#Solangelo brain rot guys I’m sorry
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Solangelo is so funny because
Nico is like “he’s stunning, he’s gorgeous, he’s golden…” while clutching his heart and wiping eyeliner streaks from his face
And Will is just like “you’re cute. I like your face”
#Solangelo brain rot guys I’m sorry#dont look at my likes it’s just them rn ����#Solangelo#tsats#the sun and the star#this is biblically accurate btw#going back to my middle school obsession mb#Lgbtq#Nico di Angelo x Will Solace#percy jackson series
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Not The Typical Way You Meet a Soulmate Chapter Two (Solangelo)
Over the years, Nico had become best friends with Gatorade, Pedialyte, and Ibuprofen, especially after nights like last. Nico used these like shields against his hangovers, but every so often he'd find himself in a drought of Gatorade, or maybe he would get too drunk to remember to hydrate himself. Either way, he always had to face the headache of a hangover once in a while; it was the price he had to pay for his fun.
He regained consciousness on his twin size mattress, with a dim and blurry recollection of the night before. Highlighted in his memory, however, remained Will's impression, his blonde locks, and careful blue eyes. The image made Nico's stomach do flips, but then again, that could just be his hangover.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he became acutely aware of the piercing pain through his skull, the shakes that came in waves from his core, and the faint sense of nausea rising from his throat. He still wore last night's clothes, which now hung awkwardly off his frame; too tight in all the wrong areas and too loose in others.
He felt like shit.
The more awake he was, the more conscious he grew, the grosser he felt. Wrapping an arm around himself, he pretended to be anywhere but the present, wishing he was somewhere other than his besides his shoddy apartment, but the hammering pain in his head made it hard to focus. He ended up closing his eyes and wishing, praying, he could go back to sleep.
Maybe Nico enjoyed the drunken buzz he'd get at parties, but he never came to welcome the pounding hangover that followed. He never learned to embrace the feeling of a twisted gut or headaches like sledgehammers in his skull.
Unfortunately for Nico, last night's wrath didn't stop with a hangover, he wasn't that lucky. Last night's vengeance was about to enter for round two through the door of Nico's room, in the form of a very unhappy Hazel Levesque.
The door flew open, slamming against the wall behind it.
"Nico!" She shouted, "What the fuck man?"
Well, shit. She's mad about something.
Nico rubbed a sleepy eye awake, "Hazel... Please be quiet. My head hurts," He groaned.
"It's because you're hungover, isn't it?" She accused, "Whatever, that doesn't even matter right now. You got in a fight with someone at the party last night?"
"Who told you?" Nico asked, coercing himself to raise up.
"My friend who hosted the damn party, dipshit!"
"Hazel, I didn't even touch the dude. I would hardly call it a fight. Could you please leave me alone?"
"My friend has a hole in his drywall now! You can't keep starting shit at parties or pissing off people, or getting so drunk you can't remember what happened."
"I remember last night. I didn't blackout," Nico reasoned.
"That's a first. How long has it been since that last happened?" Hazel chided, pinching the bridge of her nose "Actually, no. Don't answer that. I'm gonna be late for class. I'll talk to you when I get home."
She spun out of the room and gathered her things. Before leaving, she called to him from the front door.
"I'm still mad at you still, but I love you!" Her tone was detesting, but Nico could appreciate the sentiment. He laid back, boring holes into the ceiling until his interest became fatigued.
After the ceiling had lost its appeal, he decided that maybe it was time to face the day. He rolled over to check his phone, stretching to reach it where it lay charging.
A text from Will was left in his notifications.
Will: Glad you made it home okay :)
Nico couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face. He began to type out a response.
Nico: hey i just wanted to say thanks for walking me home last night
Nico: oh and also for not letting my shit get kicked in by a lacrosse player who was a foot taller than me
Will: Lol it was no problem, just returning the favor
Will: How's ur day been so far?
