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Reincarnated Soulmates who remember past lives when they touch maybe please *baby seal eyes*

excuse me while i apologize profusely

sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry

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

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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.

Will Solace.

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.”

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uh

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.]

Thanks for the prompt!!!

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“Captain, the deck is on fire,” Leo yelled, bursting into Percy’s quarters. Percy jumped, turning to glare at Leo, who’s clothes were torn and hair was singed.

“Then fix it.”

“It’s a fire, sir. Not a loose gear,” Leo responded, trying his best not to be too disrespectful. “And besides that, di Angelo is the one who caused the fire. Once it’s started, it can’t be put out.” Percy let out a slew of curses, some that he’d never even knew existed until they flew from his mouth.

“How’s the crew?” Leo shifted uncomfortably, wondering if they should really be having such casual conversation if the deck was literally on fire at this very moment.

“Annabeth, Piper, Jason, and Hedge are fighting best they can, and Hazel and Frank are trying to douse the fire. To no avail, of course.” At this, Percy finally stood, gesturing for Leo to walk quickly behind him.

“Reinforcements?”

“Hedge contacted Captain Underwood. He should be arriving soon.” Percy hummed in response, surveying the deck. Green fire was everywhere, and Hazel and Frank were busy pouring sea water on it, but the flames only burned brighter. Piper and Jason were fighting two skeletal pirates each, ripping off their limbs and throwing them far away, only to have the limbs fly back into place. Annabeth was fighting against a woman called Reyna, which looked like an even match. And Hedge was swatting at other skeletal pirates, taunting them and pushing his wooden club between their ribs. Skeletal pirates were hauling crates of Percy’s collected riches onto di Angelo’s ship, some being intercepted by either Hazel or Frank, but most were able to get through.

Above all this madness, Percy spotted di Angelo himself, standing on the lookout post and looking down, wiggling his fingers to control the skeletal pirates in amusement. He looked same as always, dark hair wild and curly, dark eyes glinting with the fire, and the scars on his biceps stretching any time he had to flex, which was quite often given his pulling at the marionette strings of his pirates. Upon seeing Percy, his face brightened, and he jumped down from the post, landing with a thud in front of him whilst still controlling his pirates with his wiggling fingers.

“Captain Jackson, what a wonderful surprise! Ah, it seems that one of your faithful subordinates hasn’t got a skeleton to deal with,” he said looking at Leo with a grin. “I can fix that.” With a flick of his wrist and a flash of black and green, a skeletal pirate appeared beside Leo and lunged at him. Leo responded immediately, pulling out his sword and blocking the thrust.

“Captain-“

“I’ll be fine. Stay safe.” Leo nodded and stepped away, leading the skeleton away from the two captains.

Captain di Angelo laughed, playing with the invisible strings in his hands. “How noble; how heroic! ‘Stay safe.’ Ha! I have no intention of hurting your crew, Jackson.” Percy drew his sword, raising it cautiously to di Angelo’s throat.

“Then why the pirates? Why the fire?” He laughed again, seemingly unafraid of the sword.

“All to get your attention, I’m afraid. It just so happens that I want your gold, but you are the main target.” His fingers were still moving wildly, the skeletal pirates attacking Percy’s crew perfectly, despite the fact that di Angelo had his back turned to the fights and his attention was directed at only Percy.

“Why?”

Across the deck, Reyna shouted, “because he’s taken a fancy to you, Captain Jackson!” Percy’s face felt a tad bit hotter than before, and he had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fire.

“The ‘why’ is none of your business, I’m afraid. Maybe next time. Until then-” Di Angelo blew a kiss at Percy, his fingers stopping their wild dance as every skeletal pirate disappeared in green smoke, and then he ran, jumping onto his ship which was steering itself beside Percy’s. Reyna was soon to follow, blowing her own kiss to Annabeth, who blew hers in turn. The ladies winked at each other, then Reyna was gone.

Captain di Angelo slapped a hand to his forehead. “Almost forgot,” he said, snapping his fingers. All at once, the green fire was enveloped in a black shadow swirl, disappearing within seconds. And then di Angelo’s ship was gone quite the same way.

