* — afternoon delight !

  " aw, fuck you. " it's his house. if he wants to walk from the shower to the bedroom bare as the day he was born — that's his prerogative. he's not entirely bare, though — not with a towel wrapped around his waist. he's mostly dried off now, though large drops of water still stubbornly cling to blond locks. " you're jus' waitin' for me to drop the towel — starin' at me like a piece of fuckin' meat. "

  it should feel weird, seeing chuckie in a t-shirt and boxers, laying in his bed. (in his and ness' bed, his brain unhelpfully supplies.) but that's not really it, is it? it feels normal, right. chuckie on the left — or is it right? stage right, whatever — side of the bed, where he belongs, opposite of ness' right — god damn it, stage left — side. will, as always, in the middle. like he belonged there, like the three of them were always supposed to slot together. maybe they were.

  will behaves — enough at least, in that he does retrieve a pair of boxer briefs from his drawer. (levels, too, a hard glare at his partner when he jokingly suggests he try one of ness' panties ... but chuckie does blush at the joke, so maybe will'll file that away for future use. NOT NESS', but ... he'll have a chat with his wife tomorrow. WHATEVER.) anything more than that, though, feels too daunting, not when he's so goddamn tired, and exhausted, and chuckie's there, waiting.

  his whole body freezes at the contact, and will can feel the fight or flight instincts kicking in. he's working on it, desperately, trying to beg them to quiet down, at least where sigyn is concerned.

  SHE IS SAFE. he tells his stupid fucking broken brain, over and over, that sigyn is safe. that he wants to be here, with her.

  SHE IS A MOTHER. more than that, will thinks, as he lets himself wrap his arms back around her. hugs, not from ness or chuckie, or even morgan when the idiot gets himself too sloshed, still feel foreign. but it's warm, and it's kind, and it's enough to make him want to cry.

  SHE IS HOME. in part, anyway, and the feeling of the kiss to his temple lingers, warm and soft. this is what he should've had his entire life. people always talk at him, about how he owes this and that to himself. he owes achievement, excellence. what about him? what was he owed? this.

  SHE IS HIS MOTHER. biology means nothing, not in the grand scheme of things. who gives a fuck who pushed him out of her uterus? who gives a fuck who decided to be a shitty sperm donor that wrought him upon the world? this, this woman choosing him, (even if not at first), choosing to love him. who has forgiven him time and again. and again. and again. will's pretty fucking good at telling when people are bullshitting him — and maybe it's just stupid, simple, wistfulness, but will just can't believe she's anything but sincere. this is his mom. in every way that matters.

  nessa's known him his entire life, just about. only maybe a year, two?, less than chuckie. but she knows him so much more intimately, in every sense of the word. chuckie's seen him shirtless, for all sorts of reasons, sure, but ness has been the only one allowed to look at him. he's in her bed, now — he'll have to sneak back out later, before mama gets home, and he'd thanked god a few times that louie had his own bullshit date.

  it's much more comfortable to lay on his stomach, here, the comforter half - over him, a leg exposed, much of his upper back bare. nessa, sitting next to him, tracing constellations out of his freckles, soft pad of her index finger tracing long - faded scars. she settles on a newer one, and he doesn't have to turn to look at her to know she's frowning when she asks. it's an ugly one, right at the base of his ribcage, only finally healed up. the bruise around it is so, so much worse, but she's gentle enough that he barely feels anything.

  he knows exactly which one she's referring to, but will's a smartass first and foremost, of course, so : " pretty sure those're your claw marks, baby. " he can feel her rolling her eyes at him, and the gentlest poke at the bruise tells him she didn't find it funny. " you know where i got that one, " he answers, turning his head away from her, pressing the side of his face into her plush pillow. " was that or the belt. " a long pause, before he sighs, letting his eyes flutter shut.

  " jesus, man, don't go after me. " he's already breaking some of larusso's rules, probably, outside the dojo with a lit cigarette in one hand. the comment, though, prompts both hands up, palms out, in a half - hearted attempt at a defense. he's not afraid of the kid, even if he is some kind of champ, or whatever. (unlike these martial artist types, will's never had to play by any rules. no such thing as fighting dirty when there's no "clean" way to scrap.) but even with the kid's outrage, something tells him he's not going to have to worry about him lashing out. physically, anyway.

  babies terrify him. conceptually, he doesn't give a shit. whatever, he used to be a child too, probably. he's babysat billy's little brother a few times. (whose bright idea it was to put him in charge of a child — that's anyone's guess.) but he knows the drill. a new child comes into a family, and they're all that matter.

  and he's never minded that before. hell, he still doesn't ; that would imply that he was part of the family. that he was important enough to make a difference when someone else joined. and now there's two — TWO. he's been stepping softly, trying to keep himself scarce. loki's caught him more often than he's happy to admit, but there've been far less nights spent at this home since the twins came home than he had before ... at least, when he's sitting at the larusso home, mama never makes him feel like he's a burden, and offers him seconds at dinner. ma sullivan pretends not to hear the kid sneaking up the stairs to her son's room, pretends it's coincidence that she leaves two cereal bowls on the kitchen table the next morning.

  sigyn has never once made him feel like a burden. will doesn't want to imply that, never — but he's been around the block a few times before ... it's just a matter of time before a teenager makes navigating life with two — TWO — babies unbearable. and if he can keep himself scarce, maybe he can help take that weight off her shoulders. (off both their shoulders.)

sunshowers. i love the imagery for will — something "terrible" (rain) breaking through something "good" (sunshine) ... or is it the "good" (sun) still surviving despite the "bad" (rain)??? will is a mess of contradictions, and is the very definition of surviving then thriving despite being in some of the worst circumstances a kid could find himself in.

on the other hand, the often-cited cultural tie to the devil that sunshowers have feels very relevant to mr. cannot control his rage / has only ever known violence. he is not the violent man, at least not where partners / family / etc is concerned, but he's always been the recipient of it. he is, to many others, the violent party — and it's not something he wants to admit to. but, well. he never learned how to control it. he's a little unpredictable. he doesn't want to be. he will never not be.

001. @playmath , will hunting. ( good will hunting ) 002. @mallratcomics , view askewniverse multimuse. 003. @inbelief , general multimuse. 004. @alivefor , shannon beck. ( fandomless oc )

is your muse a morning person or a night person?

is your muse a particularly picky eater? what foods do they refuse to eat?

001. would will consider himself an extrovert or introvert?

he considers himself an introvert, though he really does straddle the line between the two. he's very charming, and can be quite sociable — especially when you put him in a bar, or at a game. but he much prefers to stay in within his circle, or in his comfort zones. he doesn't like letting people in — or really making the effort to meet new people, at least, not in a significant capacity. he very much recharges in social gatherings / locations / etc, but is much more comfortable in smaller two - three person groups.

002. is will a morning person or a night person?

definitely a night owl. you're likely to catch him out at a bar or something like that at night, especially when he's with the guys. sure, he gets up early — for work, for classes, for therapy (thank god sean preferred the afternoon ; thank god his new therapist lets him schedule for after work.) — but he definitely hits the snooze button a ton of times, and usually to the point that it annoys nessa enough to wake him up too ; he likes his sleep.

003. is will a particularly picky eater? what foods does he refuse to eat?