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EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS FLUFF MASTERPIECE OH MY GOD I'M IN TEARS AND AS A SWIFTIE I LOVE THIS SO DAM MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Leo Valdez: He Is In Love

Pairing: Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Summary: a few scenes from your life with Leo, inspired by “You Are In Love” by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: literal tooth rotting fluff and just Leo being in love with you. Kissing and intimacy as well, but that’s it :) This is also kind of a modern!Leo, but It’s not super apparent.

A/N: this song is one of my favorites of all time, and so I hope I did it justice! Thanks for any support, and I am so sorry about my chats and replies glitching. I think we have it figured out now, but if you comment/commented something on my posts I promise I saw it and added you to my tag lists!

Disclaimer: just one more thing, I know I have seen a fic like this somewhere, but once again I just can’t remember, so please feel free to have me credit you if you wrote something similar or know someone who did!!! Thanks @leahkenobi for being so understanding. I was also very inspired by @chasingpj ‘s canciones de mi corazón, which is one of my favorites fics ever, so total credit to them and their amazing work.

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Leo Masterlist

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Parties were really not your scene.

It seemed lame, given the age you were, to not like parties. Virtually everyone around you went to them almost every weekend, and sometimes even during the week.

You just didn’t understand the appeal.

Meeting new people, deafening music, gross drinks, sweaty strangers, and worst of all: small talk.

Who could possibly enjoy that?

The good news is, there was at least someone who could relate to your feelings: your best friend, Leo Valdez.

With his ADHD, parties tended to exhaust him pretty quickly, and despite how he presents himself, he is quite introverted on the inside. He agreed with you about small talk, saying it was “worse than death.” You always told him he was being too dramatic, but he always shot back with “have you died before?”

There was no beating that. “Touché,” you would respond, and his bright eyes would twinkle with victory.

It felt nice, really nice, to have someone actually understand your social anxieties, rather than just deal with them.

Later on in your story, you would realize that it was one of the things you loved the most about him.

“I’m serious Y/N,” he said over the car stereo. “Just tell me when you’re done and we’ll go.”

He had offered to drive you to this specific house party, and you gladly accepted. Driving at night tended to make you extra paranoid, and spending time with Leo was always a plus.

“Thank you Leo,” you replied. “But you really don’t have to.”

“I want to, Y/N,” he said, and turned his head to look at your face as he said it.

It had always been so easy to get lost in his features. His darker skin tone, his sharp jawline, and his deep brown eyes. They always seemed to mesmerize you, no matter how long you knew Leo.

You smiled at him. “Eyes on the road Valdez.”

“Right,” he said, and looked away with the faintest blush. It was so faint that, now looking back, you swear you imagined it.

“Yes ma’am,” he laughed, and you laughed back.

The rest of the ride was normal. You played your favorite music, which just so happened to be Leo’s favorite as well, and the both of you sang along as you drove. It helped you pretend that you weren’t about to walk into your least favorite environment.

It always seemed natural between the two of you. Awkward moments didn’t exist, and they never would.

Leo parked, and came around to open the passenger door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you said to him.

He smiled at you, only barely showing his teeth.

“My mom would be very proud,” he said. “She made sure to teach me how to treat a woman.”

You smiled at him, nice and wide, and said, “I know.”

Of course you knew. You knew it all.

Leo led you into the party, and stayed by your side for as much of the night as he could, acting as a sense of security for you. He always jumped in when awkward silence started to drift in to your conversations, and he made sure to laugh at every joke or sarcastic comment you made.

For as much as he claimed he loathed small talk, he was pretty damn good at it.

You weren’t sure when, but at some point Leo and you got separated. It may have been when you went to the bathroom, or maybe he went to grab you some water and got pulled into another conversation.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is when you finally met his eyes across the room, and the look he gave you.

It was incredibly hard to see even a few feet in front of you in the dark room, and the look was so quick that there was no way you could have caught it if you blinked. It had to have been some form of magic, or really good luck, that you were able to see the emotion in his eyes as he looked at you.

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his chin, and his eyes softened significantly. A romance book would call them “puppy dog eyes,” but the emotions he was conveying were too strong to be considered anything other than piercing.

And they were all just for you.

You ok? Want me to come over there? Do you want to just dip? We can drive home right now if you want. This dude I’m talking to is incredibly boring. Told you small talk was worse than death.

