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[rafesbabygirlx]

A Lot of Time has Passed | Part 7A

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Season 4 Rafe x Maybank reader

Summary: Beginning at the time jump, the Pogues seemingly succeeded at something, Rafe is struggling with making amends and being a better person. JJs sister left the island after returning from South America. Returning after 18 months with a secret.

A/N: I’ve pretty much wrapped up part 1. Which is why this is pretty long. I’ll be splitting it into its own 2 parts.

Part 2 comes out next week so I’ll be able to finish the series then! There will be much more Pogue story lines then! You’ll hear more about Maybank Readers involvement with the hunt! Hope you’re enjoying so far!

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, smut (brief oral, p in v) Ruthie trigger warning.

You and Rafe are up early, getting ready to head out to the beach. You glance at your phone as you head into the closet to change, seeing a new message from JJ.

JJ - 9:04 AM: “Waves look good today. Grab your board and come join us! Unless you’re too prim and proper for us now.” 🌊

You - 9:06 AM: “Don’t worry, I’ll be there to watch you wipe out every time.” 😇

Meanwhile, Rafe is talking about the offer from Hollis, which has been on your mind too. “Y’know, I might be warming up to what Hollis suggested. It could be a good way for you to get established. Make people take you seriously. This is where you’ve always wanted to be, right?”

Surprised by your support, he glances over. “You think?”

You lean out of the closet, watching him pack your beach bag. “I mean, I’ve got my reservations. I don’t trust anyone who speaks so highly of your dad.” He gives you a look, but you ignore it. “And Sofia pushing you to take it? I mean, what does she know? But maybe it’s worth a shot. I just want you to feel good about whatever you decide.”

You step out, holding your bikini top in one hand, catching him looking at you. Smiling, you gently push his face toward the mirror. “A little help?” You pull your hair out of the way, and he ties the strings in a firm knot behind your neck.

“No matter what you choose, I’m here. But honestly, I’m starting to come around on the idea.”

He grins, his hands settling on your hips. “Feels like this is just landing right in my lap, huh?” He cups your face, his thumb brushing softly along your cheek.

“You could make so much money, Rafe.”

“Well, then I guess I’m about to make so much money.” He leans in, trailing kisses from your lips to your cheeks and down your neck as he pulls you closer, lifting you onto the sink. His fingers press into your hips, and you laugh.

“Making money turns you on this much?” you tease, tilting your head.

He smirks. “Guess it does. Though having you there with me doesn’t help.” He tugs at your bikini bottom, dropping to his knees. “Rafe, we need to leave soon…”

“Just a quick taste,” he murmurs, ignoring the clock.

He laps up the wetness that’s already coating you. Bringing his lips up to your clit and sucking on it. He moved his way back down to your hole and swirls the entrance with his tongue. You love how it feels but you want him inside of you.

You place your palm on his forehead and push his head back. He looks up at you with furrowed brows. “Inside, now… please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” You pull his shirt off of him and he drops his swim trunks to the floor, they pool around his ankles. He undoes the strings of your bottoms, releasing you to the cold air of the bathroom and he pushes up your bikini top.

He runs his hard length through your folds to get it nice and wet and ultimately thrusts into you. You move forward to place your forehead in on. You stare into each other’s eyes. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, you and Rafe completely sober. It’s complete intimacy, neither of you are drunk or high, just looking for a quick fuck with a comfort person. You’re deep in this, you’re both in so much love.

He moves his head down, breaking eye contact, to suck on one of your nipples. One hand traveling to your clit. Rubbing perfect circles on it. Your body arches into him. You moan into his ear and his sends him into overdrive. He’s pounding into you getting you both so close. You grip his shoulders and grind into him meeting his rhythm and clench around him. “That’s it, cum for me, I’m right there too baby.”

His words don’t help and you crash immediately from them. Your legs fall numb and drop from Rafe’s waist so he picks them up and thrusts a couple of more times before he releases into you. You two stay in the same position before Rafe pulls out. He pulls up his swim shorts and walks over to the tub to grab a wash cloth.

He comes back over to you reaching behind you to turn the water on. He smiles at you and you lean into kiss him. You kiss him everywhere, lips, cheeks, neck, chest you don’t want to miss a single spot. Then you just pull him in for a hug. “What are y-?”

“Just hold on a second. I just want to hold you.” He obliges and wraps his arms around your back. You rest your ear in his chest and listen to his heart beat. You’re like that for a few moments when you break. “Can I clean you up now?” You smile and nod and he does just that. Further taking care of you by pulling back down your bikini top and retying your bottoms.

You both stand there for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying the post-coital glow. The water still running, creating a soothing background noise. Rafe gently turns off the water and sets the washcloth aside, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I think I might like this sober sex thing, especially if it’s with you forever,” he says with a smirk. You giggle and roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“I think we might be onto something here,” you reply, leaning in to kiss him again. The water still flowing, the room still spinning, but this time it’s not from alcohol or drugs – it’s from the pure, unadulterated passion and love that you share with Rafe.

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You hop off the sink, quickly smoothing out your hair. Rafe grabs the beach bag, and the two of you head down to the kitchen. V’s face lights up as soon as she sees you both, and she cheers. You scoop her up, and Rafe wraps you both in a hug.

Since hiring Elaina as V’s full-time nanny, things have been easier. She’s from the island, Topper’s cousin, though from a more middle class background, working hard at her studies in business while juggling this job. It’s ideal for her, and it’s a relief to have someone you trust with V.

You invited Elaina to come to the beach, but she declined. Just then, Rafe gets a text from Topper. “Alright, we have to head out. Your annoying cousin keeps blowing up my phone. Gotta get there before he does.” You both say goodbye, giving V a quick kiss before telling Elaina to text if she needs anything.

Once you’re in Rafe’s convertible, he passes you the beach bag and jogs over to grab your surfboard. Surfing has been part of your life for as long as you can remember, ever since you and JJ started daydreaming about riding waves far enough to leave everything behind. Most importantly leaving Luke behind.

The drive to the beach is calm and bright, Rafe’s hand resting on your thigh while yours settles on his hand. When you arrive, you spot Topper, Kelce, and Ruthie waiting. After the drama from the other night, you only greet Kelce, deciding Ruthie can deal with being ignored for now. Topper, caught in the middle, gets no special treatment either.

Ruthie’s the first to break the silence. “Hey, Rafe and Y/N. What’s up?”

Rafe breathes out a quick “nothing,” while you offer her a flat, uninterested smile, rounding Topper’s Jeep to get in.

As you head to the sand, you spot the Twinkie nearby and wave to JJ and the rest of the crew. The kooks have parked a bit close, not you or them are thrilled about it. You and Rafe settle down near the water, where he sips a beer, his hand moving gently along your leg as you both take in the scene.

JJ, Kie, and Sarah are already in the water, with JJ teaching Sarah how to surf. She catches on quickly, and you watch them, smiling. You steal a glance at Rafe, trying to read his expression, but he’s a mystery.

When Sarah steps out of the water, you turn to him. “Want to go talk to her?”

He shifts, but shrugs it off. “She can come to me.”

You roll your eyes. “You know that’s not how this is going to work, Rafe.”

He starts to argue, but JJ interrupts. “Yo, sis, you riding or what?”

“Yeah, I’m coming!” You hop up, handing your cover-up to Rafe, who gives you a lingering look. Licking his lips as he looks up and down your body.

“Can you be serious for a moment?” you say, exasperated. “I’ll be the first person to help you here Rafe. But you’re not gonna get anything from her. You have to give it your all, that’s the only way it’s gonna work. You caused the damage you have to fix it.”

Leaving him to think, you grab your board and jog over to JJ. He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “What’s up with baby daddy? Got another stick up his ass?”

“He’s actually been great, J. Leave it alone,” you snap, cutting off JJ before he can say more. With that, you both rush into the water, ready to surf. The waves carry you effortlessly, and for a while, it’s peaceful, even with Topper and Kelce joining in. But it doesn’t last—JJ blows a wave, causing Topper to wipe out.

“Well, so much for a peaceful day,” Kie mutters under her breath as Topper storms out of the water, Kelce right behind him. You spot Ruthie on the shore, her eyes glued to the scene, already gearing up for her next bout of drama.