Percy cursed under his breath. One day, he’d make that crazed necromancer pirate explain himself, and maybe Percy would figure out why his heart beat faster every time said crazed necromancer showed up. Until then, he’d have to explain once more why he’d called for Captain Underwood’s reinforcements when seemingly nothing was wrong.

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Hey this is based off that pirate au thing. I didn’t come up with au, but I don’t know who did so… but eh, I felt like doing some percico so here ya go. Bonus points to me for adding side reynabeth. Byeee~

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“Captain, the deck is on fire," Leo yelled, bursting into Percy's quarters. Percy jumped, turning to glare at Leo, who's clothes were torn and hair was singed. “Then fix it." “It's a fire, sir. Not a loose gear," Leo responded, trying his best not to be too disrespectful. “And besides that, di Angelo is the one who caused the fire. Once it's started, it can't be put out." Percy let out a slew of curses, some that he'd never even knew existed until they flew from his mouth. “How's the crew?" Leo shifted uncomfortably, wondering if they should really be having such casual conversation if the deck was literally on fire at this very moment. “Annabeth, Piper, Jason, and Hedge are fighting best they can, and Hazel and Frank are trying to douse the fire. To no avail, of course." At this, Percy finally stood, gesturing for Leo to walk quickly behind him. “Reinforcements?" “Hedge contacted Captain Underwood. He should be arriving soon." Percy hummed in response, surveying the deck. Green fire was everywhere, and Hazel and Frank were busy pouring sea water on it, but the flames only burned brighter. Piper and Jason were fighting two skeletal pirates each, ripping off their limbs and throwing them far away, only to have the limbs fly back into place. Annabeth was fighting against a woman called Reyna, which looked like an even match. And Hedge was swatting at other skeletal pirates, taunting them and pushing his wooden club between their ribs. Skeletal pirates were hauling crates of Percy's collected riches onto di Angelo's ship, some being intercepted by either Hazel or Frank, but most were able to get through. Above all this madness, Percy spotted di Angelo himself, standing on the lookout post and looking down, wiggling his fingers to control the skeletal pirates in amusement. He looked same as always, dark hair wild and curly, dark eyes glinting with the fire, and the scars on his biceps stretching any time he had to flex, which was quite often given his pulling at the marionette strings of his pirates. Upon seeing Percy, his face brightened, and he jumped down from the post, landing with a thud in front of him whilst still controlling his pirates with his wiggling fingers. “Captain Jackson, what a wonderful surprise! Ah, it seems that one of your faithful subordinates hasn't got a skeleton to deal with," he said looking at Leo with a grin. “I can fix that." With a flick of his wrist and a flash of black and green, a skeletal pirate appeared beside Leo and lunged at him. Leo responded immediately, pulling out his sword and blocking the thrust. “Captain-" “I'll be fine. Stay safe." Leo nodded and stepped away, leading the skeleton away from the two captains. Captain di Angelo laughed, playing with the invisible strings in his hands. “How noble; how heroic! 'Stay safe.' Ha! I have no intention of hurting your crew, Jackson." Percy drew his sword, raising it cautiously to di Angelo's throat. “Then why the pirates? Why the fire?" He laughed again, seemingly unafraid of the sword. “All to get your attention, I'm afraid. It just so happens that I want your gold, but you are the main target." His fingers were still moving wildly, the skeletal pirates attacking Percy's crew perfectly, despite the fact that di Angelo had his back turned to the fights and his attention was directed at only Percy. “Why?" Across the deck, Reyna shouted, “because he's taken a fancy to you, Captain Jackson!" Percy's face felt a tad bit hotter than before, and he had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fire. “The 'why' is none of your business, I'm afraid. Maybe next time. Until then-" Di Angelo blew a kiss at Percy, his fingers stopping their wild dance as every skeletal pirate disappeared in green smoke, and then he ran, jumping onto his ship which was steering itself beside Percy's. Reyna was soon to follow, blowing her own kiss to Annabeth, who blew hers in turn. The ladies winked at each other, then Reyna was gone. Captain di Angelo slapped a hand to his forehead. “Almost forgot," he said, snapping his fingers. All at once, the green fire was enveloped in a black shadow swirl, disappearing within seconds. And then di Angelo's ship was gone quite the same way. Percy cursed under his breath. One day, he'd make that crazed necromancer pirate explain himself, and maybe Percy would figure out why his heart beat faster every time said crazed necromancer showed up. Until then, he'd have to explain once more why he'd called for Captain Underwood's reinforcements when seemingly nothing was wrong. ~ Hey this is based off that pirate au thing. I didn't come up with au, but I don't know who did so... but eh, I felt like doing some percico so here ya go. Bonus points to me for adding side reynabeth. Byeee~

