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enjoythesilentworld · 6 months ago

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Simon's Month - Pencil Case

day 1! oh boy oh boy am I excited to be doing this again. <33 @youngroyals-events

Maybe it’s payback for that one time, but Wille is getting tired of Simon stealing all his goddamn pencils.

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It’s been nice, it really has, to start at a new public school, with Simon by his side. After all the chaos during their first year at Hillerska, Wille and Simon were very much in need of a typical teenager school experience.

They could walk down the hallways holding hands and sneak into stairwells to kiss each other senseless during breaks. They were finally a normal couple at a normal school with no more scandals or blackmail or weird ‘på bordet’ traditions.

Wille loves Simon. Wille loves his boyfriend very much, but his boyfriend can also be a little bit of a shit.

Three weeks before the new school year started, Wille had gone out shopping for school supplies. Though he encouraged Wille’s excitement, Simon said he didn’t really care about new school supplies. For him, it was a normal yearly activity and nothing to write home about. For Wille, the fact that it was so normal meant it very much wasn’t for him. It didn’t matter he was 17 and had no real use for gel pens or colored flash cards. He wanted to be able to write silly little notes to slip into Simon’s locker and for Simon to have a plethora of options for drawing more doodles on Wille’s skin. He’d even splurged on a pack of very fancy mechanical pencils and his own tin to hold them. (Simon’s is very cool with its little Garfield comic, but Wille thought he could use his own.)

On the first day of school, he and Simon sat together in their first class of the day, each giddy about the excitement of being in a place where no one really knew about all the drama between them and also didn’t care.

The teacher started her lecture (no more easy syllabus days as second years), and Simon leaned over and whispered, “Can I borrow a pencil?”

Wille glanced over. “Where are yours?”

“Forgot them in my locker.”

Nodding and smiling softly, Wille slid over his new pencil case, keeping half his attention on the teacher and half his attention on Simon, as he always did.

Simon fiddled with the tin for a moment then held it out again, a slight smirk on his face.

“Can you help me?”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Wille popped it open and offered Simon one of his brand new, very fancy mechanical pencils. If it was anyone else, Wille would’ve been more cautious, but this was Simon, and he could trust Simon.

Apparently, he could not, because the next day Simon asked for another pencil.

“What happened to the other one?” Wille asked under his breath, trying not to get them in trouble for talking. “And where is your pencil tin?”

He smiled sheepishly. “It’s in my locker. Pretty please, Wille.”

“Yes, alright. Of course, love.”

It ended up being very much alright, because Simon used that pencil to draw cute doodles and write flirty love notes all over Wille’s notebook. A quite nice use of the fancy pencil, Wille thought. Until, at the end of that class, Wille tried to get his pencil back — it was the purple one, which he really liked — and Simon claimed to need it for the rest of his classes that day. That was fine. He saw Simon all the time.

Except that whenever he did see Simon, Simon never seemed to have his own damn pencil case with him, much less any of the pencils he’d ‘borrowed’ from Wille — which, by the end of the second week, had racked up to about five.

But, of course, whenever Wille tried to deny him one:

“Simon, you keep losing them. I’m not giving you another one,” Wille’d say.

“I do not! They’re just on my desk at home. Please, baby,” Simon would beg, pouting out his bottom lip and batting his pretty eyelashes and making Wille putty in his hands. He’d fork over another pencil and Simon would smile all big and Wille would only slightly mourn the inevitable loss of that one, too. If anything, Simon sure knew how to work him with those big brown eyes.

About a month in, Wille, at the end of his wits and very close to running out of pencils, took matters into his own hands. One day while over at Simon’s house, when he had successfully exhausted his dear boyfriend, Wille secretly swiped Simon’s pencil case and stuffed it in his bag. The next day at school, when he reached into his bag to grab it, it had disappeared somehow.

He swore when he got to class that day and Simon asked for a pencil, he also had a knowing look in his eye.

Wille couldn’t prove it, but he was 99% sure Simon was artificially manufacturing his own pencil shortage so that he could borrow them from Wille.

Through another covert mission, Wille was able to steal Simon’s own pencil tin again and this time he kept a sharp eye on it. On a sunny Friday morning, when Simon slid into class, giving Wille a grin and a kiss on the cheek, then promptly asking for a pencil, Wille brought it out.

“Found it for you,” he said, smiling sweetly and pretending they hadn’t been having a school supply war for the past few weeks. Simon pouted slightly, glancing at Wille’s pencil case, then begrudgingly took his own and pulled out a plain wooden pencil.

Wille had less fun in that class. There were no flirty notes and Simon looked so bored with his plain wooden pencil and he didn’t even draw one single penis doodle on Wille’s notebook. That simply wouldn’t do.

The next Monday, Wille met Simon at his locker.

“I forgot my pencil case today, but I already borrowed one from Sara,” Simon grumbled, not even looking over. “I won’t be stealing from you today.”

Wille walked up behind him and wrapped one arm around Simon’s waist, then hooked his chin over his shoulder. His boyfriend relaxed slightly under his grip, though Wille could tell he was still feeling a little spiky. With his other hand, he reached around and presented Simon’s pencil case to him.

“Oh, goodie,” he sighed dramatically, actually sounding quite dejected, then took the pencil case.

Wille chuckled, using his new free arm to pull Simon even closer. “Open it.”

“I know what—”

“Just open it,” Wille said, then pressed a soft kiss to the side of Simon’s neck.

He opened it. Inside, there was a brand new set of very fancy mechanical pencils.

“Some of your very own, so you can stop taking mine.”

Simon turned around in Wille’s arms so they faced each other, and murmured, “Thank you,” nuzzling his nose against Wille’s.

Wille smiled. “You’re welcome. I knew you were lying when you said you didn’t care about school supplies. No one is too old for gel pens or dinosaur erasers.” Simon giggled, pulling Wille in for a kiss.

Once they took a moment to breathe each other in, thankfully in a still mostly-empty hallway, they pulled apart again.

“Does this mean you’ll start writing me love notes again?” Wille asked hopefully, innocently slipping one hand under his shirt to feel the warm skin there.

Simon rolled his eyes. “I see. This is all for selfish reasons.” He tapped at his chin thoughtfully. “I sure hope I don’t lose all these new fancy pencils of mine.”

With one small step, Wille pressed Simon back into the lockers, strong hands on bony hips.

“If you do,” he mumbled, kissing Simon’s forehead, each cheek, and his nose, “I’ll just keep refilling that pencil case of yours. As many pencils as you could dream of.”

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blorbocedes · 2 years ago

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