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The rest of the afternoon is spent with your family of Pogues, their laughter and banter offering a break from the tension that always lingers when you’re around Rafe’s dry, humorless crowd. It’s freeing, and for a moment, you let yourself forget about the other world—the Kooks and their incessant games.

The day flies by, and soon enough, you’re sitting in a circle with everyone when Kie’s voice rings out. “Guys, there’s a turtle hatch!”

Your eyes widen with excitement. “Oh my god! I’ve lived here my whole life and never seen one!” You jump to your feet, helping Kie clear a path for the tiny hatchlings.

The group gathers around, marveling as the baby turtles make their way to the water. You reach for your phone, wanting to capture the moment to show Vivienne later, when the sound of an engine revving cuts through the peace. Your head snaps up just in time to see Topper’s Jeep hurtling toward you.

Heart pounding, you grab Sarah and John B, pulling them out of the way as Kie stands firm, waving her arms to try and stop them. But Ruthie, wild-eyed and relentless, aims straight for her. JJ dives in at the last second, yanking Kie out of the Jeep’s path as it roars by.

“What the fuck is wrong with her?!” you shout, the panic morphing into fury as Ruthie speeds through the turtle hatch, sending sand and broken shells flying. She throws a drink at Kie, drenching her in alcohol before heading back to the cluster of Kooks, who cheer her on.

Kie, now soaked and furious, picks up a lifeless hatchling and starts walking toward the group. Your eyes find Rafe’s, watching his expression as he stands surrounded by his friends, unmoving. Then you look at JJ, who gives you a nod, and together you follow behind Kie.

The anger you’d felt toward Topper and Ruthie since the last confrontation fuels your steps. The sting of betrayal simmers as you realize that Rafe, the man who claims to love you and your daughter, is once again silent when it matters most. He can do it in private but not when there’s too many Kooks around.

Kie’s voice cuts through your haze. “Look at what you did!” She screams at them, but you barely hear the exchange. Your vision tunnels, zeroing in on Ruthie’s smug face and Rafe’s indifferent stance.

Ruthie spits out a threat about being filmed, and without thinking, you snap. “Fuck you, Ruthie,” you hiss, stepping between her and Kie. Topper raises a hand to stop you, but you shove it off your shoulder.

“And fuck you too, you cowardly lap dog.” He blinks, momentarily stunned. “What?”

“You’re pussy, Top. Always hiding behind your girlfriend, letting her pull your strings. It’s embarrassing,” you seethe. He doesn’t say anything, not shocking.

Ruthie throws out another taunt you barely register. Your fists clench, itching to make her regret ever crossing you. But the thought of your daughter flashes in your mind—a reminder of why you can’t afford an assault charge.

You take a breath, forcing your hands down and stepping back. “There is seriously something wrong with you people,” Kie shouts, her voice trembling with rage. You exchange another look with Rafe, one filled with disappointment and disbelief. JJ issues a final warning, promising consequences if they ever come at the Pogues again.

“JJ, let’s go,” you command, your voice tight. You start to lead Kie away when Rafe’s voice, low and almost apologetic, cuts through the chaos. “Yeah, I saw that,” he mutters, siding with Ruthie.

Blood surges hot in your veins at his words as you push over the large speaker Kelce had set up earlier, the crash punctuating your fury. You flip Topper off as he shouts after you, but you’re already walking away, your pulse thrumming with betrayal and rage.

Walking back, you keep Kie close, rubbing her upper arm in an attempt to soothe her. “When you get home, you should hold a little funeral for him,” you suggest softly.

She wipes her eyes, a faint smile breaking through the tears. “That’s a good idea.”

At the Twinkie, you help Kie climb in and press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “I’m sorry, Kie.” She nods silently, eyes fixed on the lifeless turtle cradled in her hands.

With a heavy heart, you move to help pack up the rest of their things, casting a glance at Sarah. She meets your eyes, sympathy etched across her face. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “She’ll be alright.” You step forward, sharing a strong, silent hug, then turn away, bracing yourself for the walk back to the group that now feels so foreign.

As you pass through the cluster of Kooks, you ignore their smirks and jeers, stuffing your belongings into your bag. Rafe steps up, his expression unreadable. “Not cool, Rafe,” you say firmly.

“They deserved it,” he counters, eyes searching yours for understanding.

“I want to leave. Now.” You sling your surfboard under your arm and march off toward the car, determined not to get back in Topper’s Jeep, no matter how far Rafe’s is parked.

Rafe rushes after you, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins pushes you forward faster than you thought possible. You reach the car before he does, rattling the door handle impatiently. When he finally arrives, you snap, “Open it.” He unlocks the door, grabbing your board before you can stow it yourself.

“Maybank, stop it. You’re really going to give me shit over what Ruthie did?” he protests.

You shake your head, a bitter laugh slipping out. “No, I’m giving you shit about your ego. You care so much about what those people think that you can’t say a word, even when you know it was wrong. If the roles were reversed…” He turns away, heading to the driver’s side, but you reach out, grabbing his wrist to pull him back.

“I’m not done.” Your eyes lock with his, demanding his attention. “If that happened to you, do you think any of them would care? Do you think they’d protect you like JJ did Kie? They wouldn’t, Rafe, because you don’t actually care about each other. You only get mad when it makes the Kooks look bad. That’s not real loyalty.”

You take a breath before continuing, your voice steady and resolute. “We might be ‘scum from the Cut,’ but we’re a family. We stand up for each other, no matter what. Something your so-called friends could never understand. You want to be better for V, for me, even for Sarah? Then get the fuck over yourself.”

You roll your eyes and grab your bag, sliding into the car without another word. The drive home is silent, the tension palpable, a stark contrast to the calm of the morning.

When you arrive home, you grab your bag and rush inside. Elaina is feeding V her dinner, and the moment you see your daughter, warmth floods you. “Hi, baby!” you coo, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. V laughs, her giggle a balm to your frayed nerves.

“Hi, mama!” she chirps, eyes sparkling.

You turn to Elaina. “I’m going to take a quick shower. You can head out after that—I’m not going anywhere tonight.” Passing Rafe as he enters the kitchen, you don’t spare him a glance, making sure to lock the bedroom and bathroom doors behind you.

Under the hot stream of water, the tension in your body starts to dissolve. You stay there longer than intended, letting the day wash off you. A sharp knock on the bedroom door snaps you back. Rafe’s muffled voice follows. “Come on, Y/N, open up.”

You dry off at a leisurely pace, slipping into pajamas and combing through your damp hair. The knock grows more insistent, but you take your time applying moisturizer, savoring the rare moment of peace. Finally, you unlock the door.

“Finally,” Rafe mutters, frustration lacing his voice. “Dramatic much?” His tone grates on your nerves, but you stay silent, walking past him without a word. He calls out, “Really?” but you don’t turn back.

Sitting at the table with V, you pick at reheated leftovers as she babbles between bites. Another things Kooks don’t have a grasp on. Practically had to force Rafe to not to throw these leftovers out.

Rafe joins you, reaching out across the table. You glance at his hand but don’t take it. He sighs, retreating as you show V the videos of the baby turtles, willing away the memory of the broken shell in Kie’s hands.

“V, do you know how pretty you are? You get that from your mama,” Rafe says softly. The sweetness in his tone almost cracks your resolve, but you hold firm, in the back of your mind you like the effect you have on him. You get up clearing the dishes and pressing a kiss to V’s head she giggles at your touch.

You set a plate of food in front of Rafe, who looks up, surprised. “I ordered something to be delivered.” You clench down on your teeth and you go to pull the food away but he grabs your hands and stops you. “I’ll have this, I can save that food for tomorrow.”

He’s gonna save his food? It’s getting really hard to not be mad at him. He tries so hard with you. Why can’t he do it for others?

You set it back down again. Grabbing V to give her a bath. You rest your hand in his shoulder and you walk past him. The nighttime routine is mercifully smooth, and soon V is asleep. You’re curled up in bed with a book when Rafe enters, sitting at your feet.

Tbc in Part 7B

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[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I just got bottom surgery and I’ve been having so many horny dreams that I can’t do anything about because my bits are healing.

In the most recent one I was taken by a cult, transformed into a pixie with feathered wings, and teleported to an animal shifter fey court as an offering along with 9 other people who had a similar encounter with a cult.

