I Had Charts -- a snowbaz fanfic
Special thanks to @bazwearsjeans for sending me the prompt~~~
Also this is my first snowbaz fic omg I hope it’s ok
Prompt: Simon reevaluates how obsessed he was with Baz, before telling said vampire about said obsession.
Penny’s not home. She ran up to the store for some new lights, Baz and me were messing around on the counter and broke them.
Baz doesn’t live with us, but he’s here often enough that I forget it a lot.
I’m in the kitchen. Knowing Baz, he’s probably on the couch. He’s gotten much lazier these days…
I keep forgetting this isn’t my house. I’m here so often that it’s more of a home than my flat with Fiona–Not that she’s around that much anyway.
It’s all because of Snow, isn’t it?
He’s probably in the kitchen.
He spends a lot of his time in there nowadays, trying to teach himself how to cook.
He spends almost the same amount of time cooking as he does taking selfies with me. Honestly, he just steals my phone and poses. There’s got to be at least a thousand pictures on here, none of which are mine.
I can’t stop the smile on my face that forms when I look through them, unfortunately.
Everything reminds me of Baz. Is it because I want to talk to him?
Well, I always want to talk to him. But I don’t want to seem desperate or obsessed.
I mean, I guess it’s okay since he’s my boyfriend.
And it’s not like I haven’t been obsessed with him before.
I used to /stalk/ him for gods sake! Course, that was when I thought he was going to kill me. Now it’s different.
I was kinda stupid for that, wasn’t I? Following him everywhere, tracking and studying his every movement, making sure I knew exactly where he was and what he was doing every second of every day… Obsession doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Suddenly, I want to tell him all this.
Also cuddles. There is a urgent need for cuddles.
I finally come across a picture of Bunce, Snow, Fiona and I at the fair. Fiona is in the background eating cotton candy, and the rest of us are closer to the camera. Snow has his arms around me and Bunce. There’s a bright smile on his face, and anyone could see that I was trying but failing to hide mine.
There’s a few more pictures from that day too, and I start to look through them, when I suddenly feel a weight on top of me.
I already know who it is, he does this often enough.
“Oi, Snow.” I say, not even looking up from my phone.
He weasels his way under my phone to plant a kiss on my chin, and I can’t stop myself from smiling.
“What are you doing?” He asks, looking up at me with those bright blue eyes that I keep getting myself lost in.
“You take to many pictures with my phone.”
“There’s at least a thousand. I don’t even have room for my stuff, because I know you’ll just take more.”
“Why don’t you delete some?”
“I don’t want to.”
He gives me one of his infamous giggles, and my smile widens.
Giving in, I sigh and toss my phone on the table. I rest my arms around him, keeping mindful of his wings.
His eyes seem to sparkle, and I roll mine.
I like moments like this, when it’s just me and Baz. I like looking into his eyes for no reason, and I like planting kisses on his chin.
I like Baz.
It’s funny, really. I used to hate everything about him. I never would have imagined that we would end up like this.
Yet here we are, possibly the cutest couple in the universe.
I’m running my hand through Snow’s hair, when he just starts laughing.
“I’m sorry I- I just can’t believe we ended up like this,” he starts. “I always thought we were going to kill each other or something.”
I sigh, agreeing with him. “Yeah, same here.”
“It’s just…It’s so funny,” he chuckles. “I was bloody obsessed with you.”
I cock my eyebrow. Simon Snow, obsessed with me? That caught my attention.
As soon as those words leave my mouth, he looks at me like I’m the dumbest person he has ever met.
Baz Pitch is the dumbest person I have ever met.
“Seriously? You didn’t notice?”
“Was I supposed to?”
“C'mon, Baz. Everyone knew. They even told me to shut up about you,” I let out a nervous chuckle. “But they knew.”
I let out a deep sigh. “Baz, i memorized your schedule when we had different classes. I knew where you went and when you went there. I had /charts/.”
He snorted. “Charts?”
“Okay, so I didn’t actually have charts. Physical ones, at least, but still. Yeah, I avoided you one year and stalked you the next, but I also knew more about you than anyone. I /know/ more about you than anyone.”
I saw him raise an eyebrow, and I giggled. “Everyone thought your eyes were gray, but I’ve known for a while that they have some blue in them. I knew that your fangs poked out whenever you were having a nightmare. I knew that you only drained male rats…”
Snow went on for at least twenty (20) minutes–I kept glancing at the clock–just listing off things he learned about me over the years.
When he realized he was ranting, he stumbled over his words a bit, before going quiet.
I noticed how much he was blushing and now I’m just smiling so much at him.
I can’t believe my boyfriend is such a dork, and I just love him so much.
Brushing my hands through his hair again, I let a small chuckle escape from my mouth.
“You really noticed all that, Snow?”
He let out a series of Um’s and uh’s, before nodding.
I didn’t know how else to react, so I just leaned in and kissed him.