#sunday snippet

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

sunday snippet

next chapter of dead draw is officially with @the-navistar-carol for beta reading/editing! so coming soon. here is a snippet from a different chapter.

some minor spoilers (?) that you might not be happy about lmao

Anger was not an emotion Wilhelm associated with Felice. He never got angry with her, and he never felt she was angry with him. They knew each other better than that. Or, at least, they had. Maybe not so much anymore.  “What?” he snapped. He hadn’t spoken to her since she’d sent that kid to spy on him, and he wasn’t inclined to. Every message she’d sent him had gone ignored, which wasn’t hard because she stopped texting him very much at all after he’d been disqualified.  They were not on good terms. For the first time in his entire life, Wilhelm thought he might have hated her.  “He’s improving,” Felice said flatly. As if Wilhelm was supposed to know what she meant. As if there was no context needed for them to have this conversation.  And there wasn’t. Because of course Wilhelm knew exactly who they were speaking about.  “Who?” He feigned his ignorance, as if she wouldn’t see right through him. It wouldn’t matter – she could only use his lies against him if he fessed up, and he had no plans to. She had no proof, and he knew that.  “Simon.” There was no hesitation in her voice. This was not a question. She wasn’t asking if Wilhelm was involved – she was telling him she already knew.

welp...

[beccawise7]

Sunday Snippet. 💜🖤

“Going after a dream has a price. It may mean abandoning our habits, it may make us go through hardships, or it may lead us to disappointment. But however costly it may be, it is never as high as the price paid by people who didn’t live.”

— Paul Coelho

[alltoowille]

Sunday snippet

From a little post-abdication one shot I kinda forgot about <3 enjoy

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He danced in the street at 2 in the morning leaving a bar, skipping and howling at the star speckled sky with too much tequila burning in his veins.

He ran long distances—5 kilometers, 10 kilometers, one day leaving and not coming home for nearly two hours, winding down the river for miles and miles.

The next day his knees throbbed and he placed a bag of frozen peas on one, frozen corn on the other. Simon placed a hand on his cheek and looked concerned. Wille shook his head and Simon pursed his lips to the side before kissing his forehead and letting it go.

He bought a bike to save his knees, biked for hours, tried to feel free.

He shaved his head again as soon as it started to grow out.

Simon came in while he was halfway through and took the clippers, tilting Wille’s head down with his hand to shave up the back.

His wordless support overwhelmed Wilhelm beyond comprehension, and by the time Simon nudged his head back up for him to look in the mirror, his cheeks were streaked with tears.

“Baby,” Simon whispered, clicking them off and wrapping his arms around Wilhelm, whose shoulders were tacky with a light sheen of sweat and coated in tiny little hairs that had fallen from the clippers. Wilhelm clutched Simon’s torso and held on tight to his own wrists. He dug his nails into his skin violently and his whole body shook.

That night Simon whispered to their bedroom ceiling.

“Sometimes I wish I knew what was happening in your head,” he said.

Wilhelm didn’t answer for a long time.

“When I find out I’ll let you know,” he finally replied, his voice guilty and sincere.

“Promise?” Simon repeated, rolling over to look at Wilhelm.

Wilhelm nodded and held out his pinky to link with Simon’s with a serious expression.

Their pinkies linked, their gazes linked.

Simon reached for the back of Wilhelm’s head and pulled him close, rubbing his hand back and forth over the soft fuzz.

Wilhelm cried again.

[beccawise7]

Sunday thoughts. 💜🖤

[elvensorceress]

sunday snippet

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Eddie’s at the dining room table with his tablet when they walk through the door. “You two have fun?” 

Chris nods, walks over to his dad, whispers something Buck can’t hear. And then Eddie strokes Chris’ hair and kisses his forehead. “I know,” Eddie tells Chris. “Me too.” 

While Chris goes to his room, Buck sets takeout on the table and sits next to Eddie. “Did you eat while we were out?”

Eddie doesn’t answer but does look appropriately guilty.

Yeah. That’s what Buck thought. Anxiety, nausea, empty stomach. He nudges the bag of take out toward Eddie. “Huli huli chicken, macaroni salad, and garlic pineapple fried rice. We ate before we came home. Figured you’d be hungry.”