As it turns out, it was mating season, and our new fey-adjacent biology made us very aware of that fact. One of my fellow captives caught a whiff of the fey lords we were being offered to, who were at present trying to decide who to pick, and immediately went into heat on the spot. We got to watch as a fey lord with a cat like nature transformed, scruffed her with his teeth, and bred her on the spot with little resistance on her end, all too happy to be filled up with cock.

A full on orgy ensued as everyone got horny from watching the pair fuck nasty with no end in sight with more fey going into heat and being claimed as well, and we learned three things: 1. We could go into heat at any time, regardless of what our biology was, but sexual stimulation would make it more likely to happen 2. Being shot full of cum while in heat would have to happen to all of us eventually if we were to truly be claimed by the fey lord who chose us 3. The fey lords were happy to share, especially if their new toy was difficult to satisfy amidst a heat.

I felt my underwear become a total mess that dripped down my thighs at the sight, but thankfully my heat didn’t hit and the disapproving bitchy exterior I exuded meant I was left alone. Unfortunately, my stubbornness also made me the perfect target for the prince of the court, a brute with multiple animal forms to his name that was looking for a stubborn human to break.

From there, several things happened. The fey lords picked their favorites, and each time the court reconvened, more of my fellow captives were seen either pregnant or bouncing blissfully on the cock of their lord while they talked.

Each moment I was with my new lord, he was attempting to get me horny enough to trigger my heat. He couldn’t fuck my hole until I was in heat, but he still fucked my mouth and my thighs, and he slid his prick back and forth over my lubed hole hoping the friction and erotic scenes would trigger my heat. And when he was done, he would make sure I wore his cum for the rest of the day, the sticky sensation making me unable to put him out of my mind.

The feeling of being used did drive me nuts deep down, but I was stubborn. I didn’t want to be claimed, I wanted to go home. So I researched in the lord’s library when he’d finally spent himself trying to induce my heat. I pulled old tomes that detailed the relationship between the human and fey worlds, and the rules that governed them.

Normal rules dictated that humans couldn’t leave once they had fey food and drink—however, I was a fey now. Even if I had no magic of my own I belonged to no one (yet), so I could come and go as a I pleased.

If I could just make it to the border and cross over, the spell would be undone—I’d be human again, and I could return home.

So one day when no one was looking, I took off into the woods. I didn’t trust the wings on my back to not lead me astray, so I sprinted on foot in the direction of the border.

Not long after, I could hear someone in pursuit. I knew it was him—those daily sessions spent rutting into my body made me intimately familiar with all the sounds he and he alone made. And he sounded close.

Knowing I was losing ground, I took a chance and took flight. I was clumsy with my wings, but I knew it was faster than running.

As I began to make up the ground I lost, I heard a mighty bone-chilling roar—it sounded like three beasts rolled into one screeching after me, and it sent a shiver down my spine that pooled in my loins. Still, I managed to put it out of my mind, and I doubled my efforts to get away.

Only when I heard him finally fade into the background of the forest did I stop to rest. I found a small nook under a grand oak tree and made that my refuge.

As I rested, I thought about that roar. I rubbed my thighs together at the thought of that terrifying sound coming from his throat, feeling the cum from when he fucked my thighs earlier today making them stick together. I thought about how I was almost home free, and all the things I wouldn’t miss—no more thick ridged cock fucking into my throat until I was being fed his cum, no more cum coating my stomach and thighs that made my thoughts turn filthy as I went about my day, no more having my hole rutted against with his cock at a torturous pace until I came from that alone and—oh

A wave of heat washed over my body accompanied by a shiver, once again stopping to pool in my loins. Suddenly I was hot all over and couldn’t think of anything but cum shooting into my hole. I humped the ground, seeking friction but finding none of it satisfying until a voice told me to stop.

Instinct took over and I heeded the voice. Instead I stripped bare, found a thick root to hold onto, bent over and spread myself wide, letting my full scent permeate the air in the surrounding forest. I didn’t know why but it felt right, like some hidden instinct in me was satisfied with me presenting myself to whoever decided to breed me first. It kept the heat that was overtaking me bearable, but only slightly.

Suddenly I wished I had stayed at my lord’s estate, knowing I wouldn’t have to wait so long for a cock to sink into me if I had just stayed. I was a slave to my body’s needs, any previous notion of escape dashed in favor of following my instincts.

Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long. I heard a rustling in the bushes, and before I could process what was happening, something had mounted me and was slamming full force into my hole. They set a brutal pace and I couldn’t be happier with it, chanting yes yes yes as the heat finally abated a bit. But just as we were both about to cum, the creature that had set about claiming me was ripped off. I cried at the sudden loss, oblivious to the tearing of flesh and scent of blood behind me, but my cries were shushed by the threatening whispers in my ear:

You belong to me alone, love.

It was my lord

Seconds later he was sinking into me sensually with an audible squelch and setting an even more brutal pace than the creature before him, jaws squeezing around my neck possessively. Just when I thought I was close again, he stopped. I cried, begging him to continue, trying to bounce back against him, but he tightened his claws in my hips and held firm, and his growls at my insubordinance made me still. Then he resumed fucking me, only to stop again just like that as I was getting close three more times.

I was a mess. We’d been going at it for 30 minutes and I still hadn’t cum. I was getting close again, I could feel it, the heat was driving me insane and begging for release—yet, he stopped again, and I began sobbing.

How badly do you want to cum? He asked. What would you do for it?

ANYTHING I rasped, please, I’ll do anything for you

Anything? He repeated. Would you give yourself to me? I nodded vigorously, too desperate to understand what I was giving over, and I could feel his predatory grin on my neck.

It’s a deal he said, pulling all the way out and slamming back in with all his might. He did that again, and again, and again, fast and fluid in a way that made me lose my mind until—

I screamed, finally cumming the biggest orgasm of my life and going limp underneath him. He continued fucking me brutally, milking every aftershock from my body until finally, he slammed all the way in and shot thick ropes of cum deep into me.

I thought we were done, but then I felt something huge at the base of his shaft push into me—a knot. He knotted me, but he still wasn’t done. He kept fucking me, cumming in me four more times and making me cum many times more until his knot finally deflated.

Finally, he pulled out, and a flood of cum poured all over my ass and thighs. I sank to the floor, feeling limp and satisfied.

Was that good pet? He asked

Yes, I said dreamily

Yes what? He responded

Yes, master I replied, nothing else making sense in that moment except for who I belonged to.

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I got way too into retelling that but yeah that’s the kind of shit I’m dealing with, I’m a horny mess that keeps having these dreams and I can only get the energy out by writing about it. I’m gonna incorporate this into a longer fic i think

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[malk1ns]

Sid getting at that other player in a headlock sure was something. Not sure if that does anything for Geno or SidGeno but it did something for me!

oh you mean this moment?

yeah, same. boy likes to wrestle.

Geno’s been watching Sid all night.

That’s nothing new. They’re always looking at each other; on the bench when they’re breaking down the other team’s play, during a shift when Sid’s about to take a faceoff and looks over at Geno and knows they’re going to do something special, during practice when they’re pushing each other to try harder at a drill.

Sid can tell when it’s about something that’s not hockey-related, though.

The team wants to go out after they beat the Habs at home. Sid’s gotten four goals in two games, they’re pulling themselves out of the malaise of the first two weeks of the season; the right choice would be to take the boys out, buy a few rounds of drinks, let them talk him into doing a shot, and duck out before the kids get too crazy.

Sid’s feeling selfish, though. Geno’s eyes on him are heavy, his blood is up from the scrum at the end of the game, and it doesn’t take him more than a second to offer some excuse and wiggle out of the invite to the South Side and sneak out to his car.

He drums his steering wheel the whole way home. 

Geno’s car is already parked in his driveway when he gets there, and every light in the house is on. Normally, Sid would wander around and turn the lights off before heading upstairs to scold Geno for wasting electricity, but tonight he barely pauses to make sure the gate is shut behind him before he’s half-jogging up to the bedroom.

When he gets there, Geno’s sprawled out on his stomach, scrolling through something on his phone. He’s naked, and his skin looks damp, like he jumped in the shower again after getting back from the rink.

