#young royals drabbles

[fbfh]

OOOOOH BOY chat we are COOKED!!!!! my insurance is being a little fuckin bitch about covering my adhd meds so I'm out and I have to self medicate with caffeine so espresso!op is back!!!! /lh

anyway almost done with season 3 of young royals and I'm thinking about August falling SO hard and fast for adhd!reader. you are the only person at hillerska who sees through his bullshit and calls him out on it and he HATES it and he can't fucking stay away from you. after you've been together for a while (people still marvel at how weirdly good you are for each other) you seem a little off, and finally fess up to him that there's a shortage of your adhd meds bc assholes keep abusing them or faking adhd to get it as a study drug (you are unaware that august is one of said assholes) so of COURSE he plays it off like "omg how could someone do that!!! that's just awful!!!!"

so despite his historical patterns of self centered douchey behavior and decisions he actually DOES care about you. there's this tiny little redeeming part within him that wants to be good. like lilo and stitch. dating august is like lilo and stitch and I will not elaborate further. anyway he genuinely does his best to help you out until your meds are filled again. he helps you with chores and laundry and stuff (calls in a cleaning service) makes sure you have grab and go meals (orders you a meal prep service and catering from your favorite restaurants) and helps you find your stuff (follows you around and keeps your keys wallet and phone on a shelf high enough for you to not reach that way you don't misplace them again). he listens to you ramble when you're feeling hyperactive and chatty, he lets you lay on his lap and watch bits of dust float through the air for hours on end when you're feeling inattentive. if you need to stim he'll take you to some indoor gymnastics trampoline park thing and let you go nuts, and if you use caffeine to self medicate when you're off your meds by GOD he will have espresso and energy drinks on tap for you. he won't mind when you wake him up at night because you can't sleep or keep moving around because you can't get comfy, he'll make sure you get where you need to go on time and act as your personal human planner. even if he needs to pick you up and carry you (which he will if necessary), he won't let you start stressing out about forgetting stuff. if you feel bad about it at all, if you feel like you're asking too much of him or being a burden, he will shut that shit down so fast. it's hard work, but he wants to do this, he wants to take care of you. he still won't tell you that he had a faking adhd for meds phase, but after seeing what you go through, he vows never to take prescription stimulants again. he'll make sure no one else in his circle does either - except vincent, who's actually diagnosed and has to regularly remind August that he is in fact supposed to be taking adderall whenever it comes up. August has so much more respect for you and for neurodivergent people in general after that. he didn't think karma really existed before, but he sure as fuck does now, and he might think a little more about tempting her by doing something douchey next time. even if he doesn't, he has you to keep him in line.

[hehehereliesmysanity]

New Boy

"Wille, just kiss me already." Simon begs.

"No." Wille says firmly.

"It is just a kiss. Just kiss me." Simon huffs. He is really tired and he wants to just go back inside.

"No, i am not gonna kiss you." Wille sighs. He is looking into Simon with a look Simon can't quite place. "Not like this." he says in a small voice. If Simon wasn't that close, he would have missed it. "Not like this." he repeats, softly this time. Simon doesn't know what he should make of it.

They were playing truth or dare and it was Wille's turn. So one of their friends dared Wille to kiss Simon. He doesn't even remember who was behind this devious plan because Simon was busy freaking out. Wille didn't agree to it, as horrified as Simon and they locked them in the balcony until they completed the task. But Wille doesn't kiss him. So they have been waiting here for the past half an hour.

Wille knocks on the window to get them open the door. They were watching them through the glass for the whole time and Simon is almost glad Wille doesn't want to kiss him or can't stand a little peck for the sake of a game. They let them in finally, already losing hope, and Wille gives him a last look before he disappears into the kitchen with an undecipherable brow on his face.

He comes back with two cups of hot tea and gives the cup to Simon. Right, they were outside but Simon forgot to feel cold because of all those nerves but he can now realise that he is actually shivering a little. It is shit like this that made him fell for Wille in the first place.

The game continues and their friends keep getting drunk and Wille keeps averting his eyes from him but Simon can't look away.

About an hour later, people say goodbye and leave the apartment. Simon goes in his room, and Wille, his roommate, is also nowhere to be seen, probably in his own room, only a wall between them.