Nico: i mean i just woke up hungover, so not all that great :/
Will: I'm sorry to hear that dude! You know, they say a good breakfast is the best hangover cure
Nico: well thats unfortunate, all i have at my house for breakfast is pop tarts
Will: Are you serious?
Will: Let me take you to breakfast, I'll buy
Will: Call it the final pay back for everything that you did for me yesterday
Nico: i thought walking me home yesterday was payback? not saying im gonna refuse a free breakfast tho
Will: Walking you home was for the party, breakfast can be for the groceries
Nico: will you don't have to do that
Will: I know! I just wanted to show my appreciation :)
Will: There's a cafe I was thinking of. It's usually pretty quiet, and won't be too noisy. I can send you the address and meet you there in 35 minutes?
Nico: alright, see you there
Nico peeled himself from the hold of his twin-sized mattress. He shuffled to a pile of clothes that resided on the floor, scouring for something that wasn't yesterday's clothes to wear. He slipped on a sweatshirt and pulled the hood on; it was a hood-up kind of day. Before he left he swiped a pair of sunglasses laying on his nightstand, his last hope to buffer his headache from the sober world.
He came to find that it didn't help much.
His groggy walk brought him to the cafe doors earlier than he had anticipated, leaving him to anticipate Will's arrival. He stood idly at the cafe entrance with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his shoulders hunched. His head still pounded, and the talking of strangers passing by became sirens in his head. He had to remind himself this was all worth it for free breakfast.
Just before his waiting turned to worry, Will approached from down the street. The grasp around Nico's anxious heart subsided as he saw the familiar face.
"How are things going man!" He asked as he pulled the cafe door open with his good arm.
Nico couldn't ignore the headache piercing his skull, "Things could be better," he shrugged.
"Hey, once we get a little bit of breakfast, I'm sure things will get much better."
The inside of the cafe treated Nico's hangover much better than the outside had. The cool air and quiet atmosphere were exactly what he needed that morning. He silently thanked Will for being kind of a genius.
As soon as the two settled into their seats, Nico let his head lay on the table. Will gave him a sympathetic smile.
"That bad, huh?" He asked. Nico only nodded in response.
"Let me order for you. I know exactly what will help you out, dude."
"I will do anything, as long as it gets rid of this headache," Nico groaned as he propped himself up, resting his head on his hands, "Thanks for offering me breakfast."
"Thanks for carrying my groceries for me," Will grinned.
Before long, a waitress sauntered over, placing a pitcher of ice water and two cheap plastic cups in front of the two. She asked for their orders, of which Will ordered for the two of them.
Nico tuned their conversation out, getting lost in the scene outside their window. He watched the cars pass by, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses.
Will pushed a cup of water towards him to reel him back into the present.
"You need to rehydrate," he prompted. Nico did as he was told, and took small sips from the cup.
"How's your day been so far?" Nico asked.
"Pretty good. Though, I feel bad saying that to your face," Will joked. Nico shot him a look Will could see even through the dark glasses.
Will chuckled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He put his hands up in defeat.
"How was the rest of the party?" Nico asked.
"Honestly? I didn't stay much longer after you went home. I checked in with my friends to make sure they were fine then called it a night. Guess it was just kinda boring without you there, starting fights and all."
Nico covered his face with his hands, "God, don't remind me about that," he grumbled.
"What? I thought it was sweet," Will responded.
"Yeah, I don't know," Nico started, "Drunk me thought I was doing something great, but my sister totally chewed me out for it this morning."
"Why?"
"I guess she's friends with the guy who hosted the party... And he's not too thrilled to have a hole in his wall, which could technically be my fault? I don't know," He explained.
"Oh, does your sister go to school?" Will asked.
"Yeah, she's a freshman, studies early education."
"Oh, that's cool," Will engaged. Then his eyebrows furrowed, and his expression became confused, "Can I ask a question?"
"That depends. What's the question?" Nico's tone was apprehensive.
"How come you don't go to school?"
Before Nico had the chance to respond, the waitress had returned and plates were being unloaded on the table in front of him. He looked down at the mystery meal Will had ordered for him.
