Relationship Status: Single

I was driving, alright, alone. So I was talking to myself, like I always do. I was almost hit by this rabid cow and my brain goes "Yowza, that would've hurt" and then I thought about how I didn't curse and then I remembered how Aaron said "Such foul language. Only those without proper knowledge would resort to such" Ok, idr the exact thing but you get the point, so I was like, heheh. I didn't. And then I though of this:

And then I cried a little :)

It's a petition. Guys, sign up now. We're not taking no for answers

at this point, the show better already be greenlit for 5 seasons because any other decision is dam stupid and wrong.

It's 2:10 am and here I am with salt water dripping down my eyes :')

I really love how they are focusing on Annabeth’s view of transactional love, because it also strengthens her relationship with Percy. They don’t love each other yet, they don’t even consider each other friends yet, but Percy is willing to protect her in ways her mother- a literal goddess- does.

Not only this, they become friends, and later develop romantic feelings with each other, because Percy legitimately cares about Annabeth, not because she had to earn it. Because Percy is one of the few people, except for Grover, and MAYBE some of the seven, who loves her no matter what.

I do. I want something. I want to come along please. We can also get the people who we actually convinced and weren't gonna take him

Hey I’m going to go beat up the previous school counselor that tried to get Percy pulled out of his school before he even started over a fucking DRAWING and walking on a roof and convinced the principal that Percy was so mentally unwell that the best school in the state couldn’t help him, do y’all want anything?

Destined

1. Distress

****3rd Person P.O.V****

Nico felt somewhat empty as he walked towards Will Solace after clearing things up with Percy. He felt empty yet full, if that makes any sense. Both because of what he had just done. Empty because it was finally out and filled with fear of...........he couldn't pinpoint what, but it was still there.

Nico still loved him, that's for sure, even if he had just said otherwise. He didn't want things to be cleared up between them. He wanted to latch himself to even the slightest bit of hope left. But he was also scared; scared that he would be left with nothing if he put even a little bit more into the hope. And now he had already said that he didn't like him anymore.

His head was clouded with these thoughts, all the emotions overwhelming him as he moved with his head lowered, mind in a deep in conflict. This almost caused him to crash into Will who caught him by his shoulders, calling his name; snapping him out of the trance.

"Huh? What did you say?" the smaller of the two asked as a slight blush of embarrassment dusted his cheeks.

"I asked: what did you say, Nico? Percy seems to be frozen in shock, Annabeth is grinning wider than the cat from Alice In The Wonderland and you seem......exhausted." Will asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Nothing too important." Nico replied. 'Well, he is right. I am pretty exhausted'. He thought. "Okay, lets head to the infirmary to fulfill the 'doctor's order'." He said as he walked ahead, a tinge of sarcasm in his tone. He saw Will blush ever so slightly, making Nico smirk as he once again fixed his gaze at the ground.

A few minutes of walking got them to their destination, the infirmary. Nico stepped in as Will stood by the doorframe indicating the son of Hades to do so.

The infirmary was filled with people injured from the war. The young doctor pointed at a bed that had a glass of Nectar at the bedside table it with a straw sticking out, at least that's what Nico presumed the apple juice look-alike liquid to be; beckoning the skinny boy to go over and get some rest with a slight nod of his head.

The blonde then clutched a clipboard that lay on an unoccupied bed and made his way towards one of his siblings nodding as they discussed the condition of the patient lying unconscious in front of them in soft whispers. The guy talking to Will, Jerry, looked over at Nico and an impish grin spread across his face. He then whispered something to Will, making him turn a bright shade of red.

Nico wondered what could make the son of Apollo so flustered and not to mention just how adorable the golden haired boy looked. He shook his head to stop his thoughts right there, it was none of his business. Will glanced towards him and did a 'shoo' kind of motion with his free hand, a small smile gracing his slightly chapped lips with his tan cheeks still tinged with that reddish color; the action clearly telling him to go ahead and get some rest.

Nico obliged. He sat with his legs crossed on the bed, the glass now in his hands and the straw in his mouth. He wasn't exactly told to drink it, yeah, but he was dead tired. He never really liked Nectar or Ambrosia; he couldn't figure out what they tasted like, maybe that's why it isn't as effective on him as it is on others. He was told it was supposed taste like a comfort food that held great sentimental value to the consumer and with his memories not exactly there, he couldn't recall what it was. 'Just my luck' a sigh left his lips as he set the glass back on the table.