Eddie sighs. “Thank you.” He trades the bag takeout with the tablet in his hand and hands said tablet over to Buck. “I found some places. Near the station, near Maddie and Chimney. A couple have really nice kitchens, all of them have elevators. One has a state of the art gym set up and another has a nice pool. All within your price range. They mostly look like boring blank boxes, but once you unpack, they’d probably be fine. No different than here anyway.” 

Buck stares at all the open tabs, all the apartment buildings, all the listings. Eddie found places. Eddie found options for places that fit all of Buck’s wishlist. 

Buck doesn’t want to look at any of them. He should. But. But not now. They’re very different from being here. He turns the tablet face down onto the table. “You didn’t have to worry about that.” 

Eddie tangles one finger in the loop handle of the takeout bag. He doesn’t look at Buck, and also doesn’t get his food out. “I don’t want you to be unhappy. Especially not while you’re here.”

Buck lets out all the air in his lungs. “Eddie, I’m not unhappy. I love being here.” 

“Well. I want it to stay that way. You loving being here. So. You should move out before you hate— before you hate it.”

Before Buck hates the house? Or before Buck hates Eddie? Because right now, it sounds more like the latter. “I don’t hate it. I could never hate it.”

Eddie shakes his head, holds up a hand. He doesn’t believe it. He actually, literally believes it’s possible for Buck to hate him and this and being here with two of his favorite people in the whole world. That’s what that means. That is what is going on. 

“It’s okay,” Eddie says even though it’s not. None of this is. But he’s somehow calm and unresponsive. Unresponsive. Doesn’t respond to life saving measures. “I don’t blame you.” He nudges the tablet closer to Buck and picks up his takeout dinner as he gets up from the table. “I washed all my bedding and put clean sheets on the bed. You can have it tonight. You can have that room until you find a place you want to live.”

Buck’s stomach drops. Everything drops. His heart, his stomach, the thing that’s probably his soul. “What? Eddie, no. I’m not going to— What the hell?” 

“It’s fine. I love that couch. I’ve slept in far worse places. I don’t mind.”

“Eddie—”

“No, Buck. If you want to be a guest here, then I want to be a good host. Take the bed, take the bedroom. Take anything you want. Thank you for dinner. I appreciate it.” He holds the takeout in his hands closer to his body, then turns and goes into the kitchen. 

Presumably to eat. Hopefully to fucking eat. Even though he could have eaten right here. But of course he wasn’t going to. Of course he was going to run away or shut everything out or push everyone away. 

Buck gets up, too. He picks up his keys and walks out the front door. 

[skibasyndrome]

sunday snippet

a canon-compliant post-s3 situation that has Wille so in love it hurts, coming to an Ao3 near you hopefully very soon. sadly I had a bit of a writing break this week, but I hope to get back into it properly soon 💜

Wille gets to taste the smile when he pulls Simon in by the waist. He gets to feel it on his lips as they stumble through the cabin, all the way along the tiny corridor, into the room at the end of it. When Wille sinks back and down against the white sheets - rumpled, tangled, deserted earlier in the morning - , when he pulls Simon down with him, he still basks in it. In the warmth that spreads throughout his body every time Simon presses his smile against Wille's lips, against the corner of his mouth, against his cheek. It’s only then, as he scoots up the bed, one hand tightly clasping Simon’s, that he opens his eyes again. Only as Simon is leaning over him, does Wille allow himself another look, a proper look. He’s never known beauty like this, never known what it’s like to see Simon’s naked golden skin bathed in the glow of summer sunshine. No other time he’s looked at him could’ve prepared Wille for the mesmerizing spectacle of tiny droplets making their way down from his hair, over the sides of his face, over his neck. Some drops catch in the light, as Wille’s breath catches in his throat. He's so pleasantly breathless when Simon covers his body with his, when Wille’s vision narrows down to Simon’s face, his halo of wet hair gorgeously backlit.

[sydbigurl]

Sunday mornings 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

[ksbbb]

Sunday Snippet

“I know you’re upset.” Theo says, captain obvious over here.

