Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

Summer of Whump! Day 2

Day 2: evil tacos 🌮
Day two prompt: Food poisoning/starvation [TW vomiting(?)]

Annabeth was tired. All she wanted to do was go home and lay her head on Percy. He makes quite a comfortable pillow.

She nearly chucked her keys in the garbage once she managed to get the door open. She crashed onto the couch, exhausted until she heard noises from the bathroom.

"Percy?" It sounded like somebody was vomiting. She crept into the apartment, following the whimpers of her boyfriend. (Presumably). "Percy?" She knocked on the bathroom door despite it being open.

"Hi." He sounded so sad and betrayed.

"What's wrong, Baby?" Usually they wouldn't call each other baby, or babe, but when Percy's sick he likes it. Maybe it's some weird kink.

He spit into the toilet, where his head had previously resided.

"Food poising."

"How can you be sure?"

"I went to that new taco place with Piper who called me like three hours ago who was also throwing up." Something about the way he wasn't even upset by the fact that he's been at the toilet for three hours, nonstop puking was upsetting for her. She should have come straight home after her last class. She thinks she's so stupid. "I know that look. Don't feel guilty about it. If anyone's to blame, it's me. I ate the tacos. I ordered them and then didn't question the uncomfortable feeling I got when it hit my stomach."

"You can't possibly be blaming yourself for food poisoning." He shrugged and upchucked bile.

"I know you're not blaming yourself because why would you even—" He gagged.

"I'm going to the store."

"No... stay with me."

"I'm getting you ginger ale and saltines you goof."

"But I miss you."

"You can miss me for fifteen minutes while I run to the quick-e-mart barely three blocks from here." He pouted but she made her escape.

Percy's head didn't leave the bowl until an iris message shimmered into existence.

Incoming iris message from: Sally Jackson-Blofis.

He sighed and answered.

"Oh gods! Honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just dandy."

"Annabeth called on her way to the store. She said you were lonely." He chuckled before he was nauseous again.

"I just wanted her to stay is all."

"And you don't want your mother?" She was bashful. It was evident in her tone.

"Sorry Ma. As of right now, all I really want, besides my health, is my girlfriend."

"She called to ask which brands were your favorite."

"She's ridiculous."

"You guys are cute."

"Bye, Ma." He swiped his hand through the mist but not before calling out a 'love you' to her.

It felt like hours before he heard Annabeth struggling to get the door open. He had finally mustered the strength to stand up when he saw her in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Poor, Baby." He nodded and slouched down onto the edge of the tub.

"What took so long?" He whined.

"A lot of people tried that new taco place apparently."

"Oh."

"Yeah, but lucky for you, you have a kick ass, take no shit girlfriend not afraid to elbow people for the toilet paper and bottles of ginger ale." He simultaneously gagged and chuckled at the same time. It hurt but she makes it all worth it.

"I love you."

"Damn right you do." She kissed his forehead.

"I hate throwing up. Nothing feels as good coming back up the same way it went down."

"I know, Baby, but if your body's just doing you a favor and getting rid of what made it sick." She brushed the hair that was sticking to her forehead up. She could almost see that boy in Kindness International truck with his hair like that. Almost.

He was so much more than that now. He was everything. She's well aware of the fact that he's changed, and changed her with him. As much as some of those changes sucked at the time, (like the trusting people that aren't him) suck, she's grateful he was able to open her up like that.

When he's healthy again she wants him to open her in other ways too.

"When can I get a real kiss?" He pouted.

"When you brush your teeth and can keep your own saliva down for ten minutes."

"No fair."

"I don't imagine you like the taste of your breath right now do you?" He thought for a second, seemingly trying to focus on what his breath tasted like.

"Fine. But aren't you the least bit curious what the tacos tasted like?"

"Probably not the same as they coming up." She sat next to him on the tub. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. If it was anyone that wasn't Percy who had just thrown up and nuzzled their face into her they would by lying on the ground with a bloody nose, whining that she just punched them. But... this is Percy. She legitimately took a poisoned dagger for him. She can managed the risk of dried vomit.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"No. Don't worry. It's good practice for when we have kids." It just kind of slipped out. She hadn't been fully focused on much other than just him.

"You've thought about us having kids?" He didn't sound scared. More amused.

"What's it to you?"

"Distraction from those evil tacos." She giggled and kissed his forehead.

"I'll be right back." She stood up but he had her hand, pulling her back.

"Where are you going now?"

"To get you a cold, wet washcloth for your forehead. You're running a fever."

"Only because I love you so much, I'm letting you go."

"Mhmm. I'm sure that's why and definitely not the cooling feeling you'll get from the rag."

"How dare you?!" He stood up and hobbled into the bedroom.

When he laid down a wave of nausea hit him and immediately passed. "Bring a bucket?"

"Already on it." He smiled despite his situation. She really is the best girlfriend. "You better be taking notes buddy."

"Why?" He groaned and tried to sit up.

"Because morning sickness exists and I'll probably have it."

He flopped onto his side of the bed