"What the fuck is this?" Nico exclaimed, "Is this spinach in my breakfast?"
"Oh my god," Will rolled his eyes, "You know, everything on that plate is what they recommend you eat to get rid of a hangover."
"Okay, you know what? Fine. I'll eat your weird healthy breakfast, only because it's gonna make me not feel like my brain is trying to rot inside my skull."
He grabbed at a fork and stabbed his omelette with it, and took a bite.
"Oh shit," He spoke behind a mouthful of food.
"What?" Will gave a concerned look, glancing up from his own breakfast.
"This is actually really good," Nico admitted why a shy smile.
"See? It's not that bad. And it's good for you."
"Will," Nico began, "I want you to look at me in the eyes, and recall everything you know about me, which, granted, isn't a lot," He paused to take another bite of food, "And ask yourself if I really seem like the type of person who cares about which foods are good for me or not."
Will raised his eyebrows. For a second, Nico thought he had offended him, but Will erupted into that contagious laughter of his. Nico joined in, giving in to the pull of the laughter.
Will shook his head, his chuckles slowing to a stop, "Man, I guess you're right."
Will looked at Nico and smiled. Nico glanced back, if only for a second, and reciprocated the grin.
Then he felt the phone in his pocket buzzing. He reached down into his pocket and gave a quick 'sorry give me a second' to Will before answering.
"Hello?"
"Nico! Are you gonna show up for your shift? I've told you before man, you gotta give me notice if you're gonna be late."
Shit.
It was his manager.
"I wasn't on the schedule for today, I thought," Nico defended. Will looked up from his plate and gave a concerned look.
"Should have double-checked, I needed you here thirty minutes ago."
Shiiiiiit.
"Okay. I'll be there as soon as possible,"
"How long is that going to be?" His manager's voice rang through the phone.
"I don't know... I'm not at home right now, and I'm walking so... It could be twenty-five minutes. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I had a shift today."
"Do whatever you can to get here, I need your ass down here now. We're having a rush and we're understaffed."
"Right, okay. See you in a few," Nico responded, and ended the call.
"Do you gotta go?" Will asked, disappointment hidden in his tone.
Nico pursed his lips, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea I was on the schedule, but I gotta go now or I am so fucking fired."
"Do you need a ride?"
"Will, no, I can't ask you to do that. You're already paying for my meal," Nico explained.
"Nico, it's totally fine! I don't mind at all," Will insured, "I picked up my car from the shop yesterday, so we're good to go!"
Nico's brows furrowed while he contemplated the offer. After a moment, he agreed.
"I'm only accepting because I needed to be there, like, 30 minutes ago," Nico said, as he began to pack his things and leave. Will left a pile of cash that would cover the bill plus tip, and the two hurried out of the restaurant, and towards Will's beat up SUV.
When Nico walked through the back door of his restaurant job, he was met with several pissed coworkers and his manager.
"He finally shows up!" his coworker, Jason, exclaimed.
"About fuckin' time!" another employee called out. Nico ignored his coworkers teasing, and snatched his uniform from his locker, and threw it on, trying to smooth the wrinkles out while tugging on the sleeve. He clocked in, and rushed to the front of the house, to take his position.
As he sped to his spot, he bumped into his manager, whose only words were a muttered 'glad you could make it.' Nico gave a shy smile and grabbed a handful of menus before settling at his stand.
Working at a five-star restaurant was kind of like maintaining a well oiled machine -- if well oiled machines could be a dysfunctional team that somehow maintained the image of perfection on the surface. It was a stressful job, but it paid decently, all things considered, and sometimes Nico even liked his coworkers. In the very least, they were usually tolerable.
But today, Nico was up against the edge, still half hungover, and in the middle of a rush, he wished he could still be enjoying Will's company. Something about Will made his heart feel still.
Despite his longing to be elsewhere, Nico was, unfortunately, stuck at his job, taking the orders of people who didn't know mediocre, overpriced food if it hit them in the face. His least favorite part of the job was the customers, but then again, Nico was fairly sure if you asked any food service worker, they would say the same thing.