He looks up and raises his eyebrows, arching his back just the tiniest bit so that his ass is even further on display. “Slow,” he says, tossing his phone onto the floor and propping his chin in his hands.

Sid’s on him before he can even open his mouth to say more.

Sometimes, after games like this, he wants a fight. Sid tries to stay humble, tries to remind himself that he didn’t get to where he is on his own, but every now and then he knows he’s on a heater, knows he’s the reason his boys pulled out a win, and even a lengthy cooldown bike ride isn’t enough to settle him.

On those nights, Geno knows just what to give him. 

Geno’s whole career, he’s had people underestimating how strong he is. Sid understands why; he’s skinny, with mile-long legs built for speed and arms that can reach out and grab a puck but don’t hold obvious muscle like some guys. It usually only takes one on-ice tangle to set people straight about how far from weak he is.

So, when Sid gets on top of Geno and tries to pin him to the mattress, it doesn’t take much effort for Geno to buck him off, those long legs tangling with Sid’s to knock him to the side and get them on even footing.

For a minute, it even looks like Geno might win. He’s got Sid flat on his back in the middle of the mattress, straddling his waist and his big palms heavy on Sid’s shoulders, and there’s a gleam of triumph in his eyes, but Sid’s lower body strength is infamous for a reason, and this time, when he flips them over and pins Geno belly-down on the bed, one hand keeping his wrists stretched up over his head and his thighs clamped tight around Geno’s hips, Geno gives.

When Sid lets Geno’s hands free, he knows he’ll stay where Sid put him.

“Fuck,” Sid grunts, moving down so he can get at Geno’s ass. “Did you—oh yeah,” he groans, thumbing at Geno’s hole, already wet where he’d fingered himself open before Sid got home.

“Sid,” Geno whines, and Sid doesn’t make him wait.

Geno’s so tight when they do it like this, legs squeezed together and just the barest amount of prep by his own hand before Sid gets at him, but they both like it that way, like the way Sid needs to hold Geno down and make him take it, the way Geno wants to fight back but can’t do anything except let Sid in.

Sid had worried, years ago, that he was hurting Geno, especially when he saw the way Geno limped around the next morning. As it turns out, he was—it’s just that Geno likes it just as much as Sid does.

“Fucking take it,” Sid grits out through his teeth, pressing his forearm down across Geno’s shoulderblades to hold him in place as he pushes in. Geno’s squirming under him, trying to get away, but he’s arching back into it too, practically presenting for Sid even as he begs, and it gets Sid hot, even hotter than scoring a hat trick would have, the way he can put someone like Geno down and make him.

Once he’s fully seated, he grabs Geno’s hips tight enough to bruise. “Hang on,” he warns, before fucking into him so hard Geno cries out and scrabbles at the bedspread.

He’s not gentle. He’s not nice. He won them a game tonight, and he’s due a reward.

Sid can feel when Geno comes, the way he starts rutting desperately against the blanket for friction. He tightens up incredibly when he orgasms like this, so much that it almost hurts, but Sid holds him down and fucks him through it, from when his gasps turn into sobs and he finally goes quiet under Sid’s hands.

That’s when Sid lets himself come, hitching forward once more and bending over Geno’s body as he groans out his own release, leaning down to bite at Geno’s neck.

Geno doesn’t like it when Sid stays in him for too long after they fuck, but he doesn’t have much choice when Sid drops his full weight on top of him, so all he does is grumble and kick until Sid finally catches his breath enough to roll off to one side.

“You ok?” Sid asks, a cursory check that has Geno rolling his eyes in lieu of a real answer. 

“Good game,” he says instead, wiggling a little and burying his head in his pillow, turning just enough so that Sid can see one of his eyes. He always gets shy when he lets Sid do him like that. “Two goals, like, you’re hit 600 soon.”

“Mmm,” Sid says, dismissing that without too much thought. “I’ll get it from you, probably, if Sully keeps us on a line.”

The lines next to Geno’s eye crease when he smiles. “Maybe you’re get me some goals next game, like, I’m spend all my time get you points, none left for me,” he complains. He’s only half-serious.

“Gotta work hard to keep up if you want to play on the top line,” Sid says serenely, squawking in protest when Geno reaches over and smacks at his pec, pinching until he gets Sid’s nipple to twist and setting off another round of wrestling.

Luckily, tomorrow is a day off.

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #207

1. I have been trying to remember a fic and I'm hoping you can help. It was very popular a few years ago and there was a rainbow feather that was iirc symbolic of Aziraphale's queerness? Anyone remember? - @our-lady-of--singularities

2. This is sort of a long shot but I can’t find a fic that I loved which was season 2 finale fix it when Crowley and Aziraphale had confessed earlier (before the ball) and Crowley stops time in the bookshop so they can come up with a plan. They have a small marriage ceremony in the back of the bookshop and Aziraphale goes back to heaven still but with a promise that he’ll come back. Any help would be appreciated! ❤️ - anon

3. i remember reading a fic on ao3 and cannot find it for the life of me— please help! all i can remember is it was post s2, and crowley & aziraphale were having sex instead of talking about their feelings. crowley insisted that aziraphale pick between kissing him or taking his sunglasses off. that’s all i’ve got. please let me know if you can find it!! - anon

4. Hi! I hope you all are having a good night. I'm looking for a specific fic. Here's what I remember: Not an AU pretty sure it's 1 chapter Literarion or Djapchan podficced it I'm 99% sure it's E rated. Plot: Aziraphale is jealous (and not admitting it to himself) of all the people who come on to Crowley while they're out. He gives him a ring about it. Crowley has no clue what's going on and thinks this is Az's confession. He avoids him after. Aziraphale realizes his mistake and goes to Crowley's flat and they make up and get together. - @onewomanriverotterwolfpack

5. I believe it's an in-canon fic. In one scene Crowley is thinking of the book Fried green Tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe, and is remembering the part where Idgie saves Ruth from her abusive husband, and how Ruth stayed with him for so long because she felt like she deserved it, and he thinks of Aziraphale in this context. I can't for the life of me remember anything else about the fic. - @rhydia12

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[megalokiodinsonlove]

Things i would like to see happening in the revival

Inspired by a post from @babydollbucky

(feel free to share yours) 🤭

•A season with at least 20 episodes and if possible then renewed for more seasons

•Neal got a new fake identity and worked as a tour guide at the Louvre

•Peter goes to Paris and brings Neal back to New York to solve the crime that victimized Mozzie, the team all comes together with the help of Sara and Alex

•Neal returns to live in June's mansion

•Peter is overjoyed with Neal's return but at the same time upset with him because of what he did

•Peter and Neal have a serious and heartwarming conversation

•Neal is devastated because of Mozzie and June and cries in Peter's arms

•Neal meets Peter and El's son and is thrilled to learn that they named the child after him

•Neal Jr is smart and mischievous like Neal and likes to draw

•El tells Neal how Peter was in his absence

•The Burkes got a new dog named Dante or Haversham

•Diana returns to New York and she and Christie get back together

•Some information about Neal's mother

•An episode with Neal sick and the Burkes taking care of him

•A Christmas episode because why not

•A Halloween episode with Neal, Neal Jr and Theo going trick-or-treat and Neal teaching them how to get lots of candy and making their own costumes

•Neal and Sara are dating again

•Jones gets a girlfriend too

•Neal returns to work with the FBI

•A Neal birthday episode where Neal is sad and the kids plan a surprise party with Elizabeth's help to cheer him up

•The leader of the Pink Panthers escapes from prison and wants to get revenge on Neal

•Neal thinks about adopting a child because of Mozzie

•Sara becomes the head of Sterling Bosch in NY

•Neal proposes to Sara for real

•Neal is kidnapped by Woodford

•Neal begins to create his own works (paintings and sculptures)

•Neal gets shot and Peter has a flashback

•An episode on the beach

•Sara's sister appears

•The explanation of how Neal's deal with the FBI turned out after Neal runaway and faked his own death

[derww]

trick or treat !!! Ɛ==3 ໒・ﻌ・७

The peaceful arc begins just terribly for Zam: he walks around the castle in a panic, obsessed with the idea that he is looking for him, when a peson, whom he would least like to see right now, falls on his head.

