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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
The anxious, sharp lines of his arousal had softened into blurry, beautiful watercolour. The night was just beginning and he could take his time, enjoying and exploring every inch of Simon’s body. He kissed his hips, and his stomach, following the faint line of hair down from his bellybutton...
"Naughty, naughty, naughty" ~ Omar describing this chapter, probably
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#H E L P#suddenly i'm thirsty#the sweet ending though 🥰#killed me in another type of way#sweet and spicy#my favourite kind of fic#your brand love#earlgrey-lateatnight
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Tell Me Who You Wanna Be, and I Will Set You Free
Wille’s hands are still shaking when he gets into the car. He winds the window down a crack, loosening his tie and closing his eyes as the late spring breeze caresses his face. Rich food and the release of pent up rage have left him sweaty and nauseated. His whole body feels off balance. He hasn’t cried yet.
Malin doesn’t speak for the entire journey. Wille stares at the passing scenery, trees and fields and other cars merging into one long, hypnotic blur while evening turns rapidly into night. Oncoming headlights sting his eyes. He hasn’t cried yet.
It’s fully dark by the time they arrive in Bjärstad. Simon’s house looks the same as always, like Simon himself; safe, dependable, warmly lit from the inside. Wille knocks, smoothing a stray hair back into place. He gets a text in response. Come in ❤️
Simon doesn’t attend Wille’s birthday celebrations at the palace, but Wille still blows up at his parents. Later, he visits Simon in Bjärstad.
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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
It had been raining all afternoon, heavy sheets of it lashing against the glass. It fitted in quite nicely with the effect Simon was going for. Dimmed lamps instead of the main light, heating on, his favourite blanket thrown over the back of the sofa. He wanted to make his apartment look extra inviting, extra
“Cosy,” Wille smiled as he wandered around the living room.
Date night number 2 :)
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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
Sorry. Did I wake you?
Yeah but it’s OK :)
Truthfully, he had found it very hard to sleep after Simon’s message. He’d read it over and over, grinning in the dark, tucked up in his duvet like a happy little burrito. He finally drifted off with his phone still in his hand, playing a compilation of Simon’s music videos on a loop with the sound off.
Some texting. Some flirting :)
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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
Simon’s socials had been pretty quiet for the last few days. More pictures and videos from the signing kept being uploaded, along with various stories from fans. The video with Wille in it was everywhere (now there were slow motion versions and ones with weird voice overs), but Simon himself was nowhere to be seen. It was stressing him out.
Wille contrives a meeting. Simon is less than subtle.
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#Text me when you wake up#i'm OBSESSED#OBSESSED#assfghkkjhfddggh#love them#love you#earlgrey lateatnight
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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
He wondered, idly, if any videos from the signing session had been uploaded yet. He picked his phone up off the bedside table and opened Twitter again, instantly greeted by even more posts of Simon in his jaw dropping lilac outfit. One video in particular already had thousands of likes and shares; I want to talk about cute boys with him!! Wille opened it, intrigued.
Fanboy Wille meets singer Simon at an album signing. An AU inspired by this post by @simonsapelsin, & Omar having a very nice time at Lyko :)
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Hi again anon, I had a little go at writing this for you. I hope you like it :)
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“You brought us a Semla!” Wille beamed, fighting with the sway of the hammock so that he could sit upright, “I haven’t had one of these for years.”
Simon smiled to himself as he set the cake down on his lap, unfurling it from its paper wrapper. He would never get enough of making Wille grin like that, with crinkly eyes and cutely crooked teeth, “This one is from Sundberg’s in Bjärstad. They make the best Semla.”
“Mmm,” Wille shuffled closer, “well we know all the best things come from Bjärstad.”
He was so earnest in his cheesiness. Simon tried to roll his eyes, but he ended up getting lost in Wille’s instead. He gave him a little love nudge with his knee, “Do you want the top or the bottom?”
“Huh? What?” Wille laughed, distracted, cheeks flushing in the early spring chill.
Simon smirked when he caught it, “Of the cake, Wille, but good to know where your mind’s at.”
Wille huffed. He shook his head, looking down at his hands as he mumbled, “I’ll have the top.”
“Hmm. Interesting.”
“Simon!”
“OK! I’m sorry. Here,” he broke the top part off the cake and handed it over, still giggling at how flustered Wille had become.
“Thank you,” Wille held the sponge up to his face. He sniffed it before he took a bite, “Oh my god!”
“Told you,” Simon wriggled his shoulders, proud, and more than a little smug. He took a big bite of his own half, licking cream and icing sugar off his lips, mouth still mostly full when he added, “Good, right?” He glanced over. Wille was staring at him, “What?”