You couldn’t explain it. You swear you heard his voice speaking those exact words in your head when his eyes met yours, but he never opened his mouth once. It was all in his face.

Do I understand him that well? you thought to yourself.

It caught you off guard enough for him to tilt his head in confusion.

Y/N?

You panicked, and nodded. Your own eyebrows raised just a bit, and you took a very visible gulp. You hoped and prayed that he understood just how badly you wanted to get out of there.

And he did.

You would replay that moment over and over in your head during the walk back to the car, trying to make any sort of sense to it, but there was no sense to be made.

Sometimes, moments were just meant to happen, and the start of your fall for Leo was only beginning.

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

The drive away from the party was surprisingly quiet. Quiet for you and Leo anyway. He didn’t even bother to turn on the stereo.

You just kept getting more and more lost in your thoughts about how easy understanding Leo was, not only in his facial expressions, but even so small as his tone of voice.

Had it always been this way? If not, when did we just…click? How would that even happen over time? What makes two people so close? Either way, we are just friends, and friends are perfectly capable of feeling that way. And I don’t want us to be more than that…

…right?

You were fooling yourself, and you were completely confused.

Leo, on the other hand, could not have been happier. He was practically glowing.

“So,” he said out of nowhere. “I have a proposition.”

You snapped out of your spiral, and looked to Leo with a smile.

Yet again, he knew exactly what to say to pull you out.

“And what is that?” you teased.

“Celebratory coffees,” he said, “for making it through that horrendous experience.”

“Leo,” you said with a laugh. “It’s midnight!”

“So?” he asked. “We both love coffee, and neither of us are even energized by caffeine anyways. It’s always had an opposite effect on us.”

That was a good point.

“And, yet another pro, Starbucks probably won’t be too busy,” he said, and smiled at you.

“You deserve it Y/N,” he said softly, puppy eyes returning, and you smiled at your feet. Heat crept up your neck.

“Alright,” you obliged. “Celebratory coffee it is.”

He laughed nice and loud, his eyes glittering once again, and turned up a different street.

He was right. Starbucks was, for once, not very busy.

And you did deserve to treat yourself.

He pulled through the drive-through and got you your favorite drink, which he had memorized, and got a hot caramel macchiato for himself. He always talked about how the flavoring of it made him think of desserts his mom used to make, and how she would drink coffee every morning. She only gave him a sip a few times, and he would stick his tongue out in disgust of the flavor without fail.

You smiled and nodded every time he told the story, and you enjoyed how his eyes would crinkle and his dimples would show.

How did you not realize you loved him?

When you were finally on your way back home, you took some time to look out the window at all the passing trees and homes as you sipped your coffee. The streets that Leo had taken were some of your favorite in the city. You could count on two hands how many fields you passed, and they all allowed the night sky above you to be crystal clear. You could see so many stars, and their brightness started reflecting off of everything in the car.

“I think your necklace is trying to communicate with its old friends,” Leo said, and you turned to him in confusion.

He pointed down to your shirt, and you noticed that the necklace you had been wearing was laying on the outside of your shirt. You normally tucked it in, enjoying the feeling of the handiwork against your skin, but it must have popped out, making the starlight reflect on it as well.

Had it been like that the whole night?

The golden tinted necklace had three stars in a row, and it curved slightly to intensify its pattern. You adored that necklace, refusing to take it off since the moment you received it.

Leo gave that necklace to you, and he always looked at you a little differently when he saw it on you.

“Yeah,” you responded, smiling down at the trinket and rubbing it in between your fingers. “I won’t let it leave, though.”

You smiled up at him, and he smiled back, before turning back to pay attention to the road.

“Why don’t we just…pull over?” he asked. “I can see you watching the stars, and we can’t just drive past these perfect views?”

You shook your head at him, scoffing slightly at his playfulness. The night was only getting longer, but there was still something pulling at you to take his offer. You had been enjoying yourself so far, more so than you had in the past, and Leo was right; these views were perfect.

“Alright,” you replied. “Only for a few minutes.” You finish the statement with a yawn.

“That’s the spirit,” he responded, poking fun at your sleepy face and groggily voice. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

He pulled the car over, and leaned back in his chair. Lucky for the both of you, the vehicle had a pretty large sun-roof. This allowed the both of you to stare straight up into the night sky, without any bugs or cool breezes.