 

He's not even surprised that Mapicc is covered in blood from head to toe, as if he just dismembered someone – he recoils, frantically trying to figure out how he got here in the first place – was he really there all the time?-

 

Mapicc looks at him wearily and dusts himself off like a dog, splattering the floor with blood now too. Well, I'm going to have to get rid of my corpses here today anyway, so what's the difference, Zam thinks distantly. He is completely at a loss, but his body moves on its own, preparing potions and hiding behind a shield. He's staring at Mapicc like he's a rabid animal, trying to find the right moment to bolt away. But where-this is his holy land-is he just going to leave it to be torn apart-

 

Mapicc snorts and looks around warily. Comes to some conclusion. Nods.

 

– Well, this was unexpected, – he sums up, – it seems like atleast today I'm actually Rick. What the fuck.

 

– What the fuck are you talking about? – Zam exclaims in dismay. Mapicc shakes his head irritably.

 

– There's no time for this, – he mutters, grabbing a bow in his hand, and–hey, why does he have harming arrows? Zam prepares to cover himself and run, but Mapicc turns around and, pulling the bowstring, shoots somewhere into the snowy wasteland and grins. And then he turns back to Zam:

 

– You. You're not leaving, no matter what happens? – he asks heavily.

 

– Im gonna stand my ground. This is my castle, my holy place, and I will not let you destroy it.

 

Mapicc rolls his eyes. He looks annoyed.

 

— Okay. Okay. Fuck it. I've worked with worse. We only have a few minutes to prepare. Don't you have any potions? 

 

And-what's going on anyway? Trying to find an answer to at least something, Zam glances at where Mapicc shot and sees a figure chained in a netherite. Its Mapicc. A harming arrow is embedded in the frozen ground right in front of him.

 

– Are there two of you? – completely discouraged, he asks, trying to find at least some clear explanation, - what the fuck is-

 

– Later,– Mapicc-from-the-castle cuts off, grabs his arm, and drags him aside. 

 

Everything falls out of his hands as expected, but in the end they leave the missing potions to brew, and he comes to his senses, crafts golden apples, and hands half of this Mapicc. He grunts, but accepts them, and only after that, looking out the window, stops for a second.

 

– Anyway, – he says tensely, – I'm from season five. I have a lot to do, but I'm going to stop him first.

 

It's too hard to believe; it sounds like an obvious trap, but right now he can only play along.

 

– And you realized there that you were wrong? – he clarifies carefully. 

 

– Oh, no, – Mapicc sounds surprised, – I was absolutely in my right; you fucked up a big back then. But I don't care what that idiot wants right now. You're not going to die here. Period.

[icurushasfallen]

Here's my take on this post

Okay, so I have my own theory. I’d like to think Wade wasn’t loved as child and has serve abandonment or attachment issues. Through the movieverse, we see Wade as this goofy guy. He’s quick-tongued and annoying and had an extremely crude sense of humor. But I think there has to be some truth in his jokes.

Wade was never comforted as a child. When he cried, his mother was the type to watch in silent resentment. I think Wade’s mother was similar to Beatrice HorseMan from the Netflix Show Bojack HorseMan.

Wade, in the comics, was a love Affair of Slade Wilson and his sister-in-law at the time, Hailey Wilson.

As a child, Wade was raised by his mother and his uncle, Mickey, whom he believed to be his biological father.

He later gave many conflicting reports regarding his childhood. Among these was his claiming that his father abandoned his mother while she was pregnant with him and she took out her anger on him until, as an adult, he beat her instead. He also claimed that his mother died when he was five and that his father, an army officer, became abusive, causing Wade to grow up to be a thug and criminal.

When his father got his act together and tried to rein in his son, one of Wade's friends shot and killed him. On another occasion, he told a writer that his father was a teller of bad jokes who abandoned him and his mother while he was a boy. And because of this his mother turned to humor, alcohol and home shopping networks as a coping mechanism. He believed that he ran away from home so that his mother wouldn't need to spend what little money she had left on him. All of these accounts appeared to either be false memories implanted in his mind or lies made up by himself. (All stated verbatim by the Deadpool Wiki)

But me frankly? I think the first statement had some truth in it. Hailey had a run-away affair with Slade in my opinion. Slade probably left for one reason or another, leaving them both broke and borderline homeless.

Theres not much Hailey, but I like to believe she was a young woman down on her luck and got herself pregnant with Wade. She then started to resent Wade and maybe even beat him at times. His uncle? A drunk and (Im my interpretation of Wade) the start of Wade’s trauma induced Hypersexuality.

I like to think he did kill his mother accidentally. Maybe in a fire (A motif to the fire would trapped in later as adult after his mutation)

And circling back, I believe thats why Wade has such a soft spot for kids. Like Russel in Deadpool 2. He see’s a child in his same situation more or less and realizes the kid in like him in a way. He was never comforted and therefore comforts others. I.E his humor and remarks. Maybe it’s not how other people comfort. But I like to think that it wasn’t always bad with his mother. And maybe they did bound over the odd joke or two. But whatever the reason, I think Wade just needs to comfort others in order to comfort himself.

I’m in the works of writing a fanfic based on this. It’s gonna be Christmas themed in lue for the holiday season and whatnot. But if you’re interested in a synopsis, I’d be happy to deliver.

@atimesfeeler @twilightkitkat @icarusredwings @ramblingautisticman

[allisonistrashh]

Strawberries and Cigarettes YJW

request : Hello! Can I ask for a grumpy barista Jungwon who always rolls his eyes or purposely ignores the at the overly cheerful sunshine reader who regularly goes there and tries to make small talk him every morning. Soon enough her positivity starts to crack his tough exterior???? Please and thank you if possible! 🥹

word count:1.6k

pairing: barista jungwon! x reader

warnings:none

a/n: thank you so much for your request I hope you enjoy

“Y/N you have to try out this new coffee shop I stopped there on my way to work this morning”. Your coworker tells you as she shows you the cup and pastry she’s holding in her hand. “Wait, that looks so good you’ll have to let me know where it’s at”.

The next morning you gave yourself a little more time to go to work, so you’d be able to check out the new coffee shop. Pulling your coat over your shoulders, you grab your bag and head to your front door. The new shop is actually on your route to work, so you don’t have to go out of your way at all. Pulling into the parking lot you immediately notice how cute the store is. It is a beautiful white building with gorgeous tall windows and plants everywhere. Walking up to the door you notice how busy the cafe is and you take a deep breath before pulling the door open. Immediately greeted with the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls and freshly pulled espresso shots, you turn your attention to the menu. There are a few people in front of you so luckily you get a few minutes to look at the menu, ultimately deciding on a seasonal hot chocolate and a cinnamon roll.

Finally at the front of the line at the counter, you are face to face with one of the most beautiful people you have ever seen.

“What can I get for you?” He asks and before you can respond a cup is handed to him by a coworker behind him, causing the boy to scream the name on the cup startling you. “My god you scared me!” You exclaim and he barely even acknowledges that fact that you were speaking. Rolling his eyes he starts speaking again “Sorry, what can I get you?” He asks again in a completely monotone voice. “Um I wanted to get the white peppermint hot chocolate and one cinnamon roll please”.

“Size?” He asks and you respond confused with a “What?”

Letting out a slight huff he responds “What size would you like for the hot chocolate?”

“Oh sorry a medium please thank you”.

He types it in and asks “Name for the order”.

“Y/n”.

“Ok your total is $10”.

Tapping your card on the pinpad your receipt prints out and he hands it to you. “Please listen for your name”.

You nod your head looking at the employee's name tag “Jungwon” it reads and you make sure to remember it, especially if the food is good you will definitely be here more.

After waiting for a little bit Jungwon finally calls your name and you walk towards the counter to pick it up. He holds out your order for you and you grab it from him saying “Thank you Jungwon”. He looks a little taken aback by it but he nods muttering “You’re welcome”, before turning around to make drinks.

When you get into the office that morning a smile rests on your face, if it’s not only because the hot chocolate is delicious no one has to know.

