nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:
♔ :Finding your muse wearing their clothes
it’s abnormally hot out for this time of year, even considering the kind of summer that they’ve been having. it’s that in between weather were it’s hot enough that you’re sweating but the water in the pools are too cold. lucky enough for him he’s been inside the store all day which just so happens to be air conditioned ( his drive home was a little hot considering, but he doesn’t really mind ).
as soon as he pulls into the driveway he can hear the commotion in the backyard. not bad commotion, but there’s something going on and he has to admit he’s interested.
walking through the house he lets his things rest on the table, before he makes his way outside. he’s assuming that all four of the girls ( his mother, the twins and anna ; who had been there for a little while before school starts up again ) are outside. there are glasses of his mothers homemade lemonade in a pitcher, empty beer bottles on the table and some plates with crumbs left behind. he waves to his mom whose on one of the lawn chairs before he notices anything.
his gaze travels to the three girls running around the yard with water guns shooting each other and shrieking when they’ve been hit. nothing too bad, he guesses, but it sure does explain the noise he’d heard when he got out of the car. what he doesn’t expect to see is anna, running around with the biggest of the three water guns in her bathing suit and one of his baseball tee’s.
now it isn’t bad enough that he literally lives to see her wearing his clothes, but he’s in front of his mother ( who is the biggest shipper of their relationship ) and his two younger sisters ( that think anna is literally the best women, besides their mother, to walk the earth ) and he’s probably staring at her with the dumbest, most love stricken look on his face. thankfully the three of them aren’t paying him much attention, though he knows his mother is. it feels like his heart stops for a second, stomach flipping over itself at the sight. atlas is literally speechless.
for him he thinks that anna looks the most beautiful when she’s torn down, sweaty from dancing, no make-up, just got out of bed look. how she can manage to make a pair of sweat pants look like a red carpet dress. or how her messy bun can rival any three hour up-do. this is no different, it’s almost as if the shirt was made for her and no one else.
the cold water to his chest and face distract him from his thoughts. evidently he’s been staring off for a bit longer than he’d thought. he wipes the water from his face and sees the sun staring right at him, giant smile plastered across her face, the water gun rested in her hands. she looks so fucking pleased with herself. “what’re you waiting for?” and fucking runs off.
atlas looks to the side, sees another water gun on the table, waiting for him. he kicks off his shoes, grabs the gun and runs after her.
he’s so smitten, so absolutely positively in love with her.
