Who's the cool dude with fab green hair please? Can we see more of him... pretty please?? <3
Sure ^ u ^ his name is Trent and he is the last adoptables; Audrey’s boyfriend! He is also an Adopt so he will be up for grabs tonight on my DA <3 Trent’s a grunge-y dude! lol Probs a singer in a 90′s rock cover band ..and he loves pizza more than people.
-A woman makes a large purchase, then proceeds to leave the store without any of her bags. I understand. It is far too early to do things right.
-I was informed that the entire store was out of stickers. This is a bad omen. I hope I will make it through.
-A child walked into the store and loudly asked, “If they still sell toys, why do they have Halloween stuff?” This is a good question. I have no answer for him.
-A woman purchased four 12-packs of soda. She then began punching the boxes to make handholds, rather than pushing in the perforations. I am inspired.
-A baby yelled, “LOOK AT ME.” I was too afraid of the consequences not to obey. The eye contact that followed was, frankly, horrifying.
-My manager made a batch of pumpkin juice in the Starbucks,
à la Harry Potter. It tasted magical.
-An old woman was wearing pants covered in flamingos. I regret not asking where she got them from. They would be a staple of my wardrobe.
-An elderly man bought two copies of Disney’s Hocus Pocus and nothing else. I appreciate his style.
-A kind, grandmotherly woman referred to me by name several times, then proceeded to shush the card reader and shout at it when it did not stop beeping. She had not removed her card. I decided to see what she had to say to the machine before I let her know.
-Old women going on shopping dates together and laughing hysterically to each other has become my new favorite trend to see at work.
-A woman came through my lane. It was an entirely unremarkable transaction. Then she turned around. She had a life-size hyperrealistic baby face tattooed on her back. It was a shining example of both the uncanny valley and tattoo artists who did too good of a job.
-A baby could not stop laughing for five minutes. It sounded exactly like Jared Leto’s Joker laugh. She was scarier and had far better acting range.
-A man had an incredibly unruly Hitler-esque mustache and no other facial hair. He wore a tie-dye shirt and jean shorts. I want to know what he thinks of his look.
-A woman reminds her child that he is not wearing a diaper and therefore cannot pee while standing at the counter. I do not think the reminder changed his mind. To be fair, I would not let it change my mind either.
Oneshot by a-latino-fangirl *please don’t repost without credit!* Big thanks to @mattholtsbf for helping me with a few of the ideas!! This idea is loosely based on the song “Stacy’s mom.”
Matt strummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he sighed. ‘Stupid Pidge wanting that stupid book on stupid cryptids for her stupid friend.’ Not knowing why he did anything for his sister Matt continued to curse at the red light. “Come on! FUCKING TURN GREEN ALREADY!” Mom was totally picking Pidge up next time.
The light finally turned green and Matt sped off. Checking the clock on his dashboard Matt cursed again, Pidge got out of school twenty minutes ago. Seeing the sign for the high school up ahead Matt forwent his blinker and turned in, scarring the crap out of some crows in the process.
Driving to the parent pick up lane Matt hit the brakes when he saw a crowd to the left of a very expensive looking car. Although at a distance Matt could tell it was a black Camaro convertible. Driving closer to get a better view Matt felt his entire world freeze when a very buff drink of water decided to get out of the car at that exact moment.
Matt tried to swallow. He really really tried. But with this living god of muscle he found it very hard to even remember blinking. The man in question didn’t look to be over 23. His hair had a tuff of white at the top with the rest black and cut pretty short. Matt figured he must of come from a run because he wore the smallest, tightest shorts known to man, and by god did they hug everything the right way.
The man didn’t seem to notice the small crowd surrounding his car as he opened the trunk and waved to someone. Matt looked over and saw a tall boy who was in dire need of a haircut wave back then look behind him, mouth something, then wall towards the car. It was then Matt noticed Pidge amongst all the chaos. She gave a wave to The one in need of a haircut and the hot guy before looking in Matt’s direction. Giving him a smile she walked over to his car. Forgetting the book entirely, Matt hoped she hadn’t seen him gawking the man who apparently was related to her friend.