Liam scowls, his appetite surprisingly high for how terrible his morning has been.

“You don’t say.” He growls, a waitress handing them two waters and speed walking away, adding to his frustration with the superb service.

“We can talk about it more later. What do you want?” Theo asks, charming and sweet. Rude.

“I’d like to bash your face in with a hammer.” He lies, unhappy with the idea of letting this slide, when it’s such a cruel act of needless violence that Theo likes to hide with nice things, and lavish favors to make it all go away.

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[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

sunday snippet 📚🧐

another one from the academic rivals au......

Simon turns to him again as they begin to walk through the hallway. "Thanks for the orange, by the way." Wille makes a mental note to buy Felice a box of chocolates. "You liked it?" "Yeah," Simon shrugs. "Enough to go on a date with me?" And there comes the third twist of the day— instead of immediately shooting it down, Simon presses his lips together, as if trying to hide another smile. "What does that have to do with oranges?" "I could bring some," Wille hurriedly offers. Anything to keep the streak of success going, because clearly, he's doing something right. Something has clicked with Simon. "If you'd come, you know?" Simon hums, nodding slowly as if he's genuinely considering it. "Interesting." "Is that a yes, then?" Wille asks, raising his eyebrows. Simon rolls his eyes, though it lacks any of its normal annoyance behind it. If anything, it's almost fond. "No." Okay, but… "Is that a no?" At that, Simon glances over at him, sporting an amused grin as he laughs. "No," he concedes, his smile only growing wider as Wille scrambles to hold the door open for him. "No, it isn't."

[wilmonsfolklore]

Sunday Snippet

another snippet from my s2 au that i'm scrambling to get done for Simon Week! time will tell if it works out <33

“Well, I saw you kissing someone else,” Wille said. “How is that supposed to make me feel?” “I don't fucking care, Wilhelm,” Simon said, and he so wished it was true. “I don't fucking care how it feels for you.” “That's not true..”  Simon just shrugged. There was no way he would be able to get those words out again when he was still trying to swallow down his guilt. “Come on, Simon,” Wille said, familiar in his desperate tone. “I know that's not true.” “I want it to be,” Simon said, because he'd always been a little too quick to be open and a little too vulnerable. Would he even feel it at this point if Wille hurt him again? Or would it just add to the numbness in his chest, would it spread down all the way to his fingertips?

[xxnashiraxx]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you for the tags, @khywren, @arzen9, @andromedaancunin, @verbenaa, & @preciouslittlebhaalbae throughout the week!

I have a kinda longish bit from Chapter 22 of WSTFMD coming out on 5/17!! I am hoping I have most of it finished before 5/3, or at least completed, and if I'm done before the target post date and I have all my ducks in a row, I may even try to post early! 💕 Anywho, please enjoy!! I'm indulging in some more vampire blood drinking because I literally cannot resist going too long without it, lol 💗

“In the morning, then?” He asks, his hunger nothing more than a tool to get closer to her that he’d sprung at the chance to utilize. It still gnaws at him, the blood she’d generously supplied yesterday slowly ebbing, but he can last. He’d rather not push, anyhow- he’ll never risk losing it again. The implications of such a thought flit away, filed for later perusal. Or, optimally, buried so he won’t have to think about it again. “Come here, Astarion.” Her voice soothes an ache inside him, quiet and gentle. Seconds slip by as he blinks in surprise, watching her face finally relax. He obliges without another thought, letting her adjust the cushioning under her head as he cages her body beneath him. He doesn’t touch, though it’s difficult to resist the temptation. Fingers splayed out on either side of her long hair, knees inches from each of her thighs, he stares down and waits for her move. “I know you like to be full, but let's make it quick. I’m really tired. I wasn’t kidding about that.” The breathy chuckle that brushes against his lips rings true in her heavy-lidded eyes, sleep moving to claim her. He smirks and nods, body flaring with appreciation when she moves her head to the side. “And behave- no squeezing this time.” “Spoilsport,” He grumbles, enjoying the sound of her weary laugh more than he should. “And darling?” “Hmm?” The sound feels like a dagger, digging deep, and he suffers as it fills the air. “You’re not stupid,” He mumbles, lips pressing to her jugular as he obliges her request and sinks his teeth in with little more than a brief suckle as his introduction. Her inhale sharp, her body jerks before relaxing, and as her blood floods his mouth and his mind with nothing but her, he dismisses the persistent sentimentality that keeps cropping up at every opportunity. Why can’t he just take a few sips and be done with her? It’s almost nauseating… He pulls the reins back on his usual lapse in self-control, finding it give way to a dull hum in his groin rather than a raging, untamed need. He wasn’t aware he was able to exert this level of obedience before, muting the lust with soft groans that she echoes in quiet, tempered whimpers. He can’t help it when his fingers run up to cradle her head, the whisper of his touch dragging a pleased sigh from her lips. Warmth spreads through every limb, and with forlorn acknowledgement, he recognizes that it’s not just her blood that’s bestowing it upon him.

