Solangelo One-Shots

Mocha

Mocha. Will's favorite drink from that small late-night cafe down the street. Nice and chocolatey, though still with the kick of, you know, coffee.

It'd become a tradition of Will's to go to the cafe nightly. He got a boost of energy during a longer shift, some good ass coffee, and it was pretty cheap. Kayla would sometimes joke that he's the reason it's so cheap-he buys so much that the place can afford it.

Will would absolutely be lying if he claimed that that was the only reason he went into the place nightly, though. It started that way of course; he needed some energy, he went to the cafe. What started as something so simple became more complicated. He wasn't just going in for coffee anymore. He was going in for an employee.

The man with the mocha eyes, Will decided, was his soulmate. He could list all of the reasons why that was, though it'd take a good while. And he'd be lying if he said that the fact the man was adorable wasn't a reason. He had a rounder face-very very cute, of course. His hair always seemed to be a bit too long-though it was usually tucked up into a hat, Will got to see the absolute mane of hair occasionally, if he was on break. Will still remembers the day he saw him huff after tucking his hair back again, grabbed a hair tie, and put his hair up. Will died internally.

A smile that made Will's day? Yes please. Will did everything he could to see that smile as often as possible. That included terrible jokes and puns. Will usually did get a smile out of him, and that's all that mattered.

Sarcasm? On point. The boy was the sassiest, most quick-witted dude Will knew. And that was fantastic. His humor? Perfect. Will'd met an angel.

Sky blue. Nico'd decided that his favorite color was sky blue, which was very much a deviation from his previous favorite of stark black. He had a good reason, though. Not as though he'd tell anyone that reason, but he knew what it was, and that's what mattered.

Sky blue, the eye color of Nico's favorite regular.

Nico didn't know him much. It was hard to, after all. Wil ordered, they made small talk, Will got his drink, left. It wasn't as though they ever sat down and discussed much. That was alright, though.

What Nico did know was basic: Will was from Texas, (and had a slight accent because of it,) Had a brother and sister, worked at a tattoo shop nearby, had an affinity for chocolate, and was possibly gay. He didn't learn that last one from small talk. Will came in with what appeared to be a pride shirt on one day.That could mean he liked rainbows, was an ally, or was gay-and Nico was not about to ask.

What Nico also knew was that Will made his day. He came in around the same time daily, always with a new joke or fun fact. If Nico seemed particularly down that day, Will would rapid-fire jokes until he got Nico to laugh or at least smile. And then Will would smile too, and he'd get this sweet twinkle in his eyes, like seeing Nico's smile was the best thing to happen that day. Nico doubted that it was, but it felt nice to feel wanted.

So there was that, of course, but there was more to it. Of course there was, nothing could be simple. Will couldn't just be a cool guy that made Nico laugh.

Because Nico was a gay disaster, and Will seemed to be flirting.

While Nico tried to say that wasn't possible-someone as sweet as Will wouldn't flirt with someone like Nico, it was hard not to think about it. But it was impossible to tell, too. He couldn't tell if the pickup lines were genuine or just more jokes. They were usually funny, too. But the way Will said them , it was...

So annoying. How dare he get Nico's heart in knots. This was just unfair.

They both got tired of the mess.

Somehow, both of the gay disasters had planned on asking for each other's numbers on the same day. And Nico was only slightly upset that Will got to it before he did. But also-holy shit, Will was asking for his number, was he flirting?

"Heyyyy, my favorite emo kid. Could I have a mocha and your number?" Will smiled at Nico's surprise.

Nico simply nodded, moving to make the drink while Will rattled off a few jokes. On the cup, Nico wrote out his number. It was a good way of making sure Will got it and couldn't forget it.

And then what happened?

Nothing! They rarely texted, neither of them took to initiative to actually ask the other out, and the flirting from Will continued as normal! What the hell? Nico thought it was going to go somewhere!

So, he decided, he had to make it go somewhere.

[Date at 7, meet me here?] He scribbled out on the side of Will's coffee cup. Will took it, read it quickly, then grinned and nodded quickly. Nico felt like his heart was going to explode.

After that date, another followed, and another, and another. Nico always asked Will on the side of his coffee, and Will always asked Nico while ordering. It was a perfect dynamic.

a/n from a color prompt: mocha