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Happy Valentine’s Day! 💜 Have a little friends to lovers fluff xx

“I want you to snuggle me.”

Simon isn’t sure he’s heard it right, at first. He’s trying to help Wille - a very drunk, very floppy and slurring his words Wille - to take his shoes off and climb into bed, but his best friend and flatmate is more interested in sprawling every which way, fully clothed, than actually getting under the covers.

“What?” He laughs, wrestling with Wille’s left sneaker, “What did you say?”

“Simon. Simon Simon Simon Simon. Simon,” he says the last one very seriously, propping himself up on one elbow as he struggles to make eye contact, “snuggle me. Right now. We should snuggle.”

“You’re very drunk, Wille,” Simon yanks the shoe free with a small huff.

Wille hums in agreement, “Snuggles, though.”

Simon shakes his head.

“But you’re so cuddly!” Wille groans dramatically, “Every time we hug I wish we were hugging more.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Simon giggles. He catches Wille’s other foot and starts picking at his laces.

“Does make sense,” Wille nods, “we make a lot of sense. Us.”

“Right.” It’s usually best to agree with Wille when he’s in this state. Otherwise he gets pouty and morose and Simon isn’t in the mood to deal with sad Wille tonight.

“Don’t you want to snuggle me?”

Fuck, why is he looking at Simon like that? His heavy lidded gaze is almost longing.

“Why do you want to snuggle me?” Simon tries to tease, tries to throw Wille off a bit, but his voice betrays him and he just sounds intrigued. Insecure.

“Cos you’re perfect, obviously.”

“Wille…” This is getting weird. He’s acutely aware that he’s helping Wille to remove an item of clothing, even if it is only a shoe, “Stop it now, OK?”

Wille frowns at him, “Did I upset you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

Simon sighs, exasperated, “Yes. But you’ve had a lot to drink. You don’t want to say something you’ll regret tomorrow.”

“Won’t regret it,” Wille smiles, “I’ll still want to snuggle you tomorrow.”

Fucking hell! Simon grits his teeth. Wille is both infuriating and adorable, and, well… Simon’s seen him looking. He’s seen Wille’s eyes flutter over his bare collarbones when he makes coffee in the morning, wearing only his bathrobe, still damp from the shower. He’s seen the way Wille glances at him when they’re studying together, when he thinks Simon isn’t looking. The way he leans in closer and closer every time they go out drinking. He isn’t blind, but he isn’t stupid, either. Wille is far from ‘out,’ and they have to keep living together for the rest of the semester.

“If I cuddle you,” Simon hedges, “will you go to sleep straight after?”

Wille nods eagerly.

“OK, move up, then.”

Wille shuffles towards the wall, arms outstretched for Simon to fall into. Simon lays himself down carefully, turning to face Wille, but still keeping some distance between their bodies.

Wille grins at him, “This isn’t snuggling.”

Simon rolls his eyes. He groans in mock annoyance as Wille manhandles him into a bear hug, one arm under his neck and the other around his waist. They fit together surprisingly well, despite the height difference. His face ends up in the crook of Wille’s shoulder, breathing in the clean, spicy scent of the perfume he borrowed, and it’s fine. It’s nice, even. Then Wille’s thigh pushes up between his legs, and suddenly Simon isn’t breathing normally.

“Simon,” Wille’s hand is warm on his back, sliding up under his shirt to stroke in small circles. He nudges Simon’s nose with his, lips parted for a kiss, but Simon pulls back, pressing his palm against Wille’s chest.

“Not while you’re drunk, OK?” He whispers, nuzzling Wille’s nose so he knows it’s not a ‘no,’ just a ‘wait,’ a ‘hang on.’ ‘Let’s do this properly, because I really want it, too.’

“OK,” Wille whispers back.

They finally fall asleep all tangled together, limbs and warmth and mussed up clothing, Simon’s head resting on Wille’s chest.

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the diva

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are you there. like mentally

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I can't do this anymore. Young Royals, S03E05

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Via.

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Young Royals 3.01

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[recoloring: 2022]

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Via.

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Via.

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10 Simon screencaps per episode

↪ Season 2 - Episode 5

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10 Wille screencaps per episode

↪ Season 2 - Episode 5

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With both suitcases in hand, Simon looks around and follows the arrows telling him where to go. He walks down a weirdly flat automatic stairway —there aren't any actual stairs on the damn thing, which turns out to be quite good considering his heavy luggage. Simon can’t imagine what it would be like if he had brought everything he needed with him on the plane. A lot of his equipment has already been shipped over to Ms. Persson’s house, where Simon will be staying for the next year.

It hits him, again, that this is real. That Simon truly packed his things, left his mama and his sister behind at Stockholm’s airport with more than a few stray tears, and flew across the ocean in an uncomfortable seat for way too many hours, only to land in Montréal. Where he will be staying for the next year.

Because Simon moved halfway across the globe to live with a billet family to play hockey.

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Or, an AU where Simon moves in with a host family when he gets chosen by a new hockey team, halfway across the globe. While he gets along with his host parents, their son isn't too happy about this new living situation.

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Edvin listed as co-owner? Co-founder? of OMR Beauty now 👀

(On OMR Beauty’s website)

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Change My Mind - Chapter 4

It's possible that ultimately, it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy type of thing. But something changes. Barely noticeable at first but glaringly obvious once Simon realizes. He tries so hard to look for signs that Wilhelm is silently judging him, has found a new reason to look down on him, that Simon unlearns to ignore him. Every effort he made previously to ban Wilhelm to the periphery of his perception was in vain. Now, he notices Wilhelm.

Everywhere. All the time. Now, he’s hyper aware of his presence, knows where Wilhelm is in a room in relation to his own position. He notices where Wilhelm sits at lunch, registers what he eats, sees who he talks to and picks up his voice from across the room. It drives him fucking insane and he doesn’t know how to stop it.

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