i like jason and i like reyna so them interacting would be great

Okay seriously I was happy for Jason and his whole character arc and deciding to choose his own destiny and he definitely didn’t “owe” Reyna a romantic relationship or anything but, as a friend, he at least owed her something like this. For knowing each other for four years, their almost non-existent interaction at the end of HoH really frustrated me.

Just doodling around on Paint Tool Sai on my old PC while I back up all my files on my current laptop. Forgot how nice the pen tool is, but MAN THESE COMPUTER TROUBLES NEED TO STOP.

i’m trying to make sense of my own thoughts and i still might change my mind but tbh the more i think about it the more absolutely convinced i become….if u wanna weigh in pls go ahead

but let’s just run with ISTP annabeth here:

Ti: annabeth does obviously like to look at the world in a way that is rational, and logical. she likes to understand what she’s doing. she is frustrated by concepts that are random and don’t employ a system of logic, if she cannot wrap her head around it she concludes it is nonsensical. annabeth likes knowing how things work, and is a bit of an inventor, or at the very least, a study-er of things that she finds fascinating. she has a catalogue of knowledge that she finds interesting, like random facts on the hoover dam or how the gateway arch was built. this knowledge doesn’t serve a practical purpose beyond satisfying annabeth’s own curiosity. annabeth is obviously very good at figuring out how things work, and how she can make them work. she gets frustrated with the quiz from the sphinx, because she does not care about measuring her knowledge by objective means, like a dumb standardized test. she would much rather deal with a riddle, which really makes her think. she’s a bit of an inventor, even a tinkerer, and spends a great deal of time pouring through dedalus’ laptop. she admires wisdom in people, aspires above all else to be wise and rational. she mentions in mark of athena that she has a tendency to get lost in her own head, theorizing about different concepts. at one point, frank, encourages her to pull back and tie her explanations of the chinese handcuffs back to something practical and useful. she’s a natural problem solver, and once she’s worked something out in her own head she’s not going to be swayed unless she gets concrete sensory information that contradicts her conclusion. annabeth is often convinced that her way is the best way, because her logic is internalized and makes sense within her own head. annabeth believes, deep down, that she could run the world the best, because her own standards of how reality should function are most important to her.

Se: annabeth is extremely hands on, and can be quite impulsive. she looks before she leaps, but she certainly does leap—often literally. she flies a helicopter because, well, how different can it be from an airplane? she has a bit of a freak out over reattaching the dragons head in the demigod files, but then she centers herself, gets hands on and interactive, and she fixes it. looks like our only way across is to take these monkey bars over tartarus—so let’s go! annabeth is known for her ability to think on her feet. she is extremely in-tune with her environment and very resourceful, and uses it to keep herself moving—when she breaks her ankle, she immediately gets to work taking stock of everything around her, what she’s got in her pack, how she can use it, find a source of water, right, make a makeshift cast—got it. she outwits the cult of ghosts by using the details from the room, both to identify that she could hit the wall in a specific spot and shatter the room, and also to instantly study the cult’s rituals and principles and using this “knowledge” that she picked up simply by observing the room to intimidate them. she has a strong artistic eye, and enjoys making aesthetically pleasing things. more than anything, annabeth is extremely physical and engaged—she’s incredibly skilled in combat, and can improvise with pretty much anything to fight with, she’s athletic and fit and doesn’t like to be on the sidelines. she can be easily provoked to anger and can react quite brashly, such as punching matt sloan in the face, challenging clarisse in capture the flag, or mouthing off to hera. her Se works in tune with her Ti to help her actually get things done in reality, but the downside is that she only works on projects that she personally has deemed to be the best way to solve the problem, and she’s pretty hopeless at getting things done on other people’s terms.

