#yr sunday snippet

[mortallynerdybear]

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Happy Pride Month Sunday Snippet

“How do you want me?” Wille murmurs, his fingers skimming over Simon’s ribcage. “What do you like?”

Simon probably could have answered the first question somehow but the second one stymies him, pushing past the haze of lust to the part of his brain where the answer should be but… isn’t. What does he like? He knows what Jonas liked and which of these things felt best to Simon, but Jonas is the last person Simon wants to think about right now. Why doesn’t he have an answer that doesn’t involve him? He should know. They were together for three years, not Simon’s entire life. What did he like before? He should know.

Before he can come up with a reply, find a way to turn the question around and make Wille tell him what he likes, take the choice out of Simon’s hands the way Jonas always did, Wille kisses his jaw and whispers, “It’s okay. You don’t have to say.” His nose trails a path to Simon’s temple, where he presses another kiss. “I can figure it out for myself, if you like.”

Slowly, Wille lifts his head and meets Simon’s eyes. “Would you let me do that?” he asks softly, searching Simon’s face. “Would you let me take care of you, find out what makes you feel good?”

Simon gulps, certain that what would come out if he opened his mouth would be an embarrassing whimper. It’s not just what Wille is saying that’s making his chest squeeze, it’s also the way he’s saying it and the way he’s looking at Simon as he says it – like Simon saying yes would be the greatest gift Wille could possibly receive.

And Simon wants it. He wants more of that look of pure wonder, that reverent tenderness, that heady feeling like he’s the centre of Wille’s universe. Breathless, he nods, never taking his eyes off Wille’s.

[pagegirlintraining]

Sunday snippet

From a little thing lovingly dubbed Hostel Boys by @enjoythesilentworld and I ☺️

So the bathroom on their train to Paris it was. Simon supposed it was still better than an airplane bathroom, and there was, after all, a whole club of people who’d done it in one of those. He wondered briefly if that meant the two of them were about to become members of the ‘mile long’ club. Then he felt Wille’s teeth graze his collarbone and decided there was no time for such unimportant matters.  “Off”, he got out, somewhat ineffectively tugging on the front of Wille’s pant leg. The hand on his hip disappeared after that, and he was about to complain when the sound of a zipper being opened sent a giddy sort of relief through him. So Wille was as okay with hooking up in a bathroom with a questionable state of cleanliness as he was. If that wasn’t some amazing news.

[hergrandplan]

Sunday snippet

While I'm slowly (slower than i'd like) am finishing up chapter 3 of Breaking Beds, have another little snippet from it 💜 I think this may be one of my favorite scenes, I just love their dynamic (and them!!) so bad already

"Do people give you trouble for it often?"

Sweden was one of Europe's most progressive countries when it came to LGBTQ+-rights, but then again, Wille wasn't gay. He didn't know what it was like to live being gay. He just tried to support the community as best he could.

Simon shrugged. "Not really, not anymore. In school, yeah, for sure. But on the daily, in Stockholm? I've held hands with a boyfriend and no one blinked an eye."

"Then why did you —"

Simon let out a short sigh. "Just because regular people are like that, doesn't mean I've never had a bad experience. You just never know, especially with, well…" Simon gestured to him.

"Elite straight people, like… a Crown Prince?"

"Yeah. Though, to be honest, I forgot you had that foundation thing going on."

Wille let out a dramatic gasp. "And you're supposed to be writing my biography!"

"It's not like you've ever mentioned it during our sessions."

"We haven't gotten to that part yet. We've got a lot of ground to cover, like my extensive problem with authority, juicy college experiences…"

"Juicy, you say?"

Wille raised his eyebrow, flashing Simon a cocky grin. "Well, I've got to give the people something, right?"

[enjoythesilentworld]

sunday snippet 🃏

funnily enough the (first) climax (hah) scene has me stumped even though i've had it written in my head for literally almost a year! but more Wolves coming soon. ill finish this fuckin fic even if it kills me

They stared each other down. How many times had they gone around in this same circle? How many more times would they? The building was quiet, and they were quiet, and nothing moved except for Simon’s shirt as it rose and fell under his steady, controlled breaths.

Simon put his hands out wide, opening up like a bear trap. “Say it.”

“Say what?” Wilhelm sighed, feeling the tiredness even heavier than before.

“Say you don’t want out,” Simon shrugged, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Then, he stepped closer, tilting his head up and lowering his voice, “Say you don’t want… this. More.”

