379 words, rated G. just simon and baz having an impromptu pillow fight in their room :)
BAZ
Simon has been punching his pillow for a good five minutes now, and my patience is starting to wear thin.
He’ll punch it for a bit, place it in bed and lay his head on it, get up as he sighs frustratedly, and start punching it again.
After a few more rounds of this nonsense, I snap.
“Snow. What the fuck are you doing.”
“My pillow is too high and hard.”
“And?”
“I want it to be softer.”
“And?”
“I’m making it softer.”
“By beating the hell out of it?”
He grins, “exactly.”
He then goes back to torturing his pillow, and I roll my eyes exaggeratedly, making sure he sees me, just to know how annoying he is.
He suddenly goes quiet, and I internally thank Merlin for the moment of peace, however brief.
“Oi, Baz!” he calls, as if we were kilometers away and not at all in the same room.
I sigh heavily before turning to face him, but all I see is a white blur before the fucking pillow hits me square in the face. I stay frozen as the pillow falls on my lap, too perplexed to react.
“Come on, don’t be a wanker, give it back, then,” Simon complains.
“Give it back? You’re the one who fucking threw it at me!” I don’t even know why I’m feeling so offended.
Simon looks at me expectantly, making grabby hands at the pillow, still grinning like a madman. I do the most reasonable thing. I throw it to his face.
“Oh, you’re fucking on, Pitch.” He laughs, and the next thing I know, I’m being hit not once but twice with pillows. The fucking bastard took my pillow as well.
I get up from my desk, grab one of the pillows, and start attacking SImon, who in turn is both defending himself and attacking back.
I want to say that he’s being ridiculous and laughing like an idiot, but to be honest, I am too, and it is great.
Soon enough there are feathers spouting out of the pillows, which makes absolutely no sense as I know for a fact that they are filled with cotton. But fuck if I care; Simon is laughing, having the time of his life, and that’s all matters.
i had a dream about kevandreil today and it actually made sense!
pre baltimore: neil and andrew are dancing around eachoder, kissing but not admitting they are together, like in the story. its clear that kevin is a bit into both of them, especially andrew since they have a longer relationship (recent at least). andreil like kevin too but are unsure how to approach that.
when neil starts getting the texts he encourages andrew to kiss kevin and get with him, saying its okay and that he wants to join too, but will do so later. its suggested that kevandrew happens. the next day neil goes to baltimore, thinking that andrew has kevin now and that he can forget about neil.
in my dream neil escapes baltimore himself and doesnt meet the foxes again until years later. he goes to see andrew who broke up with kevin and they get together again, but it takes time (maybe all 3 of them?).
it could also happen that the foxes meet neil again like in canon, but andrew is angry because neil thought kevin could replace him. drew doesnt choke kevin though, they go through their neil loss together, even if k knew what he did.
i don’t really remember that much of donna, kyle and jason’s team up across the multiverse but i think it’d be funny for jason to run into his siblings’ alternate selves (more specifically the evil versions).
It's suppose to be Mordelia and Baz btw. For some reason, I had a hard time figuring out what I wanted to draw. But I went for this part in The Selkie and his Boy by @hushed-chorus
(it's a really good fic btw you should read it)
Also, in case it's unclear, Baz is holding his wand. Fret not, tis not a knife (if anyone is fretting lol) (the idea of Baz pulling a knife on Mordelia is absolutely ridiculous and is sending me lksdjfklsdajflksj) (I'm fretting).