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“Arilda!” My shoulders tensed and I walked faster, pulling my manga closer to my face in an attempt to hide my face. Now was not the time for that idiot to come prancing into my school life. He may be my brother’s friend, but that didn’t mean I had to be nice to him.

After all, I was still kind of embarrassed by how we first met. I was only wearing a sports bra and a pair of gym shorts. When did I become the protag in a shojo manga?

“Arilda,” Adam whined, jogging up next to me. I ignored him, pretending to read Teppen, but the truth was, I’d already finished it. I’d only pulled this out of my bag to see if Adam would leave me alone if I’d looked busy. He hadn’t. “Arilda.” He pronounced every syllable separately, kind of like the way Makoto Tachibana had done with Haru. Oh, God, Ettie, pay attention to the loser before he does something that reminds you of Free! again.

“I’ve told you exactly three times now. I go by Ettie. Not Arilda. Get it?”

Adam grinned, looking so proud that he’d finally caught my attention. “Got it,” he said, accompanied by a saluting gesture that I probably would’ve snorted at if it wasn’t Adam. With Adam, I couldn’t show that I took the least bit of interest in him or else he’d get that weird really happy look on his face. He’d basically turned me into a tsundere. Almost as bad as Misaki Ayzawa, but Usui wasn’t all puppy dog like with her. Only when he wanted to piss her off.

“What do you want?” I demanded, pulling myself out of my Maid-sama thoughts and stuffing Teppen into my bag.

“You’re so cruel, Arilda,” he said, his face going into a pout. I kind of liked that expression on him. Oh, God, Ettie, now you’re a sadist. Like Tenjoh-senpai.

I glared at Adam, half for the use of my first name, and half for reminding me of Bojou no Kiss. Now was not the time for that. “Whatever. Now tell me what you want. I’m already late for my front office thing, so-“

“Oh, I just wanted to walk you there.” I blinked, suddenly realizing that everything was blurry and I didn’t have my glasses on. Good job, Ettie. And then my thoughts went back on track.

“You’ll be late.” I vaguely felt my head tilt approximately 48° to the right, and I was suddenly very aware that I was turning into a shojo manga protag. I hid the tilt by flicking my eyes down to my bag and searching through it to find my glasses case. Slipping on my glasses, Adam’s annoyingly hot features got annoyingly hotter.

He shrugged his shoulders, and his shaggy dirty blond hair ruffled in a wind I wasn’t aware was there. What the hell was with this shojo atmosphere? “I’m already late, so it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Whatever. Just stop walking so close to me.” He laughed, and I turned my head away so I wouldn’t see the shojo bubbles. This isn’t a manga, or some shitty romance story written by an under-experienced writer. Who the hell would make an otaku the main character, anyway?

“You know, sometimes it feels like you kinda ignore me. Do you actually do that, or am I just paranoid?” Yes, I actually do that, and no, you aren’t being paranoid. But the way he said it made me think he tries to get noticed by me…

“Weird question, but when’s you’re birthday?” A sudden thought had occurred to me and I was hoping I was wrong.

“It’s in November,” he answered, not even asking about my change of topic or anything. November. Shit. I was right.

