Thank you so much for your request, babes! Sorry this one took me a bit longer. Between the other requests I had and keeping up with No Control, this took bit of a backseat, but I finally got time to write it. Hope you like it!
Also, this got a wee bit out of hand, so it kinda ends on a cliffy. If you want a second part, just let me know!
51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
Y/N was fucked.
Well, not literally, which was part of her problem, she thought. At least if she was literally fucked, she would be getting something other than feelings of immense frustration and a little bit of self-loathing from this situation.
But, no. Y/N was fucked in the metaphorical sense where she knew no good could come of the feelings she could sense growing in her tummy, like a snowball that has somehow rolled itself into an avalanche without anyone noticing. One day she’d been happy to have a laugh with the boy she had no business even being friends with, and now she got butterflies in her stomach and a little flutter in her chest whenever he’d so much as smile because of her. She wasn’t sure when or how it’d happened, but it had, and now she was fucked.
Ok prompt: baz is a swimmer (like damn all lean and muscly) and Simon is a guy who can't actually swim but I ly doggy paddle and they're neighbors and they get talking or smth and they're both like 👀👀😍😍 so baz offers swimming lessons and idk where to go with this I just woke up but try it maybe ?
Anon…. this is actually the greatest prompt EVER.
I AM A SWIMMER. I can work this au so well… GET READY (also baz is totally like a distance swimmer like 200s and 500s and 1650s even and IF simon were a swimmer but hes not for this au he would totally be a flyer)
So this isnt exactly your suggestion but it’s close I think I hope you like it
(Normal boarding school, Simon and Baz are still roommates, swim team au)
(there’ll be a part two, i think) (because i like this) (chaptered possibly) (because i need baz pov and less introduction more of the actual prompt im sorry)
25. “I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!”
“If you keep avoiding me, I’m going to develop a complex.”
Ginny startles and lets out a squeak, nearly dropping the bag slung over her shoulder.
“You need a bell, Lawson,” she grumbles as she turns to face him. His is expression is solemn even though his words were said lightly. She frowns back at him and shrugs. “I’m not avoiding you.”
“You are absolutely avoiding me and I’d like to know why.”
She fidgets and casts her eyes away from his gaze. “Can’t give you a why for something that’s not actually happening.”
“Ginny,” Mike says firmly, making her stop and lock eyes with him. “Come on. Don’t do this. You know what you’re doing.”
She loops her free arm through the strap of her backpack and lets the weight settle against her. “Now’s not the time.”
“When is the time?” he demands. “Another month from now when you’re still not talking to me?”
“What do I have to do in order for you to own up to the fact that this has been happening?”
“Please don’t make another excuse. You’ve been avoiding me ever since we kissed, and—”
“Shh!” she cuts him off with a hiss. “Mike, seriously, not here—”
Mike throws up his hands. “There’s no one else around. I double and triple-checked. And then I waited because I knew you’d try to be the last one out to try and avoid me and this again. We kissed Ginny. It happened and it was fucking perfect…until you started going out of your way to avoid me. Why? You said you were fine…that it was fine and it was a long time coming, so—“
“I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!” Ginny exclaims. “But we can’t because every time I take a moment to sit still I remember that kiss. I dream about it. I feel every moment of it Mike, and it’s excruciating being around you when you agreed that it was just fine, what the hell—”
Mike’s lips over hers cut off whatever she plans to say next. His hand lovingly cups her cheek even as his lips are urgent and demanding against hers. The heady smell of sandalwood and citrus surround her when he takes a step closer.
He eases her backpack from her shoulders and the thud of it hitting the ground barely registers for Ginny, too consumed with the feel of his massive arms pulling her into his chest.
He breaks the kiss with a huff, takes a breath, and presses his lips against her again—softer this time. He brings both hands to her face and gently cups her cheeks, running his thumbs across her high cheekbones as his mouth plunders hers.
“Not nothing,” he whispers against her mouth when he finally breaks their kiss. He leans away and looks steadily into her eyes. “Everything. I’ve wanted to kiss you every moment of every day since knowing exactly how it feels. So, unless you have any objections, I plan to do just that every day for as long as you let me.”
Ginny’s answering grin is wide and a little manic. “No objections at all.”
Nobody ever knows what they want at thirteen but Baz Pitch wanted Simon Snow. Snow was a fidgety kid, with messy blonde curls and icy eyes, fingers always tap-tap-tapping against his desk, his leg bouncing, smacking gum– in short, Snow was energy. Not energetic, energy, the thing, the being. He was motion.
He stepped into the school auditorium where the dance was being held in a grey suit with too-long sleeves and trousers, and Snow was light.
Baz tried not to choke on his own spit when Simon fumbled his way out to the dance floor. He was going to do this. Baz was going to do this. If a thirteen year old could know what need was, then Baz needed this. From his vantage point in the corner near concession, Baz saw Snow had found his group already. A brown-skinned girl with purple hair named Penny Bunce, round at the edges with a kind smile, and a skinny little blonde thing named Agatha. Simon was laughing at something, his thumb jammed into the pocket of his pants, toe tapping off-beat to the music. Baz wondered if Snow had ever slow danced with someone before.
Baz was going to find out.
Baz busied himself while he waited for the next slow song, stuffing cupcakes down his gullet like they were his lifeblood. Probably not a good idea, he reasoned, when he was so nervous, but his stomach didn’t feel upset yet, and he had to occupy his mind somehow. His nerves were jumping, every sound intensified in his ears, every sight brighter and closer to his eyes. Shaky-nervous, stupid-nervous. Excited.
And then the song changed. Some quiet, jazzy version of Can’t Help Falling In Love, sang by a breathy woman with piano in the background. Baz watched as the dance floor cleared out a little, and people coupled off. Before he could lose his willpower, Baz bustled across the floor to Snow, who was leaning his shoulder against a wall across the room and looking bored and a little sad. Snow fiddled absently with his black bow tie. Baz gulped. He was regretting those last few cupcakes. He approached Snow and tapped him on the shoulder.
Snow turned around, then smiled when he saw Baz. “Hey,” he said. Baz nodded and smiled back, unable to form a single coherent word. Snow’s grin seemed lazily draped over his face with the sole intent of being a gritty, wanton thing. Baz smiled harder, trying to make up for his silence. Snow laughed.
“Not feeling talkative, eh? Don’t worry. School dances aren’t really my scene either.” Out of the blue, a blush rose to Snow’s freckled cheeks. “Um… you wouldn’t mind if… I don’t suppose…”
Baz’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. This wasn’t going the way he’d planned at all. Then Snow’s smile was back, and his knuckles brushed warmly against Baz’s cheek. Baz felt his face heat up tenfold. “Sorry if this is rude,” Snow began again, facing Baz this time. “But my friend Penny told me you were into blokes. I was just wondering… Can I have this dance?”
“I- I- yes,” Baz stuttered out, but as they started out to the dance floor, the last few chords of the song played and it ended.
“Oh well,” Snow said, smiling and bumping his shoulder conspiratorially against Baz’s. “Next song, then.”
“Yeah,” Baz giggled, bumping Simon back. “Next song.”
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