It’s pride you know which picture is becoming my new pfp

His rambling cut off abruptly, and Simon felt a grin pull on his lips. “I’d very much like to be friends with you, Wille. My name is Simon. I don’t really have a nickname, but if you want you can come up with one?” Simon was fully dressed by this point, turning back around to face Wille. With amusement, he realized that he had been right and Wille was facing towards the back wall.

Oh, sweet summer child. Simon almost felt bad for him.

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In which Simon and Wille are both pornstars. Wille needs a little help getting comfortable in the field, and so who is Simon to deny him some help?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56373064

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

wille’s birthdays will be happy from now on 😌💜

roads lead back to you - chapter three <3

Simon confronts his past. Wille confronts the present.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56024617/chapters/143084767

cumpleaños feliz, mi princesa

“What do you want to do today?” Simon whispered, catching Wille’s hand before he could pull it back from his face. He intertwined their fingers, bringing the back of Wille’s hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss there.

Wille hummed. “And if I said I wanted to stay in bed all day with you?”

Simon grinned cheekily. “Then I’d say it’s your day, birthday boy. Who am I to deny that request?” Wille giggled as Simon rolled on top of him, pinning his hands to the bed and bringing their lips close enough to touch, but not quite closing the gap. He hovered there, lips barely grazing Wille’s as he breathed out, “what do you want?”

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AKA Wille getting his pillow princess moment on his birthday <3

cumpleaños feliz, mi princesa

“What do you want to do today?” Simon whispered, catching Wille’s hand before he could pull it back from his face. He intertwined their fingers, bringing the back of Wille’s hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss there.

Wille hummed. “And if I said I wanted to stay in bed all day with you?”

Simon grinned cheekily. “Then I’d say it’s your day, birthday boy. Who am I to deny that request?” Wille giggled as Simon rolled on top of him, pinning his hands to the bed and bringing their lips close enough to touch, but not quite closing the gap. He hovered there, lips barely grazing Wille’s as he breathed out, “what do you want?”

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AKA Wille getting his pillow princess moment on his birthday <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56247610

oh alice we're growing up...<3

I didn't know you like singing. I don't like singing. You don't? No. No. I like listening to you singing.

YOUNG ROYALS | 3.02

thank you for sharing <3

idea from x

i'm looking for a man in finance (6'5, brown eyes) https://archiveofourown.org/works/56173111

Simon and Wille are best friends who decide to start a TikTok account one day. Chaos and miscommunication ensue.

(based off of Omar's post from the other day, idek ???)

roads lead back to you - chapter two

Simon settles into his new life, and Wille confronts their past.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56024617/chapters/142568953

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56024617

Roads Lead Back to You

Three weeks after he woke up in the hospital, he found himself in a nightclub.

He wasn’t really sure what motivated him to enter the club, and if someone asked him he wouldn’t have an answer. He’d been walking by and the music, the lights and the strong beat of the bass had pulled him in like a wave to shore, like a magnet was drawing him close. The club, something seedy and dark, had no bouncer. He didn’t think too long about what that said about the establishment, instead thanking small victories. He’d walked inside no problem, no one telling him to leave and no one asking him his name. For that he was grateful, for if he’d been asked to show any piece of ID he wouldn’t have been able to provide it.

He had no idea who he was.

or

Simon Eriksson wakes up from a coma after six months, with no idea who he was in his past life.

Simon's fidgety little hands the first and last times he goes to kiss Wille 🥺