hi hi hiiiiiiiiiii thank u to my darling @angelsfalling16 for tagging me 2day!!! i havent been writing like at all recently, which i hate but i did make a wip wednesday banner awhile ago so might as well use it!!!! anywayz heres the beginning of a stupid crack fic i cannot get out of my fucking head
Baz is a sane person.
Baz is not pathetic.
These are the sentiments he likes to tell himself while he’s making and acting upon the occasionally insane decision. It’s how he copes with his choices, or perhaps how he deludes himself, but regardless he repeats the words over and over in his mind, as he squeezes the remainder of Simon Snow’s toothpaste into the sink.
… It’s insane and it’s pathetic and it’s been happening for well over a year now. It’s practically routine, as much as he loathes to admit it.
Baz keeps, well, a decidedly watchful eye on his roommate’s Watford-issued tube of toothpaste. He waits until it’s nearly gone, and whenever Snow finds himself adequately preoccupied with his Chosen One duties, Baz squeezes whatever’s left of the minty paste straight down the drain. Then, he conveniently leaves his own expensive, plaque-resistant and teeth-whitening brand of toothpaste out on the counter, on the off-chance that Snow will take advantage upon the discovery of his own used up tube. He usually does, and Baz can always tell because he leaves small, teal globs of it on the inside of the cap. And for the next few days, whenever Baz brushes his teeth, he thinks about how this gives him the tiniest sliver of indirect, secondhand mouth to mouth contact.
He’s disgusted with himself, of course, and he’s humiliated.
But worst of all, he’s obsessed.
here are some tags but i literally have no idea who does or doesnt want to be tagged in my wip wednesdays so lmk i guess!
I can’t believe I’m finally doing one of these again! I said I’d be around when school was out, and then I got asked to work a 2 week summer school, not knowing how awful it would be (and it’s only day 2!) I worked 12 hours today and 10 ½ yesterday and I am wiped. BUT I managed to write a few sentences today, so here they are.
Hopefully, I will get this fic done since it was supposed to be for CORB. (I’m so sorry, my dear artist. Ik it seems like I just up and disappeared, and I hate that but I don’t want to abandon you or this fic )
This isn’t much, but it’s words!
Would I mind if Baz took his clothes off? No. Not really. I mean, he’s not ugly. He’s muscular from all the running he does in football, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be bad to look at.
But I didn’t mean it like that. Like I want him to take his clothes off. Obviously, I don’t go around wishing that I could see more of Baz’s body. I don’t care. I know he looks good. But I don’t have some secret desire to see his naked body.
But now I’m sure that’s what Baz thinks.
I need to come up with a way to let him know that I don’t want him to take his clothes off without it coming off as weird.
I’m scheduling this to go up tomorrow morning, so I’ll start off the tags. Thank you to everyone who has continued to tag me recently. I love the thought and seeing what you’re working on!
