I feel like Steve is the type of person to be really smart and just not show it. Like, I don't know why, maybe because he doesn't think its cool or something, but he just never says anything about it. And no one knows until Robin comes along.
Like, they're just talking and Robin says something, and it isn't right, and Steve just, corrects it without a second thought. And when she asks him how he knows, hes just like, "I thought it was common knowledge", and she just stares at him like, wtf. But she moves past it, and eventually they have intellectual conversations or some shit, and she is the only one who knows.
Until Eddie Munson. I can just imagine that one day, he walks into family video, and catches Steve and Robin debating about something smart like, psychology or some shit (I think Steve would be really good at psychology), and he just kinda stands there like, what?
And that happens a few times, until he starts joining in as well. And then the UD happens, Eddie lives (somehow), and then Steddie happens (somehow).
And after that, it becomes a habit that Staurday nights are 'Smart Talk' nights with Robin and Steddie, where they talk abt smart stuff.
But one day, the kids accidently walk in on it, and hear Steve being smart and are like, holy shit hes smart.
Edit: the title for this comic is “Puzzle Rat”
this one’s a few days late due to having a lot of doctors appointments sorry
it’s just 9 pages, and about some rats… it’s more symbolic than anything really
(it’s completely unrelated to any of my songs that have to do with “puzzleboy”)
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he knows korean from his dad using it around him, japanese because he asked shiro to teach him, spanish because his best (and longest) foster home was two elderly people on a ranch in southwest texas that spoke spanish (also you can’t grow up in rural texas and not pick up a bit of spanish) and galran because of the blade. he knows morse code because of his dad’s firefighter job.
now, no one on the team knows he knows so many languages. shiro knows about korean and japanese and that’s IT. so naturally he just..never mentions it.
they first learn that he knows japanese when shiro makes a stupid joke through the comms and he starts laughing, but that wasn’t really a surprise to anyone. they learn that he knows korean because he got an injury and was delirious. they learn about galran when they hear him and his mother speaking in galran.
but spanish? lance learns first. him and keith are alone in the kitchen on cleaning duty when lance starts singing a song in spanish. next thing he knew, keith was singing along. it was also the first time lance had seen him even tear up, because the song was on old classic keith’s dad used to sing to him.
the rest of the team doesn’t know until much later, when lance comes back from the pods after a stupid mistake that keith was left to find. the two had grown much closer since lance learned keith also knew spanish. anyways, they’re all gathered around the pod when lance falls out and keith catches him. and keith just starts YELLING. he’s dropped lance’s full legal name twice and he’s only speaking spanish. at some point he hugs lance and is throwing in every other language and nobody understands him. he was asleep about 5 minutes later, his head on lance’s shoulder.
Warning: Steve feeling like he can't say no to sex and having it without really wanting to
Steve knew he had a reputation. If he was a girl, he'd be labeled easy. Gagging for it. Slutty. But no one called him a slut. Not to his face, anyway. Instead he got clapped on the back by the boys on the team and told how lucky he was. They thought it was funny to leave condoms in his locker and make bets about whether or not Steve would knock somebody up before he graduated.
It was fun, at first. He liked sex, obviously. He liked how it felt to be close to a girl, the smell of her perfume, the brush of her hair against his skin, her moans and sighs when he touched her right. He liked the satisfaction that came with making someone feel good. He'd felt proud the first time a girl wanted him to be her first. Like he’d earned her trust.
Somewhere along the way, it started feeling less like girls wanted him, and more like they wanted the Steve Harrington Experience. For Steve to show them a good time, so they could brag to their friends about the size of his dick or how many times he made them come. They stopped wanting to go on dates with him. He'd be at a party and a girl would come up to him, start making excuses to touch his arms or his hair, press in close and giggle, and eventually whisper in his ear to take them upstairs.
He couldn't turn a girl down in front of his friends, not when she was so obviously offering sex. They'd never let it go if he did. He could already hear the jokes: looks like Steve's off his game or did you finally catch something, Harrington, or worst of all you aren't some kind of fag now, are you?
So he took them upstairs, and he fucked them, and he made sure they enjoyed it, and then they'd maybe cuddle with him for a few minutes before they went back downstairs to tell their friends. It's not like they were forcing him or anything—he could have said no, he just didn't—but it didn't feel good anymore. He felt gross. He felt used.
