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[alwaysmicado]

Trouble

5.3k | 18+ MDNI | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 5

Warnings: no outbreak AU, implied age gap, D/s dynamic, rough oral (m receiving), spitting, cum eating, leg humping, degradation/praise, humiliation kink, pet names, aftercare, feelings Summary: After you’ve distracted Joel from work with your explicit texts all day, he decides to teach you a lesson.  A/N: Consensual degradation & humiliation – my beloved. This one's for you if you're into unadulterated filth with feelings sprinkled on top hehe. Let me know what you think, I love hearing your thots! 🤍

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“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

---

“Sneaking out for a hot date?” 

Busted. 

You sigh and turn around to face Kristen’s triumphant grin. Beautiful Kristen. The only person at your job with a bearable personality. 

If you only had Janice from accounting and her incessant yapping about her feral kids, or John from HR and his never-ending tirades against “modern women”, you probably would have burnt down the building already.  

Kristen’s been your lifeline over the past two years at this job. She’s upbeat, fun, a gifted painter and the closest thing to a female friend you have. 

Her only flaw: she’s so nosy it’s not even funny.

After your get-well-fuck with Joel three days ago where he left multiple marks on your neck, you not only plastered a bunch of foundation over the purple reminders of his fever-fueled nipping, you also wore a silk scarf which, in hindsight, was a dumb idea.

The first thing you were welcomed with when you came in that morning was an enthusiastic “You go, girl!” followed by giggling after Kristen saw your unimpressed face. 

You shoot her a half-hearted smile and raise an eyebrow. “Who says it’s a date?” 

Kristen’s grin widens. “Oh, come on! You think I don’t notice the way you giggle at your phone like a lovesick idiot?”

“Oh, shut up,” you protest in mock offense. What the hell is she talking about? You don’t do that. “I got a doctor’s appointment. Nothing hot about that,” you say nonchalantly.

Kristen leans in, lowering her voice dramatically. “A doctor, huh? Do you have an ache only he can cure with his special tool?”

“You’re a pervert, you know that?” 

“Yeah, duh. That’s why you love me,” she chuckles, causing the corners of your own lips to twitch. 

“Well,” she smirks, “I hope the doctor will take the best care of you.” 

You roll your eyes at her teasing, grab your bag and blow her a kiss before heading out. You leave the office with a grin, reveling in the sunshine that greets you when you step out.

The warmth of the day feels refreshing against your skin as you stroll to the parking lot. Your dress, despite being a result of prolonged laundry procrastination, is surprisingly comfortable, allowing you to appreciate the light breeze that rustles its fabric. 

The sun casts a golden hue on the cityscape and you can't help but smile at the small pleasures of life – the sun on your face, a staff meeting getting canceled earlier, finding twenty bucks in an old pair of jeans this morning.

Life is okay at the moment.

Despite work kicking your ass, your mother trying to guilt-trip you into coming “home” and the last hookup you had throwing you out in the middle of the goddamn night because his wife came home from her business trip early.

You’re feeling good. 

One might even say you’re happy.

If only there wasn’t this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You take a deep breath and straighten your shoulders when you see your Uber pull up. Get yourself together. 

The car winds through the city streets, and as you give Joel's address to the driver, you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. The engine hums softly as you navigate the familiar turns, presenting the perfect background to lose yourself in a daydream.

As you settle into the comfort of your bed, the world outside fades away. In the gentle embrace of your imagination, you feel a figure appear behind you. Their warmth is a soothing balm, and as they pull you close, a profound sense of security envelops you. The weight of the world, of your being lifts, replaced by the tender reassurance of this ethereal embrace.

In this imagined sanctuary, sleep finds you easily, cradled in the arms of solace. The whispered promise of warmth and safety lingers, allowing dreams to unfold like petals, undisturbed and serene in the soft glow of moonlight.

The notification sound of your phone pulls you back to reality. Glancing at the screen, you see Joel's name. You open the message and involuntarily press your thighs together, your pulse quickening instantly. 

Door’s open. Get naked, then come upstairs.You’re in real trouble, angel.

---

The familiar scent of Joel’s home greets you when you step inside. It smells more like home than your apartment or any other place you’ve lived in since you were a child. Safe, warm, comforting – like its owner. And it’s a surprisingly well-decorated and welcoming home for a bachelor.

So much so that you asked him flat out if he had a wife on your first night together.

You take your shoes off and put your bag on the couch in the living room before heading to the downstairs bathroom to wash your hands and quickly check if you look presentable. Your eyes are a bit swollen from lack of restful sleep, but other than that, you’re good to go.

As you take your dress, bra and panties off, you somewhat fondly remember the last time Joel ordered you to his home because you were sending him filthy texts and photos while you both were at work. 

You spent thirty minutes sitting still on his lap while he worked on his computer, his throbbing cock buried deep inside you. Every time he would shift in his chair a little, you would whimper into the crook of his neck and he would whisper into your ear how well you were doing for him and draw soothing circles on your back with his palm.

You hated and loved every torturous second of it. 

The office door is open when you come upstairs. Your eyes widen when you see Joel sitting at his desk. It’s incredible how handsome he looks. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, blue gym shorts and his glasses as he’s staring at the computer and typing something with his index fingers.

Your heart starts beating faster as you take him in, the domesticity of this scene giving you an unexpectedly warm feeling deep within you. 

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me?” Joel asks with a swivel of his chair, his body now facing yours. He saw you out of the corner of his eye before but now that he’s getting a good look at you, his jaw almost hits the floor.

He will never get used to seeing you naked. 

“God, you’re so much more beautiful in real life,” he murmurs, his pupils blown wide and the admiration in his voice unmistakable.

You give him a satisfied smile as you lean against the doorframe. “I sure hope so,” you tease. 

“Do you know why you’re here, darlin’?” Joel asks with a tilt of his head, his brow slightly furrowed.

“I’m assuming it has something to do with the silly little texts and pics I sent you to brighten up your day,” you say, feigning innocence. “Did you like them?” 

“You really think now’s the time to be a brat, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Alright, then.” His eyes sparkle dangerously as he sits back in his chair and spreads his legs wider.

“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

You bite your lip as your eyes focus on the visible bulge in Joel’s shorts, and try to suppress the huge grin that’s threatening to spread across your face. This is exactly what you wanted and you both know it.

“Hands and knees, baby,” Joel orders calmly and puts his hands on his thighs. “C’mere.”

You lower yourself on all fours without hesitation and crawl towards him slowly, making sure to sway your hips and never break eye contact. Joel’s the only person you’d put yourself in such a submissive position for and you revel in the exhilarating feeling it gives you.

Joel keeps his eyes trained on you, subtly rubbing his thighs as you come closer to where he’s needed you all day. His eyes are dark and full of need as he licks his lips and follows the mesmerizing movement of your body. He likes how you, despite your brattiness, know perfectly well where your place is. 

“Look at what you did,” he says, once you’re kneeling on all fours between his spread legs. He palms his throbbing cock over the fabric and your eyes widen a little, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“That's right, baby, you did this. And now you need to take responsibility for your actions.” He gently caresses your cheek, tracing your lips with his thumb.

When he presses on your lower lip, you instinctively open your mouth enough for his finger to slip inside. He presses on your tongue, admiring the feeling and your willingness to submit.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, gently rubbing his cock. “Such a little slut, always wants something in her mouth.”

He moves his thumb further along your tongue, causing you to furrow your brow and gag a little. “You couldn't help yourself, huh, just had to put on a show all day like the needy whore you are.” 

He takes his thumb out of your mouth and pulls his shorts all the way down, letting them fall on the floor next to his chair. His heavy cock flops against his lower belly, causing you to swallow and part your lips instinctively. Joel smirks at your reaction, enjoying the raw need sparkling in your eyes as he strokes himself slowly.

You start squirming, pressing your thighs together to alleviate at least some of the uncomfortable ache between your legs, and let out an almost inaudible whine as Joel continuously strokes up and down his length while looking at you curiously. 

He leans in and tilts your chin up, his dark eyes boring into you.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” He asks softly, feigning concern. He looks from you to his cock and back, raising an eyebrow. “All of this just because you’re a pathetic little cockslut with nothing else in her dumb little head than my cock. Isn’t that right, angel?”

You nod slowly, your lips slightly parted, hypnotized by Joel’s big eyes and filthy words.  

“Use your words, slut,” he growls, gripping the back of your neck to tilt your head up even more. 

“I just—wanted you so bad, I–” 

“Aww, of course you did,” he teases you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Tell me your safeword, angel.” 

He looks into your eyes intently as you say it out loud, then puts a soft kiss on your lips. You whimper when he withdraws, the feeling of his warm lips lingering. 

“Open up,” he orders with a tap of his fingers to your bottom lip. “Stick your tongue out for me.” 

You obey and do as he says, looking into his eyes expectantly. You watch in awe and pure need as the thick glob of saliva makes its way down from Joel’s mouth and lands on the back of your tongue. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel it run down your throat. 

“Swallow.” He gently puts a strand of hair behind your ear as you show him your empty mouth. “Good girl.”

You moan softly at his praise and furrow your brow when your eyes find his cock again. 

“You really want it, huh,” Joel purrs, trailing your neck and chest gently with his hands. When he brushes your nipples, you wince a little, eliciting a low chuckle from him. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see your little pussy.” 

He sucks in a sharp breath, his cock twitching impatiently when you sit back on your heels and present your glistening folds.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs, tracing your belly all the way down to your mound and stopping right before touching your clit. “Must’ve been uncomfortable to sit in that all day, hm?” 

He gently pulls your lips apart with his thumbs and index fingers, inspecting you closely. “Your little clit is so swollen, baby, does it hurt?” 

“Mhm,” you whine, his touch so close to your neglected bundle of nerves torturing you beyond belief. “It–it hurts so bad, Sir.” 

“Hmm,” he searches your eyes, “and that’s why you thought it was a good idea to send me all those naughty messages?” He spreads your lips apart further, eliciting a long moan from you. “You thought I’d fuck you if you did?”

“Y–yes,” you stammer, your legs trembling, “I’m sor–”

You’re cut off when Joel lets go of your lips and swipes his fingers through your dripping wet folds agonizingly slowly, once, twice, three times, barely brushing your pulsating clit. 

Listening to the noises you make and feeling your hot cunt on his hand is enough to make him almost come, despite his cock not having any contact at the moment. His eyes never leave yours as you whimper desperately, his barely there touch enough to build your long overdue orgasm.

“Go on, angel,” he withdraws his hand and holds his hand up to your lips, “clean up the mess you made.”

He pushes his wet fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your own juices off of him. You do so eagerly, sucking and licking his fingers, moaning around them. 

“You would’ve sucked my cock in front of everyone if I had let you, huh.” You let out a desperate moan, feeling your pussy get wetter at the thought. “That’s right, baby,” Joel chuckles. “Show everyone you’re my little cockslut.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, satisfied with the job you did, then grabs your chin hard, his wet fingers pressing into your hot cheeks.

“You want it so bad, baby? Then beg for it.” 

“Please,” you whine. “Please let me suck your cock, please, I–I want your cock so bad—”

“All yours, baby.”

He leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head, looking at you through lidded eyes. 

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” Joel groans as you start licking and sucking at his balls, then lightly trace the veins of his cock with your warm tongue, swirling it around the tip, licking up the salty precum. You look at him expectantly as you lick up and down his length, fondling his balls with your hand. 

He smiles at the needy look in your eyes, finding it unbelievably hot that you want to, need to hear his praise so badly even though it’s obvious that everything you do to him is and feels beyond perfect. 

“Good girl,” he says softly, eliciting a little whimper from you. “Now stop teasing and take it.”

You immediately hold him up by the base and take the tip into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly. You take him further, inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down his shaft until he’s nudging the back of your throat. Your eyes well over with tears as you gag around his cock. Joel groans in response, his whole body tensing as he tangles his hands in your hair.

You make a surprised sound when he leans over you and pushes your head down until your nose is rubbing his pubic hair, giving you no chance to move your head. He keeps his length buried deep inside you for a few seconds before pulling you up, a thick string of saliva mixed with precum connecting you two, only to push you right back down.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Joel pants as you choke and whine loudly. 

He pulls your head back up to let you catch your breath and make sure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is. He knows from the look in your eyes that you are, but he wants to make sure before you continue. 

“What’s your color, angel?” 

You look at him with bleary eyes, but give him a dazed smile and whisper, “Green.”

Joel nods and caresses your wet cheeks, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs. 

He traces your swollen lips with the head of his cock, loving the way his precum sticks to them. 

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he pants. “Can’t have you passing out on me.”

You wrap your lips around his head, swirl your tongue around it, then bob your head again – messily, sloppily, just the way he likes it. 

“Good girl,” he breathes, thrusting his hips to slide in and out of your mouth, smiling at you and petting your hair. “Such a perfect little fleshlight.”

You tremble and moan around him, not entirely sure if his filthy mouth, his groaning, or the fact that he’s using you for his pleasure  is turning you on the most. You just know you love it when he holds your head steady and fucks your mouth roughly, taking what he wants from you, making you gag and choke, saliva and tears running down your cheeks, chin, neck, and body.

You look like a masterpiece. 

“I’m close, baby,” Joel pants, your perfect, wet mouth and the admiration he sees in your big, wet eyes making him tremble every time he thrusts his hips into you. You push him right over the edge when you squeeze his balls hard. 

He comes with a strangled groan, shooting rope after rope of warm cum down your throat and onto your tongue. You welcome it with eager moans, so far gone that you don’t realize what you’re doing until after it’s too late — you swallow it all without his permission.

Fatal mistake. 

Joel grabs you by your hair, pulling you off his pulsating cock, still breathing heavily.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”

Your eyes widen in shock, your lip quivering. “I–I'm sorry, I–I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Joel sighs and raises his eyebrows. He loosens his grip in your hair and looks at your eyes welling up with tears. You stumble over your words as you keep apologizing over and over again. You’re so perfect like this. 

“What’s your color, baby?” 

“Green, Sir,” you sniffle. “It’s green.”

“Now what am I supposed to do with a fleshlight that doesn’t work right, hm?” He tilts your chin up and rubs it softly with his thumb. “Do you think you deserve to get fucked?”

“I’m—please, I'll be good, I promise,” you choke out through tears and hiccups. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, just please—”

Joel smirks and leans back in his chair. “No need to tell me that, angel. I know you’ll do anything.” He lifts his foot between your thighs, eliciting a small, needy noise from you when he presses it against your swollen cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. All from being used, hm?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whine, wiping your cheeks and trying your hardest to stay still. “Thank you.”

“Such a pathetic little slut.” He rubs his foot against your folds, and you moan, closing your eyes, your lips trembling, your face hot from embarrassment and arousal. Joel presses harder and you cry out, your hips jerking instinctively. 

“Pathetic enough to hump my leg?”

He snorts when he sees the stunned look on your face. You are definitely startled, but you don't protest. Joel can see a mix of hesitation and need in your eyes, and he understands that he needs to push you.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says, gently petting your hair, “so you better thank me for letting you come at all.”

He sighs and pulls your head back by your hair when you don’t answer fast enough. 

“Use your words, slut.”

“Th–thank you,” you whimper. “I–I just–” You trail off, too shocked and embarrassed to finish your sentence, your voice trembling as you babble unintelligibly.

You hear Joel say your name and feel him cup your cheeks. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You sniffle and try to focus on his eyes. “Tell me your color,” he says gently, his deep voice soothing your nerves. 