“Simon.”

“Come on,” Simon whispered, almost tauntingly. 

[bigalockwood]

Sunday Snippet 👻

From the final chapter, actually genuinely finally coming next week.

When Wille looked back up at Simon, his eyes were still empty and unseeing.

“I killed my own brother.” All the emotion that had been missing from it before made Wille’s voice tremble now.

[malinowaj]

sunday snippet

unlike i had originally planned, apparently my (not so) little football 'verse is turning into a trilogy. coming sometime later this month.

“Do you not want us there?” Simon turns to look at him. His eyes are narrowed as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“What?” 

“Do you not want us there? Because it sounds a lot like you don’t want us to be there,” Simon almost hisses.

Wille doesn’t know how they got here. “Of course I want you there!”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Simon says, glaring at Wille.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“‘You can stay in the box’. I’ve been there every year since we got together, and now when it’s the last time you want us to hide.”

“You weren’t there last year,” Wille mumbles. For some reason it’s what’s easiest to comment on even though he immediately knows it’s the wrong thing to say.

[bluedalahorse]

Sunday Snippet: more from that canon divergence during August, Nils, and Vincent’s first year

This is a canon divergence set in the same universe as Alone to Two, where August and Sara meet two years earlier. In this scene, circumstances (Marcus and Nils arguing and Marcus storming out the door while Vincent and August are out in the hall) have led to Nils having to come out a little bit earlier.

So now the trio is having a bit of a debrief:

Vodka is shit at room temperature, especially sipped from a travel mug, but this might just be one of those conversations. The good thing about Vincent and August, unlike Marcus, is that they don't try to touch Nils when they're having a serious talk. They aren't shunning him, obviously, but they also aren't demanding a heartfelt testimony about coming out. Nils does notice that they're all sitting as far apart as possible—Nils on his own bed, August perched precariously on Reza's on the opposite side of the room, Vincent on the floor with his back against the door. They're still here. Nils… is okay with that. "Don't worry," he says, lips stinging after he takes a sip from his travel mug. "I promise I haven't had sex dreams about either of you." That's almost true. But Nils forgets his dreams, for the most part, so it might as well be true. Vincent snorts. Sympathetically, even. "No, I get it. Like. I'm pretty hot, but August's face looks like ass." August chokes on his vodka and spits it back into his cup. "And," Vincent adds brightly. "Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're going to bone your friends. Bros before homos or whatever." "He didn't say he was gay, dipshit." August flicks his arm to the side like he wants to smack Vincent across the shoulder, except the alcohol has impaired his sense of the distance between them and he just looks like he's flailing. To Nils, he adds, "Wait. Did you?" Nils shrugs. He's been shrugging a lot. "I'm not really looking for a boyfriend." "If you were," says August. "It uh. It wouldn't be a big deal to us." "Yeah," says Vincent. "We'd be chill." Somehow, August and Vincent's assurances of no big deal feel different than Marcus's. Even if August is gazing at the window and Vincent is staring down at his vodka mug and therefore neither of them is making eye contact with Nils right now. Their declarations are hesitant, awkward—but unrehearsed, and weirdly sincere? It makes Nils wonder, with a quickening pulse, what would happen if he liked a guy enough to want to introduce him to them. He's not even the romantic sort. That was true even before he got here. But maybe if August and Vincent are saying… well. "Gotta be honest," Nils begins, not quite feeling buzzed enough to make such a confession, but what the hell. "I hooked up with Marcus because I knew he wasn't going to be a boyfriend. I should have known he wouldn't understand that, though." "He isn't one of us," August agrees, and Nils fights to keep the grin off his face because that means Nils is part of us.

Oh the many complicated layers of identity these boys have.

And now I’m off to the market again. Might write some female characters later today instead because it is time.

[willesredlights]

🎄Sunday snippet🎄

Yesterday I started writing the Christmas fic I want to post during the month December. It's only november but have a little snippet of it :))

Then they try the house on their left side. The garden is beautifully decorated for Christmas. Fairy lights all over the front garden. Little Christmas trees on both sides of the door which are beautifully decorated and a Christmas wreath hanging on the door. It reminds Wilhelm that they still have to decorate the front garden and their house among everything that comes with moving houses, work and being a single dad. They hear the doorbell ring as Wilhelm pushes the button. In anticipation and with the cat in Estelle's hands they wait for the door to open. “Gingerbread?”, a man around the same age as Wilhelm says surprised as he opens the door.  He is astonishing and for a second Wilhelm is speechless, and doesn't know what to say until his six years old daughter gives him a small push in the stomach.