That's why it hurt so much when Eddie started coming on to him. He'd thought Eddie was his friend. He'd thought them coming out to each other was bonding, not Eddie trying to get a read on him. If the hangouts, the jokes, the way Eddie always looked pleased to see him—if all that was just to get in Steve's pants, to take him for a ride, well. It was unnecessary, first of all. Everyone knew Steve would fuck just about anybody who asked. Eddie didn't have to pretend to like him. Steve would prefer if he didn't, because this hurt so much more than getting blatantly propositioned at a party.
The way he saw it, he had two options. Number one, he could act dumb and pretend he didn't understand that Eddie was making a move on him. That might get Eddie to back off for a while and earn Steve some more time with him.
Number two, they could have sex. He could show Eddie a good time, give him exactly what he wanted, and then get his heart broken when Eddie promptly dusted his hands of Steve and moved on to better things.
Steve was tempted to go for option one, but that would just prolong the heartbreak. It would always be in the back of his mind that their friendship was just a fat fucking lie. It would be better to just get it over with.
So when Eddie touched his face and looked into his eyes and told him he was pretty, Steve knew what he had to do. He didn't get why Eddie was beating around the bush, but maybe he was shy. Maybe it was his first time. It didn't matter.
Eddie was looking at his lips, clearly angling for a kiss, so Steve leaned in and gave it to him. He still liked kissing, even if the rest of sex had become kind of flat and stale.
Eddie was a very enthusiastic kisser. He clutched at Steve's back and dragged Steve down on top of him until Eddie was flat on his back on the sofa with Steve's tongue in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Eddie moaned when Steve pulled back, and chased Steve's mouth with his own. “Get back here, c’mon.”
Kissing was part of Steve's routine. Kissing, oral, then the main event. It made it easier to pretend it was real. But there was only so long he could drag it out before it was time to move on. Even the shy girls got impatient eventually.
He kissed Eddie until he was hard against Steve's hip, and then he sat up and started taking Eddie's pants off.
“Holy shit,” Eddie said, his head thunking back against the armrest as Steve got his dick out and started touching it. “I can't believe this is really happening.”
That was a bit much. He wished Eddie would just acknowledge this for what it was and quit messing around. He ducked his head to try and hide his scowl but he must not have been quick enough, because Eddie was pushing himself up onto his elbows and frowning back at him.
“What's wrong?” Eddie asked.
“Nothing,” Steve lied. What the hell was Eddie playing at, acting like he gave a shit about Steve? “Do you want me to suck your dick or what?”
“Yeah, obviously, but can we like, call a timeout for a sec? Because I feel like I'm missing something here.”
“Everything's fine,” Steve said. “Look, either you want to fuck or you don't. It's all the same to me.”
Eddie’s eyes widened. “All the same to you?” he repeated. “Jesus, Steve. What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
As he spoke, he shoved his dick back into his underwear and yanked up his jeans. He sounded hurt, which was baffling. Steve wasn't so blunt with girls, true, but they also had never pissed him off as bad as Eddie was.
“You know,” Steve said, shrugging. He didn't usually talk about it. He didn't usually need to. He'd stopped expecting anything more than sex years ago.
“Can we just, like, pretend that I don't?” Eddie said, shoving his hands into his hair and looking so genuinely confused that Steve felt a little frisson of uneasiness shoot up his spine. “Let's pretend that I have no fucking idea what's going on right now.”
“Can we just drop it?”
“Uh, no, man, we cannot just drop it.” Eddie shuffled closer. “Steve, hey. Talk to me. What's going on?”
He put his hand on Steve's knee, and Steve flinched.
Eddie's face fell, and he snatched his hand back.
“Shit, sorry,” he said. “You don't want me to touch you?”
Steve shook his head. “I can't have sex with you,” he said miserably, and pulled in his knees to hug them to his chest. He should have been happy about that—he’d been mad at Eddie for wanting sex, after all—but it turned out he did want to have sex with Eddie, he just didn't want it to be some empty, meaningless transaction. So now he would lose Eddie's friendship without even getting the fake-closeness of sex with him in return.
“You can't?” Eddie asked, because of course he'd zeroed in on that. “I don't understand.”
“I thought I could do it, but I can't,” Steve said, feeling very small. “I…I like you too much.”
“Right, how stupid of me,” Eddie said, smacking his own forehead with the palm of his hand. “You only have sex with people you don't like.”
