He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

Where two boys meet on Tumblr and suggest music to each other without knowing that they go to the same school. warnings: swearing, self-harm, depression, bullying.

Nico di Angelo was diagnosed with schizophrenia when he was three. This is a rare case, Nico himself was a rare case. He never cried when he was little. He never talked, never laughed. He finally talked when he was 5. He stuttered and slurred like an old drunk. He rocked back and forth on his heels standing, always, like an unstable tower. Sitting, with his hands tightened around his knees, tilting back and forward, a restless movement. When Nico turns 15, he meets a boy with a blue flower, that makes Nico feel not so blue.

Nico Di Angelo, refuses to tell anyone his 'secret'. Only one person knows; Jason Grace, Nico has a crush on Percy Jackson the great hero. Everyone thinks he has a crush on Annabeth.. But he's actually jealous of her, he'd never admit he actually cared for some one. Well, besides Hazel, his half sister. You're probably thinking "A son of Hades giving affection to someone? Pshhhh." But it's true, he loves some one. Will he get him or break farther away from the great Percy?

Have you ever looked back in your life and thought that it was completely messed up? Well do me a favour and look back again through all the messed up things that have happened to you and then tell your self that other people have it worse. Way worse. Guess who in talking about? 
 Go on I dare you. Guess 
 Yup you guessed right. 
 It's me. 
 Who am I? Well I'm Leila Potter... Yeah, yeah calm yourselves people... I am the only living daughter of James and lily potter, the sister of Harry Potter and the girl who lived. THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT BELONGS TO ME IS LEILA, MY MIND IS NOT SMART ENOUGH TO COME UP WITH THE AMAZINGNESS THAT ARE THE PERCY JACKSON AND HARRY POTTER WORLDS

" I glanced up at the clock and sighed. We still had ten minutes left. I just sat there thinking about what just happened. I was going crazy! I calmed myself, if it was real or not real, who cares? A small part of me wanted to forget what just happened and go back to having my birthday, but the other part, the curious part, wanted to know more. If my mom was a goddess then... I wondered for a while. What was going on? Finally after two million years the bell rang. I sighed with relief before swinging my backpack on my shoulder and racing to the door where I knew Jake was waiting. I never got to the door." Aurora is a sophomore attending Goode high school. On her fifteenth birthday her life changes forever. Her mom is Khione. The goddess of snow. Due to her unfaithful choices, has Aurora's mother ruined Aurora's chance of fitting in at Camp Half-Blood? I'm rewriting this story(: