Sunday Snippet

I am having A Week(TM). I have no idea if this will help or hinder. But I'm doing it anyway. I'm still working on my childhood friends fic, but this week I had another idea. For a one shot. It is very much outside of my comfort zone. Like... way, way out. But no one I've told about it has talked me out of it yet, so you can blame @iwouldnevergetintofanfic, @purplehoodiesandclementines and @phneltwrites (who also all need huge thanks for getting me through this week 💜). Anyway. There's a fair chance this will come to absolutely nothing. I am nothing if not a scaredy cat. But here's a little snippet anyway.

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“I, uhm…” If Wille wasn’t mistaken, there was a blush forming high on Simon’s cheeks. Paired with the sweater paws, it made for a devastatingly adorable image. “I…” Simon let out an awkward laugh and shook his head.

“Simon,” Wille said, “do I need to be worried?”

“No! No. Sorry. I just— It’s awkward and—” His nostrils flared as he huffed out a determined breath before saying, “You and Nils have slept together, right?”

The question took Wille completely by surprise. Because… yes, they had. It was a fairly open secret. And Wille was pretty sure Simon knew. But he still hadn’t been expecting it.

“Yes…” he said, trying to keep his tone casual. “Why— Why do you ask?”

Wille returned to chopping the onions if only so that he didn’t have to meet Simon’s eyes. Simon seemed grateful for it too, because his next sentences came out a little more sure.

“Okay. I… thought so. It’s just… He’s, uhm, he’s… offered his services…” – Wille’s knife slipped – “to me.”

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Sunday Snippet

Since I posted the final chapter of Your Words Next To Mine this morning (!!), you get a snippet from my next project: childhood friends. I have already teased this a fair amount, but I can't remember which snippets I've posted because my tagging system is apparently shit. So. Sorry if this is a repeat.

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“Would you like a cup for your berries?” Wille asked in lieu of shaking the hand. It looked sticky, and whilst Wille was sure the grass stains on the seat of his own dark navy trousers would go unnoticed, he knew he wouldn’t be so lucky with blackberry juice on his pale blue shirt.

“Do you have one?” Simon asked, looking around.

“I can get one,” Wille said.

“Oh. No. That’s okay. I can hold them. Do you want one?”

Wille looking at the berries in Simon’s outstretched palm. They looked juicy and delicious and only a little bit squished.

“Erm…”

“Go on,” Simon said, pushing them forward and grabbing one for himself. Wille watched in fascination as Simon pushed the fruit past his own lips and grinned as it burst in his mouth, staining his lips and teeth slightly purple.

When Simon shook his hand in front of Wille’s face again, he tore his eyes away from Simon’s mouth and instead said, “What are you doing here? You’re not allowed.”

Suddenly, Simon’s fingers closed over his berries and he pulled them back to his chest, a frown on his face. Wille’s heart sank. He didn’t want there to be a frown on Simon’s face. 

“Yes I am,” Simon said. “My dad said we’re allowed to go anywhere we want.”

“Your dad’s a liar,” Wille said.

Simon’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Take that back,” he said. 

“No.” Wille crossed his arm and tilted his chin up like he’d watched Erik do.

🤭🤭🤭 fic where Simon grumpily admits to his friend and flatmate Wilhelm that his last few partners have basically let him do all the work, sexually, and sometimes he just wants to lay back, and they of course somehow stumble into Wilhelm offering to give Simon a pillow princess experience

So I got a little carried away and here we are, 3k later.

If you want to

Featuring "pillow princess" Simon and concerned roommate Wille.

3k, Explicit

Linked in title or read below <3

Found the best edit I’ve ever seen ohmygod

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"i had a haircut" oh wille! you don't need to tell him, he noticed that right away!!!

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Wille knows that laughing means sleeping on the couch, so he thinks of the lack of Simon’s warmth and the lack of morning cuddles and makes sure no sound akin to a laugh leaves his mouth. “Simon. From where I’m sitting, you look pretty drenched to me.”

Pretty drenched is putting it lightly. Simon is soaked. His coat is sticking to his body, his shoes made a squelching noise when he entered, and his curls are not curls, but wet, dripping hair.

He mutters something that Wilhelm can’t hear.

“C’mon, let’s get you a towel and dry clothes,” he says, standing up with a bounce in his step, heading towards their room. He picks out his own warmest jumper and joggers, then deposits them on the bathroom rail as he grabs a large, fluffy towel. Simon still stands by the doorway, having removed his coat, and is staring at him, unmoving. Maybe it’s a little unsettling- but to Wilhelm, it’s just endearing.

He bounds up to Simon and drags him to the bathroom. Together, they drag his shirt off. Wilhelm wraps him in the towel, and then wraps himself around Simon. 

Simon’s cold arms make their way around Wilhelm’s waist. “M’sorry,” he mumbles.

He hums. “That’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” Simon buries his face further into the crook of Wilhelm’s neck, inhaling deeply. “I don't want to take my anger out on you, I know you’re trying to help. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“I get how stressed you are right now, it’s-” But he pauses when Simon squeezes him even tighter. Like he’s trying to mould them into one. Wilhelm holds him close, pressing a kiss to his damp curls. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

— prtygal777