Where You Belong (10k)
In which Baz is an overworked employee and Simon is an outrageous flirt who always runs out of printing credit.
Hey so this is a bit of the fanfic i just put up on ao3 so yeah go on m8 give it a cheeky lil read…
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10578753 << link to full fic on archive of our own ;););)
Simon opened the heavy door to the familiar sound of printers and typing keys; the mechanical noises created a soft, almost calm ambiance. A grin grew on Simon’s face as his eyes raked over the large office to find Baz hunched over his desk, pencil in mouth and forehead creased in frustration.
The room was large considering Simon has only seen two people in it at a time, although most of it is taken up by a string of printers that take up most of the wall next to the door. Two desks near the far wall, facing away from each other -Baz’s doing, he said that he would have stabbed Gareth’s eye out with a pencil if he had to stare at him without frequent intervals- with two monitors on each. A long countertop took up the wall opposite the door, various cupboards hooked up to the walls, a sink and a kettle because Baz persuaded all the teachers to go on strike until they were given sufficient tea making appliances in every room with a plug. He was especially proud of that particular feat, and chose to bring it up at every opportunity.