It was so beautiful.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just enjoying how peaceful the world was around you. There was no loud music, strobing lights, or a need to escape.

That was where you wanted to be. Right there. With him.

His deep, relaxed breaths made you even happier. You didn’t like when he was stressed or uptight, especially when he was working, and moments like these made all the difference.

You were just about to pry your eyes from the stars to look at his own beauty, before he gasped loudly out of no where.

“Y/N! Look up!” he said loudly, and your body went into panic mode.

“What! What is it?,” you asked him, and your eyes shot to the sky, searching through the sun-roof for any sort of threat or monster.

“See those three stars?” he asked, and pointed to his right. You followed his fingers, and still felt your heart beating quickly in your chest.

“Yes. Yes I see them.”

“Those are the ones that are on your necklace,” he said excitedly, and you turned your head to look at him in surprise.

“They’re my favorite,” he said, and his eyes locked with yours. Your heart-rate lowered, free from the anxiety of a threat, but it quickened back up and warmed your blood at Leo’s kind words.

He made a necklace of his favorite stars, for you. You loved that necklace more and more each day, but now knowing the significance of it…

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said suddenly, and you wrinkled your eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” you asked quietly, and Leo loved your voice like that.

“You look too beautiful when you look happy,” he said, and you saw his eyes widen when the final word escaped his mouth.

He called me…beautiful. Not pretty, not hot, beautiful.

It was then that you realized that both yours and Leo’s shoulders had been touching ever since he pointed out the three stars, and a shot of electricity zoomed throughout your body all the way up to your brain when you realized how close he was to you.

You were staring into his eyes, seeing how they too held such beauty underneath the stars, and he even smelled good. It was a deep vanilla with just a hint of cologne, and you knew it was a mix of his conditioner and body spray. It was a perfect mix. Not too much, but not too little. It was just…Leo.

You kept looking at him, wanting to touch his hair and carve his cheek with your fingers, tracing every mole and curve. You wanted him closer to you, and you wanted his scent to mix with your own so it would never leave you.

You wanted to…you wanted to kiss him.

I want to kiss him, you thought. I want to kiss my best friend, and I want him to kiss me back. I want to sit in this car under these perfect stars and kiss and never stop.

Gods.

“Y/N,” Leo whispered, ever so slightly moving his head towards yours, making his scent and his presence and soft hair his stupid, perfect lips even more prevalent.

But your anxiety once again found a reason to muck everything up.

“I’m tired Leo,” you said kindly, and leaned back into your seat.

“Let’s go home.”

Leo stayed leaning forward, shock and maybe a hint of disappointment still obvious on his features, before leaning back into his own seat and clearing his throat.

“Right,” he said, and placed his hands on the wheel.

“Home.”

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

Leo continued the drive in silence, and you continued to roll your necklace around your fingertips, deep in thought.

You felt like waking up from a fog, and the heaviness of what Leo had been doing for you the entire night was starting to weigh on your shoulders. The silence surrounding you was only making it worse.

How could you have been so blind? Leo had taken you all the way out to this party, and he was completely open to leaving even in the first few minutes. He had looked at you with so much acceptance throughout the entire evening, and never judged you. Not once. He was a perfect gentleman, but still treated you as a person. As a woman.

He bought you coffee, your favorite kind, and shared with you personal details about his mom and his childhood that not even his own friends knew about. He brought you, only you, out to see his favorite stars in the pitch black, and even made you a necklace out of them.

He was revealing more and more to you as your relationship continued, and you felt blind and stupid. Waves and waves of realization continued to flow over you throughout the entire way home, and even a glance at Leo’s face made your cheeks heat up.

You looked down and smiled at your necklace, and Leo chuckled beside you.

“What is that smile for?” he asked with a laugh.

“Nothing,” you said. “Nothing at all.”

Leo finally pulled up into your driveway, and walked you up to your doorstep.

“Thank you Leo,” you said. “For everything.”

“Sure thing my lady,” he said with a laugh “Anything for you.”

He smiled at you, his eyes glowing slightly in the moonlight, and took a deep breath.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you feel like. I’ll be there.”