“You’ve got,” Wille laughed fondly, “come here.” He leaned in and softly kissed a blob of cream off Simon’s nose, wiping away the little bit that remained with the pad of his thumb.
Time seemed to slow to nothing. His touch was so gentle. Simon’s eyes dropped to his lips. It still felt so new, being out in public like this. Malin had stationed herself by the shoreline, out of earshot, and nobody else was nearby, but Simon’s stomach still fluttered with excitement as their lips met. He sighed when Wille pulled away, not quite ready to relinquish the warmth of him.
He’d forgotten all about the cake until Wille started eating again.
“This really is so good.”
“Mmm.”
“Although, I’ve noticed you have more cream than me,” he eyed Simon’s remaining piece.
Simon laughed, drawing it closer to his chest to protect it, “Hey, you wanted the top.”
Wille looked at the cake again, then back up at Simon with an obvious, exaggerated pout. Simon swiped away some cream with his finger, ready to make a show of licking it off, but Wille got there first. He held Simon’s wrist, slowly bringing his finger to his own mouth. Simon swallowed, unable to look away as Wille’s tongue peeked out, lapping, sucking, teasing.
“Um…” He suddenly regretted borrowing Wille’s coat.
Wille pulled off, all smiley and princely and pleased with himself, “Thanks.”
Simon’s face was so hot. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He dipped his finger in the cream again and offered it out, throat bobbing with nerves and embarrassment and arousal, “Do… Do you want some more?”
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The Way You See Me
Their first time had been a lot like this, Wille thought, and the memory stung more than he expected it to. He’d learned a lot since then. The first time he was mostly just doing what he knew felt good for him, blindly hoping that Simon liked it, too. Now they could talk about this stuff, about what they wanted or didn’t want, what felt good or bad or weird. He loved that aspect of their relationship, the openness and the trust they felt for one another. Most of the time it was enough, more than enough, even, but his memories of their first night together would always be tainted. Angry and sharp, piercing the softness of what came before.
Simon becomes a reluctant boarder at Hillerska. Wille offers some comfort on his first night.
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#SUBLIME.#that's the first word that popped into my head after reading this#also:#BEAUTIFUL.#❤️❤️❤️#earlgrey-lateatnight
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Wear Your Independence Like a Crown
Wille gently dragged the razor over the smooth contours of Simon’s jawline while Simon leaned against the bathroom counter, basking in the warmth of their shared shower and Wille’s undivided attention.
“I can’t believe we actually spent three days in bed.”
“Not just in bed,” Wille dipped the razor in the sink, “on the sofa, and the kitchen table, and against the…Hey, hold still,” he huffed fondly as Simon giggled, “don’t smile.”
“So don’t make me smile,” Simon opened his eyes, dark and sparkling and playful. He’d been in an exceptionally good mood since his reconciliation with Ayub and their return home from Bjärstad. Wille had loved every minute of it.
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Wille woke up feeling groggy, and weird. Drained, actually. Like he was getting a cold or flu or something. He glanced down at Simon, sleeping soundly with his head on Wille’s chest. Serene. Beautiful. Wille felt bad for moving him, but his neck really hurt for some reason. He gently rolled Simon onto the other side of the bed and went to assess the damage from the previous night, carefully navigating the clothes they’d left strewn all over the floor and hoping Simon hadn’t left too big of a hickey. He didn’t want to wear a turtleneck sweater to class in the middle of July.
Wille picked up his toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste onto it. He almost reached his mouth before he dropped it in the sink with a loud clang.
The noise roused Simon, and he padded over to where Wille was standing, yawning and wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, covering Wille’s trembling hands with his own.
“Sorry baby,” he nuzzled the bite marks on Wille’s neck, “I got a bit carried away.”
Wille swallowed thickly, staring straight ahead into the empty mirror.
“But now we can be free together. That’s what you wanted, right?”
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I had to write it. That photo is too beautiful.
Click.
Wille smiled at the picture he’d just taken. He debated setting it as his lock screen, and spent a few minutes cropping the sides and messing around with the zoom. Hmmm. He looked at it, unlocked the screen again. No. He changed his wallpaper back to their silly graduation selfie. This was a memory he wanted to keep away from prying eyes. One he wanted just for the two of them.
Simon glanced at him over his shoulder, sun warmed and smiley and gorgeous, and completely oblivious to Wille’s impromptu photo shoot. Wille smiled back. He’d show him later. Make him giggle and blush and deny how breathtakingly beautiful he was. He shifted over to the other side of the sun lounger, gesturing for Simon to join him.
