at Reyna and Annabeth, who were sat across from her.
"Not to humiliate her, per say…" Reyna mused, laughing as well. She'd forgotten how easily a girl's night could make you feel better about man troubles. "She tried so hard to hurt Annabeth, though. She was trying to split us up."
"We just wanted her to feel stupid for a minute," Annabeth huffed. "Besides, we're cool with her now. We hugged her at graduation, so…"
"So it's all okay?" Piper laughed. "She drugged you."
Annabeth just laughed at the memory. "Okay, enough about Camille," she rolled her eyes. "It's all in the past. College years, you know? I want to hear about Jason. What'd he do this time?"
Reyna shrugged. "He's a mess and I'm neurotic," Reyna replied, flicking a quick look at Piper.
"I had the same problem with him," Piper laughed. "I almost made him a presentation one, on how to keep tidy. I mean, I'm messy, but come on. You would have thought, as a Roman, he'd be better at neatness."
"He is, most of the time," Reyna said.
Annabeth coughed. "So where do you guys want to go out? As hot twenty-three year olds, I'm thinking…"
Not twenty minutes later, the three girls walked through the plastic curtains of night club. Flashing laser lights bounced off the dark walls around them. Fast electronic music was blaring from nearby speakers and colorful smoke trailed around their ankles. They'd quickly changed before going out, into something tighter. No necessarily revealing, but fun.
"I'm going to fail at getting us some drinks," Piper called out, at the top of her voice.
Annabeth barely heard her. "Pipes, you're super hot. You're going to succeed at getting us drinks."
"Maybe we should get some drinks?" Reyna called, completely deafened by the beat.
Annabeth just laughed as Piper sank slowly into the crowd. "Piper's on it," she laughed to Reyna, who nodded. The first predator came out of the smoke, right next to Annabeth and started grinding. All she had to do was hold up her hand and shake her head in disgust and he walked away, completely chill for a guy in nothing but a red speedo and glow sticks.
Reyna was having the same luck. Some guy came up to stroke away her hair, and left with a bruise on his arm from where Reyna shoved him into a wall.
Throughout the evening the girls experimented with different drinks. One just made Annabeth louder than usual. "WANNA SPLIT THE BILL?" She yelled in Reyna's ear, making the Roman jump out of her seat.
Another made Reyna get into some really weird dance moves, which pretty much consisted of her shaking her fists next to her neck, which entertained Piper and Annabeth enormously.
Another drink made Piper weirdly confident. "Okay, today's the day," she mused, slamming her elbow onto the bar. "Arm wrestle. You vs Me." The seven-foot-tall body builder behind the bar just raised an eyebrow before holding her hand. Needless to say, she was disappointed with the outcome.
One drink made Annabeth a truth-bombing bitch. "You're the only one who thinks you're funny," she said to Reyna, before turning to Piper and saying: "Your voice is so annoying and your hair is stupid."
Eventually they lost Annabeth to the crowd. Plus, a group of people who danced with her. "Should we tell her that those people are trying to make Annabeth orgy with them?" Piper asked, laughing as she fell into a beanbag with Reyna.
"Orgy with them?" Reyna laughed. "That's not how you do words."
Piper laughed. "Hypocrite."
Reyna sighed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She asked. Piper shook her head. "I have a boyfriend," she told her. "And I don't even remember why."
Piper burst out laughing. "Jason is a good guy," she shrugged.
Reyna nodded. "On occasion. Do you still like him?"
Piper almost choked on her drink. "No!" She exclaimed. "Dude, I dated him when I was like, sixteen."
"I fought with Jason today," Reyna sighed. "I didn't want to, but I did. And then his first love showed up at our door." She shrugged vaguely.
Piper laughed. "I probably should have called," she decided. "My bad. My bad. But word of advice: one of the reasons my relationship with Jason failed, was because I was paranoid that you were going to take him from me. Don't make my mistakes, Mclean." She paused. "Your name isn't Mclean," she remembered. "Who's Mclean?"
Reyna scoffed. "You're Mclean, dumbass," she laughed.
"Oh yeah," Piper giggled. "I'm drunk. It's the drunking talking."
"Oh my god."
There was a long pause before Piper asked: "What were we talking about?"
"Me being slightly jealous of you because Jason was in love with you," Reyna replied, casually.
"Oh," Piper sighed. "I am pretty awesome. On another note: I think we're getting too old for these clubs. Anyway, back to Jason: dude, everyone's in love with me. Chill out." The was a pause as she thought. Then she said, matter-of-factly: "I didn't used to like you."
"I could tell," Reyna nodded.
Piper shrugged. "I guess when we got boys out of the way, we sort of figured out that we were cool people and could be friends," she decided. "Love 'yah Reyna." They she giggled. "You Reyna. Ureyna. Uranus. Omg."
