Idk what this is but it's my first fanfic so flames will be used for marshmallows and stuff. I'm usually pretty good with grammar but I'm only human so please review! Yay for Solangelo!

This is an AU btw and Will is in college for some background info.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the plot because I am not a middle-aged male writer named Rick Riordan.

Rated T for some cursing.

Will wasn't one to hate many things. It was too strong of a word, but if he had to hate something, it was regrets.

Will hated regrets. Hated them.

Lou had been bothering him for weeks now to finish his college bucket list. It was his senior year in college and there was only one thing left on his list: get a tattoo.

He didn't necessarily know where that idea came from, but as soon as he laid eyes on the suggestion he regretted it. Tattoo's were permanent. Will was ADHD. His thoughts and opinions often waved and differed every couple of months. Take his favorite color, for example. He liked yellow, but decided it was too bright, and a couple months later, and changed it to orange and painted his room and everything. A week later, he liked yellow again and when he told his mom, she merely sighed and told him he could do whatever he wanted when he had his own place. It was gonna stay orange for a while.

"Will this is the perfect time to get it done!" Lou's voice pulled him out of his panic. "I'm going to the parlor today and you should come with! It's spring break so you'll have extra time to complain and heal. Besides, it's on your bucket list."

Will weighed his options. He didn't like to chicken out, but he didn't like regrets, either. He fingered the small paper in his hand. He had prepared his design, after all. It was a small, simple sun. A circle with rounded spikes surrounded with a greek key design.

He sighed and got up. "Let's go," he said. Lou Ellen squealed. She grabbed his arm and pulled him through the door and into the streets of New York.

They walked and chatted for a while before reaching 11 West and 64th Street. He looked up at the sign. It read BLACK STAR TATTOOS in large, bold, silver letters. He gulped nervously. Lou squeezed his arm and smirked.

As soon as he stepped in, he wanted to go home. The place had black walls with scary-looking people covered with tattoos. Worst of all, they blasted some kind of heavy metal-screamo type of music that irritated Will's sensitive ears.

"God, Will, you stick out like a sore thumb," Lou snickered. She was right. Will's mop of blond hair and bright clothing didn't help him blend in with the dull, dark theme of the parlor. He paled. Lou Ellen laughed even harder. He promptly elbowed her. She rolled her eyes and decided to be somewhat helpful by comforting him.

"God you're so tight that if I stuck a lump of coal up your ass, a diamond would pop out in a couple minutes." That earned her a glare and a blush.

"You're worse than Cecil,"

"I'm sorry! Okay, if it helps, I'll stay with you while you get your tat. Where are you gonna get it, anyway?" Will knew what she was doing. Asking questions would not distract him from the inevitable doom of his skin, but he was too nervous to care.

"The top of my right shoulder."

Lou looked like she was about to ask him another question when a huge, beefy guy walked up to them. "What can I do ya for, folks?" he asked. His voice was like gravel and Will flinched. Thankfully, Lou Ellen replied. "We want to get tattoos. We have the designs here so you don't have to bother with the book."

Will had no idea what she was saying but didn't really care anyway.

"Any piercings?" The guy asked. As if on cue, a guy yelled out in pain and Will blanched even further.

"No, thank you!" His voice came out an octave higher than usual.

The guy knit his eyebrows and looked his way but didn't question him. "Well, since we're pretty booked I can only do one person at a time, so the other's gonna have to wait. Which one of you's first?"

Lou told Will to go first so she could stay with him. He agreed.

The man brought them to a small room in the back and told Will to sit down on the mint leather chair. A million questions buzzed around in his head.

"Are the needles clean? What is the procedure like? The needles are sterile, right?"

The man chuckled. "Save the questions for Nico, he'll be doin' yer tattoo." He assured Will. "Neeks, your patient is in the back room!"

He heard a sleepy "whaaa..?" and a muffled groan after a crash through the walls of another room. In through the door came the hottest guy Will had ever seen. He was absolutely gorgeous. Even with the drool on his sleepy face and his punk undercut messed up from sleep, he was stunning. Will discreetly checked him out. He didn't have as many tattoos as the other guys, but they were beautiful.

"I told you, Greg, my name is Nico, and Neeks is the stupidest nickname I've heard of," The Nico guy had an attitude, and it was actually super attractive. The buff guy, Greg, yelled at Nico to quickly wash up and get alert, which didn't help Will's fear of how bad this could possibly end.

When Nico came back, he was even more attractive than before, if that was even humanly possible. Lou saw him checking Nico out and whispered, "Don't get a boner," to which Will glared at her and smacked her arm.

Nico came up to them and Will noticed just how tight his ripped black jeans were. "Greg told me you got your own design?" Will noticed Nico had a lip ring in the corner of his bottom lip, and how sexy it was when it moved as he talked. Will handed him the little piece of paper and profusely blushed at the contact of their hands.

Out of nowhere, Lou Ellen spoke, "I guess you can handle this, Will. I'll be waiting outside," and with an exaggerated wink she left. Will was relieved but nervous at the same time. At least she won't say anything dumb out of the blue.

"A sun, huh?" Nico said. His voice was insanely deep and mesmerizing and for some reason, it made Will wonder if the guy could sing. "Well, start off by taking off your shirt. You want it on your shoulder, right?" Will nodded. "Okay, I'll disinfect the skin and, yes, the needles are sterile," Nico gave him a lopsided smirk and Will blushed. Nico then cleaned his shoulder with some rubbing alcohol. His touch made Will's skin tingle.

"You ready?" Nico asked as he lifted up the tattoo gun. Will looked at Nico's captivating obsidian eyes and nodded. Maybe this wasn't gonna be as bad as he thought.

Well, maybe the ending was a little confusing, I don't know, but please review! And tell me if I should continue it or leave it so your minds can just imagine the endless amount of fluffy endings.

Also the part where Lou Ellen said the comment about the tightness and diamond thing, I stole it from incorrectpjoquotes from tumblr so yeah. I don't usually like A/N's in the middle of writing because it distracts me so I'm giving credit over here.

But anyway please review! That would be great! And if you're ondering, my tumblr is loliroxxx. Don't question it, I was young and stupid when I made it.

Peace out,

Charlie.