percy is the personification of
“im not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite”
AND ITS SO SADDDDD :( like stop
especially when you see ppl idolising him for that trait
like rachel who thinks it’s so cool that he’s a demigod and gets to fight monsters and go on crazy adventures
or nico who saw him as this all knowing brave hero who could do no wrong and would fight to save the day
when in the end he didn’t want to fight and he’s been surrounded by violence his whole life and taught how to hold and try to control his anger and violence just to be used as a weapon and seen as one by the gods and many ppl around him who just see him at the super strong crazy guns blazing guy
when FROM THE JUMP all he’s wanted was to literally just go to school have friends and live with his mom in nyc :| like that’s so sad
like do y’all remember in son when he punched a random shelf bc he was so frustrated with his memories ?? to me that is percy without his anger management techniques
could you imagine if he had lived with poseidon and grown up in that environment instead of sally’s ?? how different of a person would he be
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envisioning citygirl!reader getting forced by her dad to go stay with grandma in bumfuck nowhere america bc of some reason and she is so not happy with it bc how is one supposed to have a brat summer amongst the corn?? ofc she’s not as peeved when she realizes her grandma’s ranch hand is an incredibly hot art donaldson and she suddenly spends all her time on the front porch in the shortest denim shorts she owns sipping sweet tea and letting it drip down her chin and neck whenever she feels him watching her as he fixes her grandma’s fence and she flirts with him sososo hard but art is a good ! christian ! man ! the type to have a high school sweetheart who has a promise ring that matches his own! he’s only working at your grandma’s ranch to save up for the engagement ring,,,,but he doesn’t mind the newfound attention from you with your sultry smiles and filthy mouth. he doesn’t mind that at night when he’s all needy and alone he’s thinking of bending you over the railing of that front porch and pounding into you while he’s fisting his cock as long as he doesn’t cave in no matter how hard you try
hhhhhh
seducing him into fucking you on the guestroom you're staying in for the summer - promising you won't tell - you're only here for a few short months, and it's a big commitment he's making, signing his life away to one woman so early? besides - doesn't he want to be good at sex for when he gets hitched? does he want to be a one pump chump?
he doesn't. your reasoning makes just enough sense to him to condone his cheating- it's just for practice - just to get good at it by the time he proposes to his sweetheart. and you'll be long gone by then - it has nothing to do with the fact that he's weak and just wants to stick his dick in something warm and wet so badly - he's tired of being so good all the time - being the perfect church going golden boy, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect son and grandson, perfect everything else.
he wants to be imperfect for once, maybe. give into his desires and be wicked. even if it's just for him - just a secret.
it's just for the summer. it's just for practice.
that's what you both tell yourselves anyway, when you drag him into the barn when your grandma is making lunch and sink to your knees to show him what it feels like to have a warm mouth around his cock. encouraging him on how to hold your head - how to flex his hips - "look at me." you tell him, tonguing the head, "you have to look at me and tell me how good it is." then you add, "that's what girls like." so he thinks you're just coaching him, and not just speaking on your own desires, which you are. you have no fucking clue what his stupid little girlfriend would be into- you only care that his calloused hand slides against your cheek. fingers in your hair - "it does feel good." he breathes, eyes looking panied as you sink your mouth down around him. all the way to the base. "you're so fucking pretty - oh my god -"
it's just for the summer. it's just for practice. that's what you tell yourselves when you shyly part your legs and let him tongue gently at your swollen pussy. when he moans at your taste and delves his tongue between your fat lips and licks inside - and you clench your hands in his hair and rut against his face - he's a fucking natural at it, you tell him. fucking magical with that tongue - jesus god. makes your legs shake as you drench his tongue in your cum not five minutes later -
it's just for the summer it's just for practice when you sink down onto his cock in the loft above the barn, warm stacks of hay surrounding you and not the most comfortable but you can't risk it in your bedroom today - not when so many guests are over - but you can't stay away from eachother either - under the guise of teaching him "how a girl rides someone." when really you just want to be close to him - feel those warm work worn hands on your hips, guiding you up and down on his hard cock - and the ruse is temporarily forgotten when he switches you, and you're on your back and he's sliding over you and back in you, rolling his hips - he's gotten so fucking good at sex - so good at fucking - your legs wrap your his moving hip and you kiss eachother, warm and wet and it feels alot like making love - the kind of sex he's mean to have with his girlfriend and future wife - and not with you, his secret summer paramore. you push that thought away, muffle your whimpers into his warm shoulder and hold him close.
it's just for the summer. it's just practice.