Considering my birthday was in February and we were in the same grade, Adam was essentially my senpai. He was trying to get noticed by me. Suddenly this was Ouran High School Host Club.

“Arilda, what’s wrong? You look kind of mad.” He had somehow started waking closer to me.

“Stop calling me Arilda, and, Jesus Christ, stop trying to get my attention. I am not the protag.” I looked up at him to show him how serious I was, which was in fact very serious. An otaku is not meant to be the protag, especially not in the ‘senpai gets noticed’ categories. That was just wrong.

Adam, however, was not experienced in the world of shojo manga and anime, so he just laughed. “Arilda, you’re so weird. This is why I like you,” he said with a smile. He gave me a quick hug, which seemed to me like it lasted forever, what with the heat of his arms around my waist and his hands on my back lingering for more than what was needed, and then he was gone.

Oh, get over yourself, Ettie. He didn’t mean ‘like’ as in ‘love.’ That would be ridiculous. Nevertheless, my cheeks were burning, and I was silently cussing out any shojo-addicted being that may be controlling my fate. An otaku was not supposed to be the protag, but for this twisted story, it looked like that was just what would happen.

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Lol this story has been causing a shit storm in my mind for months and this is my first time putting it into an actual story format. I know it’s not a fanfic, but this is my writing blog and this is my writing so… Yeah. I’ll take suggestions for the rest of time and if you want more of my OCs just ask. Byee~

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casual reminder that i have created another blog for writing shit and stuff that is called pessimistic-writer and i have officially posted a willico fic

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      It had been five years since the war with Gaea had ended and I had (almost) achieved in getting him out of my mind. Sure, he had been, what, fourteen at the time? But I still felt like I had been on top of the world when I had stood next to him even though we contrasted so greatly. I felt like my dad’s super hot and shiny sun car he likes to show off anytime he’d ever smile at me, but that was in the past.

     He didn’t keep his promise, if that’s what you’re wondering. According to Jason, he had told him that he’d stay, maybe redesign the Hades cabin, and help the camps get along. Not even a month later he was gone with a small ‘See you soon!’ letter taped to my forehead when I had woken up the morning he’d left. Not that I’d slept with him, or anything. He probably just shadow-traveled into my room, or something.

     I shook my head, clearing out my thoughts of him. He was gone and he probably wasn’t coming back.

     As I walked out of my cabin, Annabeth ran toward me, wavy ponytail flying behind her and cheeks red. “Will! I’ve been looking all over for you!” She grabbed onto my shoulders to steady herself, and it was then that it struck me that a jog around camp wouldn’t get Annabeth so winded. Something’s up, and I don’t mean my dad’s fiery ball of gas.

     ”What’s wrong?” I ask, putting a hand on her forehead and pulling out her tiredness. She straightened, taking a deep breath, and looked at me with sincere gray eyes.

   ”He’s back.”

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     I saw him leaning against Thalia’s tree, his arms crossed as he talked animatedly with Jason, Percy, and a couple of other people I vaguely recognized. I felt a twinge in my heart at the sight of his smiling and healthy face. His skin tone was back to the olive it should be.

    Jason caught my eye and waved me over, but he didn’t notice, continuing with his story. The little twinge in my heart quickly turned to anger.

    Striding over to him, I pointed an accusatory finger directly at his chest, which was no longer skin and bone, and had a plain white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up stretched across it. I tried not to get distracted.

     ”Where. Have. You. Been?!” I screeched, ramming my finger into his chest. Electric currents shot through my finger and traveled through his veins to check for any injuries he might be hiding, just in case. Nothing. He was perfectly healthy. “Nico di Angelo, you said you were going to stay here, and then you disappear for five years. What the Tartarus, man?!”

     The people around us backed away, as if sensing how serious I was. He opened his mouth to answer, but then a generic phone ringer went off. Everyone immediately looked at Annabeth, who was the only one who really had a phone, but she shook her head.

He laughed nervously, pulling out a mobile flip phone from the back pocket of his black slacks, making the material of his shirt stretch even tighter against his shirt. It was then that I noticed the black swirls running down both his arms. I gave him a look, but he ignored me, flipping his phone open and answering with a quick ‘di Angelo.’