“Still green,” you breathe, swallowing hard. 

He searches your eyes and nods before sitting back up and extending his leg a little.

“Go on, then.”

You look at the satisfied smirk on his face before taking a deep breath and scooting forward, adjusting yourself against Joel’s leg. Gripping Joel’s thigh for balance, you tilt your hips forward until your clit makes contact with his hairy leg. You shudder at the feeling, a needy little moan escaping your lips. 

Joel’s pupils are so blown, his eyes are completely black now. 

You slowly drag your hips upward and duck your head, embarrassed that you’re actually enjoying this – and that you’re this wet. After slowly rocking your hips up and down a few times, you can’t keep yourself from moaning anymore. It feels to fucking good.

You shift a little and allow yourself to set a pace that will make you come. You nuzzle your face against Joel’s thigh and don’t hold back anymore, rutting against his leg with abandon, chasing your release. 

“That’s it, angel,” Joel purrs, gently brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You rock your hips against his leg over and over again, your brows furrowed, whimpering desperately as you grind your wet folds against Joel’s leg, the friction causing your whole body to shudder.

Joel fucking loves seeing you like this; pliant, obedient, wanting to be good so badly that you’d do anything to please him. Most of all, though, he loves how much you trust him. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, tilting your chin up to look into your glazed over eyes. “My good girl.”

You moan at his words, your fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, your hips jerking frantically, desperate for release. Joel smiles softly at your reaction, reveling in the fact that he's ruining you for anyone else.

He fucking delights in it.

“That’s right, angel. Keep looking at me with those beautiful eyes.”

You barely hear what he says as your breathing comes out in noisy, deep gasps, too far gone, too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed at fucking yourself on Joel’s leg. There are no thoughts left in your brain, your only focus now is chasing your climax.

“Feels good, huh? Such a spoiled brat, aren’t you,” he taunts, marveling at your blissed out expression and the sheen of sweat glistening on your naked body.

“You think you deserve to come, hm? Even though you’re just a dumb little whore, only good for taking my cock in all her holes?”

That’s almost enough right there to tip you over the edge. 

“Tell me what you are.”

You let out a choked sob, fresh tears making their way down your cheeks. Joel wipes them away with his thumbs as you stutter, “I’m–I’m your dumb little whore, Sir. I’m all yours — please, please–”

He gives you a warm smile as his dark eyes bore into. “Come for me, angel.”

You press your throbbing clit hard against him, humping his leg feverishly until the tension finally snaps and shockwaves grip your whole body, your legs trembling as you moan uncontrollably. Your walls contract around nothing as you collapse onto Joel’s thigh and start sobbing.

It’s all too much right now. 

He immediately draws you into his strong arms, lifting you up and cradling you. “Shh, sweetheart,” he purrs, holding you tight and stroking your hair, “you did so well. Are you alright, hm? You want me to go get you a towel?”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion of him leaving you, causing you to shake your head fervently, your tears flowing freely now as you gradually come down from your high. 

“Shh, it’s okay, baby” he coos, putting soft kisses on the top of your head and rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

You're still naked and Joel wants you to feel comfortable and warm, so he swivels you two towards the couch to snag the blanket and drape it over you. He holds you close, whispering into your hair how well you did and how good you are, intermittently pressing soft kisses on your wet face. 

You feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a comforting rhythm that wraps around you like a protective cocoon. The warmth emanating from his body seeps into yours, making you feel calm and protected. 

Joel’s not surprised that you need physical affection and closeness right now, knowing that humiliation is one of the most effective ways to make you fly – and crash.

Falling apart in front of somebody, allowing them to see you in such a raw, uninhibited state, is an incredibly vulnerable act.

Joel is not taking your trust lightly. 

When he sees you wipe your nose with your arm, he swivels you back to his desk and opens the drawer to get you some tissues. Your heart skips a beat when you see what else is inside, but you keep quiet. 

“Was I really good?” You mumble after listening to Joel’s calming heartbeat for a few minutes.

“You were perfect, baby,” he says softly, pressing a tender kiss on the crown of your head. 

“So, can you fuck me now?”

The vibrations of Joel’s chuckles reverberate beneath you, making you laugh yourself. 

“How about we make sure you drink enough and eat something first, hm?”

“Just say that your refractory period is getting longer, old man.” 

“Why, hello,” he laughs and pinches your sides, making you squeal, “the princess is back.” You lift your head to look into his eyes. His beautiful, warm eyes. “You think I’ll fuck you if you keep being a brat, hm?” 

“That’s exactly what I think. Because you always do. Because you love it.” 

“Wow,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “All this just now and you’re still sassing me?”

“Just admit you fucking love it, so we can move on and decide what we wanna have for dinner,” you murmur. 

Joel can’t hold back the beaming smile that’s spreading across his face.

Save for last time, you usually leave shortly after you’ve come down. He’ll sometimes ask if you want to stay a bit, but will never pressure you into doing so – even if it hurts him. 

And it does, sometimes, if he’s being honest. 

“Alright, alright,” he sighs deeply, his smile betraying his mocking tone. “I fucking love it when you’re a little brat and torture me all fucking day, making me sit in a fucking meeting for hours on end with a hard cock, listening to some rich fucks who want me to build some bullshit building for them.” 

You giggle at the description of his day and kiss his dimple. “I really am sorry, you know.”

“No you’re not,” he shakes his head. “Now, what are you in the mood for?”

“Can we, um, can we go eat the fattiest, unhealthiest junk food ever and then wash it down with huge cups of pure sugar, so we’re both gonna have a stomach ache for the next three days?” 

“Have I ever told you you’re perfect before?”

---

You step out of the shower, dry off, wash your face with Joel’s face wash and drink a glass of water. Joel put your bag outside the door when you were in the shower, giving you space to do your thing and going downstairs to take a shower there himself.

You’re kind of tired now, feeling a little burnt out.

You put on your panties and retrieve the comfy gym shorts you were smart enough to bring with you from your bag. They’re the only other clean piece of clothing besides the dress you could find in your drawer this morning.

“Joel?” You shout from the top of the stairs. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I borrow a t-shirt?” 

“Sure, darlin’. Just grab one you like.” 

“Thank you.” 

You smile and make your way to Joel’s bedroom. Opening the drawer, your eyes fall on a white shirt you’ve seen him wear many times. Don’t do it. You sigh defeatedly and lift the shirt up to your face, inhaling the unmistakable scent. 

Then you suddenly remember it. Fuck. You need to make sure. 

You put on the shirt and quickly walk to the office. Taking a deep breath and making sure Joel’s not watching you snoop through his things, you open the drawer. 

The polaroid feels strange in your hand as you lift it to take a closer look. 

It’s one of Tommy, you and Joel in it, from the night Tommy introduced you two. You don’t even remember taking this one, but now that you’re looking at it, you see something. It’s the way you’re smiling.

You turn the photo and read the handwritten note that catches your eye. 

when I met her

You swallow hard and put it back. It doesn’t mean anything. You hung the other polaroid, the one of only you and Joel, up in your apartment and that doesn’t mean anything either—right?

“Babe?” Joel’s voice pulls you back.

You turn around and look at him, startled. “I, uh, was just looking for some batteries. Couldn’t find any though.” 

“I got plenty downstairs,” he says with a tilt of his head. “Come on, let’s go.”

---

You’re sitting in a booth, munching on your burger, intermittently sipping your soda. You don’t even realize you haven’t answered Joel for the third time. 

“Are you sure everything’s okay, sweetheart?” Joel touches your arm, his brow furrowed. You look at his concerned face, his cute little frown, before putting down your burger with a sigh. 

“I, uh,” you start but can’t think of the right words. “I’m just feeling a little off these days, I guess. Work’s been stressful and, um, you–you’re gonna think I’m weird,” you murmur while picking at the fries on your plate. 

“Darlin’,” Joel sighs, taking your hand into his, “you’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” He chuckles when he sees your offended face. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He rubs the back of your hand softly and searches your eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“It’s, um,” you clear your throat. “Do you ever get this feeling that there’s something looming?”

He tilts his head and looks at you curiously. “I’m not sure I follow, darlin’?”

“Like if you’re happy, do you ever feel like it’s not real, it can’t be real, and there’s something looming? Like there’s something just waiting to fuck everything up?” 

When he doesn’t answer, you avert your gaze and try to withdraw your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m killing the vi–”

“No, sweetheart. Hey, c’mere.” He extends both of his hands to you on the table and you give him yours to hold. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he murmurs, “your question just caught me off guard a little.”

You softly rub his hand with your right thumb and study his features. He looks gorgeous with his tousled hair and his big cow eyes.

“Look, I know that happiness is hard to accept sometimes because we’re afraid of it not lasting. It may even seem easier to sabotage it preemptively, so we’re not disappointed or don’t get hurt when something bad does happen. And I also know that we sometimes don’t think we even deserve to be happy.”

Bingo. 

“But sweetheart, I need you to understand something,” he squeezes your hands gently, his sincere eyes boring into you.

“If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.” 

You try your best to blink away the tears that are forming in your eyes.

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ok so i was tagged by the lovely aria @calumthoodshands in this and what i got from her drunk explanation (love u aria) on the post is that we're talking about our top 8 shows that you need to know to know me 🥰 i definitely rambled here way too much for no reason but oh well <3

911 (2018 -): hmmm do i need to explain? i feel like people heard and seen me lose my mind over the weewoo show. this is currently what's shaping my life. i take the day off on tuesday cause it's when the new episodes air for me. yes it's that level of brainrot.

skam (2015 - 2017): this show shaped me as a teen gonna be real. i watched it in my last year of high school and seeing this type of real show about teens where at the times all the shows with high school were like tvd and gossip girl and such it was refreshing! i do believe that for full impact of watching skam you needed to hunt episodes on google drive and wait for translations as you're avoiding studying for your finals but it's great in any viewing shape and form.

parenthood (2010 - 2015): this is one of the shows that i used to watch weekly as it aired with my mom. it's about family and we've grown attached to the bravermans 🫶 it gave us many good crys!! also peter krause my beloved is there (even though i would have fought adam braverman many times).

ted lasso (2020 -): a show that just brings joy to my heart <3 im probably gonna cry when it's gonna end in a few weeks. every episode that i watch of this show i get some faith in humanity and when i don't think it can get better, it does!!

this is us (2016 - 2022): show of all time. the amount of tears this show brought out of me. made me have a full panic attack watching a certain episode and it's one of the best episodes of the whole series. this is another show i watched with my mom where we tuned in every week to watch together and it was our hangout time that i still very cherish. again very family driven storylines so yeah 🥹

schitt's creek (2015 - 2020): how does one explain the love i got in my heart for the rose family and co? a show i definitely procrastinated finishing cause i didn't want it to end!!! just as good as everyone say it is and i loved every second of it.

glee (2009 - 2015): when i tell you being a gleek was my whole personality for years i am not kidding. watched this baby since it came out and i would wake up at 4am so i could watch the episodes before school and then later on burn them on CDs. i had posters, magazines, merch, everything. like half the songs i know are from glee. watching glee from 10 years old will change your brain chemistry i promise you. i will admit that i stopped watching after the quarterback episode but at a point of time (literal years) this show was my everything.

always sunny (2005 -): most awful people in the world but you can't help but love them. pretty sure it's the longest running sitcom at this point? if not it will be. i did base my personality after some stuff from the show for a while. my bio on insta is still "champion of the sun ☀️" after all these years. i dressed up as charlie in the day man episode. it's just a really fucking funny show.

honorable mentions: the boys, teen wolf (until s3b), abbott elementary & derry girls!

im gonna tag @myfalsedevotion @cowboy-buck @buckleyseddie @merry-the-cookie @pxrxmoore if you guys feel like it, no pressure!!

also goes without saying but if you haven't watched something in here i highly recommend them!!

#that was long!!! have been writing this on and off all day lmaooo #but yeah this was fun <3 #i was also tagged in the spotify receipt thing twice and i wanna do it. but i did it like less than a month ago and it's all the same still #im gonna wait with that a bit hopefully i remember lol #maya talks #tagging game

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Further FOX AND THE HOUND Observations

I watch THE FOX AND THE HOUND... Like, a lot...

Not too long ago, while scoping around Goodwill... Even though I have largely halted collecting Disney VHS tapes (something I regularly did from the early 2000s up until the late 2010s, with some additions every now and then afterwards), I couldn't help but pick up some Disney VHS tapes that I saw there...

One of them was the 2000 release of THE FOX AND THE HOUND, which was in the Gold Classic Collection. This release came in both VHS and DVD formats, but I scooped up the tape, largely for the front artwork. I never really collected the Gold Classic Collection editions, even though they were the newest releases of several Disney films when I was in my late single-digits. I had gotten a couple of them, too, back in the day, as previous editions were no longer available. I had FUN & FANCY FREE, ALICE IN WONDERLAND, and THE RESCUERS DOWN UNDER circa 2000-2002. I had also gotten the GCC DVDs of THE SWORD IN THE STONE and THE BLACK CAULDRON. Many years later, when I started collecting Disney VHS tapes, I did eventually throw in at least one more GCC release. I remember being given the 2000 release of TOY STORY from a relative, and... I didn't really pick up any after that, until I got the FOX AND THE HOUND VHS the other day.

I tend to watch the movie a lot, and I wanted an excuse to the other day, so I popped in the VHS. I had never seen what this transfer of the movie looked like, I was only familiar with how it looked on the original 1994 VHS release (from "The Classics" line) and the 2011 Blu-ray... But, THE FOX AND THE HOUND fascinates me, even if it's not among my personal favorite Disney animated features...

There was a period in my life where I watched it frequently, too. Circa early 2002, I want to say? And another time around mid-to-late 2005-ish, when I was nonstop watching many of the animated classics. Studying them like the obsessed 12 3/4-year old that I was at the time! These films are like my sun and moon, even the ones that aren't regarded as the greatest, or even considered below par.

Anyways... Where was I? Yeah, THE FOX AND THE HOUND. Well-known amongst the average animation (and/or Disney) historian as the smack-dab-in-the-middle of the transitional era picture of the Disney animated feature library. The film whose production was fraught by Don Bluth's mass exodus from the studio, resulting in a half-year delay and the enterprise scrambling to hire many new animators to work on the picture, getting it to its summer 1981 release date. A film worked on by many future giants in the animation and cinema landscape, from John Musker to Chris Buck to Glen Keane to Brad Bird to Tim Burton!

Wow-wee!

THE FOX AND THE HOUND wasn't quite a beloved picture upon release in 1981, with some brushing it off as yet another Disney cartoon in the age of Steven Spielberg and George Lucas. In fact, this dog picture shared the same summer with RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK. It is a very compromised picture, as it is well-known that the young artists and the veterans were both at odds- not so much with each other, but with a very strict management that feared the wrath of angry letters from parents and the Bible Belt. This middle-management wouldn't allow the animated features in the works at the time (THE RESCUERS, this film) to be more in line with the films overseen by Walt Disney, films that weren't afraid to frighten young children and commit to their visual drama. Thus, you had Chief surviving a fall from a railroad bridge that was *supposed* to result in his death (thus fueling Copper with vengeance and hate for his best friend), and a general lack of oomph in other scenes. Jerry Rees, one of the animators of the film, recently revealed in an interview that the directors and executives didn't want the death of Tod's mother in the opening sequence to be explicit! They had to fight, tooth and nail, to get that gunshot sound effect in the movie!

That tells you everything you need to know...

