Rating: Explicit
Words: 31,800
Chapters: 5/8
Summary:
Baz Pitch has spent his entire life repressing who he is and what he wants, but everyone has a breaking point. He hires an escort for a single night. One night of touches, and kisses, and pushing everything else to the back of his mind. One night to just give in. At least, that was the plan.
The problem is ... he never could have anticipated Simon Snow.
And Simon definitely didn't anticipate him.
Updating every other Thursday.
Every year the Grimms spend a week vacationing by the seaside. One solstice morning, a 14-year-old Baz meets a strange but gorgeous boy called Simon. By the end of the day, he's hopelessly besotted.
But Simon doesn't come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. Baz is left pining and dealing with a local seal that suddenly won't leave him alone.
Now, exactly seven years later, Simon reappears and the two reconnect. And Baz learns that he's not the only one keeping secrets when Simon's sealskin goes missing.
(and thank you to @cutestkilla for sneaking an adorable seal into this banner!)
not writing because ideas are too jumbled
not writing because ideas are very clear but i dont wanna fuck em up somehow in the translation from brain to word doc
not writing because im just so excited about these ideas and i dont want to ever be done thinking about them. cant let them out. keep em trapped.
not writing because most definitely listening to the hamilton soundtrack. really not conducive to writing smut or sad backstories but very conducive to feeling PUMPED UP
not writing because there's a cat in my lap sorry i dont make the rules
not
writing
currently
not writing because ideas are too jumbled
not writing because ideas are very clear but i dont wanna fuck em up somehow in the translation from brain to word doc
not writing because im just so excited about these ideas and i dont want to ever be done thinking about them. cant let them out. keep em trapped.
not writing because most definitely listening to the hamilton soundtrack. really not conducive to writing smut or sad backstories but very conducive to feeling PUMPED UP
not writing because there's a cat in my lap sorry i dont make the rules
not
writing
currently
it's okay if you're not gay but at the least you should still be weird and hard to understand
Thanks for the tags today @cutestkilla, @martsonmars, @imagineacoolusername @hushed-chorus, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, and to everyone who kept tagging me through my wipsday hiatus! ❤️
Shockingly, I’ve actually managed to get some writing done! I graduated recently, so now I get to spend a while panic-writing and panic-moving for my new job. (It’s all very exciting.) Currently, I’ve got a nearly-finished (I swear) dance AU to show y’all as my shiny new WIP for the day. (See? the sparkly banner is appropriate.)
“Go on, then,” Baz says. He pulls his hair out of his bun in one swift motion. He’s sweaty, but it’s still perfect, of course. His little curls stick to his cheekbones. I want to push it out of his face, make him take this seriously. “Show me your little tragedy.” “It’s not a tragedy. I just need a partner.” I pull up my most recent recording on my mobile and hit play, Baz peering over my shoulder. Immediately, I regret not just giving him the phone, because he’s so close and now I’ve trapped myself in this moment here with him. He leans in, then coughs once, surprised, when the music starts.
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Hello babes, sweeties and gentlefolk of all stripes! And thank you all for your tags last Sunday!
I didn't do much writing last week, just some hand-writing of the Shipwreck COTTA and editing the Selkie!Simon fic, The Selkie and his Boy. The first chapter should be dropping in the near future! I'm aiming for funny and cute with some light angst, but it's all Baz POV (and that boy be pining) so I've needed to adjust the tone in a few places. I think I'm getting there, though!
Here's a little snippet of Selkie!Simon doing selkie stuff.
I’m briefly struck mute when Simon kneels and starts sweeping away sand. He slumps down, belly settled in the small dip, huffing out a breath contentedly. I glance around, notice some of the early beachgoers giggling. “Would you prefer to lie on your back?” “Pfft. No.” He tilts his head towards me. “Why not?” “Because it feels like I’ll get stuck.” He sets his head back down and closes his eyes. “…On your back?” “Yeah.” I chuckle. “You’re absurd.” “What if a seagull lands on my belly?”
