#haven’t posted a chuckwill ramble in a week and I’m losing my mind

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Huge fan of just the plain intimacy of chuckwill. Something about yearning for years for your best friend, yearning for his touch, his attention, the feeling of his lips on yours, wanting and wanting so hard for years and years and not speaking up about it because theres no way he would actually reciprocate those feelings. And you think with time you’ll be able to brush it off but no. The longer you feel these feelings the stronger they get and the more time you spend burying them. Like they’re yearning for YEARS and they’re yearning hard. Will seeing chuckie getting with girls every other week w his dashing good looks and charm and when will finally gets with Skylar, Chuckie can’t help but think he missed his chance. They spend forever in this game of will they won’t they and it just gets more painful as the years go on. BUT LO AND BEHOLD, after a very hot, excruciating, isolating year in California, Will realizes if he doesn’t act on these feelings they’ll kill him cause they’re eating him from the inside out. Will drags his sorry ass back to Boston, confesses, they get together AND FINALLY THEY CAN ACT ON THESE FEELINGS.

Chuckie waking up every morning and spending a good 10 minutes just watching will sleep, appreciating the view that he spent so long hoping and praying for. Brushing the hair out of his eyes, listening to his soft snoring, feeling the warmth of a body next to him, and he has to resist urge to just crawl right back into bed and hold him till noon. Like “oh this guy that I’ve been in love with since I was 10, I can finally call him mine and I’m gonna show it and make sure everyone knows it”. PDA galore, kissing in bars and dancing together, lots of holding hands and hanging off eachothers shoulders. I religiously believe that chuckie likes to lean all his weight onto Will and just hang on his shoulders when standing gets boring. They’re like those annoying couples in line that can’t take their hands off eachother.

But also in private too, intimate touches in the kitchen while cooking dinner, laying in eachothers laps while watching whatever’s on while they play with eachother hair. Lots and lots of kissing. Sometimes they’ll make out and have to break because it’s hot, they’re both beat red, and it feels too good and one of them on the verge of passing out. But I feel like their kisses never loose their sparkle either. Every kiss is something new and different and amazing. Years and years of longing finally cultivate into this beautiful appreciation of all the small moments of intimacy between them. Touches to the lower back, kissing old scars, massages, and just plain close proximity to one another. Feeling the other without seeing him. Knowing he’s there and will be there when he wakes up. Finally within reach and finally his.

Anyway this quotes very them and they make out sloppy all the time. The one song by The Cure about making out till you pass out always reminds me of them, I feel like they do that all the time. And sometimes it’s just a prolonged kiss that gets them all red and giggly. This continues to happen into their 50s and they think it’s going to stop but it never does. Perks of being in love!