He plopped on the bed, his head burring in the linen pillow and inhaled a deep breath, the smell of disinfectant filling his nostrils. As soon as he closed his eyes all the anxiety came crashing down on him, causing him to inhale a sobbing breath through his quivering lips. The sound produced was minimal but still managed to catch a certain blue-eyed healer's attention.

Will looked over to Nico and tilted his head as if making sure he heard what he heard. When he saw the position the black-haired was at, he figured he might as well go and check in on him.

He softly patted Nico's shoulder to get his attention. He then tenderly grabbed the wrist of the boy who was now sitting, to check his pulse. He then peered into his dark eyes for any signs of sickness, drowning in them, eyes that reminded him of chocolate, soft and sweet.

'Just a little longer' Will stared. Nico blinked, making the taller of the two realize that he had been staring. Will turned away as he felt his face heating up while Nico didn't seem to comprehend what the matter was.

"Feel free to look for me if needed." He said in that gentle doctor tone of his and started to leave, just to stop after taking a few steps and looking back at the demigod who was at awe of how different he was with his patients, Nico remembered him yelling at Octavian not long ago. "Three days' rest, Nico, physical and mental, you need it."

Those words caught Nico by surprise and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Sure" was all he said before laying back down on the bed. He once again closed his eyes, this time inhaling a deep breath to get ready for drifting off into the realm of Morpheus.

Nico was free-falling; falling into what seemed an abyss of eternal darkness that sucked all the light. 'Ughh.... Not this again!' He thought, clutching his sides and shutting his eyes tight. The air rushed past him as he fell with impossible speed, making it hard for him to breathe. The never ending cycle had begun yet again; he had been having the same nightmares ever since he fell there; he had different dreams too. Well, not exactly dreams, but yeah.

Nico curled up in a ball as he continued to fall down, entirely helpless. But this time something changed. Just as his curled up body was about to hit the red surface of Tartarus he slowed, the air rushing calmer than before. He opened his eyes and peeked from between his knees to see the ground shuffle and churn until it was no longer red but yellow. 'Okay, that's new.' This change confused him, causing him to let go of his knees that he had hugged oh-so-tightly and straighten his body so that his feet gently touched the soft ground.

'Sand, land covered by sand.' Cold sensations ran from his pale cheeks and all over his exposed skin as he felt tiny droplets of water hit him. Nico, surprised by the sudden feeling jolted his head up to take in his surroundings. He was not wrong; the ground indeed was cored with sand as waves crashed on the shore not too far from him. 'A beach?'

The blue sky was turning more and more orange with each passing minute as the sun set over the horizon. The beach seemed decorated for some sort of occasion; seats lined up, occupied by his "friends", fairy lights intertwined on poles and an aisle decorated with baby blue and grey theme; it was all breathtaking.

'A wedding! A wedding........?'. Nico froze as his gaze wandered over to the groom. Inhaling a sharp breath he locked eyes with the groom, with his perfect windblown ebony hair and slightly teary sea green eyes. He wore a white three-piece suit accompanied with a sky blue bow tie, smiling and holding out his hand. Nico's heart sped up to a million miles per second as his own eyes started to well up.

Nico stood in a frozen daze for a few seconds; recovering only when a single tear slipped out of Percy's eyes and rolled down his tan cheek only to be wiped by the son of Poseidon. Nico took a step forward, the groom still looking his direction expectantly. That's when it hit him: Percy was looking his direction, yes, but not at him.

The raven haired boy turned around just to find Annabeth adorned in a white fishtail wedding gown that flowed behind her and on the carpet that was laid. The gown had boat neckline with sleeves that ran all the way to her palms where she held a rather full bouquet that consisted only of blue flowers. Hydrangea, Forget me or not's and Blue carnations just to name a few.

The girl's golden locks were done in a neat crown braid with a few strands out to perfectly frame her face. A beautiful silver locket rested on the middle her chest, just above where the gown started. The pendant was a cute-little owl, its eyes embedded with two bright sapphires and matching earrings to top it off. She looked gorgeous.