Matt somehow got sucked into picking Katie up from Keith’s house. (According to Pidge, he who needs a haircut has a name.) Matt, however, was perfectly content beating 7 year olds in Overwatch but mom and dad were running late from a conference and since Matt just happened to be home and not have school scheduled that day he was bestowed the task of pick up.
Pausing his game, Matt went to the bathroom real quick to make sure he looked presentable. Grabbing his glasses and keys Matt left the house, texting Pidge for Keith’s address.
Matt thanked Keith for living close by. Pulling up to the house Matt saw a few potted plants on the porch and that familiar Camaro parked in the driveway. ‘No fucking way.’ Parking in front of the house Matt prayed to whatever god was up there that the earth would swallow him hole. His prayer went unanswered of course as he found himself in front of Keith’s front door.
Knocking three times Matt stood there with his hands in his jean pockets. He heard someone yell 'coming’ followed by a few thumps and finally the door being swung open. Matt felt the air get knocked out of him because of course the hot guy had to answer.
“Uh.. Uhm hi I’m Matt, Pidge’s brother.” The guy gave Matt the brightest smile he’d every seen and he swore he saw stars. “Yes! Of course hi! I’m Shiro, Keith’s brother.” Shiro held his hand out for Matt to shake and Matt surprised himself that he even had the brain power to complete the action.
“Can I come in?” Shiro immediately blushed at that. “Oh jeez yeah of course sorry Uhm I was just in the middle of cleaning so excuse the mess.” Widening the door for Matt to walk through, Matt nodded his head at Shiro then took his shoes off. “I think Keith and Pidge are in the basement. You can head down there if you want. I just need to finish the bathroom upstairs.” Matt mumbled out an okay and Shiro pointed toward the stairs that led to the basement. Walking down Matt looked back and noticed that Shiro’s right arm was replaced with a metal prosthetic.
Two weeks later Matt found himself having to pick Katie up yet again from Keith’s house. Matt wasn’t complaining in the slightest to be honest. Matt jumped at any excuse to see Shiro.
Making sure to shower before he left, Matt put on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a tie dye tank top with an alien on it. (It was a present from Pidge okay?) Deciding to put his contacts in instead Matt noticed he was running five minutes late due to it. “Shit” Matt ran down the stairs and scrambled to find his keys. “Matt don’t forget your keys are on the kitchen table!” Matt looked over on the table and sure enough his keys were there. “Thanks mom! I’ll be back!!” Matt slammed the door shut behind him.
It wasn’t until Matt was in front of Keith’s house did he realize he didn’t put shoes on. 'Great I ran out barefoot. Just. Fucking. Great.’ Matt sighed and got out of the car; he still had a sister to pick up.
Walking up to the front door, Matt knocked three times like before and waited. When he didn’t hear anything for a minute he tried the doorbell. When he still received nothing he texted Pidge asking where she was. She responded almost immediately with 'backyard. Gates open’
Matt was unprepared with what he saw upon opening the gate. Pidge and Keith were lounging on the porch drinking lemonade but that’s not what stopped Matt. No it just so happened to be Shiro. Shirtless. Sweaty. Wearing those stupid shorts again. And mowing the lawn. Matt needed some water. Like now.
Shiro looked up and at Matt as if sensing he was there. Giving him another award winning smile Matt felt himself crumble and feeling the need to jump in a lake. Trying to muster something in return Matt instead saw Pidge walking towards him. Not knowing what else to do Matt grabbed his sisters hand and practically dragged her to the car. Matt missed the sad puppy dog look Shiro shot in his direction.
Matt didn’t speak the first minute they were alone. Pidge was giving Matt the biggest shit eating grin she could muster and Matt knew it yet he chose to ignore it.
“So uh, you wanna talk about some things brother mine?” Matt gripped the steering wheel tighter than before. “I have to say, Shiro was looking pretty good in those shorts huh?” Matt bit his tongue. Pidge was playing a game she wouldn’t win. “So you gonna bang him or what?”