They’d slept most of the morning away, having arrived at the villa late the previous evening. The bright Tuscan sun was already high in the sky, reflecting off the water in the pool and making it shimmer.
Simon wound his way over to where Wille was sitting, hiding under the trellis that stretched out above the patio doors. His bright yellow swim shorts fit snugly around his slim hips and thighs, maybe a size too small, not that Wille was complaining.
“God, the sun just loves you,” he mused, arms moving instinctively to wrap around Simon’s body and cuddle him close.
“Mmm,” Simon lifted his leg, draping it over and between both of Wille’s, “I don’t think it likes you quite so much.” He placed a kiss to the tip of Wille’s already sunburned nose, “Here, let me.”
He picked up a tube of sunscreen and squeezed some out onto his fingers, delicately applying it to Wille’s nose and cheeks. “There,” he kissed him softly, “need to protect that beautiful face.”
Something tightened in Wille’s chest, and he felt his eyes start to shimmer and shine like the pool water. He pulled Simon down for more kisses, slowly stroking his face and neck and sides as their tongues slid together.
His hand moved lower, and lower, until it came to rest on the curve of Simon’s ass, squeezing gently.
Simon giggled, breaking their kiss and hiding his head beneath Wille’s chin, “Someone will see.”
“There’s no one else here,” Wille soothed, but he moved his hand all the same, back to the safer territory of Simon’s waist.
Simon snuggled into him, warm, content. “We could always go back to bed,” he said innocently, tracing a little pattern on Wille’s bare chest.
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Perfect
“Remember the first time I came over?” Wille stroked his hip, “You were so horny for me you forgot what your fish were called.”
Simon smiled at the memory, “I was a little bit horny, I guess.”
“Extremely horny.”
“Happy to see you.”
“Absolutely desperate to fu”
“OK!” Simon huffed fondly. He pressed his palm against Wille’s chest, “You drove me crazy. The way you hugged me, with your arms all tight around my waist, and when you kissed my neck I just… I’d never been held like that in my life.”
30 something Wille and Simon spend Christmas in Bjärstad 🎄
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Hi :) Here is a very fluffy, somewhat smutty little fic to say merry Christmas & thank you for all your kudos, comments, likes and reblogs throughout the year 💜 Thank you for being lovely x
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Show Me
“I can, um, show you.”
Simon nodded, his gaze meandering from Wille’s eyes down to his lips. This was the first time they had truly been alone in days. Wille’s speech, and the subsequent media firestorm that followed it, had resulted in Royal Court representatives occupying the Eriksson kitchen twenty four seven for the last week and a half, eating Polvorosas cookies and drinking coffee on the premise of providing security and shooing away the press. Loud video game noises weren’t really much cover against all of that. The way Wille was looking at him now made his cheeks flush with heat.
“OK,” Wille took his hand, “come here.”
He started to lead Simon through a doorway, but Simon let his hand drop, glancing nervously over his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“My mom,” Simon gestured towards the other room, the room they had been shut out of while the ‘grown ups’ discussed their fate.
“They won’t start without us, Simon.”
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#how do you do it?!#how do you write such emotional smut i can't deal#awjshshjdkskdld#earlgrey-lateatnight
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The Purple Hoodie Stays ON During Sex
“Do you want to go back to Bjärstad instead?” Wille asked, wrapping his arm around Simon’s shoulders. His boyfriend didn’t do very well in the cold. He always had at least three layers on at any given time.
“Not really. My mom’s at home tonight. We wouldn’t have any privacy,” he put his hand on Wille’s thigh.
Wille raised an eyebrow, “What are you suggesting?”
Simon smiled. He pulled Wille in for a kiss, slowly moving his hand higher until he was cupping him between his legs, “Well I mean, we’re all alone. In a dark room.”
“I thought you came over to do your homework.”
Simon squeezed his cock, “No you didn’t.”
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Hi :) Here is the tenth and final part of my lifeguard Simon/surfer Wille AU 💜 I’ve really enjoyed writing these little instalments over the last ten weeks. Thank you very much for reading along and for all your lovely comments and reblogs. You can also read the whole thing on ao3.
“Simon! Hurry up, it’s starting!”
Simon rushes in from the kitchen, passing a large bowl of popcorn over to Rosh as he squishes onto the sofa between her and his mother. Wille is being interviewed on the news tonight. It’s a fluff piece about his new role as sustainability manager for Vale Cosmetics, but Kristina will be there with him, too, so it’s bound to get good ratings.
