#last lines

[nervewisdom]

Leon not spending quite as much time in the field and more time at home, thus more time on his bike, and so he invests in a wallet chain after multiple close calls. There's 2 chains on it, because he thinks it looks cool, and because of that he jingles just a little when he's walking around with it on. Chris can always hear him coming now, and his new favorite thing becomes grabbing the chains while Leon walks by.

He only does it when he knows Leon is in a good mood, and Leon always feigns annoyance, doing something to get Chris back. Pulls his hoodie strings. Unzips his jacket. Stoops down and unties one boot. Once, Chris was only in jeans, a t-shirt and socks, so Leon unzipped Chris' pants instead. They both laughed at that one. It makes them both smirk and blush every time. Sometimes it sparks horseplaying that in turn frequently sparks something else.

Chris hanging out in the garage watching Leon work on his bike(s). Leon sighing sharply in frustration and dropping a tool on the floor, beginning to stand. "Alright. Call your sister. I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

Chris just smiling a little, because he'd already texted her to warn her that Leon was in the garage. "I don't know why you can't, but sure," he chuckles, having already done this song and dance with him many times. Leon stands with his hands on his hips while he speaks to her on speaker phone, Chris sitting on the table nearby, legs barely dangling while he sips coffee and holds the phone out.

Leon was also forced into investing in a decent helmet. Chris couldn't give a flying fuck about the state's laws about helmets and how long someone's been riding, nor Leon's eyerolling, or "helmet hair".

Chris is just glad there aren't any windows easy to see through in their garage when Leon pulls in with that leather jacket on and those dark jeans that hug his legs just right, and that stupid damn chain. He can't help but let out a little laugh when it jingles lightly with their rhythm as he has Leon bent over his own bike, and thinks to himself about how much he loves his stupidly cool, hot, dork of a husband.

[woundedsoul12]

Last Lines

Haven't done this in awhile so let's play a game

Some Riley x Neve shenanigans. For @biowaredisasterbisexual

No pressure tagging @himluv @mythals-whore @serensama @tarasmom @hedwigoprah @davrinsleftpectoral @jenn2d2 @tkwritesdumbassassins @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @bonesandivy @necromanticsoul @nirikeehan @juniper-and-dragonthorn @sandcastlekings @serialsforbellara @zennihilation @chaosherald @eiluned @waxlyricalmoon @grand-crow @otterpocketz @amlusa @guacamolleee @jukkaricity @gutz-ingellvar @dialmformud @elishnord @caughtnyact @dell-amor-te @sorcerousadventurer @babblingrook @runawaydragons @themarydragon @vixenofcadmea @mageofquandrix @pixiedurango @redaresss @potatofantiger @amoaliquis @argentleif @wolfmoonwildflowers @archduchessgortash @handsignals @curiouswisp @shadowknight19kay @madamemortem @dudewheresmynug @maagisterpavus @lycheecatee

He chased the heady flavor of wine on her tongue. Spice. Hot. Red like the blood that pounded in his ears. Some thought flitted through his mind as her mouth parted further at his bold move. He drank her deeper, debating if she was always this intoxicating or if it was just the thrill of first taste.

[orson-pope]

Last Lines Tag

Thank you @septima-severa for the tag!

Rules: In a new post, show the last three lines you wrote or the last thing you drew, and tag as many people as you feel like.

This is my current WIP (one of them); pairing of NASA Psychologist x fem!reader

(I'm still on Sam Spruell hype train)

His grip was gentle but assuring, you would think later on when trying to remember, but the only thing you were feeling in the moment was embarrassment and a tight, suffocating feeling in your chest, akin to a heartbreak.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, forcing yourself to look him directly in the eyes, and then wriggled yourself from his car and his grasp, making a beeline for your building door.

If you had looked back, you’d see him getting out after you, and if you hadn’t been sobbing already, you’d hear him call your name, repeatedly, desperately.

Tagging @sallymaywritings, @ghostlybfgf, and @alexjacobsgoodnight, but no pressure!

[juniper-and-dragonthorn]

Last Line(s)

thanks for the tag @woundedsoul12! I deffo broke the rules but I felt like the last line needed context <.<

Their progression was slow. Between the darkness and their combined inebriation, they ambled from the kitchen at the back of the main house toward the eastern side of the property. The moon overhead was large and bright, lighting their way enough they didn't need a lantern. Which was just as well, as Selora relied on Lucanis' arm to keep her walking forward in a straight line.

the very gentlest of tags to you lot since I just tagged you lol: @handsignals, @dellamortte, @the-sparrohawk, @ofcrowsanddragons, @zennihilation, @seaglassmelody, @mageofquandrix, @hightowerqueen, @biowaredisasterbisexual, @romancingtropes, @cheaploafs, @mythals-whore, @complikatedd, @serialsforbellara, @katkrisis, @maagisterpavus, @casa-dei-corvei, @wolfsong-the-bloody-beast, @gingervitus, @sorcerousadventurer, @introvertedfangrl, @propenseverbosity, @bygonesigh

[howifeltabouthim]

Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell. Therese waited. Then as she was about to go to her, Carol saw her, seemed to stare at her incredulously a moment while Therese watched the slow smile growing, before her arm lifted suddenly, her hand waved a quick, eager greeting that Therese had never seen before. Therese walked toward her.

Patricia Highsmith, from The Price of Salt

[necromanticsoul]

Last Lines

Thank you for the tag @woundedsoul12

Uh, a bit from a piece for later this week

“Yes,” Neve agreed. “And for most people, joining the Wardens would have sort of wiped the slate clean.”

“But because Rook has a tendency to see the worst in everything, he saw the worst in himself too,” Davrin realized. He thought back to the letters he and Rook had exchanged, and the different man he’d seen in those letters versus the man he’d known at the Lighthouse. “This all explains a lot.” He muttered softly to himself, “Well dung. Now I sort of feel sorry for the bastard.”

Tagging for visibility

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[rierse]

Last Lines Tag

Rules: In a new post, show the last three lines you wrote or the last thing you drew, and tag as many people as you feel like!

tagged by @apileofashandember, thanks for thinking of me :)

You caught me working on something, so I actually know the last lines I wrote.

She had one more question… "Myra, do you call Santa, Santa, when you're talking to him?" It was sheer curiosity. She couldn't imagine calling Luka Santa when they were alone… except maybe to tease him. Myra smiled. "That is one question I won't be answering." Marinette grinned back. It was nice to know that a thousand years of marriage hadn't diminished Myra's capacity for the romantic—if her blush was anything to go by.

just for fun! @smileytrinity @mystic-myrtille @mintaka14 @goldenlaurelleaveswrites @nerdypanda3126 @violetthistle1 @plotbunnypettingzoo