#random lines

Random Lines From My Notebook, Pt. 8 Feel free to tweak, modify, change pronouns or other words as needed, etc.

❝I’ll leave if you want me to.❞

❝I was starting to think you’d never come back.❞

❝You’re being reckless.❞

❝How much do you remember?❞

❝I’ve never done this before.❞

❝That is the worst bedtime story I’ve ever heard.❞

❝Before you say anything, it wasn’t my fault.❞

❝Oh, no.❞

❝See? I told you I had it under control.❞

❝Don’t look at me like that. You knew what you were getting yourself into.❞

❝I don’t know what’s happening to me.❞

❝What happened? I thought we were making progress!❞

❝Is it just me, or are they multiplying?❞

❝I think it’s safe to assume that neither of us wants word of what happened here today getting out to anyone.❞

❝I had this strange feeling that it was going to be a good day, but I didn’t expect this.❞

❝I’m starting to think you planned this.❞

❝I want to go home.❞

❝I think you should go.❞

❝Is it supposed to hurt this much?❞

❝You really could not have picked a worse time for this.❞

❝What do you think about getting out of here? We could leave this all behind and start over somewhere where nobody knows us.❞

❝ You’ve never been alone a day in your life.❞ 

❝ You can’t ignore this forever.❞ 

❝Did you ever even miss me at all?❞

❝I waited for you.❞

❝You know I didn’t mean it like that.❞ 

❝Will you say something, please? You’re starting to scare me.❞

❝You can read it, if you want.❞

❝What will you do now?❞

“I am rotten, and sharp. Cruel. Why yearn for what will make you ache?”

“It’s what I know best. I ache anyway, ache for your presence when it leaves, I ache for your gaze when it trails off, I ache for the tenor of your voice when you go silent.”

“You’re a fool.”

“And you, royalty.”

Chuck’s eyes went wide. “Uh fine” what the hell was he supposed to say

“It’s okay” Casey shrugged

“Just okay?” Chuck turned a little to look at him “That’s rude”

“You never want to sneak off for a quickie at work”

“It’s public and people are nosey” Chuck was kind of shocked how easy this fake conversation was going.

“I don’t care, work would be better with a blow job, am I wrong?”

“You’re such a dominant top, it’s annoying”

“And you’re a needy bottom, what’s your point?”

“You’ve never asked if I wanted to be a top” Chuck mumbled

“You never asked if I wanted to be a bottom”

The last light of the setting sun fell on her face and she smiled.

No, that was wrong! That wasn’t at all what was happening. Calling it light on her face was wrong. Calling it a smile was wrong. Never before in his life had he been so wrong.

But he couldn’t fix that, couldn’t describe her any more accurately. He didn’t have the words to name what the light was doing to her skin. He didn’t have the words to describe her lips, or the quirk of her mouth, or that emotion in her eyes, nor the things she made him feel. He simply didn’t have the words.

That’s why people always called him stupid. Because he never had the words. Because he never knew how to say things right.

Maybe he was stupid – too stupid, but also not stupid enough. Because he did know some things, and he also knew it would be easier if he didn’t know them, and he’d just learned another thing that her smile had taught him that he would be better off not knowing.

He wasn’t good enough for her.

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @afewbulbsshortofatanningbed, thanks so much for the tag! I concentrate on my AR fics:

A Matter of Time (Yassen/Yasha) It’s beautiful to watch Yasha come apart with a few words of praise and some gentleness, even though Yassen has to push away the nudging thought that it’s sad too. But he has never been one to dwell on self-pity, and he isn’t going to start now. 

The Well of Silence (Yalex) To his surprise he feels himself relax more and more. He’s never been good at letting someone else take care of him, but he finds that the silence and darkness make the intimacy more bearable. There’s no expression for him to read, he doesn’t have to figure out whether the other finds him to be pitiful or weak, there’s nothing he can do besides concentrate on the feeling of a soft cloth or warm skin on his body. 

Work Relations (Yalex) “You really have the perfect arse,” Yassen murmurs in a voice so low that it makes something stir inside Alex. “And you’ll be perfect for me, won’t you?”

Crossing the Rubicon (Yalex) “I was worried,” Alex whispers against Yassen’s wet skin, his lips gracing over his shoulder blade before resting his forehead against his back. “We can’t part like that again.”

Welcome to Tomorrow (Yalex) “Alex,” Yassen says for the third time, this time it’s neither a sentence nor a question but a plea, and the last barrier in Alex breaks.

True Love's Kiss (Yalex) “If I had known that all it needs to make you shut up is to shoot you, I might have done so myself earlier.” A half smile tugs at Yassen’s lips and Alex feels lighter. If Yassen is joking, it cannot be that bad, can it? 

Buried Desires (Yalex) “The next time I see you, I’ll kill you.” Alex doesn’t get to apologise. Yassen stares coldly at Alex, suppressing the rage and every other emotion he feels. The betrayal, the heartbreak. 

Come Over Again (Yalex) There’s little left in his life that is worth caring about. Alex huffs out a nearly silent laugh. He used to care so much

Mistakes (Yalex) It had all been all right. Until Alex had marched into his life and chiselled away the protective shell, he so thoroughly constructed around him. Until Alex had demanded to talk, claiming he would be better after. 

Far From Home (Yalex) But Yassen had been more than only an anchor to his moods, he had been also eager to soak up Alex’s thirst for life and fun. Hot kisses in the cold rain, skinny-dipping at night, a cup of tea in front of the TV.

That was fun!

Break time!!