Ni: works in tune with her Se to formulate conclusions about people. her Ni notices archetypes in people, when she consciously puts her mind to it. she uses her sensing to pick up on clues about people’s body language and expressions, and then she abstracts the information: reyna is a stoic but lonely warrior girl, hazel has a sisterly bond with percy, octavian is scheming and untrustworthy. she also has a lifelong dream to be an architect and build a monument that will last the ages, though it takes a backburner to everything else going on. it’s in the back of her mind, and she checks back in with it when she gets the chance. but she lives much more in the moment. sometimes annabeth will get a sense that something is going on, but she’s not great at voicing it beforehand and is rarely convinced of her intuitions—”yeah, i had noticed that luke was acting weird, i guess.” “i think kronos might be stirring, but that would be crazy, right? i’m not going to say anything.” she jumps in front of a knife because she “had a feeling” (that’s some Se-Ni action there, alright). annabeth likes to go in with a plan, but her plans are not airtight and she’s okay with going “oh, fuck it” when what she planned on happening doesn’t happen. she does her best to plan ahead, but it’s much more natural for her to improvise with her Se. she uses her Ni to figure out the prophecy line about bob and damasen, and gets weepy and distraught when they don’t believe her. her Ni is most obvious with luke—she knows that kronos hasn’t fully taken him over, and she uses her Se to point it out: “you saw, his voice changed, he faltered”. when percy challenges her on this not being a satisfactory solution, annabeth falls back on her (currently unhealthy) Ni: i’m not changing my mind. she actually gets stuck in a Ti-Ni loop in the end of botl and tlo, where she tries to logically explain what’s really going on, but is ignoring her Se (which is contradicting her thought process). she becomes attached to and obsessed with this one solution of how she can save luke, stops doing anything else. it paralyzes her from acting to even save her friends—yeah i know like he said he was going to maul you to death with monsters, percy, but he didn’t really mean it and i could tell because i was reading between the lines, and i am going to sit here and argue with you about it, because i’m right! it drives a massive wedge between her and percy, makes her volatile and causes the other characters to coddle her (thalia doesn’t think she can actually even handle hearing real information about luke, neither does grover). her Ni can be inaccurate, and thus lends itself to bias, making herself an (occasionally) unhealthy Ni user—yeah yeah i KNOW it’s ridiculous not to trust jason, but sorry, i still don’t. he could still be a traitor, you know!

Fe: annabeth isn’t exactly a warm person, but she can turn it on when she really has to. it’s mentioned often that she is incredibly reserved with her emotions and it’s difficult to get her to open up. she prefers to do things rationally, and gets frustrated with herself when her feelings get in the way. much as she might really hate it, annabeth’s chink in her armor is her pride, though: she needs to be admired. she hates that, but her Fe will definitely rear its head and demand recognition for what she did. she’s not good at controlling it at all. when she does express herself, it’s usually in an outburst—she’s jealous and hurt by percy showing an interest in rachel, so she passive-aggressively takes it out on both of them. she gets moody and defensive when she’s hurt. her self expression usually comes out in the form of having a shouting match with someone. she runs from emotions that makes her uncomfortable, and forgets frequently to think about other people’s feelings. it takes effort for her to activate her Fe and engage with her emotional environment, and she is prone to taking people for granted. she doesn’t constructively deal with emotions, but rather bottles them up until she puts them on blast and takes them out on other people. sometimes she even falls into a grip (as seen a few times in botl, and in boo) where she loses the ability to think rationally and just wallows and feels persecuted and attacked and fancies herself a martyr. she can get quite whiny when she’s really pushed to her limits and her Fe comes out: “percy scared me! he shouldn’t have!” “how come rachel’s in manhattan, i’m jealous and crying about it! it’s not fair!” “it’s my fault, everything is my fault, look hermes blames me! this entire war is my fault” (i’m not actually saying that any of these responses aren’t acceptable or aren’t understandable given the circumstances, just that this is what baby Fe sounds like when it expresses itself)

Turn around

Also known as the punk!Au no one needed but I wrote anyway. Happy Percico weekend, and thanks @mother-of-jackson, I hope you enjoyed your story! 

(And in case anyone is wondering, yes, of course my punk Percy is Viria´s punk Percy. Just look at him. Hmmm.)

Nico shouldn’t be walking Mrs O'Leary this late, and he knew it.