Simon has spent the last two days packing, getting ready to move into a small apartment he and Wille found together. His mother is overjoyed.
“He got a haircut!” Linda squeezes Simon’s knee, “Doesn’t he look handsome?”
Simon nods, eyes glued to the screen. Wille’s floppy locks have been trimmed into a neater, more mature style. He was apprehensive when Wille first told him about it, but he’s loving the new look more and more with every passing second.
The interviewer is a blonde woman with pink lipstick too bright for her face. Wille is eloquent and friendly as he answers her safe but slightly stupid questions. Kristina sits next to him with a thin lipped smile, poised to pounce with her PR strategy if he makes any mistakes. Simon can’t help but smirk to himself when Wille does the whole thing flawlessly.
“And what made you want to take Vale in this new direction, Wilhelm? As a force of change for the better?”
Wille smiles warmly, “Actually, it was my partner’s idea.”
Simon’s eyes widen.
“Oh really?” The presenter leans in, far more engaged than she was ten seconds ago, “And what’s your partner’s name? Tell me about them.”
Wille laughs. Simon can tell he’s blushing under his makeup, “Well his name is Simon, but that’s all you’re getting,” he gives a little wave to the camera.
Ayub lets out a low whistle. Rosh drops the handful of popcorn that hasn’t made it to her mouth, “Did he just come out on national TV?”
Simon grins, cheeks flushing pink, “I think he did.”
Wille arrives a while after the broadcast, armed with a large cheese pizza and another roll of packing tape. Ayub makes off with the pizza as Wille gives Simon a hug.
“Hi,” he greets everyone as he shrugs out of his coat.
Simon’s mom waves shyly. Simon stands back to introduce them, “Wille, this is Mom, I mean, Linda.”
“Hey,” Wille shakes her hand.
“You did so well in that interview,” Linda gushes.
Wille blushes and stutters and enters full ‘meeting my boyfriend’s mother for the first time’ mode, pulling out a rickety kitchen chair for her and promising to get her plenty of free samples. Affection blooms in Simon’s chest as he watches them together.
Rosh nudges his elbow, “You still haven’t thanked me, you know.”
“For?”
“For making you take that lifeguard job last summer. Don’t you remember how pissed off you were when I drove you to the interview?”
“Fuck,” Simon laughs, “yeah, OK. I guess I should say thank you.”
“I accept both cash and chocolate payments.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Later that evening, he pushes Wille back onto his bed, surrounded by boxes and piles of clothes and all the other bits and pieces they’ve given up packing in favour of kissing each other. Wille unbuttons Simon’s jeans and slips his hand inside, smiling against Simon’s lips as he strokes and teases. Simon clings to him, rocking into every touch, so aroused by the naughtiness of doing it with all their clothes on. Wille can tell when he’s getting close. He pulls Simon out through the slit in his underwear and finishes him off with his mouth instead. Simon eagerly reciprocates once he gets his breath back.
“You were so brave tonight,” he says, tucking Wille’s new, shorter hair behind his ear as they hold each other.
Wille shrugs, “It didn’t feel brave to me,” his voice is quiet. He tangles Simon’s fingers with his own, “Just honest.”
He smiles, and Simon smiles back. It won’t always be this easy, he knows that, but he’s in it for the long haul, and as Wille kisses his forehead and cuddles him even closer, Simon knows that he is, too.
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Here is part 9 of my surfer Wille/Lifeguard Simon AU :)
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“Simon,” Simon smiles, keeping his hand firmly by his side.
Kristina doesn’t offer hers either, “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Simon doesn’t miss the way her eyes flit up and down his body, silently assessing him from head to toe.
“Simon and I actually have plans tonight, Mom,” Wille crosses his arms.
Kristina sniffs, finally turning back towards her son, “Oh?”
“Yes. We have reservations, so…”
A powerful silence fills the room. Simon wonders who will be first to break it. He’s about to cough, or clear his throat or something, but surprisingly Kristina is the first to speak.
“Hmm, alright. I’ll drop by tomorrow, Wilhelm. So we can finish our chat.”
Wille clenches his jaw.
“Goodnight, both of you,”
“Night.”
Wille’s shoulders slump as the door clicks shut behind her.
“What was all that about?” Simon asks, pulling his shirt sleeves down over his hands. Kristina hadn’t been openly hostile towards him, but the atmosphere between her and Wille was so frosty he expected to see his own breath.