Simon runs into Wille in the corridor, apparently not everybody has left and Wille is sending off a couple of friends at the door and they make eye contact and Wille's cheeks turn a little pink but Simon doesn't know why. He comes closer, meeting Simon in the middle, right in front of their bedrooms. When Simon is about to say goodnight and go back in his room, Wille pulls him by his arm and catches his lips in one swift motion. Simon transports to another dimension.

He kisses his lips softly at first but then it gets messier and hungrier. He pulls him even closer with a hand on his waist, close, so close they can hear each other's heartbeat. His right arm surrounds his whole waist and Wille keeps pulling him to himself, not leaving any space between them and the other hand goes in his hair, running through his strands softly and gently, Simon thinks he has died and gone into heaven. For some time later, Wille pulls back and smiles. "I meant something like that."

[caramelpenguin]

A beard suits Wilhelm, Simon realises.

It's a light beard, a dusting or maybe a shadow brushing his jaw. His hair is longer now than what it was when they were teenagers. From this distance, he notices how Wilhelm's shoulders have broadened, how he fills up the suit jacket in a way he never could have eighteen years ago.

Wilhelm throws his head back in laughter. Simon can't hear it from across the room - he doesn't think stepping forward is a good idea- but he wonders if Wilhelm sounds like sixteen-year old Wille. The boy with ridiculously expensive sweaters, whose words were often tangled on his tongue. The boy who used to look at Simon like he was the answer to every question, who used to kiss him like he was tasting sunlight.

Simon wonders and wonders and wonders and in his wondering, his feet have aimlessly led him across the room. The kaleidoscopic lights splash the room in rainbow colours, briefly reminding him of Hillerska. Initiations. Red cups. Glowsticks.

When he gets close enough to hear Wilhelm’s voice—a deeper tone than before—he falters, considering a retreat. It would be easy to disappear into the crowd, to let the music and lights swallow him whole.

But Wilhelm must still be Wille. It's like he can sense him. An invisible thread that pulls them together. He turns around, lips parting slightly, eyes cutting through everyone else to focus solely on him.

Wilhelm approaches, and they stand there, Two figures in a bustling room bathed in neon lights, frozen in time at 11:30 pm in Stockholm

Simon forgets how to breathe. His heart pounds, loud and insistent, and he stupidly thinks Wilhelm will say something like, I had a haircut.

[gulliblelemon]

Christmas Drabble

I wanted to write something about their first Christmas together, but didn’t have enough ideas to do it justice. So I just wrote this little drabble instead 🎄

The panic building in Wille’s chest is familiar, but luckily so is the warm hand in his.

“We can leave whenever you want,” Simon whispers.

“Promise?”

The answer is a gentle squeeze and a smile.

Doors open and they’re ushered past gigantic Christmas trees, beautiful garlands and glowing candles.

Simon leans close. “This isn’t our Christmas,” he says. “Remember, we’re having ours tomorrow. They can’t take that away.”

“Can I stay in my pyjamas?” Wille says, tugging his collar.

“Absolutely.” Then Simon leans closer. “Or even better. Nothing at all.”

Perhaps Wille can tolerate one more Christmas at the palace.

[willesworld]

"I miss your hair."

"What?"

Wilhelm opens his eyes and looks at Simon across the pillow they're sharing. His eyes are wide and unfocused, staring vaguely at the top of Wilhelm's head. Simon lifts a hand and brushes his fingers carefully over the fringe that barely brushes Wilhelm's eyebrow. 

"I miss your hair," Simon repeats, his voice soft. He drops his hand between them on the pillow and finds Wilhelm's gaze. "Your long hair."

Wilhelm scrunches his eyebrows together. He didn't know Simon had any opinion on his hair, to be honest, much less that he missed Wilhelm's old haircut. 

"Before I cut it?" Wilhelm asks, even though he knows. Even though he understands what Simon's trying to say. 

"Yeah," Simon murmurs. He breathes deeply and closes his eyes, burrowing back into the hazy doze they'd been suspended in. 

Wilhelm, however, keeps his eyes open. He blinks at Simon several times. He supposes he finally has his answer on what Simon thought of his haircut, all those months ago.

[grapehyasynth]

nature boy

wille has always been told not to expect to marry his soulmate. others dream of the day they’ll get their soulmate mark – it appears the day after the first meeting and is there every day after, but changing each day to reflect something meaningful from your soulmate’s previous day – but wille’s mother insists he has duties to fulfill, that he can create his own fate and find a partner whether or not she's a soulmate. (and yes, they only ever discuss in terms of she.) 

he's on his way to another one of the dates his mother keeps setting up for him, and it's about thirty minutes before he needs to be at the restaurant, but instead he's at a greenhouse. he approaches the front desk, where a young man in a button-down shirt open over a looney tunes t-shirt with a name tag that reads Simon is nodding off over a textbook.

