Hobie Brown Is The Type Of Guy To Say "that's So Punk, Babe." Whenever You Do Anything.

Hobie brown is the type of guy to say "that's so punk, babe." Whenever you do anything.

Leaving the house in pajama pants cause you don't care what the people in the Corner store think anymore? Punk.

Helping one of your friends study for an exam? Punk.

Saying fuck it and skipping a class because the professor is a ass? Punk.

N' if you're a guy and paint your nails or wear skirts? "So punk, darlin'"

Maybe its his way of tellin' you hes proud. Or maybe he just thinks it's fun to say. Who knows? But he loves the way you roll your eyes and smile every time he does it.

I wanna take those Japanese pocky sticks and boil them in water so I can slurp them up like spaghetti

Pain of Losing him (Pt. 2)

Pt. 1 here ↑

happy Easter haha have some shit I wrote last night at like 4am yw yw

this is gonna be a bit out of wack with the actual book (botl) because I'm not re-reading it for a fanfiction

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I went out to look for him before anyone else. That same night. No luck. 

I could only do so much, plus, now with the discovery of my father, I was required to move into the empty Hades cabin. I brought Nico’s backpack too, just in case. 

For the next while, I was separated. Annabeth, Percy, and Grover were the only ones who didn’t seem to fear me. Maybe because they met my father. Maybe because they already knew me.  

Then, there was the labyrinth. 

I got separated, But I made my way out. Slowly. It felt like weeks, and when I finally emerged, I was on a beach. 

It stretched out long and It was dirty. Soda bottles were tied in the waves, and it made me think of grover. Oh gods, they probably thought I was dead. The thought made me sick, part of me wondered if they made it out of the labyrinth. I didn’t give it too much though, Percy Jackson could survive anything. So, I stood on the beach, an old band tee-shirt clung to my body, ripped from the terrors of the labyrinth, and I wondered what now. Where am I? How do I get to camp? Did they complete the quest without me? My thoughts were soon interrupted. 

I saw him from the corner of my eye. From behind me, from the same exit I came from, emerged Luke Castellan. Fear shot through my body like a snake through tall grass, and I froze. I wanted to run. But there he was nowhere to go. The beach stretched for miles. I turned to face him. 

“Who are you?” He said, but his face showed a vague recognition. And I remembered. Duh- you don’t even look like his girlfriend anymore- he might think i look familiar but.. Nothing like I used too. 

I weighed my options, but the situation was too overwhelming, I just stood and looked at him. 

“Are you dumb? Who..” He trailed off, “I know you.” 

“..No, you don’t.” Wow, great cover story. I could barely think of anything else as he approached me. I backed away, but he was walking too fast. After a week(?) in the labyrinth, I couldn’t run if I tried. 

“Yeah.. Yeah I do.” He said, he was about a foot away from me, looming over me like a statue. I’m not sure how exactly he realized, but his face fell and his eyes grew hard. Maybe it was the sprinkle of freckles that covered my nose and face, or maybe it was my eyes, the point is, he knew me. “..Y/N?” 

“Luke.” I spit it at him. I had barely said his name since he left. It felt new on my lips, but so, so familiar. 

I think it took him a moment. His hand went to my hair, so much shorter. He ignored the way I flinched away from his touch. Then he looked down at me. My body was different. Yes, my chest was binded, but I wasn’t as scrawny. I had built some strength over these years, from quests and training. Eventually, his eyes landed on my face. The hardness I had learned from camp without him showed. 

I’m not sure what exactly came over me (or him) but I hugged him. My arms wrapped around his torso and I buried my head in his neck. I was exhausted. And he felt like home. His arms wrapped around me too. 

“I’m so sorry I left, angel.”  He muttered into my hair, and all the progress was gone. Any hopes I had of getting over Luke Castellan were diminished. I hated myself for it, but after everything, gods, he was just what I needed. It took me a few minutes to realize I was crying. I’m not sure why, there could be a multitude of reasons. 

I’m not sure how long we stood like that. It could've been forever. Then his voice cut through my mind and I remembered why it couldn’t beforever. 

“You can still come with me.” 

“We both know I can’t.” 

“You could, what about your dad? Don’t you want to find out who he is? Don’t you want to..to get back at him for abandoning you?” 

“..I know who my dad is, Luke.” 

“What? Who?”

“..Hades.”

Okay so im working on a hobie brown oneshot right now.. thoughts?

"By the end of the it, he was convinced you were some kind of angel. 

He didn't even believe in that kind of thing, he never did. But there wasn't any chance that someone as perfect as you was human. 

(He didn't believe in perfection either)"

What if we have the pjo books bc/ Sally wrote them after hearing Percy's stories so that other half bloods could read them before going to camp/knowing their half bloods.

She talked to Percy and he co-wrote them. For heroes of Olympus she talked to the 7 too.

She had Rick (chiron) publish them for her because it's harder to be a women in the industry.

They're like how the mythomagic cards were in the show.

Satars go to human schools and pretend to be hyperfixated on Percy Jackson to get possible half bloods to read them.

Hobie brown is the typa guys to invite you over and put on some song youve never heard and when you ask what song he'd go, "oh its some underground band i found"

And he'd tell you the song name and when you look it up it's some 23(?) year old dude who goes by 'woablalaba ding dong' who released one song like 6 years ago and then never put out anything ever again

And you'd be like 'hey hobs, uh, how tf did you find this guy' and he'd just shrug and not ever mention them again