Solangelo AU oneshots

Friends AU??

Sorry for the shitty titles I'm honestly so bad at them. Also sorry this is late, I've been going through some shit, but that's not important, I hope you like the chapter. Also! I need ideas, so if there is anything you would like to read, just comment, or DM me!
Nico's POV
I knew I should never bake. I knew it I knew it I knew it. Especially not with Will freaking Solace.
  The tall, sun-kissed, freckled, Texan blonde was certainly a problem for me. Not only was he terrible at baking and cleaning, he's also incredibly attractive and distracting. The stupid surfer boy has got me going mad over him. It doesn't help that we've been friends since fourth grade.
"Oh my god Solace you are a mess," I tell him as I look up and down his flour covered body. He looks down at his chest, then back up at me with a goofy grin.
We had just finished putting the flour into the mixing bowl, and he was so messy I swear. We were making chocolate chip cookies, the best of all cookies, and he goes to pour the flour into the measuring cup and the flour puffs out everywhere. On the counters, on the floor, and on both of us.
  "You should see yourself Mr. Di Angelo, you like like a ghost." Will retorted, smirking with his perfectly thin lips. I wonder what those lips felt like...
  "Yeah well I make a better ghost than you do, Casper." I picked up a kitchen rag and hit him in the stomach.
  "Oh yeah? And how's that?" He asked after rolling his eyes. I leaned against the counter top, it was cold and slippery from the flour.
  "I'm the ghost king, obviously." I grin as I start to pour in the milk. Solace rolls his eyes again and starts the mixer.
  "So if you're the ghost king, what does that make me?" Will asks as we start balling the cookie dough. The sticky warm ball in my hands looked very tempting. "I guess you could be the court jester, you falling over is very funny," I tell him as I laugh.
  Will puts his sticky cookie-doughed on my face. Covering all of it with his massive hand. He pushes me away from him with a loud laugh. When his hand sinks back to his side, I hip bump him.
   "That's so gross Solace, my face is all sticky now." I complain and finish rolling a ball. He laughs again and in the corner of my eye I see him take some cookie dough and try and eat it.
   I slap it out of his and and start scolding. "Will! Those have eggs in them, you idiot. You could get salmonella, and that can kill you." Will was still smirking even though I had just told him he could die. "What? You aren't eating any more. In fact I'm putting these in the oven."
  I pick up the sheet and slide it into the preheated oven and go to wash my hands. When I look at him again he's leaning against a cupboard and smirking again. "What?" I ask, half laughing, half talking.
   "You called me Will." Was all he said. My face started to burn ever so slightly. I haven't called him by his first name in a long time. "Yeah, so what?" I rolled my eyes as I secretly hoped he didn't see me blushing like crazy.
  Will came up from behind me and spun my shoulders around to face him. "Wil- er, Solace! I'm trying to clean!" I told him as my face increasingly got warmer. 
  "There it is again," he smirked and got closer to me.
   "Well, it is your name, nothing to get excited about," I did my best to act casual, like it wasn't a big deal for me.
   Before I could stop him, Will swooped into my face, and licked my nose.
He
Licked
My
Nose.
  "Solace!" I jump back, my face burning and my fingers and hands going crazy with nothing to do.
   "What? There was cookie dough on your face, it was the only way I would be able to any before they came out of the oven." He grinned like he was so proud. I stood there speechless, with my mouth hanging wide open.
   "How did I ge-" I start to ask, then remember when he smashed his cookie covered hand into my face. He must have gotten some on my face and didn't tell me.
   I suddenly break out into laughter. I just figured it out. It's about time too, we've known each other for forever.
Will has a crush on me.
   I mean, normally I would be self doubting and saying he's just friendly. But putting all the pieces together, the texts, the movies, sleep overs, man we've done it all.
  "What?" Now both of us were laughing out asses off. He barely managed to get out one simple word without breaking out laughing again. Once I settled down, I took a moment to breathe.
  He likes me, and we've just been pining for each other for gods know how long. That son of a bitch.
  I grabbed the top of his shirt in my fist and pulled down so our lips were touching. His lips were thin, and I could feel his teeth. He immediately started kissing back, and man was he good at it. Why were we holding out on this our whole lives?
  When we finally released he smiled hugely and grabbed my shirt before I could walk away to clean up. I looked up expectantly, waiting for his southern accent to fill my ears and mind with his beautiful sound.
  He just smiled and, it's weird but, he looked like he was glowing. His freckles that run all around his body drew my attention. He didn't say anything to me, not 'are we dating' no 'let's do that again'. Nothing. Notta. Zilch.
Then he drew me in for a hug. He pressed his warm body into mine and wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly into him. I felt all the pain of middle and high school seep away.
  He smelled nice, like lavender and cookies. Though I had gotten a ton of flour on my face from his shirt, I didn't mind that much. His cotton shirt felt nice on my skin.
  Will pulled back a little, just enough to see my face. Just to say one thing.
"Damn di Angelo. It really took me licking your nose for you to kiss me?" He laughed and I buried my face in his shirt as I blushed more. Not loosening my grip on his firm torso at all.
   "I guess I should do it more often..."