Matt slammed on the breaks. Pidge, not expecting it, shot forward. Glad he had stupid friends in high school Matt kicked Pidge out of the car and drove off. “MATT WHAT THE FUCK GET BACK HERE! I CANT WALK THE 7 MILES LEFT TO GET HOME!” Matt opened the window and gave his sister the middle finger. “FUCK YOU!”
Pidge remained calm despite being on the side of the road. Matt knew better than to do that to her. Pulling her phone out she texted Keith a very important video to show Shiro.
Keith wasn’t expecting the video Pidge sent him. Seeing her brother sing 'Barbie Girl’ while only wearing a pair a rainbow colored underwear and a broom as a microphone was not on his list of things to see. But when he saw that he was to show Shiro, he knew right away this was a revenge stunt.
“SHIRO COME HERE I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING!” Keith heard the heavy footsteps of his brother walking up the stairs. “Keith I swear to god if this is another mothman conspiracy I’m cancelling your Netflix account.” Keith shook his head. “This time, dear brother, my husband is not the topic of discussion.” Shoving his phone into Shiro’s face Keith watched as Shiro became more and more flushed with each passing second.
Once the video was finally over Keith took his phone back. In a split second Shiro grabbed Keith by his shoulders and very sternly said “If you dare send that video of me drunk pole dancing to the little Einstein’s theme song, I will destroy your entire knife collection.”
Keith almost shit himself.
Matt didn’t encounter Shiro for almost three weeks after the lawn mowing incident. Matt thought it best since he found out Pidge sent that video to Keith who in turn showed Shiro. Pidge still went over to Keith’s house but Matt made sure she had other means of getting home. Matt didn’t believe her when she said Shiro seemed upset when he didn’t come pick her up.
Today Matt’s luck ran out though. Because Shiro’s such a nice person and apparently takes cooking lessons (from another one of Pidge’s friends) he invited Pidge to stay for dinner. Which she agreed too. But only if her “bored” brother could attend.
So here he was, standing in front of his closet, deciding what to wear. Checking the weather he noted he didn’t want to wear pants. But shorts would show off his leg and he didn’t want that either. Sighing Matt decided to fuck it and wear shorts. Putting on a nice pumpkin colored polo, (and making sure to put on shoes) Matt was ready to roll.
Matt wished the drive took longer. Not even a little bit prepared for this dinner Matt opened the car door and headed up to the porch. Bringing his hand up to knock, the door opened abruptly.
“Matt! Come on in!” Shiro smiled and looked a little out of breathe. Matt blushed but forced a smile. “Hello Shiro. Thank you for letting me come.” Shiro gave another smile. “Of course! Thank you for actually showing up.” Matt noticed Shiro give him a quick look and paused; Matt immediately felt self conscious about his leg.
“Come on I’ll show you to the dining room.” Matt followed numbly, now wishing he could be home more than ever.
Shiro’s cooking was actually very good. Keith and Pidge kept everything very lighthearted and Matt found out Keith had a boyfriend named Lance who was currently visiting family with his family in Cuba.
Once dinner was over, Pidge and Keith immediately rushed downstairs. Something about having to finish their battle in Mortal Kombat. Matt glared at his sister as she left him alone. With Shiro.
“Would you like some help cleaning up?” Shiro gave a nod. “That’d be great thank you.” The silence that followed hurt more than Matts fifth grade emo phase. “Listen Matt I’m sorry about getting quiet after seeing your leg.” Matt stiffened a bit. “It’s fine. It’s normal I guess.” Shiro sighed. “No it’s not.” Turning around from the sink Shiro gave Matt a hard look. “It’s Galra right?” Matt dropped the plates he was holding.
It’s been three days since the dinner incident. Matt hasn’t left the comfort of his room in all that time. Pidge tried getting him to come out but he refused.
Matt was never the same after the Galra program. He never knew anyone else that was subjected to that torture. Mainly because it was a secret and they made sure to keep no one else around when they did their “extra credit.”
How could Matt have known? He was a freshman. He just wanted some good marks in his resume. He didn’t expect to lose a leg and end up feeling violated the rest of his life. And now this beautiful, tall, and muscular man who he finds very appealing went through the same torture he did. Matt could feel memories and nightmares creep up on him.