THE FOX AND THE HOUND was in full production by the end of 1978. An inked and painted image of Tod and Copper meeting each other in the fallen log appeared in a November issue of LIFE Magazine that year, in celebration of Mickey Mouse's 50th birthday. In this issue was also some concept art done up by Mel Shaw for THE BLACK CAULDRON, which ended up being the feature film to be completed after FOX/HOUND. Not too long ago, I had read that one of the remaining bits of Don Bluth's work on the film was in the scene where Tod causes trouble in the barn while Widow Tweed is tending to Abigail the cow... and yeah, it does look like a Bluth scene!

There's a particular way Bluth does eyes, and I feel like you can see that with both Tod and the cow. Also, Tod doesn't keep his tongue in his mouth (before he takes a drink), another Bluth staple. You can see where his work is, using the tongues as your guide, in THE RESCUERS and WINNIE THE POOH AND TIGGER TOO. He has a thing for characters' tongues flopping out of their mouths.

But I definitely think that Bluth-ness can be felt in other scenes during the film's first 10 or so minutes, such as Big Mama comforting Tod after losing his mother, and Widow Tweed feeding Tod milk. And then about 20 minutes or so into the picture, once Amos, Copper, and Chief go on their lengthy hunting trip, you can see where things resumed following Bluth's September 1979 exit from the animation wing. You can see the work of the Cal-Art animators, and the vibe of the picture is slightly different. The first 10-20min of the movie have that '70s slow quietness to it, the veterans and the animators who already had ROBIN HOOD, TIGGER TOO, and THE RESCUERS under their collective belts... And then the rest of the picture, the new animators. There's a looseness to the animation and structuring of that half of the film, I feel.

I find that very, very fascinating. We have roughly a quarter of the movie that was made in 1978-79, and then the rest resumed in - presumably - early 1980. Of course, the story itself was probably locked by the end of 1978 with few major changes made afterwards (for example, the earliest iterations of THE FOX AND THE HOUND had some crow characters instead of woodpecker Boomer and the Brooklyn-accented sparrow Dinky), it's the execution of what was laid down. One team handling the first 10-20min, the other handling the rest. There's at least two schools of thought at play here, maybe a third, because Glen Keane's bear sequence feels - from a visual and staging standpoint - like it's from a completely different movie. The powerhouse sequence showcases a kind of intensity and raw pencil-drawn power that did the early Walt-era films proud, that the rest of the movie could've lived up to if the filmmakers had been allowed to just make a great family movie without the fear of upsetting someone.

Then you look at MICKEY'S CHRISTMAS CAROL (1983) and THE BLACK CAULDRON (1985), it's the new team's work through and through... THE FOX AND THE HOUND is the full bridge from the end of the Nine Old Men's lengthy careers to the "Young Turks" who would eventually be at the forefront of Disney Animation's "Renaissance"... You have a little bit of everything in it, really... Nine Old Men stuff that feels like it's from the late 1970s, Don Bluth stuff that's in line with his work on THE RESCUERS and his first feature THE SECRET OF NIMH (and also his part-time short BANJO THE WOODPILE CAT), the new animators' work that rings more CAROL and CAULDRON, and Glen Keane just absolutely going off with a scene that looks like it could've come right out of one of the '90s movies.

Kind of an eclectic collection of filmmaking choices, if you think about it, all rolled into this often-overlooked 83-minute movie.

#the fox and the hound #disney animation #random observations #unorganized thoughts

[allpromarlo]

suns won bucks won heat lost its a BEAUTIFUL DAYYYYY

#cp3 can get this gravy #wait huh who said that #anyways #i love seeing the heat and bulls lose it brings me joy #no need for an alarm clock my hatred wakes me up #and also suns and bucks my beloveds <3<3<3 #i need dbook to come back stat i missed him this game #they were bricking threes like CRAZY #but its all good because we have ayton and the point gawd #and jaxson hayes is a bitch but that's nothing new #CLUTCH TIME REVIVAL #YERRRRRRR #nba #phoenix suns #milwaukee bucks #miami heat

[stagefoureddiediaz]

It’s reached the point in hiatus when I’ve gone a bit more crazy than my usual brand, so you guys all get to share in my insanity!

I’ve always been interested in name meanings, and if they reflect the person who bears the moniker (I mean my name supposedly means ‘ruler or chief from the royal fortress’ and I’m none of those things 🤣). Where I think it’s especially interesting and relevant though is when it comes to characters in tv and film because it’s always fun to try and figure out if the writers have looked up name meanings when choosing what to call their characters.

No idea if anyone has already done this, but I did a bit of compiling and I can’t help but feel that the writers have to have done at least some cursory looking into name meanings because they’re just too perfect for the characters personalities! I could go into detail about all these name meanings, but it’s all glaringly obvious so I really don’t need to!

Robert - bright flame

Wade - able to go, ford

Howard - Bold heart

Henrietta - Keeper of the hearth/ home

Evan - God is gracious

Edmundo - prosperity and protector

Maddie - strength in battle

Athena - war and wisdom

Christopher - bearer of Christ

May - goddess of spring

Harry - ruler of the home

Karen - pure

Michael - gift from God

David - beloved

Taylor - cutter of cloth (you alter your personality to fit with the demands of a situation!!)

Kelly - warrior!!

Albert - noble and bright

Ravi - Sun

Abby (the Saxon short form) - sweet refuge

Ali - high (honestly this makes me laugh so much considering buck meets her up high in a skyscraper 🤣)

Josh - salvation

Sue - lily - rebirth

Carla - free woman

Daniel - God is my judge

Ana - favoured grace

I find it really interesting that Bucks 3 girlfriends all have gender neutral names! 👀👀👀

Abby - can be a short form of Abigail or Abraham

Ali - a short form of alison, alistair (and many others)

Taylor - not short form, but gender neutral

Kelly - is also a boys name - especially common in Scotland and Ireland!

Also feeling highly amused that Lena and Lucy both have the same meaning;

Lena - torch or light

Lucy - light

Add into this the fact that Ravi and Albert also have similar meanings and that all these characters have been used as devices to shine lights on character traits of our mains (pun very much intended). We’ve seen Eddie’s self destructive traits highlighted by Lena, Albert shone a light on Chimneys feelings of not being wanted or good enough for his father etc, Ravi has been used as a vehicle to show bucks coping mechanisms and abandonment issues. If we go a bit further away from main cast, even Tara (means ��shining’ in Sanskrit) was a way of highlighting that Maddie needed to deal with her trauma from her abusive marriage. So Lucy is a plot device to shine a light on buck and his self destructive and self chastising ways (I mean we’d already guessed this, but it’s fun that the name emphasises it!)

#random thoughts about 911 #name meanings #it’s reached that point in hiatus! #love a slightly clowning theory #🤡🤡🤡 #911 on fox #911 #911 fox #911onfox #911 character names

[b0nten]

AS BRIGHT AS YOU

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ teenage sanzu boyfriend <3

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ not proofread 😁

SANZU MY BELOVED

this sweet, wholesome, selfless, empathetic boy.

again, this sweet, wholesome, selfless, empathetic boy.

he is all that you wouldn't expect him to be.

well, not really

sanzu is the quiet type, and he has always been like this.

i feel like in his past there was someone who abandoned him so he doesn't necessarily feel comfortable with getting close to people, in fear they'll leave too.

since he doesn't speak a lot, he also doesn't know how to express himself the way he wishes he could.

he's afraid he'll spout some shit and accidentally chase you away, so he prefers not to speak.

please, this sweet, innocent boy.

he hates his scars.

not hates, but rather is so 'eh' about them he just doesn't give a fuck but also dislikes them very much. he never really says it, but his behaviour gives it away.

he's so lucky to have you there for him because you reassure him constantly and remind him that he's no different from anybody else.

' what if they make me look like a monster.'

'like a moshi monster, maybe' (i hope y'all also played moshi monsters when you were younger?!)

he blushes so hard when you compliment them, he feels like he's on another planet

listen very close now.

if he catches you saying something bad about yourself? be ready for quiet, mute sanzu to disappear and his hidden alter ego, Won't-Shut-The-Fuck-Up sanzu, to appear and reassure you about how amazing you are.

he secretly loves crocheting. will crochet the cutest things for you - from mittens to cup holders - in all kinds of colors and patterns.

remembers EVERYTHING about you.

it's almost surreal how well he knows you.

if someone asks you for your favorite color he'll be the first to answer because he knows it from the top of his head.

sanzu gives you the best hugs, they're so comfortable and intimate it's hard not to melt when he holds you.

his body is surprisingly warm and on cold winter days, after school, you'll just chill at his place wrapped in blankets as he holds you.

definitely likes it when you brush his hair and vice-versa.

i will take the liberty to say sanzu actually knows how to braid hair and he loves to teach you new & different styles and techniques.

basically - sanzu is such a sucker for your touch. i will not elaborate since i also am working on a cuddles with sanzu headcanon right now.

dates with sanzu are surprisingly... not chill?

expect him to take you to arcades and festivals, carnivals and concerts, even the circus if there's shows.

will so try to win plushies and prizes for you. the way your face lights up when you hug the stuffed animal for the first time makes him forget about every care in this world and you're worth spending millions of tries on.

sanzu has such good aim, that even the games one has to try at least 20 times at he finishes within 10 tries.

you have a shelf dedicated to plushies he won for you and occasionally sleep with one of them when you miss him.

sanzu literally gives 0 fucks about anything else beside you - one time he showed up at your school during lunch and stole you away so you could go to your favorite artist's concert.

a quick parentheses i have to make - (in my mind) he listens to bands like survive said the prophet , buck - tick & X. throw some king gnu here & there and that's sanzu's main playlist. doesn't mind main stream or indie music, but those are his favorites.

he gives you the world and expects nothing in return, so you try to give him the sun.

but nothing you ever give him could ever compare to the way you make him feel - loved, appreciated, secure and excited about life.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x you #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu headcanons #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu headcanons #sanzu imagines #haruchiyo sanzu imagines #sanzu x you #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu x you #haruchiyo sanzu x you

[drethanramslay]

A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 1

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)

Word count: 2.6K words

Series Masterlist 

Masterlist

Warning: None really, just some cursing

Author's note: Hello!! I am back with the first chapter of "A funny thing called Fate" and this time this is in Bryce's POV

Like I said last time, there would be time jumps so you will be seeing both- 16 year old Bryce and present day Bryce

Just a word of caution, 16 year old Bryce (according to me) is your typical bad boy who is a jerk and upholds his reputation and prestige as the most important priorities

I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20​ the prompt being- LOST

Also decided to take part in @choicesweeklychallenge​ the prompt being "I just... don't know. Honestly."

Both of them will be in bold

TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

-> kanilehua: Motherfucker (I literally googled curse words in Hawaiian language so please forgive me if they are wrong 🤧)

-> okole: Butt/ Ass

-> budhiya: old woman in Hindi

Forgive me if I make any mistakes

10 years ago- Bryce's POV

"Aloha!!" Bryce's cheerful voice ran clear through the hallways as he approached his teammates, instantly capturing the attention of the people.

"Hey Bryce, my man." Jason, his best friend stepped forward and did a complicated handshake with him before patting his back.

"How was the summer?" Kai, his other best friend spoke up as he leaned against the lockers, his dark hair falling on his eyes.

"You know the usual. Practice and stuff. My parents did take us to Australia. The waves there are sweet." Bryce whistled lowly, remembering how he spent numerous days surfing at sea.

"What a lucky bastard. Do you think your parents would adopt me?" Jason asked causing Kai to chuckle.

At this point, they would want anyone but me as their son. A dark look passed on his face but he hid it behind the over cheerful and happy go lucky mask.

"So, what's up with you guys?!" He asked, smoothly changing the topic.

Jason began. "Well I for one, had a fun summer hanging out at the beach, enjoying the sun-"

"-having flings left, right, centre." Kai completed the sentence, snickering.

"As if you weren't the one who fooled around more. You broke so many hearts, Kai!!" Jason rolled his eyes.

"But I finally settled down, unlike your unsettled ass." Kai exclaimed.

"50 bucks you will break up with him in ten days." Kai narrowed his green eyes and smacked the back of Jason’s head. 

"Wow, seems like I have some catching up to do." Bryce smirked.

Kai turned towards Bryce, suddenly serious. "Glad you brought it up. We have a proposition for you."

Bryce incredulously raised his eyebrow.

"Your two o'clock. Short brunette with glasses. Don't be too obvious."

Bryce ran his hand through his long hair and his amber eyes fell on the girl.

He leaned against the locker near Jason.

"What's her deal?"

"Apparently, she joined the school last year and has been on the low. Keeps to herself, certified nerd, teacher's pet and super uptight."

Bryce eyed her and he recognized that she was in his chemistry class last year.

Aisha Khurrana.

"Wait... That's Aisha. She was in my chemistry class last year. Introverted and quiet."

Jason did a double-take. "Wait really? Well, that makes it easier for us."

"Good. I will make y'all talk to her-"

Kai stopped him midway. "Woah, woah, woah. We don't want to interact with her. You are the one doing this."

"Will one of you kanilehua tell me what the fuck is going on?" Bryce asked, getting annoyed.

"After the legendary prank Ano pulled last year, it's time we step up. So while you were tanning your okole in Australia, Jason and I were brainstorming to come up with a better idea."

Jason continued. "So we decided that you could get her fall in love with you before the finals and boom! We could pull the prank on prom."

Bryce's eyed widened. "Woah, don't you think that's extreme?"

Kai rolled his eyes. "Please, Ano humiliated a teacher and exposed that he was having an affair with a junior. I don't think it's that extreme."

"What is this prank you have planned on prom?"

Jason waved his hand. "We haven't worked out the details but we have the entire year to do that. You on the other hand... Are running out of time."

Bryce's eyebrows furrowed. "And why can't either of you take this up?"

"Because Kai here is surprisingly getting cosy with Kaeo the jock from Sunset High while I am on the principal's radar for the shit I did last year. I am this close to getting expelled." Jason enunciated his point by touching his pointer finger and thumb.

"Jas... you're touching your fingers."

"Exactly."  

"So will you take one for the team?”

Bryce sighed. "I just... don't know. Honestly." 

“Bro, this could literally make or break our popularity bro. You don't want to be the laughing stock of the school, do you?" They asked with puppy eyes.

The peer pressure and the need to uphold his reputation as the golden boy made him raise his hands in defeat. His eyes glanced at the losers down the hall, who people were blatantly ignoring.

Definitely don't want to fall in that category.

"Fine. I will do it. But you will owe me."

"That's our boy." The boys whooped as they clapped his back.

Bryce's eyes wandered to his new target, finding her brown eyes staring right back at him. The flecks of hazel shone with curiosity but her face was impassive as if she didn't want to let anyone in.

Well, this is going to be an interesting year, Aisha Khurrana. Bryce thought to himself.

PRESENT

When Bryce woke up this morning, he didn't think his day would turn out this way.

Who would have fucking thought that the one girl you could never get over shows up at the hospital you are a surgical intern at?

Not me.

He was looking forward to this fresh start. A new city where no one knew who he was and he hoped it stayed that way. To hone his craft and become one of the best surgeons in the country. Anything to get rid of the stains on his name.

After Aisha left at the beginning of Junior year of high school, things were hard. Not that anyone was going to believe him but he actually loved her and no matter how many people he hooked up with, no matter how much he drank himself to oblivion, there was just no getting over her.

He often wondered- no believed that he had lost his one shot at love.