“Always try to do it early” his father had said to him “As soon as the sun goes down, those delinquents start to gather around the parks like someone was handing alcohol or drugs for free”

Yeah, his dad was charming. But Nico was okay with enduring his dad’s bitterness towards the whole world because since his (adored) half-sister Hazel had moved out from Hades’ house  he only had to visit him in counted occasions. His mom said they had to keep in contact with their father.

Nico didn’t really care, truth be told. He liked his father, even if sometimes the man could be a little hard with his words and a bit boring in everything else. But this was the first time Bianca hadn’t come with him, and Nico and Hades had been forced to interact more than what they usually did. This break from awkward questions like ‘so… no boyfriend yet?’ was something he needed more than air, probably.

The relive of not having to answer questions about how pathetically he was handling his love life was worth a few minutes of casual punks looking at him mockingly, right?

Right. And if someone dared to approach him, he would just order Mrs O'Leary to attack, and done. She was so big she could just swallow the punk in question whole. Personal defense 101: own the biggest dog in the place.

But maybe -surely- his father had just exaggerated the situation. Nico wasn’t familiar with the night life of Long Island, but how bad could it be? Bianca and him had sometimes walked Mrs O'Leary pretty late too, and they had never had any problems. His father just generally hated humanity, specially the young part of humanity. Nico supposed that was why everyone found him kind of boring. No kids were allowed in Hades’ house, not even his own. The fact that Hazel had turned out to be such a beautiful ray of sunshine was beyond her two half-siblings.

Nico heard the gang before he saw them. In the park, just like his dad had told him, a big group of people were laughing, drinking, and generally hanging out around a bench. Nico eyed them curiously. They looked like the average punks who, unlike Jason and Reyna, wouldn’t have tried to convince Nico into not getting his tattoo on the back of his neck. Hell, the guy with brown hair, dirty t-shirt and teasing smile seemed like he would have probably told him to get it on his ass.

Mrs O'Leary found a nice spot for the most intimate part of her digestive process and Nico breathed out. They hadn’t seen him, and as soon as Mrs O'Leary was done he would turn around and call it a night. No need to anger his father.

He was taking the plastic bags out of his pocket when one of the punks  saw him. Well, not him.


Nico blushed bright red. Mrs O'Leary was big, and people noticed it -hard to miss, really, when she was huge enough to look like either a really big dog or just a smile tiger- but he had hoped the punks didn’t. The feeling of unease and small apprehension he had started to feel when one of the punks stood up and walked towards him vanished the moment he was able to look at his face. Because holy shit.

“Damn, what a cutie! Do you mind if I pet him?” The guy was already on his knees before he got an answer.

Nico’s mouth was very dry. Really dry. Holy shit.

“Uhm… s-sure but- I mean- it’s a she?”

“Oh, a she?” The punk started to pet Mrs O'Leary heavy head with both hands, and his voice high-pitched in that awful baby-talking way in which people talked to dogs, which Nico usually detested, but that right then sounded awfully endering “Well, but of course you are a she! The cutest girl in town, I might add! I’m a dumb ass! Such a beautiful lady! Who is a cute doggie? You! You are!”

By now the guy was almost hugging Mrs O'Leary, and Nico just had to point out that-

“Er, excuse me?”

The guy looked up at him for a second and Nico was once again unable to think. Those where the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

The dude didn’t look like he was going to speak any time soon, his face almost hidden in Mrs O'Leary’s furr and blue/green eyes staring at Nico’s face with a strange flash that was gone before Nico could identify it.

“If you… uhm… if you keep leaning into her to hug her you are gonna make both of you fall on her poop.”

Yeah, definitely a one-liner. Such ease. Such class. How come he was single again, with ice-breakers as smooth as that one?
His groan was not as internal as he had wanted it to be.

But apparently the guy found it funny that Nico was really bad at any human interaction that didn’t involved playing online MithoMagic or hanging out with his friends, because a sweet smile expanded over his face, making mohicano haircut, earrings and cut orange t-shirt look strange on him. And a second later the smile changed to a mischievous smirk as his eyes went from Nico’s face to the floor.

