Plotting || Carry On [Snowbaz AUs]

One.

Person A is trying to do homework while person B is throwing things at them. It starts with small things like sweets and paper clips and escalates to a chair.

A; Baz

B; Simon

Caution: harsh language

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"Snow would you mind containing your inner teenage boy, I'm trying to do homework here and your eye fucking is tremendously distracting"

Baz turned from his books to Simon who sat cross legged on his bed; a book in his lap and that awful smirk which complimented the sun shining in his golden curls.

"I think you missed a word in there Baz"

"Please, Snow, let me finish my homework" even though the please sounded like loosing to Baz, he knew that Simon would be relentless until it was said.

"Sorry I don't quite think I heard my name right, could you repeat what you said?"

Baz rolled his eyes.

"My dearly beloved Simon, could you please leave me be until I finish my homework, my love" Baz threw in a fake smile, fangs and all, for good measure. Then turned back to his books. This essay wouldn't write itself.

A few peaceful minutes passed. Baz could no longer feel Simon burning lustful holes into the back of his head and he could finally concentrate.

And then came the rain.

At first it was small objects at infrequent interludes; an eraser followed by a pen a few minutes later.

Baz could handle that. It was easier to ignore than Simon's gaze at least.

A book was thrown.

Baz winced but refused to give Simon the satisfaction of giving him attention. However the objects became bigger and harder to brush off.

He drew the line at the desk chair.

"Snow what the hell were you thinking???" Baz spun around in a heartbeat. "Did you really just throw a chair at me? Are you that desperate for attention?"

Simon shrugged, the smirk still in its place.

The cocky son of a bitch Baz thought. He ought to put him in his place. Baz thought about it, thought about tossing that book aside and pinning Simon on his back with his hand either side of his head and wiping that stupid smirk off his face followed by lips on lips and skin against skin. Instead, Baz turned back to his homework once more.

Simon was going to have to try harder (and less violent) than that.

The peace returned but Baz found that he could no longer focus on his essay The half blank page stared up at him mockingly and it was quiet. Too quiet. Baz couldn't turn around though. Turning around would mean admitting defeat. Would defeat be all that bad though? It would ultimately led to me kissing Snow Baz thought yes, yes it would be bad. I would never live it down and it would be terrible.

This internal conflict went on for another minute or so before Baz hit a switch that went fuck it and moved at an alarming pace towards Simon who sat reading the book in his lap innocently and had him pinned down in seconds.

The smirk was back.

And all Baz could do was frown in frustration before softly kissing Simon and his stupid smirk.

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