You only get one great love and of course, I had to blow it up, and for what? Popularity? Reputation? That already went down the drain because of my beloved dad.

When he finally got his head in the game and things were bearable, the scandal happened towards the end of the Senior year. Sure, he could hide face during the summers, lounging in his gaudy compound. But he could hear the occasional shouts and protests out of the gates of his home, reminding him that he couldn't escape the truth.

To distract himself from his dad going to trial, his mom selling out to the feds and his baby sister crying from the stress, he dove right into his studies, hoping to score well in his SATs so that he could get away from Maui.

But there was still one year of high school left, and that was fucking awful. He was relentlessly bullied at every turn of the corridor, got the stink eye from the teachers and people jumped away from him as if he was a social pariah.

Technically, I was.  

Though his parents were very tight-lipped about the details of the case, it wasn't that hard to get to know more from the internet. And the fact that the people in his school always made it a point to remind him.

Aisha's dad was one of the people who worked for the company that got screwed over by his dad.

Bryce had given up after all these years that he will ever find her again. He often wondered what would he do if he were to meet her again. The apologies he would say and the monologue on how ‘he was never the same after she left’ had been practised over and over again.

But right there she was, half-naked in front of him, completely at the loss of words. His eyes wandered, making sure if it was the same girl from tenth grade. There was a nose piercing and he saw a little ink near a hip.

"Aisha?" He repeated, completely shocked, his jaw dropped. Never in his entire life has he felt the loss of words.

They stared into each other's eyes, chocolate brown eyes meeting his amber ones, completely lost.

But that moment didn't last for long because Jackie shutting the locker made them realize that this was indeed reality.

Aisha managed to snap out of her reverie. "Oh my fucking god, I don't have time for this shit." She rapidly threw on her fresh sets of scrubs and slammed her locker before making a move.

Bryce stepped in her path, blocking her. "What are you doing here?!"

Her eyes snapped up to meet his, the familiar fire and hatred flooding in those brown orbs. "Well, I could ask you the same thing Mr. I-will-become-a-lawyer. Now out of my way, I'm getting late for the orientation." Though she was short (5 feet 3 inches to be precise), she still managed to slam her shoulder against his chest and walk away.

"Oh My God!!" Jackie's voice resounded after a few quiet moments.

"Put a cap on it nose wipe." He muttered as he rubbed the area where Aisha slammed against him.

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah but that expression says it all." He rolled his eyes as put his stethoscope into his breast pocket.

"But, for real. Who is she?" Jackie asked, inquisitiveness laced in her voice.

Bryce flicked her nose. "I found your nose in my business, why don't you take it right out?"

"Ugh. Fine. Keep your secrets. C'mon, let us get to the orientation before it gets over."

"Yap. Right behind you."  The duo headed towards the main atrium and made their way towards the front so that they could hear the hospital chief. The rest of the interns were already gathered in front of the stairs upon which an impressive, statuesque woman stood and spoke.

That is Dr Harper Emery!! Bryce thought to himself, as the very thought of standing in the very same room as his inspiration made him giddy. He turned to talk but the excitement instantly vanished because thanks to his amazing luck, he ended up standing right next to Aisha.

The universe, what games are you playing against me? Bryce let out a sigh which caught Aisha's attention. She just gave an annoying glance and stared up, as if to ask why was this happening to her.

Both of them turned away from each other and focused on what Dr Emery was saying. "... because as of today, you are no longer students, You are doctors."

Aisha turned towards Jackie and whispered. "Psst. Who is that?"

Jackie whipped her head towards Aisha's short build. "I don't know if you are joking or are serious."

Aisha's ears getting red was the only confirmation Jackie needed. Her jaw dropped and she was physically incapacitated, unable to speak before she finally managed to string together words.

"Seriously? Did you learn medicine in the woods or something?"

Aisha's eyes narrowed and Bryce just knew that if he didn't intervene Aisha would absolutely roast Jackie and her lineage.

So, in a low voice, he spoke up. "That's Harper Emery, the hospital's new chief." A smile made his way on his face as he continued to talk about her. "She's a total badass! World-famous head of neurosurgery before she got promoted."

He turned towards Jackie, smirking. "Guess she's just a scalpel jockey too, huh?"

Giving a Cheshire grin she responded. "She's the only scalpel jockey who deserves rights."

Aisha gave a stiff nod before turning back towards the Chief.

Someone is definitely a ray of sunshine. Bryce thought to himself. His conscience promptly snarked. Bold of you to assume that this isn't your fault.

Brain... Stop. as he shook his head to shake off the guilt that slowly swirled in his chest.

"More will be demanded of you that you've ever experienced. Some of you will buckle under the pressure. Some of you will quit. But some... some of you will thrive."

"Damn... She is so inspiring... I feel like I can do anything." Aisha whispered, her brown eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Well then, can I inspire you to pipe down? I'm trying to listen."

"Can I inspire you to get your ears checked, budhiya?" Jackie looked offended but you could see the glint of amusement and respect in her eyes.

"Girls, can this fight wait until after the speech?" Bryce muttered.

"This is not fighting. This is us bonding scalpel jockey. Get on the same page." Jackie whispered causing Aisha to smirk.

"I give up. But please for the love of everything good can we keep it on the low." He shot a pleading look and they managed to shut up.

"You've been entrusted with a sacred duty: the care and wellbeing of every man, woman and child who enters this hospital. Are you ready?"

The interns promptly burst into applause and they look around, sharing excited smiles with their new colleagues.

Harper Emery raised her hand, to silence the applause. "You'll be introduced to your senior residents tomorrow but for now, you'll be partnering up for your first patients. Your assignments are posted on the board. Good luck, doctors!!"

Bryce swaggered up to his board and searched for his name and found out that he was paired with a Samantha.

Wait for a second... that name sounds fami-

"You?" He swirled around towards the feminine sound and as soon as his eyes landed on her, the memories hit him.

Him running his hands through her hair whilst they kissed passionately against the door of her apartment. Her running her hands down his abs and pulling him by the loops of his belt. Both of them lost in the sensation of each other and Bryce still had the scratch marks on his back to remind him of the amazing night they had the previous day.

"Sam? I didn't know you worked here!!"

"Well fate is a funny thing, isn't it? So apparently we are partners?"

"Yap and we need to take our cases from the residents and be on our way. Are you ready?" Bryce asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I was born ready baby." Sam winked as she started pushing her way through the throng of interns and Bryce followed suit.

When they finally were free, Jackie showed up next to him followed by Aisha and another girl who had a striking resemblance to Chief Emery.

"See you later meathead."

"Try not to miss me too much." He winked before glancing towards Aisha. Their eyes met and she immediately looked the other way, chatting with her partner.

"It's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's have some fun, shall we?" Sam asked her eyes twinkling which just made Bryce smile.

-------------------------------------------------------------

It was going good so far. He had been allotted two cases that day. One with a routine appendectomy and the second one being a benign tumour removal from the right lung. With a cool, calm collected mind, the two of them diagnosed the patients, raising eyebrows.

"Dr Lahela, what is the treatment plan?" Dr Tanaka, the head of cardiovascular surgery asked.

"Well we are administering her with tumour shrinking drugs like bromocriptine so that we could decrease the size and then after a couple of days we will take her for surgery."

Dr Tanaka gave a nod of appreciation. Sam turned and held the young patient's hand. "Miss, you are in good hands and if you have any more questions you can always ask for us."

"Thank you so much, Dr Anderson."

They stepped out of the room and Bryce shut the door behind them.

"Keep an eye on her and do checks every four hours. Good job." Dr Tanaka turned on his heels and only when he was out of earshot Sam fist-bumped Bryce.

"The surgical society is back at it again."

"God Sam that was awful." He groaned as he pulled his pen out to sign the charts.

"Well, that just means I need to keep thinking of names for the dynamic duo. See you later byeee."

He shook his head and gave the charts to the nurses' station before whistling down the confusing corridors of Edenbrook when suddenly he heard a thud sound from the nearby supply closet.

Must be a doctor who is not having a good day.

He stopped before the door, contemplating whether he should enter or leave but his instinct to help overpowered and he cracked open the door to see Aisha leaning heavily against the racks, her back towards him. Her shoulders were shaking and he could hear her heavy breathing.

He was about to leave unnoticed when Aisha’s voice wafted over to him. “get in or get out. Don’t hold it open.” She glanced towards the door and Bryce knew that he could kiss his unnoticed exit goodbye.

Oh boy. 

Oh? so we have a new character 👀 And um that really wasn't the reunion Bryce was looking forward to lol

And now the supply closet yikes yikes yikes okay now i will shut up heheheh

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[countessmorgasson]

Ride Along

Fluffy Nadia x MC! Horseback riding with the Countess herself <3

Gender Neutral MC

(Disclaimer: Based on Nadia’s route, minor spoilers. Also, I don’t know shit about riding horses lmao)

Even though you wake alone, you’re happy. 

The silk sheets are cool against your skin, and the sun makes the room around you shimmer. You turn to the right, where Nadia should be asleep next to you. You don’t have much luck getting her to sleep in on a weekday, but you’ll get there someday.

Smiling, you scoff at how neatly she left her side of the bed. 

You dress yourself as nicely as you can, eager to see the Countess; even if it was for a few moments while she rushed between meetings and other royal duties. 

To your surprise, Nadia herself greets you at the foot of the stairs, a broad smile lighting up her crimson eyes. You find your feet picking up the pace, and you rush to greet her back with a morning kiss. 

That was something you’d never get used to. The food at the palace was one thing, the large bathtubs and clothes so luxurious you were afraid to wear them were all fun amenities, but the best thing about your life was the woman standing in front of you. 

“Good morning, my love.” You press another kiss to each of her cheeks, a little sheepish over how late you must have slept in. If Nadia’s not headed to a meeting, you really must be late waking up. 

“Did you sleep well, m/c?” Her voice is like butter.

“Of course,” you say.

“Good. I’ve cancelled the rest of my appointments for the day; I’d love for you to join me at the stables.”

Ah. Your smile must show your sudden anxieties, but you muster up all the excitement you can. 

“Absolutely!”

-

You’ve never ridden a horse in your life- before you met Nadia, of course.  Magic was the thing you were good at. Card readings, aura channeling, you’re the one they go to. But practically... anything else, you were still shaky at. 

Frankly, you blame yourself for ever dying in the first place. Surely there were other things you could do before then. Maybe you were even good at riding horses. 

You fidget while Nadia eyes you.  She looks beautiful- as if that’s a shock. You just love the way her violet hair piles on top of her head in a braid. She has such a classy, confident aura about her when she wears these clothes, you note. 

She catches you eyeing her, and raises her eyebrow with a playful smirk. 

“Why don’t you ride with me this time, m/c?” She offers.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we’ll share- you can sit behind me...” she blushes underneath her smile. “Or if you’d like, I’ll hold on to you.”

You mount her favorite horse, clumsily straddling along its back. Oh, the things you do for love. Nadia adjusts herself behind you with ease, and you smell her lavender perfume when she playfully nuzzles against your neck.

“I like this,” she admits. “We have to do this more often.”

You chuckle in agreeance, but your grip on the horse’s reins nearly has your knuckles going white. Luckily for you, you’ve got an expert at your side. Or rather, behind you.

Before you know it, you’re strolling in peace, breathing in the crisp air and occasionally relaxing yourself enough to enjoy your surroundings.

“This is nice.” You admit.

“It is.” Nadia’s voice is softer than usual, like she’s deep in thought. “Thank you for joining me.”

For a few blissful moments you’re both silent, eyes wandering around the trail. You occasionally look back to Nadia, nerves calmed by her smile. 

The longer you walk, the more Vesuvia seems to linger farther away, the sun’s reflection glimmering on the palace rooftops.

Yes, these were the days you both dreamed of. A city that was once broken, unable to provide for its people had transformed into something beyond your wildest expectations. And it was all thanks to Nadia. Sure, you might have had a hand in things, but at the end of the day she was the Countess, and how lucky you all were to live under her reign. 

How lucky you were to be her beloved...

“M/c!”

You’re too lost in admiration to pay attention to the horse beneath you. You didn’t have that connection that Nadia did with the animal- and it’s obvious, by the way you desperately buck against the creature’s back. You have no idea what to expect- what’s going on?! 

It happens quickly. Nadia’s smart enough to steady herself and brace for the sudden turn, but you’re painfully dragged back into reality the moment you feel your body in the air. 

You topple off the horse, crashing down into a bush.

“Ahhh!”

“Oh dear-!”

Nadia scrambles off the horse and rushes to your side, where you’re spitting out dirt and groaning at your ripped clothing. 

“M/c, are you hurt?! That was quite a fall.”

As if she spoke it into existence, you start to notice aches and pains throughout your body. You start to panic- you’ve never fallen off a horse like that. Did you sprain anything? It doesn’t seem like it... then what’s this pain? 

You feel your entire face heat up. 

How humiliating!

Nadia doesn’t give it a second thought. She’s already got her manicured hands on you, examining for any major injuries. You stare in silence, partly unsure how to respond- you’re just so mortified. What kind of fool falls off a horse with their hands on the reins?

“Ah, I’m fine...” you start. It doesn’t ease the worry on Nadia’s face until you stand up with her. Your tailbone feels a bit sore, but there’s no way you’re going to admit to her that you literally fell on your ass. 

“Let’s get ourselves home. Oh... I hate to make you get back on, but we’re quite a ways from the palace. We’ll have to ride back.” 

Yup.

-

You’re still mortified, but you’ve finally arrived home. 

I should have pretended to pass out. I can’t believe this.

Part of you wants to laugh, but you’re silent, hidden away in your shared bedroom while Nadia examines you more thoroughly.  It turns out you didn’t land the fall unscathed. 

You bear a few marks here and there. Minor scratches and bruises- ones that you could easily erase yourself with a simple press of your fingertips. That being said... something holds you back from healing yourself.

Nadia’s playing the role of a doctor, catering to your injuries. 

She traces over each scrape with a warm washcloth, no matter how small of a scratch it is. The damp fabric is soothing against your cold skin, making your muscles relax underneath her touch. Her eyes are fixed intensely on what she’s doing- making sure every part of you is treated with care. 

You sit in silence, eyes following her every move. You study her, really. It’s fascinating to see her like this- knowing she could easily have doctors tend to you- knowing you could do this yourself.

She hums to herself, kissing the marks on your back and tracing along the scrapes as if she could erase them with her touch. 

“Thank you, my love.” You say. “I feel much better.”

It’s true. Maybe love is medicine. 

“Good.” She raises an eyebrow towards you, and you see a glimpse of her playful nature shine through her haughty expression. “Because I’m not quite done with you yet. We still have a few hours before dinner time, do we not?”

“W-what did you have in mind?” You try not to let your nerves take over. 

You may have gotten the best of the Devil, but you got your ass handed to you by a horse- and you’re not sure if you can handle more adventure tonight..

“Don’t look so afraid, m/c! The last thing I want to do is put you under any more stress today. I’ll have a bath drawn for us.”

You swear you can physically feel your bones settle from the relief.  You find yourself starting to laugh. 

It’s really kind of funny, now that the embarrassment’s rubbed off. You can’t get the image of yourself toppling into a bush out of your head. How the hell did Nadia keep a straight face?

It’s like she read your mind, and before you know it the two of you are giggling like children. 

You sit like that for a few moments, enjoying each other’s laughter. 

It’s so nice to see Nadia smile- truly smile. Her entire face lights up and her giggles somehow feel so special- maybe because you’re the only one who really gets to see her like this. 