This rang especially true today. He was getting a headache (And no, it wasn't just the remnant of his hangover) listening to an older woman complain about her food. He had tried to tune her out maybe five minutes into the lecture about why her food sucked, and why she deserved a refund with a complimentary meal, but he could still hear the echo of her nasally voice through his dissociative state. After the lady finished her spiel, Nico resumed his customer service voice and assured her she would be satisfied with a new meal, per company policy, and left the table.
He walked into the kitchen, ready to announce that he was going on break when his coworker slammed into him. Now, if his coworker had been empty handed, maybe everything would have been fine. But she wasn't, instead, she had been carrying out a meal, which was now plastered all over Nico's white, formal uniform.
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" She exclaimed. Nico could feel the frustration and annoyance bubbling in his chest, rising up his throat. He shut his eyes, and inhaled, reopening his eyes as he exhaled.
"I am going on break," He spoke in monotone, attempting to disguise any anger in his voice. He dragged himself out back, and slumped onto a crate to sit on. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
Today's shift fucking sucked.
He pulled out his phone. In his notifications was a text from Will. The anger and frustration that held Nico's heart began to loosen its grasp.
Will: How's work? Hope you haven't been fired yet lol
Nico: not fired yet, just got angry looks from my coworkers for being 40 minutes late during a rush
Nico: maybe it's deserved though, it'd be pretty mad if i were them
Will: I mean, in your defense you didn't know about your shift, and you seemed like you genuinely felt bad so I wouldn't beat yourself up too badly :)
Nico: thanks, haha
Will: Quick question, do you have a ride home?
Nico: no i usually just walk home
Will: Do you want a ride? I'd feel bad if I just dropped you off with no way to get back home
Nico: you can't keep doing favors for me like this
Nico: I get off late anyway, you probably wouldn't want to drive around by the time I get off
Will: What time is your shift over?
Nico: uh
Nico: seven
Will: That's not even late
Nico: i don't need a ride, i'll be fine, i promise
Nico: thanks for the offer tho
Will: I will take it as a personal offense if you don't accept this offer, Nico
Nico: dont tell me that
Nico: like seriously though, i can't let you do this
Will: I feel bad just dropping you off like that!
Nico: i walk home all the time, its okay! i promise
Will: How often do you walk home hungover?
Nico: i mean, im not even hungover anymore so
Nico: but now that you've offered, it would be nice not to walk home for once
Nico: im only agreeing because you're practically begging me at this point
Will: I'll be waiting out back at 6:50 ;)
Nico shook his head and smiled, replacing the phone in his pocket.
As he smiled to himself, the back door swung open. Jason peered his head from around the door. He gave Nico a funny look.
"I don't think I've seen you smile before," He paused to think, "Ever."
"Oh, come on," Nico protested, "That's not fair."
"What's got you so happy? Surely not work, not after the shift you're having," Jason commented.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Nico taunted Jason.
"Don't be like that," Jason chastised, "Anyhow, boss wanted me to tell you that he wants you back inside, it's starting to get busy again."
"Tell him I'll be back out there in five minutes. Also, do you have a spare shirt I can borrow?" Nico asked, gesturing down to the mess that was now staining his shirt.
"I was just about to offer you my spare shirt. It's in my locker, let me go get it," Jason replied, holding the door open for Nico. He followed Jason inside as the heavy door slammed behind the two.
The rest of Nico's shift didn't improve by much, but at least he had something to look forward to. By the end of his shift, he never felt so welcomed by his hoodie and casual clothes, that hung loosely off his frame rather than the suffocating hug his work uniform gave him.
Clocking out was the best part of his day.
He walked out back, shoving the door out of the way and giving a curt goodbye to his coworkers. Will's car idled in the back alley behind the restaurant, awaiting his arrival. Will waved when he saw Nico emerge from the building.
"Hey, Nico!" Will exclaimed as Nico pulled the car door open.