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[gulliblelemon]

Sunday Snippet

I have survived the last week and a half! (Somehow). And I come bearing a snippet from a now completed, slightly-longer-than-it-was-supposed-to-be 'experimental oneshot'. I just need to edit the mess offline mode made of my document, but hopefully I'll get to share it soon. (People following the progress of the childhood friends fic will also be pleased to know that I've been working on that too.)

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With intent, Felice chucked the cardigan she was holding in her hands at Nils. He squawked and lifted his arms to protect himself, spilling water everywhere in the process. “What the fuck was that for?” he cried, shaking his wet hair out of his face and laying the glass down on the table. “Fuck’s sake, Felice. I’m all wet now.”

“You asked Simon?” she demanded, rounding the table and sitting down in the armchair opposite them.

Nils wiped his hands on his t-shirt and sent her a scathing look. Very used to Nils, Felice just glared back at him until he sighed. “Yes. I asked Simon. So what?”

“So what?” Felice’s voice went shrill and Wille felt like he might be missing something.

“Yeah,” Nils said. “So what.”

“So,” Felice said, slowly and deliberately. “Simon is off limits.”

Nils scoffed and leant back into the sofa again. “Not any more, he’s not. He got rid of the dead weight didn’t he? Free as a bird. And therefore back on the table.”

“Nils,” Felice said, her tone warning. And then, for some reason, her eyes very pointedly moved to Wille and back to Nils. “That wasn’t why he was off limits.”

[abbysimsfun]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you for the tags @simscici and @changingplumbob! I do have a photo to share for this one, and it involves another crossover!

Samson Prairies from @changingplumbob's SBL legacy, soon-to-be a world-class vet, getting some practical experience with our boy Gord at Buttercup Pet Clinic in Brindleton Bay - under the watchful eye of Heather Gordon!

"Gord is really healthy, Dr. Gordon. Almost too healthy...for a dog his age."

"What do you think it means?"

"I'm not sure, but I'd love to test some samples in the lab, if you'll allow me to."

Find out what Samson discovers later this week! Sunday is almost over in one of the last timezones so I'm not sure if I should tag anyone, but if you feel like sharing a snippet or a tease I'll be like 🍿👀 so please share!

[caramelpenguin]

Sunday Snippet

Simon kisses boys because he likes them. Because he wants to.

Beneath the shelter of oak trees, with bark rough against his back and sunlight just beginning to filter through the leaves. In the stillness of early mornings, when the world is soft and half-asleep. Between laughter and breathless sighs, in moments stitched together by the hum of closeness. The village boys know it to be an undeniable fact: Simon, the sweetheart with angelic curls and chocolate eyes, will kiss you against the cobbled walls until you forget the rest of the world, until you're gasping and certain that this - his mouth, his hands, his touch- is all you’ll ever need to survive.

[skibasyndrome]

sunday snippet (slightly nsfw)

writing has been kind of challenging again recently, but I've been trying to make some progress with my beloved requested spa wilmon. sooo for self-motivational purposes: have a little sneak peek of Wille struggling

Wille’s gotten massages before, plenty of them. So this shouldn’t be a problem.