It was another three weeks before Matt mustered up the courage to go talk to Shiro. Showering at least before he left, Matt threw on whatever random clothes he found and left the house. It was a Saturday afternoon and he hoped Shiro wasn’t at work or whatever he does.
Arriving at the house Matt noticed Shiro sitting on the porch with a towel over his head and swim trunks on. Matt didn’t have time to oogle, he was here on a mission. Getting out of the car He noticed Shiro look up at the sudden noise.
Shiro didnt call out to him and Matt didn’t either. They just stared at each other as Matt walked up the sidewalk and up the wooden porch. Still staring at Shiro Matt finally noticed the small scar that ran across his nose.
“I’m sorry.” Shiro was the first to break the silence. “Matt could feel tears in his eyes already. “I’m sorry too.”
A week later things were normal with Matt. His talk with Shiro left him feeling more free then any therapy session, and at the end of it, all he got his number. He felt a little ashamed that that’s what he thinks about more. But since then they talked constantly and Matt could officially say he wouldn’t be opposed to banging Shiro. Of course Pidge over heard him say that out loud and almost texted Keith if he hadn’t tackled her.
It was a hot Monday and Matt wanted to be anywhere but college. Glad that he worked ahead in his classes, he decided he would go to the pool afterwards.
After the professor finally finished up his lecture, Matt grabbed his notes and sped out of class. After throwing everything in the backseat Matt drove home, grabbed his swim suit, and hopped back into his car.
The pool during this time of day wasn’t a very busy spot. Considering it was still the school year and one thirty pm, Matt didn’t count on seeing anybody else except senior citizens. Shit was he wrong.
Walking into the pool and showing his membership card Matt heard the familiar sounds of someone doing laps. Fast. Looking toward the farthest lane Matt dropped his bag. Of course, there was Shiro, swimming laps, like he couldn’t stop. Matt stood there watching him swim and could see how his muscles contracted and how his arms so expertly cut through the water. His flip turns were perfect and Matt tried really really hard not to stare at his back. He needed to hide, or else the nice lady registering people in was about to get a view she wouldn’t particularly enjoy.
Matt quickly grabbed his bag and ran toward the men’s locker room. At that exact moment Shiro chose to take a break, only to see a flustered Ginger run into the locker room. Smirking Shiro got out of the water.
Matt hid in the back of the locker room. No one else was in here and he needed to be able to drown a bottle a water without someone wondering whether he was okay or not. The answer would’ve been no anyways.
Shiro walked into the locker room. Honestly he didn’t know why he was listening to his brother and his boyfriend but they said he needed to confront Matt about, well whatever this was. Shiro liked Matt. Keith had over heard him say something rather obscene and busted out laughing. Shiro chased him for an hour around the house and yard before Keith promised he wouldn’t say anything after Shiro took his favorite knife captive.
Matt didn’t hear the footsteps. Standing up he didn’t feel the presence come up right behind him either. Matt squeaked when he was turned around and pushed against a wall rather forcefully. He would’ve taken this person down if it had been anyone else but Shiro.
“I believe we have something unspoken between us.”
Neither of them noticed when a custodian came in to clean but immediately walked out after seeing the two of them in a compromising position against the wall.
Could you do a Vic Fuentes Imagine? He is your brother and you are like in 10th grade or highschool, and you are sad because it’s your birthday, but then he surprises you by coming to the school with a big load of balloons and gifts? Something like that? Thank you! 💓
I nervously rub my hands together, a million thoughts running through my head as I sit in my bed. Today, the first day of school, also happened to be my birthday. My family consists of Vic, my oldest brother, and Mike, my second oldest. Mike was a complete druggie that dropped out of school to hang out and live life, which I wish I could do if I wasn’t so obsessed with my grades. Vic was going into twelfth, and I’m not even sure if he knows it’s my birthday of not. He’s so knit tight with his friends, it’s not like how it used to be where I followed him around and we chased around the ice cream truck together flailing around like idiots.
It was different and I hated it.
I get downstairs, grabbing some cereal from the top shelf and pouring it into a bowl as Mike comes tumbling down the stairs.