Everything about her is enchanting- even when you’re suffering through a bruised tailbone and a memory that’s forever burned into your head, you’re just so in love, you’d do it all over again if it’d make her laugh like this.

“Come, dear.” Nadia extends her arm forward. She’s still wearing her riding clothes. You’re finally brought to your feet, eager to soak in a pool of warm water. 

“I think you’ve earned yourself a massage.”

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[sleevesareforlosers]

Discussion group!! (Hope I’m not obnoxiously late)

I no longer have spotify because </3 phone things, so the last song I listened to was WRIGGLE by Black Dresses, as recommended by a friend,

I’m not terribly fond of dark chocolate, and

??? Canned icing? I have never heard of that, but I would eat it with a spoon.

Cloudy weather is better, unless it’s chilly-but-warmed-by-the-sun.

I don’t associate albums with media, but I do associate them with whatever art project I was working on as I listened (so like, Lies for the Liars is my snail patch, etc.),

and my week was pretty boring,

but I played trivia with two friends, and we only got one question wrong (it was about wasabi)!!

!!!! im obnoxiously late with this answer so we’re even!!

rip </3 also i could not find wriggle by black dresses but its got a cool title and i trust your taste!!

yes. good. its not something i reccomend being terribly fond of

!!! canned icing! its just like. premade icing in a little tub its like 4 bucks at corner stores its one of my favourite snacks to get! eating it with a spoon is very 10/10 give it a try if/when you can

ohhh yeah chilly-but-warmed-by-the-sun my BELOVED

!!!!! thats so fun omg!!! i love that okay very very very valid

oh wahoo!!!! congrats on getting only one question wrong! esp on a quiz abt wasabi i feel like i dont know anything about wasabi? very inchresting

#discussion group #sorry i fell asleep lmao #graphictrafficreport

[dusenkasab]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26447959

*1 year after the season finale*

Misha, returning from a 3-mile run, still out of breath, can hardly believe in what he’s seeing.

He has to blink several times as he takes small steps towards her.

He looks around, with wide eyes and a red face, looking for someone.

When suddenly:

"Hi Mish!"

His thoughts are blown away by that voice.

His voice...

Jensen is behind him, with his arms crossed over his chest and a sassy smile on his lips.

Misha perhaps turns too quickly to look at him and hardly stands up for the rapidity of the gesture.

"What…- what are you doing here?"

"I came to say hi"

Misha takes a quick look at the Impala and immediately returns to stare at him.

"did you drive 2,199 miles just to say hello?"

He is incredulous.

Jensen smiles back at him, he looks very tired

"Well, I'm glad to see you too." He says with sarcasm and a hint of resentment in his voice.

Misha shakes his head with his deep blue eyes and a guilty expression on his face.

"Sorry I'm ..."

"Do you want to go for a ride?" Jensen hurries to say

"Aren't you tired of driving?"

"Yes I am."

Jensen throws him the keys of the Impala

"Are you serious?" Misha is perplexed and stares at the keys for a few moments more.

Jensen gets into the car from the passenger side, in response and waits for Misha to do the same.

*

Misha feels excited as he quietly drives the Impala through the streets of Bellingham, while Jensen at his side glares at him, happy to be together.

The younger one enjoys the ride, relaxing after all those vigilant hours of driving.

Misha watches him from the mirror, sideways, because he knows that Jensen cannot see him. He finds him beautiful, even with the deep dark circles that furrow his wonderful green eyes.

Misha stops the car at the entrance of the path to the lake and remains silent for a while, almost embarrassed, staring at the steering wheel.

Jensen seems to notice it and after a first moment of hesitation, he decides to reach out for his friend and put his fingers through Misha's soft dark hair. He feels him stiffen, Jen is afraid he'd rushed things and is about to pull out his hand when Misha gives in to his touch and moves his head against his hand to receive more.

"I missed you" Misha confesses, finally fixing his gaze into Jensen's green one

"Me too."

Misha leans towards his friend, captures his lips and drags him into a kiss full of passion and feeling, but at the same time full of unspoken words and urgency.

After endless minutes of tongues chasing each other and hands seeking and wandering around the body, they finally part with a smack.

Misha has red lips and wide eyes, in a typical expression reminiscent of Castiel at the brothel.

Jensen observes him, his lips in the same condition, but his eyes are sweet and his expression is relaxed.

"So, how does she look?" He refers to the car, gently stroking the dashboard

"It's perfect, a real gem. I'm glad you managed to get it."

"Me too, I begged a lot and in the end there she is."

Misha smiles, a broad and sincere smile of pure love for his colleague.

Jensen opens the door to get out of the car and Misha follows him closely, then begins to walk towards the path.

Jensen has both hands in the pockets of his dark jeans while he walks and Misha is a little ahead of him so Jensen can't help but notice his thick legs covered only by shorts.

The sky is covered with a light layer of clouds and the sun is about to set.

"You disappeared, Mish" Jensen comments, once he reached him and faced him.

"Well, I've been busy… at home." Misha's reply is stammered and he reaches out to scratch the back of his neck as he speaks.

"I see. " Jensen is not very convinced, but he doesn't want to push too hard.

"So where were you?" He finally asks, pursing his lips in a smirk as he points to his blue shorts

Misha looks down and smiles "I went for a run."

“Can you?"

"Of course I can"

"I mean your hip"

"I'm fine Jen, I take it easy"

"You’re so hot in those" staring at his bottom side.

Misha chuckles embarrassed, covering his face with a hand

"No, I'm not"

Jensen laughs back "yes, you are."

They walk towards a bench not far from the lake, quietly enjoying the sunset for a while.

*

"Dinner tonight?" Jensen asks once in front of Misha's house

"Uhm, yeah okay."

"I'm inviting you on a date, show a little more enthusiasm."

Misha thins his eyes "A date?"

"That's right, like old times."

"I was the one who invited you out for dinner," Misha retorts

"You did it to woo me. Let me do it now." Jensen comes closer as he speaks and faces him boldly, placing his hands on his hips.

"I'll pick you up at 8:30," he says, a breath from his lips, just before turning and heading for the car.

"Wait, where are you going?" Misha awakens from the unchaste thoughts that his mind was already doing about Jensen's mouth and runs after him.

"I got a room, not far from here."

"Why? You can stay here."

"I don't want to bother, you didn't know I was coming"

"Please Jen, stay"

Jensen seems to think about it, he doesn't really want to disturb Misha and his family.

"Guys will be happy to see you again," continues Misha, hoping to convince him.

"Me too" he replies without hesitation, accompanying his words with an affirmative head gesture.

Misha turns around the car and stands in front of the trunk "I’ll help you carry everything inside."

"It’s just a bag."

Jensen opens the trunk to take out the bag and Misha notices something that immediately catches his attention.

Folded in a corner of the compartment is a trench coat. His trench coat, or at least Castiel's trench coat.

"why is it here?" The question comes out quite spontaneously

"Oh" Jensen blushes and chuckles nervously "I got one before I left the set."

"Why?"

"Well, I wanted something of yours, so I stole it and keep it here."

"Just like Dean." Misha comments enthusiastically

"That's right, but I won't give it to you this time. It's mine, it smells like you."

Misha doesn't know what to say, it rarely happens.

He wasn't allowed to take a lot of his character’s stuff with him.

"shall we?" he finally says, pulling Jensen's bag out of the trunk.

*

"For how long will you stay?"

Misha asks, as he cuts a piece of his steak

"I’m leaving tomorrow, Mish."

Misha turns to look at him, a surprised and melancholy expression on his face

"Tomorrow? You just got here."

Jensen simply nods as he takes a long sip of his beer.

"Why are you here, Jensen?"

"I told you, I came to say hello"

"That's all?"

"Well, that and to do this ..."

And without ever interrupting eye contact with his colleague, he leans over the table to steal a kiss from his lips.

Misha arches his lips in a smirk, shaking his head embarrassedly

"I missed you, Mish. I missed you so much and feeling distant in these months made me think I should have done something to change the situation."

Jensen explains as he tries unsuccessfully to meet his colleague's gaze. Receiving no response, he decides to place a hand on the other’s one on the table to hold it.

"Nothing has changed for me, you know."

Misha is tempted to pull out his hand from Jensen’s grip, who instinctively squeezes it more.

"No, I don’t. After Supernatural your life has changed, you went on, you met new people. I was afraid you had...."

Misha looks down at the plate

"Forgot you?"

"Yes." Misha's response is not long in coming

"I never could. What we had..." Jensen thinks about it and correct himself immediately "What we have, I could never forget it."

Misha turns his wrist under Jensen's grip and squeezes it back, crossing their fingers.

"I did so much to get you, I would never let you go, Jen" confesses Misha, his voice hoarse and eyes fixed on Jensen's, then he drag Jen’s hand to his mouth to place a kiss.

Jensen feels his face catching on fire and tries terribly not to show it, silently lowering his eyes to the plate before filling his mouth with a bit of meat.

"You can't escape, Jen. Your freckles don't lie."

Misha chuckles, running a finger over Jensen's straight freckled nose.

"You really have a thing for freckles." Jensen grumbles, still holding the piece of meat in his mouth.

"Only with yours, Jen. You’ve always been the only one I’ve been focused on."

*

"Will we end up in bed at the end of the night?" Misha's question is asked with such ease that it almost makes Jensen choke on beer.

"Oh it's in my plans, yeah" Jensen winks resolutely.

"Why don't we speed things up?"

Jensen doesn't have to hear it twice, so he suddenly asks for the bill.

Misha spreads his lips in a kinky smile as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

Jensen observes his gesture and mechanically licks his lower lip, he feels his arousement growing harder and that extra inch of skin uncovered doesn't help.

He already feels his erection pressing desperately against the tight fabric of his trousers and he must do something as soon as possible if he doesn’t want to suffer.

When the waiter finally brings the bill, Jensen is already getting his wallet out of his pocket, but Misha anticipates him, leaving some bucks on the table.

"Let’s go"

Jensen is tipsy, you can tell it by the way he walks as he tries to reach his beloved impala in the parking lot.

He has one arm on Misha's shoulders and giggles playfully as he deposits kisses along his partner's neck. At some point he starts singing something Misha can’t understand, he loves Jensen's voice and is grateful that it's singing right in his ear but he also needs to kiss him, so he catch Jensen's lips and his voice dies in a moan inside Misha's mouth.

Jensen surrounds Misha's waist with both arms while his are around the other’s neck hugging him without stopping the kiss.

Soon Jensen finds himself slammed with his back against the impala and the door handle badly pocking his hip.

"Easy, tiger."

Misha rolls his eyes to the dark sky above them, with messy hair and parted lips.

Jensen gets in the car and starts the engine of his beloved baby, while Misha has to appeal to his self-control not to jump on him here and now.

"Where are we going?" Misha asks on the way

"I still have a room booked at the hotel, remember?"

Misha nods and reaches out to kiss Jensen's neck, testing and biting the warm, slightly sweaty skin.

"What if we make out now, in the car?" Misha asks lewdly in Jensen's ear, as he nips his earlobe and takes his hand to shove it between his legs and on his hard-on.

 Also this time Jensen doesn’t have to hear it twice.

*

"Supernatural teaches that this is not a good idea." Jensen gasps as he moves over Misha in the back seats of the Impala and is trying to finally unbutton that shirt, going to kiss every strip of uncovered skin.

"Have sex in a car?" Misha asks, as he’s doing the same with Jensen’s shirt.

“Have sex in a car, in the middle of nowhere."

Jensen concludes

"Supernatural teaches you how to defend yourself from any attacks ... Ah!" Misha lets out a groan when Jensen bites his nipple.

"I'm not afraid, I have an angel with me"

Jensen replies, with a smirk to arch his lips, just before putting his hands on Misha's jeans and pulling them down together with the underwear.

Then Misha sees him lift his head and part his lips.

"Speaking about that, I have a crazy kink for you wearing the trench coat."

Misha tilts his head to the right, a confused expression on his face.

"What do you mean?"

Jensen doesn't answer, gets out of the car -half naked- opens the trunk of the impala and takes out Castiel's trench coat.

"Wear it" he orders as he hands the jacket to his colleague, once back on top of Misha.

Misha purses his lips in a smirk when he understands Jensen's intentions

"Well ..." He grabs the trench coat and puts it on, realizing how much he missed the feeling of having it on and how strange it was not to have other clothes, it was almost wide.

"You kinky bastard"

 Misha shakes his head giggling nervously, this makes him feel more horny.

A satisfied Jensen enjoys the scene while he is comfortably seated on the other side of the seat, completely naked now, absently stroking the throbbing erection between his legs.

Misha knees between Jensen's bow-legs and bends over to reach his erection with his mouth.

Jensen slips his fingers through his dark hair and tightens the locks, following the movement of his head.

He couldn't have wished for anything better. Misha completely naked, covered only by the trench coat giving him a blowjob.

Jensen closes his eyes, his head leans against the window of the impala and his mouth opens to let moans out.

Misha, between his legs, sucks Jensen's cock with his head going up and down at a steady pace and in the meantime brings a hand between his own legs to give some attention to his forgotten erection.

His moans die on Jensen's thick, throbbing member, which makes him shudder and arouse even more, if that's possible.

"You're driving me crazy"

Misha raises his head and points his blue, languid gaze into Jensen's needy one.

That flushed face, the conspicuous freckles and the firm hands in Misha's hair.

He urges him to get closer, pushing his head against his to stick the tongue in his mouth without much ceremony.

Misha clings to Jensen, sits astride his pelvis, the trench coat slows down his movements, but he has no intention of taking it off.

He does it for Jensen.

Only for Jensen.

#cockles #destiel #misha collins #jensen ackles #cast supernatural #supernatural #fanfiction

[rivetrashrine]

“Mercy” - Rivetra Oneshot

As the Survey Corps. near the walls for a safe return home, the expedition takes an unexpected turn for the worse. After being protected by Captain Levi, Petra finds her self stranded and without ODM gear. 

So this is an excerpt from a Rivetra long fic called “Disbanded” that still needs A LOT of work. Since I honestly don't know if it will ever come to fruition, I thought I would at least share this particular chapter which works quite well as a oneshot. ~ Mitsuki 😊 

Mercy

The sun hung brightly in the sky at noon as the Survey Corps. trotted from their resupply unit back to the walls as planned. Combat ensued with ten titans within the early hours of their expedition, which was certainly not ideal, but not detrimental either. It felt like another "routine" expedition. No abnormals were spotted. Nothing particularly useful about the titans was learned from this journey. The casualty toll was about 30% per usual. It was a horrifying number, but it was the gruesome norm.

Petra glanced to the right, catching a glimpse of Captain Levi. It was dangerous to let your guard down for even a second, but she couldn't resist the chance to admire his appearance. Everything seemed brighter and clearer beyond the walls, whether psychologically or physically, the soldiers all seemed to be in agreement. The direct sunlight revealed the dimension of Levi's hair. His undercut came across as a smoky black while the longer strands atop his head appeared as black as a crow's feathers with hints of blue-black framing his face. His stern, deep blue eyes glistened like tanzanite gems.

"Do you see something, Petra?" Levi questioned.

"Oh, uh—no sir." She moved her gaze back to its proper stance, thinking to herself, "Sorry Captain, that's a bit of a white lie... I see a very handsome man who I respect and admire deeply. What would you say to that?"

Oluo let out an arrogant yawn. "It looks like I didn't get to add anything to my kill count this time."

"Hey, don't say that shit! Are you trying to jinx us?" Eld said with hostility.

