Six Sentence Sunday
I have been writing a bit more this week, yay
This first extract is from a fic that has been inspired to me by a random tweet I saw and the desire to make Simon and Baz suffer from the heatwave that is currently beating my ass
Baz
He worries his bottom lip and swiftly swims to the edge of the pool. “I’m sorry. I– Thanks for not calling the cops,” he says, as he pushes himself up and out of the water. Very handsomely, putting those strong arms to good use.
Baz, don’t be horny for some guy who’s guilty of breaking and entering your home, you stupid homosexual.
Does it count as breaking and entering if he didn’t go into the house? I’m sure my parents wouldn’t care much about the nuance.
And this second one is from a texting fic I started working on to procratinate writing my master's dissertation. the dissertation is finished but not the fic. oops
Simon: Yk what, you’re being bitchy for no reason right now and that’s not fair to me. I don’t want to deal with you in that mood. I’ll talk to you later
Baz: Fucking grand! Bye!
…
Sun 15 Feb at 7:05 PM
Simon: Still in a mood?
Baz: You didn’t fuck off for very long. Miss me already?
Simon: Goodbye
Baz: Are you serious right now?











