simon needs a new mousepad
a/n: thank you to @cherryonsimon for the beta and also inspiring this lmao
“What about this one?”
I crane my neck to look at Snow’s laptop screen. He’s got the Amazon site pulled up and is looking for a new mousepad. (He lost his old one in the move.) “Why is it covered in scabs?” I ask.
“That’s pepperoni,” he snorts, “it doesn’t look that bad.” He still clicks the back arrow and starts scrolling again.
“Get that one,” I say, pointing at a blue mousepad with white snowflakes. “It’s just like your name.”
“That’s clever, Baz,” he says dryly, and I smirk.
“I try.” I reply, and flinch when he starts poking my arm.”
“Look! You can make custom ones! Like submit your own picture and everything!”
I roll my eyes. “What would you even chose, Snow? A bloody scone?”
“I might,” he says defensively, and switches tabs to google pictures of scones.
“Crowley, I was kidding.”
“Never joke about scones with me, Baz.”
“Are you really going to make a scone mousepad?
He grins. “I might.”
* * *
A week later i sneak up behind him at the kitchen table, where he’s using his new mouse. Underneath is a mousepad, a custom one just like we talked about. Only instead of a scone or a goblin face, it’s a picture of the two of us. My heart swells and I kiss the top of his head.