“Are you not going to pick it up?”


“You should do it. Basic civil behavior. We all walk these streets and all” the guy’s eyes were shining, expectant, and Nico suddenly knew what was going on. Oh dear. Was the guy…?

He bended over anyway, and picked up the remains of Mrs O'Leary dinner expertly. He had defeloped a pretty neat technic within the years. He tried to be fast, but his face felt even hotter than before because yes. The guy was staring at his ass quite openly, his lower lip caged between his teeth.

“Nice jeans”. His smirk did not say ‘jeans’.

Okay. Okay. He was definitely being flirt with. No false alarm here. Dark and handsome was flirting with him. Nico prayed to every deity he could think of. ‘Don’t let me fuck this up". The guy was standing up, and offered a hand to Nico, keeping the other one on Mrs O'Leary’s head.

“I’m Percy, by the way”

He could have told Nico his name was 'daily reminder that you are gay’ and he would have believed him, too.

“Nico.” He shaked Percy’s hand, and he felt his toes curling when the punk boy held it a little longer than what was strictly 'civil’. His breath caught in his throat when daring green eyes locked with his’.

This really shouldn’t be happening. Percy would only have a heavy make out with him -if they ever got that far- and then leave. Nico would more than probably never hear about him again. He didn’t enjoy those kinds of relationships, right?

Percy’s eyes were making him doubt himself a lot.

“Do you want to hang with us?” Percy pointed to his friends, all of then watching them both with amused smiles.


“Please? They are really great, I swear.”

Percy’s puppy face was strange. No one should be able to get away with a puppy face while rocking a mohicano haircut. No one.

“I really shouldn’t.” His father would be pissed. And he didn’t even know the guy. He could end up having his wallet stolen by the end of the night. Or he could end up raped. Or beaten up and raped.

But Percy had turned slightly towards Mrs O'Leary and was petting her with a dumb smile again, and hell, Nico was not made of stone.

“But I guess I do have an hour to spear” No he didn’t. His father would kill him if he was that late. But he was nineteen years old, and already in college, and damnit. If he wanted to be late, he could right? Bianca said he had to take more risks in his life. “Let me get ride of… this” The smelling bag went straight into the trashcan.

Percy’s smile could have blinded him. Maybe it already had. He celebrated Nico’s decision with enthusiasm and leaded the way. Mrs O'Leary stood up and followed him not caring about Nico’s opinion anyway.

“Traitor” He murmured to the dog “A few cuddles and look at you. Where is your pride.”

“Hey Perce, did you finally decided to introduce us?”

Nico ended up having way more fun than what he had expected. One hour turned into one and a half -although his phone had only vibrated once, so everything looked good by his standards- and Percy’s friends where surprisingly easy to like. Piper had looked between him and Percy knowingly a couple of times, but Percy hadn’t made any other move on him and while part of Nico was disappointed, everyone was so nice he didn’t really mind.

They talked about lots of things, and Mrs O'Leary ended up having everyone in the group in love with her. Even Annabeth, who wasn’t a very dog person or so she had claimed, seemed sad when he announced they should leave.

“C'mon man, stay for a little longer?” Leo begged with his arms around Mrs O'Leary’s neck. “Why can’t we keep both of you? I like you”

Nico smiled, and excused himself again. He really needed to get home, now.

“Okay then. Do you mind if I walk you home?” Percy offered with a small side smile.

Nico wouldn’t have been able to say no to that smile even if had wanted to.

They walked in silence for a long time. Every here and there one of them would ask a question or make a comment, and Nico couldn’t keep the smile away from his lips. They were about to reach Hades’ house and Nico joked about getting the 'do I need to meet the guy’ talk form his father. When he turned at Percy, teasing smirk still in his lips, he was staring at him.

Percy had shot him a few glances that had made his insides catch fire during the walk, but something about this very glare made his mouth as dry as when he had first seen his perfect face. He licked his lips on instinct, and Percy’s eyes followed his tongue like if they were in one of those drama TV shows Bianca loved. His heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he was been pressed against a wall, Mrs O'Leary’s leash falling from his fingers the instant Percy pressed their lips together.

