Anonymous asked:
Hi could you please do a punk! Will pastel Nico pt 2
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ask-will-and-nico answered:
I have a feeling this is the same Anon who requested this is the first time. But I don’t mind.
Nico almost always came home with cuts and bruises, but it never really bothered him. He was an openly gay, pastel, junior in high school. Bullying was pretty much a guarantee for a guy like him. It never really got physical, just a shove into an open locker here, or a trip on a stretched out foot there. Nothing terrible that would do any real damage.
While Nico was always ready to play knight in shining armor for his sisters, he never stood up for himself, he accepted the occasional punch with dignity and kept a calm head. He could deal with it. The words they flung at him never really struck. Nico had long since accepted himself and knew that fighting it would do him no good.
So he went along with it, avoiding it when he could and dealing with it when he couldn’t.
It never really bothered Nico.
But that didn’t mean it didn’t bother Will.
-
“Hey, Pastel, did you finish the algebra homework?” Will asked Nico. Currently, Will was sprawled across Nico’s bed in his room while Nico was sitting at his tidy desk.
“Hm?” Nico hummed, not looking up from his work.
“Algebra?” Will asked again, holding the paper up and shaking it to get Nico’s attention. “Did you do it?”
Nico turned around in his chair and squinted at the paper Will was holding. “Of course I did.” He said very matter-of-factually. “I finish all my homework.” He turned back around to his desk. “Unlike a certain punk I know. You know, you won’t get into med school if you don’t do your homework.”
Will blushed. Nico was one of the only people who knew of Will’s dream to become a doctor. “Yeah, I know. But I don’t get this stuff. All the numbers get jumbled up in my head.”
Nico simply smiled and pulled his algebra homework out of the stack and handed it to Will.
Their fingers brushed and both boys blushed. That is, until Will saw his split knuckles and bruises littering his arm.
“What’d you do, Pastel?” Will asked, taking Nico’s hand in his own and setting the paper aside. He looked at it, a few cuts still slightly bleeding.
“Nothing. Just scraped it.” Nico replied, pulling it away and wiping it on the hem of his baby blue shirt.
“Nico, you’re not a klutz. You’re scarily graceful.” Will said, raising his eyebrows and looking over at Nico.
“Am not.” Nico replied. “It doesn’t matter.”
Will huffed in annoyance. “If you don’t tell me what happened, I won’t bring you the flower crown my mom made you.”
Nico whined. “But they’re so pretty!”
“What happened?”
Nico chewed on his lip. “It was just some guys from school. Nothing serious.”
Will’s face dropped. “You’re getting bullied?” He asked incredulously.
Nico’s silence confirmed the answer.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Nico?” He asked, hurt laced in his voice.
“Because,” Nico huffed, pulling his sleeve over the bruises. “You’ve already been suspended for fighting once this year. You do that again and you definitely won’t make it into med school.”
“Nico, they’re hurting you!” Will yelled. He instantly felt bad for it when Nico flinched away from him. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” He softened and tried to reach his hand out to Nico, but he only shied away from the touch.
“Please don’t yell at me.” Nico whispered with a think voice.
“I’m sorry.” Will apologized again. “I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”
Nico nodded. “I don’t want you to ruin your future over some boy you met in high school who you probably won’t remember.”
Will thought he was wrong. Will felt like he would know Nico for a long time. And when Nico was ready, he wanted to love Nico for a long time. But, of course, he didn’t mention any of this.
-
Throughout the year, Will kept his promise. He clenched his teeth when Nico had new cuts, he kept his anger leashed when Nico came home with black bruises more and more frequently. He even managed to hold himself back when Nico came home with a large bruise on his collarbone. Throughout the year, Will kept good grades and stayed in good graces with his teachers, he kept his promise and stayed close friends with Nico.
That all came crashing down when Nico came home with a black eye and a broken nose.
-
“That’s it!” Will yelled the moment he saw Nico’s face.
“Will, please,” Nico practically begged, “it’s not worth it!”
“Nico, they can’t keep hurting you like this and getting away with it!” Will stopped short, turning to look at Nico.
“Please.” Nico spoke softly through the tears in his eyes. “Please. Leave it be.”
“Nico…” Will reached out slowly, hesitantly brushing his fingertips against Nico’s jaw. When Nico didn’t move, Will gently cupped his hand around Nico’s cheek. “I can’t keep letting them hurt you.” He spoke softly, desperately.