“N-Nobody tells mom!” Mike says, as if it was obvious (which it was) that he was completely hung over from the bonfire last night. “Sibling secrecy, right Y/N?”
“Right.” I sigh, pouring some milk. One sibling forgetting my birth, let’s keep a tally! “You good to drive?”
“Where? I don’t go to your stupid little algebra convention anymore, remember?” He snapped his fingers in my face, giggling and then rubbing his temples. “Aaaaand the hangover begins now.”
Vic comes tumbling down the stairs after him in a tie dye hoodie and black skinny jeans with his bag over his shoulder as he grabs a banana. “People to meet, stuff to do. Have a great intro to tenth grade, don’t eat the special at lunch, get in with the right crowd, big brother stuff.” He hugs me as he leaves as soon as he entered.
It felt like a punch in the face, because he is really the only person in the family that understands. Mom is, as much as we love her, a crazy conservative, and ever since dad left, it’s just been us. It’s always been me, Vic, and Mike, but now, I guess since Mike would be sipping a Starbucks in the apocalypse while Vic did homework, things changed.
I go back upstairs to get on my jeans and a sweatshirt as I walk down the street in the cool fall air. I get into school, and sit down on the bench as I wait for my best friend to get off the bus. She comes into the lobby as I hug her, almost in tears.
“What’s wrong? Y/N, you okay?” She says as I pull back, rubbing my eyes.
“He forgot my birthday. He fucking forgot my birthday!” I say. “My brother knows how much I hate my birthday ever since Mike and dad and… UGH! I’m so mad at him I could-”
“OUT OF MY WAY!” I hear my brothers voice screech from across the hall. You wouldn’t know it was him or not, his face was blocked out by a bunch of my favorite colored balloons. He’s rolling a ton of brightly wrapped gifts on a roller. “VACTOR FUNTITS, KING OF BIRTHDAYS COMING THROUGH!
I cover my mouth, apparently looking paralyzed as my best friend is shaking me. “Vic!” I laugh as he finally drops all the stuff by me, people clearing the way, some moving to next period but some sticking around.
“You really thought I’d forget your birthday that easily?” He gets out from behind the balloons, pulling me into the classic Vic ‘Shoving his hands around you and lifting you off the ground for a couple seconds’ hug. He wipes my eyes, and I didn’t even know I was crying a bit until he did. “Now open your gifts already! Big one first.” He is bouncing up and down like a five year old.
I smack his arm, ripping open the gift. I open the box it’s in, and see a ukelele. He knew I loved playing, I just couldn’t afford one. The next gift is in a smaller box, and when I open the box, I see a gorgeous charm bracelet with ice cream, a ukelele, a heart, and my favorite animal. I felt like a little kid on christmas again. The last one, I carefully rip open, and see two… concert tickets? “What are these for?”
“You know the band me and Mike started? Well, Mike is trying online school since this place won’t take him, and we found someone who works with a company that will sell us. We have our first show tonight.” He smiles from ear to ear as I look at the tickets.
“Pierce the veil.” I read out loud. I basically tackle him in a hug as he gently hugs me back. The bell rings, and he ties the balloons to a bench, as I get to first period.
Later that day, I meet Vic outside of school as we walk home. When we get home, we sit on our front steps, just talking. We’ve been beating around the bush, until he finally gets blunt. “Why do you think dad left?”
“I don’t know. I try not to think of it. He always said mom was the love of his life, so when I think of it too deeply, I blame it on Mike or myself. I mean, don’t you remember the incident?”
“When dad left,” Vic starts off calmly. “Mike had a total mental breakdown. He got completely smashed on tequila, and nothing has been the same since. I always blame it on how reckless I was when it happened. I swore to myself, I’d get good grades and do something and-” He stops. “Not end up like Mike.”
Then, we hear it.
The familiar jingle of the ice cream truck.
We both hop up as it wooshes past us, sprinting towards it and breathing heavily until it finally stops around the corner, and we order a bomb pop and a powerpuff girl ice cream pop. We catch our breath, then laughing so hard we lose it again, as he wraps his arm around me.
“Things are looking up, I promise.” I say. “No matter what dad did, Mike is trying to get better, and you’re a brilliant person. Brilliant people like you are gonna go somewhere.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Brilliant people like us are gonna go somewhere.”