There was nothing tender in the was the taller boy pressed his body against Nico’s, and there was nothing smooth in the way Nico pressed open Percy’s mouth, hands in his hair and nails caressing his skull. When Percy groaned, he chased the sound like a starving man.

He felt his back arched when cold hands held his hips in place and Percy’s mouth moved to his neck. This was hardly the first time Nico had kissed someone, nor would it be the first time he hooked up with someone if they ended up doing anything, but the way those lips worshipped his jaw, making their way down their neck made him claw at Percy’s arms. If he went a bit lower-

“Wait, is that a tattoo?”

Percy’s breath was ice cold against the now wet skin of his neck, and Nico had to gather all his strength to answer with anything but a moan.

“Yeah… got it a year ago. Eighteen and everything, you know”

“Can I see it?”

Nico only hesitated for a moment. His t-shirt fell to the floor and second later and Percy looked surprised.

“I-I didn’t… I wasn’t- we don’t need to do anything if you don’t… I was genuinely cur-”

Nico grabbed him from the front and pulled him in for another fierce kiss. Percy didn’t seem sure if he was allowed to touch Nico anymore, so he took his hands and guided them up his sides. When he broke the kiss, Percy was red and looked dizzy in the best sense of the word.

“The tattoo is on my back” Nico breathed as he rested his forehead against Percy’s “You only saw a bit of it. This way you’ll see it better”

He was about to turn around when he felt Percy holding his face in his hands. Confused, he looked at him. He had that same expression Nico hadn’t been able to identify in the park.

“You will come back, right? You are not just going to go back to your college and your friends and forget about me, are you, bright eyes?”

Nico heard his mouth fall open. Percy seemed to interpreted it as a 'of course I won’t come back’ because his hands lost a bit of conviction around his cheeks for a second before he snapped on a fake smug smile.

“But yeah, I’m also fine- more than fine, actually, with this been just some, you know- 'cause you are really hot-”



“If you don’t shut up and go back to kissing my neck right now I swear I’ll change my mind and never speak to you again.”

“Oh, that’s… Oh.”


(Six months later, Hades still refused to be formally introduced to Nico’s boyfriend, because 'no one with such a haircut would ever enter his house while he was still breathing and paying the bills’. Which was fine with Nico. Sally made some really awesome pancakes.)

Of ex-boyfriends and voodoo dolls

Hi! @hades-helm-of-darkness! It is I, your backup gifter for the @pjosecretsanta2016 since unfortunately, your original gifter had to back out of the project. So here I am. Ah, I had been thinking of creating a Christmas themed fic at first but then realizing that the celebration is way pass due, so, I opted for something else instead. Still hoping that you’ll like this little something I wrote for you. Sorry, this is a bit late too…

Also, Solangelo cause its the easiest for me to write.

Summary: There’s been a bit of a misunderstanding, really, because as far as Nico knows, he can’t curse people with voodoo dolls. Doesn’t matter now, he got a boyfriend out of it.

Will Solace is a good boyfriend, he was understanding, caring and yes, admittedly jealous on occasions but, all of those within a certain kind of basis. Will Solace is a good boyfriend. An ideal one. Probably far too good that his now ex-boyfriend had ended up getting bored and dumping him for someone else.

‘It’s not you, it’s me’

Cliche breakup line from the movies that Will never would have thought would be delivered to him. And he had started wondering, where had he gone all wrong?

“It’s been a month-

-and three days!”

“Not relevant, Leo” Rachel spoke before focusing her attention back to Will “As I was saying, it’s been far too long, Will. Give yourself a chance to heal and move on from that guy.”

“Not the easiest part, Rachel.”

“Whoever says it is?” Rachel countered “But, you’re not going to get somewhere if you don’t help yourself take that first step. Seriously, you’re way much more than this mopping, pathetic guy we barely recognize.”

“Fine” Will finally contemplate “But what do I do?”