Wille perches on the edge of the sofa. His leg bounces as he brings his thumbnail up to his mouth, “She wants me to ‘take a more active role’ in the company now I’m in my twenties, and she’s not backing down this time. She said if I don’t start contributing, she’ll cut me off.”
Simon sits next to him. He doesn’t really know what to say, so he gives Wille a kiss on his temple.
Wille hugs himself, leg still jittering against Simon’s thigh, “I suppose I could get a normal person’s job.”
Simon nods softly.
“I don’t know where I’d live, though. The rent on this place is not cheap,” he leans against Simon’s shoulder.
Simon plays with his hair, slipping the silky strands between his fingers, “You could come and live with us. There’s still a shelf in the refrigerator that isn’t assigned to anyone.”
Wille chuckles. The leg bouncing stops as he snuggles further into Simon’s warmth.
“We wouldn’t be able to have sex on the sofa any more, though.”
“Wow. That’s an unbearable compromise.”
They smile at each other. Wille sighs heavily, kissing Simon on the shoulder before sitting up again.
“What does she actually want you to do?”
“She didn’t say. She never does. It’s always hints and manipulation, making you guess what she wants and then laying on the guilt when you get it wrong.”
Simon nods thoughtfully, “So, in theory, your role in the company could be whatever you want?”
“I really doubt it.”
“OK, but you wouldn’t necessarily have to become a boring corporate asshole. Couldn’t you use your influence for something good? Like, being in charge of sustainability, or ethical manufacturing?”
Wille’s eyes widen as he thinks about it. He’s talked to Simon at length about the threat to the oceans, all the plastic and the pollution and the damage it causes, “That’s… Actually brilliant.”
Simon beams.
“Holy fuck. I could do something that actually matters.”
“And keep your mom happy.”
Wille dismisses that with a hand wave, “Fuck, yeah, I could…”
His mind is racing faster than he can speak. He holds Simon’s hand, then cups his face, then leans in to kiss him, serious and giddy all at once, “I love you.”
Simon smiles as he says it back. Whispers it against Wille’s lips as they fall into bed together. Giggles it two hours later, when Wille finally remembers their dinner reservations.
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Part 8 of my lifeguard/surfer AU :)
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Rosh and Ayub are in the kitchen when Simon gets home, a half cut deck of cards on the small table between them.
“Hey,” Simon floats across the lino, smiling and giddy.
“You look pleased,” Rosh smirks at him.
Simon smiles wider, “I’m in a relationship.”
“Yeah, with Wille,” Ayub looks confused, “he was here two nights ago.”
“Yes, but we weren’t official before,” Simon explains, “now we are.”
“What’s the difference?”
“He said we’re in a relationship.”
“Huh?”
Rosh sighs loudly to interrupt them, gesturing to Ayub to play his next hand, “Simon, you’re clearly incoherent, so I’ll address this to Ayub. What are we making for dinner?”
“Don’t mind,” Ayub shrugs.
Simon giggles randomly at something Wille said on the way home.
Rosh rolls her eyes, “Rice, then. We’ll make something with rice.”
It rains all the next day. Simon zips his mint green windbreaker up to his neck, stuffing his hands in the big pocket at the front. The beach is almost deserted, apart from a young family making sandcastles, and Wille, who he waves to every so often.
The summer will be over soon. He can already feel the chill in the air. A few more weeks and he’ll have to go back to working at the local pool. He wonders idly whether Wille will take a keen interest in lane swimming during the colder months. It’s a nice thought.
His boyfriend emerges from the sea a short while later, leaning down for a quick kiss and a squeeze of Simon’s hand.
“It’s getting kinda rough,” Wille tells him, “I’m gonna call it a day.”
“OK.”
“When do you finish?”
“Four thirty.”
“OK. Do you still wanna go to that Thai place?”
“Sure.”
The family is watching them, Simon notices, but their smiles are kind. Simon realises for the first time that both parents are women. It warms something inside his chest, and he pulls Wille close for a deeper kiss.
Wille smiles down at him, “Come over whenever. I’ll be home all afternoon,” he tugs on the strings of Simon’s hood, “this is the cutest coat ever, by the way. You look adorable.”
Simon blushes, shaking away the compliment, “See you later.”
He doesn’t even reach Wille’s apartment before he realises something’s wrong. The door is ajar, for starters, and he can hear raised voices. One of them is Wille’s, the other’s is a woman’s. He knocks tentatively, psyching himself up to barge in if he needs to. The shouting stops. High heeled shoes clack their way across Wille’s hardwood floors. The door swings open, and he’s face to face with Wille’s mother, imposing and furious.
“I suppose you’re the boyfriend.”
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