Nico searched his face and when Will pulled away and turned around, walking away, Nico grasped at the last straw he had left.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t do this.”
“What?” Will stopped dead in his tracks.
“I know you love me. And… and maybe I love you too… But that doesn’t matter because I know you love me. And if you loved me, you wouldn’t fight them.” Nico breathed heavily, quickly, Will knew Nico’s sighs. He knew Nico was going to have a panic attack. He turned around slowly and saw Nico looking at him with sheer terror. He looked afraid with his eyes wild and blood slowly dripping down onto his scarf.
“You love me?” He asked slowly.
“I…” Nico faltered, “yeah. But not when you go around beating people up.”
“But-” Will began but he was cut off.
“But nothing, Will. I don’t care what they do to me. Do you want to know why? It’s because I have you. You make everything bearable and enjoyable and… And I love your stupid punk get up and your tough guy act when, really, you’re a huge softie who dreams of being a doctor. It’s because I love you that I can live with the bruises.” Nico spoke softly, closing the distance between them.
“I love you.” He whispered again.
Will closed the gap between their lips, holding Nico’s elbows gently and closing his eyes. Will never felt anything like it. All the girls he kissed before had absolutely nothing on Nico di Angelo. His Pastel. Nico kissed softly and gently and like it was the most special thing in the world.
Will pulled back, resting his forehead on Nico’s.
“Alright, I won’t do anything.” He said quietly.
Nico smiled. “Thank you.” He sighed in relief.
“I love you too.”
I have a test I should be studding for. But instead I wrote this.
Anonymous asked:
Hello so I read your fic with Nico in glasses and I wanted to ask of you could do fluffy punk will and pastel Nico
ask-will-and-nico answered:
Sure thing, babe. Bianca’s totally not dead, it’s an AU.
Also, bashful Will. Can we all agree on that?
“Ni, can you get that?”
The doorbell ringing gave Nico the perfect excuse to stop unpacking. He had just moved into a new house and the boxes seemed endless. Even though there was only four of them, Nico, his two sisters, and his dad, there still seemed to be mountains of boxes. Every time Nico emptied one, two more were sitting right behind it.
He pushed his flower crown up (he found it in one of his boxes and rejoiced, immediately putting it on) and stood up, straightening his pink button-up and brushing the raven black hair from is face.
“Yeah, I got it Bi.” He yelled back to his oldest sister, Bianca.
He walked over to the door and pulled it open, stepping around it to stand outside with the stranger.
Said stranger had curly blond hair that faded to white at the ends and striking blue eyes, a shade of blue Nico thought could only be captured by the sky. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of black skinny jeans that matched Nico’s own. He stood awkwardly, shuffling from foot to foot and blushing slightly when he met Nico’s eyes. All, and all, a very adorable boy stood in from of Nico and he wanted to squeal.
The boy, who was probably supposed to be punk, stared at Nico for a solid minute before dropping his gaze and stuffing his gloved hands in his pockets.
“Um, hi, I, uh, I live just down the street and my mom saw the moving van and thought it’d be good to, uh, introduce myself- er, and my family.” Attractive Stranger blushed again and rubbed the back of his neck and Nico couldn’t help but laugh.
The boy’s bright blue eyes darted up to Nico and he blushed his darkest shade of red yet.
‘I’m- I’m sorry,” Nico said between giggles, “it’s just that, you come to my door, looking all punk and like you’re ready to beat someone up, but then you start acting all flustered once you start talking. That’s not very punk.”
He smiled and softened his look, knowing that would convey to the blushing boy that his words meant no harm. That only seemed to make the boy even more flustered.
“I, um-” He was cut off by Hazel, Nico’s younger sister, who appeared beside Nico without him noticing at all.
“Who’s this, Nico?” Hazel asked him, smiling warmly at the stranger.
“He lives down the street and came by to say hello. He’s…” Nico trailed off, waiting for the boy to finish the sentence by giving his name.
“Will.” The boy, Will, said with sudden suave. “Will Solace. Lovely to meet such a beautiful young girl.” Will said with a seductive smile. “You are?”
Nico frowned and stepped slightly in front of Hazel. All of his earlier presumptions of the cute boy turned sour as Will tried to hit on his sister. Maybe he is punk. A punk who’s just here to hit on my sisters.
