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incorrect-wandanat · 10 months
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Peter: Thank you, ma’am!
Nat: Don’t call me ma’am.
Peter: Thank you, sir.
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imeternallylove · 11 months
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Better off - Jethro Gibbs
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Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader
genre: angst, purely angst
warning: none
word: approx 680
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20. 19. 18. 17.
You noticed him clenching his jaw. And then he unclenched.
The hands you once wished to hold - to kiss, to feel moving through your hair as you lay beside him watching daytime television, to sense the way they raked up your waist in a movement that was nothing short of pure sin in the dead of night - remained on the steering wheel, the tight grip on the worn out leather causing his knuckles to furiously spill out an assortment of pink and red hues.
Situations like this were usually resolved with intense, angry make-up sex. "Pleasure in its most sinful form," he once said.
The mere concept made you ill to your stomach.
16. 15. 14. 13.
You both made no move to depart. Or converse. Or do anything other than wilt in the godawful silence that filled every nook and cranny of Gibbs' little car.  Your strained breaths, the erratic pants coming out in short gasps, barely audible from the tight scarf wrapped around your neck, were the only sounds that traveled through the environment. 
There was never a single second of silence in all your years together. When things were good, every hour with him was filled with a variety of melodies - the bang of pots and pans as you both tried your hardest to cook a meal (without turning the kitchen into a messy food court or the center of foodplay), the sounds of his deep, brazen laughter as he teased you over and over. His heavy breathing in the early hours of the night, as his lips hovered above your small form, vowing to kiss every inch of your precious little flesh, was perhaps the most typical sound. 
Even in the gloomy months that followed, stillness was never permanent. In fact, you craved it. Anything to silence the sound of plates crashing against the wall. The days of cooking had long passed.
12. 11. 10. 9.
You were afraid you'd bleed all over his automobile if your nails dug any deeper into your palms. Giving him yet another cause to despise you. Instead, you fiddled with your scarf.
Your choice of clothing was a technique of coping with the bitter cold that has gripped in town all week. Heavy storms combined with loud, irritating lightning strikes made you startle in fright as you lay lethargic and limp at night. The feel of his soft skin around your weak body was replaced with a steaming cup of coffee set on your shared bedside table and one too many blankets of his bourbon’s scented. You'd ultimately drift off.
Nothing, however, could wash away the fierce lashes of rain that gathered around both corners of your puffy eyes as you wailed into the darkness, a tsunami roaring within you as you wondered how, why and when it all went so damn wrong.
Pathetic fallacy, your ass.
8. 7. 6. 5.
Too long. You'd been in the car for much too long. You should have left the moment he pulled into the driveway. But nothing was ever easy with Gibbs by your side.
4. 3. 2.
You eventually proceeded to unfasten your seatbelt after what seemed like hours. The abrupt click of the buckle led him to look your way for a split second, fingers pressing deeper into the leather wheel before returning his sight to the window.
You noticed the single tear that flowed painfully across his face before he moved.
"This is me. The remaining items will be picked up by the delivery van the following day. Don't bother paying him; I already have."
And with that, you left.
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Almost. You almost left.
Even you were surprised by the rough hands that drew you back into the car the moment you opened the door.
“I’m sorry.” His face so red. “- God, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay Jethro. You said it yourself, remember?”
“W-What are you talk-”
Shaking your head. “Don’t you remember?” Letting his hand go.
“Remember of what?”
“You said it.” You laughed dryly. “I’m better off without you, right?”
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godsdamahalfblood · 5 months
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*crime au*
percy: what was the matter in the victim's belt?
nico: it was bird feathers.
nico: maybe they got lodged in when the victim was underwater?
leo: it's not LIKELY that he was shot by a bird.
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ourgoddessathena · 2 years
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Five : "I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night."
Y/N : "All I drank was Redbull!"
Five : "How many?"
Y/N : "Eighteen."
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Olivia: Need some sleep, Al?
Alex: Um, no?
Olivia: You have bags under your eyes.
Alex: It's a look I'm going for.
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huneyseven · 9 months
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Jumin: Are we fighting?
Jaehee: If we were, you would be on the floor, bleeding.
Jumin: Okay, I accept that as a likely outcome.
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incorrectspquotes · 3 months
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[Tanith is teaching Valkyrie to throw a knife while Fletcher watches while eating a bowl of cereal] Tanith: The Hidden Blades have a saying 'Knives don't run out of bullets'. Now, any questions pertaining this class? Fletcher: Oooh, yeah, I've got one for you. Have you ever kill anyone with a spoon? Tanith: No, but I am seriously considering it.
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aprill-99 · 9 months
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“Mor sees the glass as half full, Azriel sees the glass as half empty. Amren on the other hand just drinks right out of the bottle. I wonder why it has to be a glass and Cassian breaks the glass by putting his feet up on the table.”
- Rhys summarizing the IC
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Conversation
Bugs: Daffy --
Daffy: No time for sthmalltalk, Bugs, there's way too much to tell.
Bugs: I only said 'Daffy', Daffy.
Daffy: Well, now you've sthaid it thrithce.
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Gwen: I see the glass as half empty, Leshawna and DJ see it as half full; that’s why we make a good team.
Gwen: Heather, on the other hand, just drinks right out of the bottle. Harold wonders why it has to be glass, and Duncan usually breaks the glass by putting his feet up on the table.
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Armor Baron: Are we fighting?
Risky: If we were, you would be on the floor, bleeding.
Armor Baron:
Armor Baron: Okay, I accept that as a likely outcome.
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incorrect-wandanat · 10 months
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Nat: You can’t make an omelette without breaking some legs.
Wanda: You are never making me breakfast.
Peter: Whose legs? MY LEGS?
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liar-or-lawyer · 1 year
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rwbybutincorrect · 1 year
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Ruby: Need some sleep, Blake?
Blake: Um, no?
Ruby: You have bags under your eyes.
Blake: It’s... a look I’m going for.
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alien-slushie · 2 months
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Adam: You're enjoying this aren't you?
Lucifer: Only slightly more than a lot.
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ladymiraclewings · 25 days
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Scoop: It’s like the big rhinoceros in the room that no one wants to talk about. Remi: Elephant. It is “an elephant in the room.” It is not a hippopotamus, it is not a rhinoceros. It is an elephant.
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