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Warm Me Up pt. 13

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It was the week before finals, better known as Hell Week. Nico was sitting outside, despite the cold, with a coffee in front of him and a cigarette between his fingers as he leafed through his study guides. They all seemed pointless to him, seeing as all of his classes that semester were relatively easy courses. Intro level or basics that were kept easier than his high school AP classes.

He put the cigarette to his lips and started organizing them in order of the class he slacked the most on to the least. As he blew out his smoke, the chair in front of him was pulled out, and he looked up only to scowl. “Can I help you?” he growled at Will’s Brazilian friend.

He sat down, and took a breath, interlocking his hands over the table. “Hi. So, I know you don’t like me, and I really don’t mind. I’m pretty sure you don’t really like the majority of people.” Nico scoffed. “But I just wanted to let you know that you really shouldn’t worry about me. I know you and Will tend to argue a lot about-”

“Why the hell do you know about my relationship’s arguments? You have no right to butt in-”

“Maybe because I’m the one convincing Will that you’re not cheating on him or encouraging him to talk things out with you?” he snapped. “Look, Neeks-”

“It’s Nico.”

Paolo sighed. “Nico. I’m not butting in anywhere. But you seem to think that I’m interested in Will, and I’m not. I’m aro-ace.” Nico raised an eyebrow and flicked his cigarette. “It just means I’m not interested in romantic or sexual relationships. Will is just my friend, and that’s all I’ll ever see him as.”

Nico rolled his eyes and stood up. “Okay, Ponytail-”

“Paolo.”

“I don’t care.”

“See, that’s your problem. You don’t care about what anyone else has to say, but everyone has to care about what you say.” Nico’s lips curled and his fist clenched. “It doesn’t work like that. Things don’t work like that. You can’t just step over people.”

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anonymous asked:

The way you said “I love you.“ #13 pretty please.

13: In a letter

The Way You Said I Love You


Nico knew he shouldn’t be worried. Will was on a perfectly routine trip to a hospital in Chicago. He always went twice a year for a week for a convention and to do inner-city work. Nico sometimes went with him, but this year they had a baby, and Nico didn’t think Chicago was the best place for Carter to be at only four months old.

Usually, Will would send him a post card with a laminated picture of a perfect-looking city that Nico knew was not Chicago and the words Wish You Were Here! printed boldly across the top. With a stupidly sweet note from Will promising to be home soon. 

This time though, Nico got a letter. His hands shook as he opened it, dread filling his stomach.

My Dearest Nico,

I promise I’m not dead. I know that getting a letter instead of a postcard probably made you think I was dead, but I’m not. 

I miss you too much. I miss Carter too much.

The convention is the same as it always is, a bunch of pretentious doctors all trying to cure cancer in the same room in only a week. Though, no one’s succeeded yet, 

I’m writing because I miss your voice, and sending a letter was the next best thing I could come up with besides calling you. (I’ll do that later, I swear.)

Well, maybe that and I don’t have enough cash on me to buy a postcard. 

I think this will be my last year coming here. It probably wasn’t the best idea to leave you home alone with a four month old baby. You’ve probably fed him nothing but Graham Crackers since I left. It wasn’t very fair either. 

I miss you and Carter more every minute.

Call me when you get this.

Love, Will

Nico smiled and picked up his phone. When Will picked up on the third ring, Nico was grinning.

“Did you get it?” Will’s voice was static-y and quiet but Nico thought that it had never sounded better.

“I did. You big sap.” Nico gently picked Carter up from his spot in his play pen and set him on his hip. “Carter misses you too.”

Will laughed quietly and his line cut out for a moment, so Nico only got the last part of his question. “-like it?”

“The letter? Of course I did. It’s going on the fridge until you come back.”

He knew Will was smiling on the other side of the line.

“I’m sorry.” Will suddenly turned sober.

“For what?”

“Leaving you alone with Carter. That wasn’t fair. We’re parents now. I can’t just fly away for a week like I used to do before he was born.”

“I’m not upset, Will.” Nico frowned. “Carter misses you, but he’s not impossible to take care of.”

“No, I just-” Will’s line dropped and Nico heard whispered talking. “Sorry, Neeks, I have to go. I promise I’ll call you back when I can. I love you.”

“I love you too.” The line was dead before Nico even got the last word out.


So much for updating before nine.