“Hazel. She’s my little sister.” Nico said shortly, giving Will a look. Back off. Nico may be small and dressed in colorful clothes, but he knew how to uppercut someone that got too close to one of his sisters. Even an extremely tall someone like Will Solace.
“I- I’m sorry.” Will immediately backed off. “I’m just better with girls than cute boys. Really, I’m not entirely sure how to talk to cute boys who wear pink shirts and flower crowns. And I’m really not sure why I’m saying that out loud.”
Nico immediately softened, smiling gently. “You think I’m cute?”
Will nodded and blushed impossibly dark red. “I- I mean… If you’re- if you’re even into guys…”
Hazel giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. “I have a boyfriend, but my brother here,” she pushed Nico forward, making him feel impossibly close to Will. “he’s very into guys and very single.”
Nico blushed and looked up into Will’s eyes.
“Would you like to, maybe, go get some coffee? Or something?” Will asked quietly.
Nico smiled. He is a punk. An adorable punk who gets flustered easily and likes cute boys who wear pink shirts and flower crowns. “Sure.” Nico replied. “I’d love to get coffee. I think my sisters can handle unpacking with out me.”
“Awesome.” Will replied, smiling. “I know this little cafe that makes amazing coffee.”
Nico smiled again, grabbing his sweater and shutting the door behind him after shoving Hazel inside. “Lead the way, punk.”
Will blushed and Nico laughed. Maybe he liked cute punks who wore all black with leather jackets and got flustered easily. But it’s not like anyone was keeping track.
Well? What do you think? It’s longer. I’m not 100% happy with how I portrayed Will but…
Now there’s a Part 2
I hate that some people are so dense that they need disclaimers for every single thing, like when women say “men are…” you know good and goddamn well they aren’t referring to every single man. It’s billions of us, how the fuck would they know all of us?
Whenever I hear these statements, I interpret it as “Not all men, but enough men to make this a prominent issue amongst men”
Same shit with “white people are…” Get the fuck out your feelings and actually listen so you can address the concerns of these people instead of defending people that ain’t shit.
Daily reminder Nina Zenik is Fat and proud of every beautiful part of her body. Don’t take that representation away from people who struggle to love their body no matter the size just because you want to use a stick skinny girl for your edits.
Lemony Snicket’s Advice on Writing a Nice Thank-You Note
1. Do not start with the thank you.
2. Start with any other sentence. If you first say, “Thank you for the nice sweater,” you can’t imagine what to write next. Say, “It was so wonderful to come home from school to find this nice sweater. Thank you for thinking of me on Arbor Day.”
3. Then you’re done.
I recommend learning how to write a very good thank-you note. A child who can write a nice thank-you note can turn into a cocaine dealer five years later and be remembered as the child who wrote nice thank-you notes.
We live in an age where you can press a button and a deep web hitman shows up at your door and kills you. Technology is incredible.
what button
what fucking button
najatapl asked:
46 for zimbits? Pretty please? :) (Also, your writing is DELIGHTFUL and ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC, my gosh <3 Thank you so very much for it! *hugs*)
marsastronomica answered:
46.) “Where are you? I’m lost in IKEA.”
[thank you so much for your patience, @najatapl! <3]
The short answer is: Jack should’ve known what to expect when he asked Eric Bittle to move in with him.
The longer answer is: Jack has known Bitty for four years, and in that time Bitty never complained about Jack’s decorating skills before, but as soon as he agreed to move in he told Jack there would be some changes, and those changes include a trip to the Stoughton IKEA, which is nearly an hour away from Providence, to get some things that Jack apparently has lived two years without.
The ultimate answer is: Jack is so in love with Bitty he’ll do whatever he wants.
However, regardless of how in love he is with Bitty, that doesn’t change the fact that IKEA is huge and, as far as Jack can see, organized strangely. And there are hot dogs? To eat?
His phone rings and it’s Bitty. Jack answers immediately. “Where are you? I’m lost in IKEA.”
“Bless your heart,” Bitty says, and he sounds so warm and fond that Jack can’t help but to grin stupidly next to As Seen on TV buckwheat pillows. “You didn’t get the list I left for you?”
“I have it, it’s just…difficult to decipher.”
“Jack Zimmermann. You just won a Stanley Cup and you can’t make a trip to IKEA by yourself?”
“That was easier.”
Bitty snorts, and his derision is attractive. This is how they flirt. Jack always wants to flirt like this. “Sweet Lord, I don’t know what I’m getting myself into with you.”
