#embarrassingly so

[spasibogospodi]

Invincible 4.01 "Making the World a Better Place" || 4.08 "Don’t Leave Me Hanging Here"

[sweattyspaghetti]

This is the “very big bad chimera” everyone’s afraid of for Liam 😭 dawg he’s folding for this guy yall don’t need to worry 😭😭😭

[nyheartbreak]

follow up - third part

sammy bryant and the overworked, underpaid, absolutely miserable state defence attorney that the scumbags he arrests get. most of the time cops don't really respect these lawyers too much, and at first he does have his reservations. especially when you show up with a bit of an attitude, clearly having a shitty day and tired from dealing with worse cops than him. but sammy knows that you don't get to choose your cases, that you just get assigned to them. and he feels so bad everytime you arrive at the station with a cup of burnt coffee in your hands and anxiety written all over your face.

despite it all, you have always been so cordial with him. you always call him detective bryant and you kinda avoid his eyes when you say im alright, thank you while you guys wait in the station hallways before an interrogation and sammy can't help but ask you okay? to fill the silence. which makes you always seem a little bit too shy around him. though you seem shy around everyone and he wonders if this is the right job for you at all. he does makes you smile once, though, and it makes him so giddy he takes it as his win for the month.

but he finds himself thinking of you more than he wants to admit. finds himself doing so in situations where he shouldn't be thinking of you at all. when he gets to work. when he arrests someone and wonders if they are going to send you to defend them. when he kisses his wife. when he jacks off and lies to himself that he did it thinking of his tammy. feels guilty after, of course, disgusting even. can’t look you in the eye for a few weeks.

but the more he looks at you, the more he finds the comments from his partners more and more obnoxiously annoying. the way the talk about you. how they say that they would fuck you either way, even if you defend criminals, eyebags and all. it makes his blood boil. and its not like you are one of those assholes on call they sometimes get. cocky and confrontational. you are nothing like that, at least not with him. you are just doing your job, right? like he is doing his job.

and then, this really nasty motherfucker tries to put his hands on you on a private attorney client visit and he fucking looses it. nate has to literally drag him off so he doesn’t kill him and ends up on the other side of the questioning table. his fists hurt for days after but he doesn't regret a thing, in fact, he would do it all over again.

he finds you in this bar one night, a few days after the incident. the one he always go to when things get a bit rough and he needs to get his limbs loose at least for a couple of hours before he goes back to his wife. you are sitting at this booth alone, and he finds you placing the two or three bottles of beer you had neatly against the wall. you are just entering on tipsy and you joke that you have some kind of undiagnosed ocd and he finds that you are really awkward and bad at making conversation but it just makes him like you even more.

you drink together. barely talk. stare at each other when you think the other isn't looking. and then, a couple of beers in, when he is not really thinking about anything substantial— thankfully, he really needs those moments— but rather letting himself enjoy the feeling of it. of the company. you say it. thank you, for what you did. and sammy quickly has to think of something gross to keep his dick tamed inside his pants.

he decides to be a bit of an asshole then. fights you just the right amount to get you all defensive, hot and bothered. and you fall for it. you think I like this job? you think i like sitting next to those assholes in court? that i like spending all day listening to their sorry stories? i have my own sorry story too, you know? and then you finish with, after a pause, we both chose shitty jobs I guess.

you just need someone to take good care of you, he answers. a little bit too drunk. a little bit too bold. in that condescending voice cops sometimes have to use. you choke on your drink but don't say anything. the heat on your cheeks too damming. and he jots another win down.

and of course he takes you home that night. you live in this shitty apartment which you say you won't invite him to because it's totally embarrassing and you both linger at goodbye. hidden in the darkness of the empty street of this not-so-nice part of town. and again, you are a bit too drunk and he is a bit too tipsy and it's only natural he ends up kissing you against his car, your back flat against the curve of the door until you put a hand on his chest and gently push him off. not because you don't want to but because this is definitely a bad bad idea.

he still ends up in your bed, though. clothes tossed caressly around your room like it doesn't really matter. like this doesn't mean anything at all. he still ends up fucking you hard against the mattress, both too fucking wasted to have a civilized thought about what you are doing. he keeps whispering in your ear as he thrusts from behind let me take care of you. let me take real good care of you. and you let him. both your lives are falling apart at the seams, so you sure let's sammy bryant take real good care of you.