"i was hoping to buy some flowers for a first date," wille explains, when simon has looked up.

"we don't actually do bouquets," simon says.

"i know, i - i thought i would get something they could plant, afterwards," he clarifies, and he hears himself use they and tries not to make anything of it. he’s trying not to second-guess himself, knows his mother would tell him to go with a traditional bouquet, can picture erik all dashing with a few roses.

simon sets his pen down, looking at wille with a new expression, like he's reconfiguring his impression of him. "that's really thoughtful. i can help you with that."

wille follows him into the greenhouse, winding past tables of ceramic pots and meter-tall fronds, ducking under some vines that boast a sign about an upcoming workshop. simon hovers over a few plants before moving on. every now and then he glances at wille, seeming to size him up and factor this into his considerations. (wille wishes he knew what simon was seeing.) finally he scoops up a medium-sized pot with pale purple flowers, holding it out to wille with both hands.

"spreading bellflower. it's similar to the small bluebell, which is--"

"our national floral emblem,"  wille finishes for him, because of course that's the kind of nonsense his mother has made him learn, though it feels a lot less vapid in this moment.

simon looks impressed. "exactly. everybody wants the small bluebell. we don't sell a lot of the bellflower."

"it's perfect," wille tells him, and as he lifts the flowers to his nose, he sees simon's eyes crinkle with a smile.

his date is lovely, much more unpretentious than he's used to, nervous but striving to be genuine. she's definitely a bit thrown by the flowers, and she sounds apologetic when she explains she doesn't have any outdoor space, not even a balcony or patio, and her windowsills are too slim to host the plant. wille feels a bit wounded, wants to insist that she could just find a small table and set it near the window, but she's already suggested that he take it home with him and care for it "for me, until i can visit," she says, and he doesn't mind the idea, actually - has grown a little attached to the flowers.

he goes to sleep thinking of brown eyes and purple blossoms. he wakes up with them on his chest. the blossoms, that is, not the eyes. the spreading bellflowers bloom across his chest like elaborate watercolor tattoos, and he feels his heart leap behind the flowers as he traces them reverently. so he met his soulmate yesterday, and the bellflowers were meaningful to their day. but is it the boy from the greenhouse, or his date?

he knows who he wants it to be, but maybe fate, like his mother, has its own ideas about his path.

he doesn't want to contact simon or his date until he knows a bit more, so he has to wait a full day. he drags himself through his classes at uni, biting his nails down, the bellflowers burning under his clothes. (he'd been tempted to wear a v-neck shirt, show them off, but he also wants to cradle it to himself for a little while.) he stays up late, skin itching as the clock ticks towards midnight, at which point the bellflowers fade. instead, vines twine up both of his arms, curling like bracelets, embracing his wrists and forearms and the cut of his muscle. he knows those vines - couldn't name them, but he recognizes them from the greenhouse. there'd been a sign next to them, for an upcoming workshop, which he's guessing simon led yesterday.

he has an answer. and if the interest is mutual - which it isn't always, with soulmate marks, but he suspects it might be, if the bellflowers were a meaningful part of simon's day - then he is eager to bloom under this plant boy's touch.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Drabble challenge: #71 or #77, whichever is more fun😈

hehe hello. an eye for an eye, my dear, as promised ;) <3

#71 — One Of Your Girls, Troye Sivan

“Come on,” Simon says, knelt before him, head tilted back, long neck exposed, half-lidded eyes smeared with dark kohl. “Come on, baby.”

And it’s wrong, this isn’t—

Wille shakes his head, “Simon, what are you—”

“Isn’t this what you want?” he asks, half drawl, half angry. His shirt is tight and sheer and small, his pants hugging every curve, and he looks beautiful, but this isn’t— “Isn’t this what you’re looking for?”

“No, I— Simon—?”

“I thought this was what you wanted.” Simon pulls at his shirt, then grabs onto Wille’s belt buckle even as Wille pushes his hands away. “Just like that girl last night. Am I not pretty enough?”

Wille wants to cry. Wants to scream.

Like always, Simon only came here at Wille’s request. In the dark of night, after a particularly rough weekend of peacocking.

