#sorry if there's any typos in any of these btw it's just a straight stream of thought and im barely rereading them before i hit post

[purplehoodiesimon]

Can you do 12 for handholding and 24 for hugs in the touches ask?

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Hand holding 12. possessive hand holding

It's a lazy Tuesday evening in their third year at Hillerska, the spring air warm and breezy. Simon's studying, his back against a tree, and Wille's supposedly studying, laying with his head against Simon's thighs. His textbook had dropped to his chest a while ago, forgotten in favor of staring up at Simon. His boyfriend is too beautiful in the late spring sunset, golds and pinks dancing through the air and highlighting every perfect and imperfect detail of Simon's face.

Someone's staring at them. Wille can sense it. He's spent too many years in the public eye to not know the exact feeling of someone watching when they shouldn't be. He lifts his head from Simon's lap, looking across the school grounds for the person.

There's a couple girls a little downhill, sitting huddled in a group as they talk. Wille can see them glancing over every few seconds, and a wave of annoyance washes over him. He knows this group, a gang of first-years that don't seem to realize that they're dating. Wille thinks that people should know by now, an entire two and a half years into their relationship, but some people don't seem to want to get it. They come onto him or Simon, not caring when they reiterate that yes, they are in fact dating someone, no, it's not an open relationship, no, they wouldn't date them anyways. These girls have been flirting with Simon all year, and Wille's getting really done with it. Simon seems oblivious to the current situation, his eyes still fixed on his notes, meaning it's up to Wille to fix this problem.

He grabs Simon's hand, pulling his notes away and tossing them down on the ground. Simon looks down at him with surprise, as Wille laces both his hands with Simon's fingers, holding their hands up in the air. "We're dating!" He shouts at the girls, and Simon gives a surprised laugh.

"More idiots?" Simon asks, smoothing Wille's hair down with his free hand. Wille huffs and nods, tightening his grip on Simon's hand and pushing it a little higher in the air. "Do you want to go inside?"

"We shouldn't have to go inside," Wille whines, glaring in the direction of the girls that have now all gone bright red, determinedly not looking in Wille and Simon's direction. "But yea, I want you to myself right now."

He keeps a tight grip on Simon's hand as they pack up, insisting on taking the long way inside so they can walk past the group and really drive the point home. Wille's grown up too royal to show any outwards glee as the girls' eyes follow them, locked on their intertwined hands. Internally though, he's glowing with pride, loving that the entire world—and specifically this group of annoying first-years—knows Simon is his.

Hugs 24. hugging with height difference

It's nearly two months before they hug for the first time after that fateful Christmas break. Everything had been so fast in the week before the video, going from not speaking to each other to sleeping together in the span of one night and spending the next days in a happy bubble of bliss and teenage hormones driving them together every chance they got until August popped it with a knife through both their hearts. They're taking it slow this time, very slow.

Wille's at Simon's front door, a single rose clutched in his fist with a blush staining his cheeks to match. Their second official date is tonight, dinner at Simon's house, and Wille's apparently gone all out to make up for the ice cream shop disaster that their first date 2 weeks ago was. It's adorably sweet, and Simon's heart melts at the sight.

"Malin's promised to stay in the living room," Wille says, nervously scratching his neck and holding the rose out. "I hope you like it, I wasn't sure what your favorite flower is and I didn't want to accidentally get something you hate and I figured that roses are a good idea, everyone loves roses right? And—"

"It's wonderful, Wille," Simon says, cutting him off with a small smile. "Come on in."

Wille steps over the threshold and hangs his coat up, as Simon fetches a cup of water to put the rose in. He sets it on the table, where he's set out dinner for the two of them. Wille steps into the kitchen, looking a little awkward as he does. Simon feels his heart clench, remembering the last time Wille was here. Of course he's a little uncomfortable, they both know they're taking it slow, but Simon's willing to bet anything that the memories are strong in Wille's mind, just as they are in his.

He steps up to Wille, reaching out carefully to run his hands down Wille's arms. Wille gives him a shaky smile, and Simon pulls him into a hug, feeling Wille relax almost instantly in his arms.

Wille's grown since the last time they were wrapped up in each other. Simon had noticed it a little over the past few months, but being in Wille's space like this, their bodies pressed together—it's a much starker difference. His chin brushes against Simon's forehead as he returns the hug, squeezing tightly. It's strange, Wille but not Wille, not the way Simon remembers him. It's okay though.

Wille may not be the quite the same Wille he remembers from Before (before the video, before Christmas, before the long weeks figuring themselves out), but he's still Wille. Tall or not, he'll always be Simon's Wille. He stands on his tip toes, adjusting his hold on Wille to return the tight grip with equal ferocity.

It's ages before they break away from each other, Simon glancing up at him and marveling at the height difference before pulling back, returning to their normal distance. Wille's completely at ease now, and they sit down to eat, small smiles exchanged over dinner plates with a simple closeness that's never left them, no matter how much the distance between them.

And if Simon spends most of dinner wondering what it'll be like to kiss Wille with that new height difference when they get to that stage? That's just between him and himself.

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