You decide to make that your new spot for your morning treats so you stop in the next morning as well but you don’t see Jungwon so you feel a little disappointed, but you still got a yummy treat so it was ok

The next morning when you show up, you see Jungwon up at the register, you feel a smile on your lips. When it’s finally your turn to order, you walk up and say “Good morning Jungwon, can I do a medium white peppermint hot chocolate”. He looks taken aback again but quickly inputs your order into the computer. “Ok name?” “Y/n” You say smiling as he writes your name on the cup. You tap your card and he goes to hand you your receipt. “Since there is no one in line you can just wait around here”. You nod and he busies himself with something around the register. “So Jungwon do you like working here?” His head snaps up at your sudden question and he dryly answers you with “Yeah”. Feeling a little discouraged because you really want to get to know him, you ask another question. “Do you go to school around here?” He locks eyes with you before answering “Yeah I do”. “Me too I go to __”. He nods a little before responding with “That’s where I go too”.

A smile takes over your face “What’s your major?” He grabs your cup, handing it to you before responding “Business”. You grab the cup from him before smiling even wider “Ah i’m doing Biology. I’ll see you around Jungwon!” He nods again, turning around to do something behind him, you turn around walking out the door to your car.

For the next couple of weeks you stop in every morning, usually getting Jungwon as your barista. You never stop trying, any chance you get you’re asking him a question or talking to him. He never really gives you much to work with but that’s not a problem for you because you are very determined.

One morning when you walk in you spot Jungwon at the counter and when he spots you coming, he grabs a cup writing your name on it. “Hey Jungwon, medium white peppermint hot chocolate please. Can I also do one of the chocolate croissants too please”. He nods, ringing you up, before handing you your receipt. “You can wait here”. You smile at him asking how his morning is going. It’s your turn to be surprised as he actually responds to you saying “It’s been going honestly some old guy was really upset with me this morning because he didn’t like his coffee. He asked for it black so I gave it to him black and then he said it was too bitter. Like you ordered black coffee. Can you believe that?” He asks while putting the lid on your hot chocolate, handing it to you.

“Wow, that's definitely crazy black coffee is usually gonna be bitter wherever you go”. You grab the cup from him while he responds “Right that’s what I said but he didn’t agree”. You laugh a little bit before wishing Jungwon a good day and you almost fall over hearing him say “You too Y/n”.

Your routine continues on for a couple more weeks slowly getting Jungwon to open up and speak more. It soon turns into him having your order ready when you go in and to him not even charging you some mornings.

The next time you go in you are determined to get his phone number or something but the next couple of times you go he is not there.

You feel bummed the whole rest of the day even when you are on your way to school after work. Getting out of your car on campus you decide to go to the library first, needing to study for the upcoming finals before the holidays. You sit down in one of the chairs taking your ipad and headphones out, locking in to save your grades. Halfway through you feel a presence next to you and you turn to your right. “Jungwon?” You say startled, taking your headphones out. “Hey Y/n can I sit here”. You nod moving your stuff over so he can sit down. “Fancy seeing you here on campus”. You say he laughs a little bit causing you to smile as it’s the first time you’ve seen him genuinely laugh. “Yeah I'm sorry I’ve actually been looking for you here. I’ve been taking some time off work to study and I forgot to get your number.” You nod and suddenly it makes sense. “Oh I just thought you were ignoring me”. He gives you a confused look and you give him one back. “It didn’t really seem like you liked me too much Jungwon”. He sighs a little bit before responding. “I’m sorry Y/n I didn’t mean to treat you poorly. I’m just kind of like that but I’m trying to be better”. You smile at him saying “Well you don’t roll your eyes at me anymore so that’s a start”. He laughs shortly before clearing his throat. “I actually wanted your number so that I could ask you out”. Your eyes widen at this causing him to panic. “If you don’t want to please don’t-“ He starts to say but you cut him off. “No, I would love to go out with you. I'm just surprised. That’s the reason I really kept trying to talk to you. I thought you were really cute. Your personality was just the challenge”. He groans again saying sorry but you cut him off “It’s ok honestly Jungwon”. “Will you come on a date with me?”. You nod, causing him to smile.

*After the holidays*

You haven’t been to the coffee shop lately but something in you decided you wanted to go. Slinging your purse over your shoulder, you grab the door to the cafe, the bell jingling. There is no line so you are able to walk right up to the counter, clearing your throat before ordering.

“Y/n can you please stop pretending like i’m going to ignore you. You’re my girlfriend. I already have your order ready and paid for. Have a good day at work”.

[starreyblueberry]

Ok… honestly I hate to accept that but gotten have to accept that… I do deeply need Timmy cause I miss him! 😭

I do like Hazel, she’s great! Same for Dev! I hope he will have redemption!

Poor this child…

Anyway, I don’t care if we have the original series to watch and Timmy may have been selfish and crazy, but in New Wish series, I would love to see the canon adulthood of Timmy, how he grow up and mature, and have a wife and maybe a toddler or not yet, but it would be cool to see his wife pregnant with their first child.

Timmy’s lost memories of fairies, magic and his fairy family could return somehow, probably not fully, not all. Depends on what the team plan on him.

I would love to see Timmy and Hazel’s relationship, like him giving her some advice or something. Same with Timmy and Deb’s relationship too!

I have those ideas stuck in my mind for a bit, that could be be ideas for New Wish series future seasons, I don’t know why I found those….

Interesting.

Galaxy Institute is probably the bad news because it got the weapons and those types, that COULD can kill or hurt the humans even if they were meant to be for fairies and creatures. I mean we saw what happened to Crocker in “Crocker To Future” episode. It would be great idea for plot in future…

Remember that part in “Crocker To Future” episode, AJ mentioned that fairies are dangerous, might be killed?

THAT MAN IS NOT SWEET BOY WE KNOW! 😭

He’s not AJ at all! I know people change as they grow, but it breaks my heart! It got me thinking….

What if he turned out to be villain?! I don’t know what kind of villain, but he wouldn’t understand, like why heck did he think they’re dangerous if he never met one?!

(I know he did before but his memories got erased of course, but that’s not the point.)

AJ could wants to protect humans from them or something. There gotten reason why he’s like that… I know he looks nice but still. Maybe his family or something.

It could destroy Chester and Timmy’s friendship with him. Timmy would feel betrayed and don’t understand. He would definitely be on fairies side! You should not kill them without knowing them, and more! It would be hard to forgive AJ…

Hazel would time travel into past, to young Timmy’s timeline, Jorgen would sand her back. Hazel will have to avoid and try not mass the timeline up or something, she needs to warn young Timmy. He won’t remember but will remember those words what Hazel warn him once she found him: “Be careful who you trust… trust me with that!”

Of course young Timmy would be confused but listened to her. This would take place after season 8 of the original. He would be bit mature.

Honestly… I really really REALLY DISLIKE THIS ONE! I don’t know about you but what if…

Marcus turned out to be kinda of villain too?! I mean he work at Galaxy Institute as well! He could be kind of that loves his family and just wants to protect them especially Hazel.

Like there’s a villain from Star Wars, Luke’s father loved his family and wanted to protect them, and other villains from other series/movies that loved their family. Not having Marcus turning to evil fully, of course not. He would be not understanding, he’s just… him. I don’t know how to explain.

I know it’s going to hurt and worry Hazel. She would be fear and try to understand this issue. Antony would have to protect his sister even if has goes against his own father. Hazel needs this. Antony promised he would protect Hazel no matter what, it would be why. Angela would be upset with her husband and don’t even understand him.

Dev will definitely supports Hazel and on her side.

But, but, but! What I’m hoping that… they hopefully could have redemption by realizing their mistakes or something! Right?! 😃

I’m not sure if any fans ever thought about whole villains thing, I only saw one poster about AJ villain but I don’t remember it-

Okay… it must sound super heavy angst!

But what if somewhere, AJ or someone, used the weapon to shot Jorgen, Cosmo, Peri or Wanda… but instead of them, Timmy saved their live, instead he got hit and was knocked out, unconscious.. it would be worse if he saved Jorgen, his reaction would be confused and shock that Timmy saved his life. So, he decided to take Timmy back with Hazel, Dev and fairies, got out of the danger, back to fairy world, or Fairy Council would take them all back. Like they somehow knew there’s danger. There was a way to save Timmy. They would also take Tootie (and child) with them to protect them.

I know it might sound crazy and terrible! Ugh, I’m so sorry! So sorry that I had to drop this ideas here! I just feel like I need to talk about it!

