#fic teaser not really but I rlly need to just sit down and write old chuckwill before I explode

[slowmo-yo-yo]

Chuckwill slowdancing in their kitchen in their house in their 50s. Chuckies stumbling a lil bit cause his knees fucked up but Will supports his weight. Wills got a new pair of glasses that he’s showing off tonight and Chuckie can’t stop complimenting them even if they are just glasses but they’re on Will so they look amazing. Wills mostly grey now, his hair thinning out on the sides and chuckie thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He’s heard of silver foxes but never really got the appeal. Greasy old men with grey hair and a fashion sense so what, why should he care, just a reminder that he’s getting older. But when he sees Will with his silver hair, new black frames, his blue eyes replaced with a soft grey, with a little pudge around his middle and he has the audacity to flash that gorgeous smile at Chuckie, he just melts. Feels almost unfair that he gets to keep this; that he gets to keep all of Will. Call him greedy, sue him even. They have some soft music playing in the background on their portable Bluetooth speaker, what a concept. They just finished eating and Chuckies cleaning their plates in the sink while Will dozes off in his chair, same old same old. He’d clean a million plates if Will told him too, it doesn’t bother him. Wills soft snoring beside him is all the reward he needs. He hears him rise from his chair sometime after scraping off the last of the ziti from Wills plate (his mom’s recipe of course). He hears the speaker turn on behind him and he comes over to wrap his arms around Chuckies waist for the thousandth time. Chuckie understands instantly, dropping the plate hes currently holding to turn around in his arms, meeting Wills face and immediately getting the breath knocked out of him. If someone had told Chuckie 30 years ago that’d he’d be married to the love of his life and after all that time he’d still be madly in love, hed say fuck off. If someone had told him that person would be Will Hunting, he’d probably believe them. They hold eachother for awhile, shuffling slowly around their kitchen, in the home that they built together. Will rests his head in the crook of Chuckies neck, brushing up against his old man stuble. “Thank you” Will whispers and he can feel him start to smile into his neck. He’s saying thank you for a lot of things. Chuckie thinks he’s the luckiest guy in the world.