Sunday Six
Six sentences of a fic I’m working. I’m writing something for red pants Monday right now:
“This is utterly ridiculous,” said John, staring at himself in the mirror. The lacy red panties cupped his arse as the high cut accentuated his hips.
“It’s for a case,” called Sherlock from the next room. With a sigh John picked up the matching red bra and got it on. He tugged the dress over his head and went back to the mirror, uncertain as he settled the blonde wig on his head.
….yes I am writing cross dressing johnlock, why do you ask?
Further proof my dog is half-goat? He’s currently chewing up an aluminium soda can.
Also, I made a tiny chat room if anyone wants to talk to me and/or hang out and/or yell at me to finish writing something:
*digs in the couch cushions for some motivation*