"Ah, calm down, ok? I'm glad we didn't have to deal with them. I was just joking."

Petra glanced over at Levi once more, completely ignoring the conversation of her squadmates.

"Captain?"

"What is it, Petra?"

"You look uneasy. Are you alright?"

Levi had felt a sense of impending doom all day. His gut instincts rarely steered him wrong, but it seemed irrational to think this way after such a smooth-sailing expedition.

"I'm fine. It's just too bright out today." The truth didn't seem worth mentioning at this point, the walls were already in sight.

Mike turned his nose to the right and gave the air a whiff.

"There's a storm coming on... and at least one titan heading this way." He sniffed once more. "No— three titans at three o'clock."

"Really? It's hard to believe with this clear sky, but you're never wrong," Nanaba replied.

"We'll increase our speed at the first drop of rain or titan sighting, but we aren't too far now," Erwin commented.

Surely enough, in the blink of an eye, a hellish uproar of thunder deafened the soldiers. The sky swelled with darkness and Levi’s stomach tightened.

"All units full speed ahead towards the walls! Avoid combat and focus on your own survival!" Erwin shouted.

The Survey Corps. typically sighted about 30 titans during each journey, most of which could be evaded by changing the formation's course. On an average expedition, the scouts were left with no choice but to engage combat with roughly seven to ten titans. Whether their destination was the wall or one of their bases, the use of signal flares indicating directional change and titan sightings was always the key to survival, and unfortunately this put them at Mother Nature's mercy.

Rain battered down on their wings of freedom as the Survey Corps. pushed forward. Captain Levi squinted in the nearly blinding downpour to see if his squad was still behind him. A thick cloud of fog rolled in and blanketed their flank, completely obscuring the view of any distant solider. Who would have guessed the temperamental July weather would be such a devastating hindrance, and at the last minute?

The captain was aware that at least 21 titans, in addition to the ten killed, were spotted since leaving their resupply point. He always meticulously kept a mental note of how many changes the formation made in it’s direction, and which paths they took to avoid the titans. A cloud of darkness loomed above the team as flashes of lightning granted brief moments of visibility to search for nearby titans. A barrage of hail stung their faces and shoulders like angry hornets during the scouts' desperate journey toward the walls. The mud beneath them further hindered their movements.

"Ah!" Petra’s horse lost it's footing in a puddle and toppled over onto the rain-soaked ground. She flew forward, just a few meters in front of her steed. Oluo exclaimed "Petra!" As her spooked horse regained footing and carried on in her direction, Petra was moments away from being trampled. 

"Continue forward, no matter what comes our way!" Captain Levi ordered while darting towards Petra on his own horse. Petra cried out "AAAH!!" as she began to roll out of her horse’s way. She heard a sharp SNAP as she felt hooves stomp down on the body of her vertical maneuvering gear and watched in horror as the leather straps that attached it broke away. Levi quickly pulled her from the ground and onto his horse. 

"Are you alright!?" he shouted over the roaring wind as she clung to him. 

Petra looked at Levi with mud smeared across her face and shoulder. 

"Captain, yes! But my horse crushed my gear! My blades are still ok in their holsters!"

Though they were just a few meters behind Eld, Gunther, and Oluo, the eerie fog kept them completely hidden. The trio spotted a 10 meter abnormal, stomping towards the captain and Petra. Oluo looked in a state of panic and yelled "SHIT!" 

"Should we go back and help them?!" asked Gunther. 

"No, the captain said to continue forward!" Eld commanded, gritting his teeth.

"Petra, move to safety!" Levi shouted as he flew off his horse towards the titan, aiming to sever it’s ankle. 

She screamed in horror, "Captain!!" 

Of all the times to be without 3-D mobility, this was the absolute worst. She blindly and tearfully continued forward, leaving her precious captain behind. She believed in his strength, but also couldn't ignore the odds against him. The subtle sound of his blades in the distance began to fade. If he did defeat the titan, she wouldn’t be able to see the steam from his kill. How far away was Captain Levi? How long had she been riding since he started fighting that monstrosity? If she were to make it home alive, could she live with being responsible for her beloved captain’s death? Would he be able to summon her horse and escape? Her anxious thoughts spread through her head like wildfire. 

"This is it," she thought. "This isn’t how I want to die... but I know I have given this world everything I could. I can at least leave this life knowing that I’ve fulfilled my duty... but I wish I could have told you, captain, how special you are to me..." 

She felt the ground shake. "More thunder?"

The faint outline of a titan emerged from the fog. It looked to be just a meter behind her. "Damn it!"

Though sweating and shaking, she prepared her blades for battle in case she couldn't outrun it. She was a soldier. Even if all odds were against her, she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Petra rode at full speed changing direction, hoping to get the titan off her trail. The damn thing chased her relentlessly, as if it had a personal vendetta against the young soldier. She gasped as the monster lurched forward from ground level, jaws wide open and crawling on all fours, nearly taking out her and Levi's horse. Its body was frail and child-like for a titan, no more than three meters long; but its speed was deadly. Petra screamed out in rage as she spun around to face the titan. She furiously threw her blades into the eyes of the beast, warranting her 60 seconds to formulate a plan of attack and to finish it off. Quickly, she forced the mechanism to attach a fresh set of blades into place, pinching her fingers in the process. It stung, and blood began to pool under the superficial layer of her skin. She felt her finger throb as she pulled the reigns of Levi's horse until they fell behind the titan, nearly touching it's left side.

"Just a little more," she thought as they drew closer together. She crouched cautiously atop her captain's horse, grasping the reigns for stability. Petra took in the thick, moist air through her nostrils as she jumped over the titan's shoulder, and onto its neck, piercing its nape with her right sword. The titan shrieked as it stood back up from all fours. Petra clung to the handle of her blade for dear life. If she were to let go, she would tumble to the ground and surely be at the titan's mercy once it's eyes regenerated. But if she didn't retract her blade, she'd never be able to kill it. Petra was quick on her feet, but she rarely had to engage a titan on her own, let alone without ODM gear! She realized the anatomy of the titan's short, stubby arms prevented it from being able to reach her. But the titan soon fell back down onto all fours and bucked like an angry bull. She grasped a lock of its hair and managed to pull her blade out, creating a six inch lesion in the titan's nape. As she noticed the decreasing amount of steam emanating from the titan's face, she knew she was nearly out of time. Life and death were just moments apart from one another.

"I hope this works." She flipped a blade upside down before grasping both in hand. She swung back and forth from the lock of hair like a pendulum and timed the peak of her swing with the titan’s upward buck as she let go. She had seen Levi’s signature move so many times, but he always moved too quickly for her to fully decipher exactly what his technique entailed. She spun feverishly and ran both blades across the titan's nape as gravity pulled her back down. 

Petra cried out "Die, die you monster!" hacking away at it’s flesh like a butcher. She ripped away the outer layer of the titan’s skin. A blood-curdling scream of agony exploded from the titan as it struggled to get back up. Blood and bits of flesh flew across the battle field. Petra made sure the bastard stayed trapped on the ground to feel her fury. She took another swing, cutting even further, reaching the devil’s tendons. Strike after strike, she was further strengthened by her rage. The screams of her enemy finally silenced, as she felt metal scrape against bone. The all too familiar smell of dissolving flesh encompassed her. The odor was rancid like rotten eggs. It was something she never quite got used to. The combination of smoke and rain left her eyes puffy and irritated.

She sat on her knees for a moment, breathing heavily and frantically whipping her head back and forth, searching for Levi’s horse. Her exhausted body jogged, tracing the horse’s footprints. Here she had just done the impossible: defeat a titan by blade alone. But that STILL wasn’t enough to keep her from dying. Regardless of this unfortunate circumstance, like a true soldier, Petra collected herself and ran as fast as she could through the muddy, sinking ground. She heard a horse’s neigh in the distance, and continued in that direction.

After just seconds of running, a crack of lightning deafened her as she felt the ground rumble. Was it another titan? The rain let up enough for Petra to see nothing but dozens of tree branches above her. She heard them snap...snap...snap. Petra covered her head with her arms and screamed out in fear.

She suddenly felt her feet lift from the ground, an arm tightly wrapped around her waist and another beneath her knees. Her eyes widened and lit up as they met Captain Levi's face. As he navigated through the barrage of debris at an alarming speed, she tucked in her head and legs, flinching as they passed every obstacle. She grasped the straps around Levi's chest for dear life. Petra and Levi took on enemies together time and time again, but she never realized just how fast he really moved until this moment in his arms. Having seemingly reached the end of the forest with still no horse in sight, Levi latched onto a high branch of a towering and massive tree. Its circumference was at least 15 meters, and its flat, wide branches made it the perfect place to retreat.

"We might be burnt to a crisp up in this wooden lightning rod, but at least we're too high up for the titans to reach us."

Petra shivered and clenched Levi's hand as he slowly let her out of his arms.

Out of breath she said "Captain... Thank you."

She fell to her knees before him, still grasping his hand.

"How did?" She quickly inhaled through her nose, catching the scent of wet foliage and mud, and let out a deep breath through her mouth. "How did you find me?"

"After I finished off that titan, I heard you scream in the distance... I didn't know if I would make it in time." He looked away.

His heart sank and his blood ran cold when he heard her scream. Time and time again, the connections he made with his comrades were severed by the titans' onslaught. No matter how many times it happened or how much time had passed, the pain was always the same.

"I just heard her scream... I didn't even see her. I shouldn't have panicked like I did..."

He always had faith that Petra would prove to be a valuable asset to his special operations squad. Her nature was comforting and reassuring, but she knew how to be assertive when the situation called for it. For someone with such a tiny frame, her combat skills were superb, and she always kept her equipment clean and well-maintained. Most importantly, she showed initiative.

To lose Petra would have been detrimental to his team's dynamics and his daily routines would be sent into disarray. The thought of never having her by his side again was something that really shook him.

Petra shivered with fear and breathed heavily, unable to respond for a few seconds before she let go of his hand.

"Captain, why? Why you didn't you move forward like you told us to!?" 

Levi too caught his breath as she spoke.

Her eyes watered up as she said "You could have made it if you didn't come back for me." She closed her eyes with grief.

"Petra, there was nothing you could have done differently... I was well aware of the risks involved in going back for you, and that you might not even be alive when, or if, I did find you," Levi assured her.

Petra quivered as she opened her eyes, "But captain, I still don't understand! Why you would do that!?"

"... I couldn't abandon you, Petra... I'm not as heartless as you think."

She paused for a moment to reflect on his statement. "Not as heartless as I think!? What gave him that impression? We're conditioned to completely shut out emotions on the battlefield!"

"But we— do you see any way we can make it out of this alive? I just can’t believe I’ve caused all this trouble. I'm so sorry!" she cried.

He furrowed his brows with a pained look on his face, feeling the gaze of her teary eyes. Petra had to abandon all of her gear, and Levi had a minimal amount of gas left. On the off chance that there were any horses nearby, they would surely be spooked by the deafening thunder and crashing trees. As instructed, every soldier continued towards the wall to peruse a slim chance of return to civilization. Turning back to look for survivors would be suicide.

"Survival is never a guarantee, Petra." It was not what he would have preferred to say, but it was the truth.

Petra felt every drop of rain pelt her face. She sunk further down, as she began to cry softly with her back against the tree.

"Oi, that doesn’t mean we’re giving up."

The sound of snapping tree branches and thunder continued.

"I’m sorry..." she continued to weep. "Could I tell you something, captain?"

Petra ruminated, "If this is really it, I don't want to die without him knowing how I feel."

He looked down at her. "...what is it?"

"I-I just want thank you... Thank you for always believing in me, thank for allowing me to fight by your side." She smiled and took a moment to admire his sapphire eyes. "Thank you for all that you’ve done, captain... It's been an honor to serve you." She paused as she wiped tears from her eyes. "I'm glad to have had a captain who I could trust with all of my heart, one who I knew would always make the choices that would best benefit humanity. Even if it meant sacrificing my life, I would gladly do so to follow your commands... I hope you won't think it's selfish, but even after all you've done for me, there is one last thing I'd like to ask of you."

He bent down on his knee and looked her in the eyes with uncertainty.

The overwhelming affection in Petra's eyes and voice alone were enough to surprise Levi, but he was especially taken aback by her words. Compassion wasn’t his strong suit to say the least. Yet, when it came to the well-being of his comrades, somehow that scathing, potty-mouthed misanthrope held his tongue and humanity’s strongest warrior emerged. He uttered words of comfort to hundreds of soldiers at their wit's end.

"Petra..." His eyes softened. "I’m glad you were here to fight beside and for your dedication." His voice was tender as he said "I’m grateful for that..." and so much more that he could articulate. Afternoon tea together, her care for his wounds, the admiration for him that she expressed, all of it made him feel wanted and valued as a human being. She not only accepted his flaws, she appreciated them. She saw the deep concern he had for his fellow soldiers and knew a kind man resided beneath that harsh exterior. For this, Levi actually liked spending time with her and wanted to do so often.

"What is it that you want me to do?"

With a tear-stained face she responded "Thank you, captain!" She took in a deep breath. "Could you please... if you wouldn’t mind... please let me kiss you!"

She threw her arms around him and pressed her face into his chest. 

"Can you forgive me for asking this? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to feel this way about you."

His arms hovered over her as he took a moment to fully process the request she made: affection, intimacy, romance... Why now?

"Petra, that’s fine. You don’t have to worry about it." He pushed her away and looked her in the eyes. "But is kissing me really going to make this situation any better?"

"Just once, I hoped I could, captain. I know it's a stupid thing to wish for. I apologize."

"So, you just want to have your first kiss before you die? That’s what you’re saying?"

Petra let out a soft giggle and replied "No captain, it wouldn't be my very first kiss... just ours."

"Ok, so you already know what it’s like to kiss somebody. You don’t need to do that with me."

"What a strange thing to want do at the brink of death," he thought to himself.

Petra thought back to the one and only boy she had kissed, the boy who left her with a bittersweet memory. She imagined his full, tender lips against hers, the stubble on his chiseled jaw against her hands, and her body feeling protected by his towering frame. She thought of the way his lips always slipped down to her neck and the way his hands wandered down to her thighs. Just the thought of that boy's lips caressing hers still made the back of her head tingle, but whenever she really thought hard about that boy she felt disgusted.

Petra sat up and looked at Levi. "Captain, that’s not how it works at all. You’re a much better person than anyone I've kissed before. My feelings for you... they’re much more intense."

"... I'm covered with blood and dirt, and you really want to kiss me? Here? After you've been rolling around in the mud with titans? While we’re 30 meters in the air?"

"Yes captain, I-I do..." She said meekly. She was completely embarrassed but persistent.

With a skeptical face he asked "Kissing me means that much to you?"

"Yes."

Kissing a subordinate was undoubtedly sexual misconduct. On the other hand, as a captain he was obligated to fulfill a dying soldier's final wish. The situation they were in could certainly qualify as imminent. But, suppose they did miraculously survive this ordeal. Levi usually didn't give a shit about his own needs, but he had to really consider how this act might make him feel. He had never kissed someone before. It wasn't necessarily an unappealing thought, or that he didn't sometimes want to experience it himself, there just never seemed to be the right opportunity, or the right person. If he did kiss her, how might that change their working relationship? He wasn't in love with the girl, but he did find her attractive. He did actually enjoy her company. She was more special to him than he really cared to admit.

After a few moments of silence, he came to his decision: "Fuck it. If this is the last thing I can do to make her happy, I'll do it."