"Hey Will," Nico started, "Thanks again for picking me up. I know I resisted at first, but like, I'm actually so glad I agreed. Would have been pissed if I were walking home right now."
"Man I don't know how you do it, walking every day" Will agreed.
"I mean you get used to it, but after some shifts I definitely wish I knew how to drive."
"So what, you never learned?"
"I mean, I never really felt the need to? Like some days I'm like 'yeah a car would be nice,' but most days I'm perfectly fine without."
"Have you ever thought about learning?" Will asked, glancing at Nico from the side of his eye as he drove.
"I don't know... I've always told myself I'd learn at some point, but I keep putting it off. Why?"
"I could teach you now, if you'd like," Will gave Nico a smile that meant trouble.
"What? No, Will, I'll total your car."
"It'll be fun! There's an empty parking lot we'll pass on the way back to your place, we can stop there and I can just show you the basics."
"What if I hit something?"
"Nico, dude, this car is worth at very most a total of 500 dollars. I wouldn't be ruined if this thing suffered a few bumps. It's the perfect car to learn in, you can't do any more damage to it than it has already suffered."
"I mean, I guess I don't have anything else going on tonight..." Nico gave a hesitant response.
"It'll be fun, I promise!" Will said as he flicked his turning signal and pulled into the empty lot. He put the car in park and opened the door.
"Okay, switch places with me," He prompted.
"Uh, okay," Nico gave some thought to hesitation, before stepping out of the passenger seat and into the driver's.
"Okay, look at the floorboard. Do you know which pedal is the brake and which one is for gas?" Will asked.
"Uh, the big one's the brake, right? And the small one is the gas?" Nico gave an answer even he doubted to be correct.
"Yeah! Okay, now put your foot on the brake," He instructed. Nico did as he told, gripping the steering wheel so tightly he thought he might break it.
"Great, now grab the gearshift, and put it into drive," Will explained, "You know how to do that?"
"Uh," Nico choked on his own words, "No?"
"That's okay!" Will assured. He reached over to gently hold Nico's hand, as he placed it on the gearshift. With his hand over Nico's, he pulled the gearshift into place.
"Now you're in gear!" He exclaimed with a bright grin. Nico's hand started to shake underneath Will's.
"What you wanna do now is let your foot off the brake, slowly though," As Will began, Nico lifted his foot off, and the car began to roll.
"Oh fuck the car is moving now," Nico cursed under his breath.
"You're doing good! The car is gonna move slowly as long as you don't hit the brakes. Now, I want you to take the same foot you just used the brakes with, and very slowly, press on the gas."
Nico placed a foot on the gas, and the car jerked forward.
"Oh god, I'm sorry," Nico groaned.
"Don't be! You're doing good!" Will encouraged, "Try again."
Nico lowered his foot back onto the pedal, and the car lurched once more. Surprised by the movement, he took his foot off the gas, giving Will a concerned look.
"It can be tricky to get the hang of, but you're doing really good so far!" He encouraged.
Nico's foot hovered over the pedal. Carefully, he began to press weigh to the pedal. The car began to move faster.
"Hey, there you go!" Will exclaimed, "You got it! Now, see if you can speed up a bit."
Nico pressed on the pedal, and the car roared, picking up speed. As the car gained speed Nico lost confidence, his chest began to feel tight. He could feel his hands tremor as he gripped the wheel, and he began to feel his throat close up. He slammed a foot into the brakes. The car screeched to a stop, causing both himself and Will to lurch forward in their seats. Nico's knuckles had turned white around the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nico repeated, "I think... I think I'm done. Let's switch back."
"You were doing so well though!" Will reassured.
"No, I think I'm done," Nico confirmed, placing the car back into park.
"Oh, okay," Will's smile fell.
His shaky hands and nerves calmed once Nico returned to the passenger seat. He let out the breath he had been holding and rubbed his arms.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you," Will said as he slid back into the driver's seat.