“Why don’t we start by getting some revenge on a certain douche?” Lou Ellen closed the book she was reading, finally deciding in joining the current conversation “So, any of you ever heard of Nico di Angelo?”

Keep reading


this prompt is from anonymous and I would like to make a formal apology for beING A FUCKING IDIOT

the prompt was a school life au)

this is great because I am a piece of shojo trash that specializes in school life so


It was all so very stereotypical, really. I was the kid no one talked to who sat by the window in the back of the classroom, spending most of my days daydreaming. He was the new student who was like the bright afternoon sun; the type of guy who could blind you if you stare too long.

And I first saw him after I’d just been staring at the afternoon sun, blotches of color in my eyesight doing nothing to block his abnormally yellow hair and astonishingly bright smile. It was only a little disgusting. And I had made the mistake of making eye contact with him.

He immediately bounced over to my seat, thrusting out his hand, which was tan and speckled with freckles. “Hi, I’m Will.”

I stared at his hand until he dropped it back to his side. “Pleasure. I’m sure you’ll find that speaking with either Percy Jackson or Annabeth Chase will be more beneficial toward your social life,” I said, nodding over to the two most perfect people I knew of, who also happened to be the campus’ leading power couple.

“Would if I wanted to get to know you?”

Raising an eyebrow, I glanced back at the window, half wondering if this was one of my daydreams. “Then you’re making a mistake. Now, shoo.” Will looked dejected for about half a second, but then he was called over by Mr. Brunner. I turned back to the window, letting out a sigh.


“Weren’t you a bit harsh to the new kid, Nico?” Jason Grace, tied in male popularity with Percy, asked, leaning against the locker next to mine and crossing his arms.

“Aren’t you being a bit too nice to me? People will notice you talking to the anti-social emo kid, you know. Not good for publicity.”

“To hell with publicity, Nico. I heard what you said to Will, and it wasn’t nice. And it had traces of being self-deprecative.”

Slamming my locker shut, I turned away from him, heading to my next class. He followed next to me. “Studying to be a psychologist? Good job, I’m proud. Leave me alone.”

“Whether or not I’m going to be a psychologist is not the point. I think it’ll be good for you to be this guy’s friend.” The unbearably long pause that followed must have made him uncomfortable. “I’m just saying.”

“Sorry, I just found it ironic that we aren’t friends, and you’re practically begging me to befriend someone.”

“So let’s be friends.”

I sighed, stopping my walk in the hallway. “Is there any way I can stop you?” He shook his head, dislodging his glasses. My eye twitched. “Do whatever you want.” I had gone almost three years without conversing with my peers, and now two people in one day spoke to me because they actually wanted to. Must be a miracle.


“Can I be partners with, uh, the guy wearing black?” Will asked, pointing to me. Mr. Brunner raised his eyebrows, but started to scribble down our names.

“Wait, whoa. Who said I agreed with this?” The entire class turned their heads to look back at me, surprised to even hear my voice. I felt my ears start to burn, and suddenly I was very grateful that my hair was covering my probably bright red ears. “I-I’m just saying that I-”

“Does anyone else want to work with Mr. di Angelo?” I looked desperately at Jason, wondering if he was mad at me for being rude and if he’d be willing to step in. He just stared at me with a grin on his face. “Then, I’m sorry, Nico. I’m afraid I will no longer stand for you working alone for a partner project.”

“This is ridiculous, I didn’t agree-”

“Nico,” Mr. Brunner said, his voice taking on a tone of warning. I slumped back in my seat, biting the inside of my cheek. It was ridiculous for me to be so aggressive about this, but I really didn’t want any unnecessary interaction with some too-bright-to-look-at surfer who wanted to be my friend.

When Mr. Brunner let us go to meet up with our partners, I remained in my seat and stared out the window, trying to mentally prepare myself. “Hi,” said Will’s already too over-enthusiastic voice. He sat down next to me, and only then did I looked over at him, putting on my best sugary sweet and obviously fake smile.


“I know you didn’t want to work with me-”

“Still don’t.”

“-But I wanted to ask you a question.”