It should be the opposite of a problem, he should be relaxing, should feel the tension drain out of him, should feel relief at the hands working on the tightness of his muscles. But he’s failing, he’s failing so hard. Nothing about this feels relaxing at all. Every slide of Simon’s slick hands over his back reminds him that he’s currently very naked. With a very, very pretty man touching him. And that that is a creepy thought to be having when you’re just getting a fucking massage. But surely he can make it out of this alive and without being a weirdo about it. He can think about other things, about something else, anything else that isn’t the fact that Simon’s pressing into Wille’s skin right where it makes Wille clench his teeth in order not to let out a noise he knows is going to sound embarrassing. Simon really, really knows what he’s doing.  Which he has to, goddammit, Wille reminds himself. He has to, because this is his job, he’s a professional and that is all there is to this. Wille presses his eyelids shut so hard, he feels a little sting in his head. Not very relaxed of him.

When Simon digs both thumbs into his traps, right where they run up his neck, Wille fails to bite back a whimper. When he feels the hands slide off his back again, he’s more than glad to be face down with his burning cheeks hidden from view. How has he never thought about the sounds he lets out during a massage before? Simon clears his throat and Wille’s ears perk up. “Uhh," he sounds a little unsure, a little strained. Wille wants to sink into the floor. "You should try to keep breathing, otherwise you’re just gonna tense up more.” He runs an oiled up palm over Wille’s shoulder blade, maybe in a comforting, soothing way, but Wille thinks the soft touch might be even worse than Simon digging the heel of his hand into his muscles. He hums in agreement, not trusting his voice to come out in any way that is helpful. Of course Simon would notice that Wille is clenching his teeth through this fucking massage. There’s only hoping that he’ll never find out that Wille is embarrassingly, horrifyingly half-hard under that flimsy towel that’s wrapped around his hips.

[hergrandplan]

Sunday snippet!

Hiiii everyone! I'm back (somewhat) with a new snippet of a new story that I'm kind of scared to post (not the snippet, the fic in general), but I'm also already growing too attached to this particular version of Wille. Soooo here's a little teaser I guess?? and a big thank you to @skibasyndrome who encouraged me to write this story in the first place, ily 💜

He was just fishing out his handkerchief from his pocket to wrap around his thumb when the door opened.

Wille didn't know what he had expected Simon to look like — there had been no pictures of the author online as far as he could find, and Simon Eriksson was too common a name to match a singular profile to.

Anytime Wille had thought about the man, he had pictured someone old and stuffy, gray hair and an ever upturned nose.

He hadn't expected someone of his age, with unruly curls, hovering in the doorway and fidgeting with his hands as if waiting on something.

He probably was waiting on him, Wille realized with a shock, quickly followed by the realization that Wille had been staring at him for the last few seconds, probably longer than what was proper. He was just so young.

"Uh, hi," Wille said, fumbling to get out of his seat while keeping his hand out of view. It probably wouldn't be a great start to the interview if Simon realized Wille was actively bleeding.

"Hi. I'm —"

"Simon, right? You're here to write my biography and all that, I'm Wilhelm," Wille quickly added. Which of course Simon would know, Wille didn't need to tell him that, but Simon was still hovering in the doorway. "But you can call me Wille. There's um, coffee and tea in the corner there, with some cookies and — I mean, you can ask one of the attendants to get it for you actually, but I think you might —"

A soft smile appeared on Simon's face, and Wille could almost see the tension disappear from his body. Well, if his awkward stumbling was good for at least something, he was glad that it was for sucking the tension out of the room.

"Thank you, but I can get my own coffee," Simon said, heading straight for the table the palace staff had set out for them earlier. Wille watched as he poured himself a cup and tucked a stray curl behind his ear.

Simon looked up at Wille then, eyebrows raised in a question. Wille was still just standing there, not having moved a single muscle the entire time.

He quickly sat down in his chair again, and pushed his hair out of his face. He really was due for a haircut.

Wille took a deep breath, "So," at the same time that Simon said, "Shall we —"

Simon's sentence broke off, and they looked at each other for a second before Simon started laughing again, and Wille couldn't help but join him.

"Great start to the interview," Simon joked, his eyes crinkling at the corners, shining in the sunlight. Kind eyes, Wille thought. He has kind eyes.