He looked you up and down and turned to walk away, sticking his hands in his pockets, and it was one of those moments that happened in slow-motion. Some instinct inside of you knew that it was now or never, and you weren’t going to let a boy like that just walk away from you. Not after everything that you knew now.

“Wait,” you said, and he turned around on his heel to face you again.

He didn’t even get a chance to ask you what was up. You jogged down your cement stairs, pulled him in by his collar, and pressed your lips to his. A breath escaped his nose in shock, and his eyes widened at the feeling, but they slowly fluttered shut, and he returned the pressure.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and delicately placed his hands on your face, pulling you in closer as gently as he could. The feeling of your skin against his hands was addicting, and he could have sworn smoke was coming out of his ears.

You were kissing him. He was kissing you.

You were kissing him.

A small whine escaped both of your lips when you forced yourself to pull away, and the street lights framed both of your faces beautifully. You pecked his nose, then pecked both of his burning hot cheeks, unable to keep your lips away from him.

His eyes looked drunk on the feeling of you, and you giggled a bit before finally speaking.

“Was that ok?”

He looked at you like you were crazy.

“Uh…yes!” he said. “Gods I didn’t want to stop.”

You looked down in a blush, and he used his pointer finger to move your chin back up.

“I was just too much of a wimp to try it earlier,” he said, and pecked your lips for a few more seconds. Even the faintest touch from him made your eyes roll back into your head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered into his lips. “And the day after that, and the day after that-”

“Yes!” he said, and fist bumped the air.

“I’ll see ya then!” he said, and sprinted back to his car, skipping and jumping as he did so.

You laughed so hard tears came to your eyes.

Happy tears.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

This was real. You and Leo were actually dating. It wasn’t some fantasy, or something you longed for every time you saw him.

It was real.

And to say you two were attached at the hip would have been an understatement. It got so bad that you ended up having what Leo called “sleepovers” at each other’s houses almost every night, no matter if it was a weekend or a weeknight, and all of your friends invited you places together. They knew that one way or another, you would show up together anyways.

You were so…happy.

Your favorite nights to have sleepovers were the weekends though. You two were able to stay up as late as you wanted, talking about everything and anything until the early hours of the morning, and you didn’t even wake up until 11 or 12. Leo always let you borrow his shirts, and he always insisted on having his arms around you in some way or another as you fell asleep.

“Is it a crime to want to touch my girlfriend in my own bed?” he would ask every time you teased him, and you would laugh and kiss him passionately.

One of your favorite parts though, was that he vowed to make you breakfast every time you stayed. He would always make your favorite toast and eggs, along with warm coffee and usually some sort of fruit as a side.

You would wake up in his incredibly comfortable bed with his “Cabin 9 Hephaestus” shirt on, and you would feel around for his body to cuddle into him. You would smell the warm toast and hear the sizzling eggs, and a huge smile would come to your face every time.

You would yawn and stretch your muscles, and make your way down into his kitchen. His naked torso would be revealed in all its glory, and he would be facing away from you, cooking away. His back was beautifully toned, and his darker skin tone was just beautiful.

You didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.

“Morning,” you said on one specific Sunday, and he turned around with his bright smile.

“Morning amor,” he said. “I made your favorites.”

“Of course you did,” you said, and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“What can i say, I keep my word don’t I?”

“Yes Leo,” you said and squished your cheek into his arm. “You always do.”

He turned around and kissed the top of your head, before shooing you back to the dining room table.

“Go on and sit down,” he laughed. “I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed and sat, letting him place your numerous plates and coffee cup in front of you.

“Gods this smells good,” you said, and he pecked your cheek before sitting down.

“Bon Appetite,” he said, and you began to eat your breakfast.

“You ate right?” you asked him before taking a sip of your drink.

“I did. Just over twenty minutes ago.”

“Good,” you responded, and continued eating.

Leo rested his head on his hand and took in the sight of you. A light smile was plastered on your face every time he cooked you something, and seeing you in his shirt warmed him from the inside out. He could stare at you for hours, and he definitely did the night before.

“Is there something on my face?” you asked him.

“No, no,” he said and took your free hand in his. “I just love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded instantly, and he kissed the top of your hand.

“So,” he asked you after a few more moments. “Any uh…any trouble sleeping?”