He looked at me expectantly. I organized the papers on my desk. When I looked back up at him, he was still staring at me expectantly. “Oh, you wanted me to say something in response.” I sighed, resting my chin in my hand. “Okay, Will, you can ask a question.”

“Is that cat okay?”

I blinked, feeling my long words and dark demeanor fall away. “How do you know about my cat?”

“Oh, you took it in. I’m glad.” He started to write something on his papers, but I snatched his pencil from his hands. “What?” he asked, looking personally offended.

“Rewind. How in the hell did you know I took in a stray cat?”

Will’s face turned a very bright and radiant shade of red. “I, uh, was walking home a week or so ago, and I saw a cat in the middle of the road. You got it before I did. And then I saw you when I transferred here, so I just wanted to make sure the cat was okay, and to, like, thank you for saving it.”

I shook my head, thinking back to when I saved Charlie. “Impossible, I… I would’ve recognized you.”

“You were facing away from me.”

“Then how-”

“You’re wearing the same jacket. And you have the same hair.” This is impossible, strange, and so many other adjectives I can’t think of at the moment. “Do you… Do you mind if I come over and see it?”

For a second, my brain went somewhere other than the cat, and I felt my ears turn red. “See what?!”

“The cat.”

“Right, yeah. Yes, you can see the cat.”


On the next Saturday morning after that, it was a bright and beautiful day outside, and I was sleeping. And then there was a knock on my bedroom door. I was slow to open my eyes, and when I did, I almost immediately had to close them because the sun that bounced off of Will’s impossibly yellow hair from my window was blinding.

“Why’re you in my room?”

“Your mom let me in.”

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “Reyna’s not my mom. She’s like an older sister. Did you really have to come so early?” I smoothed down my bed head as nicely as I could and glared at Will, who looked content at watching my wake up routine.

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Yeah. Early.” Will rolled his eyes, and for a second I forgot that I was trying to not like him. As the week had worn on, it had been increasingly difficult. “Well, Charlie’s probably sleeping somewhere, so… Get out of my room.”

“Such great hospitality.”

“Shut it, Solace.”


Charlie was, in fact, sleeping somewhere, and Will had immediately fallen to his knees to pet her. “She’s so precious, oh, my gosh.” He would be the type to say things like ‘precious’ and 'gosh.’

“She’s a cat.”

Reyna walked into the living room, narrowing her eyes at me. “Nico.” I sighed and walked over to her, already turning around. “You know what I said about your hair, and yet, you leave it down and messy. How does anyone ever see your face?”

“That’s kind of the point, Rey.”

“This kind boy seems like he not only enjoys looking at the cat, but also your face,” she whispered as she pulled back my hair into a small ponytail.

Will looked over at me and Reyna, a smile on his face because Charlie was now awake and rubbing on him. “Nico, she’s rubbing on me!”


“Why are your ears so red?”

Reyna chuckled as she walked away, fully aware of why my ears are red. “They get that way sometimes, shut up.”

“Why do that get that way?”

“None of your business.”

“Is it because you’re embarrassed?”

My ears felt like they were on fire, and it was even more embarrassing now that Will could see them. “No comment.”

Will furrowed his eyebrows, standing up and picking up Charlie. “Charlie wants to know why you’re embarrassed.”

“Charlie can shut up.”

“That wasn’t nice.” My eye twitched. Will and Charlie continued staring.

“You know what isn’t nice?” I asked, pulling out the hair tie and ruffling up my hair so that it covered my ears. “How stereotypical this is.”

It was still so very stereotypical, really. I’m still the kid who sits by the window and spends an immeasurable amount of time daydreaming. But now I have people to talk to, maybe I consider them friends, maybe I don’t. He was the type of guy that was so bright, you could go blind if you stared to long. And maybe I was okay with being blind, as long as he was okay with my long words and dark demeanor.

Maybe stereotypical wasn’t so bad.


I figured I might tone this one down because the next one I’m writing is not really going to be PG-rated. Ha.

I am absolute trash for stereotypical fanfics with too many coincidences and questions, and hopefully you are too lol

Thanks for the prompt!!!