His precious secret; a sliver of something real. But is it? Because this— This is all wrong.

“Simon—“

“You want me to wear a skirt? A dress? How much of myself do I have to erase for you, Kronprinsen?”

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edit: realized i should add the actual song 😐 so people can get all the vibes

[youngroyals-events]

Announcing Kinktober and Other Events!

Thank you to everyone who took part in Wille's and Simon's months this summer, whether by creating content or reblogging or commenting. We're so happy to see the fandom engagement, and plan to do many more events to keep everyone creating and sharing! And we want to make sure we include events focused on other main or minor characters, rare pairings, or YR as a whole as well.

First, as a few people have expressed interest, we're happy to announce we're hosting a Kinktober event in October - and also a Drabble Challenge Week in September!

The provisional schedule for the next few months looks like this:

2-8 September - Drabble Challenge Week

Challenge yourself to write YR-themed drabbles! (That's a fic of exactly 100 words.) We'll give you some prompts for inspiration or you can do your own thing - separate post with full details coming soon.

1-31 October - Kinktober

Calling all creators of explicit fanworks! For those not familiar, Kinktober is a cross-fandom sex-themed fanwork event. We'll generate prompts for the month with a range of themes from mild to very spicy, so that those taking part can choose which level they're comfortable with. We'll post again with full details and the prompts nearer the time.

In the meantime, please feel free to send us suggestions for prompts! We're looking for one or two-word prompts at all levels of spice (some examples: Hands, Lingerie, Bondage).

November - December

No events - we're taking a couple of months off to let people take part in Secret Santa or other festive exchanges.

January

YR Week (dates to be decided)

February

A month for fanworks dedicated to our other main characters, with a week each for Felice, Sara and August, and an extra week for the minor characters.

March

Rare pairings week (dates to be decided)

April

30 April (Valborg) - Wilmon day

We'll then get feedback from you all nearer the time whether you want to run Wille and Simon's individual birthday events again or to mix it up next year.

Our aim is to have a mix of events that everyone can get involved with in some way, so if there's something you feel might be missing or you have other suggestions for events, please let us know!

[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: a proposal

“You won’t believe what happened to me today.”  Simon gets into bed after a long day spent sunbathing on an Italian beach, and lies next to Wille, Simon’s head resting on his chest.  “What?” Wille asks, smirking, putting his arm behind Simon’s shoulder.  “The guy I’ve been dating for two years asked me to marry him. On a deserted beach. Under the moonlight.”  “Ah, shit,” Wille says, taking Simon’s hand in his and bringing it close to his mouth. “I wanted to ask you too.” He kisses the ring he has put on his fiancè’s finger a few hours earlier. 

@youngroyals-events

[hergrandplan]

Maybe in another life

This idea hit me after posting the first one, so I guess we are doing two drabbles in one day! hopefully this makes up for that bit of angst?

@youngroyals-events

Wille falls headfirst on the couch, groaning loudly.

“Another successful date?”

Simon’s roommate just responds with another groan, this time muffled by a pillow, before rolling onto his back and grimacing. “I think I’m cursed to be forever single. Maybe I’ll find someone in another life.”

Simon takes a deep breath. “But you could be with me in this one.”

Simon’s about to brush it off as a joke when he sees Wille swallow before he, softly, hopefully, asks, “is that a serious offer?”

Simon nods, barely able to breathe, to speak, until suddenly, Wille surges forward, and kisses him.

[fbfh]

Do you have any fucking idea how easy it is to make August Horn completely and irrevocably obsessed with and attached to you??????? Do you have any idea?????? It's literally so easy. You know all those stereotypical pieces of advice that are like "oh the more you ignore a guy the more he'll want you" or "give him a little taste then act distant it'll drive him crazy". August is who those are about. I hate to be the one to say it but August Horn cannot handle casual sex. At least not as much as he likes to believe he can. Sure he can do random hookups but if he has sex with you more than twice, MAYBE three times, he's getting attached. If you really want to make him even more obsessed and also hella jealous and posessive, really drive it into his head how much he wants you and wants you all to himself, once he's already more into you than you're into him (which should happen very quickly) moan the wrong name when you're making out. Grind down on his cock when you're straddling his lap while he feels you up, then when he gets really into it, when his tongue is down your throat and he starts to rock your hips himself, moan the wrong name into his mouth. He can't quite tell what you said, but it sure as hell wasn't August.