“Love you Vic.”
“Love you too, Y/N.” He squeezes me. “Things are about to get so much better.”
Hope you like it, my first time writing for this blog <3 -max
Taeil: Loving gazes, late night kisses, hanging lights, rubbing circles in skin, flannel, the smell of brewed coffee, quotes, hickeys, messy blankets in the morning, t.v. static, vhs tapes, sneaking out at night, old school movies, bruises, garage bands, acid wash jeans, tie dye, black and white images.
Taeyong: Leather bracelets, veins, denim jackets, metal trinkets, chokers, rolled up sleeves, patches, aviators, graphic tees, walks in the dark, black nails, candle lit rooms, ripped jeans, tattoos, abandoned carnivals, over grown parks, empty museums, dead trees,
train yards, bruises.
Yuta: Sitting beside the lake, skipping stones, lost gazes, waterfalls, wicker chairs, ages books, sitting on the pier, being alone in the forest, chills down your spine, moleskine, rusted lockets, cross hatching,
scribbles in notebooks,
vacant fields of flowers, type writers, polaroids, mist.
Jaehyun: Wallet chains, doc martens, leather cord, reflections, patchy jackets, silver rings, leather jackets, the sound of rain, red wine, intense gazes, ink pens, calligraphy, cassette tapes, smoke, sitting in the grass, rosary beads, black lace, over sized t-shirts, messy hair in the morning, watching the sun set.
WinWin: Floral patterns, the night breeze from a roof top, parking garages,
goodnight kisses, turtle necks, lemonade on a hot summer day, scarves in the winter, morning walks, the feeling of grass between your toes, long sleeves, cold hands, the city skyline, traveling to new places, a busy city at night, dates at coffee shops.
Mark: Paisley, suspenders, backpacking around the world, crystals/gem stones, brush strokes, melting candles, sitting under trees, writing lyrics, brush strokes, messy paint swatches, dream catchers, the smell of grapes, grand father clocks, hourglasses, lazy hugs, smooth concrete.
Haechan: Hammocks, afternoons at the pier, getting lost in the forest, broaches, the feeling of sand between your toes, the sea breeze, throw pillows, knit sweaters, blurred images, ankle bracelets, summer love, watching the sun set, potted plants, palm trees, cloud gazing, pine needles, sunlight slipping through curtains, feathers.
They’d been brought up to it, and weren’t, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren’t. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and playing guitars at people
Many thanks to the powers that be (a.k.a. the internet), who graciously sent me this picture of Gillian Anderson in oval sunglasses and a white cropped tee worn under a maroon tie-dyed pinafore, and Dean Cain’s butt.
Reincarnated Soulmates who remember past lives when they touch maybe please *baby seal eyes*
excuse me while i apologize profusely
i would give you the title i have saved for this particular prompt but it’ll give too much away lol
anyway this’ll be fun
I sighed heavily, my hand gripping the pole tightly and trying to touch the least amount of people as possible. Downside of living in New York: there is a whole bunch of people everywhere. Especially on the the subway rush at five o’ clock every business day.
Another stop that wasn’t mine came, and more people climbed in, only a little bit going out. I squished myself closer to the pole, trying to make myself as little as possible.
Why my date had decided that meeting up at the restaurant at six on a Friday evening was a good idea was beyond me.
And that’s when something brushed against my butt and it happened.
It’s really hard to explain, but a lot of past memories and feelings and experiences flooded over me at once. Me dancing on stage alone wearing a mask made of linen covered in plaster, looking out at people dressed in togas seated on stone bleachers, one man in particular sitting in the front row, an indescribable look on his beautiful face. The same man uncountable years later; a different lifetime, handing me a newspaper telling about the Union victory, blushing hard. The same man in a dapper suit, a small and shy smile on his face as he stared at me, offering to take me away from the dreadful party. The man dressed in a tie-dye shirt and bellbottom jeans with a flower crown in his hair bestowing a flower crown onto me. And then a name came to me.
Back in present time, I whipped around, Will standing behind me with a shocked expression in his face. “Will?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at his hand, which was in mid-air.
