moodandmist:

SIX-SENTENCE SUNDAY

Oh Hi, I’m here again!! Hope you’re all having a wonderful weekend. I tried to mentally prepare myself for sharing today way back on Wed night when I had a marvelous meltdown…and it appears to have worked bc here I am! Hooray!

Also, I wrote this morning…words appear to still be pouring out of this brain into this new fic so *shrugs* let’s keep going…

**I AM POSTING QUICKLY WHILE MY BRAIN APPEARS TO BE COOPERATING, I WILL RESPOND TO ALL OF YOUR AMAZING POSTS LATER TONIGHT!**

Thank you so much for the tags, I seriously cherish you all. ❤️@fatalfangirl@you-remind-me-of-the-babe@facewithoutheart@martsonmars@dragoneggo@aroace-genderfluid-sheep@confused-bi-queer@ivelovedhimthroughworse@johnwgrey LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU ARE ALL ACCOMPLISHING! FRACKING MAGIC!

So I mentioned I always write with music (I always *everything* all day long with music) so I’m going to share the song I’m writing this scene to…it feels like cheating! Bc I’m kinda telling you what vibes you should be getting from this piece of writing when ideally the writing should speak for itself…but well, you can skip it if you want .

So this is from the same fic I shared on Wed, (sad Baz back in London)…but this scene is…sexier? This is literally from this morning so…obvs, very WIP.

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BAZ

I can hear his footsteps behind me. “Hey!” he shouts, and it’s a demand.

I turn slowly to him, steeling my face, hands in my pockets. 

“Snow.”

I take him in for a moment before he shakes his head at me. “You’re scared.” It’s accusatory. His jaw is locked, eyes bright. 

“Scared?” I attempt a look of sneering indifference.

“Scared.” He lets the word fall, heavy from his lips as he takes a step toward me. “Do I frighten you, Baz?” 

That goddamned jaw. I want to grab him there. Hold him in place, bite him, taste him (I still know the way he tastes), keep him.

“Do you…frighten me?” I take a slow predatory step toward him.

“It’s ok to admit it, Baz.” He’s not being soft, he’s challenging me.

I take another step.  I can meet a challenge.

“I’m scared of nothing.” Can he feel the lie? I step closer still. The air between us is thick, heady. 

I watch the muscles in his neck, the bob of his throat as he swallows. The twisting of tendons in his forearms. He’s a taut line…can I make him snap? Explode? Come undone? He’s so beautiful when he comes undone.

“Do you really want to do this right now, Simon? Hmm? You want to keep pushing me to do bad things to you?”

“Bad things?” His eyes are on my mouth as he steps closer.

“Horrible,” I whisper, and he’s close enough to feel my breath on his lips. I’m vibrating with the tension.

He finds my eyes again. “Show me.”

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And…scene!

K, also tagging more beautiful friends who maybe haven’t shared yet today?! @cutestkilla@whatevertheweather@palimpsessed@bookish-bogwitch@kherub@creepyspice@urban-sith@aristocratic-otter@frjsti@angelsfalling16