Short ramble about WRATS under the cut!
hello :)
it's been ages since i last wipped a wednesday, so i come today with a new wip. sorta.
so basically i was inspired yesterday and i came up with a fic idea, but i still haven't written anything yet, just the plot main idea and kind of an outline, so i can't really share anything
but! i do need help with something. so in this fic baz is a model, like worldwide famous, and i don't know what his stage name (is that a thing for models?) should be. so please, vote on this poll
(baz is not an option bc it's already reserved) (hehehe)
anyway, that's all for today. i hope everyone has a wonderful day, sending y'all hugs and good writing vibes!! @valeffelees @ileadacharmedlife @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @orange-peony @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @larkral @blackberrysummerblog @artsyunderstudy @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @wellbelesbian @ionlydrinkhotwater @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @letraspal @prettygoododds @onepintobean @raenestee @ic3-que3n @ebbpettier @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @shrekgogurt @mysterioussheep and thank you for tagging me this morning @hushed-chorus <33
Thank you so much for the tag @hushed-chorus ! I just finished my latest Simon and Baz drawing, so I haven’t got much to show. Summer vacation is in full swing at my house and in my infinite wisdom I didn’t book any summer camps. So I instituted some mandatory quiet crafting or reading time and this is what I was able to get done. I’m still playing dollhouse with the boys and now they’re building flat pack furniture. It’s one of my favorite Bluey episodes and I’ve always loved assembling IKEA furniture. I definitely see Baz as the park and bark sort, while Simon does the actual building.
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Happy Wednesday friends! And thanks @hushed-chorus and @imagineacoolusername for the tags!
Fic writing is still going steadily, I hope I'll be able to start posting this by the end of the week. Have a snippet:
“Why wouldn't you name the fucking horse at some point? What's the bloody point?”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip not to laugh. If I'd known he'd get so worked up about this song I would've blasted my emotional support playlist in the office long ago.
“Dunno,” I say. “I guess there's something about anonymity and not having anything to tie you to a place, or a person, or a horse. Naming the horse is like giving it a piece of yourself, isn't it?” Uh. I didn't even know I had thoughts about this. “Like you're admitting it's important enough to deserve something that makes it special and worth remembering.”
And another:
“Christ,” I say. I bump my feet against his under the table, slide it until we're ankle to ankle. “You can't tell me things like this when I'm trying so hard not to—not to fuck it all up.”
Baz's unreadable mask crumbles a bit, a frown slipping through the cracks. “Simon…”
“I know, I know.” My hand flies to the back of my neck. I need a haircut. “I know we can't do this, and we can't even think about this, but I can't—do you—how am I supposed to—”
Baz lines his pinkie with mine on the table, not touching it. “Simon, I don't—”
“You feel it too, right?”
His frown melts into a smile. Small, uncertain, but a smile. Then his phone starts ringing.
No bonus email today :( but tags under the cut <3
Thanks @rimeswithpurple and @imagineacoolusername for the tags. And for all those that tagged me Sunday as well. I was unfortunately busy watching my kiddo WIN A STATE SOCCER CHAMPIONSHIP.
Anywhoozle, that’s not what you all came for. Here’s your hockey fic fix:
“Don’t give yourself so much credit, babe.”
He keeps talking. Rambling on about a Gareth and just how bad a practice can be, but mind hasn’t moved passed the word babe.
Babe?
I never took Simon for the pet-name type. I didn’t even take me for the pet-name type! But that one word pooled something in my belly, something warm and inviting.
Fun fact, I myself loathe pet names. The glare I would level my darling husband with if he ever called me one would be deadly.
On to the next WIP. Here’s a bit from the next section of the playlist prompt:
We were up all night, talking trash and wasting time.
At a certain point, I’m drunk enough to tell Agatha she’s beautiful and give her a sloppy wink.
“I’m immune to your lines, Simon,” she tells me.
“S’not a line,” I hiccup. “I really mean it.”
“You wouldn't tomorrow, at least not how you want to mean it. You’re a mess.”
She’s not wrong.
I am a mess.
That’s all she wrote… literally.. I gotta get on it.
Results will indicate how often they each top, so if you think they regularly switch it up, vote for the one you think has fewer votes! 💕
Some quotes to keep in mind, thanks to @ileadacharmedlife for gathering these
I'm going to add:
“We’re talking about a hole,” Baz says calmly. “Think about it. What do holes want?”
“To be filled?” I guess. I know I’m not keeping up.
It's WIPsday and I have dragged myself bodily from out of under a pile of work to finally post something again! Thanks for the tags today @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @imagineacoolusername and @prettygoododds and to everyone who continues to tag me even as I disappear from the face of the earth. I love reading your WIPs so much, every time!
So, no writing has happened lately at all (SOON THOUGH), but I have gotten started on some sketches for something that will be posting as part of a collab next month (WHAT COULD IT BE?). So, have a little sketchy wet!Baz from part of a larger scene I'm sketching up right now. (Posting wet Baz art in July is becoming my summer tradition, I guess.)