It just that my ideas and theories sometimes just don’t make sense or probably wouldn’t be canon in New Wish series-

Now…please, excuse me…. (Run off crying cause I seriously need help-)😭

Speak of that… I wonder what happened to Mark Crang… we lest saw him that he’s still on earth, right? Maybe he went back to his home planet but yeah- (season 9-10 doesn’t exist as I heard I think)

Honestly those would be great ideas for fanfics too….

So… what do you think?

To be honest I was kind of scared to talk about it because I’m not quite sure if you or anyone would like or not-

Does any of this make sense?

This makes so much sense and I just posted a small ramble about what if Timmy was a villan LMAOOOO, I love ur ramble asks their some of my fav things ever?? I love the idea of Timmy and AJ having a rocky friendship and the time travel aspect as a episode idea, and Marcus as a villan is crazy work/pos

[rey-jake-therapist]

About the AMA with McPayne and the "it was just a cool shot" I haven't seen some things mentioned.

Charlotte Brändström was the director of that scene. And, that scene was filmed during the writer's strike so McPayne couldn't be involved during the filming of that scene.

If McPayne didn't intend it to be anything more during the writing of the scene, a director might have had a different intent.

I mean, you're right, but he would definitely know if there was an intent. But again, the fact that he didn't straight out deny it leaves all the possibility that it may have been intentional.

Honestly, I'm not sure I would have given so much thought to this shot myself, if they hadn't doubled down when they filmed the wake of Galadriel.

There's also the sound to take into account : when Galadriel woke up, there was not only the video effect, but an eerie sound. And if it says anything regarding the "presence" of Sauron watching her, it could very well explain why Payne and McKay won't say anything about it yet.

First shot : Sauron has a very keen eye, we know that. He could see Adar's army from an extremely long distance, and who knows even if he wasn't able to see Galadriel and Adar talking in the tent. There's much we don't know yet about his visual capacities. Same of his hearing abilities ;) With this in mind, there's nothing extraordinary for him in being able to see Galadriel down the cliff.

Second shot : Galadriel was in an entirely new place, and Sauron was probably far gone. Meaning, he wasn't standing above her this time. If they admitted now that Sauron was capable of seeing her while being a different place, it would be admitting that he created a bond with her when he stabbed her with Morgoth's place, because it would be the only reason why he could do that. And that, they won't do.

I've often seen assumed, just as late as today, that Sauron could see the three Elven rings after they were forged, because "he can see everything, everywhere", and because the sight of the three Elven rings turned into his Eye, at the end of season 1. He also had a smug smile on his face implying he was happy with what he had just seen.

Except, except... During the finals, we got the proof that Sauron didn't see the rings, through his reaction to seeing Nenya:

"it is even more beautiful that Celebrimbor led me to believe",

is what he told Galadriel. Meaning, he had never seen it yet. I'm still very much convinced that he was somehow present in the forge when they made the Elven rings, as it was hinted here :

But the claim that he literally sees everything is taking these scenes way too literally imho. If he could see everything, everywhere, or if he can read minds as I also saw suggested, how comes he still gets surprised ? If he was really capable of "seeing everything" with his super Eye, why would he need spies ?

So, my guess is that he can feel a lot of things happening, for example : he felt that the rings were made according to his design, because he's connected to the rings, and to Galadriel as well... Hence the satistifed smug. He's also capable to collect datas about the people he connects with, when he catches them into his mind palace (or rather.... invades theirs ?) and builds illusions based on their personal memories. But I don't think that he literally "sees" everything, as if they were happening right in front of him.

So where am I going with these ideas? Simple : I think that if we're right that this visual effect was used to tell us that Sauron was watching Galadriel, the fact that he was capable to see Galadriel wake up in the "safe haven protected by the rings" informs us that because he created this bond between them, he can see her, something he wasn't able to do before unless she was within his reach.

[pangrams-n-palindromes]

I'm having a great time in this sandbox, thank you so much for the invitation to play in it!

Josh/Donna x Buddie is perfect- I have two parallels to add: 1) Josh throwing snowballs at Donna's window -> Eddie dragging Buck out of bed post-emoblism 2) "If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights" -> Eddie driving the ambulance after the lightning strike [this one has haunted me for days]

Eddie as Josh is *muah!* perfection! I keep thinking about Josh turning down the card with the 'end of the world bunker instructions.' Eddie got every single member of his crew out of that helicopter after it was shot down. He is not leaving a man behind, dead or alive. Eddie would absolutely have turned that card down as well. The PTSD & shooting arc parallels are insane. Josh's punched window? Meet Eddie's baseball bat smashed bedroom wall.

Chim is SO CJ coded oh my god. My karaoke king was built for the Jackal. That man would be smacking some gum behind the podium and thriving while he unleashes his quick wit onto unsuspecting reporters. He can't keep a secret, and CJ isn't allowed to get let in on secrets because she can't know too much! I also fully believe he would get saddled with a goldfish from like Tatiana and would just be like okay, guess this is my Emotional Support Goldfish now. And then decorate its bowl for the holidays with the same enthusiasm he just gave the Firehouse Haunt Fest.

May I nominate my queen Karen Wilson to the position of Margaret? Now, I don't ship Leo/Margaret so HenRen doesn't quite line up that way. But they're both crazy smart (Margaret keeps Leo's entire office/life running and Karen is a literal rocket scientist) and they're both a little silly goofy. "I can sign the president's name" is basically the same energy as "where are we going?" "to catch a thief!"

Honorable mentions I haven't fully fleshed out:

Abby as Mandy. Where did the archetype of "love interest that only sticks around for the first season" start? Plus I cant stand either of them.

Josh & Linda as Ed & Larry? The vibes aren't quite the same but they're usually around Maddie/Leo and we don't really see them have their own plot lines

Other rambling thoughts:

I almost wanted Bobby as Leo, simply for the "a man falls down a hole" and alcoholism parallels but you are so right.

I absolutely picture an Eddie & Maddie friendship to be similar to Josh & Toby and I need it on my screen yesterday.

The West Wing got me through undergrad. And now, here I am, in grad school five years later... maybe it's time to get back into it.

Okay i am SO excited that people were interested so here it is. I need to preface this with the fact that it won't be totally 1-to-1.

9-1-1/The West Wing Fusion crossover AU thing

SO, i already said Bobby is the President. Not only does it make sense for his relationships with everyone else, but he is also very similar to Bartlett in a lot of ways: the Catholicism, the hidden illness (Jed's MS and Bobby's Alcoholism and PTSD), the strong moral compass and the way they are always everyone's go-to for advice. Also the way they deal with problems and conflict.

Athena is obviously FLOTUS. Unfortunately i suffer with Can't-Stand-Athena Disease, so i'm leaning on my love of Abbey for this one. But they're both very capable, intelligent women who can't be told what to do. Both are completely devoted to their families and are even self-destructive with that love sometimes. (Athena going after Amir (DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT - FUCKING ACAB) and Abby secretly treating Jed's MS and putting her lisence in question).

May and Harry should take on the roles of Zoey and Ellie respectively. May still being the older sibling, i just think they fit the personalities of the siblings better that way. Harry being distant and aloof until they have a breakthrough, May being close to the family and friendly with the other staffers. Also the Charlie/Zoey of it all.

Hen (my beloved) is Chief of Staff. This feels obvious. She's already Bobby's second in command, she's got the instict for it, and the respect of all the others. I also think she would still have a fire fighting background and she got into politics later. I just think that experience would be vital for her as COS, similar to Leo's military service. I also think a professional history like that would also commmand respect from strangers.

For Deputy Chief of Staff I'm (perhaps predictably) going with Eddie. I was toying with the idea of it being Chim but you'll see why i didn't got there when i explain his role. But yeah, Eddie's perfect for this one. Both he and Josh are dramatic about everything, they both have well-meaning hearts that sometimes results in them doing or saying stupid shit, they have deepseated issues that cause them to push people away. Also, need i say it? SHOOTING ARC! This also (again predictably i fear) allows for the EPIC ROMANCE of Josh and Donna to be mapped onto Buddie.

Which brings me of course to Buck. He's gotta be Donna. They've got the shared history of failed relationships with some not great people (but remain hopeless romantics anyway), Buck flitting from job to job and Donna not having much work experience go hand on hand too. Also they're both very capable and intelligent but hide it/don't realise that fully. I like to think that Maddie qas the one to get him his job amd Eddie was just a bit too scared to question her.