He could tell Eddie didn't mean it, but it was uncomfortably near to the truth. He swallowed hard and fiddled with a worn spot on his jeans.
“It's not like that,” he said finally. “It's just…nevermind. It doesn't matter.”
“It does matter!” Eddie said, and from the corner of his eye Steve could see him reach a hand out and then change his mind and pull it back. “Look. If you don't want to have sex with me, that's cool, I get it. We can still be friends, no hard feelings. But there's obviously something else going on here.”
“You still want to be friends?”
“Uh, duh.” He gave Steve a lopsided smile. “You're one of my best friends, man. I'm not gonna ditch you just because you don't feel the same way about me.”
Steve didn't understand. “Oh,” he said. “I thought—”
Eddie waited him out, more patient than Steve had ever seen him before.
“I thought you just wanted sex,” he said. “That's all anyone ever wants from me.”
“But you like me too much to have sex with me,” Eddie said, like he was trying to confirm it, and when Steve nodded his eyes went all soft and sad.
“Steve,” Eddie said in a very careful voice. “When was the last time you had sex with someone and you actually wanted it?”
Steve tried thinking back, but he'd been in a dry spell for a while. He'd stopped going to parties after what happened with Billy, and it turned out that girls were only interested in Steve “the Hair” Harrington, not so much Steve “the Loser” Harrington. Before that it was all just a blur of faceless girls at parties and the sinking feeling he got when they approached him.
Eddie wasn't going to like the answer, he knew that much. He felt like he was in trouble, which was stupid, but knowing it was stupid didn't change how he felt.
“I can't remember,” he mumbled, looking down at his knees and not at Eddie.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Eddie swore. “Why? If you didn't want it, why didn't you say no?”
“I guess…I didn't feel like I could,” Steve said. His face was hot. He kind of wanted to cry, except Eddie was there, and he didn't want Eddie to see.
“Okay,” Eddie said. “Shit, okay.”
“Sorry.”
“Don't fucking—” Eddie pushed his hands back into his hair and yanked on it. When he spoke again he sounded calmer. “You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong.”
“Didn't I?” Steve said. He felt like he'd done a lot of things wrong. He'd made some pretty shitty assumptions about Eddie, for starters.
“No, man, you didn't. But I think maybe I owe you an apology.”
Steve had no idea what Eddie could possibly have to apologize for. He was chewing on a lock of his hair, which was gross and definitely going to give him split ends, but he spit it out and straightened up.
“I'm, uh, I'm really fucking sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't say no to me,” Eddie said, his eyes darting over Steve's face.
“You didn't,” Steve protested. Eddie had been sweet, really. And he hadn't even mentioned sex until Steve brought it up. This was all Steve's fault.
“Then why—”
“I forgot that I could!” Steve said, nearly yelling, and put his hands over his face when he saw Eddie's look of shock. This was it, he was going to die of mortification right here and now.
“Steve,” Eddie said softly. “Fuck. Do you, uh, do you want a hug?”
Steve nodded, and Eddie put his arms around him just like that, even though Steve was still all scrunched up with his knees to his chest. After a minute Steve uncurled enough to hug Eddie back. Eddie's shirt was soft against his face and his hair tickled Steve's neck.
“Sorry if I ruined everything,” Steve told him.
“You didn't ruin anything. We're good, okay? We had a misunderstanding and we sorted it out.”
“Do you still want to kiss me?” Steve asked, and Eddie's hands paused where they were stroking his back.
“Full disclosure? Yeah, I do. But I'm not gonna let it mess up our friendship, I'm gonna repress that shit so hard—”
Steve cut him off. “I like kissing,” he said.
“Oh!” Eddie said, and his arms tightened around Steve. “Okay, so maybe…maybe we skip the repression?”
Nico blinks, groggy, half his brain still deeply asleep, refusing to acknowledge the annoying order. The other half, the irritated, confused one, tells him to swat the bothering fly away, to shush the source of noise with a bat of his hand.
Nico does so, waves his arm behind him, tries to convey his message through his poorly articulated limb. Silence. Begone.
It is, alas, inefficient.
"Move." The intruder says again, more insistent. The miscreant even dares to nudge him, push him towards the other side of his bed. The empty one.
Unbelievable.