[fungusbunnus]

[jtl-fics]

I'm not sure if you're still doing wip wednesday, but if you are math nerd 🥺 I'm in love with all the Andrew and Neil angst of Andrew pining and wanting

Neil laughs at Andrew's question.

"He was never a big fan of being too hot but no... not Arizona." Neil says with a smile that is more fond than sad. "I've given you quite a few questions on credit Andrew. I'll consider us even if you answer the next one honestly." he says, "But after that I don't want to play this game for a bit." he crosses his arms and leans heavily on them as he looks out over the campus.

"Ask." Andrew says.

"Are you happy?" he asks.

[sandrasoapbox]

What if? In an AU far far away...

Din dropping The Child off at school.

Din to his son in front of everyone: “What do you say?”

The Child: “Dad! Embarrass me, you are.”

Din: “I’m not leaving until you say it.”

The Child: “Love you, I do.”

Din: “I love you, too, my little womp rat.”

[mionight12]

“Has anyone asked you to the Yule Ball yet?”

“Hello Fleur, it’s lovely to see you too.” Hermione doesn’t look up from the parchment, her quill still scratching across the paper.

Fleur rolls her eyes as she sat down beside Hermione. “Salut Hermione, ça va?”

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.” Hermione sets the quill aside, she takes off her glasses as she turns toward Fleur. “And to answer your rudely asked question, no, no one has asked me out.”

“Truly? No fine, young woman has come to catch the heart of Hermione Granger?!” Fleur gasps in mock disbelief. “How come? Surely only a fool would let this chance slip through their fingers!”

“Stop being ridiculous, Fleur, and besides this is me we’re talking about; boring, know-it-all, butch, Hermione Granger.”

“Pardon my French, but that is bullshit,” Fleur hisses. “The girls of this school are idiots if they do not see how beautiful, and how kind you are, and what is wrong with being smart? I find that quite attractive. Actually, I would happily date you, if you wanted me of course.”

During Fleur’s little rant Hermione had sunk down in her chair, her fingers spinning her ring. “Come on, stop with that rubbish, you’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”

“Hermione, look at me.” Hermione met Fleur’s eyes with hesitation, and she found herself staring into stormy blue eyes. “Be my date to the Yule Ball.”

“Wh-what!? Fleur, please stop-”

“I’m not joking, I would never joke about this...I was planning to ask you in a far more romantic way, but I guess this will do too.” Fleur suddenly turns shy, turning her head to stare at the table top. “I...I have never really felt this way before for someone, and I think-no! I want to believe this means you-that you are someone very special to me.”

Fleur looks back at Hermione, a small smirk blossoming on her lips at seeing how flushed Hermione is; her fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting with her ring. Fleur gingerly took Hermione’s hands in hers. “It is okay if you do not feel the same way, though I ask you to kill me gently if that is so; we veelas have soft hearts when it comes to love, I’m afraid I will not survive the heartbreak.”

“...Love?” Hermione’s voice is so tiny Fleur almost did hear the word.

“Yes, veelas only fall in love once and that is with their mate. I’m not sure, but I do believe you are my mate, like I said I have never felt this way before for anyone else.”

Hermione is quiet for a minute, though to Fleur she swears it was hours. “...You know, for a not romantic asking...it turned out pretty romantic.” Hermione couldn’t stop the small giggle that slipped pass her lips.

“Thank you, I’m told I can be very dramatic by this handsome, young woman that just loves to point out my perfection.”

“Sounds like a smart girl.” Hermione giggles again, but her slight smile quickly faded; she can’t stop playing with Fleur’s fingers.

Fleur lets Hermione keep playing with her hands. “I told you a lot today, I practically told you I’m in love with you. There is no rush to give me an answer.”

Hermione’s fidgeting finally stops. “are you okay with waiting a bit?”

“For you, Hermione? I would wait forever, ma chérie.”

[dgalerab]

i mean like

i drag myself pretty often bc like

“talented trash creature” is really the aesthetic i’m going for in life but

this dragon porn my dudes