"Alright Petra, if you can promise it won’t interfere with our duty, just this once... Permission granted." Her face turned bright red to the point that he could practically feel her embarrassment.

"O-okay, Captain Levi. Thank you."

She couldn't believe what he just said and suddenly felt hesitant to kiss him now. She gulped as she looked at his soft nude lips. The misty wind blew through their hair and the smell of fresh rain circled around them. She gently wiped away bits of gravel on his cheek. Petra batted her eyes before leaning forward, her lips nearly touching his. She could feel his breath on her upper lip. She closed her eyes and froze for a moment.

Petra put one hand on her captain’s shoulder and the other on his neck. The tactile sensation of his smooth skin against her blistered fingers made her heart beat faster. Levi's hands stayed by his side as he hesitantly closed his up-turned, half-lidded eyes. Their lips collided. In contrast to Petra's kiss, his wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t tender. It was obvious he’d never kissed someone before. But it was Captain Levi's kiss and it didn't matter to her how awkward it was. His lips half-heartedly pressed against hers with no tongue or movement as she tilted her head and puckered her lips. He could tell she was much better at this than him. Petra's loving gaze pierced Levi's eyes as she pulled her head back. He knew that wasn't a satisfactory job. Taking in to consideration how much this meant to Petra, he felt he owed something more to her...

"Hey..."

"Captain?"

He put a thumb beneath her chin. "Lets try that again."

"Yes, captain..." she said under a heavy breath.

Levi put his arms on her shoulders, gently pressing her back into the tree. He felt his heart beat like a drum from the sensation of Petra's wet, supple lips. His lips caressed hers and he followed up with several more passionate kisses. Petra was taken aback by his sudden improvement and felt as though the man she loved was truly hers. She gently pushed him away.

"Thank you, captain... You don't have to keep kissing me." She blushed as she bashfully looked away.

His hand made its way back to her chin as he slid his thumb over her wet lips. Their eyes met.

"Are you saying you want me to stop?"

"Captain, I..." Her eyes closed half-way. "No..."

She closed her eyes completely as a chill ran through her body and her chest felt tight. His kiss paralyzed her for a second as she anxiously exhaled.

Their tongues slipped inside one another’s mouths as their hearts throbbed. Levi felt like he was about to erupt from years of pent-up sexual repression. His hand tightly grasped her hair to hold her head in place. His thumb rested firmly against her jawline as the rest of his hand cupped her cheek. 

Levi furrowed his brows. "Her skin is so soft, even after sweating like a pig. And her hair, how the fuck does it still smell like roses while having visible chunks of mud in it? She should be revolting after all the shit we've been through today."

He ran both of his hands through her hair. "But now that I’ve gotten a taste, it’s like I can’t get enough. Tch, what the hell is this?"

"Captain?"

Levi finished one more kiss before pulling back. "Hmm?"

"C-can I kiss your neck? Your skin is so soft there." She was incredibly anxious, yet every action felt so natural.

He looked at Petra a little bit puzzled before gingerly pressing his lips against her ear as he whispered, "Knock yourself out."

She kissed his cheek as her lips trailed down to his jaw. She carefully pushed his cravat to the side and unbuttoned his shirt until his collarbones were exposed. Levi felt a sweet, gentle peck above his left clavicle and closed his eyes. He jumped as he felt Petra delicately bite and suck on a circle of his skin.

"Oh, sorry. Was that too much?"

"No, it's fine. Keep going."

After a few more seconds, Petra lifted her head. Their lips ravenously rubbed against each other’s. It was like a box of butterflies was released into Petra’s stomach. His body against hers brought about a comforting, blissful sensation. She always felt so complete by his side, like she stood right where she was destined to be.

There was something Levi wanted to try too, but he thought it might be better to ask forgiveness than permission.

Petra felt his hands gently squeezing and fondling her breasts through her rain soaked shirt beneath her jacket. She let out a slight gasp followed by a nearly inaudible moan. Levi felt her nipples against the palms of his hands. Between the rushing wind and cold rain, they were hard as rocks. Petra flinched as he slowly and teasingly rubbed his thumbs over this sensitive area.

"I can't believe captain is touching me like this! Does this mean he's actually attracted to me?"

"What the hell are we doing? Suppose we make it out of this alive, what will she think of me then?"

Though wrestling to keep their consequential thoughts at bay, the two continued like horny teenagers, completely lost in a sexual haze.

Admittedly, Levi had always wondered how this sort of thing felt. Of everyone he knew, it made the most sense for this to happen with Petra. She was someone he deeply trusted and was close to. Her beauty always caught him by surprise and it was sometimes a challenge to accept the fact that he was attracted to her. Yes, his eyes had glanced over a fair share of nice looking individuals, but none of them had peaked his interest.

But the timing of it all— was this the only way it could happen? Even if it was her dying wish, Levi couldn't help but feel remorseful for his inappropriate actions. This afternoon together was a pleasure beyond his imagination, a very guilty pleasure.

At some point during the duration of their make out session, the rain had stopped. Waking up from his trance, Levi stood up abruptly to fire a signal flare. It was a long shot that anyone would be close enough to see the flare, much less to be able to reach them... Even with the situation at hand, he felt light and his tension and worries were somewhat eased. It was strange, and in a way he hated the sense of vulnerability it brought about. As the sun broke through the clouds, Petra looked up at Levi noticing he was aroused by their acts of intimacy. She quickly looked away and blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

With his head still facing towards the walls he questioned her, "What? Should I not have found you stimulating?"

"Oh, n-no. Sorry, I wasn't trying to look."

He sat back down in front of her and takes her hands as they look at one another in a moment of twisted happiness. An awkward silence followed as Levi turned his head back to check for any signals.

From beyond the misty horizon, faint green smoke appeared. Moments later, the rest of Levi Squad galloped towards the couple for rescue.

Levi pulled his hands away and adjusted his cravat. His eyes returned to their usual cold, stern scowl.

"Tch, I told them to keep moving forward... Guess we'll make it back after all."

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11 Questions

Tagged by @theladyyavilee thank you 😎

Rules: Answer the following 11 questions and then ask 11 of your own and tag people

1. What is a topic that you like to research just for fun and have more than just average amounts of knowledge about? (not like something you studied, just something that really interests you)

Ok so this is pretty random, and technically it’s related to my job, but it’s a side project I work on for fun! My specialist subject is 17th century English Silk armour, but my research into it has lead me to the Mughal Empire and Akbar, (which has become another fascination for me because he’s such an interesting character!) and to Japan and the Edo dynasty!

2. What’s your love language, but instead of the normal list, you use this one?

Ooh a tough choice but I think eating together is going to win because it’s a time when you can be in each other’s presence and enjoy something as simple or fancy as you choose!

3. do you like the time right before sunrise, right as the sun is rising, right as the sun is going down or right after sunset best?

Hmmmm as the sun is going down I think, I’m a night owl so it’s the time of day when I feel most alive. And there is no greater joy in life than sitting on a cliff watching the sun descend into the ocean - it’s magical and spiritual!

4. What is your favorite type of cake?

Give me all the red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting 😋

5. What is a line from a movie/tv show or a book or a fanfic that has stuck with you for a really long time?

I have two

‘The Prince has read utopia’ from ever after is a line that randomly pops into my brain on a regular basis - it’s one of my favourite films - I had it on vhs as a child and watched it so many times I wore the tape out (how my asd and adhd didn’t get diagnosed until I was an adult is beyond me 🤦🏻‍♀️) and as a result I read utopia at the grand old age of 13!!

The other is ‘in vain I have struggled, it will not do’

From my beloved pride and prejudice- it’s a line I quote all the time because it’s so relatable - only that section (although I’ve read the book so many times I think I could probably recite it backwards by now!!) because I find so many things a struggle that quoting that line makes me smile and makes things seem a little less infuriating!!

6. Do you have like a go-to recipe you cook when cooking for other people, because you know you are good at making it?

I am Eddie - I cannot cook!! I’m not sure how I’ve survived these last few years of living on my own! But I can make exactly 1 meal - toad in the hole with cauliflower cheese, vegetables and gravy! It’s my ultimate comfort food!

7. if you had to live in isolation for one month with one of the 911 characters (preferably without murdering each other xD) which one would it be and why?

Eddie my beloved you’re gonna be stuck with me for a month and I’m going to pry open your brain and make you deal with your repression and trauma so when we’re free you are in a place to talk to Buck and Christopher and finish building the Buckley-Diaz family you’ve been working on since the day you joined the 118!!! (He may very well want to murder me by the time we were freed! 🤣)

8. what is one song that you like to listen to when you are in a really good mood? (think dancing in the kitchen, singing along at the top of your lungs with the windows open kinda good mood xD)

The Chariot by The Cat Empire - they’ve been my favourite band for nearly 20years their music has got me through some dark times and this song never fails to make me jump around and sing at the top of my lungs. If I’m feeling a bit down this is the song that will get me out of my funk.

9. if you could spend one day in the world of any of your favorite childhood stories, which would you choose

See this is such a good question, but also so hard because I’d love to visit the faraway tree, but I’d also really like to go to the haven and hang out with the fairies (from Artemis fowl!) not to mention discworld, but I think Narnia is always going to be the place I want to visit the most because I spent so much of my childhood checking every wardrobe to see if I could get to Narnia. (Fun story - growing up I had a playroom that I shared with my sister- it was next to my bedroom and because the wall was only a partition and I had a lockable old gentleman’s wardrobe, my mum cut a hole in the wall and took the back off the wardrobe so I could climb through into the playroom which mum painted to look like lantern waste - we even had a lamppost in the room!!

10. as a concept for magic in a fantasy book do you prefer emotion/intent/focus-based, spell/writing/words-based or potion/ingredient/material-based? or another concept alltogether?

Spell/writing/words based - I love when magic is shown as using ancient languages - Merlin did it really well - all the spells were from ancient English and Celtic languages (I learnt some ancient English as a result of Merlin 🤣🤣🤣)

11. If you had to chose one of these fanfic tropes to be the only one you got to read from now on, which one would it be: friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, found family (yes I know, these work best TOGETHER, that’s what makes this a hard question, because you only get fanfics that include NONE of the other tropes xD)

This is just mean!!! I’m going friends to lovers because it’s the one I relate to most as a Demi person!!

Ok here are my 11 questions!

1. If you could play one musical instrument and be really good at it, what would it be and why and what would you use this talent for??

2. If you could do one thing over, without affecting the space time continuum, what would you do and why?

3. If you got to appear in an episode of 911, which one would you be in and what would be your storyline?

4. What is the stupidest thing you’ve done I want to know all the gory details

5. What is your earliest memory?

6. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received? (Give us the context for it as well!)

7. What was the last lie you told and why did you feel the need to lie?

8. If money was no object, what will you be buying and why?

9. What is your favourite possession?

10. What does your name mean and why was it given to you (if you don’t want to reveal you real name, then tell me about your username 😎)

11. What’s the most unusual thing on your bucket list?

I’m tagging @reindeerbuckaroo @djdangerlove @lovecolibri @moniquekatie @outrunningthedark @reallysmartladymariecurie and @leothil

Don’t feel obliged to join in or tag anyone, and if anyone else would like to join in the fun please do!

#tagged in #tag games #theladyyavilee #fun #about me #hard questions #but good ones #it was so hard to come up with 11 of my own!

[quinnigallagherjones]

001 for sense8 and 002 for buddie?? hope ur having a good day <3

hi sami !! thank you so much for the ask 💖💖 this is going to be long so i will put it under the cuttt

send me a 1, 2 and/or 3 !!

sense8

favourite character: i love all of them so much but my favourite is nomi !! i just relate to her a lot and she gives me hope for my future 🥺

least favourite character: milton mf brandt every time that man comes onto my screen i flip him off HAHAH

five favourite ships (canon or non-canon): nomi and amanita (my beloveds <3), lito and hernando, will and riley, kala and wolfgang, sun and mun !!

character i find most attractive: literally all of them hahaha BUT amanita truly does something to Me

character i would marry: nomi !! i think we would be happy together 🥺

character i would be best friends with: probably lito hahaha we are both gay disasters but alsO will and i would be besties too

a random thought: i truly don't think there is a single bad episode of the show, they are all bangers and so well written

an unpopular opinion: i don't think i have one honestly

my canon otp: nomi and amanita !!

my non-canon otp: this is hard because they are all intertwined even the ones that aren't "canon" so idk hahaha i guess lito and will but yeah they aren't technically non-canon hahaha

most badass character: sun !! have you seen that woman beat the shit out of everyone???? she's so HOT and a BADASS

most epic villain: as much as i despise whispers he truly is a well written villain hahaha

pairing i am not a fan of: hmm not sure if there's any honestly

character i feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): none of them, once again the writing is just so good

favourite friendship: wolfgang and felix !!

character i most identify with: nomi

character i wish i could be: amanita so i could be married to nomi hahaha

buddie

when i started shipping them: i am actually not sure when i started watching 911 but i am pretty sure it was around 2019 so it would have been around then when i started shipping buddie

my thoughts: honestly the queerbaiting is frustrating me at this point BUT they do have me held in a chokehold HAHAHA i hate this stupid firefighter show 😭✌️

what makes me happy about them: SO MUCH like the way buck cares for chris, the way that every time one of them gets hurt the other FREAKS TF OUT, they are just such a happy little family 🥺

what makes me sad about them: the way they push each other away sometimes makes me emooo but they always come back to each other ALWAYS

things done in fanfic that annoys me: i don't read fanfic so i have no clue what goes on in the buddie fanfic world haha

things i look for in fanfic: once again i don't read fanfic but i would look for domestic buddie fics where they are just a happy family and looking after christopher together !!

my wishlist: just a confession of their feelings tbh like just a scene of buck being like "eddie you mean so much to me and i don't know what i would do if i lost you" bc we all know that if anything does happen it will be buck confessing his feelings first

who i’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: literally no one 😅 i simply don't want to see them happy if it is not with each other hahaha

my happily ever after for them: just living together and looking after chris together, one happy family !!

#thank you for the ask <333 #sorry this took me ages to reply to haha #also i hope ur having a good day too 🥺 #sami tag #mutuals tag #answered #ask

[royallypsychotic]

Prada

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[tokupedia]

How to invest in Tokusatsu Part 2: The List

Toei Co. LTD

Ticker #: TYO 9605

Dividend (Late 2017): 0.45 USD per share

Dividend Yield (Late 2017): 0.05%

Price: $105-106 USD (Late 2017)

Licenses: Super Sentai, Kamen Rider, Metal Heroes, various heroes created by Shotaro Ishinomori, Sailor Moon, Pretty Cure.

Toei is massive in terms of what cards it has on the table. Name a popular anime in the past 10-20 years and there is roughly a 7 out of 10 chance it came from this studio’s animation department.  Even Gen X American childhood favorites like Muppet Babies came from this studio’s animation department. Aside from that, they are the film and TV production company of Super Sentai, the original source material for Saban’s Power Rangers series, as well as Super Sentai’s older sister series Kamen Rider. Both are beloved staples of Japanese pop culture that make Toei some serious bank. If not for people like Shotaro Ishinomori, this company would not be known as the crown jewel of Japanese superhero media.

The downside is Toei isn’t cheap for some, 105 bucks is a lot to ask for. But it is justified as it is one of the most successful international animation studios outside of Disney and has made cult live action hits like Battle Royale.

