I will probably never truly get over Brason.

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I will probably never truly get over Brason.
What if Hazel and Nico got coffee with Steve and Bucky as a 'I should be a severely old person, but I ended up in the 21st century' support group.
They could discuss the past and traumatic experiences, and bond over being from a different era. Then they could all swap stories about how they are adapting to current pop culture and the stupid crap their friends seem to enjoy.
Because maysbe needs cheering up <: <333
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"I can hear you thinking," Pollux whispers, running the pads of his fingers up and down the slope between Nico's neck and his shoulder.
It'd been a kind of emotionally exhausting day despite the fact that nothing much had happened in terms of significant events. They'd both just kind of woken up in bad moods and that was how the day had gone: down the drain. Little things that otherwise wouldn't have mattered were amplified: traffic, screaming children, shoes that don't fit quite right in the soles, accidentally leaving a sandwich at home and having to pay $7 for one instead.
They'd met in bed with their clothes on, collapsing without words, coming together in a silent bond.
Nico's been distracted though. Pollux can usually tell. There's that faraway look in his eye, the little wrinkle between his eyebrows. If they're happy thoughts, there'll be a wrinkle at the top of his left lip. If they're distressing thoughts, there'll be a wrinkle at the bottom of his right lip. It scares Pollux sometimes how much he's categorized the little things. Maybe he's crazy.
He feels the muscles in Nico's neck move beneath his fingers as the son of Hades looks up at him, studying him with those dark, dark eyes.
Pollux loves those eyes.
"Do you remember," Nico says, his voice quiet in the darkening bedroom, "when we were talking in that cafe a few years ago? When I first came out to you?"
Pollux nods. Nico's face had been so green, he thought he was going to pass out. "I was so proud of you," he says. Smiles.
But Nico doesn't smile. He shifts his eyes to the pillow. "You said... you said you were technically bisexual, homoromantic."
"I did."
"... I think I'm homoromantic," Nico says. It's almost a whisper.
Pollux tries to catch his eye. "Yeah?"
"But I think..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm asexual."
It comes out almost like a question, but Pollux can tell it's the hesitancy more than it is about trying to find a label to fit his skin. He starts stroking the slope of Nico's neck again, isn't sure when he stopped. "Okay," he says.
Nico meets his eye. His face isn't green this time, but it has the same look of relief. "Okay?" he asks.
Pollux smiles, squeezes Nico's neck fondly. Lovingly. "Okay."
Can we talk about Superdads Sam and Steve please
Piper ☾, ■, ∇ !!!
aww yess
☾ - sleep headcanon: okay so i totally have a head canon that Piper is constantly moving in her sleep. she tosses and turns all night to the point where people think something is going on in there (if u know what i mean) when they walk by her room. she’s a super restless sleeper, and she has been since she was a baby. it also drives her siblings in the aphrodite cabin crazy. (ALSO HER BLANKETS ARE OFTEN THROWN ACROSS THE ROOM IN THE MORNING)
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: Piper *cought* and calypso *cough* lives in a small apartment, either in new york or california, i am very conflicted on which place she lives in idk. her house is decorated with floral stuff and she has a really cool kitchen which is weird since she only ever uses her cornucopia. you know fuck this I’m turning this question into pipalypso living quarters. their house would be white and tan and pink floral stuff and it would be really pretty. Calypso would have little hanging gardens outside all the windows and they would make out 24/7
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon: gosh diddly darn it piper becomes the most gorgeous old woman you ever did see. She ages with perfect grace ok. she’s fucking gorgeous
things I have done!
- some calculus
- apush review sheets
- FINALLY FINISHED HOUSE OF HADES YEA
maysbe replied to your post: i spend too much time on the nico di a...
That’s the opposite of a problem tbh
TRUUUUUUU