Everyone stood there for a second as he stood there, phone held to his cheek and right hand stuffed into his pocket. “I see. I’ll be there, don’t worry.” A pause. He glanced over at me, dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “Hey, do you mind if I bring a student teacher? He’ll be great with the them, I promise.” Another pause. His entire face lit up and I was suddenly reminded of the version of him when he first arrived here, back when he was ten and he was happy. “Great. And, before I let you go, congratulations. On the wedding, I mean.” And with that, he hung up, a grin on his face.

“What the hell was that about?” I demanded, crossing my arms. He just gave me a smile and looked at everyone else standing near us.

“Bad news, everyone. I’m leaving again.” A chorus of rejections. I tried to butt in, but he stopped me, putting a slender hand in front of my face. “Good news, I get to work with those demigods in California again, and I’m bringing Will with me.” Annabeth and Jason both gave me a suggestive look, wiggling their eyebrows up and down. Upon realizing what they were doing, Percy and the others joined in, and I stuck my tongue out at them. He pretended not to notice.

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He had pulled me to a car waiting at the base of the hill outside of camp within minutes, saying his goodbyes and then mine when I found that my tongue didn’t work. When we were in the car and driving away, I finally found my voice. “What the hell?”

“I guess I owe you an explanation, ” he said, running a hand through his unruly black hair. I can only agree. “To get this started, I didn’t tell anyone else, so don’t feel like I left you out, or anything. Also, I meant to get back sooner, like I’d said, but…” He grinned, taking his eyes off the road for a couple seconds to look me in the eyes. “I got caught up in the sunny California weather, and before I knew it, I had gone from killing a low-level monster to substituting at a high school where a couple of demigods are. I finally got to my senses and came back, but Iris needs me to sub so she can go on her honeymoon. I brought you with me because, well, the only things that really told me to come back was Jason, who wouldn’t stop hugging me after that first time, and you, who demanded I get my rest.” His fingers drummed against the steering wheel, his lips turned up into a crooked half-smile that showed off a dimple that was there, but wasn’t there at the same time. “And I did. I guess I felt like I owed you. So you’re coming with me.”

I leaned back in my seat, letting out a breath. All these years, he had remembered. He had been planning on coming back. And I had told myself to forget. “Two thing I don’t get; you used technology and no monsters so far. And we’re driving. You seem healthy, so it wouldn’t be hard to shadow-travel, considering your powers have probably grown.”

“Leo gave me this experimental model of a mobile phone that doesn’t attract monsters. And-”

“Wait. Leo? He’s dead, though, right?” I distinctly remembered his funeral, where not a single eye was dry, including mine. The funeral that we waited weeks to get over with because we were so in denial.

He laughed. “Of course he’s not dead. It takes more than a little fire to kill a guy like that permanently. Anyway, no shadow-travel because a) road trips are fun and Iris gave me the privilege of contacting me a week before because she knew I was coming back here. And b) a certain someone told me not to shadow-travel so I don’t overstep my boundries.” He said it in a monotone and nothing on his face gave anything away, but we both knew he was talking about me.

“I can’t believe you remember that.” I noticed he was the type of driver that couldn’t keep still; he was either drumming his fingers or scratching at the leather wheel absently with his fingernails. He looked over at me and flashed a grin with his half there and half not dimple.

“Well, I mean, I’ve taken less accidental trips to China and I don’t wear myself out so much. And besides, I have to remember those types things, right? They were doctor’s orders, right?” I looked down at my lap, a smile tugging at my lips.

“Right.” There was no telling what might happen on this road trip, or what new things I might learn about him, or what might happen when we get there, but I liked the start. I liked being in the passenger’s seat beside him while he drummed on the steering wheel. Who knows? I might grow to love it.

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Ayyy who’s up for some really dumb willico shit?? *raises hand* What a way to start off this new blog. With gay nerd. Yes. May or may not be doing a sequel. Who knows?