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Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol
i luv ur brain anon
"you got....a kitten?"
- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-)
- also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...)
- also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all
──★ ˙ ̟ to the stars !
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alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears.
i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.
NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU
this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn
hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)
how u got him
imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and
now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!
bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.
'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'
man can't even argue with you
hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent
u can tho.
and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)
spider-squad finding out ab him
the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ?????
pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie
'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope
i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn
hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud
you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine
everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ )
“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”
luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk
speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.
anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute
says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)
you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’
promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”
cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s
more gen headcannons
remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise
hobie loves to play fight with the cat
spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win
i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️
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popping in for slick sunday again with another bit on a fic im working on :) i hope you enjoy :)
(warnings ahead for mpreg, angst, and some medical stuff that probably doesn't make actual sense bc i possess no more than a basic knowledge)
this fic's big focus is secret pregnancy. steve and eddie are not dating, but they have this more "friends with benefits" type thing going on. that is, until eddie leaves. he's off with Corroded Coffin, trying to make a name for themselves in the industry. what eddie doesn't know, and what steve finds out a few weeks later, is that steve is pregnant (with twins).
steve decides to keep it a secret because he doesn't want to "ruin" eddie's life. he knows eddie would come back the second he knew, and he didn't want to be the reason eddie gave up on his dream. steve doesn't tell anyone for the first month or so, and then slowly, their friends start being pulled into the loop. robin first, of course. everyone promises not to tell eddie, even though most of them aren't happy about it. eventually, even wayne and the rest of corroded coffin find out about it.
wayne insists on being part of their lives, if steve will let him. which obviously he does, because he loves wayne and would never want to keep him out. so then it's weekly dinners at the trailer, and wayne offering to babysit when steve has to work, and wayne coming over to their apartment often. the twins spend a lot of time with wayne, and he spoils them whenever he can. he's really the only grandparent figure they have, and he's more than happy to take on the role.
when eddie does, eventually, find all of this out, it's not under the best circumstances. it's been about six years since he left hawkins without looking back. the band is at the studio, recording for the new album, when eddie gets a call. the first time he's heard from steve since he left. his entire world is flipped when steve drops the news. eddie has pups he's never known about, and one of them is sick. really sick. the doctors don't think she has much time, and she needs a bone marrow transplant, but finding a match is taking longer than they'd hoped. eddie might be the only option left to save her.
of course, eddie's on a plane back to indiana that same night, no questions asked. well, very few questions asked at least. his mind is reeling the whole time. he doesn't have the full story. all he does know is that he has to get back. he meets the twins separately. first, his daughter, before she's taken for more testing. she lights up, so excited that he's there and asking 100 different questions all at once. he loves her so much already. he meets his son a little later, and it's different. he's more closed off, wary. he's sitting on steve's lap glaring daggers at eddie across the room. it's clear that he holds some resentment, and eddie can't say he blames him. when eddie tries to explain that he's there to help, that he'll be there however long they need him, the boy blows up. he's angry, spitting back at eddie that they don't need him, they never did. steve immediately tries to step in, but eddie stops him. he's right, and eddie knows that. he deserves this.
it may have been steve who kept the twins from eddie, but eddie's the one that never bothered to come back. never called. never visited. he's just as much to blame, and he knows that. all he can do is try to make up for his own shortcomings, and hope it's enough.
happy slick sunday!
oh my god my heart is broken😭
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