“Nico?” he breathed, raising his hand and touching my face lightly. Yeah, that date that I was talking about earlier? It’s not happening anymore.
And here’s the question we’ve all been waiting for:
“Did you just touch my butt?”
Will blushed hard, and my heart leaped because I’d seen this so many times but somehow it was new and fresh and beautiful. “I’m sorry, someone bumped into me and I just-”
“Why are you apologizing? You’ve done a lot more than just touch my butt. You’ve actually-”
He covered my mouth with his hand, his face blazing red and his freckles standing out immensely. “That’s enough out of you,” he said, his words shaking a little bit, and I laughed behind his hand. “We’ve met in some awful strange ways, but I think this’ll make it to the wall of fame,” he muttered under his breath.
I kissed his hand, making him pull it back, his face getting even more red. “Personally, I think that one time you were running from the police because of the protest and jumped on my motorcycle was the weirdest.” I took out my phone, texting my date and apologizing profusely for leading them on. They said it was okay, and that they were happy for me.
Man, I feel like a dick.
“Were you about to go on a date?” Will questioned, raising an eyebrow with an almost scary look on his face. Emphasis on ‘almost.’
Rolling my eyes, I stuffed my phone back into my pocket. “Okay, at least I wasn’t about to marry someone-”
“That was one time!”
“-And I’m not forbidden from going on dates alright? It’s not like I remembered the thing missing from my life was you until now, and I was just trying to find some asshole like you.”
Will grinned, revealing that stupidly adorable gap in his front teeth that I had loved since the beginning. “I’m flattered.”
I glanced around, finding that a lot of people were staring, and Will and I had continually gotten closer. Our chests were only an inch or so apart. “Will, as much as I love seeing you again, I would really love it if we find a better place to chat because I’m feeling a bit crowded.”
“Can’t I kiss you first?”
My turn to blush. Which is silly because we’d done a lot more than kiss. The way we met sometimes involved a lot more than kissing. “Not in public,” I said, only stuttering a little bit.
“We’re lucky this is my stop,” Will whispered into my ear as he tugged me out of the subway car at the next stop.
“Is it really?” I asked breathlessly, a strange feeling of nostalgia and first love and a bunch of other mushy things overwhelming me.
“Not at all,” Will laughed, starting to pull me toward an alleyway. I blushed, about to protest, but then he pulled me away, heading more toward an apartment building. “Kidding. But how great would that be? Making out in an alleyway?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I muttered, and I could tell he heard me because he looked back with a crooked sort of smile, squeezing my hand as we fast-walked to the apartment building.
In the elevator, Will pressed the button labeled ‘10,’ and he looked over at me, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. “Restrain yourself,” I said, shaking my head and laughing a bit. I’d been in love with him for all the lives I’ve lived - of course I knew what that look meant.
The ride was excruciatingly long, and I could tell that Will thought so too by the way he was fidgeting and squeezing my hand at least twice every thirty seconds. The elevator doors dinged open, and he gave me a crooked smile, than sprinted to the last door on the right, dragging me along with him. He never was one to be patient.
As soon as he had the door open, he shoved me inside, closing it behind him. I was breathing heavily - not just from the sprinting.
He grabbed my face, pulling me to him and kissing me hard on the lips and I put my hands on his waist, trying to get closer closer closer. “I missed you,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against mine, looking at me with his tired blue sky eyes.
“You didn’t even remember I existed until you touched my butt earlier,” I replied, suppressing a smile.
“I know.” He folded me into his arms, squeezing me tight. “But I missed you.”
I smiled, full on this time, and buried my face in his chest, pressing my fingers into his back and trying not to cry because here he is again and I remember being scared I wouldn’t find him because that was always my biggest fear but he’s here and I’m here and we’re together like we should be. “I missed you, too.”
i like it but i don’t even know what’s happening anymore they say you can tell a writer’s soul by what they write so i wonder what this’ll make me
trash? yeah, that
[by the way, i have this named as 'reincarnated soul mates + 'accidental’ butt touching’ on my computer so… did will actually mean to touch nico’s butt?? probably. bad will.]