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A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


“Remind me again why we decided this was a good idea.”

           “As I recall, we didn’t decide anything,” Simon shrugs, staring at the road in front of us.  “I seem to remember asking you what you thought and you giving a non-committal grunt.”

           “You took that as a yes?”

           “I figured you didn’t care, so I went ahead.”

           “Well, next time you plan out a roommate road trip,” I snap, “make sure you get some sort of vocal consent.”

           He shakes his head slightly, his head disappearing into the giant map again.  “We take the next exit after this one.”

           “Which one, the one I’m passing right now?”

           “No, the one after this one.”

           “I take that one?”

           “No, the one after that one.”

           “What are you even talking about?”

           He sighs.  “You take the exit after this next one.”

           “So, not this one, the next one.”


           “Why didn’t you say so?”

           I see him glare at me out of the corner of my eye, and I have to fight the urge to smirk.  Not that it actually gives me pleasure to torment him, but sometimes little things like this are worth a chuckle.  “You’re sure you know how to read that thing?” I drawl, sounding bored.

           “Of course I do.”

           “Good, because if you get us lost, you’re dead.”

           “Truce,” he reminds me.

           “I’m not talking about me, I meant that I will personally hand you over to whatever axe murderer we inevitably run into.”

           “Crowley, you’re morbid.”

           “Is this the exit?”

           “Yeah, this is it.”

           As much as I doubt Simon’s navigational skills, I follow the rest of his directions without conflict.  I’ve been driving all day; I’ve gotten too tired to argue too hard. Plus, it’s dark out and the lights on this rental are less than illuminating, so I can’t focus on much else from simply seeing the road.

           Finally, we pull into a parking lot.  An old-looking neon sign in the shape of a cactus greets us to the Desert Flower Motel.  Charming.

           “You did look this place up before booking a room, right?” I ask nervously.

           “Of course,” he assures me, “the reviews are fine.”

           “I’ll bet the beds are squeaky as hell,” I muse, shoving my door open, “so you’d better not roll around in your sleep.” We climb out of the car and meet at the back, opening the trunk to reach our things.

           “Only one problem there,” Simon mutters.


           “Bed,” he says quietly.  “Singular.”

           I hit my head on the roof of the trunk.

           “Are you alright?” he rushes forward.

           “You’d better be fucking joking,” I grit through my teeth.

           “Oh, come on, Baz,” he protests.  “It would have cost twice as much to get a room with two beds.  Besides, it’s not like it’s a single bed that we both have to squish onto, it’s a bigger bed.”

           “For some reason, that makes it even worse.” I slam the trunk shut, grab my suitcase and stalk towards the office, Simon trailing anxiously behind.


           “See?  What did I tell you?” he says once we’re standing at the door to the room, staring into the tiny space.  “Plenty of room for both of us.”

           I take one look at the bed and march in, dropping my suitcase by the bathroom.  “Floor,” I declare.


           “I’m taking the floor.”

           “Oh, come off it, no you’re not.”

           “Watch me,” I say, already finding a spare blanket and pillow in the closet.

           “You can’t sleep on the floor, you’ll freeze to death.”

           “Well, then you won’t have to worry about me handing you to any axe murderers.”

           “What happened to the truce?”

           “What about it?”

           “Isn’t it still on?”

           “Snow, this isn’t about me killing you, this is about me not sleeping in the same bed as you.”

           “Fine,” he throws up his hands in defeat.  “Sleep on the floor, if you’re going to be such a twat about it.  See if I care.”


           I don’t sleep on the floor.

           Well, to be clear, I don’t sleep on the floor.  I sure as hell don’t give into sleeping in the bed with… nope, not even going to think about that.  Not thinking about him snuggled in the sheets, his perfect hair smushed against the pillows, his face completely relaxed…

           Not thinking about any of that.

           I lay on the floor, shivering and uncomfortable and definitely not sleeping.

           There is no way of wrapping the blanket any closer around my shoulders without leaving my feet exposed.  The ground is hard and lumpy and cold, it feels like I’m trying to get comfortable on a steel tabletop.

           The digital clock on the bedside table is too bright and red.  As I stare at it, it turns from 3:11 to 3:12, like it’s taunting me.

           I’ve tried every position, every method of falling asleep that I know of.  It’s impossible.  It’s too hard, and it’s too cold.  It’s so cold in fact that I think my nose has gone numb, but if I pull the meager blanket up to my face, I uncover my toes.  I lie there, shivering, watching the minutes tick by in bright red digits, waiting for them to tick themselves all the way to the morning, when this torture will at last be over.

           “Baz,” Simon murmurs, apparently awake, “get the fuck in bed.”

           I don’t let myself think.  I’m under the covers before I even know what’s happening.  The softness of the mattress is exquisite, even though I’m sure it’s lumpy and old, after the floor it’s like a feather pillow.

           “You’re freezing,” Simon frowns at me, and I can almost make out his concerned expression.

           I open my mouth to speak, but before I can say anything, I am silenced by a mouthful of his hair.

           Simon wraps his arms around me (to keep me warm?) and suddenly we are body-to-body, pressed against each other like… well, like we don’t hate each other.  Like we, opposite-of-hate each other.

           Well, if I wasn’t warming up already…

           “Go to sleep,” Simon murmurs in my ear.

           Fight. Get out of his arms and push him out of the bed.  Break the truce.  Make him feel terrible for being vulnerable.  It’s what you do.

           But I’m not listening to the nagging voice in my head. I’m lying in a soft bed, holding Simon Snow tight to my chest, breathing in the scent of his hair.  I’m in heaven.

           And already I’m drifting off.

           And in the back of my mind, I’m wondering how many more days this road trip will take.

How many more nights I’ll get to steal.

And suddenly I’m hoping that there will be many crummy, dirty, lumpy motels in our future.

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im doing a joint session with evy wherein everyone is based on japanese spirits with various cultural aspects thrown in the mix bc were giant weeaboos

this is my half of them (jigs)

god the degree of quality varies so much here bc i drew half of this on paper while i was afk and then was kinda just like fuck all by the time i drew the last ones