“You like it.”
“Sometimes. Can you not find the impossible-to-lose massive amounts of living room furniture? We need side tables.”
Jack turns around in a circle before responding. “I’m trapped in the As Seen on TV section.”
“You aren’t trapped, child. Do you really need me to meet you there? Because if I do that, I can’t guarantee that my mother won’t put flowers all over our new place.”
Our new place. Jack’s heart somersaults spectacularly in his chest. “Your mother is allowed to do whatever she likes.”
Bitty exhales and his voice is muffled when he shouts, “Mama, Jack said you can do whatever you want!” A pause, then, “She’s going to dye all your underwear pink.”
“I like pink. Come rescue me.”
There’s jostling on Bitty’s end, then another magnificent sigh. “You poor thing. What would you do without me?”
Jack can’t help the dopey smile on his face, and he doesn’t want to. It’s been a long road to get to this point, but he’s genuinely, consistently happy. “Probably die in the middle of IKEA.”
“I love you,” Bitty says, and the words sound tender and rushed all at once as Jack hears him getting the car keys to their new SUV. “I’ll see you soon. Please, please don’t touch anything in the As Seen on TV section. Lord knows we get enough of that from Mr. Crappy, and Mama says two singing fish are enough for one house.”
Kanye West’s Amazing Acceptance Speech at the 2015 VMAs
“Bro, bro, listen to the kids. Jeremy, I gotta put it down for a second. First of all, thank you Taylor for being so gracious and giving me this award this evening. Thank you. And I often think back to the first day I met you also. I think about when I’m in the grocery store with my daughter and I have a really great conversation about fresh juice at the… you know. And at the end they say, “Oh you’re not that bad after all. And like, I think about it sometimes it crosses my mind a little bit when I go to a baseball game and 60,000 people boo me. It crosses my mind a little bit.
And I think if i had to do it all again—what would I have done? Would I have worn a leather shirt? Would I have drank half a bottle of Hennessy and given the rest of it to the audience? Y'all know you drank that bottle, too. If I had a daughter at that time would I have went on stage and grabbed the mic from someone else’s? You know, this arena tomorrow is gonna be a completely different set up—some concert… This stage will be gone. After that night, the stage was gone but the effect that it had on people remained.
The problem was the contradiction. The contradiction is that I do fight for artists but in that fight, somehow, was disrespectful to artists. I didn’t know how to say the right thing, the perfect thing, I sat at the Grammys and saw Justin Timberlake and CeeLo Green lose. Gnarls Barkley and the [FutureSex/LoveSound] album, and bro, Justin I’m not trying to put you on blast but I saw that man in tears, bro. And I was thinking he deserved to win album of the year. And the small box that we are of entertainers of the evening, how could you explain that?
Sometimes I feel like you know all this shit they run about beef and all that, sometimes I feel like I died for the artist’s opinion, for the artist to have an opinion after they got successful. I’m not no politician bro, and look at that. You know how many times MTV ran that footage again? Because it got more ratings? Do you know how many times they announced Taylor was gonna give me this award? Because it got more ratings?
Listen to the kids, bro.
I still don’t understand award shows. I don’t understand how they get five people who work their entire life one sell records, sell concert tickets to come stand on a carpet and for the first time in they life be judged on a chopping block and have the opportunity to be considered a loser. I don’t understand it bro. I do not understand when the biggest album or the biggest video I don’t understand. I’ve been conflicted bro. I just wanted people to like me more. But fuck that, bro. 2015. I will die for the art for what I believe in and the art ain’t always gonna be polite. Y'all might be thinking right now, “I wonder did he smoke something before he came out here?” And the answer is yes, I rolled up a little something, I knocked the edge off. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tonight what’s gonna happen tomorrow bro but all I can say to my artists is just worry about how you feel at the time. I’m confident I believe in myself. We the millenials bro. This is a new mentality. We’re not gonna control our kids with brands. We’re not gonna tech low self esteem and hate to our kids. We’re gonna teach our kids that they can be something. that they can stand up for themselves. To believe in themselves and if my grandfather was here right now, he would not let me back down.
I don’t know what I’m finna lose after this it don’t matter though because it ain’t about me, it’s about new ideas bro people with ideas people who believe in truth. and yes, as you proabably could’ve guessed by this moment I have decided in 2020 to run for president.“