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Baz is a sharp bloke, and I don’t mean because of his fangs. He’s smart and studious, values his education, and takes classes at Uni every weekday. He comes over most days, but only after he studies, and he only stays the night when he doesn’t have class the next morning. Which is why I think it’s strange that this morning, a Tuesday, I wake up to find him sleeping peacefully next to me.
“Baz,” I say, rather loudly. I nudge him in the arm, and his skin feels like icicles.
He doesn’t move. If I were anyone else, I would think that he’s dead. Which, I guess, he is. Dead, I mean. Or undead. Or both.
“Baz,” I say again, quieter. “Wake up.” I push him on his shoulder this time. More icicles.
“Hn…” He stirs and groans, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Wha’s it, Simon?”
Baz’s voice in the morning is always deep and raspy, and he calls me Simon instead of Snow. It was like this even when we were at Watford. And I realize that it’s always been something that I liked.
“Don’t you have class, Baz?” I ask, softer than before.
He peeks one eye open, but immediately scrunches it closed it when the sunlight hits him, and he pulls the blanket over his head.
He rolls over to face me and pulls the blanket down just below his eyes.
“I said, I’m skipping.” And then he pulls the blanket right back up again.
I smile. Baz is also very grumpy in the morning, but less like a bridge troll and more like a five-year old child pouting.
“What about your classes?” I try to pull the blanket away from his face, but he holds onto it. “Don’t you have a test today? Won’t you fail?”
He snorts and pulls part of the blanket away from his face, only leaving one eye covered. “I never fail.”
I laugh. “You look like a pirate.”
He smiles briefly, then frowns, and pulls the blanket back over his face again. “I just want to go back to sleep, Snow.”
I roll my eyes and swing my legs off the bed. When I start to get up, I’m startled briefly by Baz’s icy grip around my wrist.
“Where are you going?” His eyes are peeking out from the blanket again.
“You said you wanted to sleep?”
He lets go of my wrist and pats the spot on the bed where I was laying. “Stay.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why?”
He pats the bed again. “Let’s stay in bed for a few more hours.”
I grin. “The Baz Pitch? Wanting to cuddle?”
Baz furrows his eyebrows and hides his face again. “Nevermind,” he says grumpily, pushing his icy hand at my arm. “Go away.”
I laugh and grab his hand. It’s soft, even with his cold skin.
“I’m going to find a snack,” I say. “And then I’ll come back to bed.”
Baz just groans and rolls over.
When I come back from the kitchen, Baz is already asleep again. The curtains are closed, and his head is peeking out from the blanket. And he’s hogging the entire thing.
I crawl across the bed next to him. I try tugging part of the blanket away, but Baz has a death grip.
“Baz.” I touch his arm gently. “Will you let go of the blanket?”
He shifts slightly and mumbles. “…when I get my cuddles, Snow.”
I honestly still cry about this smile. It was probably the first time he had smiled in MONTHS and he looks like such a little boy with pure joy on his face because Jemma is back and safe. After months of being terrified, feeling so alone, not knowing if she was alive or in pain, and he can FINALLY wrap his arms around her and know for certain that she’s safe. It also makes me laugh because I feel like there’s a little bit of “I told you so” impishness there too because he did what everyone kept telling him was impossible. MY BOY. Iain does SO MUCH with one look. :’)
I both hate and love when a tv show can elicit a strong emotional response from me because if I’m crying for these characters, you know the writers did something right and I love them, but at the same time, I’m crying over something that was just words on paper at one point and I can’t handle it and am sitting there like a crazy person with tears running down my face so I hate it.. Like I came out here to have a good time and am honestly feeling so attacked right now.
What she means: Meanie is the realest ship in Seventeen. Just remember the pre-debut time, all the backhugs and hand holding. That time Mingyu called Wonwoo his friend which the other responded offended to? Or when Mingyu wished to get a piggyback ride from Wonwoo in that japanese interview? Wonwoo always looking jealous when Mingyu is around others. The two calling each other cute? The HipHop-vlive today whEN BOTH OF THEM WERE LYING NEXT TO EACH OTHER UNDER A BLANKET BASICALLY CUDDLING????