Reyna was too busy blinking to care about what Piper said. "Could you hold my eyeballs still until the room stops spinning?" She asked.
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The night was a bit different for Jason and Percy. Instead of wild crowds, alcohol and strange dancing, they opted for a quieter night, with just the pair of them. It was different, as it was usually the boy getting wild, and the girls staying calm, in their group. No, tonight Percy and Jason were going to have a chill night, with just the two of them.
Well, chill for them.
Which translated to not very chill at all.
They'd started the evening at their local bar, with a beer each and a game of pool. Not to strange.
They chose to walk home after their second beer. Just for good measure.
Things really heated up when they found a Thrift Shop.
They left almost an hour later, dancing along to a soundtrack they'd made inside. Percy was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with the word 'Bootylicious' across his butt in pink sparkles; a faux fur coat, about the size of five men; a pair of clown shoes, and sunglasses that covered his entire face. Somehow his shirt had been donated inside. Jason was looking no better. He wore a pair of bright red, very loose pants, reaching up to his nipples with matching suspenders; a red bowler hat and cowboy boots. His shirt had been left behind too.
Their next stop was naturally the grocery store, as Annabeth had texted to remind them to buy milk. They ended up getting another six-pack of beer and drinking most of it while they wandered through the cold aisle. Jason sat in the cart as Percy pushed him around. He was the one with relationship troubles at the time, and it was almost like a rule.
They ended up getting kicked out, with three pizzas, a cake, half a thing of eggs (don't ask where the other half went) and a birthday card addressed to Grandma. And no milk.
"Dude you should fight with Reyna more," Percy laughed as they sat down on the curb, looking around the dark night. "Tonight was funny."
Jason had his fingers in the icing of the cake and was happily indulging himself before he looked angrily at Percy. "Oh thank you. I hope you encounter many misfortunes in your relationship as well!"
"Encounter many misfortunes?" Percy laughed, reaching up to stroke Jason's cheek. "Dude." He winked at Jason, but looked away in disgust as Jason dug his whole fist in the cake. "Gross."
"I'm hormonal!" Jason exclaimed as he ate, making Percy laugh.
"You're a disgusting animal," Percy corrected. "Which is what I love about you. You're in touch with your primal self."
"Will you touch my primal self?" Jason asked, batting his eyelashes.
Percy paused. "As long as you don't tell Annabeth."
"As long as you don't tell Reyna," Jason contradicted.
"Reyna? Or Piper?"
Jason raised his hand quickly and Percy covered his face, laughing, but Jason was just pointing at him, his eyes wild. "I will spank you're face," he threatened.
"I will…" Percy trailed off, lost for words as Jason's insult actually hit him, "be very sad about that." There was a pause as Jason turned back to his cake. "You okay?" Percy asked. "Fighting with girls can be shit. Especially Reyna. She is very scary."
Jason shrugged. "I've never been scared of her," he replied. "For her, yes. Of her? Not really. I mean, she smashed a plate tonight, but that was just a power move. Pretty inconvenient timing for Piper to show up though."
Percy nodded. "Yeah, it sucks."
There was another pause. "We should probably find Annabeth some milk," Jason mused.
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Neither Jason or Reyna were very talkative when they got home. Neither of them argued still, they just collapsed into bed. The next morning, Jason was nursing a hangover and practically crawled downstairs. Reyna was already up with a cup of coffee in her hands, huge sunglasses blocking out the light. But other than that, she looked pristine.
"Morning," he greeted.
She looked up at him, and he wondered if she was going to ignore him, or answer snappily, but she just handed him a cup of coffee. To his surprise. "Sorry about yesterday," she whispered, before holding herself in a more confident stance. He knew she was terrified of being vulnerable. "I was mad about a few things. The mess being only one of them. And I took it all out on you."
"No, I'm sorry," he said, excepting the coffee and putting a hand on her shoulder. "You're right I leave my shit everywhere and you make an effort to keep this place nice. And I'm sorry."
"I know," she said, this time coldly. She looked away.
"Reyna," he tried, but she ignored him. "Reyna!" This time she looked up with a sigh. "I'm going to sort myself out, okay?"
She nodded. "Okay."
"And if things get too clean, we could always go out and smash more plates," he suggested, light-heartedly trying to ease the tension.
She just laughed slightly. "I'm sorry for that, but don't forget this," she pleaded.
Jason nodded and got a dustpan and brush, to sweep the glass plate off the floor. He wanted to end that fight on a positive note. "Now do you want to binge watch Pretty Little Liars on Netflix?" He hated that show, but Reyna loved it.
She paused before moving to the couch to curl up with him and the remote control.
AN: I HAVE SO MANY FUTURE PLANS! Perhaps a group holiday next...?
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