"Will, it's not your fault. I've... I've never been good at managing my nerves while driving. My dad gave up trying to teach me years ago because I'd just freak out whenever I was behind the wheel. I guess I thought this time would be different? I don't know..."
Nico felt a hand on his shoulder. Will ran a thumb over the skin on his shoulder.
"It's okay," Will ensured, giving a small smile to Nico, "I just hope I didn't make you feel pressured to do something you didn't want to."
"No! Of course not, I just thought I could actually do it this time. I mean there's a reason why I don't drive."
"You wanna talk about it?" Will asked.
"There's not much to talk about. It's just, like, my nerves... I just get so anxious behind the wheel. It's always been like that," Nico explained, fidgeting with his hands, "Like, I just personally think I shouldn't drive. There are some people out there who just don't drive, and maybe I should just commit to being one of those people."
"It takes practice," Will comforted, "You'll get it if you give it a chance."
"I don't know Will," Nico shook his head, "I can't drive in an empty parking lot, and I can't even imagine how I'd manage on a road with other cars. I don't know how you do it, especially with a broken arm, oh my god."
"I'm telling you, it's just practice. I mean, I guess the arm thing is a little hard to get around, but, I'm doing fine now, I think," Will spoke.
"Does it still hurt? Your arm?" Nico asked.
Will examined his arm, observing the curve of the cast, "No, not unless I move it the wrong way."
"I feel bad, you like, broke your arm," Nico began, "You said you've been playing lacrosse for seven years? And now, all of a sudden you just stopped? Don't you miss it?"
"I mean, yeah, I put so much of my time into it and spent so many years practicing. It was my sport and I loved it. And then, after I left the hospital, after talking to my coaches and telling them I was done... I realized, y'know, that I had put on my jersey, and played for the last time, without even knowing it, and that... That kinda sucked."
Nico nodded, watching Will as he spoke, "This whole thing sounds like it's been pretty hard on you."
Will turned to Nico, "This... may sound so stupid," Will laughed, "But you are so easy to talk to. Like being around you is just easy."
Nico smiled and nodded, "No, I get what you're saying."
He sighed and looked down at the floorboard.
"Guess I should be getting you home though, right?" Will asked as he started the engine. He pulled out of the lot and accelerated onto the road towards Nico's house. Will studied the road as Nico watched streetlights speeding by, their lights beginning to illuminate as the sun began to fall. A hazy shade of grey began to blanket the sky, and stars began to peek out from behind the veil. Will turned his head to steal a glance at Nico. For maybe a second, he let himself admire Nico's profile and the curve of his nose, the bend of his jawline, before pulling his gaze back towards the road.
He pulled into the apartment lot he had left Nico in the night before. As he pulled in, Nico looked like he was about to say something, maybe in protest, but ultimately decided against it.
Nico gave Will a soft smile and thankful eyes, "Thanks for the ride, Will."
"It's no problem, anytime," Will assured. He wanted to say more, but the back of his mind told him to remain silent, despite the pull in his chest. He didn't want this to be the last time he'd see Nico. He also didn't want to return to his empty apartment. He wasn't ready to be his only company again.
"Hey," Nico said, from outside the car, holding the door open and leaning in, "Text me later. Let me know what your schedule looks like so we hang out again. You're a fun guy to be with."
The tug at Will's chest rested, "Oh! Yeah, for sure!"
Nico closed the door, and left with a wave, as Will's car began to roll out of the lot.
Will exhaled a shaky breath, the feeling of loneliness beginning to flood his lungs. It was suffocating. He drove home, trying not to lose himself to the feeling
As he walked into his empty home, he felt a buzz from his pocket. He opened his phone and saw Nico had sent a text.
just caught wind of a party happening tomorrow, any chance you're able to go? ;)
Will smiled to himself and felt some of the loneliness began to fade.
(Big thanks to my beta readers @embooks and @all-this-panic-still-no-disco !!)
#not the typical way you meet a soulmate#chapter two#solangelo#solangelo fanfic#pjo fanfic#Nico di Angelo#will solace#will x nico
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