Now Maddie. This might be an unpopular decision because on the surface they are nothing alike, but I'm putting Maddie in Toby's spot. Not only does she suit Director of Communications perfectly – Maddie is the fucking QUEEN of coomunication (season 5 notwithstanding lol) but she and Toby share a lot of their values. Sure, Toby's a miserable, pessimistic asshole about it, but they both believe in a very black and white definition right and wrong. They are both loyal to a fault (even Toby's treason was an act of loyalty you can fight me on this but you will LOSE) and do everything they can to protect the people they love. Also i just love them both so much i want to fuse them into one because it makes me feel like a mad scientist in a lab trying to create the perfect character out of goo and slime and glitter.

Anyway! For Maddie's second, I'm really not sure. I was thinking maybe Linda or Josh but neither fit particularly well to me. Idk, let me know what you guys think.

Okay. Chim. Think how perfect he'd be as Press Sec. Please. That man is BORN to be on camera. He's charismatic and friendly and relatable, he comes across as approachable but fr who would cross him if he put his foot down? No one! Also. I IMPLORE you to please imagine him doing the Jackal. It was so hard to figure out who i'd trust to take up the mantel of CJ "baddest bitch around" Cregg because i love her so much but when i started to consider Chimney it felt obvious 😅 i also just think he'd love to have the opportunity to evicerate an asshole on live television, and he DESERVES that opportunity too. And if you were wondering: Yes I DO ship CJ and Toby. Hence Madney being their counterparts.

Now for my boy Charlie!!! It of course HAS to be Ravi!! Those boys are the sweetest loveliest boys on the planet! They pair up so well! I also have a headcanon that, similar to Charlie, Ravi has younger siblings he's always had to take care of because their mum died and their dad worked too much. So. Yeah. Also lowkey May x Ravi nation where are you please accept me into your ranks.

Anyway, i hope this is acceotable to everyone who was interested. I might write something in this AU one day but if you have ever interacted with me before you should know not to hold your breath lmao

Tagging @pangrams-n-palindromes from my other post so they see this, I hope that's okay!

[brionysea]

here's another example of mike breaking the pattern by being the first one to do it

bonus foreshadowing:

[helielune]

zipper man //sketch

[stan-joe]

hey link click fans just to make your day worse I'm pretty sure the entire last few episodes happened on lu guang's birthday

[marukrawler]

You're definitely right in saying that Gus cares about Vulcan as more than just a tool.

We've seen him express concern for Vulcan and how he doesn't want Vulcan to be taken from him. The way Gus speaks about Vulcan implies that Gus views them as equals, especially when it comes to their loyalty toward Spectra.

However, that still doesn't change the fact that Gus does view the Bakugan as inferior; Vulcan is merely an exception to the rule.

Gus and Spectra have both expressed how the Bakugan are a means to an end—they are only as valuable as they are useful and once their use has run out, they are discarded without a second thought.

Gus hasn't been indoctrinated by Spectra into following this line of thinking; it's a belief that Gus wholly agrees with and wants to spread to others.

It is jarring to see how Gus talks about the Bakugan not needing to have emotions or free will, about exploiting the Bakugan's biological drive to survive, and how he snaps at Drago and calls him a lowly Bakugan, only for him to be rescued in the next episode by the very same Bakugan that he saw as lesser.

How are we, the audience, expected to believe that Gus ever cared about Elico when he also referred to him as trash? How are we supposed to find meaning in Elico's death when he's never mentioned again after episode 39? His death essentially served no other narrative purpose than sparing Gus from an untimely end, just as Brontes' unfortunate state served no narrative purpose in Volt's decision to leave the Vexos.

I also disagree with your assessment of Gus' character in episode 33. Yes, Gus didn't care to engage with Volt until Spectra told him to accept his challenge. But Gus did engage with Volt two episodes prior without Spectra telling him to, proudly showing off what they'd done to Brontes.

And he looks very pleased with himself after basically admitting to having lobotomized Brontes.

Here he is again, belittling Volt's bond with Brontes.

I've spoken about the Brontes storyline here and my opinion still stands: Gus was more in control of that situation than others are willing to admit. As much as he is Spectra's loyal subordinate and obeys Spectra's every command, Gus was also the one to merrily carry out the forced evolution of Brontes, taunted Volt during their battle, and was able to discard Brontes afterwards without having to consult his master first. Even if Spectra is the one who issued Brontes' forced evolution, he was almost completely absent from the Volt/Brontes storyline.

Now, when it comes to Volt and Gus' battle in episode 33, Gus does think he's better than Volt for two reasons:

Gus chastises Volt and the Vexos for relying too heavily on machines and claims that forcing out the full extent of a Bakugan's power through forced evolution is the superior choice.

Volt argues that Gus has no right to exploit the Bakugan through forced evolution but his rebuttal lacks any real meaning because he's currently aiding the destruction of all Bakugan, which Gus is quick to point out. Volt's self-righteous attitude is ultimately shot down by his own hypocrisy, leaving him with little to no leg to stand on.

Gus doesn't actually care about the Bakugan in this scene, he's only pointing out the flaws in Volt's logic. You can't condemn someone's actions when you are guilty of doing the very same, so Volt has absolutely no moral high ground here. His actions are as morally and ethically reprehensible as Gus' so the two of them are in the same boat.

Gus' progression from a man who willingly carried out the orders of his master because he subscribed to the belief that Bakugan didn't deserve autonomy to someone who suddenly cared about them isn't written well, and it's not just Gus who had character growth without actually experiencing any growth. It's the same for Spectra, Volt, and there are plenty of other characters who experienced character regression compared to previous seasons (Alice, Runo) or got worse within the same season (Elfin.) The character writing was all over the place in season 2 and Gus was an unfortunate victim of it.

Like I said, if his stance on the Bakugan was going to change that drastically, we would've needed to see him reflect—while he was imprisoned—over the deaths of his Bakugan and the way he treated Brontes and sadly, that never happened.

I did feel it was jarring that with how Gus treated Volt and Brontes, only episodes later in his match with Zenoheld, he seemed suddenly emotionally close to his Bakugan. I felt like a few scenes were missing with Gus's guilt with how he treated Volt and Brontes transferring to him getting to know and becoming closer to his Bakugan.

yeah, it's a real shame. this part of s2 is really aggravating to me because there's little to no setup for that payoff to happen. gus and spectra just suddenly care about the bakugan, even though they did horrible experiments on them. there's no self reflection, no moral dilemma, nothing.

you could argue that episode 33 sets it up, what with volt being confronted with his hypocrisy in carrying out bakugan genocide while also seeing brontes as more than just a tool, as well as gus being baffled by volt's display of loyalty towards his former partner and choosing to set brontes free, but that's also all there is to it. after this episode, volt still helps the vexos eradicate the bakugan and the only reason why spectra and gus help the brawlers prevent it is because doing so is in their best interest (if they don't help, they'll lose drago's perfect core and they might lose helios, too.) nothing else mattered to them.

i think more than anything, gus was surprised to see elico, hexados and vulcan risk their lives for him in episode 39, especially considering how he viewed bakugan as no more than tools. he chastised volt and brontes for caring about each other and called it a weakness, only for him to be saved because multiple bakugan cared about him enough to sacrifice themselves for him.

personally, i don't think gus deserved to have three bakugan lay down their lives for him but if the deaths of elico and hexados had forced him to reevaluate the way he viewed bakugan as lifeforms, i would've been okay with how episode 39 played out (even though the ideal scenario for me is gus dying lol.) after all, gus was imprisoned shortly after, and had all the time in the world to think of what he did to them. but as it stands, we're given no insight into gus' thoughts other than "i must help master spectra" and "if master spectra considers the brawlers his allies, then so do i." and that's pretty disappointing.

[vaugarde]

it also really puts into perspective like... how a galar anime really could have been a natural follow up to alola if they let it be. i still think it was better to retire ash as a character and have jn be a finale series where ash becomes a world champion at the end, but i always had the coinciding thought that a series where ash just went back to a normal gym challenge again would have felt underwhelming and strange. but the way zactoshi handles it feels so natural that it's got me going..... hey yeah, it could've worked out fine, what gives?