"Why ?" Nico grits out, seating up, cross-legged, to glare at unabashed Will Solace, crouched on his side of the bed, dressed in a light blue pajama with little suns. He is wearing whale slippers to match his nightly attire.
How cute ridiculous.
He taps, with insistence, next to him, on the part of the bed he has left untouched, the one Will could have used.
"It's empty." He hisses, not even having to squint at his unfazed boyfriend. The pester is glowing, softly, a warm light that pulses evenly, calmly.
Nico gestures with wide gestures where he's seating. "Not empty."
Then again to the left side of the bed. "Empty."
"You're sleeping on my side." Will says, throws out of the window his rational arguments with a shrug of his shoulders. He makes a shooing motion with his hands. "So scoot, I wanna sleep."
Nico cannot believe the audacity. The gall of this boy.
"You come here unannounced," He starts, shadows moving around the cabin, twisting under his incredulity. "in the middle of the night like a thief, and expects me to just move ?"
"You left the door unlocked." Will smiles, leans in, rest his elbows on the mattress, dipping it. "And yes. This is my side."
"It's my bed." Nico replies, breathless. In the dark, glowing, he can see every little detail of Will's face. It his horribly unfair that smugness suits him so well. It should not. For Nico's sake in dire situations like this, where he is compelled to pull him closer, bask in his warmth.
"It is." Will easily agrees, gives him this small victory, concedes this battle in order to win the war, and he hoists himself on the bed, right in front of Nico.
Leaving him no reprieve, he gets closer, rests his hands on Nico's knees, effectively turning them into jelly. They are warm, of course, like the sun casting down its light on a summer day. Soothing, heating his cool skin even across the thin fabric of his black jogging, the one he has elevated to pajama status a few days ago.
"But this is my side." Will whispers, unruly curls falling in front of his eyes, half-lidded from the late hour.
Nico blames his sleep-addled, and flustered mind, for not feeling Will's hands leave his knees to wrap around his waist, and push him aside, towards what is, apparently, his side of the bed.
"What." He mumbles drowsily, starring at Will who is now laughing quietly, mirth written all over his face.
Nico feels every ounce of tiredness leave his body.
"Now we can go to sleep- oomph" Will starts, but Nico swings a pillow in his face before he can finish, vindictive satisfaction blooming in his chest.
He is relentless, well determined to get revenge, and rains down his pillow of destruction and ruins on Will repeatedly, each one of his boyfriend's muffled laugh and plea to stop spurring him on.
"Nico- stop, I need- breathe... Nico." Will wheezes, drawing out his name, out of breath.
"This is all you deserve." He huffs, but doesn't bring down the pillow again.
Well...
"Miscreant." He mumbles, hitting him one last time, for his own personal satisfaction.
Thanks to Nico's administrations, Will's hair is now a complete mess. His curls are flying all directions, sticking up in the air, defying gravity. A smile, one Nico is also wearing, wide and toothy, graces his face, a breathless laugh still spilling past his lips.
He looks absolutely beautiful.
"You're starring." His boyfriend says, sounding a bit too prideful.
He is right, of course. But Nico raises the pillow menacingly anyways, making Will hold up his hands in mock surrender. It is at times like this he remembers that Will has younger siblings, and has never shied away from indulging them with ridiculous requests, such as pretending to look scared when threatened with a duvet pillow.
"Okay, okay, you were definitely not starring at me." Will snickers, plopping down on the bed, adjusting his own pillow under his head.
Right. It's nearly four am, if the digital clock on his bedside table is to be trusted. Since Harley did it, Nico is not entirely sure it should be. In fact, he shouldn't even keep it in his cabin, considering the young boy's deep love for making things explode. But this is will be something his future self will deal with, if he remembers.
"Sleep." Will says, voice already drifting off, but still bossy, even in the middle of the night. It is a far cry of how he acts when he is in his infirmary, his favorite stage for the dramatics he is so fond of. An endearing show, when they are not directed towards him.