You knew exactly what he was asking. He was asking about the frequent nightmares you would get from your time as a demigod at Camp Half Blood. They caused your whole body to shake and convulse, and sometimes even scream. Leo would get very similar ones.

But luckily… those nightmares became few and far between ever since you had Leo beside you.

“No,” you responded. “None.”

“Me neither,” he said, and that mutual understanding that started months ago at the house party passed between you two once more. You both knew it was because of the other that the nightmares began to fade away, and even if they did make a rare appearance, the both of you were there for each other through every moment.

Always.

Your fears and ghosts that haunted you at night had finally disappeared.

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

During one specific sleepover, the conversation of what you wanted for your individual futures was discussed more so than it had been in the past. Your hopes and dreams began pouring out of you, and Leo listened to you as intently as always.

Career plans, future apartments, and dogs were the main contenders.

“I just…” you began after a while. “I just love cities. I love the hustle and bustle, and I love looking out the window and seeing all the people. Every one of them has individual lives and individual destinations, and even individual worries! It makes me feel so…small. Not in a bad way, but it just makes me think of the huge puzzle that everyone in the world makes up, and how I’m just one small piece of it. It really puts things in perspective, and it makes me realize what is actually important to me in my life.”

You look back at Leo, and see a very unique look on his face. It wasn’t pain or discomfort, but his eyes had furrowed, and his jaw was tense. It looked as if he was holding back a cry.

“Leo?” you asked, and concern coated your voice. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

He took a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared on his mouth.

“I…” he began, emotion prevalent in his voice. “I can’t wait for you. I can’t want to watch you.”

Your heart quickened, and you found it increasingly difficult to get a whole breath of air into your lungs.

“You mean…you mean you’d come with me? You want that too?”

“Y/N,” he said and held your hands to his face. “I’d follow you anywhere. You’re my best friend.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears escape, and you felt him tap his finger on the top of your right hand three times.

I. Love. You.

“Oh Leo,” you said, and the both of you were crying now. “I love you too.”

You pulled him into a proper kiss, and you refused to let his lips leave yours for several minutes. You ran your hands over each other’s bodies, trying to get the other as close as possible. Your bodies fell into their natural rhythms, and you felt the love and sincerity from him in every touch of his skin against yours.

It wasn’t about huge love confessions anymore, or huge shows to prove just how much you cared about the other.

All you needed was Leo’s small touch and kind words, and you knew he was in love.

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

Those dreams of moving to a city? They actually came true. And Leo followed you every step of the way, through every trial, and every happy moment. He held you when you cried out of frustration, but he was also there through every scream of joy.

He was there to carry you through all of it, and you carried him as well.

Thank the gods.

The only downside of your life was that you and Leo were forced to work on opposite sides of the city. That meant that dropping off a coffee for him every morning or meeting up for lunch was near impossible. Your friends would talk about meeting up with their partners, and your heart always sank a bit whenever they mentioned it. You wanted nothing more than to just eat with Leo for a few extra minutes every day, and it made you jealous that other people got to spend more time with him than you could.

You and Leo were having a nice conversation on the couch one day about your work schedules when you confronted him with these feelings. You said that you missed him throughout the day, and it made you sad that there was no way to see each other due to your different careers.

“You know,” he began, “I feel the same way.”

You smiled at him sadly, and looked at your feet to try and think of some sort of solution.

“I miss you so much,” he said. “I miss you so much that I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

He said that with a laugh, but you were caught a bit off guard with the word “secret.”

“What do you mean?” you asked with a laugh, and he combed some hair away from your face.

“Remember when we spent the night together for the first time?”

“Yeah,” you said, and the sweet memories of that night forced a smile onto your face. “That feels like yesterday.”

“We took a selfie right before we fell asleep,” he said. “You were laying on my chest, all tucked in and warm, and I had my arm wrapped around you.”

You nodded at him, silently asking him to continue.

“Well, I printed out that picture after the first week of my job,” he said. “And I’ve kept that picture framed in my office ever since.”

You looked into his eyes, and you felt tears cloud your own vision. You realized in that moment why poets and authors spend so many pages and write so many stanzas trying to describe how love feels. You understood why so many gods had gone to war with one another, even against their own brothers, in the name of love.

Because this…this feeling…

…it was absolutely indescribable.

You are in love, true love

You are in love

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