The company as a whole has: Real estate, animation and live action film and television production, movie theaters, home video distribution (V-Cinemas and Hyper Battle Videos being an example), internet streaming content distribution, film studios for developing movies for clients, a high tech film R&D department, a Feudal Japan theme park (which many period piece shows or scenes use for filming). They also hold art exhibitions, stage shows and have a global marketing firm so people like Mr. Saban can get Toei licensed properties for international television.

Toho Co. LTD.

Ticker #: TYO 9602

Dividend (Late 2017): 0.11 USD per share

Dividend Yield (Late 2017): 0.73%

Price: 33 USD (Late 2017)

Product: Godzilla, Mothra and various popular Kaiju characters. The now defunct Chouseishin series.

The House of Godzilla is a proud company that dates back to the early 20th century and one of the most respected Japanese film studios in Hollywood thanks to being one of the studios that supported the projects of film legend Akira Kurosawa.

As far as what it does, Toho has its own chain of movie theaters, an animation studio division that makes popular hits like My Hero Academia, a TV production company, Real estate, a movie studio, a theatrical play production studio and film production and special effects studios. They also hold the film distribution rights to many popular anime such as the globally beloved Pokemon series which gives them a slight edge on the competition. In recent years, Toho is adapting to the times in a good way by reviving Godzilla on the big screen and expanding into the market of online streaming/sales distribution. This has resulted in great financial growth in the past 2 years that could go on if Godzilla’s box office takes for both the Japanese and US film series continue and further expansion into the internet through digital distribution and partnerships with licensing to companies like Netflix. Proof that the King of Monsters can still pack a mighty roar!

Bandai Namco Group

Ticker #: TYO 7832 

Dividend (Late 2017): 0.11 USD per share

Dividend Yield (Late 2017): 0.62%

Price (Late 2017): 34-35 USD per share Lowest price in 2017 was 27 USD

Owns: Digimon and various video game franchises, has partial ownership of Ishimori Productions though absorbing a large money sharehold of that company in 2007 (Ishimori Pro is still family operated though through Akira Onodera). 

Toy Licenses: Seemingly Almost EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN. Star Trek, Marvel, DC, Ultraman, WWE, Dragon Ball Z, Kamen Rider, Super Sentai, Metal Heroes, Sailor Moon, Gundam etc.

Easily the largest behemoth in Japan’s toy industry and now owner of the company that made Pac-Man among other things, Bandai is only spared from being compared to a maniacal corporate super villain in terms of power by having its global competitors live in harmony with it. 

It produces in toy manufacturing of various types including model kits, DX toys, card games, premium collectibles, stuffed animals, Sofubi, electronic toys and video games. It also owns a few theme parks, manufactures arcade game cabinets, makes movies, TV and music, owns a trucking company, has a bakery to sell seasonal food stuffs online to customers, gashapon vending machines, clothing...They also own the famed animation studio Sunrise and have their own media distribution network. Yeah, Bandai is scary big! 

However, that large amount of corporate product diversity and business means potentially that Bandai is stable and safe in most situations. If one falters, another could spring Bandai’s finances back on its feet. Bandai has recently expanded its global operations by opening a Premium website in the USA to sell adult collectible toys directly to customers online. So there is definitely growth potential!

Tohokushinsha Film Corporation

Ticker #: TYO 2329

Dividend (Late 2017): 0.14 USD per share

Dividend Yield (Late 2017): 2.52%

Price (Late 2017): 6.79 USD

Product: The Garo Series

Tohokushinsha Film Corporation or TFC for short is the distributor of the Garo Series. While Garo creator Keita Amemiya has his own studio, Crowd Inc., to produce the show, it is a private company with no stock investments. So the best way to invest in Garo is to support TFC. While Garo is the thing they are most proud of, TFC’s core business is being a film dubbing house for Hollywood movies, taking the dialogue and translating it so the moviegoers in Japan can understand what the heck people like Harrison Ford are saying in their own language. Its other core business is film archiving and storage.

Owning TFC includes these sectors: TV/film production, special effects studios, Marketing firms, TV commercial ad companies, Cable TV (red flag!), Supermarkets, a furniture store chain, a beauty salon chain, a brewery, anime production, moichandising sales and home video sales. They also have a licensing firm in Los Angeles, CA called Cente Service (which presumably is how Kraken Releasing got the rights to those shiny Blu-Rays of Garo Season 1!). 

TFC is cheap compared to the others. But cheaper stocks below $10 always have higher risk in some capacity depending on company performance, so be careful!

Shochiku LTD.

Ticker #:TYO 9601

Dividend: 0.26 USD per share  (Does not make payments quarterly)

Dividend Yield: 0.35%

Price: 150 USD

What you are Toku investing in: Ultraman films

Shochiku is the toughest of the film studios in Japan, as it has been around since 1895!  Don’t believe me? This one Kabuki theater company turned film studio has survived the following: the end of the Meiji Era, World War II, US occupation, several earthquakes, changing technology, and stared down a near bankruptcy without even flinching. You know you have something special when a 122 year old company is still profitable and still growing. While they now focus on movies and media, Shochiku did not abandon their heritage as the Kabuki theater company that built it is still in operation, now expanded to doing other stage plays. Their core film business is Samurai movies, dramas and action/crime dramas

Shochiku owns movie theaters, a music record company, a film studio, an anime production unit, several stage theater companies including a costume department, real estate, restaurants, home video distribution, TV broadcasting etc. They also hold the rights to film distribution of the Ultraman movies.

Stock is a bit pricier, but it has had decent growth the past 3 years. 

Takara Tomy Co.

Ticker #: TYO 7867

Dividend: 0.12 USD per share

Dividend Yield: 0.72%

Price: 16 USD per share

Owns: The Tomica Hero series, Transformers (co-partnership with Hasbro), Tomica toy cars

Takara Tomy is a famed toy brand thanks to the popularity of its products like Transformers and Beyblade. Recently, the company threw their hats back into the TV tokusatsu ring by making the magical girl series Idol x Warriors Miracle Tunes to compete with Bandai/Toei’s Pretty Cure Series.

While beloved, the grim shadow of Japan’s declining birth rate is making investors wary of Takara Tomy as their target demographic is younger kids. This leaves them in a very vulnerable position if Japan’s birth rate screeches to a complete halt, as no new babies means no future toddlers or preschoolers to ask parents to buy their products like PlaRail. Another blow to them recently is the loss of their long running Pokemon toy license to a rival company which will start selling their own toys in 2018. 

Some meanspirited money men are even speculating Hasbro will just buy out Takara’s ownership of Transformers and ditch the remains if they sink. However, not all is gloom and doom as things seem to be doing better this year. Time will tell if this toy company, one half of which is one of the oldest toy manufacturers in Japan, will endure. In the meantime, give it some love so maybe we can get the Tomica Hero series back! (holding a large amount of stocks gives you voting power over who leads the company after all!)

Takara Tomy’s main business is of course toy manufacturing. It also deals in the making of baby products, children’s books, video games, gashapon toys, candies and various other youth marketed goods and apparel. 

Sony

NYSE Ticker: SNE

Price: $44.81 per share (11/4/17)

Dividend: 9 cents USD

Yield: 0.40%

Owns: Funimation, therefore indirectly owns the distribution rights to the Garo anime.

Now, I know what you are thinking. Sony? Well, yeah. Given a very recent event, this counts. See just a week ago, Sony officially bought Funimation. And Funimation had a deal with MAPPA to buy the streaming rights to the Garo animes. Plus, Funimation was in the middle of simulcasting Infini-T Force when it happened! In addition, the company is a major partner with Bandai and Ishimori Pro in making Kamen Rider video games for its Playstation family of game consoles like the hotly anticipated Climax Fighters game.

The company is often overlooked for bigger tech stocks like Apple, but they are so much more than a video game company. In addition to consumer electronics, the Sony corporation has a movie studio (which is debated in merit due to the quality of some of their productions) a TV studio in LA that produces shows and beloved TV game show staples Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy, an animation studio and that is just the visual media part. 

They have semiconductor manufacturing plants, record labels and music distribution, Networking, medical firms, insurance, banking, telecommunications, advertising....In short, Sony is one of the most diverse businesses in the entire world and a worthy addition to a portfolio.

And now one NOT to invest in...

Fields Corp.

Ticker #:TYO 2767

Dividend: ???

Yield: 2.62%

Owns: Part of Tsuburaya Productions, the company that makes Ultraman. Also has a stake in HEROS, the manga magazine that distributes the Infini-T force, ULTRAMAN and Kamen Rider Kuuga manga.

As of this year...this stock is not worth your time. Fields is in trouble right now as the reports of its financials indicate a hard time. The company has lost a big chunk of its yearly income. It is in the negative in terms of debt in some areas and it is reporting major losses. Its primary business is Pachinko machines.

Figures, a company that invests on gambling would go down this year!

So there you have it, places you can support tokusatsu in the world of finance!

I know this was probably boring, but I promise the next post will be fun! 

Note: This data is from November of 2017 and may not reflect future financial data. 

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[junker-town]

‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ of sports: Misfit teams that thrived when put together

We’re looking for “The Guardians of the Galaxy” of sports.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were relative unknowns as characters when they were introduced to the Marvel Cinematic Universe back in 2014. The success of the franchise inside of the bigger picture of the rest of Marvel’s Infinity Saga gave birth to one of the most beloved casts and set of characters despite skepticism of how things might work when they were introduced to us.

All week at SB Nation, we have been taking a look at the MCU and the impact it has had on the world at large and some of the things that have bled over into all of sports. Here, a panel of our writers are going to take a look at some of the teams that mirror the ragtag collection of characters thriving once they found each other.

The 2003-04 Detroit Pistons

Perhaps it is just the Detroit in me (spoiler alert: it absolutely is), but there is no better representation of throwing a bunch of pieces together and crossing your fingers that it works than this group.

Ben Wallace was the heart and soul of the team, but had bounced around the league for a few years and was undrafted. Chauncey Billups was the No. 3 overall pick in 1997, but was on four different teams before landing in Detroit in 2002. Rip Hamilton was part of a trade that sent Jerry Stackhouse, an All-Star scorer, out of Detroit. Tayshaun Prince was a star at Kentucky, but had a hard time cracking the rotation early in his Pistons career. The final piece was Rasheed Wallace, who was a fiery personality despite having all of the talent in the world.

The Pistons were a formidable team in the East before adding the latter Wallace to the mix, but he was the final piece to a puzzle that saw them make a run through the playoffs and then cast the final blow in the Kobe Bryant/Shaquille O’Neal Los Angeles Lakers dynasty. The Pistons rode an elite defense and contributions from all every direction to take down the Lakers in the 2004 NBA Finals, winning the series 4-1. They came a Game 7 short of going back-to-back, losing to the San Antonio Spurs in 2005. The 2006 Pistons would finish with a regular season record of 64-18, but lost in six games to Dwayne Wade and Shaq’s Miami Heat in the Eastern Conference Finals. That would be the last time the Pistons’ starting five shared the court together, as Ben Wallace would leave for the Chicago Bulls ahead of the 2006-07 season.

— Anthony Broome

The 2013 Red Sox

The 2013 Red Sox really had no business being as good as they were. Boston was coming off a very not nice record of 69-93 and finished last in the division during the absolutely disastrous one-year experiment with Bobby Valentine as manager in 2012. With new manager John Farrell at the helm, the Red Sox had some really great pieces to work with — namely superstars in David Ortiz, Shane Victorino, Jacoby Ellsbury, Jon Lester, and Dustin Pedroia — but had some questions marks coming off an utterly horrific season.

The Red Sox pretty much cruised to an AL East pennant, but the season was a real rollercoaster. The squad donned a “Boston Strong” patch after the Boston Marathon bombings, and Big Papi’s emotional “THIS IS OUR F*CKING CITY” speech served as a rallying point for the team and city.

At one point in September, Mike Napoli (basically Drax, if we’re being honest), Mike Carp, and Jarrod Saltalamacchia all hit grand slams over the span of a week. Not home runs, grand slams.

Oh and don’t forget the beards. Just about every member of the team grew distinct beards, and it became such a thing that the team adopted “fear the beard” as the official slogan heading into the postseason.

Every time it looked like they were out of a fight, they’d come through in the clutch.

The Red Sox would go on to beat Tampa Bay, Detroit, and St. Louis en route to their third World Series title in 10 seasons. With huge contributions from guys like Napoli, Carp, Saltalamacchia, Jonny Gomes, David Ross, Brandon Workman, and Will Middlebrooks, how can it be anything other than a rag tag success?

— Caroline Darney

The Rock & Sock Connection

Look, I get it, some of you are probably foaming at the mouth because I dared to mention a WWE tag team, but there’s very little that better typifies a “misfit team” than when The Rock and Mankind teamed up and became tag team champions in 1999.

The pairing was perfect. You had The Rock, stalwart babyface (good guy) teaming up with the misunderstood Mankind to form a classic Odd Couple amidst the WWE’s “Attitude Era.” Not only were they two of the best, most-popular wrestlers in the world at the time, but they had natural charisma and chemistry together.

Wrestling fans knew the team wouldn’t last. These were two of the top singles competitors in the company working as a tag team, but it lifted both of them. It allowed The Rock to be his classic, smack-talking self, and Mankind to almost be the straight man — which was a hilarious departure for someone whose character was largely comedic.

The duo were dynamite in the ring, and electricity off it. Nobody can forget the classic “Mr. Rocko” promo, in which Mankind gifted The Rock with his own, personalized sock puppet, that looked like it was air brushed on a seaside boardwalk. Everything that was good about WWE at the time was typified by The Rock & Sock Connection, and they are my pick for the greatest misfit team of all time.

— James Dator

The 2005-06 Phoenix Suns

From Bright Side of the Sun:

Some how, some way, this group of misfits still won 54 games and finished 1st in the Pacific Division. They would match up against Kobe (who had 35.4 ppg that year...the 9th best scoring season in NBA history) and the Lakers in the First Round of the 2006 Playoffs.

The Suns would go down 3-1 to Los Angeles, and it felt like all hope was lost. Yet, in true superhero fashion, they battled back to win the series in seven games. This was in large part to another Guardians-esque misfit, Tim Thomas (we’ll allow him to be Yondu in this scenario)

— John Voita, Bright Side of the Sun

Team North America

Team North America is, was, and always will be my favorite hockey team. They played together for only six games total, but the mark they made on hockey is one that will not be forgotten. This team was the brainchild of NHL General Manager Gary Bettman leading into the 2016 World Cup of Hockey and included 23 players under the age of 23 from the United States and Canada.

This means that current stars like Nathan MacKinnon, Connor McDavid, and Jack Eichel were all playing on the same team. It was the first official look at the Toronto Maple Leafs 2016 first overall pick Auston Matthews whom many had not been able to watch while he was playing in Switzerland.

Team North America was everything traditional hockey analysts hate — they had the confidence of youth without having earned their time, they played a run-and-gun offensively aggressive style, and they were endlessly cool. Also, the logo is awesome. This was a snapshot of what the NHL was about to become, a transition from the second dead puck era into a future of fast, skilled hockey.

Photo by Brian Babineau/World Cup of Hockey via Getty Images

Alas, this team wasn’t as successful as they were legendary. They won two of their three pre-tournament games but when it came time to the actual World Cup of Hockey, the did not advance past the first round with a record of 2-1, losing to the only team that mattered in the tie breaker to advance. The finished the tournament in fifth place but will forever be first in the heart of everyone who watched these young bucks usher in the new age of hockey.

— Steph Driver