"Who the fuck is that?"

His voice is low and rough, the words spoken right against your lips. You don't even seem to be aware of what you said, so he takes that as an opportunity to make you forget whatever other guys you were thinking about, make you only think about him. He fucks you deep and rough and very very posessivley, making you look into his eyes and tell him how good he's making you feel. He's handsy too, practically bear hugging you when he finally cums. He'll leave tons of hickeys all over you in super visible places too, including some between your thighs, just in case Christian or Tristan or whoever the hell sees you when he's not around.

[hehehereliesmysanity]

Champagne

Wille and Simon are best friends and Wille comes up with the brilliant idea to do a fake proposal for free champagne served for the newly-engaged couples in fancy restaurants. Wille gets up from the table and gets down on one knee with the cheap prop ring he got from the dollar store and proposes to his best friend Simon and every customer erupts with joy, cheering for them. Simon theatrically gasps with one hand over his mouth for the dramatic effect and says yes. Of course he does because that's the ruse. And then they share a brief close-mouthed kiss just like they agreed before. The waiter comes back with the free champagne and everybody is happy.

Except Wille feels different than a few minutes ago. Different than the reality where he didn't kiss his best friend and felt Simon's warm lips on his. He feels the electricity coursing through in his veins but that's probably because he is straight and he has never kissed a man before.

They keep doing the ruse a couple of times more. Each time something is different. Each time the kiss is getting longer. And one time there was tongue. And the other times after that. It is for free champagne and nothing more.

A year later, Wille gets down on one knee and produces a ring box in a crowded fancy restaurant. Simon laughs heartily at him.

"Baby, I think we are already past that point." he chuckles. "We don't have to fake propose to find an excuse to kiss each other now."

"This is not fake." Wille says instead.

That is when they get free champagne for the last time.

[caramelpenguin]

(loosely?) inspired by....welll.....😉

With a sliver of liquid courage in his veins and the quickening beating of his heart, Wille strokes Simon's curls, whose head rests on his lap, while his gaze drifts to the winking stars. He thinks about it for a few seconds- the sticky, slow summer of two years ago- and decides that if it all goes badly, he can always get drunk with their friends. Who probably haven't saved any pizza for them.

"We used to snog. Like, a lot." Wille says, almost stammers. Simon jolts, and he looks down to see those glinting brown eyes stare up at him. "A lot," he repeats.

The light from the living room spills out behind Wille, making Simon's skin glow as he quietly laughs. "We've never talked about this before."

"It's never come up in conversation."

A slight smirk. "It was two years ago."

Wille runs a hand through his hair, trying to play it off. "We made excuses to make-out for seven months."

"You counted?"

He splutters, shoving Simon's laughing figure until he almost tumbles off his lap. "No, not counting. It was the summer, and then the next half of the year. We told our friends we were busy, and then we'd go and snog somewhere private and- oh my god- we were just-like-"

"Teenage curiousity," Simon explains, mind already set. Certain.

Fragments of the past flicker in his mind. Gasping as Simon's leg slid between his own, tongues teasing and swirling and tasting, bruising kisses behind curtains, the sweetess of chocolate on lips, sugar on skin, and holding each other so tightly they were one soul, one entity.

"Do you ever think about it?" Simon asks, his voice quieter now, like they're discussing a secret.

Wille’s heart skips a beat, unsure of where this is going, unsure of the territory they're stepping into. Wille and Simon from two years ago never talked about this. Wille and Simon from last year almost talked about it, but they'd kissed each other as a dare instead as their friends cheered and drank and pretended like it was their first time smelling and inhaling the other.

His mouth is suddenly dry. "About what?"

Simon's lips twitch into a small smile. "You know. Us."

Wille hesitates, eyes flicking up to the stars, trying to find the right words in their light. "Yeah," he admits softly. "Sometimes."

The air between them is heavier, the playful banter from earlier fading like an old echo. Wille watches as Simon's fingers brush absently against the grass, his expression relaxed and unreadable.

Did you like me? Wille wants to ask, to scream. Did you romantically like me? Were you gripping onto sanity but succumbing each time our lips touched, each time we smiled at each other across the room? Did you go home and think about me like I did you?

June to December was a blissful haze of stolen touches and lips and tongue and teeth. Reality settled in with the winter snow. By April, Simon had a boyfriend. Nobody needs to know the selfish relief that melted inside Wille when Simon and Marcus broke up by the end of the year.