Nico's heart painfully contracted.' Obviously,' he chided himself as he scrambled out of the way with clumsy steps. 'What was I expecting, Percy to marry me? Who was I kidding?' He watched as Annabeth walked past him, towards the son of Poseidon who took her hand in his with a face dripping of love as she climbed up the steps. Nico daren't move a muscle as he watched as the 'couple of the day' smiling at each other with the purest expressions of utter adoration.

His eyes stung as his small frame began to shake. The vows were now being said. His knees were giving out and he stumbled; tears made their way down his cheeks as he heard the boy who he loved vow himself to someone else for the rest of their lives.

Nico crashed onto the ground, head held in hands, uncontrollable sobs racking his hunched body. Between his sobs he heard the priest say "Now the groom may kiss the bride." His head shot up involuntarily. His vision was blurred but he could still make out their silhouettes leaning in to kiss as the crowd cheered them on with claps.

He felt immense pain spread through his chest and all over his body as he tried to breath. His head feltlike exploding as he yelled in pain and blacked out.

His eyes shot open as he himself shot up and in a sitting position. He was sitting on one of the infirmary beds, his cheeks tear-stained and hair sticking out from different places. Someone rushed to Nico's side and sat beside him. They put their hands around his shoulders; making him flinch hard.

The person withdrew nervously. Nico looked at their direction; the silhouette looked like a male's. He couldn't tell who it was though, it was too dark and the tears that blurred his sight didn't help either. The only thing he could take in were the blonde hair that shone golden with the little moonlight that filtered through the windows hitting them. "It's just a nightmare, it's not real." Will said in a soothing voice.

"It's okay." He reassured Nico, putting his arms on his shoulders once again; this time much more cautious and slower, giving the boy time to protest if his touch was unwelcome. But this time around, Nico welcomed the comfort that the warm hand radiated.

"Let it all out. It's good to cry it out when you are in pain." Nico couldn't see him but he heard a weird emotion in his voice. 'Worry?', he thought as realization struck him. "You wanna talk about it?"

That question made him wince and shake his head in denial, still trying to calm his breathing down. "Hey....It's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to." He said, patting his back. Nico buried his face in his slightly calloused hands as the son of Apollo sat there, comforting him with gentle pats on his back and soothing words.

After about half an hour of sobbing and sniffling, Nico finally calmed down. He decided to rest his eyes as they stung. Too tired to open them again, he kept them closed. Will peered over at the boy's face to find his beautiful chocolate eyes hidden behind pale eyelids. He let out a sigh as laid him down.

Will Solace sat there, staring at the now-peaceful face of Nico Di Angelo. "How am I gonna hold back if you lay so unguarded and vulnerable in front of me?" He whispered as he brushed a stray tear off of one pale cheek and brushing the hair that had now fallen to cover the small boy's eyes to leave lingering kiss on his forehead.

With another sigh leaving his lips, he stood up and walked away. Little did he know that Nico was awake and had heard and felt everything Will had said and done. The son of Hades lay there; his eyes wide open, the exhaustion no longer a bother; face a deep crimson.

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Hope you like it!!

“They say an overthinker's soul is twice as heavy because it's full of revised conversations, alternative conclusions, never spoken sentences, not shared feelings, and a lifetime of regrets.”

is this anything

I’ve just started reading The Lost Hero and I’m crying at how many times Percy, Hero of The Second Titan War is referred to as “Percy Jackson: Annabeth’s boyfriend” it’s reminding me of this picture.

Lol ikr. Like, babe, what do you think motivates me to keep trying?

I hate that on shifttok they keep saying you need to be happy with this reality before you can shift. Like, no.

Am I being selfish and vain and useless and over dramatic if I can't forgive my mother for making me hate me and making ms realize just how meaningless life is? I mean, she obviously didn't mean to. I think she's trying to make us closer to each other. My dad is too. But suddenly having them just feels like they're here to hurt me again. It just feels like as they're trying to get inside the walls, that they're here to hunt again. And I know they're not. They're really trying. I see that. But. Idk. I think I really hate them for not being there for me and for making me feel like I didn't deserve the air I breathed, that it would be so good if I died because then no resources wasted. But they're trying to make it better. I think. So I should just feel greatful, right? I shouldn't feel like they owe an apology, right? Idk wtf to do. Is my feeling this way allowed? Is it valid? Is it OK?