Riordanverse Oneshots

J- Drunk

Andddd... I haven't updated in a while... sorry about that. I was sick then I was depressed and then I was sick again not even two weeks later, but I'm not dead! I also know that's no excuse, so! Along with the story that has been requested by this lovely person, @xkillerqueennx

I'm sorry I'm advance. Don't kill me- please. It's time for prompt number 6.

Piper

Jason left at 4. He said he'd be home for dinner. He's been gone for five hours and the food I had made turned cold. I'd tried calling him, but that didn't work either. His phone had gone right to voicemail.

I decided to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower to pass more time. My normally colorful eyes had turned grey and dull in the mirror. I sighed, I was really trying not to worry, trying to convince myself everything was fine, but my eyes only proved my true feelings.

"Jason..." I whispered, fighting back tears. I dug my palms into my closed eyes, hoping I could distract myself with the dull pain. I heard the front door unlock as the first tear slipped out. I raced out of the bathroom, stumbling down the dim hall. "Jason?!" I called stepping into our living room.

"Heyyy, Pipess..." Jason's words were slurred, his normally neat hair mused and his dress shirt untucked and wrinkled. I stopped short in my tracks, confused.

"Where were you?" I asked warily.

"No-" He hiccuped. "where. Chill out, Pipperr,"

"Don't tell me to "chill out"!" I exclaimed, my worry turning to boiling hot anger. I took a step closer to him with each word. "You were gone for five hours!"

"It's fineee. I'm," he hiccuped again. "finnne."

"Ugh! I can't right now!" I stamped my foot and dug my head in my hands, trying not to cry. "You scared me, Jason!" My fiancé stepped closer too me, so that he was an arms length away.

"Baby," he hiccuped, holding out his arms. "Come 'errre." He wrapped me in a sluggish hug. I did nothing to stop it, but made no effort to hug back. He stroked my hair with one hand, his other resting on the small of my back.

Jason leaned back after a minute, studying my face. He cupped my cheek with one hand and leaned in a little. "I'm sor-" hic "ry." He breathed. He reeked of alcohol, causing me to choke. I said nothing, just clenched my hands into tight balls at my sides.

I didn't want to fight. No matter how much he'd scared me or made me want to stab him, I knew it was smarter to talk to him when he was sober.

Jason connected his lips with mine, breaking me from my thoughts. I knew he expected me to kiss back, but I ignored him. He pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around my waste, urging me to do something.

I kept lips still. I didn't care. I didn't want to kiss him like this. He scared me like this. He pulled away, eyebrows scrunched. Confusion shone in the blonde's eyes.

"Hm." He hummed. His skin suddenly tinted green and he gagged.

"Ok!" I exclaimed, grabbing his shoulders. "Not on the carpet!" I hurried him along to the bathroom just in time. I patted Jason's back as assuringly as I could through my feelings in the moment while he spilled the toxins from his body.

I handed him a bit of toilet paper when he was done, to wipe his mouth. He looked at me warily like he finally had some sense of what he'd done. At least he wasn't an abusive drunk, he was just fucking stupid.

"I'm sorry, Pipes." I said nothing, looking down at the shower carpet he was kneeling on. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting.

"Let's get you to bed." I finally breathed out, blinking back tears as I got up. I held out a hand for Jason to grab onto, as I figured he was too unstable to stand on his own yet. I pulled him up, grunting at the effort. He weighed about 100 pounds more than me, so I found it impressive I could even lift him a little bit.

Jason leaned on me as we walked to the short distance to our bedroom. I left him sitting on our bed while I went to get him a sweatshirt and boxers. I helped him changed then tucked him into bed silently. His normally handsome blue eyes were droopy and slightly bloodshot.

I hated that he did this, but I hated whatever made him do this even more. Jason is usually responsible. He hasn't gotten drunk like this since Leo's birthday party two years ago. He wasn't being stretched so thin by work two years ago, though either.

I turned away, trying not to let the hot, angry tears pricking my eyes spill. I pulled off my clothes, listening to the sound Jason's snores filling the room. I put on an old Camp Half-Blood sweatshirt and black athletic shorts before climbing into bed next to my fiancé.

I couldn't stop the tears from flowing as I stared at the ceiling fan spinning in a blur. The draft chilled the salty water on my face. I felt my eyes slowly droop closed as dreams of where Jason could've been filled my head.