“Uhm hi. So we're the new neighbours from next door. She entered our house through the window and seeing your reaction I guess she is yours”, Wilhelm explains a little bit awkwardly, still in awe by the looks of his neighbour. His short dark brown curls match the color of his eyes. The soft smile tugging on his lips makes him feel things he hasn't felt in years. “Hi! Yes that's Gingerbread, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, she can be a little bit curious. She also didn't really like the people living in that house before you. And what are your names?”, Estelle hands the cat to the man who takes her in his arms.  “Oh yeah, of course. I'm Wilhelm and this is my daughter Estelle”, Wilhelm introduces them. “Hi”, Estelle says a little bit shy. “I'm Simon”, his neighbour introduces himself, shaking Wilhelm's hand, “I'm a teacher at the local primary school”. “Oh, Estelle will start there tomorrow”, Wilhelm says looking at his daughter. “Really? Exciting huh”, Simon says to her but Estelle clamps herself on her dad. “She is a bit scared and nervous. New place, new people”, Wilhelm explains, rubbing his daughters back to comfort her.  Simon looks understanding at him, then crouches down, Gingerbread still in his hands.  “It's normal to be scared, it's okay to feel scared especially with such big changes. But I promise you that everyone at the school is very nice and very kind and everything will be okay. And if something is wrong, you can always come to me, okay?”, Simon tries to reassure Estelle.  Estelle nods in response, a small smile appears on her face.  Simon looks up at Wilhelm who mouths a thank you and he shrugs his shoulders. “Okay, I guess now we found the owner, we can go back home because you, little lady, have to go to bed”, Wilhelm says. “Thank you for bringing her back”, Simon says with a genuine smile. “Of course. It was nice meeting you”, Wilhelm replies with the same smile. “You too! And I’ll see you tomorrow Estelle”, Simon says, giving her a fistbump.  “See you later”, hopefully is what Wilhelm wanted to add. “Yes, see you later Wilhelm”, Simon says. “You can call me Wille”, Wilhelm says. “See you later Wille”, Simon replies and disappears back inside with Gingerbread.

[piebingo]

Sunday snippet

This is from a fic I’m handwriting in a notebook in hope of spending less time in front of screens, so who knows when I’ll ever put it out. But I like it nonetheless! Sweet fluffy wilmon, because that’s how I like to write them.

It’s refreshing to have Simon in his life and Wille can only hope that he brings Simon as much joy. He thinks that might be the case with how Simon smiles at him sometimes.

"Do you want to go to the lake?" Simon asks, his sweet smile, one Wille needs to capture one of these days, plastered on his lips. "It’s too cold out, I don’t think there will be anyone else to bother us."

"If it’s too cold, don’t you want to stay inside?" Wille knows how Simon gets when the wind picks up.

"But we will be alone," Simon pouts.

Wille chuckles, lightly shacking his head. He gets up, taking his blanket with him, and goes to find two of his warmest hoodies in his closet. "We are alone here too, we don’t share the room with anyone else."

As he looks over his shoulder at Simon, Wille sees an even bigger smile on his face. Simon knows Wille won’t say no to him, to spending time alone together in whatever adventure he can plan for them. That’s alright, Wille isn’t ashamed of how easily he follows the other boy around.

I won’t subject you to my shitty handwriting so here’s all I had the energy to type up.

[leojfitz]

sunday snippet 💫

another one from my rock band au which has a few tweets here and there bc they're just so fun to write

@ sarasfelice OH M Y G OD WILLE IS BACK ON INSTAGRAM THIS IS NOT A DRILL GUYS WILLE IN THE MALDIVES WITH FELICE MY BABIES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH @ wilmonbaby oh shit that was unexpected  @ wilmonforever  no wait but actually - we get pictures and vids of simon kissing a random guy on nye and two weeks later wille is suddenly active again showing how great he’s doing? this is the most basic post-break up behaviour if i’ve ever seen one  @ simmescurls @ wilmonforever OH YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING  @ wilmonforever  @ simmescurls both of them literally screaming i’m doing fine without you, bc of course posting pictures from your holiday after you've disappeared from social media for months proves exactly that. sure thing wille.