And now, tags and hellos for: @artsyunderstudy @ivelovedhimthroughworse @creepyspice @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @ileadacharmedlife @shrekgogurt @technetiumai @onepintobean @thewholelemon @raenestee @moodandmist @captain-aralias @whatevertheweather @wetheformidables @confused-bi-queer @forabeatofadrum @letraspal @aristocratic-otter @tea-brigade @mostlymaudlin @otherworldsivelivedin @palimpsessed @messofthejess @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @nightimedreamersworld @shemakesmeforget @erzbethluna @asticou @larkral @stitchy-queerista @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @yellobb @ic3-que3n @alleycat0306 @valeffelees @blackberrysummerblog @theearlgreymage @j-nipper-95 @orangepeony @rimeswithpurple
Results will indicate how often they each top, so if you think they regularly switch it up, vote for the one you think has fewer votes! 💕
I'm trying to prove something.
Reblog if your blog is a safe place for asexuals.
I’ve been pretty burnt out on snowbaz stuff lately, but I still love seeing your art pop up on my dash ❤️ you’re so talented and I know that Someone Wicked is going to be the first fic I go back to when I inevitably miss the boys again
That's completely valid! I'm really touched that this fic in particular is something you would feel compelled to come back to. <333 Thank you for the love and very glad you still enjoy my work!!
I know you haven't written anything for Supernatural in years, but I'm a huge fan of your Carry On fics and decided to look back on what else you'd written. After I read a couple of your SPN fics, I realized why your take on Snowbaz is so uniquely melancholic to me. There's a certain sadness that underlies Destiel (especially in light of how the show ends) that you've kind of...imported into how you write Snowbaz. I'm not sure how to phrase this and I apologize if it sounds like word salad, but when I realized you'd written Destiel in the past, it was like something clicked in my brain that informs how you write now.
This is all complimentary, by the way. I love the way you write.
Thank you so much, I haven't revisited those for some time, myself, but time has, if anything, just made me focus more on the types of things I was drawn to writing over a decade ago.
I love the word melancholic. I do feel that way, sort of about everything I make. I think there's something very melancholic about the way I write romance in general. And feel about it, in life. It's probably what initially drew me to both pairings. I like the idea of people with trauma, who feel broken or misused or sort of lost, still finding ways to connect and be happy and ultimately accept deep, unconditional love.
Thank you for this insight, and the compliment. It makes a lot of sense to me. I'm always so interested to hear the vibes that come through in my writing, because its something that, as the writer, I can't fully gauge on my own. <3
not to be cheesy or anything but i'm ao glad i know you, even if it's on a superficial-tumblr-mutuals way. it always makes me ao happy whenever i see your beautiful creations on my dash, whether it be art or writing —you're amazing at both
i always want to come to your inbox and scream about your art (in a positive way ofc) but idk, i feel like that'd be unwelcome after a while
anyway, you're great and awesome and i'm happy you're here <3
Honest to god these asks came at the perfect time because I sort of entered a very not-okay headspace yesterday and reading these has been incredibly comforting.
I sometimes feel unable to reach out or make connections the way I wish I could, and you wouldn't believe how many mutuals I feel similarly about, where I just feel happy to see you all across my dash. Being excited about whatever brings you joy. I love that tumblr is sort of at its core just about being openly and honestly fucking jazzed about this THING that you LOVE. And the inherant authenticity of fully indulging in what makes you happy, and what makes you you. And so even if we've never like, sat down and had a conversation, I feel like seeing what moves you and touches you and affects you is a pretty big thing.
Scream at me anytime. I'd never feel burdened by it.
Thank you <3
You're immensely talented (as may people have pointed out), but also you don't seem stuck up about it. You're genuinely very kind and supportive of other creators and an all-around nice person to have in the fandom! We're so lucky to have you.
Thank you so much! I am honestly lucky to have all of you.
I do think it's so important to support people making art, whatever stage they are at. We all start somewhere. If I didn't have people cheering on my first digital pieces, my first little fic drabbles, I might not have kept making them. I'm grateful to everyone out there making art and writing their stories and growing and learning and thriving.
Also, and this is not a callout AT ALL, but more because it sparked a thought, but about not being stuck up: I think we, as artists, don't allow ourselves to be as congratulatory about our own accomplishments as we should be. I'm going to be deeply self-indulgent and quote MYSELF from my own fanfic:
"There’s a difference between modesty and insecurity, and I’m constantly straddling the line."
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