And nobody needs to know that, a few hours later, as their friends are watching a film, the two of them are hiding in the kitchen with a bottle of wine. That Wille's sucking Simon's bottom lip into his mouth, hand buried into his curls, and Simon's leg is inbetween his own, nails gripping his face, the slow rhythm of his hips much like the melody of the summer where they fell in love.

now with a part 2!

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[gulliblelemon]

Like That

“What happened last Friday…” Simon feels Wille tense beside him. “It was— I just—“

“Maybe we could do that again.” 

Wille has gone pink with his outburst. Simon watches the blush disappear into his collar. Swallowing, Simon nods, trying to bite down his smile.

— 

Later, they lie tangled in Wille’s bed; content, giddy and a little bashful.

“I wondered if you would shut me down,” Simon says, vulnerable in his happiness. “Say you weren’t like that.”

“Oh, I’m definitely like that.”

Simon giggles. “I can see.” He takes a breath. “But maybe we should try again. Just to be sure.”

Thanks, @youngroyals-events!

[purplehoodiesandclementines]

So... I'm not sure how this happened, and I know drabble week is technically over... But I kept thinking of you, @gulliblelemon, last night, and of the many beautiful gems you've gifted to us over the past week (despite announcing initially that you were "not like that"!). Some of them keep living in my heart, they are canon now.

So since I've recently discovered that writing fanfic for others is fun (and frankly the only way I feel brave enough to post anything), I wrote you this little thank you note. It's an expansion of one of my favorite scenes.

Thank you for being the spectacular human you are, and for being a wonderful friend. 💜

🛵

"Thanks for inviting me. I—uh, I had a great time." Running a hand through his hair, Wille glanced down before meeting Simon's eyes with a shy smile.

"Me too." Simon nodded, rolling his lips to stop the idiotic grin from overtaking his face.

"Good night, Simon."

"Good night... Wille."

Simon stared after him, a fond giggle bubbling up in his chest as Wille stepped backwards, stumbling slightly before turning to walk up to Forest Ridge.

Someone snorted behind Simon.

Rolling his eyes, he climbed back onto Rosh’s scooter.

"Shut up."

Ayub raised his hands.

"We didn't even say anything!”

🛵

[pagegirlintraining]

wilmon + "Simon, wait!"

Had a bit of a stressful end of the week so this took a while, but thanks for the awesome prompt 💜

“Simon, wait!”

There was no way to fight the same idiotic smile he’d felt take over his face again and again for the past hour as Simon spun back around, even if his skin was prickling with nerves at the sight of sweaty blonde strands grazing pale, freckled skin where they’d fallen loose from the messy bun their owner had attempted with every step of the half-jog that Wille was currently doing towards him; he hadn’t expected him to notice, much less respond this soon.

“You forgot your drawing,” Wille told him through a puff of breath once he’d made it all the way to Simon’s car, holding out the sticky note to him with a slightly sheepish expression, and oh, okay, that’s what this was. Looking from Wille’s flushed face to the piece of paper in his hand containing - at most - a somewhat decent doodle of a frog he’d been working on for the past ten minutes before leaving the restaurant, Simon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry out in frustration; Wille really was making this whole thing much harder than he’d hoped it would be.

“I didn’t,” he said after steeling himself for a second, feeling the adrenaline in his body making his heart pound way above its regular speed, all because Wille seemed set on making him spell it all out, “I left it for you, because you said the other day that frogs were your favorite animal, remember? And, uh, I was hoping you’d think it was cute, or whatever, and that that would make you say yes.”

“Say- Say yes to what?” Wille asked, sounding genuinely baffled, and it was not at all fair how cute he was when he got like this.

“The, uh, the question”, Simon replied, heartbeat thumping in his ears as he pointed to where a little speech bubble over the frog’s head said, “Dinner on Friday, just you and me?” with Simon’s number in tidy little figures right beneath it. “So maybe we can talk while you’re not waiting tables and I’m not technically supposed to be studying?”

Simon knew Wille’s answer before he gave it, his heart giving an exceptionally joyful pump before it stuttered for a moment at the sight of the brilliant smile lighting up Wille’s face, all glowing cheeks and crooked front teeth.

“Yes.”

Cheating you say? What even counts as cheating anymore these days 😇

Send me wilmon + a sentence and I’ll give you 5 some more :)