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Sunday Snippet

Then he’s in Milan, his last stop in Italy, and he thinks his luck may have run out. After three rejections, he’s all but given up his little photo op up as a bad job. He can try again in Paris. In the late afternoon, he sits on a bench in Parco Sempione with a view of the Arco della Pace, giving himself a bit of a break after a long day of exploring the city. That’s when he sees him: a man about his age reading a book on a bench diagonally from Simon, incessantly pushing his hair out of his eyes. It’s the movement of his arm as he does it that catches Simon’s attention: the man is wearing a tanktop, and let’s just say Simon is not immune to a nice pair of arms. No crazy bulk, but just enough definition to know that someone has been lifting weights. Simon doesn’t consider himself a shallow person, but this thing he’s doing is shallow in itself. If he’s going to kiss strangers, he might as well kiss those he likes the look of. And he definitely likes the look of this one.

The man straightens from his hunched-over reading position that his neck muscles must have started protesting to, bringing his book up to eye level. This reveals to Simon that his tanktop has a picture of a cartoon frog on it that Simon finds strangely adorable, and that the book is Casey McQuiston’s latest release, which tells Simon that this man is at the very least not homophobic and speaks English. And that turns out to be the only encouragement he needs to give Milan one more chance. He gets up and slowly walks over.

The man clearly isn’t engrossed in his book enough not to notice someone approaching him. He looks up when Simon gets close, and fuck, he really isn’t bad at closer range, either.

“Hi,” Simon says cheerily, putting on a smile. “Sorry, this is a bit weird, but I was wondering if I could ask you a slightly unusual favour?”

The cute guy blinks up at him with (unfairly pretty) wide eyes, his mouth sliding open but no words coming out long enough for Simon to start wondering if he’s miscalculated. But then he seems to shake himself out of whatever trance he’s fallen into, his hands holding the book dropping into his lap.

“Oh, um,” he stammers. “Yes, that’s, uh – sure.”

[pagegirlintraining]

Sunday snippet

From a new wip I’ve been teasing a little bit.

It was predictable, almost boringly so, especially to someone who’d lived through it as many times as eighteen-year-old Wilhelm Dahlgren had. To Wilhelm - or Wille, as his friends liked to call him - summer meant his dad spending even more time at the garage while his mom fought her growing loneliness by being a member of just about every organizational committee one could be a part of in Luleå. It meant taking extra shifts at the movie theater, bike rides to the beach with Felice and Henry - and, if her parents hadn’t dragged her off across the globe for once, Maddie - and listening to Madonna as they waited for the heat to subside. It wasn’t bad, per se, but it was just that - predictable. Something he’d known all his life, and would in all likeliness know for the rest of it. Or at least that’s what he was convinced of until the summer that Simon came to town.

[hergrandplan]

Sunday snippet! 🎁

From a thing coming to your ao3 very soon

It only took one look at Simon, the initial shock on his face quickly making way for something else, to have them both break out in fits of laughter, Wille giggling into Simon’s curls. Simon’s laugh was another personal favorite of Wille’s – especially when it was a full belly laugh, like it was now, and when his shoulders shook and he pressed his face into Wille’s shoulder.

“Well,” Simon said, hiccuping from laughter, “I guess that’s our sign to get to class.”

[enjoythesilentworld]

sunday snippet <3

(a lil nsfw)

“Took your time, didn’t you?” Simon teased, trying to feign annoyance but it came out a little more desperate and breathless. Wille chuckled.

Simon had almost forgotten his wrists were still dutifully crossed behind his back, until he felt the smooth glide of fabric against them. The warmth of Wille’s body returned again, then his breath against Simon’s neck.

“You tell me if you want it off, okay?” Wille said softly, pressing soft kisses to Simon’s shoulder, all the while dragging the fabric of the sash against his wrists.

Simon nodded dazedly.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” Simon fumbled to say, rolling his eyes, “Yes, fuck, okay. Wille, just—”

The gentle kisses stopped and there was a hand around his throat, Wilhelm pulling Simon’s back flush to his front.

“Don’t act all sassy now,” Wille whispered in his ear, fingers pressing deliciously into the sides of his neck. “Or I’ll leave you here.”

[bigalockwood]

Sunday Snippet 👻

Perhaps, today was the day Simon was going to kill Wilhelm. There was already a ghost haunting this place. What did it matter if there were two?

This is perhaps maybe possibly potentially already done. And just maybe it’ll be up next Friday 👀 Pack your salt bombs and ready your rapiers. Things are about to get spooky 👻⚔️