"I was sleeping, before you woke me up with your absurd demands." He grumbles, for the sake of it. His short-lived adrenaline is gone, the sleepiness back .
whats up guys its mali and im back with more pjo headcanons
because i literally nEVER shut up
nico di angelo is bae and i would die for him
ok i know his hair is described as like shoulder length (i think idk) but we HAVE to consider nico with unbelievably long gorgeous hair i beg
estelle’s brother. no questions asked. i feel like nico and estelle would be a power duo to rival annabeth and thalia yeah i said it. percy says estelle cant have candy at night? nico sneaks a tootsie roll in her pillow case. nico helps her with her homework. nico fights her bullies. nico’s relationship with estelle is what a 10 y/o nico’s relationship could’ve been with percy. ykwim? wine aunts nico and reyna we have to consider this
ok as a sequel nico is really good with kids. idk why. no one knows why. kids love him.
will has the absolute WORST sense of style mankind has ever bore witness to and nico is an unintentional fashion icon. nico genuinely doesn't care that his bf looks like a bad teen beach movie adaptation though it's ok.
youre lying to yourself if you think nico di freaking angelo wouldnt love dinosaurs as a kid
this child was the bane of maria di angelo’s existence. i swear. imagine maria fighting for her LIFE trying to give 3 year old nico a bath just for nico to IMMEDIATELY run outside and fall face first in the mud. imagine nico stealing money from maria and accidentally giving the gelato man a hundred bucks, maria being none the wiser. if you've ever watched full house toddler nico is very michelle coded.
i know its canon that he likes marvel (thx will kayla and austin) but i think he would REALLY love batman. i mean c'mon, it's nico. it's batman. they're soulmates.
percy going into the redesigned cabin 13 for the first time have we considered his reaction?? “dang btch you live like this???” “what were you expecting” “idk weapons everywhere rock walls a waterfall for a door ig i was just picturing the batcave 🤷♀️🤷♀️”
I JUST REMEMBERED THAT NICO GOES TO PERSEPHONE’S GARDEN AND THAT ITS ONE OF HIS FAVORITE PLACES AND LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN.
nico is the modt sarcastic little gremlin to his dad (and everyone, but his dad especially). are uou seriously telling me he wouldn't annoy hades on purpose. let's be real here guys. nico prank calling his dad is the reason im alive.
“is your… refrigerator running?”
“nico do not fucking start with me i have a headache”
“oh yeah i'm listening to really cool rock metal cool music rn totally” (old italian music blasting from his headphones)
this kid has a guy for EVERY occasion. imagine rhe weirdest situation you could possibly be in, nico knows a guy. “ok where are we gonna find a tap dancing elephant??” “i know a guy”
when he eats ambrosia it tastes like the blue birthday cake he shared with percy im not ok
“so we’re all 16 and none of us knows how to drive??” “i can get us there” “nico you’re like 13 years old.” “and european?? hand me the keys”
ok so you can expect he has unbelievably beautiful penmanship because he was raised in 1930’s italy and you are so right. looking at his writing is like a blessing
im listening to a pearl by mitski rn and it reminds me of him im so sad
side note i think he would really like mitski
he seems like he would be afraid of clowns. don't ask about my thought process for this i just feel it ykwim
nico would get his shit ROCKED by a nerf gun
“wHY IS THE MICROWAVE SCREAMING AT ME” “nico that just means your food is done.”
i will NEVER shut up about nico di angelo’s accent. rolled r’s, hard i’s, speaking unbelievably fast and tripping over his words. italian!! “oh but mali, in house of hades the seven were surprised to learn nico was italian.'' first of all i love the seven but its rlly dumb of them not to notice nico was italian when his last name is DI ANGELO. second. a certain 11 year old nico trained himself out of his accent as a method for escapism, he wanted to flee his past and his family and his descent, and he wanted to fit in. of course he would hide his accent. his time at camp half blood (and ofc his quest with reyna, and jason’s acceptance of him) helped him start to embrace his heritage and past. when he started dating will, he ofc began to trust will more than anybody else. every so often, nico would let his guard down and let his accent slip. eventually, he started using it freely around everybody. i see this hc as a part of his growth and character development and even if it’s a small detail it means a lot to me.
he takes his curly hair routine VERY seriously
bushy eyebrows idk where this came fr9m just bear with me
nico uses disassociation as a coping mechanism a LOT. he’ll zone out at random for hours at a time and chb has a very strict rule about not bothering campers with ptsd when they’re disassociated unless necessary, so he’ll just sit at the dinner table for ages and when he comes back to reality it’s been like 3 hours.
“you came out of the blue like that. i never could've seen you coming, i think you're everything i wanted.” by gracie abrams except it’s nico realizing he likes will 🤷♀️🤷♀️
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